Teacher_(4)

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He chuckled. "You're jealous because you want some of that, too, neh?" He chuckled again, looking at Wendy. "You want some as well, don't you?"

He laughed out loud at the look on Miranda's face.

"You're not allowed to be jealous, bitch!" he snarled, then looked at Wendy. "You either! Especially of each other, or I'll never fuck either one of you again, and good luck finding anyone who can make you come like I can!"

"What do you mean?" Wendy said, at the same time as her mother. In unison. They looked at each other, both of them surprised; then they both looked at him together.

"I mean this," he said, dropping to one knee. He reached down with both hands and grabbed each of their bare pussies. His thumbs found their clits as his middle two fingers caressed between their labia, but penetrating neither.

Both of them started to rise in surprise, but his strength held them in place without hurting, and before long his talented digits were having an effect. They both felt it, and he could see it in their eyes.

He looked deeply into Miranda's eyes, his thumb rubbing gently over her clit, making her waves of pleasure rise and fall with her breathing as he let go of Wendy.

"I want you to love me, Miranda. I want you to love me, and I'll give you THIS whenever you want." His fingers went inside her and found her G-spot, stroking it in time with her pleasure, bringing her to higher heights than she ever knew possible.

Wendy watched as her mother screamed in pleasure until she passed out, which he finally allowed, and her curiosity was plainly written on her face when he looked at her. He nodded to her unasked question and smiled, then looked back at Miranda, who was just coming around.

She opened her eyes and found herself looking up into a man's smiling eyes. For a long moment, she didn't know who he was, but his eyes were kind and smiling, so she felt safe in his arms as she lay there. Then her memory came back, of who she was, and who HE was, and she was laying on the floor in his arms. She stiffened and started to panic, but he held her still. She was safe, so she stayed.

"I love, Miranda. You are the first one I've ever meant that to. I've said it before, pff, who hasn't? But I never meant it before now. I can see that, and all the times everyone has said it just cheapens the words compared to what I feel right now. I love you."

"I don't even know your first name!" Miranda giggled. "How am I supposed to say it back and mean it? I don't even know you, sir."

"Evan." he told her, "My first name is Evan," then pressed into her G-spot again, and this time, she was able to stay conscious. Barely. He was smiling down at her, and then he looked over at Wendy.

Miranda followed his gaze and saw her daughter, kneeling beside her, and looking down with a sense of wonder and awe. The same expression she had worn herself, those dark nights when her room-mates were screaming the same passion she'd just felt herself.

He was looking at Miranda again. "Do you really want to deny her this pleasure? She's the same age you were when you learned about this and began wanting it too. Don't make her waste her life in ignorance. Let me teach her about it with you."

"I love you." Miranda said, tasting the words for the first time. Her eyes filled with wonder, and she said it again. "I love you."

She looked at her daughter and said, "I love you, too," but then she saw Evan's hand slip between her daughter legs and knew he was making Wendy feel the same things. She was glad for her girl, and knew that Wendy had learned about womanhood. Her childhood was over.

Wendy lay down beside her mother and looked her in the eyes, one adult to another. Mother smiled and nodded her approval to allow this, so she opened her legs for his hand. His fingers found every one of the most pleasurable spots her own fingers had found in dark of night and discovered what it meant to be a woman.

"I've never tasted a virgin before," she heard him say, then his whole body moved between her open legs and he was kissing the inside of her thigh. Wendy closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel all the things he was doing.

Miranda could see all of the pleasure on her daughter's face and began to love him more. She loved him that he was able to show her daughter this pleasure; this POSSIBILITY of such pleasure, when she herself had never known such things were even possible until today.

"Nobody has ever tasted YOU either, have they?" he asked, moving over. Miranda felt him get between her legs, then his kisses were moving up the insides of her thighs, and she felt the most exquisite wetness as his tongue entered her. Soon, his fingers were inside, too, and her G-spot was being tickled for the third time that day. The third time in her life, too.

Wendy watched as her mother experienced it again, and she wanted to feel it, too. Especially when he crawled up between her legs and began rubbing his cock up and down the same sparse patch of hair that adorned her own groin. The look of rapture on her mother's face was surreal.

Wendy was looking at him with eyes that spoke of awe and wonder as she watched his cock disappear, knowing it was going inside her mother; and he saw her silent permission to be the one she allowed into herself in this way. He could see the love she had for him, the choosing; he could see the love she had for him in her eyes, and returned it with a smile.

He knew, at that moment, he had them both. They were his forever, and he had great plans for them. He got pleasure from giving others pleasure, and this mother and daughter felt pleasure separately more than any three other he had known. He could only imagine their ecstasy when they finally pleasured each other.

That would be a memory to have forever, because videos came close, but nothing was like the real experience. Ahh, the flavor of the feelings flowing through the energy of the moment! Exquisitely sublime and surreal as it was fleeting, and these two felt things more deeply than anyone else he had ever met.

It was their innocence that tasted so sweet, and the more he drank of it, the more he desired it, but he knew nothing might be ever so sweet again. He truly DID love these two; the BOTH of them, and going slower meant he could enjoy himself a little longer.

He looked into Miranda's eyes, then Wendy's, and saw mirror images of love for him, so he was helpless to do anything but smile at the ceiling because of the pleasure he felt, and all he had to do to prolong this moment for eternity was lay there and smile at the sky and feel the pleasure flowing through him.

It was Wendy who broke the moment. "Mom, I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat?" It was her sitting up that roused the adults, and he sat up next.

He opened his wallet and showed them the money in it. "I have all this much right now. In the morning I will have this much again, or more, if I want it. That means you two have this much, too. I expect to wake up broke in the morning, and you two are going to help me spend it."

He took the big was of bills out and strew them on Wendy's bed. Both women goggled at it all; neither of them had ever seen that much money before, not even at the bank.

Wendy picked up one of the hundreds, looking at it in awe. "Can we go out to eat? I want to go to a real restaurant, too, not just McDonald's."

Evan grinned at her. "You don't know who I am, do you?" His look included Miranda, too, and his smile widened. "No, why should you?" he mused out loud. He looked at Miranda shrewdly, then looked at Wendy with an appreciative glint that gave her a cold shiver.

He reached into his pocket in took out his phone. A couple seconds later, he held it up to his ear and spoke into it. "Hello, this is Evan Malone. I'll be there for breakfast in about... an hour, probably closer to two. A party of three, thank you."

Miranda grabbed the phone out of his hand and spoke into it. "We'll be there in ten minutes, don't do anything special. I'm hungry." She handed the phone back and smiled sweetly at him and shrugged, getting off the bed and pulling her sweats back on.

"You're going out... like that?" he asked. "No, we're going shopping. Both of you!" His look included Miranda, too, quelling any protest she might have made.

"Listen, both of you," he said. "I am a man of quite some standing. I have a very carefully built reputation, and that is someone who is in control of every aspect of his life. I give orders and people obey them out of respect for the persona I have created. Not all of my associates have... reputable reputations, and they defer to me as well. I will not allow either of you to disrupt that!"

"I'm hungry, and if everyone really does what you say, then I'll get to eat faster, won't I?" Wendy said, smirking. "It would make it a lot easier to be happy if I was fed. It's the only thing that could make life better right now."

He spoke into the phone again. "You heard the lady. We'll be right there." He got up and was dressed very quickly, too, then looked at Miranda, still laying there naked. "Are you that hungry, too, or do I get to dress you up for our first time out?"

"Dress me up?" Miranda asked, then fingered the pile of money and looked at Evan with a smile. "Oh, yes, our first date can be someplace VERY special. I would like that."

Evan grinned. "Great, we'll go to a place I'VE never been either. I've been waiting to go there, too. I hear it's first class and tons of fun!"

"What's it called?" Miranda asked. "Am I allowed to know that much? Makes it easier to dream."

"It's the Eighth City if Gold, my dear." He laughed at her look. "After they built the Seven, you don't think they stopped there, do you? This place is beginning to get a reputation."



"No, history hasn't stopped, so we're still writing it. By definition, prophesy is the interpretation of a vision, is it not? A guess as to what the future will bring based on what someone thinks they saw while they were tripping on something really good."



"Well, guesses are wrong all the time. Not a good way to play the stock market, let me tell you that. No, one gets all the data one can, and after that, it's not really guessing, is it?"

He held out his arm to Wendy and they left the apartment together.

* * *

"You got all this money on Wall Street?" Wendy asked, as they got in a limo out front. "I've always wanted to ride in one of these. I can't believe this is really happening!"

He sighed. "No, you need outside money if you really want to play Wall Street. Most of it isn't real."

Looking right at her, he spoke again. "I didn't inherit any of this. I earned every bit of it."

"How?" she asked. "Can I do it, too?"

"I don't know. Can you hurt people?" he asked.

She sat back and looked at him coolly, with her face unreadable. He was getting nothing from her emotions, nothing at all. It scared him, and it was that look on his face that decided her next words.

"Everybody hurts somebody every day. I'm not very strong, if that's what you mean, but one doesn't have to be strong to pull a trigger, does one? I've never hurt anyone on purpose, if that's what you're asking, but I think I could, if I had a good enough reason." She looked right at him. "I would kill to protect my own life."

"Would you kill to get all this?" He asked, waving his hand about in a general direction. He held his breath, awaiting her answer.

She blinked, her face still unreadable. "Tell me the truth. Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Many have died because of me." he said, looking at her. "Have I ever murdered? Yes, once, when I was very young, and never since. I am more sorry for that act than you will ever know. I live in atonement for the rest of my days, in truth."

She closed her eyes, then opened them and sat forward. "I forgive you for it, because you were honest with me about it. I can still respect you. I can still love you, Evan. I do love you. I can't believe any of this is really happening!"

The driver's voice sounded through hidden speakers. "We're here, sir." The car stopped. Wendy looked out the window and saw where they were and how everyone else was dressed as they entered or stood outside, milling around and greeting old friends.

"I can't go in there dressed like this!" she said, pulling the door closed as it opened. She looked at Evan desperately. "I just want two eggo-muffin sandwiches and a big cup of coffee. Look at me!"

Evan smiled and reached over, opening the door again. "This is going to be fun! Think about how comfortable you are and how many hours it took to get the rest of them to look like that!"

"Even, I'm not going to BE comfortable, because I'll be the only one there who can't AFFORD to have all those hours spent on me to look like that! I'll feel like a freak! The poorest freak ever!"

"Okay, you don't have to go in today, for breakfast. But I am definitely bringing you back here for lunch!" He rolled the window down a bit and told the driver to go in and get them food, and what he wanted. He made sure to include her breakfast sandwiches without any prompting from her, too, something she appreciated.

Sooner than Wendy expected, much sooner, he was back with two steaming bags of food. Another man was there with cartons of coffee and other drinks, which he helped load aboard.

Wendy's sandwiches were right on top, and she immediately opened one as soon as she got it and took a big bite, smiling with satisfaction as they began moving again. She swallowed it and took another one, holding half a sandwich. She accepted a paper cup of coffee with her free hand and took a grateful sip to wash down that bite.

"Oh! It's hot!" she said, fanning her hand in front of her open mouth. She set the coffee down in a convenient holder. She demolished the last half in two bites, then began opening the second.

"There are really good." she said, tipping it toward Evan before taking a normal sized bite.

"Oh, good, she know how to eat like normal people, too," he said, sounding relieved. "I was beginning to worry about what lunch was going to be like."

"You needn't worry about lunch," she said primly. "I know how to be a proper little lady. My mother raised me well, thank you very much! Just don't let me get hungry, that's all. I can be quite a handful. That's what Mother always says, when I get like that."

"I'll remember that," he laughed. "Do you get like that very often?"

"Not often," she said. "Just when I'm upset or stressed out. Or hungry," she added, smiling ruefully.

"I like that about you, actually. It's nice to finally meet somebody who actually knows what they want, for once. Most people are just happy enough to be TOLD what to do. They want someone else to do their thinking for them. Lazy fuckers." He said that last bit under his breath, but she heard it anyway and flashed a brilliant smile at him.

"They ARE lazy fuckers. Most of them. Stupid, too." she said, agreeing with him. She giggled at the look he gave her.

"What, because I said fuck?" she asked, then shrugged one shoulder. "I don't say it often, but when it's the right word, I use it. Know what I thought to myself when I heard you say it was going to be a couple hours before I ate? I thought, "Oh, HELL no!" and took the phone away from you!"

He laughed. "Nobody needs to be psychic to know that! It was written in your eyes like a like in a story!"

"My mother likes to be told what to do." Wendy said quietly. "I think you already figured that out, though. You made her do all the things she wants to do anyway."

"I like that about her. I like it about you, too," he said, and smiled at the sudden look of consternation on her face.

"But I like doing the things you tell me to do," she explained. "The more wrong it is; the better I like it. Is that wrong?"

His smile reassured her utterly. "I want to show you exactly who I am," he told her, pushing a button to give instructions to the driver, then let it go and looked at Wendy again. "It's up to you to tell your mother. I'm going to keep her in the dark about most of my life, especially after she moves into my house."

"She's going to move in with you?" Wendy blurted, surprised.

"Well, of course she will, once she see where I live and I make the offer." he said. "You can take care of the apartment by yourself. You practically do anyway, with all the hours your mother works."

"How are we supposed to pay the rent?" Wendy asked, sounding frightened by the idea, but then a slow smile opened her face as she considered the idea of living on her own. She was exited to begin as she was scared, and felt more alive than any other moment in her life.

"I own that building, Wendy. As well as three others on that street, and two on the other side of the block. It's a good neighborhood," he smiled. "I told you. I'm rich."

"You own the apartment building behind mine?" Wendy asked, a slow dawning light of realization flickering into her eyes. She'd heard rumors about that place, and it was the reason Miranda had only looked at street facing apartments last time they went looking. "I've never been on that street. I'm not allowed to go there, but today is a day for breaking my mother's rules, is it not?" She hesitated, and looked at him. "The people on the bus... the ones who go to that part of town and come back... they look kind of...rough."

"Yes, and once they see you with me... well, they would hurt you as a chance to hurt me," he said. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"You'll keep me safe!" she said, kissing him on the cheek. "You'll keep me and Mom both safe. I trust you with my whole heart, Evan." She kissed him again, this time on the mouth. He kissed her back, enjoying the moment as much as she did.

The door opened once more. "We're here, sir." Wendy climbed right out, looking around and seeing just normal brick buildings, apartments and houses, mostly.

But the people in the street weren't dressed in the bright colors she was used to seeing. There was a lot of gray and black and dark blue. No yellows at all, and the few whites she could see were dingy and gray, too. Even the green of the lawn strips along the sidewalk were yellow and pale from lack of water.

Evan went right up the steps and and pushed open one of the glass doors, then ushered Wendy into the lobby. A man sitting at the bottom of the stairs saw who it was and held his silence respectfully, just giving a little nod, but Wendy stopped and looked at him. Even stopped, too.

"What is your job?" she demanded of him.

"Excuse me, miss?" he asked, looking back at her. "Well, I collect the house money from the customers coming in." he said.

"How much does it cost?" she asked, her voice demanding an answer. He looked at Mr. Malone, who just shrugged and nodded at him. "Don't look at him; look at me!" Wendy said angrily, and the man's attention went right back to this little girl.

"Usually, I collect one hundred dollars for the men who cater to this establishment, miss." he said. "Mr. Malone doesn't have to be charged, nor do his guests. Miss." He sat back down in hi chair and moved his computer mouse to bring the screen to life.

Wendy turned to Mr. Malone and looked at him. "Can I have a hundred dollars?" she asked sweetly. He looked startled, then returned her smile, a little sheepishly.

"I'm afraid I let all my cash upstairs, with your mother, and I haven't stopped anywhere to pick more up. It's on my list for today, actually." he said. He smiled weakly and shrugged one of his shoulders, too. "Next?" he asked, hopefully.

"Your guests don't have to pay?" she asked him. He nodded. "Consider me a paying customer, then. I want to see exactly what those men get for their money. I want to see what the girls who work for you have to do to earn their money."

"Not all of it is pretty to look at. Sometimes, people can have some pretty disgusting ideas." He licked his lips and looked at her out of the corner of his eye, almost afraid to look her in the face. He felt ashamed of his own desires, suddenly.

"Show me. I want to see it. I need to learn this about life, so please, show me what I don't know?"

He looked at her and nodded. "We go upstairs and sit in a room. Soon, a girl will come in; if we don't like her, she goes out and a different girl comes in."

"What if I like them all?" Wendy asked, going up the stairs with him. "Is there a place where I can see them all at the same time so I choose?"

"At my house, there is. I'm not sure about here. Is that something you would like?"

"I'd like to try it once. All of them kneeling in a line, topless. And sometime, at a party, I could send a servant to give a special key to a person of my choosing, to come to a room that only that key can unlock. Or I could be the star of the party, dancing until I'm naked and all the men could masturbate on me up on stage as all the women see me covered in their men's sperm!"

"You're as dirty as I am!" he whispered admiringly. "I love you as much as I love your mother!" They were upstairs, and he took her to the first door and knocked on it.

A young girl wearing a black negligee that you could almost see he nipples through was all she wore. Plus the big smile on her face when she saw who it was. She gave Wendy as strange look as she followed her way in and sat on the couch beside Mr. Malone.

"Go get Michele and Susan." he instructed, so the brunette bowed her way out.

"Michelle and Susan." Wendy repeated. "How many other girls live here?" she asked.

"Right now? Probably two dozen. They're not all whores, you know," he told her. "Some of them make a LOT of money without doing anything sexual at all."

She looked at him askance. "How?" She sounded very suspicious. "They sell drugs?"

"Some do," he admitted. "A lot, actually. Almost all of them DO the drugs, though. I guess it's better then their life."

The other girl came back in, followed by three others, and Wendy smiled at them.

"Kneel," she told them, still smiling. "Kneel topless. All of you are going to bare your breasts while you kneel. Do it now!"

She looked at him as all three of the kneeling women took their blouses and bras off, exposing themselves at his nod and smile. "I want them to be dirty; to do all the dirty things, so I don't have to do them myself. I'm going to tell them to fuck you."

"Oh!" he said, startled. "No, not me! Bring in Brian from the car!" He got out his phone and spoke into it briefly. "I'm not bringing any diseases back to your mother! Brian will do everything you require, I promise."

She looked at him quizzically. "Are you gonna marry my mom?" she asked plainly.

"Not legally married, but she'll be living in my home as my wife, if that's what you mean. She' a very monogamous type, I can tell. You are too, I strongly suspect," he replied.

She nodded her agreement, a terse smile on her face. The kneeling girls made a point of not looking at her, but Wendy could hear their silent laughter anyway.

"I see. Can we go? Will you take me home?" she asked. "I don't want to be here anymore."

He nodded, smiling, and dismissed the kneeling girls with a toss of his head. They all saw the meaning of her words and filed wordlessly out.

"I want to collect Mother, and go have people make us beautiful for the rest of the day. She needs that right now. So do I." Wendy said. "I have a feeling she's feeling lost and confused right now. She's showered and dressed after we left, but she's fired from her job, so she stayed home and stared at that spot on the living room wall until I come home. Will you bring me home?"

"How about we go collect your mother and I bring you both to MY home?" he said, smiling. He stood up and Wendy gratefully took his arm, allowing him to escort her out. "Then, you can take her out with James and have the car for as long as you need it. I have others."

"Evan, how rich ARE you?" Wendy asked, sounding amazed.

"I have enough," he replied, smiling. "My wife stole some research from the company she worked for, and when their idea didn't work, I fixed it and utilized the invention to my own benefit. It's been used on you, as a matter of fact, and the fact that you didn't even know it until I just told you is proof that my last refinements were successful. I'm quite pleased."

"Have you tested it before with results that were not quite so pleasing?" she asked, then paled at the look on his face. "Who ARE you? Please tell me. Do it for my mother."

"My real name is Brian Miller," he told her, looking away, then back. "My wife is dead, as are six others. Everyone I ever used the first iteration of the device on. This is my third attempt, and I am very hopeful, because I was exposed to the first iteration, too, even because the programming I received didn't cause conflict within myself. That save me more than anything else, actually, which is the thing that saved me. It helped my wife, too, in her later years, but not enough. Not enough. Her programming was not as... precise."

"What does it do?" she asked curiously. "Not the first ones. What does the thing you used on me do?

"It enhances pleasure." Evan said, smiling. "Everyone who comes into contact with it has has their pleasure centers in their brain doubled, at least. Sometimes, more. The net number of neural pathways is increased exponentially." He looked at her again. "I also have an earring that allows me to pick up the pleasure signals of everyone around me, too."

"Ohh! I want one of those!" she said. "Two of them..." she stroked her other ear.

"I have choker necklaces for my special friends." He smiled at her. "Don't tell your mother. It will spoil the surprise." He handed her a small silver disk on a velvet collar, so she put it on straightaway, and her smile matched his as her feelings sensed his.

"Don't men look funny wearing a woman's choker?" She smiled at the thought.

"I have a gold ring for them. It can be worn on as simple or elaborate a necklace as the individual cares to have full effect. Most choose their dog tag chain."

"Is there... telepathy? Can you hear what I'm thinking?" she thought to him, looking at him questioningly.

"I think I can almost hear your thoughts," he said, his voice fully of wonder. "Did you just ask me if I can hear what you're thinking?"

"Yes," she replied, smiling. "Guess what I'm thinking now?"

"I honestly have no idea," he said, grinning. "I bet it's something your mother wouldn't approve, though."

"Every single girl I know has lost their virginity in the back of a can. I bet I'm the first one who can claim a limo, however." She grinned at him. "That's what I was thinking."

"Hmm," he said to her. "You know what I think?"

"I'm very interested to hear," she said, sounding completely honest and truly intrigued. She was willing to give him anything he wanted.

"I think you deserve better than any other girl you've ever known. I think you deserve to have your first time be in a bed, a bed you get to sleep in after the experience, so you can wake beside the man you gave yourself to the night before, feeling safe and secure and well rested. You deserve to feel that for the rest of your life."

Her face fell. "You're not going to take my virginity?"

"Not today," he chuckled. "What would your mother say?" He saw her look. "I wouldn't even know you, if not for her. It was her that I originally fell in love with, you know, and those feelings haven't changed, no matter what I feel for you. I love you both. That's the best I can do. I can't deny my love for her. I wouldn't want to."

She kissed him. "I wouldn't want you to. I love her too," She looked at him, then fingered her choker. "You feel what other feels, through one of these? In your earring?" she asked. He nodded.

"I was learning to pick it up before I built the things that allowed it, though. The machine inspired the idea. It wasn't really me."

"What does that mean? How could it not have been your idea? Didn't you invent it?"

"I built a computer to help me with the computations for the device. That computer help me design more schematics for another device that would allow the computer to interpret the signal sent, and then I had my own idea, which is the third implementation, which is what you have been exposed to. It allows your signals to be read by the computers, that's all. Everyone I ever meet is exposed, sorry about that."

"I'm not," she said. "I'm glad I met you. I have a feeling my life is about to get infinitely better than I have ever dreamed."

"You have no idea," he smiled. "Wait until you meet my computer!"

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