Baited After School

Crystal Rush stands in the teachers' lounge, chin lifted, boasting she could never be fooled. Elizabeth Skylar watches with a small, dangerous smile, already picturing how the uptight brunette will melt once the blindfold slips on. Later, the bell rings empty halls. Crystal steps into the classroom in nothing but a crisp white shirt, skirt already hiked, and lets Elizabeth tie a silk scarf over her eyes. Her breath catches when she’s bent forward across the cool desk, wrists held lightly behind her back. She feels Elizabeth’s hands on her, spreading her open, and then a tongue—warm, eager, relentless—slides between her folds. She moans, thinking it’s Elizabeth’s mouth driving her wild, but Sarah Lace has crept in on bare feet, her tiny pierced nipples brushing the inside of Crystal’s thighs as the student laps and sucks. Elizabeth watches from the side, fingers working her own clit while the blonde works the older woman from behind. Crystal’s hips rock. The tongue pushes deeper; fingers slide inside her and curl just right. She gasps, almost coming, but the scarf slips. When she twists and sees the wrong girl between her legs, her eyes go wide—then darker. A flush climbs her throat. She could stop this. She doesn’t. "I was wrong," she breathes. Elizabeth steps forward, nipples brushing Crystal’s lips, and the three of them tumble into the kind of afternoon no lesson plan ever covered.