A couple of days after Fiona's celebration dinner and subsequent disgraceful behaviour with Alice's teacher Nigel and her daughter's friend's dad Paul, something Nigel had said had really got me thinking and by the middle of that afternoon I rang Nigel.
"Hello Nigel Mann speaking," he said in to the phone.
"Hi, Nigel, Do you remember me from the other night with Fiona?" I asked.
"Oh sure, I won't be forgetting that in a hurry," he said laughing, "What can I do for you?" he asked.
So her it goes I was going to ask him outright and see if he'd agree to my absurd request.
"Something you said the other night Nigel got me really thinking," I said.
"Ok what was that?" he asked seeming interested.
"You mentioned something in passing, maybe a throw away comment to yourself but to me it struck a chord, a chord that wanted me to explore it some more. You see Fiona is my whore and I love putting her in awkward, humiliating situations where she has to submit to, and fuck different men," I said to him.
"I gathered that from the other night, but carry on I like where this is going," Nigel said filling me with confidence to carry on with my request now that I knew he was more than interested.
"Now you mentioned something about the other teachers and headmaster finding out about her slutty behaviour and how it would be frowned upon by other parents if they also knew. This is exactly what I would like to see happen Nigel," I said.
"I see, carry on," he said.
"How many male teachers are at you school including the yourself and the head Nigel?" I asked.
"With me and the head, eight males," he answered.
"Now probably not all of them will be approachable or want a slice of the action but I'm sure you know the ones that would Nigel, and my request is that you get the headmaster on board as having her submit to her daughter's headmaster would be perfect. If you need help with any evidence to show the other men that you're not talking shit, how about you call her up in to school to discuss Alice, and then get some phone footage of you fucking her?" I said.
"Sounds like you got it all figured out," Nigel said.
"Not figured out Nigel, it's just something I'd like to explore, if you can help great give me a call, if not no worries we can still arrange something for just you and her that's not a problem mate," I said to him.
"No worries I'll see what I can do and give you a call," he said and then hung up the phone.
Happy with myself I decided to strike while the iron was hot and rang Paul. I went through the same thing with him as I had Nigel and asked if he could maybe get some of the other dad's at the school interested, although I did tell him I appreciate it'd be more awkward for him as he and the other dad's would have their wives to deceive and avoid. I told him about my conversation with Nigel and sowed the seed that maybe he and Nigel could work something out so that the school could be a meeting point for any interested dad's.
Happy with how things had gone I went to the cameras of her at work and was happy to see her hard at work with another stranger, a client I presumed who would be adding to the fat cheque I was expecting through the door later that month. I knew she'd been busy for the first week of the month so I was already expecting a sizable amount and she still had three weeks of the month to go.
It was at the end of the week on the Friday morning when my phone rang and Nigel's number flashed across the screen.
"Hi Nigel, any news for me?" I asked him and laughed.
"I'm going to need some evidence, some of the teachers just don't believe high flying prim and proper Fiona would act so slutty, I was thinking of calling her in tonight to discuss Alice," he said and laughed.
"No problem, call her up and tell her how you expect her dress for the meeting and I'll bring her up," I said.
"Ok I'll do that," he said.
"How many are interested by the way Nigel, and is the headmaster on board?" I quizzed him hoping for the best.
"With me included there are four I approached and the headmaster is one, they all want proof though hence tonight's meeting," he said.
"Great, I'll see you tonight," I said and hung up.
It was midway through Fiona's lunch break when I watched her answer the phone and heard her say hi Nigel in to the receiver and then listen intently for a few minutes and then agree with the word yes before hanging up. She then picked up the phone and hit a button and a moment later my phone rang.
"Whore," I said.
"Owner Nigel Mann has rang me and said that I need to go in to the school at six o clock to discuss Alice's behaviour," she said in to the phone softly.
"Ok, I'll run you up there whore," I told her.
"He said I was to wear a short skirt with no knickers and a white blouse with no bra, high heels and stockings owner," she said seemingly confused as to why he requested her to dress so inappropriately to the school to discuss her daughter.
"Remember it was only last week you were milking his balls in the car park so if that's how he wants you to dress then that is how you will dress whore, I'll see you out front at five," I said and hung up the phone.
We left the house later that evening at five fifty, the school wasn't far away by car, and Fiona was dressed as requested by Nigel ready for her meeting. We parked round the back of the school in the teachers' car park that was deserted except for a blue Vauxhall insignia which I assumed to be Nigel's. The walk down in to the side entrance was about a minute long in the cold and Fiona's nipples had been affected by the cold and were pushing against the material of her blouse.
Nigel had told Fiona to meet him in the staff room which was at the end of the corridor past the headmasters' office. Fiona lead the way as she was obviously slightly familiar with the layout from previous parents evenings or induction days and she pushed the door to the staff room and I followed her in letting the door close behind me.
Nigel was sat on a big seat opposite a large cream sofa and other seats with a big grin on his face. Behind his seat set up on a tripod was a video camera.
"Glad you could make it Fiona," he said, "If you wouldn't mind just standing there for me," he said pointing at the floor in front of the sofa and directly in front of the camera, "You can sit there," he said to me pointing at the seat in the corner out of camera shot. He'd certainly planned his part.
"What's with the camera Mr Mann?" Fiona asked dumbly as the realisation of the meeting seemed to register in her mind.
"We record after school meetings with parents now in case we have any trouble, you're not going to cause me any troubles though are you Fiona?" he said looking her up and down letting his eyes linger on her big nipples and cleavage. "Do you think you're dressed correctly for a meeting with your daughters teacher Fiona?" he asked.
"No Mr Mann," she answered.
"Well why are you dressed like a slut then?" he asked relishing his job of getting as much of her slutty behaviour and submissive nature on film for his colleagues.
"Because this is how you told me to dress Mr Mann," she said looking at me momentarily but she was met with a blank expression that told her she was on her own.
"Well prove to me that you aren't wearing knickers then Fiona and then we can begin the meeting," he said, "Lift your skirt up round your waist," he instructed her.
