“You could have a little respect for the rules—and the other students.”  My remedial English professor, Mr. Matthews, waved a hand through the smoke drifting from the tip of my cigarette as he walked by.

“Oh shove it up your ass, Mr. Matthews.”  I glared at him and took a drag, flicking the butt at his shoe before exhaling.

“I need a new job...” he muttered as he scurried towards the building.

“You’re so mean to him.” My best friend, Amy, shook her head and laughed.  “He never tries to bust you or give you a hard time.”

“He wants me.  That’s why he walks by here every morning.  He knows I’m always here.”  I grinned at her and picked up my books.  “I always sit on the front row and spread my panties so he can see them—that’s why I’m passing his class and I haven’t done a single homework assignment.”

“I wish I could get away with that.  I’ve been working on the midterm paper for weeks now and all I want is a passing grade.”  She sighed and picked up her books.

“Why are you even bothering with that shit?  The only reason I’m trying to pass is because I want to actually get in some college classes so I can get invited to better parties.”  I walked alongside her as we entered the building.  “They’ll let me split up my day if I run out of high school classes to take.”

“My parents are pissed that I didn’t pass last year.  If I fail again, they’re going to cut up my credit cards.  I’ll have to wear the same clothes again next year.”  She shook her head as if the world would stop if that happened.

“Damn...”  I shrugged.  “My parents don’t give a shit; they’re happy I’m in college.”

“You aren’t—not yet.”  We got to our first class and stopped at the door.

“The name on the sign says University, so as far as they’re concerned, I’m in college.”  I grinned and walked into the classroom. 

I had been attending Grantham University for two years and even though Mr. Matthews would give me a passing grade, it was unlikely my third try at my senior year was going to be any different than the previous two.  I really didn’t care at that point.  I was nineteen years old and planning to ride the gravy train until my parents stopped footing the bill and let me live out my days by their pool working on my tan—hopefully with a hot pool-boy somewhere in the vicinity.  I figured I had another three or four years before they got tired of spending money on school and let me call it quits.  Until that happened, I was just going to have fun with it and do whatever the hell I wanted to do. 

Grantham University was literal chaos most of the time.  It was filled with people just like me who didn’t make it in public school.  We were the forgotten children of the elite—sons and daughters they weren’t proud of.  I had a brother that was the shining star of my family so he could keep the Lewis name afloat while I lived off the spoils.

***

“WHERE’S THE PARTY AT tonight, guys?”  I walked up to a group that was leaned against their lockers chatting.

“Are you going to put out this time or just tease me?”  The largest of the group, a guy named Braden, gave me an air kiss, which I caught and smiled.

“You’re the one that passed out.”  I shrugged and nudged him with my shoulder.  “So where the party?”

“Frank’s house.”  Braden motioned to Frank, who was perched against his locker across the hall talking to a girl.   

Braden smiled and leaned down to kiss me, but I carefully dodged it.  “Great, I’ll see you there.” I grinned and took a step back.

“I’m getting in your panties this time, Bethany.”  His words were loud enough to cause several heads to turn as I walked away with a smirk on my face.

Braden was hot, but he wasn’t really my type.  It seemed that I hadn’t found my type yet, because I was still a virgin despite talking a good game about my exploits.  I talked about it so much when I was younger that people just assumed I was riding a cock carousel, so when it got to the point I was actually in a position where I could have sex with someone, I was scared they would find out my secret.  My reputation as a slut meant most guys were only after me for sex, which further complicated things.  As long as I was at Grantham University, it was unlikely that I was going to meet someone that could tempt me enough to ever consider spreading my legs.  It was more fun to tease them anyway.  Eventually I would find the right guy, but until then, I was going to use my body to get what I wanted without putting out. 

I went through the motions during most of my classes, but when it was time for Mr. Matthews class, I was ready to put on my latest performance.  I took my spot on the front row and watched him swallow hard when his eyes moved up my legs to the edge of my skirt.  He tried to look away, but I kept casually letting my legs open a little wider, pretending like I was shifting in my seat and it was a complete accident.  By the time the class was over, he had sweat under his armpits and dotting his forehead.

***

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”  Amy walked up to me as I leaned against the wall next to the men’s bathroom.

“Watch.”  A devious grin crossed my face.  “Mr. Thorne is taking a piss—I’m going to embarrass him when he comes out.”

“How?”  She blinked a couple of times.  “Are you sure you really want to fuck with him again?  You already sent out that auto-tuned video of him eating a sandwich to the whole school.”

“This will be even better.  Get your cell phone out and start recording.”  I winked at her and positioned myself by the door.

Mr. Thorne was an easy target.  He was the principal of Grantham University, which wasn’t exactly a prestigious position.  We all knew that he was just a pansy who wouldn’t stick up for himself, which was why he had been there for so long.  He was the first principal to last more than one school year, so that meant he was the lowest man on the totem pole.  I loved embarrassing him, watching him squirm, and generally knowing I was better than him.  I waited until he opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.  He looked around the hallway for a moment, and then I struck. 

I stepped up behind him, hit my knees, and latched onto his belt.  He spun around in shock for a moment, but before he could react, I had yanked his belt over his thighs and pulled his pants straight down to his ankles.  His boxers rode them halfway down his ass, and by the time he realized what was happening, everyone was laughing hysterically.  He took a step forward, got tangled in his pants, and stumbled.  His face flushed red as he reached down and desperately tried to pull his pants back up.  Bending over exposed more of his pale, white ass and that brought another roar from the group.  I stood up, took a bow, and headed towards my next class while he tried to put himself back together again.