Taylor

“It should be me.”

“You sure you’re ready for this, Taylor?”

“I want the bitch gone more than any of you.”

“Ok, I have a remote camera. Get a video of her eating you out and we’ll send her packing.”

The three of you head to her office.

“Got the camera set, Taylor?”

“I’m good to go.”

Taylor opens the door and closes it behind her. Time ticks by. You begin to worry. Finally, Taylor bursts out. She heads right to the two of you.

“I got it! We’re going to nail that bitch!”

“Thank god. We were starting to worry about you.”

“Nothing to worry about. I’m going to bring the video to the Dean now. I’ll see you guys in class tomorrow.”

You give Wyatt a smile. “Want to celebrate?”

“Sure, let’s get a drink.”

The two of you hit a little bar. You each have several drinks and toast Ms. Devlin’s fall.

“Wyatt, want to head back to my room for coffee?”

“Um, I…, not really right now.”

You feel hurt. Did you come on too strong?

“Oh, well I guess I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

You head back to the dorm and go to sleep.

The next morning you get ready for class and all you can think about is ‘showtime’. You meet Wyatt and Taylor outside the room. You swear Taylor is wearing makeup.

“Taylor, how did it go?”

“The Dean is investigating. Bitch should be gone in a couple of days.”

“She’s still here?”

“I think so. Maybe we’ll be surprised.”

The three of you take your seats.

Ms. Devlin enters the room wearing a latex nun costume. She gyrates and steps up to the podium. She certainly doesn’t look worried.

“Hello class! Can I get a hail Satan?”

More than half the class intones ‘hail Satan’. To your surprise Taylor does as well.

“What the hell, Taylor?”

“I don’t want the bitch to know it was us. Besides, would it kill you to follow the crowd?”

You are stunned by Taylor’s rebuke.

On the dais, Ms. Devlin is prancing about, talking about the wonders of BSDM. Taylor seems totally enraptured. Wyatt can’t seem to take his eyes off her ass. You aren’t paying any attention at all.

“That’s all class.”

Ms. Devlin’s sign off breaks your reverie.

Taylor grabs your hand.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here. Want to go get some drinks?”

“Taylor, I have homework and it’s a Wednesday morning!”

“Suit yourself. I just want to celebrate.”

You slip out. You just want Ms. Devlin gone and the nightmare to end.