Katherine Cartridge
I met Tony Bennadetto on my seventeenth birthday. He and my brother introduced me to their gang as related in an earlier chapter. The next year I was a senior with a work-study job in the principal’s office.

Halfway through the semester we hired a temporary substitute teacher for English and homeroom. Her name was Katherine Cartridge. She came with a good resume from a couple of high schools in Nevada.

She was an immediate hit with the students. Besides being a fair and talented teacher, she was very beautiful with long legs, a fantastic figure, masses of wavy auburn hair and real style with clothes and makeup. All the girls wanted to be her and all the boys wanted to stare at her.

Parts of her homeroom duties were disciplinary matters. She had to start dealing with Tony in the first week. He was showing up late, horsing around and generally disrupting the class. They would have conferences in a meeting room next to my cube, so I often heard what was said between them.

Katherine started hearing the usual stories about Tony. He had a gang called Tony’s Terrible Twelve. Mostly they threw parties and hung around together. Tony was the oldest.

During one of their discussions, Katherine brought up his gang activity:
“Sooner or later, you’ll get in trouble running with a gang, Tony. It’s a bad idea.”

“You shouldn’t criticize without knowing about it, you don’t know anything about any gang of mine!”

“Well, then tell me more about it. What kind of things do you do?”

“Well, mostly we have parties every couple of weeks among ourselves and new friends. Nobody gets hurt and we’ve never gotten in trouble. There are lots of wild rumors, but it’s just nonsense. Maybe you should come to one of our parties and see for yourself.”

I don’t think it would be appropriate for a faculty member to attend anything like that.” Katherine said disapprovingly.

Tony snorted, “Then you’ll just have to judge me by rumor and innuendo won’t you?”

The next day, Katherine came to my cube and asked me about Tony.
“Do you know Tony Bennadetto well, Cynthia?”

“Pretty well. He’s a friend of my brother Richard.”

“What do you hear about these parties he and his gang have?”

“Well, everybody wants to be invited, but everybody’s afraid to go.”

“Have you ever gone to one, Cynthia?”

“Just between us, yes I have. Just once.”

“Were you OK? What goes on? Is it dangerous? Tony says I shouldn’t judge him unless I come to a party first.”

“The Terrible Twelve likes women. They only invite women and girls that they think would enjoy partying with them. It was OK for me; I had a wild time and wasn’t hurt in any way. I haven’t been to another, but I’d think about it if they asked.”

“Do you think I should go? I like Tony and I don’t feel right about judging him on rumors.”

“Miss Cartridge, do you understand what you’re being invited to? If you’re unclear on what kind of party this is you should definitely not go.”

“Cynthia, I’m pretty sure what I’m invited to. They want to get all twelve of them together and screw my brains out, right?”

“Miss Cartridge! You shouldn’t talk like that!”

“Isn’t that how they did for you?” asked Katherine.

“Yes, there were only five of them that time. But how did you know?” I asked in surprise.

“Look, with this face, these legs and this body, you think I haven’t had that kind of invitation before?”

“I suppose you have, but I wouldn’t think you’d accept!” I said.

“Cynthia, have you seen my resume?” Katherine continued.

“Yes, I’ve looked at it, what about it?”

“Didn’t anything about it strike you as unusual?”

“Like what? I asked.

“Well, like I’m twenty five and have a year and a half of teaching experience, what do you think I was doing all that time?”

“College, or some time off, I don’t know.”

Did you notice where my high school jobs were?”

“Yeah, Nevada somewhere, right?”

“Yeah, Las Vegas.”

“Well so what, even Las Vegas needs high school teachers.” I said timidly.

“Let me show you something.” Katherine opened the bottom drawer of her desk and took out a rolled poster and unrolled it on the desk. It was a full figure picture of a stunning woman in a long slit skirt, a plunging neckline and a feathered headdress. It was very parental guidance. It was an advertisement for an appearance of “Bang-Bang Cartridge” at the Sands casino. It was dated the previous year.

“Katherine, this woman really looks like you!” I exclaimed.

“Oh, grow up Cynthia! I was a Vegas showgirl for four years before I started teaching.”

“Does Principal Henley know about this?”

“Yeah, he saw the poster in Vegas on a seminar.”

“Did that bother him? I asked.

“Cynthia, how do you think I got this job?”

“Oh, no, Mr. Henley is a married man!”

“Trust me, his wife did not mind! What Henley wanted was oral sex, but only on him. When I said I wanted some for myself, he said he had never learned, since his wife didn’t care for it.
‘Doesn’t care for it!’ I said. ‘That’s right, she doesn’t like it!’ he claimed.
“Call her and get her down here, we’ll see who likes what!” I told him.

“He got her to come down some how or other. Well, I ate that skinny thing’s snatch for five minutes right here on this desk. She came so hard she passed out. I guarantee he’ll have to learn how to eat pussy now! With her out of the picture, I did Henley on my knees. He signed my contract without a word. I made him give me the poster back.”

“If you get a chance look up in my personnel file the note that Henley got from my last teaching job. It’s from the vice principal that says I was supposed to be chaperoning a school dance and they found me in the locker room with the football team and my prom dress around my armpits.”

I asked, “Was that true?”
“Oh yes,” Katherine replied casually. So you see, Tony’s party isn’t as new or threatening to me as you might think. But I want you to be there, so I’m not all alone with them. I want you to tell me about these boys too, so I know what to expect.”

“Well, most of them are pretty young, Tony is seventeen and the oldest; the biggest too. Lots of the youngest boys are shooters; you barely touch them and they go off. They can come back in a couple of minutes and keep that up for a long time. Nobody is especially large except Tony who’s got a dick like an eight inch piece of gasoline hose. Frank Sullivan is longer, but only Tony can stretch you out. Those four Sullivan boys will want to do you together, they do everything together. Nobody will hurt you. Nobody will be especially considerate. None of them know how to eat pussy, or else they won’t admit it.”

“Do any of them like anything real weird? Any strange kinks?”

“No pretty much straight gang bang stuff. Bobby Sanders love to tit fuck.”

“Thanks for the info Cynthia, it’ll help. They sound like an easy crew. Will you fluff for me?”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“It means all the boys go through you to get hard before they get to me. I don’t want the shooters, and they won’t get past you. Some of them will be scared and soft because I’m their teacher. You’ll get them hard for me. Oh, and Cynthia, make sure they bring some blankets and pillows”.

“Yeah I can do all that.”

That same day, Katherine kept Tony after class for another conference. I listened from my cube.

“So Tony, when you said I shouldn’t judge you without attending one of your parties, was that an invitation?” Katherine asked.

“It was if I thought you would come.” Tony replied.

“So, when and where is this party?” Katherine asked quickly.

“Friday evening in Preble Park about seven o’clock.”

“I’ll come if Cynthia is there.”

“No problem, I’m sure she’ll come.” Tony said.

“Should I bring anything?”

“A short skirt and a sweater would be nice. My boys like that look.” Tony answered.

Tony asked me that afternoon if I would come to the party on Friday night.

“Sure, I’ll come. But do you know what you’re getting into? What do you know about Miss Cartridge?”

“She’s very beautiful, and willing to party, what else do I need to know?”

“Tony, she was a Las Vegas show girl for years before she came here. She’s the big league and your gang is strictly amateur. I don’t want to see you boys embarrass yourselves.

So Friday evening we all were up in the park, hanging around the play equipment and Tony is lecturing the troops.

“Cynthia did some research and it turns out that Miss Cartridge used to be a show girl in Las Vegas, so she knows a lot about men. Let’s try to look like men. You younger boys try to last more than a few seconds. And remember she’s still the teacher, so whatever she says goes, OK!”

Just then a taxi pulled up in the driveway down the hill. We turned to look and there was Katherine getting out of the cab. And oh my! She was wearing a knee length skirt slit all the way to her hipbones, showing black nylons, black silk panties, knee high boots with four-inch heels and a lacy white blouse open at the top.

She looked incredible. At 5 foot ten in those heels she was taller than any of the gang. Those fantastic long legs and she was just boiling out of that blouse.