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Anonymous Sun 06 Oct 2024 18:35:45 No.69755099 Report
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Liz vs Scaler Part 3

>The principal was lying flatly face-down on her desk, shirtless. Careless Whisper played softly from a bluetooth speaker on one of her bookshelves as Damien - her boyfriend - slowly and carefully dug salmon digits into her lower back.
>A long, low, quiet groan spilled from her mouth as he traveled up her spine. God, he knew how to use those hands. Giving him the cash for masseuse lessons was so, so worth it.
>The sound of a knock at her door soured her expression. Good thing she locked it.
“Who is it?”
“Elizabeth.”
>One nonplussed eye opened. Really? She thought she settled that matter weeks ago.
“Be a dear and get it, would you, Damien?”
>The principal didn’t bother moving - letting the brachiosaur seeing her slip her bra back on would just make the poor girl think things were worse than they were.
>Liz entered the room with… decidedly less fervor than her previous visits. No nervousness, no anger. She didn’t even flinch at the sight of her principal topless, or of Damien wearing even less than the last time she saw him here. She just walked forwards and took a seat.
“...Is there a reason for this visit, Miss Farlane?”
“I’ve called my uncle.”
>Both of Scaler’s eyes shot open at that. She nearly forgot to cover her chest as she turned her entire body to look at the treasurer.
>There was little emotion in her body. Only a shellshocked sadness. She wasn’t even really looking at the school administrator - she was staring at the far wall.
“Y-you what!?”
“I’ve called Mr Ferris. I told him that there was an important matter that needed to be discussed after school today. He’ll be here in fifteen minutes.”
“Elizabeth, you can’t–”
>The brachiosaur finally looks at the oviraptor for the first time. It’s the look of someone with nothing to lose.
“I can’t let this go on any further. I don’t care about the audit or the blackmail.”

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Anonymous Sun 06 Oct 2024 18:36:47 No.69755116 Report
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“Please, think this through! You’re the most capable student to have walked through those doors in years, Elizabeth. You can’t just throw it all away!”
“None of it matters. I just want my Damien back.”
>As tension rises and voices begin to raise, Damien is forgotten on the sidelines. He looks between the two of them pensively.
>Is… did he cause this?
>He could’ve stopped at any time. Said no to the Principal. But… he didn’t.
>He looks to his girlfriend, noticing for the first time the bags under her eyes. The dullness of her eyes.
>He averts his eyes, looking down to the ground as he runs a hand through his hair. There’s pain - real pain - in his chest.
>...
>He knows what he has to do.
“Stop!”
>Both women go silent, looking over to the Dilo-Spino as though they never realized he was there in the first place. His chest rose and fell rapidly, concern writ across his face. Just The Two Of Us began to autoplay.
“Please, stop fighting over me like this! I’m not a trophy, I’m - I’m a guy. A guy who should’ve done something about this weeks ago.”
>The cougar and the teen stared at him with… confusion. He turned to the former.
“I enjoyed getting to do all this stuff. I really did! But I have a girlfriend. You can’t just steal me away from her like this.”
“Damien…”
>He shushed her with a smile and a hand on her shoulder. His voice dropped low.
“Edna, you’re a great lady. You can find your own man.”
>The fourty-something lady’s expression turned tender as she looked into his eyes. She’d hug him if she weren’t still covering her breasts with one arm. A sigh escaped her as she shook her head, looking away.
“...Like, on tinder. Not your own school. That’s weird.”
“God, look at me. You’re gonna make a grown woman tear up.”

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Anonymous Sun 06 Oct 2024 18:37:47 No.69755138 Report
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>Turning from the old maid, Damien approached his girlfriend. His hands were clasped as he looked down. He wished he didn’t have to have this conversation, but… she deserved it.
“Liz, I… I’m sorry.”
>Silence. Nobody says a word.
“I’m sorry I let things go on this long. I never wanted to hurt you. I never knew about any blackmail - if I did, I never would’ve agreed to this again! I just… thought you were okay with things, since you didn’t say anything when she called me up again.”
>He raises his gaze to his girlfriend.
“But I never did anything worse than wearing this thong and giving Edn- Principal Scaler a massage. I know what boundaries I shouldn’t cross.”
>Liz’s face doesnt move, but her eyes tell a different story. A little bit of life returns to them. He cups her head in his hands - just the way she likes - and holds it for her, relieving the tension from her neck. Soft scratches work the tension from her jaw. Damien dares to smile down at her - not quite a happy smile, but…
“A-and doing all this, well… it gave me an idea of what I wanna do in life. It’s why I kept coming here in the first place. Modeling, and massages, and dance and all that stuff. It’s really fun, and I learned a lot!”
>There’s no response. His smile falls.
“...I get it if you’re mad at me, Liz. I kinda deserve it. I just… figured you deserved to know why I did all this.”
>Silence. Then…
“...Will you give me a massage when we get home?”
>She’s looking up at him in that sad, hopeful kind of way that a child asks for ice cream after falling on the pavement. He can’t help but chuckle.
“...Yeah, Liz. Yeah, I’ll give you a massage.”
>She pulls him slowly into a tight hug, her neck wrapping haphazardly around his shoulders and collar. Yeah, thing’s’re gonna be alri–
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
>All three of them go stiff, eyes wide.
“...Miss Scaler? Why is your door locked?”
>Ferris is here.

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Anonymous Sun 06 Oct 2024 18:38:48 No.69755156 Report
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“J-just a minute, Mr Ferris!”
>Principal Scaler struggled to get her bra and top, not even bothering to cover her nipples at this point. She has a whale of a problem standing right outside her door, and it’s WAY more important than exposing herself in front of her students. Liz’s voice comes in a panicked whisper.
“What do we do!?”
“I don’t know! Shit, shit, shit! Why the hell did you have to get Ferris involved!?”
“Why the hell did you have to creep on my boyfriend!?”
“Calm down!”
>Damien, already fully dressed, stands confidently.
“I have a plan.”

>The office door unlocks with a click. Rather unprofessional of Edna to lock it in the first place, especially when she was expecting a meeting.
>Ferris ducked under the doorframe, casting his gaze about the room. There’s Liz. She seems a tad nervous - probably about whatever this meeting’s about. Still, good to see her in better spirits. She’s been a zombie these past couple of weeks.
>And Edna. Frazzled as well - though hers extends to her appearance. Her blazer’s on backwards, and her hair could use a brushing. Suppose the stress has been getting to he–
>He pauses, raising an eyebrow. Is that Damien? What on Earth is he doing here?
“Liz. Principal Scaler. …Damien.”
>Edna returns his nod, gesturing to the third seat. It creaks under his extreme bulk, but doesn’t break. He offers a silent thanks to Senator Chalmers for pushing through the Supporting-Megafauna-In-Education Act seven years ago.
“So, Liz informed me that there’s something important that needed to be brought to my attention?”
>Edna nods, stuttering over her words. Probably hasn’t had her evening cup yet.
“Yes, well - it’s not exactly conventional, but, one of our students wished to complain about several… school facilities.”

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Anonymous Sun 06 Oct 2024 18:39:48 No.69755177 Report
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>The oviraptor gestures to Damien sitting next to him. He raises his eyebrows, giving a small frown of surprise. He didn’t expect Randy’s boys to be the sort of fellows to get involved in school matters.
>Damien stands up, taking a deep breath.
“Hooh. Alright. So, Uncle Mi–”
“Mr Ferris.”
>Damien smiled sheepishly as the whale corrected him.
“Sorry. Mr Ferris, St Hammond is a school for the arts. But there’s one art that’s never even been mentioned here…”

“Alright, that’s it for the day. See ya, Kiara!”
>The proto-triceratops gave a disappointed huff, but peeled herself off of the cot. She was the last of a surprisingly long line of students - and several parents - who’d come by this saturday for the fundraiser.
>Liz snaked her head over to him from the register, still counting out the bills with her hands. Damien never did understand how she managed to keep track of that without focusing.
“Five, six… A thousand, seven hundred, and ninety dollars! Not bad, Damien!”
>He gave her a full grin, tossing his towel over his shoulder.
“Yeah, well those classes that Edn- MOM - paid for were good!”
“Yo, Dame! Catch you later, ‘mkay? Can’t stick around, got practice!”
“Yeah, see ya on Monday, Chad!”
>He barked out a farewell to his fellow club member as he sauntered out of the emptying gymnasium. Liz couldn’t help but shake her head.
>I mean, there was no chance of Uncle Mike ever approving that massage program. Like, it’s not even an art. But who would’ve guessed that a club for it would be so popular?
>Or lucrative?
“Liz, you wanna go ge–”
“FRILLS! CUT THE CHATTER AND GET TO CLEANING! I WANT MY GYM SPOTLESS BY TWELVE!”
>Damien’s smile turns sheepish as he gives his girlfriend a quick kiss.
“Sorry. Talk to you later, Liz!”

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Anonymous Sun 06 Oct 2024 18:41:06 No.69755211 Report
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>She doesn’t respond - she’s too busy escaping to the rafters to hide her beet-red face as her boyfriend ran over to Coach Solly, the staff member in charge of Damien’s new club.
>Between this and his sudden interest in modeling for the sculpting and painting clubs, it hasn’t gotten any easier to find time alone with Damien.
>But at least she knows he’s hers now.
>She ducks her head back down to other-people-height as she gets back to recording the profits from the massage fundraiser - an action noticeably smoother and less stressful than normal. She smiles at the sensation.
>That whole Scaler nightmare wasn’t ALL bad, at the end of the day. Now her boyfriend’s hot, fit, AND knows how to touch her to make her moan.

fin! sorry it took so long to get around to this. i had an idea of what i wanted to do with it, but wasn't sure how to go about it until just yesterday. also have a joke ending in mind that i might write up later.
enjoy!