The Tacher's Pet

 The Teacher's Pet

It was the first time to be featured in an art exhibition.  A gallery funded by a famous star had invited me to put some of my art.   I had worked on them with zest and was happy seeing my work being exhibited on the white tall walls of the exhibition hall. 

The event was successful, and quite a few people came to see.   I stayed in front of my work and explained them to the on commers.   After a while though, there were times when I became less busy.  I took the opportunity to wonder around the gallery. 

Seeing the fellow exhibitors' works was a humbling experience.  As I expected, they were good, and there were so much I could learn from. 

As I was returning back to my exhibition area, one large painting, a self portrait of a fellow artist caught my eyes...   I realized, I knew the man...  or may be the man looked so much like...     "Professor Michaels..."     Yes, it has to be!    He did tell me he enjoyed painting and photography.   It had to be him. 

Professor Michaels was my supervisor for teaching license program in University. 

He was an extremely handsome man with great build.   I had a crush on him from the first day when I saw him.   I remember feeling so uplifted when I had an audience with him, and how my hart pounded when I was heading to his office for a one on one meeting. 

Seeing him, albeit thru a piece of art had transported me in my imagination, to the nearby high school we had the training.... The school I understand is now shut, and the class room was in a dilapidated state.  It was dark and the scattered chairs were lighted only by the moon...   

I was standing alone, then I heard a light yet firm footstep behind me...

"Professor Michaels?"  I tried to turn, but felt strong hand grab my waist then push my back, hard, forcing my torso on to one of the desks...  

I looked back, Professor Michaels silenced me with his gaze.  With his other hand, he lifted my skirt.

I was getting so excited, I wiggled my bottom to help him rid of the small fabric.

He then started tracing the curves of my exposed bottom... so lightly, so gently, yet with clear intent to drive me out of my mind...  His touch was so sensual.  I was moaning loudly and begging for mercy.  

I was an inch away from sensual rapture when he suddenly flipped my body around.  

He grabbed my legs, and pulled them wide apart.  The act, so powerful and swift, alone almost made me explode in passion...   Feeling him press the fly of his flannel suit trousers onto my now soaked knickers, I could not stop begging for him to take me at the site...  

The next moment,  I felt him rip off my blouse... and manhandle my naked body.

I was taken from behind like a bitch that I am... Him showing no mercy, pounding me from behind, showing who the teacher is... and how naive and immature I am.

"And in this room, we have the established artist Jack Michaels, and the up and coming artist Hitomi Kotani. I think you can meet Hitomi in person who is...!!!"

("coming", someone joked)

"Hitomi!!  No!!   Please every one, can you excuse us..." 

I heard a familiar voice of the gallery staff shout at me and the sound of the heavy exhibition room door shutting.  

I came out of my revery just to find myself in an inexplicable state. 

I apologized to the embarrassed and upset staff over and over, though I was grinning internally.   

Now I know, it's time for me to go visit Professor Michales!

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Performed by  - Jack Michaels (@jackfmichaels.resident) and Hitomi Kotani

Story and Camera - Hitomi Kotani

Special Thanks to Holst & Holst Gallery team as seeing Jack's work at the February exhibition had pushed my back to contact him and propose the shoot. Thank you.