Robert Vickers - Beast girl

That's a bad sign. He used to called me Laura.

"I haven't been feeling very well lately, Mr. Anderson," she lied.

"What's wrong?"

"My stomach again." 'Have you seen a doctor?"

"Yes. Twice. He's been giving me medicine, but I'm up at night a lot – with the pain." He didn't look impressed.

Very coldly, he informed her, "I'm sorry that you're ill, Miss Bellini, but this is a school, you known and your class expects a teacher there every day. We both realize that having a substitute there twice a week is not good."

"Yes. Yes. I understand," Laura whispered fearfully.

"And I suppose you know that you've used up all of your sick leave, and have now gone over it by six days."

"No. I didn't realize."

Six days' pay gone. Oh, no. I'm going to get fired, too.

"We try to be understanding in cases of illness, but this has been going on for some time. It's very unpleasant to have to say this, Miss Bellini, but it's for the children's sake. I must warn you that if you're not able to be here regularly, we'll have to get a full-time substitute to fill in for you for the rest of the term. In that way, there will be the security and continuity of the same teacher here all the time."

"You mean, you'll fire me?" she whispered.

"Well, it's too soon to decide on that," he hedged. "We'll consider it a long leave of absence at this point. I'd certainly like to give you a chance to recover."

What's happening to me? Now I'm blowing my job!

Laura had been teaching for many years, but she was fairly new in this district and she had no tenure. She wept from anxiety and shame. Laura had always been so conscientious and regular in attendance before.

"I'm going to talk to my doctor right away, sir. I'll do my best to get better soon. I'll be here whenever it's humanly possible," she sobbed.

Mr. Anderson was embarrassed and eager to end the interview. He stood up and said, "I hope so. We'd hate to lose you."

Laura left his office quickly. Avoiding Mr. Lawson in the hall, Laura ran to the parking lot and drove home in a hurry for a drink.

Remorse Laura lay in Bert's arms. He had been napping, and she was afraid to move for fear of awakening him. Finally, she had to stretch, since her muscles felt cramped and restless.

With her gentle movement he stirred, and he opened his eyes. Bert looked at her, smiling. It was the same sexy grin that still turned her on. Although Laura had had one massive orgasm earlier in the evening, she still yearned for more.

"Hi," he leered at her. "Ready for more action?"

"Always," she breathed, petting his limp prick.

"I'm hungry," he groaned. "You're starving me."

"I'll fix you something," Laura offered eagerly. She loved to cook for Bert, and she made supper for him often. She wanted to do everything for him.

"Naw. I'm in the mood to go out," he said, watching her closely for her reaction.

Laura shuddered at the thought of being seen in public with Bert. She had given the matter deep thought and realized that they shouldn't be seen together.

Doesn't he realize how dangerous it is for me? How can I be seen out with a child?

Bert was stubborn, as he had been in the past many times. He loved to sit in dark lounges and eat and drink and listen to music. She loved all that, too, but now she was afraid.

He occasionally let Laura use one of her credit cards to pay for it, but he was a fairly good sport.

I guess his grandmother's money isn't completely gone yet.

He had finally told her that he wasn't working, and he was trying to get into another college. He had been thrown out of the last school recently.

They had had one big argument over being seen together in public, and Bert had won it. Laura had given in that time and all the other times, because she was so afraid he would get bored and stop seeing her. She'd take any risk to keep him. Yet, she held her breath every time they walked together into a restaurant or a bar. Laura well knew how much criticism she would get from her family and friends if they found out about her love affair with a young boy.

"Couldn't we stay home? I feel so nervous when we're out. What if your mother and dad should find out about us? They'd never forgive me!"

"No. I want some night life. The only thing I like to do at home is screw. But I'm not going to force you to go. I can go alone."

That was his ultimate threat that always defeated her. Laura knew that this handsome boy wouldn't stay alone for long. He could pick up any young, beautiful girl he wanted – and they both knew it.

"Okay. I'll go. I want to be with you." Laura kept her fears to herself. She didn't want to smother the boy with her jealousy. She ate herself up with it. Bert wouldn't tell her whether he was still living with the fat blonde, Nancy. Laura believed that he was. Bert was the kind who wanted to eat his cake and have it, too.

Well, I'm sure cutting down her sex rations if he is still living with her.

Laura knew that young boys had insatiable appetites for sex, but she saw Bert nearly every day. So the blonde couldn't be too happy with him if they were still living together.

Laura and Bert bathed and dressed, and Laura fed Lance and took him out. The big dog had gotten accustomed to having Bert around, and he didn't growl or bare his teeth at him any more. However, Laura always locked Lance up when she and Bert were making love. She didn't want Lance to attack Bert out of jealousy, or in order to protect her.

As she brought the big dog back in, Bert asked, "Ready now?"

"In a second. I want to fix my hair."

She smoothed down the wild ends that had blown in the wind, and she thought about her sex life. Laura still fucked regularly with the dog, but not half as often as before. Now that she was in love with Bert, she seldom thought about Lance.

Her preferences in sex had gradually changed, too. She seldom wanted to have Bert or the dog fuck her in the ordinary way any more. Laura enjoyed cock-sucking the most, and her most passionate orgasms came when she sucked on Bert's prick and he had an orgasm in her mouth.

I guess I'm not normal. I like strange things.

Bert was getting impatient. She must have been daydreaming a long time as she did her hair.

"Come on, doll. Are you going to take all night?"

"I'm ready. One more second."

They drove downtown, and Laura was secretly looking forward to being out in a night spot, although she was afraid. It was just that she was so nervous about being seen with Bert.

At first he had teased her, "Are you ashamed of me?"

Her answer always was, "No. I'm ashamed of myself and what I'm doing. I'm much too old for you, and people will be disgusted seeing us together."

Bert just laughed. "You're just right for me, baby. There's nobody in the world who can suck me off the way you do."

"I enjoy making love to you," Laura said. She didn't mention how much she hated his way of describing what she did to him. Laura felt that anything done by people in love was all right. But she thought calling it "suck me off" was vulgar.

Bert squeezed her arm.

I guess I make him happy or he wouldn't stick around. His fat blonde probably won't do what I do to him. She probably couldn't bend over that long.

Her malicious thought made Laura smile, and Bert responded to it. "I like it when you look happy, doll. Sometimes you look so serious that people will think you don't like me."

"I'd like to forget what people think," Laura answered, shuddering.

Laura had four drinks, trying to get rid of her nervous feelings and fluttery stomach. Every time someone new walked into the lounge, she checked his or her face to see if she knew them.

I guess the main problem would be if they knew me.