Page 64 of The Naughty Professor
She didn’t even flinch.“What does it look like?”
“It looks like you’re about to juice up on my special sauce!”I tried to grab the syringe from her hand, but she wouldn’t let me take it.“This isn’t a party favor, Juniper.You don’t even know what it’ll do to you!”
Her eyes gleamed under the fluorescent lights.“I’ve seen what it does to you.You went from invisible Felix to sex god Jax in a matter of minutes.You think I’m gonna pass that up?”
“Sweetheart,” I said, lowering my voice, “confidence doesn’t come from a needle.It comes from being me.”I smirked.“And I don’t share.”
Before she could respond, the door swung open so hard it banged against the wall.
“Well hellooooo, darlings!”A six-foot tower of rhinestones and wig strutted into the room, heels clicking like gunfire.“Sorry I’m late.Traffic was murder, and my lashes are heavier than my sins.”
I blinked.“And you are?”
The queen struck a pose so fierce it could’ve cracked the mirror.“The name’s Velvetina Jackson, sweetheart.I’ve got a velvet touch with a poisonous bite.I’m your opening act.”
She clocked the syringe in Juniper’s hand, and her perfectly painted mouth dropped open into a glossy O.“What in RuPaul’s rejected storyline is going on here?”
Juniper froze, caught like a goth raccoon in the spotlight.“It’s not what it looks like,” she blurted.
“Girl, it looks like heroin chic met Wednesday Addams,” Velvetina gasped, clutching her sequined chest.
“Back off, sparkles,” Juniper snapped, her voice trembling.“You don’t understand.”
“Trust me, honey,” Velvetina said, fanning herself with a feather boa, “I understand drama.But that—” she pointed at the syringe — “that’s giving offBreaking Bad: The Musicalvibes.”
Juniper’s eyes went wild.“You’ll all see,” she muttered, almost to herself.“You’ll all finally see the real me.”
“Juniper, don’t—” I started, lunging forward.
Too late.She jabbed the syringe into her thigh and pressed the plunger down.
Velvetina let out a shriek worthy of a horror movie.“SWEET JESUS AND BEYONCÉ!”She tottered backward, one hand flailing for balance, the other clutching her boob — and then collapsed like a felled oak, landing in a heap of sequins and tulle.
Juniper’s pupils expanded, and her mouth opened in a silent gasp as the empty syringe clattered to the floor.“Oh,” she whispered, voice barely there.“That burns—”
She crumpled next to Velvetina, her head thunking softly against the vanity on her way down.
I stared.Two bodies, one queen, one assistant, both down for the count.
“Well,” I said finally, “this escalated quickly.”
For a second, I actually considered calling for help.Then I heard the roar of the crowd outside — hundreds of people chanting my name.
“JAX!JAX!JAX!”
Right.The show.
I glanced down at Juniper, then at Velvetina’s sprawled legs sticking out like a sparkly crime scene.“I’ll… check on you in ten minutes,” I muttered.“Maybe twenty if there’s an encore.”
The dressing room mirror caught my reflection, and damn.Even in crisis lighting, I looked incredible.The lab coat was a cute gimmick, but it screamed chem teacher, not sex icon.I needed… flair.
Rummaging through the coat’s pocket, my fingers brushed against something silky.I pulled it out and grinned.A shimmery gold thong.
“Oh, Felix,” I said aloud, “you secret freak.”
Without hesitation, I stripped off the lab coat, peeled off the world’s ugliest tighty-whities, and kicked Felix’s hideous loafers across the room.
I stepped into the thong.It hugged me like a lover who knew all my secrets.The gold shimmered under the fluorescent light, catching every contour, and every sinful curve.
