It was dark, and there were no lights anywhere. The corridors, long and wide and empty, were eerily quiet, and the sound of my heels clattering on the surface reverberated like cannon shot.

"Take your shoes off, for God's sake. Someone will hear us."

He led me down a corridor and turned left, then right, and by now I was totally lost. I would never find my own way back, I reflected, so I had no option but to go along with the brat. This, of course, would have been his intention all along. He was holding my hand as we walked down the dark corridor, our eyes gradually becoming accustomed to the dark, allowing me to discern vague shapes and see dim doorways leading off the corridor at regular intervals. He groped at my breast through my blouse and stopped to unbutton it.

"There's nobody around," he said, "so you may as well lose the top."

I didn't argue, and quickly unbuttoned it, reaching behind to unclasp my bra as well, and slipped it from my shoulders. Roughly, Clive squeezed my breast and tweaked my nipple. I was appalled to feel it rise under his touch. We walked on for a moment, before Clive stopped again.

"May as well go the whole hog. Take off your skirt and panties, too."

I paused momentarily before feeling for my zip and peeling it down. I stepped out of the skirt and eased my thong down, and stood up, naked but for stockings and suspenders, in the middle of a corridor of the local school. Suddenly, I felt hugely exposed and vulnerable.

"We'll put the clothes in here," Clive said, opening a door and striding into an empty classroom, rows of desks looming dull and dark through the gloom. He grabbed my clothes and piled them on the teacher's desk, before reaching for my hand and pulling me back into the corridor.

"Can't we just do it in there?" I asked, alarmed to be separated from my clothes. Being naked was bad enough, but at least when I had my clothes with me I felt I had some form of escape route. Now I was roaming the corridors of the school, completely nude and, as Clive led me down a number of corridors, deliberately complicating the route, with no earthly idea where my clothes were. He made no response, but continued to lead me through the dark and chilly school.

In the distance, at the far end of the corridor we were walking down, I could see light, and I began to panic. I suspected that Clive had been taking me in circles, and I feared that we were heading back towards the main hall again. With me naked. We proceeded down the corridor, and my fears were confirmed as familiar sights, such as the cloakrooms, appeared out of the darkness. Once we passed the cloakrooms, it almost immediately became much clearer, as the residual light of the hallway twenty yards further on penetrated our corridor. It was, in truth, almost fully lit, and if anyone looked up the corridor they would have seen us instantly. I was terrified, my heart pounding in my chest, my nipples stiff and prominent through fear, and my hands clammy and sweating. And still Clive dragged me forward. I pulled back, unwilling to go any further, but he gripped my hand and squeezed it.

"You're not in a position to argue, Harriet. Unless you want to go home dressed like that?" I knew he was right, and lowered my head in defeat. Resigned, I allowed myself to be led to the top of the corridor, where it met the main entrance to the school. Beyond it, on a slightly lower level, was the dance hall, and I could see a number of people milling around, and hear the dismal, repetitive thump of the music.

Clive let go of my hand and motioned to me to wait. He walked to the entrance and looked around. Satisfied, he motioned to me and I hurried towards him, my stockinged feet sliding on the polished floor. I reached Clive, and he took my hand again. For a moment, he made me stand there , completely naked in the middle of the school entrance hall, and then he pulled me through a doorway and I was pitched once more into satisfyingly anonymous darkness.

I was led through an office and into another office at the rear, where a huge desk and an imposing chair faced us.

"Headmaster's office?" I guessed.

Clive grinned. "Got it in one. And now," he continued, "I want my blowjob." He unzipped his trousers and sat down in the headmaster's chair, pulling his cock free as he did so. The chair tipped back and he lay, almost horizontal, in front of me.

I knelt in front of him and rested my hands on his knees. Pulling his trousers down to his ankles to give myself access, I kissed up his left thigh and then his right, delaying the moment when I would have to take his cock in my mouth.

"Get on with it, I've been looking forward to this for days." I stretched up and felt for his balls. Extending my tongue, I lapped exploratively against them, feeling them tense to my touch, the skin contracting involuntarily. He smelled faintly musky, the result, no doubt, of his exertions on the dance floor. I felt for his cock and gripped it in my hand as I gently sucked a testicle into my mouth, running my tongue across his sac and onto his perineum. Stroking gently, I began to wank him. He was very hard, his head hot and completely solid, and I felt him twitch. I suspected he would not last very long before he came.

Tickling his balls with my fingers, I eased my mouth upwards onto the base of his shaft, and licked lazily along its length. I rested it lightly against the palm of my hand and continued to trace my tongue up and down it, kissing at his balls and tickling my tongue against the flap of skin at the back of his glans. Clive groaned quietly as I adjusted my position and slid the tip of his cock into my mouth; I held it there for a moment, sucking gently on it, feeling it hot and hard inside me, and I began to stroke my tongue across its tender surface, flicking delicately against his pee hole. I tasted a drop of pre-cum and Clive's cock twitched again.

Time for the final onslaught, I thought, and pressed my head forward, sliding his entire length inside me. Again, I rested for a moment, accustoming myself to the sensation of his cock filling my mouth and throat, and then I began to bob my head up and down, up and down, sucking in my cheeks, ensuring the maximum friction against his throbbing prick. He wasn't terribly long, and I could accommodate his length easily; picking up speed, I wanked his cock with my mouth, taking him deep, right down to his balls, then easing back up until his glans almost slipped out of my mouth, before drawing down again, and back, and down and back. I gripped the base of his shaft and squeezed, and with my other hand fondled and tickled his balls. I scratched my nail downwards towards his arse and stroked against that delicate area, meanwhile redoubling my efforts with my mouth. His cock was hot, and it seemed to swell inside me, and I knew that he was about to come. I wanked harder and harder with my hand, and sucked with greater force. Clive tensed, his thighs gripping me tight, and he let out a yell as he began to come. With viscious suddenness a huge spurt of hot spunk flew out of him and landed deep down my throat, and then there was that momentary pause before the rest began to jet out of him, wave after wave, pulsing hot and hard into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed, not really having time to taste it, and finally his climax subsided. I sat where I was, my mouth around his still stiff cock.

"Hi there," Clive said with a grin. "Come in and join the show."