Liz had woken up today feeling the same as the day before; bored, unmotivated, and wanting nothing more than to get back to her sweet, sweet bed as soon as possible. She got up, put on her pants and white conservative blouse, her knee-high boots, and headed out the door. It was probably 9 fifteen, but she didn’t bother to take out her phone and look at the clock; She was probably already late, and like every day, she didn’t give a crap. The twerps could wait.
After a short drive along the highroad, she arrived at FLK University. She drove inside the gates and onto the faculty parking and got out. She could see some lecturers, not running, but hurdling to the courses building. The urge to look down on them in disdain was quickly dismissed, once she remembered how she’d used to hurdle, back when she was a mere lecturer. Not anymore. If her whole classroom lined up at the University principal’s office and asked to kick her out, their cries would go unheard. She was the Dean, and the students now needed to take whatever shit the Dean gave them.
She walked, as slowly as she could, to her class, and if the giant clock on the building’s door was accurate, had started almost twenty minutes ago.
She walked into the class room, and the students, like in a military school, all shut up at once. This kind of respect didn’t take only a high position, but a firm hand. After gaining a reputation for being “The queen of F’s” no student ever dared to as much look at her sideways. Who’d have known that the most rewarding aspect about being a dean was making the little twerps lives hell. Not her. She thought it would be the most joyous and rewarding job of all, to be a university lecturer. But after years of fighting with students, and yelling and sucking up to Deans and to parents and to—her worst nightmare—students, her love for teaching died, her love for students died, all what was left was a sulky attitude and an appetite for revenge.
She sat in her chair and gave the room a slow, and scornful scan, for no reason, except to make her class a bit nervous. That was when she saw it, an empty chair. One of her students was late; a smile crept on her mouth, realizing this wasn’t going to be another boring day. Most of her students knew her better by now. They knew that any disobedience or any lacking would result in either a failing, or, if the convicted had showed they had enough ass kissing power, she’d spare them. None of her students ever broke rules anymore, so today she’d make the most of this rare, welcomed occasion.
“Good morning clas—” She was interrupted by the door opening, even slamming open.
A girl of hers strode down the classroom, heading for her chair without giving Liz a glance.
“Excuse me,” she said, not loudly but sternly.
The girl looked her way, but didn’t stop for a second, and continued to her chair and sat. “Yeah.”
Liz scanned the girl with the brunette long hair from head to shoe, and failed to remember her name. She wore a black blouse, jeans, and black sneakers.
“What time is it,” Liz said coldly.
“Class time,” The girl said, seeming to resist adding a duh.
Some giggles erupted, for a split second before Liz’s gaze suppressed them down. “You’re late.”
“So, you’re late all the time prof.” The girl rolled her eyes with a smile. “I just saw you walk in.”
Was she new or something? Either that or she was dropping out someday soon and wanted to leave with a bang. Liz didn’t know what to say to that, and she felt her muscles tense. “What’s your name.”
“Ally.” The girl tilted her head, her smile obviously sarcastic now.
The student’s faces seemed as excited as Liz’s was tensed and as Ally’s was cold. Liz knew she wasn’t the only one that would appreciate the action that would happen here today. But for some reason, Liz didn’t feel comfortable pulling her come to my office card this soon. Something about the girl’s eyes, was having a strange affect her. She was, beautiful, to say the least, with her silky brunet hair and her…green, maybe hazel, she was too far to detriment her eye color. Liz hated beauty when it was paired with this kind of attitude. Maybe hated was the wrong word, more like feared.
“I don’t know if you’re new or something. But tardiness isn’t acceptable here. I expect you to be here 8 am sharp next lecture.” She said, having no trouble exercising her stern tone. “Understood.”
“Not new, and I will be here at 8, if you are here…at 8…sharp.” Ally raised her eyes, seeming bored with the whole exchange and taking out her text book.
She couldn’t let that slide. Liz had been around long enough to know, that if one little brat stepped out of line, soon, they all run out of line. “Ally.”
She didn’t respond, but merely raised her eyes.
“Come to my office after your last lecture today.” She said, looking straight into her eyes, and felt necessary to deliver her warning. “Or you’ll fail this class.”
She saw the girl’s eyebrows rise as Ohhhhs and aahhhs erupted across the classroom, before Liz shouted, “Silence.” They shut up. “All open your books on chapter 9.”
The students did just that, including Ally, who put one leg over the other and silently opened her textbook. Liz gave her lecture as same as every day, stopping every now and then to ask if there were any questions, and knowing that no one would take her up on the offer. She had stopped caring about her lecturing skills long ago. She’d just narrate whatever was written in today’s chapter, as coldly as she could, then give the students their assignments, then leave.
Along her lecturing, she’d look at the crowed every now and then, and her eyes would meet Ally’s. She had no idea why, but the stare that the girl gave her every time their eyes met put her at unease. None of her students looked at her like that. There was a sense of…contempt, in her cold look. Just another student, just another brat. Don’t let her get into your head, Liz thought. at the end of the day, you’ll put her in her place. She gave the girl a last quick scan from her brunet hair to her black sneaker as the girl dangled her foot in boredom.
The bell rang while Liz was in the middle of a point, and the students, remembering that the bell doesn’t dismiss you I dismiss you rule that Liz had imposed, didn’t dare move a muscle, except for one.
With scornful eyes, Liz watched Ally grab her textbook and walk out the door. She looked at the students who were expectedly watching her, waiting for a reaction. “You’re dismissed,” she said, feeling some of the power that her words usually caried slip away.
She snatched her purse and headed for her next lecture.
Along the day, she failed miserably in her attempt to get the brat out of her head. While giving her third and final lecture of the day, she stumbled over her speech more than once. And found herself searching the classroom carefully to see if Ally was in that lecture as well. Luckily, she wasn’t.
She was soon back in her office, where at first, she first relived, for her relief to be quickly replaced by anxiety. She sat there and graded some assignments to keep herself busy.
This wasn’t a new situation. On the contrary. A student had misbehaved, heavily, and needed to be corrected. She’d done this a hundred times, and each time she’d enjoyed it more than the one before. Then why the hell was she nervous now. There was a difference. The girl had showed no signs of accepting a scolding, let alone a debasing one like the Dean usually enjoyed giving.
The ones she enjoyed debasing the most were the girls, the pretty good dressers. The girls’ crimes ranged from getting a bad grade on an exam or an assignment, to missing lectures or wondering off in her class.
She would make them sit there, and make her intention to fail them bluntly clear so they knew what was at stake. Then she’d start. She’d belittle them, framing it all in a coat of concern for their future. She’d call them stupid and spoiled, and that they should pay better attention to their studies rather than prioritizing parties and social events, and their disgusting interest in their looks.
Some girls took it silently then promised to be better and thanked Liz for her effort. They knew how to suck-up, a skill that the Dean had taken advantage off by taking the girls’ numbers and making them fetch things for her every other day, like papers from professors, or to park her car closer to the building once a lot was free, and if she didn’t have anything important, she could always use a coffee without bothering with the trip. Some girls teared up under the insults, which made Liz feel bad enough to spare them the rest of her humiliating lecture and treatment but not bad enough to apologize. And some girls, of course, eventually, when her words were harshest, would tell her to go to hell and stomp their way out of her office. These were the girls that were more well-off and collage to them was just one of the ways they could go, with the other being their father’s company.
Finally, cutting her reassuring memories, the door knocked. That was a good sign, that she bothered to knock the door.
she straightened her back, making herself find a comfortable, confident position. “Come in,” she said.
The door opened and Ally walked in. She made her way to Liz’s disk and sunk herself into one of the two chairs, before rising her eyebrows, as if to say, “Mind telling me why I’m here.”
Not wanting to go straight into the subject, Liz said, “It’s four o’clock, is your schedule that packed. You’re first lecture was on eight and your last on three.”
“No,” Ally said bluntly. “I finished two hours ago, but wanted to catch up with my friends.”
“I see,” she said. Ally had already managed to get under her skin.
“Why am I here prof.” Ally sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Right there,” Liz said, seeing an opening. “Your attitude in class, your attitude in general, is unacceptable Ally.”
As if hearing something that amused and surprised her, Ally’s mouth curled into a smile as she slowly put one long leg over the other and leaned forward. “My attitude, is unacceptable? That’s rich of you to say.”
“What’s that supposed to mean.”
“You tell me,” she said with less amusement.
This wasn’t going well. Liz decided against making her threats so soon, as she fidgeted in her seat. “Ally, I would start speaking more respectfully if I were you.”
“I gotta be honest,” Ally shrugged. “I’m speaking to you with the maximum respect I can give to someone like you.”
“Ally,” Liz shouted despite herself. Not once in the long five years she’d sat in this chair had a girl managed to irritate her this much, this fast. Liz would shout when she felt she was losing control, and she needed to regain that control. “One more rude gesture, one more smart remark and I swear to god, I’ll fail you right here right now.”
Ally recoiled in her seat, her face tensed with shock. That threat did it.
“Understood?” Liz said.
“You’re gonna fail me for—” She was interrupted by an uncontrollable irritated shake of her head. “For what?”
“For bei—”
“You know when I registered for your class, I was so excited to meet you.” She said with narrowed eyes. The surprising sentence made Liz forgive the interruption. “When I heard that the course is being thought by a dean. Not many deans keep teaching after that promotion, but you did. And when they told me that you didn’t take shit from anybody and that you ran your class like a military base, I was more excited.”
The words dug deep into Liz’s heart. Many praised her ever since she’d become dean, but she knew those praises to be ingenuine, unlike the ones the girl who obviously didn’t like her gave now.
“So try to imagine my disappointment,” Ally said. “To come that first lecture and see this.” And she stretched her arms gesturing at Liz.
Liz took a deep breath.
“You always arrive late, and still somehow have the audacity to blister your students and demand that they arrive on time.” Ally said with uncontrollable anger as she counted on her fingers. “You give the most pathetic lectures I’ve ever attended since I stepped foot in this university. And you talk to us like you’ve got the biggest prom shoved u—” She managed to seal her mouth before finishing. She put a fake smile and reclined in her chair, trying to calm herself.
Liz wanted to say, anything, but the barrage of insults that the young girl had launched at her forbid her from opening her mouth. The logical thing to be done now was to fail her. She’d basically screamed at her like she was a misbehaving little brat, and Liz knew that if she would have the girl give her any respect, what she’d just done couldn’t go unpunished. But the terrifying fact was, that Liz was afraid to say a single word. She dreaded at the fact of telling Ally that she’d fail her, she dreaded what she would do in her irritated, fuming state.
“So,” Ally said, seeming more relaxed. “When you’re ready to become a decent, honorable dean and professor, worthy of her title, ask me here again and tell me to pay you more respect.” She uncrossed her legs and stood up, giving Liz a final reassuring nod. “Okay Liz?” She turned without waiting for an answer.
The steps that Ally started taking to the door felt like they were taking a decade. Liz couldn’t ignore this. The best-case scenario was her students seeing Ally arrive at class the next day, late, and realize that the Dean couldn’t tame her. And even if Liz forced the girl to respect the lecture time by doing so herself, that would be even worse. It would be obvious who schooled whom and corrected whose behavior. The worst-case scenario was Ally telling her friends what happened here, how she told the Dean off and how the Dean sat there and took it like an idiot. Rumors spread quickly, and everyone would believe them, given that Ally was still there, arriving at whatever time she pleased. Good luck gaining the respect of the students after that.
“Ally.” Liz said but it came as a weak pathetic whisper, that somehow got heard by the girl just before she reached for the doorknob.
She turned toward Liz with a sigh, carrying an empty expression.
Liz mustered up her courage, and spoke the words as confidently and firmly as she could, “Consider yourself failed.”
The empty expression on the girl’s face quickly changed to a hurt, shocked one. Her eyes widened, like she would never have anticipated to hear what she’d just heard. But the expression didn’t last for long, as a scorn got into Ally’s face as she took a step forward, and aimed her disgusted eyes at Liz. “You’re pathetic.”
Liz had heard worse. If this was the peak of Ally’s outrage before she was gone for good, then so be it. But Liz’s hope was cut short when Ally took another step, her body seemed too rigid. She looked like she would love nothing more than to lunge at Liz and beat the shit out of her. She wasn’t that stupid was she?
“Stay where you are young lady. There’re worse things than getting an F.” Liz warned. “Don’t do any…” she was interrupted by what she saw.
Almost effortlessly, Ally bent down, rising her foot up before slipping her shoe out of her foot, then throwing it at Liz, aiming and landing the shot right at her forehead. After hitting her, the black sneaker landed in her lap. Liz sat there motionless, as Ally gave her a last stare of pure disgust. She was more afraid than ever, but to her luck, Ally just turned on her socked heel then walked out the room.
Even after Ally left, Liz staid put, trying to breath steadily and regain her composer. She looked down and her eyes met the black shoe in her lap. She could have her expelled for that. She should get her expelled for that. Throwing her shoe at the Dean; who the heel did she think she was. Yet again, Liz did fail her—
But she was out of order. But I did act kind of hypocritically. Telling her she’s in trouble when I myself don—
Why the hell was she thinking about those things? Was it news to her that she was being a bitch to her students? She was always a hypocritical bitch, and she enjoyed it. GUILT! Really Liz. For the girl that just threw her shoe at you. Liz stared into the shoe with disgust, before grabbing the laces with the tips of her fingers and tossing it to the ground; there was an unpleasant smell erupting from it.
Having no more business, she stood and walked out of her office. The whole ride home, she had an uncomfortable feeling at the top of her stomach. It wasn’t just guilt. She’d felt guilt before, and it would leave her as soon as soon as she reached home. That didn’t happen this time. She took a bath then threw herself at her sofa, to lounge in front of the TV as she did every night, all the while the feeling stuck. For some reason she remembered her high school days, reluctantly. She was an A+ student from her first tell her last day. She hadn’t become Dean easily, she was smart, and a hard worker. Specifically, she remembered Norma and Tally, the two bitches who made her last year a living hell. They weren’t the most popular, nor the most beautiful, but they had a witty brain and a smart mouth, that somehow never failed to give insults. A teacher’s pet, they called her, and had the rest of her class calling her that too. Because of them, she was never able to speak confidently or answer a teacher’s question in class again, cause every time she did, they’d have some mean, clever insult to blast her with and shut her up. She shook her head, shaking the memories out before she’d think about her humiliating fight with them. She reminded herself that they were probably working in some strip club or some fast-food chain now. They were stupid, and didn’t have enough beauty to compensate for that.
But she’d done alright herself; she had been and still was, relatively attractive. Sure she’d gained some weight here and there, but looking at her body now it was still hot, better than most women in their late thirties.
She tried to focus on the show again. She managed to do so for a while, before Ally jumped into her view again, with the disgusted gaze she’d given her last, before storming out of her office with one shoe.
Was that why she couldn’t kick her out of her head. Did she remind her of them? They were brunets, but Ally was ten times more attractive than them. Her blue eyes fitted perfectly in her Caucasian skinned face. She was a beauty, she had to give the rude bitch that, she was a beauty, face and body. Now why the fuck are you thinking about her face and body Liz? She grabbed one of her bellows and shoved her face in it.
She sat up and stormed to her bedroom. Seeing no hope to enjoy whatever she was watching; she threw herself in bed and tried to sleep. Whatever it was, guilt or shame, nothing a nap wouldn’t fix.
She woke up two hours later, and the nap didn’t fix a thing, cause the first thought that entered her mind when she woke up, was Ally’s sneaker. It suddenly became an anxious thought that it was there lying in her office. Why? She had no idea, but it was an anxious thought. Tomorrow she’d throw it out. If the brat wanted it, she shouldn’t have hit her with it in the first place.
The next day at work, during her lecture, Liz found herself constantly eyeing the classroom door. She must’ve waited for ten minutes for the door to open and for Ally to walk through it, before remembering that she wasn’t coming. Looking at her students now, a renewed gust of cold guilt ran through her. She looked at the girls. They were a second-year student. They, like Ally, were the same age that her daughter would’ve been, if she had one; maybe younger in a few years. Ally was someone’s daughter, making it through life through hard work. And she’d just failed her for, basically, her personal enjoyment.
You don’t know that. she could be a lousy student for all you know. Liz decided to go and look up Ally’s grade in the last exam as soon as the lecture ended.
The bill rang, she dismissed her students and walked to her office. To her shock, she ran into Ally in the way there. The girl was walking alone, when her and Liz’s eyes met. The girl looked concisely making the decision to keep a bland face, but a hint of her contempt showed, making Liz shake slightly and fasten her pace. Upon entering her office, and when she made it to her disk, she was greeted with the black sneaker laying there beside her chair. She kicked it aside with her foot and sat in her chair. She took out the papers for the last exam she’d given, and started rummaging through them. When she finally made it to Ally’s paper, a disappointed look crept to her face. Ally had an A-; which would be an A+ if any other professor in this university was the one grading that test, as Liz had always taken it too hard in grading papers. She threw the papers back in the disk and reclined in her chair.
Instinctively her eyes made their way down, to eventually find themselves meeting the sneakers. It was as if it was taunting her. She raised her hand and lightly touched the bruise on her forehead.
Suddenly she was back in high school again. She’d just walked after Tally and Nora to the bathrooms. She stood in front of them, stomped her foot on the ground and told them to leave her alone. When they laughed it off and gave her one of their smart insulting remarks, she pushed Nora against the wall and called her a bitch. Big mistake that was. She remembered how Nora pined her in a head-lock and how Tally started punching her until she cried. It was the day she’d found out she couldn’t beat a pigeon in a fight, and that she had the physical tolerance of a baby. They made her beg them to stop, and they left her on the bathroom floor curling in a ball of tears.
That was two months before graduation, and those two months have been the worst in Liz’s life. When Tally and Nora cornered her in Gym class the next day and gave her two notebooks, instructing her to solve their assignment, she didn’t bother resist. She knew that she’d either do what she was told or be beaten, and the reward was that they wouldn’t take it hard on her in class anymore. They kept their word, and they milked her word for all what it was worth. She did their assignments, and at dinners they sat there like princesses while she grabbed their food. She convinced her mother to swing by their house, which wasn’t far away from hers, and give them a ride to school with Liz every day; at least they made sure to be nice to her while they were in the car.
Those two months had proved to her that she was a wimp. And that clarified something, that since she was too weak to stand up to those bitches in that way, she had better reach a position in her life, where she wouldn’t have too, where power would be hers, no matter how much smart witted insults someone threw at her.
She felt her knees weaken, as she sunk to the ground, crawling the short couple of steps that were between her and Ally’s shoe; the girl she was punishing. She couldn’t explain it. She couldn’t think of a single reason why her shivering hands grabbed that shoe. She just sat on her knees and held it, resting it on her lap. A sickening urge inside her made her raise it to her face, and hold its opening an inches away from her nose. A light foot smell erupted from it; that didn’t compel her to move it away, but to move it closer. She’d been barely breathing up until that point, but now she took a deep sniff, allowing the girl’s foot smell to smoother her nostrils and enter her lungs. She took another sniff, imagining Ally standing over her, giving her that disgusted look, like she was a piece of scum.
Waking up, and realizing what she was doing, she threw the shoe aside, as forcefully and as far as she could. You can’t apologize to a shoe Liz. Unable to imagine what Ally would think if she’d seen what she had been doing, Liz took a deep, fresh breath, and stood up. She’d made three choices: apologize to Ally, and tell her that she wasn’t going to fail her. Return the damn sneaker. And make it up to her.
She put the shoe in her bag then rushed into her bathroom to give her face a quick splash of water. She walked to her next lecture.
The next day Liz didn’t have any lectures, and so spent half of it trying to locate Ally’s house. She called dorm’s management, only to find that Ally didn’t live in the dorms. She looked at her Facebook page, and after superficial investigation, found nothing. She ended up calling the University’s student affairs, and asking for the girl’s number. She decided to take her last resort and call her, ask her where she lived.
Sat on her sofa, Liz grabbed her phone in one hand, the paper she’d jotted the number on in the other, and froze. She took a couple of deep breaths, trying to muster up the courage to start. She dialed. The phone rang for a minute, which Liz spent fretting and biting a nail.
Ally’s voice came through. “Hello.”
Liz took a breath then said. “Hey.”
“…Who is this?”
“Huh.” Liz snickered nervously. “It’s…it’s Liz.”
“Liz who—oh” The coldest oh that Liz had ever heard.
Liz waited, but the other end had went silent. “…How are you.”
“I’m…huhu.” Ally snickered. “I’m good.” She said, obviously waiting for her to get to the point.
“You forgot your, ahh,” Liz said, privately cringing at herself. “Your shoe, in my office.”
She could almost see the shocked face that the girl on the other line had. She didn’t forget her shoe, she threw it, straight at her face, and then walked out without it. She would give anything to know what the Ally was thinking now.
“I did?” Ally said. “I can swing by your office tomorrow; I can take it from you then.”
“That could work,” Liz said. “Or, I can…are you home now.” She said, already thinking about a possible excuse to personally deliver her shoe to her.
“Yeah,” Ally said, confused. “I’m home.”
“Maybe, I can come over, and give it to you,” she said. “I have a visit, near your area anyway, so I thought…you know. I can come by.” She had no idea where her area was, but she hoped Ally wouldn’t focus on that.
After a long silence, Ally said, “Sure, why not. I’ll send you my location.”
“Great.” Liz said, making sure not to show any of her excitement.
“Alright, see you then. And thank you, for…” Ally seemed to resist a giggle. “Holding on it for me, or whatever.”
“My pleasure,” she said, then looked up the celling almost cursing at her stupid answers. “I’ll swing by soon.”
Ally ended the call. Liz threw her phone aside, leaned her head back against the sofa’s back and took a long-needed breath. Afraid that she would start overthinking the whole thing and end up giving up, she lunged to her feet and went to get dressed. She wore a casual pair of jeans, and a purple, turtleneck sweater, and her black flats. She didn’t want to look too formal.
She checked the location; it was an hour-and-a-half drive. The long drive made her think one last time why was she about to travel one and a half hours to return a girl her smelly sneaker. Cause it’s the right thing to do that’s why? She hissed at herself, denying to have any other…agendas.
She grabbed her purse, in which was the shoe, then got out of the house, into her car, and started driving.
On the high road, while she had nothing to do other than focus on the horizon, she found herself thinking of Ally, the way she talked, the way she spoke to her in the office, calling her out, the disgusted look she’d given her. She’d looked at her like she was…disappointed. She looked cute disappointed, Liz thought. How she had slipped her shoe out so effortlessly and managed to land her shot at her forehead.
It was hard to live under two bullies’ thumps for so long and still be the same when they set you free. Liz had wrestled with the idea for too long, then accepted it; they’d done something to her. During those months that she’d spent basically being their bitch, every night, she had trouble sleeping. She’d lay there in bed for hours, and couldn’t help but think about the things they’d said to her, the insults and the remarks and their dumb jokes. She’d think about how she stood there like an idiot and took it. One thing she’d found to work in making her go to sleep, was thinking about it, differently. She found herself romanticizing it, sexualizing it. She’d masturbate while she fantasized about them standing above her, calling her a dumb bitch, and an ugly cow.
Thankfully, those fantasies had only started at the end of the year, a couple of weeks before they’d departed, to not see each other ever again. They had left, but the fantasies stayed, ever so slightly.
Driving up to that girl’s house now, Liz knew that a part of what she hoped to gain was a sliver of that fantasy coming to life. But she liked to believe that this was a tiny part, compared to the real reason, which was doing the right thing: Apologize, and give the girl her shoe back.
She was soon in the girl’s neighborhood, and it was…not the worst neighborhood she’d seen. It was alright. She found the house and parked in front of it. It was a one-story house, nothing special. It has a small yard on its left, and looked quite neglected, nothing compared to her three-story villa and her big garden. Bet Tally and Nora lived in houses like that.
She walked up the porch and stood at the door, fretting at the decision she was about to make. She knew why she was here; she knew what she wanted, and she dreaded the fact that she might soon get it. She shook her head, and knocked. Some anxious seconds passed before she heard footsteps behind the door. It opened, and the girl that hadn’t left Liz’s thoughts ever since she’d met her stood in front of her. She wore a white t-shirt, and a gray stretch-knit pajama pants that reached just below the knee, and fluffy slippers and white ankle socks. Liz raised her eyes from the girl’s slippers to meet her blue eyes that stared at her questionably.
“Hey,” Liz said.
“Hey.” Ally smiled, before nodding slowly.
Not seeing any signs of Ally welcoming her in, Liz held up her purse and took the shoe out of it, before offering it to Ally.
Ally took it silently, doing her best not to let that smile escalate into a giggle. “Thanks.” She stood there and threw it to the side.
Both women stayed silent for a moment, Liz didn’t know what to do other than standing there and looking at Ally with a stupid smile on her face, hoping she’d eventually have some manners. I just drove 300 miles to deliver you your damn shoe, invite me in, brat.
Ally just stared at her questionably, as if she was trying to figure out what the woman wanted, as if to know if she’d really driven this far for this trivial task. After ten more seconds, she raised her eyebrows. “You wanna come in.”
“I guess, why not,” Liz said, containing her excitement. She walked in, giving the room a quick scan. Her eyes were assaulted by what she saw. At college, she considered her roommate to be a missy pig, but looking at Ally’s living room, Liz roommate was a neat freak. The living room was casually furnished, one brown sofa with a brown armchair beside it, in front of them was a coffee table then a medium-sized wooden TV stand. On the sofa was a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, on the arm chair were some papers, some of them crumpled some of them not, on the coffee table were a couple bags of chips and a soda along with some dirty coffee mugs. She had white carpet, stained on more places than one. Multiple pairs of sneakers and flip-flops were scattered here and there.
Pig, she thought. “Nice place,” she said.
“Didn’t know that deans knew sarcasm.” Ally walked to her armchair then crashed onto it.
“Hmm.” Liz stood at the door, not knowing what to do.
“Make yourself at home.” Ally rolled her eyes, seeming sick of Liz’s awkwardness.
Liz smiled nervously then sat at the sofa, taking the liberty to push Ally’s pants away, and getting a little hot over it. Ally looked at her, waiting patiently, the sole of one slippered foot resting against the armchair, the other resting on the ground by the heel rocking impatiently. Ally waited, and when Liz showed no signs of starting a conversation, she said, “It’s usually not that messy.” She gestured around the place, twirling her brunette hair around her fingers. “it’s the end of the week, and I usually tidy up on weekends, meaning tomorrow.”
“Oh.” Liz nodded, looking around with unimpressed eyes.
“Don’t look so appalled now.” The girl smirked. “Not all of us can get maids.”
“Hey…” Liz protested, but quickly shut up. She did have a maid. “Whatever.” She smiled. “Between university and, I don’t know if you work, it’s understandable.”
“I do work, actually, part time.” Ally said, sounding a bit passive aggressive. “Took two days off to study for your exam on Saturday,” she gave a fake smile. “Those two days off went to waist, thanks to someone.”
Liz’s eyes went downwards with shame. The girl was doing her best to be polite, despite her more-than-deserved hate. She was living in a bad neighborhood, had to work a part time job with all her studies, and now she had to deal with Liz’s crap. “That’s…actually why I’m here.”
The girl’s tongue pushed against her cheek, waiting for her to continue.
Liz continued, “I’m not failing you.” She said and waited for a reaction, that never came. The girl just looked at her. “I came here to apologize.”
“Did you now,” she said. She didn’t look pleased, not upset, but not pleased either, just…indifferent.
“Yeah.” Liz said. “It was, unreasonable of me and I acted—”
“I know,” she said. “I was there.” She sighed and reclined in her chair, as if to try to control an outburst. She extended her legs forward on the ground, crossing her ankles and put her hands behind her head. Her body was trying to relax but her blue eyes seemed angry.
“What…” Liz said. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said roughly. “Is that all?”
She understood her. Ally obviously wanted to give her a piece of her mind but was too afraid, given that the last time she did so she got an F. The respect that Liz had fought for before was standing in the way now. “Speak freely, Ally. I’m here to make it up to you. I’m not gonna try to hurt you.”
“I would’ve studied.” Ally threw her arms in the air. “I would’ve studied for the damn exam in those last two days. Thanks to you now I don’t have time, and the house is a mess.” She gave the coffee table in front of her a light kick.
“Well…” Liz said. “Don’t worry. I will take it easy with my grading.”
Ally gave her a brief, fake smile, showing some of the disdain Liz was slowly getting intoxicated by, then rolled her eyes in irritation. She was an excellent student. In Ally’s mind, she wouldn’t need her help, if Liz hadn’t pulled that crap. Sensing an opportunity, and getting hot and bothered by the girl’s aggressive, slightly dismissive attitude, Liz fretted about whether or not to say her next line.
“Or maybe…” Liz said. “Maybe I can help you in some other way.”
Ally looked at her again with narrowed eyes. “Yeah?”
“I can…” She took breath. “I can, help around the house…”
Ally’s surprised reaction didn’t help Liz’s anxiety. She looked like she heard what she least expected.
“You know.” Liz fidgeted. “I can, tidy up the place, so you can study.”
Ally still silent, her eyes still confused, but her mouth slightly curled into an amused smile, she straightened her poster, like she wanted to get what was being said right.
“That is of course, if you don’t want me to just, give you special treatment in the exam.” She made sure to use the word special treatment, hoping that the words would make her feel weak if she took the first offer.
“You…” Ally finally spoke. “Want to…tidy up.” She looked around the catastrophic apartment. “This place…my place.”
Liz smiled and looked around with a smile, showing it off as it was nothing. “Yeah, why not. It’s not that bad really.” She looked at her again.
The girl’s face was beyond baffled, and was equally amused. For a second, her narrowed blue eyes looked like they were studying Liz, trying to figure her game out. trying to figure out the Dean’s gain from cleaning this girl’s stinking apartment. If only she knew. She’d never expect that what the thirty-six-year-old dean was getting from cleaning this girl’s apartment, was…cleaning this girl’s apartment, and the embarrassment that came with it. “What do you say,” Liz said.
The girl smiled while holding her arms in the air, as if giving up on realizing the Deans intent. “I mean, can’t say no to that.” She got to her feet, and stood in the middle of the living room, taking a look around her mess, that the dean was supposed to fix. “So, you’ll clean this room.”
“Yeah.” Liz nodded vigorously.
Ally’s hands got to her hips, as a confident smile made it to her face. “What about the kitchen, and my room.”
Liz felt a tingle at the sight in front of her. Ally standing above her like that, testing how much she could push her. “Sure, those too.” She wanted to get it through to her. You can push me far Ally.
The girl’s face lightened up, like she’d spotted a prize. She pursed her lips standing on foot and resting the other by her toes, then said with an intentionally, slightly spoiled tone. “What about the bathroom.”
“You’re pushing it.” Liz said, feeling like she should put up a small fight, even though the suggestion made her gush. Imagining herself on her knees, scrubbing away at the dirty bathroom tiles of this beauty, with her towering above her—she shook her head, not wanting to lose herself into fantasies while Ally was right in front of her.
“I mean, a girl must have a clean bathroom. It’s good for my…” Ally couldn’t resist her giggle and maintain a demanding attitude. “Studying mentality, or whatever, I have to insist.”
“Okay,” Liz said. “Whatever you say.”
“Okay.” Ally giggled. She walked towards the kitchen and opened some drawers. “I think you’ll find everything you need here.” She looked back toward Liz, who was still sitting on her place at the sofa. “Guess I’ll go inside and study then. I’ll check up on you later, prof.” She said her last word with a slight, mocking wiggle of her head.
Liz could only nod, and Ally went inside shaking her head and smiling, allowing Liz to throw herself back on the sofa’s backrest. She looked up at the ceiling, trying to get the tension that had been building in her limps to leave. She took a look at the room she was to clean. It would probably take her more than an hour, maybe less, maybe a lot more, she had no way of knowing, as she hadn’t cleaned her own apartment for years; but she was going to clean the apartment of a girl she barely knew, an attractive, confidant girl. Never in her life had Liz coherently wanted and feared something that much. She was the Dean. What would anyone say if they saw what she was about to do. But no one would see, Ally would tell no one. How do you know that? She didn’t know that. She didn’t know if Ally would keep all of this to herself or if she’d brag about it in the middle of her next lecture. And that was exactly why Liz needed to get up and get to work, she knew she wanted to do this, she knew she’d do it no matter what, what was the point of fretting about what it would escalate to.
She got up slipped her feet out of her flats and put them on near the door. She got a bag from the kitchen, deciding to start with the garbage that was thrown all over the room. She picked up one piece of trash after the other, bags of chips, cartoon coffee cups, soda cans, a pizza box. She fixed the cushions and dusted off the coffee table and the station, then started picking up the shoes. Flats and flip-flops and sneakers. Seeing no shoe closet she assorted them beside the door, taking her sweet time in putting every single pair, like she was handling something important. She resisted the urge to repeat what she did in her office. Not that Ally would see her or anything, but smelling her shoe, while the girl was basically right there in her room, made it all the more real, humiliating, wrong. She passed a flip-flop past her noes quickly and sat it back quicker, then got up.
She went to the kitchen, relieved that it only needed a quick mobbing here and there, with some plates needing a wash. She finished up, then walked to the corner of the living room to take a wide-scale view of her work. This is pretty good, not too bad for Lizzy. She smirked. The before and after picture were incomparable. She tried not to think of the disappointment that while she cleaned up, Ally hadn’t checked up on her once. She was hopping that she’d come out once or twice, and…maybe, give her pointers or something, or just…an affirming remark, like: good work, keep it up. But she didn’t bemoan on Ally neglecting her that much. She knew that even if her mind gushed at the idea, there was no knowing how it would feel if Ally did do all of that.
She looked at the corridor, feeling her next task taunting her from a distance. Was she really going to clean the girl’s bathroom? She looked to the kitchen, seeing an opportunity to delay the demeaning task, and get an excuse to go check on Ally.
She walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She got out some milk, some eggs, and everything else necessary for making a crepe. She started making it, trying not to think of how all of this was making her feel like a mom. She poured a glass of milk then walked to Ally’s room. She stood there for a second, with her hands full with a glass of milk and a plate of crepes. She took a deep breath, then kicked the door lightly a couple of times.
“…Come in.” Ally shouted from inside.
She pushed the handle down with her elbow then pushed the door open.
She blushed with pride at Ally’s shocked eyes and widening smile. Ally was sitting Indian style on her bed with a text book in her lap, her slippers by her bed. “What did you do.” Ally said with a high-pitched snicker.
“Made you…a snack.” Liz smiled politely and walked into the room. She looked at Ally, not knowing where to put them.
“Give me.” Ally reached her hands, the confused smile still on her face. She put the plate down on the bed and held the milk in her hand. “Crepe and milk, what am I ten,” she said.
“Sorry.” Liz looked disappointed. “I…I didn’t know what you liked.”
Ally looked more surprised. “Geez, I’m joking. These are fine,” She cut out a piece of crepe with her fork and took a bite. “Emm. These are good.” she said through a mouthful. “Good job.”
“Thank you.” Liz blushed, taking the liberty to sit on the bed beside her.
Liz tried not to fidget as she sat there, her hands in her lap like a shy little girl, while Ally ate a couple more bites and drank some of her milk, all the while looking at Liz with her studying eyes. While she was being examined, Liz couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty beside her, as this was the closest they had ever been to each other. How did she look so vibrant, with her bland gray pajama pants and t-shirt?
Ally raised an eyebrow, probably sensing that the Dean was looking at her weirdly, before she said, “Well, since you’re here, you can start on my room.”
She didn’t know if it was a joke, a tease, or an order, and she didn’t care. She nodded then got up. The room was no tidier than the rest the house. Liz ignored the surprised smile Ally’s face held at seeing her get up at command, and got to work. She gave it a quick scan. Clothes were everywhere, books where everywhere, more on her table there were more dirty carton and glass coffee cups, flip-flops and shoes and socks were everywhere. She looked at the laundry basket in the open wall-closet, it was practically stacked, with some leggings hanging out of it. The leggings made Liz imagine Ally in leggings, a picture she would very like to see but couldn’t think of now as Ally was watching her with hawk eyes.
She started picking up the clothes from the ground, and piling them up on top of the already stuffed basket. Walking up to every item of cloth then stooping repeatedly to pick it up proved tiring, so she sunk to her knees. The room wasn’t that big, so she started crawling, now from one sock to another, gathering them between her arm and her chest. Consequently, she was hit with the unsavory smell of Ally’s sweat. While she crawled around, she thought if this was how a mother would spoil her daughter. Did they spend their day slaving away like that, picking after their teenage daughters while they sat above them on the bed? She made sure not to look in Ally’s direction while she thought about it. Whatever the look she was giving her while she crawled around after her socks, Liz didn’t want to see it. And she ought to stop comparing the girl to a daughter; it made the situation, if possible, even creepier.
While picking up a blue sock near the bed, Liz took a random look up, and her eyes froze upon noticing Ally’s eyes transfixed on her, her mouth still chewing on her crepe. Her eyes had a sense of…finality in them, as if to adjust to a new reality. Liz just froze in her spot, looking up at the girl towering above her. It felt right to look at her from such a position, it made her sharp features and blue eyes even more glorious, if possible, even more commanding.
She felt like she was asking her. “Why are you doing this. What’s in it for you.” The girl wasn’t stupid. She knew Liz wasn’t that nice. She had to be milking her brain, wondering about what outrages reason the Dean of her university might have, to be crawling in her bedroom collecting her dirty socks. Her sigh and the widening of her eyes suggested that she was too tired to think about it anymore. She gave up. Liz saw her give her a final look, before Ally rolled her eyes and got back to her crepe. Liz looked down, feeling a bit of shame, however not knowing why exactly, before she gathered the rest of the socks and shoved them in the basket, the combined smell of dirty clothes and the warmth of them against her arm made her hot, like she was being assaulted with all the fragrances of her adored. She finished tidying up the basket quickly then got away from it, feeling unsafe to stay near it.
“Take this one too.” She heard Ally say from behind her.
She looked back. Ally didn’t look at her, she wasn’t offering her anything in her hand. She was about to ask her what she was talking about when she noticed her white-socked-foot was dangling over the bed, stretched in her direction.
She didn’t expect the first order to be this blunt, this rude. She wasn’t even looking at her. She just offered her foot like a spoiled little brat and expected her to take off her sock for her, like she was some kind of servant that would crawl around her room picking her dirty socks for her. Fuck.
Like she’d expected, an order from Ally felt humiliating, and yet so damn good. She so much wanted to tell her “Fuck off.” and “Yes Ma’am” at the same time.
Should she comply, to this rude, smug demand. She sat there on the ground and thought, while eyeing the socked-foot extended towards her. The leg was dangling and the thigh rested on the bed, so only the top of her foot showed. Maybe she should just tell her to piss off.
Liz’s shoulders slouched, as she stopped pretending to herself like her decision wasn’t already made, especially after Ally gave her foot a slight wiggle to hurry her up. She crawled towards her, then with a gentle movement as if handling a baby, with one hand on her ankle and one under her sole, she lifted the foot up to her eye level. Ally gave a faint giggle, that made Liz’s shivering heart feel weaker. There was nothing like a girl almost half your age ordering you to do something then mocking you for doing it. Liz eyes stared at the sole of the girl’s socked foot. It looked dirty, its white fabric stained with spots of dark, sweat spots. Not thinking, she took a deep breath, that filled her nostrils with a tormenting stench. Wanting to get this over with, as it was hurting her as much as it excited her, she slipped her fingers between Ally’s ankle and her dirty sock, and pulled off. She paused, holding the sock in her hand and looking up at Ally, waiting for the princess to present the other foot from under her ass; she never did. Ally put her plate aside on the bed and sipped on the last of her milk and looked at her, with no expression.
“Ally,” she said.
“What.” Ally narrowed her eyes. “OH.” She looked up and smiled, obviously acting as she’d just remembered.
Aren’t I humiliating myself enough for you?
Ally lifted herself slightly and allowed her other foot to escape from under her, then presented it with…unintentional force, accidently bumping Liz’s chin. Liz ignored it, and so ignored the tormenting smile Ally was giving her. She just looked at the foot and took the sweaty sock off.
“In the hamper.” Ally said casually, pointing at the wall-closet.
In the hamper, I know in the damn hamper. The girl was already having fun ordering her around needlessly. This was a bad sign. Liz still didn’t know how far she wanted this thing to go.
She put the socks in the laundry basket, then made sure to stand. She had spent enough time crawling around. She needed to regain some of her strength. If she gave away freely to this urge of hers, and to that smirking brunet that had just showed she was more than willing to take advantage of it, she’d end up giving the girl pony rides around the house. That sound’s exciting—she shook her head. She looked at Ally, who was looking at her with a smirk, like she was slowly understanding the fight that was waging inside her.
“Anything else, Ma’am.” She said with a chuckle, trying to make some of it out as a joke, but to her terror, Ally didn’t laugh, even her smirk diapered, replaced by a confused face that was appalled by what it was witnessing. Ally shook her head slightly.
With her muscles tensed, Liz grabbed the plate and the empty milk glass then walked out the room. She washed them in the kitchen, while thinking about what she should do now. The fact that there was one more task on her agenda didn’t pass by her, but she wasn’t sure that she wanted to do it; she had enough, at least for now. She prepared herself to leave. She walked back to Ally’s room, and peered through the already open door. Ally wasn’t doing anything, she was just sitting there, staring at the ground from her spot on the bed, like she was thinking.
“Ally,” Liz said.
Ally looked up startled. “Yeah?”
“Think I’ll head out.” She said, praying that Ally wouldn’t make any further requests.
Ally ran two fast palms through her hair then nodded. “Okay. I’ll see you later.”
Liz nodded and gave a faint smile, before walking out to the living room, putting her shoes, then leaving. This was a bad decision. Coming here was a bad decision.
She was the damn Dean. That’s a position she’d worked for most of her life, and her most motivating drive in working for it had been so that she wouldn’t have to take shit from anyone, least of all a college girl in her early twenties.
But that feeling that she had in there. From the moment she had walked in till the moment she’d left; she hadn’t felt like that in a while. And the tingle in her stomach and spine, while she looked up at Ally, and saw her sharp features, her blue eyes gazing down; that, she had never felt. The image of the girl sitting on the bed above her was still fresh in her mind. The smell of her foot was still, somehow lingering under her nose. The disgusted look, the disappointed look, all the appalled looks that Ally had to give still taunted her.
Heading home, she wished for one thing: that she’d have the power to not come here ever again. And at the same time, somehow, she already knew, that her wish would go unfulfilled.
Two days later:
It was the day of the exam. Liz woke up. The fact of her having to go to work had always bored her. She usually wanted to stay in bed. Not today though. Today, as soon as she opened her eyes, she was filled with tremendous excitement, and a greater amount of dread. She was going to see Ally again. Immediately determining that no amount of worrying or thinking would change the outcome, that eventually she’d go put on her clothes and go to her job, whether she liked it or not, she just did it.
She was soon at the university. She walked into her classroom, and her eyes immediately started searching for Ally. She wasn’t there yet. She was late. Great.
The Class had no idea on whether or not she’d show up. They hadn’t yet known the outcome of their little talk. They didn’t have to wait long, as Ally walked into the classroom a minute after her. She’d again broken her rule and arrived after her. She looked at the students and saw that they were waiting for a reaction, that would never come. It wouldn’t take long for this to start having an effect on her lectures, she thought.
“Wow,” Ally said while sitting in her chair. “You’re here one time. That’s a nice surprise.”
Liz muscles tensed, unable to say her magical line that she would usually shut-up a student with. “Just…” she tried to think of something smart to say, or even a normal respond, then ended up saying, “Yeah well.” She avoided looking at the eighty-something girls and boys in front of her; she didn’t want to see any shocked faces and she didn’t want to see any smirks so she avoided looking at Ally who sat in the first row.
“Ready for the exam?” she said.
The class had their exam, then started heading out of the classroom one by one. Liz didn’t know if it was intentional or not, but Ally stayed until the last minute. The room was soon empty, except for the two of them. Liz sweated in her chair, watching Ally solve her exam, holding a pin in one hand and twirling her long hair with the other and dangling her foot. She wore a long sleeve white sweater and black jeans, and the same Sneaker she’d wore three days prior, the same one she’d thrown, the same one Liz had driven one and a half hours to return.
Liz eyes randomly looked up from Ally to notice the clock. It was 9:50; The exam’s period had already ended. It had ended ten minutes ago. She was supposed to tell the girl to stop solving and take her paper, but she didn’t dare move from her seat. Instead, her eyes anxiously darted between Ally and the door, dreading the fact that someone might peer in and see that Ally was still writing. The next five minutes felt like hell. What if someone walked in?
She took a nervous look at Ally, who then looked at her, blankly at first, to then wear a knowing smile. As if to irritate her further, she gave a giggle, shaking her head while getting her focus back to her paper. Liz crossed her arms defensively and pursed her lips. For a moment, she thought about storming up then stomping her way down to Ally and snatching the paper from under her hands, but the thought staid a thought. She sat there while Ally put some final touches. Finally, Ally stood up then made her way to her with the paper. She silently put the paper on the disk, blew the Dean a kiss, then walked out the classroom.
Liz gave the paper a quick scan, not in the mood to give it a rigorous grading, before her eyes widened at the bottom of the second page. Down there at the bottom, was a drawing. The drawing didn’t resemble anything, it was just…random, beautifully aligned lines inside lines. Liz held herself from shouting, upon realizing that for the last, probably ten minutes, that she’d spent in a nervous wreck, Ally wasn’t solving, but drawing. Was she just messing with her. She was wasn’t she. A knowing look of defeat slowly showed on the Deans face, as she realized that Ally was simply testing her. Ally had wanted to see if the Dean would be too afraid to demand that she give her paper up when the time was up. And Liz didn’t disappoint. She shoved the papers in her purse, then went to her next lecture. As it seemed, Liz didn’t have to resist taking any initiative in further escalating the relationship. Even if she wanted to be done with Ally, Ally had clearly shown that she had no intention of being done with her.
The week passed, to Liz’s surprise, casually. Ally showed up on time, Liz showed up on time. Ally didn’t say anything out of order during any of her lectures. It was as if there was nothing going on. Had she lost interest, Liz thought, with a hint of relief, and a ton of disappointment. Maybe she was waiting for her to make a move. But that didn’t sound like her. There was no way Ally would be afraid to make a move now, not after what she’d seen the Dean do.
Liz got an answer to her questions the day before the weekend. It was a day off for her, and she was sat at home, when her phone beeped. She muted the TV, put down her sandwich then grabbed her phone hastily. A message. She opened it. It was a picture. Her mouth went dry as she took in its details. It was a picture of Ally’s living room, that she’d taken while setting in her armchair stretching her feet forward and crossing them at the ankles. She was wearing pink pajama pants and black socks. And in front of her, what Liz thought was the point of the picture, a freaking big mess. The picture didn’t have a caption, and no message followed it. With a wavering heart, Liz waited more, and still no message followed.
What…WHAT. What is she expecting, for me to just receive this shit and run along to her house like some kind of maid? She couldn’t be that full of herself. And even if she were, I can’t be that easy. Fuck her. F-u-c-k h-e-r.
Liz got up and rushed to her bedroom to put her clothes on. You’re pathetic. She thought as she shoved her legs into her jeans. Has anyone told you that before…other than Ally.
She finished wearing her clothes and rushed out the door and into her car. When she got there, she realized that she’d made the trip half-an-hour faster than last time. She rushed up the porch, then made sure to stand there for a second and take a breath. The only thing more pathetic than showing up here so fast would be her showing up while panting like a sprinting dog anxious for its treat. She straightened up, then knocked.
To her delight, she heard aggressive running steps rushing towards that door for a second before it stopped. She smiled, realizing that the girl was as excited as her for what was happening. Still, being exited to be waited on hand-and-foot was understandable, being excited about being the one doing the waiting wasn’t.
The door opened, and Ally showed behind it. Liz was relieved that the girl didn’t act like she was surprised to see her here, that she spared her the embarrassment of explaining what was already clear enough.
“Come in.” Ally lazily steeped to the side, bearing a smile. “That was fast, what did you fly here.” She chuckled.
“Huh.” Liz snickered nervously.
“I just returned from work.” Ally threw herself in her armchair. “I looked at all the mess and thought…” She looked up in a wondering state. “‘is it possible that the kind Dean would be kind enough to do me another favor.’”
“Yeah?” Liz said, wondering what to respond. She liked the excuse that Ally was proposing: she was just being a kind and considerate Dean. “Glad to help, I had some free time, and…I’m sure you have your hands full, between the exams and your work.”
Ally smirked, putting one leg over the other and dangling her socked foot. “No…” she said casually. “I have plenty of time actually. The exams are over. I just don’t feel like cleaning up.”
“Oh.” Liz looked down, unable to keep looking at the smothering smirk of her tormentor. “I see,” she said, sounding hurt.
All she asked for was to be allowed to keep a bit of dignity, to at least act like this wasn’t what they both were slowly realizing it was, but no, she wasn’t allowed to act. She was her to wait on Ally.
After a moment of silence, Ally sighed then said, “I guess you can start with the bathroom. You forgot to do it last time.”
“Really?” Liz acted. “I’ll…get right to it.” She gave a polite smile despite herself and walked to the kitchen to grab the cleaning supplies. While she was walking to the bathroom, she saw Ally grab a piece of chips and turn the TV on ,sinking more comfortably into her leather chair.
She walked into the bathroom, and didn’t like what she saw. It looked like it wasn’t cleaned in a month. She looked into the toilet bowl, and it had yellow stains all over it. The bathroom trash bit was filled, and had some crumbled, dirty toilet paper scattered around it. The shower drain had hair; the floor drain had hair. Two red, dirty pairs of panties were beside the towel, and a second towel was laying wet on the floor.
She almost gagged at all the horrors her eyes had to take in. She felt like she was about to experience a small part of the dark side of her fantasy. She’d find little joy in this task. She hoped she could complete it without throwing up. She opened the bathroom closet, and found some plastic bags. She decided to start with the hardest, or more disgusting of the tasks. She dragged the towel with her foot closer to the floor drain then kneeled on it. She looked at it for a bit, as if waiting for it to remove itself. She grabbed a tissue and unlaced it from the drain without looking. She did the same to the hair on the shower drain.
She grabbed that plastic bag, and with the tip of her fingers, snatched one dirty toilet paper after the other and threw it in the bag. She could see the stains of brown on most of them. She gagged, while she emptied the stuffed trash bin inside the black bag, before she closed it and threw it aside, and took a deep breath using her sleeve as a filter. The smell was unbearable. She thought the sooner she could finish this the better. She grabbed the overly dirty toilet brush and started brushing the toilet.
She had a bachelor degree in humanities, a masters in humanities, a PH fucking D in humanities, she thought as she brushed harder. The troubling thought managed to excite her. She felt as pathetic as ever. She thought of Ally, lounging out there on her armchair like a queen, while she applied greater pressure on a rather difficult shit-stain. Her hand was about to make it to her crotch when she heard footsteps behind her. She looked back.
“Hy..hey,” She mumbled.
“Hey.” Ally said. “You mind.” She stood to the side as if to gesture Liz out. “I need to…you know…take a dumb.”
Liz put the toilet brush back then stood up, exchanging an awkward look with Ally as she walked out. Not knowing what else to do, she stood at the bathroom door and waited. She grew hot and bothered as she listened to the girl soil the toilet bowl that she’d just cleaned.
Ally came out five minutes later. She looked surprised to see Liz waiting in front of the door. Her surprise quickly turned to an amused and knowing smile. “Have fun.” She said as she walked back to the living room.
The two words hit home. Liz walked in, and returned to her spot near the toilet. Her stomach sunk as she looked in and saw the water yellow. Ally hadn’t bothered to flush.
Wanting nothing more than to get rid of the sickening smell, Liz leaned forward and flushed. She heard a cackling laugh erupt from the living room. She was basically dancing to Ally’s every tone, not daring to say no, not daring to do anything except for what she was being told to do.
She grabbed the toilet brush and re -cleaned the bowl. It didn’t take that much work. She gave sigh of relief, realizing that only the floor remained. She grabbed a mob and started scrubbing.
When she finished, she stayed there for a second kneeling, taking her time before going out to her unmerciful, 20-year-old tyrant.
She got out after a minute and went to the living room. She halted as soon as she entered. Her mind couldn’t fathom that she had to clean this shit now. It was as messy as the time before, even messier. She looked towards Ally who laid at the sofa with her feet on one armrest and her head at the other; it was a small sofa, and the girl was relatively tall. She was aimlessly scrolling on her phone when her bored eyes met Liz tired ones.
“Hello you,” Ally said stretching her arms and yawning. “You done in the bathroom.”
“…Yeah.” Liz said, trying to show some tiresome in her face and tone, hoping that Ally would suggest that she’d take a break.
To her luck, Ally seemed to pick up on the clue. “Forget about the rest for a minute. Sit down for a bit.” She patted the sofa with her socked foot.
Liz didn’t know if that pat was random, or a sign for her to sit at the end of the sofa, at the girl’s feet. Wanting to stay on the safe side, and not wanting to sit with the girl’s feet in her lap, she took a seat at the armchair, but as soon as she did so, Ally said, “upupup.” She signed with her finger for her to get up. “That’s my special chair, I don’t like anyone else to sit in it.”
She didn’t know what to say to that, so she got up. She looked at Ally with a dreadful look on her face, as she saw the girl smile and rise her feet slightly, making room for her to sit under them. The girl stretched and wiggled her feet around yawning. She planted one sole on Liz’s thigh, and extended her other leg over it. The smell that erupted from under her nose told Liz how dirty Ally’s black socks were. She felt anxious having the dirty sole rest against her thigh. She looked at Ally, who gave her a knowing smirk, daring her to protest. When Ally was done showing her point, she looked up at the ceiling and breathed heavily. “You won’t believe the day I’ve had,” she said. “I had like, five lectures, each of them in a different corner of campus.” Her sole rubbed lightly against Liz’s thigh. “I must’ve spent an hour walking between them, at least.”
Liz nodded, still unable to get comfortable with the foot in her lap. “It is a problem, the lack of transportation utilities in campus.”
Ally pursed a lip and raised an eyebrow at her, as if she was expecting to hear something else, then sighed and continued, “And as if that wasn’t enough, I had to get straight to work after.”
Liz had a slight suspicion of where this was going, and she didn’t like it. “That’s right, what job do you have.”
“A bookstore,” she said. “It’s mostly alright. Good pay for a part-time job. But it’s a bit tiering at times.” She pulled her extended leg and let its sole rest beside the other one already on Liz’s thigh. “Like today, I had to assort a new batch of books, it took hours.”
“Hmmm.”
“My feet are literally killing me.” She grimaced like she was in pain.
“Still, it must have its benefits. Do you get to borrow books for free.” Liz said, trying to seem interested in hearing the answer.
Ally frowned, but her mouth quickly curled up into a smile. She applied a little more pressure on Liz’s thigh, before she gave it a slight slap with the bottom of her foot. “Hey,” she said. “How much does a girl have to complain for you to give offer her a foot rub.”
Liz wanted to cry, not from the question per say, but from the fact that had no ready answer that would get her out of it. She didn’t hate feet that much. But giving the girl a foot rub just looked like one more small step down a deep and dark hole, a hole she didn’t know if she had the power to climb back out of. “Would you like…” she mumbled. “Would you like a foot-rub.”
“That would be nice,” Ally exhaled a quick and relived breath before she scooted up the sofa so that she was in a sitting position, allowing her heels to rest at Liz’s thighs. “Hope your good,” she said as she grabbed her phone.
With a defeated, dreaded look, Liz eyed the pair of socked-feet in her lap. Fearing to find out how they’d feel to grab, she pinched at the tip of Ally’s toes lightly with the tips of her fingers, then pulled her hands away. She looked to side to see Ally giving her a funny look, as if to ask her ‘the hell is happening with you.’ She mustered some courage, then rapped her fingers around one foot, feeling the sweat-soaked fabric fill her hold. They were slightly moist. She thought herself lucky that a long time had passed since Ally had taken off her shoes, otherwise they’d probably feel wet in her hands. She started kneading the sole lightly, feeling her finger push the fabric against the girl’s skin.
“A bit firmer than that.” Ally wiggled her toes, not taking her eyes of her phone. “Put some muscle into it.”
It probably shouldn’t surprise her anymore that the girl didn’t shy from giving orders. She applied more pressure, feeling a renewed bash of foot smell wash over her face from squeezing the socked foot in her hand. She pushed her thumbs into Ally’s sole more firmly, and heard Ally sigh in relief. “Ohhhhh. This feels good.”
She looked at her and saw that she reclined her head back and closed her eyes in relaxation. As weird as she thought it seemed, the state she’d managed to put the girl in made her tingle with pride. It motivated her to put more effort. She circled her thumbs around, just trying to experiment. She kept rubbing while Ally hummed lightly in pleasure. Her hands got sweaty and hot. She took a mental note to wash them as soon as she’d finish, they’d probably smell like sweaty feet by then.
Ally soon woke from her dreamy state and got back to her phone. After about five minutes of rubbing, Ally bluntly said, “other one.” While she pulled the foot Liz was currently massaging and rested its sole on Liz’s lap. Getting used to the blunt and rude orders, Liz grabbed the other foot without a word, and continued working her thumps.
Her mind reluctantly fretted about the absurdity of what she was doing. What would her friends say if they saw her right now. What would the other professors say? She’d built a respectful image for herself in front of them. Most of them knew her as a proud woman, a strict woman, who had a slightly smug attitude. What would they think if they saw the slightly smug, proud woman slaving away at a 20-year-old girl’s sweaty feet; a girl she’d known for less than two weeks. Hell, what would the students think. The ones that she’d worked so hard to make them fear and respect her, what would they think if they saw their mighty Dean now.
“Focus on the heel a bit.” Ally said.
Liz lowered her hands and thrust her thumps into the girl’s heel. There was a slight tingle that had been running through her ever since she started the massage. It reached new heights the more she thought about her situation.
“You enjoy this don’t you.”
Liz head bolted to the side. “What?” she said.
“You. Enjoy. This.” Ally uttered, her words the least bit kind. “Don’t you.”
“This what.”
“Don’t act all stupid on me now.” Ally smiled, and playfully poked her toes into Liz’s stomach. “You’re maybe weird, but you’re not stupid, you’re a prof after all.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She couldn’t hold Ally’s stare, so she looked downward at the foot in her hand and just kept kneading.
“What else would you be getting out of it.” Ally said like she was thinking out loud. “You’re totally loving this.”
With every word that left Ally’s mouth, Liz’s hope of keeping this an unspoken arrangement diminished further.
“You enjoy me bossing you around like a little maiden girl.” She chuckled, and then laughed upon seeing the blush that invaded the Deans tensed face. “This is priceless.”
Liz’s hands stopped rubbing, as her temperature rose. She was beyond embarrassed, and this thing had already gone further than she’d ever intended to take it.
“Keep rubbing I didn’t tell you to stop,” Ally said firmly and aggressively, and her tone was enough to kick Liz back into action, which made her crock her head back with a cackling laugh. “Oh my god.” She tried to control her raging laughter, as Liz tried not to let her shame and embarrassment turn to tears. She was being mocked, laughed at, and all she managed to do was rub the foot of the girl mocking her harder. The worst part was, the thing that terrified her the most, she was gushing. Every laugh, every cackle, sent a gust of pleasure down her crotch.
Ally managed to steady her breath, to then ask, “I mean, what about all of this that you enjoy?” When Liz didn’t answer, she slapped her foot on her thigh harshly. “Hey—”
“I don’t know.” Liz whined weakly. “I don’t know.”
“Is it the…I don’t know, the orders. Of cours it’s the orders, stupid me. Is it the embarrassment of it all?”
“Can we…please.” She looked at her with pleading eyes. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“No fucking chance prof.” Ally shook her head animatedly. “I wanna know why the Dean of my school has been waiting on me hand and foot for two days.”
“I don’t know. I just…” She tried to think of any answer that would make her not look pathetic, or even more pathetic at least. “It just, feels right.”
Ally recoiled back, narrowing her eyes, her smile still wide. “Feels right.” She cocked her head. “It feels right for you to tidy my living room, collect my dirty laundry, clean my damn toilet, rub my fucking feet, a girl half your age that you haven’t known for more than a month. This feels right to you?”
She didn’t know what to say, so she just stared ahead at the messy living room feeling lost.
“You must think me a retard. You really think I’ll believe that you’re not getting anything from this.” Ally leaned back and stared up at the ceiling with her hands behind her head, she looked deep in thought.
Praying that this was the end of this debasing conversation, Liz just focused on the foot in her lap, before she saw Ally raise her other foot and rest it at the backrest of the sofa so that it was straight behind Liz’s head.
The silence made her uncomfortable. Ally wasn’t doing anything, just staring up, lost in her thoughts. Liz grew anxious about knowing what those thoughts might be. They staid like this for, what Liz speculated was twenty minutes. Her thumbs had already been aching for a while, her arms as well, and she didn’t have the gut to stop. At one point, she was about to tell her that she was tired, she had the power to say that. But when she thought about the possibility that Ally might tell her to keep rubbing anyway, which was fairly possible, and about the fact that she wouldn’t be able to say no to that, she just saved herself the embarrassment and kept rubbing, acting like she was fine.
Minutes later she felt Ally’s foot bump lightly and repeatedly against the back of her head. She looked at Ally who was still staring upwards, and realized it wasn’t intentional, she was just rocking her foot while thinking.
Ten minutes must’ve passed before she heard Ally say, “Bet it’s the humiliation.” She had a calm grin on her face while she said it.
“Wha—” Liz shook her head, “No, of course not.”
“Yeah it totally is.” Ally chuckled as she pulled her foot from Liz’s hand and bumped her head while she drew the one resting on the backrest. She scotched closer to her and sat Indian style. Liz turned her head to the side, and looked at Ally’s face. She had no idea that such delicate, beautiful face could look so terrifying. “It totally is. It’s the utter sheer humiliation of it all.”
“It’s not.” Liz hissed, and saw Ally recoil back in surprise for a second. But Ally soon leaned forward again, smiling deviously, like she’d caught the Dean right handed.
“Sure it is.” She nodded in a cold, calm manner. “I mean, everything about this…You have a high paying, respected position. A Damn dean. And you’re here playing maid for a young girl.” Her face wore a look of disgust as she narrowed her eyes and twirled her lip. “You just continue to disappoint me Liz.”
“What.” Liz whined. “Why?”
“First with you being the laziest professor I’ve ever seen, then this.” She gestured aggressively at her, like she was the disappointment. “You know at first…I really thought you were trying to make it up to me. You know it was still weird, but, I thought you felt guilty at the shit you’ve pulled.”
“I was feeling guilty.”
“Stop bullshitting me will you.” She slapped her on the thigh. “The game’s over.”
Liz looked away momentarily, feeling like she was a little girl being schooled. She looked at Ally again, and saw her disgusted face bear a mixture of anger and disdain.
“You managed to fool me for a while now.” She gave her a fake smile. “Hell. You got me to think you were a kind concerned teacher.” She said with a baffled expression, like she was angry at her own stupidity. “I feel like slapping the shit out of you.”
Liz’s chocked in her throat, her tears almost making it out. She felt worse than ever, feeling like Ally truly despised her, like she was the scum of earth.
She sniffled, and only gained a snicker from her tormentor. “Would you like that.” She crocked her head with a smile. “Would you like it if I slapped you around.”
“Please stop.” Liz sniffled, looking down at the girl’s lap, unable to raise her eyes. “You’re being mean.”
“Mean!” Ally faked a shock. “I’m being nice, considering the piece-of-shit-loser I have in front of me.”
“Stop this.” Liz stormed up and stood at the middle of the living room, doing her best to not cry. “I’m your teacher and you will treat me with respect.”
Ally’s shock was interrupted by her cackling laugher. “Respect.” She leaned on her side and laughed hysterical as Liz froze there with a red face and wet eyes. “Did you really just use that word.”
Liz finally had enough, as she started uncontrollably sobbing and sniffling like a child. “Fuck this.” She wiped her sogging face with her sleeve. She ignored that Ally had stopped laughing and seemed to realize that she’d gone too far. She snatched her purse from the coffee table and rushed out the door. “FUCK YOU,” She whined through tears.
She ran to her car and got in. She didn’t give herself time to calm down, she just started the car and drove as fast as she could, away from Ally, as far as she could go. As she drove through the highroad, she tried not to think of the fact that she’d meet the girl again after the weekend.
She could just take a day off. Hell, she could just give up the lecture. Deans didn’t have to teach. She could just give it to some lecturer and not show up again, never see or speak to Ally ever again.
The music she’d put on and the peacefulness of the road gradually calmed her. She soon reached her house, and wanted nothing more than to crash on her sofa and watch something boring on TV for the rest of the day. She did just that. She got into her pajamas, grabbed a box of ice-cream from her fridge then sat on the sofa putting her legs under her.
Her mind couldn’t focus on the silly drama series, but reluctantly drifted to what happened. Everything Ally said was right. They both knew it. But if Ally was the least kind nice, and she clearly wasn’t, she would’ve kept it unspoken, kept it to herself. Instead, she mouthed it off at Liz in the meanest way possible, rubbed it all over her face and laughed at her. What could possibly have given Liz the idea that she was dealing with a decent, nice girl. She had probably been a bully in high school, just like Nora and Tally.
She made her decision. She didn’t have the power to resist her, but she had the power to keep here away. She’d give her lecture up to someone else, and spend the rest of her foreseen future behind the safety of her desk.
A knock on the door interrupted her thought. Who would it be? No one was supposed to visit her. She put the pot of ice cream aside and walked to the door. She looked through the peephole, then felt her heart sink. Ally was at her porch. How the hell did she know her address? She didn’t have to open the door. She just stared silently at her through the peephole, and saw her rolling her eyes looking all agitated. She knocked again. “Liz.”
Liz recoiled upon hearing her name.
“Open the door.”
She looked into the peephole again, and saw Ally give her a narrowed irritated stare like she knew Liz was looking at her.
She took a deep breath, then pulled the door open. Liz didn’t say a word, and Ally stood in front of her with her hand on her hip and gave her a faint smile, before she took the liberty to walk in. “What. The hell. Is wrong with you.” She strode to the middle of the living room then turned. “What happened to you you acted like a child.”
Liz only crossed her arms and looked at the ground. She noticed that Ally was wearing the same pajama under her jacket. She stood with her black sneakers on her carpet and pursed her lips, waiting for an answer.
“How…did you know where I live.” Liz said whiteout looking up.
“…I followed you here.” Ally said like she was saying the obvious. “I’ve been driving behind you for like an hour. I lost you around the neighborhood somewhere but then recognized your car.” She said before a sigh. “So what the hell.”
“Ally I really rather we don’t talk about it alright.” Liz, still looking towards the ground, walked past Ally then made her way to her couch.
She looked at Ally after a second and saw her just standing there, taking in her surroundings. She must’ve just noticed the palace she’d just barged into. She looked around for a second, before she sighed, then made her way and sat beside Liz, who immediately scotched away.
Ally sat on one leg facing Liz and left her other leg dangling over the couch. “Come on. Start talking.”
“Ally.” Liz stared forward, feeling like she had some power still left in her. “I think it’s better for you to leave.”
“…Make me.” Ally said coldly, forcing Liz to look her way and see her blank eyes and her faint, tormenting smile. Liz managed to hold for merely second before looking away. “Come on,” Ally said. “Look into my eyes and tell me that everything I’ve said back there wasn’t true.”
“Alright.” Liz snapped towards her. “Some of it was.”
“All of it.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Then what’s the point.”
“The way you said it. You were so…” Liz said, remembering the situation. “You were a jerk.”
Ally gave her a silly look, like she was talking nonsense. “You wanna know what I think.”
No. I want you out of my house.
“I think you’re in denial.” Ally nodded. “You don’t wanna admit to yourself that you absolutely love being treated that way. I did nothing wrong, I gave you exactly what you were too afraid to ask for. And even though you hated the fact, but the fact is that you loved it.” Her words were sharp and firm, and true.
“But…” Ally shrugged. “I guess, since your a softy little girl, I’m willing to take it easy.”
Liz looked at her with a confused, childish face. “What does that mean?”
“Don’t worry about it, don’t think about it.” Ally said in a soothing, relaxed tone. She pulled her leg from under her and raised it with her other one, laying her sneakers in Liz’s open lap. “Take my shoe’s off.”
Liz looked at the two shoes in her lap, then at Ally’s calm face. She was exactly where she’d been two hours ago, only she was in her house. She tried to protest, “Ally—”
“I said don’t worry about it.” Ally said in a kind, reassuring tone. “Take my shoes off for me and give me a foot rub.” She raised her foot so that Liz had to stare into the sole.
With a heavy feeling in her stomach, and a tingle down her spine, Liz grabbed the extended sneaker with one hand, and unlaced it with the other, before she eased it off Ally’s foot slowly. A gust of warmth and foot sweat lingered on her face, as she stared at the sole of the black-socked-foot in her hand. She rested it on her lap slowly, then unlaced the other shoe and pulled it off, letting it fall to the ground beside the other one. Her eyes suddenly met Ally’s, who smiled confidently at her for a second before she turned towards the TV and said, “What are you watching.” She picked the remote up and turned up the volume.
“Nothing, just, some stupid TV show.” Liz said as she wrapped her hand around the moist foot and started kneading.
Ally fidgeted around the sofa, seeming to try and find a comfortable position for her neck to look at the screen. She sighed irritatingly before she poked Liz’s thigh with her heel. “Hey. Can you scoop down to the floor?”
“The floo—” Liz mumbled nervously. “Why?”
“So I could relax.” Ally said as if stating the obvious.
“…Sure.” Liz said, before she started slowly sank to her knees in front of the couch. With a relaxed sigh, Ally raised her legs before planning her soles roughly on Liz’s lap. She leaned back and shuffled around for a bit, trying to find a comfortable position, then grinned at Liz before nodding downwards to her feet, motioning her to begin.
Liz took Ally’s advice of not thinking. Thinking at this point was unnecessary torture, futile. She just applied pressure at different parts of the girl’s foot, trying to immerse herself in her task, while Ally switched between channels. “Take my socks off.”
“Yes Ally.” She said, and looked up at her noticing her grinning as a reaction for the way she responded for her blunt order. She hooked a finger around the first sock delicately then pulled it off, feeling it slightly clinging to Ally’s sweaty skin. She took it off and shoved it in Ally’s sneaker before taking the other one. She rested both feet back in her lap, then, with an anxious breath, gazed at the beautiful, delicate feet in front of her.
As a woman, she’d never thought that she’d use ‘beautiful’ to decripe another’s woman’s foot, but she truly thought so now. Ally’s feet were beautiful, delicate, smooth. She felt like an artist putting his final touches on a painting as she picked up some black sock fuzz from the top of Ally’s foot. The smell that wafted under her nose reminded her how sweaty and stinky they were. Her fingers shivered as she carefully wrapped them around the soft, yet sweaty foot, before she kneaded her thumbs into the sole. She was lost in a trance for a minute, her eyes focusing on her task for a time, then glancing every now and then to the girl who was lounging on the sofa above her. She felt…good. Looking up at her from a kneeling position felt good. Liz thought about this, gazing up at the beautiful blue eyes that were casually ignoring her. When Ally’s eyes met hers, Liz could only smile nervously, then look back down.
After a couple more minutes, she heard Ally sigh like she was bored. Next thing she knew, Ally raised the foot not being messaged, and rested it on Liz’s shoulder. That reminded her that Ally was probably going to take this further and further every chance she got. She was going to take advantage of every opportunity to humiliate her and deliver a different kick to her dignity. It wasn’t about fighting anymore, for Liz, for now, it was about prolonging the inevitable as much as she could, cause if not, there was no knowing how fast or how low Ally would force her to descend.
She mustered up the courage to momentarily let go of the foot she was massaging, before she grabbed the one resting on her shoulder by the ankle and putting it back into its place, with an unintentional thud. She dreaded looking up, but eventually did. Ally had a calm face, but her eyebrows rose, as if she was slightly surprised. A short while passed, and Liz got back to rubbing, feeling a small pride of victory, that vanished, when Ally rose her foot again, and planted its sole straight on Liz’s head, with a stronger thud. Liz, feeling her head being slightly pushed down, looked up at Ally, and saw her challenging stare waiting for a reaction. Given how her last rebellious attempt had gone, Liz’s eyes just fell down and she went back to her rubbing.
“Got a problem with that,” Ally teased, as her toes wiggled on Liz’s hair.
Afraid of not answering, Liz gave her head a slight shake.
“Then keep rubbing,” she said, before she smiled while adding. “Bitch.”
Liz opened her mouth to say something in retaliation, but the wave of pleasure that washed over her crotch shut her up. She shuffled on the ground, trying to control her sudden lust, while also being careful not let the sole on her head slip. In the midst of her lustful suffering, she looked up and saw Ally biting her lip at her, like she knew the chaos of pleasure and humiliation she was experiencing. The power play didn’t pass either of them; the fact that Ally had managed to send her into a sexual and emotional wreck, by just calling her a bitch and resting her sweaty sole on her head, was beyond them.
Ally ended their silent exchange with a cackling laugh, while she let her foot slip from Liz’s hair and wipe the length of her sweaty sole down the Dean’s defeated face. Liz just closed her eyes and let it wipe down on her face slowly, grimacing at the trail of sweat it left. The foot then joined the other one on her lap, while Ally tried to control her giggles. “Oh my god…I can literally see my foot-sweat shining on your forehead.”
Liz took a deep, rocking breath, taking with it the fresh filthy smell and feeling the tormenting words and the giggles send bolts down her vagina. Seeming to sense that, Ally started rubbing her toes lightly on her crotch area. Liz kept her eyes closed, and her hands tensed into grips as the girl slowly rubbed her towards an orgasm. Before she got too close, the rubbing stopped and she had to open her eyes. Ally leaned forward, and grabbed Liz’s shoulder, guiding her to lay on the ground, and Liz obeyed without a word. She made her lay in a horizontal position, parallel to the couch. Liz looked up, wanting nothing more than Ally to continue, and saw Ally staring down at her with a knowing smirk, before the sweaty sole that was shoved in her face blocked her view. A second later she felt Ally’s other foot rub only more aggressively against her already wet crotch.
“That’s it Lizzy.” She teased.
Liz moaned into the sweaty sole that smothered her face while the other one smothered her crotch.
“I can feel your pussy getting wet down there.” Ally chuckled. “You about to cum loser?” she taunted as she gave Liz’s pussy a slap with her foot. “You about to cum from having my sweaty sole shoved in your face?”
Liz was practically twitching and squirming by this point, her moans growing louder as she tried to grab into anything to hold on to. Seeing this, Ally laughed harder. “Go ahead bitch.” She twisted and pushed her foot harder on the Deans face, while she twisted her heel on the Deans pussy. “Cum under my feet and tell me who you are…tell me you’re my bitch.” Liz felt her orgasm reach its peak as she gave a moan that was muffled by the sole in her face, her hands clawed at the couch and at the ground while a wave after wave of pleasure erupted in her every limp, and she came.
Her body gradually calmed down. She laid there, breathing through Ally’s sole that kept sweating against her face, before it left it. Ally’s face came into view. She was still waiting for an answer, so Liz gave it, “I’m Ally’s bitch.”
Her delicate lip curled into a smile, her eyes glittered with delight, and she said while she gave Liz’s pussy a final light slap, “And don’t you ever deny it.” She gave Liz a final look of victory, pinching the dean’s cheeks playfully, before she stood up and walked towards the stairs, leaving Liz to gather her breath.
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