Arielle
Our new jobs were boring, but apparently of the "utmost importance". We spent the afternoon auditing every single gun and blade in the weapons lab, as well as noting the stock. Neither Trey nor Rex tried to engage me in conversation and that gave me a lot of time to think about recent revelations. I also got a nasty realization of just how many weapons the Black Phoenix had, and that was just what was stored as backup.
I knew Trey had been hesitant to recruit me previously, but now knowing the reason why, I couldn't help but wonder why he had allowed me to join at all. According to Rex, he had never recruited a single other person before and by taking me in, he was single-handedly taking responsibility for every decision that I made, whether good or bad. This made me anxious. Just because he was a member of the Black Phoenix didn't mean I wanted him to be collateral damage when I inevitably had to show my true colours. He had helped me, after all.
I really wanted to ask him, but I hadn't yet for two main reasons. One, we were under constant surveillance in the weapons lab and two, even if I did ask, I highly doubted that we would be having a heart to heart anytime soon.
As for Rex, he had been oddly quiet since our conversation earlier. My instincts told me not to bring it up however, so I didn't. "How's the supply of bullets?"
I quickly checked my notes. "Six hundred full crates."
"Take one from each batch and grab a gun. We're going to test them out."
I did as I was told as quickly as I could and followed Trey out. He was apparently too preoccupied to help carry anything, and when I said preoccupied, I meant he was gulping down a Monster drink. Rex continued to examine the guns for any defects. Once we were out of the range of the cameras, I finally posed my question. "Trey?" He grunted to indicate that he had heard me. "Why did you agree to recruit me?"
Trey stopped walking and turned to face me with an expression of annoyance. "You won the fight, didn't you?" He snapped
"What did you want to fight me in the first place? If Rex was telling the truth and you've never recruited anyone, you couldn't possibly have offered to fight every person who wanted to join."
He narrowed his eyes at me, but didn't say anything else. After a moment, he began to walk off. "Wait!" I yelled in frustration. "I'm very grateful, Trey, but I just want to know why."
"Asking too many questions will get you in trouble."
I caught up to him and walked around to face him. "What do you mean?"
He glared at me. "I didn't ask about your reasons for joining, so don't ask me for my reasons for recruiting you."
"I told you I joined because-"
"That's a lie." He sneered.
I was startled by the certainty I heard in his response. "Well if you didn't believe me, then why-"
"No. More. Questions." He stated flatly. "Grab the gun and come." I sighed. Clearly this conversation was over before it had even started.
I followed Trey out into a clearing. He emptied the remainder of his energy drink and hurled the can a distance away. "Load the gun and fire. Target's that can."
I was no novice to shooting a gun, but that didn't mean that the noise didn't bother me. It bothered me a lot less when we were running from the cops, but that was obviously due to the rushing adrenaline through my veins. I aimed and shot the can easily. "Next round." Trey spoke without missing a beat. I loaded the gun and shot again.
This continued until we had tested all the bullets. "Alright. Let's go in." I didn't say anything else and just complied with a stoic expression.
The tension in the room was very noticeable for the remainder of the afternoon. At about seven o'clock, we had finally finished and I excused myself to leave.
Once I had arrived home, I headed straight to my room without another word. My father looked like he wanted to say something, but was stopped by my mother. I realized that I hadn't checked my phone all afternoon when I pulled it out of my jacket pocket. I had three messages from Isabelle and four missed calls from Chase.
I called him back immediately and he picked up on the first ring. "Yes?" I asked.
"I have good reason to believe that the tension between the Black Phoenix and the Sapphire Blood is nearly at its limit."
"How do you-"
"I have my sources."
"Chase Evans!" I lost my patience. "How am I supposed to be careful if you won't tell me anything?"
"That's why I called you. It's too dangerous to have you on the case. Find a way to back out before you're in too deep and we'll find another way."
"No way. You agreed to let me do this."
"Arielle, being involved with one gang is dangerous enough, but two gangs? I trusted you enough to let you fight Trey and not pull you out every single time you've shown up injured, but a rival gang as powerful as the Sapphire Blood are definitely a force to be reckoned with! Before Tristan Vincenzo fully trusts you, he will test your loyalty with reckless, dangerous tasks-"
"I'm not backing out." I hissed in anger. "Fire me if you must. I'll do this myself."
There was a silence on the other side of the line. Then "I'm not going to fire you, Arielle." I didn't respond. He sighed heavily. "Why can't you just do as you're told?"
"I've already gotten this far. I highly doubt there even is a way I can get out safely without suspicion, Sir. I'll be in danger regardless, so I might as well be doing something worthwhile."
"We can get you to lay low for awhile-"
"And what? Change my identity? What about school? My family?" I argued. "Chase, I know you trust me, so let me do this."
There was a silence on the other side of the line again. "This conversation isn't over." He sighed.
"I'm not backing down." I stayed firmly.
"Have a good night." He hung up.
I sighed and opened the text messages from Isabelle.
4:15.
"I was thinking, for this Friday, we could go out for an early dinner."
4:40.
"What type of food do you like?"
7:00.
"Are you home yet, baby?"
I quickly typed a response.
"Just got home."
Before I could press send, my phone began to ring. "Hi," I answered shyly.
Isabelle's relieved voice came through the line. "Sorry honey, I was a bit worried about you when you still hadn't answered."
"Sorry, I literally just got home and was about to text you back."
"This late? Were you at work?"
"Yes." It was only a half-lie.
"Okay, well I wanted to ask if you had any food preferences that I should know about for Friday?"
"No, I'm fine with anything. Thanks for checking."
She chuckled lightly. "Alright, well I'll let you rest then. See you soon, baby girl."
"Goodnight, I can't wait." I responded with a blush and hung up the phone. Friday couldn't come soon enough.
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I had purposely done my makeup with more effort than usual on Friday morning. I had also selected a dress that was classy, but showed off my curves well. The smoldering look that Isabelle gave me when I walked into the classroom was well worth it. I smirked to myself because I had intentionally waited outside the door until the other students had arrived so she wouldn't be able to touch me. From the looks of her face, she knew what I had done. Maybe the smirk on my face gave it away.
You are so in trouble.
She mouthed at me. I smiled innocently at her, causing her to narrow her eyes. To her credit, she didn't say or do anything to me throughout the entire class, until all of the students had left. "Lock the door." She spoke with a steely tone without even looking up from her papers.
"Yes, ma'am." I whispered into her ear. She stiffened as I went to lock the door. The minute the lock clicked shut, I felt a hand snaking itself in my hair, making me squeal loudly in shock.
"Be quiet. We wouldn't want anyone to hear again, would we?" I shook my head and the grip on my hair tightened. "Address me properly."
"Uh, yes, ma'am?" I said uncertainly.
"That'll do for now." She smirked, pushing me down with the hand that held my hair. "Now crawl over to my chair."
My cheeks burned red as I dropped to my hands and knees and complied. I tried to lower my head so that my hair would cover my face, but she held onto it like a leash. Once we arrived at her desk, she sat down in the chair front of me and finally released my hair. Tilting my chin up, our eyes met, and I could see the wicked grin on her face. "So, I don't think what you are wearing is in accordance with the dress code, Miss Reagan."
"I wasn't aware that we had a dress code, Professor." I had no idea where this confidence was coming from.
"Bad girl, arguing with your professor. Don't think I don't know all about your little plan to tease me. Now get over my lap."
I froze for a moment before silently complying. "You know what happens to teasing little girls that act like sl*ts?"
I shook my head and a hard smack came down on my butt. "No, ma'am." I corrected myself.
"They get treated like one." I closed my eyes, blushing hard as my dress was lifted and my panties pulled aside. I braced myself for the pain, thinking she was going to spank me there, but jumped in shock as I felt her fingers on a very sensitive region.
I let out a rather loud whine, but my mouth was immediately covered. I felt Isabelle insert a long and slender finger into me, causing me to shudder, as she started rubbing my clit with her thumb. I tried to plead, but with her hand covering my mouth, all that came out were a string of unintelligible, muffled sounds.
I found myself pushing my lower half against her fingers as I blushed heavily. "Aw, does someone want to cum?" She immediately stopped and withdrew her fingers. "I'm sorry, but only good girls get to cum."
She removed her hand from my mouth with a smirk. I turned my head around and stared at her in horror. I didn't want to imagine how this would look like if anyone saw us. A student, half-naked, bent over her professor's lap. I lowered my head in shame as I heard Isabelle chuckle lightly and pull my panties back into place.
She gave my bottom a firm tap. "Alright honey, get up. If we don't get going, we'll miss our reservation." I slowly complied in a stunned silence, not understanding how she could act so different in a matter of seconds, as if she was simply flipping a switch. She walked over and grabbed her purse before holding her hand out to me. "Shall we?"
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*edited*
Hi everyone,
Slowly getting over exam grade PTSD and getting back to my regular updating schedule.
-Cindy