“Get off of her.” Nate appears behind Henry, pulling him off of me.
“I see. You’re not done with her yet?” Henry addresses Nate.
“Walk away,” Nate demands.
Henry ignores Nate and steps into my space. “Come on, baby. With plump lips like that, I bet you can make a man’s daymuchmore interesting.”
“Henry.”Nate’s tone holds a warning.
I shoot him a glare and cut him off before he can speak. “I don’t need your help. I can take care of myself. Go run along.” I make a shooing motion with my hands. “I don’t need anyone to protect me,” I say to Nate.
He doesn’t leave, instead leaning against the wall, crossing his arms.
Content that he’s going to stay out of this, I turn back to Henry.
“So are we going to do this? I know an empty supply closet.” His cocky smile fuels me, as do the chuckles coming from around us.
“Do you use supply closets often?” I soften my tone, stepping closer.
I don’t miss the way Nate stiffens from the corner of my eye.
“What can I say? All the ladies want me.” He reaches forward, caressing my cheek. “I can be yours, for at least the next thirty minutes or so.”
I trail my fingers down his chest, stopping once I reach his pants. “Is this what you want? Why bother with the closet? Why not do it right here?”
He chuckles nervously now, losing his cocky demeanor. “Don’t you want privacy, baby?”
“Nah. No need.” I unzip his pants. “I’m a whore, just like my mommy, right?” I say as I pull his dick out.
“Whoa.” He backs up, but I reach below his tiny prick, cupping his balls.
I hear some snickers from around me, but I ignore them. I focus all of my energy on Henry.
“You want more?” My voice drips with a sickly sweetness.
“No.” He clears his throat. “No. Stop.”
He tries to back away again, but I squeeze harder, making him wince.
“Oh? So I should listen because you said no? I should let go?”
He nods his head, not saying a word. I tighten my grip, making him keel over in pain.
“I can’t quite hear you, dear. What was that?”
“Ye—” He clears his throat again. “Yes. When someone says no, you should listen. You shouldn’t keep pushing. Point made.”
I give him a small smile. “I sure hope so. If I hear about you touching another woman without her permission or harassing them, I’ll deal with you myself. Trust me, this little prick doesn’t want to see my face again.”
I give an extra hard squeeze before I let him go, watching him go to one knee on the ground.
Then I turn, doing a little bow to the hallway of students who have become my audience.
“Nice show.” Nate gives a slow clap.
I ignore him, turning to go toward the bathroom. He falls in step beside me.
Once at the bathroom door, I figured he would stop, but he follows me inside.
