Michael Vegas steps into Principal Victoria Voxxx's office ready for battle. He's here to fight for a book she just pulled from the shelves. She calls it disgusting. He calls bullshit on her stance and says senior students should get to decide for themselves. She shrugs it off, insists the thing is pure trash with zero value. He fires back, "Have you actually read any of it?" She reels, telling him she wouldn't touch that kind of filth. He shakes his head, tosses the book on her desk by mistake, and storms out. Alone, Victoria grabs the book to chuck it, but something stops her. She flips it open, just to prove how vile it is, and lands on a scene that sets her on edge. Heat crawls up her neck. Her pulse kicks. She glances at the door, then slips a hand under her skirt, fingers working fast as she reads. Her breath gets ragged, the dirty words hitting harder each line. The door swings open. Michael freezes, eyes wide. She snaps the book shut and blushes hard, yelling it's all his fault. He smirks and tells her to cut the crap. The real problem isn't the book; it's that she's pissed nobody's getting her off the way those characters are. She tries to deny it but ends up spreading her legs wide on the desk. "Eat me," she orders, voice shaking. "Make me come and maybe I rethink the ban."
Michael Vegas steps into Principal Victoria Voxxx's office ready for battle. He's here to fight for a book she just pulled from the shelves. She calls it disgusting. He calls bullshit on her stance and says senior students should get to decide for themselves. She shrugs it off, insists the thing is pure trash with zero value. He fires back, "Have you actually read any of it?" She reels, telling him she wouldn't touch that kind of filth. He shakes his head, tosses the book on her desk by mistake, and storms out. Alone, Victoria grabs the book to chuck it, but something stops her. She flips it open, just to prove how vile it is, and lands on a scene that sets her on edge. Heat crawls up her neck. Her pulse kicks. She glances at the door, then slips a hand under her skirt, fingers working fast as she reads. Her breath gets ragged, the dirty words hitting harder each line. The door swings open. Michael freezes, eyes wide. She snaps the book shut and blushes hard, yelling it's all his fault. He smirks and tells her to cut the crap. The real problem isn't the book; it's that she's pissed nobody's getting her off the way those characters are. She tries to deny it but ends up spreading her legs wide on the desk. "Eat me," she orders, voice shaking. "Make me come and maybe I rethink the ban."
