Teaching a lesson
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
11,406
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Teaching a lesson
We had no idea what we were doing. What on earth where we thinking when we came up with our great ‘plan’. In the past week we had been almost kicked out of college. The dean had only left us one final warning, that bastard.
We were going to get back at him.
How? We didn’t know that yet. We only knew that we had just broken into his house.
He had a nice house actually. An hour ago we saw him leave his house. It surprised me that Patricia knew exactly how to break into a house. The dean had a huge house. I wondered if being a dean would pay enough to afford such a house.
Me and Sharon were searching trough every single drawer we could find. There must be something that we could find to use against him. I sighed when I found another pile of worthless papers. I was almost 23 years old, what was I doing?
The other girls were a few years younger then me, but I should know better, right?
A loud laugh was heard from the front of the room. Patricia had found something.
“Look at this!” She exclaimed. She was holding a bottle of lube.
“Ew, that’s sick!” Sharon said. “I don’t even want to know why he has that.”
We laughed while we told each other what he would do with the lube.
Suddenly we heard a car approach the house. The dean had come back.
In a sudden rush of panic we fled upstairs. There were a lot of doors to choose from. When we heard footsteps on the stairs we decided to enter the first door that would open. It turned out to be a study. Hoping that he wouldn’t come into the room I searched for a few hiding places, just in case. It turned out that the only place to hide was under the desk. The room didn’t even have a window to escape from.
The doorknob was being turned. As quickly as I could I jumped under the desk, leaving my partners in crime without a place to hide.
“What on earth are you two doing here?” I heard the dean say angrily.
“We wanted to talk to you, sir.” Sharon said quickly.
He sat down on his chair. I crawled back a bit, so that I wouldn’t be noticed.
“And where is that friend of yours?” I heard him say softly.
“Our friend?” Patricia asked. Her voice sounded too fake to be believable.
The dean stood up and opened the door.
“Go downstairs. I’m not finished with you two.” He warned them. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
My two friends left the room in silence. I was holding my breath, hoping not to be discovered. The dean sat down at his desk again. Hoping that he would leave soon, I slowly exhaled.
“I know that you are under my desk, Miss Thompson.”
We were going to get back at him.
How? We didn’t know that yet. We only knew that we had just broken into his house.
He had a nice house actually. An hour ago we saw him leave his house. It surprised me that Patricia knew exactly how to break into a house. The dean had a huge house. I wondered if being a dean would pay enough to afford such a house.
Me and Sharon were searching trough every single drawer we could find. There must be something that we could find to use against him. I sighed when I found another pile of worthless papers. I was almost 23 years old, what was I doing?
The other girls were a few years younger then me, but I should know better, right?
A loud laugh was heard from the front of the room. Patricia had found something.
“Look at this!” She exclaimed. She was holding a bottle of lube.
“Ew, that’s sick!” Sharon said. “I don’t even want to know why he has that.”
We laughed while we told each other what he would do with the lube.
Suddenly we heard a car approach the house. The dean had come back.
In a sudden rush of panic we fled upstairs. There were a lot of doors to choose from. When we heard footsteps on the stairs we decided to enter the first door that would open. It turned out to be a study. Hoping that he wouldn’t come into the room I searched for a few hiding places, just in case. It turned out that the only place to hide was under the desk. The room didn’t even have a window to escape from.
The doorknob was being turned. As quickly as I could I jumped under the desk, leaving my partners in crime without a place to hide.
“What on earth are you two doing here?” I heard the dean say angrily.
“We wanted to talk to you, sir.” Sharon said quickly.
He sat down on his chair. I crawled back a bit, so that I wouldn’t be noticed.
“And where is that friend of yours?” I heard him say softly.
“Our friend?” Patricia asked. Her voice sounded too fake to be believable.
The dean stood up and opened the door.
“Go downstairs. I’m not finished with you two.” He warned them. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
My two friends left the room in silence. I was holding my breath, hoping not to be discovered. The dean sat down at his desk again. Hoping that he would leave soon, I slowly exhaled.
“I know that you are under my desk, Miss Thompson.”