Teacher Knows Best

TITLE: Teacher Knows Best
AUTHOR: Wotan-Anubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Candy Cane/Miss Spencer
NOTE: I would like to point out first and foremost that I have never played a Rumble Roses game. This fic, then, was just an experiment to see if I could write a vaguely in-character bit of PWP smut based solely on a bit of websurfing. Of course, in the case of Rumble Roses, that probably isn't too hard to achieve. Anyways, enjoy.


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Candy Cane let herself fall onto the large, soft hotel bed and looked up at the ceiling. Man, this was the life. OK, sure, the only other lives she had to compare it too were the gutter and an orphanage, but she was pretty sure that enbjoying fancy hotels, sunny beaches and huge cheering crowds ranked pretty much up there on the scales of life.

And besides, this whole wrestling gig gave her the perfect excuse to get her hands on a whole host of other girls.

Yeah, as far as lives went this one had to be pretty damn near perfect. Heck, if she'd believed in crap like that she might've almost been convinced she'd already died and gone straight to heaven.

Candy's pleased thoughts were interupted when she heard someone knocking on the door. As far as knocks went it was a strangely particular one. it was like a quiet cough to attract someone's attention in knock form.

"Ah, fuck," Candy whispered under her breath. "Yeah, come in."

The door opened and Candy was 100% not surprised to see Miss Spencer entering. Candy sat up on her bed and put on a face of carefully calculated 'couldn't-give-a-fuck' that was also about 100% fake.

"What?" said Candy Cane.

"Interesting match today, Miss Welsh," Miss Spencer said as she walked further into the room and pulled up a chair so she could sit down facing the bed.

"Thanks, I guess," Candy said, hoping she sounded as if she was full of disinterest as opposed to being filled by the rush of heated excitement she actually felt.

Miss Spencer crossed her legs, which would've made her look refined and decent if she'd been wearing anything other than her wrestling gear. "It occured to me you may actually have enough talent to go professional."

"I am professional," Candy said.

Miss Spencer raised an eyebrow. "This... league... is hardly professional wrestling. It's far more about showing nubile flesh to the drooling masses."

"Yeah, well, it makes money and it's been making my band popular. It's win/win," said Candy Cane, carefully neglecting to mention that being around all that nubile flesh was increasingly becoming the biggest draw to wrestling for her.

"Really? I wouldn't call constantly dressing up like a shameless hussy 'win'," said Miss Spencer.

"Fuck you, I like looking like this," Candy Cane said. "Or, what, you want me to be more like fucking 'Becky'? She's just an act and you fucking know it."

"Don't swear," Miss Spencer said with a smoothness that only came from saying it a lot to people who wouldn't listen. "So, I take you will yet again refuse to reconsider your career."

"Fuck yeah," said Candy Cane.

Miss Spencer sighed. "Very well. In that case, I suppose I shall have to teach you."

"What the...? You were my teach in high school and I'm way too old for that by now, remember? By the way, what part of not going back to being a total loser didn't you get?"

"I wasn't talking about academics, although I do believe you would do very well in that area," said Miss Spencer. "No, I was referring to your chosen 'profession'."

"Wrestling?" said Candy Cane. "You wanna teach me wrestling? In case you didn't notice, I already know wrestling."

"You're a gifted amateur and nothing more," said Miss Spencer. "But you could be great... if you were willing to learn."

Candy tiltled her head slightly. "I'm listening."

"Well, to start with, you're far too angry. Oh, it serves you well during perfomances and when you're on stage with your band, but it's merely a waste of energy otherwise."

"You're not actually telling me I need to some crap anger management course are you?"

"Your case is not that serious," said Miss Spencer. "Yet. But here you are, after a match, and instead of trying to conserve and rebuild your energy you're making smart comments."

"Well, I was relaxing right up 'til the moment you came in."

"Really now? And how were going about doing that, if you don't mind my asking?"

Candy's eyes narrowed. The honest answer would've been that she'd hang around watching television or taking a bath or something. But, since this was Miss Spencer, she was prepared to go for the shock value. "If you hafta know, I was busy pleasing my pussy before you came in."

"Masturbation," Miss Spencer said calmly. "It can be quite calming if done correctly and I suppose the rush of a match could conceivably put one in the mood for such. Still, I doubt you have the proper technique."

Candy Cane blinked a few times. Of all the answers she'd expected, that hadn't been one of them. Still, she'd be damned if she'd showed any surprise. She wasn't about to let a prude like Miss Spencer get one up on her.

"Well, maybe you'd like a demonstration so you can see if I have 'proper technique'," Candy Cane said.

"I couldn't possibly ask that of you," Miss Spencer said, "because I know my mere presence would make you far too uncomfortable."

Candy resisted the urge to smile triumphantly. "Please, according to you I'm whoring myself out in front of the cameras already. I got no problems with doing a private show with dear old teach."

Miss Spencer crossed her arms and leaned. "Very well then. Proceed."

Fuck. Candy considered that, maybe, it hadn't been such a good idea to try and provoke Miss Spencer like that. Well, too late now.

And besides, a small part of her felt... thrilled... at the idea of exposing herself to the teach like that. A pretty damn big small part, actually. Not that she was about to show that excitement, obviously.

Candy Cane got up from the bed and decided to remove her white top first, tauntingly giving Miss Spencer a complete view of her breasts.

Miss Spencer just sat in her chair and said nothing, seemingly waiting for Candy to get on with it.

Biting back her dissatisfaction, Candy quickly took off her shoes and socks. Then she straightened up and looked Miss Spencer straight in the eye. Gyrating her hips, she lowered her plaid miniskirt slowly, seductively. The pink panties followed even more slowly. And still Miss Spencer didn't respond in any way. It was fucking infurating!

Candy Cane straddled Miss Spencer, put her arms around the woman's neck and rubbed her bare breasts against her while grinding her wet pussy against the woman's skirt.

"Like what you see?" Candy whispered.

"This is not about what I like, Miss Welsh, this is about what you like," said Miss Spencer. "So please stop with the delays and get to it."

Candy Cane snarled, got off Miss Spencer and kneeled on top of the bed, placing her knees as far apart as she could. She put one hand on her breast and the other between her legs and started rubbing furiously.

Miss Spencer raised an eyebrow. "You call that relaxing masturbation? You are putting on a show, Miss Welsh, again. If you cannot handle this subject seriously I suggest we move on to other matters."

"No way teach, not now that I'm all hot and bothered," Candy Cane said, the urge to be defiant only almost overcoming the lust she was feeling. "I gotta finish it now."

"But what you are doing now is focused on me, not you," Miss Spencer said. "You are either attempting to shock me or arouse me and while I will admit you are at least partially successful in that area, you are nevertheless woefully neglecting yourself."

"Yeah?" said Candy Cane. "I actually get your pussy dripping?"

"That's not important at the moment," said Miss Spencer, standing up.

"That means 'yes', then," Candy responded with a grin.

"If you wish to believe so I suppose it can't be helped." Miss Spencer kneeled on the bed in front of Candy Cane and put a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Please lie down."

Candy Cane's rebel streak wanted to slap Miss Spencer's hand away, but the horny majority felt that Miss Spencer could do whatever she wanted with her naked body outside the ring. Before she knew it, she was lying on her back with Miss Spencer lying next to her. Amazingly, she actually started to feel less angry, although the tension she felt was only getting stronger by the moment and she was pretty sure the bedsheets got stains from her juices.

Miss Spencer looked at Candy Cane's body with a strange air of detachment. Then she sat up to remove her gloves and elbow pads so that, when she reached down, the only thing on Candy's breast was her hand.

Candy gasped at Miss Spencer's treatment of her breasts. Whenever she masturbated she just squashed and squeezed and pinched them like she'd seen in porn vids. But somehow Miss Spencer's featherlight touches were way more arousing than that had ever been. Miss Spencer touched here and caressed there and every time sent a warm path of slow-burning fire through Candy's body.

Fuck it, she could cum from this. Her, Candy Cane, punk-ass bitch, cumming from a high school teacher playing with her breasts? She'd be angry about that if it didn't feel so good.

Candy Cane groaned when Miss Spencer leaned forward and flicked one of the girl's nipples with her tongue. The woman began to kiss and lick the soft flesh of Candy's breasts, eleciting more and more moans from the girl. So lost in the feelings Miss Spencer's mouth aroused in her, Candy didn't notice one of her teacher's hands moving over her bare stomach towards her pussy until it had reached its destination. Candy groaned when she felt Miss Spencer's fingers between her legs, her back arching. Her breathing turned to panting as Miss Spencer explored Candy Cane's folds. Miss Spencer soon found a certain rhythm, moving her fingers around the edges of Candy's clit, sending waves of warm pleasure washing through Candy's body.

With Miss Spencer's tongue still leaving trails of saliva her breasts and Miss Spencer's fingers working between her legs, Candy Cane came. She tried to scream her pleasure, but the orgasmic writhing of her own body choked her up for a moment. With her eyes screwed shut, Candy couldn't see Miss Spencer's looking up from her breasts and smiling faintly at her.

When the orgasm subsided, Candy found herself lying on her bed, legs spread obscenely, breathing heavily, but happily. Miss Spencer was kneeling next to her, smiling with genuine affection.

"Fuck," said Candy Cane. "That was... fuck."

"I'm glad I made such an impression," said Miss Spencer, caressing Candy's stomach. "And are we feeling relaxed now?"

"Don't know about you, but yeah, I'm feeling relaxed," Candy admitted. "Though I wouldn't exactly say all this helped replenish my energy any."

"We'll work on that later," said Miss Spencer. "Presuming you are still interested in my lessons."

"Fuck yeah," Candy Cane breathed.

"I meant lessons in wrestling," said Miss Spencer. "Though, for a student as precious to me as you are, I suppose could organise private lessons in my own hotel room."

"I'll think about it," said Candy. "A lot."

Miss Spencer smiled vaguely, stroked Candy's hair and got up. She was about to leave the room, her hand already on the door handle, when she half turned to nearly face Candy.

"I believe a fair warning is in order," she said. "For you, Becky may just be an act, but Mistress Spencer is certainly a part of me. While I was here, you swore eight times, your language was vulgar and your behaviour was hostile and defiant. If you do seek me out for more private lessons, you may be disciplined for this conduct."

"May be?" Candy Cane said.

Miss Spencer smiled. "It depends on who opens the door, Miss Welsh. Good day."

And with that Candy Cane was alone in her hotel room, lying on her bed, looking at the ceiling.

So, Miss Spencer was basically offering to have a lot of sex with her. That wasn't exactly an offer that needed a lot of considering. Fuck, the threat of Mistress Spencer wasn't even a threat. Sure, she might try to humiliate her in countless obscene ways, but... well, if there was one woman who Candy Cane trusted enough to give her body to it was Miss Spencer.

Yeah, Candy Cane considered happily, she'd been right. This really was the fucking life.