The room was spartan and nearly bare. Similar to the room that August had been staying in - though it only contained a simple, small bed with a blanket and pillow. It felt like a jail cell.

Cat sat on the edge of the bed and tried to calm her racing thoughts. She was exhausted, but could still feel the adrenaline coursing through her body. She didn’t even particularly feel upset or betrayed by Max. Or August. She felt terrible for her friends. She wondered where Max was. Wondered what would happen to August. Surely he would leave St. Joseph’s after that incident?! How could the president’s son stay at a school that subjected him to…THAT?!

She took off her shoes and turned down the blanket on the bed. At least it was thick and looked warm. She unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor, decided that she’d keep her blouse on, just in case the dean decided to reappear sometime in the middle of the night. God. She hoped he didn’t reappear.

She climbed onto the bed and wrapped the blanket around herself tightly. Flicked the light switch next to the bed and stared up into the darkness. The room was completely pitch black. There was a faint glow peeking in front under the doorway, but she was otherwise in complete and total darkness. It felt oddly safe and reassuring. She didn’t usually feel so comforted by the dark.

She itched her belly button, and then her hand began to trail further down her belly. She dipped her fingertips below the elastic of her panties and kept slipping her fingers further down below.

She didn’t really know why she was touching herself, but she very quickly found herself fascinated with the wetness between her legs. She wondered if she should remove the panties. She didn’t want to make a mess of them in the night… Surely that amount of moisture was not normal?!

She dragged her fingers back up and touched at her clit. Her body responded immediately, sending a delicious tingle through her entire body. Oh. Oh! That felt MUCH different than it had when the dean had touched it in her sexual education class. She hadn’t dared touch herself since that day, even though it had technically been her homework. She circled a finger around the delicate nub and gasped as she felt another surge of wetness soak between her legs.

She couldn’t - wouldn’t - draw the conclusion that her arousal had come from watching Max give August a blow job. And yet, that was exactly the image that came to her mind as her fingers began to flutter and stroke at her clit. August had looked so uncomfortable, Max had seemed so skilled and in control. Cat let out a mewling noise as her hips jumped up and off the mattress. Just like August’s had when… She gasped again, moaned louder than she thought she would - in spite of herself, and she felt her entire body seize and flood with an overwhelming sensation of tingling warmth.

But then suddenly the image in her mind shifted, became something…scarier - but also - more arousing?! In her mind, now SHE was the one who was laying down on the bizarre chair, legs stretched out wide in either direction. Her hips bucked again of their own accord. She imagined August between them, staring down at her - oppressive - from above her. She gasped loudly and began to move her fingers faster and faster against her clit. Cat screwed her eyes shut tightly and tried so hard to conjure up the mental image of August between her legs, his tongue and hands on her…

Like a flash of lightning flooding her body, her eyes flew open and she cried out loudly. In her mind’s eye, for the briefest flash of a second, the dean was between her legs, hands and mouth on her… She cried out in a different way and looked to her left just to see the flash of a light… go out?

She abruptly stopped her fingers and stared, panting, at the black, blank ceiling above where she lay. What fuck what that??!