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Faculty Play Ch. 01

By: sticky_cherry_syrup



Marianne bounced up to the teacher's desk, all blonde ponytails and cheerleader smile. "Have a great summer, Miss Feloni," she gushed, squeezing enormous tits under a tight white blouse. "I'm really going to miss you. You're my favorite!"

Therese smiled faintly as Marianne and the other girls filed out of the room. Finally, summer had arrived. The end of her first year at Hyacinth Academy for Young Ladies. As much as Therese hated to admit it, she was ready for a long, relaxing summer off. Only a few more days of grading and sorting records remained, and those promised to go fairly smoothly.

Except for her contract. She had waited all spring for the headmistress to call her in for a review, but so far it hadn't happened. And without a contract, Therese had no guarantee of a job for next year. Without a job in the fall, there was no way she could afford to travel to Europe this summer as she had planned. What was worse, it meant returning to teaching public school in Boston, something she dreaded worse than death. She'd had three years of public school teaching after college, and getting the job at Hyacinth had been a blessing. Free room and board on top of a great salary made working here something to hold on to. 

But employment at the liberal girl's school had its down side, too. The first year, she'd heard, was the hardest. Not unlike most schools, Hyacinth had its cliques. There was the older faculty who had been there since its opening in the 1970s; this elite circle of the headmistress and a few others kept watchful eyes on the younger, newer faculty members. Therese was aware of another circle, the favored few who were allowed to socialize with the inner circle. It was to this group that the best sleeping quarters, benefits and assignments went, and Therese longed for those kinds of luxuries. 

Leaving her classroom for perhaps the last time, Therese reluctantly walked down the staircase to the foyer and outside to the expansive courtyard. The four buildings flanking the tree-lined courtyard resembled those of any old New England campus, but they were hardly forty years old and in prime condition. Everything at Hyacinth was top-notch, from the air conditioned rooms to the gourmet coffees served in the faculty lounge. Therese slowly crossed the courtyard, now full of students and parents as the girls prepared to leave for the summer. They were good girls for the most part; teaching was a dream here. No drugs, no gang fights in the hall. She sighed and continued on to her own building, the one set aside for single faculty members. The first floor belonged to the men, the second through fourth to the women. It never ceased to amaze Therese that the school employed six unmarried male faculty members. But that was the kind of trust the parents had in the school with a stellar reputation. 

Her own bedroom was on the fourth floor; one of the setbacks of being a newbie. She immediately logged on to the school website, hoping to find an email from the headmistress. But the only one there was from Allison Brown, a fellow faculty member. For weeks now Allison had been suggesting they meet to discuss, in Allison's words, "something you need to know about the faculty play." When pressed, Allison was reluctant to talk about it. 

The end-of-the-year faculty play wasn't exactly a secret. Started decades ago as a way of letting off steam, the faculty play had a reputation for being raunchy, ribald, and over the top. A few faculty members had even resigned over it on moral grounds. In Therese's mind, she couldn't imagine anything being bad enough to quit her job over. As long as it wasn't illegal, who was she, or anyone else, to judge?

Logging off the computer, Therese slowly unbuttoned her starched white blouse and ran a hand under the elastic of her 34B bra. Her nipples felt tender; she'd pinched them mercilessly as she'd masturbated the night before. Slipping off her skirt, she sighed and tossed it at the end of her bed. Her slender legs were toned and shapely, evidence that she had grown up taking ballet lessons. With an air of resignation, she lay down on the bed. At twenty-five she was starting to feel as though life were passing her by. Rolling onto her side, she curled into a fetal position and closed her eyes. Her love life was nonexistent. She'd dated in college and even had a few lovers, but no one had been special enough to take seriously. Since then, the only men she'd met in education were either gay or married. But there were plenty of women, and many of them were more than just a little interested in introducing her to life on the other side of the jungle. Therese had never crossed that line; she liked men and everything about them...the sound of their deep voices, the smell of their testosterone-filled bodies, and, most of all, the meat between their legs. One the other hand, she was horny as hell. Her fantasies during masturbation were becoming increasingly centered on lesbian action. She still wanted a thick cock to suck on but, oh, how she also longed to see a pair of soft lips moving over her clit. 

A soft rap on her door brought Therese out of her fantasy. She pulled on a light robe and cracked the door just enough to see Allison Brown on the other side. 

"Oh, hey," Allison said, as though she was surprised Therese was there. "I...I thought maybe you were meeting with Dr. Sloane."

Dr. Hillary Sloane was the school's headmistress. "Why would you think that?" Therese asked, stepping aside to let Allison in. 

"Because she's reviewing today," Allison said as Therese shut the door. 

Therese sat down on the bed with a thud. "Well, I guess that means I'm not getting renewed," she said fatalistically.

Allison sat down in the chair across from her. A little older than Therese, Allison was finishing her second year of teaching at Hyacinth. She possessed the glowing, athletic, blonde Anglo-Saxon beauty that Therese could only dream of. Small and dark, of Italian ancestry, Therese felt all the cards stacked against her. Who was she kidding? She just didn't fit the white-bread Hyacinth mold.

Allison studied her carefully. "Well, not necessarily."

Therese glanced up. "What do you mean?"

"How badly do you want to stay here?" Allison asked.

"Um, as badly as one can," Therese answered, thinking it to be a hypothetical question.

Allison leaned towards her as though to share a secret. "Then you need to go see Dr. Peterson."

"The theatre teacher? Why?"

"Because he's casting the faculty play."

"What difference will that make?'

Allison stared at her thoughtfully. Then, in a hushed tone, she continued, "Therese, what I'm about to tell you is a secret. The faculty play is more than just a raunchy little play. They do things. I mean, really do it. And anything goes. Dr. Sloane and Dr. Peterson are in charge. Some of the older faculty get into it too. Then there's a bunch of younger members who participate. Sometimes if you're cast, you get nothing more than a few lines. But sometimes you have a part where you actually get down and dirty."

"And they do all this on the stage, in front of the other faculty members?"

"It's been going on for forty years and no one has stopped it. People have quit over it. A few have even gone to the newspapers. But really, nobody gives a shit what a bunch of teachers do at the end of the year for fun. The real question is, are you game for that kind of action?"

"Did you?" Therese asked, glancing up and down Allison's long, slender frame. 

Allison nodded. "I sure did. I still had student loans to pay off. And I want to go to graduate school. Call me a whore, but I did everything they told me to do."

"And what did that entail?" Therese asked. 

Allison shook her head. "No. I'm not telling. It's too humiliating."

Allison didn't need to tell her. Therese could fill in the blanks for herself. If both Dr. Sloane and Dr. Peterson were involved...it meant the action would get pretty diverse. The thought of being involved with something like that was beyond anything Therese had ever imagined, even in her wildest fantasies. She lay back on her bed, squeezing her pillow under her head. 

"I don't know," she sighed. "I'm not exactly that kind of material. I doubt if Dr. Peterson would even take me seriously."

Allison chortled. "Hey, it's not as though there are other faculty members lined up to take the lead."

"The lead?" Therese asked, sitting up with renewed interest. "I thought you said Sloane and Peterson were in charge."

"They're in charge but they aren't the lead. The story...whatever Peterson has written for this year's play...revolves around a single character. That's the lead."

Therese bit her lip. She liked the idea of being in the lead role, something that had eluded her throughout her high school drama performances. Suddenly the faculty play was taking on new appeal. 

"I'll think about it," Therese said, then sent Allison off. As soon as her colleague left, Therese rummaged through her closet to find the sexiest dress she owned. It was red chiffon, with spaghetti straps and a hemline just above her knees. Without a bra her small breasts looked even smaller but she was determined to go braless. From the back of her closet she found strappy red heels she hadn't worn in years. She brushed her short, straight black hair until it shown, spread red lipstick over her pale lips, and stepped back from the mirror. Not exactly the hottest babe around, she consented. For an instant she thought of giving it up. But so much was at stake. Her job. Her summer. Europe.

Therese started out of her room, then stopped. One more thing. If she were going to do this, she was going to do it all the way. Lifting the hem of her dress, she pulled off her panties and tossed them in the corner. Now she was ready, psychologically, at least, for whatever was ahead for her. 

She found Dr. Peterson in the theatre office, busy at his computer keyboard. Lost in his work, the sixty-year-old teacher barely gave her a glance as she tapped on the glass panel of the door. He nodded indiscernibly for her to come in. Despite her obvious and inappropriate attire, he was quite immune to her appearance. He was openly gay and everyone knew it. 

"What's up?" he asked absently, continuing to type as she took a chair across from him.

Therese decided to make this quick and, hopefully, not too terribly painful. "I'm here about the faculty play," she said, trying to sound casual about it. "I want to try out for the lead."

He laughed without stopping his typing. "Really?" he said sardonically. "Is that so?"

"I know what it entails, Dr. Peterson."

"Oh, so someone has filled you in, is that it? Well, honey, it takes more than just a willingness to participate. You've got to be enthusiastic."

"I'd love to show you how enthusiastic I can be," Therese said huskily, "if you swung that way."

"I assure you, my dear, I can bat righty as well as lefty." 

He abruptly stopped typing and turned away from his monitor, looking her up and down as though seeing her for the first time. Without a word he walked to his office door, locked it, and pulled down a shade over the glass panel. Then he slowly twisted closed the wooden slats on his office window, observing out loud the number of parents still roaming the campus. After returning to his chair he took off his bifocals and carefully folded them before setting them beside his monitor. Finally, turning to Therese again, he said simply, "Come here. Sit on my lap."

Therese obliged. She nestled down into the paunchy professor's lap, her arms around his fleshy neck. He wasn't exactly handsome anymore, but he had been once and the lines on his face gave him a naughty, playful appearance, like a very bad Santa Claus. Therese smiled into his bright blue eyes. He barely smiled back, and instead snaked a hand up the hem of her dress. When his fingertips brushed her bare bush, he gasped a little, eyes flaring open.

"Nice start," he murmured.

Therese opened her legs to his probing fingers. She was more surprised than he at the silky wetness that emerged from her vagina. She hadn't realized that she was so turned on. He played with her for another minute, smiling at this unexpected interruption to his work, then picked up her tiny frame and set her on the edge of his desk. 

"Tell me your name again," he said as he repositioned her ass on the edge of the desk. 

"Therese. Therese Feloni."

"Well, Miss Feloni, you have a very nice pink pussy. Very nice. Except that if you want to be in the play, you'll have to shave. All of it. Is that a problem?"

"No problem at all," she replied coyly. 

He stood up to zip down his pants, then stepped towards her. "Reach in here, honey."

Therese put out her hand and reached past his open zipper. His cock was soft. She stroked it several times, wondering if he still had the ability to get it up or if he was just not attracted to her in the least. 

"Keep it up," he said reassuringly. "The beast will rise soon enough."

Therese smiled at his pet name for his tool and kept pressing her small hand against the crotch of his boxers. He stepped closer and pushed her back a little against his desk so he could look at her bottom.

His fingers ran around the periphery of her anus, making Therese gasp in surprise and delight. "You have a tight little rosebud down here," he observed. "Are you a virgin?"

"In the ass I am," she replied, still stroking him. He was starting to stiffen up, and the size of his dick was promising. 

"You may want to get a dildo to stretch that out a little," he said, a smile on his dry lips. "I wouldn't want my leading lady passing out from pain in the middle of a scene."

Therese's eyes widened with apprehension, but secretly she was thrilled. There were so many sexual adventures she'd avoided out of fear. Being coaxed into confronting her inhibitions might actually work in her favor.

The meat between his legs had hardened up nicely. Lifting his shirt tails and pushing down his boxers, his cock sprang forward, a good seven inches of veiny thickness. Therese gasped at the burst of fiery desire deep in her vagina. She hadn't been fucked in a couple of years, and the fact that Dr. Peterson was older than her father presented no problem to her at all. She reached up to lead him in but he took a step back to first slide a ribbed and lubricated condom over his shaft.

"I've been wrapping my wiener long before safe sex became popular. And the practice has served me well."

With that he presented his head at the entrance of her vagina. He was looking down into her big dark eyes and Therese had no idea what he was thinking. Maybe he was wishing she were a small Italian male. But she wasn't, and right now she wanted to feel his dick inside her aching pussy.

Therese lifted her hips against him. "Come on," she said huskily, rotating her hips impatiently against his wrapped head. "Stick it in me. Fuck me."

A smile tugged on his lips and he thrust inside of her, turning quickly to stroking her hot pussy with expert precision. She lifted her feet to rest her ankles on his shoulders and managed to lay back on his desk. 

"Oh yeah," Therese moaned, closing her eyes and meeting his thrusts enthusiastically. "Oh, man, you know how to fuck a woman. Oh shit, that's better than anything I got in college."

"Relax, my dear," he said calmly. "We will be here for quite a while."

For what seemed an eternity, she bit her lip to hold her tongue. But beneath her struggling reserve, her pussy was on fire. He was stroking her in just the right spot. She met his thrusts each and every time, circling her hips, pressing her clit against his pubes. She could feel his balls slapping her in the ass and, at the thought of him butt fucking her, Therese cried out and jerked her hips against him. 

"Fuck me, baby," she gasped, bucking widely against his lower abdomen as the first orgasm seized her with an intensity she had never felt. "Fuck my pussy. Fuck it harder. Oh, oh, oh!"

He glanced down at the juice sloshing out of her pussy with each of his thrusts. "Very nice," he said more to himself than her. "You ejaculate a lot. It's pouring off the desk and onto the floor."

Therese stared at him in disbelief. "Oh, God, you so made me come, Dr. Peterson," she said breathlessly.

"Yes, my dear, I know. I felt it."

"You are an amazing fuck," she went on, imperceptibly lifting her hips to his because she was exhausted. "I would love to fuck you again. Any time you want."

He chuckled softly. "Thank you. But let's finish up here before we start making future plans."

He pulled out of her suddenly and turned her around. "Sit on me," he said as he took his chair. 

Therese eased down onto his stiff shaft, her face turned towards his desk. It was only then that she became aware of the glass panel in the door. Good thing he'd remembered to pull down the shade. She put her hands against the desk and rose up, then lowered again, finding a rhythm that he seemed to appreciate. She'd never fucked in this position before. It afforded her a glimpse around his office which was rather distracting. There were certificates on the walls and a couple of trophies and posters from past performances. Therese closed her eyes, enjoying the leisurely fucking now that her cunt was satisfied. Mmmmm, it felt good, the way his hands held her ass, the way his fingers would occasionally stroke her anus. 

She wished he would touch her tits. Slipping first one strap down and then the other, Therese sat topless on top of him, her small breasts heaving slightly at the pleasant sensation that coursed through her. She lifted a hand to her right nipple, grasping it between her thumb and middle finger to rub it roughly with her index finger. It was still sensitive and she winced at the subtle pain. Then she turned her attention to the other nipple. Her areolas were large for her breasts and very dark. Her nipples were long and brown, like erasers. She remembered one boy in college telling her that her nipples were fabulous. Turning to Dr. Peterson, she asked shyly, "Will you play with my tits for a minute?"

He sat up and reached around to squeeze her nipples between his big hands. His shift in position changed the dynamics of their fucking. Therese was forced forward a little. Her clit was resting right against his balls, which were wedged under him on the chair. As her clit rubbed his sac, and he twisted and pinched her tits, the fire inside her pussy rekindled and flared. Therese held the edge of the desk, her body skyrocketing towards Nirvana. Although not as wild as the first time, her body movements were just as intense, lifting her almost completely off his dick, then slowly, lavishly, lowering her pussy all the way back down, until the rim of his condom was buried in her. Each time she finished the stroke she jiggled her clit against his balls, and the squeezing and rubbing drove him over the top. 

He pushed her face down onto the desk, drilling down into her as he held her legs like a wheelbarrow. His breath was heavy, his movements jerky as he pounded her. Without leverage she couldn't meet his thrusts, but it didn't matter. His dick was right over her G-spot. For three minutes he pounded her there, sending her into an orgasm that made her body spasm over and over and over again. Sweat drenched her dress; he was sweating so hard as well that his hands kept slipping, and he would grab her more roughly and frantically than before, holding onto her dress, her hair...anything that he could get his fingers around. At last his cock erupted and semen shot into the rubber receptacle, surrounding his dick and almost exploding out. He quickly pulled out of her and slapped his meat against her ass a couple of times. His spunk gurgled around his spent penis, and he unceremoniously peeled off the condom and tossed it into the trash can. 


Faculty Play Ch. 01



Therese dragged herself up from the desk, breathing deeply. Her entire body ached, but in a deliciously good way. Without looking at the man who had given her so much earthly delight, she pulled her straps back up and pushed down the hem. The inside of her legs were soaked to the ankles with her pussy juice. She moved languidly, like a moth on a hot August night, rolling her stiff neck as she wandered across the room to a chair facing his desk.

Dr. Peterson pushed his beast back into its cage and zipped up his pants. He watched her sink into the chair. Her dark eyes were dreamy and far away. They stared at each other for a long moment. Therese smiled. 

"Too bad you don't smoke," she said softly. "I would love to have a cigarette right now."

He grinned at her. "I would love to have a sweet young thing named Joey right now, but that's a different story."

Therese leaned towards him. "So...do I have the part?"

"If you want it. But you should know, there aren't any lines to learn."

"What do I do now?"

"Show up at the backstage entrance Friday night at 6:30."

"I'll be there."

She rose from the chair and unlocked the office door. As she started out he called to her, "Don't forget."

Therese turned to face him. "Friday night at 6:30. I'll be there."

"No, I mean about your bush. Shave it. Dr. Sloane is very particular about the pussies she eats."

Grabbing the door frame for support, Therese could only gape at him. 

"And another thing," he went on. "The dildo for your ass. I'm serious. Get one. Use it. You'll be thankful."

Therese slid out of the office, closing the door behind her. Darkness was beginning to fall over the campus. Everyone was gone except for faculty members preparing for dinner. She crossed the courtyard to her building, stepped inside and started up the stairs to her room. At the last second she stopped and glanced back into the lobby. Individual mail cubbies lined the wall. A manila envelope was jutting out of hers. There was a hastily scribbled note from the headmistress's secretary attached to the envelope.

"Dear Miss Feloni," it read. "I am so sorry about this...I inadvertently mailed your contract to your old home address in Boston last month and it just got back to us today. I had no idea you hadn't received it! Please get it back to me by morning, as Dr. Sloane is eager to have a final list of all members returning to us in the fall. Apologetically yours, Mary Welsh."

Therese ran up the stairs, ripping the envelope open as she went. Throwing open her bedroom door, she stood where she was and read the contents of the letter. She was invited back to Hyacinth for another year at a salary increase of twenty per cent. In addition, she was being offered free room, board, and travel expenses to a university in Italy over the summer in order to increase her familiarity with European history, since next year she would be teaching the very prestigious senior course. And, of course, there would be a reassignment of sleeping quarters to the third floor, with her own bathroom and a microwave. All she had to do was sign on the dotted line.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Therese wasn't even aware of the few fellow faculty members passing by her open door or their incredulous glances at her bizarre appearance. She was too busy thinking. Once she signed the contract, the school was bound to fulfill their promises to her. There was no reason now why she would have to be in the faculty play. She simply needed to pick up the phone and call Dr. Peterson's office. He would understand. In a way, she didn't think he particularly cared if she played the part or someone else. She was off the hook. 

Therese moved her desk and picked up the intra-campus telephone. Sucking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes. Her hands were shaking. Her heart was pounding wildly. Her fingers reached out to dial his extension, then recoiled. She shook herself angrily.

She needed to do this. If she didn't do this, she would regret it all of her life. She had to be brave. She couldn't give in to her fear!

Steeling herself against the panic in her limbs, she entered four digits, then sat back as the phone rang. After what seemed forever, a familiar voice answered the phone. 

"Hey," Therese said nervously. "I have a question for you." She sucked in another breath and exhaled slowly. "Allison, by any chance, do you know where I can get a dildo?"



Faculty Play Ch. 02



Therese stood at the backstage entrance of the theatre on the campus of Hyacinth Academy for Young Ladies, feeling her nerve seeping away from her with each second that passed. She had gotten herself into something that she didn't know how to get out of. What had seemed a necessity, and then a personal dare, had turned into something that truly frightened her. What was she doing here? What was she thinking?

She took a cigarette out of her purse and lit it. Until yesterday she'd not had a cigarette in three years. But the thought of putting herself in the hands of Dr. Sloane and Dr. Peterson filled her with panic. To be sure, Dr. Peterson had been an amazing fuck; the best. And, given the chance, she would gladly go to him again for a bit of "casting". But they had been alone in his office on Wednesday evening. Tonight was something entirely different. Tonight she, Therese Feloni, was playing the lead role in the faculty play, in which anything went…and always did. What was more, tonight there would be people watching. Watching! And she didn't even know yet what it was she was supposed to do. 

Therese sucked anxiously on the cigarette. Her ass hurt. That was another thing. She'd gone with her friend and colleague Allison Brown to a little out-of-the-way sex shop and bought the dildo Dr. Peterson had advised her to use before tonight's performance. It was a "beginner" model, and even with the lube it had burned like hell in her virgin ass. Still, she couldn't complain about the orgasm she'd gotten out of it last night…and this morning. But the thought of someone's cock in her ass—and isn't that what Dr. Peterson had intimated would happen?—was beyond her wildest fantasies. Of course, before yesterday, having a dildo in her ass had been beyond her wildest fantasies, too. Things were changing in her life more rapidly than she could grasp. 

The backstage door opened promptly at 6:30 and Leon Galbraith, Dr. Peterson's chubby, red-headed teaching assistant, nodded for her to come in. She ground out her cigarette and followed him inside the theatre. The backstage was eerily quiet. She tried to peer past him to see what was on the actual stage, but the curtains were drawn tight. 

"This way," Leon said, gesturing down the hall. She followed him to the dressing rooms, to a door with a little star on it. "Your costume is inside," he said in a condescending way that always grated her nerves. "Put on everything that you see. Don't leave on any of your personal garments."

"What about my hair and makeup?" she asked.

"Someone will be by later."

The door closed and Therese turned to look at what she was supposed to wear. It was a schoolgirl outfit, with an amazingly short pleated skirt and a very tight, low-cut blouse. There were white leggings that came up her thighs and stopped, and oxfords in her size. And nothing else. No bra. No panties. 

"Don't leave on any of your personal garments," Leon had told her. 

Therese sat down heavily in the chair. She was crazy to do this. Crazy. Okay, she would wear the costume. But she was going to wear her panties. No way was she going bottomless in front of her colleagues and a theatre full of strangers.

The door opened and Leon looked inside. "Are you ready for hair?" he asked. 

"Yes," Therese answered. 

He frowned at her, stepped into the room, and closed the door. He was taller than her by a foot, and in the flat oxfords she was quite short. Getting down on one knee, he flipped up the hem of the pleated skirt to look at her panties.

"What is this?" he demanded. "Do you know Dr. Peterson would fire me if I let you go out like that?"

He reached up and tugged the panties off her hips and tossed them aside. But his left hand still held up the hem of her skirt, and he was mesmerized by the sight of her freshly-shaven pussy.

"My God, that's beautiful," he said, lifting his hand to stroke the clean surface between her legs.

"You shouldn't do that," Therese remarked, wiggling away from him. She wondered how he knew about her panties. Had he been watching her through a peep hole?

He stood up, his pants bulging noticeably with a hard-on. "Oh, I assure you, you'll be getting a lot more of that before the night's over."

He whirled out of the room, clearly angry that she'd repelled him. Therese sat down nervously in the chair, a deep frown between her eyes. She really ought not to be here. She'd already signed her teaching contract for next year. Even if she chickened out of the play now, there was no way Dr. Sloane, the school's headmistress, could fire her. 

And yet a part of Therese wanted to go through with it. She'd lived a sheltered life until college, and even then she'd only managed to make a couple of fuck buddies who had been disappointing in the sack. She dreamed of passion and romance, but somehow the stars had conspired against her and given her only dashed hopes. Well, if she couldn't have a true love of her own, she did at least hope to cultivate a diverse sex life. And this play was the first step. 

The door opened and a blithe young creature with a butterfly tattoo on her bare arm swept in. "Hi, I'm Sherry," the white-blonde fairy in pink chiffon said as she floated across the room to the dressing table. "I'll be doing your hair for the show tonight. I have a few products," she went on, drawing out tubes and cans from her bag, "that are completely washable, so there won't be any permanent color."

"Great," Therese murmured. She watched the young woman take out combs and brushes and picks. "How old are you, Sherry?"

"I'm twenty-four. Why do you ask?"

"You just look so young."

Sherry positioned the chair back from the mirror. "Okay, if you'll sit here for me. Now it's really important that you sit up nice and straight."

"It's kind of hard," Therese said, "considering how short this skirt is."

"Don't you have on panties?" Sherry asked. 

"No, Leon made me take them off."

"Oh, that Leon. He's such a pervert. Put your panties back on, girl. But while you're up I would like you to take off your blouse while I do your hair. I wouldn't want to get any of this dye on it."

"What would you like me to put on in the interim?" Therese asked as she stepped back into her panties. 

"Nothing, sweetie. Don't worry about me, titties don't bother me in the least. Now come on back over here and sit down."

Therese sat down in the chair, crossing her arms in front of her bare chest. 

"Now we can't have that," Sherry said, pushing Therese's arms to her sides. As she did her fingers brushed Therese's twin brown nipples. Despite herself, Therese sucked in a surprised—and stimulated—breath. Sherry looked intently down at her, then did it again.

"Please stop that," Therese said firmly. 

"But…but I like them," Sherry whispered, looking confused.

Therese folded her arms in front of her chest. "Please just get my hair done. The curtain goes up in fifteen minutes and I want to be ready."

Pouting a little, Sherry applied some streaks of red and purple gel to Therese's hair, giving her a punk rocker look. She teased and puffed the back so that it stood up high, then lifted her scissors and cut the edges in jagged angles. Finally she ended with hairspray. Lots of hairspray.

Therese could tell the girl was a true hairstylist just in the way she moved. Her creation was pretty wild, and just the thing a bad schoolgirl would wear.

Pulling on her blouse, Therese was stunned when Sherry's arms came around her waist and drew her back. "You really turn me on," Sherry whispered in her ear. "I would so love to go down on you right now."

"That's not going to happen," Therese murmured as she pulled away from the young woman and continued buttoning her blouse.

"What…don't you like me?" Sherry asked coyly.

Therese hesitated. As a matter of fact, she did like Sherry. They were about the same size, very petite; but where one was dark, the other was pale and blonde. What was more, Sherry possessed an unearthly essence about her that Therese found irresistible. 

But the timing was all wrong. "Look, I'm doing this play tonight," Therese said. "Maybe later…next week. I don't know. Maybe we could talk."

Sherry stepped encouragingly towards her. "Will you at least give me a little kiss?"

Therese looked into the soft, sweet face, the crystalline blue eyes, and melted. "Sure," she whispered, feeling far less certain of herself than she sounded. She put her hands on Sherry's narrow hips and leaned forwards. Sherry stood very still, waiting to be kissed. Therese leaned closer still, and grazed the young woman's lips with her own. It was hardly a kiss at all, but it was the first time she'd initiated romantic content with another woman. And it felt delicious. She pulled back from Sherry feeling very much aroused. Any other time she would have definitely pursued the invitation.

"I'll be in touch," Sherry said, and floated back out of the room as lightly as she had entered. 

Therese sat down at the dressing table, impressed by how her bad girl image was turning out. She was definitely feeling like a bad girl after meeting Sherry. And she was feeling a little more confident about her ability to make something like that happen in her life. Of course, that was her entire reason to go through with the faculty play: to face her fears and force herself to become more sexually adventuresome. 

The door opened again and Connor Jackson, one of the math teachers, looked in on her. "Everything okay in here?" he asked. 

Therese smiled dryly at him through the mirror. "You got roped into this too?"

"I'm part of the bukkake scene," he said. 

"Bukkake," she repeated. "What's that?"

"Well, basically, a bunch of guys stand around you and jerk off in your face," Connor replied. 

Therese stared at him, horrified. "I hope you're joking," she said. 

"Afraid not. Think you're up to it?"

Therese stood up and whirled to face him. "No!" she screeched. "Of course I'm not up to that. I don't want guys jacking off in my face."

"Well, I'm sorry, but that's what happens."

"I don't like this," she said, feeling close to tears. "This is just not right."

"You knew what you were up against beforehand," Connor reminded her. "You can't back out now. The theatre is full of people."

She put her face in her hands. She was trapped. She had to perform, but the idea of being exposed that way was beyond anything she'd imagined. 

Connor put his hand on her shoulder. "Look, it'll all be over in an hour and a half. Just muddle your way through and take it. I did. And I actually grew from the experience."

He bent and gave her a kiss on the cheek, then left. Again Therese sank to the chair. She was feeling more confused and lost than ever. The door swung open one more time and Allison Brown came in to visit.

"I was worried about you," she said, seeing Therese's anxious face. 

"I've made a big mistake," Therese replied. "I shouldn't have done this, Allison. I'm just not all that liberated."

"Don't worry, Therese. No one is going to actually hurt you. Well…not much at least. And when it's over it's like you're some kind of fucking celebrity." She put her arms around Therese, drawing her against her tall frame. "In the end, it will all work out. And speaking of ends, how's yours?"

"A little sore," Therese admitted. 

"Does it look different?"

"What? I don't know."

"Turn around and let me look," Allison ordered. When Therese hesitated, the other woman's blue eyes widened indignantly. "I helped you shave around your asshole yesterday. Now turn around and let me look."

Therese complied reluctantly. Allison lifted up the hem of Therese's skirt. Seeing the panties she said, "Hey, you better lose these if they aren't part of the costume. Now bend over and let me see your pooper."

Therese bent over. Cold air blew across her anus, making her shiver. "Does everything back there look good to you, Miss Brown?" she asked sarcastically.

"Well, you could definitely use a tattoo, but otherwise the pooper is looking pretty relaxed."

Therese stood up straight. "Glad to hear it."

Another figure stood at the door, watching them with wide-eyed curiosity. This one was a tall, slender young man of about twenty-eight or thirty, with close-cropped curly blonde hair and brown eyes, gorgeous muscles bulging from his tight t-shirt and jeans, and a handsome, shaven face of vivid expressions. 

"Oh my gosh!" he gushed, flouncing into the room with a pink makeup carrier in his very big hands. "I am so pissed. I got the worse directions. I got totally turned around. I didn't know where the fuck I was. I ended up at this farm. I think they were Amish or something. They were the freakiest bunch I'd ever seen. Or—no, I bet it was incest. That's gotta be it because they were all, like, bug-eyed with webbed fingers. Like, people who crawled out of the lagoon. And I asked them, 'Excuse me, where is Hyacinth Academy?' And they were, like, 'You mean that devil school? That school with that demon-possessed Dr. Sloane?' And I—" He started giggling, and touching Therese and Allison on the arm, "—I said, 'Uh-huh, that's the one.' And they asked me, 'Why are you going there, son?' And I said, 'Well, I'm doing the makeup for their orgy play tonight.' And they were, like, 'Orgy play? Is that like a musical?' And by now I was in absolute stitches. And I was, like, 'Oh yeah. Everyone just sings, and sings, and sings.' It was great. I have no idea where I was, though." He glanced over the two women in front of him. "So, which one of you is Therese?"

"I am," Therese said. 

He glanced over Allison's perfect features and murmured, "Figures."

He made quick work of her makeup, giving Therese a strong Goth-girl-on-meth look. Her face was corpse white, her eyes black, and her mouth maroon. When he was done he left as quickly as he'd arrived, except without the incessant chatter. 

Allison looked at her. "Well, your character is definitely emerging. Are you feeling it yet?"

"A little. I could use another cigarette."

"Go ahead. The play doesn't start for another five minutes. I'm sure when they want you they'll call you."

Therese snuck out of the dressing room and crept down the hall. She could hear people laughing and a voice that was familiar. Dr. Sloane. Clutching her cigarette and lighter, she dove out the backstage door into the lingering light of late evening. She immediately noticed two things: that the parking lot was filled to capacity; and that the makeup man was standing there, smoking his own cigarette. He gave her a curious glance and watched silently as she lit her cigarette and took a deep drag.

"That's right, sugar," he smiled at her. "Get used to sucking deep."

She chortled at him. "You're sick," she accused playfully. 

He leaned into her. "Still got those panties on?" he whispered in her ear.

"What do you care?" she returned. "I hardly think you swing my way."

"Didn't you learn your lesson from Peterson?" he asked. "Some of us boys like to roam the whole jungle."

Therese made a face, angry that Dr. Peterson had shared his tryst with her with a complete stranger. "What's your name, anyway?" she asked.

"Joey," he said. "Joey Ramsbottom."

Therese laughed. "Wow, what a name," she remarked. But she did recall Dr. Peterson making a comment about wanting a sweet young thing named Joey, and Therese supposed this was him. "Well, Joey," she said, laying a finger on the surface of his t-shirt where his six-pack rippled invitingly, "if you ever decide to swing over this way again, let me know. Maybe you could give me lessons on how to suck it in—"she took a final drag off her cigarette, "—really deep."

Grinding the butt under her heel, she whirled around, making sure that the tiny skirt rose enough to expose her very naked ass. He gave a chuckle and followed her in, walking closely behind her. She wasn't sure what she was feeling but something was pressing against her ass crack.

The backstage was dark compared to outside, but in the low light she could make out different people wandering around with scripts in their hands. She thought she saw Sherry, the hairstylist, dressed as a schoolgirl—a prim and proper one—but she wasn't sure. Then, suddenly, someone grabbed her—it was Leon Galbraith, Dr. Peterson's teaching assistant—and shoved her towards a part in the curtain. Allison was there holding the curtain back, smiling at her. "Break a leg," she whispered, and then Therese tripped onto the stage and a roar of applause rose up from the crowd, deafening her. 

Therese stood frozen, trying to get her bearings. Stage. Audience. Bright, blinding lights. Things on the stage. The set. A winged chair—the one Dr. Sloane kept in her office—on a slightly raised platform near the front of the stage. A white straight back chair in the center of the stage. A bar with manacles hanging near the chair. A huge screen at the other end of the stage facing the audience. And in front of her, wearing a kind of headmistress costume with dominatrix boots, was Dr. Sloane, standing with one black-leather-gloved hand on her hip and another holding a leather riding crop.

"Well, here you are," Dr. Sloane said, the wireless mike she wore amplifying her voice. "I've been telling my friends from the community about our new slutty little student who's been stirring up trouble here at Hyacinth and causing all kinds of immorality. Don't even try to come to your own defense, bitch," she went on, circling Therese menacingly. "The evidence is apparent." 

With that, pulsating rock and roll music screamed out of speakers as the big screen came alive to show images of Therese in her own sleeping quarters, masturbating. It wasn't just one clip, but clip after clip after clip after clip, obviously taken throughout the previous school year. Therese was appalled that her room contained a hidden camera, and humiliated to be exposed this way in front of strangers. The audience was booing and jeering at her and she desperately wanted to run. This wasn't what she had bought in to. 

"I am shocked!" Dr. Sloane declared as the music faded. "There's only one hope for you, Miss Feloni, and that's a good whipping." 

At this the audience cheered. Sloane turned the white straight back chair sideways to the audience and indicated where Therese was to put her hands. Tears stung Therese's eyes as she realized what was coming. She's never been whipped in her life. Sloane stood behind her and raised the hem of her skirt to expose her bare ass. Again the audience cheered. 

Woosh-splat! The leather end of the riding crop struck her smooth white flesh, making her flinch. The audience clapped approvingly. Woosh-splat! Tears trembled in the rims of Therese's big brown eyes. Oh God, that hurt! Woosh-splat! She gasped and the tears spilled out of her eyes. The heavy black makeup ran down her face, making ugly streaks on her white-washed skin. Woosh-splat!  Therese screamed and jerked her hands over her bottom. 

"Please, no more!" she cried as she whirled to face Dr. Sloane. But her voice was just a little peep without a microphone on, swallowed up by the lofty space of the theatre. 

The audience booed at her break in character. Dr. Sloane made a mocking expression of disappointment. 

"Miss Feloni, you've been a very bad girl. Sherry!" she called, and a moment later, the tiny blonde hairdresser, wearing a schoolgirl costume, stepped out of the curtains. The audience clapped. "Sherry," Dr. Sloane went on, "you wanted to tell me something about this little slut. What is it, you darling little girl?"

"Well," Sherry said, her sweet, soft voice also amplified for the audience. "I was just there talking to her and all of a sudden—"




Faculty Play Ch. 02



The big screen came on again and Therese watched as she and Sherry drew together in a kiss. It had been that moment in the dressing room, when Sherry had invited her…but the audience didn't know that! You could see their lips moving as Therese stepped in to kiss Sherry, but the sound was cut off. Therese gasped. It was so unfair! It made it look as though she'd initiated the kiss!

"Look what she did to me!" Sherry cried innocently. "And now, now I can't stop thinking about it!"

Dr. Sloane lifted a black-leather-gloved hand to Sherry's pale white cheek and stroked it. "Can't stop thinking about what, dear one?"

"How it made me feel! How I want to…want to…"

"Want to what?" Dr. Sloane purred.

Blaring music rose and lights flickered as Sherry fell to her knees, pushing back Dr. Sloane's wrap skirt to expose a garter belt and stockings and not much else. The audience went wild as Sherry dove in to lick Dr. Sloane's shaved pussy, while Sloane herself tossed off her schoolmarm jacket and the wrap skirt to reveal a shiny leather corset that elevated and fully revealed her impressive breasts. 

Therese watched as Dr. Sloane led the girl to the winged chair at the edge of the stage. Slinking down into the chair, Dr. Sloane spread her legs wide to accommodate Sherry's probing tongue. On all fours on the slightly lower platform, Sherry's bare pussy was exposed to the audience, glistening with juice from her cunt.

Therese had to shake herself. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. As the lights stilled and the music faded, the curtain opened again, and a tall, strikingly beautiful woman with long blonde hair and wearing a trench coat strode onto the stage. Again the audience cheered. Therese's jaw dropped open as she recognized her friend and colleague, Allison Brown.

Very dramatically, Allison stepped to the center of the stage, waving a clipboard in her hand. "I won't stand for this, Dr. Sloane!" she declared, pretending not to notice what Sherry was doing between Sloane's legs. All the while Sherry's licking was making slurping sounds in her microphone. 

"What is it, Miss Brown?" Dr. Sloane purred as she stroked Sherry's long white-blonde hair. 

"These grades!" Allison yelled. She raised a paper in front of the audience. A huge red F was scrawled across it. "F!" she cried, flinging the paper at the audience. "F! F! F!" she continued, tossing the papers about her. "That's all I get out of Feloni! I'm sick and tired of wasting my time trying to teach her when all she can think about is getting fucked!"

"But Miss Brown," Sloane said with mock-coyness, "how do you know that's all she thinks about?'

The screen came on again, this time showing Allison kneeling in Therese's dressing room as she examined Therese's asshole. The audience jeered and booed loudly as the clip ran over and over and over, making it look as though Therese was the instigator. 

"Tsk, tsk," Dr. Sloane said from her throne. "Can you think of an appropriate punishment for her, Miss Brown?"

"I sure can!" Allison cried, throwing back her trench coat to reveal her gorgeous naked body wearing only leather dominatrix boots and a massive black strap-on. On cue the music had swelled to a violent pitch. 

At this the audience jumped to their feet, cheering with rabid enthusiasm. Therese watched from somewhere outside herself as her friend, a frightening Amazon in those boots, grabbed her by the shoulder and dragged her to the edge of the stage, pushed her down on her hands and knees and slammed the dildo into her vagina with a force that made her scream. 

Therese clinched her teeth, unable to breath as the massive dildo drove deep into her unprepared vagina. It was sliding easily in and out…she guessed the stuff she'd seen on stage had aroused her more than she'd realized…but Allison wasn't holding anything back. Therese opened her eyes enough to glance behind her. Allison was fucking her and smiling maniacally at the audience, inciting them to cheer her on. But there was something more there. The dildo Allison wore didn't just jut out at Therese. It was a double one, and a thick black cock disappeared into Allison's own cunt. Each time the front one rocked out of Therese, the back one rode up into Allison. The other teacher's juices flowed down over the dildo and her face contorted with pleasure. Therese watched as her friend screamed profanities at the audience and orgasmed with savage ferocity. The audience rose to applaud her stirring performance.

Allison jerked the dildo out of Therese's cunt and stood up, putting her hand on her stomach to catch her breath. 

As rehearsed, Allison strode across the stage to where Dr. Sloane was being licked by a somewhat passive Sherry. "Feel better, my dear?" Dr. Sloane asked, running a hand over Allison's gorgeous breasts. 

"Yes," Allison said. "Much better."

Dr. Sloane bent forward and took the dildo, the one that had been in Therese's cunt, into her mouth and sucked enthusiastically. "Yummy!" she declared, running her tongue all the way down to where the shaft sat in the harness. "I can't wait to get a taste of that for myself. Now if you would be so kind, Miss Brown, take my riding crop and give Sherry a few swift strokes across the behind. I think she's fallen asleep down there."

"Gladly," Allison said. She moved to where Sherry's bare ass faced the audience, raised the riding crop, and, in perfect dominatrix form, brought it down with a stinging whack. The girl immediately got to sucking and licking with renewed gusto, her sounds amplified for the audience, but Allison wasn't finished. She did it again, and again, and again, each time her face becoming crueler and more malicious as whelps rose up on Sherry's white flesh. 

Sitting back on her feet, Therese covered her face, unable to watch any more. Was that really her friend Allison doing that to that poor girl? And why didn't Sherry stop her? The audience was eerily silent as they watched Sherry be abused. The girl, all the while licking Sloane's pussy like a lapping dog, started to whimper, and then to cry, as Allison struck her again and again and again,

"I think that's sufficient," Sloane said lazily, and Allison immediately stopped. At that very moment the curtains parted and six men dressed as schoolboys complete with caps on their heads filed onto the stage. 

"Dr. Sloane!" one of them yelled. Therese recognized him. It was Connor Jackson, the math teacher. "We have a complaint to make about one of your students!"

"My dear boy, who is it?" she asked, leaning her head against Allison's shoulder to caress her stunning breasts. 

They all pointed at Therese. 

"Her again?" Sloane declared, addressing the audience. Once more the audience booed and jeered, getting into the action. "What has she been doing now?"

The screen came alive again to show Leon Galbraith down on his hands and knees, stroking Therese's bare pussy. It was only a short clip, caught in her dressing room before she'd pulled away from Leon, but they didn't show that part. 

"What a whore!" Dr. Sloane pronounced. "Well, boys, there's only one thing to do with a whore, and that's teach her a lesson."

Frenzied rock music blasted across the theatre. Two of the men grabbed Therese and pushed her down in the chair, which this time faced the audience full on. The six men surrounded her and unzipped their pants, each pulling out fully erect cocks. Therese looked at the faces of the single and married teachers that she'd worked with over the year. How could they do this to her? Leon was there as well, jerking his chubby little dick lubed with his own precum right at her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to think about the rabidly encouraging audience that was watching this and enjoying it. The men around her were huffing and puffing and moaning and groaning. One of them gasped, and a jet of hot cum shot out and splattered on her cheek. It was followed by a rapid succession of more streams, some hitting her on the lips, some in the eyes; there was cum in her ears, in her nostrils, down her neck, all over her chest. A rough hand grabbed her head and jerked it back.

"Open your mouth, bitch!" Connor Jackson yelled and Therese, overwhelmed, dropped her jaw to expose her pink mouth. His load shot out of him into her throat, and he fucked her face furiously until the very last drop of semen was ejected. "Now swallow," he commanded, which she did, to the delight of the worked-up audience.

When she opened her eyes, the men were zipping up their pants and leaving. This was it, Therese decided. The final humiliation. She used her fingers and even her shirt sleeves to wipe the cum out of her eyes. The heavy black makeup came away with the semen; she guessed by now she must look like something out of a horror movie. As she caught her breath and the music died, foot steps sounded behind her. Two men stepped onto the stage and again the audience applauded. She looked about to see Dr. Peterson and Joey Ramsbottom. 

Dr. Peterson was wearing his usual stuffy-professor tweeds, but Joey had changed out of his blue jeans and into a pair of excessively tight spandex shorts that left nothing to the imagination as to how well-endowed he was. The two men mock-argued as they came onto the stage. Suddenly Joey stopped and looked at Therese.

"There's that little slut," he said, pointing dramatically at Therese. "That's the one who did it to me. I was perfectly happy being your boy toy, until she came along."

"Oh, I know all about that one," Peterson cried, and once more the big screen lit up with a perfect bird's eye view of Therese sitting on Dr. Peterson's lap in his office. This time the dialogue was included. Therese grimaced at the sound of her own voice as she led Peterson on. To the delight of all but Therese, two full minutes of intense fucking action were shown, right down to where Peterson pulled off his condom. Then the picture cut away to Therese and Joey standing outside the backstage door. It started where she had leaned into him with her finger on his abs, seductively inviting him to come swing her way and give her lessons on how to "suck it in really deep."

At this the audience jeered and booed, demanding that she be "punished." In one swift movement, both Joey and Dr. Peterson moved in on her, picking her up by her arms to drag her to where the bar and manacles hung. As the cold steel locked around her wrists, Therese thrashed frantically, crying, "No! No! No!"

Again, violent rock music shook the air. Across the stage, Allison watched with agitated anticipation, all the while a menacingly fascinated Dr. Sloane sucked Allison's nipples while Sherry—her ass red as a beet from the whipping—continued licking Sloane's increasingly aroused pussy. Therese tried to appeal to her friend with her eyes but to no avail. Allison was loving this. Something was happening on the stage behind where Therese hung, but she wasn't sure what or who was involved. Whatever it was, the audience was really getting into it. Hands grabbed her from behind and she felt her ass cheeks spread. Something wet touched her anus—a tongue?—and worked its way inside. The two men behind her, Joey and Peterson, were doing something with each other, but one of them was also giving her very deep anal oral, something she'd never even heard of. His fingers were also rubbing her clit from underneath, and the tantalizing sensation between her legs spread up through her vagina. After what she'd been through, she didn't want to orgasm. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction. But the person who was licking her, whoever he was, knew exactly what he was doing. Her ass rocked violently against his face, wanting his tongue to go deeper into her rectum, wanting him to fill her up. 

"Fuck him! Fuck him!" the audience chanted and then she knew, one of the men was ass-fucking the other. The tongue in her rectum suddenly withdrew along with the finger on her clit, and for a few seconds she was suspended in the chant—"Fuck him! Fuck him!"—until a male voice shouted "SHIT!" and once more the audience went wild. 

As the applause echoed off the walls of the theatre, a naked and exhausted Dr. Peterson walked around to face Therese, all the while peeling the condom off his shrinking penis. He took the condom and shook it up a bit, then up-ended it over her face. The still-hot cum drizzled over her eyes and into her mouth and she sputtered, helpless to stop it. 

Hands grabbed her ass again and this time it was no tongue at her back door. Something massive and spongy banged against her barely-stretched rosebud. Therese knew. It was Joey. Her breath caught and held as she anticipated the next moment. Across the stage, Dr. Sloane's mouth was slack; she was on the verge of orgasm. Sherry continued lapping like a dog. Allison's eyes were wide and shining. Dr. Peterson slumped into the straight back chair to watch. The audience suddenly grew very quiet as the music died. It wasn't enough for them to watch. They wanted to hear it as well.

Joey pushed forward, just enough to make the huge helmet of his penis stretch her sphincter to its fullest. Writhing in pain, Therese knew he was doing it on purpose. He held her hips as still as he could with his powerful hands, waiting, waiting, waiting, enjoying her whimpering. Then at last the head slid in and Therese actually breathed in relief. Sloane erupted into a violent orgasm, almost crushing poor Sherry's head between her strong thighs. 

Suspended as she was from the bar, Therese couldn't see Joey bending down to thrust up into her, or the expression of ecstasy that shown on his face. He serviced her at a leisurely pace, not caring about the people in the audience watching, whether or not they were missing their dinner reservations. He circled one hand around Therese's hip to gently caress the very wet and hard clit between her legs. His other hand slipped under her arm and pushed through her blouse to pinch her nipple. Her back arched against him in pleasure and her ass rose to meet his thrusts. 

"Oh yeah, baby," he whispered in her ear; being completely naked, he was no longer wearing a mike. "Enjoy it, sweetie. Get into it. Yeah, fuck my dick with your ass. You're such a hot, horny little bitch. I love the way you feel. So hot and tight. And your hard little dick under my finger, it's so big and hard. It wants to jack off in my hand. Come on, ass pussy, push against me. Yeah, you want me deeper, bitch. You love it up your ass, you fucking little slut…"

And on and on he went, whispering the nasty words into her ear and driving her on to an orgasm like nothing she'd experienced. Between her heavy-lidded eyes she saw the sated Dr. Sloane moving towards her ever so slowly, like a leopard slinking towards its prey. The audience held its breath as Sloane sank down in front of Therese and, pushing Joey's hand aside, used her own fingers to slide into the cleft in Therese's flesh. She leaned down and flicked her tongue against Therese's hard and fevered clit. Then her lips opened and, like a vampire, her mouth consumed the entire front of Therese's pussy, sucking her in, as though wanting to suck the very blood out of her. 

Therese screamed; she was being torn in two. Sloane sucked her from the front; Joey pulled at her front the back. Therese let them split her; she had no more strength left. With one final graze of her very experienced tongue, Dr. Sloane brought her to the brink of a shattering orgasm. Joey drew her back, his huge dick drilling deep against her rectum, stabbing the blood-engorged nerve endings of the G-spot in her vagina. Therese exploded, yelling nothing intelligible, her body racking back and forth on the bar like a hooked fish on a line. Something roared in her ears—people—but she was so far removed from the audience she couldn't acknowledge them. Juice shot out of her cunt in a violent ejaculation that sent the crowd over the top. Dr. Sloane put her hands out to catch some of it, then turned to look at the audience with an amazed "Who knew?"expression on her face.

Behind her Joey climaxed, but his own fierce ejaculation into her ass was hardly noticed by the crazed audience. It was Therese who they cheered for. Even while Joey continued pumping the last of his semen into her rectum, Therese was relieved to feel Allison and Dr. Sloane releasing her from the manacles. Her arms fell to her sides and she slumped back against Joey for support. He held her in his arms, all the while his white cum bubbling out of her ass and sliding down her leggings.

Therese faced the standing ovation. She was exhausted, and all she really wanted was a drink of water. The deafening applause continued as all the players took their bows. But it was when Dr. Sloane held out her hand towards Therese that the frenzy rose. It seemed as though the roof would collapse from the noise.

And then the curtain fell. The players started moving backstage. Dr. Sloane and Dr. Peterson, bizarre-looking in their states of undress, hugged each other amicably and remarked that it had been a good show.

Joey unceremoniously pushed Therese towards Allison and moved to retrieve his clothes. "Wasn't that fun?" Allison asked, smiling broadly as she looked down at her diminutive friend. The black strap-on bobbed oddly between her legs.

Therese peered up at her. "Fun?" she asked incredulously. She tried to think about what she had just been through, but it was all a blur. "I…I guess," she said. "I don't know. It was very…unreal."

"Well, of course it was very unreal," Allison laughed. "It's theatre."

She draped an arm around Therese's shoulder and steered her towards the backstage. "The good news is, now that you're initiated, you can help me write the play for next year."

Therese stopped. "Wait. I thought Dr. Peterson wrote the play."

"No, he got behind this year and asked me to do it. I had you in mind from the start. And I have to say, you didn't disappoint me, Therese. I've never so enjoyed fucking anyone like I enjoyed fucking you."

Together they walked to the dressing rooms, Therese's eyes wide and wondering. She'd thought she knew Allison Brown but evidently she was wrong. People weren't what they seemed on the surface. 

"All the world's a stage," the Bard had written, "and all the men and women merely players." 

He had certainly known what he was talking about.