Don't Worry About It

Chapter 3

This is ridiculous, Larissa thought to herself as she sat in her car parked outside of the Weathervane. She had seen Ms. Walker leave campus and in a moment of madness, decided to follow her. "What on earth are you doing, Larissa," she whispered to herself, watching the young teacher enter the cafe with a messenger bag slung over her shoulder. Then, with her hands still white-knuckled on the steering wheel, she shapeshifted into a white-haired man in a long trench coat, her usual go-to for traveling unnoticed, and stepped out of the car. She found the Weathervane half-empty when she made her way to the counter and ordered a latte, trying her best not to peer over towards the table where Ms. Walker sat. Larissa glanced over and watched as the young teacher typed away on her laptop, completely absorbed in whatever she was doing. When Larissa's drink was ready, she sat in the back corner booth, right behind Ms. Walker with the perfect vantage point to see her laptop screen. She smiled to herself as she watched the dark-haired woman dutifully plan her lessons, reply to emails, and schedule meetings. It had been nearly two hours, and Larissa had long finished her latte when she began to feel a pang of guilt watching the unsuspecting teacher. Her thoughts drifted to the anonymous email and burning with curiosity; she pulled the story up on her phone. She began where she left off:

"Have you been a good girl for me?" she asked as I fiddled with the hem of my skirt. I looked up at her as she waited expectantly. "Yes, headmistress." The tall blonde woman bent down and whispered in my ear, "show me." I felt the heat rise in my cheeks and smiled. "Where, headmistress?" I asked sweetly. "On the desk. Now." I climbed onto the desk sitting to face her, my legs dangling off the side. "Show your headmistress what you do when you think of her at night," she whispered into my ear. I reached down and began to gently rub my clit through the thin cotton panties I wore. I started with long slow movements, building pressure gradually and feeling the heat grow. As I started to bite my lip and close my eyes, I felt her manicured fingers grab my chin, yanking my face toward hers. "Look at me," she said in a low hiss. "Who do you belong to?" "You, headmistress," I moaned, feeling the wetness of my arousal through my panties. Her grip tightened on my chin. "Now I want you to listen very carefully to me. Can you do that?" she asked in a patronizing voice. I nodded. "You are to do exactly as I say. You are going to remain silent. Not a word. Not a whisper. Do you understand?" I nodded again. "Good girl. If you don't follow instructions, I'll have no choice but to punish you. I would hate, just hate, to punish my good girl." I nodded obediently and watched as she ripped my panties off from under my skirt in one swift motion. I gasped as she tore it from my body and was met with a hand over my mouth. "Not. one. Sound," she murmured. She stood in front of the desk towering over me and pushed my knees apart. I watched as she bent down and placed a kiss on my neck while I felt her fingers graze my cunt. Even the light contact sent pleasure through my body, and I gripped the sides of the desk hard." "Needy little thing, aren't you?" she mused. She continued to play with me gently before, without warning, she plunged her fingers deep inside me. It took everything for me to bite back a scream, but I managed to remain quiet, and I saw her smirk in satisfaction. "You're doing so well for me, pet. Such a good little slut," she cooed. I felt my cheeks flush as she fucked me senselessly against the desk- listening to her breath and the filthy noises her fingers made plunging in and out of me. I was so close now and strained to remain silent. The tall woman stared down at me with lust in her eyes and seemed to be enjoying my struggle. "Are you going to come for me? I can feel how much you want to come, my good little whore. Be a good girl and come for mummy." Moments later I felt my orgasm take over as I threw my head back, mouth open and wanting. Each wave of pleasure crashed over me, and it wasn't long before I forgot myself and her rules and let out sighs and moans of ecstasy. It wasn't until the last surge of pleasure had subsided that I looked up at her and felt my heart stop. She had a hungry look on her face as her crimson lips curled into a sly smile. "You forget yourself, my girl. I thought you could follow simple instructions," she sighed in disappointment. "I'm sorry, headmistress," I started, but a finger was put to my lips to silence me. "Too late, dear. You know what I must do. But first, it seems you've made quite a mess," she held up her two fingers for me to see. I could see them glisten in the flickering firelight. "Suck," she said, bringing her fingers to my lips. I took them in my mouth and sucked them loudly while looking up at her with innocent eyes. "That's my good girl. My good little slut." When she was satisfied, she pulled her fingers from my mouth and examined them carefully. She then walked over to the fireplace and sat down on an armchair. "Come here." I slid off the desk and followed her. "I want you over my knee," she commanded. I carefully climbed onto her lap, draping myself over her knees. I felt her hand stroke my hair gently as she purred, "such a good girl." I felt my eyes grow heavy and found myself falling asleep next to the warmth of the fire when suddenly I felt her hand strike my ass. I shrieked in surprise and felt the hand that was stroking my hair twist itself into a fist and pull my head back. "You still haven't learned, have you?"

"Sir, are you done?" Larissa jumped at the voice. The teenage barista who had made her latte hours ago gestured to the empty cup in front of her. "Yes, thank you," she said, almost forgetting that she was still in her shapeshifted form. She put her phone face down on the table and glanced around her as if the few people in the cafe had known what she was reading. She checked her watch and realized it had been nearly three hours since she entered the cafe and cursed herself for wasting so much time. I can't believe I could be this stupid, she thought to herself and began to leave her booth when something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. A familiar-looking website popped up on Ms. Walker's screen, and Larissa found herself frozen in place. She watched as the dark-haired woman pulled up a profile and clicked on what appeared to be the same story she was reading. Larissa rubbed her eyes to ensure they weren't playing tricks on her and decided to get a closer look. She walked slowly by Ms. Walker's table and briefly caught the last sentence she had read in a word document as the young teacher continued to write. Larissa all but ran out of the Weathervane and didn't transform back to her usual form until she was back in her office. She began pacing frantically. What did this mean? She had found hard evidence that the unassuming, shy new faculty member had in fact been the author of the story anonymously sent to her. What was she to do? Fire her? Do staff training about sexual harassment? Confront her? Larissa lit a fire in the fireplace and sunk into an armchair. She leaned her head back against the plush red velvet upholstery and sighed. She began to trace a finger against the arm of the chair, admiring the softness of the fabric when she remembered what she had just read and what had occurred in the same chair she now sat in. She closed her eyes and began to run her hand over her breast down to the apex of her thighs. She parted her legs and felt under the fabric of her skirt for her clit. She circled it gently as she thought of the filthy things Ms. Walker wanted her to do to her. She imagined what they might do on her desk, against the wall, on the floor... Before she knew it she came with a soft sigh and slumped against the chair as she tried to catch her breath. She smiled to herself. She was going to have Ms. Walker pay her a visit tomorrow.