The Knocked Up Lust Bundle by Nadia Nightside Page B

ten? That leaves us more than thirty minutes to get where need to be. You’re good at like, science or math or whatever, you should figure this out. It only has to be one of us, anyway. We can...we can flip a coin, or something. If you go, I won’t tell. If I go, you don’t tell.”
    Audrey sighed. What Cindy was proposing did, unfortunately, make a lot of sense. Audrey wasn’t a whore, and she never would be...but she really, really needed that trust fund money. She had a way of life that she couldn’t just squander because this domineering teacher was abusing his power!
    She could imagine Mr. Strong fucking her. She could imagine Mr. Strong fucking anyone. The way that Cindy described it wasn’t partial to the rumor that he was only fucking teachers to keep them quiet about fucking so many teachers. No, he was doing it because he liked to own women.
    She could imagine it—a teacher like the gorgeous Ms. Vanes, the English teacher, slim and Asian, her body so slight and delicate.
    He would show up at her class room when she was staying late one night, grading papers. His big hand coming down on her shoulder. Squeezing hard.
    “You’re going to be mine, now,” he’d tell her. Growling. Animalistic. A pure stud.
    She would moan, protest maybe, but deep down, she would know what she wanted.
    She wanted his stud cock deep inside her, teaching her. She wanted him to flip her over on the desk and fuck her silly from behind.
    Audrey, lost in thought with the fantasy, didn’t know if she was imagining the gorgeous Ms. Vanes or herself anymore. Her breaths were getting rapid, her cheeks flushed.
    Cindy looked at her quizzically. “So what’ll it be, space cadet? Trust fund, or no trust fund? Dick or no dick?”
    “Okay.” Audrey nodded, finally conceding. “It only has to be one of us?”
    A suspiciously evil-looking grin spread over Cindy's face as she nodded. “Totes.”
    “Okay. Well...” Audrey waved her hand, looking away. “...get to it, I guess.”
    “What?”
    “You’re like, sleeping around anyway! Why wouldn’t you do it?”
    “You don’t even have a boyfriend! Nobody gets hurt if you do it!”
    Cindy put her hands to her head, letting out a frustrated moan. “Let’s just flip a coin, okay?”
    “Fine.”
    Audrey reached into her purse and pulled out an old quarter. If this worked, it’d be her lucky quarter from now on.
    “Call it in the air,” said Audrey, tossing it up.
    “Heads.”
    The coin landed on Audrey’s binder, and she sighed a long breath of relief. Tails. A lucky quarter after all.
    “Fine,” said Cindy. “But you owe me.”
    “Whatever. Go on, then.”
    Cindy took a moment to pull out her compact and adjust her make-up. She looked delectable, of course. Even Audrey had to admit that.
    “Wait,” said Cindy, looking Audrey over.
    “What?”
    “We have to get you changed into something sexier.”
    “No, we fucking do not!” Audrey hissed. “You're the one who's going to sleep with him!”
    “Yeah, but we both have to turn him on. He's not going to want to fuck either of us if one of us looks all...drab.”
    Cindy made a face, gesturing at Audrey's outfit.
    “I do not look drab!”
    “You will to him! Just, trust me, okay?” Cindy raised her hand, getting Mr. Strong's attention. “May we go to the bathroom, sir?”
    He looked up from his crossword, frowning deeply. “What? Together? Of course not.”
    “It's about like, feminine needs, sir. We really have to attend to them.”
    Mr. Strong sighed, setting his pencil down. “You have five minutes. But not a second longer.”
    Seconds later, they were both in the bathroom. Quickly, Cindy handed Audrey a pair of sexy white knee-socks and a pair of teensy tiny denim shorts.
    “Put these on,” said Cindy.
    Audrey, hurrying for her very way of life, did as she was told without any argument. She tried to ignore the building bud of anticipation swelling in her pussy—the hot, wet feeling that was taking over several