Page 367 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

The grey changed all around them, brightening.

“Close your eyes,” he said. “Pretend it’s Robert Redford.”

“Gross.”

The vacuum sucked them into the fourth ‘take’ of the scene.

This time she didn’t wait for Morgan to spill himself to the sidewalk. Instead, she made a beeline straight for Touch, reaching him just as Morgan was making his faithful and obligatory trip. She flung open her arms to engulf her surprised boyfriend in an overly-intimate embrace.

“Darling!” Audrey declared. Grabbing his shoulders, she jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist, and kissed him full on the mouth.

He even kissed like a two-dimensional black and white man. As she swept her tongue inside his mouth, the taste, texture and feel of him all seemed so very… well, grey. But she made herself do it, and when the entanglement of their lips finally did break, she was careful to keep her expression as sultry and beguiling as she knew how. That part of it was rather vindicating, actually. She’d always known, somewhere in the back of her mind, all those pre-prom hours spent practicing in front of her bedroom mirror would eventually pay off.

“Hi,” Touch gushed, swallowing her performance hook, line, and sinker. His hands settled around her waist, and one even dipped low enough to cup her bottom.

“Do you love me?” she asked him huskily, combing her fingers through his hair, much to the whooping amusement of the surrounding high school boys.

His hand squeezed her right bottom cheek and his breathing got a little heavier. “Gosh, yeah.”

Glancing back over her shoulder, Audrey looked at Morgan.

Already beginning to pick himself up off the ground, he stared warily back. In a low voice, he warned, “Don’t even think about it.”

She cocked an eyebrow at his arrogance and, even though she knew she shouldn’t, she turned back to Touch anyway. Pressing her breasts against his chest, she cooed, “Prove your love.” Unwrapping her legs, she climbed down off of him and indicated to Morgan with a toss of her head. “The spaz keeps threatening to hurt me. Beat him up.”

Touch, along with all his thug cronies, looked at Morgan.

“Shit,” Morgan said. He took off running with the schoolyard bullies in hot pursuit.

Audrey enjoyed her revenge for the rest of the scene. Of course, as the fifth take began, watching Morgan run wasn’t anywhere near as amusing once she realized the direction he was taking culminated in the very spot in which she was standing.

For the first time all morning, he hopped clean over Touch’s out thrust leg, shoving the bully to one side and kept right on coming. Straight at her.

Dropping her books, Audrey raced for the safety of the school.

Some boyfriend Touch turned out to be!

“Hey!” he shouted after them, but didn’t bother coming to her rescue. He only watched as they disappeared one after the other through the front school doors.

Audrey ran into the main office with Morgan only a scant few paces behind her. Flinging herself into the principal’s office, she tried to slam and lock the door, but he caught the edge of it in both hands, wedged his leg in the threshold and forced his way into the room.

“Excuse me!” the secretary shouted after them.

“Help!” Audrey screamed back, but Morgan slammed the door and locked it before anyone could come to her rescue.

“I am doing my damnedest to get along with you,” Morgan growled.

Ducking around the principal’s desk, she pointed at him. “Don’t you touch me!”

“I want to go home!” he snapped.

“So do I!”

“Then quit messing around!”

“Quit threatening me! It’s not my fault we’re stuck here!”

“Newsflash,” he said hotly. “It’s not my fault, either. But every time you screw up, all you do is ensure that we stay stuck here for this much longer.”

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