Free But I Am A Lesbian! (Filthy Education Series) by Sophie Sin Page A

spine arches in that direction, and then suck
every speck of juice from my fingers.
    “ A beginning,” I advise
her to Emma's amusement.
    I leave. There is nothing left to be done
here.

The male has surprised me.
    “ Andrea, you think that
you can hide from me forever.”
    It sounds like a question, but it's not.
    “ Fuck you,
cripple.”
    He chuckles and yanks my head back by my
long jet black hair. His tongue running full and filthy up the
front of my neck makes me shiver in disgust.
    “ Ahhh? You don't remember
that I still have it?”
    I say nothing.
    “ You'll do what I told you
to do, you posh slut.”
    Harry's scar, a long nasty cut that runs up
the left side of his face over the eye, creases as his lips curl up
in an ugly smile.
    “ I will see you in the
tool shed at 8pm. If I don't then they'll all get to see
it.”
    I growl in distaste and spit on the concrete
at the edge of the school building where I am. That bastard has me
on film doing things with a young woman that weren't entirely
consensual at the beginning. It means nothing that the multiple
times she screamed YES, YES, YES more than invalidate any claim he
might have. However, the first 2 minutes is all that he needs to
make life difficult for me (The accusation wouldn't stand, but the
exposing of my little game would be quite unpleasant in that it
might ruin my perfect record of good behavior.) I didn't work the
last 3 years since I joined this military academy at 20 to have
some moronic male ruin my reputation. I'd rather do what he wants
me too and hate myself for it later.
    “ Fucking male.”
    The disgust in my voice is strong.

The tool shed is on the westmost side of the
compound next to the training gym where I have spent more than my
fair share sitting on the exercise bikes and climbing the ropes
under the instruction of our gym instructors. Today it looks cold
and lonely under the gray cast sky above that seems so perfectly to
match my mood.
    This filthy man... This would be the tenth time that we have gone through this
whole black mailee and blackmailer situation and it is becoming
tiresome.
    I momentarily consider cutting off the
offending item, but decide that Harry, for all the nuisance that he
is, has some uses (One being his ability to turn a blind eye on
certain occasions.)
    Coming to the door, I smooth down my
uniform, which consists of a green jacket with the academy's
insignia stitched on it above my name, a shortish pleat skirt of
green and gray colors which match the dull tone of the jacket and
the usual medium green knee high socks and army polish leather
shoes. It looks like a school uniform but it's not. This is what
the army felt was appropriate from their number one preparatory
school for women of over 20 years and who am I to complain when, in
exchange, I get a free trip to any university that pleases me
tuition free (not that I care being of good breeding and of money)
with, most importantly, guaranteed acceptance.
    I remind myself of this as I step inside and
find, to my rage, that the idiot male has not turned up. If he
makes me wait long... Well, something will be taking a trip down
the toilet and he WILL be missing it.
    “ Did you wait?”
    So you were watching. It does not surprise me that he is careful. This idiot male
probably thinks that I will one day report him and use his
appearance at the shed as a way to send him packing. If he knew how
much my reputation mattered to me then he would have no
fears.
    “ No, now, what is it that
you want from me this time?”
    Harry limps in, sets down his tool bag on
the single clear bench that occupies the middle of the rather tidy
work area and smiles.
    “ Today, I want to do
something rather crude. You do like crude from what I have
seen.”
    “ If you have been watching
me again...”
    “ I'm always watching,” he
says, meeting my eyes, “and I think that you secretly enjoy
it.”
    “ Shut your
mouth.”
    “ Make me.”
    My fists clench, but he has the power