Alice's new panties were soaked before they even got to the restaurant. The butt-plug with a shinning jewel she had put up her bum in the clothing store changing room made it hard to walk. But, more importantly, Mr. Thompson kept activating the small vibrator she had a bit too willingly inserted in her vagina. Every few steps, the depraved teacher turned it on with the remote control hidden in his pocket, smiling as he saw the poor blonde struggling to keep going forward.
"Come on, little klutz, you're even unable to walk now?" the middle-aged man mocked. "I already knew you were a lost cause back when I graded your papers, but reverting back to this stage is just shameful."
"I'm sorry, sir... Ah! I'm really, reaaaa~~~aaally doing my best! Ah!" Alice replied, unable to keep her voice from making high-pitched noises every time he activated her toy.
"Your best isn't enough, Miss Thornwood. Be quicker, we don't have all night! I'll have to spank you if you make us late for dinner."
Joining actions to words, the obese professor didn't hesitate to slap her rear, making a loud smack that made several pedestrians look their way. The pretty blonde cursed him silently, but it wasn't like they lacked attention already. Her outfit never ceased to attract prying eyes. Every man they encountered, from the shy teenager with widening eyes to the old grandfather almost losing his stick at her sight, couldn't help but ogle her exposed long legs, short skirt and skin-tight crop top.
Alice was beyond looking like vulgar at this point, she almost felt like she was stripping for the whole street! Husbands looked at her with arousal while their wives tried to make them walk faster, as far away from this vile whorish temptress as humanly possible. Even the regular dads, family men pushing their strollers or walking with their toddlers, couldn't help but catch glimpses of her exposed curves and slutty apparel.
The "Yes Daddy?" mention on the young girl's shirt might have been to blame for that. It made quite the impression, even though most of their audience failed to understand the true meaning behind those words.
It wasn't just a not-so-subtle hint to a dubious sexual kink. It was a title of ownership, same as the dog collar Alice was wearing around her neck. For whom looked closer, beyond appearances, it showed who the master and the pet were, in their weird little duo. It made the averted eye understand that, like so many regular people at this late hour, Mr. Thompson was merely walking his bitch…
***
As they reached the restaurant door, Alice genuinely thought the staff wouldn't let her in. It was a classy place, three stars at least, located on the upper floors of a large skyscraper. They surely wouldn't want their customers to think it had become a brothel, a whorehouse for teenage fuck-ups! But Mr. Thompson told them his name and the reservation hour, and the gatekeeper let them in respectfully.
As she walked in the hallway with gilded ceilings and fancy murals on the walls, the 19-year-old girl felt embarrassed by how out of place she seemed in here. When the elevator's doors finally closed, she exhaled a sigh of relief. At last, no one was watching her in this ludicrous attire. Well, no one, except for him...
"Are you enjoying this?" Alice asked, resentfully. "Parading me around like a trophy, making me look like a wanton whore to every passerby? I thought you asked me out on a date, Mr. Thompson. Not that you'd spend the evening tormenting and disgracing me!"
"Then, what did you think, Miss Thornwood?" the middle-aged man replied with a calm and condescending tone. "That I invited a half-witted college dropout like you for your conversation on international politics or literature? That I'd replace your absent father, play the part of the concerned dad trying to get you out of this filthy strip-club you work at? I'm not your teacher anymore Alice, and you're not a child. I have no obligation to counsel you, to protect you, nor to try and urge you on the right path. I actually think the one you've chosen fits your talents perfectly! So, no, tonight isn't some kind of intervention or a rescue mission on my part. I only wanted to invite my lousy former student turned cock-loving stripper for dinner. I'm here to have fun, and so should you."
"You don't have to be so demeaning, old man," she answered, hurt in her feelings. "And you and I have very different conceptions of fun! I really thought that… That you wanted to see me for some quality time. That it meant something to you. That I meant something to you!"
The teen blonde poured her heart out for him, for a wretched creep who shouldn't have anything to do with someone as young and beautiful as her, but that's not what Mr. Thompson took out of what she said. He seized her neck and forced her to retreat back against the wall. He didn't choke her, but Alice knew better than to try and get away from his grasp.
"I told you not to call me "old man". Remember how you should address me, girl!" He said, with a thunderous voice.
"I'm... I'm sorry, sir," she answered feebly.
"Sorry won't cut it! I told you to respect your elders. Do I have to discipline you even at a time like this?"
Alice's eyes grew wide in terror. She knew very well what Mr. Thompson's "discipline" looked like: spanking her ass red, and he was insane enough to do it in this elevator. Where, at any second, the doors could open and let a crowd of people see what was happening inside.
She couldn't let that happen! She had to do anything in her power to avoid another public humiliation!
"I'm sorry for talking back, sir," she begged. "You're absolutely right, I'm just a stupid girl who doesn't know her place. But I'll be good. I promise I'll be good!"
The old professor smiled, enjoying the mix of fear and respect in the in the teenage girl's blue eyes. But he noticed a third emotion was there as well. Something that shouldn't be found in the eyes of a young woman being castigated by a much older man... Arousal! And he relished it.
"Good. Then, regarding what you said, I'm sorry if I gave you a false impression, Miss Thornwood," he added. "You don't mean anything to me. To anybody, actually! Your mother left you crippled with debts and your father didn't even bother to see you grow up. No one gives a shit about you. You're nothing, a failure, a big disappointment to everyone that's ever crossed your path. I'm just the old guy who crossed it twice and thought that maybe, just maybe, there was something worth salvaging in you. But not as a lover, not as a daughter, not even as a low-class hooker…"
He touched the young girl's dog collar softly, pulling on the iron circle, forcing her to get closer to his wrinkled face and contemplate his yellowing teeth. He was such an unsightly man, but their proximity made Alice shudder nonetheless.
"No, as property," he said, with a cruel smirk. "As a slave, or even an object, whose only purpose is to be used to satisfy my urges. You're even beneath a bitch to me, Miss Thornwood! You're a mindless fleshlight, a piece of tissue I mop my sperm with before throwing it in the trash. I'm not your high school sweetheart trying to get in your pants by driving you to a romantic location under the moonlight to make-out. I don't have a shred of respect or affection for you! The only reason I asked you out, the only role you have been given this evening, is to make my cock hard and to empty my old balls. Did I make things a little clearer for you now, slut?"
The young blonde felt like crying again. How could he demean her to a level lower than a human, lower than an animal! He had been her teacher for several years, for Christ's sake! How could she only be an object to him? And why did his opinion mean so much to her? Mr. Thompson was nothing to her only a few weeks ago, just a bad souvenir from her high school years she'd been happy to forget.
And yet, there she was, terrified at the idea that what this vile, overweight, debauched old man had just said was the truth. That she truly was a worthless failure, a good-for-nothing skank. But if this idea scared and pained her this much, why was her pussy tightening this way? Why did the hand he had put on her collar made her brain overheat?
Maybe he was right, denigrating her. Maybe her rightful place was indeed in this strip-club, and being humiliated by an ugly divorced father without a single redeemable quality... Everything had gone downhill in recent years. Even her whole life, now that she thought about it! None of her friends or family members seemed to care what happened to her anymore. Alice was left completely alone, fending for herself.
Up until now… Because even though Mr. Thompson had nothing but contempt and disdain for her, he still came to see her many times those past few weeks, and he invited her to this luxurious place. The fact he treated her so badly, using her like a toy for his sick and perverted games, was of no relevance. At least, he was here. He was the only one who hadn't given up on her yet. That was reason enough to hang on to him, if only for a bit longer.
"I… I understand, sir," she said, humbly. "Thank you for being straightforward and showing me my self-worth. I won't disappoint you, I promise."
The evil old man gave her a warm satisfied smile, a sign of approval the young girl had been desperate to earn, and gently patted her bum above her skirt. She felt the toys in her pussy and ass wiggle in excitement.
"I know you won't, Miss Thornwood," he replied, suddenly all mellow. "That's why you're my special girl. You're the only one of my students who understood her place. And yours is being my personal cum dumpster. Things are simpler once they're said out loud, aren't they?"
The term "cum dumpster" stung. The very idea was gut-wrenching, nauseating! Alice only heard it said in the most disgusting porn videos she'd seen, before switching to another one because of how gross that sounded. And now, that same term was applied to... Her. Fuck, being called a slut or a whore was already bad enough, and now this? It's like her mind was out the equation, and that her only use was to be a sewage drain for this despicable man.
She had never been called something so humiliating in her life! She should've protested, but she couldn't find the strength to. Because of how overwhelming the old man presence was, of course, but also because something weird and deviant had awoken inside her when she had heard those foul words. An emotion the young blonde was getting accustomed to in recent weeks, even though it emerged at the most bizarre times... Eagerness...
"Y... Yes, sir. So much simpler," Alice said, trying to hide both her shock and her curiosity.
The grey-haired teacher put his hand beneath her panties and began probing her asshole with his finger, moving it next to her buttplug. The teen stripper squeaked in surprise. What was he doing? He had never gone that far with her, even when they were in the private room! Though, this new sensation wasn't completely unpleasant.
"Good. Then, since we're on the same page, I must confess I can't wait to dump my load in that tight little ass of yours, Miss Thornwood."
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