Miss Johnson

AUTHORS NOTE:

This story contains descriptions of explicit lesbian sexual acts between high school teenagers and adults. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

This story is a work of fiction. The characters contained within do not refer to any actual persons either living or dead. The "Everson School for Girls" is a fictionalized place created solely for literary purposes and does not in any way refer to an actual school under the same name, whether wholly or in part.

Miss Johnson

Part I - The Seduction

"Come on, Mandy, move your ass...we're going to be late!"

Amanda Martin ignored the plea from outside her dorm room. Her attention was instead focused on something slightly more important: Finding her history book. Perfect,' she thought, Not only am I going to be late, but I'm also going to be without one of my fucking books!' She searched frantically around the room looking for the lost text, already imagining the scolding that was sure to come if she showed up to class without it. She glanced over at the clock on her nightstand. It read 7:48 am. Classes started at 8:00.

There was a knock at the door, followed quickly by the sound of it being opened. The head of Amanda's best friend, Nicole Taylor, appeared in the doorway. "Okay," she said, "what's going on?"

"I can't find by history book," replied Amanda. "I was sure I'd put it with the rest of my stuff last night, but..."

Before she could finish, Nicole calmly walked over to the small desk in the corner and picked it up. She held it up for her friend to see with a look that spoke volumes.

Amanda let out a sigh of embarrassment. "Okay, I'm stupid," she said.

"Come on, let's go," said Nicole. "We've got about five minutes." The two girls left the room and began making their way towards Hainsworth Hall, the main academic building at the Everson School for Girls. It was the first week of September, and fall had already started to set in around the New England campus. A slight chill in the air, the leaves beginning to whither and turn color -- signs that winter was on its way, and another school year had begun.

Everson's campus was not very large - it didn't need to be, with less than 300 students in attendance. What it lacked in size, however, it more than made up for in reputation as one of the finest college prepatory schools in the north east. It was located in a remote part of western Massachusetts near the little town of Pittsfield, some 35 minutes away from Albany, New York. It had all the trappings of schools like Hanover and Exeter, and wielded about as much academic clout when it came to college acceptance. Some 77% of its graduates went on to schools in the Ivy League, and its alumni included 3 CEOs of fortune five hundred companies, as well as two US Senators. On this day, the bell in the high tower above Hainsworth Hall tolled to welcome the start of the fall semester, including its two newest students.

Nicole and Amanda had been friends since they were five years old. Their fathers had been computer wiz kids who dropped out of college to start their own software company during the mid-seventies. Today, with a multi-billion dollar conglomerate at their fingertips, their rags-to-riches story was the stuff of legends, and their success was the standard by which all other companies in the modern era measured their own achievements.

Of course, none of this mattered to Nicole and Amanda. Theirs were the lives of two ordinary high school teenagers, caring about little else except their latest boyfriends. They spent their first three years of high school in southern California where they were popular and had many friends. It was a happy time for both of them -- weekends at the beach, summertime vacations to Mexico and Hawaii. And each September, school would pick up again where it had left off. Naturally, it couldn't go on forever, for they would both soon be seniors, and then graduate. But it made little difference. Each was content to go to college near their home, carry out their lives in happiness, and remain friends forever.

But fate got in the way, as it often does, playing what appeared to be the cruelest trick possible. As part of an ongoing expansion plan, their fathers' had decided to shift the company's corporate offices from Los Angeles to just outside of Boston, which meant both families uprooting completely and resettling in the north east. Nicole and Amanda were heartbroken. Moving at the start of their senior year? This was so unfair! This was supposed to be the best year of their lives, the last chance to be wild & crazy with all of their friends before they took off for college. And now they were asked to give all that up because their fathers wanted to work in Boston? It just wasn't fair!

Fair or not, the die was cast, and there wasn't any use fighting it. Besides, their parents had wanted to leave California for other reasons as well. Both fathers had long wanted to give their children the best possible start in life, and that meant the finest education they could afford. Camden High wasn't exactly renown for its academics, which would limit the girls choices for going to college. Moving to New England with its many reputed prep schools would solve that problem. After all, they were both powerful and affluent. Why not use some of that power to help their daughters?

Neither Nicole nor Amanda wanted to rock the boat and risk upsetting their parents, so despite being unhappy they decided to make the best of it. It didn't all end unhappily, however. Both were fortunate to have parents with enough sense to recognize that being a high school senior was both a pivotal and tenuous time for an eighteen year old -- especially an eighteen year old girl. They promised to send the girls to the same school together, so that they would have each other for companionship.

It was decided, then, that they would go to Everson, the best school of its kind on the eastern seaboard. Being on the other side of the state wasn't exactly heartwarming, but their parents promised to fly to visit them once a month. The one thing they did have was their friendship, and each was grateful knowing the other would be there to help smooth the bumpy ride.

"I hate this skirt," Amanda complained. "It itches."

"Relax, you'll get used to it," replied Nicole.

"I hate these awful uniforms. I feel like I'm in grade school again."

"Oh, come on! We're rubbing elbows with major league players up here. All the big shot families send their kids to Everson. I checked. Tell me you're not the least bit excited about that."

"I could care less. I was perfectly happy back home."

Nicole sighed. "I thought we had an agreement not to talk about that."

"I know, I know...," said Amanda. Her tone was wistful.

Nicole took her friends arm and turned to look at her. "Look, it's just like I said. You and I both know you wouldn't have had a shot in hell of getting that international scholarship to Oxford, right? Well, take a look around you. With your brains and the grades you're going to get from this place you'll be a shoe in for just about any school in the country -- including Oxford." She looked closely at Amanda. "That is still what you want, isn't it?"

"I guess so. I don't know..." Amanda just stared at the ground.

"Mandy..."

"Ok, Ok." She paused. "It's just that I HATE this -- new school, new place, all our friends back home..." Tears were welling up now.

Despite being friends, Amanda and Nicole were very different in almost every way. Amanda was the introvert --shy, conservative, and very resistant to change. She had taken the move east much harder than Nicole, having left a boyfriend of two years behind her. She was also the finest student at Camden High, expected to be her graduating class' valedictorian - another reason to be upset for leaving. Nicole on the other hand was definitely more outgoing, almost to the point of being wild. She loved trying anything new, even dangerous. She once was arrested by the Newport Beach Police for driving her father's Porsche to the local mall when she was still only fifteen. She wasn't the brainiac that Mandy was, but that didn't bother her since she was still a better than average student. She was able to let the hardships of youth simply slide off her shoulders, and although she wasn't exactly happy to be away from home either, she dealt with being at Everson a lot better than Mandy did.

Lending some of that strength to help comfort her best friend was Nicole's concern at the moment. She put her arm on Amanda's shoulder. "I know. I know how hard this is."

Amanda quickly composed herself and managed a smile. "You're right," she said, "it's for the best. Thank goodness you're here, Nicky. I don't know what I would've done without you."

"Hey, what are friends for?" Nicole smiled. "Come on, we're late."

And so began the New Year at Everson, with two unhappy but resilient young ladies hurrying off to the first class of their senior year. Both were confident the malaise of the present would soon be consumed by the new experiences they would share and the education they would be receiving. And an education did await them, although not the one either of them expected.

"Well?" Nicole asked.

"Ok, ok, you were right," said Amanda. She was in a much better mood than before. The morning classes had gone as smooth as silk, and Amanda was quite impressed with the teachers she'd been assigned. Everson was turning out to be not so bad after all. "Thanks, Nicky."

"Any time, kiddo."

It was lunchtime, and the girls were eating with the other students at the school cafeteria shortly before the afternoon classes were due to begin.

Amanda looked at her watch. "We've got some time," she said. "You want to go freshen up before we head to English Lit?"

"You know, that reminds me," Nicky said. "Have you heard anything weird about our English teacher, Miss Johnson?"

"Weird? What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm not exactly sure, but something kind of strange happened to me last night."

"You're kidding! What?"

Nicky slid her chair around to sit closer to Amanda and lowered her voice as she spoke. "I was hanging out in the quad last night just relaxing in front of the TV, and some of the other girls were in playing cards or something. I heard them talking, but I wasn't paying much attention. I heard them lower their voices when someone mentioned Miss Johnson."

"So?"

"It's just like I told you -- weird. For the next ten minutes she was all they could talk about -- "Miss Johnson" this and "Miss Johnson" that. They were like...oh, I don't know -- giddy, almost, as if they were stoned or something. And they were giggling constantly. Then all of a sudden, they all looked over at me and REALLY started laughing."

Now it was Mandy's turn to be the consoling one. "Come on, Nicky. One of them probably just made an offhanded comment about `the new girl', that's all."

Nicky shook her head. "I don't think so. You didn't see them, the looks on their faces. It was really spooky."

"You've got to be kidding me," Mandy looked at her friend with a shocked expression. "You? Spooked? About a conversation some girls were having? Come on, Nicky! This is so beneath you."

Nicole shrugged. "Oh, maybe you're right. I don't know. But I still don't like it. I haven't even MET Miss Johnson yet, and already she gives me the creeps."

Mandy wiped her mouth with a napkin and stood up. "We've got ten minutes..."

"You think I'm full of it, don't you?"

Mandy bent down to look her friend in the eye. "I think you're one of the bravest people I've ever met, and I think that for something to spook you it must be really scary. That's why I'm having a hard time imagining something like some ordinary school girl banter climbing under your skin."

"It's not the girls that bother me, it's Miss Johnson. You telling me you haven't heard anything strange about her."

"Nothing, except that she's supposed to be one of the toughest teachers in the school. You know what that means? Endless homework!"

"Great. Either I'm imagining things or I'm going completely nuts."

Amanda all of a sudden felt ashamed, even though this wasn't all that big a deal. But it wasn't often Nicky looked to her for solace. Weird or not, right now it was important for her to show support. "Look, you're not nuts. If it'll make you feel better, I'll keep my eyes open during class, and if I see anything out of the ordinary I'll let you know about it after class, Ok?"

Nicky smiled. "Thanks pal."

"Anytime -- Kiddo!"

The girls laughed as they picked up their trays and left.

"...and that will take us through December. Next semester will be entirely devoted to the works of Shakespeare, and that includes the senior play."

Sheila Marie Johnson, or simply "Miss Johnson" to her students, was a formidable presence in the classroom to say the least. 38 years old, holding three Bachelor of Arts degress, she was a doctoral expert in Education and English Literature. She loved teaching, and had been doing so for over 15 years, her last 6 having been spent at Everson. The faculty and head master had long ago accepted her as the finest teacher in the school, which was no surprise considering her training and background. In fact, the only oddity was why she chose to remain at Everson. Her credentials could have easily have landed her a position at any Ivy League school or other top university in the country. But here at Everson she remained, content to be an ordinary prep school English teacher because that's what she enjoyed -- and for other reasons, too.

Whatever the case, her educational prowess was enough to intimidate even the brightest of students. What made her even more daunting, however, were her obvious physical charms, the likes of which she possessed in abundance and took full advantage of -- in more ways than one. Soft brown hair piled gently on top of her head framed a graceful face highlighted by a pair of soft brown eyes, eyes so intensely dark they could melt steel when fixed upon. A simple long, black skirt showed off her rounded hips and narrow waist, and a white ruffled shirt fit just well enough to frame what obviously a very ample bosom.

Such attributes would be enough to give any teenage boy enough to fantasize about, but her allure didn't stop there. Whether it was walking, talking, moving about the classroom, or simply standing still, Miss Johnson exuded an aura that was almost unnerving, almost like a lion in a hen house taking it's time choosing its prey. Her voice was deep and rich, and she had a way of speaking that could only be described as sultry.

Nicky was right, Mandy thought. Miss Johnson WAS weird. Mandy had found that part out herself after raising her hand to ask a question. All while she was talking, Miss Johnson just stared right at her, her eyes boring into Mandy's without fear or shame. Something else was strange as well. Miss Johnson had made each student write out a hundred word essay on whom they were and where they were from, sort of a quick "get to know you" exercise to start the class. While she was writing her essay, Mandy had noticed that Miss Johnson would every so often stop at a particular girl's desk and lean over to see what they were writing, and in doing so touch their arm or put her hand on their shoulder in a very familiar and deliberate fashion. Mandy looked over at Nicky. Nicky didn't seem to be put off by any of it. Strange, Mandy thought, Nicky came to me about Miss Johnson being weird, yet here I am getting the willies.

The bell rang. "Class dismissed," Miss Johnson said at last. The students began picking up their books and heading for the door. Mandy leaned over to Nicky. "We need to talk. Let's get out..."

"Ah, Miss Taylor? May I see you for a moment, please?" Miss Johnson called out.

The girls exchanged strange glances. "Go ahead," Nicky said. "I'll meet you outside. Wait for me." Mandy nodded and left the room.

Mandy stood impatiently in the hallway waiting for Nicky, more than just a little worried. What could Nicky have done to warrant an after class "chat?" It couldn't be a reprimand; neither she nor Nicole had done anything to incur Miss Johnson's ire. In fact, neither of them said barely a word all through class.

"I guess your friend made quite a first impression."

Mandy blinked. Three of the other girls had walked up to her. All three were smiling strangely. One of them, a tall lanky blonde, had spoken to her.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?"

"Well, I mean Miss Johnson must, um, think very highly of her. She rarely calls students after class unless she has good reason."

Mandy looked confused. "She didn't say anything during class for Miss Johnson to think highly of her for."

"She didn't have to." The other two girls started giggling.

Mandy was getting mad. "What's going on here? Is this some kind of joke?"

"I'm sorry," the blonde said back. "Look, you're new here, and we just thought someone should at least let you know about Miss Johnson's thing."

"Her `thing'?"

"Your friend's cute," one of the other girls said.

"Cute?"

"Yeah, cute. You know - good looking, nice body. Cute."

"So? So what?"

The three girls just stood there and looked at each other, giggling helplessly.

It hit Mandy like a freight train. Her eyes went wide. "What exactly are you saying - that Miss Johnson is a lesbian? And that she's making a pass at my best friend?!?"

"Oh, no, no!" the blonde went on. "Miss Johnson would NEVER do something like that -- at least during school hours!" More giggling.

Mandy's jaw almost hit the floor. She couldn't believe it. A lesbian teacher?!? In an all girls school?!?!?

The bell rang. "Uh-oh, we're gonna be late," the blonde said. "See you later. Tell your friend to watch out -- Miss Johnson can be VERY persuasive." The three girls took off laughing down the hall, leaving Mandy standing weakly in the middle of the hall.

She still couldn't believe it. A lesbian teacher? Here, at a college prep school? For girls?!? All of a sudden she realized Nicole was still in there with her! Come on, Nicky, get out of there!

Finally, Nicky emerged from the classroom. Mandy took her arm and marched her down the hallway.

"Well?"

"She says she wants to see me at the end of the day."

"She said WHAT?!?"

"She says she wants to talk to me about my transcript from our old school."

"Now we've REALLY gotta talk!"

"What? What is it?"

Mandy stopped the two of them, then looked around to make sure they were alone. "She's a dyke!"

Nicole just looked at her with a blank stare. "She's what?"

"You heard me!"

Now it was Nicky's turn to look bewildered. "Where did you hear this?"

"Three of the girls we were in class with told me just now!"

"Was one of them a blonde with a big mouth?"

"Yes."

"It figures. She was one of the ones in the quad last night."

"You should've seen her & her friends. They were just like you said, Nicky, giggling all the time as they were telling me, like they were letting me in on some big joke -- except this isn't funny. They told me that Miss Johnson has her eye on YOU!!"

"What? You've got to be kidding me!"

"I'm telling you its true!"

Nicole thought for a moment then shook her head. "It can't be. This place is way too old-fashioned for something like that. If there was any truth to it, the head master would've bounced her out of here a long time ago."

"I don't believe this! You were the one at lunch today who said that she was weird. And you were right! You saw her in class today. Doesn't anything about this bother you?"

"Well, do you see the ridiculousness of it? Come on, Mandy, a lesbian teacher at an all girl's school? Give me a break. Besides, did you get a look at her? She looks like something out of a lingerie catalog!"

"A-hem!" It was Miss Grogins, the history teacher. "Don't you ladies have another class?"

Nicole answered up. "Yes, Miss Grogins. We're going right now."

"Nicky, don't go back there today," Mandy said as they hurried along. "Even if it isn't true, you were right - she's WAY too weird. And there's no telling what'll happen if you two are alone."

"What am I going to do, not go? If I don't show, I'll be in trouble with the headmaster! I've got to go back."

"Nicky, please..."

"Listen, does this look like the type of place that would tolerate a lesbian English teacher? This school is so conservative I'm surprised they have cable television. She wouldn't dare make a pass at a student & risk ruining her reputation, not to mention going to jail!"

"I don't know. I still don't like it."

"Don't worry, I'll be careful. I'm sure it's just going to be friendly conversation about my grades."

She was wrong.

Miss Johnson's classroom was remotely located at the end of the third hall of the academic's building. By the time Nicole had returned, the hallway was dark. The other classrooms had been locked up for the day, and there was no one else around except for her.

Nicky's thoughts kept gravitating back to her conversation with Mandy earlier that day. She kept thinking about was Mandy had said about Miss Johnson - and about how insistent she was that Nicky take her seriously. It couldn't be true, Nicky thought - a beautiful woman like Miss Johnson a lesbian in a place like Everson? No Way! Still, Nicky felt more than just a little nervous as she approached the classroom. She looked inside to see Miss Johnson pouring over some papers, and then gently knocked on the door.

"Ah, Miss Taylor. Come in, come in. Please, sit down."

Nicky went to sit in one of the classroom chairs when Miss Johnson stopped her.

"No, no. Not there. Over here, in the corner. This is what I like to call my tutoring area."

In the corner were two plush sitting chairs facing crossways. Nicky sat in one just as Miss Johnson was finishing up.

"There, that's better," the teacher said out loud. She stood up and stretched herself, her large breasts outlining the fabric of her blouse. Nicole had to admit, she was a beautiful woman. She hoped she would look that good when she got older.

Miss Johnson finished stretching and turned to take a good look at young Nicole Taylor -- the latest in a long line of girls who, unbeknownst to her, had fallen into Miss Johnson's sexy little trap.

Miss Johnson had coveted her young students for some time. A confirmed lesbian since her days in college, she enjoyed nothing more than the sweet seduction of an innocent girl, feasting herself on the supple young bodies she ogled at day after day. To her, there was no greater pleasure than enrapturing one of her own students, bringing them to heights they had only dreamed of let alone experienced.

Unfortunately, being in a place like Everson made pursuing such a lustful enterprise very tricky. It wasn't as if she could satisfy her appetites openly. Inappropriate relationships between staff and students was still considered taboo, and it was frowned on even more so at Everson. All it took was one misconduct accusation from a disgruntled student and that would be it. That wasn't acceptable for Sheila Johnson. She enjoyed teaching and didn't want to endanger her career because of her wanton sexuality.

To this end, she held a very special secret, one that allowed her to both teach and indulge her own carnality as she wished. It was something that enabled any young teenager with trepidations to release her inhibitions -- and allowed Miss Johnson to simply take what she wanted.

That brought her back here, and to the subject at hand. Miss Johnson's oozing sensuality was no accident but instead a carefully crafted radar intended to seek out the most desirable possibilities. It served her well in years past, revealing a number of experiences that were both exciting and satisfying. She intended that line to continue with her latest quarry, a very nervously sitting Nicole Taylor.

Hmmm, lovely, Miss Johnson thought -- adorable face, hazel eyes, brown hair in a Dutch boy hairdo. Athletic body, rounded in all the right places, including a very sizeable bust carefully concealed underneath her school uniform. Miss Johnson found women with big breasts particularly sexy, and Nicole's endowment was one most adult women would die for, let alone her classmates. But what caught Miss Johnson's eye the most was Nicole's mouth -- smallish, with wonderful little lips. Yes, Miss Johnson thought, lovely. This one will be enjoyable.

She spoke up. "Are you all right, my dear?"

"Yes, Miss Johnson."

"Relax, you aren't in any trouble. I just thought you and I could have a little chat away from the hustle & bustle of the school day."

She sat down in the other chair and crossed her legs. "So, Miss Taylor, what do you think of Everson so far?"

"Its fine, Miss Johnson. It's a little different than my school back home."

"I'll bet. It's your old school I wanted to talk to you about. I've looked over your transcripts from your first three years in school. You've struggled a bit, haven't you?"

Here it comes, Nicky thought. She had never been anything more than a better than average student, something her father found hard to tolerate.

"Yes, Miss Johnson."

"Maybe I can help with that. I like to take on a small handful of students each year, students who I think have the potential to really do well -- if they had the proper guidance. What I do is set up a tutoring schedule with them so that they can have a little more specialized attention than what I can give in the classroom. Does this sound like it might interest you?"

"Yes, Miss Johnson." This perked Nicky's interest. She had always been content knowing she wasn't overly talented academically, but that didn't mean she didn't want to do better. She had long wanted to improve her grades in the hopes of getting into a decent college.

"Good. Now, the areas I wanted to focus on with you would be English and Advanced Math, since those appear to be your weakest areas. We'll set up a schedule, review your assignments and your homework, reexamine any areas of difficulty that crop up, and then monitor your progress throughout the year."

"I thought you only taught English Lit?"

The teacher smiled. "Trust me, Miss Taylor, I think you'll find me helpful on almost any subject." Including a few that I'm sure exist nowhere but in your wildest dreams, she thought silently.

"Wow." Nicky couldn't believe it. Here she was, a brand new student being offered the opportunity to be personally tutored by the best teacher in the school.

"Of course, it will take some work, but I don't think there's any reason not to expect reasonable improvement -- reasonable enough to get you into a top undergraduate program at any one of a number of good universities. That is your goal, isn't it?"

Nicky's eyes widened. "You mean like pre-law?"

"Exactly."

Going to law school had been nothing more than a distant dream for Nicky since she felt she didn't have the grades to get into undergraduate study at any college with a prominent law program, even the ones with most lenient of admission standards. This was the first time anyone outside her family had even suggested that her dream just might be a realistic possibility, and that made her very excited.

"Well, what do you think?"

"Miss Johnson, if you can help me get into a good pre-law program, that would be awesome!"

"A pleasure, my dear." So eager to please, this one, the teacher thought silently. In the blink of an eye, Nicole had gone from apprehensive to totally at ease, which was precisely what Miss Johnson intended -- and why Nicky was completely oblivious to what happened next. Yes, quite enjoyable indeed. It was time.

"By the way, didn't I also see in your transcripts that you had quite an aptitude for art?" the teacher asked as she stood and walked to her desk.

"Yes, Miss Johnson."

"I have something here I think you'll find quite a liking for."

She reached into her desk and took out a small, gold pocket watch with a matching gold chain.

She sat down again. "Here, have a look at this."

She showed the watch to Nicole, who couldn't help but marvel at its beauty. The outside had an unusual design that could only have been hand crafted.

"That's beautiful, Miss Johnson. Is it a family air loom?"

"No, it's something I bought while I was traveling in Europe. The design on the front gives off a unique glow when it catches the light, but you must watch very carefully. Here..."

She moved closer and held the watch by its chain upto Nicole's face, who leaned in closer to get a better look. "Do you see the light as it catches the gold?"

"Yes, Miss Johnson."

"Good." She began swinging the watch in front of Nicole. "Now...keep your eyes on the watch and look for the light to glow. You'll begin to see it in a moment..yes, that's right, just relax...see how it moves, back and forth, back and forth, so soothing and relaxing...very good, my dear..."

Miss Johnson continued her suggestive discourse, the watch maintaining its pendulous motion in front of Nicole, who couldn't help but follow it's every move with growing curiosity. The watch sparkled and danced as it moved around, giving off an odd appearance, flickering in and about as the lights from the classroom shown on it. Nicole found she had to focus her attention quite closely in order to see it. The harder it was to see, the more focused Nicole became.

Nicole stared intently, her eyes transfixed on the golden object as it swayed gently in front of her. She found it captivating, unaware of its true nature -- or where it was taking her. She could still hear Miss Johnson in the background speaking to her, the teachers voice soft and gentle, yet penetrating and commanding, as if Nicole had no choice but to do as Miss Johnson told her. She began to feel strange.

"Miss, Johnso..." Her voice trailed off.

Miss Johnson smiled wickedly. "Just keep watching, my dear," she soothed. "Yes, that's it, just relax and keep watching...feel yourself letting go, all the tension in your body disappearing...let go of every thought except the sound of my voice and that lovely glow in front of you...yes, very good...calming...peaceful...you're beginning to feel very sleepy now, your eyelids getting heavier and heavier..."

It was done. Nicole was hers. Even if the girl wanted to look away, she couldn't. It was too late. The watch had her mesmerized, slowly luring her in to a place from whence there was no escape, a place where Miss Johnson could have her way with her without distraction or hesitation. She was, of course, being hypnotized, Miss Johnson being a master of the technique that she had used time and time again on students just like Nicole. She learned how during her college years, having been seduced herself by her fifty something English teacher who in turn introduced her to the pleasures of loving women. Now, she was using her skills yet again to pursue the latest apple of her lustful eye. And it worked to perfection as Nicole's face went blank. Her mind thought of nothing else except that beautiful watch and the sound of Miss Johnson, the two forces working in concert to surround Nicole, enveloping her, gently breaking down her resistance and sending her into a deep, deep sleep. A few moments more and she would belong completely to the older woman to do with as she pleased.

And so it began. The trap had been sprung. Nicole had been caught totally off guard without realizing what was happening to her, and because of it, her whole life was about to change. She was now in the hands of her tormentress, a master of seduction who used her talents to draw whomever she desired into an inescapable web of sensuality. In a few short minutes, Nicole was fast asleep.