Tuesday's Instructions

The next day I am standing in the morning Subway line to buy Chloe's lunch. As I wait I overhear a gossiping group of students. "Did you hear about the new math teacher? Rumor has it she is so fucking bad, Chloe has taken it upon herself to teach the class instead!"

I groan inwardly. My reputation took a massive hit last week but that can't be helped. I pay for the meal and quickly rush off trying not to hear anymore, the humiliation quickening my step.

When the lunchtime arrives, I approach my former math classroom - now Chloe's stomping ground. From within I hear the sound of oohs and aahs, followed by applause. Curious I peek inside to see Chloe standing at the front of the class, a smug grin on her face. "...and that my friends is how you solve a square matrix. Miss Taylor would never teach you such advanced technique.

I gape a bit... she is right, I would certainly get to matrixes but not on the second week of school... how much ground has the girl covered in such a short time? They must be completely lost at such a pace... right?

Chloe spots me standing in the doorway and waves me over. "Ah, Lizzie decided to show her cowardly face! Come on in, I was just showing the class how much better I am at educating than our dear "teacher". She turns her back to the students with a smirk. "Alright everyone, I will see you tomorrow! Make sure to practice the techniques I taught you today!"

As I come in, the students flow out. Chloe snatches the sandwich from my hands and unwraps it taking a bite. "Mmm, delicious! You know Lizzie, I think I am going to enjoy having you as my personal servant..." She takes another bite, chewing slowly, deliberately. "I have big plans for you, and I think you are going to like them," the blonde girl says, her eyes twinkling.

"I am?" I ask dubiously. I doubt that, considering our previous interactions.

"Of course you will! After all who wouldn't want to serve a queen like me?" she giggles finishing the sandwich. "But seriously Lizzie. You have certain... je ne sais quoi. A vulnerability that makes you intriguing..." her voice drops into a conspiratorial whisper, "You see, I have been watching you, Lizzie. And I have noticed how easily you get flustered, how quickly you crack under pressure. It's almost like you WANT to be dominated." She traces her finger along my collarbone, sending a shiver down my spine. "And I intend to take full advantage of that." Her hand suddenly glides down, cupping my breast through my suit.

I gasp in surprise and stumble backwards, finding the blackboard behind me. "W-w-what are you doing?" I stammer, growing red.

Chloe laughs, clearly amused. "What am I doing? You didn't seem so flustered about rubbing your jugs all over my face last week!" She grabs my wrist and tugs me closer, her breath hot against my ear. "Face it Lizzie. You are already mine. And if you know what's good for you, you will start acting like it."

"B-but this isn't right... You are like half my age and a... student. Plus we are both girls! This is not appropriate." I protest though I find myself unable to escape.

Chloe scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Half your age? You are what? Ten years older than me? And you are worried about propriety? Tell me Lizzie, when have I ever cared about being "appropriate" in our relationship?" She pulls even closer, her lips nearly kissing my ear as she whispers, "I am the Queen Bee around here and I can do whatever I want... with whomever I want."

"Chloe this has gone on for long enough! You have made fun of me ok? I am quite unsettled now - wasn't that the point? Besides I don't know about you," I nod to the rainbow pin on her overcoat, "but I am not a lesbian. I am normal!"