XXXV
Tori
U nlike breakfast, me sitting at the front of the room next to Payne’s desk is nothing out of the ordinary. I’m able to sit down and take attendance without anybody giving me a second look. My biggest problem, however, is working out how to sit so I’m not flashing the class what’s probably a giant wet patch between my legs, while also trying not to sit in a position that stimulates my clit.
“I see you’ve decided to join class today, Mr. Keyingham,” Payne says, drawing both mine and Syn’s attention.
From the way he lowers his phone, I think I’ve just been granted a small reprieve.
“I was ill yesterday. Sorry,” he responds, sounding anything but.
“When we went over the rules of the class at the beginning of the year, we all agreed that they were clear. Classes are mandatory, not optional.”
Pressing his lips into a thin line, Syn raises his hand to show the bandage. “Ill.”
“I’ll brush over your understanding of the word ill, because whether you are ill or injured, you are still required to attend class unless you let me know. Which you didn’t.” Payne folds his arms and leans back against his desk.
“I expected the T.A. to pass that message on to you, what with it being her job and all.” Syn shoots a glare in my direction.
“Oh, she did. As did your two friends on either side of you, but it’s you who’s required to let me know.”
For the most part, most students attend their classes. It’s not just Payne’s class, but a college requirement. But even since becoming Payne’s T.A., there have been students in this class who have been absent, and I’m sure it’s only because one of their friends told Payne.
“Well, I’ll make sure to call you personally next time,” Syn tells him.
“ Well ,” Payne says, in the same dry tone. “The rules are that missing classes will result in failing classes—”
“For just one class? Are you messing with me?” Syn shouts, outraged.
“If you don’t want to fail this class, then I suggest you report back here at six thirty this evening.” Payne’s voice is cold, and I can feel the hostility that he’s directing at Syn. I spent several weeks on the receiving end of that, so I’m relieved it’s not aimed at me this time.
But if this is his master plan to get Syn out of the house long enough for me to be able to plant that camera, I think he’s walking a dangerous path.
“Are you giving me detention ?” Syn snorts, attempting not to laugh. “This is college.”
Payne nods. “Yes, it is a university. An esteemed establishment where students are expected to act like adults, especially when they’re a senior nearing graduation. So when you skip classes like a high school child, you can’t act surprised when I treat you like one.”
I’m chewing my lip before I realize what I’m doing. Payne is a professor, and probably never even been on Syn’s radar before now, but this isn’t taunting a hungry tiger. It’s taunting the guy with a hand on the release button to the cage that the hungry tigers are trying to escape.
I want to tell Payne to stop, but I can’t.
Synclair Keyingham is the same Keyingham of James Keyingham University. If he has the ability to get me kicked out, he’s certainly able to get Payne fired. This isn’t worth losing his job over.
“But don’t worry. You won’t be alone because Mr. Remington will be joining you.”
Until now, Gemini’s been watching from the shadows of his hoodie, a small smile secure on his face. But the moment his name is mentioned, he sits forward, yanking his hood down. “What the fuck have I done?”
Payne lets out a long and tired sigh. “How many times do I have to tell you that, while the university allows some flexibility with your uniform, hoodies and ripped jeans are not acceptable.”
Gemini looks like he’s about to jump over his desk, but beside him, Royal grabs hold of his sleeve, and his lips move. Gemini sits back, folding his arms as he glowers at Payne.
I hold my breath, hoping all four of them will drop it rather than escalate things further. Six thirty is late enough for Syn and Gemini to get something to eat, but it’s also when Royal has basketball practice.
All three of them out of the house.
Thank you, Payne .
When the rest of the class starts whispering, but neither Syn nor Gemini have anything to add, Payne begins the lesson, and my doubt creeps in. Detention for a college student? Would Syn even turn up? Is this enough for him—or Gemini—to call their fathers?
Payne’s decision also grants me a reprieve. Syn, Gemini, and Royal are distracted enough to forget about me. Although it’s a little harder for me to forget there’s still a cock inside me, considering every time I shift my weight, the thing rubs up against my clit. Their distraction does allow me to cool down some, though.
After a while, I focus my attention on the tablet. Payne has given me some arbitrary admin work to do in class. Boring as it is, the work gives me something else to focus on.
Until about ten minutes from the end of the class.
With no warning, the cock starts pulsing.
I’ve allowed myself to become too distracted, so I jump, slamming my knee up into the tabletop. The noise is enough to silence Payne and draw everyone’s attention to me.
Keeping my legs tightly crossed, I duck my head, mouthing an apology.
Payne narrows his eyes, but quickly resumes talking.
Looking up, I find Gemini grinning, but he’s not looking at me. Neither is Syn.
Which is when the nub starts vibrating.
Sitting with crossed legs has the nub pressed right up against my clit, but if I uncross my legs, I’ll be flashing my underwear to the class. At this point, students seeing my panties is not the end of the world, but a flash of red is probably going to bring their attention back to me.
Carefully, I raise the top of the tablet off the table. Holding onto it with both hands so tightly, there’s a chance I could snap it as I stare at the screen. I’m not focusing on it, and it quickly locks, turning black.
The nub continues to vibrate its assault against my clit. But no one seems to be aware.
There’s something wrong with me. There has to be, because I’m not just enjoying the device. I’m also turned on and enjoying the fact that this is happening in front of an oblivious audience.
As I get used to the sensation, the vibrations just stop.
It’s taken me a lot of effort to not audibly react to that.
So when the cock pulse decreases, the vibe vibrates. On when the cock is off, off when the cock pulses. The effect is instantly maddening, and I shoot a glare at Gemini, but despite his shit-eating grin, he’s staring at Payne like a good student.
“… But what happens when you’re in a situation and technology fails?” Payne asks. “Which is why, in our next lesson, you’re going to give your presentations. The catch is, you won’t be using PowerPoint, or the aid of any electronic device.” He walks behind his desk to his bag, then pulls out a small stack of flashcards. Payne moves over to my desk, barely looking at me as he sets the pile in front of me. “On the way out, Ms. Anderson will give you all one flashcard. All your notes will be on one side, but with no slides, the attention will be on you. Which means, you will need to make sure you are able to hold everyone’s attention. You’re dismissed.”
As he finally looks at me, the vibration changes to on. On, and stronger. It’s all I can do to give him a weak smile as his eyes narrow in suspicion. Then he uses his eyes to direct my attention to the flashcards.
Standing up. He wants me to hand them out, standing up.
Very carefully, I set the iPad down and stand, closing my eyes to stop him from seeing them roll into the back of my head as the nub drags over my clit. When I open then, he’s already walking back to his desk.
The skin between my thighs is damp, and I feel incredibly slick, so I don’t trust being able to walk, even with the panties on. I walk to the other side of the table, picking up the pile of cards as the first person reaches me.
Very few people say thank you as they take a card from my hand, but then, very few people look at me, either. No one, I realize, has a clue. My breathing is shallow, my body feels hot, and I’m certain my face reflects that, yet they’re unaware. And it turns me on even more.
As the classroom slowly empties, the vibrations intensify until the device feels hot. Not painfully hot, but enough to notice. Whatever this battery is, I need one, because I have a couple of rechargeable vibrators, and none last like this.
Eventually, the only ones left are Syn, Royal, and Gemini. As they take their time gathering up their things, Payne walks over to me.
His dark eyes are narrowed, but full of concern. “Tori, are you okay?” he asks in a low voice.
“I’m fine,” I croak.
I didn’t think the vibrations or pulsing could get stronger, but they do. The few cards left in my hand crumble as my grip tightens. “Oh god,” I mutter, closing my eyes.
“Seeing as though I have an appointment with Mr. Keyingham and Mr. Remington tonight, I’ll cancel our meeting this evening. I’m sure you can find something to occupy your time,” Payne says, loud enough for the others to hear.
When I open my eyes, Syn, Royal, and Gemini are in front of me.
“Flashcard?” Syn says. “You’re not going to be able to hold on for much longer.”
Gemini’s behind him, making no effort to hide the fact he’s on his phone, and the moment he says that, the vibrations change again.
They’re going to make me come in front of all of them—including Payne?
When I don’t move, Payne reaches over, taking the cards from me and handing them towards Syn. “And here was me thinking you didn’t enjoy this class.”
“Today’s class turned out more enjoyable than expected. But I don’t think I’m as close to enjoying it as your T.A. is.”
Payne glances at me, but I can’t move or speak. I’m so close, that I think I’m going to explode. Something in his expression changes then. I’m not sure if he’s worked out exactly what is going on, but I know he can tell something’s happening.
“If you’re that eager for my company, we can make it two hours tonight. Otherwise, it’s time to leave, gentlemen.”
“Or come,” Gemini says, stabbing his screen with his index finger.