Stick it Out

“Hey, it was just the first class. I say we tough it out at least a few more classes.”

“Maya, you are so crushing on Wyatt.”

You blush. “Yeah.”

“Are you really going to write a ten page paper on lust?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

You head back to your dorm. You ponder how you are going to do your paper. Finally, you make a decision. You certainly aren’t going to tell your professor your sexual fantasies. You finally decide on some fiction combined with a bit of erotic writing from your favorite website. It isn’t entirely up to academic code, but your professor is a literal demon.

You go to sleep ready for your next class. Morning comes and you print your paper and head out.

You catch Taylor at the entrance.

She looks at you. “So how did you do the fucking paper?”

“It’s mostly fiction. I stole a bit.”

She smiles at you. “You bitch. I actually wrote out my sexual fantasies.”

You laugh. “I bet you get an A.”

“You worried about breaking the academic code?”

“Not too much. Our Professor is a demon.”

You take a seat next to Taylor and behind Wyatt.

Professor Devlin struts in wearing eight inch, fetish, high heels and crazy latex catsuit, complete with cape.

“Hello class! Let’s begin with a quick ‘hail Satan’.”

A few students intone ‘hail Satan’.

Wyatt looks back at you. “This is crazy, right?”

You blush. “Um, yes. I’m Maya by the way.”

“Nice to meet you. I swear I should have just dropped this.”

Ms. Devlin glares in your direction. “No talking, unless it’s foreplay. Now everyone please turn in your papers.”

You pass your papers to the right and a sluttily dressed girl from the front row walks around pickup no the up. You’re pretty sure she was one of the ones who chanted hail Satan.

She takes the papers from the girl and licks her lips.

“Mm, looks like I’ll be grading these one handed tonight.”

To you left you hear Taylor. “Eew.”

Ms. Devlin struts about the dais a bit, posing in sexy poses.

Wyatt leans back. “She may be a demon, but she has a nice ass and she knows it.”

“What do we do about this class?”

“We should have dropped it.”

Ms. Devlin raises her voice again. “Remember, anyone who needs help can cum in my office anytime. And, my door, like my sex, is always open! Now, in the interest of brevity, just give the person next to you a kiss and you can leave.”

You turn to Taylor. She blushes cherry red.

“You…you don’t have to.”

“The hell I don’t. I want to get out of here.”

You give Taylor a quick peck and head for the exit. Wyatt is not far behind.

As you enter the hall you ask the others. “How do we fix this?”