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[The call for "Action!" came, and Vanille put a bounce in her step as she walked into the classroom for a classic Naughty Schoolgirl/Naughtier Teacher scene. Her hair was done up in the cutest pigtails, and her uniform had a deep neckline and a tiny microskirt to cover her thong panties and no bra.]

You wanted to see me, Miss Gainsborough?

[She asked the 'teacher' as innocently as she could, really playing up her cuteness for the camera. The more it looked like she was being corrupted into the upcoming debauchery, the better the scene.]

[ Aerith sat behind the desk, legs crossed, and looked up when Vanille entered the scene.

Aerith was dressed like your typical sexy teacher: suit jacket, white dress shirt with buttons undone far down to give a generous view of her cleavage, short skirt, flesh-coloured stockings that were being held up by garterbelts and a pair of black pumps. On her nose sat a pair of glasses and her hair was pulled back into a bun--all to make her look more mature than the young woman in front of her.

She smiled Vanille and gestured to a chair that had been placed in front of the desk. ] Please, sit.

[ She waited until Vanille had done as she was told before she spoke again. ] I called you here to discuss your dresscode violations. [ She gave a pointed look to Vanille's short-short skirt and the plunging neckline of her shirt as the camera made a point to focus on that as well. ]

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[With all the pep she could muster, Vanille took a seat across from her oh so sexy teacher and crossed her legs, letting her plaid skirt ride up and baring her thigh completely for the camera. In reality, she and Aerith weren't very different in age, the 'teacher' had maybe a handful of years on her, but clothing choices and attitude could make all the difference in a fantasy like this, and Vanille played it up with lots of giggles and bouncing her raised leg as she sat and listened.]

Oh, come on, Miss Gainsborough! There's nothing wrong with my clothes! [She pinched the deep neckline of her plain white blouse and tugged it upward, causing her breasts to jiggle faintly when she released them again.] All the girls are wearing stuff like this, you know, and I need to fit in!

[Her expression turned to one of consternation, while still managing to appear quite cute. Vanille was an old hat at this, she could sell herself off as appearing adorable even in the filthiest of situations.]

[ Aerith stood up from the desk and the camera made of point of focusing on her long, slim legs and the the soft bounce of her breasts as she moved. She looked sternly at Vanille, making a good act out of looking like she truly was displeased with her. ] Then why is it that I am only receiving complaints, both from staff and students, about the way you dress, hm?

[ She walked around the desk, only to stop behind Vanille. She reached a hand down to the girl's blouse and promptly ripped it open--buttons flying everywhere as she exposed Vanille's breasts to the camera. Aerith made a tsk-ing sound of disapproval. ] And no bra either. Now that is definitely against the dress code.

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Maybe because they're jealous of how good I look! I am the prettiest girl in school, you know.

[Vanille sat pouting as Aerith made her way around to her, still bouncing her leg as the camera panned out to look at the two of them. When Aerith made her move, popping her blouse open and exposing her, she gasped and threw her arms wide to the side like she was shocked. She let the camera get several long seconds zoomed in on her tits before clasping her hands over them again, teasing the audience.]

M-Miss Gainsborough, what are you doing? You can't do something like that to a student! [Vanille looked accusingly upward, and her legs uncrossed as she planted her feet firmly on the ground, giving a wonderful upskirt shot in the process.]

Oh, but that's where you are wrong. I can do whatever I want to naughty little girls like you~.

[ Aerith's tone of voice had changed from that of a stern, displeased teacher and become more of a husky, playful purr. She usually played a more submissive roles in her scenes and so she was finding it pretty fun to be playing a more dominant role for once.

She pulled Vanille's hands away from her breasts, firmly squeezing them in her hands and rubbing her thumbs over her nipples as she leaned in closer and bending over a little, giving the camera an upskirts shot of her own. ]

Mm, with tits like these I can see why you dress like you do. Still... I can't allow you to break school rules without punishment now, can I?

Oh, but, but... ohh, Miss Gainsborough!

[Vanille's mood did a complete 180 in an instant, turning from shock and distress to very pleased indeed as Aerith batted her hands aside and toyed with her breasts. Her eyes opened wide, then half-closed as she leaned her head back and made the cutest moans of pleasure she could possibly muster.]

Oh, oh my, that feels so good...! I'm so sorry I dressed like a little slut, Miss Gainsborough, can't you just forgive me?

[Showtime. Vanille knew her punishment scene was coming up first, but she had to tease like she was expecting to get right to the fun stuff, and she did it by reaching out to rub her hands across Aerith's thighs, reaching up under her skirt where everyone could see her squeeze her perfect ass.]

I'm afraid not. It would reflect very badly on me if I just let dirty little sluts like you get away without proper punishment, don't you think?

[ Aerith's voice took on a darker tone as she pinched Vanille's nipples hard between her well-manicured nails.

When the girl squeezed her ass, Aerith made a point to look displeased again, slapping Vanille's hands away. ] Naughty girl. Did I give you permission to touch me, hm?

[ She didn't wait for an answer. Instead her hands left Vanille's breasts and she grabbed one of her pigtails in a firm grip, using it to pull Vanille out of the chair, successfully making it look more forceful than it was. She then pulled the girl along over to the desk and made her bend over it. The camera was given a very nice view of Vanille's cute ass as she did and Aerith smirked again.

Then, without a word of warning, Aerith lifted her hand and smacked Vanille's ass hard. ]

Oh, ohh, but I'm soooo sorry! I'll be a good girl from now on, I promise!

[The fingers squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples genuinely did feel nice, so the moaning was entirely real through their foreplay. Right up until Aerith slapped her hands away, and Vanille had to pull her arms in and look properly sorry.]

Ahh! Please, Miss Gainsborough, don't punish me, ohh!

[Vanille knew what the scene called for, she put on a slightly-pained face as she was pulled away and dragged onto the desk. Sitting up just so that the camera could still see her breasts when it was time to focus on her face, she continued to make plenty of noise and wiggled her perky ass as it was bared, and when Aerith spanked her, she cried out loudly in a way that didn't sound very pained at all.]

Oh, I'm such a bad girl, spank my ass, I need to be punished!

[That was a quick turn-around, but she had to show she was into this. In reality, she actually kind of was.]

[ Vanille's reactions were responded to with another hard smack and she felt her own hand stinging a little from the impact. Not as much as Vanille's ass was like to be stinging, though.

She pulled Vanille's head back by her hair, smacking her ass again as she purred against her ear:] Ooh, is someone enjoying this? What a filthy little whore you are~.

[ Aerith grabbed a handfull of one of her asscheeks, squeezing it hard and letting her nails dig into the flesh a little, giving the camera a nice view of her reddened skin. She then smacked Vanille's ass again, quickly following it up with a couple of lighter slaps to each of her soft asscheeks. ]

[Her ass stung already, but Vanille couldn't complain. Getting a little reality in her moans as she was spanked always did well in the ratings, and she was sure her pretty pale cheeks were turning a rosy red already.

She was still moaning, still whimpering, and very much thrusting her tits out for the camera as Aerith pulled her up to taunt her. In response, Vanille shut her eyes and nodded quickly.] Yes! It hurts so much but I love it!

[She squealed as her ass was groped, and her upper body twisted just enough to see to it that her breasts could be visible while Aerith showed off her reddened ass. As the spanking recommenced, she kept the volume of her panting moans high and loud.] Ohh, Miss Gainsborough, you're getting me so wet!

[ Letting go of her hair, Aerith yanked Vanille's underwear down and pressed a finger between her pussy lips, rubbing lightly over her clit. ] Mmm, what a filthy little girl you are. So wet already~. I know exactly what you need.

[ With that she pulled away from Vanille, though not before licking her fluids off of her own finger, and then walked back around the desk. She pulled open the top drawer and from it she grabbed a strap-on and a tube of lubrication.

Only now did she start to remove some of her own clothes. The suit jacket went first, then the blouse and finally the skirt. She kept the lacy red bra with matching g-string, stockings with garter-belt and the pumps on, though.

She then walked back behind Vanille as she fastened the strap-on on herself. Once that was done she teased the tip of the large, black plastic cock against Vanille's pussy. She leaned over again to purr close to the other woman's ear as one of her hands squeezed at her ass. ] Do you want this in you? Hm? Beg me for it and I'll give you what you want~.

[Vanille kept her head twisted back even without Aerith pulling her hair, audiences loved to see her cute face contorted with pleasure. She kept her lips pursed and made a loud 'ohh' noise as her panties were so roughly pulled down, exposing her bald, damp pussy.] I'm a dirty girl, yes I am! Mmm, your finger feels so good!

[When Aerith pulled her finger away, it was good and wet from Vanille's juices, and she moaned further still seeing her 'teacher' lick them up. Staying bent over for the camera, she watched as the strap-on toy and lube were pulled up, and a look of mock-surprise crossed her face.] Ohh, that's so big, Miss Gainsborough! Will that really fit in my itty-bitty little pussy?

[While Aerith stripped, Vanille watched her with wanton lust on her face, reaching up to rub and tease her own breasts while she waited. It was good for the camera, and really, it just plain felt nice. When it was done, and the sexy teacher had become a much more domme-looking sexy teacher, she kept rubbing her tits and parted her legs a little more.]

Mmm, please, put it in me! I wanna feel it in my cunt so bad, Miss Gainsborough, don't just tease me like that! Put it in, put it innnn! [She didn't push back against it, but Vanille slowly wriggled her body so the tip of it would rub against her dripping hole, lubing it up just a little bit more.]

[placeholder for a certain vertically challenged co-conspirator.]

The camera equipment is expensive but Daken never does anything half assed, he even has one set up like it's taking security footage, but that's for blackmail, the others are for his own amusement, and because he gets a little kick out of being filmed.

He has the setting near perfect, the rest he knows can be fixed with illusion magic once they're ready to go. He has photos of Osborn's real office spread out across the desk for reference.

This was going to be fun.

Loki doesn't bother knocking; he's expected, and if Daken can't smell him coming, something is very wrong.

"Honey, I'm home!" The distinctive Asgardian accent aside, Loki sound just like something out of a 1950s sitcom.

He detected him as far as the front door, but that wonderfully winter-sharp scent had been what had attracted him to the shapeshifter in the first place.

"Welcome home, darling, dinner's on the table." And by dinner he meant himself, sitting on the desk with a delightfully smug expression.

"Now don't you look like the cat that got the canary?" Loki sidles on over, and tips Daken's chin up, to kiss that smug mouth.

And like the cat, he returns that kiss with a throaty purr, leaning into him.

"I may be a little pleased with myself on this one, yes." Because this was going to be fun, and for once... mostly harmless. Unless of course you were Norman Osborn, who was about to get royally fucked, in more ways than one.

"I hope you're not camera shy."

"Me? Hardly. Especially not when I won't even be wearing my own face." Loki picks up a few of the photos, and starts going through them, making a few illusionary adjustments to the room as he does. "You did a great job with the set-up."

"I thought about writing a script too, but I figured we can wing it." He lifted his chin towards the security camera. "It's not like it picks up sound." The others did, however, but those were extracurricular.

"So, would you like to be little miss muffet, or the terrible spider?"

Loki taps his chin thoughtfully, and then taps her chin thoughtfully, and keeps on grinning.

"Bit easier if I play Little Miss, no? A bit less work on the illusion side of things."

"I hope you can see through your illusions because that horrible weave of his might give you nightmares." He can't resist reaching to stroke under Loki's chin, because she's just so damn pretty like this.

"How scandalous would film of his secretary pegging the shit out of him be, you think? Normie always struck me as the bitch sort."

"Terribly scandalous, and yes, I can see through my own illusions, if I want to." She tips her head appreciatively into that touch, smiling at him.

"There might be one in the prop box." There was one in the prop box, as well as a pair of handcuffs, a bullwhip and a few office accessories he'd decided not to decorate the office with. His favorite had been the framed photo of Sentry that he'd put up on the desk, it wouldn't show up on camera but it was the little touches that made all the difference.

Daken reaches to slide his fingers into her hair, pulling her back down to him for another kiss.

Loki makes an appreciative sound, mouth opening into that kiss, and pressing it back, hard and deep.

"And by 'might be' you mean 'definitely is', am I right?" she asks, when she finally pulls back. Her lips brush wetly against his as she speaks.

"I mean definitely is, yes." He hums and leans a little more to nip her lower lip before they can part completely. Daken had ran a few scenarios in his head before planning this, most of them had involved Osborn letting people smack him around.

"Make sure you give him a tiny prick." His voice is a little rich with mirth.

"Shall I arrange for him to have one in real life, too?" she asks, reaching for the pictures of Osborn, and sorting through them to start building the illusion.

He rolls his shoulders. "He probably already does, guy like that must be overcompensating for something." He hands over a few photos of his secretary as well. Most of the photos look like they'd been taken candidly, someone had been a busy bee.

Loki snickers, and starts going through the secretary's photos as well.

"Ahh, but for the sake of accuracy..."

"He probably doesn't know how to use it, regardless of it's size." Daken reaches to twirl a lock of Loki's hair around his fingers, looking at her rather than the photos.

"You're probably right." Loki gives him another grin. "Shall I ensure you can see though my illusions as well?"

"Might as well, she sort of has a butter face, doesn't she?" Daken's sure she was a perfectly lovely person, but Norman clearly hired her because of that rack.

"It could be worse. Really, she just needs someone to show her how to do decent makeup - she has a square face, but she's trying to do makeup for an oval. All right, let's see..."

Loki steps away, and starts in on the little adjustments to the room again first, before saying:

"Get on one of those cameras, and make sure this looks all right."

He slides off the desk, taking the photos with him to drop into one of the boxes off camera, then moves behind one to take in the view. Daken has a good eye for detail, and this is about perfect.

"After this I'll let you pick the movie."

"Ooo, we're going to see a movie?" She flutters her eyelashes coyly, which looks. Kind of weird on the secretary's face from behind the camera, what with her poorly applied makeup.

He snorts an amused sound and peers up from behind the camera, moving to flip on the security camera as well. "Or make a little pornographic history."

Daken stalks back over to the desk once the illusions are in place, sinking down into the plush office chair.

"I have a summary of your calls, Mr. Osborn," Loki says, though the mics pick up the secretary's voice. "Would you like them now, or should I file them away for later?"

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