Pearl Girls

3: Hidden Treasure

by Skarlette One

Tags: #cw:noncon #dom:female #pov:bottom #sub:female #1st_person #begging #bondage #clothing #college #comic_book #D/s #dom:male #f/f #f/m #humiliation #microfiction #multiple_partners #secret_identity #spanking #stranger #superhero

© 2022 by Skarlette One

Janine Jessup’s time was up. I’d offered the delinquent student an appointment to discuss how she could salvage her grade in my early modern literature class and she’d stood me up. That was the last straw. In my secret identity as the superheroine Argent, I never wasted time dealing out justice to evil-doers, and as Professor Alexis Ames, PhD, I was just as swift in making sure that disinterested students got their academic just desserts.

I had just logged into the university’s grading system when my office door opened. A rather pretty young woman strode in. She stood at least six inches shorter than me, even in heels. Her fashionable trench coat glistened with droplets of spring mist. “You wanted to see me, Professor Ames? I dragged myself here through the downpour. This had better be good.”

I glanced out the window, where the sun had started to shine down on the barely-damp sidewalks. “I’d hardly call that a ‘downpour,’ Ms. Jessup. I asked you here to offer you one final chance to salvage your grade in my class. You know, the one you have yet to attend!”

She smiled at me as one might look at a kitten trying to be fierce. “It’s not my fault your class is so early in the morning. I need my beauty sleep, as you can plainly see. It takes effort to look this gorgeous. You wouldn’t understand, Ms. Ames.”

I stood up. “That’s Doctor Ames to you! I don’t care about your beauty sleep or how you manage to look—” I gasped as she took off her trench coat. Janine wore five strings of pearls, each of a different size. They were braided in intricate, elegant patterns that made my mouth dry and my heart race. I had never seen anything so beautiful. Just the sight of them made my own meager string of pearls buzz, the tingle racing from my throat to my chest and … lower. I swallowed, my words forgotten as I gazed upon the perfect piece of jewelry.

Janine tossed her still-damp coat across the papers on my desk. “What’s the matter, professor? Don’t know what to say to someone this beautiful? It happens to me a lot.”

By god, she was beautiful, but I was still her professor. I gathered what composure I could and looked down at her. “Um, what? No. Um, nothing like that, Janine.”

“Only strangers call me ‘Janine.’ My close, personal friends use my middle name, ‘Treasure.’” With slow, sensual steps she moved closer until I could feel her breath on my throat. “You want to be close and personal, don’t you, Alexis?”

I had faced down monsters from the deep, invaders from space, and sex gods from alternate dimensions. Yet, somehow, this girl who was nearly a decade younger than me exuded sexual charisma I couldn’t resist. My stiff nipples and drenched pussy wanted very much to be close and personal with her. My necklace throbbed in time with Treasure’s breath.

I fought to hold onto my professionalism. “It would be … inappropriate … to be too close to my students, Janine—I mean Treasure.”

“Don’t be silly, Alexis. Everyone knows you’re sleeping with Yvonne Yates. You must really have a thing for college girls. If you’re going to be difficult, I might just need to talk to the dean about this.”

A complaint like that could ruin my career. “You can’t do that, Treasure. I’ve done nothing wrong. My behavior has been entirely proper.”

“You’re right. You have been proper.” Treasure snaked a finger under my pearl necklace and pulled my face down to her level. “Maybe you want to be naughty.”

She kissed me. Her lips were pillow soft and warm as the summer sun. Everywhere they touched, my body buzzed, from my necklace to my sex to my toes. My entire body was alive in the surface of my lips lucky enough to touch hers. I knew nothing but the pleasure of her kiss.

After an eternity of bliss, Treasure broke the kiss. “I knew you’d like that, Alexis. No one can resist me.” I could hear the smirk in her voice.

I tried to think of all the reasons I shouldn’t do this: My job as a professor. My academic reputation. The fact I didn’t even like this arrogant rich girl. My duty as a superhero. Most importantly, my relationship with Yvonne. All of it seemed hazy and half-remembered. Treasure was right here. I could feel the heat of her body, smell her delicate perfume, taste her kiss on my lips, relish the buzzing across my skin. Those other things felt like the dreams of someone else’s life.

“I … Treasure, I can’t … um, I …” I forced my eyes partway open (when had I closed them?). They refused to focus quite right. All I could see were Treasure’s eyes: blue and bottomless. Cold and mocking. Beautiful and commanding.

“It’s okay, Alexis. No one can resist a kiss that hot. No one. I know you want to kiss me again.”

“Um? … want to … kiss you?” I could only see her eyes, bright and beautiful and gleaming like her pearl necklace.

“Yes, you want to kiss me again. Want to taste me. It’s okay, Alexis. You can kiss me again. You just have to do one thing.”

My heart pounded in my chest. “One … um … thing?”

“Kneel.”

My legs turned to rubber. Treasure tugged on my necklace. My knees hit the floor. I gazed up at her. She perched on the edge of my desk and hiked up her skirt. Her shaved pussy dripped its musky nectar over my crumpled research notes. Spread wide open a few inches from my face, nothing had ever looked so sexy.

“What are you waiting for, Alexis? My lips are right there. Kiss them.”

I did, locking my lips to her pussy and plunging my tongue into her most sensitive folds. Her salty, musky taste filled my mouth. Every time she moaned, the sound echoed from my necklace down to my own dripping sex, driving me to push my oral onslaught deeper, hotter. I kept it up, licking and sucking until Treasure buried her hands in my hair and rode my tongue to climax.

As she lay back, legs trembling, I carefully licked every drop of her juices from her thighs. When her voice finally returned, Treasure said, “You’re a very, very good Pearl Girl, Alexis. When Mandy told me that she recruited you, I thought you were too old. But I guess experience really does matter. Get yourself cleaned up.”

I forced my myself to stand, even as my body buzzed with my own unmet desires. Somehow I couldn’t bring myself to expect Treasure to return the pleasure I’d just given her. Or even lift a finger to tend to my own needy flesh. I just straightened my clothes and watched her do the same.

She looked me over with a wicked smirk. “Look at you, Alexis. Absolutely gagging for it and not even flicking your li’l bean as you adjust those wet panties. You’re deep under control. Uncle Terence is going to be so pleased to know how strong this new batch of pearls is.”

Even through the thick haze of lust clouding my brain, I struggled to make sense of the girl’s words. “What, um, control? … Something … about … pearls?”

She laughed again and the sound dissolved my questions like mist. “You’re too cute, Alexis. Now be a good Pearl Girl and give me an ‘A’ for your class.”

Something inside struggled against the mist in my mind. “An ‘A’? But you never–”

Treasure put her fingers across my lips. “I never came to class. True. And I never will. But if I’m happy with my grade at the end of the term, I will let you kiss me again. If I’m very happy, I might even kiss you. You know you want that. I’m irresistible.”

My body shuddered. She was right, I wanted her kiss more than I’d ever wanted anything. The rest of my life was a poorly-remembered dream next to the vivid sex Treasure could offer. I hung my head as a blush burned my cheeks. “Yes. I do want that.” I straightened my back. Even though I couldn’t bring myself to meet her eyes, I tried to find my professor-voice again. “This has been an … um, an informative meeting, Ms. Jessup.”

She gathered her coat. “It has been very informative, Alexis. But ‘Jessup’ is my mother’s name. It’s useful for many things, but not when we’re alone together. That’s the time I use my father’s name. You’re such a clever Pearl Girl, Alexis, let’s see if you can figure out what you’re supposed to call me when no one else can hear.”

Now my lust was driving my brain. I needed to know that answer, desperate and yearning for it like the orgasm that was denied me. I thought back over everything I’d read in her file, every detail of her beautiful face, every bit of gossip I’d heard from the other students when class was breaking up, the way her lip curled when she wore her cruel smirk, every word she’d whispered when we were together. Like clues in tracking down a supervillain, I turned it over and over in my head. Sorted it and speculated, faster and faster. Driving toward a conclusion that was as irresistible as it was inevitable.

I gasped, gripping the desk as the realization exploded through my body. “Yes, Mistress Tartarus!”

“Such a good Pearl Girl. Until next time.” Leaving me trembling in an office that stank of sex, Mistress Treasure Tartarus strode away.

To Be Continued…

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