Talk Dirty to Me

"What sort of shit were they talking about you, Miss Lane?" Tia said innocently.

"Language, bitch!" Melissa said angrily. "I've told you over and over, I will not put up with motherfucking profanity! No matter what the fuck is going on in your shitty life, you will keep a civil fucking tongue in your head when you speak to me. Is that perfectly fucking clear?"

Tia's face clouded over. "OK, I think this shit has gone far enough. Fan-fucking-tastic."

It was as if a veil had been removed from Melissa's mind. Suddenly, memories of the conversations of the last few hours filtered back into her head, but this time, Melissa realized what she'd actually been saying. She clapped her hand to her mouth, letting out a tiny whimper of utter mortification. "I...you...what the fuck--" She broke off then, astonished and horrified to hear the word come out of her mouth. "What did you fucking--" She tried again, now close to tears. "What did you do to me, bitch?"

Tia grinned nastily. "I fixed your little red wagon but good, that's what I fucking did. You really should have asked me more about that phone sex, teach. See, a lot of the losers I talk to have this thing for hypnosis, and well, that's something I already knew a lot about. So I've gotten real good at getting inside people's heads and making them do shit. And this afternoon, I got into yours."

"Then get the fuck back out!" Melissa cried out, her mind a swirl of panic and confusion and...and...and...something else. She stood up. "Whatever shit you did to me, make it stop!" She hated to hear those vulgar words from her own lips, but knowing what she was doing didn't mean that she could keep from doing it.

"Oh, it gets better, Miss Lane. See, I also had a little chat with you about your sex life while you were under." She put on an expression of mock sympathy. "Seems like it's kind of non-existent. Kind of 'never been existent', in fact. You don't even jill off." Melissa wanted to tell her that was none of her business, but she was terrified at how it might come out sounding. "I thought that was really sad. So I added a little something to the suggestions. Every time you swear, it gets you a little hornier." Her mock-sympathetic expression turned venomous. "Do you even fucking know how many times you've been swearing today? Your subconscious does. And every time you do it, it turns up the heat just a little more."

"I...please, I'm fucking begging you, I..." Melissa shivered. She couldn't think. This was worse than it had been in the classroom, far worse. Tia just seemed to have some strange power over her, something that left her utterly bereft of her usual poise.

"Come to think of it, let's go ahead and turn this up a notch. Craptacular."

"Fuck slut?" Melissa asked. She heard her own words. "Bitch the fuck? Tit slut fuck fucky fuck!"

Tia laughed now, openly laughing at the other woman's terrified and confused expression. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

Melissa set her jaw, trying to say something, anything other than gutter talk, but all that came out was "Shit my cunt, the fuck slut fucks ass!" And the worst part was, Tia was absolutely right. Every foul word that came out of her mouth increased the heat, the damp slickness between her thighs. And now, every word was nothing more than vulgarity.

Tia leaned back on the couch to enjoy the show. "Oh, this is just great!"

Melissa squinched her eyes shut. Think of Shakespeare, she said. You know the words by heart, just ignore everything and let them roll off your tongue. "To fuck or slit to fuck, tit is the cuntbitch. Fucker to bastard the shits and motherfuckers of goddamn cuntlickers..." It was no good. She collapsed to her knees, sobbing. It was taking all her willpower just to keep from pawing herself.

Tia began to wriggle out of her clothes. "Oh, this is just too fucking perfect! I mean, Miss Fucking Lane, Baddest Bitch on the block, and she's on her knees right in front of me!" She slipped off her panties, and sat there lewdly presenting her private parts to Melissa's gaze. "I mean, God Damn, you know?"

"Fuck the fuck?" Melissa didn't mean to say anything, it just slipped out. Her hands quivered. The tinglings in her intimate places were insistent now, like the throbbing of a second heart. She felt more excited than she'd ever felt in her life. Nothing seemed to help.

"Mom says that it's natural for young women to explore their sexuality," Tia said. "And I've got this hot hypnotized slut-bitch on her knees in front of me, and the house to myself for a few hours. What do you think I'm going to do?"

Melissa wanted to say, 'If you think for one moment that I'm going to touch you,' but it only came out as "Slut fucks bitch for whore cuntlips" before she shoved her hand down the front of her dress and began to touch herself. She couldn't help it anymore. The insistent needs of her body had grown too strong to deny, and even the degrading fact that she was doing it in front of one of her own students wasn't enough to stop her anymore.

"Mmm," Tia said, gently petting her own privates, "that looks good. It'd look even better if you took your clothes off, though."

"Fuck it!" Melissa cried out, which just sent stronger tingles through her body. Her fingers felt so good sliding into her...her vagina...and despite her incoherent refusal to Tia, she found herself pulling off her jacket and blouse to allow her other hand better access to her bosom.

"So here's the deal, teach," Tia said, continuing to stroke her own body, "if you ever want control of your tongue back again...and I think you do...you better come over here and help a girl out. Because my cunt is just about aching right now, and I want to see what a hot little slut like you can do to it."

Melissa wondered if one of the suggestions had been to arouse her when she heard profanity as well as said it, because Tia's speech made her shudder with desire. She crawled over to where Tia sat on the couch, somewhat awkwardly because her hand refused to leave its warm nest between her thighs, and gazed up at her through a haze of lust and shame and shameful lust.

"What are you waiting for?" Tia asked. "Get busy, bitch."

Melissa leaned in, her tongue extended, but Tia put her hand on her forehead. "No. Use your fingers, not your mouth." She smiled cruelly. "I want you to talk dirty to me."

Melissa didn't even know what to say, but all she needed to do was open her mouth as she slid her fingers into Tia's warmth and the words came all on their own. "Slut fucking fucks the goddamned snatch," she said. "Fingerfucking slutbitch fucking whores the....ahh!" Her own fingers felt slick inside her, the tingling suddenly so intense that she felt herself clench tightly around them.

"The...the...slitfucking titty bitch, the motherfucking fucker with the cunt fuck fucking fuck..." She was babbling and she knew it, but it didn't matter, the words never came out as anything other than the worst kind of profanity and it just kept getting her hotter and hotter, and Tia's eyes were like slits now and she felt just as warm and slick inside as Melissa did, and waves of pleasure were just radiating out from that tiny spot between her legs and as she cried, "Slutty slut cums cuntsucking fuck oh shit fuck slit titty snatch fuck," she felt them spill over into a tide of bliss like she'd never felt before. Tia's moan made it clear that she was experiencing the same thing.

When she started to withdraw her hand, Tia grabbed it by the wrist and held it in place. "We're not done until I say we're done, understand, slut?"

"Fucking fingerfuck cuntbitch pussylips," Melissa moaned out, feeling her own arousal begin to climb again.

It felt like hours before Tia finally pushed Melissa's wet and sticky fingers away from her body, and said, "Enough! Enough, oh, that was...nice...abso-fucking-lutely."

Melissa felt something shift in her brain. Experimentally, she said, "Something?" She almost sobbed in relief when she realized that the words she'd thought were the same as the words she'd said. "Oh, thank mercy!" she cried out. "The quality of mercy is not strained, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven ..." She quoted Shakespeare's words as though they were an exorcism, never so happy to hear them spoken in her own voice.

"You know we're not quits, teach." Tia's chillingly smug voice brought her back to reality. Melissa reached for her blouse, blushing. "I've still got my hooks in that big brain of yours, and if you don't play nice, I can do things to you that would make today look like a fucking church picnic."

Melissa looked down, not daring to meet Tia's gaze as she pulled her blouse back on. "I know," she said in a small voice, hating her own timidity. "If it's a good grade you want..."

Tia laughed. "Shit, no! Were you not fucking paying attention? I want to get expelled! Don't worry, I'll make it look good. I'll go in tomorrow, put on a big show, and you'll sadly have no choice but to boot me out of that shithole so fast my head will spin."

"And then you'll...you'll let me go?" Melissa said hopefully.

Tia wriggled her body again, displaying her nudity with a perverse pride. "We'll just have to see. I had fun today."

*****

Melissa walked out of school, carrying a manila envelope. Things actually seemed to be looking up after the terrors and abasements of yesterday, she decided. Not only had Tia blown up so spectacularly that it left Principal Harrison in no doubt about the stress that Melissa had been under, thus saving her from administrative leave, she'd also gotten him to spring for that counseling after all. Which meant that she'd be seeing a professional psychiatrist at district expense.

Psychiatrist and more importantly, hypnotherapist. Melissa knew she didn't have much hope of breaking whatever hold Tia had on her by herself, but with professional assistance, she felt sure it could be done. That horrid girl would regret her abominable behavior when Melissa explained to a professional just what had been done to her mind! She pulled at the envelope, eager to see the details on her soon-to-be-savior.

A card slid out, and Melissa just managed to catch it before it fell out onto the sidewalk. She turned it over in her hand, seeing the embossed writing. 'Linda Fernandez, Professional Psychiatrist and Hypnotherapist,' it said. 'MD, ACHD. Call for appointment.'

"Ohhhhh...." Melissa stared at the card for a long moment, her gift with words utterly gone. Finally, one word slipped out of her open mouth. The only word she could think of right now.

"Shit."

THE END