I stood up on legs that felt like jelly, pressing my back into the cold metal racks, the bars digging into my bare ass.

  She got up from the chair, her skirt falling back down but still hiked up enough to show her thighs shining with wetness.

  “Take your phone back. You’re going to film this now. Give me some new material to hold over you. Or I walk out that door and send everything I have to the dean.”

  My hands were still trembling as I grabbed the phone from her, starting the video recording with a tap.

  She stepped right up to me, her hand wrapping around my...