on the teachers

“Three years going to this fucking place and you know what bugged me the most?” Tanner’s eyes went hard and cold. “It was those snooty fucking teachers always trying to lord one over on me. Those uppity old bitches always trying to make me look stupid, always cracking down on me for having a social life.”

You stood there, arms crossed and listened to the young man begin his rant about the injustices that were doled out on him by older teachers-most of whom were women-and how that made his life miserable. Frankly, Tanner sounded like an entitled douche who had probably been spoiled his whole life and couldn’t handle a little discipline. But you listened. You nodded when appropriate and waited for him to arrive at his point.

“When all this shit went down, the teachers became as crazy as every other broad. Difference was that the ones I hated, they became like the alphas of the pack. They’re all together in the teacher’s lounge to the north like a den of wolves and my guys can’t get anywhere near them,” he grinned maliciously. “That’s where you come in. You can wave your magic cock or whatever it is and walk right in there.” He leaned forward, “so here’s the deal. I want you to bring me back three teachers in particular, Mrs Hawes, Miss Comer, and Miss Stein. Do that, and I’ll help you out.”

You regarded this man for several heartbeats. It was obvious that he would subject these women to some kind of juvenile sexual ****. And it wasn’t something you could really bring yourself to agree with, but you needed to find your family.

“Ok,” you said at last. “I’ll get this done, but you better have the info I need by the time I get back.”

Tanner waved the issue away. “Don’t sweat it.”

Releasing a sigh you nodded at the young man and went on your way. The guys that escorted you out seem to hold a little respect for you this time, and the glances you got from the others lingering about the dorm had softened into curiosity.

The cop was waiting for you, with an adoring expression that wouldn’t have been out of place on a golden retriever. You made a gesture for her to follow you, but otherwise said nothing as you strode down the winding hallways of the college.

You vaguely walked north and began to follow the signs and until you came upon an area that had been darkened considerably. Papers littered the floor, blinds were drawn over the windows, there was a faint musk in the air that stank of sex. Tanner was right, the teacher’s lounge had been transformed into some kind of cave or den.

Thoughts of your family drifted in the forefront of your mind. You inhaled, exhaled, and found your focus. With the cop at your side, you entered the lounge.