Vander House pt11

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"Are those zip cuffs too tight? You look angry. I hope you're not mad at me," the Dean said with false concern.

Paula didn't reply, just glowered at the other woman.

"It's understandable I suppose. You've been deceived. You feel used. You're hurt. Right now I expect you have a lot of questions you want answered." Tillsdale paused for a reply, only continuing when it was clear she was being stonewalled. "Well I'm here to answer them."

The Dean proceeded to ask herself questions from Paula's perspective. "Why did you need me to take pictures if you sent Campus Security to observe me? Why not just cut out the middleman? One simple reason: deniability. I can't have officials doing my dirty work. Oh wait- yes I can! I'm just sneakier about it. Once I caught wind of a girl in Vander House blimping up (which was months ago, by the way), I sent a maintenance crew to fix their heating ducts. Now that place has hidden cameras up the yin yang."

"Well gee- that just begs the question, why does the Dean need to send some student into the bushes to get shaky-cam footage of something already so well documented? To which I reply: it's not the destination, it's the journey. When I watch what's on this memory card, I won't be seeing a record of what's been going on at Vander House. I know that's just a bunch of softcore bullshit. I'll be seeing the vastly more compelling story of a self-righteous whistleblower turning into a voyeur."

The dean got up from her desk and sauntered past the still-silent student. She got up behind Paula and whispered into her ear. "And ooh- I'm going to enjoy it."

Tillsdale pressed her considerable chest into the girl's back so she could get closer. Her hands traced the hourglass contours of Paula's body, lingering each time around her waist. "You've been a busy girl in those two weeks since I saw you last. You must have been imitating you new idol, because this is new." The Dean gripped Paula's t-shirt and untucked it from the front of her jeans. She caressed the bare soft skin of her belly, exploring the pudge where it almost formed a roll over her tight pants. "My mistake with Miranda was being hands-off. She's Vander Houses' project. I think I can do better."