I made it back to the school in one piece, unfortunately, and I found Lauren right near the flagpole as we agreed. I sulked over to her and slumped my shoulders.

  “That bad eh?” She chuckled, putting her phone away and leaning against the flag pole.

  “You don’t gotta be a cunt about it...” I commiserate next to her.

  “Language.” She scolded teasingly. “We’re still at school.”

  “How do I talk to girls!? Teacher!” I pointed accusingly. “Explain!”

  “I can’t help you there kiddo...” She lowered her voice conspiratorially. “But I can teach you other things you can do with your mouth….”

  I agreed to this.

  It was odd heading back to where the club room had been before. Sure enough when we reached the back of the dark cramped hallway there was no door, until Lauren put her hands on the wall and it shuttered back into place. I admit the way it shook was downright disconcerting and made me super nervous but Lauren seemed unconcerned and I had to figure she knew what she was doing.

  I unlocked my phone and opened up some sneaky pictures I’d nabbed of Griselda for Lauren.

  “Ah Yes. Griselda Ross.” Lauren nodded approvingly as she settled down onto the clubroom bed. I’d noticed the sheets had been freshly changed since the last time we were in here. “I’ll pull up her grades later but she seems perfect. Wouldn’t have clocked her as queer.”

  “Really?” I tilted my head slightly as I tossed my tshirt aside. “I guess she’s pretty deep in the closet, I think it's mostly due to her being really shy and inexperienced.”

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  “That tracks.” Lauren pondered the photo a bit and placed my phone down on a small table near the bed so she could get undressed.

  I couldn’t help but get red in the face as I saw her hands expertly pull off her top exposing her pale smooth skin. Sure I’d seen her do it hundreds of times but it was still captivated. She must ha caught me staring because she had that malicious look in her eye like I was about to get punished. Her expression softened a bit and I noticed a bit of concern work it's way in.

  “Hey Nichole…?”

  “Yeah?” A shiver went down my spine as I worried I’d done something to actually fuck up.

  Lauren tapped her leg nervously. “You haven’t talked to anyone else about club activities yet have you?”

  “No.” I confirmed it innocently. “I barely even pitched it to Griselda yet. Why did something happen?” I suppressed a knot in my stomach.

  “No.” Lauren replied, not as reassuringly as I would have liked. “Well… there was this student. It seemed like she was staring at me earlier when I was waiting for you. I didn’t recognize her.”

  I finished adjusting my new collar which had been right where I’d left it. “What did she look like?” I asked uncertain of how to respond to that.

  “Short, black hair, asian, pink headband. any of that sound familiar?” Lauren told me as I knelt down in front of her and offered her my leash.

  “I… can’t say she’s on my radar.” I confirmed, racking my brain but honestly this school had hundreds of students and I usually only paid attention to maybe half a dozen tops? It was unrealistic for me to be able to narrow it down based on such a vague description.

  Lauren wrapped my leash around her hand idly until it was taught enough for gentile tugging. ”Maybe I’m just paranoid.” She bit her lip though as she reeled me to give me a kiss. “With the anchors around we can’t be too careful.”

  “I’ll keep an eye out.” I let her kiss me again as she looked down into my eyes. I shivered excitedly as I saw the passion in her gaze. We’d just started and I was already melting in her lap.

  “You’re a good girl, Nichole” Lauren repeated as she lightly ran her fingertips down from my neck across my chest teasingly.

  This was going to be a very fun afternoon, I could tell.