Lance gasped. "Where did you even learn to talk like that?"
He reached back and pinched her cheeks lightly. "You little brat. Is this how you speak to your older brother now?"
She swatted his hand away, grinning as the car rolled onto the road.
Twenty minutes later, back at the school.
A tall blonde woman stepped into the disciplinary office, heels clicking softly against the floor.
She closed the door behind her and walked straight toward Ms. Carmichael’s desk.
Without a word, she planted her hands on either side of the chair, leaning in close.
"Hey, babe," she murmured. "You done with those kids?"
Ms. Carmichael looked up, then smirked.
She reached up, fingers curling around the woman’s neck, pulling her down just enough to brush a kiss against her lips.
"Yeah," she said lazily. "And now that you’re here... can we do a quick one? You left hanging all morning."
The blonde woman grinned, tracing a finger beneath Ms. Carmichael’s chin.
"If that’s the case, then I won’t tell you twice. Ass on the table, panties down. It seems the disciplinary officer might need so discipline today.."
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Lance lowered the window slightly as the car pulled to a stop by the pavent.
Lacey stood there with a McDonald’s bag dangling from her fingers, fries already peeking out the top like she’d started without sha.
She looked calr now, the earlier fire dulled into sothing more manageable.
"I’ll call you when I get ho.." Lance said, leaning his arm against the door.
"No funny business, okay? And I’d like it if you go ho tomorrow and spend so ti with Mum. No fighting either. Mum didn’t raise a gangster."
Lacey rolled her eyes but smiled anyway.
"You worry too much. I’m not planning on starting a cri ring overnight."
"I’m serious, Lacey."
"I know," she said, softer this ti. "I’ll go ho tomorrow. I promise."
Lance studied her for a mont, making sure she ant it. Then he nodded. "Text when you get inside."
"I will."
She stepped back from the car and lifted the McDonald’s bag in a small salute.
"Drive safe, big brother."
Lance shook his head, lips twitching despite himself. "Don’t push it."
The car pulled away, leaving Lacey standing there as she watched it disappear down the street.
She exhaled, then turned toward Ashley’s house, adjusting her grip on the bag.
Her phone buzzed almost imdiately.
[Lance: I an it. Behave.]
Lacey snorted and typed back.
[Lacey: Yes sir.]
She slipped the phone into her pocket and headed up the walkway, the weight in her chest lighter than it had been all morning.
The drive back to Nob Hill was quiet. The city shifted around them, Oakland giving way to familiar streets and familiar turns.
Lance leaned back against the seat, exhaustion finally catching up with him now that the adrenaline had worn off.
When they reached his apartnt building, Benjamin didn’t pull away imdiately.
"Wait here, Lance. The boss wanted to give you sothing. This is the price you have to pay," Benjamin said, holding out a neatly wrapped box.
Lance took it cautiously, his brows knitting together. "Thanks... I guess."
Benjamin bowed slightly. "Have a good day..." and then he got back into the car and drove off.
Lance stared at the box in his hands, biting his lip. He knew whatever was inside wasn’t going to be ordinary. With hesitant fingers, he unwrapped the package.
Inside, neatly folded, was a vibrator dildo. A small envelope rested on top. Lance’s eyes went wide.
His heart thumped.
He opened the note and read it aloud to himself, his voice barely above a whisper:
[Place the speed to the highest, and record yourself being pleasured by it. Afterward, send the video to .]
Lance froze, staring at the note. His mind raced, the initial shock hitting him like a thunderclap.
After a long pause, he exhaled shakily, the adrenaline slowly giving way to... sothing else.
Curiosity and nervous anticipation.
He set the box down on the counter, running a hand through his hair, and muttered under his breath, "Well... okay then."
With a deep breath, he headed toward the bathroom. The thought of a shower was suddenly very appealing.
Lance could feel the excitent buzzing in his skin as he bathed.
This was sothing he had never tried before and the thought of sending it to Ansel made him tingle a little bit.
Would Ansel think it was hot?
Would he jerk off to it?
These were the questions on his mind.
He still had the equipnt he used back when he was still creating videos for his OF account so he could use them.
Again.
He wondered what Ansel’s reaction would be when he saw the video.
He dried off and walked into the room.
There was no need to wear clothes, he walked to the closet and brought out the video equipnt.
A small tripod, a ring light, and a compact cara. Not professional-grade gear, but enough to capture clear footage.
The tripod legs clicked into place as he adjusted the height to eye level. He tested the tilt, making sure the cara would cover the right angle, then plugged in the cara’s battery pack.
The small display flickered on, confirming it had enough charge for a full session.
Next, he positioned the ring light just behind the tripod, adjusting it so the light would be soft and evenly spread across the area.
He checked the angle several tis, making sure there were no harsh shadows or glare that could ruin the footage.
On his desk, he pulled up the cara app on his laptop, connecting it to the cara to monitor the framing. The screen showed a clear rectangle, empty for now, but perfectly composed.
He double-checked the sound, even though he might not need it much. A quick test beep confird the microphone was working.
Everything seed in place.
Finally, he took a deep breath, stepping back to look at the setup. It was minimal, simple, but functional. The room was ready for recording, all that was left was him.
He brought out a sanitiser from the drawer, cleaning the vibrator throughly before walking to the bed.
"Alright. Let’s get this started."
Of course he couldn’t forget his trusty mask, he didn’t know what Ansel was going to do with the video but if it circulated at least his face won’t be showing.
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