~ Hello, Kitty! ~

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OOC: this is currently a closed thread for Ariosto and I. Please enjoy the story and watch for developments which may include room for others (pm either Ariosto or myself if you want to join later) as it progresses. Thanks! ~M.

IC: Kitty Q.- is a slightly plump yet exquisitely beautiful girl at 5’6 and 150 pounds. She has long disheveled blonde hair done up in makeshift pigtails with black ribbon bows. She is wearing a very short red plaid skirt and a tight white tank top with the words “ spank you very much” across the front of it in black lettering. She has white cotton ankle socks on under her black patent leather mary - jane shoes and a small fake tattoo of a black cat on her right shoulder.
Kitty is fond of wearing heavy black eyeliner much to her parent’s chagrin- makes her look “trashy” according to her mother. To her though, it draws just enough attention to those huge dark brown eyes of hers that have a way of looking like she is always thinking of mischief…and she usually is.
She is in summer school to make up credits lost by skipping her art class too often and consequently lowering her g.p.a below what is required to get into her chosen college that fall. And not at all pleased about it…




~Hello, Kitty! ~

Amidst the reluctant shuffle and malaise-filled environment of the first day of summer school, Kitty sulked while she sat at her desk in the front row. Her dark mood was evident by the pout on her pretty lips and her furrowed pale forehead.

‘This is the shittiest way on earth to spend my 18th birthday.’, she thought, as she drummed her pencil absentmindedly on her desk and kicked her legs back and forth.

The class quieted down to a low occasional chatter and Kitty loudly popped her gum.

At least she had the party to look forward to tonight, a costume birthday bash being thrown by a few of her girlfriends who had the day to plan it and the luxury of a real summer …complete with her own parents vacationing up north.

‘This is what I get for trying to have a good time in this hell hole all year,’ she muttered under her breath between aggressive gum snaps.

She realized that if she wanted to get into Colby later, summer school session was crucial. Still, it was a rude awakening into the world of consequences and results.

Kitty sighed and parted her thighs wide, not realizing that she was displaying the crotch of her pink cotton panties with the little cat foot print design all over them. There was a fading bruise on the otherwise flawless plump inner thigh, a leftover from a wild night last weekend riding the mechanical bull down at Okies’ - a country western bar that she and her friends snuck into with fake i.d.’s.

She continued to drum the pencil on her desk and snap her bubblegum, even after the class quieted down.
 

"Good morning class and welcome to Art History 111."
Steele was hungover and didn't look his best.
His hair was tossled, he hadn't shaved and he'd chosen a tie that clashed badly with his sports coat.
Fuck it.
It was only summer school at Wentworth Prep and all the choice young morsels were gone till September. The only reason he was teaching on this humid June day was to pay off the back alimony that Judy was again threatening to go to court over.

"I hope your all ready to go, cause we have to cover about forty thousand years of history in six weeks...That's about...about..."

Oh God! Why did he go to that farewell party for Miss Snucks the PE teacher..well hell he knew why. He should have at least showered...probably smelled like cum...
He smiled at the warm fuzzy memory, his mind wandering...

"That's 15,000 years a week Professor Steele. 3,000 years a day."

The voice was crisp and confident. He looked at the pigtailed girl on the front row...(pigtails!). Instead of the usually bovine stares of an early morning class, she was looking right at him, dark eyes almost...challenging.

"Unhhh yes, that's right. Thank you Miss..."

"Kitty."
She grinned, "Short and sweet."

Well she wasn't that short but she did look sweet indeed.
He managed a smile,
"Maybe we better get started then, shall we?"

 
Kitty

Kitty was momentarily distracted by Professor Steeles' appearance. She took great pleasure in noting that he looked as though he had been out partying last night, and that he seemed as though he would rather be somewhere else sleeping it off than in this classroom this early in a room full of obnoxious petulant treenagers.

She half-smiled back at him and lowered her gaze for a second, flicking her dark eyes back to his face to see if he was still looking at her and continued with the incessant drumming of her pencil.

" I saw a picture of a Sheela-Na-Gig carving once. "

Kitty smoothly challenged no one in particular, though she kept her fiery eyes locked on Steele.

" I think the class might like to know what that is, sir, can you tell us more about it? You know, that ancient celtic piece of the female demon with her legs apart pulling her labia wide, and she has those big googly eyes?"

Some of the kids in the class snickered, and Kitty looked over her shoulder in approval, smiling widely. When she returned her glance to Steele, smiling jackal-like at him.

Absentmindedly she closed her knees together and leaned forward resting her pretty face on her hands, unabashedly gazing at his crotch with an amused expression.

She snapped her gum loudly and put down her pencil.
 

Steele's mental fingers raked through his fuzzy memory as he attempted to recall the statue. Celtic was not his field but he did retain a mental image of every spread labia he'd ever seen, stone, wood, bronze or flesh...but this one eluded him.

" I am glad that we are all adult enough at Wentworth to discuss frankly sexual works without undue embarassment,"
The class seemed to have perked up amazingly and more than one young fellow was looking at Miss Q with appraising eyes.

The provacateur smiled and snapped her gum again.

Julian continued,
"In fact the statue you mentioned reminds me of an even more infamous one in the the Pompeii Museum. It's a small terra cotta of a courtesan, errr a prostitute that is, laying on her back, her long shapely legs spread wide and thrusting a large squash into her vagina. Now she didn't have big googly eyes but mine got that way when I saw it...
Heh heh."

There was a palpable tension in the classroom now. He'd never had such an attentive audience.
"Now before we proceed to the syllabus, are there any more comments from anyone?"

Inside his pleated trousers, Professor Steele played stroke and put with his raging erection.
 
Kitty

"just one more, Professor..."

She lifted her pencil as though it were a symphony conductor's wand and parted her knees again.

"Courtesans and prostitutes are not necesssarily the same thing...for even though courtesans might fuck, they tend to um, spread their talents evenly, using their wit, artistic skills as well as their cunts to entertain their cleintele."

Kitty knew she was pushing it by using vulgatity, and her eyes flashed and sparkled with amusement at the tension she was causing in the room.

"heh, you kiss your daddy with that mouth, heh heh?"
Came a boy's voice from the back row.

Kitty abruptly wheeled around and locked eyes with the challenger and purred out:

"No, bitch, but I eat your mom's pussy with it while she spanks your daddy's bitch ass."

The class burst into hoots and cackles, and Kitty sat back in her seat and winked at Steele grinning.
 


Steele knew it was time to queer this conversation fast. He was fully tenured but the new administation at Wentworth was an unknown factor and it was way to soon to have students complaining about the language used in his class.
He didn't give a flip about the content of course. He was controversial and it's why he'd been hired by that old 'lech' Wentworth Jr. in the first place.
He tried...
"Excuse me, but perhaps we could tone that down to something like, gamouching your maters mons veneris while spanking your paters fundaments."

The attempt to defuse the situation failed utterly...

"I knew you were a fucking Dyke, you tatooed whore. Bend over and I'll stick this up your ass!"

My God that was Peter Hollingsworth III, son of the famous trail lawyer, standing up and yanking his schlong out!
It had certainly attracted the attention of the coeds.

"STOP!"
Julian' knit his brows fiercely and tried to look like that giant glowering head of Constantine that he'd been told he resembled.

Pandemonium was breaking out! Was that a knife in Miss Q's hand!

"CLASS DISMISSED!"
That got to them. Peter stuffed himself back in and Kitty settled slowly back down looking just a bit less like a murderess.

"Paper due tomorrow...500 words on...on...on..."
"My best fuck during summer vacation?...That be okay Professor?"
The outrageous girl was grinning up at him.

Steele glared at her.
"Yes that would be fine...Now everyone get out of here!
Except YOU , Miss Q. I want a word with you in my office."
 
Kitty

The knife was actually nothing more than a silver pen catching the light a certain way, but it may as well have been the way Kitty threw it dart like at Peter, missing him but still able to bring him crashing down hard to his knees when she tripped him on his way out.

"Oops, so sorry, peter. You really should watch your step. And by the way...(she looked up innocently at Steele, then glared back down to peter)..."I apologise for using profanity."

Peter clambered to his feet beet-faced and stomped out of the room silently.

She exchanged thumbs up signals to a few of the students who saluted her on their way out, and high fived one tall thing girl, Jenny, a quiet and plain looking thing who had been sitting right behind her.

When the room was empty except for the two of them, she looked sincerely at Professor Steele.

" I guess I know how to clear a room today. I really am sorry about that, it was pretty inappropriate of me to use that kind of language, and disrupt your class... Hey, are you feeling ok, Steele?"

Her pretty face assumed a tone of sincerity and she demurely spat out her gum in a tissue.
 

Julian finally had an opportunity to appraise his new disruptive element and although his tastes uaually ran to slender girls he found this one extraordinarily appealing. Physically that is...visions of those big tits filling both hands and his cock buried in her pussy flitted through his brain and he found himself with a burgeoning 'stiffy'.
He sat down behind his desk and let his hand rove up and down the thickening length of warm meat in his pants.

"Ahhhh....just fine, miss....Q?"
Her nipples were trying to poke through her thin tight shirt and he found it somewhat hard to think rationally.
"In class we should perhaps tone things down, but...."

She was on his desk leaning close, his eyes plunged into her cleavage.

"But in here...of course..."
He licked his lips,
"you can say anything you want."
 
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