Note: This is a fantasy about acts that would be evil in reality.
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My alarm went off and I immediately sat up, pushing back the covers. Edward mumbled, and I turned on the light beside his bed.
He blinked in the sudden light, and I smiled at him.
"Ready to go ravish Trinh?"
He smiled at me. "Your bed head is the sexiest thing that exists."
I blushed. "You're just saying that because you're extra horny."
"That's not the only reason," he insisted.
I grinned and handed him his shirt.
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We'd gotten our target a week before. Professor Connor had called us into her office late on a Wednesday, when the building was almost empty and our footsteps echoed in the halls.
"I wanted to tell you that I appreciate everything you've done to get the cheaters out of my classes," she said with a smile.
I smiled back. At the beginning of the semester, we'd been assigned a group project with a notorious slacker, Gianna, who had skipped out on us. Since our group project was about rape fantasies, Edward and I had decided to involve her whether she liked it or not, and ravished her out in the woods behind our campus. When Gianna dropped out, Professor Connor found out what we'd done and recruited us to ravish another cheater. Now, both girls were taking some time away from cheating to get ready for motherhood.
"We aim to please," I said.
"Well, that's good," she said, "because you've got another chance to earn your keep. One of my TAs has been accepting bribes to pass people in 100-level classes. If that keeps up, you're going to have more girls to deal with in my 200-levels than you have time for."
"We'd be happy to try," Edward volunteered, and I squeezed his hand.
"I'm sure you would, but it's better to nip these things in the bud," she said. "If she's knocked up and can't teach, those slackers all fail, and I don't have to deal with them."
I stifled a frown. "Isn't there an official process for getting TAs out?"
"There is," she admitted. "But Trinh's parents are leaders in the Vietnamese-American community and huge donors to the school. I'd get the stink-eye from the board if I booted her. If she drops out because she got knocked up, though, I come out fine."
"That's...oddly political, but alright," Edward said.
"She's a cutie, so don't complain," Professor Connor said.
"Alright," I said.
"Speaking of which, make sure you get a good video," she added. "They're quite stimulating."
I looked at Edward, and he nodded. "Alright," I said.
"Alright," she repeated. "I'll let you get to it."
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Edward and I stepped out into the early morning darkness, our masks already on, and walked through the woods towards the neighborhood on the opposite side. It was mostly rentals for students, either undergrads like us or grad students like Trinh. Her roommate was another TA, and they rented a two-bedroom that backed up to the forest.
We crouched in the bushes and watched the door through a pair of binoculars. Just past six, Trinh's roommate stepped out and piled her teaching materials into her car, then drove off.
"She teaches until ten, right?" Edward murmured.
"Yep," I replied. "We'll have the house to ourselves."
Trinh stepped out a few minutes later. In spite of the fall chill, she wore nothing but clingy leggings and a sports bra. She slipped her earbuds in, then jogged down the driveway and along the sidewalk.
Once she was out of sight, and once she'd had a few minutes to jog away, we stepped up to the back door. Trinh had hidden a copy of her key in a decorative fountain, and I slipped it out and unlocked the door.
It was dark inside. Edward and I fumbled our way down the hall, then found the bedrooms and stumbled into Trinh's.
"She usually showers when she gets back from her run," I said. "So if we're quiet, she might get naked before she knows we're here."
Edward nodded. "Camera in the bedroom, then?"
"Definitely."
We set the camera up, then hid in the closet. It was near the door, with her dresser on the opposite side of the room, so if she did start changing we'd have a good view, and even if she just walked in we'd be between her and the door.
"How long is her run?" Edward asked softly.
"About half an hour," I said. I reached over and took his hand, giving him a quick squeeze. We'd refrained from having sex the past two nights so that he'd have a really big load for Trinh, and I knew he must be horny as hell.
He leaned close to my ear, and I closed my eyes, expecting a kiss or a flirtatious nibble.
"I didn't bring a book," he whispered. I giggled and gave him a playful shove.
"You're supposed to be working," I whispered back. "Don't get distracted."
"Whatever you say, boss," he said, but he was leaning in for a kiss when he said it, and I couldn't do anything but kiss him back.
Anything forbidden was a source of excitement for us. We had broken into a woman's house, and we were kissing in her closet. The fear of discovery was just another form of excitement, and it made my heart race as surely as Edward's hand on my back, or his lips on mine. I panted, leaning back to let him kiss my neck, moaning softly even as I tried to keep an ear out for the door.
I didn't think we were kissing for long, but my sense of time is not the best when I'm kissing Edward. We both froze the instant we heard Trinh's key in the lock, though. She set something down in the entryway, then padded back towards her bedroom. I whimpered a bit as Edward pulled back from our kiss, and he squeezed my hand.
"Soon," he whispered, and leaned forward to peer out at Trinh. Silently, I followed suit.
