The Palermo Six * * * * * * * * * * * * A Story By Lara V Cataluna (NC, Blackmail, Humiliation, M+/F, Strip) * * * * * * * * * * * * Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity. All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional. I WRITE THESE THINGS FOR ONE PURPOSE ALONE: HEARING FROM READERS!!! SO PLEASE BE KIND AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK... THANK YOU... To my knowledge, there is no such place called "Club Palermo" or Hornville. * * * * * * * * * * * * Inspiration: The movie "Varsity Blues". * * * * * * * * * * * * In this story, the main character is Melanie Kilmer, a high school teacher, age 28. * * * * * * * * * * * * I left the Moore building carrying the exam papers under my arm. It had been another tough exam - I made sure nobody could get an easy A from Melanie Kilmer. Well, except for the football players, of course. I guess everyone knew I was easy on the Jocks, making sure they got at least a C and passed the class. Well, Hornville was a football town, and nobody had a problem with the players getting some perks. As I walked over to my car, I didn't fail to notice the stares from many of the students walking by. I knew I had a reputation - everyone knew I had been a cheerleader for the school team ten years ago, and here I was back in my alma mater, teaching Political Science. And I was proud of my body - I worked out daily to keep myself fit. I also knew how to dress seductively without looking slutty or inappropriate for a teacher. Nevertheless, my class was popular with the boys and I always turned heads when I walked in the hallways. As I opened the door to my red BMW, I once again wondered if I had done the right thing by buying the expensive sports car. I loved my BMW but it surely looked very lavish on a teacher's salary. "Could it reveal my secret" I worried. But what would be the point of making six figures, if I couldn't even enjoy an expensive car? Besides, I had to drive 100 miles to Dallas four days a week - which required a fast, dependable car! Hopping into my car, I drove away, anxious to get home as soon as possible. I had to quickly prepare and head for Dallas - I had to be at Club Palermo at 9:00 PM. * * * * * * * * * * * * When I performed at Club Palermo, I dressed up, naturally, as a school teacher. I would be wearing a black power suit, and big glasses - your typical authority figure. Men loved it - I guess most of them lusted after one teacher or another in their school years and now enjoyed the idea of turning the tables: Being the one in charge, looking down to the "teacher", making "Ms. Whatever" perform for them... As I dressed for my performance, I could hear the loud beating of my heart. I was always very anxious and scared before taking up the stage. Even if you do it for the hundredth time, it is not easy to strip in front of a hundred men, putting your naked body on display and dancing around as they cheer for you. And I always feared the possibility of getting caught by some ex-boyfriend or a relative, even though there wasn't a single soul I knew in the city. Of course, I wouldn't do it if I didn't enjoy it. For as long as I could remember, I had had a submissive mind, formulating in my mind countless fantasies in which men dominated me. Working as a stripper was as close to living my fantasies as I ever came. Even then, I feared from my secret being revealed! I was raised as a proper Christian girl and if my parents heard about their college educated daughter working as a showgirl, they'd probably have a heart attack! And I still found the act of stripping out of my clothes as other people watched... humiliating! But that was the point; the humiliation strangely turned me on: Everyone around me is having a blast at the expense of my dignity, everybody around me is superior and I am made to perform and humiliate myself for their entertainment. I always got off the stage with considerable wetness between my legs. So, once again, here I was, on the stage, to perform for the audience: Men; white, black, chinese, indian, hispanic, accountants, lawyers, truckers, young, old, fat, skinny, tall, short, bald, ugly, drunk, rednecks, wetbacks - even some women. They'd all see what's underneath my clothes and get horny watching my antics... I stepped onto the stage, walking on my high heels and swaying my shapely ass. The music was very intense, getting the audience and myself in the mood. My back was turned to the audience as the lights came on. I took of my jacket and threw it in the corner as the audience started whistling. I bent forward and began swinging my ass, as my short skirt rode up, giving glimpses of my flimsy panties. There was a hundred eyes glued on my ass, thinking how they'd enjoy shoving their hard cocks between my tight yet soft globes. Then began "I will survive" - and I turned towards the audience and ripped off my snow white blouse, revealing my firm breasts pushing against my small bra. Smiling seductively, I also stepped out of my mini-skirt, leaving myself in a pair of G-string panties. I walked around the stage in my G-string and the bra, smiling seductively. I danced to the tune, running my hands up and down my sexy body. The men were hooting and leering, cheering me on, and their cat calls were exciting me. My hands caressed my hips, my thighs, my belly, as I slowly gyrated around. Fingers danced up my body, dropping the straps of my bra off my shoulders. I unhooked the black lace bra, then tossed it to the audience with a sultry look on my face. And at that moment, I felt like I had a heart attack... when I saw the spot my bra landed on... on the table right by the stage... at which were seated... MY STUDENTS!! I let out a shriek which certainly didn't mesh in with my act. As the students laughed at my reaction, my hands almost went up to my breasts, in order cover myself from six members of the football team seated by the stage. But I used all my mental strength to keep on with the show as my breasts remained bare to the hungry eyes of my own STUDENTS. Trying to recollect myself, I continued dancing, despite my panic and embarrassment. I ran my hands under my full breasts, fondling and squeezing, then pinching my erect pink nipples. I walked across the stage. Here I was parading around, soon-to-be completely naked in front of my Political Science 103 students... I spread my legs, and then grasped my inner thighs as I gyrated my pelvis. Turning my back to the audience, I bent over, reached for my panties, then slowly slid them off my buttocks, and down my tanned legs. My body was tanned completely. Tossing away my panties, I walked over on my high heels, reaching for the pole in the middle. Trying to avoid the eyes of my students, I grabbed the pole at the center of the stage and spun around it a few times. My pelvis undulated suggestively as I held on to the pole and danced around it. I swung my hips back and forth to the music as I slid up and down the pole positioned between my legs. Then, I got on all fours and started licking the pole on my hands and knees - this always drew cheers and catcalls from the men as I must have looked like licking a giant cock. And I dreadfully realized the football players were among the ones cheering the loudest. Luckily, it was over: I got on my feet, sent a flying kiss to the audience and walked off the stage swinging my firm ass. * * * * * * * * * * * * It had been 2 hours since my performance on the stage. There was just a few tables left now, and I was seated at a table with six of my students. I felt uncomfortable in my see-through dress under which my panties and bra were clearly visible. But that was the dress code in Club Palermo if you wanted to sit with the customers. And I had got to sit with these customers to straighten things out. Tony, James, Drew, Scott, Luke and Billy - all senior football players, and my Political Science students. Now I was sitting at their table, sipping the Martini they bought for me - I desperately wanted to get drunk! I was still curious how a bunch of eighteen year olds managed to get into Club Palermo, perhaps they had fake IDs or bribed the guys at the door. But I had more important concerns. I couldn't lose my teaching position or allow my extracurricular activities to be heard in Hornville. The guys kept making lewd jokes and I laughed with them with a fake smile plastered on my face, trying to hide my worries. But I couldn't take it any more: "Luke" I said in my sweetest voice, knowing the Quarterback was the head of this gang. "You guys will not tell anyone about... this... will you?" Luke smiled with a wicked expression, making a point of fixing his eyes on my breasts. At that moment, I truly felt, he was looking down on me: "Oh, no, Ms. Kilmer, don't you worry" he said with a slight grin on his face, "as long as you do a couple of favors... for us..." Despite my fear, I felt a little tingle in my pussy - did this mean, I had a couple of young strong Masters to serve? * * * * * * * * * * * I was anxious for the lecture to end. I was clearly getting more peeps than usual, dressed as ordered, in a skirt much shorter than usual and a blouse with enough buttons opened to show the tip of my bra. I blushed every time I came eye to eye with the Palermo Six. On the other hand, I was even more scared of what came after this class, having been briefed by Luke. The class finished with me assigning the reading for the next class, and I nervously seated myself on my desk, waiting for the students to leave. Soon, only the Palermo Six was left in the classroom. Bill, a muscle pile of a guy, began shutting down the blinds. My heart was racing. This had been the last class of the day and I knew students would be rushing out of the school, leaving the hallways and classrooms empty and silent. Just me and my blackmailers. I looked at the guys with pleading eyes, asking one last time: "please don't make me do this, not here". "You have to, Ms. Kilmer" responded Luke. James joined him: "Unless, you want the whole town to hear about what a hot number you are!!". Drew put the big boom-box on my desk, pushing the play button. The exciting tune of "I will survive" filled the room instantly. He didn't miss the opportunity to mock me: "You'd better hurry up Ms. Kilmer; Bubba will come here sooner or later and you know, if he catches you naked right here, doing what have you - we'd simply have to make him in on the whole deal!!" The idea of Bubba, our huge black janitor, joining my blackmailers sent a cold shiver down my spine. And made me start moving my hips at once. I stood in front of the blackboard and started my private performance, as my students were seated in the front seats. "Ironic" I thought, these football hunks normally preferred to sit all the way in the back. They told me I'd have to strip and dance as long as it would take to get them all horny enough. So, I began performing, putting in all my effort to please them. It was a lose-lose situation. The better I performed, the hornier they got. The hornier they got... I was already scared to death with the possibility of getting caught. I kept checking the door, my heart raced with fear, expecting Bubba or the Principal or somebody else to come right through the door any moment. I was dying off shame as my body was doing its teasing moves. This was no Club Palermo. Here I was, stripping in my very own classroom, in front of my students, sitting in the very seats students sit to attend class. Being naked in this public place, in my classroom, made me feel more naked than I had ever felt before. I'd be remembering this every time I stepped into the classroom, I would re-live my nudity every time I stood before the blackboard. Yet, despite my humiliation, I knew there was no going back, no way out. As my clothes started flying away, once again stripping naked in front of the Palermo Six, some of them started flashing their cameras. I was already way past my point of resistance... * * * * * * * * * * * * After my performance as a showgirl was over, they were all horny enough to go further. Soon, I was on my knees sucking their cocks, taking them inside me, serving them like a hooker. Luke fucked me on my own desk, so did Drew. They all had their way with me for the first time that day, leaving just minutes before Bubba came in to do the cleaning. Lucky for me, I managed to get back into my clothes just before he came in. Though, Bubba must have wondered why I was sweating like a pig. I could swear his eyes were glued on my ass as I rushed out of the classroom. Even as I drove away in my BMW, I knew this was just the beginning. Those pricks had too much power over me. I guess it was always the same with blackmail. Once you let your guard down, you sunk deeper and deeper. And now they had more power over me than before. They had a ton of pictures. Worse, some of those guys had to be under eighteen. "Statutory rape" my mind screamed. Surely, blackmail was illegal but would anyone believe a stripper? I couldn't bare the thought of coming clean anyway. * * * * * * * * * * * * 8 MONTHS LATER: So, last year was a year of firsts for me. I don't even know how many times I slept with the Palermo Six. They demanded my attention almost on a daily basis. I gave countless blow-jobs and took them in me countless times, among other sexual duties I was made to perform. I also lost my anal virginity to my students, who insisted on creating a large video library of my sexual performances. They not only got straight A's from Political Science, I had to do their homework for all other classes. Once, I even had to steal some exam questions from the teachers' lounge, just for them. Now they are all in college, and my life is so much easier. They all got Football scholarships of one kind or another, though I think Luke is the only one who can make it to NFL. Of course, they do come back to Hornville every now and then, in major Holidays. They don't bother me much, though. I guess they feel a bit guilty about all that blackmailing and perhaps they get all the pussy they want in college. I quickly walked over to Steve Canterburry's locker in the hallway. Students were long gone. He was the starting quarterback in this year's team. Making sure no one was around, I carefully slid the neon green envelope into his locker. Then, I made my way back to the classroom - I had to pack up and go home, it was getting late. Bubba was in the classroom, getting ready to do his cleaning. "Hello, Ms. Kilmer" he said as I walked into the classroom. I replied with an awkward smile. This man truly gave me the creeps. I picked up my stuff and headed for the door. "Ahh, Ms. Kilmer" Bubba said, stopping me. "Yess??" I said hardly concealing my annoyance. "I got something to show you!!". My hands started shaking, heart pounding as I looked at the pictures. It was pictures of me - with Luke's cock buried in my mouth, James fucking me on the teacher's desk... "You see, Ms. Kilmer, I know you think I'm dumb. Dumb enough to have no clue what's been going on around here. But you're wrong. I told those limp-dicks who've been fucking you, I told them I would report what was going on. Little chickens were scared shitless, of course. They agreed to give me some of their precious pictures if I promised to keep my mouth shut. And I got many pictures." "Listen, Bubba, you can't..." "Oh, Shut up, you uppity Cunt!!! Start stripping out of your clothes and get down on your knees, honey. If you're not sucking my big black cock in five seconds, I'm gonna cause you more trouble than you ever imagined possible..." * * * * * * * * * * * * FLASHBACK - 1 YEAR AGO: Luke and Scott were walking through the herd of students in the hallway , smiling at the girls who were so eager to hook up with them. It was fun being the Seniors on the Football team. "Luke, hurry up dude, we're gonna be late for the practice" complained Scott to his friend. "Wait just for a minute" responded Luke, opening up his locker. "I need to pick up something. Hey, what the hell is this?" "What is it, man?" asked Scott looking at the neon green envelope. Luke opened up the envelope, muttering "don't have a clue!!". "Look, it's tickets or something" "No" said Luke. "It's two invitations to a Club. Club Palermo. In Dallas. It looks like a strip-club, dude!!" "Strip club? Invitation to a strip club? Why would anyone put those in your locker?" "Who cares? Maybe, it's a joke or something... In any case - we got something to do this Friday night, eh?" "Yeah, man! We can get the whole gang!! Strip, babes, strip!!!"