Rick woke up immediately, feeling like he wanted to puke. He sat up and covered his mouth with his hand to avoid accidentally staining the sheets. When he turned his head to the right, he saw that Victoria was already awake and curled up next to him. It was still dark, and the clock read 4:47. He was so hungover that he didn't even remember getting home. A moral hangover gripped him, as he didn't know if he'd done anything wrong. He was afraid he'd somehow hurt Victoria the night he'd gotten home.

Victoria, seeing her husband in such a state, didn't even say a word. She turned her head away. She was ashamed to see her life partner in such a state. And on top of that, she couldn't sleep because terrible thoughts bombarded her mind. She also felt a knot in her stomach, but for an entirely different reason than her husband. A terrible pang of guilt gripped her, as if she'd just realized what she'd done.

She felt like her body had been deceiving her until now, preventing her from feeling the true emotions of all the humiliating tasks Britney had ordered her to perform. Suddenly, it dawned on her that she was having physical contact with another woman! It was disgusting! She'd never even considered kissing another girl before... let alone licking her pussy? She felt like a sinner reaching for the forbidden fruit every day. It was unbearable, all this guilt, this path to darkness. She feared there was no hope for her. That the God she believed in so strongly would condemn her. She felt the need to go to church.

Victoria even began to have suicidal thoughts because she couldn't find a solution to her problems. She could also tell Rick everything and hope he would forgive her, at least a shred of hope. But she couldn't bear the thought of the suffering it would bring. She would destroy his life forever. It all became so difficult and complicated, and she had nowhere to hide.

And on top of that, she felt her relationship was slowly falling apart. She couldn't be honest with her husband. They barely spoke to each other anymore. And to make matters worse, Rick came home completely drunk and fell asleep on the floor with his pants down to his knees. An embarrassing sight to see a man fall. A figure she could always count on.

"Hey baby... why aren't you sleeping?" Rick asked, his voice hoarse from drinking.

"What do you think? You smell strongly of alcohol, and to make matters worse, you've been snoring all night. Do you realize the state you came home in?"

"Sorry, but I don't remember..."

"You were having a wonderful time! Completely drunk, you fell asleep on the floor with your pants down to your knees. You missed peeing under yourself... I was sad to watch you."

He hadn't expected to mess up so badly. He was incredibly embarrassed and wanted to defuse the situation as quickly as possible. Rick approached Victoria to hug her and apologize, but she quickly pulled away and got out of bed.

"You know what... I don't feel like talking to you in this state. You better get your act together, because I can't stand the smell of vodka on your breath. It's pathetic, really."

Victoria quickly put on a robe hanging by the bed and left, slamming the bedroom door. Before it closed, she managed to hear Rick's quiet apology, who looked genuinely worried. She, on the other hand, had locked herself in the bathroom to relax. She couldn't sleep, even though it was still very early. Victoria was consumed by the way she'd just treated her husband. She'd yelled at him, which was practically unheard of. All that frustration and anger had to come out somehow, and it seemed Rick was the shield she used to vent it.

She was so nervous. She'd rather not go to school today. She was afraid the students would find out about the photo hanging in the bathroom, and in a few hours, the whole school would be talking about it. Victoria couldn't imagine such humiliation. She needed a day off to get her bearings. She felt like she was falling apart! And then the idea hit her: to take the day off. But shouldn't she ask Britney about it? What if she didn't let her? Victoria was so dependent on her that she was afraid to make such a decision on her own. She picked up her phone and, with a trembling hand, began texting Britney.

'Good morning, Mistress. I'm sorry to be writing so early, but I wanted to ask if I could take the day off work today. I'm feeling very unwell and haven't been able to sleep all night. I'm under a lot of stress and can't cope.'

She kept checking her phone, but no response came... so, unsure of Britney's answer, Victoria prepared for class as she did every day. She felt unable to decide on her own because she was afraid of Britney's reaction. It was only when Victoria was finishing her morning toilet that her phone buzzed. She walked over to it hopefully and began reading the message from her student.

'Hello, bitch! Oh my, are you having a panic attack after yesterday's bathroom incident? I want you to face this feeling, not run away. So, to answer your question... no, you can't take the day off. We need to see what your students wrote under that sexy photo! But I appreciate that you didn't decide for yourself and asked my permission. So I have a reward for you too. You won't get any tasks from me today. But remember! I'll see you in the parking lot after school. Today is your first real gym workout. Your clothes will be on your desk; I don't have time to meet you in your classroom because today is our first cheerleading practice after the holidays. See you later, my slut.'

Victoria's hopes for a day off faded. She didn't know how to cope with her emotions, so she decided to stop at a church on the way to work for solace. She finished getting dressed, then left the house without eating breakfast. She didn't even say goodbye to Rick, who she was still incredibly angry with.

Victoria hadn't been to church in a long time, as there was always something else to do. Raised in the faith since childhood, she rarely missed Sunday services. Victoria began to think that perhaps this neglect had caused all the misfortunes to befall her. She felt awkward entering the church. She knew what her final days were like. In ancient times, they would surely have stoned her, she thought to herself. And so, sitting in silence, she sought solace.

When she left the church, she felt a certain sense of relief. She realized that all was not lost, and that after every storm, the sun comes out. She felt ready to face another day, but was she really?

The rest of the morning passed rather quickly, and when Victoria arrived at her classroom, there wasn't much time left before her first period began. She was glad that, for once, Britney wasn't in the classroom. It made her feel less stressed. On her desk sat the familiar bag of clothes laid out for the day. Victoria knew exactly what to expect inside. It definitely won't be pants.

This time, the lingerie was red... lacy and very sexy. A tight, very skimpy thong. You could almost say it had a delicate string digging into her buttocks. And a fiery bra that hugged her amazing breasts beautifully. There were also black tights, sheer and easily see-through. The main item in today's wardrobe, however, was a red checkered dress, paired with high heels in the same color... red.

These clothes were becoming less and less uncomfortable. She was starting to feel more natural in them. Once dressed, she went to the mirror to touch up her delicate makeup, and right after that, the first students began to fill her classroom.

Despite her morning panic attack, Victoria felt good at that moment. The students were paying less and less attention to her appearance, and so far no one had brought up the subject of the photo hanging in the toilet, or at least nothing she had managed to hear. Britney had also left her alone. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she was teaching like she used to. She was doing so well during the lesson that she didn't even notice how quickly her first lesson flew by.

Victoria needed coffee, which she hadn't been able to drink this morning due to stress. She felt the time was right, so she left the classroom to make herself a strong coffee with milk in the teachers' lounge. As she walked, she spotted Jerome and his basketball teammates in one of the hallways. She instinctively backed away behind a wall, trying to remain unnoticed. But... Victoria wanted to see him again to explain the photo he'd taken of her... which had accidentally been hung in one of the men's restrooms yesterday. She knew she had to do this differently than the last time after class, when he'd simply ignored her.

It was now or never! She took a deep breath and moved back toward the boys. The sound of her heels caught their attention and made them turn toward her. She felt their eyes flicking over her, and after a moment, they greeted her politely.

"Good morning, Mrs. Wesley. How can we help you?" Jerome took the initiative, fully aware that this was about him.

"I just wanted to ask you something, Jerome," Victoria answered shyly. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure,” he said happily.

Victoria suggested they go into a nearby classroom, and Jerome agreed without hesitation. She closed the classroom door and barely began the conversation with a trembling voice.

“Please, delete that photo you took in my classroom...”

Jerome knew this was exactly what was going on, but he wasn't about to give up. Wanting to control the situation, he confidently sat down in the chair by the teacher's desk.

“Why?” He said.

“Because...” Victoria stuttered, then took a deep breath. “Because it’s embarrassing.”

“Come on! What are you trying to hide, Mrs. Wesley?” Jerome suddenly changed his tone. He became aggressive and angry. “You were teasing me! And now you’re trying to act like you weren’t?” He glared at her.

“What do you mean?” Victoria asked, confused. She couldn’t understand why he was angry all of a sudden.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Mrs. Wesley,” Jerome growled. “You know exactly what I mean. You’re wearing those sexy clothes, making all of us hard, and now you are acting like you don’t want the attention. That’s not fair!”

Victoria didn’t know how to respond. She blushed and stuttered. “I... I didn’t mean that. I just...” She couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“If you didn’t want the attention, why are you dressing like that?”

Victoria gasped at his words... She knew that she didn’t deserve to be treated like this. She got up and tried to leave the classroom, but Jerome was too fast. He quickly jumped up and grabbed her by the arm.

"Ouchhhhh... what are you doing?!"

“Calm down! And… Sorry… I shouldn’t act like that.” He dropped her arm and took a step back.

“Please just leave me alone,” Victoria said weakly. At that moment she just wanted to get out of there. She was terrified!

“Of course, but if you say something about this, I will go to the principal and show him your photo and say that you were teasing me.”

Was this another blackmail attempt? She couldn't believe what she was hearing. And the subject of the photo hanging in the bathroom? She hadn't even managed to mention it, and he had already sent her into hysterics. She wanted to ignore it and pretend that what had just happened hadn't actually happened. He had actually grabbed her arm. Her student!

“Wait, Mrs. Wesley!” he said when Victoria opened the door to leave. “You will forget about this photo and never ask me to delete it again.” Victoria slowly turned to him and nodded weakly. “And...” Jerome added with a smile, “You will accept the fact that you were teasing me. Right?”

In that moment, she knew she was beaten. Victoria didn't want him to go to the school principal with this photo. She didn't want to be at the center of the scandal it might cause. Besides that... it really looked like she was bending over backwards for him. Victoria left the classroom without answering him. She felt completely embarrassed. This wasn't how this conversation was supposed to go.

On the way to class, she could barely keep from crying, and she completely forgot about the coffee she was supposed to make during break. Too much had just happened.

Victoria needed a few minutes to calm down, so when she entered her classroom, she closed the door and sat down at her desk, wiping the few tears from the corners of her eyes. She couldn't let anyone see that she had been crying. She pulled out a mirror to retouch her makeup, which her tears had slightly smudged.

During her next lesson, she felt a wonderful sense of unease because after the first few minutes, she realized something was wrong. The boys were staring at her long legs in black tights, but she was slowly getting used to that... this wasn't it. She felt something else hanging in the air. As she turned to write on the blackboard, she heard loud laughter, but when she turned back to the class, she couldn't place who it was. She glanced at her students and didn't see anyone fooling around. So she decided to continue writing on the blackboard... when something hit her in the back. She turned and saw a balled-up piece of paper on the ground. She picked it up, unfolded it, and saw writing that completely froze her. 'BBC Slut'

Panic immediately gripped her... she didn't know what to do. Emotions overtook her, and she simply shouted at the class, "What does this mean? The person who wrote this and threw it at me must confess immediately. Such behavior is unacceptable!" But the entire class remained silent, looking at each other innocently. Victoria wouldn't let up, so she continued to press her students for the truth. "I advise you to confess, or I'll go to the principal with this, and the whole class will suffer the consequences! Now, who did it?"

Still silence... no one spoke. This infuriated Victoria even more, prompting her to end the lesson early and tell everyone to leave the classroom. She needed to show some authority and intimidate them a bit, letting them know they couldn't mess with her. Left alone in the classroom, she sat down at her desk and thought again about what had just happened. It was definitely the result of that damn photo hanging in the men's room. She had to do something about it, but she didn't know what. She'd basically threatened them with going to the principal, but she wasn't sure if she should actually do it. What if this whole crazy situation with her photo got out and the principal decided she was the one who provoked them all? She was pulled out of her senseless thoughts by a text message from Britney.

“I’m watching your whole lesson, and I think boys started to find out what’s hanging in their bathroom.”

Britney was right... but what can she do about it? She can't live in such a degrading way. She can't tear that photo down either, unless Britney allows it. Victoria sat there until the bell rang, beginning her longest break of the day. Despite the stress, Victoria needed to eat something and finally drink the coffee she'd been missing since early morning. She grabbed her bag and headed for the cafeteria.

As she entered the cafeteria, she saw Mr. Anderson standing in the food line. She tried to avoid his gaze and walked in the opposite direction, but then he shouted at her to pay attention. She couldn't ignore it anymore. She waved and continued walking toward her table, not wanting to engage in conversation with him. She needed to be alone. Too much had already happened today. However, it was to no avail, because once Mr. Anderson received his food, he almost immediately headed towards Victoria. An encounter with him was inevitable...

"Hi Victoria... I won't take up much of your time today. I just wanted to follow up on our conversation yesterday... about how it would be nice to spend more time together as friends... you know... outside of school."

"Hi George. Yes, I remember our conversation... what did you want to tell me?"

"I'm going to the new exhibition at the history museum this Saturday... you know how much I love history. I thought maybe you'd like to go for a walk with me? We could grab a coffee and chat for a bit beforehand. What do you think?"

'God... this isn't real. What else was going to happen today?' Victoria was devastated. But she knew she couldn't refuse. Britney had ordered her to agree to anything Mr. Anderson suggested. Even though she didn't want to meet with him, she knew she had no other choice. She had to complete the task Britney had assigned her.

"You know what... that's a great idea. I haven't been to a cultural place in ages. Can you at least tell me what exhibition it is?"

"Of course! It will be an exhibition devoted to colonialism. This topic has been very much in the media lately... But I'd also like to have a bit of knowledge on the subject, as I'll soon be discussing these issues with my students in history class."

"Great! I can't wait." Victoria responded with enthusiasm, trying not to arouse suspicion. In truth, she didn't like the idea at all and knew it would be a very boring outing. But biggest problem is how to tell her husband about it?

"So... maybe you could give me your phone number? It'll be easier for us to contact, and I'll send you the details of where we can meet."

Victoria reluctantly gave him her number, and they said goodbye. It was fortunate that he didn't want to share lunch with her, as it would surely have taken up her entire break. Finally, she was alone. She went to the cafeteria, where there was no longer a line, and grabbed a chicken salad and a strong black coffee, without which it would be difficult to get through another lesson. She ate alone, enjoying it, at least for a moment. But her mind was still racing... all those irritating thoughts, unresolved issues that were ruining her health and personal life.

The last lesson had been quiet and boring, but Victoria was very pleased that nothing humiliating had happened again. She occasionally thought about how the students had treated her in the previous lesson, about the fact that she would have to go to a meeting with George the day after tomorrow, and most of all, about how Jerome had treated her this morning. He had grabbed her wrist aggressively, like some kind of attacker. She was starting to fear him. And what about the photo hanging in the restroom? She would soon find out because just before the end of the lesson, she received a text from Britney asking her to meet in the men's room before they went to the gym. Oh yes... the gym. Victoria had completely forgotten about that.

And that's exactly what happened. The lesson ended, and Victoria waited in class for a moment until the school was empty. She didn't want anyone to see her hovering near the men's room. She sat nervously in her classroom, imagining various scenarios that might soon unfold during Britney's meeting. Victoria really didn't want a repeat of the previous day, where she had to suck a large black dildo while locked in one of the stalls. She was also terrified of what she might encounter on the wall under her picture.

When she was sure that the school was empty, she left the classroom and slowly walked to the second floor, and then, making sure that no one was there, she entered the men's restroom, where Britney was waiting for her. She was dressed in her school cheerleading uniform; she probably came here straight from her practice.

"Hello, bitch! Before we go to our favorite stall, please tell me if you met Mr. Anderson today."

"Hello, mistress... yes, I saw him for a moment," Victoria replied in an uncertain, frightened voice.

"And? Did he suggest meeting you? Tell me how it went. Don't make me drag your tongue."

"Yes... he suggested going to the history museum together, because his hobby is history... and... he suggested coffee before the tour."

"Great! Do you know the specific date?"

"He would like to meet this Saturday afternoon."

"That's great, don't you think? You can clean my dorm in the morning, and then I'll help you get ready for your date."

"I'm sorry, mistress... but this isn't a date. You know I have a husband. This is just a friendly outing. You said so yourself."

"Don't panic! I was just saying that! Usually, a one-on-one meeting between a woman and a man is considered a date... that's why I said that."

Victoria just nodded, fearing it was another trick. She didn't want to go to this meeting at all.

"Now let's see if anything has appeared on the wall under your photo."

Britney opened the door to the last stall and gestured for Victoria to sit on the toilet. She stood next to her and closed the door, locking it. Now both faces were turned to the photo of Victoria sticking her ass out for the camera.

The first thing that caught their attention was the white, dried liquid that partially covered the photograph... was it sperm? Victoria was in shock. In addition, almost the entire door was covered with obscene writing.

"Oh my, I think the students at our school liked your photo. Read it! Read it loud and clear, sentence by sentence. Let's find out what the boys think of you!"

Victoria did as Britney told her. She began to read slowly and carefully, each sentence... in the exact order written on the door.

'Mrs Wesley is a natural whore, who like showing off her slutty body to students'
'That Teachwhore has a body built for porn, and a face that deserves to be glazed in cum'
'She's the kind of trashy whore who doesn't wear a bra or panties to school'
'Mrs Wesley doesn't need respect, she needs a BBC face fucking'
'Mrs Wesley is a cockslut with a fat ass'
'I wonder why she's a teacher when the slut has a body built for porn'

With each sentence, Victoria's voice trembled more and more, and her self-esteem sank further and further. Did they really think that about her? It's disgusting! She slowly read all of the comments. They all said how she looked like a whore and how much they wanted to fuck her. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She was crying softly as she read them all. Victoria wanted to run away, but her Mistress grabbed her arm and held her in place.

“Don’t you dare, slut,” Britney growled angrily at her. “You are going to stand here and read everything they wrote.”

Victoria started crying, but she obeyed her mistress and kept on reading. "Do you want my cum too, Miss Wesley? Give me a Black baby!" Victoria gasped at the nastiness of it.

“What do you think they mean?” Britney asked. “Don’t pretend like you don’t understand, slut.”

“They... they want to... have sex with me,” Victoria said sadly.

“And?” Britney pushed.

“And get me pregnant...” Victoria said weakly.

“That’s right,” Britney agreed with a smile. “You’re not even a real mother, and they want you to carry their children in you, but that’s good. You should be happy they want to fuck your dirty whore pussy!”

Victoria continued reading... “Show us your ass in a cheerleader uniform,” was one of the next sentences. Victoria blushed at it. She had never even worn a cheerleader uniform!

“Tell me,” Britney said suddenly. “Are you excited to read those sentences?”

Victoria felt, above all, shame and terrible pain. She had always considered herself a decent teacher and felt that everyone at school respected her... but after what she read, she began to have doubts. Her life had become a nightmare. All these comments were disgusting and inappropriate. How could anyone write such a thing about their own teacher? Yet, a part of her was pumping dopamine into her body... all these lewd comments gave her an indescribable feeling in her stomach... as if she liked something about it. She couldn't define it or describe it. She simply felt it. She wanted to deny it, but she couldn't.

Victoria nodded, looking into Britney's eyes. She was too ashamed to admit it, but she was so turned on by them.

“That’s good!” Britney grinned happily. “Now you are starting to understand your place in this school.” She reached down and touched Victoria between her legs. “Oh, you’re dripping! Keep on reading, slut!” Britney ordered and started fingering her through her pantyhose, turning her on even more.

Victoria read and read and read... and Britney's fingers made her wetter and wetter. It was so wrong! But she couldn't resist, and she let out her first moans of pleasure.

“Do you want to cum, slut?”

“Yes...” Victoria moaned out weakly.

Britney slapped her cheek. “Speak louder, slut!”

“I want to cum, miss!”

“Good slut,” Britney praised and rubbed her harder. “Now think about Jerome, his big, strong, black body, and his big black cock, like in the photo I sent you. I want you to imagine his cock filling your holes, one by one. I want you to think of how big and long his cock is and how it would feel in your tight pussy!”

What???? Victoria didn't want to even think about it, but she was so horny that she remembered the photo Britney had sent her. The image kept coming back to her mind, even though she tried to suppress it with all her might. The excitement was taking its toll...

“Imagine him fucking you hard and deep, making you moan with pleasure, making you cum all over his cock,” Britney continued.

That last sentence broke the barrier... Victoria moaned with all her might and began to writhe in Britney's arms, flooding her with her juices. The orgasm was so intense that she couldn't control her body. She trembled with pleasure for a good dozen seconds, unable to get the image of Jerome fucking her out of her head.

Britney slapped her cheek hard. “Bitch,” she growled, “you cum too fast. You’re not allowed to cum without my permission! Does Jerome turn you on that much?”

“I’m sorry, mistress... I couldn’t help it,” Victoria admitted, slowly recovering from her incredible orgasm.

Britney was pleased that all those comments and her dirty talk about Jerome's cock had made her slut come so quickly. So she didn't punish her, she just nodded and took her hand away.

“As you can see, boys from the school love you, slut. They want your body badly. I’m just helping them achieve this. But before I let them have you, you need to learn more. Now get yourself cleaned up because we're about to leave for your first training session with Mike. You'll go in the clothes you're wearing. I'm going to the car. I'll be waiting for you in the parking lot. Hurry up.” Britney smiled and left the stall, leaving Victoria alone in there.

Victoria was again gripped by guilt. Was she turning into a lesbian? Once again, the woman had brought her to orgasm with her hand... this is truly sick! But she was actually thinking about sex with a man, so maybe that doesn't count as sex with a woman? God! What kind of thoughts are these! She's married, after all, and everything that just happened was wrong and immoral! She felt like a whore.

Her panties were dripping with juices, so she grabbed a tissue to wipe them off, then straightened her clothes. She went to the mirror and started working on her makeup. Tears had made it run a bit, so she had to reapply it. Once she had done that and felt ready, she left the bathroom, sneaking around the exit to make sure no one saw her leaving the men's room.

As fate would have it, Kwame, the school janitor, appeared in the hallway at that very moment. However, when he happened to notice Mrs. Wesley peeking out of the bathroom, he backed away behind the wall, avoiding her gaze. When he heard the clicking of her heels and was certain she was walking in the opposite direction—with her back to him—he leaned out of the wall to make sure it was her.

It was her... the teacher whose picture he'd jerked off to several times before bed. That picture he'd taken in the bathroom last night had given him immense pleasure. Until now, he'd thought Mrs. Wesley had no idea her picture was hanging in the men's room, but now he was certain she did. He had to check if her picture was still hanging in the last stall. So, when the sound of Victoria's high heels faded, Kwame went to the same bathroom.

The picture was still there! Incredible... Does that mean she did it herself on purpose? Is she such an insatiable bitch that she takes pleasure in students jerking off to her picture? What a slut... Kwame must have gotten into her panties.

He sat there for a moment, reading all the perverted comments, amazed that the teacher at the school he worked at was such an attention whore who dreamed of a black cock. He had to find a way to make sure the black cock that would fuck her day and night was his.

Meanwhile, Victoria had already reached the parking lot where Britney was waiting for her. She got in the car, and they drove off toward the neighboring town where the gym was located.

The atmosphere in the car was tense. Victoria felt embarrassed in Britney's presence, not only because she felt submissive to her, but also because, once again, the girl had made Victoria writhe with pleasure. While picturing such a scene in her head had once been something nasty, impure, and sinful, over the past few days it had become a reality, a reality she had to accept, whether she wanted to or not.

Britney remained silent almost the entire ride, looking lost in thought, and Victoria preferred not to start any conversation. She sat obediently in the passenger seat and stared out the window, mentally reviewing everything that had recently happened. And so they arrived at the gym.

Just like on Tuesday, they first went to the reception desk, where they showed their entry passes, and then walked through the corridor leading to the women's locker room.

"Here, your workout clothes for today. Don't you dare go to the changing room... I'm counting on you to stop being ashamed of your nakedness and start behaving like a normal girl without any complexes. I want you to start changing here with me and the other girls." Britney began to speak after being silent for a long time. She handed the pink bag of clothes to Victoria and went to one of the lockers to start changing.

Victoria took her clothes and also went to one of the lockers to start changing. There were several girls in the locker room, most of them young and shapely. None of them had a problem with their nudity; quite the opposite... as if they were proud of their figures, wanting to show it off. And indeed, when Victoria stripped naked, she felt ashamed, but she didn't notice any of the girls paying any attention to her. For them, it was normal, the sight of a naked woman changing for training.

Once Victoria was naked and had put her clothes in the locker, she opened the bag Britney had given her. The clothes inside were completely different from the ones she'd worn last time. First, she pulled out the smallest item of clothing: a classic black high-waisted thong, which she pulled on without any trouble. However, she had a slight problem with the black, very tight leggings, which she had to pull up her legs. The biggest problem was when she pulled them over her butt. They were really tight. Victoria turned to the mirror to see how she looked in them. Wow, her butt really looked firm and perky in them. This design had a seam between her buttocks that looked like a thong, making her buttocks separate. The feel of them made her feel like a second skin, perfectly fitting her body. In the bag, she also found a black sports top that exposed her stomach and navel, and black sneakers, perfect for running.

When she finished changing, she noticed Britney was already waiting for her. She, on the other hand, was dressed in the same outfit, only bright green. She looked very sexy.

"Okay, listen... you have training with Mike, and I'm going for a run. I'll see you after class. Here, put your hair in a ponytail. You'll definitely need it." Britney gave Victoria a black hair tie and then led her to the reception desk. She told her to wait there for her trainer while she headed to the cardio area to run on the treadmill.

Victoria didn't have to wait long, because Mike immediately emerged from behind the door, looking Victoria up and down.

"Hi little one, ready for your first training session?"

"Hi Mike... I think so. At least I hope so."

"More confidence. I'm sure you'll do just fine. Come on, let's check your measurements first." He opened the door to his office and invited her in. "Stand straight on this scale."

Victoria saw a weight and height measuring device in front of her, exactly like the ones you see in school nurses' offices. She took off her shoes and stood upright on the scale.

"Okay... let's check. So, height - 172cm... weight... 55kg. Hmm... you look slimmer. Okay, that's all for now, you can put on your shoes. I think we'll get your weight down to 50 pretty quickly. I was supposed to send you the diet plan yesterday, but I forgot. I'm sorry. I promise I'll have it ready by tomorrow so you can do your shopping this weekend without any worries."

As Mike jotted notes in his notebook, Victoria watched from the side. He was tall and really well-built. He definitely stuck to his diet and spent a lot of time at that gym.

"Okay, noted. Let's go to the gym, time to work on your figure, little one."

Mike led her to the gym, which was almost completely packed at that hour. They first headed towards the cardio area, where Britney was already doing an intense running workout. Mike first directed Victoria to the treadmill, where she was to warm up and get some exercise. He explained to her how to set the different modes and use the machine. He stood on the treadmill next to her and ran alongside her.

Victoria wasn't used to physical exertion, so even a slow run like that left her panting and sweating. She'd always disliked exercise, and besides, she'd never needed it, as genetics had kept her slim since childhood. She ran like that for 20 minutes, focusing on pushing herself and not giving up too quickly. Meanwhile, Mike told her about the gym and how he'd become a personal trainer.

When Mike finally told her to stop, she stepped off the treadmill with a smile on her face. She was glad to have caught her breath, even for a moment. Then the trainer led her to the free weights area, where he showed her exercises for her arms and shoulders. The weights weren't heavy; quite the opposite, in fact. They were quite light. But Mike wanted her to develop a proper movement, not to lift the weight and ruin the entire set.

During the demonstration, Mike guided her hands into the correct movement. His hands were enormous, almost twice the size of hers. She felt quite comfortable around him, even though it was the second time she'd seen him. She was impressed by his knowledge and his command of such a wide variety of exercises. Although she initially hesitated to begin attending the gym, she genuinely found herself enjoying today's session. As you can see, the right mentoring and support can change your perspective.

The two hours of training quickly passed by. They moved from exercise to exercise, switching zones. Victoria was pleased with what she'd accomplished today. She was exhausted but also smiling. For the first time in a long time, she felt some joy. Mike was very supportive, and every time she managed to complete an exercise correctly, he praised her and told her how strong and determined she was, that she was doing a really good job, and that it was wonderful working with such a talented girl.

After finishing their workout, they approached the mirror, where Mike suggested she take a photo of herself after each workout so she could later compare the results of her hard work at the gym. She struck various poses, taking photos of her body from every angle. Mike watched it all with a smile and a sense of satisfaction on his face. He was happy to be training another beautiful girl.

"Okay, Victoria. I think that's enough for today. I really enjoyed training with you."

"Thank you, Mike. I'm really exhausted! You really gave me a hard time today."

"Oh, don't exaggerate... this is just the beginning. Anyway... I'll send you the diet by tomorrow evening at the latest. Now run to the shower, and I'll see you on Tuesday. See you soon, little one."

And just as Victoria turned toward the locker room, she felt a slap on the butt. She turned around immediately and saw a confident Mike winking at her... At that moment, she couldn't respond. She was utterly embarrassed, as she hadn't expected this turn of events. So she simply turned around and quickly walked to the locker room to avoid further embarrassment. Mike was so confident that his gaze alone made her feel ashamed.

She also couldn't forgive herself for not reacting to the incident at all. Now she regretted it, because subconsciously she felt she'd given him permission to treat her this way. Or worse... that she liked it.

Victoria stepped into the shower and covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. Here, alone, she could reveal her embarrassment and slowly calm down. The water poured over her face, erasing the last remnants of her makeup. Then she took a hot shower, which she enjoyed. She felt her tired muscles relax in that moment.

After washing up, she returned to the dressing room, where a changed Britney was waiting for her. She tossed her the bag containing her normal clothes and told her she'd be waiting in the car. Victoria wasted no time changing quickly and leaving the dressing room in her boring, loose-fitting tracksuit.

The ride home was quite short, as Victoria dozed off almost immediately. She was so exhausted she was practically falling flat on her face. Today's training had really taken its toll on her. Plus, everything that had happened at school had... worn her out mentally. However, Victoria felt like the training had helped her release some of the negative emotions that had built up over the past few days. So she slept soundly while Britney drove her home.

"Wake up, bitch. I'm in front of your house..." Britney exclaimed emphatically, waking Victoria from her sleep.

"Sorry, mistress... I was really tired and fell asleep."

"Mike gave you a good workout. Good... your body needs it. You deserve to work on it a bit. Listen... you probably know that tomorrow our basketball team plays its first game of the season on our school field. I'm letting you know because I want you there. I'll see you in the stands at 5 p.m. No arguments."

Victoria wondered why she had to go to some stupid match but didn't dare ask. She knew she'd be there anyway, or Britney would blackmail her again... Everything would be revealed tomorrow. She nodded quietly, then said goodbye to Britney and got out of her car.

Another terrible day was coming to an end... thankfully! Only one thing remained. A conversation with her husband. Victoria hoped Rick had cleaned himself up and wasn't looking like a drunk lying on the floor.

However, when she entered the house and called out to him, there was no answer. Apparently, he wasn't home again. Maybe that was a good thing? Victoria was so tired she could have gone straight to bed. Luckily, she'd washed up at the gym, which saved her some time. She washed her face, changed into her pajamas, and went to bed. She wondered where her husband was, but she was still angry at him for the way he looked that morning and for being completely drunk. She thought she would not speak to him first and wait for him to apologize to her. And so, completely exhausted, she dozed off. She fell into the deep sleep she'd needed for a long time.