Denise woke up the next morning, in her own bed, as she tried to remember the events from the night before. It was all quite a blur, she wasn't even sure how she got home...she remembered being at her student Dick's house for dinner, his apology, and then things got a bit hazy...she thought she remembered Candy, the maid, telling her she used to be a teacher...she must have dreamed that, she thought, along with other things – like watching herself on a movie screen, and having dessert eaten off of her...
She sighed and rubbed her eyes as she got up and started getting ready for another day of school. As she pulled on a blouse and slacks, she thought to herself that she really shouldn't have gone to a student's house for dinner, but she did get the apology she had been wanting, so this one time maybe it was okay. No harm seemed to be done.
Her morning classes went very smoothly, especially her third period class; Dick, Sara, and Melanie were all on their best behavior. Denise was so relieved – she finally felt like maybe things were getting back to normal again. She ate her lunch, and then, as she walked past the office on her way back to her classroom, she saw Stella inside, waving at her to come in.
"Yes Stella, what is it?" Denise asked as she strolled into the office.
"Hey, Denise, I just got a call a minute ago, from that lady in California, the one you spoke to on Monday? A Ms. Stewart?" Stella handed her a slip of paper with the phone number. "I was about to have someone run it down to you..."
"Thanks, I'll call her back from here if that's ok?" Denise asked as she spied an empty office to the right.
"Sure, go ahead," Stella answered. Denise walked into the office, shut the door behind herself, and dialed the number.
"Yes, may I speak to Ms. Stewart?" she asked when the secretary answered.
"Sure, she's right here," the woman replied.
"This is Vice Principal Stewart, how may I help you?" a familiar voice asked.
"Oh hi, this is Denise, from Virginia, you just called for me?"
"Yes," Ms. Stewart replied, "I just wanted to check on your situation, after we talked the other day, I've been a bit worried for you. Have you gotten rid of him yet?"
"Oh no," Denise answered cheerfully, "the problem's all taken care of. I met his dad yesterday, and after he got done with Richard, he was falling all over himself apologizing to me! He hasn't been a problem ever since!"
"Really?" Ms. Stewart asked in amazement. "Wow, that's wonderful...after what happened here with Candi, I was afraid it was happening all over again..."
"Candi..." Denise repeated, "that was the teacher's name?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason," Denise replied. "Yes, I think between his father and I, we finally got through to him!"
"You seem very sure of yourself, Denise. I'd still be a bit careful if I were you, he is like a wolf in sheep's clothing. He may seem harmless now, but that might be what he wants you to think..."
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind," Denise said as she said goodbye and hung up the phone. 'It's just a coincidence,' she thought, 'that the teacher and the maid are both named Candy...' and she didn't give it another thought as she walked down to her room to finish the school day.
2
Denise drove home from school that afternoon, feeling very happy and confident. It was another beautiful day, weather-wise; the temperature had been near 70 that afternoon. She arrived home and walked through her front door, stopping in the kitchen to set her purse down on one of the stools by the counter. Just as she turned around to head towards her bedroom, the doorbell rang.
"Who could that be?" Denise wondered as she turned the other way, to answer the door. She opened it to see Ashley and Barbie standing there in the doorway. They were both dressed and made up as if they had just come back from some kind of modeling shoot. "Ashley? Barbie?" Denise asked in surprise, "what are you doing here? How did you know where I live?"
"Oh," Ashley replied as they took a step in, "we came with Dick," and Denise gasped as she saw her student standing behind the two girls as they walked in together.
"Richard! What are you doing here?"
"It's Dick," he smiled as he stepped between Ashley and Barbie, towards his shocked teacher. She backed away from him, against the kitchen counter, feeling his eyes on her as he stepped closer to her. He had a bag in his hand, which he set down next to her purse on the stool. Then he moved his fingers against her stomach, sliding them between the buttons of her blouse, and against her bare skin. Denise let out a soft whimper as her arms dropped to her sides. "Good girl. You remembered who is in control here."
Denise's eyes widened. "What? What about your apology yesterday...?"
"You really aren't the brightest crayon in the box, my little teacher," Dick answered with a smirk. His fingers moved up and down her abdomen, undoing the buttons on the lower half of her blouse as he spoke. "You really thought this was over? You believed my little 'apology'?" He laughed. "I'm going to take you out tonight."
"Take me out?" Denise exclaimed, "I'm your teacher, not your prom date!" She stiffened a bit as his fingers moved up, opening the rest of the buttons on her green blouse.
"You'll be whatever I want you to be, Denise," Dick stated calmly as he slipped the blouse down from her shoulders and off. He smiled at her pretty light-green bra. "I'm going to take you out tonight," he repeated, "but first, we have to get you ready," and he reached behind her, unhooking her bra and pulling it away from her chest, twirling it in front of the stunned teacher.
"Get me ready? Where are we going? What do you mean?"
"All in due time, just relax," Dick replied as he hung her blouse and bra up on empty hooks that were hanging above her kitchen counter. He gave her bare breasts a quick and gentle massage, smiling at the change in her expression. His right hand slipped down to her slacks, unbuttoning them and letting them fall to the floor, and revealing her light-green matching panty, which he eased down to the floor next. "Sit up here, Denise," Dick said as he patted the countertop.
Denise's expression was one of utter confusion as she felt herself obeying, pulling herself up onto the counter, her feet dangling as Dick finished removing her slacks, panty, stockings, and heels. She had been so sure that she had regained complete control of this situation - how could she have been so wrong? Why wasn't she fighting against what was happening? She gasped as she felt his hand easily push her thighs apart to inspect what was between them.
