Down to Business

"Let's head to the thrift shop on Andover Street," said Etta.

"OK, we'll cut through the business building," said Megan as she stopped filming.

"I hate that building," said Lilith. "So cold and sterile."

As they walked through the building, they saw a professor upbraiding a student.

"Wendy, you are my graduate assistant, and your performance is a reflection on me. You've been late to your class three times in the past two weeks."

"Sorry, Professor Katz, but I really did not feel well."

"Only one of you can get the job opening up here in the fall, and I'm afraid Sarah here is clearly the favorite right now."

The girl with the short hair looked smug.

The witches walked up. "Problem."

Sarah looked at the witches. "None of your business. Go away."

Megan could sense something was wrong here. "Sarah, what do you know about Wendy's tardiness."

"It's all my fault."

"What?" asked Wendy.

"I turned off your alarm once, hid your briefcase, and yesterday put laxatives in your coffee." Sarah was shocked she was admitting to all of this. "I want the job and will do anything to get it."

"Sarah, Dr. Katz," you owe Wendy an apology.

"I don't," said Dr. Katz. "Based on the information I had at the time, I reacted appropriately. Besides, Wendy is weak, and I don't like weak women." Dr. Katz was not sure why she said that last part out loud.

"Sarah, Dr. Katz, you both must obey Wendy," said Etta.

"Wendy, they have to obey you no matter what," said Lilith.

"And don't question why."

Wendy grew angry. "Weak, eh? Dr. Katz piss your pants."

"What...I...." but the professor just stood there and pissed herself.

"Sarah, take off your skirt and blouse, go to the campus **** store, buy an enema, then go to a random frat house, knock on the door, introduce yourself and beg them to give you that enema. Offer them anything if they do it including free blowjobs. Don't come home until you're given an enema then come straight to our apartment.

Sarah was in shock but she removed her skit and blouse, which Wendy took, and she walked off.

"Dr. Katz, go find four colleague and tell them you wet your pants and need to go home, but you'll come to my apartment. You have the address."

Dr. Katz swallowed hard and walked towards the professor's offices.