Lady Lesso's Impact

She knows no mercy

"Fuck", I muttered as I realized what was going on. I had been asleep. I slept and nearly had a goddamn sex dream of Lady Lesso! What the fuck? I'm so lost. The heat of the dream did not let go of me, not even when the annoying knocking again disturbed my dim state. A thin layer of sweat covered my skin and the throbbing in my centre almost painfully reminded me of the excitement still attached to me.

"Y/N!" The knocking, right. I couldn't assign the voice, so I sighed almost relieved and frustrated at the same time – at least that meant that Lady Lesso wasn't standing at the door and would come for my very throat. And while my head was still a persistent jumble of her hot lips and her long fingers, I wouldn't have needed such a surprise now. After all, I was employed here. She was my boss. Okay, no, that just made it hotter somehow. . . I really need to get therapy.

I wiped the sweat off my forehead and threw a bathrobe over my trembling body to look half-presentable. I didn't want to hold up the penetrating knocker on the door any longer – who knows, maybe Lesso wanted to talk to me in her office right away – so I strutted through my little room. By the way, I had gotten my accommodation in the school of evil – of course. It was admittedly more comfortable than one might imagine by the name alone, but stereotypically dark furnished. Not much light fell through the old walls anyway and since it was already late in the evening, only a few candles and torches were burning in the corridors and thus served as the only light sources. Scary actually, when you think about it.

For a tiny moment, I did think about it. When I stopped by the door, I wondered who it could be that late – and suddenly a cold shudder came over me.

Oh, don't be such a coward. And with those encouraging words, I tore open the wooden door and looked a familiar girl in the eye. Hester.

I rolled my eyes. "Hester, by all the gods, do you know what time it is?", I hissed at her.

The girl put on her most innocent-looking face, but a diabolical laughter slipped from her lips. She imitated the strange voice again: "But Y/N, I hope I didn't disturb you?"

Villains. Sometimes, archetypes hold true. "I'm not in the mood for your stupid jokes right now, make it short", I grumbled and considered slamming the door close in front of her cheeky nose.

Hester rolled her eyes and huffed. "Relax, coach." She's been in the advanced class for some time, and I've got to know her in the past few weeks – more than I really wanted. Before I could lecture her again about the timing and her missing respect, she whined: "You should thank me! After all, you almost missed the meeting. I came here specially to remind you!"

Shit. Hester was right. Starting to panic, I tried to catch a glimpse of the clock. "Uh-Thank you. You're right. I-I'll be right there", I stammered. Hester bowed playfully and scurried away.

In the meantime, I was on the verge of a breakdown. "Shit, shit, shit!", I cursed loudly as I picked out a suitable dress from under my laundry pile, "I'm too late!" Then Lesso would finally go ape. Hold on a second. I was standing in the room like I had gone mad. If I were to be late... tonight's dream slipped into my head. . . heavens. I didn't want to imagine what Lesso would do to me. Again, I was reminded of the almost painful wetness in my panties, and I had to suppress a lustful moan with all my willpower. What. Was. Wrong. With. Me???
Okay girl, focus the fuck. Lesso would probably call me crazy if only she knew about all this. . . Sure, maybe the power over me would arouse her as well, but she would never really. . . with me. . . Time for the meeting.

In the end, I was actually more or less punctual. I stealthily sneaked to my seat inbetween the other teachers and tried to look away under Lesso's piercing gaze. The Dean of Evil stood in front of the gallery, along with Professor Dovey, the Dean of Good. She was a nice, highly valued woman and pretty on top of that. Every time I walked past her, I admired her beautiful black hair. When she looked at me, she gave me an enchanting smile, which I replied subduedly. At least one dean liked me.