Lorna sipped her glass of Chardonnay with a giggle, her face almost as red as her cocktail dress. She was surrounded by people, men, and something about being circled by these strong, dominant older men made her feel comfortable. She felt at home. It had been a few months since the Christmas party, and Lorna had procured herself a reputation. Suddenly every student in her class needed tutoring, and every student’s father took a sudden and keen interest in their child’s education.
Lorna decided to throw a cocktail party and invite all of the parents of the children that she tutored. Or at least, all of the fathers. Lorna’s husband was in favor of this idea, after all his wife’s job was very important to her and he would do anything to facilitate the relationship between her and her students. Little did he know, she was a little more involved than he had anticipated. While Lorna entertained the dozen or more men at their house, Max had been sent out to pick up a couple bags of ice that Lorna had conveniently forgotten to get before the party. She was sure this would give her enough time for some risky, dangerous fun, but the truth was that she didn’t care if he got home before she was done. This was her new identity, this was what she wanted. She wanted filth, risk, degradation, and most of all, she wanted to get caught.