Youth is Wasted

You head straight for the dean’s office. You catch her just as she is finishing a meeting. You can’t wait to show her your videos.

“Dean Harris, I have video of Ms. Devlin fucking a student.”

“Come in, Maya. Please close the door.”

You step inside, closing the door behind you. Your demonic slit is soaked and the aroma of sex soon fills the office,

“Please show me the video, Maya.”

You cue the movie of Wyatt and Taylor.

“Here.”

She watches. You can smell her sex moisten.

“Where does Ms. Devlin come in?”

You take your phone back and fake a blush.

“Oh, that’s not her. Shit! I think Wyatt erased it. God that boy has a big cock.”

The Dean looks at you with disappointment. You know the video aroused her. Now you just need to figure out how to capitalize on it.

“God, sometimes I wish I were still a student.”

You grin. You have an opening.

“Really? You know I can make it happen.”

She looks at you again, suspiciously. “And, what will it cost me?”

“Nothing, it just won’t be permanent.”

“Not interested, I like my job.”

She is about ready to usher you out. You think fast.

“You can have both.”

She laughs. “How would I do that?”

You improvise quickly.

“I could make you a student every time the sun sets.”

She gives you a questioning look. “You’re serious?”

“Absolutely.”

“No cost?”

“None.”

She looks at you skeptically. “Go ahead.”

You touch her soul. It takes only a few moments.

“See you tonight, Dean Harris.”

She laughs. “Sure, like that worked.”