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Editor's Note:
nb. Thanks to AllyDryke for providing the 3D rendering for the title that takes place in this thread:
https://chyoa.com/chapter/Ian-returns-to-work-and-Zoe-gets-another-eyeful.510019
Editor’s Note:
Join this story's discord community here:
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This story is now quite old years old and has grown fantastically to an incredible size. Readers encountering it for the first time might find the following short guide useful in orienting themselves around all the different characters and storylines that have appeared as outgrowths from this first introduction. After ten years there have been many developments in theme and improvements in style, so that the first few threads are probably no longer representative of the overall style of the story.
With that in mind, readers may find the following threads serve as suitable entry-points into the story, the better to link up with favourite authors, characters, or just to be dropped into the newer parts which are more frequently updated.
If you would like to skip straight to the reworked ‘First Entrance’ of Ian into the school to see an alternative ‘meet cute’ with the arch-slut Laura Hart:
https://chyoa.com/chapter/drama-again.152222
If you’d like to skip to the wild ‘medical’ adventures of the brazen school nurse Felicity Pennyweather, featuring amazing orgiastic descriptions from Gunde and Whorebot:
https://chyoa.com/chapter/the-further-adventures-of-nurse-pennyweather.80125
To see monstercocked applicant Robert Cummings’s interview day, carnal carnival and subsequent love-affair with fellow entry-candidate, huge-jugged brunette Sanddy (‘with a double D!’):
https://chyoa.com/chapter/robert-cummings-a-prospective-student.81947
To see huge-cocked Nathan Big’s interview day, as imagined by Risax and Gunde:
https://chyoa.com/chapter/nathan-big.125290
For bombshell teenage pornqueen Diamond Gazongas’s interview day, including a fuckfest with the megacocked science teacher Charles Woodcock-Splatterwell:
https://chyoa.com/chapter/diamond-gazongas.138979
To skip straight to Candi Hart’s 18th birthday party, orchestrated by her monster-boobed sister to include ‘that’ incident with the cake:
https://chyoa.com/chapter/candi-s-birthday-party-begins.179282
To go to the male-orgasm masterclass with the double PhD knockout Dr Vixen Sinclair:
https://chyoa.com/chapter/male-orgasm-masterclass-with-dr-sinclair.113838
This is not an exhaustive list, merely some highlights that have accrued over the years. Have fun dipping in and out. Feedback is appreciated, as are new contributors. There are no limits in the School for Scandal - minimum
And now, the story.......
Being a substitute teacher was ordinarily an unforgiving occupation even at the best of times for Ian White. Trying to convince kids he was not an impediment between them and their favourite teacher, and keeping control of a whole classful hell bent on swinging from the chandeliers was not much of a job for anyone. As he was studying part time at university, it was perfect occupation to bring in a little money without making too many demands on his time. The demands it made on his patience were another thing entirely.
But today was going to be different. He had been rung up early in the morning by his agency and asked to go to a plush private school that he had never been to before.
Driving up the leafy avenue, Ian was surprised at how extensive the manicured grounds were. It was a million miles away from the usual sink-estate or inner city shitholes that he normally taught at. The building was a good hundred years old, brick built and with an impressive set of ionic columns flanking the entranceway. There was no-one else around; it appeared that he had missed the start of school, but this was excusable because his agency had only called him three quarters of an hour earlier that morning. He still made his way briskly across the car park and into reception, got buzzed through the security door and presented him to the desk.
The receptionist turned out to be a strikingly pretty woman in her late-twenties who smiled brightly at Ian as he made his way over toward her.
'Hi, I'm on supply today,' Ian said.
'Sure. Would you like to sign in the visitor's book for me?' she said.
As he leaned over the counter to pick up the book, something dropped inside Ian. The secretary was not dressed in the way that the school secretaries he knew were usually attired. For one thing, it was a gloved hand that handed him the pen, a long, tight, black latex glove that ran all the way up her arm. Ian's eyes followed the glove all the way up a creamy-skinned bicep that flooded out into a glorious expanse of cleavage, held upright by a latex bustier. He swallowed audibly as he took the pen. The receptionist winked at him.
It was not the sort of thing Ian felt equipped to query, and her saucy, self-assured wink answered as many questions as he could have asked in any case. Hastily, he scribbled his name and looked back at the receptionist, trying to talk to her face, not the set of busty protuberances that had popped out in front of him.
'Miss Taylor is head of supply,' she said, 'just take a seat and I'll give her a call.'
'Thanks,' Ian said.
'No, thank you,' the receptionist replied, checking the name Ian had signed, 'Mr White.'
Ian sat down in the waiting area across from her and crossed his legs fastidiously to prevent any obvious embarrassment. The receptionist, obviously keen to prolong it, rose from behind her desk and walked across the reception room floor toward him. She was indeed clad in bondage gear from head to foot, from every inch of her black high heels, up her black stockinged legs, to a tiny pair of PVC panties to a black leather choker. She was a vision. She actually knelt down in front of Ian.
'Can I get you anything while you wait? Tea? Coffee? Anything at all?'
'I'm fine, honestly, thank you, ' Ian said.
'Well, if you change your mind,' the receptionist said, 'I'll be right behind the desk, creaming myself with anticipation.'
With that, she got up and walked back over to the desk, the pert cheeks of her ass rolling deliciously away, leaving Ian dumbfounded and with no small tent pitched in his trousers. He looked at her as she sat back down, trying to rationalize the audacious come-on, and reeling from her seductive stare. To his utter disbelief, she locked her eyes back onto his, licked a latex finger, and pushed it downward underneath the desk. Ian could only guess what she was doing with it, but a wanton smile began to curve her lips.
Ian couldn't decide whether it would be ruder to watch her play with herself or pretend to ignore her, but even if he had begun to turn away the sounds of moisture and her sexy cooing would have penetrated his ears.
'Miss Benton!'
A sharp, disciplinarian voice knifed through the receptionist's moans of pleasure. Ian looked behind him. Standing over six feet tall, in what must have been six-inch platform heels, was what was incontrovertibly one of the most beautiful woman Ian had ever seen, if not the sexiest. She had observed the same themes as the receptionist, but taken the look slightly further with a black PVC cat-suit and matching hood. A long, bright blonde plume of ponytail protruded from the hood and cascaded over her shoulders. Her face would have shamed a supermodel, a flawless configuration of high cheekbones, lush, full lips, curved eyebrows and smoldering eyes. Her cat-suit was zipped open to the top of her belly, revealing a set of enormous, succulent breasts and hinting at sharply defined abs. In short, she was a walking wet dream, but she sounded pissed off, and the receptionist had stopped fingering herself and looked abashed.
'Miss Benton,' she repeated, 'We have a guest in reception, someone who is new to this school. What sort of impression is behaviour like that going to give?' The receptionist looked sheepish. The woman continued, 'Didn't you ask if he wanted to lick your pussy?'
Ian did a double take at the implication. He had at least expected the receptionist to receive some form of reprimand for her brazen carry-on, but the cat-suited woman was taking issue with the receptionist for not behaving sluttily enough.
'Come out from behind there,' said the cat-suited woman.
The receptionist obliged. Ian could see her latex panties had been thrust to one side and a wet pair of pussy lips were peeping through. She slipped her hand back down and recommenced frigging herself as she addressed the woman.
'Miss Taylor,' said the receptionist, chewing her lip as a small moue of pleasure escaped and indicating Ian, 'Mr White is here on supply today.'
Miss Taylor looked at him. 'I'm sorry that you haven't been welcomed appropriately to our school, Mr White. Please forgive our rudeness. Miss Benson is usually so accommodating to our visitors. Would you like to come with me?'
Ian followed her as she turned and went out into the corridor, leaving the buxom receptionist frantically rubbing her pussy and making even Miss Taylor's tall, domineering form only a slightly less preferable option to go after. Once he had begun to walk behind the elegant, long-legged vixen, watching the delectable sway of her peachy PVC clad buttocks sashay walk down the hall, Ian had trouble remembering that he was actually here to do a job of work. He caught up with Miss Taylor.
'So what lessons am I going to be teaching today?' he asked her.
'A bit of everything, I'm afraid,' she said. 'Have you been with us before?'
'No.'
'Well, we're a friendly sort of school. We have our own unique curriculum, it's part of the deal that we have with our benefactors and trustees, which means you might find the way we do things here a little bit strange, but just muck in and I'm sure you'll get used to it.'
They passed a group of girls loitering around the hallway. They looked to be 18, but, as seemed true to form, they were dressed just as provocatively as the staff. They all had the same six-inch platform heels of night-club strippers, black skintight latex stockings and tiny PVC skirts that appeared to function more like belts. Black PVC corsets and long latex gloves were again the order of the day. It was outrageous: likes something out of a particularly fevered fantasy, and it was happening to Ian. At work.
'Nice to see you girls are all in uniform for a change,' said Miss Taylor.
Uniform?
The girls giggled as Ian passed and shot him coy glances. I'll take you to the room where you'll be teaching first,' said Miss Taylor.
Ian stole a few glances inside the classrooms they passed. Even from the quick induction he was getting, the school seemed increasingly strange. Teachers and staff wearing fetish gear; students attired like porn stars. Even classroom was stacked full of girls just like the ones he'd seen. It was incredible.
'Your first lesson is in here. There's a teacher in there covering your class at the moment. You're to relieve her,' said Miss Taylor, 'in you go.'
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