****** Teacher's Night Out by TSElliot ******
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Teacher's Night Out


Anne Fraser could not believe her luck when she was offered 2 tickets to the
Royal Shakespeare's company performance of "A Merchant from Venice." A Broadway
production, tickets were at a premium. While it would take nearly two hours to
drive into New York from her upper New York State town of Springfield, Anne was
sure that the drive would be well worth it. The first problem to solve was that
of who to take with her.

Anne was a 55-year-old high school teacher. Divorced for three years now, her
son Mark had married and moved interstate. Her younger daughter was away at
college. Even though it had been a long time since her husband left her, Anne
had never got back into dating, resulting in the fact that she had few male
friends. In fact her best friend was Gail Thompson a young teacher at her
school. Anne approached Gail about being her partner for the night and Gail
readily agreed.

The tickets were for Saturday night a fortnight away. The plan was to book into
a beauty parlor at around lunchtime on the Saturday. Go back to Anne's house to
change then make the drive to New York. They had worked their schedule to
arrive at about 6.00pm. They would have dinner and get to the theatre at around
8.30 for a 9.00 o'clock start. The performance finished at 11.30, they would
then pick up their car and be back home by 2.00am. Neither of them had spent
much time in New York City and both were excited about their day out.

Saturday came and they arrived together at the parlor. Gail was a young
vivacious 24-year-old, who although single was not lacking in interesting
males. She had long blonde hair and a body that was built for sin. A gym
instructor she was around 6ft tall with long shapely legs. As with most
athletes her breast while being well formed were not what you would call large.
The girls had spent the night together; chatting most of the night, figuring it
would be logistically easier to work from the one location. Once the
hairdressers and manicurists had finished their work the women returned to
Anne's home, they spent the next few hours trying on outfits and modeling them
for each other, they were like a pair teenagers preparing for their first date.
Gail finally decided on a black backless one-piece dress with a low cut halter
neck top. The material starts around the neck and moves in two separate pieces
to cover the breast, joining at the waist to flare out into a skirt. The hem of
which was a good few inches above the knee. Her long flowing blonde hair was
crinkled and flowed down over her shoulders.

Anne on the other hand had what you would describe as a classic hour glass
figure. Large breast with a surprisingly thin waist. That thickened out around
her hips and thighs. As with most women in there 50's she has some cellulite,
the basic impression was that of an attractive mature women. Anne's selection
of outfit was also a black dress with a full top that hugged her form. It
flowed down to her waist and moved down to her calf. The dress had a slit on
the left side that started around mid thigh it showed a good deal of white
nylon clad leg. Anne had natural red shoulder length hair. The hairdresser had
twisted it and tied it up revealing a long slender neck.

It would have been very easy for someone to confuse this pair as a mother and
daughter out for a night on the town. It was around 4.00pm now and the ladies
got into their car and headed off to Broadway. The trip was uneventful and they
arrived in good time. Putting the car in a high rise car park, they headed off
to the restaurant that they had booked. Dinner was superb, the French
restaurant provided them with excellent food and service. Both were careful not
to consume too much wine.

The play was excellent, well worth the trip. Anne and Gail discussed staying
overnight, but both decided that they wanted to get the drive over and done
with. In hindsight it would have been better if they stayed. They got to the
car and started on the way home. Gail and Anne were deep in discussion, talking
about the performers and how much they enjoyed the play. Because of this Anne
missed the turn off. All of a sudden they were in the wrong part of town. A
turn to the right in the hope of getting back only led them to a more
unfamiliar part of town.

The streets were dark and deserted. The buildings around them were run down and
uninviting. Up a head they could see a lone youth and decided to stop and ask
directions. The car stopped and Anne wound down her window.. "Excuse me," Anne
called out. "Can you direct me to route 45?"

The youth left the side of the road and moved towards the car. Leaning into the
window he took note of Gail's bare legs crossed in the passenger side. He also
took note of the fact that the slit of Anne's dress revealed a good deal of
white stocking clad leg.

"Yo Mamma?" he asked. Unnoticed he makes a signal behind his back. Instantly
the car is surrounded by a number of youths.

"This is a Riffs toll way mamma. You wanna move on you have to pay the toll."

Anne scared beyond words tries to wind up the window. Stopping when a handgun
is placed against her temple.

"Out bitches!" The youth orders.

Any thought of resisting disappeared with the appearance of the gun. Both women
got out of the car from the driver's side and stood there with their hands up.

"$500.00 bitches and you can leave. Hell we'll even direct you to where you
want to go." The youth with the gun told them.

Anne pleaded that they did not have the cash, but they could get it. The youths
considered this. Two youths came forward and snatched the women's handbags.

"$100.00 in cash and credit cards," one youth announced.

The youth with the gun signaled, towards the women and some of the other youths
came forward to grab hold of them. The youth with the gun approached Gail. He
pushed the gun underneath the fabric of her dress and pushed it aside.
Revealing one of Gail's bare breasts. Repeating the process on the other side.
Gail could do nothing her arms being firmly held by other youths.

"Well I guess you will have to work off the difference," said the youth with
the gun.

Anne looked around the youths. She estimated that they ranged in age from about
14 to 16. She pleaded with them, "If you could just take us to an ATM we will
get the money for you."

The youth with the gun considered this. Before he could decide some of the
other youths took matters in their own hands. Dragging Gail to the bonnet of
Anne's car they lifted her on to it. Holding down her arms on either side.
Another member of the gang rushed forward and pushed his hands up Gail's dress.
Pulling down her panties.

A fight started between those that wanted to go first. The youth with the gun
fired a shot in the air. Everyone stopped. Handing the gun to one of his
companions he moved towards the semi naked Gail. Dropping his pants to show a
large erect penis he moved between Gail's legs and plunged his dick deep inside
of her.

Anne was forced to the ground. Hands groped and grabbed about her body, at some
stage her pantyhose was torn away and her panties pulled down. She tried to
scream as a large penis was pushed inside her mouth. At some stage she was
rolled over so that the youth raping her was underneath. The zipper at her back
of her dress was pushed down. Her dress was lifted up and another youth
inserted his penis up her butt. The top of her dress was ripped away and her
bra removed.

Gail had serviced her third gang member. Still being spread-eagled on the
bonnet of the car. Every orifice was probed and explored. Anne suffered a
similar fate. One after another these young men took their turn with these
women.

Finally it was over. Gail woke up still on the bonnet of the car. Her legs
dangling over the grill. Anne over to the side came to with her dress gathered
around her waist. Silently they arranged their clothing and got back into the
car. The night that held so much promise ruined by a chance encounter. Hours
later they arrived home. Not wishing to sleep alone they fell asleep, weeping,
in each other's arms.

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