Chapter 17

After interviewing all of the students in Ivy's failing class, Mister Daniels forced one girl to tell him the truth about how they were able to pass their final exams. He called Ivy to his office immediately.

When Ivy strolled into his office she figured the old geezer wanted a quick blow-job.

"Well, well, Miss Crane-" he began. "I know all about your little trick with the master sheet."

Oh Christ! Ivy said to herself.

"That was a serious and stupid thing for you to do. You leave me very little choice in how I must deal with you. You can't expect me to keep you on my staff."

For a brief moment Ivy saw herself dressed in rags and out in the street with cold snow falling all around her. Teaching was her life. She was sorry for what she had done. She was angry with Eve for opening up this complex way of life to her. Too many people had gotten involved with her, one of them had to squeal. "I must suspend you."

She wanted to know if they could compromise somehow. A ruthless smile crossed his face; he knew she was cornered, had no way out. He decided to offer her the position of being his personal sex-slave. If she accepted, he'd be silent. Ivy jumped at the opportunity, would have done anything to continue as a teacher.

Seeing the woman begging for mercy pleased him, made him feel god-like. He nodded his head affirmatively. He saw tears appear in the corners of Ivy's eyes.

After the encounter with Mister Daniels, Ivy was in need of Mary. When the school day ended, Ivy begged Mary to take her home with her. At Mary's apartment Ivy displayed much aggressive tension; she wanted to use the dildo on Mary. Smiling lewdly, Mary undressed and plopped herself down on the bed. In the meantime, Ivy undressed and strapped on the dildo. She quickly knelt between Mary's raised thighs and poked the head of the dildo between Mary's glistening pussy lips.

Mary reached up with her hands and took hold of Ivy's dangling tits. "Ummmmm, I've waited so long," Mary breathed as the thick dildo pushed into her juicy hole. Soon the make-believe cock was sheathed in Mary's pussy up to its make-believe balls. Ivy lay down upon the writhing body, embracing Mary with her arms. Mary crossed her legs over Ivy's rump, dug her heels into Ivy's rising and falling ass.

Ivy kissed Mary's face, she licked the woman's hot flesh. She fucked the squirming body; the thick cock slid easily back and forth in the liquid hole. Mary offered no resistance to the fuck. Her cunt was full of juice; she was eager for the fuck. She dug her teeth into Ivy's smooth shoulder as the head of the cock pushed upward against her cervix. She held Ivy tightly, groaning softly in the woman's ear, licking her throbbing neck. Ivy kissed Mary's face and neck. She licked her face and ears. She soon had Mary delirious with sexual desire. "Fuck me harder," Mary whimpered.

Ivy plunged the big cock back and forth in the sopping pussy-it was as if she were screwing Mister Daniels. She was brutal, yet Mary was screaming for more.

Mary had no idea what was going on inside Ivy's head, she only wanted to be fucked. And she was being fucked. She surrendered wholly to the other woman. She thought only of her pleasure. And she got all the pleasure she could handle.

When the fuck was over, Ivy told Mary about her run-in with Mister Daniels. She told Mary about the deal she had made to be his sex-slave.

Although she was sympathetic, Mary told Ivy that she had no choice but to go along with the man's wishes. She said that Ivy was in no position to fight the man.

"But I hate him. There has to be a way out for me," Ivy told Mary.

"I suppose you could have him killed," Mary said in a very forthright manner.

"Oh, I don't know," Ivy said.