Tutoring session

	The results of the lastest quiz were…poorer than she’d expected. It seems that with the prospect of winter vacation so close, her students had become far too lax in their studies. The foreign wonder, Takamaki, was one such exemple, and that really grinded Sadayo’s techer instincts. Having taught her class for the better part of a year, she was confident in her knowledge of her students’ potential and she knew her blonde charge was capable of doing better. She was so sure of her assessment that she made sure to pull the girl aside and tutor her in the subjects she scored the worst, making sure to review the important parts and repeat ad nauseum so that it’d stick.
	Currently she had the young model doing mock tests and, with nothing better to do while she waited for her to be done, decided to check her phone as a way to entertain her idle mind. As she raised the screen up to her eyes, the red dot of a new text message made itself known at the edge of her vision. Curious as to who might have decided to contact her in the middle of business hours, she opened it up and discovered it was her boyfriend that wanted to talk. She felt bad using working hours to indulge in personal matters, but it wasn’t like she had anything to do right now, so it couldn’t hurt.
	The message was lengthy and by the end, her face was burning with embarrassment. He had sent her a dirty text! In plain daytime! She could just picture the small smug grin on his face when he sent that message, imagining her reaction. Worst of all: the heat on her face was starting to spread down her body, making it’s way south! The sheer audacity of the act suppressed any anger on her part, while the contents made sure she kept quiet for entirely different reasons. The boy sure knew how to paint a word picture and the image had lodged itself firmly in her mind’s eye. She could curse her perverted thoughts all she like, but escape wasn’t possible and this had to be the worst time for something like that, which she was sure was the intention. Her lover reveled in doing things to defy customs and expectations, and something like this seemed right up his alley.
	Unable to get the message out of her mind she put her phone down and fought her body to restore some semblance of dignity. She lasted all of two minutes before picking the device back up and rereading the offending piece of “literature”. Having the same reaction happen again made her think of two options: ignore it and focus on the task at hand or reply and see where this little game would go. She obviously favored the first alternative, but her body rebelled, begging her to give in and indulge herself. She pondered the question and couldn’t make up her mind, but that distraction was all her subconscious needed and when she realized, there was a response typed on her phone’s screen and her finger hovered over the “send” button. She read what she had absent-mindedly wrote and thought she might faint on the spot. The risqué reply was seductive and very much implied things she dare not say out loud, and she couldn’t help but wonder how the receiver would react to such…lewdness. As she proof read her own work (or just pictured the scene described) someone cleared their throat, interrupting her train of thought.
	“Sensei? I need some help here…” Ann Takamaki sounded miserable, mumbling to herself after calling for the teacher.
	Sadayo shifted her gaze from the small phone screen to face her student, remembering that she had, in fact, a job she was in the middle of.
	“What is it, Takamaki?” The pigtailed girl glanced back at her, a frown on her lips and a crease on her forehead.
	“Well, I just don’t get this! Help me out here, I really need some pointers!”
	Putting her phone in her pocket, she walked over to the desk the younger woman was occupying, glancing over her work. Ann pointed her to the part she was having trouble with and she explained, as much as she could without outright giving the answer. A look of understanding flashed in the blonde’s face and she sounded a small “Ah!” before diving back to the questionnaire. Satisfied with herself, the older one went back to her phone and decided that she really wanted to see how interested her little pervert was. Hitting send, she pocketed the phone with a small smile. She probably wouldn’t have to wait long.
	Not a minute later, she felt her phone buzz, and the game was on. Curiosity and excitement battled self-conciousness in an intoxicating mix of sinful pleasure. As she discovered the next step in this little debate, she could not help the shudder that ran down her spine, nor the way her body pulsed with desire. One thing, however, gave her pause. Her boyfriend had asked if she was with his blonde friend and it took her a second to remember that she had mentioned to him what she would be doing today. So that was his plan! He knew she’d be around Ann, and chose to strike at this exact moment. That was not something she would’ve expected of him.
	In their many talks the two of them shared a lot of themselves, intimate and trivial alike. One day, they had been discussing his eclectic group of friends and had deduced that Ann might have a thing for him. Later on he confirmed that they had it right. He had a knack for reading people and it wasn’t hard to find out the truth. So it seemed that doing such improper things around a girl that was crushing on him got him going. How depraved! And yet she couldn’t help but notice that the revelation stirred something in her as well. A pair of perverts. They were truly right for each other. Just the thought of being so naughty with the guy her student was chasing while right next to her made everything more exciting. The taboo nature of this little exchange turned her on like few times in her life had.
	As she typed the next message, a sneaky glance to the only other occupant in the room made her go up a notch in tone. She kept guiding her pupil through her difficulties in schoolwork while thinking how to get under her lover’s skin next.
	“So sensei, how do I convey the tone I need in this?”
	“You take it and slam it in!” She replied automatically. Her eyes widened a second later when her mind caught up with her mouth.
	“Uh, what?”
	“W-well, you s-slam it in! In this context, implying wouldn’t be right with the tone of the rest of the text, s-so just make it clear!” She squeaked scaredly and hoped to whatever god was listening to let her escape this. Luck seemed to be on her side, as the younger one seemed to buy it, though not without a weird expression on her face.
	That wasn’t the only slip-up of the day, as Kawakami had trouble keeping her fantasies apart from her mind or, at least, the muscles controlling her mouth. After bumbling through how communication with a reader was done effectively by spreading it on the table and the lack of perceptiveness for subtext could be combated by “pounding it hard”, the torturous lesson was at an end and the teacher was glad to be away from the weirded-out eyes of her student.
	Hurrying home as fast as was possible without arousing any suspicion, she threw her bag on the couch, kicked her shoes off and planted herself on her bed to read the latest text from her communication partner. She had had to hold herself back all day and the consequence was that when she was finally able to bring herself to release, the pent-up feelings blew her mind like never before in her life. It had been, by a ridiculous margin, the most pleasure that ever coursed through her body. The smell of arousal and sex helped her get through four more orgasms until she just couldn’t move anymore. She felt the afterglow with her entire being, tingling sensations that started on her shins and went up to her head. Her body shivered and electricity ran down her back and stomach while waves of pleasure cascaded over her. She raised up a hand and it trembled while her fluids dripped from her fingers and palm. Saliva ran down her chin and her tongue rested uncomfortably in her mouth while she fought to get her breathing under control. Today had certainly been the craziest day she’d ever had and, when she finally came down from her stupor, she noticed that damn red dot on the screen of her phone. On it, a simple message: LeBlanc is closed tomorrow. Confused, she checked her calendar and discovered that tomorrow would be a Sunday, meaning she had the day off. A quick shower and twenty minutes later she was out the door. Seems like the day wasn’t over quite yet and she couldn’t wait to meet with Master.