Chapter Three - Yes Miss

"Miss Corby?"

"Don't worry, Sammy, your mother's already invited me. My best student and the legendary Debbie taking charge, there's no way I'm not going to be there."

Sammy had only hung back after class to let her favourite teacher know this would be her last lesson, she'd never considered that Miss Corby would be invited as well.

"That's great." she managed to say, really not quite sure how she felt about her secret passion seeing her in a horribly debased state. Then she paused, as the rest of her teacher's words sank in. "My mum's legendary?"

"From what I've heard, yes." seeing Sammy's look of surprise, her teacher went on. "Ever since I mentioned I'd got an invite, I’ve been hearing stories about your mother. Apparently most of the older teachers went to see her shows at the Charnel House."

Sammy's jaw dropped, "She used to work at the Charnel House? That's supposed to be the best snuff club in town!"

Now it was Miss Corby's turn to look startled. "I can’t believe she never told you, or no one else mentioned it. From what I've heard, the shows she organised there were what made the place."

"I didn't know, what did she do?"

Miss Corby made to answer, but before she could start the bell rang for the next lesson.

"I'm sorry Sammy, I've got a class to teach." Miss Corby sounded genuinely disappointed.

"That's not fair miss." Sammy cajoled her. "You can't tell me that then leave me hanging."

"I think your mother would have." Miss Corby said, smiling briefly at her own joke.

"She might still on dad's birthday." Sammy replied, a little ruefully.

She had always found it easy to talk, and even joke, more or less, with Miss Corby. Their conversations generally left her feeling a little better. The woman was so young and smooth-skinned, she couldn’t be more than a few years older than Sammy herself. It was nice to have such a gorgeous teacher always ready for a chat. Despite the attempt at humour, Sammy’s words did seem to affect her and Miss Corby looked a little contrite when she spoke again.

"No, you're right. I should fill you in, I do seem to be the one who let the cat out of the bag." she thought for a second. "I'm not going to have time for a proper talk with you during school today. Why don't you come to my house this evening, and we can have a good old gossip?"

"Really!" Sammy tried to keep the excitement out of her voice. She might have a bit of a schoolgirl thing for Miss Corby, but had never seriously thought she'd get invited to visit her at home. Anyway, if school rumour was to be believed, Miss Corby had been steadily working her way through the male staff.

"I don't think I have to worry about you stalking me now." said Miss Corby. Had she really  implied she wasn’t unaware of Sammy's feelings? She handed the astonished girl a piece of paper with her address scribbled on it. "I'll see you about seven then?"

****

Sammy could feel the butterflies churning her stomach as she walked along the row of neat little terraced houses, looking for number twenty-six. Even wearing her smartest blue dress, and a pair of expensive faun stockings, pinched from her mother's wardrobe, she felt horribly as though she were off for a visit to the dentist.

"You found it. Come on in then."

The smiling Miss Corby clearly hadn't made an effort to dress up, opting for the comfort of a pair of sweat pants and an old T-shirt. Feeling overdressed and awestruck, Sammy just stood there gazing. Twenty-something, blond and fit, even in casual, and rather unflattering, dress, her teacher still looked beautiful.

"Are you planning on standing there all evening? I've got the kettle on."

Realising she'd just been stuck there, her jaw slack, Sammy blushed a little as she hastily followed her teacher into the living room.

Seated now, with a cup of tea for herself and a glass of something fizzy for Sammy, Miss Corby brought the conversation back to where they'd left off.

"I'm sorry I brought up your mother's old job. It just never occurred to me you wouldn't have known about it."

"That's okay, Miss. I knew my mum was into snuff, she just never mentioned she did it professionally. Now all I want is to find out everything I can."

"So long as it hasn't upset you too much. I'll tell you what I've heard, but you must realise this was long before my time as well."

Miss Corby settled back and started recalling the details she'd heard of Sammy's mother's time at the Charnel House. Sammy leaned forward, caught up in the revelations.

****

"... and after the triplets were carried off, she, apparently, took a bow and left for good."

"Bloody hell." Sammy stopped, nervous at having sworn, but, seeing no sign of censure on her teacher's face, pressed on. "Well, that explains why mum was getting so professional, wanting me to strip so she could examine me."

Miss Corby said, with a touch of concern, "You've always been so shy, Sammy. How did you cope with that?"

"Not too well." she admitted. "Then, just as I was starting to relax, my little sister burst in on us."

Miss Corby was regarding the young girl critically. "So you haven't had a chance to get used to being naked in front of anyone then? Well, apart from Paul I'm guessing, and you two have split up now haven't you?"

It was cosy, sitting comfortably in that little room, sipping on their drinks and chatting quietly. Sammy found herself admitting something for the second time that week.

"Actually, not even Paul, we split up before we got that far. I'm still a virgin."

"Wow!" her teacher's face had fallen open. "Even with you I wasn't expecting that. Shouldn't you be out trying to do something about losing it, rather than sitting here getting a history lesson from me?"

"I was going to, but mum talked me out of it. She reckons me being done for the first time on stage will be a hit."

"I can't argue with that - with your mum's experience of putting on shows I wouldn't even try anyway. But that means you've had no practice at exposing yourself to anyone."

"Not really, no."

"Well, now you're here, why don't you strip for me?"

She hadn't been expecting this. She'd worn stockings and lacy knickers more as a fantasy than because she thought she'd be showing them off. Confused, Sammy stood up before she even realised what she was doing. Pausing, she blushed.

"Don't be embarrassed." Miss Corby said encouragingly. "You've got this far, and there's only us two here. Rip everything off quick and let me have a look at you."

Somehow, the practicality of Miss Corby's words made it worse than if she was stripping to excite her. Instead of rushing, Sammy fumbled her way out of her clothes, feeling her face grow hotter. She couldn't let this blond goddess down though, and persevered until she was, finally, standing naked in front of her.

"Okay, I can see that was pretty bad for you." Miss Corby said, smiling reassuringly at the shivering girl. "But don't you feel better for having got it over?"

"I suppose." said Sammy, reluctantly. "It's just that I know everyone's going to be staring at my tits. Even you are miss, aren't you?"

I am, admitted Miss Corby to herself. Aloud she said, "Be fair Sammy, they are magnificent. Everyone's going to wonder what will be done to them, I certainly am."

Flattered into feeling brave, Sammy asked, "Do you want to touch them? Feel what they're like before mum sets to work on them."

"You know, I actually do." the teacher said, in some surprise. "I've been to enough snuff shows, but I've never had the chance to feel the star before. This could be fun."

As she ran her hands over Sammy's soft mounds, Miss Corby asked, "Your mum must have some ideas for these impressive assets, do you know what she's planning to do with them?"

Miss Corby might be nice, but hearing her speak so casually as she squeezed Sammy's breasts was making the young girl squirm, mortified at what she was letting happen to her. If it had been anybody else she'd probably have pulled back and run out.

"You're finding this awkward, aren't you." said Miss Corby, seeming to read her mind. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken up your offer to feel them. It's just so exciting, thinking what's going to be done to them."

Sammy instantly felt contrite. Here was the wonderful Miss Corby looking shame-faced in front of her, and it wasn't as if she'd let her do anything she hadn’t wanted to happen.

"That's okay, Miss." she burst out, and hastily pulled her teacher's hand back up to her bosom. "I don't mind really, I'm just not very good in these situations."

Too anxious to prove it was okay, she grabbed Miss Corby's other hand and pushed it between her legs. Almost immediately she felt her mistake. How many times had she imagined the pretty blonde teacher pleasuring her? And now they were standing there, her idol's hand actually pressing into her pussy, a pussy she could already feel starting to lubricate wildly.

Miss Corby was grinning, but not unpleasantly. "It feels to me like somebody needs some relief. As your teacher I should really make you do it, but I suppose it's a bit late to worry now."

Sammy's knees nearly collapsed as she came. She'd stayed standing as her teacher's skilful fingers had quickly massaged her clit to orgasm.

"Thanks miss." Sammy muttered, her pleasure subsiding and her natural shyness returning with a vengeance. "It's been really nice, but I'd better get home now."

"Sammy, it's fine. Don't worry about it." Miss Corby tried to reassure her.

"It's okay. It's just I'm late getting home." Sammy lied, hastily pulling her clothes back on.

"All right." Miss Corby didn't sound convinced, but didn't try to stop the worried teenager. "I'll see you at your father's party then?"

"I hope so." was the rather more truthful reply. In spite of everything, Sammy realised she really did want Miss Corby there,  "I’d like it if you came."

Sammy hurried out, not realising, until she was halfway home, that she'd left her best lace knickers behind.

****

After the calming effects of a brisk walk, giving her a chance to consider what had just happened, Sammy arrived home dazed, smiling a little, and suspecting that she was, in fact, quite pleased with herself. Hearing her mother clattering around in the kitchen, she went in to see her and get some advice.

"Hello love." her mother smiled at her. "Did you have a nice time with Miss Corby?"

"I'm not sure, mum." Sammy confessed. "She was really nice, but I'm feeling a bit weird."

"Why, what happened?" Debbie asked with concern.

Sammy felt a jolt of worry, would her mother understand?

"If I tell you something, will you promise to keep it quiet and not get Miss Corby into any trouble?"

"Why?" asked Debbie sharply. "What has she done?"

"Do you promise, mum?"

"Unless it's something really bad." her mother assured her, anxious to find out what had gone on.

Her daughter took a deep breath. "We were discussing the party, and I stripped for her. Then I was embarrassed and shoved her hand between my legs. When she realised I was wet, well… she pleasured me."

"I don't quite see how embarrassment got her hand onto your pussy." Debbie was grinning, half with relief, half with amusement. "But that doesn't sound so bad, that Miss Corby is pretty gorgeous."

Sammy's face lifted at these words. "You don't mind then?"

"Mind? Don’t be silly. Why would I object to you enjoying yourself?" The smile left her mother’s face, as a little worry crossed her mind. "You are still intact down there though, aren't you?"

Sammy looked hurt, she wouldn't let her parents down, not after she'd seen how pleased the news made her mother. "Of course I am! It was nice, but it was only a quick grope."

"Sorry darling." Debbie apologised. "I should know you better by now. I'm glad you've had some fun anyway. Just so long as you don't get too used to being naked before the party."

"I wouldn't worry about that." Sammy confessed. "I was so embarrassed afterwards I practically ran out, I even left my knickers behind."

"Really Sammy! That's not very polite. You'll have to go back tomorrow and apologise."

"Mum! I couldn't, not after leaving like that."

Debbie took pity on her daughter, she didn't want to push her too far, too early. "All right, I'll give her a call myself tomorrow and explain. I know I should be more angry, but that sort of reaction is what's going to make the show."

Her mother was usually rather particular about doing the right thing. Sammy was so relieved to be let off, she found herself suggesting something quite outside her usual comfort zone.

"Why don't we try again with your examination? I think Eve's at a friend's, and dad's working nights again, so we shouldn't be disturbed this time."

This story is a fantasy, set in another place, with only the slightest passing nod to our reality as it’s glimpsed on a distant horizon. If this isn’t immediately apparent to you, I strongly suggest you seek urgent psychiatric care.