Get the Proof

You text Wyatt and Taylor and tell them to meet you at your room. They’re already there when you arrive.

Taylor looks anxious. “How did it go?”

“They won’t fire her because she’s a demon, but if we catch her fucking a student she’s toast!”

“How do we do that?”

“I say we go to class and take video. If that doesn’t work, one of us can go to her office while the others get video.”

The three of you meet before class.

“Taylor, do you have your phone ready?”

“Yup.”

“Ok, keep your fingers crossed.”

The three of you enter and take your seats.

Ms. Devlin struts out onto the dais completely naked.

You lean over to Taylor. “Are you getting this?”

She nods.

“Hello my lovely’s, can I get a hail Satan?”

A number of students intone ‘hail Satan’, but still less than half the class.

Ms. Devlin sticks a couple fingers into her shaven slit.

“I graded you papers last night. They were very entertaining.”

She picks up a pile of papers and begins strutting up the isles returning. You notice Wyatt’s eyes are glued to her.

She reaches Wyatt. “You should swing into my office hours. I’ll help you get up, your grades.”

She hands you your paper. There’s a big red A on the front, with delightfully deceptive written next to it.

She hands Taylor her paper. You look at it. There is a big A on the front with hot written next to it. There are numerous droplet stains on the front.

You lean toward Taylor. “Is that…”

“Ew!”

Taylor drops the paper.

Ms. Devlin struts back to the dais and does a little spin.

“Ok class, homework is to fuck one of you friends and write a one page paper about it. Anyone having problems with assignment, please stop in my office.”

Taylor gives a little groan. “No footage of her fucking a student.”

“Well, I guess we go with plan b. Who is visiting her office?”