Teachers Pet

by

Heather Alexander

 

'Click-click' was the noise made by my 4in stiletto-heeled shoes as I walked along the hardwood floor. Turning the corner I found myself face-to-face with three other young men; I sat down on the last remaining free seat. They looked at me and I smiled at them a couple smiled back then we all turned and watched the door.

It opened and another young man appeared like us he was dressed in school uniform. However unlike us around his neck was a simple gold necklace that had the word 'PET' in gold letters; it was a symbol that marked him out as a teachers pet but not just any teacher he was the Headmistresses pet.

He looked at us and smiled then he walked into the school office. I herd him talking to the school secretary; he emerged a couple of minutes later carrying several files then he walked past us and back into the Headmistresses office.

A couple of minutes later he reappeared: "David Robson please follow me," he said. I watched as the boy on the far side of the seats got up and followed him into the office.

Five-minutes later the door opened and they emerged. "John Gordon and the next boy got up and followed him back into the room.

As I sat there waiting my time to come I felt my nerves begin to rise I was waiting for my chance to be a pet, they were the best boys in the school. Teachers relied on there pet's for many things including companionship and even sexual gratification. It is not unknown for pet's to end up marrying, mostly with the single teachers but it has been known to end marriages; teachers have left there husbands to be with there pet's.

"James Alexander," he said.

I stood up and followed him into the office.

There were two women sitting behind the desk one I recognised as our Headmistress the other I did not know.

"Please sit down James," the Headmistress said.

I sat down at the table, from the corner of my eye I saw her pet sit down behind me.

"This is Ms. Stark she was be joining our staff and as such she will be requiring a teachers pet. You have been selected as a possible pet, now Ms. Stark will ask you a few questions to see if you match her requirements. Over to you Ms. Stark," she said and sat down.

I turned my full attention to the other woman, she was much younger probable her mid to late twenties. So it wouldn't be the worst assignment.

After the interview I was sent back to my class. It was a couple of days later when I was sent for my Ms. Stark; she was sitting behind the desk in her office.

"Ah James take a seat," she said.

I smoothed down the sides of my black skirt and sat down in the chair; opposite her she looked at me I smiled trying to lighten the mood.

"I would like to offer you the position of my teachers pet. What do you say?" she said.

"Off course," I replied trying to hide the tone of joy from my voice.

"Good you are aware of the duties required of a teachers pet?" she asked.

"Yes, what would you like me to do?"

"The headmistress is holding a get together so that I can be introduced properly to all the staff. Teachers pets are expected to attended, you will be going as my escort," she said.

"Off course," I replied.

"One final thing; I expect your looking forward to something," she said and she took something out of the drawer and handed it to me, I opened it up and saw that it was the gold necklace that differentiated the pets from the other boys at this school. She got up and walked around the desk and stood behind me I handed the necklace to her sot the she could fasten it round my neck.

"Now there you go you are now officially a teachers pet. You can go back to your class now," she said.

I stood up, "I have to thank you for choosing me," I said and then I walked out of her office.

A couple of days later all the other pets were told to attend a meeting. There were twenty of us there we all sat down at the front facing all of us was Jason Wells and Harry Wallace they were the Headmistresses and deputy Headmistresses pet's respectively.

Jason stood up, "fellow pets tomorrow is a very important day so I want you all on your best behaviour. Your top priority is the pleasure of your mistress is that clear especially those of you how are to act as escorts; please raise your hand so I can see how many of you there are?" he said.

I raised my hand looking around the room I saw about eight other hands raised up. His was now but Harry's was I saw a look of smug satisfaction on Harry's face.

"You can put your hands down now," Jason said.

I lowered my hand.

"Dress code for you is very simple, sexy is what they want and it's what you will give them short skirts, dresses and especially bikinis. Have you got that?"

"Yes," we all replied.

"You will be picked up by the teachers you are escorting. While the rest of us will arrive early and set up then we will act as waiters and servants to both our own teachers and all the other guests," he said.

Saturday morning dawned bright and clear. I was up early and made sure I was especially clean; I had chosen a short strappy pale blue dress that showed off my cleavage and my necklace. Slipping my feet into a pair of matching 4in stiletto-heeled open toes mules, I then picked up my bag that held my two spare bikinis in case I needed a change. I was also wearing a pale-blue one under the dress. Also in the bag were a couple of dresses, some good underwear and a towel.

"Oh look at the perfect little pet," said my sister Louise as I entered the kitchen. I grabbed a quick breakfast then went and waited outside.

Her car appeared and stopped in front of our house, I walked over and opened the back door and got in. She turned and looked at me and she smiled, I smiled back at her. "Why don't you get in the front?" she said. I climbed out of the back and then opened the front passenger door and got in after I closed it she drove away.

She pulled the car into the driveway of the house I followed her out of the car and into the house we were met by Jason he was dressed in a light pink bikini with a short matching sarong wrapped round his waist.

  

  

  

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