Lady Lesso's Impact

Caught

The next morning, I woke up and didn't know where I was at first. Disoriented, I looked around the room until it suddenly dawned on me. I quickly turned to Lesso, but the spot where her warm body had been lying the night before was empty and cold. I was still naked, I realized next. Wow. Did this really happen? It would have been very difficult to find another explanation for the current circumstances if not.

The room looked changed in the morning light and for a moment, I was surprised that it even had windows that led sunlight in. The Dean of Evil had a rather cosy room, although dark and little furnished, as everywhere in the School of Evil. The bed was soft and it smelled fresh, I even liked the dark linen very much. It made a nice contrast to my pale skin. Which again reminded me that I was still lying naked in Lesso's bed. Eureka. I won in life, didn't I?

Where was my. . . I wasn't sure what to call Lady Lesso now. Were we more than just a one-night stand? The fact that she had disappeared without a trace did not seem to support it. I sighed.
When I remembered that Lesso was probably working – as I also was supposed to be – it was too late. Clumsily, I stumbled out of the warm blanket and fell lengthwise to the floor when I went on the desperate search for a watch and then, when I concluded that dawn was long over and I myself was no longer to be saved, my clothes.

Out of breath, I grabbed my panties from one corner and found my blouse in the other. The pants had somehow landed on the window ledge (how on earth?). Like crazy I searched for the decisive piece left: my bra, but it was nowhere to be found.

While searching, however, I came across a folded paper with my name on it. It was on the beautiful oak desk (how much did this woman even earn?). I gently picked it up and began reading.

It was Lesso's handwriting: "Y/N, I hope you slept well? Honey, unfortunately I'm part of the working population so I'm back to my agonizingly boring tasks. You looked too beautiful in bed, so I didn't want to wake you up. Call me evil if you want." I rolled my eyes – if I run into her later, she was done with. Nevertheless, I giggled quietly and was secretly very happy about the message she left me. Good god. Girl pull yourself together, please.

"You're excused from classes today by the dean herself if Dovey should try chewing your ear off. Of course, there is also the possibility that you could tell her how extraordinarily well I fucked that sweet pussy of yours to scare her. You have my wholehearted approval if you rather want to do that.
I'll see you later, darling. Be prepared. "

A reddish glow crept on my cheeks and my mind wandered around curiously, filled with the wildest ideas and the memory of last night suddenly made me very weak on my feet.

I read the last sentence of the message: "Oh, and your bra is under the bed." I slapped my hand over my forehead. Of course. Crawling under the bed was somehow beneath my dignity (if I had any left), but in fact I found what I was looking for and sighed relieved.

"Oh what would I give to watch you bend over now, my dear."

I threw the letter into the next corner and buried my face in my hands. Lesso. Ah!

Contrary to Lesso's suggestion, I finally made my way to the big hall, where the last students were supposed to have breakfast. In fact, the first hour of class was long over, but as confident as I could, I walked down the hallway. Luckily for me, the buffet was practically empty, only two groups of students were sitting around chatting and ignoring me.

To my misfortune, Dovey was still sitting at the table and had a sly conversation with Professor Anemone. As she glanced at me, her eyebrows wandered up questioningly and she interrupted the conversation as I slowly trotted towards her. It was too late to run away now.