"Uuuhh..." Denise mumbled as she began to wake.
"Good morning doll," Dick said as he turned to face his waking teacher. "I hope you slept well..."
"I...umm..." she mumbled as she rubbed her eyes. She was in his bed, naked, and they were both under the sheet. "What happened..."
Dick smiled as his hand went to caress her cheek. "You were wonderful last night..."
"I...last night...wonderful?" she asked, looking lost. "Oh my God...what time is it...school..."
"Don't worry about school," he replied. "I already called and let them know you wouldn't be in today..."
Denise shuddered as a feeling of déjà vu came over her. She shook her head in confusion. "Did I...did we..."
"No, honey, we didn't," he smiled.
"Oh, good..." she breathed. "Then...what am I doing here? Why aren't I in school..."
"Just relax, doll." His fingers ran through her hair. "Why are you so worried about school? You afraid they won't be able to handle things without you?"
"I...umm..." she mumbled, as her hand drifted down between her legs -- she couldn't feel her egg inside her, and she wanted to make sure it wasn't there.
"That's a great answer. Now, why do you think you're here?"
"I...umm...ohh god...I remember now, last night...you took me to a...club..."
"Yes. Yes, I did. And from all accounts, you had a really wonderful time."
"Oh my god," she gasped, "I got up on the stage, didn't I..."
"Yes. Yes, you did."
"Oh god, how much did I have to drink..." Denise's hand went to her temple.
"You got a little buzzed, doll. Now, do you really think it would have been wise for you to go to school today?"
"I...no...I guess not," she sighed. "Oh no...the school...what if they find out?"
"What if they find out what, doll?" He reached over to the nightstand and picked up a stack of photos, showing them to her one by one. "You mean, if they find out you got up on the stage at a strip club?"
Denise nodded, her eyes wide as she stared at the photo of her stripping out of the lavender dress.
"Or, if they find out you like to play with your food?" He grinned as he flipped to the next picture, of her lying on the bed, naked, covered in syrup, eggs, and bacon...
"Oh god..." Denise moaned, "that's me..."
"Yes, from breakfast a while ago. Yummy! Or maybe you mean, if they find out you like to be blindfolded and tied up in your own classroom?" And he flipped to one of the pictures from earlier in the week.
"No...not that..." she gasped.
"Or that you like to take a Jello bath?" He flipped to the next photo. "Or that you like to dress up like a Barbie doll?" He flipped again. "Or that you are such a nympho that you have orgasms over your teacher's desk?" He flipped one more time.
Denise was blushing hard and trembling, almost crying. "Oh God," she whimpered, "I-I can't go back there...I can't...what am I going to do?"
"Of course you can't. And why should you? If you haven't learned anything this week, you should have learned that you don't really belong there, in an academic institution..."
"I...don't...?" Denise whimpered.
"Of course not. You're a girl, a silly, empty-headed little girl. Now you're free, free to be what you were always meant to be..."
"I...I don't know...I..." she stammered as she started to get out of the bed, looking around for something to cover herself with as she did. She reached for the sheet, but he pulled it away from her firmly.
"I think you do know, Denise." She backed away from the bed, slowly, as he climbed over the side, approaching her with a gleam in his eye.
"What do you w-want from me...?" she whimpered as he stood before her. They were both completely naked, and try as she might, she couldn't help but look down at his hardening cock before her. He smiled as he watched her gaze locking on it.
