She woke on Friday with Holly wrapped around her body. Gloria giggled as she remembered how they had started to play dress-up for one another with all of her stupendous new clothes, but couldn’t even manage to put on one new outfit when taking the first one off had managed to be volcanically hot all by itself. Sliding out of Holly’s sweet embrace, she was so excited about taking a nice, warm shower, waking her new lover with her moans and then making love to her for an hour or so that she almost forgot to look at her reflection. Almost, but honestly, with a body like hers, it was impossible not to stop and stare for a while.

She was flawless. Her shiny platinum blond hair fell down her back in a million locks and curls, perfectly styled and teased all the way down to the top of her succulent ass-cheeks, where it stopped. Her hips were wide, leading into her tiny waist that couldn’t have been more than twenty inches around, at most, and her legs, which were as perfect as they had always been. Gloria was barefoot, her platforms regrettably slipping off in last night’s activities after a few hours of romping around the apartment, but she found herself compelled to walk as if in heels regardless, poised on her tippy-toes like a dancer. Of course she wasn’t a real one, actual dancers didn’t have bouncy, perky forty-four inch bust lines, even if they wanted them, or supermodel-faces that could probably make a man cum with a wink of one heavy-lidded eye. Her skin didn’t have a mark or a mole on it. Gloria had thought she had banged her elbow fairly hard on the refrigerator when Holly had been eating her out in the kitchen, and even remembered seeing it bruise, but there was nothing there now except for silken, tanned, dazzling skin. It was as if someone had set a sun inside of her, radiating its own light and heat. She looked . . . shiny, almost, or polished. There wasn’t a tanline anywhere on her body, much less a concrete memory in her brain that at one point her skin had been the same white color as the wall behind her.

Holly had snuck up on her from behind as Gloria found herself near hypnotized by her reflection, and snaked an arm around her waist to her already-moistening cunt. Gloria gasped. The two of them had that shower after all. Neither of their tits had ever been so clean.

They walked into the school together, hand-in-hand. Gloria wore bright white knee-high boots with big, funky buckles on them and six-inch stiletto heels, a soft pink micro-mini skirt that was so short it barely deserved that designation doing nothing to hide her bright white stockings with (moan!) pink ribbons underneath. A matching pink thong had been pulled up tight, over her skirt, ready to be snapped by any man that felt like teaching her a lesson for dressing so scandalously. Her top was pink too, two strips of cloth joined together by a small metal chain attached to two loops on either side, showing off her enormous cleavage and looking very flimsy in the face of such overwhelming mammaries. A tiny, red leather handbag swung from her shoulder around a teensy strap.

Holly was dressed similarly, with calf-high black boots with five-inch heels, and a red stretch-micro dress with a pleated hem that floated upwards as she walked, as well as plunging neckline that showcased her gorgeous rack. Holly had been uncomfortable about wearing it, but Gloria assured her with a sweaty fingering session that she would look smashing, and she was right. Red satin gloves adorned her hands as well, making Gloria wish she had remembered to wear her own.

As they stood in the main hallway, Gloria pulled in her lover for a sensual kiss, squeezing her firm bottom. It was common knowledge that she and Holly had been going out for months now, fucking in every spare storage room they could find. As everyone stopped what they were doing to watch, even the couples that had been making out, Gloria remembered why she loved high school so much. Lust conquered all. It was hardly a wonder that she had sucked and fucked her way through college to get a degree in only three years, becoming the youngest teacher at Anchor Creek, just barely twenty-one. She remembered seducing Principal Adams into voting her as the head of the department after being at the school for less than a month. There were few protestations, and they were quickly silenced after she had “convinced” them to change their minds, with the help of her magic fingers and bewitching lips.

“Don’t forget to cancel last period, today, k babe?” She said. “It’s Friday, everybody should go home early. Tell Claire it’s what I want.” Gloria knew the love struck principal would have no choice but to comply.

She let the bangin’ brunette go, and walked to her first class, stopping a few times on the way for some unnecessary drinks from the water fountains, flashing her hot thong-panties to anybody that cared to look – which was everybody.

“History is like, all about men,” she announced to her rapt and attentive class when she arrived. “Men like, run everything. And they should. They’re the reason why we’re here, and without them, like, hot babes like me would never get pregnant and be able to do their like, proper duty and take care of children at home. It’s totally natural to serve them, it’s like, so, so right.” Gloria could feel herself getting turned on. “Our bodies are pleasing to them in every way. Our mouths are perfect recept . . .um, recep . . . like, holders, for their hot, yummy cocks. I think that goes without saying. And like, what’s the best way to suck a cock?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “On your knees! It’s like, totally obvious that babes were just made for supplicat . . . suppli . . . serving. If men are happy, then they give us girls what we want, and then everybody’s happy. So why not use our abili . . . um, abil . . . like, skills, to help them whenever they get hot, big boners?” She giggled, and all the girls in the class giggled with her. All the boys were staring at her bouncing chest, which was how it should be. “Of course, since men are happiest when like, we’re taking care of their dicks, like, we should be making sure that we dress to give them hard-ons like, all the time. It’s the only way us gals can like, succeed in this world. Am I right boys?”

Naturally, they all agreed.

“Well?” She asked. “Girls, get to work. These boys are probably going to be your bosses someday. Show them how you can make them relax.”

Lust-lidded eyes dropped to the bulges in the pants of every boy in class. There were many more girls than boys, some had to double up, but Gloria made sure that everyone’s technique was right. Several occasions forced her to chide her girls for making out too much and switching to a handie instead of focusing on fellatio, until the buxom booted babe grabbed Nadine Williams and Trent Jefferson, bringing them to the front of the class and standing Trent up while her and Nadine’s lips mixed with each other up and down his shaft. Teaching was such a fun job. Gloria swallowed, of course. She was older than Nadine, even if by a few years, and deserved seniority – besides, she was mature enough to love the taste.

Gloria went down to the mailroom after class ended, not really expecting to find anything there now that she had free access to the store. But, to her delight, there was another small brown package there waiting for her. She opened it up, finding a pair of lacy pink gloves and a matching pink collar with the word, “PERFECT”, written on it in shiny rhinestones. It suited her, appropriately enough, perfectly. She knew nothing turned a man on more than to be fucked by an utterly gorgeous babe who knew she was the hottest thing around. She slipped on the gloves, enjoying the quick orgasm each one gave her with a happy little squeal and sigh, and saw another card, the word, “Obey” written on it in pink. The sexy schoolteacher slipped the collar around her neck and clasped it tight, and cummed so hard she could have sworn the world had moved. Her stockings quickly became slick and wet from the hot juices running down her legs.

She had been thinking all wrong, she realized in the euphoric afterglow. It was a mistake to even have been thinking at all. It was too hard, she knew now, for a girl like her. Guys didn’t want to just be fucked, they wanted to be obeyed. Served. It was her job to obey desire, to serve lust, to spread it wherever she could. That meant concentrating only on clothes, on make-up (like she needed it, she thought with a giggle), on fucking and sucking and doing anything that would make a man’s prick feel safe and warm and appreciated, and even more than all of that – to make sure that every girl around felt the same way. Gloria found herself wondering where Coach Jung was. She felt terrible about not swallowing his cum the other day, that wasn’t like her at all. A period-long apologetic fuck-session was in order, she felt. Her cloudy, cum-hazy brain could only hope that he’d let her service him like he needed.

Gloria waved cheerfully to Holly when she passed the receptionist’s office. The red-hot brunette winked in response, sitting in the lap of Vice Principal Peters, whispering sweet nothings into his ear that were giving him a sweet something in his pants. Holly, to her credit, acted surprised when she felt it, though in a very appreciative way. The windows on her office faced the front doors to the school, and after a few more minutes anyone walking in would see Holly on her knees, long dark hair falling in all directions all over the Vice Principal’s lap. He didn’t look like he cared much.

Gloria was on her way to the gym when Nurse Starr suddenly accosted her, grabbing the bodacious blonde by the arm and pulling her inside her office.

“My, Nurse Starr, I had no idea you could be so . . . forceful.” Gloria demurred.

She was dressed in a knee-length white skirt, with a tight brown sweater that hugged against her generous chest. “Don’t say such things, Gloria, it’s not really you saying them.”

Gloria looked at her quizzically.

“Can’t you see it? It’s like a disease, everywhere, this lust, this heat, this uncontrollable sex-craziness. It’s affecting everyone! You! You used to be six inches shorter, your hair only barely went past your ears, you didn’t dress like a scamp, and if you did you wouldn’t look nearly as absolutely and completely gorgeous as you do now, and the smell of sex, hot sweet incredible sex didn’t cling to you like a fog.” Krystal Starr was looking quite turned on by the time she finished speaking.

Gloria pretended to look hurt. “Are you saying you don’t like the way I dress?”

“Of course not, I mean-“ her eyes shot quickly up and down Gloria’s stellar body, and she shook her head. “Of course I don’t! It’s unprofessional. From you! You used to be someone I looked up to at this school, someone who refused to give in, who fought for equal rights! Now look at you!”

Gloria licked her lips. “Yes, Krystal, look at me.” She twirled around, giggling happily. “I know you want to,” she said vainly. “I know you can’t help it.”

The beautiful nurse indeed couldn’t help it, her hands inching towards the glorious curves that her eyes beheld. “S-stop this, immediately. I won’t let you get me too. Don’t you see that you’re being controlled?”

“I am being controlled,” Gloria admitted, and pressed Krystal against her desk. “Controlled by lust. You’re looking so hot today. Wearing a skirt like that, you know what it makes me think.” Her breaths were like soft kisses on the nurse’s face. “You’re driving me crazy, Krystal . . .please, don’t deny me?”

“Deny you wha-mmmpph” Gloria interrupted her with a kiss, pulling apart the buttons of her sweater with one hand, reaching up her skirt with the other. Her push-up bra fell easily.

She fell back against the desk. Gloria’s fingers played at both ends, pumping in an out of her instantly-wet pussy on one, and rubbing a pink nipple between her forefinger and thumb on the other.

“Now let’s think,” Gloria said with a giggle, “if I was affecting everybody, then surely you’d be under my clutches too, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh oh oh my god stop no don’t no yes stop ohhh,” Krystal shook her head, trying to focus. “I was oooh, sick Monday and Tuesday, haven’t been here as long as ohmygod, the others.”

“That’s silly,” Gloria said. “Certainly if I wanted to I could have taken you any time I could have. You’re silly, Krystal. Such a silly girl.”

“What do you meeeeeaann oh oh oh my godd sooo good, god you’re so beautiful oh my god,” Krystal talked uncontrollably, helpless in Gloria’s impeccable clutches.

“Silly girl,” Gloria insisted. “Say it. Say you’re a silly girl.”

“I’ll do no such thaaaaang,” Krystal moaned as she came. “Oh my silly. I mean girl. Oh my you’re still going oh that’s niiiice.”

“Silly girls cum for Gloria all the time, Krystal. You just came, and I made you do it, you must be a silly girl. Say it.”

“But I’m nooot a silly girllll…” Krystal whined weakly. “I’m a professional girl. I mean, oooh, a silly girl. No, I went to colleeeege to be a silllllly girl. A girly silly.” She laughed, another quick orgasm erasing her thoughts. “A silly girl, I’m just a silly girl, I’m a – mmmpph!”

Gloria cut her off, pulling one half of her top aside and sticking one strawberry-size nipple into the bedazzled nurse’s mouth. The two of them hadn’t known it was possible to have an orgasm just from sucking on a gorgeous woman’s breasts, but they certainly found out.

An hour later Gloria left the office with Krystal convinced that the best way to treat anyone who came into her office was with booze, or sex, or both. She had absolutely no idea why she had run out so suddenly, but was going to leave to go get some more as soon as she felt like she could stand again. Gloria suggested that she run by Female Designs on the way – a nurse had to dress to impress, after all, or she could never influence anyone to be well.

Second period had come and gone, but Gloria wasn’t concerned about her students. They would know what to do without her, she was certain. But she was off for third period, and the announcement that fourth period was cancelled had come long ago, so she was free to do as she pleased. She decided, grinning, that she see how her cheerleaders were doing.

Carolina looked just adorable in her new outfit, the school’s colors adorning her caramel-colored body in sexy white stockings with red flowers on them, the pleated skirt the cheerleaders normally wore was now covering essentials only by a nanometer or so, combined with the newly adjusted halter tops that showed more cleavage than most swimsuits. Their breasts bounced cheerfully as they drilled, throwing each other in the air and revealing skimpy lace and thong panties, if, indeed, they were wearing panties at all. Carolina gasped with pleasure when her eyes caught sight of the young blonde teacher.

“Gloria!” She shouted happily. “I was hoping you would stop by.”

More like she begged her to yesterday after spending the period in her clutches, but Gloria didn’t want to waste time with the past.

“Of course, I love watching you work,” she said, licking her erotic lips. “I was wondering if I could borrow Natasha for a little field trip.”

Carolina nodded. “Anything you want,” she said eagerly, then bit her lower lip. “Really, Gloria, I’d do anything at all that you need.”

Gloria smiled at her, and stroked her soft fingers down the side of the Latina’s face. “I know, gumdrop, and I appreciate that tons.” She considered for a moment. “Actually, there is something you could do for me . . .”

Carolina stepped closer, pressing her body against Gloria’s. “Yes?” She obviously thought she knew what the hot blonde wanted.

“It’s an issue with the uniforms,” Gloria said, and then at crestfallen look on Carolina’s face, “No, don’t look so sad, I think you did a stupendous job with them.” Her sensual face brightened immediately. “But the footwear needs work. After all, these girls won’t be as sexy as possible unless they’re wearing sexy shoes, right?”

“Well, that’s true, but then they wouldn’t be able to perform any of the routines . . .”

“That’s why you just need to modify the routines a bit. Maybe if you focused on other kinds of dancing . . . the erotic sort, for instance, is perfectly suited to high heels and platforms.”

“Erotic dancing?” Carolina sounded unsure.

Gloria pulled her in close with her hands around her waist, whispering in her ear. “Look at those hotties, those super-babes that you command.” Carolina’s eyes went to the cheerleaders standing in line. Some of them, taking initiative, had started doing kissing drills on their own. “All those girls, their hot young bodies pressing against each other, sweating, twisting, grinding with each other. With you, if you wanted. That’d put everyone in a good mood, which is what cheerleaders are all about, right?”

“Oh yes,” Carolina breathed.

“Then you’ll get those new shoes, right?”

The toned instructor was too turned on to deny her. “Anything.”

Gloria slipped a card for Female Designs down Carolina’s cleavage. “Good girl. That card has an address where you can buy as many as you need. And all sorts of other hot clothes. Do you like my outfit?”

“God, yes.” Carolina’s eyes had been devouring every bit of it since she had seen Gloria walk in.

“I got it there. Pick up some clothes for yourself while you’re at it. Indulge. A scorching hot babe like you deserves it, don’t you think?”

Gloria kissed instead of waiting for an answer, not wanting to hear any more protests.

The drive to the Female Designs store was a fairly quick one. Gloria had been speeding the whole way, enjoying the thrill of going over ninety miles an hour on the small town’s roads while Natasha was planting soft kisses on her neck and ears. The hot teen queen filled her new uniform very nicely. Overfilled, to be truthful, but Gloria didn’t think anyone would complain about that. It was a wonder she didn’t get pulled over with the way she was driving, but she was certain she could have talked her way out of it. Or sucked, or fingered, or fucked, or even by having Natasha do any of those things for her.

“I’m bringing you here because you’re the hottest babe in school,” she told the hot teen queen, “well, besides me, I mean.” She blew herself a little kiss in the rearview mirror, checking her appearance one last time before exiting the car.

“And this is where you’ve gotten your hot new clothes?”

“That’s right, and now you’ll get to dress just like me! Great, huh?”

“Awesome,” Natasha enthused.

Gloria was about to say something else, but upon entering the store she was struck absolutely speechless. In front of the counter there was a stunningly handsome man, the single-most attractive male that she had ever seen. Her knees suddenly felt like they were nothing but jelly, her stomach filled with butterflies on speed. He had blonde hair with that just-woken up look that Gloria now decided she was in love with, and he looked like he had been waiting for them.

“Welcome to Female Designs,” he said, his voice making Gloria’s puddle of a mind melt just a little bit more. “Or welcome back, I should say to you, Miss Phine.” He smiled at her, and it was phenomenal.

She wanted to rush to him, to kiss him, to seduce him and convince him to fuck her right there on the soft soft carpet of the store. Somehow, she managed to find her composure, smiling prettily right back at him. Gloria took a deep breath, and reminded herself that she was gorgeous. She was gorgeous enough for him. She hoped.

“Hello handsome,” she said in her sexiest voice, making love to the words as they entered his ears. “You must be like, the owner of the store?”

She hadn’t meant for the sentence to turn into a question, but it felt more natural. It was just so hard to be sure about anything when she was just a girl. She held out a hand, which the man took and kissed, making Gloria squirm delightedly as a mini-orgasm bolted through her body. Gloria was wearing high high heels and he still stood several inches over her. It felt so natural to look up to him.

“That’s right,” he said. “I’m Mark, the proprietor of this establishment.”

Gloria giggled. He was using such big words. He was looking at her like he would fuck her against the window behind her and make her beg for more. She basked in the thought.

“I see you’re already bringing others to enjoy my clothes. Fantastic, Gloria, you’re being a very good girl.”

Gloria moaned, the endearment bringing another mini-orgasm. Natasha held out her hand just as Gloria did, and Mark kissed it as well.

“Natasha,” the teen beauty breathed.

“Of course. You’re Gloria’s sister?”

They both giggled. “Oh no,” said Gloria. “She’s a student from school. She’s so hot, I just had to let her know about this place. Everything here is so absolutely wonderful.”

Her eyes sparkled like sapphires as she cast adoring looks at Mark. He was so hot.

“Hmm,” he said. “Could’ve sworn you were sisters. You’re both just such really hot babes that, well, nevermind.” His eyes ran over both of their phenomenal bodies, slowly, methodically, knowingly. “Natasha,” he let his gaze cast on the blonde teen, “feel free to look around the store and come up to the counter whenever you’re ready to check out. Gloria and I will be up here.”

Natasha ardently went through the rows of clothing, picking out different items right away. Mark’s hand found a resting place on Gloria’s tight, toned ass, his fingers toying with the thong rising up out of it. She didn’t think she had ever been so happy.

“So um,” Gloria said, twirling nervously with a long, long strand of glossy blond hair, “there was something that like, I wanted to ask you?”

Mark’s eyes were focused intently on Gloria’s huge, stiffening nipples. She raised her chest up to give him a better view.

“Go ahead,” he said.

Her voice went as soft as it ever had, nearly a whisper. “Um, like, well, there’s a dance tonight at the school, and like, if you weren’t doing anything, um, I was really, like, hoping that maybe you could go with me, maybe? Pretty please?”

Gloria’s hands were clasped in front of her waist, one toe hopefully digging into the carpet, her eyes downcast, completely unaware of her own beauty.

“Sure,” he said casually, and Gloria cheered inside, “I’ll swing by and pick you up at seven, okay?”

“That would be totally fantas . . . fan . . . I mean, really awesome.” She giggled again. Words were hard.

“So you like my clothes, Gloria?” He asked.

“Totally!” She said enthusiastically, wanting to make him smile. “They’re like, the best things that have ever been made ever.”

He smiled, just like she hoped, and made her swoon. “Thank you. I designed them all myself. The fabric is one-of-a-kind, you might have noticed.”

He kept talking, using big terms explaining away the chemical make-up of the fabric, but Gloria couldn’t focus on his words. She just lost herself in his dreamy eyes, wanting nothing but to kiss him. She licked her lips, giving their puffy pink surface a glossy shine.

“Oh,” he realized, smiling slyly. “I suppose an explanation can wait until later. Is there something you wanted to say?”

She shook her head. “It was more like there was something I wanted to do?”

One strong, manly hand sat under her chin, guiding her face towards his in what was the most perfect moment of Gloria’s entire life. The kiss was short, but sweet, Gloria moaning into his mouth when another orgasm spiraled down towards her pussy. One of the stunning blonde’s boot-clad feet popped up on reflex. Natasha interrupted them, holding an armful of clothes.

“I wanted to get these?” She said, a tangle of underwear, sexy shoes, and outfits in her hands.

Gloria and Natasha exited the store a little while later, Natasha having four bags of clothing in her hands. Gloria picked up a few more items for herself, mostly small knick-knacks like a gem-studded chain that spelled out “Sexy” to put around her waist as a mock-belt, and a plethora of new styled collars.

“I just spent like, over a thousand dollars,” Natasha giggled.

“Well, like, at least you got one free,” said Gloria, giggling with her.

Mark had been nice enough to give Natasha a free outfit since she had spent so much money at the store, but only if she put it on before leaving and only if he got to choose what it was. Natasha was so happy with the deal that she kissed Mark right on the lips, which resulted in them making out for a good two or three minutes while Gloria looked on in horny envy until the dreamdoll hunk gently reminded Natasha that she needed to change. She came out a few minutes later looking boner-inspiring in the exact same outfit that Gloria had on.

“Sisters should dress alike,” he said with a smile.

Lost again in his eyes and a bit dazed from the necking session they had been enjoying while Natasha was in the dressing room, Gloria forgot to correct him.

“Also, like, I’m sure you can convince Dad, I mean, your Dad, that you need some more money.” Gloria winked at her. “You just have to ask him the right way.”

Gloria knew Natasha’s family was loaded, just like she knew most things about her hot young protégé. She had known her for like, a billion years, so it was only natural.

“Gloria!” Natasha sounded a bit shocked. “Not with, I mean, I couldn’t . . .”

“Why not? He’s a guy, like any other.” Except for Mark, anyway. “He’ll probably love it, too. It would make him hot, having his tart of a daughter giving him a little lip-service.” She giggled.

Natasha giggled with her, brushing a hand through her thick, blonde tresses. “I guess you’re right,” she admitted after a bit, grinning. “So like, how long have you and Mark been going out now?” Natasha asked.

Gloria giggled at the thought. “Oh, we aren’t . . .”

She was about to say Mark wasn’t her boyfriend, but that wasn’t right at all. Gloria and he had been dating, and fucking, since high school when he first moved to town. They had practically owned the school. Gloria remembered sucking off all of his teachers before finals to make sure her beau got straight A’s. Nothing but the best for him, and Gloria was his, so she, obviously, had to be the best. She giggled helplessly at the sudden flood of memories. He was the reason she grew her hair out so long, to her ass. Mark always said that a girl who wore her hair long was showing to the world that she cared more about looks than practicality, and if a girl’s hair was really long it just meant that she wanted to spend more time fussing with her appearance than anything boring like schoolwork or anything else that needed a lot of thinking. He would parade her around the school, big strong hands grabbing her ass possessively as he openly flirted with other girls. Gloria knew he slept around, heck, she helped seduce more than half of the girls that Mark was with, and made sure to be there if he ever felt like a threesome. Gloria’s duties as cheerleader captain interfered sometimes with being with Mark at all times, so she made sure that there was always a hot babe at his side to keep him all kinds of company. In fact, she was the only babe in the school with an actual boyfriend – all the others made sure to keep themselves available in case Mark decided he wanted to bone them that day. Gloria couldn’t blame them, Mark was a stud, and studs deserved a lot of girls. A hundred for each day of the week.

“Anyway,” Natasha broke her out of the spell, “I’m just like, soooo jealous of you. He’s got to be the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen.”

Gloria looked at her sister and smiled. “You know he totally wants to bone you, too.”

Natasha blushed. “Shut up!”

“I’m serious! He tells me it all the time.”

“You think I really have a chance?”

“Of course you do, beautiful. He loves screwing me, and we look just alike, so . . .”

“Oh Gloria!” Natasha moved from her seat and hugged her, holding on. “That would make me so happy.”

Natasha’s face was buried in Gloria’s mammoth melons. “Well, what’s a big sister for?”

The teen laughed. “Sister? We’re not – ”

She paused then, as if thinking about something. Gloria recognized it, it was the same sort of breaks in thought that she had been getting lately. Had she? Now it was hard to remember. A giggle popped a few more brain cells sifting around in the lust-riddled haze of her brain.

“It’s just like, we’re around each other so much,” Natasha explained. “I hardly ever think of you as my sister.”

Gloria kissed the top of her forehead. “I know the feeling.”

The two of them had been dominating the high school ever since Natasha had been of age to go. She remembered seducing Carolina Flores, not for the first time, into naming her sister as her successor as cheerleader captain. By that time the lovely Latin-beauty barely needed seducing, but it was fun to make her submit to her will the long way. Carolina had such an endearing way of squirming as Gloria convinced her again and again of things that she never would believed if not for the glorious blonde’s intense sexual atmosphere.

She felt wet again, and slowly guided Natasha’s head down to her pussy, carefully avoiding the steering wheel. The gorgeous teen offered no resistance. It was so nice having a kid sister, Gloria thought with a grin.

Mark arrived right on time at her apartment, though they left a bit later than they should have. She had to introduce him to Holly, but during their conversation realized with a start that the two had met long ago, and that Holly had in fact been kind enough to suck Marks’s superb cock when Gloria had to teach at school on occasion. Natasha had been busy dumping her boyfriend when Mark arrived, staying over at Gloria’s place like what was usual on Fridays, but came out dressed to fuck in a sparkling silver-minidress that revealed everything and hid nothing. Gloria and Holly’s own dress were of a similar design, with the same long slits along the sides and plunging neckline, the fabric of the outfit seemingly held up entirely by their gargantuan titties, except that Holly’s was red and Gloria’s was gold. They each wore sparkling skin-tight thigh-high boots with six-inch platform heels that matched their outfits, Gloria was the only one with a collar on. It was black, the word “HIS” spelled out in rhinestones. After she, Holly, and Natasha traded kisses on the couch with the hunk for a few dozen minutes he suggested that it was time to leave to go to the dance. They all reluctantly left his lap.

Holly drove, acting the chauffer as usual. The two blonde bimbo babe sisters entertained Mark in the backseat, alternating between kissing each other and kissing him to turn him on. It was so great to obey his desire.

Mark strutted into the gym where the dance was being held like he owned the place, and Gloria supposed that since she basically owned the school and Mark owned her, he did indeed. Gloria and Natasha were wrapped around his arm on either side, looking at nothing but his handsome face. All eyes turned to them when they entered, everyone stopping what they were doing to stare. The sexual heat emanating from their presence was nigh-tangible, filling the heads of everyone in the area, clouding their thoughts, pushing any old ideas aside and filling their now air-filled heads with tits, legs, skin, hair, sex. It was impossible to be in the same room as Natasha or Holly without thinking about hard, forceful fucking, let alone the dazzling epitome of lust that was now Gloria.

Most of the girls, as Gloria had hoped, were dressed in miniskirts and tight tops, pressing their bodies fervently against whatever boys were with them. Many were dancing with other girls, while the guys whooped and cheered them on. Gloria saw Carolina passionately kissing Rebecca Hodges, a sweet-bodied brunette Junior cheerleader. She recognized the design of her dress from Mark’s store. Her eyes fell on Claire Adams after a few minutes, sending her a wink and then Holly to occupy her time. Mark had given all three of them plenty of business cards to pass around, which they did eagerly, wanting everyone to experience how great he was at Female Designs. When Gloria ran out of cards, she spiked the punch with a bottle of vodka brought from home. No sense in not having some fun.

Mark picked up a chair and brought it to the middle of the dance floor, Gloria and Natasha in tow, and then ordered the two blondes to show the other girls how to dance. They started by bumping and grinding against each other, wanting to excite him with their bodies – it certainly worked for the circle that had gathered around the trio. Then they moved to either side, and proceeded to rub every inch of body that they could around Mark’s, each blonde beauty wrapping a lavishly long leg around one of his, sliding the inside of their legs against his thighs while their tits were mashed against his face and body in tune with the thumping beat of the music. If they let up, it was only to kiss each other, or him, which happened a lot. Holly, still with Principal Adams, began to give her the same sort of treatment. The petite redhead was powerless to stop the newly-turned bisexual, and soon the sex and heat created from their collective bodies began to affect everyone in the same way. Formerly chaste, prim high school girls were acting like strippers, handing out lap dances to anyone that even hinted at the idea. Gloria barely noticed, because Mark kept touching her legs, her tits, her hair. It was so hard to think about anything except what a hunk he was when he was so close, so right. It was so hard to think when she was just his silly babe. Just a girly girl with air in her head and sex on what little of her mind she could use.

By the time they left, have the student body were exploring student’s bodies. The sweet perfume of sex and lust reverberated throughout the entire school. When nooks and corners in the gym ran out, many went to classrooms. Most simply stopped caring and screwed on the dance floor, though a lot of them had enough decency left to use a tablecloth to cover themselves. Mark, however, wanted a little more privacy.

Mark spent the night at Gloria’s apartment that night, as did Natasha, Holly, and a hot senior (and at future valedictorian) Elisha Lee, who for some reason seemed more focused on pleasing Gloria than Mark at first. She didn’t quite understand the hot Asian’s reasoning, but then Mark (he was so smart!) suggested she put on some of Natasha’s new lingerie to help her get in the mood. That and a bottle of wine made her up for anything, including three other sexy-hot girls and a guy. Mark fucked Gloria first, alone in her bedroom while the others got drunker playing drinking (and kissing) games. He told her it was her privilege, for being the first. He told her she should expect certain privileges for being so beautiful, and so his. They had screwed a hundred thousand times before, Gloria remembered most of them, except for the times when she had blacked out from the pleasure, but for some reason, that night after the dance felt like the first. She supposed it was just because he was so utterly fabulous at it. After their romp, Mark invited everyone else inside.

They rested very little that night.