Definitely not, Megan needs an attitude change too

“Sorry isn’t good enough,” Lucas replied, shaking his head. “If Megan can’t be expected to disobey her professor, neither can you. You’ll repeat the same punishment—on yourself this time.”

Caroline blinked, horrified. “On… myself?”

Lucas nodded. “One hundred times. And don’t even think about trying to cut corners.”

“Lucas, please, this is–”

“I said one hundred times, Caroline,” he interrupted, his tone brooking no argument.

With a defeated sigh, Caroline sat down, pulling up her sleeve. She began writing on her arm, her delicate handwriting curving around the pale skin.

“Make sure it’s legible, and if you run out of space on your arm, use the rest of your body,” Lucas reminded her, watching with satisfaction as she worked.

Each line seemed to chip away at her usual composure, her neat appearance now undermined by the increasingly crowded lines of text covering her arms. By the time she had filled her arm up with writing and begun to write on her stomach, her forehead glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, and her lips trembled with frustration.

Megan, who had been quiet for once, watched the spectacle with wide eyes. Lucas smirked inwardly, relishing the shift in dynamics. The once-authoritative Caroline Harding was now humiliated and meek, while Megan sat obediently, seemingly rethinking her earlier defiance.

“Keep going, Caroline,” Lucas said casually, his voice calm but commanding. “You’ve still got a long way to go.”

“Megan, follow me; I think it’s going to take her some time to finish her punishment. We should leave her to it.” Lucas said as he moved towards the door and opened it, stepping outside. Megan quickly followed through but as soon as she crossed the threshold of the class, she stopped abruptly.

Lucas stood in the empty hallway, watching as Megan blinked rapidly, confusion dawning on her face like a switch had flipped.

“What… how did I get out here?” she asked, looking around. Her casual, defiant tone had returned, her body language completely different from the obedient demeanor she'd had moments before in the classroom.

Lucas furrowed his brow, his mind racing. Why did her attitude shift so suddenly? Then, like a lightbulb flicking on, he realized: the dice had worked in a specific context. Within the classroom, both women believed they were his students. The moment Megan stepped outside, that belief shattered.

How I frame my commands matters, he mused. It was an important limitation to note, and one he would have to work around carefully. Still, there wasn’t time to dwell on it. He glanced back toward the classroom door, realizing that leaving Caroline too long in her current state could spell disaster if someone stumbled upon her writing lines on her own body, her dignity in tatters.

He’d handle her shortly. For now, he had to deal with Megan.

“Megan,” he began, stepping closer and choosing his words carefully. “You’re going to be my devoted secretary. From now on, your sole focus is assisting me in whatever I need, whenever I need it.”

He rolled the dice in his palm, holding his breath as it clattered to the ground. The number 16 glinted up at him. Not bad.

Megan stopped mid-step, her gaze fixing on him. For a moment, she seemed to be processing his words, her features softening as the defiance drained from her posture.

“Yes, Mister Reed,” she said, her tone suddenly calm and professional. She straightened her back, crossing her arms over her chest as if realizing how casual her outfit looked. Her corset-style top and skirt seemed wildly inappropriate for the role she now envisioned herself in.

“This outfit is completely unacceptable,” Megan muttered, almost to herself. “Wait here, sir. I’ll rectify this immediately.”

Lucas watched, intrigued, as Megan marched back into the classroom. Peeking through the door, he saw her rummage through Caroline’s discarded blouse and skirt. Taking off her own clothes with reckless abandon, she slipped into the fitted blouse, tucking it neatly into the skirt. The black pencil skirt was slightly loose, but the sharpness of the blouse combined with her goth makeup created an unusual juxtaposition.

She tied her dark hair into a high ponytail and grabbed a notepad and pen from the teacher’s desk, holding them like they were essential tools. When she emerged, Lucas couldn’t help but smirk at the transformation. Megan had gone from rebellious goth to an odd hybrid of a corporate secretary with an edge.

“How can I assist you, sir?” Megan asked, her voice unwavering, her pen poised above the notepad.

Lucas decided to test the waters. “Who’s the hottest girl on campus, and where is she right now?”

Without hesitation, Megan answered, her tone completely matter-of-fact. “That would be Jenna Blake, the captain of the cheerleading team. She’s most likely in the gym right now, finishing up practice.”

Lucas nodded, his smirk widening. Jenna Blake. Even the name sounded like it belonged to someone who radiated confidence and allure. He’d heard of her. Saw her from far away as she sat at lunch along with her clique.

“I want you to take me to her, but before that, why don’t you give me a good blowjob,” Lucas said matter of factly.

“Right away, Mr Reed,” Megan said as she sank to her knees and pulled out Lucas’s cock. Keeping her clipboard aside.

For years Lucas had fantasized about feeling those painted black lips of Megan on his cock, and now as he saw his cock disappear inside her willing mouth, time almost seemed to stand still.

Megan was far too enthusiastic about her task. Lucas almost chuckled; no sane secretary would be down to do something like this for her boss. Well, unless he was giving her shitloads of cash. And yet here Megan was dedicatedly sucking his cock.

It was a moment of madness that had caused Lucas to make that suggestion. Suddenly aware of how exposed they were and how much trouble they could get into if someone caught them, Lucas violently grabbed Megan’s head and began fucking her face. To her credit, Megan took it as a champ. Lucas unwillingly ended up fulfilling one of his fantasies by cumming inside Megan's mouth.

“--WOW-” Lucas said with an exaggerated sigh as he pulled his pants up. “Swallow and get up, we have work to do.” He remarked to Megan, who was still on her knees, her face tilted back as she showcased her wide-open mouth to him.

Megan did just that as she quickly swallowed all of his cum and got up on her feet, brushing and patting her outfit in an effort to clean it of any dust she might have gotten on her clothes. Lucas watched it all with a smirk. Her dark makeup was somewhat smudged, yet she didn’t seem to care too much, which was so distant from the ever so particular about her looks, Megan he knew.

“Lead the way,” he commanded, gesturing for Megan to go ahead.

“Of course, Mr Reed,” Megan replied crisply, striding down the hallway with purpose, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Lucas followed, his excitement building as he envisioned what awaited him in the gym.