Part 8 – Alison’s Assignment Sneak Peek!

When they reached the top of the stairs the bouncer was met by a stunning half-cast girl, she dressed in another of the Sacrilegious Club’s sexy uniforms, she holding a small silver tray with a tall and elegant glass of champaign resting on it, a single strawberry held within the crisp drink, the vivid red fruit seductively embraced by the excitable bubbles of the luxurious beverage. She smiled at Alison with her plump dark lips and offered the champaign to her.

“Please follow me.”

Through her confusion at the situation, Alison was suddenly aware at just how much quieter it was up in the VIP area, the dusky waitress not having to raise her voice at all to be heard over the music as it relentlessly pounded the dance floor in the Nave below. Alison cautiously took the thin stem of the champaign glass and sipped at the incredible drink within. She obediently followed, she allowing herself a quick glance at the beautiful black girl’s bum as she turned and walked away. She smiled despite her fear and took another sip of her champaign, it washing her lips with a freshness, the cool fizz exciting her tongue and the taste a wonderfully self-indulgent tease.

As she walked her worried eyes took in the opulence of the VIP quire balcony. The balcony was more spacious than Alison had expected and, as her focus moved away from the spectacular arse of the waitress, she gasped in surprise at the amazing and unusual space. Along the floor stood around a dozen impressively artistic iron cages, these much like larger versions of the pens housing the up-lit dancing girls suspended over the Nave, the ironwork of the structures shaped like huge Gothic bells. These contained intimate circular booths of plush exotic seating, the people inside concealed behind delicate chiffon drapes interwoven between the bars. Pretty uniformed waitresses dutifully worked in and out between them, they carrying drinks, empty glasses and, in some cases, small packages.

Alison soon had to catch her breath as she passed the first of the caged booths, she unable to help herself from sneaking a voyeuristic look inside as she wandered by, her mouth quickly hanging open, the woman soon aghast at what she saw. Through the gaps in the chiffon screening, it pulled closed to try and conceal the naughty goings on inside, she noticed a group of men sat around and drinking, they all focussing on a nearly naked dancing girl in the centre of the cage, she performing an erotic strip tease that seemed to also include a toy show; the red dildo clasped in her hand giving Alison the impression that she was not just there to simply get naked and gyrate.

Alison’s eyebrows raised with the stolen glance, her piqued curiosity putting aside her worry for a moment and forcing her to try and catch as many naughty glimpses as she could as she passed by each private cage.

Some were more open than others, the chiffon curtains sometimes opened completely to reveal the hedonistic delights within, and what she saw as she walked the short distance across the VIP area shocked her to her core. Most contained patrons sat around tables strewn with drink and drugs, many with men and women inside watching a naked or nearly naked girl performing for them. Some of the girls were using the tables as podiums, some of the booths were equipped with dancing poles for the girls to expertly and erotically move for their leering customers within, many of the sat people also in various stages of undress, they often masturbating or touching each other, but other cages simply housed huge beds, and from what Alison could see between the cracks in the thin curtains these beds were strewn with indecipherable writhing masses of skin and muscle, these contorted and intertwined bodies betraying the amazing orgy of pleasure going on within.

“What the fuck is this place?” Alison whispered to herself. Compared to what was going on up here, Alison’s actions on the dance floor suddenly seemed pathetically tame. Her heart pounded with a mixture of apprehension and arousal. She was, of course, shocked at what she saw, but the animal gratification of it all excited her in a way that scared her. She tried to blink away the feeling by focussing back on the waitress that was leading her through the debauchery, she knowing the sight of the gorgeous girl would not hold any answers, but she was as close to normality as she could find within the surreal raw sexual indulgence of the VIP area. How was this even legal? How was this club even allowed to operate within the law? Who was she kidding, this was far from legal; the drugs and the prostitution on open display and without shame confirming that, the deviant side of the club tantalisingly perverse, the huge bouncers posted at the foot of the stairs clearly ensuring this was for member’s eyes only.

So why was she here?

The beautiful dark girl finally stopped and looked back at a Alison at the entrance to the last caged booth on the row, the look in her eye one of twisted joy at Alison’s shock at the astounding hedonism all around her. She parted the chiffon curtain and directed Alison inside.

Thankfully this cage contained seating; this in a luxurious dark burgundy leather encircling a black granite table, but penetrating the centre of the cage was a chrome stripper pole.

“Please, come on in.”

Alison looked toward the voice, it coming from a woman in a sharp charcoal pinstripe trouser suit, she the only other person in the booth, her vivid red heels immediately catching Alison’s eye. The woman sat elegantly cross-legged on the sofa, she holding a glass of strawberry champaign. She was middle aged and beautiful, her dark hair cut in an abrupt and stunningly heavy fringe above her dusky and mysterious eyes, her glistening rouged lips sparkling in the lights of the pen, the roof of the cage twinkling with delicate and seductive fairy lights. She had an authority to her voice that commanded Alison, she now exuding an air of power even during her silence.

“Sit down, Miss Kay, and please have another drink.”

The waitress quickly plucked the empty glass from out of her fingers and Alison slid around the chair, the teacher still a little shell-shocked at the dreamlike events of the night, she keeping her legs tightly closed as she nervously settled, the curtains now pulled back around their private caged room, the beautiful waitress now leaving them in peace. She picked up the fresh glass, it sat next to a bucket of ice cradling an open bottle of Moet, the mystery woman now staring at her with a playful smile held on her lips.

Suddenly a question hit her.

“How do you know my name?”

“All in good time, Miss Kay. First, introductions.”

The woman sipped the last of her drink and placed the crystal glass on the table, as she leaned forward Alison noticed that her suit jacket was undone and her body beneath the expensive tailored garment was naked. Alison tried to ignore her beautiful bare cleavage as she settled back against the creaking leather, the teacher’s heart again racing, she suddenly feeling like a little girl brought to the headmistress’s office for a stern telling off.

“My name is Marissa, and I am the owner of this establishment.”

The authoritarian Marissa leant forward and lightly shook Alison’s hand, her touch warm and her nails flashed with a deep red varnish that matched her amazing shoes. As she settled back the stunning Marissa absent-mindedly readjusted her jacket to reveal a little more naked skin, her nipples as yet still covered but the sensual inner curve of her two breasts now clearly on display. Alison could not but help her cheeks blush with the sight, she desperately trying to remain composed in such a strange but erotically charged environment.

Marissa noticed the direction of Alison’s eyes and she smiled, the woman trailing a finger down her naked body from her neck to her navel, the move deliberate and seductive.

“As you may have noticed, Miss Kay, I take the pleasure of my guests very seriously indeed.”

“I can see that.” Alison tore her eyes away from Marissa’s chest and she once again looked deep into her mesmerising eyes, they sparkling under the pretty lighting of the cage. She tried to compose herself and she asked the obvious question. “So how do you know who I am, and what do you want with me?”

“Well, I am glad you asked. When your ID was checked at the door my staff immediately alerted me to your presence. You see, I have been looking for someone just like you, Miss Kay, for quite some time.”

“Oh really, and why is that?”

Marissa smirked a nonchalant grin, her demeanour one of stern but sexy prestige.

“Well, as you can tell my club caters to the very specific tastes of my members. Often we can acquire exactly what they want, and they pay handsomely for my procurement talents and my discretion, but on occasion they have desires that I currently cannot satisfy. I pride myself on my ability to please others, Miss Kay, and I do not like to disappoint my guests.”

“Very… admirable, but I still don’t get why do you need me?”

“Because you have access to something I do not.”

Alison was suddenly confused. She presumed she was in here to be scolded for masturbating on the dance-floor, the amazing cum still so fresh in her mind, but instead it seemed that this gorgeous woman was turning to her for some sort of help.

“And what may that be?”

“You work at St Gregory’s as a teacher, yes?”

“Yes, I am an English teacher. How do you know all this?”

“Alison, please don’t be so naive; with a name and address we can ascertain who you are in an instant, and my staff are very efficient.”

Alison was a little annoyed at the snooping, but it was not as if it was not publicly accessible information; the internet now ensuring anonymity was a thing of the past and her driver’s licence ID containing all the information they needed to run the check. In a place such as this that had such blatant lawlessness so freely and openly on show, it was more than sensible that they ran a background check on everyone new that passed through the door.

“Forgive me Marissa, but I am confused. How does that help you?”

“Well, my staff are all employed as waitresses, Miss Kay. Even the girls that perform ‘other’ duties for me. By law they have to be over twenty one, but…”

Suddenly Alison could see where this was going and she did not like it.

“You get requests for girls that are under that age?”

“Precisely.”

Abruptly it all fell into place, a scowl quickly forming on Alison’s brow, she disgusted at the implication that she would help with something so reprehensible, but she needed to hear it from Marissa’s own lips before she exploded at the woman.

“What exactly are you asking for, Marissa?”

“We watched you in the club, Miss Kay, and we could see you had an eye for a beautiful girl. And your little performance on the dance floor was an unexpected bonus.”

Alison blushed at the obvious reference to her solo exploits in the crowd of the Nave, but her anger remained.

“So I want you to act as a recruitment liaison for me. Someone whom can be trusted to be professional, reliable and, above all, discrete.”

Alison almost jumped out of her seat with fury. This woman was asking her to pimp out her pupils!

“No fucking way! I am not prostituting my girls for your pervert clients. That is disgusting!” Alison gave the beautiful club owner a defiant stare.

Irritatingly Marissa simply smiled in silence, she allowing the ambience of the amazing room to gently calm Alison’s temper. She eventually leaned forward and eased the Moet out of the ice.

“Another drink, Miss Kay?” Without letting Alison answer she poured her a fresh glass.

Alison begrudgingly lifted the cool drink to her lips and slung it down in one, she still shocked at what Marissa had asked her.

“Get me as drunk as you want, Marissa, I am still not going to whore out my kids.” The champagne was delicious.

“Our girls are all very well looked after, Miss Kay. We do not allow any harm to befall them and any acts they perform are completely at their own discretion. And for their work here they are very well compensated.”

“I do not care if you make them fucking millionaires, what you are asking is just sick!”

Suddenly Marissa snapped her fingers and the curtain parted again. The beautiful half-cast girl entered again, this time with a small box held in her long fingers. She smiled at Alison as she placed the box down on the table.

“Perhaps this will persuade you otherwise.”

The black girl opened the box, that smile still on her lips, she revealing inside a pair of padded black velvet handcuffs, these resting next to an expensive looking silver vibrator. Although surprising, what caught Alison’s eye was not the luxury sex toys, but instead the two large piles of cash the two sexy objects lay on, the stacks neat, they bound in a branded Sacrilegious sleeves and each around two inches thick. There must have been ten thousand pounds in the box.

Alison gasped and she looked over to Marissa, the club owner now biting her bottom lip.

The black girl and her boss exchanged a quick glance and then abruptly the dusky waitress was kneeling next to Alison on the chair, she unexpectedly kissing her, the teacher shocked at the sudden move, the kiss taking her totally by surprise but the warmth of the waitress’s plump, beautiful lips against her’s causing Alison to only resist momentarily before melting into the black girl’s gorgeous advance, her expert caress of Alison’s pout sending uncontrollable tingles of forced pleasure down her body, the kiss soft and electric, her perfume mesmerising, the touch of her hand against Alison’s cheek sparkling with an intensity that infatuated her. But just as quickly as the kiss had happened the black girl pulled away, her lips holding a deviant smirk on her wet pout , her eyes dark with a dangerous lust.

“Jessica is going to show you what we do here.”

Through the amazing sensory assault of the kiss, and the temptation of the obvious bribe, Alison panted out her defiance.

“No. No! I don’t care how you try and pay me off, Marissa. I will not do it. They are just teenagers. They are my girls!”

Jessica smiled in silence and scooped the handcuffs out of the box, she stepping onto the granite table, she never taking her eyes off Alison, her deep dark pupils drenched with promise and desire, Alison feeling a deviant arousal betraying her anger, the beautiful half-cast girl with her gorgeous European bone structure and her dusky African skin the embodiment of female temptation, but Alison vowed to remain strong, even when Jessica handcuffed herself to the stripper pole, her hands then held out in front of her as though in payer.

“Everything in the box is yours, Miss Kay, and for tonight Jessica is my gift to you. She is your slave. She is willing to do whatever you command of her and she is a very talented lover. She is your toy, your plaything. All you need do is put me in touch with some girls, all you need to do is make an introduction. I will do the rest, and Jessica and my club can be your playground for life.”

Alison stared in silence at the stunning girl now stood on the granite platform, her left hand now cuffed to the chrome bar, her fingers curled around the shiny pole, a look of barley contained desire held in her amazing eyes. Alison could not believe it, but with Jessica’s begging and beautiful stare she suddenly found herself considering the offer rather than instantly refusing it.

Jessica locked her gaze with Alison’s and she began swaying her hips to the beat of the entrancing music thundering around them, her body incredible, her movements at once sensually sexy but also dizzyingly graceful, her erotic dance forcing a swell of lust to rush through Alison’s mind, the teacher suddenly catching herself licking her bottom lip at the delicious sight ahead of her, Jessica working the pole with an erotic precision that simply bewitched the blond.

And the powerful enticement whispered insistently to her through her lust. Could she? Could she just ask some of the girls if they could do this? What if some of them actually wanted to? From what she had seen over the past few days she would not be surprised if a few of them didn’t want an opportunity like this. But it was so wrong. It was just so illegal. They were too young, they were too immature…

Or were they? From the evidence she had seen over the past few days maybe she was wrong? But she was their teacher, their protector, she their secret lover, their sexual guide. But oh it was so damn tempting. All that money, all this pleasure, and all she had to do was put them in contact with Marissa, the club owner would do the rest, they could share this with her…

…but no. It was a step too far. Alison only had Marissa’s word for it; she could be putting them in danger, anything could happen to them…

…but then Jessica seemed positively enthusiastic about her duties. The look in her eyes was one of genuine lust, the fire of desire burned brightly in her deep dark and seductive pupils, and that hungry desire was all for Alison. Maybe some girls wanted this kind of life, clearly Jessica adored her work, she now staring at Alison with a penetrating and craving want and Alison stared back, her mind racing, but her desires begged her to relent – just for tonight, just for Jessica.

As Alison sat in personal turmoil, Jessica slowed her dance and span around the pole one last time, she then holding onto the chrome with her bound hand and she leant slowly toward Alison, her grace and the support of the pole making the move seem almost ethereal, this dreamlike moment combined with the warm alcohol in her veins and those incredible eyes all seducing Alison at once, the teacher now desperate for the beautiful girl now offering a hand to her, the teacher finally giving in to her temptation.

The panting Alison clasped her trembling fingers around the black girl’s warm hand and Jessica helped her off her seat. With a surprising strength Jessica pulled Alison up and onto the table, both girl’s now stood on the sparkling black granite surface in their heels.

Again Jessica kissed Alison, her lips addictive, her caress unlike anything Alison had ever felt before, her pout working a purity of pleasure into her body that she had never really experienced before, she an astonishing contrast to the nervous inexperience of her pupils; this girl an expert in the art of kissing, and Alison allowing her to be taken by her mastery.

Perhaps it was the fear of the incredible situation, perhaps it was the adrenaline from her anger, perhaps it was the champaign, or perhaps it was the palpable sexual atmosphere that permeated from every pore of this amazing place, but Alison freely allowed the dusky waitress to lead her down a road of raw lust, the girl directing the teacher with her hands and her amazing lips, their kiss now open mouthed, Jessica’s tongue dancing in and around her lips and mouth, her fingers in Alison’s hair, her every touch and her every caress considered, expert and magnificent.

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Master Class – Novella One

          

In Novella One the first four books of the delicious Master Class series are brought together for one fabulously naughty week at St Gregory’s school. Join Rebecca as she gives in to her lesbian lust in class and disgraces herself in front of her friends. Follow Louise through her journey of revenge, voyeurism, deviance and desire. Enjoy the temptation experienced by the naïve teacher Miss Kay as her girls make her do ever more sexy things. And watch Emma break through her fears to become completely engrossed in her schoolmate’s erotic games.

Master Class Novella One contains the following four books:

Master Class Part One Rebecca’s Story
Master Class Part Two Louise’s Story
Master Class Part Three The Bathroom Story
Master Class Part Four Detention

Master Class – Novella Two

          

In Novella Two the next four books of the hot-as-hell Master Class series are combined as we follow the girls through their sexy homework assignments. Louise pleasures herself in the gym, twice, only to be caught on CCTV. Emma spies on two twins having fun at the swimming pool only to then be found out herself. Rebecca discovers the joys of sex toys at the mall with a new friend, her vibrating pleasures opening up a whole new world of opportunities for her. And Alison goes clubbing only to be blackmailed again by a powerful woman with an unexpected link to the girls…

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Master Class Part Five Louise’s Assignment
Master Class Part Six Emma’s Assignment
Master Class Part Seven Rebecca’s Assignment
Master Class Part Eight Alison’s Assignment

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Part One: Rebecca’s Story

          

In the first part of the amazing Master Class series, Rebecca succumbs to an overwhelming desire to secretly satisfy herself to her beautiful English teacher, Miss Kay, while in class! Her voyeuristic and surreptitious masturbation all goes to plan until the school bitch, Louise, catches her in the act…

Part Two: Louise’s Story

          

Part Two of Master Class follows the school bitch, Louise, as she discovers her cute classmate, Rebecca, masturbating in their English lesson. The evil revelation of this secret to the entire class soon humiliating Rebecca, but this also getting Louise into big trouble. Burning with hate for the girl, she spies on Rebecca being told off, but sees way more than she ever expected…

Part Three: The Bathroom Story

          

After the amazing events of the day before, the sexy school bitch, Louise puts into action the first part of her deviant blackmail plan. In Part Three of Master Class Louise attacks Rebecca in the school bathrooms, the bully forcing Rebecca to perform a personal show for her. And then the fun really starts…

Part Four: Detention

          

In Part Four of Master Class, Louise blackmails and manipulates her beautiful teacher, Miss Kay, into giving a very special lesson for the three girls in their detention. Things soon spiral out of control until all the girls are overcome with the erotic power of that very special class…

Part Five: Louise’s Assignment: The Gym

          

In Part Five Louise dares to complete her naughty assignment in her exclusive female only gym. Surrounded by perspiring and beautiful women Louise soon succumbs to her sexy needs, not once, but twice. Although in such a public place a secret like this can be hard to hide…

Part Six: Emma’s Assignment: The Pool

          

In Part Six of Master Class the sexy swimmer Emma chooses the familiar waters of her swimming pool to complete her part of Miss Kay’s deviant assignment. Emma has a stroke of luck when she comes across two pretty teen twins, but the identical girls in their matching bikinis and cute pigtails force Emma to take a risk too far…

Part Seven: Rebecca’s Assignment: The Mall

          

For Part Seven of Master Class cute Rebecca visits the Mall to complete her solo assignment. In the dazzling array of shops she stumbles upon a retailer of gorgeous sex toys and a naughty idea soon forms. Unfortunately she is not old enough to enter such an adult establishment, but while contemplating her predicament she meets a sexy new friend that helps her out in the most unexpected of ways…

Part Eight: Alison’s Assignment: The Club

          

In Part Eight of Master Class the girl’s gorgeous teacher ventures to an exclusive nightclub to complete her part of the naughty assignment. Surrounded by beautiful dancing women all dressed in slinky sexy outfits and moving to the music, Alison quickly loses herself to the erotic energy of the amazing dance-floor, but her dirty solo games catches the eye of a very powerful woman and she is soon beckoned to the VIP area to discuss an offer she can’t refuse…