Page 69 of Seeds of Malice

He obeys.

Once we're alone, Professor Dyer focuses his attention on me. "Dax, long time no see."

I nod. "Yeah, it's been what…?"

He ponders my question.

I snap my fingers, declaring, "Since February, when we played around with... What was her name?" For some reason I can't remember the girl's face, but I remember her mole.

"Lacey," Professor Dyer says in a darker voice.

We've played the game too many times in the past. It's gotten so easy to get coeds into our beds, making them do things they never considered before. We capture them on video in orgies or just with us. We set them up in compromising positions doing things they shouldn't do. It may involve stealing, committing arson, or anything else that can have lifelong consequences.

And Dyer's fun. His imagination is just as twisted as mine at times.

Once they do what we want, we figure out how to hold it over their heads. We've gotten our way on so many different things, and Dyer's always up for a challenge.

"Oh, yeah. Lacey," I state.

"I kind of miss her pussy," he declares.

I grunt. "Really? All I remember is that mole on her ass."

"Oh, her ass. She loved our cocks up there, didn't she?" he reminisces.

Lots of coeds love that. I shrug. "Did she?"

"How do you not remember this?" he questions.

Once again, my arrogance shines through. "Guess it's because I get so much ass I can't remember one girl. Maybe you should try it."

He chuckles. "Touché. So, what can I do for you today? Do we have a new project?"

"Wedonothave a new project," I assert, wanting him to understand he's not to do anything with Ivy. She's mine and staying mine unless I decide otherwise and call the shots.

He arches his eyebrows. "Oh?"

"Yeah. There's a girl named Ivy Ford who's starting here. I need you to call an orientation for new students and a special project to start tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" he questions.

"Yes, tomorrow. Is there a problem with that?"

He shakes his head. "No. Of course not. But what are we looking at here?"

"Wearen't looking at anything. You're going to call the orientation. She's not going to show up, and you're going to pass her. Do you understand?"

He nods. "So I have a fake orientation for one student. No problem."

"Nah. Call the others."

"Why?"

I grin. "Just to ruin the end of their summer."

He chuckles. "Fine. Sounds like a great plan for my newest teaching assistant. It's about time she asked me for some extra credit anyway." His face darkens with excitement.

"Whatever. Just make sure Ivy gets notified right away," I direct.

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