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"Oh, no...sweet Jesus, not again!"

Life had been a bit of a whirlwind for Emily Stevens, ever since one of her students found out that she wasn't just a teacher. It would have been fine if they'd interacted in some way outside of the classroom; the young man was a legal adult, and thus, he could make his own decisions.

The way that they interacted, however, wasn't anything that should ever occur between a teacher and a student, in the eyes of many.

After she was exposed as being a submissive porn star, Emily had to do whatever it took to keep her student from spilling the beans, and while the experience was a unique one that she could never replicate, she was worried that she couldn't trust the student to keep his mouth shut about it, and judging by the number of e-mails she was getting from random accounts, asking for nude pictures and videos, she had a feeling that the entire senior class at her school knew about it.

As annoying as the e-mails were, she could usually delete them, unless they had some sort of an official moniker attached. They were a disturbance, and nothing more.

The text message on her smart phone, however, saying "I know about the boy" was quite a bit more concerning.

She'd immediately thrown her phone at the bed. The poor lynx was pacing back and forth in the minutes that followed, and she was beginning to sweat, both from her physical efforts, and from the nerves that felt like tiny needles of ice, trying to pierce their way out of her skin from the inside. She'd seen the glow of her phone lighting up several times since she started pacing, but she was much too nervous to dare looking at the screen.

Pacing wasn't going to get her anywhere, but it felt preferable to the alternative.

"Gonna have to look e-eventually," she tripped over her words, barely able to speak to herself, much less to anyone else about what she'd done. She didn't feel wrong, or think that she was a pervert. Her student was a legal adult, able to consent, but she still knew what kind of judgment would come along if her actions were made public. People would wrongfully call her a pedophile, or tarnish her reputation forever with rumors of perversion.

It seemed that this time, she'd really left herself without a winning play.

Pawtips trembled as Emily finally resolved to reach out to her bed and pick up the phone that almost certainly contained her doom. She was sure that a parent or a teacher found out, and they were going to give her a chance to come clean about her affair before she was publicly exposed.

With barely a breath to spare in her lungs, Emily unlocked her smart phone and read the texts that followed.

"I can...help you?" she asked, as she read through the text out loud, though doing so made the words no more believable to see. "If you wish, come and visit me at the Barrington Hotel for a private consultation," she paused, before quietly mumbling out the address. Her voice faded as her belief in the moment did, and as a dizzy spell came on, she quickly fell to her taut rump, only just managing to catch the edge of her bed with it.

If they really know, why do they want to help me? Emily wondered, catching the bed spread with her pawtips and giving it a clench, as she tried to combat the mild nausea that came with her shock. Such a weird offer...

The phone had dropped to the floor of her bedroom, landing against the carpet with a dull, pitiful thud, but the screen was bright once again, as a final message played across it: "The choice is yours, Emily. Take it or leave it."

An unknown number, from an unknown person, with a vague, troublesome message was all that Emily had to work with. Her chest was beginning to heave, but she did everything in her power to control her anxious breathing, knowing that a panic attack wouldn't help the situation whatsoever.

"W-what...what do I have to l-lose?" she asked herself, fighting against her panicked breathing. It would be minutes before she found her mind calm enough to stand upright, but when she did, she hadn't changed her mind. She'd go and greet this mystery head-on, whatever the outcome might be.

**

Just as Emily expected, the address took her downtown, but not to the seedy part of the city, as one might have otherwise guessed.

Instead, she was in one of the richest neighborhoods, River North, and on either side of the smooth, well-kept street, short buildings cut into the low end of the skyline, decorated with shops on the entry level, and massive, upscale apartments above. She wasn't surprised at all that she was being invited to one, and given that the location wasn't too far from the school she worked at, she was almost certain that it was either a sympathetic coworker, or a student playing a prank on her.

Sadly, she wasn't sure which of the two situations she would prefer.

One on hand, if it were another student, she'd likely just have to repeat her earlier trials. She'd already bedded one student, and truth be told, she loved it, but the further the secret managed to spread, the more she would have to do to keep it contained, and she knew it was a slow, losing battle.

If it were a parent, and she didn't do exactly what they asked of her, things would be much more akin to an explosion: a sudden, outward burst of scorching flames, massive destruction, and when all was said and done, no one would even remember her name when the dust settled.

Praying that there might be some third option that she hadn't considered, Emily tried to keep her resolve in check. She'd dressed herself in a long, professional business skirt of plain black and a t-shirt of equally plain white, save for the black buttons along the front seam. She wanted to be able to continue to toe the line between professional and relaxed, and with one last glance in the mild reflection from the front window of a coffee shop, she felt assured that she was doing a wonderful job.

It was no wonder that the lynx was constantly getting herself into trouble, given her good looks, and she even tossed her hair just slightly as she passed by her reflection, but she was beginning to curse taking such good care of herself; she might have never found her way into the adult film industry, if she hadn't.

Ba-ding! Emily pulled her smart phone from the small purse that was slung over her shoulder and swiped the screen open, revealing a text that proved how closely she was being watched. "Room 602. Door is unlocked," she whispered, repeating the details to herself as she turned to enter the door of a large, brick-and-mortar building. The new style of things was to make buildings that had an old-fashioned feel with brand new materials, and though Emily didn't have much time to look, she appreciated the homey feel of the building, and the way that the large cut tiles upon the floor made her feel more comfortable.

She knew she wasn't the only person who associated wealth with safety, much as she tried not to let it become a prejudice in her mind.

"Calm. Keep calm," she whispered to herself, as she stepped into an open elevator, knowing as well that she was losing her cool. For all of her years standing in front of high school students and kneeling in front of cameras, her nerves were completely fried, and she couldn't become to fathom a positive outcome from this chance meeting.

Her mind was racing. She could feel her chest beginning to tighten, as if her entire torso were a rubber band being wound around a wrist. Her breathing was rapid, and she felt as though she might be sick as her ears almost ignored the quiet ding of the elevator as she reached the sixth floor.

Just a couple doors down, she leaned against the wall, resting her forehead against her arm, as she managed to swallow back her early lunch.

Relax. This is going to be okay. You're going to be okay. You'll get past this.

Despite her reassurances, her mental anguish wouldn't fade as she rested an open palm on the handle of door 602 and carefully turned it, as if there were a dangerous trap waiting for her on the other side. Slow, easy steps brought her into the confines of the apartment, and slowly, Emily closed the door behind her with a gentle click, and stepped onto a welcome mat in the middle of a large, loft-style room.

"You can drop the professional act, Emily. It really won't be necessary this afternoon...though it was awfully kind of you to dress so nicely for me. You're every bit as beautiful in person as you are on film."

Emily gulped before she heard a voice, but when one finally came to her ears, she was shocked to find it rather delicate, and almost bubbly. To call it chipper might not have been far off. "F-flattery isn't going to get you anywhere, young lady," she replied, still thinking this moment to be far more serious than it actually was. "I don't know what kind of dirt you've got on me, but I need you to hand it over, and I'll be on my way."

"I've only got as much information as the boy has posted on his social media, but that's all rumors, if you think about it, and I'm not really interested in it, anyway," the voice admitted. Emily could see a large, round pair of ears sticking up from long, dark tresses of hair, though, with the blinds closed and the lights dim, it was hard for her to see too much else. "I'm much more interested in you."

Her worst fears realized, Emily knew that the boy simply couldn't be trusted to keep his mouth shut. "He...he's not naming names yet, is he?"

"No, he's just bragging about 'nailing a teacher,' much as you might expect a horny eighteen year old to do," the voice replied, with a hint of sympathy laced into the words. "But he did post a blurry picture of you, and the moment I gazed upon it, I knew I'd seen you somewhere else before."

"No use pretending, then," Emily replied. She slumped her shoulders down and dropped her purse at the door, as a long, pitiful sigh passed her muzzle. "Mnnnf... listen...I don't know who you are, and I don't know what you plan to do to help me, but...I'm really not interested. I just want you to keep all of this a secret. Do you want money? An autograph? Hell, do you want tutoring?"

Much to her surprise, Emily heard a quick, playful giggle before she heard any other words. "What I want, Emily, is for you to relax." The blinds were slowly drawn open by small, skillful paws, and with an opaque curtain still blocking prying eyes from view, enough light was pouring through to illuminate the vision of a mouse, sitting upon a long, comfortable couch in the middle of a sizable living room. "I don't want your money, and I don't think there's a whole lot that you could teach me. There's plenty that I could teach you, however, if you'd come a little closer."

It didn't seem that the person was willing to negotiate, and though she let out a heavy sigh first, Emily stepped further into the large, expansive living room, past the impossibly large television that was mounted on the wall to her right, and the extra couch that sat across from it, on her left.

"There. I'm a little closer. Would you like to tell me how you might help me, now?"

Another giggle slipped past the slim, short muzzle of the mouse, who couldn't help raising a dainty paw to cover her expression. Now that Emily was a little closer, however, she could see that no other part of the mouse was covered at all, and apparently, she wasn't the least bit shy about exposing her womanhood.

"For being a submissive, you sure are awfully demanding. Rather unbecoming for someone of your stature, isn't it?"

"Guess I can't help being a little curious," Emily admitted, unsure of what the right word might actually be. She had no qualms about gulping back her nerves as she gazed over the mouse, scanning her from the small, pink pads of her footpaws and moving upward, along the slim, toned thighs and right into the gap between them. "What's your angle, stranger? What are you trying to get out of this?"

"I'm not trying to get anything. You're here, and that's already more than I expected out of you," the mouse replied casually, allowing Emily to dig her own verbal grave, even then. "If I want something from you, I'll just take it. After all, that's what you're into, isn't it?"

Tilting her head just slightly and cocking a brow, Emily thinned her lips and tried to ignore the moisture that was building upon her own womanhood as she pulled her gaze away from the thin, smooth sex of the other female, and finally met with her mischievous gaze. "Is...is this just a booty call?"

"Now that's a term I haven't heard in some time," she replied, finding that she had to fight her own chuckles to keep from breaking into all-out laughter. "The name is Cara, by the by, and I wouldn't demean the importance of this meeting with such a vulgar term."

"Well, I'm only here to make sure that my name stays clean," Emily suggested, "So if you don't really have anything for me-

"I didn't dismiss you, Emily."

The lynx was only just starting to turn away from Cara when the mouse sat upright on the couch from her comfortable, sprawled position and narrowed her once friendly eyes upon the feline. There was still something gentle about them, and yet, Emily felt as though they'd cast an ethereal rope around her waist to keep her still. "You don't seem to understand what kind of help I was offering, Emily. I can't clear your name, but you clearly have some latent, sexual issues to resolve, hm?"

"I...it...it was just the one time," Emily replied, her lower lip trembling, and her voice wobbling with every word. She knew that she was trying to convince herself, more than anyone else.

"But next time, you could get yourself into some serious trouble," Cara reminded her, "And to lose one of my favorite stars to prison time because she made a silly mistake isn't the kind of thing I'm willing to sit by and let happen, so...I hope you don't mind that I'm staying after class, Ms. Stevens."

Emily felt her jaw dropping just slightly as the final words crossed the tufted tips of her sensitive, wide ears. She could already see the lust painted upon Cara's expression with nature's brush, but she was still having trouble believing that the mouse was serious about going through with her plan. "W-what...?"

"I'm a pretty aggressive student, after all, and I just love taking charge when I'm studying. Certainly, you don't mind letting me be in control, do you?"

Though they'd only just met, Emily was only beginning to realize how much of a fan Cara really was of her work, and obviously, the adorable, yet sensual mouse had done her homework in the most literal sense by watching the majority of Emily's pornographic catalogue.

All it took was one glance for Cara to settle on her decision, and without so much as a request, she was going to help Emily work through her issues, seemingly free of charge.

"Every student is eager to learn about anatomy," Emily finally chimed in, putting on her best teacher's voice. "They all think that they can handle taking the lead. Are you sure you're up to the task?"

"It's my specialty," Cara shot back. "But I know I'm slipping in my grades just a little bit. I don't suppose sleeping with the teacher would be considered cheating, would it?"

Emily was beginning to feel as though it was summer again, and that she was being cast in another of her many different submissive videos. Cara wasn't nearly the rough, domineering type that she was used to, but just with her gaze and playful, yet determined attitude, it was the mouse who was playing chase with the cat, instead of the other way around. "W-why, Cara...I could never do such a thing with a student!"

Thin webs of moisture were building between Emily's thighs, and she could feel them staining through the front of her panties as they clung to the inside of her dress. Just getting back into the mindset of that forbidden moment left her legs quivering, and Cara snickered as she watched, able to see every signal that Emily's body was sending.

"I can't afford to fail this class, Ms. Stevens. Like it or not...I'm gonna have to earn my grade the old fashioned way."

"Cara, p-please-

"C'mere. Now."

Despite her words being strong as fresh, black coffee, there was sugar laced into the meaning, as Emily nodded silently and approached the edge of the couch. A mere nodding gesture of the head from Cara set Emily upon her knees, and the lynx looked up to her new mistress with a sense of curiosity in her eyes, glassed over with a look that told Cara how desperate she was to please.

"Good girl, Ms. Stevens! I'm really looking forward to this lesson," Cara teased, as her pearly white teeth came into sight with her grin. "I'll spread my sex for you, and each time I touch something, I want you to tell me what it is...and then lick it for me, so I definitely won't forget the name."

There was no 'understood' or 'you got it' at the end of Cara's words. She was a softer dominatrix than Emily had ever known, and yet, the mouse was somehow able to turn the key to unlock Emily's true, submissive personality. By using the sensual, dirty student as her persona, Cara made things just believable enough for Emily that she couldn't possibly resist living out her fantasy, though she was already hoping it wouldn't be the last time.

"Y-yes, Cara...that sounds like a fantastic lesson plan," Emily agreed, as she felt slick webs of natural juices dripping down between her thighs, threatening to reach the carpet. "Where shall we start?"

Licking her lips as she gazed over her delicacy for the evening, Cara reached down with an eager, confident paw and spread her labia apart, making sure that her proud, erect clit stood out and away from her body. "Right here, Ms. Stevens. What is this?"

Emily nearly forgot her manners, leaning in with her tongue primed, before a knowing gaze from Cara froze her in place. "That's the clitoris, Cara. Stimulating this can bring a girl to climax, if her partner is skillful enough."

"And what if my partner is my teacher...who I'm blackmailing for fucking me?" Cara asked, continuing the charade, even as Emily finally brushed the flat of her tongue against the tiny, cute nub.

Eyes that were locked together separated, as Cara tossed her head back with delight, while Emily kept her gaze turned up. Her ears were folded back, her eyes were wide with false innocence, and most of all, she needed the approval of her mistress, even if it was just her 'student.' "G-goodness, Ms. Stevens! Ooooh, oh my gosh...I don't think I'll ever forget that," Cara admitted, as she kept her womanhood spread wide, allowing her own natural liquids to drip down between her thighs, until the ethereal stream carried over the bottom of her curved, settled rump.

Legs wrapped tight around the back of Emily's head and trapped her in. A spare paw left, Cara brought it up to cup and massage at one of her breasts as she managed to turn a wincing eye down on her 'teacher,' ever eager to watch such an erotic display. "Wh-what...what about this?" she continued, letting a dangling pawtip sink just a sliver inside of her womanhood.

Emily could feel moisture gathering in the thin, peach fuzz fur upon her muzzle as she peered into the tight, quivering passage of the mouse seated before her. "That's the vaginal cavity, Cara. It can produce a different kind of orgasm," Emily explained, keeping up the act, and even assuming that perhaps, Cara hadn't ever experienced such before.

That would have been naive to assume, of course, almost as much as the idea that Cara had been able to keep her paws to herself that whole time. Emily recognized the scent of an aroused woman from having been close to it in her career, but she could also tell when a woman was faking it, and when she was truly enjoying herself.

Cara was squeezing upon her tongue the moment that the lynx pushed it further in, and Emily could feel the fluttering inner walls trying to contract on what little flesh they could get a hold of.

"F-fuck, Ms. Stevens! Yes...y-yes, that's it! I th-think... think I'm gonna cum!" Cara shuddered against the couch and clenched her thighs tightly around Emily's head, barely giving the lynx room to breathe as a tiny, glistening streak of female ejaculate spilled from her quivering womanhood. Obedient as she could ever be, and rumbling with delightful pride that she was able to satisfy her new mistress, Emily purred deeply from the back of her throat and happily swallowed down the offered cum, even as she denied herself any of her own personal pleasures.

The taste of her lover's yield was reward enough, and until Emily felt the shaking, trembling legs around her head relax and begin to slump off of her shoulders, her tongue refused to settle, licking and slurping up every drop of delicious juice that it could reach.

A final, gentle push of the palm on Emily's forehead brought her work to a close, however, as a panting, satisfied Cara glanced down over her. "Y-you know, I...haaann... probably could cum twice in a row, b-but...I let you have that first one way too easily."

It seemed that Cara was every bit as talented at switching from an in character role to being herself, and she happily ruffled Emily's hair a little bit as the lynx pulled back just enough to gaze up at the mouse. "Are you...are you sure, Cara?"

"Positive, Emily," she assured her new friend. "I just wanted to help you work that little bit of sexual frustration out of your system, and I got to take care of my own! Can't complain about that, right?"

"..."

Giggling at the offered silence, Cara stroked a paw comfortingly over one of Emily's tufted ears and met with her gaze. "Sorry to play up the mysterious act in getting you to come here. I didn't want you thinking that I was some rabid fan who was just looking for a quick lay."

Finally letting out a snicker, Emily cocked a brow at Cara. "And just how far from the truth would that be?"

"Not terribly," Cara admitted, "But it's not like you weren't into it."

"Well, I mean-

"I can feel your wetness on my foot, Emily."

The lynx went silent again, as she cast her gaze off to the side.

"Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me, Emily, and you can store my number, so this won't come as such a surprise to you, next time. But..."

"Yes?"

"You're my favorite teacher, Ms. Stevens, and I am a little bit greedy. You're going to have to come by once a week for a while to give me some private lessons...and if you say no, I don't think you wanna know what I'm gonna do to you."

Emily felt her tail picking up in an excited wag at the prospect, as her entire body ached with an unanswered need.

You have no idea how wrong you are, Cara...