Chapter 7 - Unpleasant Thoughts

Stacking her papers on the desk, Caroline smiled to herself, sipping the cold, two hours old coffee. To say the least, she was mostly delighted with it, even if she was alone in her tastes in that particular matter. 


It was a sunny, bright afternoon and she relished in it. The class she was supposed to teach now went on some kind of trip before finals, she could leave earlier. 

She put the papers back into her bag and then stood up to leave but the cup of coffee just stood there, Unfinished. Busty teacher sat back in her seat and then came to a difficult dilema. 

She could wait here for good five or ten minutes and finish her delightful coffee or go home earlier and make it there, waiting good three or two hours before it was good to be drank. 

She took another sip and allowed the godly liquid to collect on her tongue. It a bit surprised her how much her tastes have changed, back in time nothing but the freshest coffee would make it to her lips.

But just a fewteen days and it all turned upside down. Sudden culinary epiphany from her side, absolute change of pace. She couldn’t stand the caffeine drink, unless it was cold. Cold, stood out. Perhaps for an hour, two. Three. The more the better. 

This realization hit her. She could just prepare the coffee in the morning and leave in in the living room. This way there would be always coffee for her, waiting in the perfect form. 

Caroline took another sip satisfied with her newest idea, it would solve plenty of problems. Then she heard them, steps on the corridor, slowly approaching. Too light for Mark, too fast. He always took his time. 

There was only one person that would want to see her then right now and now she is free. Titty redhead turned her eyes towards the doors and even before she saw, she spoke. “Hello, Shirley”

Raven haired, bust carrier looked at her with curious eye. “You some kind of medium now? You see visions?”

“Medium talks with ghosts, darling. They don’t see visions.” Caroline explained politely and took another sip of her coffee, as her titty friend watched curiously. She clearly had the sudden change of tastes for weird one. But she didn’t say a word.

“Then you need to be one hell of a medium to also see visions.” Shirley gave her a mocking smile and then walked a bit closer, leaning on the desk as she had in custom. Her enormous breasts anchored on the countertop.

“Or I just can hear your fat, heavy steps from ten miles.” Rising the cup, she glared at her friend with eyes just as mocking.

“Mean. Either way, me and Charles are going out today to Black Seasam, want to come with us? Warren could come too” Her voice was obviously asking but Caroline spotted something more in it than just pure curiosity. 

“As much as I would love.. I have things to take care of in home. Apologies.” Finishing the godly, dark brew, redhead put the cup down and then stood up from her chair, taking the bag.

“I see… Everything alright between you and Warren?” She canted her head a little. Her tone was much more clear now. Worry. Caroline expected it. Shirley was good when it came to reading emotions.

“We’re on a little break from each other.  Nothing you can worry about.” It wasn’t exactly the thing but titty redhead felt as if something burnt out between them, even if they prepared to already marry.

She ignored his texts mostly, growing tired of responding to him. He was persistent, what annoyed her. And whenever she looked at his pictures, he didn’t appear so handsome anymore. 

‘Not as handsome as Mark, anyways.’ That thought struck her a little. Lately she spent a lot of time with the boy and her life has changed drastically, just when she thought that she can settle down, it all went upside down. 

Whatever was going on her face, Shirley decided it would be time to break her train of thought. “You’ve got something on your collar.” Her voice was a little quiet, a clear sign that she was truly concerned. 

But she didn’t even need to check. She was much aware of it. “Sauce from today’s salad. I know.” Mark again wasn’t careful with coming on her face. Another shirt. 

Caroline rised her eyes at her titty friend and decided that she has to say something. Shirley was her closest friend, almost like a sister. This pointless worry couldn’t possibly be good for her. 

“Listen up, sweetcheeks. Whatever happens between me and Warren..” Her green eyes meet with the sky tainted ones of her friend. “...  I am going to be fine. Really. Of this much I can assure you.”

Shirley nodded, not exactly convinced but clearly with a new perspective to look at it. Caroline was a terrible liar at the usual and Shirley, one of her natural gifts, always knew when people lied.

With those two combined, she could lie all she wanted and all she would meet were those blue eyes, simply staring and demanding the actual answer. Usually, if not always, it was troublesome. 

But she didn’t lie, it was what she honestly believed. What, most likely, was the only reason her friend decided to let it go at this point and not dig herself deeper into the pit of concerns. 

“I’ll write you later, honey.” A honest, warm smile appeared on her face. As much as she didn’t bother much for Warren anymore, Shirley meant a lot. Her legs took her towards the doors, in haste. 

“Did you hear?” She added at the very end with a bit of honest curiosity in her voice, something more and a bit of surprise. 

“Hear about what?” Caroline stood in the door frame, waiting quietly for the news. She didn’t even bother to turn her head around.

“Samantha said that she lied about you. About the entire thing in  school and then immediately resigned. Like, instantly gave all the papers, didn’t even take that month in advance and left. 

“Well.” She thought about her answer for a little while, the atmosphere was really dull at this point. “I suppose she came to her mind and realized that no one believed her.”

“Yeah. I suppose.” Shirley said quietly and then was left behind as her friend marched out of the class, then out of the school. She just didn’t know how to feel about all this. 

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Caroline as always walked into her house, a small but cozy place in the suburbs. She tended the tall, living fence almost fanatically, given she always loved her privacy, god knows how many deviants walked the streets. 

It has grown much more important last weeks, given her newly acquired custom to sunbathe naked. It was Mark’s idea. What was the point of her enormous tits if she didn’t have them tanned?

She wasn’t exactly sure how she didn’t come up with that revelation for her entire life. But the sun was getting stronger with every day, heralding the coming of summer. Caroline had to look properly naked.

Busty redhead turned around and turned the key, the mechanism responded with a quiet clink and then the door was closed. She took off her heels which she took for school, twelve centimeters tall ones. 

Caroline replaced them with other pair, her “home” heels. A pair of monstrous, eighteen centimeter golden ones that Mark once sent her.

 Her foot was almost vertically standing in such footwear, entire weight was put onto her toes and her balance was on the verge at all times. But they looked sexy and that was what mattered.

Carefully treading, as making any sort of movement in such heels was a challenge, she stumbled to her kitchen and then took off her shirt, leaving just the black laced bra beneath. 

There was certain freedom and purity in wearing the least you could in your own home, a satisfaction of the flesh, something that most quelched with their sense of decency.

Through all that happened recently, Caroline attempted to hold that sense much alive, no matter how far she has been pushed. 

Sexual affairs with one of her students, breaking the school dress code, causing an outrage between her own students that she cared for, hiding the truth from her only friend. 

Her tastes changed, the man she willed to marry just a few weeks ago meant not little to nothing. Even through all that, she couldn’t muster even a spark of guilt from herself, she didn’t know why.

It didn’t matter anymore. Any sort of decency that was still lingering within her died out that day when they confronted Samantha. She didn’t know what exactly happened that day, it felt all blurry.

But she knew that something died within her that day and due to what Mark did, whatever he did. She could still lie to others but not to herself, not anymore. 

Every day since then there would be a grim remark of what she did, what she was now. Not in the school, not outside her own space. But here, sitting there just now in her home, a proof.

Redhead turned her eyes to it, asking herself what to do at this point. Mark told her very little, all there was to be done was to get the trouble out of school. By his standards. 
 
She might have lost her decency but not sanity, perhaps guilt was still there, asleep, waiting for her to make that mistake. Caroline wasn’t exactly willing to fall for her own emotions.

It’s not like they were enemies. Samantha simply saw too much and was problematic, therefore she had to go. But only to a degree that made her harmless. Anything further was not necessary. 

Caroline closed her eyes and then let out a deep sigh, leaning on the table. She was caught her own vortex of thoughts, constantly orbiting across the same thing, yet finding no answer to her problem.

Perhaps it would all pass. Rather a dream than a thought or idea but it could be that way. Maybe when everything was silent again and Mark left school, Samantha could go back.

Caroline could do that, Mark explained what borders there were for her. Because it was no longer his problem. For him the case was closed, he cared only for his busty, redhead that would blow him daily.

This green-eyed whore, always willing to run her tongue across his tool and please him, as a proper teacher of her sort would. A slut that would perform his every order, someone dedicated to serving him.

Caroline shook her head. Drifting away into this kind of thoughts wouldn’t be of any use for now. She just did her job as a teacher, his personal teacher. 

“Listen.. I hold nothing against you. I understand why you did what you did, I really do.” Her voice was almost apologetic. In her mind it didn’t seem so awkward to say those things.

“But things are as they are. Hopefully when it all goes down, we’ll return to how things were.” She opened her eyes and stared at the kneeling woman just next to her trash bin.

“So maybe we could just talk it out. What do you say?” The sudden realization struck her, Caroline remembered Mark’s word about how it works. 

“You can talk. I permit it.” It felt strange to say it but the feeling of domination left a pleasant spark within her belly. 

Samantha stared her down with hostile eyes, having no control over her body and being nothing more but a cloth doll in Caroline’s hands. 

‘Right.’ Busty redhead thought to herself as her blonde antagonist spread her lips to say something. ‘She isn’t happy. Probably’