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He just groans and puts his head in his hands, so I take that as my cue to continue. “Where was I? Oh, yes, when Jared asked me to bounce...on his male member...” I rephrase when he gives me a sharp look, “since I’m already a slut. So I ask him why he would want me to bounce…on his male member because I don’t want chlamydia.” I pause for effect then say, “Oh, and then I told him to fuck off,” I finish with a bright smile. “Laken, drop the profanity and stay after school for one-hour detention,” he says exasperated. “Now go back to class.”

The professor began explaining the outline for the course and what we should expect for the semester, as he droned on about why we shouldn't slack off of any research given to us Jason leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Do you think it's illegal to ogle your professor's ass?" Maya snortled...loudly and everyone's eyes turned towards her, including the professor, who now had an eyebrow raised, Why did that action remind her of someone? "Is there something funny in what I just explained?" The professor questioned, his tone firm. "No." She squeaked out, watching as he inspected her. "If you ever find the need to laugh in my class again, Miss-" He paused and she hurriedly answered, "Greenley."

“What the fuc--” Chloe smacked her head, not tolerating any profanity. “You splashed water on my FACE and my BED. Now, you have given me a lot of job to do,” Pat grumbled, getting up from the bed. Chloe rolled her eyes. “If you woke up like a normal person, I wouldn't have done that.” “I told you that I'm going to wake up after some minutes,” Pat protested. Chloe chuckled, folding her arms. “Did you intend to do so?”

Graham raised her grizzled old voice. “I’m sorry that my use of profanities offends your delicate sensibilities. But this is crap, and you know it. I refuse to tutor this subhuman species that lacks enough neurons to even form a synapse. And I’ll be sure Walters knows that too.” I scoffed, storming out. “Suit yourself, Miss Summers.” I faintly heard Mrs. Graham as I left.

he asked. “Rule number four, there’s always an exception! Look! I can’t believe that we are going to spent a fair amount of time in here, everyday! For almost five fuck–” “Watch your language!” he put his index finger on my lips, breaking down my sentence. I scratched my head unconsciously. I was ashamed of what I just did. I almost curse, and that was all the way in my manual’s rule number ten... Never to speak any foul words. “Sorry... I whispered shyly.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby. I don’t feel the need to curse.” She’d put up a rule that he had to watch his language around Teagan after the two-and-a-half-year-old ripped out an expletive in the middle of the grocery store about a month back. And since potty-mouth was Ten’s native language, he was probably itching to drop a couple f-bombs right about now.

I typed: Are you on campus right now? Deleted it. Then: Which building are you in? Deleted that too. If I asked, he would ask me back. If he really was nearby, one careless answer could expose me. Another message appeared. Baby, you’re scaring me. Did I do something wrong? I forced myself to reply. Sorry. I was fixing a paragraph. The hair clip is still pretty. You did well. He answered almost instantly. So I get praise? I rubbed my forehead.

“Yep. And guess what? That means you’re about to be out of a job. My father doesn’t tolerate incompetence, and you’ve been a prime example.” Jenna’s lips curled into a sneer. “You’re nothing, Elara. Just a washed-up professor who couldn’t even keep her man. You should’ve known better than to stick around.” I felt the sting of their insults like physical blows, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and anger. I glanced around, noticing that other students and faculty were beginning to gather, their curious eyes fixed on the unfolding drama. “Seriously?” I choked out, trying to keep my voice steady despite the humiliation. “This is how you want to do this?”

A steady buzz against my prostate. I freeze mid-sentence. “,utilization forecast assumes… assumes a 15% increase in,” The vibration ramps up. Pulsing now. In time with my heartbeat. I grip the edge of the table. Knuckles white. Damian watches me. Calm. Unmoved. “Problem, Thompson?” “No, sir.” My voice is thin. “Just… clarifying the assumption.” I force myself to continue. Words tumble out. The room is watching, but no one seems to notice the way my thighs tremble, the way I’m breathing too fast.

He slapped me hard and I winced in pain. Again everything started becoming blurry. Last I heard 'Shit' and some profanities after which everything blacked out.. ****Please vote,comment and share****