The Descent

Part 4 The Office 2

The Descent

Part 4 - The Office 2

Today was going to be another one of those magical mystery rides; he'd called
last night and told her to be ready this morning. Unusually he hadn't mentioned
anything specific for her to wear, so she thought she'd surprise him, at least
she hoed she would.

Taking one last look in the full-length mirror, she admired the look she'd
achieved. She wore her tightest blouse, unbuttoned to an indecent length,
exposing her swollen breasts. Her nipple rings could be seen quite clearly
through the thin material. For a bra, she'd used the rubber one he'd let her
keep. Just putting it on, and feeling the way it cinched her breasts made her
moist. It also had the effect of reminding her of what a state she got into, and
the shame of having to ask Connie for help.

Blushing at the memories, she lowered her gaze to take in her skirt, a decent
knee length one, but one that'd worked on, now it had a hip high slash down one
side, and when she turned, the skirt flared out, revealing that she was wearing
nothing underneath.

Feeling pleased with her look, she was nervously pacing in the hall, waiting for
him to arrive.

After what seemed like ages, she saw him turn up, and as he pulled in next to
her front door, she opened it, and sashayed out. Pausing on the top step to give
him a swirl, letting her skirt ride up, and flash him her exposed pussy.

Quickly she ran to the car, and opened the door, and slid into the seat. He
turned and grinned at her, obviously pleased at what he'd seen. As they drove of
she found herself asking just what if anything he had planned for today. "Oh
you'll see" was his answer, and if anything his grin got even bigger.

Just sitting in the leather seat was enough to make her even wetter, if at all
possible. The cool feel of the leather against her cheeks made her squirm in
delight. He took all of this in, nodding in approval. Taking this as a good
sign, she let her hands drop into her lap, and pressed them against her mound.

Not taking his eyes off the road, he started talking to her, giving her his
instructions for the ride. She whipped her head around, not quite believing what
he was telling her. She found herself sitting there frozen, unable to believe
just what he'd said, although her mind was telling her that this was way too
much, her body was betraying her, and she could feel her pussy getting wetter
and wetter at the thoughts she was trying to deny.

With a mournful sigh, she realised that she'd do as he asked; there was
something powerful about being told just what to do. She knew that she could
refuse at anytime, but... if she did that, these wonderful trips would cease,
and she wasn't prepared for that, at least just yet.

Letting herself slump in her seat, she opened her legs, and pulled her skirt up
around her waist. Like this she knew that anyone who drove past could see just
how exposed she was. With one hand she started to stroke her clit, turning
herself on more and more. With the other, she started to fuck herself, sliding a
couple of fingers into her aching pussy. She admitted to herself that it did
feel good to have something deep in her pussy, even if it was only her fingers.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled them out, and slid them back in, but this time,
she managed to get three of them into her, moaning, she felt quite full, but she
knew that he wanted her whole hand in her. So she pulled them out again, and
this time she brought all her fingers together and placed them at the open
entrance to her pussy.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she pressed them against her cunt. She could feel
herself giving way, and found herself mesmerised to see her hand slowly
disappearing into herself. She felt so full, so filled. Finally she got the
widest part of her hand into herself. My God she felt filled! Slowly, very
slowly she started to work her hand back and forwards, fucking herself, Christ
it felt so good.

Her reverie was broken by the sound of his voice, he was telling her that she
was doing well, but he wanted her to make a fist! Just the idea of that made her
shiver, but she complied. Tenderly she started to curl her fingers round,
gingerly making a fist inside her. She could feel her cunt being forced apart as
the fist was formed. She felt so full, so stretched, so depraved.

Her hand started to move more quickly, forcing her fist deeper and deeper into
herself. With a low, drawn out moan, she felt herself cumming, she could feel
her juices flooding from her pussy, around her hand. Spent she collapsed back
into the seat.

She finally looked up, seeing the huge grin he had. Wordlessly he opened the
compartment, and handed her a vanity mirror. He told her to have a look.
Nervously she laced the mirror between her legs, and angled it to give her a
look at her pussy. She gasped as she saw just how open she was. Her cunt was
gaping, letting her look deep into her self, though slowly she could see her
pussy walls closing. Tightening her muscles, she watched as she finally closed
up completely.

She was so engrossed in watching herself; she was taken by surprise as she felt
the car pull up. Looking around, she realised that they were back at the Mall.
He told her to get out, and as she did, he slid out too.

Taking a look around, and spotting no one near, she bent over to clean the seat,
something she now knew that she'd have to do every tie she travelled wit him. As
she lowered her face to the hot musky seat, she felt her skirt being pulled up,
and almost before she was aware of what was happening, she felt him take her. He
slid in easily, her pussy offering next to no resistance to his intrusion.

Even as she licked up her juices, she felt him savagely thrusting into her body.
He was thrusting hard, burying himself deep into her cunt with every stroke.
Just as she was matching his thrusts she felt him cum, quicker than she hoped
for. Even as her body was begging for her own release, she felt him pumping his
cum deep into her.

Just a quickly, he pulled out, and taking her by the arm, he led her towards the
Mall. She was forced to keep up with him, giving her no chance to clean herself
up. As she walked she could feel his cum slipping down her cunt. She became
aware that he was telling her to keep her cunt tight, he didn't want her let any
drip out, but she knew that was impossible, already she could feel his cum on
her thighs, slowly running down her legs.

From the way he led her into the Mall, she knew that he had a goal in mind, and
her mind was busy wondering just what could he get up to here?

She soon found out, and wished she hadn't!

He took her to a shoe store, telling her that she needed some new spike heeled
pumps, something tasteful in black. As they entered the store, he paused,
looking around. With a feral grin, he spotted something, and led her down the
aisle.

Walking up behind the assistant, he asked her if she could help him in making a
purchase or two. The assistant turned around, and she felt herself blush, her
face turned scarlet as she recognised the girl from the Mall, the one who'd seen
her eating that lolly!

The assistant tried to hide the dismissive look that flashed across her face,
but she'd seen it. Damn!

He told the assistant just what he was looking for, and she reluctantly, it
seemed, said that they did have just what he wanted in stock. He led her to a
seat as the assistant went off to get the shoes. As she sat there, she could
feel his cum slipping out of her and onto the seat. When the assistant returned
she couldn't look at her, but kept her head down. The girl knelt, and started to
put the first shoe on her. As she looked up, enquiring about the ft and look,
she caught a glimpse between her thighs. Her face wrinkled in disgust as the
girl took in the around pussy, and the traces of cum that were smeared on her
thighs, and on the seat.

She felt her face burn with shame as she saw just how the girl reacted to her
used pussy. She looked to him for help, but his words filled her with dread. He
told her to give her a good show, show her just what a slut she was.

As the girl knelt there, watching with amazement, and revulsion, she spread her
legs, giving the shop girl a even better look. She then slid her hand down to
her pussy, and found herself, almost against her will, sliding a finger into
herself. She scooped as much of his cum as she could out of herself, showing it
to the assistant, before she slid those cum covered fingers into her mouth.
Giving them a good suck, she cleaned up his cum from them.

She didn't know why she did that, but the feeling of embarrassment, of being
humiliated, was strong, but not strong enough to make her stop herself. She
found that she was getting more turned on, the more turned on as the assistant
was being repulsed by her actions.

She was lost in her own feelings of shame and arousal, and was only dimly aware
that the shop assistant was speaking. "You take that slut out of here!" "We
don't need her kind shopping here"

She felt her cheeks burning with shame, as she dropped her skirt, and looked
towards him. He just stood there implacably, before leading her out of the shop.

He didn't say a word as she was led from the shop, but she could she the grin on
his face, seemed like he'd achieved whatever goal he'd set himself for today.
Throwing a quick glance over her shoulder, she could see the girl talking to the
other assistants, all of them looking her way.

He led her back to the car, she following numbly behind. She couldn't believe
that she'd shown herself to the girl, that she'd been so explicit in front of
her. Thank god she'd never need to shop there again.

As he drove away, he mentioned casually, that in future, all of her shoe
shopping would, in future, be from that store only. She was aghast at that
little piece of news, she knew that just setting foot in that store would colour
her, and she certainly couldn't deal with that assistant again. Even as she was
thinking that, she felt her pussy clench, and start to moisten all over again.
Her own body was betraying her, telling her that yes she would, that the
humiliation of shopping there wouldn't stop her.

She squirmed in the seat, very aware of her pussy, and the fact that she was
horny again. She looked at him, and asked to be allowed to play with herself,
again.

He nodded his agreement, and paused, before saying, "Go on then, but" But what
her mind screamed wondering just what he had in mind. "Imagine that your arousal
is on a scale of one to ten, ten being your orgasm" She nodded, wondering where
this was going. "I want you to tell me the number of your arousal, as you play,
and I want you to reach nine, no make that nine and a half, but not ten"

Not ten! She thought, damn, he just wants me turned on! But she found the idea
to interesting, so almost unconsciously she started to play with her pussy. She
used one hand to hold her labia apart, exposing her clit to the cool air, then
started to just touch her clit, resting her finger on its throbbing heat. "Five"
she said, just surprised at how turned on she was. "Six" as she started to touch
herself.

As her fingers sped up, rubbing, circling, pressing, she quickly ran through the
numbers "Seven, eight, nine, nine, nine and a bit" When she finally felt about
to cum, she stopped and said "nine and a half"

He glanced at her, smiling, that's good, but don't stop playing, just keep
touching your pussy, but don't reach ten.

Christ she thought, that'd be so hard to do. She started to play, continuously
touching, rubbing, all the while mumbling nine and a half, nine and a half. To
stop herself from Cumming, from just tipping over the edge, she found that he
hard to pinch her clit, to use pain to stop herself from making it.

As the ride continued, she found to her horror that the pain wasn't going to be
enough, that she needed to pinch harder and harder to stop herself.

His hand on hers brought her out of her daze, her whole body thrummed with
sexual tension, she never felt to turned on, so desperate to cum. She was
surprised to see that they were pulled up outside her home.

"Aren't you going to invite me in he enquired?" Nodding, desperate to get him
inside where he could finish off what he'd started, she nodded, telling him that
he was more than welcome to come in for a coffee, or whatever.

She slid from the seat, and turned to head up the steps, to open the door for
him. Wordlessly, he followed, his face darkening. As she stepped inside, she
caught the look on his face, suddenly realising that she hadn't cleaned the
seat.

She turned to go, and felt herself being stopped by his hand. Wordlessly he
gripped her skirt, and with one strong pull, ripped it from her, leaving her
naked from the waist down. "Now you can go," he said.

She fled down the steps, running, hoping that the neighbours weren't too
inquisitive today. As she opened the door, she heard him say, "kneel!" and she
groaned in dismay. She found herself kneeling by his car, door open, and her
head hidden, as she started to clean the car seat. It was covered with her
juices, and traces of his cum. She could feel the cool air on her ass, as she
worked on the seat. The shame of her situation was intense, and she almost
started to touch herself, to bring herself off, but she remembered that he
hadn't said anything about that, so she fought the urge to play, and
concentrated on he seat.

Once she'd finished, she stood and turned, just in time to see her next door
neighbour opening the door, she fled, hopping that he hadn't seen anything, but
she feared that he'd seen enough. His voice, "Miss?" was confirmation enough
that indeed he had.

"Oh my God!" she thought, would today never end?

Once inside, she found him waiting for her. He was in the kitchen, bent over her
pc. He hadn't even stayed to watch, he knew that she'd go and clean as she had
been told. The realisation that she was doing his bidding, even when he wasn't
present came as a shock to her.

With a glance, he stopped her from seeing what he was doing, although she needed
to know she stood there, waiting, wondering.

Once he'd finished, he turned off the screen, and turned to her. Motioning to
the chair, he had her bend over it, facing the table. Once she had, she could
feel his presence move behind her.

She smiled as she heard his fly being unzipped, and wriggled her ass, making it
all the more inviting to him. She let out a low moan as she felt the tip of his
cock brush against her pussy. She was so very turned on, from the playing, and
the seat, she felt that she'd cum in seconds, if only he'd actually take her.

He didn't, he just played with her cunt and ass, rubbing the head of his cock
between her cheeks, along her pussy, even thrusting in a little so that she felt
him start to take her, before pulling out. No matter how she moved her ass, he
just toyed with her, driving her crazy with desire.

She heard him start to speak, and she listened intently to every word, hoping
that he'd be telling her just how she was to cum. Instead he was telling her
about tomorrow, and in fact every workday. Before work, she was to stay I her
car, but move over to the passenger seat.  Once there, she was to play with
herself, to make herself wet with desire. She was to spend at least five minutes
at a rating of nine or more! But not to cum there.

Even as she started to shake her head in denial, she knew that she would, the
thought of her exposure, the risk of being seen were too much of a temptation to
her. The fact that he wanted it, and that he hadn't said that she couldn't make
it in the car, but that wouldn't stop her from going into work and finishing in
the ladies though.

She readily agreed, but and with him, there was always a but. He told her not to
clean the seat after, in fact, she wasn't to clean the seat ever. Her mind raced
with the implications of that little caveat. The way she got exited, just how
wet she became, meant that after only a couple of days the seat would be
covered, it would dry, stain, smell. She'd be unable to give a lift to anyone,
not without questions that is.

Numbly, she agreed, knowing that no matter how depraved his requests, she would
comply, that there was something dark in her soul that craved such depravity.

She felt his hands on her hips, pulling her back onto him. She felt the tip of
his cock press against the tight ring of her ass, preparing to enter her. Christ
how she needed it, she could feel her juices running down her thighs, her clit
was throbbing, even his instructions about her car were turning her on.

"Please, Please" she said, trying to push back, to make him take her. Slowly,
ever so slowly, she felt her ass opening to take him. She felt so invaded, so
open to him, and just as she was about the thrust back and take him deep into
her ass, his grip firmed up, and stopped her.

She was nearly crying with frustration, she needed his cock, she needed to be
ass fucked, and she needed relief so desperately. Instead he reached over and
turned on the screen, which was in front of her.

Her eyes couldn't take in the message on the screen. Numbly she read, and
reread.

To: Connie@work.com
Subject: My behaviour

Hi Connie,

I don't think you know this, but I'm a slut, such a dirty slut! Every morning
before work, I stop in my car, and toy with myself, drawing it out, and making
myself crazy with lust. Then at work I sneak off to the ladies, and bring myself
off. Sometimes several times a day!

I need help, and I'm asking you as a friend to help me stop this disgusting
behaviour, as I can't seem to stop myself.

I'm asking you to help me control my desires. I don't think I can stop myself
from playing in the car, but at work, it could be different.

What I need for you to do is to stop me. I'd like you to be my conscious; in
fact, I think I need to be treated like a naughty schoolgirl.

If you agree, I'll have to ask you for restroom breaks, and in all probability,
I'll ask you to let me cum, because by then, I'll be so desperate, see just what
a slut I am!

This though I leave up to you. You can let me or not, as the fancy takes you. I
promise to follow your instructions faithfully. This I need, I need to be
controlled, as I obviously can't trust myself.

I so desperately need this help, please, as a friend help me


Noo she cried, you can't, I won't, you can't make me send that, its too
degrading, to personal, I won't let you do it, she cried!

He just slowly flexed his cock, making her aware of her own needs again,
reminding her of her need to be fucked. "I won't be sending it, you will" he
said.

That is if you want me to finish fucking you, all you have to do is press the
send key.

She looked at the flashing cursor, knowing that if she pressed it, her life
would change forever. Almost as if it was someone else's hand, she saw her own
hand reach out, and hover over the key.

As she was struggling with such conflicting desires, he slid into her ass a
little further. The feel of him opening her, taking her, was enough to make her
mind up.

With a strangles "Yes" she hit the send key, and was rewarded by both a message
sent, and his cock, slamming into her ass.

The shock of what she'd done, and his cock was more than enough to make her
start to cum, and in fact the harder he slammed into her, the longer it lasted,
it seemed that her orgasm would never end, it was that intense. She felt him
buried deep in her, felt his cock twitching as he pumped his cum into her, and
her own release was so intense that she collapsed over the chair.

He left her there to recover, and to wonder just what Connie'd say tomorrow.

Tomorrow, well tomorrow was now today. She stood there, hand on her front door,
waiting. After yesterday's incredible series of events, it was now time to pay
the price.

She'd done her best to dress conservatively, to look so normal, but she knew her
own body was already aflame with expectation. She'd used none of his diabolic
toys; even so, she could feel her pussy, swollen with lust, with desire.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door, almost ready for the day's trials.

The drive in to work was so long, and yet not long enough. All of a sudden she
found herself in the car park. As she drove around, looking for a parking space,
she found herself parking in the most secluded part.

For a moment she just sat there, staring straight ahead, thinking furiously. He
couldn't make her do anything, if she wanted she could play with herself, or
not. Make it or not, even ignore Connie or not. As appealing as it was to think
about doing just as she pleased, she knew that if he asked, she'd be unable to
lie to him, and then. And then, he'd stop, the trips would stop, she'd never
experience any other of his devious pleasures. With that thought, she realised
that she needed him and his pleasures, that in fact she'd do just about anything
for keep them continuing.

Sighing, she moved across to the passenger seat, and sat there, just for a
moment, composing herself. She could feel the heat between her legs, already,
she was ready, ready for her hand and the denied pleasure that it'd bring.

She parted her legs, and slid her hand down her body, to between her legs. She
hissed in pleasure as her hand brushed against her mound. Pressing her hand
against herself, she could feel her panties dampening as they absorbed the
moisture from her pussy.

Rubbing her hand over her clit, pressing the material between her lips was so
good, so pleasurable. Already she knew that she needed to cum, to cum badly. But
his instructions were loud in her head, and she fought the desire to just
finish.

It was so hard to keep touching, and not to make it, harder than she'd have
thought. She moved her hand, and slipped them between her skin and panties. It
felt so good, she could feel her heat on her hand, the damp panties pressed
against the back of her hand, holding it tight against her clit.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the dash clock ticked the time away, and when the five
minutes were up, she wrenched her hand away, eager to stop before she came. She
was so near, she wanted to cum, to continue, but she knew that she wouldn't.

Once out of the car, she looked down at the seat, already she could see the
outline of her ass and pussy on the seat, little beads of moisture outlining her
perfectly.

The walk to her office was the longest she'd ever taken, each step dragged, each
step brought her nearer to facing Connie. As she walked she was aware of the
feel of her thighs as the brushed against each other. This unintentional teasing
just kept her so aroused, so needy.

As she worked at her desk, she was aware of everything, her whole body seemed so
alive, her thoughts were racing round and around in her head. What would Connie
think? Would she take part? Or would she report me?

She couldn't believe just how badly she needed to make it, to bring herself off.
Somehow the knowledge that it was beyond her own control made the desire almost
intolerable. She needed it badly, but she knew she'd have to wait, wait 'til she
was given permission.

Finally Connie arrived, and made the usual small talk, as she started up her PC.
She found she couldn't stand the torture of waiting, and fled, offering to get
the morning coffees. She waited by the coffee machine for as long as she could
stand it, before returning, slowly.

As she entered the office, she looked intently at Connie, hoping to judge her
reaction from her face. Apart from a slight colouring, there was nothing obvious
written there. She handed the coffee over, and Connie took it without a word.

The morning dragged, Connie never said a word, just busied herself in her work,
almost ignoring her. Several times she almost spoke to her, but found she
couldn't. All the while, her clit beat against her panties, reminding her of its
need. The knowledge that Connie now knew about her didn't stop the desire, in
fact it increased it.

Eventually, she broke first, her bladder betrayed her, all the coffee had run
through her, and she need to relieve herself. "Connie?" "I need a bathroom
break"

Connie looked up, staring at her. Come with me was all she said. Connie led her
to the coffee machine, and looked her up and down. To the rest of the staff, it
just looked like two co-workers chatting over a break.

"So you're a slut?" Were the first words out of her mouth. "What makes you think
that?" Connie asked.

She found herself talking in hushed tones, telling her all about him and the way
he used her. She could feel her cheeks turning red as she talked, her head
bowed, not being able to face her. She could hear Connie gasp at the horse, make
"oh my god" noises at the iced lolly, and when she got to the girl assistant,
and how she'd shocked her, Connie was quiet. Finally she confessed to her having
to clean the car seat after every trip, how it repulsed her, but found herself
looking forward to it also.

This confession to her brought mixed emotions to her, one part was so ashamed to
these confessions, but another, greater part responded with increased desire.

When she'd finished, she finally found the courage to look at her, straight in
the eye. What she saw there shocked her. Connie just looked coolly back at her,
her face blank, her thoughts hidden. Connie took the coffees, and retuned to her
desk.

"Connie?" she called softly after her, "I need to go!" but there was no answer.
She stood there, momentarily confused, before following her back to the office.

As she sat back in her chair, Connie handed over a coffee, and winked at her.
The thought of drinking more, when she needed to go, seemed like a bad idea, and
she refused the offered cup. Connie just smiled sweetly, and said" No coffee, no
break"

With those words, she felt her pussy spasm, her pussy flooded with juice,
filling the air with her scent. It seemed that Connie would indeed play with
her! Was there no end of people who liked to exercise control over her, and why
did she crave it so badly.

Connie's response was unexpected, all she said, was if that you were going to be
like that all the time, you'd better get some air freshener. The shame of her
obvious arousal made her squirm in her seat, desperate to both relieve herself,
and to make it.

She gulped the coffee down, almost scalding herself; she didn't give it time to
cool properly. "Can I go now?" "No was the reply" you can ask again in an hour,
and by the way, you'll have to have drunk two cans of soda before then.

"Two cans!" I can't hold two cans was her thought, knowing that now she was in
this position, she wouldn't refuse. Who knew that Connie had such a mean streak?

The time crawled by, the pressure on her bladder made her move, squirm, even
cross her legs. Every mouthful seemed to go straight to her bladder. However the
need was growing too, the continued desire for relief was intolerable, the fact
that it was beyond her own control just made the desire stronger.

Finally, she'd managed the drinks, and the time had passed, and she asked again,
surprised by the begging tone in her voice. "Can I go now, Connie?"

"Of course you may" but I'd better come with you, just to make sure, you know,
unless there's something else?

"Something else?" Was she offering to let her make it as well? "Connie" her face
colouring, "Connie can I cum too?" "We'll see" was the only answer.

Connie led her to the toilets, and surprisingly stopped her at the door. "OK
here's what I want you to do. You can use the toilet after you cum, How's that?"

She was shocked; here was a side of Connie that she never knew existed. She had
a cruel and dominant streak to her. She realised that now Connie knew about her,
Connie could take out her frustrations on her, allowing or denying as the mood
struck her.

Just how low had she sunk, to get into this position?

"OK Connie" "If that's what you want" she said, accepting that life would never
be quite the same again.

Connie went in first, checking that it was clear. She made her way to one of the
stalls, but Connie stopped her, by placing a hand on her arm. If you need to
cum, you can do it here.

Here! In full view, for Connie, she couldn't, but all Connie had to do was look
back at her, and she knew that she would.

She stood there, parting her legs, the pressure intolerable both on her clit and
bladder. She quickly raised her skirt, and slipped her hand into her panties,
eager to start. "Not like that" Connie said, I want to see that glow in the dark
clit of yours, his idea I take it?

Damn she thought, I should have never asked her that time, she furiously
thought. Resignedly she stepped out of her panties, the nub of her clit visible
in the room's black light. She could she it in the mirrors poking out between
her opened lips.

Connie tapped her foot, telling her that she didn't have all day, that she
better get on with it, before she changed her mind. With a gasp, she touched
herself, enjoying the feel of her fingers on her needy clit, her cheeks
colouring in shame as Connie watched impassively.

She started to press, to rub, to move her fingers over her sensitive clit,
bringing herself nearer and nearer to release. She totally forgot about Connie
watching as she felt her orgasm building, swifter that she'd have thought
possible. She started to moan as the first waves of her orgasm hit her, her legs
trembling with the strain.

Her moans turned to a drawn out noooo as her bladder let go as her orgasm hit,
she'd been made to wait too long, and her muscles couldn't keep back the flood
of her piss. It gushed against her hand, bouncing back against her clit before
running down her slit and legs. It felt so good, so warm, the feel of her warm
piss splashing against her, she found herself Cumming again, and again, a stream
of orgasms, each one smaller than the one before.

Finally she was spent, in both ways, her body limp after such an intense
release.

She raised her heavy head, and looked at Connie, expecting she knew not what.

Connie just looked at her, shocked, "You weren't wrong, were you? You really
area slut!" and with that, she turned on her heel and left her to clean up the
mess.

She felt herself colouring in shame, a common feeling it seemed to her, one that
she seemed to be experiencing all too frequently of late, as she cleaned up the
mess. Finally it was done, and she headed back to the office.

Once there, Connie just ignored her, for which she was grateful. She buried
herself in her work, trying to forget what she'd done in front of her.

Just as he was about to go finish for the day, she was called to the front
office, seemed that there was a late arriving transfer student who needed help
with the application forms.
Grabbing the necessary paperwork, she made her way to the desk, ready to help
the student.

Her jaw dropped, wide open, in fact matching the look on the students face. On
the other side of the desk was the assistant. "Oh my God!" she's going to be a
student here! Was all she could think of! "You!" was all the girl said.

Could this day get any worse?



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