The Education Chapter Two

A sharply dressed Bette Porter exited the courthouse, followed immediately by her equally alpha solicitor, Erica Gray.

“Well Bette, taking into account, the term that you could be sitting right now, I think you got off pretty well,” Erica stated, flicking short dark hair out of her eyes.

The brunette whirled around in anger, her usually calm and composed posture having disappeared. “What the hell are you talking about? Three hundred hours of community service is hardly getting off pretty well!” the furious gallery owner shrieked, startling some other courthouse-goers.

“Well Bette, would you like me to appeal to the judge, and request him to take back his lenient offer, and maybe tell him that you would prefer the three months in prison?” Erica’s voiced dripped with sarcasm, that the angry Bette couldn’t help but smile.

“Yes, I’d love that, but I wouldn’t want to give you anymore trouble, so I’ll take the three hundred hours if you don’t mind,” Bette smirked at her solicitor, “Now, drinks?”

“Definitely,” Erica drawled, dying to have some personal time with the Lothario.

Heading to the local lesbian bar, they sat in a lounge area on their own, served by their own waiter. The usual local eyes poured over Ms Porter’s rear as she wandered back towards the lounge area she was residing in with her college.

“Enough of this dreary talk Erica, I need to dance,” Bette demanded, dragging her prey for tonight with her.

“Whatever you say Ms. Porter, I am after all on your payroll.”

“And you shall earn your wage Ms Gray.” Bette smirked grabbing the brunette’s ass in a firm grip and leading her towards the dance floor. Inaudible sighs cannoned across the club, as dozens of womens’ dream of being Bette Porter’s woman of the night faded to a far off fantasy.

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Running to catch the phone before it rang out, Tina tripped over a small child-sized skateboard, before finally allowing the phone to come into her grasp. In the background the children laughed mockingly at her stumble, while Alice tried to calm them down with frantic ‘shushings’.