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DREW

It's been a while since you trained anyone.

ME

Do we have a deal?

DREW

Only because I know you're good for it. She's yours.

I brought up her student file and smiled. She was not our typical Lyndhurst girl. Straight A's, several community involvements. The Elite would be chomping at the bit for some fresh blood. Unfortunately for them, I'd made a fortune in the tech field before coming to teach and had invested well. It didn't matter what the highest bid was, because I had the means to more than double it.

I grabbed my balls and worked on slowing my breathing, needing to calm the fuck down. My next class was in ten minutes and there was no way I could teach in this condition. I glanced at the door and contemplated taking the edge off, but I planned on burying my cock in Miss Davis's sweet cunt before the night was over.

3

NATALIE

My hands shookas I stared at the white lace dress they'd sent me to wear for my punishment.

What was I? A fucking virgin sacrifice?

A shiver ran over my entire body, remembering what I had to suffer through. I’d been excused from class today to prepare, and after the most thorough pelvic exam I'd ever had in my life, which had the doctor checking how my walls flexed and gripped, he also grazed my clit. I had turned beet red when I realized it hadn't been an accident and he was watching for my response. Next, he verified my birth control was good, then took detailed notes of my sexual history and ran preliminary tests along with going over my entire medical history and records, thoroughly screening me for any illnesses, injuries, diseases, or psychiatric illnesses I may have had over the years. If I had any doubt that this arrangement included sex, it was gone.

I'd done my best to curb my tears today. Max and Phoebe stopped by to see if I’d squealed on them and I told them to leave me alone, making up some shit about probation, and told them they should leave because they were still looking for who else was involved. They were more concerned about themselves than the trouble I was in.

This was all before Dean Smith sent me to a salon on the outskirts of town and had my lady parts waxed. It still hurt to sit. I'd always kept things neat and trimmed down there, but to be bare? When the lady at the salon tried to hand me the mirror to inspect her work, I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I collapsed on the bathroom floor and cried for a good fifteen minutes when I got back to my dorm.

You're the one who hacked the system. Your other option is to be kicked out and go to jail.I shook my head. Yeah, not really an option.

Time to put my big girl panties on. Well, a skimpy barely there thong, but details. I laid my robe down on the bed and slid into the white silk thong that covered very little. Under other circumstances, I'd admit that the silk against my now bare skin was arousing. I shook my head. There was nothing about this that was arousing. At least there shouldn't be.

Back to the task at hand. They’d given me directions to wear the provided clothing. I wanted my bra but was already in enough trouble, so decided against pushing my luck.

I slipped the dress over my head and the silk caressed my body, the cool fabric hardening my nipples. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I was thankful the dress had support and cradled my breasts.

I'd never worn anything so short and felt totally exposed in the sleeveless dress. Any other day, I'd say I had never felt sexier. The dress hugged in the right places and was just long enough to at least cover my ass. I smoothed it down, wondering what tonight would bring. How many would there be? When my hand brushed my rock-hard nipple, I squeaked.What the fuck?There should not be any part of this that would be a turn on. I was so confused. I was scared, but there was something else I didn't understand where it was coming from—anticipation.

The phone startled me. It was nine o'clock on the dot.

“Hello.” As hard as I tried, I couldn’t keep my voice from cracking.

“Miss Davis, there's a car waiting for you out front. It would be in your best interest if you didn’t make them wait.”

“Understood, sir.”

I grabbed my coat, happy it was long enough to cover the dress, and slipped into a pair of white wedges. They had sent stilettos, but I didn’t know how to walk in them without breaking my neck. After twenty minutes of trying, I’d given up. I'd be no good to anyone if I broke an ankle, and with everything that had happened today, I doubted they cared. At least I didn’t put a bra on. That should give me points, right?

The black town car was in front of the dorm room. No one took notice, and I remembered seeing the car a few times but would have never guessed what it was for. How many girls had they blackmailed into this?

The man held his hand out and helped me into the back seat.

“Thank you, sir.”

He didn't respond, only nodded. It didn't take long before we headed out. I wrung my hands in my lap, fighting down the urge to vomit.

I went to look out the windows but with the tint and it being so dark, I couldn't make out anything.

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