Page 271 of Bad for Me

I needed to remind Drew that he’d said I could have a regular student aide. Tiffany was fine, but she was a Lyndhurst girl and served the Elite. At five-four and a twig, she did nothing for me. The fact she was unclaimed and those of us with Elite status could fuck her any time and however we wanted didn’t matter. God, had it really been six months since I'd had more than a blow job?

“Thank you, Miss Anderson.”

She placed my coffee on my desk and stood there, waiting for instructions. Yeah, I’d be placing my own ad soon.

“Is there anything else, sir?” she asked when I didn’t say anything else.

“No,” I said and noticed her frown when she headed out of my office.

I rolled my eyes and saw a new text from Drew sent out on the Elite server.

DREW

We have a new recruit tonight. She will be eager to please to stay away from her original consequences.

I pulled up his contact info and texted him directly.

ME

Who?

DREW

You might be interested in this one. You spent the morning cleaning up her mess. I believe I read several texts about the frustration this one caused you.

I froze, thinking about the list I'd given him. There was no way. There were five names on the list, based on skills and testing. They all definitely had the skills to pull something off, but Natalie Davis? She was the only woman on the list, and as clean cut as they came and so sweet. I loved watching her with her classmates. Scratch that. I just loved watching her.

If I was honest with myself, she'd taken up too much bandwidth this last year. With those delicious curves and pretty pink lips I'd often imagined around my cock, it was hard to concentrate with her in my class. Last year, she’d been a girl I’d watched from my office window. This year had changed when she ended up in my computer history class.

The thought of her with anyone else pissed me off more than I'd like to admit. How had she done this? I shook my head, knowing exactly how. She was a natural when it came to computers, but why had she done it? She graduated in the spring, and I was pretty sure she would graduate with honors.

I sent another text, knowing some of the Elite would break her.

ME

What's her punishment?

DREW

Figured the standard.

I closed my eyes and imagined her strung up, clothes ripped off her as we each got a turn to give her a lash. I closed my eyes as my cock pushed against my zipper and was glad I was sitting.

ME

I want to see to her training.

If I could get a bid in before tonight, I'd set the rules on who could touch her and how.

DREW

You're not the only one

ME

I'll double the top bid.

And I'd take every penny out on her hide, but it would be worth it to see her face streaked with tears. What would she sound like when she came? How would she react to the pain?

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