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Story title : Adventures of Jade - 3
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Adventures of Jade - 3 (FFf, mc, nc, bdsm, v, sn,
medical)
by Hummmvee (hummmvee@hotmail.com)
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Jade gets a teaching job at a local Academy for girls.
Lots of 'rugmunching' and intrigue. Slow, juicy buildups
with character development.
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Adventures of Jade 3 - A Novella
By Hummmvee
(Tales of Lust, Depravity, and Seduction)
Telluride airport is the highest commercial airport in
the United States. Astrid negotiated the area's dangerous
curves with aplomb. The Ferrari F-60 was not available to
the general public yet, but she managed an advance copy.
She hardly drove it anywhere, as the mountains were more
suitable to four wheel drive. Mostly, it had been sitting
under cover since May, when it was delivered from Italy.
But today was special.
She wanted to make a good impression on cousin Jennifer,
whom she was picking up for a relaxing vacation get-
together at her home. Jennifer, the gynecologist, was a
long time friend, and Astrid was excited about finally
spending some time together. It had been more than a few
years since they had seen each other. A likely reason for
all the excitement was the fact that Astrid had her first
sexual encounter with her cousin Jennifer. It was all
pretty innocent play really, but her body still held the
memories.
They were close, and still spoke often, but had not
gotten together since Astrid's daughters were little.
'Why did Jennifer pick this particular time to take her
vacation', wondered Astrid. (Perhaps it was because of
the photographs of her beautiful young daughters, Jade
and Jenna, that she recently sent to her) She did not
like to dwell on matters of suspicion, and so she simply
dropped the mental gymnastics and looked forward to this
surprise event.
The Ferrari had 12 cylinders, and Astrid used them all.
Only a skilled individual could tame six hundred and
fifty horses. The red blur was not exactly 'low profile',
and Astrid just HAD to let the ponies run. There was
always the danger of a ticket, but one of the benefits of
living in a place off the beaten path, was knowing a lot
of the local people. Astrid was confident that, should
she be stopped for speeding, she could talk her way out
of it. She knew a few of the local cops, and they were
all eager to give the Ferrari a go.
Satisfied that the odds were in her favor, she
accelerated to over a hundred as she got near the top of
the mountain. She was thankful her (late) husband Colonel
Bradley, had one year surprised her with driving lessons
at one of the fancy high-performance driving schools. The
knowledge was invaluable, especially if you were going to
take the law into your own hands. The Ferrari twelve-
cylinder engine made a special sound, not soon forgotten.
At over $500K, many might raise an eyebrow at such an
exorbitant purchase, but after her husband failed to
arrive home from the Gulf War, she had a lot of pent up
emotions and energy.
She focused on the girls and making money, but something
had to give. After making her second million, she
splurged on this car. Yes, she felt a little guilty, but
the college fund was stoked, and she wanted to feel alive
again, and try and fill the emotional hole of losing the
physical presence of her true soul mate. She even felt
guilty that she did not miss her 'Brad' more. For some
strange reason, she felt as though she would see him
again in this lifetime.
The Parker family loved a good adrenaline rush. The
custom plate (A-D-R-N-L-I-N), said it all. After scaring
the crap out of some lame tourists from the Midwest (by
blasting past them doing a hundred and ten), Astrid
settled the beast down to 50 or so as the runway and
tower loomed ahead. This car always made her smile, and
put her in a good mood. It was going to be a swell day.
She parked the red monster, and went inside.
Being a half hour early, she checked the schedule, and
went to freshen up. Astrid was wearing a very short one-
piece dress, in cobalt blue. The weather was still warm
and it was sunny. She looked at her reflection in the
bathroom mirror, and took inventory. The spaghetti straps
on her shoulders were just a bit too long, and would keep
falling.
She liked the attention it got when she would have to
readjust one or both straps. Below the hemline were stay-
up stockings in a sheer nude color, with 5-inch 'fuck me'
pumps (She had to take the shoes off to drive the car!)
The dress was just long enough to cover the tops of the
sheer stockings. As Astrid admired her reflection, she
wondered why she was slutting herself up, just to pick up
an old girl friend. Her heart was racing. Was it the
Ferrari, or her cousin?
A quick adjustment of her large braless melons, and to
freshen up the make up. Gazing at herself, she thought
her penetrating eyes were her best feature. They were a
deep violet, almost purple, like Elizabeth Taylor's. She
was told men have cum in their pants, just by looking
into her eyes. She believed it, hell...she got pretty
excited looking at herself too, so why not anyone else.
Astrid had lips that were fat and lush, with a permanent
little upturn at the corners, giving her a slightly
mischievous look. They really didn't need the glossy pink
lipstick she was now applying to them, but she wanted to
go all out.
As she was finishing up, someone else entered the
bathroom. Astrid gave a quick glance in the direction of
the door, before taking final stock of her freshening up
efforts. The woman in her peripheral vision was maybe 5'
7", brown hair, trendy sunglasses. She was very well
proportioned from what Astrid could tell, given the quick
glance. She wore black leather pants, and a white
expensive looking blouse.
In fact the whole package screamed 'well heeled'. Astrid
had to take a second look, as her brain interpreted and
filed the observations. The woman was maybe a size six,
very well stacked. Astrid was no slouch in the boob
department (being a 40D), but this woman had her beat.
There was something familiar about her, but Astrid
couldn't quite place it yet. As the woman freshened up
next to her, Astrid caught a whiff of her exquisite
perfume.
Although she lacked the supermodel look that Astrid was
blessed with, the woman could easily be a model. Astrid
guessed that the woman was probably in her late thirties.
The stranger gave a Cheshire cat smile as she dropped her
gaze, and her eyes met Astrids'. 'What a lovely smile'
thought Astrid. 'Where have I seen that face before?'
"That dress looks absolutely stunning on you, if I may
say so!" spoke the woman excitedly. Astrid knew that she
had heard that voice before somewhere. This unsolicited
compliment made Astrid take another look at herself in
the mirror.
"Why thank you..."
The woman had now moved up behind Astrid, and
slowly...reached around cupping Astrid's breasts in her
hands. Astrid was momentarily frozen to the spot. She was
shocked at this stranger's boldness. The woman gave
Astrid's 'professional size' bra-less tits in their black
cocoon, a playful squeeze. In the mirror, Astrid could
see the woman's grin broaden, and lower her eyes so that
Astrid could see them as well. She spun around in shock,
somehow regaining her composure, and met the bold woman's
still smiling gaze, with her mouth hanging open, trying
to speak.
"Have you forgotten me so quickly young lady?" The
familiar stranger asked jovially. Then it hit her.
"Oh my gosh! Jennifer!! Look at youuuu!!! I didn't
recognize you..."
And they hugged heartily, laughing and trying to speak
simultaneously. Astrid's straps had fallen down, after
the playful squeezing of her breasts, showing good
cleavage to her cousin. They kept hugging repeatedly, and
each time the electricity became stronger, until they
both knew this week was going to be fun.
"You are a bit early cousin!"
"We had a tailwind, so here I am, a little early!"
"It is so good to see you. I hardly recognized you, not
that you've aged any since I saw you last!"
"You too look incredible my young Astrid!! It has been
too many years. Lets get my luggage, we can catch up en
route."
They held hands and giggled like schoolgirls as they made
their way to the baggage claim. Being a tiny airport,
there were no crowds, and the baggage arrived quickly.
Jennifer had only a couple of carry on bags. Each of them
took one in arm, as they made their way outside. Jennifer
was thinking how responsive Astrid's breasts had been to
her touch a few minutes ago. They were sooo firm, and the
nipples began to harden almost instantly.
"I'm glad you didn't bring a ton of luggage, because I
don't think it would have fit in the car."
"Car? I thought you people all drove trucks and stuff,
with lots of cargo space?"
"Yeah, mostly. But I thought I'd break out the sports car
for your first visit. We'll get home a lot faster, and
since the weather is good...I thought it would be more
fun. You'll like my new ride. I don't think I've told you
about it."
The red Ferrari was impossible to miss. It stood out like
a very sore thumb. When she saw it, Jennifer knew it was
the most decidedly red car she had ever seen.
"Don't tell me THAT'S it?!" She could tell from Astrid's
grin... that it was. Jennifer drove a nice luxo/sport
BMW, but this beast was so over the top that her Bimmer
might as well be a Ford Pinto (remember those?).
"You've got to be Joking Astrid?"
"C'mon let's get you stowed."
Astrid could tell that Jennifer was impressed with the
ride, at least as much as another girl can be impressed
by a car. The luggage compartment was pretty small, but
the two bags weren't hardshell, so they eventually got
everything mushed down and secure. The doors did not open
in a conventional manner, so Astrid had to 'stow'
Jennifer as well. As she closed the door, Astrid could
not help noticing the massive cleavage again.
Jennifer moved like a dancer, and the leather pants
showed off her other assets beautifully. She was
definitely not a stereotypical gynecologist. As Astrid
climbed into the cockpit, it was Jennifer's turn to
observe her. She noticed how Astrid's dress rode up,
revealing sexy stocking tops, and a large expanse of
thigh. She acted very cool about it though. Her
sunglasses made it hard to tell, where exactly, her
attention fell.
The engine growled to life, like an angry tiger. Astrid
showed off further by revving the engine, then popped the
clutch. The force of numerous gravities pushed their
pelvises against the body hugging seats, and they were
out of the parking lot instantly, leaving behind tall
clouds of white tire-smoke. The single air-traffic
controller had to stop all landings while waiting for the
smoke to clear.
Jenna had slept in today. School would start on Monday,
and she was savoring the waning freedom. She knew she had
the house to herself. Her sister, Jade, went to St.
Beave's Catholic School for girls today. She was the new
Gym teacher there. Jenna would be starting there on
Monday, as a 10th grader. Jade would probably be gone all
day. Mom went to pick up cousin Jennifer whom Jenna did
not really remember, but had spoken to on a couple of
occasions. They would be back late afternoon. She was
going to have some privacy today. Jenna loved these lazy
days of summer, and with school just around the corner,
it was time to let her hair down a bit.
Jenna decided to take advantage of the fact that she was
alone, and do a little sunbathing on the balcony. She had
wanted to for a long time, but was never alone. She felt
too embarrassed to sunbathe while her family was around.
Jenna believed she was too pale, and could use a little
color. She didn't really have any appropriate bathing
suits, so she decided to borrow one of her sister's. She
would wash it and put it back before anyone returned.
Jade's room was bigger than her own, and had the balcony.
She walked around the room looking at her sister's knick-
knacks. There were a zillion posters on the walls. You
would think that her sister was the younger one. The
posters and pictures were of Xena, Hercules, Star Trek,
fast cars, castles, wolves, beautiful scenic places,
airplanes, Bruce Lee, military items, etc. She was like a
big kid or something.
Jenna had only one poster of an enchanted fairyland with
unicorns playing and pixies flying around amongst
colorful flowers. She looked at the different posters, as
she worked her way towards the walk-in closet. When she
finally arrived there, she took in the smells of the
space. It smelled of her sister. Not overpowering, but
discernable. Jade was well organized. More so than Jenna.
Everything had its' place. Eventually she figured out the
clothes filing system, and picked out a few things to try
on. Though Jade did not consider herself vain, there were
a lot of mirrors in the space. Jenna realized she would
unavoidably bear witness to her own nudity. It was
distasteful and exciting too. A delicate balance of
opposites for the virgin fifteen year old.
She stood now, looking at the body that was her. Cute at
the very least. Majorly blonde, with thick, straight, and
very long hair. Solid 'killer B's" in the chest
department. A little too tall for her age. The overly
blue eyes stared back at her, daring herself to expose
more of that perfect young complexion. All the staring
caused an inadvertent nipple erection. Parker family
nipples were oversize, and overly sensitive, especially
noticeable without a correct bra. When excited, they
would enlarge even further, causing quite the
embarrassing moment.
Apparently, Jenn did not have the 'correct' bra on today.
She felt very guilty, that her own self could excite her
so. But with all the mirrors, what was she to do? No use
dragging things out. She would find a suit and go for a
quick tan. Without further drama she peeled off her pink
tee shirt, and pulled down her grey sweatpants. She stood
only in her bra and panties now, and couldn't resist
another peek in the mirror.
Moments later, she turned beet red. She didn't know how
Jade could dress each day, in front of such an audience.
Off went the bra and (modest) panties without further
looking. She was relieved that she had a skinny frame,
because had her body been overweight, she could never
allow herself to do this, especially with all the mirrors
staring at her. She put on a white lace bikini bottom,
that was more lingerie than bathing suit.
She could not help seeing her tight virginal slit, still
hairless, before it was covered again. The tops she tried
were all too big, but she finally found a white stretchy
thing that could pass. By now her nipples were painfully
engorged and the material was causing pleasant friction.
She literally had to squeeze and massage her breasts to
relieve the tension.
She then put some lotion on her body (without lingering
anywhere too long), and stepped out on the balcony. It
was some of the new Burning Bush stuff from the Wicked
Wanda Salon. She did not know it had extra properties!
There was a nice view of their back yard, with mountains
in the distance. She checked for neighbors, who were only
75 yards on both sides, and the coast seemed clear.
The sun warmed her Goddess flesh, and made Jenna tingle
all over. In her first efforts at an even tan, she tried
several positions, changing after about 10 minutes in
each. Finally she settled on her back, and relaxed enough
to doze. In no time at all, she was fast asleep. The
tainted Thai tanning oil began to lower her inhibitions,
and make her horny.
Jenna dreamt of faeries and medieval times. She dreamt of
her father, who was only a distant memory these days. In
this particular dream, he was a knight in shining armor,
and she needed to be rescued. Perhaps she was a
sacrificial offering for a dragon? She looked down in the
dream and noticed that she wore a flowing white dress,
sheer and light. Would the rescue be in time? She had
only her hope and faith, and she still knew she was only
dreaming.
She heard, what must have been the dragon, roar and
breathe fire in the distance, setting a nearby wood to
flame. And then she saw her father, the knight in armor,
riding in slow motion towards her rocky outcropping. He
rode a black Fresian warhorse, which was covered in plate
armor. Even the dust rose in slow motion.
Suddenly the dragon appeared in the southern sky. Red and
black, and all scaly he was. Hard to miss against the
blue cloudless sky. It spotted the rider, who seemed
oblivious to the danger from behind. The flying beast
tucked in his bat-like wings, and went into a speed dive,
black talons extended. Jenna screamed a warning, but no
sound was heard from her lips. She tried to wave her arms
in warning, but they were bound. The dream had become a
nightmare, and she was lost in it.
*
The world looks very different at a hundred and fifty
miles an hour. All that matters is what is ahead. Astrid
was really kicking the Ferrari in the ass. Certainly, it
could go a lot faster, but these were mountain roads.
Though the altitude robbed the engine of a good portion
of the power it might have had at sea level, there was
still enough to put a smile on two beautiful faces.
The windows were open, so it was very windy inside.
Jennifer could see Astrid's dress buffet around. It was
hard for Jennifer to ogle the driver at this speed, as
the view outside was competing with her view inside.
Eventually she put her trust in Astrid, and decided to
check out her pilot instead of worrying about the
driving. Astrid had to focus on the road, so she could
not see the level of satisfaction she was providing to
Jennifer.
The wind would do crazy things in the cockpit. The straps
of Astrid's dress had long since fallen, and her cleavage
came and went from view as the wind pushed and pulled at
her. Once, Jennifer saw a fat, engorged nipple atop a
large areolic expanse. Her attention briefly diverted
south, to where a lot of thigh action also came and went.
The stocking tops were fully visible now, with an
occasional flash of nether.
Obviously the pilot was sans underwear. Jennifer squirmed
in her form-hugging seat, getting sweatier in her leather
pants. Experiencing such loveliness and being actively
teased like this, made her wonder why she had waited so
long to visit her lovely cousin. Jennifer could see why
they called this road the million-dollar highway; it was
the views. They were both home in no time flat.
*
With a loud clang, Sir Bradley was snatched off his
steed, before he knew what had hit him. The plate armor
bent and buckled around him, but otherwise the damage to
his flesh would have been instantly fatal. The beast beat
his wings again, and gained altitude, the former rider in
its grip. The red dragon circled around as it ascended,
and as it neared the post where the virgin was bound, it
released its' prey to fall to the jagged rocks below.
Again Jenna screamed but no sound would come. The figure
plummeted near her, and then loudly crashed into the
rocks, not 20 yards away.
Logic told young Jenna, only a superman could have
survived such a fall. Indeed as the dust settled, there
was no movement from the fallen knight. The polished
metal was now bent and splattered with blood. The dragon
made another aerial pass over the sacrificial mound
before descending to 'take' the virgin. Jenna struggled
to free herself from her bonds. Though frightened, she
still had faith. As the dragon landed nearby, the wind
kicked up around Jenna, causing her to close her eyes in
fear. Her white dress waved and snapped about her like a
flag on a flag post. Her eyes remained shut, but she
could hear the beast move steadily closer.
She wanted to keep her eyes tightly shut, but something
unusual began to happen. She started to feel a power
surge coursing through her veins. The feeling was one of
rage and something else she didn't recognize. Eventually,
the new feelings overcame her natural fear.
She now wanted to die fighting, rather than to quietly
acquiesce. She focused on this new feeling, and her fear
completely vanished. She opened her eyes to face her
enemy. The beast was slowly closing, checking her out. It
was close enough to smell. It did not smell good. Its
eyes were like that of a mutant cat, and it had many long
whiskers around the snout, that it used as a sensory
organ.
Jenna could not understand where these new feelings of
fearlessness were coming from. Normally, she was shy,
reserved, and a scaredy cat. Under the circumstances she
should have been dying of fright, but she felt this inner
strength that was coming from somewhere and seemingly not
from herself.
The beast sniffed the air around her. The whiskers
extended forward, lightly touching her all about. They
felt like a dozen large spiders, crawling all over her.
The dragon's scales seemed to change color, becoming more
iridescent. Judging by the low purring sounds, Jenna
deduced that the Dragon was pleased with her. The
whiskers were as thick as a finger and very dexterous.
Waving around her bound body, they began peeling her
dress off her body, and she could not stop this olfactory
assault. (It seemed the beast had some experience at
this) Obviously, he was NOT a virgin.
That is when Jenna noticed the offending object the
dragon was sporting. At first Jenna thought it was
another smaller creature, but soon enough she realized
the gargantuan beast was getting an erection! Only this
erection was longer than she was tall! It continued to
engorge, and grew threateningly close to her pretty face.
The smell made her cough and gag.
Eventually it waved and bobbed inches from her lush lips.
It was sharper than a man's penis, and much more
disgustingly veined. A slimy substance oozed slowly from
the business end, undoubtedly pre-cum. Jenna knew she was
so very tight down there, the ten-inch diameter would
surely rip her in two. She was still very much a virgin,
never even having put a finger down in there. It would be
so unfair to be taken this way. She knew what boys
supposedly liked to do with their hard-ons, and it was
terrifyingly worse with a giant beast. So why was she not
more frightened?
She had thus far, been deftly relieved of all her flimsy
clothing, by the insidious tentacles. The beast seemed
poised for what he came for. That is when a blood-
curdling growl came from the depths of the impassioned
animal! The rush of air from the dragon's breath, blew
her back tight against the post, and made her realize,
for the first time, that she had been skillfully
stripped! The giant penis lunged at her. She struggled to
parry. But something was wrong.
The massive penis began rapidly shrinking, and that is
when she realized it was no longer attached to the
dragon. The animal was clearly enraged now, and it
breathed a loud, bright plume of fire into the sky. The
noise was deafening. The beast reeled backwards, off
balance. The wings flapped erratically, as it tried to
launch into the air. Jenna looked at the oozing penis,
which had now shriveled to a mere two feet long, one end
of it showing it had been forcibly, and surgically
removed.
As the dragon began to lift off the ground, the rush of
air blew the bloody penis off the sacrificial
outcropping. Her eyes fixed on the dust obscured human
silhouette now visible, where the dragon had stood only
moments ago. The armored figure held a bloody sword
defiantly, and struggled forward. The man was clearly
injured, but the dragon and his sporting activities had
been curtailed. She knew now where her sudden feelings of
bravery came from. They were being channeled from her
father. The energy was consciously willed to her to
alleviate her terror. She had a sudden realization just
then. Bravery was not really fearlessness, but rather the
facing of terror with resolve and a clear head.
"Daddy you're alive, You're alive!!!" Screamed Jenna, her
voice finally finding her.
Astrid and Jennifer pulled into the driveway at 1313
Aspenvail Lane. Astrid had made the trip in record time.
Jenna of course, would not be expecting them for another
90 minutes or so. Cousin Jennifer helped Astrid wipe down
the Ferrari with a moist chamois, before a cover was
pulled over the prancing horse. The ride was titillating
to say the least.
Both ladies were in an adrenaline sex rush. They giggled
merrily the whole time, seemingly comfortable with each
other, even though it had been ages since their last
contact. Jennifer was the older, yet she felt like a
schoolgirl again. Seeing so much of Astrid's body
revealed by the wind, brought back all those horny
girl/girl memories and experiences with Astrid. It was
something begun, that was never finished. The air was
pregnant with the possibility of resuming their fun where
they had left off some twenty years ago.
"Did you see the look on that guys face in the Corvette?"
Jennifer was of course referring to their recent drag
race, where they toyed with another driver, before
blowing him away with the flick of the wrist and push of
the heel. He must have thought his new car was in
reverse, the way the girls gunned past him.
"He sure looked pissed when you allowed him to eventually
catch up with us!"
"Typical male, cousin... too much testosterone and not
enough brains to see when he's outmatched!"
They stepped inside, and Astrid called for Jenna. No
answer. The minivan was still in the garage, and Jenna
did not officially have a learner's permit, but she did
have some private tutoring by her mother. Astrid made her
way upstairs, looking for her daughter.
"Why don't you get us drinks girl, while I hunt down my
little daughter." She pointed to the Sub-Zero as she
passed it.
"Long-Island's OK?"
"Yeah, whatever you know how to make well will work for
me."
*
Jade drove like the wind. She didn't want to be late for
her first day on the job.
How could she have dozed off at the salon like that? She
wasn't feeling tired at all.
And why didn't Chrissy inform her of the time? The girl
knew about Jade's schedule. Why was she feeling squishy
between the legs, like she had no underwear on? The
answers would have to wait, as the parking lot came into
view. Not a moment too soon! She had several minutes to
get inside before she could technically be called 'late'.
The security card opened the gate to a teachers and staff
parking area, away from the general parking. She found
her space, and to her amazement and pleasure, her name
was painted on the curb. Grabbing her bag, she beat feet
to the teacher's entrance.
The building was impressive. Neo-Gothic in style,
probably a hundred years old. The old nuns that ran the
place closed up shop when enrollment remained low, and
they were cited for code violations. The place was up for
sale for half the year, when an investor bought it, and
decided to reopen it after all the necessary upgrades had
been done.
By the looks of the place now, someone spent some serious
bucks upgrading the building. The steep copper roof and
the arched windows gave the place a 'Munsters' kind of
feel. Brick, stone, copper, perfect proportions, and nice
landscaping gave it a 'bucks up' look needed to draw the
area's upscale residents. Yet tuition was very
reasonable. How did they pull that off? Not to mention a
decent starting salary!
Jade made her way up the wide granite stairs, taking two
steps at a time (good for the glutes you know). Jade
thought the place had a wonderful feel to it. She just
hoped her co-workers would not prove to be the 'flies in
the ointment'.
There was a party atmosphere inside. Someone had
decorated the place with balloons and ribbon. A number of
people were ambling about. They were all women of course.
Everyone was well dressed but casual, and to Jade's
surprise, the people were quite good looking. There was
pizza and beer, and pastries and such. Jade always had an
eye for detail, so little escaped her scrutiny. She
noticed the disguised metal detector on the way in, and
some security cameras. All added, since her interview.
She thought it overkill, since they were in a small town
and in a low crime area. Oh well, better safe than sorry
with all the recent school incidents.
She checked in at the office, (barely on time) and got
her information packet. The secretary seemed quite young
to Jade, perhaps only 21 or so. She wondered how someone
so young landed a position like that. Usually,
secretaries were older bookwormy types. This girl looked
more like a receptionist or something. After a warm but
plastic welcome speech, Jade avoided the partygoers, and
made her way to the gym. She just wanted to check out her
new dig. The gym was in the basement, and apart from the
rest of the classes. There were officially two floors
above her, and some restricted areas on the third floor.
At least according to the map she was looking at.
Finding the Gym Jade was elated. The place had been re-
fitted with state of the art gear. Basketball, a climbing
wall, an elevated track, a weight room, ropes, and of
course the shower area! It was one of those open affairs.
Jade's heart skipped a beat as her mind scenarioed some
of the lewd possibilities. She continued on to her
office, and was surprised at its luxury. A nice area for
paperwork with all the latest office equipment. Her own
private shower area, and jetted spa tub with seating for
a dozen people! The place was so laid out, that she
started giggling out loud. A very happy first day for
Jade.
Sister Mary was principal. Her private office was on the
third floor. Though she wore the traditional penguin
outfit, she was no sister at all. Well actually she was
the sister of the woman that headed the board of trustees
for St. Beave's Catholic School for Girls. That being
'wicked' Wanda, Chrissy's mother. Two extreme lesbian
ladies in a place of power, where their sick fantasies
would surely play out. Mary was the older, being in her
forties, but still a tight package under all the flowing
robes.
Few of the teachers or staff knew any of this. Sister
Mary was only a figurehead for the 'Catholic' part of the
school name. Although it was a religious organization
prior to the takeover, today it was only a front. You
see, the applicants were carefully screened by Wanda and
Mary. They were looking for pretty girls with high
naivette, and preferably damaged or single parent
families. Their questionnaires flagged girls with the
desired qualities, and in some cases, they recruited from
other schools. Many of the girls had potential same sex
preferences.
The low tuition, and easy financing allowed them to
quickly build a student base, after being sans operations
for several years. St. Beave's took on seventh through
tenth graders. An affiliated 'finishing' school handled
the eleventh and twelfth grade girls. They offered
accelerated graduation programs there. Though most of the
staff were actually accredited teachers, some were not.
The teaching staff was also carefully selected, using
similar criteria that Wanda had developed during her PHD.
Jade sat down in her new office, after giving the place
careful scrutiny. She went over the required guidelines.
The list was long and strange. Every aspect of life at
the school was covered somewhere in the manual. It seemed
corporal punishment was approved of and encouraged. The
parents all had waivers on file at the school, regarding
teachers and staff administering spankings. The spanker
was actually encouraged to spank in front of the other
students (as a deterrent), and was allowed to administer
the punishment to a bare bottom! How embarrassing Jade
thought.
There was even a hierarchy among the staff, so that a
teacher could get disciplined like the kids! Jade
imagined being spanked by the principal in front of her
class. She couldn't believe such a thing could happen.
Laughing to herself, she did not think a rule like that
would ever get invoked (how wrong she would be!). Another
odd thing, at least to Jade's mind, was the constant
music on the PA. It was not loud, and the music was
pretty much elevator music, but it was constant
throughout the day, and it was everywhere you went,
including in the bathrooms!
According to the manuscript she was reading, it would
continue when the actual students began their classes.
There was a lot of stuff about giving up your privacy
rights in this joint. Jade had to agree to all the terms,
before she would be 'official'. She was not comfortable
with a lot of what was in the rulebook, but she wanted
the job badly. She had to sign on the dotted line in
front of a witness. Off to the offices she went.
A lot of teachers were mulling about in the hallway, and
in the office. Jade sensed a lot of eyes checking her
out. She was not comfortable with crowds. Mary, the
principal, took Jade under her wing and helped her get
the contracts submitted. Mary wore the traditional dark
blue and white nun outfit. She really stood out in it,
reminding everyone that this was a religious
organization.
It was hard to tell what her shape was, underneath all
that cloth. Jade could only see the dark brown almost
black eyes, and that the principal was of average height.
The dark eyebrows suggested that she was a brunette. Her
manner was curt and business like. She did not mince
words, and Jade could see that everyone respected her.
Actually, it looked to her more like fear!
Jade was given a bunch of keys and pass cards. The roster
she got a peek at, suggested small class sizes and a
surprisingly light enrollment for the year. She did not
mind this one bit. It would be nice to start out slow,
and build some experience first. That's when she noticed
the cool redhead. Everyone noticed her.
Jade had not seen this person before, but judging from
the expressions on some of the other teachers, they had.
She wore a white nurse's uniform, only it was obscenely
short. The redhead seemed very well proportioned. Full
red lips, and greenish-blue eyes. Perhaps 5' 8" without
the heels. She had a powerful stride, and the heels
clacked loudly on the granite tiles of the hallway. She
was headed straight for the group of teachers, who
suddenly had stopped talking. Jade noticed that a few of
them looked down, almost as if they were trying to avoid
having their eyes meet hers. The nurse wore a pair of
tiny sunglasses, which made it hard to see her eyes
unless she tilted her head a certain way.
"Everyone, this is nurse Shannon Obanyon. Most of you
have already gotten your physicals done earlier in the
week, so no introduction is necessary. The rest of you
need to follow nurse Shannon to the medlab. As you all
have read, the excellent health coverage you will receive
here requires certain tests before the coverage begins.
Nurse Shannon will administer the tests and paperwork to
the insurance company on you behalf. It's all quite
painless, so let's get a move on!"
Principal Mary Silverstein spoke with authority, as she
extended her hand in the direction of the resident nurse.
Only four of the teachers had not yet had their
examinations by the nurse. Jade noticed that beside
herself, it was the art teacher, the music teacher, and
the French teacher. There were only about a dozen
teachers in the whole school, with an additional several
dozen staff. The background music played on, while the
hidden subliminal messages droned on
'Obey...obey...obey...obey...' Jade and the remaining
three others seemed a little uncomfortable about this
situation, yet somehow they felt as though in a dream,
when you wanted to run but couldn't.
The feeling was like lambs to the slaughter. Nurse
Shannon turned on her heels, heading back to the nurse's
station, with the four following in tow. Jade watched the
hips in front of her swish and sway, with exaggerated
motion. 'Definitely a sexy walker' thought Jade. The
white uniform was extremely short, and the high-heeled
boots were of the mid-thigh variety, in a patent white
leather. The single vertical seam in the back of each
boot drew your eye upward to the magnificently hard ass
above.
Jade wondered if nurse Shannon was a true redhead. She
caught herself thinking that and mentally rebuked herself
for the wanton thought. The background music proved
effective at silencing the alarm bells that had gone off
in each of their four brains. Jade had noticed the orange
pin on Shannon's lapel. She and most of the other
teachers had green lapel pins. In her guidebook she
remembered this signified a kind of rank. Everyone had to
display their pins at all times. Red was higher in rank
than orange, green seemed lowest.
Someone of lower rank had to obey a superior. Failure was
grounds for immediate dismissal. Jade and the other four
all noticed that orange pin, shaped like a cross, and
wondered how this strange system might play out. The
guidebook did not explain how one advanced in rank, or
why such a militaristic thing was even necessary. None of
them were veteran teachers, and none of them had any
religious training. They were all quite surprised to have
even been hired here.
They walked what seemed a long way. Jade was continually
amazed by the gothic lines of the architecture before
them. The ceilings were higher than they needed to be,
and the ornamentation would be unheard of today. And why
was her pussy getting so wet? Why weren't her panties
working? For whatever reason, all four seemed to have had
something trigger uncontrollable vaginal secretions. Of
course the background messages screamed out in secret:
'wet pussy...wet pussy...wet pussy...'
A particularly deserted and isolated part of the school
housed the nurse's station. They followed the nurse
through the frosted glassed door. Jade and the other
three looked around the strange office, uncomfortably.
The nurse showed them into a sterile looking room with
the typical medical equipment you might see in a
hospital. Like everything in this school, this place was
also well equipped and modern.
"Why don't you girls get to know one another, while I get
things ready." The suggestion came out more like a
command, but the four seemed comfortable just to know the
nurse would be gone for a spell.
"Izznt she kreepy!" French teacher spoke while shaking
her body like she had goose bumps. Jade had not paid much
attention to her comrades yet, so she took this
opportunity to check everyone out. The nametag read
Renee. Frenchie was about 5' 7" tall, maybe 110 pounds.
Her eyes were hazel and very expressive. Her hair was
long, brown, and tightly curled in that Dyan Cannon perm.
Her boobs were in proportion with her frame.
The art teacher nodded agreement, with a shy smile, and a
shake of her head. Jade could see her name was Jane. A
skinny blonde with pleasant features, maybe 5' 4" tall.
"I don't believe we've all been formally introduced. My
name is Suzie Quinlain. I'm the music teacher." Everyone
shook hands and introduced themselves. Jade noticed how
Suzie's breasts quavered when they shook hands. They were
much larger than her own, yet seemed firm. Of course
you'd expect them all to be firm. They were all just
barely out of college. They chatted up a little storm in
no time. Jade found them all either very pretty, or at
least pleasant looking. None seemed to have any real
teaching experience, and all felt lucky to have landed
such good paying first jobs.
The French teacher was REALLY from France, and the music
teacher fresh from Joliet Academy. Renee seemed the most
outspoken to Jade. Suzie seemed like a very deep person,
while Jane the art teacher seemed too shy to peg. Jade
could see that they were all a little impressed with her
'Amazonian' stock, and the girls were all secretly
checking each other out. Jade was going to try and play
it cool. Even in the infirmary, the music played through
the PA speakers. No one could hear the messages though.
It seemed here they were disguised within disco music.
The subliminal messages droned on: 'You are safe
here...obey superiors...all is well... safe here...."
The sudden sound of the door, and the re-emergence of
nurse Shannon, reminded everyone why they were there. Did
the nurse just lock the exit door?
Back at the Parker log home, Astrid was looking for her
daughter Jenna. She found her finally, on the balcony.
'This is a rare sight!' thought Astrid to herself. She
seldom caught her youngest in a position of semi nudity.
Of course she and Jennifer had returned from the airport
earlier than expected. She chuckled to herself that Jenna
was too shy to even sunbathe when the family was around,
but was not surprised she took this opportunity, given
the sudden privacy. She greeted Jenna from the doorway,
expecting her to jump for the nearest towel.
Jenna was asleep. This gave mom time to digest what she
had just seen. Jenna was wearing her sister's lace
underwear, which left little to the imagination. The
panties had slipped down her pelvis somewhat,
exaggerating the size and development of her pubic mound.
They were just a little too big in the fit department.
The stretchy green top was also a bit loose, but
understandably so given the sister's different bust size.
Jenna must have been asleep quite some time, as she was
starting to get red. That's when Astrid noticed the heavy
sweat everywhere, and she looked somewhat in distress.
Astrid approached closer, and realized she was asleep and
dreaming. It looked like a bad dream. She decided to wake
her from the nightmare, and get her inside before she
over did it.
"Jenna honey, wake up...You're having a bad dream..."
Astrid had sat alongside her daughter, and lifted her
lithe form off the chaise lounge. The commotion had
brought Jennifer to the scene as well. She held the
drinks, and stood in the doorway to the balcony. She
couldn't believe how sexy Jenna had grown up. Perfect
body for a fifteen year old. Long, thick, shiny blonde
hair.
Standing behind her concerned host, Jennifer could see
down Astrid's dress. As she tried to wake her daughter,
her breasts jiggled pleasantly. Jennifer released a fresh
batch of cream into her overworked panty thong. Luckily
leather didn't leak easily. She saw Jenna's loose fitting
panty had ridden low on her hips. She could discern no
pubic hair. This excited her greatly. She loved getting
young, pre-pubescent girls to examine at her practice.
Sadly it was a rare treat. Astrid had a real winner here.
"Wake up honey... you're just dreaming. Mommy's here
now!"
Jenna was a little delirious. She began speaking, but it
was unintelligible at first. Astrid sensed Jennifer's
presence, and turning, she asked her for a cold compress
from the bathroom. Putting the drinks down, her cousin
tried to find her way about, and eventually succeeded in
the task.
"Why don't you wipe her down with that!" Instructed
Astrid, concern in her voice. "Not down there, her face!"
"Oh sorry..."
They could understand what she was saying now.
"You're alive... daddy you're alive!!!"
Both women looked at each other. Jennifer knew the family
history. Everyone avoided that subject usually. It had
been a happy union, and a fruitful marriage before
Colonel Bradley was taken from them. It was unfair for
the girls to grow up disadvantaged with only a single
parent. Slowly, Jenna's eyes opened.
"Mommy?"
"Yes honey, mommy's here. Everything is going to be all
right."
"Oh mom, daddy's alive, I know he's still alive..."
"Hush now honey, you were just having a tiny nightmare.
You're gonna be OK. Everything is all right!"
"I know all that, but no... I think daddy's alive, no I
know he's alive...He was sending me energy in the dream.
He has to be alive... I miss him so!" And she erupted
into tears. Cousin Jennifer got all misty as well.
Jenna looked into Astrid's eyes and saw the doubt there.
"You don't believe, do you?"
"It was just a dream honey... Daddy died in the war..."
Soon the overwhelming doubt on her mother's face crept
inside of her, and she too began to doubt the unlikely
possibility. This brought fresh tears, and a stronger
flow. The sadness turned to anger, and she jumped up,
heading for her room. She was startled briefly by the
somehow familiar sexy stranger in the cool shades.
Momentarily she stood frozen, like a deer in headlights.
Before bolting past her. Jenna had to grab the underwear
before they slipped completely off her tiny teenage butt.
As she went past Jennifer tried inhaling her unique
pheromones, causing a raised eyebrow from Astrid. She
jumped up after her young daughter, but her cousin
grabbed her by the arm.
"Let her go. She'll be all right. Give her some space.
You can talk to her later, when she calms down."
Astrid scrutinized Jennifer's face. 'Was she right? Yeah,
probably so' She tended to overcompensate and over
mother.
"Let's finish our drinks, and we can both talk to her
later. You know I did a stint as a psychiatrist before
specializing in gynecology. She'll be all right...she's a
big girl!" They both sat down on the balcony, and
Jennifer proposed a toast to the week ahead.
Continued in part 4...
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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