Keep Screwing her Over

"Act like you're enjoying obeying me," said Ernie.

Yvette went from looking sad to looking happy.

"When's your next class?" he asked.

Yvette looked at a clock in Ernie's room. "Thirty five minutes."

"Ok, you'll go to your class and spend the entire time writing I love anal in your notebook but use hearts instead of writing it out. If you have to take a piss, put your shoes in the toilet, piss in it, then put your shoes right back on. After class, come straight back here. Do not talk or communicate to anyone unless you run into one of your sorority sisters, then tell her her breath smells like ass, and if you run into a guy you know, tell him if he's lucky, you'll let him fuck you up the ass this weekend. Say nothing else, and do it all with a smile. After class, go to Professor Sanim's office and tell him you cheated all last semester by secretly cheating off of a classmate, but the classmate was unaware of it. Tell him you'll accept any repercussions. Do not mention my name. Get going."

Yvette's panties were damp, and her shoes were still wet, but she kept smiling and left Ernie's dorm room. With a smile on her face, she slowly walked towards the building where her next class was. To her horror, she had to pee. "Had to have the large cappuccino!" she thought, mentally upbraiding herself.

She did not want to, but she did go to woman's room, entered a stall, removed her shoes, put them in the toilet, pissed on them, took them out, and put them back on while trying not to gag.

In class, Yvette took out her notebook and started to write I [heart] anal over and over. Yvette forgot her sorority sister Sheri Nottington was in the class, and Sheri sat next to her. "What's up?"

"Your breath smells like ass," said Yvette with a smile.

"What?" asked Sheri before clamping her hand over her mouth. She rooted through her purse for some gum.

Yvette kept writing, and Sheri glanced over. "What the hell? Seriously?"

"Your breath smells like ass," said Yvette as she kept writing the phrase.

"What's your fucking deal today?" asked Sheri. She crossed her arms and slumped into her chair.

Yvette wanted to tell Sheri what was going on but could not. Once again, class seemed to drone on forever, but it ended and Yvette went to Dr. Sanim's office to confess.