Unspoken Oaths

Barbie Brill isn’t shy about how rich her students are—Zazie Skymm and Alexa Flexy flash designer bags like they’re free and don’t notice when she stares. The girls sign up for after-hours English and expect verbs and essays. What they get is Barbie leaning back in her leather chair, hinting that they could talk off the books, pay a little extra, keep it between them and their parents. She taps her pen on lips glistening with gloss, toes flexing in her heels, then spreads those long legs a little wider every time they agree to upgrade. Soon she has both girls between her thighs, lips pressing warm kisses to her slick, shaved cunt, tongues flicking against her swelling clit while she dictates “bonus work”: paying for lingerie she’ll let them unwrap and their families footing the bill. Barbie groans loud when they push toys inside her; glossy pink and glass smooth, sliding in her juices. She fucks herself deeper on them, cunt sucking hard on silicone, cum leaking over their fingers. She rides their faces to orgasm again and again, thighs quivering and soaking the lesson plan she’ll never need. Her grin stays wide, eyes glittering like she just topped the bell curve. And the money? Payment plans nobody bothers to proofread.