Jerome was not the only one left unsatisfied.

The same night he met with Raul and Denise, Vivian barely got to her dorm room stumbling.

That night a deep mist covered the campus, it was unusual for that time of year, but not unheard of.

The dorms were silent, she was one of the few students that hadn’t left for spring break.

She was alone. And that was perfect for her.

Locking the door behind her, she threw everything on top of her roommate’s bed to the floor. Clarice would not mind. She was supposed to be on a trip to some golden beach in Mexico.

Vivian threw herself on the bed with a frustrated groan, at this time she should be arriving at her parent’s place back in Virginia. But she didn’t feel good enough to drive since she left the professor’s office.

She felt hot, almost feverish.

She didn’t even remember the excuse she fumbled through a text that she sent her parents.

Fuck. She thought and took off her blouse with some difficulty.

The mist wasn’t just around the campus, it was also inside her mind.

“Why is it so hot in here?” She said to no one in particular.

Her mind went back to that moment in the afternoon when she was standing in front of Jerome, her favorite teacher.

She touched him.

He touched her.

She never thought about the professor that way. But maybe.

“Fuck.” She moaned, pushing down her jeans. They were incredibly uncomfortable.

Her hand pulled down her panties aside.

Everything felt hot, even her ears. It was impossible. She opened a window. The cold wind rushed in. It was dark and…

And the mist came into her room.

It was comforting. Fresh. The cold breeze felt amazing against her body, she took off her blouse and let the wind caress her chest.

Vivian touched her body, following the motions of invisible hands that embraced her. She felt them groping her breasts through the fabric of her white silk bra. Strong yet soft, those dark-skinned hands.

“Jerome” She moaned closing her eyes and smiling.

She pictured her teacher leading her to bed, he could learn so much from him. He could show her so many new things.

Taller than her, his fingers sliding down her belly, she led him lower and lower, between her legs.

Her fingers touched her panties, they were soaking. Her sex burned, and her clit throbbed. She felt the relief of the cold mist touching it.

It reminded her of the time she used an ice cube to play with herself.

Her panties slid off her body, almost like someone else was pulling them down.

Vivian thought of Jerome, his strong hands touching her pussy, teasing her swollen clit, licking her. It was almost like he was licking her.

“Jerome,” She moaned and pushed two fingers inside herself.

A voice in the mist whispered, Master.

“Master” Vivian echoed with a smile. Her fingers found their way over her clit.

“Master,” She repeated as two fingers went inside her pussy.

“Master!” She screamed as she flicked and fucked herself trying to calm down the heat. Trying to reach an orgasm.

…

“Master,” She whispered to herself before she fell asleep in the coldness of her room as the mist shrouded her body.

As the morning dawned, Vivian woke up to the sun coming through the window. She felt energized, and very naked.

She reached for her sheets, but at the last moment, as she felt the wind on her skin, decided against it. Why did she need to be embarrassed or feel any shame? She felt great, she was proud of her body and being a sexually active young woman.

A slut. Something whispered in the back of her mind.

Her lip quivered with a smile, yeah, like a slut.

Then she remembered what made her cum last night and felt shame redden her whole body.

She wanted to hide and made a cocoon of sheets for herself.

Last night she came thinking of Jerome, of her teacher, as her, she gulped, Master.

Her body betrayed her.

She was getting wet again.

“Fuuuuck” She whimpered and got off the bed still covered in her white sheets to close the curtains and get changed.

Just because she felt embarrassed of using the person she respected the most in school as masturbation material didn’t mean that she was embarrassed by her body, so she choose some shorts that showed a lot of her legs and showed off her butt. Then she grabbed a red blouse that she could tie below her tits. No, she shook her head, “My breasts.” She mumbled as she tied it to display her toned mid-riff.

She nodded at herself in the mirror and went out.

Last night she left the professor’s office in a hurry, but she left her notebook there. Vivian wanted to pick it up before Jerome- “No.” She shook her head, “Professor Masters,” She told herself. Before Professor Masters arrived and she had to turn red in the middle of the most awkward apology ever.

As she walked to the main building she noticed something was wrong.

The campus was full of police.

She kept going until she reached the office. Her heart sank as Vivian saw the police line and a dozen people trying to peer.

With little difficulty, she made her way to the front where she spoke with another onlooker, one of the few students that remained on the campus. “What happened?” She stood on the tip of her toes trying to see past the door.

“Apparently, someone broke into the campus last night and the anthropology professor is missing.”

Vivian gasped.

“No.” She felt her heart escape in a whisper.

The other student tried to peer over the police line, “Yeah, there are a lot of rumors going around, some people even say he might be dead or that he ran to Mexico with some ancient artifact worth a lot of money.”

Vivian felt anger rise to her throat, “Master wouldn’t-“

She brought a hand to her mouth and immediately shut up. The other student eyed her raising an eyebrow and began to slip away as a police officer looked at them with suspicion, “Hey, I am just telling you what I heard, look I gotta go, no one is going in, so might as well enjoy your vacation.”

The other student left before Vivian could say anything else.

He was right. There was no point, there was nothing she could do. What would happen to her class? What happened to the professor? He seemed tired and worried the last time she saw him, before she-

Vivian’s memory flashed in her mind.

Fuck. That was the last time he saw her. Half naked and touching herself in his office. What would he think of her?

Was he okay?

Her mind was flooding with questions, racing faster as she rushed through the corridors back to her dorm room.

A ring from her phone made her stop.

It was a message from her mom.

“Are you coming home already?” She read.

She sighed. She needed to go back home.

There was nothing Vivian could do at the moment. The police would find something out eventually, right?

Right?

She took three deep breaths before she was composed enough to write a reply.

Vivian leaned on the wall and sat down.

“Soon, I still have to pick up some stuff.” She sent the text and tapped the phone against her chin.

“Also. Something happened at school. I will tell you when I get there.”

She hit send and closed her eyes.

So many things were happening at once. First things first, get her bags, get her car, drive and get home.

It was all she could do.

Determined and with a sort of plan inside her head, Vivian got up and walked to her room trying to focus only on her drive home.

Except, when she got home she saw someone rush through the opposite end of the corridor.

There was something at the entrance of her door.

Vivian knelt and picked up a big yellow envelope with something thick and heavy inside. She flipped it over a small note read, “You forgot your homework.”

She looked around, the hallways were silent. She opened it carefully.

Her notebook fell to the floor.

Vivian got into her room, locked the door, and pulled out her phone.

“Mom, I don’t think I’m gonna make it today. Something came up. I will tell you everything soon.”

She flipped through the pages, trying to find if there was something, a piece of paper. A sort of clue.

What sort of spy movie is this? She thought as she found nothing but the notes from her class and-

And the notes from The Book

Last time, as she read The Book she felt out of herself.

Something took over her, a smile found its way to her lips. She caressed the notes, they were the key. These words were all that mattered.

Vivian unbuttoned her shorts.

One hand slid inside her pussy while the other furiously transcribed.

Next thing she knew, the sun was setting on the horizon a red glint flashed in the distance.

“Why?”

It was like the ink on the page was talking to her. Vivian felt something tighten around her neck, a sudden urge taking over her. She felt-

She felt thirsty.

“I need water,” She said with a raspy voice as she reached for the water bottle she kept by her bedside, she brought it to her lips, but she felt the urge, the thirst grow stronger and she ended up letting most of the cold water fall over her neck and chest.

“Fuck, why?” She said as she took off her wet blouse.

The window was open and a rush of wind came into the room.

“God, that feels good,” she said out loud, her hands reaching to her chest. Her body was burning. There were some droplets on her chest, She poured out some more water over it and her fingers spread it over her body. She needed to cool down.

One hand flowed lower down her body. Over her toned belly.

Lower, she thought.

Lower.

Her hand went inside her pussy.

“God, I forgot to wear panties this morning.” She said moaning.

She spread her legs and arched her back on the chair.

“Fuck. I need this.”

She pushed her fingers deeper inside.

“Please, fuck!” She moaned.

“Fuck me! Master!” She yelled from the top of her lungs.

The door flew open.

“Vivian!” A young girl was staring wide-eyed at her. “Oh, God!” She tried to turn back, to hide her face behind her hands, “Vivian! I thought you were supposed to be home by now!”

Vivian panted with a vapid smile.

“Hello Clarice,” Her voice was raspy and sulky. It came with a weird vibration. It was almost like there was a soft echo behind her words.

Vivian moved slowly toward Clarice, “I thought you were on your way to a beach in Mexico by now.”

Clarice felt a shiver up her spine. Vivian was half-naked, wearing a pink bra that didn’t hide anything. And she was coming down from the high of a very loud orgasm. The room smelled of sex. She interrupted something intimate, surely she was mad.

Clarice felt something was wrong. She felt the need to run. She was scared, but she could not move.

“I- yes, but there was something wrong with the tickets. They had to reschedule…”

Vivian’s smile grew wider, almost predatory “I see, that’s great.”

Clarice took a step back, to the hallway.

She felt the closed door.

She didn’t remember closing the door. Why was the door closed?

Vivian inched closer. There was hunger in her eyes.

“Have I ever told you how hot you are?” Vivian said in that husky voice that held a whisper behind her words, like a spell that made Clarice wet.

“No. I, I don’t think- I never- I mean, I have never thought of a woman that way.” Clarice tried to look away from Vivian’s body, her nipples were dark pink and pointy. Her bra was a hot mess. Her shorts were barely hanging from her hips and she was could see Vivian’s bush from between her legs.

“No?” Vivian said placing a hand on the door at the height of Clarice’s face, “I wasn’t exactly bi, but I always thought you were so cute, Clarice.” Her other hand took a blonde lock of her hair, “Like a cute little pet.”

Vivian’s eyes were bright, burning with intensity. Clarice gulped and felt her body grow warm.

“A pet?” Clarice smiled nervously. What did she mean by that?

One of Vivian’s hands slid over her waist, under her sweater and blouse.

“Yes. Cute when you wear these baggy clothes, trying to hide your assets.” Vivian’s hand went up her chest, pulling up Clarice’s blouse, and caressing the skin under her clothes. Her face came closer.

“Yet incredibly hot when you are partying, when you don’t care, when you let yourself go.” She whispered into her ear.

Clarice’s face grew hotter. Her ears turned red.

“Just let go,” Vivian said before she softly bit her roommate’s earlobe.

Clarice moaned.

It went fast.

Vivian took off Clarice’s blouse and sweater in a single motion, throwing her clothes to the floor.

Before she could object, Vivian’s lips were over Clarice’s neck, her hands groping her tits.

Clarice didn’t even notice when it was that Vivian unbuttoned her pants, but her fingers were already sliding down over her pubes, caressing her pussy as she grew wet.

Vivian smiled as her other hand grabbed Clarice by the back of her neck.

“You are so wet, and you said you didn’t like me.” Vivian leaned in and kissed her, just as her fingers went inside Clarice’s pussy.

The young woman moaned at the assault, accepting Vivian’s kiss. Her eyes rolled back and she finally felt she could move her arms.

She should have pushed her away.

She should have tried to run.

Instead, she grabbed Vivian by her waist and neck, pulling her closer.

When Vivian broke the kiss, Clarice was gasping. A single strand of saliva still connected the roommates.

“I never said I didn’t like you,” Clarice said and leaned in for another kiss.

“Then,” Vivian broke the kiss again and walked back. “Show me how much you like me,” She pulled out her hand from her pussy, and brought Clarice’s wetness to her lips.

Vivian’s left hand slid from Clarice’s neck down her arm and barely touched her fingertips to lead her roommate to the bed.

Vivian threw off her pants and leaned back against the wall over the bed.

“Come here, pet,” Vivian ordered.

Clarice followed and knelt. Her eyes were full of lust and focused on one single thing.

She leaned down and kissed Vivian’s lower lips. She kissed her throbbing clit. And finally, she tasted it, her tongue going from the base all the way to her lips slowly, lovingly.

“That’s perfect,” Vivian moaned and caressed Clarice’s hair.

Clarice licked Vivian’s pussy diligently. She no was no longer listening. There was only one thing on her mind, pleasing Vivian.

“You are going to make such a great pet for Master,” Vivian said with a louder moan.

Clarice opened her eyes and looked up at her, trying to ask what she meant.

“Shhh. Don’t worry about anything. Just let go, follow your instinct, your desires.” Vivian touched Clarice’s head and tussled her hair. Caressing her neck. Leading her. “Keep licking, lower.”

Clarice did as she was ordered.

“Use your fingers, deeper.”

Clarice pushed her fingers inside Vivian.

“Yes, that’s it.” Vivian moaned, “Harder.”

Clarice used her fingers and licked her. Obeyed.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Vivian closed her legs, trapping Clarice’s face.

“Fuck yourself too!” Vivian ordered, Clarice did as she was told and began to fuck her own pussy.

“I want you to make me cum!” Vivian demanded, “I want you to cum with me!”

Clarice flicked her pussy. Rubbing faster, harder just like she fucked Vivian, and licked her.

“Yes. Clarice, I’m- I’m- I’m gonna” She thrust her hips against her face, holding her by the hair.

“Cum!” She yelled arching her back.

Clarice came as well, just like Vivian ordered.

Waves of pleasure hit the two girls, like a lighting strike coursing through their bodies. Vivian tightened her legs against Clarice.

Clarice tried to gasp for air, her pleads and moans muffled with Vivian’s pussy.

Panting, Clarice collapsed at Vivian’s feet, still convulsing in her orgasm.

Vivian recovered first from the second orgasm of her night and brought Clarice’s half-naked body to her lap.

“You did great, my pet,” she caressed Clarice’s face.

“Thank you, Vivian,” Clarice said softly.

Vivian pondered for a bit. Then she grinned. “No, not Vivian. Mistress.”

Clarice turned red and nodded, curling up at her feet.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Vivian nodded and stroked her pet’s blonde hair. She rummaged over the bed until she found her phone. She had to let her mom know she would not be coming home soon.

But then she found a strange message from an unknown number.

It was an address.

“bring the book” It read.

Vivian’s grin grew wider. She knew that address.

Would the Dean mind if she dropped by?