Authors Note:
This work contains seems of non-consent, dubious consent, sexism and misogyny. These are things that should only ever exist in a work of fantasy or erotica.
The writer of this work fully believes in the sacredness of consent between partners and in gender equality.
Round Two
A few weeks went by quietly enough. I'm sure it was very clear to any prying eyes that I wasn't wearing any underwear, and the underclass boys certainly loved that. I'm sure the guys in my grad school classes noticed too. But no one said anything. I even began to talk about my choice to go panty free on my social media. It was a journey I was taking them on. My follower count certainly went up and my yoga photos started getting more likes.
Then I started hearing whispers in the dorms that Alvin had been tormenting a freshman class girl. He had gotten pictures of her and had been sending her nasty texts. Her name was Lizzy Spoof. The poor thing, I decided that I needed to action immediately. I was wearing a crop top and a skater skirt with a pair of slip-on vans. My hair was tied back into one long braid. This bull shit of his couldn't stand. It was one thing, the way he had talked to me, I could take it. But a girl that had just gotten college. No, it was too much. It was noon, so I knew his chubby little ass would be in the cafeteria. Sure enough, there he was, sitting alone in a both between two tables fully packed with frat boys. It was sort of sad to see.
I slide into the booth next to him. He looked up from his food surprised. "Excuse me, what are you doing? Uh..Carly?" he said it as if he wasn't sure he remembered who I was.
"You know who I am," I snapped.
"Um, sure..."
"You're going to stop bothering Lizzy and you're going to delete those photos of her right now while I watch."
"Lizzy who?" he asked.
"Lizzy Spoof" I snarled, I could hear chuckles around us, and I assumed it was because the jock types were enjoying a little shit like Alvin getting his.
"Oh um...well if you want me to do that, you're going to have to something for me," he said leaning close to me.
"What?"
He whispered directly into my ear, "take the index and middle finger of one of your hands and slide them right up inside your pussy right now."
"No, absolutely not," I said, appalled and the unpleasant tingle arriving again.