by Writing Shark
Cutting the lines
What’s wrong with her? This is the question Felicia keeps asking herself as she wanders the hallways of the school as if out of her mind. The halls of Hayworth Academy are quiet, the girls are all in class. So Felicia doesn’t know what to do with herself. At first she wants to rush to her small office, but she rejects this thought when she thinks of the professor. He surely doesn’t want her to do work for him in this state. But that is what she is there for. Her hands clench into fists. Yes, she is young, but still highly intelligent, hardworking, kind to the girls, and despite all her weaknesses, she has been accepted at Hayworth. Why doesn’t that is enough for the professor? If you had paid better attention you wouldn’t have been kicked out of class like a naughty schoolgirl and now would know it, a nasty voice in her head tells her and she is right.
It’s all to no avail. Professor Clark is in her head and there’s nothing she can do about it. She doesn’t even want to do anything about it. Why did she stare at him in class like a voluptuous bitch instead of concentrating? What she didn’t understand before, she understands now when she thinks of the man’s cold eyes. She wants to please him, wants his mouth to twist into a smile, wants his voice to deign to compliment her. All her life she has worked, and Professor Clark is the target of that work. Whenever he calls her by her first name, Felicia has butterflies in her belly. She knows it’s childish, but doesn’t dare guess what he considers adult and mature.
There is a door. The students’ restroom for this building. The teachers have their own restroom near the administration wing. But Miss Combton feels no urge to do that anyway, why else go to a restroom. One last time, she wavers. She has fallen so far in such a short time. But neither her intelligence nor her good performance – which Professor Clark hasn’t seen much of – matters at this moment. Here is only her and the goal she is working toward. The new goal, the professor.
Before she has even completed the thought she is already standing in the room. She is about to do something she has never done before. Something dirty. The voice in her head asks her if what she is doing is right, but Felicia doesn’t know what is right anymore. She only knows that the professor is driving her crazy, that she can’t concentrate, that everything she does goes wrong and that something has to change.
Quietly she closes the door behind her and looks around the small cabin. Nothing catches her eye, everything is clean as one knows it from the Hayworth. Sighing, Felicia sits down on the toilet seat and buries her face in her hands. Immediately, the professor’s cold eyes appear in the darkness. Felicia doesn’t know what is happening, nor does she want to find out. She doesn’t care how long or short she has known the man, what her past is like, or what the school policy says. She just wants to clear her head enough to please the professor.
Her skirt is the perfect length. It’s easy to push it up to her belly. She feels dirty and grimy as she senses the cold porcelain against her buttocks, then against her tailbone as she slides down on the toilet seat. The stall is small and her knees bump against the walls. With the first real smile of the day and the knowledge that she’s doing something forbidden, she lifts her petite legs and reaches her arms around them. Thus propped, her fingers find their way to her wet folds. And how wet she is. Felicia literally cringes, but then has to giggle. It’s fitting that she’s so depraved, has such depraved thoughts. If this is her new self, someone who fingers herself in the student bathroom, then so be it. What can happen, especially if she does it to be able to work better? And it’s an instruction from the professor. With this thought she spreads her pussy wide, feels the wetness and penetrates herself with her finger.
It feels so good, almost like a release. As her finger moves slowly, her cunt closing around it smacking, she realizes part of the puzzle and is able to solve it. The professor is a man, a good-looking man. And she’s been at this school far too long. With her eyes closed, she imagines Professor Clark watching her appraisingly as she pleasures herself like a naughty girl. She likes it and the more she slides down, the more she tries to spread her legs, the more satisfied the professor seems. Finally she takes her second hand to help, shoving first two, then four fingers into her dripping hole. A low moan escapes her throat but the professor looks at her disapprovingly. She moans louder, the professor seems satisfied. Faster and faster Felicia fucks herself with her fingers, wishing Professor Clark was really here, would actually take her. She bites her lips so hard it hurts but she can’t take it anymore. Eyes wide, she moans out her orgasm while staring at the unadorned ceiling, her fingers deep inside her. Then she understands.
Felicia has no place in the world she so desperately wants to enter. And now, with a man who might make it possible for her, maybe she can enter another world. If she makes an effort, then perhaps the professor will grant her access to his world, while she has been denied access to the redemption promised to her by the very people who keep saying Felicia must join them. Felicia just wants to belong like everyone else, and with the professor she feels for the first time in her life that she understands the rules of the game she is participating in. She doesn’t know the goal, but as long as she belongs to something bigger, she is happy to follow this handsome man who does things to her that she doesn’t understand.
And for the first time, Felicia Combton doesn’t care that she doesn’t know or understand something. She just has to make sure she is in the good graces of someone she thinks she can follow. And she will succeed. With that though she slips her fingers out of her quivering cunt, licks them dry, then wet again and dives right back in with images of the first man since ages.
When the bell rings, the young student teacher is again standing in front of the classroom, neatly dressed like a student who has been sent outside for bad behavior. And indeed she was naughty. Felicia still feels dirty but the pressure has subsided and that’s what the professor wanted. Unlike usual, a neatly ordered line of quiet students approaches her. No one speaks or laughs but some look at their young substitute teacher as they pass. A few feet away in the openness of the corridors they start whispering and Miss Combton tries to hear what the girls are talking about. She is not surprised to keep hearing the one name she too has in her head.
“Come in, Miss Combton,” comes the cold voice from the classroom even as the girls stride past her. Felicia quickly darts past them and stands in her old spot with her arms folded in front of her lap. “Have you been able to calm down a bit, Miss Combton?” the professor asks from behind his desk. Felicia raises her head.
“Yes Professor. I apologize so much.”
“It’s okay” the man nods off and then turns to the last students in the room. Sarah and Amelia stand at attention next to the professor and look at him expectantly. “You two are the best students in my class” he states. The two girls just nod. By now it’s clear to everyone that Professor Clark doesn’t care much about grades. “I imagine that’s when you two have the most to lose from the way I teach.” The girls’ eyes meet while Felicia doesn’t dare intervene.
“Well Professor…” begins Sarah.
“We are looking forward to your lessons Professor” Amelia interjects while Sarah is quite happy about it.
“Furthermore, I imagine you two are in something of a competition for good grades?” The two look at the floor, caught off guard. It’s an open secret, but admitting it would also contradict Hayworth’s principles. Women have to stick together. “Don’t worry. They have nothing to fear from me in this regard” smiles the professor. “However, I suggest you two put aside your quarrels.”
“Why?” asks Amelia simply, catching a stern look. “Sorry,” she mumbles.
“It’s like a war out there, ladies. You won’t get far if you only think about yourself. Eventually you will be eaten up by this world. I tell you this because I see in you the best candidates for a small project that I have developed. But for that you have to show a behavior that is more based on cohesion and mutual respect. I don’t want a class of lone wolves, understand?” Amelia nods eagerly but Sarah thinks some more. “What is it, Miss Laval?”
“What do you expect from us Professor?” The man nods with satisfaction.
“Good question girls,” he says proudly. “I’m looking for someone to hold this class together. I’m not going to be squeamish with all of you, and the group will only get through this if you take care of each other.”
“We can do this!” exclaims Amelia almost to make up for her mistake.
“What I want is care for each other, understand? I want you to care about each other and understand that life is bad enough even when you’re not working against each other. Do you understand that now?”
“Yes professor,” Sarah says quickly. “Obedience, cohesion, faithfulness, and concern.”
“Exactly.” The professor nods. “Because without caring for each other, my project of making you what you deserve will not work. I care about you.”
“Thank you, Professor,” the girls say in unison and curtsy together. Felicia sees this and is astonished, but doesn’t dare open her mouth as the girls hurry past her and out. When the two are alone in the room, the professor takes his time. Felicia notices how the pressure inside her begins to rise again as she watches the man. He doesn’t give her a glance until a soft sigh of pleasure escapes her.
“And did you have fun Miss Combton?” the professor asks straightforwardly.
“What?” replies the young woman. Mister Clark looks at her. “With what you did?” He smiles knowingly, but can’t dispose of the info. Or does he? By now, Felicia believes every jumbled thought about her supervisor.
“I…yeah…kind of do.” The professor smiles and Felicia feels good.
“No matter what you do, you should do it more often. As rushed as you seem you could use it.”
“Yes Professor.” Approval earns her points, Felicia realizes now. “I’ll do what you tell me from now on.”
“That’s it. That way you’ve understood today’s lesson without even being in the room. Clever girl.” Felicia doesn’t care how the professor addresses her. Praise from him opens the door to his world another crack and makes her pussy wet. Then her superior leans back in his chair and nods toward the table. Felicia rushes over and cleans up his place. It is not her duty but she does not think about it. She is so happy to be making progress that she even dares to ask something.
“Professor, may I…” A nod. “Thank you, Professor. I wanted to know what your plans are with the class. If I know, I can help you with that…”
“That won’t be necessary. But thank you…Felicia.” At the mention of her name, the student-teacher begins to tremble. “The lesson went excellently. You can report that to Miss Hayworth as well. The girls are dedicated, hardworking, and quick learners. They’ve taken the loss of their values well, and some are already working well together as a team.” The man shakes his head, thinks a bit, then makes his decision. “They are dependent on authority, but they don’t know it. They are already dependent on me.” Another shake of the head.
“I can understand them, Professor,” Felicia agrees. She feels the same way and judging from the looks she gets, the professor knows it.
“Take care of Miss Laval and Miss Wilson. Those two will need your help adjusting to the new situation. Then they will be exactly what I have in mind.”
“Yes professor. But…” A raised finger silences her.
“One of my rules is that you only need to know as much as you need to accomplish your mission. Well, you are a smart woman Miss Combton.”
“Thank you, Professor.”
“Do you know what my mission is for you?” This is one of the test questions Miss Hayworth also likes to ask to determine how much Felicia understands the world around her to which she has no access. But to the professor’s world, the door is still open, if she doesn’t mess it up. She has this one chance and she must take it.
“No professor, I don’t know what you’re up to. No one here knows, I think. Everything you do is new and unorthodox. All I know is that the girls respect you and… are afraid of you. And… And so am I.” The professor looks at her penetratingly.
“And what do you think about that Felicia?”
“I… I think that I like it when you call me Felicia. That I like it when you praise me. And the girls feel the same way. You’re not like the other teachers. You… are…”
“Say it, Felicia.”
“You’re… Evil… Professor.” The man leans forward in his chair. The sight would be enough to make Felicia fall over but now she feels strong. She finds her strength in her submission.
“And are you afraid of me?”
“Yes, professor. I don’t know you. Nobody knows you. But I see that you show the girls… that you show us a world where we can be… happy. And… And I would like to be happy.” For a long time the two look at each other and Felicia withstands the gaze of her superior. She has nothing to lose, has presented herself to him and now leaves it up to the professor to decide about her.
“Very good,” he whispers. “You are just what I need.”
“Thank you…”
“Fear can drive us and take us to places we wouldn’t have gone otherwise. You will have a lot of fear when you work with me Felicia. I know people like you. You have no idea about real life, the struggle out there. You’re weak.”
“I know professor.”
“And yet you want to work under me?”
“I want to do everything you tell me, professor.” Now there is no turning back. This is no longer a normal working relationship.
“And what do you hope to gain from me and the fear I spread?”
“Leadership Professor.” The answer is quite clear. Felicia knows exactly what is happening. She has never been so determined in her life.
“Amazing,” the man murmurs. “After only one day.”
“Yes Professor.” The man smiles, Felicia is happy.
“You deserve a reward for that.” Miss Combton doesn’t have to think twice.
“A date professor. Please.”
Writing Shark 