Your phone is gone

The classroom is empty.

No students, no phone. You search it up and down, missing the start of your next class, but to no avail. You dump out your bag frantically searching for the missing device, hoping you just missed it somehow the last two times.

All you have are your normal supplies. Books, laptop, pens, and your sports uniform; all things you use every day. The lacy bra and panty set aren't going to do you any good now though. You need to find that phone before whoever has it figures out how to make changes.

You'd try to rope Jack into helping you look but without your phone you'll need to run across half the campus to find it. You're sure he'll understand. If that stalker Tom has your phone it's a disaster even if he doesn't find the Omniapp on it. No matter how hunky he looks that guys a creep.

Running across campus barefoot hurts but you don't have any better options. Your heels are just to impractical for anything but walking in.

"Ms. Ellen's, this University maintains a dress code whether you like it or not. Bare feet are only acceptable inside the classroom or for sports. Any movement between classes is to be done in the regulation six-inches."

Just your luck that Ms. Dinbowl catches you the moment you step out the door. Even making her a complete slut couldn't kill her disciplinarian streak apparently.

"I'm sorry Ms. Dinbowl but this is an emergency. My phon-" You try to say before her stern voice cuts you off.

"I don't want to hear it. Put on your heels or face the consequences young lady."

You sigh and bend over, making sure to sway your butt to give Ms. Dinbowl a nice show as you strap yourself into the stilt-esque shoes. Just as you finish a quick painful smack hits your bottom as Ms. Dinbowl strikes across your cheeks with her teachers crop. You yelp at the sudden sensation.

"Don't let me catch you out of uniform again Ms. Ellen's." She licks her lips. It's got to be **** of power for her to get off on a completely normal punishment like that but you made her like this in the first place so you just ignore it and move on.

You rush out of the building as fast as you can. The next period has started so apart from a free students milling about on free time there's no one on the streets as you cross campus. You have to step to the side to let jogging class past, the clinking chain linking their collars together as they run, but apart from that you don't see anything in the way there so you must have time.

By the time you're at the fine arts building you're covered in the rose and lavender scent of girl-sweat. It's seeped into your clothes and you can feel the breeze in your cleavage and midriff. As you walk into the fine arts building the sudden chill of air conditioning hits you and you can suddenly feel every bead of sweat on your body.

You rush past the strip poles and erotic statues lining the lobby of the building and head for one of the lecture halls. You shield your eyes as you walk in and are careful not to catch a glimpse of the screens they're looking at as you work your way up through the dark room full of glassy eyed young women. Maybe if you had more time you'd stay and be hypnotized like the rest but you're on a time crunch here.

You finally find who you're looking for, towards the back of the classroom staring helplessly at into the screen of a phone as she masturbates furiously with her free hand. Jackie, your beloved girlfriend.