Teacher's Toy (Loftry University Playthings 1)

Chapter 8

Melody

Numbness pervadesmy body as Professor Richards leaves. I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to be doing here. He's given me no instructions, no parting words, anything. He just left. Arousal still thrums through my body. It doesn't help that I still have lube lodged up my ass. Squirming, I try to get comfortable in my clothes, but everything scratches at my skin.

Flames lick through my body, heating me from the core out. I want nothing more than to rip the skin off of my body and just be. No feelings, no sensations. Just be. The more I see of this society, the more I realize that nothing will be normal for me again. Despair and fear war at my insides, both clawing through my stomach, demanding to be let out. But how? I can't scream, and I sure as hell am not going to cry. Not with all these other women around me.

And knowing that these are only some of them... My mind whirls about, never settling down. I try to assimilate all the information, try to process it somehow, but nothing lands. There's this haze or fog in my brain preventing me from making any sense out of all of this. The more I poke and prod, the denser it becomes. Chelsea grasps my hand, her grip a bit firmer than I would have liked, but any words of protest die in my throat, not even making it into my mouth. What would I even say? I don't like how rough you are when just the mere thought of Professor Richards and his belt sends new arousal dripping from me? I choke back a cry as she leads me up the stairs. I follow her like a prisoner to her execution

It's not going to be that bad,I chide myself. He is right, though; my imagination has always gotten the better of me.

"We gathered all your things from your dorm room and sorted them accordingly. The items deemed appropriate are already in your room. The items that aren't are stashed away in a storage locker under the building." Her tone is icy and cold, nothing like the warmth pouring from her when she knelt at Professor Richards’ feet. "Don't even attempt to go down there and retrieve them. They are locked up with an alarm system in place."

A small frisson of jealousy worms its way into my heart. Did something happen between them? I shake my head, killing the snake at the head. I have no right to even try to judge what he does with other women. He's made it clear that he's not my Prince Charming sent to rescue me.

"How do you know the professor?" I bite my tongue, yelling at myself for even asking.

Her eyes narrow to slits as she looks me up and down. "You think you're the first girl he's brought here? Wake up, honey. All of us have probably serviced him at some point. I'm surprised he's not availing himself to one of them right now."

Pain lances through my heart. I had a feeling, but having it confirmed is something else. entirely. "Who decides what's appropriate?"

Her smile freezes me for a moment.

"Oh, we all had fun sorting through your things. I'm sure you'll be surprised when you get to your room. Not much is left, I'm afraid."

My heart stutters a moment as I try to calculate what I brought with me. It wasn’t much. Just the essentials. I didn't have the money to buy a lot of things before coming here. There were my pictures, my laptop, my books, clothes, food, and what else? My shoulders slump. Not much. Compared to the opulence I've already seen of the place, I'd be surprised if any of my belongings actually stayed. Shame fills me for a moment, weighing me down as we continue to trudge up the stairs. Nothing about me fit in here. I wasn't worldly or enticing. The women here all seemed so self-assured and secure in their place. Their posture spoke of strength and endurance. After a few hours, I already wanted to crumple. Maybe after a few years of this, I could stand as proud as them. Right now, though, exhaustion beats at me. My arms hang limp, and my legs drag with every step. Maybe my mind isn't being overactive. Maybe this is the place where I've come to die.

"Oh, hurry up, will you? I will not take the punishment for you if you're not ready on time."

"Geeze, Chelsea, what's gotten into you? Normally you're the dorm mom. Give her a break already. Like you don't remember your first night here? Cut her some slack." Glancing over to my right, I take in a woman who wasn't downstairs with the rest. Her emerald eyes twinkle with intelligence, and her full lips quirk up into an easy smile. "Don't mind her. She hasn't had a good fuck in about a week or two."

Malice shines in her gaze as she stares down at this stranger. "Where were you, Bethany? I know you don't have a class right now."

She leans against the stair railing and stretches up for a moment before adjusting her bra. "I had a meeting. A certain guidance counselor needed a little r and r." In a slow, seductive movement, Bethany takes the pad of her thumb and runs it across her bottom lip. "Protein never tasted so good."

"Ugh. You're disgusting."

With a chirping laugh, Bethany nudges me with her elbow. "She's not a swallower. I don't know how she gets away with that. No member I know of likes to have their essence rejected."

Chelsea's eyes bulge for a moment, the color draining from her face. Her discomfort lasts a few moments before a cool, calm mask slides into place. "Some of us have other skills that are more sought after. Now, if you're done wasting our time, we have to get ready."

"That's why I'm here. Two hands are always better than one."

Bethany slips her arm through mine before I can protest. Chelsea's mouth opens and closes a few times before she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and saunters up the stairs in front of me. "The training is mine, but you can do everything else."

Giving my arm a small squeeze, she winks at me and gives me a thumbs up. Leaning over, Bethany brushes my hair aside and whispers in my ear, "I'll make sure your night goes smoothly. Just leave it to me."

After we ascend one flight of stairs, we turn left into the hallway. At least one flight is above us, and my mind starts trying to calculate how many rooms are in this place. Based on the doors I see, way more than would be needed to satisfy a few people. Unease threads its way through me. Just how big is this society?

"So, how did they catch you?"

Bethany's voice startles me out of my thoughts. "Um. Cheating. Not proud of it, but what can I do now?"

She laughs and lightly shoves Chelsea in front of us. "Is that how Professor Richards trapped you?"

I freeze, stopping Bethany up short. Confusion flits through her eyes for a second. "He didn't tell you?" She scrunches up her nose and stares at Chelsea. "I thought that's why he chose you to prepare her for tonight."

"He didn't tell me anything," I stammer. The puzzle pieces start linking together in my brain. I don't have a full image yet, but I can at least see where it's going. Swallowing hard, I cling onto Bethany. "I'm really sorry. I'm not trying to take him away from you or anything."

She whirls around, her whole frame crackling with intensity. With a bark of a laugh, she looks me up and down. "As if you can. He belongs to no one. Least of all me. But now I know why he's been pulling away so much. He must have had his eye on you for a while."

Taking a step back, I frown, mulling over her words. "He hasn't even really looked at me until now. I don't understand."

Her lips melt a touch into a sympathetic smile. "Of course, he hasn't. You think he'd be stupid enough to make his intentions known in front of other students? There's got to be something, though. Dig deep. You'll find it in there. Trust me, when it all clicks into place, you'll realize that you've always known." With a sigh, she extends her hand. "Let's start over. I'm Chelsea. Sorry for how I've acted. It's not like you chose to have this happen. You were an innocent pawn in his game. That's all any of us are." We shake hands, and she turns back around.

Bethany stares at her for a moment, frowning deeply, then turns back to me and shakes her head. She doesn't say anything, but that niggling feeling of unease once more skitters up my spine. What the hell have I walked in on? There's clearly something going on here that no one is saying. I don't want to be caught off guard, but how can I safeguard myself if I don't even know what I need to watch out for? Between the two of them, Bethany seems warmer and more outgoing than Chelsea. There's just something about her that makes my insides cringe. With a sigh, I continue to trudge after her, my thoughts a jumbled mess.

"Here we are. Your new home."