"Most people would assume it’s a man," Bette said softly.

"From what I heard, and I hope I’m not crossing any boundaries by saying so, but you are a lesbian," Tina said, "readers who know who you are would assume the narrator is a woman."

Bette bit her lip, "that’s cause she is."

"What’s her name?"

"I don’t know."

"What’s my queen’s name?"

"I don’t know."

"Shouldn’t you know all this as the writer?" Tina asked.

"Maybe because I’m not sure who they represent," Bette said, "this may be completely fiction, but every character is based off someone in my life, personality wise at least."

"So is the narrator supposed to be you?" Tina said looking directly into Bette’s eyes.

Bette averted her eyes and bit her lip. She knew the double innuendo of the question. By admitting that the narrator was a representation of her, albeit, a way more extreme representation, she would also be admitting to be being a weird masochist who enjoys pain. Most people would first assume sadist, but Bette didn’t like inflicting pain, she liked receiving it.

Bette looked back at Tina who hadn’t shifted her eyes away from her. Bette had been a lesbian long enough to know the signs of a woman who was turned on, and this blonde bombshell couldn’t hide the lust in her eyes. She knew that hiding away in her insecurities would never get her anywhere. Of course acting on her impulses was what got her in trouble in the first place, but for some reason her patient and beautiful professor inflicted on her a trust she’d never felt before.

‘There needs to be trust.’ 

Dana’s words kept replaying in her head and she knew that this was her chance. Other than Dana, this was the only person Bette felt she could trust.

"Yes, she is a more extreme version of me," Bette admitted.

Tina looked extremely pleased by that answer and she said, "how much more extreme?"

Bette blushed and answered timidly, "not so morbid."

Tina smirked. It was a smirk that sent a jolt of heat right to Bette’s clit. She squirmed in her seat and Tina just smirked wider, having just figured out how much control she really had.

"So choose a name close to yours, or maybe with the same initial," Tina suggested.

"Beatrice?" Bette suggested.

"Christ no!" Tina laughed, "how about Bianca?"

"Too white," Bette suggested.

Tina let out a mock scoff and said, "hey!"

"Oh, no offense!" Bette added turning a deep shade of red.

Tina laughed and said, "no it’s fine, I’m just messing with you! Um how about, Betty."

"Way too close!" Bette said, "Belinda."

"Is she hispanic?"

Bette giggled and said, "ooo! Beverly!"

"Too long," Tina said, "what about just Bev?"

Bette beamed as she nodded feverently. Tina thought she would melt. She had never seen the brunette smile and now that she did, she definitely knew she was in deep trouble.

"What about ‘my queen?’" Tina said trying to stay focused, "what’s her name?"

"I don’t know."

"Who does she represent?" 

"My dream girl I guess," Bette said with a sad sigh, "I haven’t found her yet."

Tina reached over the desk and gently grabbed Bette’s hand, "who knows Bette? She could be right under your nose and you don’t even know it."