gemma.mp4

When you open the attachment, your jaw drops. Moans explode from the computer speakers, which makes you jump for the volume slider. Your heart is pounding. You lower the volume.

In the video, a woman is having her breasts pumped. A man straddles her waist and works the machine up and down. Is this really… one of the professors? What the fuck are you watching?

“Does that feel good?” the man asks. Gemma bites her bottom lip and nods, moaning, “So good. Thank you.” You can see milky liquid being suctioned through the transparent tubes.

“I need at least six ounces today,” the man says. “Can you do that for me?” Gemma arches her back and nods. Sweat travels down her forehead, slithering around her ears onto the pillow.

Then you hear Ms. Delilah’s heels approaching the office. You panic and quickly close the email. On the document, you realize you haven’t added a single entry of biographical information.

“Goodness. Apologies, Peter!” Ms. Delilah says, breezing into the room. You frantically fill out information as she rounds the desk and stands beside you. “Everything getting sorted out?”