St Agatha’s (part 1)

St Agatha’s, (Part One)

Stella Lawson sat before the Headmistress nervously playing with her fingers. Even after all these years there was something unsettling about being before the head of a school.

‘You know why you’re here I take it?’ Said the woman opposite. She was considerably older than Stella and fashionably dressed in a black trouser suit matched with a deep red lipstick.

‘I’ve been sent here by my boss Mr Bannister for retraining. He wants me to broaden my horizons and improve my skill set in certain areas Headmistress.’

The headmistress regarded Stella coldly, her eyes glittering with malice. ‘Quite so Stella, and has he told you in which areas he wants to see an improvement?’

Stella shrugged nervously, ‘Not really headmistress. He was going to send you an email about me. To be honest I’m quite pleased to be here, Mr Bannister is a bit of a lech.’

The headmistress raised an amused eyebrow. ‘A lech you say? How so? Has he molested you? Dragged you screaming into his room and raped you?’

‘Oh no, nothing like that,’ gushed Stella. ‘He just… kind of stares at my breasts and makes comments. He offered to pay me a bonus if went for a drink with him.’

The headmistress laughed out loud. ‘You silly, stupid girl! Is that all? For heaven’s sake you’re 24 years-old and behaving like a virgin. Bitch-up and let him screw you.’

Stella flinched at the course language and coloured slightly. ‘I can’t. I mean I can, but… well I am a virgin. I’ve never had sex with anyone and would quite like it to stay that way.’

‘No blow-jobs, anal or fingerings in a dark alley?’

Stella’s colouring deepened to crimson. ‘No, absolutely not. I’ve never done anything like that, and God willing I never will. Why would I want to give myself to some heaving sweaty man and have him fill me with his disgusting slime?’

The headmistress stood and faced the window, her back to Stella. ‘Wow, that’s quite a statement Miss Lawson.’ She turned around and placed her palms on the desk, towering over the younger girl who visibly shrank in her seat. ‘Two things Stella. Number one, I am not to be addressed as headmistress. I am head of nothing. I am to be addressed at all times as Mistress Amelia is that clear?’

Stella nodded.

‘Secondly, Mr Bannister is a valued benefactor of our little establishment and as such is NEVER described as a lech, understood?’

Stella nodded again.

‘Now, tell me what you know of our school.’

‘Very little Mistress,’ said Stella, truthfully. She had scoured the internet but could find no mention of St Agatha’s.

‘We cater for a very elite clientele, with some very specific requirements. Every young person here is from a privileged background and has been sent here by their parents, guardians or benefactors, to further their education in sexual matters and ensure that they become well-rounded and perfectly balanced people. Every graduate in our care will leave us highly skilled in all of the erotic arts and will be perfectly equipped for their new life-long roles. We have a great many benefactors who require young people of this calibre, and they take a great many of our graduates. Worldwide, I might add. The others return home where they do rather well, I believe.’

‘So, is this like a finishing school for whores then?’ Asked Stella coldly.

‘More of a beginning school Stella dear. Our pupils range from ages 18 to 22 and are both male and female. They receive a first-class education here and are sent to our clients with a requirement that they be employed in a significant position within their company. Their new-found skills considerably sweeten the deal of course, and with St Agatha’s on their CV, they are assured of a lifelong income. We do not condone prostitution but rest assured that each of our pupils, upon graduation, know as much as a thirty-year whore.

Now to you, Miss Lawson, you will be expected to assist with the odd class at my discretion. The rest of your duties will be clerical, dealing with various paperwork and suchlike. Now, I’m sure that you would like to settle into your accommodation. You have room number 24, in the girls’ block.’

‘Thanks Mistress Amelia, I could really use a shower.’

‘No ensuite I’m afraid, the rooms are rather basic. But you can shower in the girls’ communal shower at the end of the block. It should be empty now as the girls are on the hockey field but be quick.’

Stella smiled politely and left the office, her mind a whirlpool of confusion and mounting horror. How could Mister Bannister send her here?

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‘Now watch carefully,’ said Amelia, staring at the CCTV monitor in the darkened room. ‘You are in for a real treat Benjamin my boy. She’s getting undressed.’

Ben Jones’ hungry eyes stared at the buxom blond undressing in the girls’ changing room. ‘By God, you’re right Amelia, she’s an absolute stunner. And sexy lingerie too. You’re sure she’s a virgin?’

‘Quite sure, she told me herself. Not so much as a fingertip has split that pussy.’

‘And those tits! They’re bloody magnificent! I’m sure the boys in my class will love those. Is she available for fucking Amelia? Or should I say, Mistress.’

Amelia laughed playfully. ‘Stop it you fool, and yes she is. When she returns to Peter Bannister, she needs to be a cock hungry slut. He’s been trying to get into her pants for weeks with zero success. He was considering raping her when I suggested that he send her here.’

‘If this place doesn’t convert the repressed bitch then nothing will.’

Amelia adjusted the camera view as Stella stepped naked into the shower.

‘My God, Amelia look at that pussy, bald as the day she was born. Zoom in I want a good look at that cock-crack.’

Amelia did so.

‘Beautiful. A prominent mound with a high-slung slit. I would never get tired of tonguing that pussy.’

‘I hope you get the chance.’ She replied. ‘I’m taking a few stills to send to Bannister.