It was a matter of time before she realized what she's done.
The dreaded note that lay in her hand right now completely strips her from her pride, her being a licensed computer engineer, her being a college professor, her being a faculty head, her being a mother..
Her being what she is now.
"Lucie.." she breathed, her eyes now bloodshot. She stared at the note, limbs trembling.
It wasn't long before a teacher's assistant noticed her uncomfortable state, "M-Miss Watkins?" Alice moved closer to the sobbing professor.
"Alice," the woman sobbed. "I'm fine, please." Her voice was shaky and quiet. Alice almost couldn't hear her because of the AC.
Just when she was about to ask if the teacher was alright, a familiar presence barged in the faculty doors, "Alice!" a demanding voice chirped.
"Yes, Chloe?" She had no choice but to attend to the girl's needs. Alice would like to point out that students aren't allowed in the faculty but knowing Chloe's father as an asset in this university, she's willing to make an exception or her scholarship is gone in a snap of Chloe's fingers.
"My friend and I would like to log in the teacher's portal. Can you do that?" Chloe had this serious aura that could make anyone back off. As for her friend, the ombre-haired girl smiled at her so innocently. The polar opposite.
The teacher's portal is restricted to all students, including us, the teacher's assistants. It's basically a major offense for every student, even for the daughter of the CEO. "No.. Sorry, Chloe. We're not authorized to do that. Maybe if the secretary arrives, she'll help you."
"Ah. Well, is Ms. Watkins around?"
Alice ushered them through the empty teachers' desks, "She should be right.. here-" She gasped at the empty desk that's labeled "Barbara Watkins". No one left the faculty door while they were talking!
Chloe scanned the room.
No Ms. Barbara Watkins.
An open window.
And a bloody red note on the desk that says:
"D?
YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS
WATKINS."
This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper.
Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office.
People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us.
My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face.
"What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong."
"I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow.
"Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her.
Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist.
"Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out."
***
Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.