The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Talk Dirty To Me”

“All right, all right, I’m here already. Jesus, Miss Lane, don’t get your fucking panties in a twist.”

Melissa Lane had never been spoken to like that by anyone in one of her classes. In fact, Melissa Lane had never been spoken to like that by anyone in her life. One look into her stern green eyes behind glasses that only magnified their intensity, one glance at the auburn hair pulled back into a bun so tight you could deflect bullets with it and the conservative dress that really only a teacher, a librarian or a nun could get away with, and even the casual observer knew that to Melissa Lane, profanity was something that happened to other people.

“Tia Fernandez!” she said, her mouth a thin line. “Might I remind you that we have come to this class...five minutes late, in your case...to study the finest and most glorious compositions of the English language, not the vulgarities you may have picked up from a sailor on leave. Shakespeare, Milton, Donne—”

The pretty Hispanic girl shrugged as she dumped her bag next to her desk. “I don’t give a fuck about Shakespeare, and nobody else in this room does either.” The other students feigned studied nonchalance. They were quite content to watch this sudden and spectacular bit of in-class entertainment (which they would be repeating and embellishing over the next few days to anyone who would listen), but all of them knew better than to get involved. Melissa Lane held her class in an iron grip, despite having barely a decade on some of her oldest students. One boy had accidentally let a ‘damn’ slip when he’d forgotten his paper at home, and had wound up copying ‘Shall I Compare Thee To a Summer’s Day’ three hundred times. They couldn’t even imagine what the teacher was going to do to Tia.

“Ah, yes,” Melissa said with cutting sarcasm. “I’ve heard this particular argument expressed before, albeit with more wit and fewer inane profanities. I suppose you feel that you don’t need to learn about literature?”

“Nope,” Tia said, settling into her seat and glaring defiantly at Melissa. “I turned eighteen three months ago, and I’m already pulling down more dough in a night of doing phone sex than you make in a fucking week.”

“Well, that certainly explains where you’ve picked up that foul mouth of yours,” Melissa said. “It sounds like you’ve got a fulfilling career ahead of you. I don’t see why you’re even bothering to keep our humble company.” By this point, Melissa’s sarcasm had moved past ‘cutting’ and was well into ‘hacking’, ‘shredding’, and ‘mutilating’.

“Because my fucking dad fucking countersigned me, that’s why!” Melissa suddenly understood. Some genius on the school board, concerned with rising drop-out rates, had pushed through a new policy recently whereby even students of majority age could be blocked from dropping out if their parents registered their dissent. It was probably unconstitutional, and definitely pointless. Few of the parents of drop-out students cared enough to sign the forms, and those who did simply became parents of truants instead of drop-outs.

“I see,” Melissa said. “So you thought that you’d just come in here, throw a temper tantrum like a two year-old in front of the most intimidating teacher you could think of, and I’d expel you, thus doing all your dirty work for you?”

“Exactly, except two year-olds don’t say ‘fuck’ so much,” Melissa said. “Dad doesn’t really fucking care if I stay in school anyway. He’s just in the middle of divorcing Mom, and he thinks that if she shows the judge this bullshit form and tells the court that Mom said it was okay if I did phone sex, suddenly he’ll look like Mister Good Parent and he’ll get a better settlement. Well, fuck that. If he wants to get all Machiavellian with Mom, I can play that fucking game too. I figure they’ll send me to the school guidance counselor before they bounce me, and I can let some shit slip about Daddy that’ll fuck him over good.”

That was the worst part about Tia, Melissa thought. In the middle of that frankly obscene tirade, she’d casually used the word ‘Machiavellian’ in a sentence. She had a first-rate mind when she cared to use it, but she’d decided to forgo school and the opportunities education brought, and for what? Talking dirty to some stranger? Obviously, her mother was to blame for all this...but it wasn’t Melissa’s job to judge. It was Melissa’s job to keep order in her classroom.

“Well,” she said, letting the word hang in the air for a long moment. The students looked back and forth between the two women like spectators in a tennis match. “Thank you for explaining the situation to me, although I’d prefer it if you reined in the potty mouth. I’ll take the situation under advisement. Now then, class, if you could please turn to page 492 in your books, we’ll take up our study of ‘Hamlet’ again.”

“What?” shouted Tia. “Aren’t you going to kick me out of your fucking class?”

“Language, Tia! And no. It seems to be what you want, and I certainly wouldn’t be punishing you if I did exactly what you wanted me to do, now would I?” Melissa smiled coldly. “No, you can sit right there with the rest of us. If you choose to try to disrupt the lesson further, that’s certainly unfortunate for your fellow students, but I have no intention of forcing you out of this classroom. In fact, I’d like to see you after class. I have a free period after we’re done here.”

Sure enough, Melissa’s plan worked perfectly. At first, Tia had attempted to disrupt the lesson—she’d grumbled “Bullshit!” loudly during Melissa’s analysis of ‘To be or not to be’, and said that Polonius sounded like an “asshole”—but Melissa simply froze her out, and her estimations of the typical teenage girl’s attention span proved to be quite accurate. After fifteen minutes or so, Tia lapsed into a sullen silence, glaring at Melissa but saying nothing.

When the bell rang, the other students filed out, looking at Melissa with a touch of quiet awe. Tia just sat in her chair as Melissa went over and closed the door (after first making sure that none of her students had lingered near the classroom to overhear.)

“Tia,” she said, taking a seat at her desk, “come over here for a moment.”

Tia flounced over to the chair opposite Melissa’s and sat down sullenly, idly playing with her jewelry.

“Now, I know I’m not generally the sort of person that students open up to,” Melissa said. “But I do understand that you’re going through a very hard period in your life. It sounds like things are quite difficult for you at home.” Tia didn’t respond; she just kept twiddling her pendant absently between her fingers, seemingly more interested in the way the light played off the facets than in Melissa’s words. But Melissa could tell she was listening. “But abandoning your education, Tia, that’s no answer. And for what? A career in speaking to perverts?”

Tia shrugged. “It’s just words. Mom says words don’t have any power unless you give them power. So some dweeb calls me up and wants me to dominate him, make him jerk off and sniff my panties and shit. He gets off on being told what to do, and I get off on ordering him around. Way I see it, I’m the one with the power there.” She looked slyly at Melissa, continuing to fiddle with the pendant. “It’s the same with those other words, too, you know. The ones that piss you off. Fuck, shit, bitch, piss. They only have power because you let them.”

Melissa frowned. “That may be, but using them in front of me is a sign of disrespect, and I—” She broke off. “Could you please stop doing that? It’s most annoying.”

“Doing what?” Tia said innocently, continuing to play with her pendant.

“Fiddling with that thing,” Melissa said. “You keep—” She broke off as a flash of light reflected into her eyes. “You keep getting light in my eyes. It’s very distracting.”

“I’ll bet,” Tia said, showing absolutely no signs of stopping. “It probably makes it very hard to think.”

“Well, I wouldn’t—” Another flash of light stabbed into her brain. “Could you please stop that?”

“Well...” Tia pretended to consider, but she kept flicking the pendant over her fingers as she did so in a way that sent rhythmic flashes straight at Melissa. “No, doesn’t sound like it’s worth it to me.”

Melissa winced and tried to shift so the light wouldn’t hit her, but Tia kept angling the pendant so that those flashes of distracting light flickered into her eyes. “I’m warning you,” she started.

“Warning me of what? I’m only really sticking around right now because I want to give you a piece of my fucking mind. You can’t punish me, I’ll just ignore it. Unless you want to kick my ass, which would get you fired and wouldn’t do shit to me in the long run.” The vulgarisms irritated Melissa further, but the flickering reflections from the pendant were far more obnoxious by now. She found herself blinking every time the light passed over her eyes. “You can’t expel me, because that’s what I want. You wanna go talk to the fucking school board? They’ll just expel me too. You wanna call my fucking dad? He’ll just say he wants to keep me in school, and then you’re back at square fucking one. You wanna talk to my mom? She’ll just tell you to mind your own fucking business and stop sticking your nose in her daughter’s life.”

“I—” The refracted light jabbed into her eyes again, breaking off Melissa’s train of thought before it even started. She didn’t even know what to begin complaining about—Tia’s constant profanities, her obnoxious behavior, or her lack of respect for authority. Melissa had never felt so helpless dealing with a student. She didn’t know how or when she’d lost control of the situation, but she had to admit that she had no idea what to do next.

“So you see, Miss Lane, you have no power here at all.” The flashes came faster and faster now, and Melissa felt like her eyes were shut more often than they were open. “I can say anything I want, can do anything I want, and you can’t say shit about it.” Melissa wanted to deny it, to demand respect from the younger girl, but confusion kept her mouth shut. It was so hard to think... “So I have all the power here. And if I have power, and you don’t, then that means I have power over you, right?”

“I...” Melissa could barely keep her eyes open now. The light was flashing into her eyes almost constantly, and she was so confused, and she didn’t want to answer ‘yes’, but she couldn’t figure out what else to say...

“Right, Miss Lane?”

“yes...” Melissa felt the word just slip out of her mouth. Tia had angled the pendant so the light shone directly into her eyes now, a steady beam of light that caught her and held her and forced her eyes to close and stay closed.

“Good girl,” Tia said. “Now, bitch, let’s have that fucking chat.”

Melissa listened carefully as Tia explained things to her. Most of the time, she just needed to sit there and take in every word Tia said. Sometimes, she heard herself moan or whimper a denial as Tia explained a particularly complex truth, but Tia just kept pressing on with her explanations until Melissa understood completely.

Every once in a while, Tia would ask Melissa a question, and she found herself answering, even though she couldn’t quite remember what the question had been. Some of the answers had involved very personal details about herself, but she knew that she could trust Tia with her secrets. In fact, she knew that she could trust Tia enough to forget this entire conversation until Tia told her it was alright to remember. She sighed dreamily, her docile brain absorbing every word like a sponge until Tia snapped her fingers.

Melissa blinked her eyes several times, clearing away the cobwebs from her mind. She looked over at Tia, who was smiling smugly at her. “I, um,” she said, looking up at the clock and trying to figure out exactly how fifty minutes had passed so quickly, “I’m glad you felt like you could open up to me like this.” She couldn’t remember off the top of her head exactly what Tia had opened up to her about, but she didn’t want to say that. Teenagers could be so sensitive, and Tia was particularly vulnerable right now.

“Oh, it was really helpful, Miss Lane,” Tia said. “I feel much better now. Thanks for the help!” She picked up her bag and left the room, opening the door so that Melissa’s waiting third-period English students could file in.

With one last puzzled glance at the departing girl, Melissa reached for her book. Another tense situation defused, and another (hopefully calmer) class about to begin. She looked up at the students as they got to their desks.

“Are we ready, class?” she said brightly. “Then let’s begin.”

* * *

“...and then,” Principal Harrison said in a tone of voice that wavered between shocked, angry, stunned and dismayed, “you apparently explained to your class that Lady Macbeth was a, quote, ‘power-hungry bitch’, unquote, and that quote, ‘that fucker Macbeth stabbed his best friend’, unquote.”

Melissa gritted her teeth. Bad enough to be called on the carpet in front of Mr. Harrison for the first time in her teaching career, but... “Could you paraphrase this shit, Mr. Harrison?” she asked politely. “I’d prefer not to have to hear the fucking profanity.”

Principal Harrison gaped at her. “Forget about hearing it,” he said angrily, “I’d like you to explain it!”

“There’s nothing to explain,” Melissa said, trying to keep calm. She knew exactly what must have happened. The students who complained were probably friends of that girl Tia Fernandez. After she’d thrown her tantrum in Melissa’s class in first period, she must have come up with the idea of putting some of Melissa’s other students up to filing false complaints about her.

“The students who complained to you were probably friends of that bitch Tia Fernandez,” she said. “She threw a shit-fit in my class in first period, and clearly her idea of revenge was putting some of my other fucking students up to filing bullshit complaints about me.”

“We received fifteen complaints! They can’t all have been lying!” Principal Harrison said. “I’m already getting calls from parents about this!”

Melissa felt hot and flushed with anger at the unjustified accusations, but her tone only grew icier and more precise. “Mr. Harrison, I have taught in this fucking school for six years now. I think you know me well enough to know that I would never say that kind of shit.”

Principal Harrison stared at her like she’d grown antlers. “Melissa,” he said, “I don’t know what the hell is going on here, but it’s got to stop, and it’s got to stop now. You’re tenured, but that’s only going to go so far when the parents start coming down on me.”

Melissa glared at him. “Could you watch the use of the fucking H-word?” she said coldly. “I had to hear enough of that bullshit from Tia Fernandez this morning, I am not in the fucking mood to hear it from you too.”

For a moment, Principal Harrison seemed at a loss for words. “Melissa,” he said slowly, “are you...feeling alright?”

Melissa rubbed at her temples. “No, I’m not. I really feel like...like I’m losing my shit, Bill.” She couldn’t even describe it. She felt hot and itchy under her clothing, and her skin was red and flushed. She was actually trembling. It wasn’t just anger, she knew, but she wasn’t sure what was wrong with her. Probably adrenalin comedown from her confrontation with Tia and their subsequent talk. “Tia Fernandez really did a fucking number on me. I really thought I’d calmed her down, but...I guess the bitch just has some serious fucking issues.”

Principal Harrison looked sympathetic now. She must have gotten through to him. “Alright,” he said. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I want you to go ahead and take the rest of the day off—Miss Arundsen can handle your classes. I’m going to explain to the parents who are calling that you had a bit of a panic attack, set off by an incident with one of the students in first period. It sounds like that’s pretty much the truth anyway. Then I’ll observe you personally in class tomorrow and we’ll see how things go—if there are any problems, we can put you on administrative leave for a few days, you can see a psychiatrist at district expense, and hopefully that will help you get your head together and we can put all this behind us. Does that sound good to you?”

Melissa nodded, still feeling more than a little discombobulated. “It sounds fine, asshole,” she said in relieved tones.

Principal Harrison decided not to reply.

* * *

When Melissa got out of the school building, she knew just where she was going. Something was decidedly odd about the way Principal Harrison and the other teachers had responded to her, and while Melissa didn’t know what it was, she did have the intellect to figure out that it all started after Tia Fernandez had thrown her little tantrum in class. Melissa’s meeting with the principal had taken so long that Tia would probably be home by now. Melissa decided to go have a talk with her.

It was a fifteen minute drive from school to Tia’s house. Melissa had only made it half-way before she saw flashing lights in her rear-view mirror. She knew exactly what they were about, too; she still felt quite unsettled over the whole mess, and despite telling Principal Harrison that she was fine to drive, Melissa knew she was being careless on the road. The policeman had probably noticed her cutting off that other driver a mile or so back. She pulled over. Perhaps if she acted calm and contrite, and explained the stress she’d been under the last few hours, the officer might let her off with a warning.

When the policeman walked up to her car, Melissa rolled down her window, and gave her best sheepish smile. “What’s the problem, asshole?” she asked politely.

“Excuse me?” the cop said.

The downsides of being polite, Melissa thought. She must have spoken too softly for him to hear over the noise of traffic. “I said, what’s the fucking problem, officer?” she said a bit louder, while trying to keep her voice polite.

The policeman just stared at her. “Licence and registration, ma’am,” he said.

Ten minutes later, and Melissa was back on her way, angrily clutching a citation for reckless driving. The nerve of that man, she thought. There was really no call for that kind of attitude, what with her being a taxpayer and all! And everything she said had just seemed to make him surlier and surlier! At least her day couldn’t get any worse. She pulled into Tia’s driveway and headed for the door.

When she rang the doorbell, Tia was the one who answered. “Miss Lane!” she said. “This is a surprise. Come on in. My parents aren’t home, I’m afraid. They’re seeing a marriage counselor, won’t be back for hours.”

“That’s alright, Tia,” Melissa replied, stepping into the entryway. “I actually fucking came here to see you.”

Tia’s face lit up. “Oh, really?” she said as she led them both into the living room. “Oh, that’s...that’s wonderful. Tell me more!”

“Yes, well...I’m beginning to suspect that you pulled some kind of shit on me, Tia.” Melissa sat down in an overstuffed chair, rubbing the back of her neck. “I don’t know exactly what the fuck it was, but nothing’s gone right for me ever since we had that goddamned talk in second period.”

Tia was beaming as she listened to Melissa while sitting on the couch. “And here I thought we were getting along so well. Tell me everything that happened, Miss Lane.”

“Oh, like you don’t fucking know,” Melissa said. She tried to keep that tone of icy precision that served her so well with her students, but it felt unaccountably difficult to concentrate and she knew she wound up sounding more plaintive than anything else. “You put some of the bastards in my third-period class up to...” Melissa trailed off. She felt feverish now, and she kept getting distracted by the tingling feeling in her skin. “Up to talking shit about me to Principal Harrison. Now I’m in it up to my fucking neck at work, I’ll be lucky if I don’t get put on fucking administrative leave.” She felt her breath coming in panting gasps now. Was she ill?

“What sort of shit were they talking about you, Miss Lane?” Tia said innocently.

“Language, bitch!” Melissa said angrily. “I’ve told you over and over, I will not put up with motherfucking profanity! No matter what the fuck is going on in your shitty life, you will keep a civil fucking tongue in your head when you speak to me. Is that perfectly fucking clear?”

Tia’s face clouded over. “OK, I think this shit has gone far enough. Fan-fucking-tastic.”

It was as if a veil had been removed from Melissa’s mind. Suddenly, memories of the conversations of the last few hours filtered back into her head, but this time, Melissa realized what she’d actually been saying. She clapped her hand to her mouth, letting out a tiny whimper of utter mortification. “I...you...what the fuck—” She broke off then, astonished and horrified to hear the word come out of her mouth. “What did you fucking—” She tried again, now close to tears. “What did you do to me, bitch?”

Tia grinned nastily. “I fixed your little red wagon but good, that’s what I fucking did. You really should have asked me more about that phone sex, teach. See, a lot of the losers I talk to have this thing for hypnosis, and well, that’s something I already knew a lot about. So I’ve gotten real good at getting inside people’s heads and making them do shit. And this afternoon, I got into yours.”

“Then get the fuck back out!” Melissa cried out, her mind a swirl of panic and confusion and...and...and...something else. She stood up. “Whatever shit you did to me, make it stop!” She hated to hear those vulgar words from her own lips, but knowing what she was doing didn’t mean that she could keep from doing it.

“Oh, it gets better, Miss Lane. See, I also had a little chat with you about your sex life while you were under.” She put on an expression of mock sympathy. “Seems like it’s kind of non-existent. Kind of ‘never been existent’, in fact. You don’t even jill off.” Melissa wanted to tell her that was none of her business, but she was terrified at how it might come out sounding. “I thought that was really sad. So I added a little something to the suggestions. Every time you swear, it gets you a little hornier.” Her mock-sympathetic expression turned venomous. “Do you even fucking know how many times you’ve been swearing today? Your subconscious does. And every time you do it, it turns up the heat just a little more.”

“I...please, I’m fucking begging you, I...” Melissa shivered. She couldn’t think. This was worse than it had been in the classroom, far worse. Tia just seemed to have some strange power over her, something that left her utterly bereft of her usual poise.

“Come to think of it, let’s go ahead and turn this up a notch. Craptacular.”

“Fuck slut?” Melissa asked. She heard her own words. “Bitch the fuck? Tit slut fuck fucky fuck!”

Tia laughed now, openly laughing at the other woman’s terrified and confused expression. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

Melissa set her jaw, trying to say something, anything other than gutter talk, but all that came out was “Shit my cunt, the fuck slut fucks ass!” And the worst part was, Tia was absolutely right. Every foul word that came out of her mouth increased the heat, the damp slickness between her thighs. And now, every word was nothing more than vulgarity.

Tia leaned back on the couch to enjoy the show. “Oh, this is just great!”

Melissa squinched her eyes shut. Think of Shakespeare, she said. You know the words by heart, just ignore everything and let them roll off your tongue. “To fuck or slit to fuck, tit is the cuntbitch. Fucker to bastard the shits and motherfuckers of goddamn cuntlickers...” It was no good. She collapsed to her knees, sobbing. It was taking all her willpower just to keep from pawing herself.

Tia began to wriggle out of her clothes. “Oh, this is just too fucking perfect! I mean, Miss Fucking Lane, Baddest Bitch on the block, and she’s on her knees right in front of me!” She slipped off her panties, and sat there lewdly presenting her private parts to Melissa’s gaze. “I mean, God Damn, you know?”

“Fuck the fuck?” Melissa didn’t mean to say anything, it just slipped out. Her hands quivered. The tinglings in her intimate places were insistent now, like the throbbing of a second heart. She felt more excited than she’d ever felt in her life. Nothing seemed to help.

“Mom says that it’s natural for young women to explore their sexuality,” Tia said. “And I’ve got this hot hypnotized slut-bitch on her knees in front of me, and the house to myself for a few hours. What do you think I’m going to do?”

Melissa wanted to say, ‘If you think for one moment that I’m going to touch you,’ but it only came out as “Slut fucks bitch for whore cuntlips” before she shoved her hand down the front of her dress and began to touch herself. She couldn’t help it anymore. The insistent needs of her body had grown too strong to deny, and even the degrading fact that she was doing it in front of one of her own students wasn’t enough to stop her anymore.

“Mmm,” Tia said, gently petting her own privates, “that looks good. It’d look even better if you took your clothes off, though.”

“Fuck it!” Melissa cried out, which just sent stronger tingles through her body. Her fingers felt so good sliding into her...her vagina...and despite her incoherent refusal to Tia, she found herself pulling off her jacket and blouse to allow her other hand better access to her bosom.

“So here’s the deal, teach,” Tia said, continuing to stroke her own body, “if you ever want control of your tongue back again...and I think you do...you better come over here and help a girl out. Because my cunt is just about aching right now, and I want to see what a hot little slut like you can do to it.”

Melissa wondered if one of the suggestions had been to arouse her when she heard profanity as well as said it, because Tia’s speech made her shudder with desire. She crawled over to where Tia sat on the couch, somewhat awkwardly because her hand refused to leave its warm nest between her thighs, and gazed up at her through a haze of lust and shame and shameful lust.

“What are you waiting for?” Tia asked. “Get busy, bitch.”

Melissa leaned in, her tongue extended, but Tia put her hand on her forehead. “No. Use your fingers, not your mouth.” She smiled cruelly. “I want you to talk dirty to me.”

Melissa didn’t even know what to say, but all she needed to do was open her mouth as she slid her fingers into Tia’s warmth and the words came all on their own. “Slut fucking fucks the goddamned snatch,” she said. “Fingerfucking slutbitch fucking whores the....ahh!” Her own fingers felt slick inside her, the tingling suddenly so intense that she felt herself clench tightly around them.

“The...the...slitfucking titty bitch, the motherfucking fucker with the cunt fuck fucking fuck...” She was babbling and she knew it, but it didn’t matter, the words never came out as anything other than the worst kind of profanity and it just kept getting her hotter and hotter, and Tia’s eyes were like slits now and she felt just as warm and slick inside as Melissa did, and waves of pleasure were just radiating out from that tiny spot between her legs and as she cried, “Slutty slut cums cuntsucking fuck oh shit fuck slit titty snatch fuck,” she felt them spill over into a tide of bliss like she’d never felt before. Tia’s moan made it clear that she was experiencing the same thing.

When she started to withdraw her hand, Tia grabbed it by the wrist and held it in place. “We’re not done until I say we’re done, understand, slut?”

“Fucking fingerfuck cuntbitch pussylips,” Melissa moaned out, feeling her own arousal begin to climb again.

It felt like hours before Tia finally pushed Melissa’s wet and sticky fingers away from her body, and said, “Enough! Enough, oh, that was...nice...abso-fucking-lutely.”

Melissa felt something shift in her brain. Experimentally, she said, “Something?” She almost sobbed in relief when she realized that the words she’d thought were the same as the words she’d said. “Oh, thank mercy!” she cried out. “The quality of mercy is not strained, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven ...” She quoted Shakespeare’s words as though they were an exorcism, never so happy to hear them spoken in her own voice.

“You know we’re not quits, teach.” Tia’s chillingly smug voice brought her back to reality. Melissa reached for her blouse, blushing. “I’ve still got my hooks in that big brain of yours, and if you don’t play nice, I can do things to you that would make today look like a fucking church picnic.”

Melissa looked down, not daring to meet Tia’s gaze as she pulled her blouse back on. “I know,” she said in a small voice, hating her own timidity. “If it’s a good grade you want...”

Tia laughed. “Shit, no! Were you not fucking paying attention? I want to get expelled! Don’t worry, I’ll make it look good. I’ll go in tomorrow, put on a big show, and you’ll sadly have no choice but to boot me out of that shithole so fast my head will spin.”

“And then you’ll...you’ll let me go?” Melissa said hopefully.

Tia wriggled her body again, displaying her nudity with a perverse pride. “We’ll just have to see. I had fun today.”

* * *

Melissa walked out of school, carrying a manilla envelope. Things actually seemed to be looking up after the terrors and abasements of yesterday, she decided. Not only had Tia blown up so spectacularly that it left Principal Harrison in no doubt about the stress that Melissa had been under, thus saving her from administrative leave, she’d also gotten him to spring for that counseling after all. Which meant that she’d be seeing a professional psychiatrist at district expense.

Psychiatrist and more importantly, hypnotherapist. Melissa knew she didn’t have much hope of breaking whatever hold Tia had on her by herself, but with professional assistance, she felt sure it could be done. That horrid girl would regret her abominable behavior when Melissa explained to a professional just what had been done to her mind! She pulled at the envelope, eager to see the details on her soon-to-be-savior.

A card slid out, and Melissa just managed to catch it before it fell out onto the sidewalk. She turned it over in her hand, seeing the embossed writing. ‘Linda Fernandez, Professional Psychiatrist and Hypnotherapist,’ it said. ‘MD, ACHD. Call for appointment.’

“Ohhhhh....” Melissa stared at the card for a long moment, her gift with words utterly gone. Finally, one word slipped out of her open mouth. The only word she could think of right now.

“Shit.”

THE END