Psychology 101

Melissa ran to her first class. Psychology 101 with Dr. Phipps. She arrived a few minutes early and took her seat next to Stacey. Stacey was not quite full Goth, but her hair was dyed jet black with a few royal blue streaks. She wore dark red lipstick and too much eye make up as far as Melissa thought, and she wore short black leather or denim skirts nearly every glass, fishnet hose, and halter tops or tank tops under a leather jacket.

Melissa sat down. "Hey, Stacey, so our test is next Tuesday right?"

Stacey blew a big pink bubble then popped it. "Yeah, we get a study guide today. So this is a new look for you. I like it."

"Really? Thanks. My roommate suggested it."

"Sounds like a smart girl."

"Oh, she is. She said I should stop dressing like a country girl."

"Hell, just show up next class in a g-string and pasties," said Stacey with a smirk.

"Really? You think that would be OK?"

Stacey thought Melissa was playing along with her joke. "Oh sure, come in late and dance on Phipp's desk."

"OK, I can do that, but I hope I don't get into trouble." You

Stacey looked over at Melissa. She reached into her bag and pulled out her iPad. She pulled up an article she was doing a paper on for class. It was about Absolute Gullibility Syndrome. She scanned it. She wondered if Melissa had ASG, or if Melissa was playing along with her joke about the stripper look. She decided a test. She looked over at Melissa. "It's your turn to do something crazy today in class."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot."

"You need to put your shoe in your mouth and keep it there until Phipps mentions it or class ends. Your grade depends on it."

"Thanks for the reminder." Melissa slipped off her sandal and put the toe of it into her mouth. She grimaced at the foul taste of dust and dirt.

Fucking bitch has ASG! thought Stacey. I can't let her get kicked out of school. She turned to Melissa. "What are you doing?"

Melissa took her sandal from her mouth. "It's my turn to do something crazy."

"What are you talking about. That's ridiculous."

"Didn't you just remind me to do this?"

"No, why would I do that? You just took your sandal off and stuck it in your mouth for no reason."

"Oh, god, what's wrong with me?" Melissa put her sandal back on.

"And you said you were going to come to class next time dressed like a slutty stripper and dance on the desk."

"Uh, yeah, why is that a bad idea?"

"It's a terrible idea. You should be thankful I'm here to talk some sense into you!"

"Oh, thank you, Stacey."

Dr. Phipps walked in. Melissa turned to Stacey and whispered "thanks again."

"No problem," Stacey whispered back. "Just make sure you come to my place after class and clean it and do my laundry as you promised."

"OK."

Stacey smiled. This was going to be fun. She now had a personal servant.