Page 366 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“Audrey,” Morgan said grimly, brushing off his hands and knees as he stood up. “I’m getting a little tired of falling down. You need to make up your mind. Do you want to follow the script and eventually get out of here, or would you rather stay stuck in this B-flick limbo” —he grabbed the front of her blouse and pulled her so close that they almost bumped noses— “with me for the rest of all time?”

“All right, all right!” she huffed.

He let her go and Audrey shook out the willies that touching her ‘boyfriend’ had caused. Straightening her shirt, she grudgingly went back to the school’s front steps to wait for the scene to repeat itself.

In the third attempt, she made it all the way up to the kiss with minimal effort, but the sight of his smirking mouth, puckering up and zeroing in on her own, had her acting up again. She grabbed his bottom lip in self-defense and held on tightly to it.

Trevor yelled. “Hey—ow!”

Audrey would as soon have ripped his lips off except that Morgan came up behind her and caught hold of her arm.

“Drop him,” he said sternly.

She obeyed, but grudgingly, and Trevor clapped his hands over his mouth and quickly ducked out of her reach.

“Waz the matter wiv ‘ou?” he demanded, cupping his injured mouth protectively.

“I can’t do this,” Audrey told Morgan. “I’m trying, but I just can’t.”

“‘Itch!” Trevor spat out. He stuck out his bottom lip, his eyes crossing as he tried to see the extent of the damage done to him without the aid of a mirror.

Morgan held up a finger. “Will you excuse us for just one quick second, please?” He took hold of Audrey’s arm and pulled her over to the flagpole to talk.

Trevor didn’t bother trying to stop them. He rubbed at his mouth. “Knock ‘ourseff ou’.” He turned to his cronies and pointed at his bottom lip. “Did you see that? Did you see what she did?”

“What part of the concept ‘stuck in this repeating universe for all eternity’ are you having a problem with?” Morgan demanded once they were far enough away to be considered alone.

“Hey!” She jerked her arm out of his grasp. “You want to get out of here so bad, you kiss him. He’d be more interested in you than me anyway.”

Folding her arms across her chest, she huffed indignantly.

Morgan only blinked at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, come on! Like you don’t know!”

“Know what? Aside from the fact that you’re not following the script, what’s there to know?”

She gave him a knowing look. “That’s Touch Collins.”

“So?”

“So, it’s not me he’s wanting to lock lips with. You’re standing in the direction his door swings anyway.”

Morgan stepped back from her. His hands went to his hips and, for a moment, he only stared at her. Finally, he said, “No, I’m not.”

Audrey gestured to where her ‘boyfriend’ was currently getting his mouth closely examined by a friend. “Touch Collins,” she said, as if the name alone should explain all.

Morgan looked from her to him, and then back again. “So? So Touch Collins is the actor, and he likes men. That means you can’t kiss him?”

“I don’t care if he likes men, women, or rutabagas,” Audrey said. “It doesn’t change the fact that he’s playing a mean character. If you want to move this scene along, then you kiss him. That’s all I’m saying.”

“My kissing him isn’t in the script.”

“Saved by the All-Mighty script. How convenient for you.”

Frowning, Morgan loomed closer to her. “Okay, let’s put this in a way that even someone as argumentative as you can understand. I have been here for fifty years; you have been here two days. When you have been here for fifty years, then you may say what you will and will not do in accordance with how this movie goes. Until then, you are going to do what I tell you to or, if you back me into that corner, then I will be more than happy to spank you at the beginning of each and every new scene, just to make sure you do them right. Now, do we understand each other?”

She glared at him, before forcing her mouth to curl into a very grim smile. “Perfectly.”

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