I sat in the front row with nothing under my skirt and three loads from yesterday still shifting every time I crossed my legs.
Alexander taught like nothing had changed. His eyes found me once, dropped to the way I kept my thighs pressed together, and stayed there for a beat too long before he turned back to the board. I took notes I didn’t need. My cunt throbbed around the mess, warm and constant, a slow leak I had to clench against so it wouldn’t reach the seat. When class ended he didn’t call my name. He just looked at me and nodded toward the door.
I locked his office behind me. He was already rolling his sleeves.
“Eighty-four. You actually studied. Doesn’t matter. Skirt up. On the chair. Facing me. I want to watch you hold it while I add another one.”
I sat on the edge of the visi
