I walked out of Faddy's office in a daze. Holy shit, what have I done?! the question screamed in my mind. I rushed down the hall into the women's restroom and burst through the door. I frantically checked the stalls to make sure I was alone before going to a sink and splashing water on my face. I sucked some of the water from my hand and swished it around my mouth, desperately trying to wash away the taste of Faddy's cum.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" I said to my image in the mirror.
"What the fuck were you thinking?!" I asked my reflection as tears began to well in my eyes.
"It was only a fucking bad grade! THAT you could have moved past, but THIS!!! Oh my God! He fucking OWNS me!" I sobbed into my hands for several minutes, pacing back and forth like a caged animal as I imagined my friends, my family, everyone I knew, seeing those pictures and that video. My father would disown me! Finally, I took in a deep breath and as I trembled, blowing it out slowly, I began to calm myself.
"OK, think, Lin! You just have to get a hold of that camera! Faddy's going to a meeting. You can just break into his office while he's gone, grab the camera, delete the pics, and you're no worse off than you were before you got the bright idea to try to flirt your way to a better grade. You can do this!" I took another deep breath and nodded to myself in the mirror. "OK, better get going."
I made my way out of the restroom and headed for Faddy's office. As I approached the door, I suddenly realized that I didn't know if he'd already left or not. I quickly turned and hurried back to the safety of the restroom to make sure he didn't catch my lurking outside of his office. I paced back and forth for a moment and had an idea. I pulled out my phone and opened my web browser. I quickly located the college phone directory and dialed Faddy's office extension. I waited anxiously as it rang once... twice... After ten rings with no answer, I figured it was probably safe. Once again I made my way to his office door. Just to be sure, I dialed his number again. I could hear the phone ringing inside the office. No answer... he was gone.
I looked at the door and breathe a sigh of relief. No deadbolt, just a doorknob lock. I was no master criminal, but an older cousin once showed me a trick for using a credit card to open a locked door. It had come in handy once before when I'd accidentally locked myself out of my apartment. I thanked my cousin in my head as I pulled out my wallet and chose a little-used department store card. I looked around and listened carefully for any sounds of someone approaching. Satisfied that I was alone, I slid the card between the door and the frame next to the handle and pulled the handle towards me as I pushed the card towards the latch. In a moment, the card slid all the way in and the door swung open.
I nearly screamed out with joy, but squelched it as I slipped inside the office and shut the door behind me. I checked to make sure that the door was locked behind me before hurrying over to the professor's desk. I tucked the credit card and wallet in my purse before tossing it on the desk top.
Please let it be unlocked! I said to myself as I rounded the corner of the desk and plopped down in Faddy's chair.
"Let's see..." I said as I yanked on the handle of the deep side drawer, I had seen him pull the camera from. "Shit!" I hissed.
The drawer was locked. I quickly scanned the desk for something to pry it open with. I spied a flimsy-looking letter opener and grabbed for it. Much to my chagrin, it bent with my first attempt to pry open the drawer.
"Fuck!" I said as I looked around the office.
I pulled on the top drawer of the desk, and it slid open. "That should do it!" I said with relief as I spied a screwdriver. I plunged the blade of the tool into the edge of the locked drawer face and pushed. The wood creaked and cracked, but the drawer refused to budge. I slid the screwdriver slightly to the side and tried again. This time, a piece of wood cracked loose and popped free.
"Progress," I said as I prepared to pry the drawer from another angle.
Just as I wedged the tool behind the face of the drawer again, I heard the faint jingle of something metallic. What was that? I wondered, just as the office door burst open and the startled, I jumped and screamed out.
"Don't move!" the campus police officer yelled at me as he shined a flashlight in my face.
"OK... OK... I replied holding my hands up, squinting against the light. "Drop the screwdriver!" he commanded.
I released my grip and the tool dropped to the floor.
"Now, keep your hands where I can see them and stand up!" the officer instructed. I rose to my feet. "Please... officer. I can explain!"
"Shut your mouth! I'll talk to you in a minute. Now come around to the front of the desk, place your hands flat on the top and spread your legs!" I nodded and complied.
The cop quickly moved in behind me. "Now, put your right hand behind your back." As I did, the man grabbed my wrist firmly and I felt the cold metal of his handcuffs against my skin as he clicked it closed. "Now the other hand." With my cuffed, he frisked me quickly, except for the rather thorough groping he gave my breasts before he took me by the arm and guided me to the guest chair. "Have a seat."
As I plopped into the chair, my skirt rode up, coming dangerously close to revealing the fact that I was not wearing underwear. I looked up at the cop, for the first time really being able to see him without the glare of the flashlight obstructing my view. He looked to be in his thirties with dark hair and eyes. His brass name plate identified him as Gomez.
"Officer, please, you have to listen to me!"
The campus cop held up his hand. "Miss, you're in a lot of trouble. I suggest you be quiet, because nothing you can say is going to help you right now," he said, reaching for my purse.
"But I had to break in. Professor Faddy has... he has pictures of me!" I exclaimed.
"Pictures? What kind of pictures?" he asked, pausing his inspection of the contents of my purse.
"The... naked kind," I said, burning red with embarrassment.
"Really?! How'd he get naked pictures of you?" Gomez asked, with a bemused look.
"I... OK, the short version is I failed my midterm exam and I came here with the idea that maybe I could convince him to... you know... help my grade. He turned out to be an even bigger creep than I thought he was and he threatened to hurt my other grades and make sure I never graduated from here or anywhere else unless I did what he said. I didn't know what to do, and I panicked and... well he now has pictures and a video of me to blackmail me with!" I explained, choking back tears.
