Krysta and I met while taking a statistics class in college. We became fast friends and thick as thieves. I helped her with the concepts and problems. She kept me entertained with her comments about the monotone the professor had a tendency to use during lectures. It wasn’t our fault he insisted on wearing sweater vests and talking like that dude from Ferris Bueller. Usually, I can bite my lip and keep my giggles in. But this past Thursday, Krysta was in rare form, and I lost it in a fit of giggles. The professor stopped his lecture midsentence and announced that Krysta and I would be staying after class for a discussion on respect and proper classroom etiquette. I immediately felt cowed by his stern voice, but Krysta just kept mumbling snarky comments under her breath about how we’d see who would show who what after class.
Statistics Class
After Statistic Class, the professor said he wanted to talk to us in his office. So, Krysta and I followed him down the hall to his office where he told Krysta to close the door. Krysta closed the door while I hung my head ready for a dressing down. But she didn’t stop there. My head jerked up and toward her as I heard the click of the lock.
He demanded to know exactly what she thought she was doing locking the door. That’s when Krysta turned with that look on her face. The look I’ve come to know means that the tables are going to be turned on some unsuspecting man. She grinned at him and I began to find my own confidence and that spark of domme energy.
That’s when she walked over and got in his face. You’re going to clear off this desk and Zoey is going to climb up on it. Then you’re going to eat her pussy to make up for yelling at her the way you did. I’ll be behind you pegging you with my strap on until you learn who’s really in charge around here.
Zesty Zoey
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