Denise awoke the next morning, the events from the last two days still fresh in her mind.  Her plan to fix everything, to get back control of the situation, had so far been an almost complete failure.  Dick had visual evidence of what had happened the first day, and even worse, he had shared it with Sara and Melanie.  Her two brightest students seemed to be completely under this new boy’s spell, and she feared that their perceptions of her had been permanently altered by what they had seen in the video.  ‘At least,’ she thought as she started getting ready, ‘at least I didn’t accept his ridiculous invite to go home with him, what a disaster that would have been!’

Denise was taking the morning off to pay a visit to Dick’s house, and hopefully speak with his father, which was the third part of her plan.  She decided she needed to assert herself a bit more than she had lately, so she chose a navy blue pantsuit to wear that morning.  Black stockings and heels, conservative makeup and jewelry, and a light strawberry perfume completed her look as she headed out the door and drove to the address listed in Dick’s file.

The address was outside of the town limits, and took about ten minutes for Denise to drive to; as she drove, she wondered to herself what she might find.  There was no information whatsoever in the file about Dick’s family situation, besides the fact that he lived with his father.  She wondered about Dick’s mother, if perhaps her absence might explain to some degree his misguided perceptions about women.  

She arrived at the house, it was a nice looking Victorian house, rather large for two people, she thought, as she pulled into the driveway.  Denise strode up the stone walk and rang the doorbell.  As she did, she noticed some sort of inscription above the door, in Latin, but she didn’t recognize it.  After a few minutes the door opened.

“Yes, may I help you?” the woman who answered the door asked.  Denise looked at her in surprise; besides the fact that she wasn’t expecting a woman to answer the door, this woman’s appearance was almost the exact opposite of Denise’s.  She was dressed in a pink and red maid’s uniform, and one that left very little to the imagination.  The bustier only covered the bottom half of the woman’s chest and the skirt was quite short as well, with thigh high stockings and five inch heels to match.  She had a pink duster in her left hand and a somewhat vacant expression on her face.

“Hi…” Denise blurted out, “I’m sorry, maybe I have the wrong address-I was looking for a Mr. Masters?”

“No dear, you’re at the right place,” the woman replied.  “Is he expecting you?”

“Umm, no, I’m Denise, one of his son’s teachers, I was hoping I could speak to him if he’s available?”

The woman’s expression didn’t change.  “Wait here, I’ll go and find out if he can see you.”  And she turned around briskly and marched away.  Denise stood in front of the door, waiting, and then a man approached the door, smiling.  Denise assumed he must be Dick’s father, as the resemblance was obvious.  The man was taller, more tanned, dressed very casually, and quite striking in appearance, she thought as he opened the door.

“Hi, Denise, I’m Mr. Masters, please come in,” he said.  “This is a most surprising visit, what can I do for you this morning?”

“Well,” Denise answered as she stepped into the elegant foyer, “I was hoping to speak to you about your son, Dick”-

“You mean Richard,” he interrupted.  “I don’t approve of Dick as a nickname, if I had wanted him to be called that I would have named him that.”  He smiled as he walked into the living room, which was also quite elegant in appearance.

“Oh, good, I feel the same way, Mr. Masters,” Denise said as she followed him into the room, looking around and taking in everything she saw.  There was a large couch on one wall, and a beautiful glass table in front of it, and one armchair across the table from the couch.  The woman who had greeted Denise at the door was standing in front of it.

“I must say, Denise, I was hoping to meet some of Richard’s teachers, though not quite this soon,” Mr. Masters said as he sat down on the couch.  He glanced over at the woman who was still standing in front of the chair.  “Oh, yes, you haven’t been properly introduced; this is my maid, Candy.  You may sit down now,” he said to Candy as he looked back over to Denise, who was still standing in the doorway to the living room.  Candy sat down in the chair as Denise took another step into the living room.

“Well, Mr. Masters, I don’t normally show up at student’s homes like this, but I felt strongly that I needed to speak to you about his behavior.”

“I see,” he said to her as he lifted his hand in his direction.  “Come, have a seat.”  He motioned his hand towards the couch and patted the seat next to him.  Denise blinked and then walked over, sitting next to him on the couch, crossing her ankles as she settled into the very comfortable sofa.  The angle of the couch put her seat directly across from where Candy was sitting.

“I can tell you take things very seriously, Denise.  Whatever is on your mind must be troubling you quite greatly.”  He smiled at the teacher as she settled into her seat.

“It is, Mr. Masters.  Richard’s behavior towards females in particular has been very disturbing.”  And Denise began relating the events of the other day;  catching him in the bathroom with Sara, and then the incident with Melanie in class.  She didn’t make any mention of what happened after school, or the next day – partly because of how humiliating it had been for her, and partly because she didn’t want to seem as if she was making it a personal issue.

Mr. Masters nodded and his smile vanished as Denise spoke.  “I must say, Denise, I’m very disappointed in him.  This isn’t the first time he has gotten into this kind of trouble.  I only wish the people at his last school had been as proactive as you are, and taken it more seriously – perhaps he would still be there now.”

“I understand, and yes, I take discipline and behavior in my class and towards my students extremely seriously, Mr. Masters.  The two girls, they are the two top students in the senior class, with bright futures, and I won’t allow anything or anyone to derail them.”  She glanced over at Candy, who was just sitting there blankly, leaning forward a bit and giving Denise an eyeful of her assets.  Denise blushed a bit as she turned back to Mr. Masters.  “I don’t mean to pry, but is there a Mrs. Masters?”

“No, there isn’t, not for a long time now,” Mr. Masters sighed.  “Perhaps if there was, I wouldn’t have such difficulty with Richard.  He is very strong-willed and stubborn.”  He noticed Denise’s glances towards Candy and smiled.  “Candy has been a wonderful addition to the household – she does all the cooking and cleaning, and a house as large as this, it keeps her quite busy.  I could almost do with two of her, I think.”  He glanced back towards his maid again.  “That reminds me, Candy, we haven’t been very good hosts, we haven’t offered our guest a drink yet, go and bring us two cups of tea.”  Candy immediately rose and walked out of the room.  

“This is a really nice house, Mr. Masters,” Denise said as she glanced around again.  “May I ask what you do for a living, and what brought you here to Virginia?”

Mr. Masters smiled again as Candy returned with the tea.  Denise picked hers up and took a sip, marveling at how smooth and delicious the taste was.  “Well, I made a few wise business decisions in the past, you see, so I haven’t had to worry about things like money for quite some time.”  He continued to smile at Denise as she sipped her tea.  “This house was in Mrs. Masters’ family, and had been vacant for some time, so it only made sense for us to move here, and so far I quite like the area, and what I have seen of it.”

“I am glad to hear that!  I’ve lived here all my life and I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else,” Denise remarked as she watched Candy sit back down in her chair.  “This is really great tea, thank you!”

“I’m glad you like it,” Mr. Masters said as he leaned a bit closer to the teacher, smiling as he took a whiff of her perfume.  “Candy, are you making strawberry shortcake in the kitchen?”

Candy shook her head no as Denise looked back at her, then it dawned on her what the smell was.  “Oh no, that’s just my perfume!”  They both laughed a bit, and then Denise asked, “Is it just you and Richard then?”

“No, Candy lives here with us – and even though I call her a maid, she’s very much a part of the family.”  Candy smiled happily as he continued.  “And then there’s Ashley and Barbie – they work nights, so they are still asleep.”

‘He has sisters,’ she thought, ‘well, that’s a good thing.’  “So anyhow, back to Richard…”

“Yes.  Again, I am very disappointed in what you have told me.  Believe me when I tell you that I will handle this.  I know it must be difficult enough for you to teach without such distractions.  I’ll have a talk with him right after school.”  He paused a moment and then added, “That gives me an idea…I’d like to invite you to come back for supper tonight.  I feel like it’s the least I can do for everything you’ve been through, and it will give Richard an opportunity to apologize and make things right.  Believe me, after I am finished with him, he’ll be falling all over himself telling you how sorry he is.”  He stopped and waited for her response.

Denise was amazed.  Finally, someone understood her, and was taking her side, and was going to help fix this situation!  “Yes, she quickly replied, “I’d be delighted to join you for supper, thank you for your support!”

“Again, it’s the least I can do,” he smiled.  “I could tell when you walked in here how troubled you were about it all, and that’s no fun at all.  I feel somewhat responsible, and I hope I’ve lifted your burden a bit.”

“Oh yes, I feel so much better now!” Denise exclaimed.  “I am already looking forward to it…but I couldn’t impose on you for a whole meal, would you allow me to bring a dish, at least?”

“Hmm,” Mr. Masters thought, “yes, actually, why don’t you bring something for dessert?  And,” he added, “when you come, wear something fun – we are very relaxed and casual here, and you’ll be off duty by then. Okay?”

“You bet!” Denise replied as she started to stand up.  Mr. Masters leaned over as she did, and kissed the back of her hand.  Denise smiled at the warm gesture – she had definitely made the right decision in coming here! she thought as she took her leave. 


Denise made it to school in time for lunch.  The weather was even nicer than it had been earlier in the week-it was up to 70, unusual for late January!  Many of the kids were in short sleeved shirts and shorts.  Denise decided to take off her jacket for the rest of the day.

Her afternoon went very smoothly, one of the best days she could remember in quite some time.  Denise was looking forward to that evening, to supper with the Masters’.  Dick’s father had put her completely at ease – she just knew that things were going to be better from here on out!

On her way home, Denise stopped by the supermarket and picked up a gallon of vanilla ice cream, two quarts of strawberries, and two cans of whipped cream – she had agreed to bring dessert, and he had mentioned strawberry shortcake, so that seemed like a good dessert to bring!  The only problem was, the store was completely out of the little round cakes for the base of the dessert.  Denise decided to forgo that part – maybe they had something there they could use, or maybe she would have time to whip up a quick cake before she got there.

Once she got home, Denise got a shower and then went into her bedroom to find something ‘fun’ to wear for that evening.  As she looked through her dresser, Denise thought this would be a great opportunity to wear something out that she normally couldn’t get away with wearing at school!  After quite a bit of time, she settled on a pink crop top and a black miniskirt, with a pair of black pumps.  She checked herself in the mirror – both seemed a bit tight, but then, she realized, it had been a number of years since she had worn either!  She spent a good bit more time applying her makeup just right, and then she sprayed on a bit more of the strawberry spray she had used that morning.  She sprayed a bit on her neck, a little on her arms and legs, and even a little bit on the exposed part of her stomach.

Denise had spent so much time primping herself that by the time she was finished, it was a quarter to five!  There was no time to bake a quick cake for the dessert – she’d just have to do without.  She packed the other ingredients in a bag, grabbed her purse, and headed for the door, almost skipping to her car in her excitement.

The drive there seemed to take forever, and finally she pulled into the driveway and made her way to the front door.  Once again, Candy answered the door, dressed exactly as she had been that morning.

“Welcome back, Denise,” she said.  “Is that for dessert?”  She began to walk towards the kitchen, and Denise followed her.

“Yes,” Denise replied, “I brought stuff for strawberry shortcake, but they were out of the little cake cups at the store, and I didn’t have time to make a cake…”

“That’s fine,” Candy replied as she looked over the teacher’s appearance and smiled.  “We have something here that will work even better!”

“Oh great!” Denise breathed a sigh of relief.  She sat the bag on the counter.  “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Thank you, but everything’s almost ready, the girls are setting the table now, and we’ll be eating before long.  Would you like something to drink while you wait?”

Denise thought for a moment.  “Do you have any more of that tea?  It really was quite something!”

“As a matter of fact, I just made a fresh pot!” Candy exclaimed.  “You did seem to like it,” she added as she poured Denise a cup and set it on a saucer.

“Thanks!” Denise said as she picked up her tea and wandered into the dining room.  Two girls were busy putting out the plates and silverware; they were both dressed similarly, in halter tops, cutoff shorts, and heels.  Denise looked down at her own appearance, and realized she wasn’t dressed much differently.

“Oh hi!” the taller of the two girls exclaimed as she turned to see Denise standing there.  “You must be Denise!  I’m Ashley, and this is Barbie!”

“Hi, yes I am, nice to meet you both!” Denise replied.  “I’m one of Richard’s teachers from school.”

“Oh yes,” Barbie said, as she also turned to face Denise.  “He’s told us all about you! Wow…” she added as her eyes roved over Denise’s body.

“Wow?”  Denise asked, a bit surprised.

“He said you’re 38? You don’t even look 28!  He said you were hot, but, wow…”

Denise blushed deeply at this unexpected statement.  She opened her mouth as she tried to think of something intelligent to come back with, but all that came out was “umm…thanks!”

“It’s really cool that you came over for supper,” Ashley said to Denise.  “Most teachers I know wouldn’t be caught dead having a meal at a student’s house!  But then you seem so much cooler than any of them!”  As she finished speaking, Candy walked in with a casserole dish and shot Ashley a disapproving look as she sat it on the table.  A moment later, she returned and refilled Denise’s cup of tea, before going back for a second bowl of food for the table.

“Are we about ready?” came a familiar voice from the next room, as Mr. Masters strolled through the doorway, still dressed in the short sleeved shirt and shorts from that morning.  “Oh, Denise, you made it!  Welcome again to our humble abode…” and he sat down at one end of the table.  Denise looked around and counted eight place servings at the table.  She wondered who else was going to be there – Dick seemed to be the only one missing.

“Thanks again, Mr. Masters, for your warmth and hospitality, you really do have a beautiful home here!” Denise gushed as she continued sipping the wonderful tea.

“Why don’t you sit here, between me and Ashley?” Barbie asked as she pointed to the right side of the table, where three places were lined up.  Candy finished bringing in the rest of the food as Denise took the seat in the middle, and Ashley and Barbie sat down on either side of her.

“We’re not late, are we?” came another familiar voice just then, as Dick walked into the spacious dining room from yet another doorway.  Behind him were Sara and Melanie, and they were dressed much like Ashley and Barbie were, in halters and cutoffs.  Denise sighed as she saw her students walk in – she should have known that Sara and Melanie would be here.  They were obviously still smitten with Dick, for reasons unimaginable to Denise.  They all sat down, Dick at the other end of the table, opposite his father, and Candy directly across from Denise, with Sara and Melanie on either side of her.

Mr. Masters waited until everyone was settled, then he stood up.  “Before we start eating, I think Richard has something he wants to say.”  And he sat back down, glancing down the table at his son, who began to stand up slowly, looking nervously at Denise as he turned to face her.

“I’m really sorry for everything that happened this week at school, Denise,” he started.  “I made your job even more difficult than it already is.  I promise I’ll do everything I can from now on to make things easier and more comfortable for you.”  And he sat back down, as everyone turned to look at Denise for her reaction.

“That’s okay, Richard,” she answered.  “Thank you for your apology; perhaps I overreacted a bit myself with how I tried to handle things.”  She turned to look at his father.  “Now that I know I have your father’s support, I’m confident we can move past this unfortunate situation.”

Dick looked visibly relieved as he smiled at his teacher.  “That was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do…”

“I could tell.  The hardest thing to do is to admit you’re wrong and sincerely apologize for it, and you just did it.  I’m quite proud of you!”

Everyone smiled and applauded.  “Now, we can eat!” Mr. Masters exclaimed.  “Somebody pass me the meat, I’m starved!”

The plates were passed around the table until everyone had a full portion.  Candy got up as soon as everyone was eating and quietly refilled everyone’s drinks.  Denise took a couple of bites of her meat – it had a very succulent flavor, one she didn’t recognize immediately, similar to pork, she thought.  She waited until Candy was seated again, and asked her, “What kind of meat is this?  It’s delicious!”

Candy was about to respond when Mr. Masters blurted out, “It’s that girl who came around yesterday trying to sell us some cosmetics.  Apparently she didn’t read the sign over the door.”

Denise gasped a bit as the others started to laugh.  Then she realized he was completely kidding, even as she asked, “what sign?”

“Oh, you didn’t see it either, Denise? The one written in Latin? ‘Salutor ero perussi’?”

“Oh yes, but I didn’t know what”-

“It means, ‘visitors may be consumed’.”  They all laughed again.  “Just a little humor.  We can’t take ourselves too seriously, now, can we?”

“I guess not!” Denise laughed.

“It’s closely related to pork,” Candy stated.  “All kidding aside.”  She got up again and refilled Denise’s teacup.

“You really are a wonderful cook, Candy,” Denise said between bites.  “Were you a professional chef before you came here?”

Candy looked down to Mr. Masters, who nodded as if in approval.  “Actually, Denise, I was a high school teacher.” 

Denise gasped in surprise.  “You were? A teacher? And now, you’re a…”

“Maid, yes, that’s right, Denise.  Being a teacher was very difficult, as I am sure you know all too well…I got to a point that I realized I just wasn’t cut out for it.  Having to keep control of a class of hormonally-challenged teenagers, constantly having to think on my feet…things are much better now, I’m where I belong, and I couldn’t be happier!”

“Did you teach around here?  What subject? Do you ever miss it?”  Denise peppered her with questions.

“No, not here, in California.  I was a history teacher too – seems we have a lot in common!  Do I miss it?  Not really…maybe I miss being around the kids a bit, but that’s all…”

“We both had Miss Candy in school!”  Barbie blurted out suddenly.

“Did you…umm…” Denise was trying to think of something more to ask, but something was happening to her, almost like a fog, enveloping her mind, keeping her thoughts from forming…She picked up her teacup and drank some more, hoping it might clear her head a bit.

Mr. Masters looked down at Denise, smiling at her glazed expression.  “I think the teacher likes your special tea, Candy…”

“Special…tea…” Denise mumbled.

“Yes dear, you seemed to like it so much this morning, that I had her make an entire pot, just for you…I think you’ve drank it all!”

“Drank it all…ohh…” Denise mumbled again.  She began to look around for the bathroom.  “Umm…where’s the…”

“The bathroom?” Candy asked.  “It’s in the back of the kitchen, just go straight through and you can’t miss it.”

“Thanks…” Denise mumbled as she got up slowly, shaking her head a bit as she made her way slowly to the bathroom.  As she sat down to relieve herself, she put her suddenly dizzy head in her hands.  Her head felt so heavy, she almost felt like she could fall asleep right there in the bathroom!  After she was done, she washed her face and hands, running cold water over her face to try and invigorate herself a bit.  It seemed to help, she thought as she made her way back to the dining room.

Candy and the girls were starting to clear the table as Denise slowly walked back in.  “You look a bit peaked,” Dick chuckled as he walked over to his teacher and held her hand to help support her.  “We were going to watch a short movie before dessert…do you think you’re up for it?”

“A movie…?” Denise asked, “umm…sure…sorry…don’t know why I feel so…exhausted…”

“Well, it’s been a long week, and we just ate a big meal, it’s no wonder you’re a little tuckered out,” Dick responded.  “Here, let’s go into the theater room, the chairs are quite comfortable, you can rest a bit…” and he led her out of the dining room, and into a mostly darkened room that did resemble a mini-theater, with ten or twelve plush seats and a large screen at the far end of the room.  Dick led Denise to the front row, seating her in the center.  There was a table between the seats and the theater, about six feet long and two feet wide, similar to a coffee table.

Denise settled into the seat and leaned back, her head resting comfortably against the back of the chair, at a perfect angle to see the big screen in front of her.  She opened her mouth briefly, to ask what kind of movie they were going to watch, but then the fog settled back over her mind and that thought drifted away.  She was aware of the others entering the room around her; two of them seemed to be carrying something, which they set down on the table, but Denise didn’t make any effort to look down and see what it was.

Dick had sat down directly behind his dazed and sleepy teacher.  He leaned over as the lights were dimmed completely, and whispered into her ear: “I think you’re going to really enjoy this, Denise, it has a lot of personal meaning for you,” and then the movie began to play.

Denise gasped, and her heavy eyes widened as much as they could, as she saw herself, in her classroom, sitting alone at her desk.  She immediately realized she was watching a film of the complete events from after school, two days before.  The angles changed as the film showed Dick entering the room – there had obviously been multiple cameras in her room, oblivious to her.

As a camera zoomed in to capture the moment where Denise hit her head on the bottom of the desk, the audience gasped, and then there was intermittent laughter and talking as the events continued beyond that.  Denise could do nothing but stare at the screen, the images burning themselves deep into her hazy mind.  As the film showed Dick touching her exposed stomach, she once again felt him reaching around and touching her there, and she let out a soft whimper.  

Then, as the scene played where he had placed her vibrating egg on her navel, she felt something press on her stomach, something buzzing lightly, and through the fog she realized he had her egg again, and was using it on her.  As the egg was slid into her panties on film, Dick slid it under her skirt and panties and against her tingling labia.  She didn’t even realize that another pair of hands had pulled up her top and bra, until the moment when her top was pulled completely over her head and off.  Her breathing was getting faster, her body was on fire, as she felt him push the egg inside her.  She knew she was going to come, the moment when she saw herself climax on film;  she could feel herself getting close, almost to the edge, when suddenly, without warning, the screen went black.

“Huhhh…wh-what happened…” Denise moaned, as she felt Dick’s strong hands under her arms, helping her to her feet.

“I think you were enjoying that a little too much,” she heard Mr. Masters respond.  “Besides, it’s time for dessert,” he added, as a pair of hands reached over to the excited, dizzy teacher, sliding her skirt and panties down and off.  Denise stepped out of them without a thought as she looked down at the table in front of her.  She blinked her tired eyes; it looked like a large rectangular serving tray, covering the entire table, with what appeared to be strawberry Jello filling it.  She blinked again, thinking she was seeing things, but the image her eyes saw remained the same.  She glanced to her right as she heard a cart being wheeled in; it was Candy, bringing in the ice cream, strawberries, and whipped cream.

“You look tired, dear,” Mr. Masters said as he walked over next to Denise.  “Why don’t you lay down for a bit,” and he reached down to her legs, helping his son lift the dazed and confused teacher into the serving tray.  Once she was completely inside the tray, Mr. Masters reached down and slipped off her heels, leaving Denise completely bare on the bed of Jello.

“Uuuunnnhhhh…” Denise moaned as she lay there inside the tray, the egg in her vagina keeping her on the edge of climax.  She looked up just as Dick placed a red scarf over her tired eyes, tying it around her head, and blindfolding her once again.  Denise squirmed around in the Jello, her inability to see combined with the egg and the Jello were driving her absolutely crazy!

Denise could sense someone breathing close to her stomach, then she heard Mr. Masters’ voice.  “Mmm, you still smell like strawberries, Denise…you’re going to make the most delicious strawberry shortcake ever!”  Denise gasped as she realized she was going to be the cake!  She trembled and writhed inside her serving tray, and then a sensation between her legs, an icy cold sensation, caused her to lose control completely.  She climaxed hard, her juices flowing all over the gallon of vanilla ice cream that had just been scooped between her legs.

Denise could hear the ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ as the ice cream was mixed with her juices, and then scooped up and placed all over her quivering body: a large scoop on each of her bare breasts, another on her navel, one on each thigh, and one right in the middle of her forehead; that left the remainder pressed against her still buzzing pussy.

“Now for the strawberries,” Mr. Masters said, and strawberries were pushed down into each scoop of ice cream.  Denise could smell them, even through her deepening fog.  “And now the whipped cream,” he added, as she heard the familiar sound of whipped cream being squirted out of the aerosol cans.  She moaned as she felt her arousal growing once again, stimulated by her situation as well as the egg inside her.

“And now for the final ingredient,” Dick exclaimed, and Denise felt something sticky being poured all over her body, covering her.  Strawberry syrup.  Her body shuddered hard as she climaxed once again, and the last words she heard before she passed out were, “Dig in!”


Denise woke up the next morning, in her own bed, as she tried to remember the events from the night before.  It was all quite a blur, she wasn’t even sure how she got home…she remembered being at her student Dick’s house for dinner, his apology, and then things got a bit hazy…she thought she remembered Candy, the maid, telling her she used to be a teacher…she must have dreamed that, she thought, along with other things – like watching herself on a movie screen, and having dessert eaten off of her…

She sighed and rubbed her eyes as she got up and started getting ready for another day of school.  As she pulled on a blouse and slacks, she thought to herself that she really shouldn’t have gone to a student’s house for dinner, but she did get the apology she had been wanting, so this one time maybe it was okay.  No harm seemed to be done.

Her morning classes went very smoothly, especially her third period class; Dick, Sara, and Melanie were all on their best behavior.  Denise was so relieved – she finally felt like maybe things were getting back to normal again.  She ate her lunch, and then, as she walked past the office on her way back to her classroom, she saw Stella inside, waving at her to come in.

“Yes Stella, what is it?” Denise asked as she strolled into the office.

“Hey, Denise, I just got a call a minute ago, from that lady in California, the one you spoke to on Monday? A Ms. Stewart?”  Stella handed her a slip of paper with the phone number.  “I was about to have someone run it down to you…”

“Thanks, I’ll call her back from here if that’s ok?” Denise asked as she spied an empty office to the right.

“Sure, go ahead,” Stella answered.  Denise walked into the office, shut the door behind herself, and dialed the number.

“Yes, may I speak to Ms. Stewart?” she asked when the secretary answered.

“Sure, she’s right here,” the woman replied.  

“This is Vice Principal Stewart, how may I help you?” a familiar voice asked.

“Oh hi, this is Denise, from Virginia, you just called for me?”

“Yes,” Ms. Stewart replied, “I just wanted to check on your situation, after we talked the other day, I’ve been a bit worried for you.  Have you gotten rid of him yet?”

“Oh no,” Denise answered cheerfully, “the problem’s all taken care of.  I met his dad yesterday, and after he got done with Richard, he was falling all over himself apologizing to me!  He hasn’t been a problem ever since!”

“Really?” Ms. Stewart asked in amazement.  “Wow, that’s wonderful…after what happened here with Candi, I was afraid it was happening all over again…”

“Candi…” Denise repeated, “that was the teacher’s name?”

“Yes, why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason,” Denise replied.  “Yes, I think between his father and I, we finally got through to him!”

“You seem very sure of yourself, Denise.  I’d still be a bit careful if I were you, he is like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.  He may seem harmless now, but that might be what he wants you to think…”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” Denise said as she said goodbye and hung up the phone.  ‘It’s just a coincidence,’ she thought, ‘that the teacher and the maid are both named Candy…’ and she didn’t give it another thought as she walked down to her room to finish the school day.


Denise drove home from school that afternoon, feeling very happy and confident.  It was another beautiful day, weather-wise; the temperature had been near 70 that afternoon.  She arrived home and walked through her front door, stopping in the kitchen to set her purse down on one of the stools by the counter.  Just as she turned around to head towards her bedroom, the doorbell rang.

“Who could that be?” Denise wondered as she turned the other way, to answer the door.  She opened it to see Ashley and Barbie standing there in the doorway.  They were both dressed and made up as if they had just come back from some kind of modeling shoot.  “Ashley? Barbie?” Denise asked in surprise, “what are you doing here? How did you know where I live?”

“Oh,” Ashley replied as they took a step in, “we came with Dick,” and Denise gasped as she saw her student standing behind the two girls as they walked in together.

“Richard!  What are you doing here?”

“It’s Dick,” he smiled as he stepped between Ashley and Barbie, towards his shocked teacher.  She backed away from him, against the kitchen counter, feeling his eyes on her as he stepped closer to her.  He had a bag in his hand, which he set down next to her purse on the stool.  Then he moved his fingers against her stomach, sliding them between the buttons of her blouse, and against her bare skin.  Denise let out a soft whimper as her arms dropped to her sides.  “Good girl.  You remembered who is in control here.”

Denise’s eyes widened.  “What? What about your apology yesterday…?”

“You really aren’t the brightest crayon in the box, my little teacher,” Dick answered with a smirk.  His fingers moved up and down her abdomen, undoing the buttons on the lower half of her blouse as he spoke.  “You really thought this was over?  You believed my little ‘apology’?” He laughed.  “I’m going to take you out tonight.”

“Take me out?” Denise exclaimed, “I’m your teacher, not your prom date!”  She stiffened a bit as his fingers moved up, opening the rest of the buttons on her green blouse.

“You’ll be whatever I want you to be, Denise,” Dick stated calmly as he slipped the blouse down from her shoulders and off.  He smiled at her pretty light-green bra.  “I’m going to take you out tonight,” he repeated, “but first, we have to get you ready,” and he reached behind her, unhooking her bra and pulling it away from her chest, twirling it in front of the stunned teacher.

“Get me ready?  Where are we going?  What do you mean?”

“All in due time, just relax,” Dick replied as he hung her blouse and bra up on empty hooks that were hanging above her kitchen counter.  He gave her bare breasts a quick and gentle massage, smiling at the change in her expression.  His right hand slipped down to her slacks, unbuttoning them and letting them fall to the floor, and revealing her light-green matching panty, which he eased down to the floor next.  “Sit up here, Denise,” Dick said as he patted the countertop.  

Denise’s expression was one of utter confusion as she felt herself obeying, pulling herself up onto the counter, her feet dangling as Dick finished removing her slacks, panty, stockings, and heels.  She had been so sure that she had regained complete control of this situation - how could she have been so wrong?  Why wasn’t she fighting against what was happening?  She gasped as she felt his hand easily push her thighs apart to inspect what was between them.

“Very nice,” Dick smiled as he caressed her, feeling only a tiny amount of hair.  “Let’s smooth this up a bit, shall we?” and he reached into the bag for a bottle of cream.  Squirting a generous amount onto his fingers, he began to massage it all around her rapidly swelling labia.  Denise gasped as she felt the hairs tingle and then disappear, and the tingling in her labia got more intense.  Dick finally stopped and looked at his handiwork.  “Perfect.  Now, let’s get you dressed, shall we?”

Denise began to reach up where her bra was hanging, but Dick stopped her.  “No, girl, not those clothes.  I have a brand new outfit for you to wear tonight.”  And he reached into the bag, and pulled out a lavender and pink dress.  It was short, and sparkly, with a small silver frill around the bottom, and a strap for the right shoulder.  Denise’s eyes widened as Dick held it up before her – it was definitely unlike anything she had in her closet!  He motioned for her to lower her head, and then he slid it over her, pulling it down as far as it would go.  It was snug, and went down to her mid-thigh.  Dick motioned for her to get to her feet, and she complied, as he smoothed the dress out.

“Absolutely adorable!” Dick exclaimed as he looked over his confused teacher.  “Now, I have to run for a bit, but Ashley and Barbie here are going to finish getting you all ready for tonight.  Have fun!” And he took Denise’s hand, quickly giving it a kiss, before turning to walk out.  As he did, he picked up her purse and took it with him – she was too distracted by everything going on to notice.


Denise stood there in her kitchen, wearing only the lavender and pink dress, as her attention turned to Ashley and Barbie, now that Dick had left.  “What now?” she asked.

Barbie quickly spoke up.  “Ashley is a real expert at makeup, she’s going to really doll you up, Denise.  Seriously, when was the last time someone did your makeup for you?”

“Umm,” Denise thought for a moment, as she tried to remember when.

“A long time, right?  Well, have a seat here on this stool, and relax.”  Barbie picked up the bag that was sitting on the stool and handed it to Ashley, then took a seat on the next stool over.   Ashley reached into the bag and took out a medium-sized cosmetics bag, and started emptying the contents on the counter.

“Do you know where your brother is taking me tonight?” Denise asked, as Ashley took a makeup removal cloth out and started thoroughly cleaning Denise’s face, getting it ready for what she was going to apply.

“Our brother?” Barbie laughed.  “You thought he’s our brother? No…he was our classmate!  Back when we all lived in California…”

“You m-mean,” Denise stammered, “at his l-last school…the one he got expelled from?”

“Yes,” Barbie and Ashley both answered with their heads down a bit.  “We’re the ones who got him kicked out of school.”

“You mean….you’re the ‘smart ones’?”  Denise asked incredulously, as Ashley smoothed eye cream around her wide eyes.

“We thought we were,” Barbie replied.  “We’re so glad Dick found us when he did…or we might be stuck at some boooring college…”

“What do you mean?” Denise asked in wonder, as Ashley brushed foundation over her face.  “Dick somehow convinced you that you weren’t smart enough for college?”

“Not exactly,” Barbie giggled.  “He showed us that trying to be smart wasn’t how we were meant to be, and it wasn’t making us happy…!  He invited us both to come with him, and discover our true selves, and we’ve both been happy ever since!”

Denise was wide-eyed as she listened to Barbie explain how they arrived at their current state, while Ashley continued to work on her makeup, applying concealer and finishing powder, and contouring and highlighting the edges.

“And Candy…she was your teacher there…?” Denise asked.

“Exactly,” Barbie answered, as Ashley started working on Denise’s eyes, first with a light blue eye shadow, then some pink, a dark blue for the creases, some white eyeliner around her eyes, and finally false lashes.  “She was like us, stressed all the time, trying so hard to be smart…now she is so happy!”  Barbie began to brush Denise’s hair softly.  “She struggled against it for a while, just like you are, but eventually she realized it was her true nature.”

“Her true nature?” Denise gasped.  “She was a teacher, now she’s just a maid!  That’s silly!”

“Now now, Denise, what’s so silly about it?” Barbie put the brush down and ran her fingers through the incredulous teacher’s hair, as Ashley began applying pink lipstick and gloss to her lips.  “Things are so much easier for us when we don’t have to try and think our way through life.  We can be what we were meant to be…dumb eye candy!”  Barbie and Ashley both giggled as Ashley put the finishing touches on Denise’s face.

“I’m not dumb eye candy…!” Denise protested, as Ashley quickly painted both sets of Denise’s nails a soft pink that matched her lips.  Barbie had pulled some accessories out of the bag and was putting them on Denise – some gaudy bracelets for her left wrist, some large dangling earrings, and a pair of five inch open toed light colored heels with ankle straps.  Both of them ignored her last comment.

“There,” Ashley said as she put everything back in the bag, “all done! Do you have a full length mirror somewhere – you have to see this!”

“In my bedroom,” Denise answered, as she got up and slowly walked towards her bedroom, Ashley and Barbie right behind her…she walked in front of the mirror, and stopped, her eyes wide.  Ashley and Barbie moved to either side of her.

“Wow-that can’t be me…!” Denise exclaimed.  “I look so…so…young!”  Her mouth was open in astonishment at what she saw.   It was obviously her, but she looked so much younger, almost a college-age caricature of herself!

Barbie giggled, “You do! You totally look like you could be our sister!  Ashley, you really outdid yourself this time!”

“She really did, didn’t she,” came a male voice, coming from behind Denise.  It was Dick, smiling as he pressed up against his teacher’s back.  “What a doll you are, Denise, just look at yourself!”  As Denise continued to stare in wonder at herself, she felt his hand moving up between her legs, pushing a familiar object-her egg-smoothly and easily inside her.  “You did great, girls, I’ll see you later!”  And Ashley and Barbie turned and began to walk away.

Denise’s expression clearly showed her surprise.  “My egg…you took it from my purse again…”

“Oh, I did better than that, you silly little bimbo, I took your whole purse.  Here, here’s a brand new clutch for you to carry, with everything you need inside,” and he handed her a small lavender and pink clutch purse which perfectly matched her ensemble.  “Now, I believe we’re ready to go.”  And he led her out of the front door, and into his waiting car parked out front.


As Denise began to get into the passenger side of the car, she stopped.  “Umm…Dick…?”

“Yes, girl?” Dick answered her.

“I’m not wearing anything under this dress,” she replied, blushing a bit.

“I know,” Dick smiled as he got in the car.  “That dress fits you quite well, no need for anything else under it, and you’ll stay warm enough, trust me.”  He chuckled as he watched his confused teacher sit down in the seat, closing the door behind her.  As he started the car, his left hand silently slipped the remote for the egg from his pocket.

“But you said we’re going out…I can’t be out in public without a bra! Or panties! It’s…umm…ohhh…” Denise moaned suddenly as she felt the familiar buzzing inside her.  Dick smiled as he reached over and reclined her seat back a good bit.

“It’s what?  Were you going to say something, silly little bimbo?”  He waited a few seconds, but the only response he got was a soft whimper.  “That’s what I thought.  Now just relax while we’re in the car.  I’ll put on a little educational video for you to watch,” and he reached over and turned on the video screen in front of her.  “The last few days of your life, in living color,” he laughed as he put the car in drive and started off.  Denise lay back in the seat, her arms at her sides, as the video from the first day that week began to play.

“I’m really glad you were so dumb as to carry that wonderful egg with you to school, Denise,” he taunted as she watched silently.  “It took me weeks of work with Candy to get her to the point you’re at now, in just a few short days.” He watched the teacher’s breathing begin to pick up a bit, and quietly hit the button on the remote, turning the egg off.  He smiled as he noticed little change in her expression or state as she sat there, transfixed by the images.  “Amazing, isn’t it.  To watch yourself, see what you allowed to happen to yourself, see what excited you.  You’re very responsive, girl.  Who would have ever known there was such a hot body underneath all those boring teacher clothes?”

“Huh, iiiii…ummm...” Denise mumbled as she watched the scene in the video change, to the night before, when she went over to Dick’s for dinner.

“Just relax.  I know you can answer my questions while you watch, can’t you, Denise?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Good girl.  Now, tell me, whatever made you think you should be a teacher in the first place?”  Dick asked as he continued to drive down the highway towards their destination, still unknown to Denise.

“Umm,” Denise mumbled as she tried to think, “I don’t know…I always wanted to be one…since I can remember…”

“And nobody tried to talk you out of it, did they?  Your parents, teachers, counselors, I’m sure they all said ‘good for you!’ even though it was pretty obvious you weren’t cut out for all that heavy thinking, right?”

“Umm…right…” Denise mumbled, as her eyes stayed glued to the screen, watching for the first time what she had missed after passing out:  all the dessert being eaten off of her excited, trembling body; then Dick picking her up, tossing her over his shoulder like a slab of meat, and carrying her unconscious body to the shower to clean her off; and finally being driven home by Dick, Ashley, and Barbie, and placed in her own bed, to wake up the next morning.

“Now, don’t you wish that someone like me could have gotten hold of you then, when you were eighteen, and guided you down the right path, and saved you all these years of frustration and failure?  That’s what I did with Ashley and Barbie, and what I’m doing with Sara and Melanie.  They are all much happier now than they have ever been, now that they have found and embraced their true place in the world.”

The video came to an end just as Dick finished this statement, and Denise suddenly snapped out of the reverie she had been in since it began.  She turned suddenly, her expression once more looking upset.  “What do you mean failure?  I’ve been a teacher for 14 years now!  And what do you know about my or their ‘true place’?  You’re nineteen!  You don’t know anything about me!”

Dick smiled as he glanced over at his angry teacher.  “I know a lot more about you than you think, pretty girl.  As a matter of fact, I’ll prove it to you.  I’ll ask you a bunch of questions about you, all yes or no answers.  If you answer no to any of the questions I ask, then I’ll admit you are right, and I won’t press it any farther.  But if you answer yes to all of the questions, then you admit that I am right, and you’ll listen to everything else I have to say.  The only thing I ask is that you answer every question honestly, no matter how embarrassing it may be.  Can you do that?”

Denise thought for a moment, then replied, “Yes, I can do that, if only to end this ridiculous argument!”

Dick grinned.  “Excellent.  Now, just lay back and relax, and just answer yes or no. Okay?”

“Okay,” Denise muttered as she lay back in the seat again.

“Good.  First question: are you 38 years old, Denise?”

“Yes,” she replied quietly.

Dick smiled.  “That was an easy one – I had a peek at your driver’s license.  Okay, next question: when you were in high school, were you a cheerleader, and an athlete?”

“Yes,” Denise answered, “I was both.”

“Good,” he said as he kept his eyes on the road.  “When you were in high school, were you very sexually active?”

Denise blushed a bit and paused, but finally mumbled, “Yes…”

Dick smiled again.  “When you were in high school and college, did you struggle to make good grades, even though athletes and cheerleaders usually get graded easier than the smart kids?”

Denise visibly bristled as he finished asking the question.  “Yes, but”-

He quickly cut her off.  “Yes or no, that’s all I want to hear, understand?”

“Yes,” Denise breathed, blushing again.

“Good girl.  You’re doing so well.  Next question: When you were in high school, and a boy wanted you to do something, did he get better results when he told you what to do firmly, as opposed to asking?”

Denise gasped in surprise as she tried to think back to when she was in school – this wasn’t a question she had expected. 

“Don’t think, Denise, just answer. Now.”

“Yes,” Denise replied.

Dick grinned broadly.  “I see nothing has changed.”  He looked up as he took the upcoming exit – they weren’t too far now from their destination.  “Have you found it more difficult to begin and sustain relationships because of the expectations of being a teacher, Denise?”

“Yes,” she breathed again.  She was quite conscious now of the fact that she had yet to answer ‘no’ to anything.

“There’s a double standard with the way that students are allowed to dress and act, and how the teachers are expected to dress and act.  Does that frustrate you, Denise, even make you a little jealous at times?”

“Yes,” she replied, a bit emphatically.

“You’re jealous of the way the girls can act, and dress, and the attention they get from the boys, aren’t you, Denise?”

“Yes,” she answered again.  Her chest was beginning to rise and fall a bit more rapidly.

“Are my questions exciting you, Denise?”

“Yes,” she breathed, as she squeezed her legs together a bit.

“Good girl, you’ve done so well, and you’re almost finished.  Tell me, Denise, is it important to you, what men think of you?”

“Y-yes,” Denise stammered a bit.  She shifted a bit in her seat, as Dick made a turn down another road.  Darkness was beginning to set in.

“I can tell you really didn’t want to say yes to that.  But you’re being honest and that’s what matters.  Some of my questions are a little embarrassing though, aren’t they?”

“Yes,” she blushed, her breathing still a bit rapid.

“Would you agree that men care more about what’s under your blouse than what’s in your head, Denise?”

Denise paused, blushing even harder as she answered, “yes…”

“Would you agree that men think more about what’s between your legs than what’s between your ears, Denise?”

“Yes,” she gasped, as she squeezed her legs together once more.

“Last question.  It excites you more when a man calls you ‘dumb cunt’ than when he calls you by your name, doesn’t it?”  He pulled the car off the road and into a parking lot, turning to look at her and waiting for her response.

“Umm,” Denise mumbled, as she turned to see him looking at her intently.  She was desperately trying not to say yes, but the sensations between her legs were growing stronger.

“Answer me now, you dumb cunt!”

“Yes,” Denise panted breathlessly, a look of shock sweeping over her face.

“Very good.  You answered all of my questions yes, didn’t you, Denise?” His hand went out to caress her trembling cheek.  She nodded yes as he continued.  “That’s because your true nature is finally coming out.  You were never meant to be in authority over others, or for anything requiring much thought at all.  You’re an object.  A dumb cunt.  A pretty plaything for the pleasure of others.  You’re meant to follow directions, not give them.  Right now, standing in front of a class and being in charge of them is the farthest thing from your mind, isn’t it, Denise?”  His hand slid down and caressed the tops of her breasts, visible above the top of her dress.

“Yes,” she breathed, as her body shuddered in anticipation.  She looked down a bit, and caught sight of his manhood through his pants, and locked onto it.

Dick grinned as he saw where her eyes had gone.  “You’d like nothing more than to pleasure me right now, wouldn’t you, you dizzy little girl?”

“Yes,” Denise whimpered loudly.  As she responded, his hand suddenly pulled away from her, and he opened his door.

“Not now.  We’re here,” he said as he got out and walked around to open her door.  She looked up to see that they had arrived at some sort of nightclub, a place she didn’t recognize, as she stepped out slowly.  She realized she had absolutely no idea where she was at all, or how long they had been in the car.  As Dick took her hand and led her towards the entrance, his other hand slid into his pocket and lightly touched the lowest setting on the egg’s remote.