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,,,,<<widget "you">>
\<<= '<span style=color:' + $you.color + '>' + $args.raw + '</span>'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "billy">>
\<<= '@@.billy;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "moira">>
\<<= '@@.moira;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "talia">>
\<<= '@@.talia;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "ai">>
\<<= '@@.ai;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "brianna">>
\<<= '@@.brianna;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "gloria">>
\<<= '@@.gloria;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "annie">>
\<<= '@@.annie;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "anne">>
\<<= '@@.anne;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "katie">>
\<<= '@@.katie;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "maria">>
\<<= '@@.maria;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "mickey">>
\<<= '@@.mickey;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "roger">>
\<<= '@@.roger;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "beth">>
\<<= '@@.beth;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "man">>
\<<= '@@.man;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "ahmed">>
\<<= '@@.ahmed;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "mikayla">>
\<<= '@@.mikayla;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "grace">>
\<<= '@@.grace;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "alyssa">>
\<<= '@@.alyssa;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "kaylee">>
\<<= '@@.kaylee;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "olivia">>
\<<= '@@.olivia;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "wu">>
\<<= '@@.wu;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "lauren">>
\<<= '@@.lauren;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "sophia">>
\<<= '@@.sophia;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "pyotr">>
\<<= '@@.pyotr;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "casey">>
\<<= '@@.casey;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "angelo">>
\<<= '@@.angelo;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "marco">>
\<<= '@@.marco;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "gino">>
\<<= '@@.gino;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "carrie">>
\<<= '@@.carrie;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "lizzie">>
\<<= '@@.lizzie;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "wilson">>
\<<= '@@.wilson;' + '"' + $args[0] +'"' + '@@'>>
\<</widget>><<nobr>><<bg citycloudy>>
<img src="images/me/mc.jpg" alt="You're being kidnapped." class="left">
<</nobr>>@@color:cyan; //"Finally,"//@@ you said, shoulders slumped as you stared at the imposing iron gates.
Just three days earlier you'd learned that your Uncle Theodore had passed away. You knew you should be sad, but you'd never met the man.
As the last living $you.lastName, you had inherited everything. You didn't know what, the letter just said you'd find out when you arrived at $you.lastName Manor.
And here you were, though it was after midnight, dark and cold.
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 2">><</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg motel>>
<img src="images/alfred/alfreddoor.jpg" alt="You're being kidnapped." class="center">
<</nobr>>
<<speech "Me">>Hello, I'm $you.firstName.<</speech>>
<<speech "Charles">>Pleased to meet you, sir. I'm Charles, the butler, at your service.<</speech>>
He didn't look particularly pleased.
<<speech "Me">>Wow, that's a relief. I thought you were going to introduce yourself as Count Dracula or something.<</speech>>
<<speech "Charles">>Droll. Welcome home, sir.<</speech>>
He stepped aside, waving me in.
<<speech "Me">>Thank you.<</speech>>
You quickly slip past him.
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 6">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg motel>>
<img src="images/moira/chloe2.jpg" alt="Moira." class="left">
<</nobr>>@@color:cyan; //"You only have one package to deliver. Is that correct?"//@@
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 8a">><</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg motel>>
<img src="images/home/mansionhall.jpg" alt="Marshal Marsha Marshall." class="center">
<</nobr>>
<<speech "Charles">>Follow me, please.<</speech>>
Charles turned and strode away. The old guy could move. We went past various rooms filled with expensive looking art and antique furnishings. None of it to your taste. However, the speed Charles moved didn't give you chance to study any of it.
@@color:grey; //"It's probably well past the old guy's bedtime,"//@@ you thought. @@color:grey; //"I'll have plenty of time to look around tomorrow."//@@
As we walked, things began to move and squirm in the corner of your eyes. When you looked, everything seemed normal.
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 8b">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg citycloudy>>
<img src="images/home/gates.jpg" alt="You're focused." class="center">
<</nobr>>
<<speech "Me">>I'm fucked if they don't let me in.<</speech>>
You muttered and pushed the button on the gate intercom. An ancient voice answered the on the third buzz.
<<speech "Me">>Hello! Hello, I'm $you.firstName $you.lastName. I got a message to come here as soon as possible.<</speech>>
@@color:orange; //"Hmmm,."//@@ was the reply. @@color:orange; //"I'll meet you at the door."//@@
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 3">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg citycloudy>>
<img src="images/home/homen.gif" alt="You're thinking hard." class="center">
<</nobr>>The trek up to the house took longer than anticipated. The long drive snaked through the wooded grounds, taking you out of sight of the house at times. The house was indeed larger than you originally thought, and it looked quite spooky. You stare up at the mansion.
<<speech "Me">>I definitely need to sell this place. I think a nice place on the beach would be perfect.<</speech>>
The front door loomed above you, ten feet tall. It swung open as you approached. A tall, thin man with snow white hair stepped into the doorway. He wore a black tuxedo and black tie.<div id="test"><<link "Continue looking.">>
<<replace "#test">><<link "WHO IS HE?">>
<<replace "#test">><img src="images/alfred/alfreddoor.jpg" alt="a finger pointing at you" class="left"><<link "Hello!">>I think I'm in heaven.
<<replace "#test">><img src="images/alfred/alfreddoor.jpg" alt="a finger pointing at you" class="left"><<link "Hello!!">>
<<replace "#test">><img src="images/alfred/alfreddoor.jpg" alt="a finger pointing at you" class="left"><<nobr>><<link "IS YOUR HEARING AID TURNED ON!!!" "intro 5">><<set $hint=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Hint: Choices");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>>
<</replace>>
<</link>>
<</replace>>
<</link>>
<</replace>>
<</link>>
<</replace>>
<</link>>
\</div>
[[enter choices]]<<set $contacts=0>>
<<set $students=0>>
<<set $files=0>>
<<set $hint=0>>
<<set $tutorial1=0>>
<<set $tutorial2=0>>
<<set $tutorial3=0>>
<<set $tutorial4=0>>
<<set $tutorial5=0>>
<<set $tutorial6=0>>
<<set $lesson1=0>>
<<set $sunday11a=0>>
<<set $sunday11b=0>>
<<set $sunday11c=0>>
<<set $sunday12a=0>>
<<set $sunday12b=0>>
<<set $sunday12c=0>>
<<set $sunday13a=0>>
<<set $sunday13b=0>>
<<set $sunday13c=0>>
<<set $sunday14=0>>
<<set $you={
color: "cyan",
confidence: 0,
rascal: 0,
lover: 0,
warrior: 0,
rogue: 0,
barbarian: 0,
cash: 0,
visibility: 0,
firstName: 'John',
lastName: 'Doe',
fakefirstName: 'Peter',
fakelastName: 'Piper',
}>>
<<set $moira={
color: "pink",
love: 0,
lust: 0,
loyalty: 0,
met: false,
contact: false,
age: 28,
note1: 0,
note2: 0,
}>>
<<set $talia={
color: "yellow",
love: 0,
lust: 0,
loyalty: 0,
obedience: 0,
corruption: 0,
met: false,
contact: false,
intro: 0,
second: 0,
age: 32,
blow: 0,
note1: 0,
note2: 0,
note3: 0,
note4: 0,
note5: 0,
note6: 0,
note7: 0,
note8: 0,
note9: 0,
note10: 0,
note11: 0,
note12: 0,
note13: 0,
call11: 0,
text11: 0,
call12: 0,
text12: 0,
call13: 0,
text13: 0,
}>>
<<set $ai={
color: "magenta",
love: 0,
lust: 0,
loyalty: 0,
met: false,
contact: false,
intro: 0,
second: 0,
age: 21,
name: 'Ai',
blow: 0,
note1: 0,
note2: 0,
note3: 0,
note4: 0,
note5: 0,
note6: 0,
note7: 0,
note8: 0,
note9: 0,
note10: 0,
note11: 0,
note12: 0,
note13: 0,
call11: 0,
text11: 0,
call12: 0,
text12: 0,
call13: 0,
text13: 0,
}>>
<<set $brianna={
color: "plum",
love: 0,
lust: 0,
loyalty: 0,
met: false,
contact: false,
intro: 0,
second: 0,
age: 24,
note1: 0,
note2: 0,
note3: 0,
note4: 0,
note5: 0,
note6: 0,
note7: 0,
note8: 0,
note9: 0,
call11: 0,
text11: 0,
call12: 0,
text12: 0,
call13: 0,
text13: 0,
call21: 0,
text21: 0,
pic13: 0,
}>>
<<set $gloria={
color: "mediumslateblue",
love: 0,
lust: 0,
loyalty: 0,
met: false,
contact: false,
intro: 0,
age: 39,
note1: 0,
note2: 0,
note3: 0,
note4: 0,
note5: 0,
call12: 0,
text12: 0,
call13: 0,
text13: 0,
}>>
<<set $annie={
color: "bisque",
love: 0,
lust: 0,
loyalty: 0,
met: false,
contact: false,
intro: 0,
age: 27,
note1: 0,
note2: 0,
note3: 0,
note4: 0,
call12: 0,
text12: 0,
call13: 0,
text13: 0,
}>>
<<set $anne={
color: "deeppink",
love: 0,
lust: 0,
loyalty: 0,
met: false,
contact: false,
intro: 0,
age: 23,
call13: 0,
text13: 0,
}>>
<<set $katie={
color: "mediumpurple",
love: 0,
lust: 0,
loyalty: 0,
met: false,
contact: false,
intro: 0,
age: 31,
call13: 0,
text13: 0,
}>>
<<set $maria={
color: "hotpink",
love: 0,
lust: 0,
loyalty: 0,
met: false,
contact: false,
intro: 0,
age: 26,
call13: 0,
text13: 0,
}>>
<<set $mikayla={
lust: 0,
trust: 0,
obedience: 0,
met: false,
age: 19,
}>>
<<set $grace={
lust: 0,
trust: 0,
obedience: 0,
met: false,
age: 19,
}>>
<<set $alyssa={
lust: 0,
trust: 0,
obedience: 0,
met: false,
age: 19,
}>>
<<set $kaylee={
lust: 0,
trust: 0,
obedience: 0,
met: false,
age: 18,
}>>
<<set $olivia={
lust: 0,
trust: 0,
obedience: 0,
met: false,
age: 19,
}>>
<<set $wu={
trust: 0,
obedience: 0,
met: false,
age: 45,
}>>
<<set $lauren={
lust: 0,
trust: 0,
obedience: 0,
met: false,
age: 18,
}>>
<<set $sophia={
lust: 0,
trust: 0,
obedience: 0,
met: false,
age: 19,
}>>
<<set $casey={
age: 19,
}>>
<<set $pyotr={
lust: 1,
trust: 1,
obedience: 0,
met: false,
age: 18,
counsel: 0,
c1: 0,
c2: 0,
c3: 0,
}>><<nobr>><<bg citycloudy>>
<img src="images/home/gates.jpg" alt="You're looking down the barrel of a gun." class="left">
<</nobr>>The great wrought iron gates screached and squealed on rusty hinges as they slowly opened. One of those fingernails on chalkboard sounds.
Growing up in a small town east of San Diego, you were poor, but at least there you could easily keep warm. Upper Michigan did not rank high on your choices of places to visit, much less live, especially in late autumn.
You couldn't see the house very well, but it was obviously huge. If the estate wasn't riddled with debt, then you could sell it and move to Hawaii. Somewhere it never got cold, with lots of hot, tanned women with which to enjoy your newfound wealth.
@@color:grey; //"I could live a little la vida loca for a while,"//@@ your mind drifting to the tropics and hot, passionate Latinas.
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 4">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg details>>
<div class="centered-image"><img src="images/collages/titlecard1.jpg" alt="fingers crossed" /></div><</nobr>>
<div class="center"><span class="talia">THIS GAME IS A WORK IN PROGRESS. EVERYTHING IN THE GAME INCLUDING FEATURES, SYSTEMS, AND STORY ELEMENTS ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGE OR ELIMINATION DURING DEVELOPMENT.</span></div>
<span class="talia">DISCLAIMER:</span>
THIS GAME CONTAINS PORNOGRAPHIC MATERIAL. YOU MUST BE 18 YEARS OLD, OR OF LEGAL AGE TO VIEW PORNOGRAPHY WHEREVER YOU ARE, IN ORDER TO PLAY THIS GAME. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE, CLOSE THE GAME AND DELETE IT IMMEDIATELY. BY CLICKING "CONTINUE" BELOW, YOU AFFIRM THAT YOU ARE OF LEGAL AGE TO VIEW PORNOGRAPHY IN YOUR COUNTRY.
ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS GAME ARE 18 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER. ALL EVENTS AND CHARACTERS IN THIS GAME ARE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. THE CHARACTERS AND EVENTS IN THIS GAME ARE NOT INTENDED TO REPRESENT REAL PEOPLE OR EVENTS. ANY SIMILARITY TO REAL PEOPLE OR EVENTS IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL.
ALL PERFORMERS ARE OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE AND WERE OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE AT THE TIME OF THE PERFORMANCE. THE AUTHOR OF THIS GAME DOES NOT OWN ANY RIGHTS TO THE VISUAL MATERIALS USED IN THE GAME. IF YOU OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY MATERIAL AND WISH FOR IT TO BE REMOVED, CONTACT ME AND I WILL REMOVE IT.
<<button "CONTINUE (I am of legal age to view pornography)" "title page 2">><</button>>
<<button "EXIT GAME (I am NOT of legal age to view pornography" "GTFO">><</button>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg details>>
<</nobr>>Great! Now, what is your last name? <<textbox "$you.lastName" "Reynolds" "intro 1" autofocus>><<nobr>>
<<bg details>>
<</nobr>>Before you get started, what is your first name? <<textbox "$you.firstName" "Edward" "input last name" autofocus>>
<<set $moira.met = true>>
<<bg motel>><img src="images/home/mansionhall.jpg" alt="Moira." class="center">The inside was much nicer than the outside suggested. It still looked like something out of a vampire movie, but rather than movie props, everything boasted the highest quality. You started feeling better about your prospects.
<<speech "Me">>Nice. So, what did dear ole Uncle Theo do to earn his fortune?<</speech>>
<<speech "Charles">>Investments. It is late, sir, do you require a meal before retiring?<</speech>>
<<speech "Me">>Friendly sort, aren't you?<</speech>>
<<speech "Charles">>I'm not paid to be friendly, sir.<</speech>>
The butler said arching an eyebrow.
Feeling like a kid who had been put in place.
<<speech "Me">>Ah, well, yes. A sandwich would be nice, thank you.<</speech>>
<<nobr>><span class="lover">(Lover)</span>
<<link "Be nice to the staff." "intro 7b">><<set $hint=2>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Hint: Your Personality");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>><<widget "bg">>\
<img @src="'images/bg/'+$args[0]+'.jpg'" class="background-filled">\
<img src="images/bg/tile.png" class="background-filter">\
<</widget>>
<<widget "home">>\
<img @src="'images/bg/'+$homeFile+'.jpg'" class="background-filled">\
<img src="images/home/mansionroom.png" class="background-filter">\
<</widget>>
<img src="images/home/mansionroom.png" alt="Moira." class="center">
<<speech "Charles">>If you prefer, I can serve you in the formal dining room, but this is where your late uncle took his meals.<</speech>>
We entered a room with a large couch. You waited to see if the weirdness continued, but this room seemed fine. No darkness at the edge of your vision. No squiggly things taunting you. Just a normal room, with an open doorway into the butler's pantry and the kitchen beyond.
<<speech "Me">>This is fine.<</speech>>
You replied, glancing back over your shoulder.
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 9b">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg motel>>
<img src="images/chloe/chloe2.jpg" alt="Moira." class="left">
<</nobr>>A long hour passed as Moira and you went through the paperwork.
<<nobr>><<link "CONTINUE" "intro 10">><<set $hint=3>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Hint: Relationships");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<bg motel>>
<img src="images/moira/moiradinner.jpg" alt="Moira." class="center">
<</nobr>>
<<speech "Charles">>Excellent.<</speech>>
A young woman in a maid uniform came out of the butler's pantry with a sandwich and a glass of red wine.
<<speech "Charles">>Thank you, Moira.<</speech>>
<<speech "Me">>Wow, you people are efficient. And beautiful.<</speech>>
You say, while looking at Moira. Moira frowned at you as she left. Not bothering to speak.
<<speech "Me">>So, Charles, do you know exactly how much my late uncle's estate is worth?<</speech>>
<<speech "Charles">>Something over eight hundred million, I do believe, sir.<</speech>>
<<speech "Me">>All mine?<</speech>>
<<speech "Charles">>All yours, sir.<</speech>>
<<loverGain 1>>
<<moiraloveGain 1>>
<<nobr>><<link "CONTINUE" "intro 10">><<set $hint=3>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Hint: Relationships");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<bg motel>>
<img src="images/me/rich.gif" alt="Moira." class="center">
<</nobr>>For a second you couldn't breathe. Your heart hammered. It felt like winning the lottery.
You ate in silence, your mind racing with all the wonderful things that kind of wealth would buy you. The world's most beautiful women were yours to pick from, and you would take them to the most exclusive restaurants and Hollywood parties. From now on you would party with rock stars.
<<speech "Charles">>I'll show you to the master bedroom, sir. I'm sure you are weary after your trip.<</speech>>
<<speech "Me">>It wouldn't have been so bad if someone sent a jet to pick me up, instead of making me take the bus. It took me three days to get here.<</speech>>
We were moving past those creepy rooms again.
<<speech "Charles">>Dreadful, I'm sure, but no one here is authorized to spend any of your inheritance, sir.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 11">><</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg motel>>
<img src="images/home/whiteface.jpg" alt="Moira." class="center">
<</nobr>>Halfway up the stairs, you glanced left to see a ghoulishly white face staring up out of the shadows. You called to Charles and pointed, but the face wasn't there when you looked again.
<<speech "Me">>Charles.<</speech>>
<<speech "Charles">>Sir?<</speech>>
<<speech "Me">>Is this place haunted?<</speech>>
<<speech "Charles">>Some think so, sir. I've not noticed anything untoward.<</speech>>
@@color:grey; //"I'm putting this place up for sale tomorrow,"//@@ you thought, continuing up the stairs.
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 12a">><</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg motel>>
<img src="images/home/bedroom.jpg" alt="Moira." class="center">
<</nobr>>The master bedroom encompassed more than any place you had ever lived in your life. The sprawling, dark, ominous looking bedroom looked as if a witch had decorated it. Old flintlock rifles and swords hung mounted on the wall, along with portraits of men in armor and half-naked women. Okay, the women were mostly naked. In one corner stood an easel with a three-quarter complete portrait of an exotic, dark-skinned beauty in nothing but gold jewelry.
<<speech "Charles">>Master Theodore was quite an accomplished portait artist. The paintings on the walls were all people he met in his many... travels.<</speech>>
You gave the paintings a wary look. Your uncle had true talent. These paintings looked almost like photographs. Yet, after walking through this spooky old mansion, you didn't like the idea of sleeping in a room filled with such perfect portraits.
<<speech "Me">>The people in these paintings don't move, do they?<</speech>>
Charles raised a brow as he turned to the door.
<<speech "Charles">>I would think not, sir.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 13a">><</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg motel>>
<img src="images/intro/miller2.jpg" alt="Moira." class="left">
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 13b">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg motel>>
<img src="images/home/bedroom2.jpg" alt="Moira." class="center">
<</nobr>>You were glancing at the king-size bed. Your second wind departed, and you felt suddenly bone-tired.
<<speech "Me">>Thank you, Charles. Good night.<</speech>>
<<speech "Charles">>Sleep well, sir. Enjoy.<</speech>>
Charles paused at the door. The barest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
<<nobr>><<link "CONTINUE" "intro 14a">><<set $hint=5>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Hint: Taking Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<bg motel>>
<img src="images/moira/chloe3.jpg" alt="Marshall Marsha Marshall." class="left">
<img src="images/billy/billy.jpg" alt="Marshall Billy Buck." class="left">
<img src="images/intro/mcsister.jpg" alt="mc's sister contemplating suicide" class="left">
<</nobr>>You have their full attention now. You don't say anything right away, letting the tension build. Finally you speak,
<<nobr>><<link "CONTINUE" "intro 14b">><<set $hint=5>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Hint: Taking Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<bg motel>>
<img src="images/home/bedroom2.jpg" alt="Marshall Marsha Marshall." class="left">
<</nobr>>With that the butler turned to go. Charles flipped the light switch off as he left, plunging the room into darkness. You froze, afraid to look around for a moment. The only light remaining came from a small lamp on the nightstand.
Hurrying over to the bed, which someone had kindly turned down for you, you quickly stripped to your shorts and slipped between the sheets. You reveled in the luxury. You'd never dreamed sheets could feel so expensive, so sensual. For a moment you forgot how the old mansion creeped you out.
@@color:grey; //"Life is good,"//@@ you thought with a big smile as you relaxed, and the darkness enveloped you.
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 15">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg motel>>
<img src="images/billy/billy2.jpg" alt="Marshal Buck." class="left">
<</nobr>>Moira stares out the motel room window at the darkened and rainy parking lot. You can tell that your story really got to her. Marshal Buck looks at you, inquisitively. He asks,
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 15">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg motel>>
<img src="images/me/eyes.gif" alt="Marshall Marsha Marshall." class="center">
<</nobr>>
<<speech "?">>What?<</speech>>
You gagged and hacked up rancid water. Strangers were pulling your arms. You felt so heavy, and cold. And wet. You looked around, discovering you lay in a muddy river being pulled onto a strange looking wooden boat. Then you remembered you had fallen asleep in a king-sized bed, in a spooky mansion.
The men hauling you out of the water shouted at each other. You looked around but didn't recognize this place. Blinking the water from your eyes, you saw a city along the river to your left.
<<speech "?">>Where am I? Who are you?<</speech>>
You coughed to clear your throat and lungs. That wasn't your voice. Nothing you did cleared the odd sounding voice, the change probably due to all the water still burning your lungs. You hacked up some more rancid water.
They unceremoniously dumped you on the rough deck. The men backed away, but continued to stare down at you. They were all burly, skin bronzed from a lifetime in the hot sun. All they wore were loose, ragged clothes. Not a shoe on any of them.
A big mean-looking man pushed through them. He had curly black hair, beard and fierce eyes. To you, he appeared dressed like a Roman soldier, in metal cuirass, a short pleated leather skirt, and boots.
@@color:limegreen; //"Declare yourself,"//@@ the soldier demanded.
You stared at him a long second. None of it made sense. @@color:grey; //"I'm dreaming!"//@@
<<nobr>><<link "CONTINUE" "intro 15a">><<set $hint=4>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Classes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<bg ferrydock>>
<img src="images/pirates/piratesdeck.jpg" alt="Marshall Billy Buck." class="center">
<</nobr>>@@color:limegreen; //"Captain Krios,"//@@ one of the other men said. @@color:limegreen; //"I recognize him. He is Sebastion, The Champion of Jarn."//@@
<<speech "You">>Huh? This is my dream. I'm, $you.firstName<</speech>>
Krios glared at you, then shook his head.
<<speech "Krios">>We'll let King Talos decide your fate, $you.fakefirstName. Surrender your arms.<</speech>>
<br><<if $you.warrior gte 0>>(<span class="warrior">Warrior</span>) <<link "Choose the Warrior class" "intro 16a">><</link>><<elseif $you.warrior lt 0>>(<span class="warrior">Warrior</span>) <span class="disabled">Choose the Warrior class</span><<else>><</if>>
<br>
<br><<if $you.barbarian gte 0>>(<span class="barbarian">Barbarian</span>) <<link "Choose the Barbarian class" "intro 16b">><</link>><<elseif $you.barbarian lt 0>>(<span class="barbarian">Barbarian</span>) <span class="disabled">Choose the Barbarian class</span><<else>><</if>>
<br>
<br><<if $you.rogue gte 0>>(<span class="rogue">Rogue</span>) <<link "Choose the Rogue class" "intro 16c">><</link>><<elseif $you.rogue lt 0>>(<span class="rogue">Rogue</span>) <span class="disabled">Choose the Rogue class</span><<else>><</if>>
<br>
<<nobr>><<bg motel>>
<img src="images/class/warrior.jpg" alt="Marshall Billy Buck." class="left">
<</nobr>>
<<warriorGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 17">><<set $hint=6>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Hint: Other Important Information");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg motel>>
<img src="images/class/barbarian.jpg" alt="Marshall Billy Buck." class="left">
<</nobr>>
<<barbarianGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 17">><<set $hint=6>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Hint: Other Important Information");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg motel>>
<img src="images/class/rogue.jpg" alt="Marshall Billy Buck." class="left">
<</nobr>>
<<rogueGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 17">><<set $hint=6>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Hint: Other Important Information");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg motel>>
<img src="images/class/assassin.jpg" alt="Marshall Billy Buck." class="left">
<</nobr>>
<<assassinGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 17">><<set $hint=6>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Hint: Other Important Information");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>><<if $tutorial1 is 1>><span class="ai">''Choices:''</span>
<span class="ai">Pirate King</span> is a story about choices. The choices you make will shape the person you become, some choices will open or permanently close future options and story arcs for you and other characters. Choose wisely!
There are a few choices in the introduction which will be labeled either <span class="rascal">Rascal</span> or <span class="lover">Lover</span>. You will need to make your choices based on your playthrough style.
<<else>>You have not unlocked any hints yet. Once you do, they will be added to the Tutorial here.
<</if>>
<<if $tutorial2 is 1>><span class="ai">''Your Personality:''</span>
Your personality is determined by the balance of your <span class="rascal">Rascal Points</span> and <span class="lover">Lover Points.</span>
You've made a choice. These choices you will gain either <span class="rascal">Rascal Points</span> or <span class="lover">Lover Points.</span>
-<span class="rascal">Rascal points</span> are gained by actions of cunning, slyness, and deceitfulness. This could be something as minor as manipulating someone during a conversation, or something as serious as physically harming someone. Players who choose mainly to follow the <span class="rascal">Rascal route</span> will find themselves using blackmail, intimidation, and violence to achieve their goals and dominate other characters to bend them to their will.
-<span class="lover">Lover points</span> are gained by actions of charm, caring, and sensitivity. Actions such as helping other characters with their problems, in order to gain their trust, will net the player <span class="lover">Lover points</span>. Players who choose mainly to follow the <span class="lover">Lover route</span> will use their charisma to achieve their goals; befriending and romancing other characters to gain their friendship or love.
Certain choices later in the game will only become available to you if you have a high enough <span class="rascal">Rascal</span> or <span class="lover">Lover</span> score, respectively.
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $tutorial3 is 1>><span class="ai">''Relationships:''</span>
Interactions with other characters may raise either their <span class="love">Love Points</span> or their <span class="lust">Lust Points</span>
-<span class="love">Love points</span> represent how fond other characters are of the MC. <span class="love">Love points</span> will typically be gained from <span class="lover">Lover</span> actions.
-<span class="lust">Lust points</span> represent how much control you have over other characters and how much you can influence them to do things that go against their values. <span class="lust">Lust points</span> will typically be gained from <span class="rascal">Rascal</span> actions.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $tutorial4 is 1>><span class="ai">''Classes:''</span>
You can choose a class which can earn you <span class="confidence">Confidence Point</span> and raised another character's <span class="loyalty">Loyalty Points.</span> It may also open different choices only availbale to that class.
-<span class="confidence">Confidence</span> is a special statistic that is not specifically related to either <span class="rascal">Rascal</span> or <span class="lover">Lover</span>. <span class="confidence">Confidence</span> represents what choices and actions may be availablie to you, but also other characters' confidence in you as a person. <span class="confidence">Confidence points</span> are rare and can only be earned in specific situations. Earned <span class="confidence">Confidence points</span> can be spent like currency to unlock choices that would be otherwise unavailable to you.
-<span class="loyalty">Loyalty points</span> represent how much other characters will follow your commands or help you in certain situations. <span class="loyalty">Loyalty points</span> can be equally earned through either <span class="rascal">Rascal</span> or <span class="lover">Lover</span> routes.
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $tutorial5 is 1>><span class="ai">''Assess the situation:''</span>
You can take notes to record information you discover about other characters. Look for a <span class="note">//''bold blue italic link''//</span> somewhere in the middle of the passage and click it to add notes about this character to their Character Notes page, which can be accessed from the corresponding button on the sidebar. During the game, You can refer to these notes when making future decisions.
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $tutorial6 is 1>><span class="ai">''Other Important Information:''</span>
You can check the <span class="love">Love</span>, <span class="lust">Lust</span>, and <span class="loyalty">Loyalty</span> of different characters by clicking the "Character Stats" button on the sidebar menu.
Lastly, if you would like to see the names of the actresses playing each character, you can visit The Cast by clicking the corresponding button on the side bar (SPOILER IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW ALL).
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $tutorial7 is 1>><span class="ai">''Student Relationships:''</span>
Your relationships with students are different from your relationships with other, non-student characters. Student relationships are developed by either gaining or losing <span class="trust">Trust Points</span>, which represent how much a student trusts you; <span class="lust">Lust Points</span>, which represent how much a student is sexually attracted to you; and <span class="obedience">Obedience Points</span>, which represent how much power you hold over a student. Unlike in relationships with non-student characters, each of these types of points can be gained OR LOST, depending on your actions.
Students may start with certain amounts of different types of points when you first meet them. For example a goody-two-shoes type may already have some <span class="obedience">Obedience Points</span>, or the class slut may start with some <span class="lust">Lust Points</span>.
Students with a high enough <span class="trust">Trust Score</span>, and/or <span class="lust">Lust Score</span>, may let you initiate sexual acts with them, or they may initiate sexual acts with you. If they have a high enough <span class="obedience">Obedience Score</span>, you may be able to coerce, blackmail, or intimidate them into sexual acts.
You can view each student's scores from the Student Stats button on the sidebar.
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $tutorial8 is 1>><span class="ai">''Class Discussions:''</span>
The format of dialogue will change during class discussions to make it easier for you to follow who's talking in a nine-person conversation. Character's dialogue will appear in custom dialogue boxes like these:
<<speech "Grace">>Hi, Professor!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Hello!<</speech>>
Your thoughts and inner monologue will appear like this:
<div class="thought">I think Grace is a sweet girl!</div>
And all narration will appear in regular text, just like in the rest of the story. Dialogue will only be presented like this during class discussions and other scenes where many people are speaking.
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $tutorial9 is 1>><span class="ai">''Teaching Style:''</span>
Before each lesson, you will decide how you wish to conduct your class. Choosing different teaching styles will affect the relationship scores of your students. Additionally, during the discussion, you will be able to react in different ways to events unfolding in the class. These choices will not result in a unique scene like many of the other choices in the game, but they will elicit certain reactions from students, and may cause their <span class="trust">Trust</span>, <span class="lust">Lust</span>, or <span class="obedience">Obedience</span> scores to increase or decrease.
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $tutorial10 is 1>><span class="ai">''Student Files:''</span>
You now have access to the personal files for all of the students in your class. You can view these files from the Student Files button on the sidebar. These will provide you with valuable information about students' personalities and backgrounds. This information can be used to help make decisions when interacting with your students.
Additionally, you will receive access to the student file of any student you choose to counsel during afternoon counseling hours, if they are not already in your class. It will be especially important to review these files, as you will naturally have less information about students you do not teach regularly.
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $tutorial11 is 1>><span class="ai">''Class Discussion Reviews:''</span>
After Class Discussions, you will have a chance to go to your office and record any information you learned about your students in their Student Files. You, the player, will be asked to choose from a number memories. Some will be correct memories of what you learned in the discussion, while others will be things that you may be remembering incorrectly. Click on any links you think are correct to record that information in a student's file. Be careful though, any information you choose will be recorded in the student's file whether it is correct or incorrect. Incorrect information may lead you to make poor choices in the future.
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $tutorial12 is 1>><span class="ai">''Counseling Sessions:''</span>
During Counseling Sessions, a student will approach you, usually seeking advice about a problem. You will have the choice of different paths to take with her, based on your <span class="rascal">Rascal</span> or <span class="lover">Lover</span> scores, or a combination of both scores. If you wish, you may spend a <span class="confidence">Confidence Point</span> to unlock any of the choices as well.
During your conversation with the student, you will be asked to make a series of choices which will result in either Gain or Loss of the student's <span class="trust">Trust</span>, <span class="lust">Lust</span>, or <span class="obedience">Obedience</span> points. Reading the student's file ahead of time can give you some information that will help with these choices. Earning enough of any one of these points during the session will let you give the student your phone number. This will unlock an encounter when she calls you later in the game.
For the purpose of learning the new system, the first counseling session will be with a Guest Star character who is not part of the main storyline. Your choices here WILL NOT affect the main story. Future sessions with students who are in your class WILL affect the main story direction.
<<else>><</if>><<widget "rascalGain">>
\<<= '@@.rascal;' + "+" + "$args.raw" + " Rascal.@@">>
\<<set $you.rascal += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "loverGain">>
\<<= '@@.lover;' + "+" + "$args.raw" + " Lover.@@">>
\<<set $you.lover += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "confidenceGain">>
\<<= '@@.confidence;' + "+" + "$args.raw" + " Confidence.@@">>
\<<set $you.confidence += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "warriorGain">>
\<<= '@@.warrior;' + "+" + "$args.raw" + " Warrior.@@">>
\<<set $you.warrior += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "rogueGain">>
\<<= '@@.rogue;' + "+" + "$args.raw" + " Rogue.@@">>
\<<set $you.rogue += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "barbarianGain">>
\<<= '@@.barbarian;' + "+" + "$args.raw" + " Barbarian.@@">>
\<<set $you.barbarian += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "moiraloveGain">>
\<<= '@@.love;' + "Moira's Love +" + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $moira.love += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "moiralustGain">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Moira's Lust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $moira.lust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "moiraloyaltyGain">>
\<<= '@@.loyalty;' + "Moira's Loyalty + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $moira.loyalty += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "talialoveGain">>
\<<= '@@.love;' + "Talia's Love + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $talia.love += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "talialustGain">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Talia's Lust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $talia.lust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "talialoyaltyGain">>
\<<= '@@.loyalty;' + "Talia's Loyalty + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $talia.loyalty += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "taliatrustGain">>
\<<= '@@.trust;' + "Talia's Trust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $talia.trust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "taliacorruptionGain">>
\<<= '@@.corruption;' + "Talia's Corruption + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $talia.corruption += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "taliaobedienceGain">>
\<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Talia's Obedience + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $talia.obedience += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "ailoveGain">>
\<<= '@@.love;' + "Ai's Love + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $ai.love += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "ailustGain">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Ai's Lust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $ai.lust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "ailoyaltyGain">>
\<<= '@@.loyalty;' + "Ai's Loyalty + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $ai.loyalty += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "briannaloveGain">>
\<<= '@@.love;' + "Brianna's Love + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $brianna.love += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "briannalustGain">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Brianna's Lust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $brianna.lust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "briannaloyaltyGain">>
\<<= '@@.loyalty;' + "Brianna's Loyalty + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $brianna.loyalty += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "glorialoveGain">>
\<<= '@@.love;' + "Gloria's Love + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $gloria.love += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "glorialustGain">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Gloria's Lust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $gloria.lust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "glorialoyaltyGain">>
\<<= '@@.loyalty;' + "Gloria's Loyalty + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $gloria.loyalty += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "annieloveGain">>
\<<= '@@.love;' + "Annie's Love + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $annie.love += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "annielustGain">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Annie's Lust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $annie.lust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "annieloyaltyGain">>
\<<= '@@.loyalty;' + "Annie's Loyalty + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $annie.loyalty += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "anneloveGain">>
\<<= '@@.love;' + "Anne's Love + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $anne.love += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "annelustGain">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Anne's Lust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $anne.lust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "anneloyaltyGain">>
\<<= '@@.loyalty;' + "Anne's Loyalty + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $anne.loyalty += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "katieloveGain">>
\<<= '@@.love;' + "Katie's Love + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $katie.love += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "katielustGain">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Katie's Lust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $katie.lust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "katieloyaltyGain">>
\<<= '@@.loyalty;' + "Katie's Loyalty + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $katie.loyalty += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "marialoveGain">>
\<<= '@@.love;' + "Maria's Love + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $maria.love += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "mariacorruptionGain">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Maria's Lust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $maria.lust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "marialoyaltyGain">>
\<<= '@@.loyalty;' + "Maria's Loyalty + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $maria.loyalty += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "mikaylatrustGain">>
\<<= '@@.trust;' + "Mikayla's Trust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $mikayla.trust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "mikaylalustGain">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Mikayla's Lust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $mikayla.lust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "mikaylaobedienceGain">>
\<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Mikayla's Obedience + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $mikayla.obedience += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "oliviatrustGain">>
\<<= '@@.trust;' + "Olivia's Trust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $olivia.trust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "olivialustGain">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Olivia's Lust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $olivia.lust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "oliviaobedienceGain">>
\<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Olivia's Obedience + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $olivia.obedience += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "gracetrustGain">>
\<<= '@@.trust;' + "Grace's Trust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $grace.trust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "gracelustGain">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Grace's Lust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $grace.lust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "graceobedienceGain">>
\<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Grace's Obedience + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $grace.obedience += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "kayleetrustGain">>
\<<= '@@.trust;' + "Kaylee's Trust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $kaylee.trust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "kayleelustGain">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Kaylee's Lust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $kaylee.lust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "kayleeobedienceGain">>
\<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Kaylee's Obedience + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $kaylee.obedience += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "alyssatrustGain">>
\<<= '@@.trust;' + "Alyssa's Trust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $alyssa.trust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "alyssalustGain">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Alyssa's Lust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $alyssa.lust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "alyssaobedienceGain">>
\<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Alyssa's Obedience + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $alyssa.obedience += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "wutrustGain">>
\<<= '@@.trust;' + "Wu's Trust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $wu.trust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "wuobedienceGain">>
\<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Wu's Obedience + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $wu.obedience += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "laurentrustGain">>
\<<= '@@.trust;' + "Lauren's Trust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $lauren.trust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "laurenlustGain">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Lauren's Lust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $lauren.lust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "laurenobedienceGain">>
\<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Lauren's Obedience + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $lauren.obedience += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "sophiatrustGain">>
\<<= '@@.trust;' + "Sophia's Trust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $sophia.trust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "sophialustGain">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Sophia's Lust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $sophia.lust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "sophiaobedienceGain">>
\<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Sophia's Obedience + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $sophia.obedience += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "pyotrtrustGain">>
\<<= '@@.trust;' + "Pyotr's Trust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $pyotr.trust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "pyotrlustGain">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Pyotr's Lust + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $pyotr.lust += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "pyotrobedienceGain">>
\<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Pyotr's Obedience + " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $pyotr.obedience += $args[0]>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "mikaylatrustLose">>
\<<= '@@.trust;' + "Mikayla's Trust - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $mikayla.trust to Math.max($mikayla.trust -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "mikaylalustLose">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Mikayla's Lust - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $mikayla.lust to Math.max($mikayla.lust -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "mikaylaobedienceLose">>
\<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Mikayla's Obedience - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $mikayla.obedience to Math.max($mikayla.obedience -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "oliviatrustLose">>
\<<= '@@.trust;' + "Olivia's Trust - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $olivia.trust to Math.max($olivia.trust -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "olivialustLose">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Olivia's Lust - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $olivia.lust to Math.max($olivia.lust -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "oliviaobedienceLose">>
\<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Olivia's Obedience - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $olivia.obedience to Math.max($olivia.obedience -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "gracetrustLose">>
\<<= '@@.trust;' + "Grace's Trust - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $grace.trust to Math.max($grace.trust -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "gracelustLose">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Grace's Lust - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $grace.lust to Math.max($grace.lust -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "graceobedienceLose">>
\<<= '@@.grace;' + "Grace's Obedience - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $grace.obedience to Math.max($grace.obedience -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "kayleetrustLose">>
\<<= '@@.trust;' + "Kaylee's Trust - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $kaylee.trust to Math.max($kaylee.trust -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "kayleelustLose">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Kaylee's Lust - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $kaylee.lust to Math.max($kaylee.lust -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "kayleeobedienceLose">>
\<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Kaylee's Obedience - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $kaylee.obedience to Math.max($kaylee.obedience -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "alyssatrustLose">>
\<<= '@@.trust;' + "Alyssa's Trust - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $alyssa.trust to Math.max($alyssa.trust -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "alyssalustLose">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Alyssa's Lust - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $alyssa.lust to Math.max($alyssa.lust -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "alyssaobedienceLose">>
\<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Alyssa's Obedience - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $alyssa.obedience to Math.max($alyssa.obedience -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "wutrustLose">>
\<<= '@@.trust;' + "Jasmine's Trust - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $wu.trust to Math.max($wu.trust -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "wubedienceLose">>
\<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Wu's Obedience - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $wu.obedience to Math.max($wu.obedience -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "laurentrustLose">>
\<<= '@@.trust;' + "Lauren's Trust - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $lauren.trust to Math.max($lauren.trust -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "laurenlustLose">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Lauren's Lust - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $lauren.lust to Mathh.max($lauren.lust -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "laurenobedienceLose">>
\<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Lauren's Obedience - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $lauren.obedience to Math.max($lauren.obedience -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "sophiatrustLose">>
\<<= '@@.trust;' + "Sophia's Trust - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $sophia.trust to Math.max($sophia.trust -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "sophialustLose">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Sophia's Lust - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $sophia.lust to Math.max($sophia.lust -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "sophiaobedienceLose">>
\<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Sophia's Obedience - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $sophia.obedience to Math.max($sophia.obedience -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "pyotrtrustLose">>
\<<= '@@.trust;' + "Pyotr's Trust - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $pyotr.trust to Math.max($pyotr.trust -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "pyotrlustLose">>
\<<= '@@.lust;' + "Pyotr's Lust - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $pyotr.lust to Math.max($pyotr.lust -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>>
<<widget "pyotrobedienceLose">>
\<<= '@@.obedience;' + "Pyotr's Obedience - " + "$args.raw">>
\<<set $pyotr.obedience to Math.max($pyotr.obedience -= $args[0], 0)>>
\<</widget>><span class="rascal">Rascal: <<print $you.rascal>></span>
<span class="lover">Lover: <<print $you.lover>></span>
<span class="confidence">Confidence: <<print $you.confidence>></span>
<<nobr>><div class = "caption">
<<button "Character Stats">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Character Stats");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Character Stats").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>><br>
</div>
<div class = "caption">
<<button "Character Notes">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Character Notes", "characternotes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Character Notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>><br>
</div>
<div class = "caption">
<<button "Tutorial">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Tutorial");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Tutorial").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>><br>
</div>
<div class = "caption">
<<button "The Cast">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("The Cast");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("CAST").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>><br>
</div>
<div class = "caption">
<<button "Credits and Special Thanks">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Credits and Special Thanks", "creditslist");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("credits").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>><br>
</div>
<br>
<div class="spaced">
<a href="https://subscribestar.adult/critical_gaming" target="_blank"><img src="images/ui/patreon-button.png" width="100%" align="middle"></a>
</div><</nobr>><<if $you.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/mc.jpg" alt="Mc." class="left"><span class="you">YOU:</span>
<span class="warrior">Warrior: <<print $you.warrior>></span>
<span class="rogue">Rogue: <<print $you.rogue>></span>
<span class="barbarian">Barbarian: <<print $you.barbarian>></span>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $moira.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/moira.jpg" alt="Moira." class="left"><span class="moira">MOIRA:</span>
<span class="love">Love: <<print $moira.love>></span>
<span class="lust">Lust: <<print $moira.lust>></span>
<span class="loyalty">Loyalty: <<print $moira.loyalty>></span>
<<else>>You have not met any other characters yet. Once you do, their stats will show here.
<</if>>
<<if $annie.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/annie.jpg" alt="Annie." class="left"><span class="annie">ANNIE:</span>
<span class="love">Love: <<print $annie.love>></span>
<span class="lust">Lust: <<print $annie.lust>></span>
<span class="loyalty">Loyalty: <<print $annie.loyalty>></span>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $talia.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/talia.jpg" alt="Talia." class="left"><span class="talia">TALIA:</span>
<span class="love">Love: <<print $talia.love>></span>
<span class="lust">Lust: <<print $talia.lust>></span>
<span class="loyalty">Loyalty: <<print $talia.loyalty>></span>
<span class="corruption">Corruption: <<print $talia.corruption>></span>
<span class="obedience">Obedience: <<print $talia.obedience>></span>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $ai.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/ai.jpg" alt="Ai." class="left"><span class="ai">AI:</span>
<span class="love">Love: <<print $ai.love>></span>
<span class="lust">Lust: <<print $ai.lust>></span>
<span class="loyalty">Loyalty: <<print $ai.loyalty>></span>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $brianna.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/brianna.jpg" alt="Brianna." class="left"><span class="brianna">BRIANNA:</span>
<span class="love">Love: <<print $brianna.love>></span>
<span class="lust">Lust: <<print $brianna.lust>></span>
<span class="loyalty">Loyalty: <<print $brianna.loyalty>></span>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $gloria.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/gloria.jpg" alt="Gloria." class="left"><span class="gloria">GLORIA:</span>
<span class="love">Love: <<print $gloria.love>></span>
<span class="lust">Lust: <<print $gloria.lust>></span>
<span class="loyalty">Loyalty: <<print $gloria.loyalty>></span>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $anne.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/anne.jpg" alt="anne." class="left"><span class="anne">ANNE:</span>
<span class="love">Love: <<print $anne.love>></span>
<span class="lust">Lust: <<print $anne.lust>></span>
<span class="loyalty">Loyalty: <<print $anne.loyalty>></span>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $katie.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/katie.jpg" alt="katie." class="left"><span class="katie">KATIE:</span>
<span class="love">Love: <<print $katie.love>></span>
<span class="lust">Lust: <<print $katie.lust>></span>
<span class="loyalty">Loyalty: <<print $katie.loyalty>></span>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $maria.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/maria.jpg" alt="maria." class="left"><span class="maria">MARIA:</span>
<span class="love">Love: <<print $maria.love>></span>
<span class="lust">Lust: <<print $maria.lust>></span>
<span class="loyalty">Loyalty: <<print $maria.loyalty>></span>
<<else>>
<</if>><<nobr>><<bg ferrydock>>
<img src="images/me/me.jpg" alt="passengers disembarking a ferry." class="center">
<</nobr>>
<<speech "You">>How the hell can I do that?<</speech>>
Then you noticed several of the men looking at your waist. That's when you realized you wore a $you.fakelastName. A gleaming $you.fakelastName, dagger, and a leather coin purse hung from your belt. You were also taller and more muscular than you normally were.
<<speech "You">>Holy crap. this dream's getting better. Is there a damsel to save?<</speech>>
Krios looked like he was getting pissed. So you pulled the $you.fakelastName, and handed it over hilt first. Odd how you knew exactly how to handle it. Visions of thrusts and parries filled your head, and for a split second your mind filled with guesses on the skills and threats each man offered. You actually concluded that you could defeat Krios in a fight.
Your hands were huge, powerful, and callused. The raw strength you felt within yourself amazed you, something you never had in your real body. You glanced down to at your arms to see blond hair on them. You realized you had long blond hair.
@@color:grey; //"I'm Jesus on steroids."//@@
<<set $you.met = true>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 18c">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg ferrydock>>
<img src="images/talia/taliameet2.jpg" alt="Talia." class="left">
<</nobr>>You keep looking at her and purposefully walk towards her.
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 19a">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg ferrydock>>
<img src="images/alida/alidameet5.jpg" alt="Alida." class="left">
<</nobr>>You come to your senses and try to think of something funny to say as you start walking over to her,
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 19b">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg ferrydock>>
<img src="images/alida/alidameet11.jpg" alt="Alida." class="left">
<</nobr>><<you "Sorry,">> you call over to her, and begin to walk away toward the ferry terminal building.
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 20">><</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg ferrydock>>
<img src="images/towns/desertcity.jpg" alt="Alida." class="center">
<</nobr>>Krios accepted the $you.fakelastName and turned away. He started calling orders, and everyone scrambled around. Soon the boat was surging across the river. The boat headed toward city, which stretched out along the river. It looked like some kind of desert city in a movie about biblical times. You saw high, whitewashed walls, soaring towers, and exotic looking people.
And then movement caught your eyes.
<<speech "You">>Holy crap!<</speech>>
@@color:magenta; //"Never seen a ship before, $you.fakefirstName?"//@@ one of the crew said, and the others laughed.
You gawked at it. The ship looked like an old pirate ship, with three masts and whole lot of sails.. As it neared the city, the side sails were pulled in and you watched as it slowed. Another smaller boat set out from the dock to greet it.
<div class="leftvid"><video src="images/pirates/ship1.webm" show controls ></video></div>
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 20">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg countryroad>>
<</nobr>>You both hop in he
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 20">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg countryroad>>
<</nobr>>Her car is a little, black two-seater and she really likes to drive it fast. Before you know it, she's doing nearly 90 mph on a little, country, back-road leading away from the ferry terminal.
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 20">><</link>>
Alexandra Breckenridge as Moira
<div class="centered-image"><img src="images/castingcouch/moira.gif" alt="moira"></div>
Jenna Haze as Anne
<div class="centered-image"><img src="images/castingcouch/anne.gif" alt="anne"></div>
Shay Jordan as Ai
<div class="centered-image"><img src="images/castingcouch/ai.gif" alt="ai"></div>
Shyla Stylez as Queen Talia
<div class="centered-image"><img src="images/castingcouch/talia.gif" alt="anna de ville"></div>
<<nobr>><<bg motel>>
<</nobr>>What a dream. @@color:grey; //"I bet it's this spooky old house I'm asleep in. All the swords on the walls, and paintings of medieval soldiers and naked chicks. Wait, where are the naked chicks?"//@@
<<speech "?">>I have nothing to declare. Except I don't know what the hell is going on here. Where am I? Dreamland?<</speech>>
You looked the man up and down.
<<speech "?">>Nice skirt.<</speech>>
<<speech "Krios">>What? I am Krios, Master of the King's Guard.<</speech>>
@@color:grey; //"Oooookay. My dream, so I can be anyone I want, right?. I've played a few rpgs so I could be a warrior, barbarian, or rogue!"//@@ I thought.
choose from warrior - barbarian - rogue. (use lowercase!)
<img src="images/ui/class.jpg" alt="Marshal Buck." class="center">
What type of man are you?<<textbox "$you.fakefirstName" "warrior" "intro 15b" autofocus>>
<<bg motel>>
<img src="images/ui/longsword.jpg" alt="Marshal Buck." class="left">
<img src="images/ui/axe.jpg" alt="Marshal Buck." class="left">
<img src="images/ui/shortsword.jpg" alt="Marshal Buck." class="left">
Long swords - often favored by warrior's. Strong, sturdy and dependable.
Axe - the brute choice of a barbarian. No finesse needed, just pure destruction.
Short sword - sometimes called a Cinquedea. A short sword often used by rogues, easier for stealth kills but also handy in straight sword fights.
And what is your choice of weapon? Choose from sword - axe - shortsword? (use lowercase)<<textbox "$you.fakelastName" "sword" "intro 16" autofocus>>
<<nobr>><<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/beach/tent.jpg" alt="Marshal Buck." class="left">
<</nobr>>Your boat beached on the sandy shore. Men jumped off and started forcing it up higher on the beach. Krios motioned to you, and then jumped off onto the ground.
You followed, and the big armored man led you towards a massive white tent at the top of the beach, to a group of people.
<<link "Continue." "intro 21c">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg office>>
<img src="images/me/me2.jpg" alt="sign for headmaster's office" class="left">
<</nobr>>Her actions were so distracting, Krios almost took your head off.
You parried, forcing the captain's blade to pass overhead, before lashing out with a booted foot to his thick chest. Krios grunted and fell back a few steps. You spun around, then jumped next to Talia, and swatted her firm buttocks with your free hand.
<<link "Thwack!" "intro 22a">><</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg hallway>>
<</nobr>>
<<link "you try a little joke." "intro 22b">><</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg office>>
<div class="centervid"><video src="images/beach/haremtent1.mp4" autoplay show controls ></video></div>
<</nobr>>They were all reclining on pillows and low couches. Most were very young, very beautiful women.
Incredibly scantily clad women.
<<speech "You">>Is this some kind of toga party or something?<</speech>>
You asked Krios, who ignored you.
<<speech "Krios">>Do not speak before King Talos unless you are asked a question.<</speech>>
You looked around, the guests were all reclining under a silken white tent. Meats, fruits and vegetables lay within easy reach. Some of the people you saw were obviously staff. They wore white linen loincloths. Soldiers lined the backwall, looking fierce and grim. One man reclined in the center. @@color:grey; //"He must be the aforementioned king."//@@
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 22c">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg office>>
<img src="images/talia/queen2.jpg" alt="sign for headmaster's office" class="center">
<</nobr>>
<<speech "Talia">>Oh!<</speech>>
She cried, eyes huge.
<<speech "You">>Stop teasing and distracting me with all your sexy gorgeousness.<</speech>>
You barked a laugh as you jumped back in to engage the captain. You blocked a thrust to your throat, grabbed Krios' wrist, and gave just enough of a yank to send the captain stumbling away.
<<speech "You">>A-ha! Are we having fun yet?<</speech>>
<<set $talia.intro=1>>
<<rascalGain 1>>
<<talialustGain 1>>
You are definitely making a memorable first impression, so with that, <<link "continue impressing the queen." "intro 24c">><</link>>
<<set $contacts=1>><<set $day=11>><<if $sunday11a is 0 and $sunday11b is 0 and $sunday11c is 0>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/talia/queen1.jpg" alt="sleeping in your clothes" class="center">
<</nobr>>
<<speech "Talia">>As $you.fakefirstName's go, he's a particularly well-formed man.<</speech>>
She purred, reaching out to caress your cheek. Then she turned and intentionally rubbed her thigh across your face. You suppressed a moan of pleasure. Her skin was warm and silky smooth, with fragrant oils rubbed in.
<<speech "Talia">>And since Master Fanus failed to show with his entertainers, maybe $you.firstName would be so kind as to give us a demonstration of Northland fighting techniques.<</speech>>
<<link "This girls going to get you in trouble!" "sunday 1-1c">><</link>>
<<elseif $sunday11a is 1 and $sunday11b is 0 and $sunday11c is 0>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/pirates/piratecell.jpg" alt="a hand opening a door handle" class="left">
<</nobr>>You arrive back at your apartment. You're wondering what you should do next.
<<link "Make your lesson plan for tomorrow" "sunday 1-1b">><</link>>
<<link "Explore the town on foot" "sunday 1-1c">><</link>>
<<elseif $sunday11b is 1 and $sunday11a is 0 and $sunday11c is 0>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="a hand opening a door handle" class="left">
<</nobr>>With your lesson plan done, you're just lounging around wondering what you should do next.
<<link "Catch the shuttle bus to the grocery store" "sunday 1-1a">><</link>>
<<link "Explore the town on foot" "sunday 1-1c">><</link>>
<<elseif $sunday11c is 1 and $sunday11a is 0 and $sunday11b is 0>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/me/metent.jpg" alt="a hand opening a door handle" class="center">
<</nobr>>You dropped into a defensive stance, open hands wide and all senses alert. The big soldier thrust at you, which was easy enough to avoid. Your fighting instincts judged Krios was toying with you, having fun.
<<speech "You">>Your Majesty, after the fight is over I suggest you find a real man to lead your guards. This cur is too craven to face me in a fair fight. He is without honor, and doesn't even have confidence in his own fighting ability.<</speech>>
That struck bone. Krios turned dark red, eyes blazing. The other soldiers sucked in sharp breaths, and even the king sat up straighter. The queen turned hostile eyes on their champion.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1b">><</link>>
<<elseif $sunday11a is 1 and $sunday11b is 1 and $sunday11c is 0>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="a hand opening a door handle" class="left">
<</nobr>>With your lesson plan done, you're just lounging around wondering what you should do next.
<<link "Explore the town on foot" "sunday 1-1c">><</link>>
Or do none of these and text or call someone.
<<elseif $sunday11a is 1 and $sunday11c is 1 and $sunday11b is 0>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/sunday1/doorhandle.jpg" alt="a hand opening a door handle" class="left">
<</nobr>>You arrive back at your apartment.
<<link "Make your lesson plan for tomorrow" "sunday 1-1b">><</link>>
<<elseif $sunday11c is 1 and $sunday11b is 1 and $sunday11a is 0>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/talia/queen5.jpg" alt="a hand opening a door handle" class="left">
<</nobr>>Cutting her a bemused look, you wondered what kind of world you'd dreamed up. Even the women were vicious and blood-thirsty.
She watched you raptly, sucking on her lip. Her fingers toyed with her hair, while the other hand softly stroked her own upper thigh.
She looks <<nobr>><<link "''//horny//''">><<set $talia.note1=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Talia Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("talia notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>> as fuck.
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 21a">><</link>>
<<elseif $sunday11a is 1 and $sunday11b is 1 and $sunday11c is 1>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="a hand opening a door handle" class="left">
<</nobr>>Text or call someone. Or <<link "get on with your day" "sunday 1-2">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>><<nobr>><<bg office>>
<div class=".centered-video video"><video src="images/beach/haremtent2.mp4" autoplay show controls ></video></div>
<</nobr>>Krios stopped before the man and dropped to one knee. King Talos looked to be around mid-thirties.
<<speech "Krios">>Your Majesty.<</speech>>
Krios said. He slanted a threatening look back at you, so you quickly dropped to one knee.
<<speech "Krios">>The man floating in the river is alive. He claims to be $you.firstName of $you.lastName Manor, but others say they know him as Sebastion, Champion of Jarn.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Just call me $you.firstName. We're all friends here, right?<</speech>>
The captain tensed, a low growl bubbling up. You clamped your mouth shut, but why should you be quiet in your own dream?
<<link "Keep looking" "intro 23d">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg office>>
<</nobr>><<you "Please stop talking.">> You say, but she doesn't seem to hear you. She just continues droaning on and on like you're not even there. You speak again, but a little louder and more deliberately, <<you "PLEASE STOP TALKING.">>
<<link "You continue," "intro 24c">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg office>>;
<div class=".centered-video video"><video src="images/talia/haremtent2.mp4" autoplay show controls></video></div>
<</nobr>>King Talos stood up.
<<speech "Talos">>I've seen the Champion of Jarn fight in the arena. He certainly looks like him, but all those northern $you.fakefirstName's all look alike to me.<</speech>>
@@color:grey; //"I'm not liking how this dream is coming along."//@@
Movement caught your eye. One of the many gorgeous young women stirred on her cushion and looked over at you with interest. Your breath caught. She had to be the most gorgeous woman you'd ever seen.
She looked late twenties, with a magnificent blonde mane, intense hazel eyes, and a body to die for. Her breasts were large, high and firm.
Our eyes met, and our gaze became intense. You'd never felt anything like it before. She even looked breathless afterwards and bit her lip as she averted her eyes.
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 24d">><</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg office>>
<img src="images/king talos/kingtalos.jpg" alt="ai close up" class="center">
<</nobr>>King Talos said as he glared at you.
<<speech "Talos">>If you know what's good for you, $you.fakefirstName, you'll stop staring at my wife. Queen Talia is not for some ill-bred $you.fakefirstName to drool over.<</speech>>
The women all giggled. Krios tensed, his hands curling into fists.
<<speech "Talos">>No offense intended, Your Majesty. I was just stunned by her beauty and grace, for no such women live in my homeland.<</speech>>
Krios cut a sharp look at you, but the king didn't seem offended. In fact, the compliment seemed to assure the king you wasn't a threat or something.
<<speech "You">>Give him bread and wine. Then send him on his way.<</speech>>
<<speech "Talia">>But husband, perhaps the mighty $you.fakefirstName can provide a bit of sport<</speech>>
<<set $talia.met = true>>
<<set $talia.intro=1>>
<<confidenceGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "intro 25d">><</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg office>>
<img src="images/talia/queen2.jpg" alt="ai close up" class="center">
<</nobr>>You glanced at her, knowing it was potentially dangerous. Apparently, the royal king didn't like poor boys looking at his million dollar wife. She was looking you over hungrily. There was nothing innocent looking about Queen Talia.
<<speech "Talos">>What did you have in mind?<</speech>>
The King asked, but sounded bored as he returned to his golden seat.
The queen rolled off her couch. Your breath caught. She was even more magnificent when standing. No fat on that girl. You were mesmerized by the jostling of her boobs as she walked towards you. You looked her over from head to toe, and felt a stirring down there. It wouldn't go well if the King noticed your arousal. And she seemed intent on arousing you.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg office>>
<img src="images/talia/queen1.jpg" alt="ai close up" class="center">
<</nobr>>The queen kicked you in the side. It was just a little kick. No power at all in it.
<<speech "Talia">>Oh! You! You! How dare you spank my tush!<</speech>>
Her delicate little hands balled into fists.
<<speech "You">>A very beautiful tush, I might add.<</speech>>
You winked at her. She froze, our gaze intense. She struggled to pull her eyes away and you stuggled to concentrate on your deadly foe. Krios looked even angrier. The other soldiers stirred, looking uncertain. You knew they'd be trouble if you defeated their captain. The king probably wouldn't be happy, either. But it was your dream, so what was the worst that could happen.
The queens chest heaves. You revel in the <<nobr>><<link "''//sounds of her panting.//''">><<set $talia.note2=2>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Talia Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("talia notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>> This is going to be a fun.
<<talialustGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg hallway>>
<</nobr>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>
<<
<<else>>
<</if>><<nobr>><<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>>
<</nobr>><<if $day is 11 and $alida.call11 is 0 and $alida.text11 is 0>>The phone rings several times, then you hear someone pick up.
<<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<widget "dialogclose">><<click $args[0]>><<script>>UI.close()<</script>><</click>><</widget>><<nobr>>
<<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>>
<img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left">
<</nobr>><<if $day is 11 and $ai.text11 is 0 and $ai.call11 is 0 and $sunday11a is 0>>The phone rings three times then someone picks up.
Maybe you should go to the store?
<<set $ai.call11=1>>
<<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>
<<elseif $day is 11 and $sunday11a is 0 and $ai.call11 is 0 and $ai.text11 is 1>>The phone rings twice and someone picks up.
<<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>><<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>><img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"><<if $day is 11 and $alida.call11 is 0 and $alida.text11 is 0>><<nobr>>
<div class="text">
<div class="chat">
<div class="yours messages">
<div class="message last">
Hey Alida it's $you.fakefirstName. Thanks again for the ride yesterday. Wanna go get some coffee?
<<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>><img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"><<if $day is 11 and $ai.call11 is 0 and $ai.text11 is 0 and $sunday11a is 0>><<nobr>>
<div class="text">
<div class="chat">
<div class="yours messages">
<div class="message last">
Ai, it's $you.fakefirstName. I have a coffee machine and no coffee. Does the bus go by the store?
</div>
</div>
<<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>><<set $contacts=0>><<if $ai.intro is 1>><<nobr>><<bg town>>
<</nobr>>You decide to catch the shuttle bus to the grocery store. After all, you gotta eat.
<<link "Be more sexually aggressive and see if she's into it" "sunday 1-1ag">><</link>>
<<link "Continue to charm her and further your bond" "sunday 1-1ah">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<set $contacts=0>><<nobr>><<bg apartment>>
<div class=".centered-video video"><video src="images/beach/haremtent6.webm" autoplay show controls ></video></div>
<</nobr>>
<<speech "Talia">>Is it your intention to humiliate us, Captain Krios?<</speech>>
Your breath caught at the sight of her there. Her back bowed, chin high, almost naked chest thrust out. You almost forgot Krios was trying to kill you.
@@color:grey; //"Boy, when I dreamed up that hot babe, I did it right for once."//@@
<<speech "Krios">>Of course not, my Queen.<</speech>>
Captain Krios said through clenched teeth. He straightened and bowed to her, but then turned murderous eyes back on you.
<<speech "Krios">>I was just having a little fun with the arrogant $you.fakefirstName. I was wrong. Give the $you.fakefirstName his weapon!<</speech>>
Another soldier hurried up to you and handed you your weapon. Your eyes locked on the $you.fakelastName, named Todesengel, or Angel of Death. You knew who made it. You knew it's history, and it was a glorious one, too. It'd been in your family for six generations.
You felt complete as soon as your hand wrapped around the hilt. The $you.fakelastName wasn't a tool, but an extension of you. You felt empowered.
<<confidenceGain 1>>
<<link "Have some fun with Krios." "sunday 1-1ba">><<set $lesson1=2>><</link>>
<<set $contacts=0>><<nobr>><<bg campus>>
<div class=".centered-video video"><video src="images/me/haremtent4.webm" autoplay show controls ></video></div>
<</nobr>>
<<speech "Talos">>Excellent.<</speech>>
The king replied, nodding with a grin. It wasn't a friendly grin, either.
You glanced at Krios, then at Queen Talia. The queen gave you a smoldering look that made your skin tingle and your cock ache. Yeah, you had major wood, and they'd all know it when you stood up. So embarrassing.
@@color:grey; //"I think she knows."//@@
Queen Talia stood waiting, feet spread and hands on hips. The smirk on her face said so much.
Though she might be pleased to see your arousal, you was pretty sure King Talos wasn't going to be amused.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1cc">><</link>>
<<set $contacts=1>><<set $day=12>><<if $sunday12a is 0 and $sunday12b is 0 and $sunday12c is 0>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<div class=".centered-video video"><video src="images/me/fight2.mp4" autoplay show controls></video></div>
<</nobr>>Krios attacked with a cry of rage. A battle cry was one thing, but you could tell you'd pushed the guard captain too far. He would not be satisfied until you were dead.
For a few seconds, our weapons were blurs. The clashing of steel echoed through the royal enclosure. Members of the royal party called out encouragement to Krios, but Queen Talia remained silent.
<<link "Impress Talia" "sunday 1-2b">><</link>>
<<elseif $sunday12a is 1 and $sunday12b is 0 and $sunday12c is 0>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/me/metent.jpg" alt="campus green" class="left">
<</nobr>>Continue the fight with Krios.
<<link "Impress Talia" "sunday 1-2b">><</link>>
<<elseif $sunday12a is 0 and $sunday12b is 1 and $sunday12c is 0>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/me/kiss2.gif" alt="campus green" class="center">
<</nobr>>You spun around Talia, and then engaged Krios. The captain barely blocked your slash, but your backswing sliced the big bastard across his left cheek. Krios yelped, jumped back, and tripped. As he went down, the other soldiers charged.
<<speech "You">>Why am I not surprised?<</speech>>
You pulled the queen in close, kissed her again, and wagged your brows. You felt like you were starring in an action movie or something.
<<speech "You">>Gotta go, my Queen. It's been fun.<</speech>>
<<speech "Talia">>You're a nasty $you.fakefirstName,<</speech>>
She said, though there was adoration in her eyes.
<<link "Make your escape" "sunday 1-2a">><</link>>
<<elseif $sunday12a is 0 and $sunday12b is 0 and $sunday12c is 1>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/sunday1/campusgreen.jpg" alt="campus green" class="left">
<</nobr>>You find yourself on campus, still not knowing where to find your office or classroom. What do you want to do next?
<<link "Go to the Science and Mathematics Building" "sunday 1-2a">><</link>>
<<link "Go to the Language and Social Science Building" "sunday 1-2b">><</link>>
<<elseif $sunday12a is 1 and $sunday12b is 0 and $sunday12c is 1>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/sunday1/campusgreen.jpg" alt="campus green" class="left">
<</nobr>>You find yourself on campus, still not knowing where to find your office or classroom. What do you want to do next?
<<link "Go to the Language and Social Science Building" "sunday 1-2b">><</link>>
<<elseif $sunday12a is 0 and $sunday12b is 1 and $sunday12c is 1>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/sunday1/campusgreen.jpg" alt="campus green" class="left">
<</nobr>>You find yourself on campus, still not knowing where to find your office or classroom. What do you want to do next?
<<link "Go to the Science and Mathematics Building" "sunday 1-2a">><</link>>
Or do none of these and text or call someone.
<<elseif $sunday12a is 1 and $sunday12b is 1 and $sunday12c is 0>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<div class="centervid"><video src="images/me/escape.mp4" autoplay show controls ></video></div>
<</nobr>>@@color:orange; //"Help me! Please help me!"//@@ a woman screamed below you as you dropped.
You landed atop another man. It didn't help much with cushioning the impact with the ground. Still, the other guy got the worst of the deal.
The other man cried out as you drove him face first into the hard-packed earth. You felt horrible for all of ten seconds, and then you realized you'd interrupted three men attacking a young woman.
<<set $anne.met = true>>
<<set $anne.intro=1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>>
<<elseif $sunday12a is 1 and $sunday12b is 1 and $sunday12c is 1>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/sunday1/campusgreen.jpg" alt="campus green" class="left">
<</nobr>>You find yourself on campus, still not knowing where to find your office or classroom. What do you want to do next?
Text or call someone, or <<link "get on with your day." "sunday 1-3">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<set $contacts=0>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/me/hand.gif" alt="gloria" class="center">
<</nobr>>Talia pressed something into your hand. The first of the common soldiers arrived, so you held onto the item as you turned to engage them.
Since they worried about doing anything that might hurt their queen, you had the advantage. You didn't really want to hurt anyone, even though it was only a dream. Still, you kicked one in the nuts, punched another with the hilt of your $you.fakelastName and then dropped low and swept away the feet of two more.
<<speech "You">>Wahoo!<</speech>>
You cried while charging into three more soldiers. They scattered, leaving you a straight shot out the doorway.
<<speech "You">>Time to leave this party!<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2ac">><</link>>
<<set $contacts=0>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/talia/queen1.jpg" alt="annie" class="center">
<</nobr>>
<<speech "You">>Ha!<</speech>>
You cried, ending the brief exchange by kicking your foe in the chest.
<<speech "Krios">>Stop cheating!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>That's the problem with soldiers. You think there's such a thing as honor. In a real fight, anything and everything is used.<</speech>>
<<speech "Krios">>We're sparring, not fighting.<</speech>>
Krios growled, a dangerously calculating look on his face.
<<speech "You">>Yeah, right, and I'm a pretty, pretty girl.<</speech>>
<<link "Show off a little" "sunday 1-2ba">><</link>>
<<set $contacts=0>><<if $alida.intro==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<</nobr>>S
<<link "OK. I'll go with you. But now you owe me one." "sunday 1-2ca">><</link>>
<<link "Sure I'd love to go with you." "sunday 1-2cb">><</link>>
<<elseif $alida.intro==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<</nobr>>Si
<<link "You sure that's all you're trying to blow?" "sunday 1-2cc">><</link>>
<<link "Say less! Let's go!" "sunday 1-2cd">><</link>>
<<elseif $alida.intro==3>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<</nobr>>Since you
<<link "Nah fuck that bitch. She's the one who should be apologizing." "sunday 1-2ce">><</link>>
<<link "Yeah I should probably apologize to her." "sunday 1-2cf">><</link>>
<<elseif $alida.intro==4>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<</nobr>>Since you still do
<<link "Firmly tell her to stop calling you creepy." "sunday 1-2cg">><</link>>
<<link "Play along with the joke for now, and apologize again for creeping on her yesterday." "sunday 1-2ch">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>><<set $contacts=1>><<set $day=13>><<if $sunday13a is 0 and $sunday13b is 0 and $sunday13c is 0>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/anne/anne1.jpg" alt="a hand opening a door handle" class="center">
<</nobr>>Rolling away and into a defensive stance, you quickly assessed the situation. Was it a mugging? Or a kidnapping? Who cares, finally a damsel in distress!
The woman was a long-haired, brown-eyed beauty in a long white top and short white skirt. The three men all looked alike: tall, slim, dark, and only wearing the knee-length pants of the commoners.
<<speech "You">>Street thugs. Die!<</speech>>
You said, making your mind up in a heartbeat.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3a">><</link>>
<<elseif $sunday13a is 1 and $sunday13b is 0 and $sunday13c is 0>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/anne/anne1.jpg" alt="a man relaxing on a couch" class="center">
<</nobr>>
<<speech "?">>You saved my life.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Hey, it's what I do. I'm a hero.<</speech>>
<<speech "?">>My hero!<</speech>>
She cried, throwing herself into your arms. You wrapped your arms around her tightly, and kissed her full on the lips. Oh, it was nice. Her lips were warm and full. Perfect kissing lips. And her toned young body felt wonderful pressed against you.
@@color:grey; //"It's good to be the hero."//@@
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3b">><</link>>
<<elseif $sunday13a is 0 and $sunday13b is 1 and $sunday13c is 0>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="a man relaxing on a couch" class="left">
<</nobr>>The sun is low and the shadows are getting long. You still have some time left to kill though, and a few things you still need to do. What do you want to do next?
<<link "Make dinner" "sunday 1-3a">><</link>>
<<link "Explore the apartment complex" "sunday 1-3c">><</link>>
<<elseif $sunday13a is 0 and $sunday13b is 0 and $sunday13c is 1>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="a man relaxing on a couch" class="left">
<</nobr>>The sun is getting low and the shadows are getting long. You still have some time left to kill though, and a few things you still need to do. What do you want to do next?
<<link "Make dinner" "sunday 1-3a">><</link>>
<<link "Do a load of laundry" "sunday 1-3b">><</link>>
<<elseif $sunday13a is 0 and $sunday13b is 1 and $sunday13c is 1>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="a man relaxing on a couch" class="left">
<</nobr>>The sun is getting low and the shadows are getting long. You still have some time left to kill though, and a few things you still need to do. What do you want to do next?
<<link "Make dinner" "sunday 1-3a">><</link>>
<<elseif $sunday13a is 1 and $sunday13b is 0 and $sunday13c is 1>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/sunday1/relax.jpg" alt="a man relaxing on a couch" class="left">
<</nobr>>The sun is getting low and the shadows are getting long. You still have some time left to kill though, and a few things you still need to do. What do you want to do next?
<<link "Do a load of laundry" "sunday 1-3b">><</link>>
Or do none of these and text or call someone.
<<elseif $sunday13a is 1 and $sunday13b is 1 and $sunday13c is 0>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/anne/anne2.jpg" alt="a man relaxing on a couch" class="center">
<</nobr>>Normally, being chased in a dream was enough to panic you and wake you up. This time, though, you were pretty sure of a happy ending.
<<speech "You">>Are you my damsel in distress?<</speech>>
<<speech "?">>Your what?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Nothing. I'm $you.firstName. $you.firstName of erm... Jarn.<</speech>>
She turned into a dark alley.
<<speech "Anne">>I am Anne.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Where are we going?<</speech>>
<<link "Continue" "sunday 1-3c">><</link>>
<<elseif $sunday13a is 1 and $sunday13b is 1 and $sunday13c is 1>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/scenery/tavernbedroom.jpg" alt="a man relaxing on a couch" class="center">
<</nobr>>The upstairs was divided down the middle by a narrow corridor. Four doors, two per side, lined it. Anne led you to the front, right room. Inside, you found a large bed, and some shelves mostly filled with bright, folded clothes. It was well lit thanks to a large open window.
<<speech "You">>Nice place.<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>Thank you.<</speech>>
She pressed up close. Anne rose on her tiptoes and kissed you.
<<speech "Anne">>And thank you for saving my life.<</speech>>
<<link "What a kiss!" "sunday 1-4">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>><<set $contacts=0>><<nobr>>
<<bg pool>>
<img src="images/scenery/taverncourtyard.jpg" alt="maria" class="center">
<</nobr>>
<<speech "Anne">>To my room in the Shopping Quarters. We're here.<</speech>>
We stood halfway down the dark alley, behind a two-story structure. There was a walled courtyard at the back, into which we entered. Numerous women were cooking as we passed through, while young children played rather loudly. A few of the little girls called out greetings to Anne, but otherwise no one paid them any heed.
<<speech "You">>Is that your family?<</speech>>
You asked once we entered the structure's cool interior.
<<link "Continue" "sunday 1-3cd">><</link>>
<<set $contacts=0>><<nobr>>
<<bg laundry>>
<img src="images/scenery/streets1.jpg" alt="katie" class="center">
<</nobr>>Angry shouts reached us from over the wall, and then more shouts from the direction the third mugger vanished. She gasped, wiggled free of your hold, and grabbed your free hand.
<<speech "?">>Quickly! Come with me.<</speech>>
You tucked your $you.fakelastName into your belt before you moved through the crowded, twisting streets.
<<link "Let her lead the way" "sunday 1-3bc">><</link>>
<<set $contacts=0>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<div class=".centered-video video"><video src="images/me/fight2.mp4" autoplay show controls></video></div>
<</nobr>>How do you want to deal with them?
Rascal <<link "Kill them." "sunday 1-3aa">><</link>>
Lover <<link "Spare them" "sunday 1-3ab">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg town>>
<</nobr>>A
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg town>>
<</nobr>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg aihouse>>
<</nobr>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg aihouse>>
<</nobr>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg town>>
<</nobr>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1ae1">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg town>>
<</nobr>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1af1">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg aihouse>>
<</nobr>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1ae2">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg aihouse>>
<</nobr>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg campus>>
<</nobr>>
<<you "$you.fakefirstName.">> She continues to look at you. You <<link "continue your yoga." "sunday 1-1ca1">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg campus>>
<</nobr>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1cb1">><</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg campus>>
<img src="images/me/me2.jpg" alt="ai close up" class="center">
<</nobr>>Krios stood and pulled his sword. You stood, faced him, and spread your hands wide.
<<speech "You">>I don't have a weapon.<</speech>>
<<speech "Talia">>I disagree $you.fakefirstName! It looks like something needs unsheathing.<</speech>>
The women all giggled. The men scowled. All you could do was sigh and pray someone gave you a weapon before Krios skewered you. Otherwise, it was going to be a very short dream.
<<speech "Krios">>Defend yourself, $you.fakefirstName!<</speech>>
Krios growled, moving towards you.
<<set $sunday11c=1>><<set $brianna.intro=3>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg campus>>
<</nobr>>
<<set $sunday11c=1>><<set $brianna.intro=4>>
<<loverGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg campus>>
<</nobr>>You can tell that Brianna is becoming increasingly frustrated by the fact that you are not paying her any attention.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg campus>>
<</nobr>>You're lost in your daydream when she suddenly says, <<brianna "$you.fakefirstName, come closer and look at my arms. I want you to get a good look at my form.">> You take a step forward, being careful not to bump into her.
You both snap to your senses and remember where you are.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>>
<</nobr>><<if $day is 11 and $brianna.call11 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 0>>The phone rings a couple times and someone picks up.
<<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>><<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>><img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"><<if $day is 11 and $brianna.call11 is 0 and $brianna.text11 is 0>><<nobr>>
<div class="text">
<div class="chat">
<div class="yours messages">
<div class="message last">
Hey Brianna its $you.fakefirstName. Thanks again for the yoga lesson!
</div>
</div>
<div class="mine messages">
<</nobr>>
<<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>><<nobr>><<bg apartment>><<set $sunday11b=1>>
<img src="images/talia/queen1.jpg" alt="a person working at a computer" class="center">
<</nobr>><<if $lesson1 is 1>>You decide it's best to have everyone in the class talk about their sexual history. Once it's all out in the open, it will be easier to figure out just what they know and don't know. Some of them may resist, but it will be important to assert your authority early in the school term.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson1 is 2>>
Krios was no match for your fighting skill.
The guard captain thrust at your heart, and you flicked your wrist and easily parried. You immediately sent your $you.fakelastName down the length of your foe's sword. You tried to sever the captain's fingers at the knuckles, but Krios avoided the attack with a flick of his own wrist.
<<speech "Talia">>Oh my. We have a real fight after all.<</speech>>
Talia whispered, fanning herself.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>><<nobr>><<bg aihouse>>
<</nobr>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1af2">><</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg aihouse>>
<</nobr>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg aihouse>>
<</nobr>>Y
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1ag1">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg aihouse>>
<</nobr>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1ah1">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg aihouse>>
<</nobr>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1ah2">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg aihouse>>
<</nobr>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg aihouse>>
<</nobr>>Ai is standing in front of you, showing off he ample assets. She's waiting for you to command her, so you do. <<you "Turn around baby, lemme see you from the front.">>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1ag2">><</link>>
<<nobr>><<bg aihouse>>
<</nobr>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/sunday1/protectnuts.jpg" alt="a squirell protecting his nuts" class="left">
<</nobr>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2aa1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<</nobr>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2ab1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/beach/barrels.jpg" alt="gloria" class="center">
<</nobr>>There were ten soldiers guarding a nearby gate to the city, and four guarding the stairs up to a catwalk atop the fifteen foot high walls. But being a daring $you.fakefirstName in your dream, you spotted the barrels stacked against the wall. Stacked just perfectly for your thrilling escape.
<<speech "Krios">>Stop him!<</speech>>
You raced up to and leapt atop the first barrel. Yor right leg propelled you up to the next stack of two barrels, and then you was upon the next stack of three. You found yourself alone on the catwalk.
You turned to see the soldiers all gawking up at you, and Queen Talia watching adoringly, delicate hand over her heart.
You lifted your sword, and saluted the queen with a flourish. You barked a taunting laugh as you vaulted over the wall and away from capture.
<<set $sunday12a=1>><<set $gloria.intro=3>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<</nobr>>You stand in the doorway debating what to do.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<</nobr>>You push her back against her desk and press your body against her so she can't try to kick you again. She knows you're too strong for her so she tries to talk her way out of your grasp. With a look of well practiced false confidence, she asks,
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<</nobr>>The thermostat is set on heat mode, but the temperature reads 72 degrees farenheit.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<div class=".centered-video video"><video src="images/me/fight1.mp4" autoplay show controls ></video></div>
<</nobr>>Queen Talia snickered. You grinned. Krios growled and stalked forward.
<<speech "You">>Wait!<</speech>>
You cried, stopping the guard captain in his tracks. You leapt back next to Talia, palmed the back of her head, and kissed her. The king cried out in outrage. Krios screamed bloody murder. And Talia moaned so sensuously, while pushing into the kiss.
<<speech "You">>Thanks, my queen.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2ba1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<</nobr>>As you near the door,
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2bb1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<</nobr>>As
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<</nobr>>As you approach the c
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2bd1">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/talia/queen1.jpg" alt="annie" class="center">
<</nobr>>You spin around, bringing your $you.fakelastName across a rope tied to a support pole. The cloth sunscreen above came down on the reclining notables, bringing forth screams of fear and surprise.
You laughed and swatted Talia's butt with an open hand. Wow so firm, you thought.
<<speech "You">>Nice ass.<</speech>>
<<set $sunday12b=1>><<set $annie.intro=1>>
<<talialoveGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/sunday1/walkout.jpg" alt="a man walking out the door" class="left">
<</nobr>>She puts the ta
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<</nobr>>You get to the heart
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>><<nobr>><<set $contacts=0>><<set $day=14>>
<<bg courtyard>>
<img src="images/anne/annebed1.png" alt="roger and mickey" class="center">
<</nobr>>She sat seductively on the bed.
<<speech "Anne">>We'll both have to stay here for awhile. At least until it calms down outside. What ever will we do to past the time Master?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I'm sure we can find something to occupy ourselves.<</speech>>
<<link "Master uh?" "sunday 1-4a">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>>
<</nobr>><<if $day is 12 and $gloria.call12 is 0 and $gloria.text12 is 0>>The phone rings a few times then someone picks up.
She hangs up.
<<set $gloria.call12=1>>
<<link "Hang Up" "sunday 1-2">><</link>>
<<elseif $day is 12 and $gloria.call12 is 1>>You just called her and it didn't go that well. Don't call her again.
<<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>>
<<elseif $day is 41 and $gloria.text41 is 1>>She didn't answer the text. Don't call her too.
<<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>><<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>><img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"><<if $day is 12 and $gloria.call12 is 0 and $gloria.text12 is 0>><<nobr>>
<<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>><<nobr>><<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>>
<img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left">
<</nobr>><<if $day is 12 and $annie.call12 is 0 and $annie.text12 is 0>>The phone rings a few times then someone picks up.
<<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>><img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"><<if $day is 12 and $annie.call12 is 0 and $annie.text12 is 0>><<nobr>>
<<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>>
<<elseif $day is 41 and $annie.call41 is 1>>Dude, you're really annoying! Stop bugging her.
<<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>>
<<elseif $day is 41 and $annie.text41 is 1>>Dude, you're really annoying! Stop bugging her.
<<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>><<nobr>>
<<bg laundry>>
<</nobr>>She leaves with h
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3ba1">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg laundry>>
<</nobr>>She's about to leave with her laun
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3bb1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg laundry>>
<img src="images/scenery/streets2.jpg" alt="katie" class="center">
<</nobr>>Most of the streets were so narrow you could stretch out your arms and touch both sides. They were also crowded with men, women, and children, as well as goats, cows, and chickens. And a lot of dogs.
Yeah, the air was ripe, to say the least.
Most of the structures lining the streets were just one or two floors. You couldn't figure out if they were mud brick or stone, because every wall look plastered over and whitewashed. The street was hard-packed, very dusty dirt.
The shouting behind us slowly grew closer and closer. The young beauty leading you didn't seem that concerned, so you were able to enjoy the adventure.
<<set $sunday13b=1>><<set $katie.intro=3>>
<<confidenceGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg laundry>>
<img src="images/katie/katiesunday138.jpg" alt="katie" class="left">
<img src="images/katie/katiesunday1310.jpg" alt="katie" class="left">
<img src="images/katie/katiesunday139.jpg" alt="katie" class="left">
<</nobr>>The woman takes her clean clothes and leaves the room. You look at all the machines, but they are all in use. You sit down to wait for one to become available. After a few minutes, one of the machines ends its spin cycle and you hear it shut off. Just then, the pretty brunette woman comes back and hurries over to the machine. As she's unloading it, she says, <<katie "Sorry, this one's mine. I'll get this stuff out of here and you can use it.">> You smile back and reply,
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>>
<img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left">
<</nobr>>The phone rings a few times then someone picks up.
<<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>>
<<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>><img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"><<if $day is 13 and $katie.call13 is 0 and $katie.text13 is 0>><<nobr>>
<<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg laundry>>
<</nobr>>After loading and starting the dryer, she sits down in another chair and waits for her laundry.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg laundry>>
<</nobr>>She slowly stops laughing, leaving a lull in the conversation.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg pool>>
<</nobr>>You take off your shoes and socks and walk over to the pool.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3ca1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg pool>>
<</nobr>>You figure it would be a good idea to get to know this woman better. After all, you don't know that many people in town, she's your neighbor, and she's hotter than the center of the earth.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3cb1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg pool>>
<</nobr>>You decide to be a little devious and play a prank on this woman.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg pool>>
<img src="images/scenery/tavern.jpg" alt="sitting in a deck chair" class="center">
<</nobr>>As best you could tell, the two-floor high room was centrally located, with hallways leading off in two directions, top and bottom.
<<speech "Anne">>No. I'm renting a room here between voyages. Come.<</speech>>
She said, and started climbing a wooden staircase.
<<speech "You">>Oh, I intend to, my beautiful damsel.<</speech>>
You whispered, wagging your brows as you watched her shapely rump moving under her dress.
She stopped climbing and looked down at you. You smiled as innocently as you could. <<nobr>><<link "''//Rolling her eyes,//''">><<set $anne.note3=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Anne Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("anne notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>> she continued up.
You finally looked at the item Talia gave you. It was a finely wrought gold and silver bangle. Probably worth a fortune. You grinned. You were getting rich and getting laid. Best dream ever. You then quickly followed Anne upstairs.
<<set $sunday13c=1>><<set $maria.intro=4>>
<<annelustGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>><<nobr>><<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>>
<</nobr>>
<<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>><<bg phone>><<set $contacts=2>><img src="images/ui/phone.jpg" alt="a phone" class="left"><<if $day is 13 and $maria.call13 is 0 and $maria.text13 is 0>><<nobr>>
<<link "Hang Up" "wednesday 4-break3">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>><<nobr>>
<<bg pool>>
<</nobr>>Just after you agree to go swimming with her, you remember
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg pool>>
<</nobr>>The two of you sit there at the edge of the pool, her sitting on the side, you still in the water. You keep looking right at each other. It's almost as if your are having a contest to see who will talk first.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<div class=".centered-video video"><video src="images/me/fight1.mp4" autoplay show controls></video></div>
<</nobr>>To your surprise, you didn't even think about it. A thrust, followed by a savage slash, left the two men dead at your feet. The third man, the one you had landed on, scrambled away and vanished around the nearest corner.
The woman looks at you. <<nobr>><<link "''//lustfully.//''">><<set $anne.note1=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Anne Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("anne notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>>
<<set $sunday13a=1>>
<<rascalGain 1>>
<<annelustGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<div class=".centered-video video"><video src="images/me/fight2.mp4" autoplay show controls></video></div>
<</nobr>>To your surprise, you didn't even think about. As the first man charged you spun around like a bullfighter and shouted,
<<speech "You">>Ole!<</speech>>
He went flying past you, straight headfirst into a wall, knocking himself out cold. As the second man charged, you deftly side-stepped him while sticking out a foot, which he tripped right over. He too, went headfirst into the same wall ending the same way as the first, out cold. The third man, the one you'd landed upon, scrambled away and vanished around the nearest corner.
The woman looks at you amazed <<nobr>><<link "''//with love in her eyes.//''">><<set $anne.note2=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Anne Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("anne notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>>
<<set $sunday13a=1>>
<<loverGain 1>>
<<anneloveGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<</nobr>>As much troub
<<link "Use her desperate situation to sexually humiliate her." "sunday 1-3aca">><</link>>
<<link "Genuinely feel bad for her and volunteer to help her out." "sunday 1-3acb">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<</nobr>>You look her up and down.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<</nobr>>This poor girl seems to be in a
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-3">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg details>>
<img src="images/intro/thankyou2.jpg" alt="respect women poster" class="left">
<</nobr>><span class="talia">THANK YOU:</span> Please enjoy the story: This story is a 100% fantasy comedy, please leave feedback to help improve the story. Thank you.
This story uses the a lot of the points/choice system from the game Confidence Man by Whale_Shark. Please consider checking out his game at https://www.patreon.com/whaleshark" it is really good and I highly recommend it. Is system is much more refined, you can also find the link in credits, thank you!
<<link "CONTINUE" "title page 3">><</link>> <<nobr>>
<<bg details>>
<img src="images/intro/thankyou.jpg" alt="thank you" class="left">
<</nobr>><span class="ai">
<span class="talia">SYNOPSIS:</span> @@color:lightgrey; //"Your long lost uncle died and left you fortune…
…and a creepy old mansion in the middle of nowhere. It’s probably haunted, too.
But nothing prepared you for what happens when you go to bed.
Whether by dream or magic, you get transported to a fantastical world with amorous queenes who long for your lips, angry kings who want your head (literally) because you tasted said lips, and a beautiful, but deadly, blonde pirate who captains a pirate ship.
You find the choice between walking the plank or pledging yourself to Pirate Captain Jules an easy one to make. So, with sword in hand, you sail off to pillage and plunder at her side, reveling in the excitement of the pirate world, the wanton women, and the barroom brawls. However, while you engage in lusty pursuits, a queen waits for you to save her. It's a glorious illusion.
In this lucid dream, you find it easy to take chances, for it's only a dream – or is it? And you can't die in a dream – or can you? And just how did your uncle really meet his end?"//@@
<<button "BEGIN THE GAME" "input first name">><</button>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg alidahouse>>
<img src="images/intro/alidacar.jpg" alt="alida's car" class="left">
<img src="images/sunday1/alidahouse.jpg" alt="alida's house" class="left">
<img src="images/sunday1/alidalivingroom.jpg" alt="alida's living room" class="left">
<</nobr>>You look at her dubiously for a moment then say, <<you "OK. But if I do this for you, then you owe me one.">> She smiles seductively and says,
<<alida "Oh I'm sure I can find a way to make it up to you.">> That's all you needed to hear. Sounds like a good time might be just around the corner. You hop in the passenger seat of her car and the two of you speed away together. You zoom through the streets of Harrington, at times traveling so fast you think the car may actually take flight. Alida, however, doesn't seem to be that worried; judging by the smile on her face, she seems to be loving it.
After a few minutes you come to a sudden stop as she parks the car in front of a little blue house on the edge of town. You both get out and start walking up through the front lawn. <<alida "My house is super cute, right?">> she asks you.
<<you "Sure, I guess.">> you reply. From the expression on her face, you can tell this was not the kind of response she was fishing for. Often, when you subtly shit on something that a person is proud of, they may recoil and turn inward. You think that Alida will be different, though. With the way she was just hanging around the docks yesterday waiting for the ferry in that dress; yeah, she's a bit of an attention whore. If you keep ignoring the little games she's playing, she'll probably end up blowing you just to get you to compliment her.
You both head inside her house. You see a pretty comfy looking couch in her living room, so you lie down and close your eyes for a moment. <<alida "Sure, just make yourself at home!">> she says, with a little laugh.
<<you "Thank you. I will.">> you say, nonchalantly. She doesn't really know what to do here, so she just stands in the living room with you, awkwardly fidgeting. You'd bet most guys are all over her all the time, so the fact that you're ignoring her is putting her out of her comfort zone.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2ca1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg alidahouse>>
<img src="images/intro/alidacar.jpg" alt="alida's car" class="left">
<img src="images/sunday1/alidahouse.jpg" alt="alida's house" class="left">
<img src="images/sunday1/alidalivingroom.jpg" alt="alida's living room" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidasunday129.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/sunday1/alidatravel.jpg" alt="alida backpacking on a mountain." class="left">
<</nobr>><<you "Of course I will. You're, like, my only friend!">> you say with a smile. She laughs and you both head over to her car. You're meeting a lot of new people, so that line is not going to work for long. Better take advantage of it now. You both hop in her car and in seconds, you're speeding down the road together. As before, Alida seems to only have two speeds when driving: stopped, and as fast as possible.
The engine screams as you fly through the streets of the little town. You're still very uncomfortable going this fast, but Alida seems to not be bothered by any of it. After a few minutes drive she suddenly comes to a stop, parking the car in front of a little blue house at the edge of town. You both get out and start walking up the path to the front door. The house has an unusual architectural design and the lawn and garden are well manicured. <<you "Cute house!">> you exclaim. She smiles wide.
<<alida "Thanks! I did the garden myself!">> she says. She seems really proud of herself. It must have been a lot of hard work to make the garden look that good.
You head inside and she drops her purse on the coffee table in the living room before flopping into a big armchair. You take a seat on the couch and relax for a moment, attempting to relieve some of the tension you still have from the hectic car ride. After a few moments, you ask, <<you "So what was it that you wanted to show me?">>
She smiles at you and says, <<alida "Before I do that, let me ask you something.">> You smile back.
<<you "Sure, what is it?">>
<<alida "Do you think it's OK for educators like us to have side gigs? You know, to make some extra money?">> she asks. You think for a moment, then reply.
<<you "Well, I don't see why not, as long as your duty to your students comes first. I think that educators in this country are often underpaid, especially ones who are new to the profession. That can be a tough introduciton to the field. If they were paid more, we might have better luck retaining more of them. But until that happens...I think you kinda gotta do what you gotta do.">> you say. She looks at you with a satisfied smile. <<you "Sorry, maybe that was a little longwinded.">> you say.
<<alida "No! Not at all! I agree with you. I just wanted to know what you think before you see what I wanted to show you.">> she says. Your curiosity is increasing by the second. What is this thing she wants to show you?
<<you "OK, you have me very curious. What is it that you want to show me?">> you ask.
<<alida "Wait here. I'll go get it ready. Promise you'll wait here.">> she says.
<<you "I promise.">> you reply. She giggles and heads off down the hallway towards the back of the house. You sit alone in her living room, looking around. You notice that there are a lot of pictures of Alida backpacking and doing extreme sports like whitewater kayaking and the like. <<nobr>><<link "''//She's a real thrill seeker,//''">><<set $alida.note14=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Alida Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>> you think to yourself. Makes sense...the way she drives. Your butthole puckers at the thought. After a few minutes, she calls to you from the back of the house.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2cb1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg alidahouse>>
<img src="images/intro/alidacar3.jpg" alt="alida's car" class="left">
<img src="images/sunday1/alidahouse.jpg" alt="alida's house" class="left">
<img src="images/sunday1/alidalivingroom.jpg" alt="alida's livingroom" class="left">
<</nobr>><<you "You sure that's all you're trying to blow?">> you ask. She smiles at you, devilishly. <<alida "Eww you're nasty. Get the fuck in my car right now!">>
You're eyes widen in excitement and you hop in the passenger seat. She takes off like a lightning bolt down the street before you can even get your seatbelt on. This girl is WILD! You feel like you're about to get a really freaky blowjob once you get to her house.
She speeds down the streets of the small town taking corners and turns so fast you can barely pay attention to where you are. Of course, it being your second day in town doesn't help much. After only a few minutes, she screeches to a halt in front of a quaint, little house just outside the town center.
You get out of the car and the two of you head inside. Upon entering, she drops her purse on a table and heads down a hallway. <<alida "I'll go get the stuff. You can wait here.">> she says.
<<you "OK.">> you reply as you sit down in the living room. You take a look around while you're waiting for Alida. You notice there are pictures of her in front of several different famous landmarks around the world. This plus the driving makes you think <<nobr>><<link "''//she's the adventureous type.//''">><<set $alida.note14=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Alida Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>> You've barely sat long enough to look around when <<link "she calls from down the hallway." "sunday 1-2cc1">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg alidahouse>>
<img src="images/intro/alidacar3.jpg" alt="alida's car" class="left">
<img src="images/sunday1/alidahouse.jpg" alt="alida's house" class="left">
<img src="images/sunday1/alidalivingroom.jpg" alt="alida's living room" class="left">
<img src="images/sunday1/jointroll.jpg" alt="alida rolling a joint" class="left">
<img src="images/sunday1/jointsmoke.jpg" alt="two people smoking a joint" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidasunday128.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidasunday129.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<</nobr>>You shrug and smile. <<you "Say less. Let's go.">> you say, and hop in the passenger seat of her car. She giggles and says,
<<alida "Buckle up!">> You start to get your seatbelt on when she punches the gas and the car takes off like a rocket. The two of you speed down the road together, whizzing past the scenery so fast that you barely have time to figure out what you're seeing. You look over at Alida. She has a huge smile on her face as the wind whips her hair around the inside of the car. She's a bit of a thrill seeker, this girl.
After a short drive, you arrive at a small but pleasant looking blue house at the edge of town. Its interesting architectural style and well-landscaped garden make it stand out from the other nearby houses. It's a standout house for a standout personality like Alida's, you think to yourself. She parks the car in front and the two of you get out and head inside.
<<alida "Make yourself at home,">> she says with a friendly smile.
<<you "Thank you.">> you say, as you take a seat on the couch.
<<alida "You want something to drink?">> she asks.
<<you "Just some water would be great, thanks.">> you reply. She heads to the kitchen. You notice many pictures of Alida backpacking in the wilderness. <<nobr>><<link "''//Seems as though she likes adventure.//''">><<set $alida.note14=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Alida Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>> She returns with a glass of water. As you drink it, she opens a little, wooden box on the coffee table and produces a bag of weed, a metal grinder, and some rolling papers. She quickly grinds up some weed and rolls it into a joint with the skill that only a regular weed smoker can muster. She grabs a lighter out of the box and sparks up, making sure that the joint is burning evenly before taking a big rip and passing it to you.
You don't smoke weed that often. Not that you have anything against it, but you usually don't have the free time to just zone out for a couple hours, especially in a line of work that requires clear-headed thinking. Today, however, you've got some time. Getting stoned with your new, beautiful, big-tittied friend seems like a great idea.
The two of you smoke the joint, letting its euphoric effect wash over you. Your mind starts to wander all over the place, as does hers. The two of you start talking about all manner of things; from puzzling, scientific mysteries to funny, pet animal anecdotes, from silly, childhood stories to deep, philosophical thought exercises. Eventually, she steers the subject to sex.
<<alida "So, since you're a pervert sex teacher,">> she says, jokingly. You correct her,
<<you "Genius pervert sex PROFESSOR. I have advanced degrees, you know.">>
She lets out a stoned giggle. <<alida "OK, sorry PROFESSOR. But I have a kinda weird thing that I need to talk about with someone.">> she says. Her joking tone is gone, and she seems a little uncomfortable now. You can tell from the shift in her demeanor that what she wants to talk about is probably more serious than typical stoned talk. You fight through the effects of the weed and try your best to be "professional" here.
<<you "I'm assuming this kinda weird thing is a kinda weird sex thing, right?">> you ask. She nods. <<you "OK, shoot.">> you say. She hesitates.
<<alida "Are you sure this isn't going to be too weird for you">> she asks. You play along and act the part of your alter-ego.
<<you "Of course not. It's my job.">> you say, reassuringly. It seems to work as Alida's expression changes from apprehensive to confident.
<<alida "OK...well, it's about a thing... that is kinda...a weird sex thing. I'm not sure what to think about it or if there's something wrong with me.">> she says. You're certainly intrigued by this. <<link "You want to know more." "sunday 1-2cd1">><</link>> <<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/alida/alidasunday123.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/intro/burnout.jpg" alt="black car burnout" class="left">
<</nobr>>She stands there with that silly, displeased look on her face. You look right at her. <<you "What?">> you ask, indignantly. She looks even more pissed now.
<<alida "I was going to come over here and give you a chance to be a decent person and apologize for yesterday.">> she says. You let out a derisive laugh. This seems to make her even more upset. Good.
<<you "That's funny,">> you say.
<<alida "What is?">> she asks.
<<you "The fact that you think it's me who owes you an apology, not the other way around.">>
She looks at you, confused, in disbelief. <<alida "Why the fuck would I apologize to you?">>
<<you "You called me Captain Creepy just for looking at you. You yelled it out in front of a whole bunch of people. That's fucking rude. I wasn't even staring at you, and even if I was,">> you pause for dramatic effect, <<you "You probably would have liked it. That's probably why you were dressed so slutty in the first place; to get guys to stare at you, right?">> She looks away, not making eye contact. <<nobr>><<link "''//You know you're right.//''">><<set $alida.note6=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Alida Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>> <<you "So if I'm Captain Creepy, what does that make you, Queen Slutty?">>
She's had enough at this point. <<alida "Fuck you!">> she yells and storms back to her car. As she's pulling away in a burst of tire smoke, you yell,
<<you "See ya later, Queen Slutty!">>
<<set $sunday12c=1>><<set $alida.second=5>>
<<rascalGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/alida/alidasunday123.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidasunday121.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/intro/burnout.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<</nobr>>You put your hands up in front of you and say, <<you "Hey, white flag OK? Can we parley?">> She wrinkles up her face in confusion. You think it might have been "parley." <<you "It means to discuss terms with an enemy.">> you tell her. She rolls her eyes and says,
<<alida "I know what it means, asshole. I'm a history teacher.">>
Fuck.
You work with her too.
FUCK.
<<you "I'm just gonna say my piece and then I'll leave. OK?">> She gives you a "get on with it" hand signal. You continue, <<you "I'm sorry I gave you the finger yesterday. I realize now that you were just joking around, and I misinterpreted it. You're probably a perfectly nice person. I was really tired and irritable from traveling, but that's not your fault. I'm not trying to make excuses, I just want you to know why I acted that way. Since we're going to be working together-">> she cuts you off.
<<alida "You work at Harrington?">> she asks.
<<you "Yes. I'm new.">> She looks at you like she's in the process of making a decision.
<<alida "OK. Apology accepted.">> she says with a polite smile. You're relieved so you smile back.
<<you "Good. I didn't like the idea of starting off my time on the island that way.">> you say. She smiles wider and says,
<<alida "Well thanks for the apology. Sorry about the Captain Creepy thing too. I was just joking, like you said...but...sometimes people misinterpret things I say. I'm glad we cleared it up.">>
<<nobr>><<link "''//You two may be more alike than you thought.//''">><<set $alida.note7=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Alida Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>> <<you "Me too.">> you say.
You both stand there for a few more moments, then part ways. She hops back in her car and peels out leaving you standing in a cloud of tire smoke. You think back to yesterday. So she's the crazy fuckin' driver. Noted.
<<set $sunday12c=1>><<set $alida.second=6>>
<<loverGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/alida/alidasunday123.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidasunday121.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<</nobr>>As she approaches you, you say, <<you "Please stop calling me that. I don't appreciate it.">> She's momentarily taken aback by your serious demeanor.
<<alida "Woah! I was just joking around. Don't be so sensitive.">> she responds.
You continue in a serious tone, <<you "I'm not being overly sensitive. I don't like you calling me that and I want you to stop.">> She frowns at you for a moment then replies.
<<alida "Sorry. I didn't know you didn't have a sense of humor.">> she says. You're starting to get a little frustrated with this girl. Better try explaining yourself.
<<you "It's not about that. It's about I'm new on the island, and I'm assuming you know everyone already. If you go around calling me Captain Creepy, then that creep label is going to stick and I don't want that. You don't hear me calling you Queen Slutty, do you? No. So do me the same courtesy, OK?">>
She still seems a little annoyed; maybe because you're not playing along with her joke, or maybe because of the "Queen Slutty" thing. Either way, she shrugs and shakes her head, seemingly retreating, and says, <<alida "OK sure. Whatever you say. No more Captain Creepy. I promise.">> She shoots you a little smile and you return one back. She heads off down the sidewalk and you decide to go in the other direction.
Your exchange with Alida may have turned her off to you, but in the long run, it may be worth it. <<nobr>><<link "''//She knows who she's dealing with,//''">><<set $alida.note8=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Alida Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>> and she knows that you don't like her fucking with you. Maybe you will end up getting closer to her, maybe not. But you've certainly taken a stand, and that makes you feel good about yourself, at least.
<<set $sunday12c=1>><<set $alida.second=7>>
<<rascalGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/alida/alidasunday121.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"><img src="images/alida/alidasunday125.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidasunday122.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidasunday124.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/intro/burnout.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<</nobr>>You smile and play along with the joke for now. You think maybe if you apologize again for staring at her yesterday, she might appreciate your sincerity and stop calling you creepy. <<you "Just going for a walk and 100% not creeping on girls.">> She giggles at your joke. You continue, <<you "Listen, I'm really sorry about staring at you like that yesterday. I was so exhausted from the journey I was just totally checked out. If I'm honest, I didn't even see you there.">>
<<alida "No problem. I'm just giving you shit. It's just...how I am, I guess.">> She smiles a wide and mischevious grin. <<alida "I'll stop calling you creepy. Small town like this...those labels tend to stick.">> she says with a wink. You let out an internal sigh of relief. You're already going to be a suspected creep. After all, you're a single, straight guy who took a job teaching sex to much younger women at a reform school. That's a pretty creepy baseline.
<<you "So what are you up to today?">> you ask.
<<alida "Just out for a little drive. I spotted you walking along and figured I should say hello.">>
<<you "Thanks, that's actually really nice. I don't really know too many people yet.">>
<<alida "And what are you doing today?">> she asks.
<<you "Well...I was trying to find my office on campus, but...">> Your voice trails off and she interjects,
<<alida "So you're a new teacher?">> she asks.
<<you "Yes, I just got hired a few days ago.">> you reply. Her eyes light up and her smile widens.
<<alida "That's awesome! I teach here too! History. What are you teaching?">> You pause, realizing that after you answer her question, you're probably going to be labeled "Lord High Admiral Creepy" but you answer anyway.
<<you "I'm teaching Psychology-">> you say. She continues smiling. <<you "-and Human Sexuality.">> Her smile fades and she frowns at you.
<<alida "You know it's getting really hard not to call you creepy, right?">> she says. You laugh and she chuckles a few times.
<<you "I know, I know. But it's a really important subject for young people to learn. Sex is something that every young woman is going to need to know about. And the way I see it, it's best they're learning about it from a professional.">>
Her eyes widen and she asks, <<alida "So you're a sex professional is what you're telling me? You're not making this better for yourself, you know that, right?">> You realize it sounds bad when you say it like that, and you laugh, nervously. She seems to sense your anxiety and tries to calm the situation. <<alida "I'm just joking with you again. I understand what you mean. Maybe if I had a sex teacher like you when I was younger then I wouldn't be so fucked up.">>
You stand there trying to unpack that last sentence she said. <<you "You're a very forward person, you know that?">> you ask. She laughs and replies,
<<alida "I've heard people say stuff like that...usually not as nicely.">> she says, smiling.
<<you "Oh? What do they usually say?">> you ask. She hesitates to answer and you see, for the first time, a hint of apprehension creep into her confident demeanor.
<<alida "I don't want to bother you with that stuff. Let's just say that my filter is kinda...broken. I usually end up saying stuff that gets me in trouble.">> she says. There's something about her that you are drawn to. She seems genuinely nice, but also brutally honest. <<nobr>><<link "''//She doesn't seem to hold anything back,//''">><<set $alida.note9=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Alida Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>> until you asked her about how she'd been treated by others in the past. Then she hesitated; that's a sore spot for her. She's a very intriguing person. You really want to get to know her better, so you shoot your shot.
<<you "Am I gonna get in trouble if I say I want your phone number?">> You really hope this works. A warm smile forms on her face.
<<alida "Of course not! Gimme your phone.">> she says. You hand her your phone and she punches in her number under the name Alida (Cute). You chuckle at the name. She starts to walk back to her car and before she gets in it she calls out to you, <<alida "See ya later, Sex Teacher!">> She hops in the car and speeds off in a plume of tire smoke. Well, at least she stopped calling you Captain Creepy.
<<set $sunday12c=1>><<set $alida.contact=true>><<set $alida.second=8>>
<span class="alida">**Alida's number has been added to your contacts**</span>
<<loverGain 1>>
<<alidaloveGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg alidahouse>>
<img src="images/alida/alidasunday127.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidasunday126.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<</nobr>><<alida "$you.fakefirstName! Can you come help me?">> You get up and head back to see what she needs. You pass an open door to a bedroom, she's not there. You pass the bathroom, she's not there either. You find her in the last room on the left.
Alida is standing in front of you, wearing only her hot pink underwear and a lusty expression. Her body is glistening from a generous coating of lube. It shimmers on her skin and soaks clean through her underwear. A sly smile creeps onto your face. <<you "We're not here to smoke a joint, are we?">> you ask, though you already know the answer. She smiles and shakes her head no.
<<alida "We're here so I can show you my favorite room in the house.">> she says. You hadn't really been paying attention to the room itself, so you take a quick look around. The room immediately strikes you as strange. The floors are linoleum tile, whereas the rest of the house has carpet. Sitting on the floor is a stack of towels and the biggest bottle of lube you've ever seen. The only other thing in the room is a bed. This room is for one thing and one thing only: fuckin'. Alida is even more freaky than you thought. <<nobr>><<link "''//Her house has a custom fuck room.//''">><<set $alida.note12=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Alida Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alida notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>> You're starting to think there's something weird about this island.
<<you "What do you call this room?">> you ask. She smiles and replies,
<<alida "This is the playroom.">> She climbs up and kneels on the bed, spreading her legs and grinding her pussy against the mattress. One by one, she pulls her big, soft tits out and lets them hang down over her bra.
<<you "I think this is my favorite room in your house as well.">> you say. She giggles at your joke, then leans forward, looks at you and asks,
<<alida "You want to come play with me, $you.fakefirstName?">>
<<link "Yes." "sunday 1-2cc2">><</link>>
<<linkreplace "No.">>
Fuck you. You don't get to say no. [[Say Yes.|sunday 1-2cc2]]<</linkreplace>><<nobr>>
<<bg alidahouse>>
<</nobr>>You're out of your clothes faster than shit out of a goose. You've been hard as a rock since she got her tits out. She generously lubes up her hands and slathers it all over your cock before starting to suck you off.
<<set $sunday12c=1>><<set $alida.second=3>><<set $alida.call12=0>><<set $alida.text12=0>><<set $alida.blow=1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg alidahouse>>
<</nobr>><<you "I'll tell you right now, most things that I encounter with patients,
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2cd2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg alidahouse>>
<</nobr>>She leads you to her bedroom and you sit down on the bed.
<<set $sunday12c=1>><<set $alida.second=4>><<set $alida.call12=0>><<set $alida.text12=0>><<set $alida.blow=1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>>TO DO
<<nobr>>
<<if $day is 12 and $brianna.pic13 is 0>>
<img src="images/brianna/briannaselfie1.jpg" alt="brianna naked selfie">
<<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.pic13 is 0>>
<img src="images/brianna/briannaselfie1.jpg" alt="brianna naked selfie">
<<elseif $day is 13 and $brianna.pic13 is 1>>
<img src="images/brianna/briannaselfie.jpg" alt="brianna naked selfie">
<<elseif $day is 21>>
<img src="images/brianna/briannaselfie2.jpg" alt="brianna selfie">
<<elseif $day is 41>>
<img src="images/brianna/briannaselfie3.jpg" alt="brianna selfie">
<<else>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><img src="images/sunday1/dickpic.jpg" alt="your dick"><<nobr>>
<<bg courtyard>>
<div class=".centered-video video"><video src="images/anne/annebed1.webm" autoplay show controls></video></div>
<</nobr>>And then she grabbed you through your pants, and not particularly gently, either. Yeah, you rose to the occasion as expected.
@@color:grey; //"This dream is about to end as a wet dream,"//@@ you thought as you pinched a firm, erect nipple. @@color:grey; //"That should really piss off my new staff."//@@
<img src="images/anne/annebed2.jpg" alt="Katie in office" class="left">
You didn't want to cream your shorts, and the bed sheets, but there was no way you wasn't going to nail your dream damsel. What's the use of being a big $you.fakefirstName in your dream, except to save a damsel and get laid afterwards?
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-4aa">><</link>><<nobr>><<set $contacts=0>>
<<bg details>>
<div class=".centered-video video"><video src="images/anne/annebed3.webm" autoplay show controls></video></div>
<</nobr>>You claimed her lips in a long, deep kiss. You felt passion erupt, within her and yourself. Our hands roamed as we moaned and groaned. You groped her sexy little ass while her hand slipped down and stroked your erection.
Flipping her over, so you was back on top. You began kissing your way down again, so she had to release you. You once again indulged yourself in her beautiful breasts a long moment, before working your way down, down, down.
Anne grinded herself into you while you gripped onto her wonderfully rounded hips. You nuzzled her little pubic patch, before giving her sex a little kiss. You were so happy to find her ready, she was just as excited as you.
<<link "Taste her" "chapter2 intro">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg alidahouse>>
<</nobr>>You continue to lie on the couch with your eyes still closed. From behind you, you hear Alida. <<alida "So...I'm gonna go get that thing I wanted to show you. You still want to see it, right?">> she asks.
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2ca2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg alidahouse>>
<</nobr>>You figure you should start with some foreplay, so
[[CONTINUE|sunday 1-2]]<</linkreplace>><<nobr>>
<<bg alidahouse>>
<</nobr>><<alida "OK! Come on back! Last door on the right!">> she calls to you. You get up and head back down the hallway, ever more curious now. When you get to the room, you open the door to reveal something wholly unexpected. Alida is standing,
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2cb2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg alidahouse>>
<</nobr>>Alida throws a towel over the table
<<link "CONTINUE" "sunday 1-2">><</link>><<nobr>><<set $contacts=0>>
<<bg citynight>>
<img src="images/anne/annebed3.jpg" alt="Katie in office" class="center">
<</nobr>>There was nothing you wanted more than to be in bed with her, so you decided to take your time and enjoy her to the max.
You smothered her breasts with kisses, and then started kissing your way down her body. Anne gasped, stiffened, and then sighed contentedly.
<<speech "Anne">>Ahh, $you.fakefirstName's are the best lovers. Ravage me, my beautiful $you.fakefirstName.<</speech>>
You yanked her head back by her silky hair, and held her gaze. Anne gasped and trembled. For a second, you thought she might actually climax. Yeah, she looked that aroused.
<<speech "You">>You may regret that request before I'm through.<</speech>>
Her eyes closed, body shaking like a leaf, and sighed gustily.
<<speech "Anne">>Oh please.<</speech>>
@@color:grey; //"Best dream ever!"//@@
<<link "CONTINUE" "end chapter 1">><</link>><<if $hint is 1>><span class="ai">''Choices:''</span>
<span class="talia">Pirate King</span> is a story about choices. The choices you make will shape the person you become, some choices will open or permanently close future options and story arcs for you and other characters. Choose wisely!
There are a few choices in the introduction which will be labeled either <span class="rascal">Rascal</span> or <span class="lover">Lover</span>. You will need to make your choices based on playthrough style.<<set $tutorial1=1>>
<<elseif $hint is 2>><span class="talia">''Your Personality:''</span>
Your personality is determined by the balance of your <span class="rascal">Rascal Points</span> and <span class="lover">Lover Points.</span>
You've made a choice. These choices you will gain either <span class="rascal">Rascal Points</span> or <span class="lover">Lover Points.</span>
-<span class="rascal">Rascal points</span> are gained by actions of cunning, slyness, and deceitfulness. This could be something as minor as manipulating someone during a conversation, or something as serious as physically harming someone. Players who choose mainly to follow the <span class="rascal">Rascal route</span> will find themselves using blackmail, intimidation, and violence to achieve their goals and dominate other characters to bend them to their will.
-<span class="lover">Lover points</span> are gained by actions of love, caring, and sensitivity. Actions such as helping other characters with their problems, in order to gain their trust, will net the player <span class="lover">Lover points</span>. Players who choose mainly to follow the <span class="lover">Lover route</span> will use their charisma to achieve their goals; befriending and romancing other characters to gain their friendship or love.
Certain choices later in the game will only become available to you if you have a high enough <span class="rascal">Rascal</span> or <span class="lover">Lover</span> score, respectively..<<set $tutorial2=1>>
<<elseif $hint is 3>><span class="talia">''Relationships:''</span>
You've made progress in your relationship with another character. Interactions with other characters may raise either their <span class="love">Love Points</span> or their <span class="lust">Lust Points</span>
-<span class="love">Love points</span> represent how fond other characters are of you. <span class="love">Love points</span> will typically be gained from <span class="lover">Lover</span> actions.
-<span class="lust">Lust points</span> represent how much control you have over other characters and how much you can influence them to do things that go against their values. <span class="lust">Lust points</span> will typically be gained from <span class="rascal">Rascal</span> actions.<<set $tutorial3=1>>
<<elseif $hint is 4>><span class="talia">''Classes:''</span>
You can now choose a class which can earn you <span class="confidence">Confidence Point</span> and raised another character's <span class="loyalty">Loyalty Points.</span> It may also open different choices only availbale to that class.
Different classes will open different routes as you progress through the story, for example,
<span class="warrior">Warrior</span> - break down the door.
<span class="rogue">Rogue</span> - pick the lock.
You will be locked into the class you choose, so remember your choice and pick the same otherwise it will mess your story.<<set $tutorial4=1>>
<<elseif $hint is 5>><span class="talia">''Taking Notes:''</span>
Look for a <span class="note">//''bold blue italic link''//</span> somewhere in the middle of the passage and click it to add notes about this character to their Character Notes page, which can be accessed from the corresponding button on the sidebar. During the game, You can refer to these notes when making future decisions.<<set $tutorial5=1>>
<<elseif $hint is 6>><span class="talia">''Other Important Information:''</span>
You can check the <span class="love">Love</span>, <span class="lust">Lust</span>, and <span class="loyalty">Loyalty</span> of different characters by clicking the "Character Stats" button on the sidebar menu.
Lastly, if you would like to see the names of the actresses playing each character, you can visit The Cast by clicking the corresponding button on the side bar (SPOILER IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW ALL).<<set $tutorial6=1>>
<<elseif $hint is 7>><span class="ai">''Student Relationships:''</span>
Your relationships with students are different from your relationships with other, non-student characters. Student relationships are developed by either gaining or losing <span class="trust">Trust Points</span>, which represent how much a student trusts you; <span class="lust">Lust Points</span>, which represent how much a student is sexually attracted to you; and <span class="obedience">Obedience Points</span>, which represent how much power you hold over a student. Unlike in relationships with non-student characters, each of these types of points can be gained OR LOST, depending on your actions.
Students may start with certain amounts of different types of points when you first meet them. For example a goody-two-shoes type may already have some <span class="obedience">Obedience Points</span>, or the class slut may start with some <span class="lust">Lust Points</span>.
Students with a high enough <span class="trust">Trust Score</span>, and/or <span class="lust">Lust Score</span>, may let you initiate sexual acts with them, or they may initiate sexual acts with you. If they have a high enough <span class="obedience">Obedience Score</span>, you may be able to coerce, blackmail, or intimidate them into sexual acts.
You can view each student's scores from the Student Stats button on the sidebar.<<set $tutorial7=1>><<set $students=1>>
<<elseif $hint is 8>><span class="ai">''Class Discussions:''</span>
The format of dialogue will change during class discussions to make it easier for you to follow who's talking in a nine-person conversation. Character's dialogue will appear in custom dialogue boxes like these:
<<speech "Grace">>Hi, Professor!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Hello!<</speech>>
Your thoughts and inner monologue will appear like this:
<div class="thought">I think Grace is a sweet girl!</div>
And all narration will appear in regular text, just like in the rest of the story. Dialogue will only be presented like this during class discussions and other scenes where many people are speaking.<<set $tutorial8=1>>
<<elseif $hint is 9>><span class="ai">''Teaching Style:''</span>
Before each lesson, you will decide how you wish to conduct your class. Choosing different teaching styles will affect the relationship scores of your students. Additionally, during the discussion, you will be able to react in different ways to events unfolding in the class. These choices will not result in a unique scene like many of the other choices in the game, but they will elicit certain reactions from students, and may cause their <span class="trust">Trust</span>, <span class="lust">Lust</span>, or <span class="obedience">Obedience</span> scores to increase or decrease.<<set $tutorial9=1>>
<<elseif $hint is 10>><span class="ai">''Student Files:''</span>
You now have access to the personal files for all of the students in your class. You can view these files from the Student Files button on the sidebar. These will provide you with valuable information about students' personalities and backgrounds. This information can be used to help make decisions when interacting with your students.
Additionally, you will receive access to the student file of any student you choose to counsel during afternoon counseling hours, if they are not already in your class. It will be especially important to review these files, as you will naturally have less information about students you do not teach regularly.<<set $tutorial10=1>>
<<elseif $hint is 11>><span class="ai">''Class Discussion Reviews:''</span>
After Class Discussions, you will have a chance to go to your office and record any information you learned about your students in their Student Files. You, the player, will be asked to choose from a number memories. Some will be correct memories of what you learned in the discussion, while others will be things that you may be remembering incorrectly. Click on any links you think are correct to record that information in a student's file. Be careful though, any information you choose will be recorded in the student's file whether it is correct or incorrect. Incorrect information may lead you to make poor choices in the future.<<set $tutorial11=1>>
<<elseif $hint==12>><span class="ai">''Counseling Sessions:''</span>
During Counseling Sessions, a student will approach you, usually seeking advice about a problem. You will have the choice of different paths to take with her, based on your <span class="rascal">Rascal</span> or <span class="lover">Lover</span> scores, or a combination of both scores. If you wish, you may spend a <span class="confidence">Confidence Point</span> to unlock any of the choices as well.
During your conversation with the student, you will be asked to make a series of choices which will result in either Gain or Loss of the student's <span class="trust">Trust</span>, <span class="lust">Lust</span>, or <span class="obedience">Obedience</span> points. Reading the student's file ahead of time can give you some information that will help with these choices. Earning enough of any one of these points during the session will let you give the student your phone number. This will unlock an encounter when she calls you later in the game.
For the purpose of learning the new system, the first counseling session will be with a Guest Star character who is not part of the main storyline. Your choices here WILL NOT affect the main story. Future sessions with students who are in your class WILL affect the main story direction.<<set $tutorial12=1>>
<<else>>
<</if>>Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.<<nobr>>
<<bg details>>
<img src="images/intro/gtfo.jpg" alt="buddy christ telling you to GTFO" class="left">
<</nobr>>You heard Buddy Christ.
<<link "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" "Title Page">><</link>> <<nobr>><<set $contacts=3>>
<<bg apartment>>
<div class=".centered-video video"><video src="images/anne/annebed2.mp4" autoplay show controls></video></div>
<</nobr>>Anne leaned back, pulling you towards the bed. She reached back, and pulled the bow knot. The skimpy top went flying across the room, and you buried your face in her cleavage. Her breasts were small, but youthfully firm and perky, and her fragrant skin was satiny smooth. You found a knot on her right hip, tugged it loose, and pulled her skirt off. She wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Her wicked little smile widened.
<<link "CONTINUE" "moira cutaway 1">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $moira.met is true>>
<div class="center"><<button "Moira">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Moira");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("moira notes").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openCharacterNotes);
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<img src="images/avatars/moira.jpg" alt="moira avatar"><br>
<<else>>
You have not met any other characters yet.
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $talia.met is true>>
<div class="center"><<button "Queen Talia">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Queen Talia");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("talia notes").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openCharacterNotes);
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<img src="images/avatars/talia.jpg" alt="talia avatar"><br>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $ai.met is true>>
<div class="center"><<button "Ai">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Ai Chow");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("ai notes").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openCharacterNotes);
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<img src="images/avatars/ai.jpg" alt="ai avatar"><br>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $brianna.met is true>>
<div class="center"><<button "Brianna Benson">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Brianna Benson");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("brianna notes").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openCharacterNotes);
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<img src="images/avatars/brianna.jpg" alt="brianna avatar"><br>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $gloria.met is true>>
<div class="center"><<button "Gloria Long">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Gloria Long");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("gloria notes").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openCharacterNotes);
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<img src="images/avatars/gloria.jpg" alt="gloria avatar"><br>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $annie.met is true>>
<div class="center"><<button "Annie">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Annie");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("annie notes").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openCharacterNotes);
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<img src="images/avatars/annie.jpg" alt="annie avatar"><br>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $anne.met is true>>
<div class="center"><<button "Anne">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Anne");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("anne notes").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openCharacterNotes);
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<img src="images/avatars/anne.jpg" alt="anne avatar"><br>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $katie.met is true>>
<div class="center"><<button "Katie Reynolds">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Katie Reynolds");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("katie notes").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openCharacterNotes);
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<img src="images/avatars/katie.jpg" alt="katie avatar"><br>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $maria.met is true>>
<div class="center"><<button "Maria Diaz">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Maria Diaz");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("maria notes").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openCharacterNotes);
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<img src="images/avatars/maria.jpg" alt="maria avatar"><br>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $moira.met is true>>
<img src="images/notes/moira.jpg" alt="moira" class="leftnotes"><span class="ai">MOIRA:</span>
<<if $moira.note1 is 1>>
<br>
-She uses her body to get what she wants.
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $moira.note2 is 1>>
<br>
-Marshal Buck is her mentor.
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $talia.met is true>>
<img src="images/notes/talia.jpg" alt="talia" class="leftnotes"><span class="talia">TALIA:</span>
<<else>><</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $talia.note1 is 1>>-Dreams of being taken by a $you.fakefirstName and used as a slut.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $talia.note2 is 2>>- The queen yearns to be rough fucked.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $talia.note3 is 3>>- Is an exhibishionist.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $talia.note4 is 1>><br>-She is an excellent driver and knows the local roads well.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $talia.note14 is 1>><br>-She's a thrill-seeking adrenaline junkie.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $talia.note5 is 1>>-She is a reckless driver.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $talia.note6 is 1>>-She dresses slutty so guys will look at her.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $talia.note7 is 1>>-People often misinterpret her and that can cause her trouble.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $talia.note8 is 1>><br>-She likes to mess with people, but agreed not to mess with you.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $talia.note9 is 1>><br>-Her brain-to-mouth filter is broken and she sometimes unintentionally offends people.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $talia.note10 is 1>><br>-She'll do anything for a compliment.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $talia.note11 is 1>><br>-She gives people "massages" to earn money on the side.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $talia.note12 is 1>><br>-She has a custom room in her house that's just for fucking.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $talia.note13 is 1>><br>-She likes when guys idolize her and she's turned on by cum tributes.
<<else>><</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $ai.met is true>>
<img src="images/notes/ai.jpg" alt="ai" class="leftnotes"><span class="ai">AI CHOW:</span>
<<else>><</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $ai.note1 is 1>>- Is a little teasing minx.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $ai.note2 is 1>>- Finds danger a turn on.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $ai.note3 is 1>>-She cheated on her husband and estranged her family.<br>-She lost her previous job and is on thin ice with her new bosses.<<else>><</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $ai.note4 is 1>>-She is in a very fragile emotional state.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $ai.note5 is 1>>-She had sex with a younger guy to prove she's still attractive as she's getting older.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $ai.note6 is 1>>-She's probably into rough sex.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $ai.note7 is 1>>-She'll keep the peace with you as long as you are still of value to her.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $ai.note8 is 1>>-She's trying to seduce you.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $ai.note9 is 1>>-She's feeling self-conscious about getting older.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $ai.note10 is 1>><br>-It wasn't hard to extort her into submission.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $ai.note11 is 1>><br>-She lied about her age, saying she was 39 when she's actually $ai.age.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $ai.note12 is 1>><br>-She likes being submissive in sex.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $ai.note13 is 1>><br>-She's very lonely and very horny.<<else>><</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $brianna.met is true>>
<img src="images/notes/brianna.png" alt="brianna" class="leftnotes"><span class="ai">BRIANNA BENSON:</span>
<<else>><</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $brianna.note1 is 1>>-She prides herself on being friendly.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $brianna.note2 is 1>>-She works hard to stay in shape and is proud of her body.<<else>><</if>><</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $brianna.note3 is 1>><br>-She's probably into rough sex.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $brianna.note4 is 1>><br>-She's probably into having sex in public.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $brianna.note5 is 1>><br>-She likes being demeaned during sex.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $brianna.note6 is 1>><br>-She has incredible sexual stamina.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $brianna.note7 is 1>><br>-She's on birth control.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $brianna.note8 is 1>><br>-She has no problem getting naked in front of you.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $brianna.note9 is 1>><br>-You think she likes you.<<else>><</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $gloria.met is true>>
<img src="images/notes/gloria.png" alt="gloria" class="leftnotes"><span class="ai">GLORIA LONG:</span>
<<else>><</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $gloria.note1 is 1>>-She really hates being laughed at.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $gloria.note2 is 1>>-She is not prudish or easily embarrassed by nudity.<<else>><</if>><</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $gloria.note3 is 1>><br>-She is tough and will not be easily dominated.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $gloria.note4 is 1>><br>-She is impulsive and generally don't give a fuck.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $gloria.note5 is 1>>-She takes up a lot of space in a conversation.
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $gloria.note6==1>><br>-She is very sexually aggressive and dominating.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $gloria.note7==1>><br>-She likes to take control in sexual situations.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $gloria.note8==1>><br>-She admires your unabashed desire for her.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $gloria.note9==1>><br>-She likes teasing you and making you wait.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $gloria.note10==1>><br>-After insulting her the other day, you've now made peace.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $gloria.note11==1>><br>-Seems like she want's to take charge in romantic situations.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $gloria.note12==1>><br>-She's very sexually aggressive and likes toying with you.<<else>><</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $annie.met is true>>
<img src="images/notes/annie.png" alt="annie" class="leftnotes"><span class="ai">ANNIE MCGRATH:</span>
<<else>><</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $annie.note1 is 1>>-She might be a rape survivor.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $annie.note2 is 1>>-She seems like a wholesome girl.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $annie.note3 is 1>>-She seems very kind and caring.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $annie.note4 is 1>><br>-She seems to like your sense of humor.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $annie.note5==1>><br>-She seems to be terrified of everything.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $annie.note6==1>><br>-She's scared of men, but is trying to overcome her fear.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $annie.note7==1>><br>-She's turned off by aggressive advances.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $annie.note8==1>><br>-She's really into you despite her reservations about men.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $annie.note9==1>><br>-You've made peace with her despite your disastrous first meeting.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $annie.note10==1>><br>-She's attracted to shy guys and turned off by aggressive guys.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $annie.note11==1>><br>-She helped you get over your shyness; she really likes you.<<else>><</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $anne.met is true>>
<img src="images/notes/anne.jpg" alt="anne" class="leftnotes"><span class="ai">ANNE:</span>
<<else>><</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $anne.note1 is 1>>-Is impressed by your brute savagery.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $anne.note2 is 1>>-Loves how you handled the muggers.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $anne.note3 is 1>><br>- So she spends a lot of time at sea.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $anne.note4 is 1>><br>-Is an expert at sucking cock.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $anne.note5 is 1>><br>-Is part of the crew aboard the Sea Stallion.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $anne.note6==1>><br>-Fights with a sling.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $anne.note7==1>><br>-She is undeniably attracted to you.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $anne.note8==1>><br>-She let you extort her into sexual acts.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $anne.note9==1>><br>-She is secretly an exhibitionist.<<else>><</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $katie.met is true>>
<img src="images/notes/katie.png" alt="katie" class="leftnotes"><span class="ai">KATIE REYNOLDS:</span>
<<else>><</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $katie.note1 is 1>>-She's very argumentative.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $katie.note2 is 1>>-She has a quick wit and a good sense of humor.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $katie.note5 is 1>>-She has a good moral compass and attempts to right her wrongs.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $katie.note3 is 1>><br>-She has daddy issues and is aroused by punishment.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $katie.note4 is 1>><br>-She is very perceptive and good at deductive reasoning.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $katie.note6==1>><br>-She seems nicer than you thought she was when you first met her.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $katie.note7==1>><br>-She's deeply morally conflicted by her desire for sexual "Daddy" play.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $katie.note8==1>><br>-She's accepted and embraced her desire for sexual "Daddy" play.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $katie.note9==1>><br>-She's an expert sexual tease.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $katie.note10==1>><br>-She's turned on by the prospect of getting caught.<<else>><</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $maria.met is true>>
<img src="images/notes/maria.png" alt="maria" class="leftnotes"><span class="ai">MARIA DIAZ:</span>
<<else>><</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $maria.note1 is 1>>-She doesn't back down from a challenge.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $maria.note2 is 1>>-She tried to pursue and acting career, but has not been successful.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $maria.note5 is 1>>-She likes you but wants you to make the first move.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $maria.note3 is 1>><br>-She liked it when you kissed her roughly.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $maria.note4 is 1>><br>-She feels like she disappointed her mentors and peers when she quit acting.
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $maria.note6 is 1>><br>-She likes your cute dorkiness.
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $maria.note7 is 1>><br>-She remembered your name.
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $maria.note8 is 1>><br>-She's into BDSM, and she's a sub.
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $maria.note9 is 1>><br>-She's down for some Teacher/Student roleplay.
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $maria.note10 is 1>><br>-She has the best tits and ass you've ever seen.
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $maria.note11 is 1>><br>-She's quite proud of her tits.
<<else>><</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $mikayla.met is true>><<set $mikayla.file=1>>
<img src="images/files/mikayla.png" alt="mikayla" class="leftnotes"><span class="ai">''MIKAYLA MORRISON:''</span>
<br><span class="ai">''Criminal History:''</span> Felony Posession of a Controlled Substance with Intent to Sell -to wit- Amphetamine-Dextroamphetamine (more commonly known as Adderall). Miss Morrison was found to be in posession of a number of pills in excess of state felony limits. She admitted to distributing Adderall to individuals at her school. She pleaded No Contest to the charge and chose the option to attend Harrington.
<br>
<span class="ai">''Additional Information:''</span> Mikayla Morrison is the daughter of Bertrand and Cynthia Morrison. Bertrand Morrison is a US Senator, Cynthia Morrison is the CEO of Politiscope Media International, a global political media conglomerate.
<<else>><br>
<</if>><br><span class="ai">Class Discussion Notes:</span>
<<if $mikayla.mem1 is 1>><br>-Mikayla has a boyfriend.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $mikayla.mem2 is 1>><br>-Mikayla is a virgin.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $mikayla.mem3 is 1>><br>-Mikayla was set to be Valedictorian at her last school.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $mikayla.mem4 is 1>><br>-Mikayla is a lesbian.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $mikayla.mem5==1>><br>-Mikayla hates her parents.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $mikayla.mem6==1>><br>-Mikayla really loves her boyfriend Geoffry<<else>><</if>>
<<if $mikayla.mem7==1>><br>-Mikayla hates her parents.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $mikayla.mem8==1>><br>-Mikayla is always happy.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $mikayla.mem9==1>><br>-Mikayla is afraid she's with the wrong guy.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $mikayla.mem10==1>><br>-Mikayla has a recurring sex dream.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $mikayla.mem11==1>><br>-Mikayla thinks pornstars will eventually regret having been pornstars.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $mikayla.mem12==1>><br>-Mikayla is addicted to porn.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $mikayla.mem13==1>><br>-Mikayla had sex with a girl.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $mikayla.mem14==1>><br>-Mikayla's boyfriend Geoffry had sex with a guy.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $mikayla.mem15==1>><br>-Mikayla had sex with a girl.<<else>><</if>>
<<if $mikayla.mem16==1>><br>-Mikayla's boyfriend Geoffry is secretly gay.<<else>><</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<set $files=0>>
<<if $ai.intro is 1>><<set $ai.name='Ai'>>
<<elseif $ai.intro is 3>><<set $ai.name='Ai'>>
<<else>><<set $ai.name='Ai'>>
<</if>>
<<set $talia.call21=0>>
<<set $talia.text21=0>>
<<set $talia.call22=0>>
<<set $talia.text22=0>>
<<set $ai.call21=0>>
<<set $ai.text21=0>>
<<set $ai.call22=0>>
<<set $ai.text22=0>>
<<set $brianna.call21=0>>
<<set $brianna.text21=0>>
<<set $brianna.call22=0>>
<<set $brianna.text22=0>>
<<set $gloria.call21=0>>
<<set $gloria.text21=0>>
<<set $gloria.call22=0>>
<<set $gloria.text22=0>>
<<set $annie.call21=0>>
<<set $annie.text21=0>>
<<set $annie.call22=0>>
<<set $annie.text22=0>>
<<set $katie.call21=0>>
<<set $katie.text21=0>>
<<set $katie.call22=0>>
<<set $katie.text22=0>>
<<set $maria.call21=0>>
<<set $maria.text21=0>>
<<set $maria.call22=0>>
<<set $maria.text22=0>>
<<set $mikayla={
lust: 0,
trust: 1,
obedience: 1,
met: false,
age: 19,
file: 0,
mem1: 0,
mem2: 0,
mem3: 0,
}>>
<<set $grace={
lust: 0,
trust: 1,
obedience: 2,
met: false,
age: 19,
file: 0,
mem1: 0,
mem2: 0,
mem3: 0,
}>>
<<set $alyssa={
lust: 1,
trust: 0,
obedience: 0,
met: false,
age: 19,
file: 0,
mem1: 0,
mem2: 0,
mem3: 0,
}>>
<<set $kaylee={
lust: 1,
trust: 1,
obedience: 0,
met: false,
age: 18,
file: 0,
mem1: 0,
mem2: 0,
mem3: 0,
}>>
<<set $olivia={
lust: 1,
trust: 0,
obedience: 0,
met: false,
age: 19,
file: 0,
mem1: 0,
mem2: 0,
mem3: 0,
}>>
<<set $wu={
trust: 0,
obedience: 0,
met: false,
age: 45,
file: 0,
mem1: 0,
mem2: 0,
mem3: 0,
}>>
<<set $lauren={
lust: 1,
trust: 1,
obedience: 1,
met: false,
age: 18,
file: 0,
mem1: 0,
mem2: 0,
mem3: 0,
}>>
<<set $sophia={
lust: 0,
trust: 0,
obedience: 0,
met: false,
age: 19,
file: 0,
mem1: 0,
mem2: 0,
mem3: 0,
}>>
<<set $pyotr={
lust: 1,
trust: 1,
obedience: 0,
met: false,
age: 18,
counsel: 0,
c1: 0,
c2: 0,
c3: 0,
}>>
<<bg details>>
<div class="centered-image"><img src="images/anne/annebed4.gif" alt="chapter 2 collage"></div>
<</nobr>>Pressing your mouth to her pussy, you kissed, licked and sucked. Anne gasped, stiffened, and then bowed her back.
Her long, delicate fingers combed through your hair, before grabbing hold. She ground herself into your mouth, as you ate her sweet pussy.
Anne begged in a hoarse whisper.
<<speech "Anne">>Please don't stop. Please. Just. Like...<</speech>>
Then her breathe caught and she trembled violently. Her hands tightened in your hair, holding her pussy to your hungry mouth.
Even before her orgasm subsided, you crawled back up her body and flipped her back over. Anne wrapped a hand around your cock and started stroking when you reached her lips.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-1a">><</link>><<nobr>><<set $day=21>><<set $contacts=0>>
<<bg apartment>>
<div class=".centered-video video"><video src="images/anne/annebed4.webm" autoplay show controls></video></div>
<</nobr>>Anne works her way down your body until you can feel her warm breath on your rock hard cock. She plays with it gently before wrapping her small fingers around your shaft, stroking your thick cock. She doesn't hesitate, taking you deep in her warm, wet mouth.
You look down at Anne blowing you. <<nobr>><<link "''//She sucks your cock with skill and focus.//''">><<set $anne.note4=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Anne Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("anne notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>> Taking your cock with long, wet strokes of her mouth, cradling your balls with her hand as she does.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-1b">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg details>>
<div class="credits">**Whale_Shark**</div>
<br><div class = "caption">
<<button "Whale_Shark">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Thank you.", "specialthanks26");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("jan schneider").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openCredits);
<</script>>
<</button>><br>
</div>
<div class="credits">**Special Thanks**</div>
<div class = "caption"> <br>
<<button "">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Thank you!", "specialthanks44");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("odd").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openCredits);
<</script>>
<</button>><br>
</div><br>
<span class="ai">
<br>-
<div class="credits">**Hustlers**</div>
<br>
</span>
<br>
<br><a href="https://www.subscribestar.adult/critical_gaming" target="_blank">Want Your Name Here Too?</a>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<bg details>>
<img src="images/ui/whale_shark.jpg" alt="Katie in office" class="center">
<br>Who is <span class="ai">Whale_Shark?</span> An awesome content ctreator, that's who. He created Confidence Man, which I tried to use the point system from, but his game much more refined. And his choice system in games is one of the best I've played. Please check out his Patron at https://www.patreon.com/whaleshark"
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<bg details>>
<div class="centered-video"><video src="images/credits/deewilliams.mp4" autoplay ></video></div>
<br>Who is <span class="ai">ISAIAH?</span> Why my second Patron, that's who! One of the founding, first-five, tier 3 patrons! A true Con Man! So in honor of Isaiah, any of you deviants curious enough to look at the credits gets to watch Dee Williams, MILF extraordinaire, taking BBC up the pooper. Everyone say, "THANK YOU, ISAIAH!"
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<bg details>>
<div class="centered-video"><video src="images/credits/autumnfalls.mp4" autoplay></video></div>
<br>Who is <span class="ai">O</span> "
<</nobr>><<if $mikayla.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/mikayla.jpg" alt="Mikayla." class="left"><span class="mikayla">MIKAYLA:</span>
<span class="trust">Trust: <<print $mikayla.trust>></span>
<span class="lust">Lust: <<print $mikayla.lust>></span>
<span class="obedience">Obedience: <<print $mikayla.obedience>></span>
<<else>>You have not met any students yet. Once you do, their stats will show here.
<</if>>
<<if $ai.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/grace.jpg" alt="grace." class="left"><span class="grace">GRACE:</span>
<span class="trust">Trust: <<print $grace.trust>></span>
<span class="lust">Lust: <<print $grace.lust>></span>
<span class="obedience">Obedience: <<print $grace.obedience>></span>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $alyssa.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/alyssa.jpg" alt="alyssa." class="left"><span class="alyssa">ALYSSA:</span>
<span class="trust">Trust: <<print $alyssa.trust>></span>
<span class="lust">Lust: <<print $alyssa.lust>></span>
<span class="obedience">Obedience: <<print $alyssa.obedience>></span>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $kaylee.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/kaylee.jpg" alt="kaylee." class="left"><span class="kaylee">KAYLEE:</span>
<span class="trust">Trust: <<print $kaylee.trust>></span>
<span class="lust">Lust: <<print $kaylee.lust>></span>
<span class="obedience">Obedience: <<print $kaylee.obedience>></span>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $olivia.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/olivia.jpg" alt="olivia." class="left"><span class="olivia">OLIVIA:</span>
<span class="trust">Trust: <<print $olivia.trust>></span>
<span class="lust">Lust: <<print $olivia.lust>></span>
<span class="obedience">Obedience: <<print $olivia.obedience>></span>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $wu.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/wu.jpg" alt="wu." class="left"><span class="wu">WU:</span>
<span class="trust">Trust: <<print $wu.trust>></span>
<span class="lust">Lust: <<print $wu.lust>></span>
<span class="obedience">Obedience: <<print $wu.obedience>></span>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $lauren.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/lauren.jpg" alt="lauren." class="left"><span class="lauren">LAUREN:</span>
<span class="trust">Trust: <<print $lauren.trust>></span>
<span class="lust">Lust: <<print $lauren.lust>></span>
<span class="obedience">Obedience: <<print $lauren.obedience>></span>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $sophia.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/sophia.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"><span class="sophia">SOPHIA:</span>
<span class="trust">Trust: <<print $sophia.trust>></span>
<span class="lust">Lust: <<print $sophia.lust>></span>
<span class="obedience">Obedience: <<print $sophia.obedience>></span>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $pyotr.met is true>><img src="images/avatars/pyotr.jpg" alt="pyotr" class="left"><span class="pyotr">PYOTR:</span>
<span class="trust">Trust: <<print $pyotr.trust>></span>
<span class="lust">Lust: <<print $pyotr.lust>></span>
<span class="obedience">Obedience: <<print $pyotr.obedience>></span>
<<else>>
<</if>><<nobr>>
<div class="credits">Your Class</div>
<br><<if $ai.met is true>>
<div class="center"><<button "Ai Chow">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Ai Chowquot;);
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("ai file").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openStudentFiles);
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<img src="images/avatars/ai.jpg" alt="ai avatar"><br>
<<else>>
You have not met any other characters yet.
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $w.met is true>>
<div class="center"><<button "W Chow">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("W Chow");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("wu file").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openStudentFiles);
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<img src="images/avatars/w.jpg" alt="w avatar"><br>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $tessa.met is true>>
<div class="center"><<button "Tessa">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Tessa");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("tessa file").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openStudentFiles);
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<img src="images/avatars/tessa.jpg" alt="tessa avatar"><br>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $kaaki.met is true>>
<div class="center"><<button "Kaaki">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Kaaki");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kaylee file").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openStudentFiles);
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<img src="images/avatars/kaaki.jpg" alt="kaaki avatar"><br>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $olivia.met is true>>
<div class="center"><<button "Olivia Stowe">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Olivia Stowe");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("olivia file").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openStudentFiles);
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<img src="images/avatars/olivia.jpg" alt="olivia avatar"><br>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $wu.met is true>>
<div class="center"><<button "Wu Chow">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Wu Chow");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("wu file").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openStudentFiles);
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<img src="images/avatars/wu.jpg" alt="wu avatar"><br>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $lauren.met is true>>
<div class="center"><<button "Lauren White">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Lauren White");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("lauren file").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openStudentFiles);
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<img src="images/avatars/lauren.jpg" alt="lauren avatar"><br>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<if $sophia.met is true>>
<div class="center"><<button "Sophia Perla">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Sophia Perla");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("sophia file").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openStudentFiles);
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<img src="images/avatars/sophia.jpg" alt="sophia avatar"><br>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>>
<div class="credits">Counseling Students</div>
<<nobr>>
<<if $pyotr.met is true>>
<div class="center"><<button "Bellinda Song">>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Pyotr Song");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("pyotr file").processText());
Dialog.open(null, setup.openStudentFiles);
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<img src="images/avatars/pyotr.jpg" alt="pyotr avatar"><br>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/anne/blow2.jpg" alt="a bus" class="center">
<</nobr>>You put your hand on the back of her head and gently guide her movements, looking down at her while you do so. She keeps sucking on your cock. Closing your eyes.
<<speech "You">>Yeah baby! Keep going!<</speech>>
<img src="images/anne/blow3.jpg" alt="the admin building" class="center">
She giggles and puts her mouth back on your cock. You feel her slurping and sucking even more than before. You fuck her tiny mouth. In and out you thrust your cock deep and she takes every last inch of it.
She focuses on your cock for a few more minutes, then, as if sensing you're about to cum (which you nearly are) she stops.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-1c">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<div class=".centered-video video"><video src="images/anne/annebed5.webm" autoplay show controls></video></div>
<</nobr>>Pushing her on her back, you waste no time in straddling her pretty, young face.
She puts your balls in her mouth and starts to suck them. Your boner is draped across her pretty face as she tongues your balls and giggles. It tickles and sends waves of pleasure through your whole body.
Stroking your cock, while she greedily sucks your balls. You tap her on the forehead with the tip of your cock.
<<speech "You">>Ready to get fucked.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class4">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/anne/doggy.jpg" alt="the admin building" class="center">
She giggles and turns to show you her little ass. She hops up on all fours and sticks it out at you.
You crawl over and position behind her. Grabbing your cock, you tease her entrance with the tip. You rub the head along her lips a few times before you guided it in. You'd never seen a woman so aroused, so eager.
@@color:grey; //"Only in a dream."//@@
You thrust in hard, felt resistance, and then she opened up for you. Your cock slid into her hot, tight pussy. she gasped, a thrill rippling through her.
<<link "Fuck her" "monday 2-class4">><</link>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class=".centered-video video"><video src="images/anne/annebed6.webm" autoplay show controls></video></div>
<br>
You look over the room and see young women sitting in various desks. Some of them look up and smile at you as you enter, two of them look up and scowl, while two others sitting in the back just ignore you. $ai.name leaves a class roster on the desk and then heads out the door, leaving you to your business.
Well, you think, <<link "time to start class." "monday 2-class2">><</link>>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfaces.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<br>
You are about to walk up to the chalkboard and write your name, to get things started, when you remember the lesson plan you sketched out yesterday morning. <<if $lesson1 is 1>>You decided to force everyone to stand up in front of the class and talk about their sexual histories.<<elseif $lesson1 is 2>>You decided to ask everyone what they wanted to get out of the class.<<else>><</if>> You need to think hard about which way you want to go here, because how you conduct your class will affect how your students relate to you. <<link "You take one last chance to think about it." "monday 2-class3">><<set $hint=9>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Hint: Teaching Style");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Hints").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfaces.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<</nobr>>
How do you want to conduct the class? You could <<link "force everyone to stand up in front of the class and talk about their sexual histories" "monday 2-class4">><<set $lesson1=1>><</link>>, or <<link "ask everyone what they want to get out of the class." "monday 2-class4">><<set $lesson1=2>><</link>>
<span class="talia">**BE SURE TO SAVE HERE IF YOU WANT TO COME BACK AND TRY THE OTHER ROUTE**</SPAN><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/anne/doggy.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<</nobr>>
She giggles and turns to show you her little ass. She hops up on all fours and sticks it out at you.
You crawl over and position behind her. Grabbing your cock, you tease her entrance with the tip. You rub the head along her lips a few times before you guided it in. You'd never seen a woman so aroused, so eager.
@@color:grey; //"Only in a dream."//@@
You thrust in hard, felt resistance, and then she opened up for you. Your cock slid into her hot, tight pussy. she gasped, a thrill rippling through her.
<<link "Fuck her" "monday 2-class5">><<set $class121=1>><</link>>, <<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class=".centered-video video"><video src="images/anne/annebed6.webm" autoplay show controls></video></div>
<</nobr>>
<<speech "Anne">>Uggh! Oooh, so wonderful.<</speech>>
You thrust into her, watching her face. Pure bliss spread across her features. Soon, she was gasping and crying out with every thrust.
Grabbing her hips you pound away at her soaking-wet pussy.
<<speech "Anne">>Break me, $you.firstName! Break my fucking pussy!<</speech>>
<<link "Flip her over" "monday 2-class6">><<set $class122=1>><</link>>
<<if $class122 is 1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<</nobr>><div class=".centered-video video"><video src="images/anne/annebed7.webm" autoplay show controls></video></div>
You flip her over so she can look at you while you destroy her pussy. She moans and smiles up at you while you jackhammer your cock into her wet, tight cunt. Her vagina clamps down on you and quivers around your cock.
She moans and screams in passion. She grips the bedsheets as another orgasm rips through her body.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class7">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $lesson1 is 1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<</nobr>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I'll go!<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class8">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson1 is 2>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class=".centered-video video"><video src="images/anne/annebed8.webm" autoplay show controls></video></div>
<</nobr>>You become frantic, pounding her as hard as you can. Almost there.
Pulling out, Anne grabs your cock and jerks you furiously.
<<speech "You">>Are you ready for your Master's cum?<</speech>>
She bites her lip and nods, her breathing becoming heavier.
Your back bows as your body erupted with insane pleasure. Big, thick ropes of cum begin painting Anne's tight, young body.
Anne sighed contentedly, and you collasped on top of her.
<<speech "You">>Holy crap. That was amazing.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class8">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<if $lesson1 is 1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<</nobr>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssastory.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Well...I have had sex a lot.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class9">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson1 is 2>>
<<nobr>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/anne/cumshot.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
<<bg classroom>>
<</nobr>>Still hot and sweaty the realization hit. @@color:grey; //"I didn't wake up."//@@
You rolled to the side and sat up. You'd never slept through a wet dream. Was that even possible? Nobody could stay asleep when they climax. It was too intense. Hell, you'd just had the most intense sex of your life.
<<speech "You">>I'm still here.<</speech>>
Looking round as you panted.
<<speech "Anne">>Of course you are, my $you.fakefirstName lover.<</speech>>
Anne purred, digging long nails into your back.
You looked around, felt the daytime heat and the sweat on your skin. The hot sweaty slickness between you and Anne had been especially nice, as was the tingling still in your loins. Her sweet scent filled your nostrils, and fired your libido.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class9">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $lesson1 is 1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<</nobr>><<speech "You">>OK! I feel like we're all starting to get more comfortable here. Who's next?<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenmeet.jpg" alt="lauren"></div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Oh you poor girl.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class10">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson1 is 2>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<</nobr>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/scenery/sunwindow.jpg" alt="lauren"></div>
Everything was exquisitely real. Way too real to be a dream. Did you dream in color? Everything around you was in vivid color, and the smells... Okay, the stench of co-mingled cooking meat, bread, and human waste all but assaulted you.
If it was a dream, then it was the most epic ever.
<<speech "Anne">>You need a shave. I can take care of it.<</speech>>
Shave? But then she stood up, towering over you. You looked up, and forgot everything else as you stared up at her from that angle.
Anne winked with a knowing smile, before walking over to a shelf. She picked up a ceramic bowl and jug, and then picked up a sheathed curved knife.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class10">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<if $lesson1 is 1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<</nobr>><<speech "You">>OK! Thanks Lauren. Who's going next? Sophia? You wanna give it a go<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class11">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson1 is 2>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="center"><img src="images/scenery/greekjug.jpg" alt="wu"></div>
<</nobr>>
<<speech "Anne">>Just lay back and relax.<</speech>>
She said straddling your waist again. Yeah, a naked chick straddling you wasn't distracting.
<<speech "You">>Do you have a razor? I don't think a knife will do the job.<</speech>>
She looked at you like you were crazy, turned and began filling the bowl with water from the jug. You noted the jug and bowl were decorated in a design you considered ancient Greek. The two ceramic pieces were a dark orange, with a naked man. Yeah, the people in your dream weren't big on wearing clothes.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class11">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $lesson1 is 1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<</nobr>><<speech "You">>Jasmine. You're next.<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/wu/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="wu"></div>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Well...I've had sex with four different guys. One of them was my boyfriend, I guess. We never really figured that out, but we were only having sex with each other, and no one else.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class12">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson1 is 2>><<nobr>>
<<bg clas<div classroom>><</nobr>>
<div class="center-vid"><video src="images/me/shave.mp4" autoplay video controls muted show controls ></video></div>She dipped a small brush into the water, before swirling it around. That caused white lather to rise up within, which she quickly slathered over your face. And then she unsheathed the black-handled knife. From this close up, it looked like an axe, rather than a simple blade.
<<speech "You">>Is that knife sharp enough?<</speech>>
You envisioned being left a bloody mess. She gave you a foul look and pinched your nose closed, jerked your face aside, and slowly dragged the edge of the blade across your cheek. She slowly, carefully shaved that side of your face. To distract yourself, and not freak out, you reached up to fondle her dangling boobs. A tiny smile spread across her face. She gasped and pulled the knife away when you mischievously pinched a nipple.
<<speech "Anne">>Don't blame me if you get nicked. But I do rather like it rough.<</speech>>
You became rock hard instantly.
<<speech "You">>Can you shave me while we...<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>No. Behave. I'll let you do anything you want after I'm finished.<</speech>>
The way she said @@color:white; //"anything"//@@ melted your brain. Such a wicked looked filled her eyes, too. But Anne quickly finished shaving the left side of your face.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-class12">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $lesson1 is 1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<</nobr>>
Your students seem to be getting along rather well. With the way this class discussion started, you were sure you'd have to lay down the law with them, and force them to talk about their deepest
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-classend">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson1 is 2>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="center-vid"><video src="images/me/shave.mp4" autoplay video controls muted show controls ></video></div>
<</nobr>>She pressed a finger to your nose, forcing you to turn the other side of your face up. Anne gave you a sultry smile and started all over again on the right side. In no time, Anne shaved you clean.
<<speech "Anne">>There. You look beautiful.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>So this world's barbers are all beautiful women?<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>This world? You say the oddest things, $you.fakefirstName. Most Sybari people can't afford to shave.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Sybari? Is this the city of Sybari?<</speech>>
Anne's jaw dropped.
<<speech "Anne">>How can you not know what land and city you are in?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I'm just a lowly $you.fakefirstName<</speech>>
Anne rolled her eyes.
<<speech "Anne">>This is the city-state of Kandos, in the Sybaro Lands. I'm from a village north of the city, so I'm a Sybarite and Kandosian citizen.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-classend">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<if $lesson1 is 1>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<</nobr>>
As you wrap up class, and the girls get ready to leave the classroom, you can see a definite shift in all of their demeanors. Mikayla and Grace put on their big, happy smiles, Olivia packs up her feminist books and puts her "fuck off" face back on. Jasmine, Lauren, and Sophia seem to shrink back into themselves. Alyssa and Kaylee seem to go right back into gossipy bitch mode.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-break">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson1 is 2>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/scenery/kandanos.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<</nobr>>She explained that the city of Kandos ruled over the lands immediately surrounding it. Basically, every village that provided food to Kandos was part of their city-state kingdom. As a village-born citizen Anne had certain rights, but a city-citizen had even more rights.
Your stomach chose that moment to grumble and growl.
<<speech "Anne">>Shall we go get something to eat? Before you pay me for that wonderful shave?<</speech>>
The look she cast down upon you left you with no doubt how she desired to be rewarded for her efforts. You wanted to explore what she considered rough sex, but your empty belly was distracting.
<<speech "You">>Only if you promise to show me around a little, and explain to a simple $you.fakefirstName how this wonderful world of civilization works.<</speech>>
We quickly dressed and headed out.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-break">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/scenery/streets1.jpg" alt="ai" class="center">
<</nobr>>She led the way out onto the crowded streets of the Shopping Quarter. As we moved through the streets, jostled by the crowd, you looked all around in wide-eyed wonder. It proved a much more interesting place than you realized earlier.
She pointed off in the distance. Two ships with billowing sails were approaching the city.
<<speech "Anne">>The wind might drive them forward, but it takes a navigator to know where the winds taking them.<</speech>>
You stared at the ships, and then looked at her.
<<speech "You">>That is the most awesome thing I've ever heard.<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>Only a $you.fakefirstName could be impressed by that.<</speech>>
You pulled her in tight and kissed her.
<<speech "You">>I'm even more impressed by you, my sexy little navigator.<</speech>>
And then you started kissing her neck. She squealed with delight and wiggled free.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-break1">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg youroffice>>
<img src="images/scenery/streets2.jpg" alt="computer screen" class="center">
<</nobr>>
<<speech "Anne">>Buy me a sausage, and I might give you an extra special reward.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Deal.<</speech>>
Your shiny new $you.fakefirstName persona came with a leather purse with a few bronze coins. You were careful to keep the silver and gold bangle inside out of site while fishing out a few coins. Anne gave your purse a mercenary look. Yeah, the outline of the bangle was pretty obvious.
<<speech "You">>Is this enough?<</speech>>
Anne plucked three of the five coins from your hand, and handed them to the street vendor. The tall, skinny vendor game your remaining two coins a covetous look, but quickly turned to wrap sausages in a thick tortilla like bread.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-break4">><</link>>
<<nobr>><<if $grace.met is true>><<set $grace.file=1>>
<img src="images/files/grace.png" alt="grace" class="leftnotes"><span class="ai">''GRACE LOVEJOY:''</span>
<br><span class="ai">''Criminal History:''</span> None.
<<else>><br>
<</if>><br><span class="ai">Class Discussion Notes:</span>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $alyssa.met is true>><<set $alyssa.file=1>>
<img src="images/files/alyssa.png" alt="alyssa" class="leftnotes"><span class="ai">''ALYSSA STEVENS:''</span>
<br><span class="ai">''Criminal History:''</span> Underage Possession and Consumption of Alcohol, Contributing to the Delinquency of a Minor, Felony
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $kaylee.met is true>><<set $kaylee.file=1>>
<img src="images/files/kaylee.png" alt="kaylee" class="leftnotes"><span class="ai">''KAYLEE WEST:''</span>
<br><span class="ai">''Criminal History:''</span>
<br>
<span class="ai">''Additional Information:''</span> Kaylee West has 1.2 million Instantgrum followers and over 2,500 JustFans subscribers.
<<else>><br>
<</if>><br><span class="ai">Class Discussion Notes:</span>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $olivia.met is true>><<set $olivia.file=1>>
<img src="images/files/olivia.png" alt="olivia" class="leftnotes"><span class="ai">''OLIVIA STOWE:''</span>
<br><span class="ai">''Criminal History:''</span>
<<else>><br>
<</if>><br><span class="ai">Class Discussion Notes:</span>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<img src="images/files/wu.png" alt="wu" class="leftnotes"><span class="ai">''JASMINE JACOBS:''</span>
<br><span class="ai">''Criminal History:''</span>
<br>
<span class="ai">''Additional Information:''</span>
<<else>><br>
<</if>><br><span class="ai">Class Discussion Notes:</span>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $lauren.met is true>><<set $lauren.file=1>>
<img src="images/files/lauren.png" alt="lauren" class="leftnotes"><span class="ai">''LAUREN WHITE:''</span>
<br><span class="ai">''Criminal History:''</span> Felony Possession of a Controlled Substance -to wit- Cannabis, Felony Operating a Motor Vehicle Under
<br>
<span class="ai">''Additional Information:''</span>
<<else>><br>
<</if>><br><span class="ai">Class Discussion Notes:</span>
<</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $sophia.met is true>><<set $sophia.file=1>>
<img src="images/files/sophia.png" alt="sophia" class="leftnotes"><span class="ai">''SOPHIA PERLA:''</span>
<br><span class="ai">''Criminal History:''</span>
<br>
<span class="ai">''Additional Information:''</span> Sophia Perla was on the Distiguished Honor Roll at her school which was reserved for the top 10 students.
<<else>><br>
<</if>><br><span class="ai">Class Discussion Notes:</span>
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<bg youroffice>>
<img src="images/scenery/foodvendor.webp" alt="computer screen" class="left">@@color:cyan; //"Is this a gyro?"//@@
<<link "Continue" "monday 2-break3">><</link>>
<</nobr>><<if $lesson1 is 1>><<nobr>>
<<bg youroffice>>
<div class="centered50"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div>
<br>
[[CONTINUE|monday 2-break4]]<</nobr>>
<<elseif $lesson1 is 2>><<nobr>>
<<bg youroffice>>
<div class="centered50"><img src="images/scenery/streetvendor.webp" alt="mikayla"></div>
<br>
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-break4">><</link>>
<</nobr>><<else>><</if>><<nobr>><<set $contacts=1>>
<<bg youroffice>>
<img src="images/scenery/foodvendor.webp" alt="computer screen" class="center">
<</nobr>>
<<speech "You">>Is this a gyro?<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>No. That's different. Do you want a gyro instead?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>What? And miss watching you eat that sausage?<</speech>>
The vendor did a double-take, and her jaw dropped. You saw a bit of pink spread across her face as ahe rolled her eyes. But then, she took her sausage out of the bread wrap, and slowly sucked it all the way down and swallowed it whole. Then she winked at you.
<<speech "Anne">>You're going to have a very long, enjoyable night, $you.firstName.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-break5">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg details>>
<br>Who is <span class="ai">Дмитрий Мазурок?</span> One of the founding, first-five, tier 3 patrons! A true Con Man! So in honor of Дмитрий Мазурок, any of you creepers curious enough to look at the credits gets to watch Eva Long, doggy style, taking it up the ass. Everyone say, "THANK YOU, Дмитрий Мазурок!"
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<bg details>>
<br>Who is <span class="ai">LUKE MOFFORD?</span> One of the founding, first-five, tier 3 patrons! A true Con Man! So in honor of Luke Mofford, any of you sleazy bastards curious enough to look at the credits gets to watch Lena Paul, wet and slippery, getting dicked down in the tub. Everyone say, "THANK YOU, LUKE MOFFORD!"
<</nobr>>
<<set $contacts=0>><<nobr>>
<div class=".centered-video video"><video src="images/me/seastallion.webm" autoplay show controls></video></div>
<</nobr>>The ship's hull was painted red, with gold trim. The sails were a magnificent white..
<<speech "You">>Is that a...<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>Galleon. one hundred feet long, she has three masts. Her name is the Sea Stallion.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Have you sailed on her before?<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>I have. Her captain paid for my freedom.<<nobr>><<link "''// I owe her my service and loyalty.//''">><<set $anne.note5=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Anne Notes");
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Dialog.open();
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<</nobr>><</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-brianna1b">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg gymlobby>>
<</nobr>>Y
You approach the receptionist; she's clearly a student. <<you "One of the toilets in there is clogged and it won't stop flushing! There's a flood in there!">> She leaps up and runs into the men's room to survey the scene. Now's your chance. <<link "You head into the women's room to look for Brianna." "monday 2-brianna1a1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg gym>>
<img src="images/scenery/view.jpg" alt="gym" class="center">
<</nobr>>A cold lump forms in your belly.
<<speech "You">>You're leaving now, aren't you?<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>Yes. Sea Stallion is here to pick me up. I probably won't be back for many years, if at all. It's going to be a long, dark voyage.<</speech>>
That soured your mood. You barely knew her, but she'd gotten under your skin already. She gave every indication she wasn't happy about leaving you, either. Still, it was only a dream, so how long could our relationship last.
@@color:grey; //"Well, probably a dream. I mean, what else could it be."//@@ The fact you hadn't woken up after our amazing sex still concerned you.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-brianna1b1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg studio>>
<</nobr>>You really want to spice things up with Brianna here, but you're a little nervous and not sure how she'd react. Then you think back to yesterday. She's a pretty horny girl.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-brianna1d1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg studio>>
<</nobr>>You want to make Brianna into your private model. After all, she seems to really like showing off her body, and you're happy to tell her exactly how you want her to do it. <<you "Brianna, put your phone away. You're going to be my private model. Up for a little dress up?">> you ask as you gesture to the clothing rack. She looks at you with excitement and arousal in her eyes and giggles.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-brianna1c1">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<</nobr>>You and Brianna run all the way back out the side door of the building. Your heart is racing from the sexual energy and the adrenaline rush of nearly getting caught.
<<you "Lead the fucking way, Brianna!">> you say. She squeals with delight and you both <<link "run around to the back of the building where her car is parked." "monday 2-brianna1d2">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<</nobr>>The car is parked in the back of the building, hidden mostly from view. Anyone on the street won't be able to see what's going on, but if anyone happens to come back here, they'll totally catch the two of you. That's what makes it so fucking HOT!
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-breakend">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/intro/admin.jpg" alt="admin building" class="left">
<</nobr>><<The joy left her face. My breath caught. What did I say what was so wrong? Then I noticed she was glaring at something or someone behind me.
Turning, my eyes locked on the spot where the crowd was quickly falling back from, bowing all the way. <<link "CONTINUE" "chapter 1.1end">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/talia/queen6.jpg" alt="building" class="center">
<</nobr>>The joy left her face. Your breath caught. What did you say so wrong? Then you noticed she was glaring at something or someone behind you.
Turning, your eyes locked on the spot where the crowd was quickly falling back from, bowing all the way.
Queen Talia emerged from the crowd, strutting in her near naked glory in the middle of a contingent of heavily armed and very angry looking guards. All twelve marched with spears presented to drive back the crowd. Talia glanced left and right, a smug little smile on her face. Yet, your eyes continued returning to her jostling boobs.
@@color:grey; //"My god, that woman has the most amazing body! And for a queen, she certainly has her super model strut down. I've never even seen a stripper put more oomph in her strut."//@@
The Kandosian queen had changed since we last met. She wore an elaborate silver chest piece and silver choker. Silver gladiator boots protected her feet.
<<speech "You">>She has a nice sassy strut. But she's all trouble. I know.<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>Queen Talia is a beautiful viper.<</speech>>
More than an hint of animosity in her voice. Her eyes narrowed even further.
<<speech "Anne">>I don't like her, or any member of the Royal House. They frequently conduct sweeps through the Quarters and take any teen women they find into, um, royal servitude.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You?<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>No, but I've lost a few friends. I heard the princess is supposed to be very beautiful, although no one as ever seen her. Oh, that's interesting.<</speech>>
<<link "Keep looking" "monday 2-lunch">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg studio>>
<</nobr>>You think you've taken enough pictures of her with this particular outfit. Time to switch it up. This one was slutty, but what would Brianna look like in something professional. You've never seen her dressed up in something like that. <<you "Brianna, time for a little roleplay.">> you say. She smiles wide. <<you "I think I saw a red suit and skirt outfit over there. I want you to look very professional.">> you tell her.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-brianna1c2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<</nobr>>You both run out the side door of the building, Brianna still in her reporter outfit. You both hide in a little grove of trees next to the building. There's a bench back here and the trees largely shield you from anyone's view.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-breakend">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg restroom>>
<img src="images/brianna/briannamonday2110.jpg" alt="brianna" class="left">
<</nobr>>You enter the restroom and find it empty, except for Brianna. She's looking at you with lusty eyes. <<brianna "What took you so long? I've been waiting for you!">> she says.
<<you "Well then...you're really going to like what's about to happen next.">> you say, as you start taking off your clothes.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-brianna1a2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg restroom>>
<</nobr>>She rips off her skirt and gets down on her knees in front of you.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-breakend">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg lockerroom>>
<</nobr>>You sneak into the locker room
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-breakend">><</link>><<nobr>><<set $brianna.second=6>>
<<bg lockerroom>>
<</nobr>>As much as you would like to get a look at that woman naked, you think about the possible consequences that come with that decision. If she catches you, and you end up in jail for being a filthy little pervert...you will most certainly end up dead. No guts no glory is all good when the stakes are not this high, but you think this time...better safe than sorry.
You head to the men's locker room and shower. Feeling clean and refreshed, you head out of the building to <<link "continue your day." "monday 2-breakend">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg gym>>
<img src="images/scenery/view.jpg" alt="brianna" class="center">
<</nobr>>
<<speech "You">>So, how long is a voyage? Three to six months? Then a layover between voyages of a month or so?<</speech>>
She barks a laugh.
<<speech "Anne">>You really don't know anything, do you?<</speech>>
You shrugged with a grin.
<<speech "You">>$you.fakefirstName.<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>I think you are too quick to name yourself a $you.fakefirstName. A typical voyage is two years, but can last up to five or more depending on the destination. I expect to be gone at least five years. Two voyages and, as you call it, a layover between.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-brianna1b2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg gym>>
<img src="images/anne/anne1.jpg" alt="Katie in office" class="center">
<</nobr>>
<<speech "You">>Wow. That must be rough on your love life.<</speech>>
<<linkreplace "Do I really want to know the answer!">>
<<speech "Anne">>Not really. I have lovers at every port. I'm not a one-man kinda woman. Lucky you. Life is too short to put limits on the best parts of it.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Ohh.<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>If I meet someone I want to have a go at, then I will. You're free to tumble any wench you favor, as well. No jealousy. Hell, I might even join you two.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I think I love you.<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>I love you too, my big beautiful $you.fakefirstName.<</speech>>
<<set $anne.second=2>>
<<anneloveGain 1>>
<<anneloyaltyGain 1>>
[[CONTINUE|chapter 1.1end]]
<</linkreplace>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg restroom>>
<</nobr>>You look at her and she looks right back at you. A
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-breakend">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg restroom>>
<</nobr>>She stares at you with a surprised look on her face.
<<set $brianna.second=8>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-breakend">><</link>><img src="images/alida/alidaupskirt.jpg" alt="alida upskirt"><<nobr>><<set $contacts=0>>
<<bg youroffice>>
<img src="images/scenery/view.jpg" alt="screen" class="left">
<</nobr>>Laughing at your shocked expression, she led you through the streets to a large open area overlooking the ocean, and the harbor. There had to be over a fifty ships moored there.
Most of the ships were fat-bellied merchantmen, but a few were long, sleek warships. Anne named them, ticking off nationalities you'd never heard of, and many different type of ships. Most were either galleys or galleons.
You weren't certain what differentiated them. They all looked like old tall ships or Viking long ships to you.
Anne grunted and you followed her eyes to an approaching ship.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-brianna1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/scenery/assassins.gif" alt="admin building" class="center">
<</nobr>><<if $katie.intro==4>>As you walk back towards the Administration Building, you remember that Katie, the woman you met in the laundry room last evening, invited you to have lunch with her. She said to meet here in the break room and she'd show you around campus. Sound's like you've got a little date! Go You!
You wander through the confusing hallways of the Admin Building for a few minutes before you eventually stumble upon what you think is the break room. <<link "You head inside to see if Katie is there." "monday 2-katie2">><</link>><<else>>You realized what she meant immediately. Men were stealthily stalking the proud queen. They outnumbered the guards three to one, and those were just the men you could pick out of the crowd. It looked like Queen Talia was walking into a trap.
<<speech "You">>We have to help her.<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>Why? She wouldn't help us.<</speech>>
Not the answer you expected. Weren't badass dream babes all for action and adventure?
<<speech "You">>I'm a hero, remember? Saving beautiful women is kind of what I do.<</speech>>
Anne's jaw dropped, and then she smiled. Yeah, you'd included her in that statement. Then she did a double-take on one of the bad guys.
<<speech "Anne">>Pyotr! If I'd have known he was back in town, I'd have already gutted that stinking snake.<</speech>>
Anne's hand dropped to one of her belt pouches, and pulled out a long cord with a little leather cup in the middle. It took you a second to realize it was a sling. <<nobr>><<link "''//An ancient style slingshot.//''">><<set $anne.note6=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Anne Notes");
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<</nobr>>
<<link "See what Anne sees." "monday 2-lunch1">><</link>><</if>><<nobr>>
<<bg breakroom>>
<</nobr>>The breakroom is much smaller and, frankly, much shittier than you expected. For some reason, you were picturing dark, mahogany-wood paneling; big, leather armchairs; people smoking cigars and sipping brandy. Nope...just some cheap, plastic chairs; chipped Formica counter tops; and harsh, flourescent lights. This is not where you would chose to have a "date" with Katie.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-katie21">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg cafeteria>>
<img src="images/pyotr/pyotr1.jpg" alt="psychology building" class="center">
<</nobr>>You looked Pyotr over more closely. He had to be at least six three, two hundred and seventy pounds.
Shit hit the fan.
Bad guys rushed up through the crowd and threw javelins into all the guards. You cried out in surprise as all twelve guards died before they even realized the danger. Queen Talia cried out in fear, before Pyotr rushed up behind her. He swept the Queen up in his arms and bellowed in victory.
<<speech "You">>Hey! Put her down!<</speech>>
You shouted, pulling your $you.fakelastName.
The crowd were screaming and shouting. It was pure pandemonium. You saw the bad guys quickly disperse. Well, most of them. Ten of them, including Pyotr, stopped to stare at you. They didn't look worried at all. And then Anne pulled a black stone from a pouch, placed it in her sling, and started swinging it around and around, faster and faster.
<img src="images/anne/sling.gif" alt="psychology building" class="center">
<<speech "Anne">>Pyotr! I'm taking you down for taking Lydia and Tamaris from me! You stinking slaver!<</speech>>
She released her shot at one of the men, striking him right between the eyes, he went down like a tonne of bricks and didn't move a muscle.
<<link "Join the fight" "monday 2-lunchend">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<</nobr>>You follow Katie out of the building and to a little, blue food truck parked on the edge of campus. An older man with a dirty, red apron and a Hawaiian shirt is cleaning up the area in front of the truck. He sees you and Katie approaching and smiles warmly at her. <<katie "Hi, Ahmed!">> Katie says with a smile. Ahmed replies in Arabic-accented English.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-katie22">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>><<set $lesson1=2>>
<</nobr>>You and Katie sit down and wait for your food.
<<link "You play along with the joke and make fun of yourself." "monday 2-katie22a">><</link>>
<<link "You smear some sauce on her face to even the score." "monday 2-katie22b">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<</nobr>>She really got you here. Your delicious
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-lunch1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<</nobr>>Katie sits across from you, smiling deviously. OK, you think...time to play! You take a napkin, and while maintaining eye contact with her, you wipe your face, then dip the already messy napkin into the sauce.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-lunch1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg details>>
<div class="centered-video"><video src="images/credits/kiranoir.mp4" autoplay></video></div>
<br>Who is <span class="ai">KENDERGOBLIN?</span> One of the founding first-five, tier 3 patrons! A true Con Man! So in honor of Kendergoblin, any of you sleazy bastards curious enough to look at the credits gets to watch Kira Noir, getting ass fucked and fingered, reverse cowgirl. Everyone say, "THANK YOU, KENDERGOBLIN!
<</nobr>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<</nobr>>As the campus shuttle bus drops you off at your apartment complex, you think back on everything that has happened here on the island in the short time you've been here. You wonder what may have happened if you made different choices.
<<link "I'll be right over!" "monday 2-kristen23a">><</link>>
<<link "No. If you want to thank me, you come over here!" "monday 2-kristen23b">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg kristenapartment>>
<</nobr>>You hustle over to her place and knock on the door. She opens it and immediately gives you a big hug. You enjoy her warm embrace for a moment, then she pulls you into her apartment and closes the door behind you.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-maria1">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<</nobr>><<you "No. You should come over here instead!">> you yell through the walls. There's a momentary silence. Then she responds.
<<link "CONTINUE" "monday 2-maria1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg courtyard>>
<img src="images/ui/class.jpg" alt="man relaxing" class="center">
<</nobr>>Money could be an issue. How will I pay for food, lodgings.
<br><<if $you.warrior gte 1>>(<span class="warrior">Min. Warrior 1</span>) <<link "Warrior" "monday 2-maria1a">><</link>><<elseif $you.warrior lt 1>>(<span class="warrior">Min. Warrior 1</span>) <span class="disabled">Warrior</span><<else>><</if>>
<br>
<br><<if $you.barbarian gte 1>>(<span class="barbarian">Min. Barbarian 1</span>) <<link "Barbarian" "monday 2-maria1d">><</link>><<elseif $you.barbarian lt 1>>(<span class="barbarian">Min. Barbarian 1</span>) <span class="disabled">Barbarian</span><<else>><</if>>
<br>
<br><<if $you.rogue gte 1>>(<span class="rogue">Min. Rogue 1</span>) <<link "Rogue" "monday 2-maria1b">><</link>><<elseif $you.rogue lt 1>>(<span class="rogue">Min. Rogue 1</span>) <span class="disabled">Rogue</span><<else>><</if>>
<br>
<<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<</nobr>><<speech "You">>Cover me. Take out his men, and I'll get Pyotr for you.<</speech>>
You heard her growl in frustration when you charged the big slaver holding the queen. For her part, Talia was kicking and scratching like a wildcat. One of her breast plates had come off in the struggle.
Another shot zipped past you. It hit the man moving to intercept you, exploding his right eye. He didn't last any longer than the first man. The third shot ricocheted off one man's temple killing him instantly, and hit the man next to him between the eyes.
@@color:grey; //"Four down, six to go, and I save the queen!"//@@
Pyotr pounded an uppercut to Talia's chin, before throwing her limp body over his shoulder. He paused to scowl at Anne, and then hurried away.
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You went after him, but had to engage one of his men first. More frantic screams behind you proved Anne was still giving them hell. But the slaver crouched over with a spear was all yours.
<<speech "You">>Didn't your daddy ever warn you against bringing a spear to a $you.fakelastName fight?<</speech>>
@@color:lightgreen; //"Spears are better. I'm going to gut you like a goat,"//@@ the slaver snarled.
In reply, you swung your $you.fakelastName with all your might, catching the spear right behind the head. The slaver's jaw dropped when his spearhead went flying away. You stepped inside his guard in a flash, thrusting your $you.fakelastName up under the man's chin. The $you.fakelastName's bloody point came out of the top of the slaver's head.
<<speech "You">>No, you're going to hell.<</speech>>
Foot on the dead man's neck, you twisted and yanked your $you.fakelastName free. It went in a lot easier. Then a quick look around showed all but one slaver down, and Anne was already swinging her sling around for another shot. The slaver started to throw a spear at her, so you pulled your belt knife and threw it between the slaver's shoulder blades. Anne's shot struck a second later.
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<</nobr>>You didn't hesitate. You took off after Pyotr and Talia. @@color:grey; //"It might be a dream, but I've never felt so alive!"//@@
Pyotr moved inhumanly fast. He was already around the bend and out of sight. You ran after him, but Anne quickly caught up.
<<speech "Anne">>No, $you.firstName. Take the short cut<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I'm glad you've decided to help save the queen.<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>I've decided to kill the slaver that took my best friend and my cousin. You can have the queen. Though, she does have an amazing body, and I hear she has a taste for other women, so maybe I'll join you and get my share of her reward.<</speech>>
Your jaw dropped. Was she joking? Was Talia really into other women? Was Anne into other women? What kind of dream world was it? @@color:grey; //"The best kind,"//@@ You thought with a grin. Then aloud,
<<speech "You">>Deal.<</speech>>
She just laughed.
<<speech "Anne">>Men are all the same. And here comes our opportunity for fleeting glory.<</speech>>
Pyotr had slowed to a jog, with Talia still over his shoulder, who was beginning to stir.
<<speech "Anne">>You distract him, and I'll stone him. Go!<</speech>>
Why did she suddenly get so bossy? It was your dream, so you should be in charge. Right? Yet, Anne was right. It was now or never, so you jumped out into the middle of the narrow, twisting street.
Pyotr slowed to a stop. His scowl slowly turned to scorn. @@color:#ff3333; //"I suggest you get out of my way, pretty boy."//@@
<<speech "You">>I will, but only after you hand over the queen.<</speech>>
@@color:#ff3333; //"No, no,"//@@ he said, shaking his head and stroking her bare buttocks in a way that made her feet start to kick. @@color:#ff3333; //"I have a buyer for this tasty morsel. He already has her daughter."//@@
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<<speech "You">>Wrong answer.<</speech>>
You cried and lunged at him. Pyotr blocked the thrust aside with a kick, and dropped the princess. Then he pulled his sword and rolled into a fighting stance. Your $you.fakefirstName brain quickly ascertained the slaver had lots of experience sword fighting.
@@color:#ff3333; //"If you're lucky, I'll kill you. But I intend to capture you, pretty boy. I know a few rich, powerful men who'd love to add you to their harem."//@@
You froze, one hand instinctively moving to cover your ass. That possibility never occurred to you.
And that's when Pyotr made his move, as did Anne. Her shot slammed into Pyotr's thick chest with a meaty thunk, and exploded in a mist of black powder. The slaver's sword clattered to the ground while he raked at his eyes, temporarily blinded by the black powder. Using this opportunity, you landed a meaty thunk of your own, a straight kick to his chest sent him toppling over on his face.
<<speech "Anne">>Go save your pretty queen.<</speech>>
Anne snarled, stomping up to the struggling slaver, and pulled her knife.
<<speech "Anne">>I have a few questions to ask our friend Pyotr. Like to whom he sold Lydia and Tamaris. And he better have an answer.<</speech>>
You watched her press a knee between his shoulder blades, yank his head back, and then place her blade at his throat. You did't want to watch the woman you were sleeping with slit a throat, so you hurried over to Queen Talia.
<br><<if $you.lover gte 2>>(<span class="lover">Min. Lover 2</span>) <<link "Take the door on the left to an empty shop" "monday 2-counseling3">><</link>><<elseif $you.lover lt 2>>(<span class="lover">Min. Lover 2</span>) <span class="disabled">Take the door on the left to an empty shop</span><<else>><</if>>
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<br><<if $you.rascal gte 2>>(<span class="rascal">Min. Rascal 2</span>) <<link "Take the door on the right to a brothel" "monday 2-counseling3b">><</link>><<elseif $you.rascal lt 2>>(<span class="rascal">Min. Rascal 2</span>) <span class="disabled">Take the door on the right to a brothel</span><<else>><</if>>
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<</nobr>>The queen lay writhing on the hard-packed dirt street. The fine dust clung to her body. It took a second to realize her skin was oiled, which explained why her body looked so damn amazing.
<<speech "You">>Are you hurt, Queen Talia?<</speech>>
You asked, dropping to your knees and pulling her onto your lap. Her eyes fluttered open.
<<speech "Talia">>$you.firstName?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You remember me?<</speech>>
<<speech "Talia">>How could I forgot my dashing $you.fakefirstName. Where is... Oh, you caught him! Thank you for saving me!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>My pleas...<</speech>>
You started to say, but was cut off when she pulled you down into a passionate kiss.
<<speech "Talia">>Thank you my hero.<</speech>>
@@color:grey; //"I love this world!"//@@ You thought, and started kissing a line down her neck. @@color:grey; //"I love my life!"//@@
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<</nobr>>The queen lay writhing on the hard-packed dirt street. The fine dust clung to her body. It took a second to realize her sking was oiled, which explained why her body looked so damn amazing.
<<speech "You">>Are you hurt, Queen Talia?<</speech>>
You asked, dropping to your knees and pulling her onto your lap. Her eyes fluttered open.
<<speech "Talia">>$you.firstName?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You remember me?<</speech>>
<<speech "Talia">>It's hard to forget the only man to ever spank me, Where is... Oh, you caught him! Thank you for saving me!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>My pleas...<</speech>>
You started to say, but was cut off when she pulled you down into a passionate kiss.
<<speech "Talia">>To the victor go the spoils. But we must hurry.<</speech>>
Talia wiggled out of your grasp in a way that made you think she had lots of practice. What was it like in the royal palace?
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<</nobr>>Then she took your hand, leading you to the nearest doorway. You found yourself with her inside a small, empty cloth shop.
She has an exotic sexyness about her, she wraps her arms around you and starts passionately kissing you, your tongues exploring every part of each others mouths. We make out in the empty shop, for a few steamy minutes.
She's grinding on your hard cock through your pants. Your hands are exploring every part of her fresh, tight body.
you glimpse those beautiful breasts of hers. They are fucking perfect, unable to resist, you reach out and fondle one of them. It's spectacular, Talia moans with pleasure and squeezes them together as you massage her nipples.
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<</nobr>>Then she grabbed your hand, Half-dragging you to the nearest doorway. You found myself with her inside a what you assumed was a brothel. Fabrics and cushions covered the floor with naked men and women rolling around, your eyes were everywhere. Gorgeous girls and women, were sucking, being licked or fucking wherever you looked. It was like walking into a dream. No-one bothered to look up as us and no-one payed us any attention.
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You were pushed back against a wall. The queen was all over you, hands and lips exploring your body, lips, neck. Your hand found her firm, heavy breasts. A thumb easily flicked her remaining breast plate off, before she wrapped a leg around you and started grinding her sex against your growing bulge.
<<speech "Talia">>We don't have long, my $you.fakefirstName.<</speech>>
@@color:grey; //"I love this world!"//@@ Kissing her neck, you slid a hand down her side till it reached her ass, and grabbed a handful of her sweet, soft cheek.
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<</nobr>><<you "Not bad, Bellinda. I must say, you're one cute little cookie.">> you say. She smiles, nervously, at your comment.
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<</nobr>>She sits there waiting for your next move. You can't resist any longer. You get up from behind your desk and walk over to her. She sits, obediently, with her wet pussy still open.
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<</nobr>>
<<speech "Anne">>$you.firstName! Where are you?<</speech>>
She sounded stressed. Did Pyotr escape her?
<<speech "Anne">>Palace guards!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Uh oh.<</speech>>
<<speech "Talia">>Dammit. Hurry!<</speech>>
She frantically started getting dressed.
<<speech "Anne">>Run!<</speech>>
<<speech "Talia">>Go!<</speech>>
Talia snapped. She looked angry and frustrated.
<<speech "Talia">>My husband will have you castrated and impaled, despite the fact you rescued me. Go!<</speech>>
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<</nobr>>I was pushed back against the wall. The queen was all over me, hands and lips exploring my body, lips, neck. My hand found her firm, heavy breasts. A thumb easily flicked open her remaining breast plate, before she wrapped a leg around me and started grinding her sex against my growing bulge.
<<talia "We don't have long, my hero,">> she gasped.
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<</nobr>>Bellinda continues to frown at you. Who does this little bitch think she is? <<you "Bellinda, you can sit there and pout at me all you want, but you were the one who came here for help.">> you say. She gives you a suspicious look. <<you "I was trying to be honest with you.">> you say.
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<</nobr>><<you "Bellinda, before you think about doing something rash, just remember that I can send one email and have you expelled from Harrington. You'd be sent to prison. Don't forget who's in charge here.">> you say, menacingly. She looks at you with disgust.
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<</nobr>>Bellinda is looking
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<</nobr>><<you "Bellinda, I am very
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<</nobr>><<you "Actually, I'm sorry I said that. It was inappropriate for someone in my position to say something like that to you.">> you say. She frowns at you.
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<</nobr>>Without saying anything, she backs away and slowly sits on a nearby chair. She seductively spreads her legs slowly, exposing her pussy, presenting it to you.
She spreads her lips, letting you see her soft, pink flower. You gaze upon this little royal temptress spreading herself for you. She's eyefucking you and playing with herself.
You lick her pussy which is already completely soaked. Her juices flow as her legs shake. We've barely started and she's ready to explode. You lick her for a few more seconds and then she starts to come, Talia's juices invade your mouth.
<<speech "Talia">>Ahhh... My pussy. Lick it $you.firstName. Ahhh... I love it.<</speech>>
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<<speech "Talia">>Oh my God! Don't stop. Please lick my pussy more.<</speech>>
She is about to come again. You lick her with a lot more intensity, she cums like crazy, twitching her whole body while you suck her pussy with no mercy.
<<speech "Talia">>I'm cumming. Ohhh I'm cumming again!<</speech>>
Talia has another strong orgasm, her legs shake and she is gasping for breath. She is tired and panting, but she's smiling with an ecstatic look.
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<</nobr>><<you "OK, STOP!!">> you yell. She's a little stunned by your sudden anger. She's silent now
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<</nobr>>Bellinda seems very exasperated at this point. <<bellinda "You don't want to get too familiar?! What the fuck does that mean?! I thought you where here to help me?! How can you help me wh
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<</nobr>><<speech "You">>Get on top, Talia. Ride me, my Queen.<</speech>>
<<speech "Talia">>Yes, $you.firstName. Let me ride... Ahhh... This is so perfect. Ahhhhhh... Do you like it, $you.firstName? Do you like your queen's pussy squeezing your huge dick? Ahhhhhhh...<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Ohhh... Yes, my beautiful queen. I love your perfect pussy.<</speech>>
Talia rides your cock frantically. She only slows down for hard, deep thrusts. Your naughty and hot queen is just as horny as you. You are a perfect match.
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<<speech "Talia">>I love you so much! Take me on all fours, $you.firstName. Fuck me hard and deep, you've earned your reward.<</speech>>
You shove your dick inside her beautiful pussy. Then you grab her around the waist and start thrusting harder and harder. Talia moans with pleasure, she starts to throw her ass back, increasing the power of the thrusts even more.
<<speech "Talia">>...This is amazing, $you.firstName! It's so deep! Ahhhhhhhhh... More. I want more... Ohhhhhh ...<</speech>>
She grabs the chair and continues to throw her ass against your cock. It's amazing! Her passion and desire are incredible.
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<<speech "You">>Almost there!<</speech>>
Then it all went to hell.
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<</nobr>>Bellinda stops laugh
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<</nobr>><<you "Now what I was trying to get across to you, was that I DON'T think it was your fault, but you do.">> you say. She frowns and looks like she's about to contradict you. You don't let her. <<you "Now don't start up again! Let me finish!">> you say, r
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<</nobr>>Castrated! That's all you had to hear. You darted out the door to see Pyotr lying in a widening pool of blood. Anne stood in a nearby alley looking frantic. You raced over to her as armored men charged into view.
They shouted for you to stop, but you weren't in an obeying mood. Not after what Talia said about her royal husband. Oh no. heroics were over, time to escape.
<<link "Hide for the night" "monday 2-arrivehome">><</link>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>Kandos at night had a unique sound. You lay on your back under the window, with Anne asleep with her head on your chest. She looked so serene as you stroked her long, silky hair. Cool night air rolled in through the window. A baby started crying across the street, and numerous dogs barked their challenges to the world. We'd managed to make it back to Anne's room pretty easily.
@@color:grey; //"It won't be long,"//@@ I thought. @@color:grey; //"This has to be a dream, despite it being so long. But how can you still be asleep with all that has happened to you? You always wake up when a dream turns into a nightmare and the chase begins. Not happening. You've had sex a bjillion times, and didn't even threaten to wake up. How is that possible?"//@@
You stiffened. What if the $you.lastName Manor staff drugged your food? They did seem quite intent on you going to bed. Was you even now lying in that big bed, hooked up to IVs to keep you alive, while some sinister hallucinogenic drug drip kept you in this world? All so they could slowly strip away your fortune?
Angry shouts out in the street, followed by the sounds of a scuffle and doubling of the barking dogs, roused you from your building panic attack. You wanted to look out the window, but you didn't want to wake Anne, or lose that intimate contact. In a way, she was your anchor.
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<</nobr>>you say, trying to sound convincing. She may sense your bullshit.
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<</nobr>>Lust overtook you and you grabbed her other ass cheek and lifted her, she wrapped her legs around you and bobbed up and down on your hard bulge, moaning with pleasure.
You took her over to an empty space on the cushion filled floor and lay her down.
<<speech "Talia">>Get over here and play with me!<</speech>>
She says lustily. You don't need to be told twice. You grab her body and start sucking her breasts, she moans with pleasure. Her eyes close and she throws her head back.
<<speech "Talia">>Fuck yes, baby! You're making me so fucking wet!<</speech>>
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Rolling over, you lay in front of her with your rock hard dick in her face and she immediately gets to work, stroking your shaft with both hands and vigorously sucking the head with her gorgeous lips. She continues like this for a minute, then you decide it's time to see what she's really made of.
You grab her head with both hands and, without even the slightest warning, you slam your entire cock all the way down her throat. She doesn't even flinch. She takes the entire thing and holds it in her throat while gagging and bouncing her hips up and down in delight.
After a few seconds, you pull out.
<<speech "Talia">>Oh $you.firstName! I love it when you fuck my face!<</speech>>
Well...better give her what she wants then. You slam your cock back in her throat and hold it there for several more seconds. When you allow her to breathe again, she gasps and smiles up at you with her tongue out.
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<</nobr>><<you "Well, I've never seen this other girl, but if I'm honest...I do like women with her...physical attributes.">> you say. The hopeful smile drops from her face and she frowns at you.
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<</nobr>><<you "Well what do you want, Bellinda? You want me to just say nice things and blow smoke up your ass, just so you can feel better right now? Or do you really want me to help you? Because I can tell you right now, if I just tell you what you want to hear, you'll feel better for maybe a day, but you'll be right back in here tomorrow with the same problem. Is that what you want?">> you ask. You give her a stern look. She loses the frown. She looks down at her feet.
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<</nobr>>She looks at you with a certain...determination in her expression. You're trying to figure it out what she's thinking when she makes it abundantly clear. She lifts up her skirt, revealing her cute, little panties. <<bellinda "So...why exactly would you have to be ten years younger to ask me out?">> she asks.
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<</nobr>>She's really pissed now. Seems like she has some trust issues. Lying was a bad idea. <<you "Bellinda, I'm sorry I wasn't completely truthful.">> you say.
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<</nobr>>Watching Talia suck your cock while girls right next to you were being licked or fucked was the wildest experience of your life. It took all your concentration not to blow your load right there and then.
Nobody gave a fuck, they carried on sucking and fucking, oblivious that there very own queen was in the same room as them, getting throat fucked like a cheap whore.
Your heart is racing from the adrenaline surge, and you can tell Talia's is too. You definitely got the idea yesterday that she might be turned on by <<nobr>><<link "''//getting freaky in public.//''">><<set $talia.note3=3>>
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<</nobr>> It looks like you were right; she's looking at you with very horny eyes, and already starting to stroke her pussy.
She lays down beside you, and you pull her in for a rough kiss. Your tongues swirl around each other in your mouths. You grind your hard cock forcefully against her smooth thighs and she giggles with delight. Looks like she likes to play things a little rough. We'll see how rough we can get with her.
She spread her ass cheeks wide and you finally slide into her hot, wet pussy. Her pussies just as amazing as you imagined it would be, so wet and tight. You lick your hand and start fingering her clit while you hammer away.
<<speech "Talia">>Ahhh... $you.firstName. You'll make me cum. Ahhhhh... Ahhhhhh... Harder. Please. Ohhhhh... I'm cumming ... $you.firstName is making me cum. Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhhhh...<</speech>>
You pick up the pace as you fuck Talia from behind until she comes with your cock deep in her pussy. When she finally comes, you stop for a few seconds inside her and you can feel her pussy squeezing you. You grab her large breasts and kiss her neck as she enjoys the pure ecstasy of the climax.
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Then it all went to hell.
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<</nobr>><<you "OK, Bellinda. We're going to try something here. You will need to listen carefully to the questions I'm going to ask you.">> you tell her. She nods. <<you "When you answer me, I want you to really think about what I'm asking you,
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<</nobr>>You're determined to let this little bitch know how you feel. You were just joking around, then she had to take it too far. Now you're out one smartphone, and she should buy you a new one.
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<</nobr>>She's sitting there frowning at you. She looks annoyed.
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<</nobr>>You decide you should try to talk to her. She essentially told you that's what you should have done yesterday...and that's what you should do, "next time," as well. Time to do it.
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<</nobr>>You really want to talk to this woman, but she's about the most intimidating woman you've ever seen.
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<</nobr>>@@color:grey; //"And she'll be gone in a day or two. What will I do? I'll have to find a way to earn money to pay for a room like this. Just when I become filthy rich in real life, I get drugged and forced to live in a dream world where I once again have to work for a living. There is no justice in life."//@@
@@color:grey; //"Well at least I've got fighting skills. I guess I could earn money fighting crime, collecting bounties, I suppose."//@@
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<</nobr>>@@color:grey; //"And she'll be gone in a day or two. What will I do? I'll have to find a way to earn money to pay for a room like this. Just when I become filthy rich in real life, I get drugged and forced to live in a dream world where I once again have to work for a living. There is no justice in life."//@@
@@color:grey; //"Well at least I've got some shady skills. I guess I could earn money pickpocketing, stealing, I suppose."//@@
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<</nobr>>@@color:grey; //"And she'll be gone in a day or two. What will I do? I'll have to find a way to earn money to pay for a room like this. Just when I become filthy rich in real life, I get drugged and forced to live in a dream world where I once again have to work for a living. There is no justice in life."//@@
@@color:grey; //"Well at least I've got some stealth skills. Assassins earn money as killers-for-hire, spies, bounty hunters."//@@
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@@color:grey; //"Well at least I've got fighting skills. I guess I could earn money fighting in arenas, I suppose."//@@
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<</nobr>>Maria is topless,
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<</nobr>>She pulls down her undershirt and lets her tits out. They are every bit as incredible as you thought they'd be, and then some. She bounces them a little and squeezes them together. She smiles up at you, awaiting your evaluation. <<you "Maria...you have the
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<</nobr>>A cool, delicate hand stroked your belly. Anne breathed in deeper, and then she shifted to look up into your face. Her smile made you feel all warm and fuzzy.
<<speech "Anne">>Can't you sleep?<</speech>>
Her whispery, sleep-drenched voice sounded so sexy.
<<speech "You">>No. I'm trying to work out my problems.<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>Which are?<</speech>>
You hesitated. First, you didn't want to show any sign of weakness to such a strong woman. Second, how could you explain the issue in a way she wouldn't think you were batshit crazy? Anne would never believe she was a figment of your imagination.
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<<speech "You">>Well, two days ago the king's men pulled me unconcious from the river. I must've fallen in and nearly drowned or something. I don't recall how I got there.<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>Jealous husband, I'm sure.<</speech>>
She quipped and dug tickling fingers into your ribs. You grinned as you yanked her hands away.
<<speech "You">>In a perfect world, that'd be true. But I don't know. In fact, I don't remember anything prior to be pulled out. I do know my name is $you.firstName $you.lastName, but they claimed to know me as Sebastion, Champion of Jarn. So I took Jarn as my homeland out of convienience.<</speech>>
Anne sat up and regarded you with concern.
<<speech "Anne">>I've heard of head blows stealing memories. Maybe you should listen to those men, and go up to Jarn. If you really are Sebastion, then maybe being back in your homeland among family and friends will help return your memory.<</speech>>
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<</nobr>>More shouting out in the streets below drew both of our attention. There wasn't so much outdoor activity the previous night.
<<speech "You">>Not a bad idea. This is going to make you think I'm crazy, but I don't remember anything at all about this land. What is it called?<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>You're in Sybaro Lands, near the Great Sea.<</speech>>
The sound of running feet outside took us both to the open window. One group of shadowy men was chasing a smaller group. Dogs were barking while chasing after them all.
<<speech "You">>You sure live on a noisy street.<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>Not usually. Something's going down.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>How do you know?<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>Survival instincts. Get away from the window. It's best to lay low on nights like this. In fact, I want to hide underneath you, I'm sure you can figure out some way to make it happen.<</speech>>
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<</nobr>>A knock at the door made Anne jump.
<<maria "Miss Anne?">> a quiet voice outside said.
<<speech "Anne">>What's going on, Izzy?<</speech>>
<<maria "Mum, sent me to warn you. The palace guards are looking for you and your friend">> she whispers through the door.
<<speech "Anne">>Is that what all the activity outside is about?<</speech>>
<<maria "Yes. They don't know exactly who you are, but they brought lots of coin to loosen lips. And, Miss Anne, you're the only woman with a big blonde $you.fakefirstName right now.">> she says with a little giggle.
<<speech "Anne">>Dammit. Someone will talk, tonight. Thanks, Izzy. You've always been a good friend.<</speech>>
<<maria "As have you. I saw the Sea Stallion sail in. Get aboard and let Captain Jules protect you.">> And then she was gone. Just like that, you heard her soft feet pad down the hallway.
<<speech "Anne">>Get me that pack and get dressed. We're leaving and not coming back.<</speech>>
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<</nobr>>The pack proved to be an undyed leather knapsack.
<<speech "Anne">>Why are you just standing there? Get dressed, or I'm leaving you behind.<</speech>>
You watched her quickly stuff everything she owned into that small knapsack. You only had your dirty trousers, dirty shirt, boots, and sword belt. You finished before Anne, who donned a tight, white top that showed the curves of her small, firm breasts.
Someone started pounding on the inn's front door. You started to peek out the window, but she pulled me back. Angry shouts erupted inside and out. The men in the street demanded entrance in the name of the king.
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<<speech "Anne">>Let's go.<</speech>>
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<<elseif $lesson2==1 and $lesson1==2>>She turned and rushed for the door.
You thought we'd go down and out the back, but Anne went up another notched log staircase to the roof. It surprised you to see three families sleeping up there, all roused by the banging and shouts.
@@color:magenta; //"What's going on, Anne?"//@@ a young woman asked.
<<speech "Anne">>My friend and I made the mistake of recuing Queen Talia from slavers, so now the king wishes to thank us in the traditional way.<</speech>>
The others all nodded grimly.
<<speech "Anne">>Come along, lover.<</speech>>
Anne said, and took off running. Her last step was up on the low wall enclosing the roof, vaulting her onto th next roof over. You heard the front door crash open down below, so you took off after her. You landed just inches from a middle-aged couple going at it like young lovers.
<<speech "You">>Sorry, carry on.<</speech>>
You looked across that roof just in time to see Anne leaping over to the next one.
<<speech "You">>Hey, slow down!<</speech>>
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It took you eleven houses to catch up, leaving you huffing and puffing. Fortunately, she needed to rest as well. So far, there wasn't any indication the authorities had figured out we'd escaped via rooftop.
<<speech "You">>Are we going to your ship?<</speech>>
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<<elseif $lesson2==2 and $lesson1==1>>You tried to be a hardass y
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<<elseif $lesson2==2 and $lesson1==2>>You were really impressed with how t
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<<if $lesson2==1>><<speech "Anne">>No. The captain would have my head if I brought a stranger on board. I will help you find passage out of the city, before I go join my crew.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>So I really can't come with you?<</speech>>
She hesitated, a pained look on her face.
<<speech "Anne">>First, my bunkmate, Nicole, would not appreciate it. Secondly, the crew might just cut you down without a second thought before I can argue your case to the captain. Only the captain is allowed to bring strangers aboard. It's her ship.<</speech>>
You nodded. So, you'd be on your own. <<if $lesson1==1>>Didn't you say last class you wanted to be in a gangbang?<<elseif $lesson1==2>>Kind of scary, but then you hadn't done badly so far. Maybe you could find a job on a ship, and thus see your dream world. It didn't seem like you'd be waking up soon.<<else>><</if>>
@@color:grey; //"I wonder what happens to me if I get killed in my dream? Will I die in real life? Or will I just start a new dream, or nightmare?"//@@
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<</nobr>><<if $lesson2==1>>We finally reached the wharves, just at the edge of your sight, the Sea Stallion waited. Anne's eyes were pulled toward the ship every few minutes. Soon, they'd leave to find you passage on another ship. And that would be the end.
The whole thing felt wrong. You worried about Anne, you were pretty sure something illegal was going on. She would not confirm or deny the ship smuggled illegal goods. She just changed the subject.
@@color:grey; //"Oh well, it's another beautiful day in Kandos. Perfect day for a pleasure cruise. Is the weather ever bad here?"//@@
We stood at the edge of a twenty pier section of wharf. Two ships per pier, one on either side. You noticed tall, sturdy looking wooden cranes on those piers, lifting boxes and bales in and out of holds. Everywhere you looked was packed with people and livestock. Horses, mules and oxen pulled carts and wagons. Two ships were setting sail. Tug boats had pulled them out away from the piers and about midstream in the river. The current took them down river a ways. You watched the first ship go down river about a hundred feet before sails were deployed.
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<<speech "Jasmine">>Excuse me...<</speech>>
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<<speech "You">>How far away is the sea?<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>Half a day's walk.<</speech>>
Anne called out to a passerby.
<<speech "Anne">>Juur! My friend, do you know if any of the merchantmen are offering passage?<</speech>>
Juur stood about six foot six, muscley but worn skin from many years at sea. <<wu "Ah, Anne, I did'nt see you. You're looking good. How long before you set sail again?">>
<<speech "You">>Pleased to meet you, I'm $you.firstName of Jarn<</speech>>
You said offering your hand. Juur shook my hand, <<wu "Greetings, $you.firstName of Jarn.">>
<<speech "You">>So, do you know of anyone offering a passage?<</speech>>
<<wu "For you?">>
<<speech "You">>Yes.<</speech>>
The big man paused to think. <<wu "I can think of three captains taking on passengers. Where did you want to go?">>
<<speech "Anne">>Anywhere.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Today.<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>Immediately.<</speech>>
Anne continued, glancing nervously back at a commotion halfway back down the wharves.
<<wu "Trouble?">>
<<speech "Anne">>Perish the thought.<</speech>>
But nodded.
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<<speech "Mikayla">>So why are we still doing it? Calling each other sluts, I mean.<</speech>>
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<</nobr>><<speech "Wu">>There aren't any good safe havens about, boys. So let's sail! We're going to outrun that godforsaken storm!<</speech>>
A gale force wind struck us. The ship tilted, all the timbers groaning, and then quickly righted itself. That first blast of wind heralded the edge of the storm. The dark rain might be off to starboard, but the leading winds were way out front. The ship rocked and rolled, and one crew member almost went over the side.
<<speech "Ai">>Come with me. It's going to be too dangerous up here for you. And you'll just get in the way.<</speech>>
The idea of being down in the hold worried you. You wanted to see disaster coming, but then one of the mates growled an order to Ai to get you below. Hostile looks from the crew decided it. If your presence hindered them in any way, then you had to go below as ordered.
You let Ai lead you back to your assigned spot in the hold. She still looked more excited than worried. Odd, you kind of felt more excitement than fear as well. When the ship rolled back and forth suddenly, you found yourself crushing poor Ai up against the rear mast.
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<</nobr>>She pushed you down on some lashed bundles. Telling you to lay down, before quickly yanking your pants down around your knees. The little vixen was all over you. Ai kissed, licked, and sucked on your lips, neck, chest, and cock. Mostly your cock.
<<speech "Ai">>Oh God! It's so beautiful and big. Just like I imagined.<</speech>>
Ai continues to suck you more and more. She gets so carried away that she puts more than she can handle in her throat and chokes. After a few coughs, she smiles.
<<speech "Ai">>Cough, cough... Ahhhh... It's too big for my little throat. I wish I could take it all, but I can't.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I'll help you.<</speech>>
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<</nobr>><<speech "Ai">>Fuck me, $you.firstName. I want to see how many times you can make me cum.<</speech>>
You're always up for a challenge, so you enter her from behind and fuck her pussy while she moans out words of encouragement.
<<speech "Ai">>Yeah baby! Just like that! Fuck me like that! Make me cum!<</speech>>
You do as she says, fondling her jiggling tits and slapping your balls against her thighs. She takes ever thrust with increasing excitement and passion.
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<</nobr>>Fear and stress stoked your libido to new heights, and you weathered the storm in the best way imaginable. You force her head down on the bales. She throws one leg up and you plow into her pussy from behind.
<<speech "Ai">>Use me, $you.fakefirstName! Use me like your little fucktoy!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You like that, whore? You like getting fucked in this dirty hold, filthy cum whore?<</speech>>
<<speech "Ai">>OH GOD YES!!! Make me your cum whore $you.firstName!<</speech>>
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<</nobr>>You pick her up while still deep inside her, and lay her on another stack, where she rolls onto her back. You grab her face and stick your thumb in her mouth. She sucks on it, eagerly. You wrap your hand around her neck and you can see the excitement in her eyes as you start to choke her. She eagerly guides your cock back into her hot pussy.
You see her close her eyes and throw her head back. She moans as she cums all over your cock. You relentlessly pound away at her soaking-wet pussy. She looks you right in the eyes.
<<speech "Ai">>Break me, $you.firstName! Break my fucking pussy!<</speech>>
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<</nobr>>She's screaming so much filth at you that you quickly approach your climax.
You won't be able to hold out much longer, and you want to show her a real good deep dicking.
<<speech "Ai">>YES! HARDER!<</speech>>
You oblige and fuck her even harder... until...
You can't take it any more. Your cock is about to explode. You pull out just in time to spray burst after burst of your cum all over her stomach. She looks at you, smiling and licking her lips. You cover her front with your seed.
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The two of you are spent. She remains splayed out across her the bales while you flop down beside her. You both remain silent but for your heavy breathing.
<<ailoveGain 1>>
<<ailustGain 1>>
<<ailoyaltyGain 1>>
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<<speech "You">>You know, I wasn't really expecting this when I came aboard.<</speech>>
<<speech "Ai">>Well... you should learn to expect the unexpected.<</speech>>
She says, giving you a little kiss. The storm was still raging when you finally passed out.
A sudden stillness woke you. Ai stirred atop you, murmuring in her sleep. You looked around. The wind still howled, but the ship remained relatively still. Then you heard the sound of sloshing water.
<<speech "You">>What happened?<</speech>>
Your throat raspy after all that amazing sex. Ai roused, lifting her head and looking around.
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<<speech "Ai">>Sounds like we found a safe port to ride out the storm. You want to have another go?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Yes. No! I do, but my curiosity is getting the better of me. I want to go up on deck and see the damage.<</speech>>
You thought she might object, but Ai sat up and stretched. For a second, seeing her amazing body so well displayed, you regretted your decision. She rolled off to pull her tunic back on.
<<speech "Ai">>If you need anything, don't be afraid to ask.<</speech>>
And she vanished, you shook your head. First, how lucky were you that she was in charge of taking care of you? And secondly, this world, dream or not, was the best life you'd ever known.
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<</nobr>>After getting yourself decent again, you headed up topside. You found the deck a disaster zone. Broken rope and ripped sails lay all about. Crewmen were sprawled out all around, gasping for breath with cups of wine in hand.
Captain Wu's first mate approached you and handed you a cup of dark red wine.
<<speech "Kaaki">>Here you go, friend $you.firstName. We celebrate our victory over the gods! We get to live another day. Drink. Be thankful.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>For life?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaaki">>No, for how well Ai tended to you during the storm. You two were almost as loud as the storm.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Well, Ai is a screamer. Wow. This is good wine.<</speech>>
You walked over to the rail with Kaaki. A big smile spread across his face.
<<speech "You">>Where are we at, friend Kaaki?<</speech>>
The man spat over the rail. He spoke the name like a curse.
<<speech "Kaaki">>Zarana.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>How long will we be here?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaaki">>A day ot two. Repairs are minor, so will go fast. But I suggest you stay safely aboard The Salty Swallow. Zarana is a terribly wicked city. Very dangerous.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Oh, really?<</speech>>
A smile slowly spreading across your face.
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<</nobr>>While she's pinned against the mast she kisses you. Pressing her soft lips, hard against yours'.
You hesitate, but then... @@color:grey; //"What the hell?"//@@ You kiss her back and your tongues explore each others mouths. You sit her on the bales, kissing her while you remove her tunic. She wastes no time and strokes your cock through your pants.
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Ai clung to you as the ship rocked and rolled, and fed you a nipple.
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<</nobr>>A new day dawned bright and cool. You emerged from below decks to find the storm wreckage already cleared away. You found the crew crawling all over the ship, mostly up in the rigging. The exception seemed to be Ai, who was floating in the sea. It took you a moment to figure out she was bathing. And not a soul was watching her.
@@color:grey; //"How jaded are these guys? I could watch that for days and days."//@@
Captain Wu stood on the pier with three tall, slim men in flowing silk robes and tall, elaborate hats.
<<speech "You">>Who are they?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaaki">>Port authorities. They're not happy about us docking without permission last night.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Trouble?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaaki">>No. It's just a way to force the captain to line their pockets with gold.<</speech>>
Ah, good ole bribery. Even here, graft and corruption ruled. You watched the captain hand over a small purse, which instantly vanished within the robes of the head official. They spent a moment bowing to other, praising each other, and finally parted ways. And then Captain Wu left to find carpenters and sail makers.
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<</nobr>>You turned your attention to the town beyond the docks. The docks snuggled up to an unwalled town nestled at the base of quite steep hills. You could see most of the town rising up and scattered across the ridges and hills above them.
<<speech "You">>How much time do I have?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaaki">>I think repairs will be done ny midday tomorrow. But don't expect the captain to wait for you if you're not on board the moment The Salty Swallow is ready for sail.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Understood. Time to sample the local wild life.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaaki">>You $you.fakefirstName's are all crazy.<</speech>>
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<</nobr>><<kristen "WELL?! What do you want?!">> she asks, indignantly.
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<</nobr>>You paused to stare at Ai's naked glory for a moment, and then hurried down the gangway. You moved up the pier with a sense of urgency, acting like you owned the place. No one gave you a second look.
The crowd grew thicker and more boisterous the closer to the actual town you got. A wide street seperated the town proper from the docks. The only buildings on the docks were three squat stone towers, with lots of locals in fancy robes and ridiculously tall hats. Obviously government buildings.
Port authority officials, tax collectors, and soldiers streamed in and out.
@@color:gold; //"Make way!"//@@ a powerful female voice shouted.
<img src="images/amazon/amazon1.jpg" alt="Katie in office" class="left">
The clop-clop of horses filled the air, forcing you to jump back off the street. A huge woman in leather halter and pants slowly rode by you, Staring down upon you with hostile eyes. She looked amazing.
@@color:orange; //"Stupid Amazons,"//@@ a nearby mother muttered, glowering back at the mounted woman. The young woman had three young boys surrounding her, with a toddler girl child in her arms. She looked harried. When the big woman snorted at her, rather aggressively, she didn't back down. @@color:orange; //"Stupid bitch!"//@@
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-1">><</link>><<if $katie.intro==3>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/sea stallion/sail.gif" alt="Katie in office" class="left">
<</nobr>>The Salty Swallow slowly turned around to face the same direction as the wind, and then the mains sails unfurled. The sails fluttered, and then they filled with a pop, and The Salty Swallow lurched forward.
Sails and flags flapped and snapped, the ropes and wood creaked, and the wind became loud in your ears. You grinned as you looked around, reveling in all the sights and sounds. You were sailing on a ship.
The captain sailed them down the river until the Great Sea spread out before them. You marveled at the sight of the aquamarine water. You spotted seven othe ships sailing about, all traveling in different directions.
Once on the sea, The Salty Swallow headed southeast. Toward Qum and their first port of call, Tymnos. From what you knew, Tymnos was a very large and powerful city state in the south of Qum. Twice as large as Kandos, according to Anne. It would take several days to reach it, and they wouldn't be stopping until you arrived.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-katie1e">><</link>>
<<elseif $katie.intro==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg youroffice>>
<img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="your computer" class="left">
<</nobr>>You think about maybe exploring a little, but decide to just go kill some time in your office before lunch.
<<link "I gotta keep an eye on you, you horrible sex predator." "tuesday 3-katie1c">><</link>>
<<link "Cute. Why don't you tell me why I came in here, huh?" "tuesday 3-katie1d">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/ai/ai4.jpg" alt="Katie in office" class="center">
<</nobr>>@@color:grey; //"It's a big world. With a lot of cities to explore."//@@
You glanced at Ai, who stood staring up at Captain Wu.
@@color:grey; //"And a lot more women to explore."//@@
Since you'd spent two full nights, and was on your third day in this world, you still wanted to believe it was all a dream. But how could a dream last that long? How could you have sex so often, enjoy it so intensely, and not wake up? If it was a dream, then it was drug-induced and you were the $you.lastName Manor's staff's comatose prisoner.
@@color:grey; //"At least it's a fun, adventurous dream."//@@
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-lunch">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<</nobr>>You decide it's best not to let her know that you potentially ruined her entire wardrobe...the whites, at least.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-lunch">><</link>><<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg cafeteria>>
<</nobr>>Yet, the possibility of everything being very real occured to you, as well. People vanished off the face of the earth all the time. Were all those sailors and pilots lost in the Bermuda Triangle on this world, too? Was here where all those missing ships and airliners vanished? Was $you.lastName Manor another portal to this world?
@@color:lightblue; //"Storm a-coming off starboard!"//@@
<img src="images/sea stallion/storm1.gif" alt="Katie in office" class="center">
You hurried over to the starboard side. Everyone stopped to gawk. Yeah, it was an ugly looking storm, all cobalt dark with flashing lightning. It looked like a monster bearing down on us. The crew only froze for a moment, before erupting in frantic activity.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-office1">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg cafeteria>>
<img src="images/monday2/cafeteria.jpg" alt="cafeteria" class="left">
<</nobr>>Lunch time is upon you, and you're pretty hungry, so you head to the cafeteria to grab a bite.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-office1">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg youroffice>>
<</nobr>><<you "I don't have the patience for this, OK?
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-katie1a1">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg youroffice>>
<</nobr>>There's no way she's gonna keep talking to you unless you try to make things right for the way you treated her.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-katie1b1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg youroffice>>
<</nobr>>She's waiting for you to say something to help her make sense of her desire.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-katie1a2">><</link>><<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<img src="images/wu chow/saltyswallow.jpg" alt="Katie in office" class="center">
<</nobr>><<wu "Ah, then see Captain Wu.">> He pointed to the far end of the wharves. <<wu "He is the master of the merchantman The Salty Swallow. But you'd better hurry, he'll be sailing at any minute. The tugs are heading towards them now.">>
Juur pointed at two boats in the river. They had about a dozen oars per side. There were no masts on them. The tugs were headed for one of the smaller ships. A small galley, if you understood what Anne had said about different ships.
The Salty Swallow was a two mast merchantman of about fifty feet, oval shaped, with a single deck. There was no fore or sterncastle It was designed for trade, not war.
<<speech "Anne">>Thanks, Juur! I owe you. Hurry, $you.firstName.<</speech>>
We ducked and dodged through the bustling crowd, wagons and carts. You worried you wouldn't make it in time. Men were unlashing the gangway as you arrived.
<<speech "Anne">>Captain Wu! Permission to board!<</speech>>
<img src="images/wu chow/wuchow1.jpg" alt="Katie in office" class="center">
<<speech "Wu">>Why?<</speech>>
A chinese, thin man asked. He wore a green tunic, with open mustard and brown robes over that. The ship's master looked like a very unsavory character to you.
<<speech "You">>I would take passage with you.<</speech>>
<<speech "Wu">>I don't need any more crew. Can you pay?<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>How much is passage to your next port of call?<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class5a">><<set $class2321=2>><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<</nobr>>
Grace raises her hand.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class6">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<img src="images/talia/kiss.gif" alt="Katie in office" class="center">
<</nobr>><<if $class2321==1>>That question led to some haggling, but Anne quickly agreed to a sum. And pulled a purse full of coins out of her knapsack. She paid the captain, and then pressed the purse into your hands.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class6">><</link>>
<<elseif $class2321==2>>That question led to some haggling, but Anne quickly agreed to a sum. And pulled a purse full of coins out of her knapsack. She paid the captain, and then pressed the purse into my hands.
Rising up on her toes, she kissed you, and whispered.
<<speech "Anne">>I'll miss you. Be safe.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I'll miss you more.<</speech>>
<<speech "Anne">>I know.<</speech>>
And then she was gone, vanishing into the crowd.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class6">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/sea stallion/crew.gif" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<</nobr>><<if $lesson2==1>>To you, the crew looked to be in chaos. Captain Wu barked commands, sending sailors to and fro. The pair of tugs arrived by the time the ship freed of her moorings. You realized what you thought of as chaos was practiced choreograpghy. Everyone knew exzctly what they had to do, how to do it, and when to to do it so everything moved fluidly.
The crew proved to be a mixed bag, looking as motley and unsavory as in an old pirate movie.
<<speech "Wu">>Ai!<</speech>>
<<set $ai.met = true>>
<<set $ai.intro=1>>
<<set $wu.met = true>>
<<set $wu.intro=1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class7">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson2==2>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class7">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/ai/ai1.jpg" alt="ai"></div>
<</nobr>>You did a double-take on the hot brunette that raced up to the captain. She stood about five foot even, with a spectacular body. Yeah, bustilicious came immediately to mind. All she wore was a strange hat, and a pale grey tunic about five sizes too small that barely fell down far enough to cover her assets.
<<speech "Wu">>Ai, take...<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>$you.firstName.<</speech>>
<<speech "Wu">>Yes. $you.firstName is a paying passenger, so give him a private spot in the hold.<</speech>>
The captain turned back to you.
<<speech "Wu">>This is my niece, Ai. She'll be tending your needs during the voyage.<</speech>>
<<speech "Ai">>That means don't bother him or the crew if you need anything. You just talk to me.<</speech>>
You fought the instinct to stare at her. Ai looked perky as hell, and she moved with a feline grace that to you in the most basic way. But the captain hugged her, one hand grabbing a boob in the process. She didn't flinch or pull away, so she was the captain's niece?
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class8">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<</nobr>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>But It's starting to change, right, Olivia?<</speech>>
<<link "Shut this down. It's escalating too much." "tuesday 3-class8">><<set $class2312=1>><</link>>
<<link "Let them work it out. It will be counterproductive if you interfere." "tuesday 3-class8">><<set $class2312=2>><</link>>
<<else>><</if>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<img src="images/ai/ai2.jpg" alt="Ai2" class="center">
<</nobr>><<if $lesson2==1>>You looked around. She was the only woman on the ship as far as you could see. Worse, <<nobr>><<link "''//she looked a flirt,//''">><<set $ai.note1=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Ai Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("ai notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>> Then you noticed how she was looking you over: her bright, big smile, and the tip of her tongue clamped between her teeth. Yeah, she was going to be trouble.
<<speech "Ai">>Follow me.<</speech>>
Grabbing my hand. Her hands were soft and delicate, so she definitely wasn't performing hard labor. Long painted nails punctuated that point, but her bare feet looked tough and tar-stained. You let her lead you to a large open hatch between the two masts, finding a ladder leading down into darkness. She motioned for me to go down first.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class9">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson2==2 and $class2312==1>>
<<speech "You">>EVERYONE STOP RIGHT NOW!!!!<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class9">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson2==2 and $class2312==2>>
You look at Mikayla and just shake your head. She looks desperate for you to take control of the situation.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class9">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<img src="images/ai/ainopanties.jpg" alt="Katie in office" class="center">
<</nobr>>Halfway down the ladder, you looked up. Ai descended above you, and wasn't wearing anything under her tunic. You almost fell off the ladder. So you dropped your eyes, fighting the urge to look up the rest of the way down. You found yourself standing amid crates, bundles, and large ceramic jugs.
<<speech "Ai">>Come on, $you.firstName.<</speech>>
Tugging on your arm, Ai led you through the maze of cargo. She finally stopped and indicated to a low stack of bundles.
<<speech "Ai">>We don't have proper cabins. So this is where you'll sleep.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Where does the crew sleep.<</speech>>
<<speech "Ai">>On deck. See? Nice and soft.<</speech>>
Ai pushed you onto the bundles.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class10">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<</nobr>>1222
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class10">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<img src="images/ai/ai3.jpg" alt="Katie in office" class="center">
<</nobr>>It wasn't that soft, and quite lumpy, but better than sleeping on bare deck boards. Maybe. And then she straddled your lap. Her pretty face moved closer and closer, until her lips brushed yours when she spoke, oh so breathlessly.
<<speech "Ai">>Don't be surprised to find the captain enjoying my company here during the day. But you might want to check here if you don't see me up on deck. I might be waiting for you. You know?<</speech>>
Ai ground her sex against your rising bulge. You struggled to think straight, panting and looking for accusing eyes. What would the captain do if you were caught with Ai?
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class11">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<</nobr>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I'm sorry, Professor. I got us off topic.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-class11">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<img src="images/ai/ai3.jpg" alt="Katie in office" class="center">
<</nobr>><<speech "You">>Um, you're the captain's niece, right?.<</speech>>
<<speech "Ai">>Sure. Why not?<</speech>>
Her head tilted, lips parting slightly. You leaned back as she pushed toward you.
<<speech "You">>I don't want to piss off the captain.<</speech>>
Ai looked startled.
<<speech "Ai">>Why would you piss on the captain?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>No. It's a foreign expression, meaning to anger someone. I don't want to do anything with his niece that would get me tossed over the side.<</speech>>
Ai paused, her eyes glazing over.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-break1">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<</nobr>>
The class is almost over. Your students are talking with each other. There was certainly a lot of fighting today, but they seem to be doing OK now.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-break1">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<nobr>>
<<bg youroffice>>
<</nobr>><<you "So... I'm glad that we're working through what led up to our fight... but...">> you say, leading her.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-lunch">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg youroffice>>
<</nobr>>Katie would like nothing more than for you to just take he over your knee and spank the shit out of her.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-lunch">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg musicroom>>
<</nobr>><<you "Well, someone has to keep an eye on you, you horrible sex predator. I'm just doing my civic duty.">> you say. She smiles at you and shakes her head.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-katie1c1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg musicroom>>
<</nobr>><<you "That's cute.">> you say.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-katie1d1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg youroffice>>
<img src="images/sea stallion/belowdeck.jpg" alt="your computer" class="center">
<</nobr>><<speech "Ai">>Hmm, pissing on the captain would certainly make him angry. You'd be lucky if he only threw you overboard. Ha! But rolling me won't anger him. You're a paying passenger. You got rights. Besides, I sleep with everyone. And you are the most beautiful man I've seen in forever. So...<</speech>>
Ai slipped off your lap.
<<speech "Ai">>Anyway, Captain Wu prefers passengers stay down in the hold, but you can go up on deck anytime you want.<</speech>>
She gave you a naughty little brow wag, looked longingly ay your shoulders for a second, and then rushed away. You stared at her, wondering what just happened. Did she say it was kind of her job to sleep with you? Or she just slept around for the fun of it?
@@color:grey; //"Just like a dream to go all crazy time on me,"//@@ you thought, and headed back toward the deck.
Ai called from above.
<<speech "Ai">>Clear! Captain says take us out another hundred feet.<</speech>>
You quickly scrambled up the ladder. Ai winked at you, but stayed in her spot next to the open hatch. Captain Wu stood in the bow, looking up at the flags high atop the two masts. When the flags suddenly swung around to a different direction, he shouted for the sails to be unfurled.
<<ailustGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-katie1">><</link>><<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg youroffice>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-break3">><</link>>
<</nobr>><<else>><</if>><<nobr>>
<<bg youroffice>>
<img src="images/monday2/screen.jpg" alt="your computer" class="left">
<</nobr>><<if $katie.intro==4>>With that work done, you now have some time to kill.
You sit in your office <<link "thinking about what you're going to do next.
" "tuesday 3-lunch">><</link>><<else>>With that work done, you now have some time to kill. You sit in your office <<link "thinking about what you're going to do next." "tuesday 3-katie1">><</link>><</if>><<nobr>>
<<bg youroffice>>
<img src="images/sea stallion/storm2.jpg" alt="your computer" class="left">
<</nobr>>You moved to the stern with Ai, while the captain and crew struggled to pull in their sails. You heard the captain and mates debate trying to outrun the storm or ride it out. Everyone looked nervous, though Ai's eyes were bright with excitement.
There's <<nobr>><<link "''//an adrenaline junkie//''">><<set $ai.note2=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Ai Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("ai notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>> in every group, you thought.
Seeing the fear in the crew's eyes frightened you even more than the approaching storm. If they were afraid of it...
<<if $lesson2==1>><<link "CONTINUE" "olivia office3a">><</link>><<elseif $lesson2==2>><<link "CONTINUE" "grace office3a">><</link>><<else>><</if>><<if $kristen.intro==3>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<</nobr>>When you finally get home to your apartment, you take a few minutes to change into some more comfortable clothes. You've had a long day, and you're looking forward to just making some dinner for yourself and relaxing.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-kristen1c">><</link>>
<<elseif $kristen.second==4>><<nobr>>
<<bg courtyard>>
<</nobr>>As you get closer, you can see Anne has something in her hand. She walks over to one of the courtyard tables and sits down. You get closer and see she has a vape pen in her hand. She takes a drag and exhales a cloud of vapor. You saunter up and sit down. She looks up at you and gives you a big warm smile.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-kristen1d">><</link>>
<<elseif $kristen.intro==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<</nobr>>It's been a long day, and you're looking forward to just relaxing at home tonight.
<<link "Tell her to SHUT THE FUCK UP!" "tuesday 3-kristen1e">><</link>>
<<link "Play nice, apologize for being a jerk, and ask if she'll keep it down." "tuesday 3-kristen1f">><</link>>
<<elseif $kristen.intro==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<</nobr>>It's been a long day, and you're glad to be home.
<<link "Go over and see if she's doing OK." "tuesday 3-kristen1h">><</link>>
<<link "Go over and find out why she was being so stubborn." "tuesday 3-kristen1g">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<</nobr>><<kristen "Oh great. It's you again.">> she says. <<kristen "What do you want?">> She still looks like she hates you. You're not too fond of her either, but she also seems pretty stubborn.
PEACE AT LAST!<<set $kristen.second=6>>
<<loverGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-end">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg kristenapartment>>
<</nobr>>You head next door to check on Anne. You hope her dinner wasn't completely ruined, though you're pretty sure it was. I mean... how could it not have been. You knock on her door and can hear her footsteps approaching from the other side.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-end">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg kristenapartment>>
<img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday234.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left">
<</nobr>>You can't help but be intrigued by Anne. She was in such a desperate situation the other night, and she could have really used your help. You kindly offered, but she refused... twice. The second time, she ADAMANTLY refused.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-end">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg kristenapartment>>
<img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday232.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left">
<</nobr>>You decide to use the pictures as leverage. This little bitch is ripe, and you have some power over her. Might as well see if you can use it. While she's rummaging around in the kitchen, you step into her apartment and close the door behind you, locking it.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-kristen1a1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg kristenapartment>>
<img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday232.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left">
<</nobr>>While she's in the kitchen, you walk into her living room and sit down on the couch. When she notices she looks displeased. <<kristen "Sure. Come on in.">> she says, sarcastically.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-kristen1b1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg kristenapartment>>
<img src="images/kristen/kristensunday1310.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left">
<</nobr>>She still looks disgusted, and a little confused.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-kristen1a2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg kristenapartment>>
<img src="images/kristen/kristenmonday232.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left">
<</nobr>><<kristen "I don't know what you're talking about.">> she says.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-kristen1b2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg kristenapartment>>
<div class="leftvid"><video src="images/kristen/kristentuesday331.mp4" autoplay></video></div>
<img src="images/sunday1/cockout.gif" alt="whipping your cock out" class="left">
<</nobr>><<you "Make yourself cum.">> you order her. She complies and starts furiously masturbating her little pussy. You get out your phone and start recording her. Might as well... it seemed to work out well the last time.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-end">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg kristenapartment>>
<img src="images/kristen/kristentuesday337.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left">
<</nobr>>She strips out of her clothes and sits down on the couch. She looks at you with a sexy, lustful expression. She's posing for your camera. You almost forgot you had it. You frame her up on the screen and take a few pictures. She poses and flirts with the camera. <<you "Good. These look great.">> you say.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-end">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg courtyard>>
<</nobr>>Time to vacate the premises.
Ducking and dodging, you made for the door. You wasn't the only one, either. Then you noticed a short, stocky guy in a faded blue tunic under a leather apron. The guy normally wouldn't have been worth your notice, except he was dragging an unwilling Tessa toward the door. So you picked up a three legged stool and charged him.
<<speech "You">>Let!<</speech>>
You whacked the other man over the head.
<img src="images/zarana/zarana18.gif" alt="whipping your cock out" class="center">
<<speech "You">>Her!<</speech>>
The first blow staggered him, but he didn't go down. So you brought the stool back with all due prejudice, smashing him in the chin.
<<speech "You">>Go!<</speech>>
Tessa punctuated the point by kicking him in the nuts.
<<speech "You">>Are we having fun yet?<</speech>>
Her eyes lit up.
<<speech "Tessa">>Hell yes!<</speech>>
An arrow thudded into the wall next to her head.
<<speech "Tessa">>Maybe not.<</speech>>
<<loverGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-break1">><</link>><<nobr>><<set $contacts=3>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/sunday1/sleepnight1.jpg" alt="you in bed" class="left">
<</nobr>>It's been a very long day and an eventful evening... but now you need sleep. As you lie in bed, you think about all that has happened in the short time you've been on the island. You wonder if things could have turned out differently, had you made different choices. Who knows? But that doesn't really matter now.
<<link "CONTINUE" "moirals cutaway">><</link>> <<nobr>>
<<bg musicroom>>
<img src="images/katie/katietuesday327.jpg" alt="katie" class="left">
<</nobr>>She's playing piano again, seemingly paying you no mind. OK, you think. She's playing a little game. You walk over to her at the piano. She continues playing like you're not even there. She has to know she's giving you a massive boner right now.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-katie1c2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg musicroom>>
<img src="images/katie/katietuesday3224.jpg" alt="katie" class="left">
<</nobr>>You walk over to the piano and look over Katie's shoulder. <<katie "OK, so first, you want to learn some simple chords. You're going to need to know these.">> she says. She plays a few major chords, telling you what each one is, and showing you how you need your fingers arranged in order to produce them. She tries to point them out to you on her sheet music.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-katie1d2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg musicroom>>
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<</nobr>>She pulls her tits out as she sucks your cock.
<<katie "Be sure to practice exercise 12 before our next lesson, OK?">> she asks.
<<you "Sure thing.">> you reply. You head out the classroom door. As you pass the students, you could swear you heard one whisper, "Is that the Sex Teacher?"<<set $katie.second=3>>
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<</nobr>>Katie's standing there now only in her underwear.
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say with a smile, though she's already too deep into pleasuring herself to notice. You close her in the closet and head out of the classroom, locking the door like she asked.<<set $katie.second=4>>
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<<nobr>>
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<img src="images/kristen/kristentuesday331.jpg" alt="kristen" class="left">
<</nobr>><<kristen "Howdy neighbor!">> she says. <<kristen "Want a drag?">> she asks.
<<link "CONTINUE" "tuesday 3-end">><</link>><<nobr>><<set $day=41>><<set $contacts=0>>
<</nobr>>@@color:grey; //"Wait? What? Amazon?"//@@ you thought, doing a double-take on the mounted woman. Or warrior woman?
Your eyes dropped to her mount, which was the size of a Clydesdale, and loaded down with swords, a shield, armor, and bulging bags. The woman even carried a ten foot long, very slim spear with a tuft of red feathers just below the spearhead.
<img src="images/amazon/amazon2.jpg" alt="kristen" class="center">
@@color:hotpink; //"Hey, baby boy,"//@@ another woman said as she rode past. The Amazon was tall, and shapely. Her bright blonde hair was pulled back in a thick ponytail that bobbed in sync with her impressive set of tits. @@color:hotpink; //"You looking for a good time, sweetie?"//@@
<<speech "You">>Anytime, anywhere. If you think you can handle me.<</speech>>
That brought forth feminine laughter. You realized then it was a troop of Amazon cavalry passing down the street. They didn't stop, but most of them made kissing sounds at you, or made lewd suggestions as they rode past. Not all of them were attractive, but they were all extremely confident and thus fired up your ardor. But they didn't stop, either.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-1a">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/zarana/zarana3.jpg" alt="casey" class="center">
<</nobr>>@@color:grey; //"What a shame. We could've had a grand time."//@@ you muttered.
The mother sneered at you, @@color:orange; //"$you.fakefirstName."//@@And then she was gone. You watched her herd her children into a nearby alley and vanish. You grinned. If you were a $you.fakefirstName, and heaped in with Amazons, well that was just fine with you. They looked like a lot of fun.
Spotting a woman in a bright green skirt, red off-the-shoulder blouse, and a ton of jewelry strutting down the street, trading cat-calls with the locals, you decided that was a good a direction to head as any. A moment later she turned down a narrow street, and you followed. And was plunged into shadow.
Thr stone buildings leaned toward each other overhead, the air filled with lines laden with drying clothes. So many flapping clothes that you struggled to determine how many floors the structures had, but guessed the tallest at four or five levels. Indeed, they were some of the tallest buildings you had seen in this world.
The street was a different matter. The first thing that hit you was the warrring smells and the din of humanity. Roasting goat, spices, feces, and unwashed humanity. You couldn't walk without constantly brushing against other pedestrians. Men, women, and children spoke, shouted, and laughed. Every domestic animal you knew lived amidst that packed humanity, and bellowing, lowing, braying, or barking.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-1b">><</link>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>And then the colors hit you. Every color in the rainbow, and some invented by man. The stalls and shops that lined the street displayed their wares, most of which were dyed the brighest of colors. You pushed through the crowd, marveling at all the sights and smells. There were cafes, bakeries, and even an apothecary shop.
<img src="images/zarana/zarana5.webp" alt="you running late" class="center">
You hurried into the relative peace of the shop. A young doe-eyed beauty looked up and smiled. She had long, black hair, a fair complexion, and a body to die for. Her bright, daring attire reminded you of old gypsy women.
@@color:violet; //"Greetings, kind sir, how may I serve you this fine day?"//@@ she asked, her voice just as gentle as her eyes. @@color:violet; //"A charm to charm a lover? Or one to fend off lice?"//@@
<<speech "You">>Lice? Like fleas?<</speech>>
@@color:violet; //"Yes, we have both kinds of charms,"//@@ she said, nodding eagerly.
Well, the fact they thought it necessary to create such charms was distressing. That meant there was a problem with body lice and fleas. Probably bed bugs, too. Okay, your dream world wasn't perfect after all.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-class1">><</link>><<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>><<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<</nobr>><<else>><</if>>
<<speech "You">>Do you have mosquitoes?<</speech>>
@@color:violet; //"Oh, they are horrid during the rainy season! I have those charms over here."//@@
<<speech "You">>I'd like to play with your talismans.<</speech>>
Looking at her high, proud breasts and deep cleavage. She cocked her head, grinning even fiercer.
<<speech "You">>Did you hear me?<</speech>>
@@color:violet; //"Lucky for you, my husband did not."//@@
Lucky indeed. You browsed the shelves, not really interested in buying anything.
<<speech "You">>Well, Miss, I'm afraid your wares are too rich for this simple $you.fakefirstName. But maybe you could tell me where I can find some actual beer.<</speech>>
@@color:violet; //"Then you are in the wrong part of the town."//@@ She stepped out into the street with you, pointing higher up the winding street. @@color:violet; //"At the top of this next hill is a small plaza. Take the first street to the right, and you'll quickly find a tavern under a cloth shop. They serve beer."//@@
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<</nobr>><<else>><</if>><<if $lesson3==1 and $lesson2==1>>
Talking about their deepest sexual fears will probably be a pretty sensitive subject. You might be able to find ways to take advantage of the girls' vulnerabilities.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-class3">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson3==1 and $lesson2==2>>
Talking about their deepest sexual fears will probably be a pretty sensitive subject. You might be able to find ways to take advantage of the girls' vulnerabilities.
<<speech "You">>Can we stop with the act? You were uncomfortable in previous classes too, but then you just pushed through it and we ended up having good discussions. You all remember that. So stop fucking around and someone start talking.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-class3">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>>You quickly reached the plaza, turned right and discovered what the gypsy woman meant by @@color:white; //"underneath a cloth shop."//@@ There was a stairwell between a cloth merchant's shop and a burnt out ruin. The door below opened into a space under the shop. You stepped inside finding it refreshingly cool, but thick with choking smoke. Grim looking men and women slanted hostile looks your way, before turning back to their cups.
<img src="images/zarana/zarana8.gif" alt="Katie in office" class="center">
<<if $lesson3==2>>@@color:grey; //"Must be this world's Mos Eisly."//@@
You headed for the only empty table, dead center in the tavern. Men and women stiffened as you approached them, so you took extra care to not so much as brush against anyone. Everyone was spoiling for a fight. You wondered if you'd made a mistake not leaving immediately.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-class3">><</link>>
<<else>>
<</if>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
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<</nobr>>
<<speech "Tessa">>The watch is blocking the other end.<</speech>>
You looked around frantic. If you was arrested, how long would you be in jail? The Salty Swallow would not wait for long once the repairs were completed. Maybe Kaaki was right, and you shouldn't have gone into town.
Spotting an open second floor window, you helped Tessa up. She vanished inside, amid male and female cries of surprise. A moment later, Tessa lowered a blanket that you quickly climbed up. An elderly couple stood in the corner, with the old man wielding a small knife in their defense.
<<speech "You">>Just passing through, Old Man.<</speech>>
Just as watch bells arrived below the window. Men and women cursed and shouted. You heard a few meaty thumps and grunts of agony. That's all you needed to know. You and Tessa headed for the stairs, and then the front door. They heard bells ringing on that street, too.
<<speech "Tessa">>Follow me.<</speech>>
Tessa ducked into another alley. The alley was the narrowest, trashiest yet. You found yourself constantly tripping over the debris of civilized life, and a few passed out drunks. At least you hoped they were just passed out.
<<speech "Tessa">>Up and over.<</speech>>
Tessa said, stopping below a ten foot stone wall.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-office1">><</link>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>You turn to look at her and she smiles at you. She leans in and starts kissing you and rubbing her hands all over your body. You can't help but kiss her back. Your hands groping her gigantic boobs.
<<speech "Tessa">>You seem to like me breasts. I noticed you've been staring at them a lot.<</speech>>
She starts rubbing your cock through your pants. It's rock hard already, and this is making it harder.
<<speech "You">>It's a temple, we shouldn't. It's...<</speech>>
<<speech "Tessa">>Naughty? Forbidden? Fucking HOT?<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "lauren office4c">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg youroffice>>
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<</nobr>>You slowly entered the temple, all crouched over like a thief in the night. Tessa walked in like she lived there.
<<speech "Tessa">>Stop acting creepy. The temple is open day and night. No one will suspect us of anything, unless you act all guilty.<</speech>>
The Temple of the Sea God was an open-air affair. You found yourself standing in the center of the round structure, with a marble dome held high by fluted columns. The floor was a multicolored deck, with a dozen small alters evenly spaced around the perimeter.
Color was the rule there. The altars all had painted statues of the very naked god, and even the fluted columns were painted in a deep aqua blue. The domed ceiling remained mostly white marble inside, but an epic sea battle was painted upon it.
And then.
<<speech "You">>This is a map of the world.<</speech>>
<<speech "Tessa">>Part of it. The best part.<</speech>>
<img src="images/zarana/zaranatemple2.jpg" alt="your computer screen" class="center">
She walked over to a spot on the Southern Land's northern coast and laughed with evil glee.
<<speech "Tessa">>This is where Captain Stagnetti lives. Tal Keer. So this is where he'll put his enslaved princess in her proper place. And good riddance.<</speech>>
Tal Keer? The map indicated a city at the base of a coastal mountain range. Princess Isabella was there? And what did Tessa mean by @@color:white; //"enslaved?"//@@ For some reason, you felt anger welling up. Why should you care about the fate of some pampered princess? Yet...
<<link "CONTINUE" "mikayla office4b">><</link>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>Tessa tightened her grip on your hand, and stealthily backed us up to the burnt out shop.
<br><<if $you.warrior gte 1>>(<span class="warrior">Warrior</span>) <<link "Kick the door down" "wednesday 4-gloria1f">><</link>><<elseif $you.warrior lt 1>>(<span class="warrior">Warrior</span>) <span class="disabled">Kick the door down</span><<else>><</if>>
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<br><<if $you.barbarian gte 1>>(<span class="barbarian">Barbarian</span>) <<link "Shoulder charge the door" "wednesday 4-gloria1e">><</link>><<elseif $you.barbarian lt 1>>(<span class="barbarian">Barbarian</span>) <span class="disabled">Shoulder charge the door</span><<else>><</if>>
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<br><<if $you.rogue gte 1>>(<span class="rogue">Rogue</span>) <<link "Pick the lock" "wednesday 4-gloria1g">><</link>><<elseif $you.rogue lt 1>>(<span class="rogue">Rogue</span>) <span class="disabled">Pick the lock</span><<else>><</if>>
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>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>THE END
Please go back a page to save your game. Thank You!!!!
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><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>
<<speech "You">>Where are we?<</speech>>
<<speech "Tessa">>Temple of the Sea God, safe haven.<</speech>>
Good enough for you. You helped Tessa up and then did a running start to leap up and grab hold of the top edge. You hauled yourselves over into a manicured garden, full of fruit trees and flower beds. The marble temple loomed above it all.
<<speech "Tessa">>Thank you for helping me escape. Let's rest for a second, please.<</speech>>
You and Tessa rest on a nearby bench. You're lost in thought, while you catch your breath. Then you hear a voice from beside you.
<br><<if $you.lover gte 4>>(<span class="lover">Min. Lover 4</span>) <<link "Tessa gives you a reward" "lauren office4a">><</link>><<elseif $you.lover lt 4>>(<span class="lover">Min. Lover 4</span>) <span class="disabled">Tessa gives you reward you</span><<else>><</if>>
<br>
<br><<if $you.rascal gte 4>>(<span class="rascal">Min. Rascal 4</span>) <<link "Take your reward from Tessa" "lauren office4b">><</link>><<elseif $you.rascal lt 4>>(<span class="rascal">Min. Rascal 4</span>) <span class="disabled">Take your reward from Tessa</span><<else>><</if>>
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OR you could <<link "SPEND ONE <span class='confidence'>CONFIDENCE POINT</span> to unlock any of these options." "wednesday 4-office1a">><<set $you.confidence-=1>><</link>>
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<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
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<</nobr>>
<<speech "Tessa">>What's your poison, big boy?<</speech>>
She was tall, big-boned, and busty. And she had the most wicked eyes you'd ever seen.
<<speech "You">>Beer, baby. I've gone too long without a real beer.<</speech>>
<<speech "Tessa">>Good choice. Old Faar brews up the best beer in Qum.<</speech>>
She leaned over the table to look you straight in the eye. Her boobs proved much larger than you at first realized, and you found yourself staring into her cleavage.
<<speech "Tessa">>I'm Tessa. Let me see your coin.<</speech>>
You untied your coin purse and plopped it on the table. Her eyes widened, and then a sultry smile spread across her face.
<<speech "Tessa">>I think I love you, big boy.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Keep that thought.<</speech>>
You winked and then watched her hips as she made her way through the tavern. Men reached out to swat and pinch her, which she responded to by laughing. You wondered if she really enjoyed it, but her expression and body language screamed she relished the attention.
@@color:grey; //"Now that is a proper tavern wench. Wild and sexy, and with a devil may care attitude. I approve of this wench."//@@
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<<else>>
<</if>><<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
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<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-class5">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson3==2>>
<img src="images/zarana/zarana10.jpg" alt="your computer" class="center">
You chuckled to yourself, before doing a covert look around. Most were male, but you spotted a few women. Even two women dressed like warriors, complete with swords. The patrons gave the distinct vibe that they didn't appreciate any scrutiny. Everyone kept their eyes down and focused on their cups. There was four odd looking women in the corner playing a slow, soulful song on flutes and string instruments. Tessa returned with four cups of beer. She plopped down on your lap, before handing you one of the cups.
<<speech "Tessa">>Does my lord wish to buy me a cup?<</speech>>
You quirked a brow at the wooden tray with three more cups. A hint? Antipaction on her part? You looked down into her cleavage, and then up into her smirking face. You grinned.
<<speech "You">>Of course. Every man lives to drink with beautiful women.<</speech>>
You took a sip while she picked up one of the cups. It was definitely beer, but not like any beer you'd ever tasted. It was room temperature and flat. No fizz whatsoever. But did home brew have fizz? Then you realized that such a primitive world probably hadn't discovered carbonation.
<<speech "You">>So tell me, Tessa, are you from Zarana?<</speech>>
<<speech "Tessa">>No. I'm Kandosian born.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Really, I just left Kandos.<</speech>>
<<speech "Tessa">>Did you know Princess Isabella was just kidnapped by Captain Stagnetti? A toast! To Captain Stagnetti's victory over the House Royal! May Princess Isabella choke on his cock for a thousand years!<</speech>>
That was a surprise. Did anyone from Kandos actually like their royal family?
A trio of twisted, angry looking men stepped up. You slanted an annoyed look up at their scowling faces. Maybe they were loyal Kandosians offended by Tessa's toast.
@@color:limegreen; //"I don't like you, pretty boy,"//@@ one of them said, leaning over to glare into your eyes.
You wondered if this was when you had to chop off one of their arms and escape the city on a tramp freighter.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-class5">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<</nobr>><<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<</nobr>><<else>><</if>><<if $lesson3==1>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>But isn't all faith blind? You have to trust in something that you can't see.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-class6">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson3==2>>
<img src="images/zarana/zarana11.jpg" alt="your computer" class="center">
Your mind raced through the options and scenarios. The chances of avoiding a fight looked nil to none. So you needed an advantage, a ploy, something. Each of the three men looming over you and Tessa were at least as large and muscular as you. And they looked a lot meaner.
<<speech "You">>That's because you don't know me. I'm a really fun fellow. Tell them, Tessa.<</speech>>
You dug your fingers into Tessa's ribs, taking her by surprise. She proved very ticklish, and screamed. Tessa struggled, giggled, and kicked her feet. And one foot went up between the legs of the trio's spokesman.
<img src="images/zarana/zarana12.gif" alt="your computer" class="center">
He kind of looked sick for a second there, then his two friends attacked.
You pushed Tessa out of your lap and straight into the attackers. You tried to turn in your seat to escapr, but toppled over backwards instead. That bumped a big bruiser at the next table, who hauled you up and punched you in the face.
<img src="images/zarana/zarana13.gif" alt="your computer" class="center">
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-class6">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
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The class is still in a state of shock after what just happened. Alyssa sits in her desk with a satisfied smile on her face.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-class7">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson3==2>>
<img src="images/zarana/zarana14.gif" alt="your computer" class="center">
<<speech "Tessa">>Fight!<</speech>>
The entire tavern erupted. All those big, grim men suddenly looked alive, excited and happy. Fighting gave them joy, and you realized you rather enjoyed it, too. So you rolled back to your feet, swinging left and right indiscriminately. Men cursed, spat, and howled in fury.
And the little quartet in the corner changed their tune to a jaunty little song.
You spotted Tessa under the table on all fours. To your surprise, her eyes glittered with wicked delight, and then she darted out on hands and knees to pluck an unconcious man's purse away. As she returned under the table, you looked around and discovered she wasn't the only one robbing the down and out.
<img src="images/zarana/zarana15.gif" alt="your computer" class="center">
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-class7">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<</nobr>><<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<</nobr>><<else>><</if>><<if $lesson3==1>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>May I go?<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-class8">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson3==2>>
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@@color:grey; //"Bar room brawls for fun and profit. I could get used to this lif..."//@@
A ham-sized fist ploughed into your belly, doubling you up. Then a knee came out of nowhere to smash into your face. You fell back to the floor, black and white flashing behind your eyes. Then you felt a small hand at your waist, so you grabbed hold of your main purse. The purse with Queen Talia's gold and silver bangle. Your other hand grabbed the wrist of your would-be robber.
<<speech "Tessa">>Let go!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>What the hell?<</speech>>
She froze with that deer in headlights stare.
<<speech "Tessa">>I, uh, was just checking to see if you were still alive.<</speech>>
The big bruiser that first punched you landed next next to you. Boyh you and Tessa reached for his purse. It was a big one. Tessa proved faster, and already had a small blade in her left hand to cut cords. She wagged her brows at you and rolled away into the crowd. So you rolled back to your feet, before stomping down on the bruiser's upturn face.
You noticed your table was one of the only few still upright. Problem was, the purse that Anne gave you was gone. That was ninety percent of your wealth.
<br><<if $you.lover gte 3>>(<span class="lover">Min. Lover 3</span>) <<link "Escape" "tuesday 3-kristen1c">><</link>><<elseif $you.lover lt 3>>(<span class="lover">Min. Lover 3</span>) <span class="disabled">Escape</span><<else>><</if>>
<br>
<br><<if $you.rascal gte 3>>(<span class="rascal">Min. Rascal 3</span>) <<link "Recoup your losses" "wednesday 4-class8">><</link>><<elseif $you.rascal lt 3>>(<span class="rascal">Min. Rascal 3</span>) <span class="disabled">Recoup your losses</span><<else>><</if>>
<br>
OR you could <<link "SPEND ONE <span class='confidence'>CONFIDENCE POINT</span> to unlock any of these options." "wednesday 4-class9">><<set $you.confidence-=1>><</link>>
<<else>><</if>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<img src="images/zarana/zarana14.gif" alt="Katie in office" class="center">
<</nobr>>@@color:grey; //"Time to refinance my adventure,"//@@ you thought and jumped back into the fray.
You punched and kicked, you even threw elbows and knees. Every chance you got, you snatched up a coin purse. Whether it lay on the floor, or hung from a belt, in that tavern melee all was fair game. At least that's what you told yourself.
@@color:scarlet; //"No weapons! No weapons!"//@@ men shouted.
Too late.
The crash of steel echoed through the dark common room. You wondered how they fought, since the ceiling hung too low to properly wield steel. Knife fight, fine. Sword fight? Not recommended. And then an arrow zipped past your face.
Time to vacate the premises.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-class10">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
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Lover <<link "Escape" "tuesday 3-kristen1c">><</link>>
Rascal <<link "Recoup your losses" "wednesday 4-class8">><</link>>
<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>><<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>><<else>><</if>><<if $lesson3==1>>
<<speech "Lauren">>I'll go next.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-class11">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson3==2>>
<img src="images/zarana/zarana17.gif" alt="Katie in office" class="center">
Ducking and dodging, you made for the door. You wasn't the only one, Tessa was making her way there too.
<<speech "You">>Are we having fun yet?<</speech>>
Her eyes lit up.
<<speech "Tessa">>Hell yes!<</speech>>
An arrow thudded into the wall next to her head.
<<speech "Tessa">>Maybe not.<</speech>>
<<rascalGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-break1">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
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<<speech "Sophia">>Well, I think you all know how I ended up here at Harrington.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-class12">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson3==2>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-class12">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
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<<elseif $lesson3==2>>
You look at the clock on the wall and realize that class is almost over. The time really flies when you're all involved in these interesting discussions.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-break1">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<nobr>>
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Watch meant cops in fantasy land. Not good cops, either. Kandos taught you that. All armed local authorities were corrupt. And citizens were always believed over foreigners.
You grabbed Tessa's wrist and headed for the door.
<<speech "You">>Time to leave. I'm going to let you buy the next round.<</speech>>
She was clutching three purses, and you suspected she had others secreted within her clothes. They joined the general exodus out, going with the flow. But once outside, you heard bells ringing. Not church bells, but hand-sized bells.
<<speech "Tessa">>I hear the watch. Coming from both directions.<</speech>>
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<</nobr>>You can't believe that she's the one who's scared of you in this situation. You were the victim of an assault! She tased you! You almost shit yourself! And it was an experience you're not too keen on repeating. <<you "NO! You stay away from me!">> you yell. She's still panicking, but she looks a little confused as well now.
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<</nobr>>You put your hands up and try to look as non-threatening as you can. The last time this girl felt threatened, you ended up in a heap on the floor. Better try to calm her down. <<you "I'm not going to hurt you.">> you say.
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<<speech "You">>So, is it time for my reward for rescuing you?<</speech>>
<<speech "Tessa">>What reward?<</speech>>
You yank the front of her top down, exposing her giant breasts. She looks at you, surprised and confused.
<<speech "Tessa">>Why did you do that?<</speech>>
You look right at her and start unbuckling your pants.
<<speech "You">>Shut up. I'm in charge.<</speech>>
She gives you a sly smile. She sees where this is going.
<<speech "Tessa">>You don't get to tell me what to do.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You don't get to talk back to me.<</speech>>
<<speech "Tessa">>You don't get to get inside this unless you ask me nicely.<</speech>>
She says, pulling her panties to one side.
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<</nobr>>You push her back against the bench and line up your cock and shove it right in her mouth.
<<speech "You">>Didn't I tell you to shut up slut?<</speech>>
You pummel her throat from above while she opens wide and takes it. Spit and slobber drip down her face onto her big, floppy tits and dribble down to her already wet snatch. She's fingering herself furiously as you destroy her throat. At least it shut her up.
You know as long as your cock is balls deep in her slutty mouth, she'll keep quiet. You pull your cock out and she gasps several times for air. You grab her head and you thrust back into her throat and start pounding away. Her eyes roll back into her head at the facefucking she's receiving, but she doesn't struggle. This girl's done this shit before, you think... DEFINITELY. She keeps her composure as you continue to fuck her mouth. In and out you thrust your thick shaft and she takes every last inch of it.
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You're just about to tell her to put those tits to work, to get you off, but she seems to read your mind. With tits like those, it's probably easy to assume that a guy would want them wrapped around his dick. She's probably used to this. She squeezes them together and let's you fuck the soft wet space in between. Yep, she's DEFINITELY used to this, you think. Letting some of the drool fall out of her mouth and over her chest. You continue to pound her tits while you yank her head back by her hair, so you can look into her her eyes.
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<<speech "Tessa">>Fuck I want you in me! Fuck my pussy!<</speech>>
You grab her by the throat and push your hard cock all the way into her quivering pussy. She lets out a few loud moans. You keep a firm grip on her neck while you fuck her.
<<speech "Tessa">>Oh god yeah! Just how I like it!<</speech>>
Since it looks like you're not going to be able to plug her little mouth to keep her quiet, you're left with only one option. Fuck her so hard that she loses the ability to think, much less talk. You grab her hair and hold her hands behind her back as you jackhammer her pussy from behind. She moans and mumbles uninteligibly while her tits flop around and your balls slap hard against her backside. She's helpless to your pounding now. You're showing her what happens to little whores who think they're in charge.
You pound her pussy as deep and hard as you can, feeling your cock bump up against her cervix. She cries out with every thrust, her brain barely able to function with the pounding shes recieving.
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<<speech "Tessa">>You seem to like my breasts. I've noticed you staring at them a lot.<</speech>>
She starts rubbing your cock. It's rock hard already, and this is making it harder.
<<speech "You">>I love those big beautiful tits.<</speech>>
She giggles and smiles at you. Looks like that was the right answer. She pulls her panties to the side revealing her lucious pussy.
<<speech "Tessa">>Tell me more.<</speech>>
OK, you see what's going on here, and you're game.
<<speech "You">>The way your body looks... You make me really hard because your so hot.<</speech>>
She moans a little and speeds up her rubbing. It's really making you hard watching this, and you instinctively start rubbing your cock on top of your pants. She sees it and smiles.
<<speech "Tessa">>You can take it out, if you want.<</speech>>
It seems like she really wants you to, so... you do. You take out your cock and start jerking off next to her. She wraps a soft hand around your cock, while her other hand gently rubs her clit. She's nearly cumming right in front of you... and you barely know her!
You stand up in front of Tessa. Her tits are completely exposed, giving anyone who might happen to come back here a really nice show. But that doesn't seem to bother her one bit. She starts sucking your cock, firmly, deeply, taking it into her wet mouth. She spits on it and jerks it with her hand, all the while looking right at you with those big, sexy, brown eyes. Her tits jiggle enticingly as she does. They're most certainly her most striking asset. When you think about Tessa, you think about those tits. You watch her massive tits hanging out of her top, bounce up and down as your cock keeps disappearing in her pretty mouth.
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<</nobr>>You're just about to ask her to use those tits to get you off, but she seems to read your mind. With tits like those, it's probably easy to assume that a guy would want them wrapped around his dick. She's probably used to this. She squeezes them together and let's you fuck the soft wet space in between. Yep, she's DEFINITELY used to this, you think. Letting some of the drool fall out of her mouth and over her chest, she continues to work them around your shaft while continuing to suck the tip.
<<speech "You">>Tessa... I don't know how much more I can take!<</speech>>
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<</nobr>>She leans in and whispers in your ear.
<<speech "Tessa">>My pussy is so wet right now.<</speech>>
She takes your hand off her tit and puts it down her panties. You can feel her little pussy, and she wasn't lying! Tessa slides her panties aside. You get a look at her tight little pussy, and it's beautiful. She notices you looking and giggles a little.
<<speech "Tessa">>You like it?<</speech>>
You just nod. Tessa giggles again and turns around, shaking that little ass at you again. She bends over and you reach out and spread her ass apart, revealing her wet slit and cute asshole.
<<speech "Tessa">>I love it when you touch me!<</speech>>
You love it too.
<<speech "Tessa">>I need you inside me, NOW!<</speech>>
Who are you to argue with a hot girl? She puts her face down on the bench and sticks her ass up in the air, presenting her musky, warm pussy for you. You take no time to get inside it, sliding in and out passionately as she moans in ecstasy. Her cute ass jiggles with every push and you give it a few soft smacks, just for fun.
<<speech "Tessa">>Mmm... yeah! Right there! Just like that!<</speech>>
It's getting pretty steamy, and you pull out for a minute, just to cool off a little. She flips over on her back. She smiles at you, waiting for you to enter her once again. You slide your cock into her wet pussy and rub her clit as she moans and smiles. You can feel her tightening on your cock with every moan. She's really enjoying this, she bites her lip, lustily.
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<</nobr>>You slide your cock back into the warm embrace of her large tits. Tessa continues to keep her lips wrapped around your pulsing member, all the while sliding her slick tits along your shaft.
You pound your wet cock between her large tits, she squeezes her tits together more, giving you a perfect target for your load. You let loose a torrent of jizz all over her big soft tits. When you've finally got it all out, she sucks your cock clean and looks up at you with her gorgeous dark brown eyes.
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It takes you both a moment to recover from what just happened.
<<speech "Tessa">>I... haven't had fun like that in a while.<</speech>>
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<<speech "Kaaki">>Have fun, friend $you.firstName.<</speech>>
You paused after stepping off the gangway to look over the first mate more carefully. He wore the same undyed pants as the other sailors. Except for Captain Wu, none of the crew wore shoes.
<<speech "You">>Actually, I did. What's not to like? This is my first time on a sailing trip, and I just got lucky in town with a wild tavern wench.<</speech>>
The rest of the crew was running around to get the ship ready for departure. You spotted a pair of tugs out in the harbor making their way towards The Salty Swallow. It was still quite early in the morning, yet you got back just in time.
<<speech "You">>I don't suppose Captain Wu was planning to wait for me.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaaki">>Perish the thought.<</speech>>
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<</nobr>>Sailors hurried up to unlash the gangway, while others freed the moorings. The Salty Swallow began drifting away from the pier, and a moment later the tugs arrived. You and Kaaki stood together and watched the tugs pull the ship out to the middle of the harbor. Trumpets sounded, and the tugs released their lines.
Captain Wu shouted orders, And Ai relayed them down into the hold. You glanced at Kaaki.
<<speech "You">>Shouldn't you be sailing the ship?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaaki">>My junior is doing it today. She needs the practice more than I do.<</speech>>
Looking into the city, you found the Temple of the Sea God. That reminded you of the previous night. A plan already lay half-formed in your head. Take passage on ships like The Salty Swallow to Tal Keer. Study the situation. Rescue the princess. Be rewarded by her and her father, in their own different ways. Isn't that what heroes did?
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<<speech "You">>Do you know much about Kandos?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaaki">>A little. I am married to a Kandosian woman for thirty-one years, after all.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>So, do you know Captain Stagnetti?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaaki">>I don't know him but I know of him. He was a nobleman whose House is second in line to the kingship. He was exiled and went to Tal Keer last year. They call him the Pirate King.<</speech>>
You smiled, a thrill rippling up your spine. Perfect. The map in the temple showed Tal Keer about halfway down the coast of the southern continenet. You had no idea of the map's scale, or its accuracy.
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<<speech "You">>Why was he exiled?<</speech>>
Kaaki shrugged, glanced to look up and down the coast.
<<speech "Kaaki">>Stagnetti was engaged to marry Princess Isabella, but they say he conspired to otherthrow the king. If I understand it correctly, once married and his claim to the throne strengthened, he planned to kill King Talos and declare himself King of Kandos. Some say he as dark powers.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Is he a mage?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaaki">>Mage? Not that I know of. But you don't have to be a mage to use talismans.<</speech>>
Interesting. Did it mean if you could acquire some talismans, then you'd have magic to use in a fight. Doubtful, but interesting to find out.
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<</nobr>>Someone cried out, and the others rushed toward us.
You unleash your fury and shoulder tackle the door taking it clean off it's hinges.
Taking charge, you lead Tessa through the burnt and broken debris to a back door, without stopping to check if the door was open, you powered your way through, dumping you both into a dark alley
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<</nobr>>Someone cried out, and the others rushed to toward us.
You took control, wasting no time you booted the door open. You lead Tessa through the burnt and broken debris to a back door, speeding up you drop-kicked the door, dumping you into a dark alley.
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<</nobr>>You deftly set about picking the lock on the door. Just as you unlocked it someone cried out. The others rushed towards you.
You took control, leading Tessa through the burnt and broken debris to a back window. You picked up a charred chair and hurled it, breaking the window with a loud smash. You dived through the opening, dumping you into a dark alley.
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<</nobr>>You take control, pulling a vial from your pouch and pour it on the lock. It quickly destroys the lock allowing you entry.
Someone cried out, and the others rushed toward us. Tessa ducked inside, pulling you in after her. You took control, leading Tessa through the burnt and broken debris to a back window. Quickly prying it open, you jumped through dumping you into a dark alley.
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<</nobr>><<you "Well if you knew where we could get some better coffee, it would be my treat.">> you say. She smiles
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<</nobr>>You'd certainly rather have good coffee instead of whatever they have here in the breakroom, but that might end up being a big hassle. Besides, you're here, alone, with Gloria. She looks super hot and you'd like to try your chances with her if you can. <<you "Pour me a cup.">> you say. <<you "How bad can it be?">>
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<</nobr>>You both emerge on the other side of the fence. You're standing in front of what appears to be an abandoned swimming pool. It's a strange thing to find here in the middle of campus. You wonder why it's here, and why it's seemingly off limits. Gloria seems to notice your confusion. <<gloria "They closed it off last year. It used to be for the faculty. In fact, that little building out there used to be our faculty lounge building.">> she says.
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<</nobr>>Gloria looks at you like she wants to say something. You look back at her, waiting to hear it. <<gloria "So... I saw you staring at my tits the other day.">> she says, just as you take a sip of your coffee. You choke on it from the shock of her statement. You spend the next minute or so coughing loudly, trying to clear that little bit of coffee that went down the wrong tube.
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<</nobr>>They were soon sailing southward. For hours you leaned over the rail, squinting to see other ships and marine life. They were approaching an especiallly large city on the coast of Qum.
It was hard to judge the city's size from that far away. You could see docks and shipping along the shore side of the city. One sprawling structure was so massive it could only be a royal palace. A palace full of... Princesses?
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You wondered just how grateful Princess Isabella would be when you rescued her from Captain Stagnetti. Or, Queen Talia. Hell, just saving her from the slavers back on Kandos had her practically ripping your clothes off. Yeah, it was going to be epic.
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<</nobr>>Gloria gets up and takes you by the hand. You stand up too, wondering where exactly she's going with this. She's smiling at you with a look in her eye like she's got something planned.
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<</nobr>>CAUGHT.
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<</nobr>>Now that that's taken care of, you have some time to kill before lunch.
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<</nobr>>The shuttle bus drops you off in front of the apartment complex, and you're happy to see your home. With missing the shuttle multiple times today, it's been pretty stressful. You're looking forward to some leftovers and a beer before you pass out in your bed.
As the bus pulls away, you look over to the nearby parking lot and see Casey getting out of her car and locking it. If this were anyone else, and it were any other day, you'd probably say hello, but Casey makes you nervous. You hide behind the bus stop shelter and watch her through the windows. She doesn't notice you, and you're happy to keep it that way. She walks across the street to a small house and heads inside. So that's where she lives. It's REALLY close to you, you think. This could become a sticky situation.
Alyssa (and maybe Kaylee too) is trying to get you fired. You're pretty sure of it. She's trying to get you embroiled in some sexual scandal, and whether real or manufactured... even a whiff of it would be enough to make your life... difficult. Add to that the fact that you're already becoming pretty involved with some of your neighbors, and Casey lives about 100 yards away from you; your worlds are colliding... and you don't like it.
Now, however, is not the time to think about any of that. Now is the time for you to just go home and relax.
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<</nobr>>You sleep peacefully through the night.
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<</nobr>>Annie seems to be happy to see you. When you met her in her classroom the other day, you were an awkward, scared little mess. You were smitten by Annie and you had trouble putting even two words together. You recovered OK, she even gave you her phone number, but you don't want to get friendzoned. You decide to play her hot and cold, and now it's time for cold. <<you "Hey.">> you say, nonchalantly. She looks a little puzzled.
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<</nobr>>You look straight at Annie and you can feel beads of sweat starting to form on your forehead. You're trying to think of something witty and funny to say, but you can't think of anything. In fact, you're having trouble speaking in general right now. Annie is so goddamn beautiful that your brain has siezed up and you can't even function anymore.
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<</nobr>>It's better to try to make peace with Annie than to keep tormenting the girl. She seems pretty skittish and fragile. The old, psychopathic you would probably have emotionally and psychologically tortured her for fun... but you're trying to turn over a new leaf here on the island. Better be nice instead.
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<</nobr>><<annie "Hi, $you.fakefirstName?">> she says. She's not sure if she remembered your name right.
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<</nobr>><<annie "I just don't know what to do. My first reaction whenever I meet a man is to be scared that he's going to try to rape me.">> she says. You nod and let her continue. <<annie "And I KNOW that most men are not rapists, and I know that they're usually just trying to flirt with me or something, but I can't help it.">> she says.
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<</nobr>>The two of you make your way out of the building and sit down on a bench in front. Even though she's being friendly, you can tell from her body language that she's still a little uncomfortable. She sits a little farther from you on the bench than you would expect, and she has her hands folded on her lap. It's not that big of a deal, after all, she still doesn't really know you, and she's being cautious.
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<</nobr>>Annie giggles at that. <<annie "Men. My dad was right about you. You only think about one thing.">> she says. You smile at her.
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<</nobr>>You put your hands up, feigning surrender. <<you "Don't tase me!">> you say. She laughs.
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<</nobr>>You head into your apartment and close the door behind you. It feels good to be home. And you're really starting to think of this as your home now, even though it's only been a few days since you moved in.
You heat up some leftovers and gobble them down in front of the TV. You enjoy a few beers while you're at it. As it usually does these days, your mind drifts to thoughts of women. You're meeting so many of them, and they all seem to be interested in you in one way or another. And your students continue to surprise you as you get to know them better each day.
This choice you made to come to the island seems to be one that's working out, for the most part. Sure, there have been some little hiccups, if you can call them that, but you're still here, and you're still not fired. That may be a low bar after all, but it's the one you've got to work with, for now.
Feeling a sudden wave of drowsiness, you switch off the TV and drag your tired ass to bed. You flop down into the soft mattress and warm blankets. A little memory of some nightmare you had last night creeps into your mind, then creeps away just as quickly. You're just too tired to think about it. Before you know it, you've drifted off to sleep.
<<link "CONTINUE" "chapter 1.6end">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg breakroom>>
<img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1212.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left">
<img src="images/gloria/gloriasmile.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left">
<img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1211.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left">
<</nobr>><<you "Are you really still mad about me laughing at you in your classroom?">> you ask. She doesn't respond, she just frowns. <<you "Come on! Really? You seemed a lot tougher than that a few days ago.">> you say.
<<gloria "Fuck you! I'm tougher than you!">> she says, indignantly.
<<you "Really? Cause all I see is someone who can't take a harmless little joke.">> you say. She doesn't seem to like this very much. The last time she gave you that look, she tried to knee you in the balls. Better be prepared.
<<gloria "You know, the last time you talked to me like this, you almost lost your nuts. You'd better be careful what you say.">> she says. She's smiling, but you're not totally convinced she's not still planning to nutshot you.
<<you "Now there's the tough girl I remember!">> you say with a big smile. She laughs.
<<gloria "Girl, HA! That's rich. I'm almost old enough to be your mother!">> she say. She's being way too hard on herself. She's not even ten years older than you. And she's still hot as fuck so you couldn't care less how old she is.
<<you "I mean... yeah, if you had me when you were like 6 years old.">> you say. <<you "How old are you, anyway?">> you ask.
<<gloria "You cheeky fuck! You're not supposed to ask a woman that!">> she says, giving you a playful shove.
<<you "Oh damn! So you're 40 then, huh?">> you say. The smile immediately drops from her face.
<<gloria "I'M 39!">> she yells.
<<you "So, basically 40.">> you say. She is extremely displeased with you.
<<gloria "NO! BASICALLY 39!">> she says. She's really angry about this. It's not the first time you've seen her angry, for sure, but it is the first time you've seen her insecure.
<<you "I don't know why you're being so insecure about this. You look really great for your age.">> you say.
<<gloria "For my age?! Why the fuck did you have to add that at the end?">> she asks incredulously.
<<you "Because that's what we were talking about; your age.">> you say. You got here there, and she seems to realize it, but she still doesn't like it.
<<gloria "Still. Fuck you.">> she says. She pouts a little. It's pretty cute.
<<you "Where the fuck is that no-nonsense, boss ass bitch I met the other day?! She was fucking hot!">> you say. She realizes you're trying to pump her up and smiles.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-gloria1a1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg breakroom>>
<img src="images/gloria/gloriaannoyed.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left">
<img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1210.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"><</nobr>><<you "You know, the other day, I wasn't laughing at you.">> you say. She looks suspicious of you.
<<gloria "Oh really?">> she asks.
<<you "I was laughing NEAR you... about you.">> you say.
<<gloria "Yeah that sounds like the same thing.">>
<<you "They're similar, but there are distinctions.">> you say. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.
<<gloria "You know, you can just apologize. It doesn't make you any less of a man if that's what you're thinking.">> she says.
<<you "Really?">> you say, sarcastically.
<<gloria "Really!">> she replies with a smile.
<<you "OK then. I'm sorry if you felt I was laughing at you.">> you say. She looks at you sideways.
<<gloria "Well, that's not a real apology, but I'll take it.">> she says. <<gloria "So you're just here for the coffee, huh?">> she asks. Time to be honest.
<<you "Well, I did have coffee on my mind. Then again, I always have coffee on my mind.">> you say. She laughs. <<you "But actually, I thought I saw you come in here and I wanted to see if I was right.">> you say.
<<gloria "Well, now that you know you were right, what are you gonna do about it?">> she asks with a flirty smile.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-gloria1b1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg breakroom>>
<img src="images/gloria/gloriasmile1.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left">
<img src="images/wednesday4/gropetits.jpg" alt="groping tits" class="left">
<img src="images/wednesday4/rubcock.jpg" alt="getting your cock rubbed" class="left">
<img src="images/wednesday4/grabpussy.gif" alt="grabbing pussy" class="left">
<</nobr>>She quickly steps forward and grabs you, pushing you up against the counter and pushing her body against yours. Her face is inches from yours. She looks you in the eyes. <<gloria "You mean this boss ass bitch?">> she asks.
<<you "There she is!">> you say. She smiles and purrs with arousal, grabbing a huge handful of your ass. You match her aggressiveness, grabbing her hair and pulling. She grinds agianst you even harder. You grab her by the arm with your other hand and spin her around so that you are now standing behind her against the counter. You grind your body against her's and though she struggles against your strength, she smiles and grinds back the whole time.
<<nobr>><<link "''//The two of you are locked in a little sexual power struggle//''">><<set $gloria.note6=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Gloria Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("gloria notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>> right here in the teacher breakroom, and it's escalating. You start roughly manhandling her tits through her clothes. She reaches down and starts rubbing your cock through your pants. This is starting to get really heavy.
<<gloria "You think you're in charge here mister?!">> she asks, defiantly.
<<you "I own you, bitch!">> you say. She squeezes your junk a little harder than you would like. You instinctively take your hands off her tits and reach down to try to get her to stop. This only makes her hold on even stronger.
Stalemate.
She grabbed you by the balls, so it's only fair that you return the favor. You reach under her skirt and grab her by the pussy. She gasps and looks you right in the eyes. The two of you look right at each other for a moment, both of you holding tight to the other's most sensitive parts. You smile at her lustily, and she smiles right back.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-gloria1a2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg breakroom>>
<img src="images/gloria/gloriagrope.jpg" alt="groping gloria" class="left">
<img src="images/gloria/glorialicknipple.jpg" alt="gloria lick nipple" class="left">
<img src="images/gloria/gloriablow.jpg" alt="gloria blowing you" class="left">
<img src="images/gloria/gloriasmile.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left">
<</nobr>>You and Gloria are getting really hot and heavy here in the breakroom. You're both roughly handling each other and your lust threatens to overcome you both. In a moment of clarity, you look up at the door and realize that anyone could walk in on you two at any moment. You pull away from Gloria and she pulls away too. She looks at you, confused. You point to the door. She looks over at it and then smiles at you. She understands.
You grab her by the arm and lead her around the corner to another area of the breakroom that is out of view of the door. You grab her by the waist and lift her up, sitting her down on the counter here. She giggles with delight and paws at you, lustily. You notice there are some paintbrushes drying on the counter. Someone must have been using the sink here to clean them. It gives you an idea.
You roughly pull down Gloria's top, revealing her fucking gorgeous fake tits. They are a work of art, so it only makes sense what you are about to do. You take a paintbrush and start teasing her nipple with it while you suck on the other one. She giggles and moans with pleasure, spreading her legs and fondling herself through her panties. <<gloria "Oh my God yes!">> she moans as you slap the wet paintbrush against her hard nipple.
Your cock is like an iron rod in your pants. You grind it against her leg, trying to find any little bit of friction to increase your pleasure. After a minute or so of this, you simply can't take it any longer. You pull away from Gloria, unbutton your pants and whip out your cock.
Gloria's eyes open wide at the sight of it. She smiles devilishly as she hops down from the counter and grasps your hard dick in her hand. The two of you make out sloppily as she strokes your cock and you finger her pussy under her skirt. Then, suddenly, she pulls away. You look at her, breathless and frustrated. She smiles and slowly drops to her knees. <<gloria "Fuck my mouth, $you.fakefirstName.">> she says. You don't usually like taking orders from a woman... but you'll make an exception here.
You shove your cock in her wet, horny mouth and she starts sucking you off like she's trying to swallow your entire body, penis first. <<you "OH FUCK GLORIA!">> you moan loudly. It's one of the most aggressive blowjobs you've ever received. You feel like you may bust your nut in her mouth any second, even though she's only been sucking you off for less than a minute or two.
You're lost in a passionate trance-like state when, suddenly, Gloria stops sucking and removes her mouth from your member. You look down at her, and she holds her finger up to her lips. <<gloria "Shhh...">> she whispers. You listen, and hear voices coming from the front area of the breakroom. FUCK! Did we just get caught?! You listen closely. The voices sound calm and happy, laughing and joking with each other. They don't suspect a thing.
Gloria stands up quietly and you pull up your pants. She leans in and whispers in your ear. <<gloria "What do we do?">> she asks. You whisper back.
<<you "You go out first. I'll follow after a minute or two.">> you say. She smiles and nods her understanding. Before she leaves, she gives your cock one last rub through your pants. Goddamn, Gloria is fun! She walks out to the other area and says a quick hello and goodbye to the women out there. You wait a few minutes and do the same. As you exit into the hallway, you see Gloria standing against the wall a few doors down. She sees you and winks. You smile back and the two of you go your seperate ways, with no one the wiser about what just happened in the breakroom.<<set $gloria.second=1>>
<<rascalGain 1>>
<<glorialustGain 1>>
<<glorialoyaltyGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-lunch">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg breakroom>>
<img src="images/gloria/gloriagrope.jpg" alt="groping gloria" class="left">
<img src="images/gloria/glorialicknipple.jpg" alt="gloria lick nipple" class="left">
<img src="images/wednesday4/fingersuck.jpg" alt="sucking finger" class="left">
<img src="images/gloria/gloriaeatout.jpg" alt="eating gloria out" class="left">
<img src="images/gloria/gloriapanic.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left">
<img src="images/gloria/gloriasmile.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left">
<</nobr>>Gloria turns around and starts grinding her ass against your crotch. She's pinning you up against the counter with her body. <<you "Oh fuck!">> you say as your cock hardens.
<<gloria "Grab my tits, baby!">> she says. She grabs your hands and puts them on her tits. You squeeze and rub them through her clothes as she keeps grinding on your dick. <<gloria "Yeah baby! Just like that!">> she says. You're losing yourself in this incredibly erotic moment. You close your eyes and focus on the sensations.
She reaches her hands up and puts them over yours, forcing you to squeeze her tits even harder. She moans and squeals with delight. Without thought, you start to pull her top down, trying to expose what you are pretty sure are perfect tits; likely fake, but fucking perfect nonetheless. She stops you.
You both take a second to catch your breath. She grabs you by the hand and leads you around the corner into another area of the breakroom that is out of view of the door. Good thinking! There are some tables and another sink in this area. It looks like this sink is being used by the art department for cleaning paintbrushes. Gloria hops up on the counter and smiles seductively at you. She pulls down her top and reveals her breasts. You were right about them, they're fake, but also fucking perfect!
She picks up one of the paintbrushes and starts teasing her nipple with it.
Then, suddenly, you hear the door open around the corner, and voices in the other part of the breakroom. You're no longer alone. Gloria has her eyes closed and doesn't seem to notice. You quickly cover her mouth with your hand to keep from giving yourselves away. She opens her eyes and looks at you, breathless and confused. <<you "Shhh...">> you say, quietly. She hears the voices and understands the situation. Her eyes widen in panic.
You remove your hand from her mouth and very quietly help her get down from the counter. The two of you take a moment to straighten out your clothes, your hair, and your fucking hormones. Your cock is now fully limp; made so by your sudden panic. Gloria whispers to you, <<gloria "What now?">>
<<you "I'll leave first... you follow a few minutes later.">> you say. She nods her understanding and give you a little anxious smile. You smile back and give her ass a playful squeeze. She gives you another smile. You let her go with a little wink, then walk around the corner into the front of the breakroom. Two women standing near the coffee maker look up and smile at you. <<you "Ladies.">> you say with a nod and a smile. You swiftly walk past them and out the door into the hallway. You walk a ways down the hall and pull out your phone, pretending to be checking it. You're really just keeping an eye on the breakroom door, hoping to see Gloria come out unscathed.
After a minute or two, she does so. You look up at her and smile. She smiles back then heads off in the other direction. You put your phone away and head for the exit, leaving Gloria behind. Fuck that was fun! You hope you and Gloria can continue where you left off the next time you see her.<<set $gloria.second=2>>
<<loverGain 1>>
<<glorialoveGain 1>>
<<glorialoyaltyGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-lunch">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg breakroom>>
<img src="images/monday2/coffee.jpg" alt="coffee" class="left">
<img src="images/gloria/gloriasmile1.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left">
<img src="images/gloria/gloriasunday1210.jpg" alt="gloria" class="left"><</nobr>><<you "Well, first I'm gonna ask you for some of that coffee.">> you say. She smiles and pours you a cup. She hands it to you and you take a sip. It's absolutely dreadful coffee. You probably should have expected that. It takes all your restraint not to spit it back in her face.
<<gloria "Pretty good, huh?">> she says. You give her a look like she's fucking crazy, then you see her smile and realize she's joking. She knows how terrible the coffee is and she was setting you up.
<<you "You set me up!">> you say, still trying to get the horrible taste out of your mouth. She laughs.
<<gloria "Oh baby! Call it a Harrington rite of passage.">> she says. You pour the coffee down the sink and look back at her.
<<you "A coming of age?">> you ask. She smiles and nods. <<you "OK. I can accept that.">> you say. She's laughs again, this time even harder. <<you "I would tell you to stop laughing at me, but I guess I deserve it a little.">> you say.
<<gloria "Yeah, mister, you do!">> she says.
<<you "So are we even now?">> you ask. She thinks about it for a moment.
<<gloria "Well... I don't know...">> she says.
<<you "Is this like 'haze the new guy,' or something?">> you ask. A devilish smile appears on her face.
<<gloria "No, but that sounds like a great idea.">> she says. She takes a step towards you. After your encounter in the classroom, you instinctively lift your leg to again protect your nuts. She gets right next to you and puts her hand on your leg, slowy pushing it back down to the ground. <<gloria "Don't worry baby. Those nuts are safe for now.">> she says.
<<you "Then what are you doing?">> you ask. She smiles, grabs your ass with both hands, and <<nobr>><<link "''//pulls you towards her so that your bodies grind against each other.//''">><<set $gloria.note7=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Gloria Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("gloria notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>>
<<gloria "You'll see.">> she says.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-gloria1b2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/annie/anniethink.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<img src="images/annie/anniethink1.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<</nobr>>You smile devilishly at her. <<you "Well well well. Look who I found.">> you say. She looks extremely uncomfortable. She doesn't want to be here AT ALL. But she's stuck at this dead end hallway, and you're between her and the exit.
<<annie "Excuse me. I need to go.">> she says, not looking you in the eye. She starts to walk past you, but you step in front of her. She stops.
<<you "Hey, are you still upset about what happened in your classroom the other day?">> you ask. She doesn't look at you.
<<annie "No.">> she says, quietly. You definitely don't believe her. She seems traumatized, and - sick little fuck that you are - it's turning you on.
<<you "Oh I don't know if I believe you.">> you say. <<you "You're shaking like a leaf!">>
<<annie "I'm fine, but I need to leave.">> She says, still not making eye contact.
<<you "What's the hurry? I just want to talk.">> you say with a smile. She looks up at you and you can see that she is, indeed, quite scared and upset, but doing her best not to show it.
<<annie "It's been a long day. I just want to go home.">> she says. She keeps looking at you with pleading eyes. <<annie "Please?">>
She's asking your permission to leave. Goddamn that's fucking hot! You're controlling her simply with your presence. She's so fragile... and you hold her in the palm of your hand.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-annie1a1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/annie/anniesurprised.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<img src="images/annie/anniethink1.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<</nobr>>You reach out and start playing with her hair a little. She certainly doesn't like it, but she remains frozen in place while you do it. <<you "You know, Annie... it's kinda dangerous for a little hottie like you to be walking around all alone, don't you think?">> you ask. She shivers.
<<annie "I'm fine. Thank you.">> she says in a whisper, her voice barely audible.
<<you "Wouldn't you like me to walk you home?">> you ask. You don't really know where she lives, and it's probably not walking distance, but you're really just fucking with Annie; having a little fun.
<<annie "No thank you.">> she says.
<<you "You sure? There are some real creepy guys out there.">> you say. <<you "I'm sure your daddy warned you about them, right.">> you ask. She seems to be even more freaked out now. She recoils and tries to back away from you until she's pressed right up against the wall.
<<annie "It's OK. Really. I'll be fine.">> she says. You reach out and touch her cheek. She trembles.
<<you "We wouldn't want anything bad to happen to daddy's little girl, now would we?">> you ask. She stands there frozen while you stroke her cheek, softly.
<<annie "Please. I'm fine.">> she whispers. You look her up and down with a leering gaze. She's fine alright.
<<you "Well then... you'd better be on your way.">> you say. You step back giving her a clear path to the exit.
<<annie "Thank you.">> she says. Without looking at you, she quickly walks to the exit and heads out the doors to the building. You take a moment then follow her out.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-annie1a2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/wednesday4/bikerack.jpg" alt="bike rack" class="left">
<img src="images/wednesday4/keys.jpg" alt="handing over keys" class="left">
<img src="images/wednesday4/helmet.jpg" alt="handing over bike helmet" class="left">
<img src="images/annie/anniesurprised.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<</nobr>>When you get outside, you see Annie almost running over to a nearby bike rack. She struggles to unlock her bike and get her helmet on. You call over to her. <<you "You need some help there, Annie?">> you ask.
<<annie "No thank you!">> she yells with a hint of panic in her voice. She's still trying to get the bike unlocked as you start walking towards her. She sees you coming closer and starts to panic even more.
<<you "Are you sure? Looks like you're having a tough time over there.">> you say.
<<annie "NO! I'm fine!">> she yells. She's super freaking out. You just keep slowly and steadily walking towards her.
<<you "I think you have the wrong key there.">> you say. She's frantically trying to fit the wrong key into the bike lock. You keep walking towards her. She keeps panicking. Eventually, you end up right next to her. She stops struggling with the keys and freezes. You reach out your hand. <<you "Here. Let me try.">> you say. Without looking at you, she hands you the keys.
You look at all of them for a moment, and then find the one that looks like it would go with the bike lock. You bend down and unlock her bike for her. She stands there, frozen. You undo the lock and hand it to her along with the keys. She's about to get on the bike and tear ass out of there when you take her helmet from behind the bike seat and hold it out for her to take.
<<you "Safety first, Annie.">> you say. <<you "It's a dangerous world out there.">>
<<annie "Thanks.">> she says as she takes the helmet from you. She quickly puts it on and then gets her bike and rides away. You've succeeded in freaking her out, that's for sure. Little Annie. <<nobr>><<link "''//Like a scared chipmunk or something.//''">><<set $annie.note5=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Annie Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("annie notes").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</link>>
<</nobr>> Damn, that makes you hard.
You're thinking about possible ways to fuck with Annie in the future when you see the bus pull up. You smile and hop on, finding a seat and relaxing for the short ride to your apartment complex. You hope you'll see little Annie again real soon.<<set $annie.second=1>>
<<rascalGain 1>>
<<annielustGain 1>>
<<annieloyaltyGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-end">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/annie/anniepout.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<</nobr>><<you "Hey hot stuff!">> you say. You give her a big smile and she smiles back.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-annie1c1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<</nobr>>Annie is hurrying out of the building. You walk behind her, trying to keep up. <<you "Did I do something wrong?">> you ask. Annie keeps walking but responds.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-annie1c2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<</nobr>>You follow Annie out of the building and down the steps. <<you "So when am I gonna get to see you again?">> you ask. She turns to look at you. From her expression, she still looks like she's uncomfortable with your advances.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-end">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<img src="images/annie/anniepout.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<</nobr>>When you get outside, you find a bench in front of the building and sit down. After a minute or so, you see Annie come out the front doors of the building. She sees you sitting there. You can see from her expression that she's thinking about just leaving, but instead, she comes over to where you're sitting. <<annie "Can I sit with you?">> she asks. You don't say anything. You just shrug. She looks confused and a little annoyed, but she sits down anyway.
The two of you sit in silence for a minute. Then she tries to get the conversation going again. <<annie "So did you ever manage to find your office?">> she asks. I sure did, you think to yourself, remembering some of the more interesting and sexy encounters you've had in there so far.
<<you "I did.">> you say. She's waiting for you to say more on the subject, but you don't. You just look away and keep waiting for the bus. You're not looking at her, but you can guess that she's even more confused and probably even more annoyed wtih you now.
<<annie "That's good. And you found your classroom too?">> she asks. Without looking at her, you silently nod. You hear her scoff. Without even looking at her, you can tell she's not happy with you. <<annie "Hey, did I do something wrong?">> she asks. You turn and look at her.
<<you "Why would you think that?">> you ask.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-annie1g2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/annie/anniecautious.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<img src="images/annie/anniesmile.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<img src="images/annie/anniesmile1.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<img src="images/annie/anniekiss.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<</nobr>><<you "Yeah, you really are.">> you say. She laughs. She must think you're being sarcastic too. <<you "I'm being serious.">> you say. She stops laughing and looks at you, confused.
<<annie "Do I really intimidate you?">> she asks.
<<you "Yes, you do. Every time I'm around you, I can't seem to think straight. I panic and I just want to run.">> you say.
<<annie "Why? I'm not some monster.">> she says, smiling.
<<you "I don't know. When I'm around you it feels like I'm in high school again, and I'm trying to ask my crush out to the homecoming dance or something.">> you say. She blushes and smiles.
<<annie "That's really sweet.">> she says.
<<you "Yeah, for you maybe. For me it's terrifying and humiliating.">> you say. You look away. You don't want to look at her; you're a little ashamed.
<<annie "Well, if we were in high school, and you asked me to the homecoming dance, I would DEFINITELY say yes!">> she says. You look back at her.
<<you "For real?">> you ask.
<<annie "Of course! I mean... I already agreed to let you take me to dinner, right?">> she reminds you. Oh yeah... that... happened.
<<you "Yeah, I remember something about that.">>
<<annie "Speaking of which, when are we doing that anyway?">> she asks. You immediately get nervous again at the prospect of having to try to be charming for an entire dinner with this fucking angel. She seems to notice. <<annie "You are so sweet, you know that?">> she says. Now it's your turn to blush.
<<you "Well... maybe we could... but I don't know... you might... ">> you stammer. Your words make no sense. You aren't even putting coherent thoughts together anymore. Suddenly, Annie kisses you.
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-annie1h2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/annie/anniepout.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<img src="images/annie/anniesurprised.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<img src="images/annie/anniepout.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<img src="images/annie/anniewtf.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<img src="images/sunday1/bus.jpg" alt="bus" class="left">
<</nobr>>She looks at you, annoyed and frustrated. <<annie "Because you're acting all weird and cold with me. You were so nice and charming yesterday. Did I do something to make you mad?">> she asks.
<<you "No. nothing.">> you say. Your minimal, emotionless answer doesn't satisfy her.
<<annie "Then why are you being like this?">> she asks.
<<you "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just being me.">> you say.
<<annie "No you're not! You're trying some stupid mind game on me and I don't appreciate it!">> she says. Looks like she's got you figured out. This may have backfired on you. You try to salvage the situation.
<<you "Sorry. Look, it's been a long day, and I'm just not myself right now, I guess.">> you say. She doesn't believe you.
<<annie "You know, guys always think that if they ignore women and treat them like shit, that we'll come chasing after you.">> she says. You're about to say something when she cuts you off. <<annie "And maybe there's some desperate women out there who'll fall for that. But not me!">> she says.
<<you "Annie, look...">> you start to say.
<<annie "No, you look! I'm not the kind of girl who's going to fawn over some asshole just hoping that he'll notice me. PLENTY of guys notice me!">> she says. With a body like hers, you know she's right. <<annie "And you know what? I like guys who are sweet and shy and maybe a little dorky!">> she says.
FUCK.
<<nobr>><<link "''//She's basically describing how you were acting the other day.//''">><<set $annie.note10=1>>
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<</nobr>> Maybe you weren't in danger of being friendzoned after all. <<you "Annie, I'm sorry. I don't know what I was doing.">> you say.
<<annie "So now you're the nice guy again?! How can I trust anything that comes out of your mouth?">> she asks. You try to think of something to say, but she doesn't give you a chance. <<annie "No. I can't do this.">> she says as she gets up to leave.
<<you "Annie, wait...">> you say.
<<annie "No thank you.">> she says. As she leaves, she turns back to you. <<annie "You know, I really liked you the other day. You were cute and funny and sweet. But now I don't know if that was the real you, of if you were just trying to play me.">> she says. <<annie "Either way, you blew it!">> she says.
She storms off in a huff. You really fucked that one up. Maybe you can salvage it at some point in the future, but it seems unlikely. As you sit and think about what a huge mistake it was to try to manipulate Annie's emotions, the bus pulls up. You get up and slowly walk over to it. You take a seat near the back and wait for it to drop you off at home.<<set $annie.second=7>>
<<rascalGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-end">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/annie/anniekiss.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">
<</nobr>>You feel a huge rush of adrenaline surging through your body. Annie is kissing you. You thought you were totally blowing this with your nervous stammering and running away and all. Turns out she likes you. You should have known, I mean... she did agree to go on a date with you. You were basically already in there with her, but just running in to her again seemed to make you forget everything and turn back into a wobbly mess.
She pulls away after a moment and looks into your eyes. You smile dumbly at her. She smiles back. <<you "Thank you.">> you say. She laughs.
<<annie "You're welcome?">> she says. Still awkward, and she still likes it, apparently.
<<you "I mean... thank you for shutting me up. I think I would have just kept stammering on and on if you hadn't and I just felt like such and idiot just talking and talking nonsense while you just...">>
She kisses you again. Thank God.
<<you "So are you going to kiss me everytime I blabber on and on like an idiot? Because if that's your plan, I gotta let you know, I think that there are some things that you may not...">>
She kisses you again. OK. I see how this works.
<<you "Like I was saying, I think that there may be some things that...">>
She kisses you again, this time much more passionately. Her hands find their way up to your face and she runs them through your hair. Her tongue explores your mouth. You can feel her soft, curvy body pressed against yours. Your dick springs to attention. After a minute of hot and heavy makeout, she pulls away and you both take a moment to catch your breath. <<you "I really like you.">> is all you can think to say.
<<annie "I really like you too.">> she says. <<annie "So you don't have to be so nervous and awkward around me.">> she says.
<<you "Yeah, but when I am... it seems to work out pretty well for me.">> you say. She giggles.
<<annie "Well, I can't argue with that.">> she says. You both stand there in silence for a moment. You feel like you should say something.
<<you "Would you like to wait for the bus with me?">> you ask. She smiles warmly.
<<annie "Of course I would!">> she says. The two of you head out of the building together and sit down on a bench out front. You chat while you wait for the bus. It's an easier conversation, <<nobr>><<link "''//you feel more comfortable around Annie now.//''">><<set $annie.note11=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Annie Notes");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("annie notes").processText());
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<<you "So... where would you like to go for dinner?">> you ask her.
<<annie "Where do you think we should go?">> she asks.
<<you "Well... I've only lived on the island for a few days... so the only places I can think of are the school cafeteria or...">>
<<annie "Oh right. I forgot you don't really know your way around yet.">>
<<you "Nope.">>
<<annie "Well then, how about you come over to my place and let me make you dinner.">> she says.
<<you "But I was supposed to be the one taking you out, remember?">>
<<annie "You could help me make dinner. We could do it together. What do you think?">> she asks. That actually sounds really nice.
<<you "I think it sounds great!">>
<<annie "Saturday night?">> she asks.
<<you "Saturday night.">> you confirm. She smiles at you and you smile back. Just then the bus pulls up. Time to head home. Before you go, you plant a kiss on Annie's luscious lips, and she kisses you back.
<<annie "I'll call you on Saturday.">> she says.
<<you "I'll be waiting.">> you say. You head over to the bus and hop on. As it pulls away, you see Annie out the window still sitting on the bench with a giant smile on her face.<<set $annie.second=8>>
<<loverGain 1>>
<<annieloveGain 1>>
<<annieloyaltyGain 1>>
<<confidenceGain 1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "wednesday 4-end">><</link>><img src="images/ai/aiselfie.jpg" alt="ai selfie"><<nobr>>
<<set $casey={
age: 19,
}>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/monday2/shower.jpg" alt="a man showering" class="left">
<img src="images/sunday1/coffee.jpg" alt="pouring a cup of coffee" class="left">
<img src="images/sunday1/bus.jpg" alt="bus" class="left">
<</nobr>>You wake up gently this morning. Unlike yesterday, you didn't have any weird nightmares, and although yesterday was stressful, what with you missing the shuttle bus multiple times, you got a really good night's sleep and feel completely refreshed this morning.
You head for the shower to wash off two days worth of grime. It feels good after you had to deny yourself this pleasure yesterday. Afterwards, you head to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. You're happy you have good coffee, and not that horrible shit you found in the teacher breakroom yesterday. There's something about a cup of good coffee that really helps you get your day started right.
Am I an addict?
Nah.
You get yourself together and head out to catch the shuttle bus to campus. It arrives just as you walk up to the bus stop. That's a fortunate change from yesterday, and you smile at your good luck. You look around to see if Casey, your newly discovered neighbor will be joining you on the bus, but she's nowhere to be seen. That's probably for the best, you think.
During the ride to campus, you have some time to think about what you want the students to discuss in class today. As always, you could be a good guy and discuss something meaningful that would really benefit the students... or you could be an evil fuck and make them talk about shit that will humiliate them, and that will garner you some sensitive information you can leverage later.
Before you arrive at campus, you make your decision.
<<link "You decide to have the students discuss what, in their opinion, makes for a healthy romantic relationship." "thursday 5-1a">><<set $lesson4=2>><</link>>
<<link "You decide to force the students to confess the sexual encounter/experience they regret most." "thursday 5-1a">><<set $lesson4=1>><</link>><<if $lesson4==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/intro/bellend.jpg" alt="admin building" class="left">
<img src="images/monday2/building.png" alt="a building" class="left">
<</nobr>>You decide to force the girls to talk about the sexual experience they most regret. It should provide for some interesting insights into their personalities... and it will be fun to watch them squirm in their shame.
The bus drops you off in front of Bellend Tower. You give the big brick dick a little salute as you walk past it, then head out to the other side of campus for your class.
You're passing by a nondescript building about halfway across campus when you see Jasmine and Sophia walking out from the little dumpster area behind it. They look around as if they are trying not to get caught. They're up to something, and you're gonna have to confront them. They don't see you as you approach, and when you get close enough, you greet them. <<you "Hello ladies.">>
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
They both look up at you and smile a little. Now that you are closer, you can smell cigarette smoke on them. They must have ducked behind the building for a quick puff. That's definitely a no-no for students here.
<img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/sophia/sophia4.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left">You will have to talk to them about this, but you don't really have time to get into it now. <<jasmine "Hello, Professor.">> Jasmine says.
<<sophia "Hi, Professor!">> Sophia says. They're both acting extra friendly.
<<you "You're both on your way to class, I assume... right?">> you ask.
<<jasmine "Oh yeah, for sure!">> Jasmine says with a smile. Sophia smiles and nods along.
<<you "Good. Well, you better hurry. If I get there before you, you'll both be tardy.">> you say. They both smile.
<<sophia "OK Professor! See you in there!">> Sophia says, extra cheerfully. She and Jasmine hurry off ahead of you. You smile to yourself and shake your head. They think they got away with it. You know they didn't, but you don't want them to know that you know... not yet. If you had confronted them just then, they may have been less likely to participate in the discussion today. Better to wait until after class to broach the subject. Your afternoon office hours are free today, so you can make them both come to the office to discuss their infraction and punishment. You walk the rest of the way to the Psychology building and head to your classroom.
<<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-class1">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson4==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/intro/bellend.jpg" alt="admin building" class="left">
<img src="images/lauren/laurenwalk.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left">
<</nobr>>You decide to focus the discussion on each student's idea of what makes a healthy romantic relationship. Though your students are young, they have some experience with this (most of them anyway) so it will be a valuable discussion for them to have. The bus drops you off in front of Bellend Tower. You look up at it and smile. Cheers, big brick dick! You head towards the other side of campus where the Psychology Building is located. On the way there, you bump into Lauren on her way to class. <<you "Hello Lauren.">> you say.
<<lauren "Hi Professor.">> she replies with a little smile. <<if $lesson3==2>>After what happened yesterday in your office, you figured things might be a little weird between you and her, but she seems to be committed to keeping the secret, thank God.<<else>>You smile back.<</if>> The two of you walk together the rest of the way to the Psychology building. You make a little small talk while you're walking, but Lauren doesn't really seem to be the talkative type. You're perfectly fine with just enjoying each other's company on the short walk to class.
<<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-class1">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<</nobr>><<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<</nobr>><<else>><</if>><<if $lesson4==1>>
When you enter the classroom, all your students are already there. You can smell the faint odor of cigarette smoke still lingering on Jasmine and Sophia. You make a theatrical show of sniffing the air with a puzzled look on your face.
<<speech "You">>Does anyone smell something weird in here?<</speech>>
Jasmine and Sophia look just a little uncomfortable, though they are good at hiding it. Alyssa looks right at the two of them.
<<speech "Alyssa">>I don't know. Jasmine, Sophia? What do you think? Do you smell something weird in here?<</speech>>
Sophia looks at Alyssa with wider eyes and pursed lips, as if willing her to shut the fuck up. Jasmine plays it cool.
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah I noticed it smelled a little funny in here when I came in a minute ago. Like cigarette smoke.<</speech>>
Jasmine looks right back at Alyssa.
<<speech "Jasmine">>You haven't been smoking, have you, Alyssa?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Nice, Jasmine... nice.</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Of course she hasn't. Have you?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Of course I fucking haven't Kaylee! You've been with me all fucking morning!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Oh yeah.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Well, nevermind.<</speech>>
You look right at Jasmine and then Sophia.
<<speech "You">>Must be nothing.<</speech>>
They both smile uncomfortably.
<<speech "You">>So, are we all ready for class today?<</speech>>
They all nod or say "yes."
<<elseif $lesson4==2>>
You arrive at your classroom alongside Lauren and you both head inside. The rest of the class are already there. Kaylee looks up and sees the two of you come in together.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Professor $you.fakelastName and Lauren coming to class together? Don't tell me SHE gave you a ride this morning, huh Professor?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah Lauren, did you ride Professor $you.fakelastName this morning?<</speech>>
Lauren blushes and quickly takes her seat.
<<speech "You">>Knock it off, you two. Not everything is about sex.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Who said anything about sex?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, Professor. Get your mind out of the gutter! Sheeesh!<</speech>>
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleetongue.jpg" alt="kaylee"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
<<alyssalustGain 1>>
<<kayleelustGain 1>>
<div class="thought">Well, these two are starting early today, it seems.</div>
<<speech "You">>OK everyone finished goofing off now?<</speech>>
You look specifically at Alyssa and Kaylee. Kaylee looks like she's going to say something, but then decides not to.
<<else>><</if>>
<<speech "You">>Good. We have a lot to discuss today and I'd like to get started as soon as possible.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>What are we talking about today?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I'm glad you asked, Jasmine.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-class2">><</link>>
<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<</nobr>><<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<</nobr>><<else>><</if>><<if $lesson4==1>>
<<speech "You">>Today, you are all going to tell the class about the sexual encounter or experience that you most regret.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Even though it may be embarrassing, it's something we need to talk about so we can all understand ourselves and each other better.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">That's horseshit, of course, but it sounded good, right?</div>
<<speech "Grace">>But... what if we don't have any experience?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>In that case, it doesn't have to be sexual. But it has to be something romantic in nature.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Why do we have to do this?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I'm not trying to be difficult, OK? I just don't get what this is going to accomplish.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">I'm not sure you're actually not trying to be difficult... but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt for now.</div>
<<speech "You">>Because, Olivia, we are captives of our own shame.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Do you get what I mean?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I think so.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I don't.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>He means that if there are things we're embarrassed about, the only way to stop being embarrassed is to just tell everyone about them.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Holy shit. Kaylee got it.</div>
<<speech "You">>Excellent, Kaylee. That's correct.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Are you sure you don't just get off on watching us all humiliate ourselves?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Alyssa REALLY got it. Clever.</div>
<<speech "You">>Alyssa... I'm not even going to dignify that with a response.<</speech>>
<<alyssaobedienceLose 1>>
<<speech "You">>Now who's going first?<</speech>>
<<if $lesson1==1>><<speech "Alyssa">>But isn't this just the same thing you made us do on the first day? Tell embarrassing sex stories about ourselves?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>No, Alyssa. That was just to get you all comfortable talking about your sex lives. Here I want to delve deeper and talk about regret; about things you might be ashamed of.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Like taking a shit in someone's mouth?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I'm not ashamed of that anymore.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>You're not?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>No. I mean... I'm not the one who ate shit.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Good point.</div><<else>><</if>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-class3">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson4==2>>
<<speech "You">>We are going to discuss what makes a healthy relationship. I want to hear what all of you think.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>BORING!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Well, we know what Kaylee thinks.<</speech>>
The class laughs a little.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Sorry, Professor... it's just so...<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>... Boring.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I don't think it's boring.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Neither do I.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Me either.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Or me.<</speech>>
<<mikaylatrustGain 1>>
<<laurentrustGain 1>>
<<sophiatrustGain 1>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>But I wanna talk about sex, not relationships. Relationships are fucking BORING!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Well, Kaylee... what would make relationships less boring?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>What do you mean?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Well, let's say you're in a relationship...<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Not likely.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK, I know you're not much for the traditional relationship thing, but let's just say you were in one, OK?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>OK fine.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>What would you do to make sure that it wasn't boring?<</speech>>
Kaylee thinks for a moment, then smiles. It looks like she's thought of something.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div>
<div class="thought">Oh shit. Here we go.</div>
<<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-class3">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<</nobr>><<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<</nobr>><<else>><</if>><<if $lesson4==1>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I still don't get it. What are we supposed to be talking about?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Olivia, think of something related to sex or relationships... something you've done or said, that keeps you up at night. Think of something that you can't stop reliving in your mind; something you wish you could have done differently.<</speech>>
Olivia thinks for a moment, then looks pretty uncomfortable.
<<speech "You">>I'm assuming you just thought of something, right?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Yes.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Alright then. You're going first.<</speech>>
Olivia continues to look uncomfortable.
<<speech "Olivia">>I... I don't want to do this.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You have to do this.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Can someone else go first... please?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Olivia, what would that accomplish? You will have to tell us eventually, no matter what. What difference does it make if you tell us now or later?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Fine.<</speech>>
Olivia takes a few moments to gather her thoughts. The class waits for her story.
<<speech "Olivia">>This happened about three years ago. I was in high school.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I used to hang out with this group of guy friends. There were three of them, and me.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I always felt comfortable being friends with guys back then; way more than with girls.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>But I thought you liked girls more than guys, right?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I do... now.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>What happened?<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>I think she's trying to tell us what happened, Grace.<</speech>>
Grace looks a little embarrassed.
<<speech "Grace">>Oh. Right. Sorry, Olivia.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>That's OK, Grace. Lauren's right, though.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>These guys, we hung out all the time. And we had been friends for years. I didn't really know how to make friends with girls. It always seemed so hard.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>There was always some sort of backstabbing going on... one girl gossiping about another, or holding a grudge from some little thing that happened ages ago.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I hated it. But when I hung out with guys, they were just more... simple. It was easier.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Totally true. Guy friends are super chill, usually.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>So what changed?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Well... when we all met each other, we were still kids. We did kid stuff, you know? And there wasn't ever any tension between any of us.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>But when we got older... something happened.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Puberty happened.<</speech>>
Olivia nods at Kaylee.
<<speech "Olivia">>Yeah... that's right. And one of the guys... let's call him Chris...<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Did he have a big...<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>...You know what? Nevermind. Continue.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">That's progress.</div>
<<speech "Olivia">>... Well, he started to act really weird around me. Like he was scared of me, or he was mad at me. And I didn't know why.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Oh shit! He wanted to fuck you!<</speech>>
Olivia nods.
<<speech "Olivia">>And the thing is, I really liked him. Maybe not the way he liked me, but... of the three of them, he was my closest friend. He was my favorite.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>So what did you do? Did you talk to him about it?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Hell no! I was way too awkward to have a conversation like that when I was that age. I just did nothing. And it was super weird cause we were all still hanging out together.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Then there was this ... party. And I got drunk and I was making out with some random guy... some guy I didn't even know. I don't remember any of it, it's just what people told me happened.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Anyway, I couldn't go home the way I was, all drunk and shit, so Chris drove me to his house and... well...<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>You fucked him?<</speech>>
Olivia looks away in shame.
<<speech "Alyssa">>You fucked him.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Yeah. And I was so drunk, I didn't even remember doing it. But the next morning I realized what happened.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Chris was acting TOTALLY different. He was being so clingy and trying to kiss me. He was like just staring at me and telling me that he loved me and how happy he was that we finally got together.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>And I was totally freaking out, so I just kinda played along with it until I could leave and go home.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>That's so awkward. This doesn't sound like it ends well.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>No shit.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>No it definitely doesn't. I spent the whole weekend thinking about how I was going to let him down, cause I didn't want to be his girlfriend, I just wanted to be his friend.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>When I saw him in school, and talked to him about it, I was so nervous, and I felt so guilty. I felt like I had led him on. And he was a really sweet guy, I thought.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>What do you mean, you thought?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Well, after I told him that I just wanted to be friends, he... it was like he turned on me. He told our other two guy friends that I was just a slut... just a thot. And that I had been doing all this just to fuck with him.<</speech>>
Olivia looks down, nearly in tears.
<<speech "Olivia">>And they believed him. They abandoned me. And the whole school thought I was some evil slut who manipulated poor little Chris.<</speech>>
Anger wells up behind Olivia's expression.
<<speech "Olivia">>It made me SO FUCKING MAD! No one believed me. And then... then I didn't have friends anymore.<</speech>>
Olivia starts to cry. Grace gets up from her desk and goes over to Olivia. She rubs her back to comfort her.
<<speech "Grace">>It's OK, Olivia. I'm your friend.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Fuck, Grace! You're gonna make me fucking cry too!<</speech>>
The class laughs. Even Olivia giggles a little through her tears.
<<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-class4">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson4==2>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>OK, so if I was going to get into a relationship...<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>...Which I'm not!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Yes, Kaylee. We know.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>OK. But IF I was going to... it would have to be with a porn actor.<</speech>>
Some in the class giggle a little. Olivia groans. Lauren smiles and Alyssa rolls her eyes and sighs.
<div class="thought">Well, that was predictable.</div>
<<speech "Olivia">>Lemme guess... cause they have big dicks?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, of course.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK, Kaylee, you think we could try to think a little deeper on this?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Well, I am. I wouldn't want to only date pornstars because they have big dicks... although that's a big plus. No, I'd do it because they'd be the only ones who'd be OK with what I do. Cause they do it too, you know?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">That's actually a pretty good reason.</div>
<<speech "Grace">>But wouldn't you both get jealous?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>No way, Grace! That's the whole point. If we both fuck other people for a living, then we'd both understand that it's just our job and it's nothing to be jealous about.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Do you really think you'd be able to not be jealous, Kaylee?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, Kaylee. What if your dude was gonna fuck someone who's like... WAY hotter than you?<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Yeah, like Mikayla.<</speech>>
Lauren blurts it out then immediately regrets it. She looks shocked that she said it.
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<<speech "Kaylee">>What the fuck, Lauren?! I thought we were friends now!!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>I'm so sorry, Kaylee! It just came out! I think you're really pretty too!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>But definitely not as pretty as Mikayla! HA HA!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Fuck you too, bitch!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I... I don't think she meant to make you feel bad, Kaylee.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Great. So you're hotter than me and nicer than me too, is that it?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Can we pause a minute and talk about how Lauren thinks Mikayla's hot?<</speech>>
Lauren blushes so hard she looks like she's going to combust. She looks away, unable to make eye contact with anyone.
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<<speech "Olivia">>I mean... I think she's hot too, but... Lauren?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Can we PLEASE just pretend I never said anything?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>I mean... it's kinda out there now.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>We shouldn't keep talking about this. It's making Lauren sad.<</speech>>
Grace is right. Lauren looks like she might start crying.
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<<speech "You">>Yeah lets get back on topic, OK? Kaylee, keep going.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>OK, fine.<</speech>>
She glares one last time at Lauren.
<<speech "Kaylee">>So IF I was dating a porn actor, and he was gonna fuck someone hotter than me....<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Like Mikayla.<</speech>>
Kaylee glares at Alyssa.
<<speech "You">>Stop it, Alyssa.<</speech>>
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<<speech "You">>Keep going, Kaylee.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Well, IF that happened... I'd feel way less jealous. Cause he didn't choose her, he chose me! Like sure, he'd fuck her... but then he'd come home to me!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Fuck, I'd even like to watch him do it!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Oh my!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>So Kaylee, I think you're saying that finding ways to limit jealousy is part of a healthy relationship, in your opinion, right?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, I think so.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK. What does everyone else think about that?<</speech>>
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<div class="thought">This is a new side of Olivia we haven't seen. She's vulnerable.</div>
<<speech "You">>So what is it that you regret about what happened in that story?<</speech>>
Olivia composes herself.
<<speech "Olivia">>I regret ever thinking that guys could be sweet and kind. They're all just fucking horny little cowards with tiny penises and fragile egos.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Nevermind. Old Olivia is back.</div>
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<<speech "Alyssa">>Is that really what you regret?<</speech>>
Olivia looks angry and defensive.
<<speech "Olivia">>What's that supposed to mean?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>It just seems like you wish you would have handled it differently...<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>...Maybe?<</speech>>
Olivia glares at Alyssa.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Maybe not.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Whatever.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">OK, I think that's probably the end of that story.</div>
<<speech "You">>OK, Olivia, you're done. Thanks.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Alyssa? How 'bout you go next.<</speech>>
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<<speech "You">>That look doesn't work on me.<</speech>>
Alyssa sighs dramatically.
<<speech "Alyssa">>FINE.<</speech>>
Alyssa doesn't say anything for a few moments.
<<speech "You">>Alyssa?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I'm thinking!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">She probably has a lot of regrets, knowing her history. Hard to choose just one.</div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>OK, I got it.<</speech>>
The class is paying attention to Alyssa.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Before I came to Harrington, I was with this guy, Dan.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Kaylee wants to know if he had a big dick.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Kaylee's already heard this story.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Lauren wants to know too.<</speech>>
The class giggles. Lauren blushes.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Slightly above average dick.<</speech>>
Sophia smiles and nods. Lauren keeps blushing.
<<speech "Alyssa">>So we were together for... almost a year. He was a little... older.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>How much older?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Well... not old enough to be my father or anything like that. But older.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>When was this? Was he some kind of pedo or something?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>No, Olivia. No laws were broken, so you can unbunch your panties, OK?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Fine.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">I wonder how much older he was too. Intriguing.</div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>So Dan and I were good together. He was really chill and not too clingy or anything weird like that.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, it's the young guys who get clingy.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I know, right? It's like "OK, I get it... I'm your first real girlfriend and now you're terrified you'll lose me." It's not a good look.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>How many older guys have you dated, Alyssa?<</speech>>
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<<speech "Alyssa">>No comment.<</speech>>
The class laughs, except Grace who looks a little concerned.
<div class="thought">Interesting.</div>
<<speech "You">>Keep going, Alyssa.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>So my mom absolutely HATED Dan.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Why?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>She thought he was a loser. He dropped out of high school, and never went to college. He always had these plans to make it big somehow, but they usually didn't work.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>My mom always used to say he was just like my dad. And she HATED my dad too.<</speech>>
The class looks a little sad at that. Alyssa continues.
<<speech "Alyssa">>But Dan really loved me. He said it all the time. And he treated me really nice. He was a sweet guy.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>No offense, Alyssa... but you don't seem like the type to go for the sweet guys.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I don't, usually. But he... grew on me, I guess.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>So what did you regret then?<</speech>>
Alyssa looks a little sad. It's the first time you've seen her show this kind of emotion.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Well, he had this big idea about moving out West and buying up some land. It was owned by this cotton farming company I think. Something about water rights and increasing drought conditions... I don't know. But it sounded like he was really on to something that would finally be successful for him.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>And I didn't want him to leave. So I... I convinced him to stay... with me.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>And he missed out on his big chance, is that it?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I mean, I don't know. Probably, yeah.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>And then a couple months later, I ended up at Harrington, and we broke up. But by then, it was too late for him, someone already bought the land.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>But that's not your fault, Alyssa. He made his own decision.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I can be VERY persuasive, Lauren.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>But you loved him, right? You did it out of love...<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>... Right?<</speech>>
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<<speech "Grace">>Right?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Not... exactly.<</speech>>
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<<speech "Alyssa">>Oh don't look at me like that, Grace.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Sorry.<</speech>>
Alyssa looks ashamed.
<<speech "Alyssa">>I did really like Dan, OK? But I didn't love him; not the way he loved me, at least.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Then why did you convince him to stay with you?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Because he really pissed my mom off. And that was all I really cared about at the time.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>You can understand that, right Mikayla?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, I can understand that.<</speech>>
Mikayla smiles at Alyssa and Alyssa smiles back.
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<div class="thought">So maybe this little grinch has a heart after all.</div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>So that's it. That's what I regret.<</speech>>
The class sits silently thinking about Alyssa's story. Alyssa looks vulnerable for just a moment, but then she puts he bitch armor back up.
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<<speech "Alyssa">>So is that enough, Professor? Am I done or what?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Well, I'd like to see you be vulnerable like this more often...<</speech>>
Alyssa rolls her eyes.
<<speech "You">>But I guess that's enough for now.<</speech>>
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<<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Whatever, indeed.</div>
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Sophia raises her hand.
<<speech "You">>Yes, Sophia? Do you have something to add?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>I agree that jealousy can be a real problem in relationships, but I just don't know if it's that simple to limit it, like you said, Professor.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Go on.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>I mean, jealousy is such a primal, vicsceral emotion. It's something that just comes out, whether you want it to or not, I think. Right?<</speech>>
Sophia looks around to the class to see if they agree or not. They seem to be on the fence with some nodding, and others looking like they're not sure they feel the same way.
<<speech "Lauren">>Maybe... but I still think you should try to control it. Or maybe just try to not let it mess up your relationships.<</speech>>
Lauren looks at Sophia, but Sophia doesn't look convinced.
<<speech "Lauren">>I know that's probably easier said than done, but shouldn't you at least try?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Sure you should try. I'm just saying that not everyone is going to be able to control it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I think Sophia is right. It's hard to control that stuff sometimes.<</speech>>
Everyone looks at Mikayla. They didn't expect her to be the jealous type.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Why are you all looking at me like that?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>We just figured since you've been with the same guy for your entire life, you'd be pretty over the whole jealousy thing by now.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Oh I can still be VERY jealous. I mean... even though I've been with Geoffry for so long... there's just something that I feel, deep inside, when someone flirts with him. It's like Sophia said, I can't really control it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, but you can control how you act on those feelings, right?<</speech>>
Mikayla looks away, not making eye contact. She's ashamed of something.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Oh shit! I smell dirt!<</speech>>
Mikayla looks even more uncomfortable.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Spill it, queen!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Well, I will... if you stop calling me names!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>OK fine. Sorry. Now DISH!<</speech>>
Mikayla sighs and reluctantly starts to tell her story.
<<speech "Mikayla">>There was a time when Geoffry and I were... about to break up.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Oh my.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Why?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Um... there was this... other guy.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>OH FUCK! Did you cheat on Geoffry?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Mikayla! You little slut! I love it!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>NO! It wasn't like that!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Oh SURE it wasn't. OK!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>IT WASN'T!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>So, let me guess. There was another guy and Geoffry got jealous, so he fucked some other girl to get back at you! Then YOU got jealous and you two almost broke up, right?<</speech>>
Mikayla looks very nervous. She may have gotten herself in over her head here. But she needs to be the one to pull herself out again.
<<speech "Mikayla">>OK listen up, Alyssa... AND Kaylee!<</speech>>
The class is a bit shocked by Mikayla's sudden assertiveness.
<<speech "Mikayla">>I'll tell you the whole story. BUT ONLY if you both swear not to make fun of me. AND... none of you can say anything about this... EVER!<</speech>>
Mikayla looks around the room. Everyone seems to agree. Mikayla seems satisfied so she continues.
<<speech "Mikayla">>There was another guy, but... it wasn't me who cheated with him.<</speech>>
The class is thinking about what Mikayla just said. Some of them clearly don't get it, but Alyssa clearly does. It's taking all her restraint not to say anything.
<<speech "Grace">>So... was there another girl then too? I don't understand. Who cheated with this other guy?<</speech>>
The rest of the class is starting to put it together. Grace is still confused.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Grace... it was Geoffry.<</speech>>
Grace is still confused.
<<speech "Grace">>The other guy was Geoffry? That doesn't make any sense. How could you cheat on Geoffry WITH Geoffry?<</speech>>
Alyssa is about to burst.
<<speech "Olivia">>Grace, think about it a little more.<</speech>>
Grace thinks hard, but still doesn't seem to get it.
<<speech "Jasmine">>Grace, there were two guys and Mikayla... and she's not the one who cheated. Do you get it now?<</speech>>
Grace keeps thinking, but to no avail.
<<speech "Grace">>No. Someone just tell me what you all mean, please?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>GEOFFRY FUCKED A DUDE!!!<</speech>>
Grace looks shocked.
<<speech "Grace">>OH MY GOODNESS!<</speech>>
The class is silent.
<<speech "Grace">>So there wasn't another girl then?<</speech>>
Mikayla looks uncomfortable and doesn't answer.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Wait...WAS there another girl too?<</speech>>
Mikayla silently nods. Some in the class looks confused again.
<<speech "Lauren">>I don't get it. There was another guy, AND another girl? How did that work?<</speech>>
Alyssa is about to explain it all, when Mikayla speaks first.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Geoffry cheated on me with another guy, so I cheated on him with... a girl.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">HOLY FUCKING SHIT!</div>
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<<speech "You">>OK, Mikayla. How about you go next.<</speech>>
Mikayla hesitates. She looks nervous.
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<<speech "You">>Come on. Just get it over with.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Please Professor, I can't. I can't talk about it.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Mikayla... you've tried this before. You're not gonna get out of this. EVERYONE has to do this.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>But... I promised... someone... that I would never talk about this.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">She seems really upset. Whatever secret she's keeping, it must be a good one.</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Come on, Mikayla. We're not gonna tell anyone.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Kaylee, I CAN'T!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Jesus! We already know you hate your parents and your whole life is a sham! What does it matter?<</speech>>
Mikayla gives Alyssa a dirty look.
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<div class="thought">Alyssa's right.</div>
<<speech "You">>Alyssa's right, Mikayla...<</speech>>
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<<speech "You">>...As much as I hate to admit it.<</speech>>
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<<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You've already told us a lot of your secrets. What's one more?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>But that's just it, Professor. It's not my secret I'm trying to keep.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Well we're not gonna tell anyone!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yeah, we won't tell.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>We won't. We promise.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, we promise.<</speech>>
Lauren and Olivia nod their agreement. Mikayla looks at Alyssa, the last holdout.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Alyssa?<</speech>>
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<<speech "You">>Alyssa?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Fine. What happens in the classroom stays in the classroom, OK?<</speech>>
Mikayla looks convinced.
<<speech "Mikayla">>So... there was a time when Geoffry and I almost broke up.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Shit, I would've gotten sick of him too if I was with the same guy for five years.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>It wasn't that. He cheated on me... and I... I cheated on him too.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Oh my!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>So he fucked another girl and then you revenge fucked another guy?<</speech>>
Mikayla looks ashamed.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Damn Mikayla! I never knew you were such a little slut! Good for you!<</speech>>
Mikayla looks uncomfortable.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah...<</speech>>
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<<speech "Kaylee">>Wait a minute. I know that look. There's more to the story isn't there?<</speech>>
Mikayla nods.
<<speech "Sophia">>What is it then?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>This is the part that you can't tell ANYONE! Promise?<</speech>>
Everyone agrees not to tell, including Alyssa.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Alyssa is almost right. Geoffry cheated, so I cheated to get back at him.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>But he cheated with... a guy....<</speech>>
The class gasps collectively.
<<speech "Mikayla">>...And I cheated with a girl.<</speech>>
The class is speechless. A few silent moments pass, then Olivia speaks.
<<speech "Olivia">>Holy fucking shit! How many of you secretly like pussy, huh?<</speech>>
The class bursts out laughing, even Mikayla.
<<speech "Mikayla">>It's not like that. It was just a one time thing. And I regret it every day.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>That's it, Professor. That's the thing I regret most.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>You regret having sex with a girl?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>No. I regret doing it just to hurt Geoffry.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I think about it everyday. And if I could go back and do things differently... I would.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Sooo... you'd still have sex with a girl... if, say, you and Geoffry weren't together anymore?<</speech>>
Mikayla giggles and smiles coyly at Olivia
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<<speech "Mikayla">>Maybe...<</speech>>
The class whoops and hollers, all except Lauren, who looks a little... flushed. No one notices it except you.
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<div class="thought">I think Lauren may have the hots for Mikayla. That's interesting.</div>
<<speech "You">>OK, Mikayla. You're done. Thank you.<</speech>>
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The class is all chattering excitedly at this new revelation about Mikayla. Mikayla continues to look uncomfortable. Olivia is eyeing her up like a piece of meat.
<<speech "Mikayla">>OK so I said it, and now you all know. YOU CAN'T TELL ANYONE!!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Can we get some details please?!<</speech>>
Mikayla blushes.
<<speech "Mikayla">>No... I... I can't. I just can't.<</speech>>
Olivia looks very frustrated and disappointed.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Come on, Mikayla! Don't leave us hanging!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Yeah, come on!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>TELL US!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>NO! I... look I told you what happened. I don't want to talk about it any more.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">As much as I'd like to convince her to tell us all the details... the fact that she even told us this much is a huge deal for her.</div>
<div class="thought">She's made good progress opening up to the class. Better not push her; she may regress.</div>
<<speech "You">>That's enough.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>WHAT?!?!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You're done, Mikayla. Thanks.<</speech>>
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Alyssa looks very angry that you didn't force Mikayla to continue, but she says nothing.
<<speech "You">>Who would like to go next?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I'll go.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Thank you, Olivia. Go ahead.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I think that it's communication. That's the most important thing in a healthy relationship.<</speech>>
The class waits for Olivia to continue, but she doesn't.
<<speech "You">>OK, Olivia. Would you like to elaborate?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Well, like I said, you have to communicate with your partner so you both know how the other person feels.<</speech>>
The class again waits for more from Olivia, but she's not saying anything.
<div class="thought">She seems to be holding back. Olivia is usually not this reticent to speak her mind.</div>
<<speech "You">>Is this something you've learned from experience?<</speech>>
Olivia looks uncomfortable.
<div class="thought">Yeah, she's definitely holding back.</div>
<<speech "Olivia">>I've had some bad expepriences with it in the past.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>So are you gonna tell us about them or what?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I... I don't think so.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Oh come on, Olivia! Tell us!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, tell us.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>We won't be mean to you.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Alyssa might.</div>
Olivia still seems uncomfortable.
<<speech "Kaylee">>You gotta talk about it, Olivia!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Why?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Because this is a discussion class. We discuss shit, remember?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>It might make you feel better to talk about it... whatever it is.<</speech>>
That seems to convince Olivia.
<<speech "Olivia">>Look, I... I haven't told anyone about... any of this. It's hard to talk about.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Mikayla just told us that she revenge-fucked a girl because Geoffry fucked a dude. You think that was easy for her?<</speech>>
Olivia frowns.
<<speech "Alyssa">>When we're talking about patriarchy you'll never shut the fuck up, but now you can't talk?! Come on!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Fine!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>The first guy I ever had sex with...<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>He was a friend... a good friend.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>And, I didn't know it, but he had a huge crush on me.<</speech>>
Kaylee raises her hand.
<<speech "Olivia">>His dick was average sized.<</speech>>
Kaylee lowers her hand.
<<speech "Olivia">>We all hung out in the same group, and I was the only girl. I was a tomboy. I liked hanging out with guys back then.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>And this one time I got drunk at a party, and my friend kinda like rescued me.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I was too drunk to go home, so he took me to his house instead. And we ended up having sex.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Fuck yeah you did!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>But I was so drunk I didn't remember any of it. And I didn't want to be this guy's girlfriend, I just wanted us to be friends.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>let me guess... he didn't feel the same way?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>No. He thought we were going out now. And when I tried to tell him that I just wanted to be friends...<</speech>>
Olivia looks upset.
<<speech "Olivia">>He called me a slut and he told all our friends that I was this horrible person and that I manipulated him.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>And they all believed him.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>What an asshole!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, I thought so too.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I just think that maybe if we had both been more honest with each other about how we felt, that maybe it would've ended differently.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>You were both dumb kids though. No one that age ever knows how to talk about their feelings.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Maybe you're right.<</speech>>
Olivia looks, for a moment, like she's dropped her emotional armor. But just for a moment.
<<speech "Olivia">>Or maybe all guys are just assholes and they can't deal with just being friends with a girl!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>But... I still think that communication is really important.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Thanks, Olivia. I'd say I have to agree with you there.<</speech>>
Olivia smiles at you.
<<olivialustGain 1>>
<<speech "You">>Does anyone else have something to say about it?<</speech>>
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<</nobr>>Your afternoon schedule seems like it's pretty full today. With Alyssa and Kaylee both coming in to talk to you... it's gonna be a very interesting session. Alyssa actually let her guard down today in class... if only for a few minutes. But that's something. She's not invulnerable, and you know that behind that prickly exterior, there's a sad girl with a dead dad and an emotionally abusive mom. It's probably pretty hard being Alyssa, and that's probably why she tries to make life hard for everyone else.
Kaylee... well... Kaylee is less complicated. She's actually a pretty straight shooter. Sure, she's obsessed with freaky sex... and she seems to just do whatever Alyssa tells her to... but she's really starting to grow on you. She's really funny, even (or especially) when she's not trying to be. Though she has anxieties and concerns just like everyone else, she really seems to have a "give zero fucks" attitude when it comes to what other people think about her. She's fearless and you really admire that.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left">Right around 2:00pm, there comes the expected knock on your office door. Before you can say anything, the door swings open; Kaylee and Alyssa saunter in. Kaylee closes the door behind them and they both sit down. Here we go, you think... try not to get fired. <<you "Hello Alyssa, Kaylee.">> you say with a polite smile.
<<alyssa "Hi Professor.">> Alyssa says.
<<kaylee "What's up, Doc?">> Kaylee says with a big smile.
<<you "I thought I was 'teach.'">> you say.
<<kaylee "Yeah, but now that I found out you have a Doctorate, I thought this would be funnier.">> Kaylee says. She smiles at you and you can't help but smile back.
<<alyssa "So are you two just gonna flirt all afternoon, or can I get in there?">> Alyssa asks.
<<kaylee "It's your session.">> Kaylee says. You shoot her a questioning look.
<<you "Wait, I thought you had something to talk about too, right Kaylee?">> you ask. She smiles mischeviously.
<<kaylee "Nope. I just wanted to come watch the show.">> she says. You frown at her. This is not what you expected, but it seems like something Kaylee would do, so maybe you should have expected it.
<<you "Kaylee, these sessions are intended to be places where people can talk privately with me. I think maybe you should leave, or at least wait outside.">> you say.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<alyssa "She can stay. I don't care.">> Alyssa says.
OK then. I guess I'm dealing with both of them. But Alyssa seems to be the focus. She was pretty tight-lipped about what it was exactly that she wanted to discuss. Hopefully she was being serious and not just fucking with you. You're still pretty convinced she's trying to get you fired, and this might just be another of her schemes towards that end. You need to be careful here.
<<you "Well if it's OK with Alyssa, it's OK with me. You can stay, Kaylee.">> you say.
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<<you "No, Kaylee. No snacks.">> you say. She looks a little disappointed.
<<kaylee "Oh, OK.">> she says. You smile at her, then direct your attention back to Alyssa.
<<you "So Alyssa, what's up?">> you ask. She smiles at you. You always get a little more nervous when Alyssa smiles at you.
<<alyssa "I wanted to talk more about what we were discussing today in class.">> she says.
<<you "OK, about what makes for a healthy relationship? What did you want to discuss further?">> you ask. She smiles again.
<<alyssa "Well we never got to hear what YOU think about it.">> she says.
<<you "It's your discussion, Alyssa; you and the other students. It's not really important what I think.">> you say. You're trying to avoid opening yourself up to any of Alyssa's planned manipulation.
<<alyssa "But you're older... and wiser.">> she says. Kaylee giggles a little. You look at her and she stops.
<<kaylee "Sorry, Professor.">> Kaylee says. You look back at Alyssa.
<<alyssa "Don't mind her. I want to know what you think. It would really mean a lot to me.">> Alyssa says. She puts on an innocent little smile. <<alyssa "Please?">>
FUCK. Oh well. No matter what I say here, she's gonna try to find some way to manipulate it so it looks like I'm hitting on her. Better to just get it over with.
<<you "OK, Alyssa. Here's what I think.">>
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<</nobr>><<you "There are a lot of things that contribute to a healthy relationship, but in my opinion, the most important one is open communication about how each person feels.">> you say. Alyssa smiles wide and Kaylee looks away, not making eye contact with you. You sense that something is amiss, but you continue, nonetheless. <<you "When we are unclear about our feelings, we tend to make assumptions based not on what's actually happening, but on what we perceive is happening. And that perception is often tainted by our own personal issues and insecurities.">> you say.
Alyssa is looking right at you. She's smiling that same little devil grin that she usually has on her face when she's about to try to fuck with you. Kaylee's still not looking at either of you; it's almost as if she's trying to hold herself back from getting involved in the conversation. <<you "So does that help?">> you ask Alyssa.
<<alyssa "Oh yes, Professor. That really helps me.">> she says. Kaylee lets out a little laugh, but quickly stifles it. You feel like you're about to get ambushed. <<alyssa "But there's something else I want to know too, Professor.">> Alyssa says.
<<you "What's that?">> you ask.
<<alyssa "What type of woman do you like?">> she asks. That's a pretty loaded question in this situation. You don't really want to answer it.
<<you "Alyssa, that's pretty personal. I don't think that's really appropriate for us to be discussing.">> you say.
<<alyssa "Come on, Professor. We tell you all this personal stuff in class every day. You can't tell me this one little thing?">> she asks. She has that same little fake innocent smile on. This is trouble for sure.
<<you "Yes, but you're students and I'm a teacher. The discussion is about you all, not me.">> you say.
<<alyssa "That's not very progressive of you, Professor. How are we supposed to trust you and open up to you if you're not gonna do the same for us?">> she asks. Fuck she's good. She's kinda backed you into a corner here. If you keep denying her, she'll use it as an excuse to shut down during class. But if you start letting her in on your personal life... well... that could have it's own set of consequences. Still, you're basically lying about everything else in your life, so you could kinda lie here too.
<<you "OK, Alyssa. To be honest, I don't really have one specific 'type' when it comes to women. I think that when you have chemistry with someone else, things like hair color or body shape, don't really matter.">> you say. Keeping it vague. Good move.
<<alyssa "So you're open to dating really any kind of woman... or girl?">> she asks. Shit. The way she said, 'or girl,' at the end there makes you nervous. Vague may have backfired.
<<you "What are you getting at, Alyssa?">> you ask.
<<alyssa "I'm not 'getting at' anything, Professor. I just want to get to know you better. How am I supposed to trust you and open up if I don't even know you?">> she asks. She looks right at you with her devil smile. Kaylee continues to stifle her laughter in the background. She must find this all incredibly amusing.
<<you "OK fine. You're right. I do want you to trust me, and I shouldn't expect that trust to come without something in return. So... yes, Alyssa... I'm open to dating any woman with whom I have chemistry.">> you say.
<<kaylee "Or girl.">> Kaylee adds. You look at her like you wish she wasn't in the room right now. She smiles.
<<alyssa "OK, Professor. Thank you for being so honest with me. I feel like I'm getting to know the real you.">> Alyssa says.
Great.
Fucking great.
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<</nobr>>Alyssa sits there smiling at you like a little demon while Kaylee continues to linger in the background looking entertained by the whole thing. Alyssa speaks up again. <<alyssa "Can I ask you one more thing, Professor?">> You really want to say no, but...
<<you "Sure, Alyssa. What is it?">>
<<alyssa "Do you think it's OK for an older man to get turned on by younger women? Like say... $alyssa.age-year-olds?">> she asks. Well... that wasn't very subtle at all. Alyssa's really trying to end your whole fucking career, you're sure of it. She looks at you, awaiting your response. Kaylee is also paying close attention. You try to think of the most diplomatic response to her question.
<<you "I think that people are not really in control of what turns them on. And as long as no laws are being broken, and there is no unethical or immoral action happening... then there's no harm in it.">> you say. Alyssa smiles wider than ever now.
Alyssa gets up from her seat, still smiling at you. <<alyssa "I'm so glad you said that, Professor.">> she says. She runs her fingers up and down her chest, seductively. She's looking right at you as she starts unbuttoning her blouse. Kaylee giggles in the background.
<<alyssalustGain 1>>
You watch in disbelief as Alyssa starts to take off her blouse. You knew she was trying to fuck with you, and you were pretty sure it was because she's trying to get you fired. You're not going to let that happen. Right?
RIGHT?!
Oh, yeah right.
Alyssa has her blouse unbuttoned and you can see her lacy aquamarine bra covering her cute little teen titties. Your cock is getting harder. You know you need to stop this, but Alyssa is looking really hot right now.
She starts to take off her blouse. You're thinking about what those little nipples might look like. You want to suck and nibble on them. Then you want to tear the rest of Alyssa's clothes off and gorilla fuck her over your desk.
Then, it hits you: Kaylee's here too. There's a witness.
YOU CAN'T LET THIS HAPPEN.
You snap back to your senses and address Alyssa in a firm tone of voice. <<you "Alyssa, this is the immoral and unethical stuff I was talking about. I think it's time for you to leave.">> you say. Alyssa puts on a cute pouty face. She's still totally fucking with you.
<<alyssa "I don't know what you mean, Professor.">> she says.
<<you "I think you do. And I don't appreciate what you're doing. Now please leave.">> you say. She shrugs and gets up to go.
<<alyssa "OK fine. If that's what you want.">> she says. As she's leaving, she bends over to pick up her schoolbag from the floor, giving you a view up her skirt. Then she smiles at you and looks at Kaylee, waiting for her to leave too.
<<kaylee "I'm gonna stick around for a bit. I need to ask Professor $you.fakelastName something.">> Kaylee says. Alyssa frowns at her, but doesn't protest.
<<alyssa "Whatever">> she says, and heads out the door, closing it behind her. You're alone in the office with Kaylee now. After Alyssa's little peepshow, you can only imagine what Kaylee has in mind. She smiles at you and you look at her, nervously. Here we go again.
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<</nobr>>The two of you sit silently, staring at each other, waiting for the other to speak. Kaylee speaks first. <<kaylee "She's not trying to get you fired, if that's what you think.">> she says. HOLY SHIT. How did Kaylee know what you were thinking?! She's more perceptive than you gave her credit for. You don't really want to admit it to her... but she is Alyssa's best friend, so if anyone knows what Alyssa's intentions are... it would be Kaylee. Best to try to get some information out of her.
<<you "You sure about that?">> you ask with a little smile.
<<kaylee "Totally. She's just fucking with you. That's what she does. It's how she has her fun.">> she says.
<<you "I'm not sure I believe you.">> you say. Kaylee raises her eyebrows.
<<kaylee "Why not? I've always been straight with you, Professor... haven't I?">> she asks. It's true, she has... for the most part.
<<you "You have. But I'm still not convinced.">> you say. Kaylee looks right at you.
<<kaylee "Think about it this way: if she got you fired, then she wouldn't be able to fuck with you anymore. You're like... her toy. She's not gonna break her own toy, right?">> she says. That actually makes a lot of sense. You're surprised you hadn't thought of that yourself.
<<you "OK, maybe it's true she's not trying to get me fired... but I can't tell if she just wants to fuck with me...">> you pause, <<you "...or FUCK me.">> you say. Kaylee smiles at you.
<<kaylee "Both, I think.">> she says. Your eyes widen. Alyssa really does want to fuck you. Kaylee is the one person who probably knows Alyssa's true intentions too, so this is probably for real. Your cock hardens at the thought. Kaylee keeps smiling at you. <<kaylee "You just got a boner, didn't you?">> she says. How the fuck did she know?! You try to play it cool.
<<you "Of course not, Kaylee. Don't be crude.">> you say. Kaylee stands up and walks over to your desk. She does it so suddenly you don't have a chance to stop her. She looks down at your crotch and sees the tent you've pitched. She laughs.
<<kaylee "Uh oh! Someone wants to come out and play!">> she says with a giggle. <<kaylee "I knew you were a pervy professor!">> she says. You blush hard. It's very uncomfortable for you in this office right now. You kinda wish you could be anywhere else. Kaylee seems to sense this and doubles down. <<kaylee "Hey let me ask you something, Professor...">> she says, <<kaylee "Do you think that I'm hotter than Mikayla?">>
Shit. She's still hung up on that little exchange with Lauren from earlier today. Honestly, up until now, you did think that Mikayla was hotter than Kaylee... but now that Kaylee's alone in your office... she seems significantly hotter than she was just a few minutes ago. You're still really scared that whatever is happening now could end up getting you fired... but Kaylee's looking so goddamn sexy. You know what she wants to hear, and your cock is in charge of your thoughts now. Your brain never really had a chance. <<you "Yeah, I think you're hotter, Kaylee.">> you say. Kaylee gets a big smile on her face.
<<kayleelustGain 1>>
<<kaylee "That's the right answer, Professor!">> She exclaims. She goes over to the door, locks it, and starts taking off her clothes.
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<</nobr>>Before you can even think about what's happening, Kaylee's stripped down and is proceeding to strip your clothes off your body as well. You don't even try to stop her. Even though you know this is VERY wrong, you also know deep down that it's gonna happen no matter what. All you can manage to say is, <<you "No one can know about this.">>
Kaylee looks at you like you're slow or something. <<kaylee "Yeah, no shit, Professor! You think I'm gonna tell anyone?">> she asks. She's probably not... not after the talk you just had. <<kaylee "I'm not.">> she says. <<kaylee "Now get your fucking clothes off so I can suck your cock!">>
OK. FINE.
You let Kaylee strip the rest of your clothes off and you sit down. She kneels between your legs and starts to suck you off. Your cock is already as hard as diamond, and the feeling of her warm, wet mouth on it is sending waves of intense pleasure rushing through your body. Kaylee is all business, a real pro... like literally a pro. She keeps looking you right in the eyes as she works. It's making you even hornier. You can't wait to see what she has planned next.
After she sucks you off for a few minutes, she gets up and walks over to the couch. Her gorgeous ass leads you over there as well. You're transfixed by every one of it's little jiggles and wiggles. You take a good long look at it as she kneels down on the couch and gets ready for you.
She looks over her shoulder and smiles. <<kaylee "I knew from the first day in class that you wanted to fuck my pussy.">> She says. <<kaylee "So what are you waiting for?">> she asks. Good question. She sticks her ass up at you and you line your cock up with her dripping wet pussy. You really have been waiting to do this. Ever since you realized Kaylee was probably the sluttiest girl you ever met.
Of course, that was like 5 minutes after you met her. So... this has been a long time coming.
She gently spreads herself for you and you slide inside. <<kaylee "Oh my god it's so big, Professor!">> she says. You know given her history that she's just flattering you, but you're happy to play along.
You pound away at her from behind, going faster and deeper with every stroke. She keeps looking over her shoulder at you and moaning in ecstasy. You can't tell if she's really enjoying it this much, or if she's just really good at faking. Well, she's certainly good at faking, given her... profession. But you like the thought that you're making Kaylee the superslut feel pleasure like she's never felt before, so you just go with it and keep pounding her until you're about to cum. Before you explode inside her, you pull out and take a break.
She giggles and starts rubbing her tight little asshole in front of you. You know where this is going, and after your little rest period, you're ready to get back in the game. <<kaylee "How bad do you wanna fuck this tight little hole?">> she asks, continuing to finger her puckered anus. You don't respond, verbally. You simply shove your wet cock in and roughly plow in and out of her asshole.
Now she's moaning for real; you're convinced. You can feel her warm asshole gripping your cock, her muscles convulsing and tightening around it with every thrust. <<kaylee "OH FUCK! YES, PROFESSOR! FUCK MY DIRTY LITTLE HOLE! FUCK MY SLUTTY ASSHOLE!">> she screams. You're afraid that someone outside in the hall may hear her sreaming all this filth, so you reach around and cover her mouth. She keeps yelling what you are sure are the dirtiest things she can think of, but now muffled and unintelligible. Her body shudders as she orgasms. You can feel her tongue licking your hand as you continue to try to keep her quiet.
You're about to bust now as well, so you pull your cock out of her now gaping asshole. It makes a wet "pop" sound as you do. Kaylee knows exactly what time it is. She slides off the couch and onto her knees on the floor in front of you. You jerk your cock right in front of her open mouth as she eagerly awaits your load. You finally bust your nut and release all your cum into her slutty little mouth. She fucking loves it, giggling and playing with it, letting it drip down her face.
You flop to the floor, exhausted and spent. Kaylee swallows your cum, and starts to get dressed. Before you know it, she's back in her clothes. She looks at you, smiles and winks. Then, she leaves the office without saying another word. You lie there, naked, on the floor. Your limp, wet cock dribbling a few spare drops of cum onto your stomach. Better get dressed, you think. Just in case anyone decides to drop in.
<<kayleetrustGain 1>>
<<kayleeobedienceGain 1>>
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<</nobr>>After that long and quite interesting afternoon office session, you shut down your computer and gather up your things. It's getting late, so you make your way over to the other side of campus to catch the shuttle bus home. Things are starting to get very spicy with some of your students. It's a development that could certainly complicate things for you moving forward.
When you chose Harrington as your new home, it seemed like the perfect place for someone looking to disappear. The fact that you'd be teaching sex to a bunch of 18 and 19-year-old young women was just a bonus, really. You figured it would be nice to have some eye candy while you do your job. You never really expected anything sexual to develop, especially not so quickly.
But it seems like your students - and the women on this little island, in general - have some serious sexual desires that are not being met. Now you're quickly becoming the object of their desires, it seems. For now, that's fucking awesome. Shit, you've got your dick wet more in the last few days than you had in the previous few months. But there's bound to be consequences for all this fucking around. You need to make sure that you mitigate those consequences as much as possible.
As you arrive at Bellend Tower and saunter up to the bus stop, there's Casey. She's smiling at you in a way that makes you a bit uncomfortable, given what you were just pondering. <<if $lesson4==2>>Even though Kaylee assured you that Alyssa is not really trying to get you fired... and, given that Alyssa seems to be the leader of their little gang, the rest of them probably don't want to see you sacked either. You're still nervous though.<<else>><</if>> Casey might be a little devil, you never know.
<<casey "Well hello there, Sex Teacher!">> she says.
<<you "Good evening, Casey.">> you say, politely. She keeps smiling at you.
<<casey "So... how happy are you that we're, like, neighbors?">> she asks. You try to remain emotionless.
<<you "I didn't really think about it to be honest.">> you lie. She looks at you like she totally doesn't believe you.
<<casey "Bullshit! I saw you hiding behind the bus stop yesterday, hoping I wouldn't see you!">> she exclaims. <<casey "You scared of little old me?">> she asks.
FUCK ME. How the fuck did she see me? Well, it looks like this bus ride is gonna be a little more awkward than you'd originally expected. Casey is still looking at you for a response when the bus pulls up. You smile sheepishly at her and board the bus, hoping that she will just drop it. She doesn't.
She gets on the bus too and follows you to your seat. She sits down in the row in front of you. As the bus pulls away from the stop, she turns around and gets up on her knees. She looks right at you over the back of her seat. <<casey "So? Why are you so nervous?">> she asks.
<<you "I'm not.">> you lie... again. She lets out a laugh.
<<casey "Yeah you are! Look at you! You can't even look me in the eye!">> she says with a big smile.
<<you "It's just been a long day. I don't really feel like talking... to anyone.">> you say. She gets up from her seat in front of you and sits down right next to you. She keeps smiling at you.
<<casey "What are you so worried about?">> she asks. You realize you're not going to be able to deflect this conversation any longer.
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<</nobr>><<you "Look, Casey, I recognize that you're trying to be... friendly... with me. But I'm a teacher and you're a student at Harrington. So there are some who would see this as inappropriate.">> you say. She doesn't look like she's going to back off.
<<casey "Fuck 'em! They can't tell us what to do!">> she says.
<<you "Casey, even if nothing actually inappropriate were to happen... even the appearance of such a thing would be a big problem for me. I could be fired.">> you say. You're not really sure if that's true, but you don't want to risk it.
<<casey "You're not gonna get fired. Don't be silly!">> she says. You're not sure you believe her, and your expression says so.
<<you "What makes you so sure, huh Casey? Are you an expert on these things?">> you say, with more than a hint of sarcasm. She smiles at you.
<<casey "Let's just say I know a lot about how things work at this school... and in this town.">> she says. Well, that's fucking cryptic. Her expression belies some sort of secret; something she's not telling you. You noticed it yesterday as well, when she was giving you a ride to campus. There's something up with this girl, but you're not sure what it is.
<<you "Well... pardon me if I don't just take your word for it. The consequences of me getting fired are, well, more than just the loss of a job in this situation.">> you say. Why you gave that away to her, you're not sure. She looks at you, puzzled, but decides not to push on that particular topic. Instead, she changes the subject.
<<casey "OK, well... whatever that means, it's not important. What is important is that it's my birthday tomorrow!!">> she says with a huge, proud smile.
<<you "Happy Birthday.">> you say. She looks like she wants you to follow up and continue the conversation, but you're just hoping it will die off.
<<casey "Aren't you gonna ask me how old I'm gonna be?">> she asks. Might as well, now that it's clear she's not letting this go.
<<you "How old are you going to be, Casey?">> you ask.
<<casey "I'm gonna be $casey.age years old!">> she says.
<<you "That's great.">> you say with a polite smile.
<<casey "And I'm having a party at my house tomorrow night!">> she says. <<casey "Are you gonna come?">> she asks.
<<you "Casey, that really wouldn't be appropriate. I'm not sure I should even know about that. Are students even allowed to have parties here?">> you ask. She smiles mischeviously.
<<casey "Not usually. But I can.">> she says.
<<you "What makes you so special?">> you ask. She thinks for a moment.
<<casey "My parents are rich.">> she says. It's the same reason she gave you yesterday for why she's allowed to live off campus and have her own car. Obviously she has these special privileges for a reason, you're just not sure that "my parents are rich" is really the reason.
<<you "Well... I still think it would be inappropriate.">> you say.
<<casey "Aww... come on!">> she says. She puts her hand on your thigh. <<casey "We need a chaperone to make sure we're not being bad!">> she says. The combination of her touching your thigh and talking about "being bad" makes your cock perk up. Thankfully not enough for her to notice. That would be really awkward, you think to yourself.
<<you "Very funny, Casey. But you know I can't go to a party with students.">> you say. You're trying to get her to understand. She doesn't seem to be backing off, in fact... she's getting more agressive. She slides her hand up your thigh to your crotch and rubs your cock through your pants. There's nothing you can do now to stop your boner... and it is, as you expected, really awkward.
<<casey "See! You might be saying, 'no,' but this little guy is definitely saying, 'yes!'">> she says with a giggle. She rubs your cock firmly. You let out an involuntary moan. Thankfully, you two are the only ones on the bus, and the driver is too focused on driving to notice.
<<you "Oh God, Casey!">> you say. <<you "You shouldn't be doing this!">>
<<casey "I know. That's why it's fun!">> she says with a little giggle. This is major trouble, you think.
<<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-home2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/casey/caseywednesday411.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">
<img src="images/casey/caseywednesday413.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">
<img src="images/intro/thinking.jpg" alt="You're thinking hard." class="left">
<</nobr>>The bus is arriving at your stop, and you extricate yourself from Casey's clutches. She follows you off the bus and you both stand there as it pulls away and drives out of sight. You look at Casey. <<you "Well, goodnight Casey.">> you say and turn to leave. She grabs your arm to stop you.
<<casey "I'm serious about the party though. We really need a chaperone!">> she says. <<casey "Some of these girls can get pretty wild!">> she says. YOU THINK?!?!
<<you "OK. I'll think about it.">> you say. You really just want to get out of this situation. Casey gives you a big smile.
<<casey "Great! I'll see you tomorrow night then!">> she says. She leans in and kisses you on the cheek, and before you can say anything, she giggles and runs across the street to her house, leaving you alone at the bus stop. You stand there for a minute or two thinking. Trying to be the nice guy is not gonna work in this situation. It's just going to encourage her. Conversely... trying to be tough and rough with her probably won't work either, given the fact that she seems to have some sort of special privilege here. You're not going to be able to just bully her into submission.
You walk slowly to your apartment thinking about the situation. It seems like you're going to have to attend this party, reagardless of what future problems it might cause for you. Maybe Casey's right; maybe you can just be a chaperone. That'll work... right?
RIGHT?
...
Oh who the fuck am I kidding? This is gonna be trouble.
...
But it might be FUN trouble. And what's life without a little fun.
<<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-home3">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg courtyard>>
<img src="images/intro/apartmentext.jpg" alt="apartment complex" class="left">
<img src="images/sunday1/rogermickey.jpg" alt="mickey and roger" class="left">
<img src="images/thursday5/carneasada.jpg" alt="carne asada" class="left">
<img src="images/sunday1/rogermickey.jpg" alt="mickey and roger" class="left">
<</nobr>>You're about to enter your apartment when you notice a wonderfully enticing smell eminating from the courtyard. It's the smokey, savory smell of some sort of meat cooking on one of the barbeques over there. Since you missed lunch today, the smell makes your voracious hunger even worse.
Then it hits you. You are basically out of food at home. It's been a few days since you went shopping, and all of your leftovers have been consumed. Goddamn it! You peek around the corner and you see that the barbecue is being manned by your neighbors Mickey and Roger, the nice couple who shared their beers with you the other night. You really don't want to be a moocher, but you're also starving right now. Maybe they'll take pity on you. You head over to them to say hello.
They're focused on the cooking and don't notice you approach. <<you "That smells amazing, guys! What are you making?">> you ask. They both turn around and, recognizing you, they greet you with warm smiles.
<<mickey "Hey! Look who it is!">> Mickey says.
<<roger "$you.fakefirstName! How are you? It's good to see you again!">> Roger says. You shake their hands. Mickey pats you on the back.
<<you "Good to see you both as well! Seriously though, what is that you're making?">> you say, sniffing the air.
<<roger "My world famous carne asada!">> Roger says. <<roger "Second batch is almost done!">>
<<mickey "Here, give it a try.">> Mickey says. He holds out a plate with what you assume is the first batch on it. You take a forkfull off the plate and try it. It's FUCKING DELICIOUS!
<<you "HOLY FUCK THAT'S GOOD!">> you exclaim. It's taking all your restraint not to just grab the plate and run away with it. Roger and Mickey laugh.
<<mickey "I know, right?">> Mickey says.
<<roger "This is how I got him to marry me!">> Roger says with a laugh. You and Mickey both laugh along.
<<mickey "There's plenty here, if you want to join us.">> Mickey says. You do... you SO do. But you need to be polite.
<<you "I would hate to be a bother. You guys were so generous the other night.">> you say.
<<roger "Nonsense! Come and join us. We'd love to hear how everything's going for you on our little island.">> Roger says.
<<you "Well, if you insist!">> you say.
They smile at you and say, in unison, "We insist!"
<<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-home4">><</link>><<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<</nobr>><<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<</nobr>><<else>><</if>><<if $lesson4==1>>
<<speech "You">>Who's next?<</speech>>
You look around the class but no one volunteers.
<<speech "You">>OK, Lauren, you're next.<</speech>>
Though she looks uncomfortable, Lauren complies.
<<speech "Lauren">>Well... it's hard for me to talk about this.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>It's hard for everyone. That's the point, Lauren. We need to get past all this.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>No, I mean it's hard for me to pick just one thing that I regret.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>What do you mean?<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Well, you said that every day you think about what happened with you and Geoffry.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>And you wish that you could go back and do things differently, right?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, I do.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Well... that's how I feel too. About everything, pretty much.<</speech>>
The class looks at Lauren. They don't totally understand what she means.
<<speech "Lauren">>I'm just such a mess when I'm talking to other people. Most of the time, I... I feel like I just want to run away.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>And when I think back about it later, I almost always wish I'd have acted differently.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>I'm just such an idiot sometimes.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>No you're not, Lauren.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, Lauren. You're not.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>You're not an idiot.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>I know, but I just can't stop replaying things over and over in my head. I wish I'd said this instead of that, you know?<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>And it only makes me feel worse about myself.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Lauren, you shouldn't get hung up on things that you can't control. You can't go back in time, so what's the use worrying about that stuff?<</speech>>
Lauren looks a little angry with Olivia.
<<speech "Lauren">>I KNOW, Olivia. OK?! You think I don't know that?!<</speech>>
Olivia looks a little shocked and ashamed.
<<speech "Olivia">>Sorry. I shouldn't have said it like that.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>OK. I'm sorry I snapped at you. It's just... I KNOW all those things. And I know that I'd probably be happier if I could just forget it and move on...<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>...But I can't. It's just the way I am.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>It's OK, Lauren. I'm the same way.<</speech>>
Lauren looks surprised.
<<speech "Lauren">>You are?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Oh yeah! All the time. I'm always thinking about that stuff.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Really?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah! Why? Is that so hard to believe?<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Well... yeah!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Why?<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Because you're so... I mean... you're so... perfect.<</speech>>
Mikayla blushes and giggles a little.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasass.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Oh, I'm far from perfect, Lauren.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>No, i just mean I see you on TV... and you're so pretty and elegant... you just look like nothing ever bothers you.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Fuck, I think Mikayla might cheat on Geoffry with you if you keep talking like that, Lauren!<</speech>>
Lauren blushes and looks away.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenlookaway.jpg" alt="lauren"></div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Watch out, Mikayla... I think Lauren's gonna try to fuck you!<</speech>>
Mikayla gives Alyssa a dirty look. Alyssa smiles.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaannoyed.jpg" alt="mikayla"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Look, Lauren... when you were raised like I was, you get really good at hiding your true feelings and putting on a convincing act for the cameras. It's like it's just in my blood.<</speech>>
Lauren thinks about this for a few moments.
<<speech "Lauren">>I'm sorry, Mikayla. That must be hard.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>I mean, at least I get to be myself... even if I don't really like myself that much.<</speech>>
Lauren looks down at the floor.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenlookdown.jpg" alt="lauren"></div>
The class looks sad at what Lauren just said.
<<speech "Kaylee">>I like you, Lauren.<</speech>>
Lauren smiles at Kaylee.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurensmile.jpg" alt="lauren"></div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>You're not gonna try to fuck me, are you?<</speech>>
Kaylee sticks her tongue out at Lauren. Lauren looks nervous.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleetongue1.jpg" alt="kaylee"><img src="images/lauren/laurensurprised.jpg" alt="lauren"></div>
The class laughs.
<<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-class7">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson4==2>>
Lauren raises her hand.
<<speech "You">>Yes, Lauren?<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>It's really hard to talk about that stuff, though. At least, it is for me.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>I just get so nervous. I'm nervous just thinking about it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>But it's not hard when you really know someone, and you really care about them.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Maybe. I wouldn't really know.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Why not?<</speech>>
Lauren looks a little upset.
<<speech "Lauren">>Come on, Grace! I've never even been on a real date before. You think I'm going to be able to talk to someone about my deepest feelings?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Sorry. I shouldn't have said that.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Maybe you're right. I mean, I haven't ever been on a real date either. So I don't really know.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I guess I'm just hoping that it's easier to talk about that stuff with someone when you really love them.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>It can be. And, from my experience, it can be really liberating too.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>What do you mean?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Well, we all have things that we're scared to talk about, right?<</speech>>
The class all seem to agree.
<<speech "Sophia">>But we're talking about them here. And it feels good. Like it's a relief to say them to other people, right?<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Yeah, I guess.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Well, I found that it's the same way when you're in a relationship.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Like, you're so scared that whoever you're with is gonna think you're a freak if you tell them some of your secrets, but then you do it, and it doesn't really bother them at all.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>And that feels good.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>And that usually leads to them telling you their secrets too. And you realize that these things you thought were such a big deal, aren't really a big deal after all.<</speech>>
Sophia smiles at you.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiasmile.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
<<speech "Sophia">>Well said, Professor.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I can be pretty good at this stuff, sometimes.<</speech>>
<<sophialustGain 1>>
The class chuckles a bit at your joke.
<<speech "Lauren">>But what happens if you tell someone a secret... and they just think you're so weird or gross.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>What if it makes them hate you?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Then fuck it. You don't need them.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>That's easy for you to say.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>What's your point?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Just that it's not so easy for everyone to be like you. You don't really seem to let anything bother you.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Oh trust me, Grace. There's a ton of shit that bothers me.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yeah, but you don't seem to have a problem talking about any of it, is what I'm saying.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>That's not true.<</speech>>
Grace looks at Alyssa like she's mustering up her courage.
<<speech "Grace">>Well... would you tell us then? Tell us about something that you have trouble talking about?<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
<<speech "Grace">>Please?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>No.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>...Please?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>NO!<</speech>>
Grace looks at Alyssa with those big, brown puppy-dog eyes and a pleading expression.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
Alyssa finally breaks.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Fine.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-class7">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<</nobr>><<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<</nobr>><<else>><</if>><<if $lesson4==1>>
<<speech "You">>OK. Four more of you still need to go. Who's next?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I'll go.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Thanks, Grace. Go ahead.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I don't really have any... sex things to talk about...<</speech>>
Grace looks over at Kaylee nervously. She's probably afraid Kaylee will make fun of her again. Kaylee just remains silent and listens to Grace.
<div class="thought">I think Kaylee may have realized that not everyone takes her jokes as just jokes.</div>
<<speech "Grace">>But there is one thing that I really regret... and it's about a relationship, sort of.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Is it about that time you kissed a girl?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Oh no. I don't regret that at all.<</speech>>
Alyssa gives Grace the slightest of smiles. Only you and Grace notice it.
<<if $lesson1==1>><<speech "Sophia">>But isn't that why you ended up here?<</speech>><<else>><<speech "Sophia">>But didn't that really make your parents mad?<</speech>><</if>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yes. But I still don't regret it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>It may have made things harder for me... but I think I ended up where I am for a reason.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>What's that?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I don't know yet. But God has a plan for all of us.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>And now I've made some friends! So I'm happy.<</speech>>
The class smiles at Grace, even Alyssa.
<div class="thought">Funny how much can change in just a few days.</div>
<<speech "Lauren">>So what is it that you regret?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Well, before I kissed Becca... that was her name, Becca...<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>There was this boy who I was friends with at my church. His name was Thomas.<</speech>>
Kaylee looks like she's going to ask something.
<<speech "Grace">>Kaylee... please don't ask me about his... penis.<</speech>>
Kaylee refrains and just nods at Grace. Grace smiles back at her.
<<speech "Grace">>Thomas and I were friends for many years. He was very nice and sweet.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>And I think he liked me more than just friends, you know?<</speech>>
<<if $lesson1==1>><<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, Grace, you told us about him.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>He took you to your church dance, right?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Oh... no. That was a different boy.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Grace! Two guys?! You little slut!<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracedisappointed.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Just kidding. Keep going!<</speech>><<else>><</if>>
<<speech "Grace">>I really liked him too.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>You mean you liked him the same way he liked you?<</speech>>
Grace thinks for a moment.
<<speech "Grace">>Maybe I did... I don't know.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>How could you not know?<</speech>>
Grace looks at Olivia.
<<speech "Grace">>I just didn't know. I had never been in love before... so how could I know?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, I guess that makes sense.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>But did you want to fu... have sex with him?<</speech>>
Even though she softened her language for Grace's little churchmouse ears, Grace still shivers a little when Kaylee says "sex."
<<speech "Grace">>I don't know.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Was he hot?<</speech>>
Grace thinks about it for a few moments.
<<speech "Alyssa">>So that's a no.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I didn't say that!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, but if he was hot you wouldn't have to think about it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>She's right.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Maybe.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>It's OK, Grace. Sometimes you don't realize you think someone is hot until you get to know them.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah. Hot isn't always about looks and dick sizes.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah it is.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Come on, Kaylee. Really?<</speech>>
Kaylee thinks about it for a moment.
<<speech "Kaylee">>OK, maybe someone can get hotter when you get to know them a little.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Well, I didn't think Thomas was too handsome right away. Not that he was ugly or anything, he was just a normal boy.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>But he was really funny, and he was very kind. I liked that.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>So what happened with him?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Well... he was there when I kissed Becca... or when she kissed me, I guess.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>But I suppose I kissed her back. Either way, he saw the whole thing.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Was he pissed?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>No... but he looked so sad.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>When Becca and I kissed, I was so happy! It was a feeling like I had never felt before.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>But after it happened, I saw Thomas. And the look on his face...<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
<<speech "Grace">>I felt so bad for him.<</speech>>
The class sits silently for a moment digesting this.
<<speech "Alyssa">>You shouldn't feel bad for him, Grace. You did what you wanted to do and it made you happy, so fuck him!<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracedisappointed.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
<<speech "Grace">>But he was my friend! And I think I really hurt his feelings.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Feelings get hurt, Grace. That's the way the world works.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Maybe... but I don't want to be the one who hurts someone else. Especially not someone I care about.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>But you can't always control that, Grace. You can do your best, but... <</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, Grace, it's not your fault. It kinda sucks for him, but you can't live your life just to try to make other people happy, especially if you're gonna deny yourself your own happiness.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>But... maybe I should have... I don't know. Maybe I could have kissed Thomas too... and that would make him happy, maybe?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Grace really has a very naive conception of sex and love.</div>
<<speech "Mikayla">>But you can't just do something like that just because you want to make someone happy. Especially if you don't really love them.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah you can.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>What?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I fuck guys all the time just to make them happy. I don't love any of them. But when they're happy, they treat me real nice and buy me tons of shit. It fucking rules!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>But that's like... PROSTITUTION!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, I know. It's awesome!<</speech>>
Mikayla is at a loss for words.
<<speech "You">>OK, let's get back on topic. Grace? Please continue.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Well, that's it, really. I made Thomas sad, and he kinda stopped talking to me.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>He was still polite and kind to me, but he just stopped being the funny, sweet Thomas who I really liked.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>And it made me sad.<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
<<speech "Grace">>So that's the thing I regret.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>So you DO regret kissing that girl then.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Not kissing her, no. I just wish... I guess I wish that I could've kept it a secret from Thomas, so I wouldn't hurt his feelings.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>But if you'd done that and he found out anyway, he'd probably be even more hurt because you were lying to him.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, Grace. If you kept it a secret, he'd probably feel really betrayed.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I guess you're right. I just wish there would have been a way that we all could have been happy.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Just fuck both of them. Problem solved.<</speech>>
The whole class laughs. Grace blushes hard.
<div class="thought">I think Grace likes that idea more than the class realizes.</div>
<<speech "You">>OK, thanks Grace. That's all for you today.<</speech>>
<<gracetrustGain 1>>
<<laurentrustGain 1>>
<<speech "You">>Who's next?<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-class8">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson4==2>>
<div class="thought">The discussion is getting a little off topic.</div>
<div class="thought">But since Alyssa has agreed to open up and talk about something personal, I'm gonna let it go.</div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I'm not gonna say a lot, OK? So don't you all get your hopes up.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>But Grace... you say you think nothing bothers me?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Well, not exactly. It's more like...<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>You're tough. And no matter what happens to you, it's like you don't let it affect you.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Is that what you think?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>That's what it seems like to me.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I mean, I've gotten pretty used to people making fun of me...<</speech>>
Alyssa looks uncomfortable and a little ashamed. The "people" Grace is talking about is Alyssa and her friends.
<<speech "Grace">>... I can usually make it seem like it doesn't hurt...<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>But it always does. You just seem like nothing hurts you... like ever.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Well it may seem that way...<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>But it's not.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Shit hurts my feelings just like anyone else.<</speech>>
The whole class seems a bit surprised, even Kaylee.
<<speech "Kaylee">>But you never talk about any of that.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Of course I don't! If people knew how I really felt...<</speech>>
Alyssa puts her bitch armor back up.
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<<speech "Alyssa">>Forget it. It's stupid. I shouldn't have said anything.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Well, at least she admitted that she has feelings. That's a start.</div>
<<speech "You">>OK, Alyssa. Thank you for that. Do you think you could talk about healthy relationships?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Why?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Because that's the topic for the discussion today, remember?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>So would you like to say something about that?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>No.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Please, Alyssa?<</speech>>
Alyssa looks right at Grace.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Look, Grace, just because I agreed to stop making fun of you doesn't mean we're friends, OK?<</speech>>
Grace looks sad.
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<<speech "Grace">>Oh.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>OK.<</speech>>
Grace still can't look at Alyssa. Alyssa sees how upset she is.
<div class="thought">I think Alyssa may be starting to crack a little.</div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Oh fuck, Grace! Will you fucking stop it with the sad little girl thing!<</speech>>
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<<speech "Grace">>I'm sorry, Alyssa.<</speech>>
Grace still can't look at Alyssa. Alyssa is having trouble maintaining her armor.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Goddamn it! Fine!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>FUCK!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I'll say something, if Grace fucking promises to stop guilt tripping me!<</speech>>
Grace looks up at Alyssa and smiles.
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<<speech "You">>Thank you, Alyssa.<</speech>>
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<<speech "Alyssa">>Look, the reason I didn't want to talk about healthy relationships is because I don't know what to say!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>What do you mean?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Well fuck, Jasmine... what do you think I mean?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>We don't know unless you tell us.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>You can tell us, Alyssa.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Tell us.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I mean... I don't know much about it. About relationships, that's all.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>What do you mean? You've dated a bunch of guys before.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, but that doesn't mean anything.<</speech>>
Alyssa is noticeably uncomfortable. The class is all looking at her.
<<speech "Alyssa">>What do you want me to say?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Just tell us something about one of your relationships.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, just one little thing.<</speech>>
Alyssa looks increasingly upset, like a cornered animal.
<<speech "You">>Just one thing, Alyssa. It might make you feel better.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">This might be too tough for her to talk about today. But I'd like to see if she can do it.</div>
Alyssa grits her teeth. Then, suddenly, she explodes.
<<speech "Alyssa">>FINE!!!<</speech>>
The class is startled. Alyssa looks around at each of them with anger and contempt.
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<<speech "Alyssa">>What do you want to hear about?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>My fucked up love life?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>How about my fucked up family?!<</speech>>
The class is stunned. They sit silently as Alyssa's emotional outburst continues.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Let's talk about how my mom and dad hated each other!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>And how I fucking hate her!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>She's a greedy cunt, and she treated him like shit! Not that any of that matters anymore, cause he's fucking dead!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>He left me alone with that evil bitch!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>So that's my fucked up idea of what relationships are like! Is that enough for you all?!<</speech>>
Alyssa is starting to cry.
<<speech "Alyssa">>You want me talk about healthy relationships?!?!<</speech>>
The class is silent. No one responds.
<<speech "Alyssa">>WELL I CAN'T!!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I've never been in a healthy relationship, so how the fuck would I know what to say here?!?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I treat people like shit!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>All I do is use them!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>And then when they're all used up, I throw them away!!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>And anytime I really love someone, I just blow the whole thing up because all I can think about is how they're going to hurt me!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>So I just end it before they get a chance to.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>And it doesn't even fucking matter if I love them or not, because there's no fucking way that they love me back!<</speech>>
Alyssa lets out a desperate laugh through her tears.
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<<speech "Alyssa">>How could they?<</speech>>
Alyssa shakes her head and looks away from everyone. The room is silent for a few moments.
<<speech "Alyssa">>So is that what you all wanted?!<</speech>>
No one knows what to say.
<<speech "Alyssa">>NO ONE should ever listen to me about relationships.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Because the only thing I'm good at is ruining them.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Taking relationship advice from me is just about the stupidest fucking thing anyone can do! Unless you're looking for the best way to fuck everything up and make everyone miserable!<</speech>>
The class is silent. Everyone is looking at Alyssa with pain and sorrow in their expression. She can't face any of them, so she just looks at the ground and cries, softly. Kaylee puts her hand on Alyssa's back to try to comfort her, but Alyssa forcefully pulls away. Kaylee takes her hand away and just sits there looking helpless.
Grace gets up from her seat and walks over to Alyssa. She tries to comfort her the same way Kaylee did, but Alyssa, again, recoils. Grace tries again, and this time Alyssa stands up and physically pushes Grace away.
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<<speech "Alyssa">>Get the fuck away from me, Grace!<</speech>>
Alyssa walks to the corner of the room, unable to look at anyone. After a moment, Grace follows her. Alyssa sees her coming.
<<speech "Alyssa">>I said leave me alone!<</speech>>
Grace takes another step closer to Alyssa.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Fuck off, Grace! I'm serious!<</speech>>
Grace takes another step. She's standing right in front of Alyssa now. Alyssa has her hands up like she's about to shove Grace away. There are tears rolling down both of their faces. Alyssa's voice is just a whisper now.
<<speech "Alyssa">>~~Go away. I don't need your help.~~<</speech>>
Grace reaches out and hugs Alyssa tightly. Alyssa doesn't resist this time. She just starts sobbing. Grace is crying too. The whole class is crying. Hell, you're even crying a little. This goes on for several minutes. No one says anything. The only sound in the classroom is Alyssa sobbing and everyone else sniffling.
<div class="thought">I never expected Alyssa to show that kind of emotion.</div>
<div class="thought">It's good though. She's been bottling it all up.</div>
<div class="thought">She really needed this release.</div>
After a while, everyone calms back down. Alyssa and Grace return to their seats. There's a few moments of silence while everyone is trying to figure out what to do next.
<<speech "You">>Well, that's not what I expected, but I'm glad it happened.<</speech>>
You look at Alyssa.
<<speech "You">>Thanks for sharing that side of you, Alyssa.<</speech>>
She looks back at you, wiping her eye and sniffling.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>>
You give her a little smile, she doesn't smile back, but she doesn't scowl either.
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<div class="thought">Time to get this discussion back on track.</div>
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<<speech "Jasmine">>I'll go.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Thanks, Jasmine.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>So this is something that I never really told anyone.<</speech>>
The class listens intently. They seem to be excited to hear whatever Jasmine is about to reveal.
<<speech "Jasmine">>So you have to promise you won't tell anyone.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>UGH! Aren't we past this at this point?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Past what?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>The whole, "promise you won't tell anyone," thing.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I mean, Grace kissed a girl, Mikayla hates her parents-<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>-And FUCKED a girl!<</speech>>
The class giggles, Mikayla blushes.
<<speech "Kaylee">>-And fucked a girl, yeah. Lauren likes huge dicks. Sophia almost killed some bitch... <</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Can't we all just agree that we're gonna keep everything a secret?<</speech>>
Kaylee looks around the room. Everyone seems to agree.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Can you make it official, Professor?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>How?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I don't know, you're the boss here, right?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Damn right!</div>
<<speech "You">>OK. Everyone raise your right hand and repeat after me.<</speech>>
Everyone complies, though Alyssa sighs dramatically and rolls her eyes before doing so.
<<speech "You">>I swear I will keep everything we discuss as a class a secret...<</speech>>
They all repeat it in unison.
<<speech "You">>... Under penalty of... of... <</speech>>
<div class="thought">Fuck. I can't really think of a good penalty.</div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Group anal fisting.<</speech>>
The class bursts out laughing except Grace who looks scared and Kaylee who looks horny.
<<speech "You">>OK, not what I was thinking, but you get the point.<</speech>>
The class repeats, in unison, "OK, not what I was thinking, but you get the point."
<<speech "You">>Ha Ha. Very funny.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Is that good enough for you, Kaylee?<</speech>>
Kaylee gives you a thumbs-up.
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<<speech "You">>Good. Jasmine? Continue.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>So at the last foster home where I lived, my foster dad was like a real pervert.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>How much of a pervert?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>I'm getting there, Kaylee. Calm down.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Sorry. I just like hearing about perverts, you know?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Yes, Kaylee. We know.<</speech>>
The class laughs.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Sorry. Keep going.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Well, he was always like creeping on me. The way he looked at me, and some of the creepy shit he said to me.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Like what? What did he say?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Just creepy shit. Like one time he told me that I reminded him of the first girl he ever fucked. And he told me her name was Jasmine too.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>What are the chances of that?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>I don't think he was being honest, Grace. I think he just wanted to creep on me.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Oh.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Gross.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah. But I thought maybe I could use it to my advantage.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>You see, I was gonna age out of the foster system soon, and I figured I could maybe get him to pay me some money somehow.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>So I took some naked photos of myself and I sent them to him.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Ew! Why?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>I wanted to make it look like he was taking advantage of me. You know? Like that we were in an inappropriate relationship.<</speech>>
<<if $lesson2==1>><<speech "Jasmine">>You know what I mean, Olivia?<</speech>>
Olivia looks nervous. She shoots a subtle glance in your direction. She hasn't forgotten what happened in your office.
<<speech "Olivia">>No. I would never do something like that.<</speech>>
Jasmine gives Olivia a weird look. She's puzzled by that seemingly strange statement.
<<speech "Jasmine">>I didn't say that you would.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>OK.<</speech>>
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<<speech "Jasmine">>I thought if I could make it look like something bad was going on, that I could maybe get him to pay me some money, or something like that.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>So what happened?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Well, he went straight to my social worker and told her what I did.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>And even though he really was a creep all this time, She believed him over me.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah but he was telling the truth, wasn't he?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Well... yeah. But...<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>But he was still a pervy creep! They should've stapled his nuts to a flagpole!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">That's oddly specific.</div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>You fucked up, Jasmine.<</speech>>
Jasmine looks a little offended.
<<speech "Jasmine">>Excuse me?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I mean, you should have been building a case against this guy, slowly. You know, collecting evidence of everytime he did something inappropriate.<</speech>>
Alyssa looks right at you and smiles.
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<<speech "Alyssa">>That way, when you finally reveal it all...<</speech>>
She smiles at you again.
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<<speech "Alyssa">>There's nothing that fucking pervert can do about it.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Fuck you, Alyssa. You devious little cunt!</div>
Alyssa looks back at Jasmine.
<<speech "Alyssa">>You blew your load too quick.<</speech>>
Alyssa looks back at you.
<<speech "Alyssa">>It happens more often than you'd think.<</speech>>
The class notices the strange exchange that's happening here, but they don't seem to understand it, so they just ignore it and refocus on Jasmine.
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, I guess so.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Anyway, I guess I regret trying to do any of that stuff. I should have just kept my head down and my mouth shut.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Maybe I would have had an easier time after I aged out if I had done it that way.<</speech>>
The class is chattering over each other, all discussing Jasmine's story.
<div class="thought">They could go on like this for ages, and we need to move forward.</div>
<div class="thought">Besides, I don't like them all talking together about the best way to deal with an abusive pervert.</div>
<div class="thought">Hits a little close to home.</div>
<<speech "You">>EVERYONE QUIET DOWN!<</speech>>
The class stops talking and looks at you.
<<speech "You">>We need to move on.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Sophia, you're next.<</speech>>
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<<speech "You">>Let's get back to the topic at hand. Would anyone else like to say something?<</speech>>
Grace raises her hand.
<<speech "You">>Yes, Grace?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I said before... I don't really know that much about relationships, but I think that if you want to have a good one, you need to be kind and caring.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK, Grace. Would you like to expand on that a little?<</speech>>
Grace thinks for a moment.
<<speech "Grace">>Well, I think that sometimes people are mean to each other even when they're boyfriend and girlfriend. And I never know why they do that.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I just think they'd be a lot better off if they were nice to each other.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Grace, I get where you're coming from... but that sounds SO FUCKING BORING!<</speech>>
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<<speech "Grace">>Yeah. Maybe you're right.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Oh no you don't! Grace, don't you dare do that sad puppy thing again!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>We've cried enough today!<</speech>>
Grace giggles a little and smiles at Alyssa. Alyssa smiles back.
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<<speech "Kaylee">>Look, Grace, all I meant is that if you're both just happy and nice all the time... then when does all the hot fucking happen?!<</speech>>
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<<speech "Kaylee">>I mean, haven't you ever just wanted to claw someone's eyes out one minute, and then just wanted to fuck their brains out the next?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Oh my! No!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>I have!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Me too!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>But... that doesn't sound very... healthy.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>She's right. That sounds like a very toxic relationship.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. But it sure is hot!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Yeah it is!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>See? Sophia gets it!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>But then don't you always feel sad and angry when you're with that person? That shouldn't be how you feel when you're with someone you say you love.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Love is a weird thing, Grace. Sometimes it's like that.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Maybe. I don't really know.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>OK, Kaylee, I see where you're coming from. But Grace is right too. I think she just means that you should be empathetic.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>You should try to understand how your partner is feeling and you should act with that always in mind. Right, Grace?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yeah. That's what I mean.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>I think that makes sense. You're never going to be able to make it work if you're always just fighting with them.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>But the sex is so fucking hot! Right?<</speech>>
Kaylee looks around the room for support. Sophia and Olivia still seem to know what she means, but they're also thinking about the other side of the argument.
<<speech "Kaylee">>OK, maybe you shouldn't be actively trying to piss your partner off all the time... like, just for the super hot sex.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>But if you two are just all lovey dovey and sweet as sugar all the time... that would just be so boring! And boring can kill a relationship too.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>She's right about that. There has to be some excitement.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>What do you think, professor?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Is this some kind of a setup?</div>
<div class="thought">Even though Alyssa opened up... she still seems suspicious.</div>
<<speech "You">>This is your discussion, not mine. I'm just here to facilitate.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Lame!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Fine. Mikayla, you've been in the longest relationship here out of any of us.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I guess so.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Well, how did you keep things exciting all this time?<</speech>>
Mikayla thinks about it for a moment, then gets ready to reply.
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Sophia looks around the room nervously. It's as if she's surprised that it's her turn. She realizes that we're getting to the end of class, and she's not going to be able to avoid this any longer. She reluctantly speaks.
<<speech "Sophia">>So I used to work at a sneaker store. It was one of those places that sold designer sneakers, you know, the kind that people line up and wait overnight to get. Like the kind that cost thousands of dollars sometimes.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Thousands?! Just for sneakers?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Yeah Grace. Thousands.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>But... why?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>People collect them.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, they only make a limited run of them and people pay top dollar to get a pair.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Wow. I didn't know. I just go to SpendLess and get whatever ones fit the best.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, well this store wasn't really for people like you, Grace.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Come to think of it, it really wasn't for people like me either.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>What do you mean?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Well, It's not like I could afford any of them. Not by a long shot.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>The store was in this super rich neighborhood. I had to take two busses just to get there.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>So it's like where Mikayla lives?<</speech>>
Kaylee looks at Mikayla.
<<speech "Kaylee">>I assume?<</speech>>
Sophia looks at Mikayla. Mikayla looks a little uncomfortable with the class all focusing on her.
<<speech "Sophia">>Well, I don't know where Mikayla lives, exactly, but... yeah. Pretty sure it's like where Mikayla lives.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>So am I just the token rich girl here?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yup. And I'm the token orphan girl... Grace is the token religious girl... Sophia's the token hood girl...<</speech>>
Kaylee raises her hand.
<<speech "Kaylee">>I'm the token slut!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>OK, OK. I guess I am.<</speech>>
The class giggles a little then settles back down to listen to Sophia.
<<speech "Sophia">>So there was this guy who would come in to the store like two or three times a week. He was always dropping huge money on sneakers.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>And every time he did, he'd flirt with me.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Was he handsome?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>I mean, not like Diznee prince handsome, but he was really hot.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>You guys ever wonder how big Diznee princes' dicks are?<</speech>>
Kaylee looks around the room for an answer. The class just stares back at her silently.
<<speech "Kaylee">>So I'm the only one?!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Kaylee. Please.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, sorry. Keep going, Sophia.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>So I used to flirt back with him a little, you know, here and there. It was fun and harmless, I thought.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Did he ask you out?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, a bunch of times.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>But you didn't say yes?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>No I turned him down all the time.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Why?! I thought you said he was hot?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>He was. But he was also super rich... and I...<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>...Look, I had to take the bus to work everyday at a store where some of the sneakers cost more than I'd make in 3 months.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Oh damn! Richie Rich wanted to get his dick wet on the wrong side of the tracks! You should have fucked him, Sophia!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah! He'd probably buy you shit.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Look, I don't need anyone's charity!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>It's not charity! You'd be earning all of it with your pussy.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Damn right!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>And if Kaylee can make the kind of money she does with her sloppy loose pussy, just imagine how much you could make with the tight little one you've got!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Damn ri-<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Hey! My pussy isn't that loose!!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Seriously?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>OK fine.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>So as I was saying, he asked me out a lot, but I was always turning him down.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Why?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>I was scared. If I went out with him... I... I guess I was scared of what he would think about me, and about where I lived and how I grew up.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>I was ashamed.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>You shouldn't be ashamed of that.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Easy for you to say!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, Mikayla. Wasn't it like a week ago that you were calling me... what was it? New-money-trash?<</speech>>
Mikayla looks ashamed.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, OK. I'm sorry.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>It's just hard for someone who grew up where I did to even imagine trying to fit in with-<</speech>>
Sophia looks at Mikayla.
<<speech "Sophia">>-People like you.<</speech>>
Mikayla looks uncomfortable.
<<speech "Mikayla">>I guess I can understand that.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>So what happened?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Well, eventually I agreed to go out with him. He wanted to take me to this party at one of his friends' houses.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>I was so nervous! The house was like the biggest, fanciest mansion I'd ever seen! And there were so many people at the party, and I didn't know any of them.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Sounds like a nightmare.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Well, actually it was really fun. And all of his friends were super cool with me. At least, I thought they were.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>So... what happened?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Well, he took me up to one of the bedrooms in the house, and we were up there fucking.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Fuck yeah! Now we're getting to the good part.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>No, Kaylee... we're not. Trust me.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Turns out the guy and his friends had hidden a camera in the room.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Oh my!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>The whole thing was just one big sick joke.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>The next day they posted the video online with the title "Ghetto pussy is the tightest!! Get you some, boys!!"<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Fucking pigs!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>That's awful!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Apparently they had been planning it all with each other for months. And he was just flirting with me because he wanted to fuck me for that video.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>I was like a trophy for him.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>That fucking sucks.<</speech>>
Sophia, usually tough, looks like she's about to cry.
<<speech "Sophia">>So that's it. That's the one I regret the most.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">I think she's said enough.</div>
<<speech "You">>Thanks, Sophia. You're done.<</speech>>
Sophia gives you a weak smile then looks away, ashamed to face the class.
<<sophiatrustGain 1>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Sophia... I'm sorry.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Why?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Well, I am the token rich girl. And what happened to you was horrible. And I just feel bad.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>You didn't do anything.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I know. I still feel bad though.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Well, thanks, I guess.<</speech>>
The class sits in silence. They all seemingly feel bad for Sophia.
<div class="thought">That was pretty heavy.</div>
<div class="thought">I'm kind of a psychopath, but even I feel a little bad for Sophia.</div>
<div class="thought">The whole class seems pretty upset by that.</div>
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<div class="thought">Well... get ready for a major tonal shift, because...</div>
<<speech "You">>Kaylee, you're next.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-class10">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson4==2>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Well... I think that Geoffry and I have an understanding of what the other one wants out of the relationship.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>And because of that, we both know what part we have to play.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>See? charm, like I said.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Good job, Jasmine.</div>
You smile at Jasmine and she smiles back.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile1.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div>
<<jasminelustGain 1>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, but if everything's working so well, why did Geoffry sleep with another guy?<</speech>>
Mikayla looks offended.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaoffended.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Sophia!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Sorry, Mikayla. But that's what happened, right?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, Mikayla. Your dude fucked another dude. You said it yourself.<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaannoyed.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Well... yes. He did. But that's not the same thing.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>He didn't do that because I wasn't exciting enough.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>He did it because he's... he's gay.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I thought he was bi? I mean... you two had sex, right?<</speech>>
Mikayla looks uncomfortable.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasad.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yes.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>But?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>But we only did it once. And... <</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>No. I can't talk about this. I promised Geoffry.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I think the fucking cat is well out of the bag at this point, Mikayla.<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasad.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Just tell us. You'll feel better.<</speech>>
Mikayla hesitates for another moment, then seems to concede.
<<speech "Mikayla">>After Geoffry cheated... and after I cheated too... we made an...<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>...Arrangement.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Geoffry told me that he was gay. And he told me that when he was young... he was really confused.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>He thought that he loved me. And I thought I loved him.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>And in a way, we did. I still love him, to this day. But not romantically. And he doesn't love me that way either.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Because... he's gay.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>So why are you still with him?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Kaylee... Geoffry grew up the same way I did. He's from the same kind of family.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>And they have the same kind of expectations of him that my family has of me. Do you understand?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Not really.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I'm guessing that being gay doesn't really go over well with the WASPy country club crowd.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Exactly.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Oh. OK, I get it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>So you two are just pretending?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yes.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Doesn't that get really hard?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yes. But I guess I'm used to it by now.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Pretending to be something I'm not, I mean.<</speech>>
The class thinks about what they've just learned.
<<speech "Jasmine">>But how long can you keep that up?<</speech>>
Everyone looks at Jasmine.
<<speech "Jasmine">>I mean... you were saying that you're going to marry him one day. Are you really going to go through with that?<</speech>>
Everyone looks at Mikayla.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yes. That's what we agreed to. That's our arrangement.<</speech>>
Jasmine looks stunned. The whole class does, in fact.
<<speech "Jasmine">>But... what about your life, Mikayla? You'd give up the chance to find love and to live your life, just to keep Geoffry's secret?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Why?<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasad.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div>
Mikayla looks upset. She can't come up with a response. The class waits for her to say something.
<<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-class10">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<</nobr>><<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<</nobr>><<else>><</if>><<if $lesson4==1>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Well, there's not a lot of sexual encounters that I regret...<</speech>>
<div class="thought">There's a surprise.</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>...But I will say, there is one.<</speech>>
Kaylee pauses and the whole class pays attention, waiting for what is sure to be an interesting story.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Is this the one about the... you know, THAT guy?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Which guy?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>You know which guy!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>The guy with the hair?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Which guy with the hair?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>The guy with the long hair or the guy with the curly hair?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>No, it's not about either of those guys.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Oh. OK.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>So there was this guy...<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Wait, it's not the one about the guy with the limp, right?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Which guy with the limp?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE! GET ON WITH IT!<</speech>>
<<if $lesson2==1>>You give Olivia a stern look.
<<speech "Olivia">>Sorry, Professor.<</speech>><<else>><</if>>
<<speech "You">>Can we get on with it, please?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Sorry.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Sorry.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>So this guy was one of my first JustFans subs. He was there like right from the very beginning.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Actually, he was one of my first InstantGrum followers too before that.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I can't tell you his name, but let's call him... Bill.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>OHHHH... OK! It's the one about THAT guy!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, THAT guy.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Can you please tell us who THAT guy was?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I'm getting there, Lauren! Damn!<</speech>>
Kaylee smiles and Lauren giggles a little.
<<speech "Kaylee">>So he was always messaging me and telling me how hot he thought I was.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>And he was always sending me all kinds of gifts to my P.O. box. Really expensive shit too, like jewelry, sexy lingerie, shoes, smartphones, shit like that.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>He was like my favorite Daddy.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Fuck, how many "Daddies" do you think Kaylee has?</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>So we talked a lot, privately. And he always wanted to actually meet up. He said he'd pay me crazy amounts of money just for one date with me.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>What's "crazy amounts?"<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Ummm... like enough to buy a really nice car. Or like three or four shitty cars.<</speech>>
The class is shocked by this.
<div class="thought">I'm guessing that's around 100K. Damn, Kaylee...DAMN.</div>
<<speech "Grace">>What did you do?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Well, I agreed to meet up with him and go on a date.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Did you fuck him?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I'm getting there! Damn, you bitches are so fucking horny!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">You're one to talk.</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>So he took me on this great date, and at the end of it, I had a little something special planned for him.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>See, he always wanted me to dress up in schoolgirl shit when I was private camming for him. That shit really got him horny.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>So I figured, what better way to end the night than to sneak him into my school and fuck the shit out of him in one of the classrooms.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Oh my goodness! Kaylee!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>What?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I... I... I don't know. I guess I shouldn't be shocked anymore.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, probably not.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>How did you even know you'd be able to sneak him in?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Well... he wasn't actually the first guy I did this with.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Did this, like escorting? Or did this, like sneaking into the school?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yes.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>So, anyway... we got into the school, and we started fucking in one of the classrooms.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>And he was just about to put it in my ass...<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracedisappointed.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>...When the door flies open and a bunch of cops come swarming into the room!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Holy shit!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Oh fuck!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Oh my God!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Oh my goodness!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>What?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>HAHAHA!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>So they put both of us in handcuffs, they don't even let us get dressed! And you know what they charged me with?!<</speech>>
Kaylee looks around at everyone in the class.
<<speech "Kaylee">>They said I was running a prostitution ring out of my school!!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Can you fucking believe that?!<</speech>>
The class is silent. Kaylee looks around trying to get some support.
<<speech "Lauren">>But... didn't that guy pay you?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>And didn't you say you did the same thing before?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>And you had sex with all these guys...<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>... In your school...<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>... For money?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah... so?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Kaylee, I hate to break it to you... but that's the textbook definition of running a prostitution ring out of your school.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>SEE KAYLEE?! I fucking told you so!<</speech>>
Kaylee thinks for a moment then shrugs.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Well... Fuck me. I guess I am a prostitute.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">It's a good thing Kaylee's hot because she's not the sharpest pencil in the box.</div>
The class is silent. No one really knows what to say.
<<speech "Kaylee">>So that's it. That's my story.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Any questions?<</speech>>
Kaylee looks around for a moment.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Did he have a big dick?<</speech>>
Everyone stares at Mikayla in disbelief and then bursts out laughing. Mikayla smiles at her little joke.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasass.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div>
The class settles down. There is a long silence as no one really knows how to proceed.
<<speech "Grace">>Well... did he?<</speech>>
The class bursts out laughing even harder than before.
<<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-class11">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson4==2>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Because I really do care about him.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>And because he's keeping a secret for me too.<</speech>>
The class is riveted to Mikayla now. They're all waiting to hear what her big secret is, but she doesn't say anything.
<<speech "Kaylee">>So what is it?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I can't tell you.<</speech>>
Mikayla says it with a definite sense of finality. She's told some secrets about herself... everyone in class has, really. But this seems like one that's too big for her to share... at least right now.
<<speech "You">>That's fine, Mikayla. You've said enough.<</speech>>
The whole class looks angry that you've decided to let Mikayla off the hook.
<<speech "Alyssa">>What the fuck, Professor?! You made me say all that shit and now the queen just get's a pass?!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Drop it, Alyssa. Now's not the time.<</speech>>
Alyssa looks pretty mad.
<<speech "Alyssa">>UGH! FINE!!<</speech>>
<<alyssatrustLose 1>>
She crosses her arms and sulks. You glance over at Mikayla and she gives you a little smile.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylahalfsmile1.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div>
<<mikaylatrustGain 1>>
<<mikaylalustGain 1>>
<div class="thought">Mikayla will tell us when she's ready. For now we can get back to the discussion.</div>
<<speech "You">>OK, so we agree that you need to have charm and kindness in a healthy relationship. But you also need to find ways to keep things exciting.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>We're getting towards the end of class now. Is there anything anyone else would like to add?<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Even though I don't know too much about this stuff... I think that people need to trust each other... in a relationship, I mean.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK, Lauren. That's good. I feel the same way.<</speech>>
<<laurenlustGain 1>>
You look around the room.
<<speech "You">>Anyone else?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>For sure.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>I agree.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Yeah. Me too.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I guess so.<</speech>>
Grace and Mikayla nod their agreement. Alyssa is the last hold out. Everyone looks at her.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Sure. Whatever.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Well... it's the end of class. And it looks like old Alyssa is back.</div>
<<speech "You">>I guess that's one thing we all agree on.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-class11">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>>
<<if $lesson2==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
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<</nobr>><<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg classroom>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div>
<</nobr>><<else>><</if>><<if $lesson4==1>>
The class is still giggling and chattering after the discussion. They seem to be getting along really well. Even Alyssa is smiling... and not her usual demon smile when she's plotting something. It's more like a genuine happy smile. She's even talking and laughing with Grace and Olivia which is something you wouldn't have even imagined possible just a few days ago.
<div class="thought">The harder I try to humiliate this group, the more they seem to be bonding and enjoying these discussions.</div>
<div class="thought">It's certainly not going as planned.</div>
<div class="thought">I've still managed to maintain authority over them, though... despite the fact that they're coming together as a group.</div>
<div class="thought">I'll need to make sure I can maintain that authority in the future. But for now, I need to deal with Jasmine and Sophia.</div>
<<speech "You">>OK everyone. That's it for today. See you all tomorrow.<</speech>>
They all get up and start making their way to the door. Jasmine and Sophia are the last two remaining in the classroom.
<<speech "You">>Jasmine, Sophia.<</speech>>
They both look up at you.
<<speech "You">>Stay here. We need to talk.<</speech>>
They both look nervous.
<div class="thought">They probably thought they got away with it.</div>
<<speech "Jasmine">>What's up?<</speech>>
They're both being cheerful and trying to pretend they have no idea why you held them back.
<<speech "You">>Harrington is a smoke free campus.<</speech>>
Sophia looks guilty. Jasmine still tries to play it off.
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yes. It is.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Students are not allowed to smoke. It's a major rule violation.<</speech>>
Jasmine looks nervous. She knows you know.
<<speech "You">>Is there anything that either of you would like to tell me?<</speech>>
They look at each other. Sophia looks like she wants to confess, but Jasmine tries one last hail mary.
<<speech "Jasmine">>Just between us, Professor... I think Alyssa was smoking this morning. That's what you smelled before class.<</speech>>
You look at Sophia. She looks at Jasmine.
<<speech "You">>Sophia? It that what you think too?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Because if there's something different that you'd like to tell me, now would be the time.<</speech>>
Sophia looks at Jasmine, pleadingly, but Jasmine keeps a straight face.
<<speech "You">>Honesty means a lot to me. I'm willing to do what I can to help a troubled student, as long as they're honest with me.<</speech>>
You wait for a few moments to see what Sophia is going to do.
<<speech "Sophia">>I... I think it was Alyssa.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Well, that's disappointing... as a teacher. But as a pervert... it means I get to get them both alone in the office this afternoon.</div>
<<speech "You">>OK. If that's all you have to say, then I will need both of you to come to my office this afternoon, 2:00 pm sharp.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>We need to have a talk.<</speech>>
Jasmine puts on a fake surprised look.
<<speech "Jasmine">>Why? What do we need to talkk about?<</speech>>
You look back at her.
<<speech "You">>Honesty, Jasmine. Honesty.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You're both dismissed.<</speech>>
They look at each other, then hang their heads as they leave the room. You lean out into the hallway and call after them.
<<speech "You">>And do NOT be late!<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-class end">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson4==2>>
<<speech "You">>OK everyone. That's all we have time for today. I think we really had a good discussion. I'm very proud of the work you are all putting in, so thank you all for being so dedicated.<</speech>>
The class seems pleased by your praise and thanks. They all begin gathering up their belongings. Then Alyssa addresses them all.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Hey! Listen up!<</speech>>
The class all stop what they're doing and listen to Alyssa.
<<speech "Alyssa">>I don't know what was going on with me today. I think I'm PMS-ing or something.<</speech>>
The class giggles. They think she's joking around. She's not.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Stop fucking laughing!<</speech>>
The whole class stops abrubtly.
<<speech "Alyssa">>If ANY of you bitches says ANYTHING about what happened today...<</speech>>
Alyssa looks around the room menacingly.
<<speech "Alyssa">>...I will fucking destroy you. Got it?<</speech>>
Everyone nods. Alyssa takes one last look at everyone, and seems satisfied that they will keep quiet.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Good. That's it.<</speech>>
Everyone gathers their things and leaves the classroom; everyone except Alyssa and Kaylee. They linger and approach you. Alyssa has a sly smile on her face.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssastory.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
<div class="thought">This makes me nervous.</div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Professor?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Yes, Alyssa?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I was thinking... there are still some things I want to talk about.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>That's good, Alyssa. I'm glad you're getting involved in these discussions. I'll make sure you have time to talk in tomorrow's class.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Oh no. These are... private things.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Do you think I could come to your office to talk about them?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">I'd rather you not... but I don't really have a choice here.</div>
<div class="thought">And it's probably better if I go along with her on this rather than piss her off.</div>
<<speech "You">>Sure. My office hours schedule is open this afternoon if you would like to drop by. I'll be there at 2:00 pm.<</speech>>
Alyssa smiles.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Great! I'll see you then.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Can I come too?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Umm... sure, Kaylee. I think I can make time for you as well.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Awesome! See ya later, Teach!<</speech>>
With that, both of them exit the classroom and head into the hall. There are many students milling about out there. Alyssa sees her friend group and approaches them with a big smile.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Hey bitches!<</speech>>
They all smile and start chattering and giggling with her as the group walks down the hallway and around the corner, out of sight.
<div class="thought">Seems like she's back to her old self again.</div>
<div class="thought">Lord help us all.</div>
<<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-class end">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>Jasmine is fuming at Sophia for breaking rule number one. Sophia is way past that at this point, though. She keeps pleading with you. <<sophia "Please, please, Professor!">> she says. It's interesting that Sophia is the one who cracked. Both of these girls are very street smart, but Sophia always seemed like the tough girl. But looks can be deceiving sometimes. Perhaps Sophia's tough girl exterior was just an act that she needed to perform because of where she grew up.
<<you "Sophia, there's nothing more you can say.">> you tell her. She looks dejected.
<<jasmine "Yeah, Sophia. Don't you think you've said enough?">> Jasmine says, her voice dripping with contempt. you address her.
<<you "There's no sense in you being mad at her, Jasmine. This was only going to end one way. And at least Sophia was honest, eventually.">> you say. Jasmine actually seems to take this to heart, thought her instincts tell her she should still be angry with Sophia.
<<jasmine "So what happens now?">> Jasmine asks. You look at both of them. Sophia looks like she might cry. Jasmine is trying to remain calm, but you can tell she's scared as well. You shake your head and sigh, dramatically. You really want to milk this moment.
<<you "Jasmine... I really thought that you were starting to come around. In class, you started to open up and be honest with everyone. And it really impressed me.">> you say. <<you "I know how you were raised, and I realized how hard it must have been, so I cut you some slack when you lied before.">> you say. Jasmine looks away, unable to face you. <<you "And you, Sophia.">> you say, looking at her now. <<you "You're incredibly intelligent, even though most people probably don't realize it. I really expected better from you.">> you say.
Both girls sit in their shame, not making eye contact with you. <<you "I'm just so disappointed in both of you. And I really wanted to give you both another chance, because I really thought that you both deserved one.">> you say. <<you "But since you've both decided to just keep lying and taking advantage of my trust in you... well... at this point, there's not really anything more I can do for either of you.">> you say. There's a certain finality to your statement, and it hits both of them hard. Sophia begins to cry. Jasmine looks up at you with pleading eyes.
<<jasmine "Please, Professor. I know we really fucked up. I'm really sorry. Sophia is really sorry.">> Jasmine says. <<jasmine "Isn't there anything we can do so you'll give us another chance?">> she asks.
This is exactly what you were waiting for. <<you "Jasmine, you've had enough chances. I can't keep looking the other way anymore.">> you say. Sophia looks up at you through her tears.
<<sophia "Please, Professor! There has to be something we can do!">> she pleads.
<<jasmine "We'll do anything.">> Jasmine says. Here's the moment where you could just force them to do whatever you want them to do, and they'd do it. But if you really want to control them, and gain their true loyalty and obedience, there's a better way to handle it.
<<you "I don't know, girls. This is a situation where, clearly, you should both be expelled. I mean, if I don't follow through on that, MY job could be at risk. I have a responsibility here, and I can't think of anything you could do to make this right.">> you say. Sophia and Jasmine both look dejected.
<img src="images/sophia/sophiapleading.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"><<sophia "Please, Professor. You have to think of something! There has to be something we can do!">> Sophia says desperately. You look right at both of them. Now is the time.
<<you "I honestly can't think of anything that you two could do to convince me.">> you say. You put on a look of frustration and sadness; as if you're really trying to come up with some way to help them. <<you "I really don't want to have to do this... but I can't think of any other way.">> you say. Then you look to them one last time and ask, <<you "Can you?">>
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<</nobr>>With the door locked and your privacy secured, you slowly walk back around to the center of your office. You stand in front of the girls as they sit in front of you. You look down at them. Neither of them make eye contact with you; they both seem pretty intimidated.
Good.
<<you "So. Which one of you is going to tell me the truth?">> you ask. It's a seemingly simple question, but it has deeper implications. You're getting past all the bullshit here. You've let them know that you know they were lying. And, you've driven a wedge between them by singling each of them out.
They hesitate, neither of them wanting to be the one to talk first. Both of these girls grew up in pretty bad situations. Neither of them want to snitch. When you're brought up like they were, don't snitch is rule number one. <<you "I'm waiting.">> you say. They look at each other, almost as if they are trying to make sure the other keeps quiet. But they realize one of them has to say something.
<<sophia "We told you the truth, Professor.">> Sophia says. This seems to embolden Jasmine. She speaks up as well.
<<jasmine "Yeah, Professor. What else do you want?">> she asks. You shake your head and sigh.
<<you "I want you to be honest with me. But it doesn't seem like you're going to do that.">> you say, calmly. This seems to make Sophia a little miffed. Even though she's lying, and she knows it, she has a real temper when it comes to people not believing her.
<<sophia "Look, you can't prove anything!">> Sophia says. That's a big mistake, and Jasmine realizes it. She looks at Sophia with frustration. Only guilty people resort to the "you can't prove anything" line.
<<you "Sophia, I saw both of you smoking by the dumpsters behind that building this morning. I watched you light up, smoke, then put out the butts and sneak back around to the front of the building looking suspicious as hell the entire time.">> you say. It's a lie, of course. You didn't see any of that except the last part... but they don't know that. <<you "And lying about it to me makes it so much worse for both of you.">> you say.
Sophia remains silent, refusing to look at you. Jasmine still looks frustrated, but says nothing. <<you "So that's why I wanted to discuss honesty with both of you.">> you say. <<you "The smoking was bad, that's for sure. You both would certainly have been punished for that alone...">> you say. <<you "But if you had been honest with me, I would have taken it easy on both of you.">>
Sophia looks guilty as hell right now. Jasmine looks like she knows she's caught as well, but she's still trying to see if there's a way out of this. But there isn't. <<you "So lying to me, repeatedly, is a much more severe offense for each of you. It's one that could very well end with each of you being expelled from Harrington today.">> you say.
At this, Sophia panics. Jasmine is probably panicking too, but she's good at hiding it. Both of them realize what expulsion means for them; prison. And that's as serious as it gets. Sophia cracks. <<sophia "OK, we were smoking. Please, Professor! I'm sorry we lied! You can't expel us!">> she pleads. Jasmine erupts in anger.
<<jasmine "Shut the fuck up, Sophia!!">> she yells. You've got these two right where you want them.
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<</nobr>>You're in your office waiting for Jasmine and Sophia to arrive. These two have been pretty good in class this week, especially considering that they were barely engaged in the discussions at first. They've opened up, and that's good. But, they've also lied; especially Jasmine. She's been lying about a lot of things, and it's time you regained control. <<if $lesson2==2>>Even though you had a little heart to heart with her at lunch a couple days ago, and the two of you seemed to have come to an understanding... you<<else>>You<</if>> can't let her get away with smoking on campus and then trying to blame it on another student...even if that other student is that little demon Alyssa.
Sophia seems less comfortable lying. You know that she's had issues with people not believing her in the past, and maybe that's contributing to her actions here. Regardless, you need to get her under control as well. She's incredibly intelligent, but her emotions often get the best of her. That's the weakness you can work with.
<img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left">Precisely at 2:00 pm, there's a knock on your door. You get up from your desk and walk over to the door, opening it to reveal Jasmine and Sophia. Right on time. <<you "Hello, ladies.">> you say. <<you "Please come in and sit down.">>
They both enter the office and sit. You close the door behind them and lock it. Jasmine notices the click of the lock. <<jasmine "Why are you locking the door?">> she asks.
<<you "Because these sessions are confidential. I don't want another student barging in.">> you say. It's the truth... sort of. You don't want other students barging in, but not because you want to protect Jasmine and Sophia's privacy. Moreso you don't want anyone to see what you're about to do to these two.
Jasmine and Sophia, however, seem to accept your explanation. They sit patiently, waiting for you to say something to start the conversation.
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<</nobr>>You look down at Sophia blowing you. She's pulled up her shirt and you can see her perky little breasts popping out from beneath it. Jesus she's fucking hot! She sucks your cock with skill and focus. She really wants to make sure you won't expel her.
While this is going on, Jasmine is putting on a sexy strip tease for you. She's nearly got all her clothes off and she's dancing and gyrating in front of you. You watch her tiny tatooed body... her hips, her eyes... she's hypnotizing you. She looks right at you while Sophia's mouth continues to work on your hard dick.
Your eyes trace up and down the entire length of Jasmine's fit little body. She rubs her hands all over herself, sensually delighting your imagination. She's sucking on her finger and playing with her hard little nipples. This girl is really putting on a show for you. You played this perfectly; you've got one beautiful girl naked, rubbing herself down in front of you, while another beautiful girl sucks your cock. And all because of a couple of cigarettes. Wow.
You look back down at Sophia. She smiles up at you with those pretty blue eyes. Goddamn she's fucking gorgeous! She has an exotic sexyness about her and she really knows how to lean into that look. She's nearly perfect; young, fit, hot... and blowing you. It's a great combination.
She takes your cock out of her mouth and starts rubbing it on her tits. You can feel her hard nipples stimulating the sensitive head of your dick. It feels amazing. <<sophia "You want to try Jasmine's mouth now?">> she asks. You can only nod.
You sit down and Jasmine gets down on her knees between your legs. She smiles at you as she takes your cock in her little hands. <<jasmine "Let me take care of that, baby.">> she says, lubing up your cock with her wet mouth. She licks and sucks your rigid member, all the while looking right at you with horny eyes. It's amazing to think that this girl was the quiet one in the back of the classroom who refused to talk for nearly the entire first class. She seemed so shy and reserved. Not anymore, that's for sure. She's seems anything but shy now that she's gobbling down your cock in your office. Amazing how much can change in a few days.
Now it's Sophia's turn to put on a show. She takes off her shorts and her panties and sits down on the couch. She spreads her legs and starts rubbing her fresh, tight pussy. She smiles at you and moans with pleasure. <<sophia "Oh fuck, Professor! My pussy is so wet for you!">> That's fucking hot! Your cock is about to fucking explode from all the visual, auditory and physical stimulation. You try your hardest to keep from cumming. NOT YET!
Jasmine keeps working her little mouth on your turgid member. She's really got skill down there, but so did Sophia. Fuck, they're both goddamn dick sucking savants! The skills on these two! And to think, they were the quietest ones in class just a few days ago.
You can't really think about it now, but you know that later, you'll be comparing the two of them in your mind. Right now though, you can only think about how you're going to paint Jasmine's cute face with your semen... like, SOON.
You can't take any more of this pleasure. You stand up from your seat. Jasmine knows exactly what's about to happen, and she eagerly waits on her knees, head tilted back, mouth open. She grabs your cock with both hands, and jerks it firmly right over her face. Her spit and slobber keep it lubed up real good. Sophia starts vigorously rubbing her clit over on the couch, anticipating the moment you cover her friend's face with your load. Her moans are all you need to send you over the edge. You bust a huge nut on Jasmine's face as she giggles. She makes sure to squeeze every last drop of cum out of your cock and onto her face, giving you one last little tongue tickle and a few sucks to finish it all off. Holy shit this girl is good.
You fall back into your seat, totally spent. Sophia gets up and joins Jasmine on the floor. The two of them play with your cum, licking and kissing each other until they're both covered in it. Then they just look up at you. Sophia looks spent after her orgasm, and Jasmine has her mouth open like she wants some more.
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You take a moment to admire your work, then say, <<you "I think that's all the time we have today, girls.">> Both of the girls clean themselves up and say goodbye, leaving you alone in your office. You have a chance to think about what just happened. It was a masterstroke, in your opinion. A lesser man would probably have just forced them to suck him off. You know, all dominating and shit... all "suck my cock or it's off to prison with you!" But where would that have gotten you? Sure, you'd get to blow your load all over their pretty little faces... but then you'd have two very angry and vengeful students who'd be looking for any possible way to destroy you.
No, a real good con man knows that the best possible outcome is to get your mark to not only do what you want them to, but to think that it was their idea in the first place. Jasmine and Sophia think you're a hero now, just for letting them suck your cock, and not expelling them from school, which you were never really going to do anyway. From now on when they see you, they'll see their favorite professor, the one who saved them from prison. And they'll think about the moment your cum hit their faces as the moment they were able to suck their way out of a terrible fate. Instead of thinking about you and shuddering in disgust at your horrible, vile cock... they'll think about how hot it was that time they both blew you in your office. They'll get wet just thinking about it, and they'll want to find any excuse to do it again, and more.
THAT is how you win them over. THAT is how you train them. THAT is how you make them yours.
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<</nobr>>It's Jasmine who acts first. You see the thought enter her head, and you watch her expression as she considers her next action. Then, she looks right at you and smiles. <<jasmine "Professor,">> she says, <<jasmine "I know that we really disappointed you.">> She puts her hand on Sophia's leg to get her attention. Sophia looks up, wiping tears from her eyes. Jasmine continues. <<jasmine "And we really are sorry. You've been such a great teacher, and a mentor. And we just went and took advantage of your trust.">> she says. Sophia seems to pick up on Jasmine's tactic and joins in.
<<sophia "Yeah Professor. I'm so ashamed of myself. I just... I never wanted to do anything that would reflect badly on you.">> Sophia says. You can see where this is going, and it's exactly as you predicted it. You play along.
<<you "While I appreciate that you're both showing remorse here, I'm afraid there's just nothing I can do.">> you say. <<you "And, unfortunately, I don't think there's anything you can do to change my mind.">> you say. Jasmine keeps smiling at you. Sophia follows her lead and does the same.
<<jasmine "But Professor... you haven't even given us a chance to show you how sorry we are.">> Jasmine says. She reaches out and touches your thigh. Sophia sees this and she knows what's happening. She smiles and does the same to your other thigh.
<<sophia "Yeah, Professor. Don't you want to see just how sorry we are?">> Sophia says, sliding her hand around to your inner thigh. Jasmine giggles.
<<jasmine "We were so wrong to do what we did, after everything you've done for us.">> Jasmine says. She moves her hand to your crotch and starts rubbing your cock through your pants.
<<sophia "Yeah, we were being really bad girls.">> Sophia says as her hand joins Jasmine's.
<<jasmine "We really, really appreciate everything you do for us.">> Jasmine says as she starts to unzip your pants. <<jasmine "Please, Professor. Let us show you how much we appreciate you.">> she says.
<<sophia "Please, Professor.">> Sophia says.
This is working out exactly as planned. But, you still have a part to play, so you pull back away from them and zip your pants back up. You put on your best shocked face. <<you "Whoa, wait a minute! Girls... we cannot do this!">> you say, backing away from them. Jasmine stands up and Sophia follows.
<<jasmine "Come on, Professor,">> Jasmine says, <<jasmine "We really want to do this for you.">>
<<sophia "Yeah, Professor. Let us do this for you. Let us make you feel good.">> Sophia says.
<<jasmine "You deserve to feel good.">> Jasmine says. You keep playing your part in this little charade.
<<you "I... I can't! If anyone found out about this I would lose my job!">> you say continuing to back away from them.
<<sophia "No one will ever find out about this, Professor.">> Sophia says.
<<jasmine "Yeah, Professor. We won't tell anyone. We promise.">> Jasmine says. You put on a look like you're trying really hard to resist their charms. They slowly walk towards you. Sophia gets down on her knees and unzips your pants.
Jasmine stands next to you and sensually strokes Sophia's hair. She leans in and whispers in your ear, <<jasmine "We promise, Professor. No one will ever know.">> she says. She starts licking the inside of your ear while down below, Sophia takes out your rock hard cock and puts it in her soft, warm mouth.
You gotta love it when a plan comes together.
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<</nobr>>With the rest of the carne asada done, you follow Mickey and Roger back to their apartment and head inside. It's the same floorplan as your apartment, but the decorations and design seem much more personalized. Your apartment came furnished, and while it was convenient that way, it also has a real "corporate housing" feel to it. Mickey and Roger's place feels more like a home.
You all have a seat at the table and Mickey and Roger start serving up portions for each of you. In addition to the delicious carne asada, there's red Spanish rice, refried beans with queso fresco, and some delicious looking stuffed poblano peppers. Mickey cracks open an ice cold beer and hands it to you. <<you "Guys, this looks amazing!">> you say. <<you "I have a confession...">> you tell them. They both look up at you. <<you "I missed lunch today and I am completely out of food at my place.">> you say.
Mickey and Roger laugh out loud. You blush a little. You still feel kinda bad, like you're taking advantage of their hospitality. <<mickey "Then this works out perfectly!">> Mickey says.
<<roger "Yeah, we remember those bachelor days. Don't you worry one bit. We're happy to feed a nice young man like you.">> Roger says. You really are grateful, so you raise your beer in a toast.
<<you "To both of you and your generosity.">> you say. They clink beers with you and you all take a big swig. Then, without delay, you all dive in to the meal.
The three of you chat and laugh while you eat. You tell them about some of your escapades (not all of them, mind you... but some) and they seem to get a real kick out of your stories. You finish telling them, and Roger speaks up. <<roger "So... it seems like our little theory was correct. The women on the island really got hit with the horny wave!">> he says. You nod and Mickey laughs.
<<mickey "Ahhh, to be young again!">> Mickey says.
<<you "I'm not really that young anymore.">> you say.
<<roger "Nonsense! You're basically sperm compared to us!">> Roger says with a laugh.
<<mickey "Yeah. We're the old farts now. We'll leave all the sexual conquest to you kids. We've had our fun!">> Mickey says. Roger gives him a sour look.
<<roger "You saying I'm no fun?!">> he asks.
<<mickey "Oh don't start. You know what I mean.">> Mickey replies. Roger smiles and gives him a kiss. Mickey smiles back. There's a silent few moments while you all just enjoy each other's company. Then you look at the clock on the wall. It's nearly midnight.
<<you "Holy shit it's late.">> you say. <<you "I have to be up early.">>
<<roger "Well then, off with you young man!">> Roger says, getting up to walk you to the door. You thank your friends for the delicious meal and say goodnight. You head back to your apartment, brush your teeth and flop into bed.
<img src="images/sunday1/sleepnight2.jpg" alt="sleeping" class="left">The week is almost over, and it's been a truly memorable one. Tomorrow is another day, and you're not sure what it will bring, but you know it will probably be interesting. You drift off to sleep thinking about all that's happened, and all that may be yet to come.
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<</nobr>><<if $bellinda.lust gte 4>>You joke around with her a bit. <<you "Hmmmm... Bellinda. Sounds familiar.">> you say.
<<bellinda "It better! After what happened the other day!">> she says with a sassy little giggle.
<<you "Oh... THAT Bellinda! OK, I remember now.">> you say. She giggles again.
<<bellinda "Don't make me regret calling you.">> she says.
<<you "Of course not. Honestly, it's good to hear from you.">> you say. <<you "So what's up?">> you ask.
<<bellinda "Well... I was thinking about our counseling session the other day...">> she says. You've been thinking about it too. <<bellinda "...And I think I may need some more... advice.">> she says. <<bellinda "So... are you free this afternoon?">>
SHIT. Your afternoon is already all booked up with two students. You can't meet with Bellinda. But you really want to. <<you "I hate to say it, but my afternoon is already full.">> you say.
<<bellinda "Oh no!">> she says. You imagine the cute, pouty expression on her face and it makes you a little horny. <<bellinda "I really need your help though!">> she says. You really need hers too, you think.
<<you "Well... I do have some free time right now... If you want.">> you say. She giggles with delight!
<<bellinda "YAY! I'll be right there!">> she says. Before you can say anything, she hangs up. Well, you think... this should be fun!
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<<elseif $bellinda.trust gte 4>><<you "Hi Bellinda. It's good to hear from you. How is everything going?">> you ask.
<<bellinda "It's good... I mean, I'm good, yeah.">> she says. She doesn't sound too convincing.
<<you "You sure? You sound a little down.">> you say.
<<bellinda "I'm.. I'm OK, I guess.">> she says.
<<you "Come on, Bellinda. You can tell me if something's wrong, you know.">> you say. She hesitates for a moment before speaking.
<<bellinda "It's just... I got a text from... my ex.">> she says. So that's what it is.
<<you "And I'm guessing you're not feeling too good about that.">> you say.
<<bellinda "I don't know. I... I just... can I come talk to you this afternoon? You really made me feel better last time.">> she says.
<<you "Actually, I'm meeting with students all afternoon.">> you say.
<<bellinda "Oh. OK.">> she says, dejectedly. You still want to try to make her feel better though.
<<you "I have some free time now, if you want to drop in.">> you say.
<<bellinda "Really? Is that OK?">> she asks.
<<you "Of course! Come on by.">> you say.
<<bellinda "Great! I'll be right over!">> she says.
<<you "See you soon.">> you reply.
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<<elseif $bellinda.obedience gte 4>>You were expecting Bellinda to call sooner. After all, you did tell her she needed to check in regularly with you. Seems like there's still some work left to do with this one. <<you "I was wondering when you were going to call, Bellinda.">> you say in a firm tone.
<<bellinda "Well, I'm calling now.">> she says in a sassy voice.
<<you "Check your attitude, please. If you want me to help, I'd appreciate a little more respect.">> you say.
<<bellinda "Fine. Sorry.">> she says. <<bellinda "So do you want me to come meet with you this afternoon?">> she asks.
<<you "No. My afternoon schedule is already set.">> you say. <<you "You should come by now.">>
<<bellinda "Like... right now?">> she asks.
<<you "Yes, Bellinda. Like, right now.">> you reply. She pauses before responding.
<<bellinda "OK. I'll be there in a few minutes.">> she says. You hang up. Bellinda still has a little bit of snark. You'll have to work on that with her.
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<</nobr>>After a few minutes wait, your office door swings open and Bellinda enters with a big smile on her face. Your cock is already hard in anticipation. After the way you ended your last office session with her, you both know exactly what you're here for. She smiles at you, seductively. You sit at your desk rubbing your cock through your pants. Bellinda watches you and starts rubbing her pussy through her clothes as well.
She closes the door behind her and locks it. <<bellinda "It looks like you're happy to see me.">> she says. You stand up to show her your boner. She looks right at it with lust in her eyes. <<bellinda "Oh fuck! You're REALLY happy to see me.">> she says.
You walk over to her and she takes over rubbing your cock, while you take over rubbing her pussy. The two of you stand in the middle of your office looking into each other's eyes and fondling each other's bits. It's taking all of your restraint not to just start fucking right here, right now. Suddenly, Bellinda pulls away from you. <<bellinda "Not yet!">> she says. <<bellinda "Trust me, this will make it better.">> she says. She takes off her shirt, revealing her adorable little tits. Her nipples are hard and she rubs them, making them even harder. <<bellinda "Now you.">> she says.
You take your shirt off as well. She walks up to you and starts playing with your nipples. You see where she's going here. While she's playing with yours, you take over playing with hers. They're hard as little pebbles now and she moans with pleasure as you gently pinch and fondle them. <<you "Bellinda... I don't know how much more I can take!">> you say.
<<bellinda "You gotta wait for it, Professor.">> she says. She leans in and whispers in your ear. <<bellinda "My pussy is so wet right now.">> she says. She takes your hand off her tit and puts down her panties. You can feel her little pussy, and she wasn't lying!
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<</nobr>>After a few minutes, there's a knock at your door. <<you "Come in.">> you say. The door opens and Bellinda walks in to your office, closing the door behind her. She looks at you, sheepishly. You get up from your seat to greet her and when you do, she walks up to you and gives you a big, warm hug. <<you "Whoa, hello to you too.">> you say with a nervous chuckle. She giggles a little.
<<bellinda "Sorry. I just... I really needed a hug today.">> she says. She's still hugging you, and since she said she really needed it, you don't stop her. After a few moments, she lets go.
<<you "Would you like to sit down?">> you ask.
<<bellinda "Yes. Thank you.">> she says, sitting down on the couch. You take your seat back behind your desk and wait for her to say something. She looks at you awkwardly. You're not sure what she's thinking. <<bellinda "Can you... sit with me... instead?">> she asks, gesturing to the couch. It's a bit unusual, but you want to make her feel better.
<<you "Sure, I guess I can.">> you say. You get up and join her on the couch. She leans in and cuddles up next to you. Oh... so this is why she wanted me on the couch, you think. <<you "Um, Bellinda?">>
<<bellinda "I'm sorry, I just... I... can we just sit here for a bit?">> she asks. She really seems like she just needs to be close to you.
<<you "Sure. We can do that.">> you say. She looks up at you.
<<bellinda "Thanks. I really need this.">> she says. The two of you sit on the couch in a silent, warm embrace. You stay like this for a few minutes before Bellinda says something. <<bellinda "He texted me.">> she says.
<<you "Yes. You mentioned that on the phone.">> you reply. There's another few moments of silence. Bellinda's not saying anything. <<you "Do you want to talk about it?">> you ask. She doesn't say anything. She doesn't look at you. <<you "It might make you feel better to talk about it.">> you say. She looks up at you, anxious and a little upset. <<you "You're safe here. You know that, right?">> you say. She smiles.
<<bellinda "Yeah. I know.">> she says.
<<you "So, are you ready to talk about it?">> you ask. She smiles again.
<<bellinda "OK.">> she says.
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<</nobr>>Bellinda arrives at your office a few minutes later. You let her in and close and lock the door behind her. You'll need your privacy for what's probably going to happen next. She stands there in the middle of your office, looking a little standoffish. <<bellinda "So... I'm here.">> she says.
<<you "Sit down.">> you say. She does so, but she still has a little bit of attitude in her expression.
<<bellinda "So... what do you want?">> she says. You shake your head and sigh.
<<you "Bellinda, this isn't about what I want. Do you think I just told you to come here for my sake?">> you ask. She looks a little confused. <<you "Bellinda, I'm trying to help you. We're here because of you. You are the one who couldn't keep your man from dumping you.">> you say. She looks shocked and offended.
<<bellinda "What the fuck?!">> she exclaims. The audaicity of this little bitch.
<<you "Am I wrong? You came to me. You had trouble keeping your man. You wanted my help.">> you say. She still looks offended. <<you "Now you get all bitchy when I take time out of my busy schedule to help you?">> you say.
<<bellinda "Well... no, but...">> she stammers.
<<you "But what? Why the fuck are you even here if it's not to get my help?">> you ask. She doesn't have an answer for this. <<you "So are you ready to drop the attitude and get to work?">> you ask. She loses the bitchy expression.
<<bellinda "Yes sir.">> she says. Ahh, now that's the spirit. You didn't even have to tell her to call you "sir." This is going well already.
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<</nobr>>You rub your fingers on Bellinda's wet little snatch. She giggles with delight and reaches her hand down your pants. She rubs your hard cock as she leans in and gives you a wet kiss. Your tongues explore each other's mouths as your hands continue to explore each other's naughty parts. She pulls her lips away from yours and strips off the rest of her clothes.
She stands in front of you, naked as the day she was born. She looks fucking amazing. You can't help but stare at her petite body. She smiles back at you, relishing your admiration.
<<bellinda "Now it's your turn.">> she says. She doesn't have to tell you twice!
You unbutton your pants, releasing your rock hard dick. It springs out and sways back and forth a couple times. It was getting pretty cramped inside your pants, so letting little $you.fakefirstName out comes as a great relief. Bellinda stares at it and starts fingering her wet little twat. You can hear the sloppy squishy sounds of her pussy and smell it's musky scent. It makes your dick even more excited.
You strip out of your clothes as well, and the two of you stand there in the middle of your office, now both naked, wet, hot and insanely horny. Bellinda was right... waiting makes it way hotter. She walks over to your couch and gets down on it on her hands and knees. She looks at you and beckons you over.
You continue stroking your cock as you walk over to her. She's in the "fuck my face" position, and you're just waiting for the green light. After all, even though you're both totally into this, you don't just want to start gagging her with your dick if she's not into that sort of thing. she looks at you with insane, perverted lust in her eyes. <<bellinda "Are you gonna fuck my little mouth or what, Professor?!">> she moans, continuing to finger herself.
<span style="color:#00CC05">GREEN LIGHT!</span>
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<</nobr>>That's all you needed. You grab her head and she eagerly opens her mouth for your cock. You thrust it into her throat and start pounding away. Her eyes roll back into her head at the facefucking she's receiving, but she doesn't struggle. This girl's done this shit before, you think... DEFINITELY. She keeps her composure as you continue to fuck her tiny mouth. In and out you thrust your engorged shaft and she takes every last inch of it.
After a few minutes, she pulls her head off of your dick and falls back onto the couch, legs spread wide. You get a whiff of her sex and, insane with primal lust, you fall, face first into her wet, sloppy pussy. You eat her out like a ravenous beast; like your very survival depends on it. She moans and squeals with pleasure. <<bellinda "OHH... OHH... AHH!!">>. She's not making actual words, she's way past that at this point. Her moans are making you ever more horny; you stroke your cock while you pleasure her petite body. She writhes and wriggles, but you keep your mouth firmly attached to her wet pussy until you can no longer take it.
It's time to fuck. You line up and thrust your cock into her dripping wet snatch. She nearly screams when you do, but manages to stifle it. Good thing, you think, since there could be people right outside in the hallway. No time to think about that now, though. You keep pounding away at her tight twat and she keeps moaning. <<bellinda "Fuck my little pussy, Professor!">>
<<you "Oh fuck! You're so TIGHT!">>
<<bellinda "Oh fuck! You're so BIG!">>
OH FUCK THIS IS SO GOOD! You can't keep going at this pace, so you pull out and sit down on the couch. You need a little break. But Bellinda doesn't, apparently. She climbs on top of you and starts grinding up and down on your dick. <<bellinda "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! MAKE ME CUM!!">> she screams. At this point, you can't even worry if anyone outside hears her screams; you're WAY past that.
Bellinda turns herself around to the reverse position without ever letting your cock out of her tiny pussy. HOLY SHIT! This girl has some real skill, you think. That ex-boyfriend of hers was a total fucking moron for letting this one get away. She puts her feet up on your thighs and starts bouncing up and down on your cock, slamming her little cunt against your pelvis with every stroke. She manages to keep this up for several minutes. She's got stamina too! Finally, she hops off of you and luckily, it's right before you were about to cum.
She crawls onto her hands and knees and sticks her little ass out at you. She looks over her shoulder in anticipation of your hard cock penetrating her. The second the tip goes in, she smiles and starts slamming her little ass back against you, fucking away all the lingering memories of her ex-boyfriend and his (probably) tiny dick. <<bellinda "I'm cumming, Professor!! I'm cumming for you!!">> she screams. You picture the group of students that are probably gathered outside your office door listening to all of this, but you just don't give a damn. Bellinda's lithe little body has fucked all your cares away.
<<you "Oh, Bellinda!! I'm gonna cum! Get off, I'm cumming!">> you yell. She manages to get off of you and onto the floor just in time. You hold her hair and spray rope after rope of hot, sticky cum all over her smiling face. When you've finally got it all out, she sucks your cock clean and looks up at you with her gorgeous dark brown eyes.
<<bellinda "See? Now aren't you glad we waited?">> she asks. You fall down onto the couch, unable to speak. She climbs up there with you and rests her head on your chest. You can feel your cum dribbling off of her face and down onto your stomach. You just let out a kind of grunt/moan. <<bellinda "I'll take that as a yes.">> she says.
After you both recover and clean yourselves up, You get back into your clothes and Bellinda gets ready to leave. Before she does, she puts her hand on your cock. <<bellinda "This is mine now.">> she says. She grabs your hand and puts it on her pussy. <<bellinda "And this is all yours.">> she says. She gives you a wet, sloppy kiss, and just like that, she leaves, closing the door behind her.
You take a moment to regain your composure and look at your clock. It's too late for you to get lunch, and you have students coming to your office this afternoon, so you just sit back and wait, thinking about that little freak, Bellinda... and her dumbfuck ex-boyfriend. It makes you chuckle.
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<</nobr>><<you "So what did this text say?">> you ask. Bellinda looks down and starts to cry, softly. You knew she was upset, but you didn't realize she was this upset. You put your arm around her to comfort her.
<<bellinda "He... I got a text from him, and it was talking about how much he missed me and how he couldn't wait to see me again.">> she says.
<<you "And then what happened?">> you ask.
<<bellinda "Well I texted him back... and...">> she cries even harder now.
<<you "It's OK, Bellinda. Let it out. Tell me what happened.">> you say.
<<bellinda "He sent the text to the wrong person by mistake. He was... trying to send it to... to her.">> she says. Yikes.
<<you "That must have really hurt.">> you say. She sniffles and wipes a tear from her eye.
<<bellinda "It did. I... I was just starting to get over him too.">> she says. <<bellinda "I don't even know why I texted him back.">>
<<you "Sometimes we do things without really thinking about them. You know?">> you say.
<<bellinda "I guess. But... WHY? Why can't I just get over him?">> she asks desperately. She looks down at the floor in shame. You really feel for her. She's taken a real hit to her self-confidence, and even though she seemed to be over all of this when she left your office the other day, it's sometimes a lot harder than it seems, trying to put the past to bed and move on.
<<you "Bellinda, I think you're getting there. I really do. And I'm very proud of you for the strength you've shown. These things aren't easy. You're doing the best you can, and that's all you can ask of yourself.">> you say. She looks up and smiles at you.
<<bellinda "I guess so.">> she says. You both sit there in silence for a few moments. <<bellinda "My friends say that If I want to really get over him, I just need to sleep with another guy.">> she says with a little giggle. Umm...
<<you "Umm...">>
<<bellinda "What do you think about that, Professor?">> she asks. She looks right at you. Gotta be careful with what you say here.
<<you "I think that there's some truth in that. But I also think that you shouldn't just rush into something like that. Especially with someone who you don't really trust.">> you say. She keeps looking at you, then...
<<bellinda "I trust you, Professor.">> she says. OH BOY. What have I gotten myself into here? You extricate yourself from her embrace and stand up.
<<you "Bellinda... I don't think this is appropriate.">> you say, backing away from her. She stands up and walks toward you.
<<bellinda "But.... you said you thought my friends were right. And... I do trust you, Professor.">> she says. She touches your chest and smiles seductively at you. You're pinned against your desk. You slide sideways away from her and start backing up, this time towards the door. She follows and corners you over there now. <<bellinda "Please, Professor,">> she says, reaching out and rubbing your cock through your pants, <<bellinda "Do it... for me. Please?">> she says. Moment of truth...
<<you "OK, Bellinda. For you.">> you say. She smiles and locks the door, then she starts to take off your pants.
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<</nobr>>Bellinda wastes no time. She kneels down and starts sucking you off, pausing only to strip off her shirt and dribble a little spit down onto her sexy little tits before going back for more. She sucks and strokes you with determination, even taking your entire length down her throat and holding it there while you shudder with pleasure. This girl really want's to forget her ex-boyfriend! Her mouth feels so good on your cock, you can only imagine what her tight little pussy feels like. You're pretty sure you're about to find out.
She takes a few more minutes to warm you up with her mouth, then says, <<bellinda "Lie down, Professor.">> That's just about the best idea you've heard all day. You quickly lie down on the floor and wait. She strips off her panties and rubs her dripping pussy. Then, she straddles you reverse cowgirl and starts to work your dick with her tight wet slit. You watch her cute little ass as she bobs up and down on your hard cock. She's really grinding on it, pushing herself all the way down and aternating her long, deep strokes with fast, little short ones. It feels amazing on your cock. Eventually, she pops off it and kneels in front of you, presenting herself. She wants more. So do you.
You line up behind her and she starts plowing back into your cock with her little hips. She's moaning and gyrating back and forth. All you have to do is keep your dick in the right place. She's using you to fuck away all her pain and sadness... and you're more than happy to help her with that. <<bellinda "OH GOD! OH FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM!">> she screams. You can feel her wet pussy tighten around your hard cock as she reaches her climax. She keeps pounding away at your cock even after cumming.
But you're not done yet.
You pick up your petite lover and she squeals with delight at being handled in such a way. You lay her down on her back on the edge of the couch. You line up and start pounding her tiny twat while she furiously rubs her clit. She looks up at you with her cute brown eyes. <<bellinda "Fuck me, Professor! Fuck me harder! Make me forget about him, Professor!">> she screams. You grab her by the hair and pound away even harder and faster making her eyes roll back into her head. You can't take it any longer.
<<you "I'm gonna cum, Bellinda!">> you grunt. She slides off the couch and onto her knees in front of it. She tilts her head back as you jack off right over her face.
<<bellinda "Cum for me, Professor. Make me forget my stupid ex-boyfriend.">> she says. That's all you need. You spray your load into her cute little mouth and she takes it all with a smile. She sucks the last of your seed out of your cock. Some of it drips down onto her chest. She plays with what's left in her mouth then swallows it. You collapse to the floor and she crawls over and holds on to you.
After you both take a minute or two to recover, she kisses you. You look at her and ask, <<you "Did it work?">>
<<bellinda "Did what work?">> she asks.
<<you "Did you forget about your ex?">> you ask. She smiles at you.
<<bellinda "Who?">> she asks. You smile back. She giggles then rests her head on your chest.
<<you "That's what I thought.">> you say. Eventually, you and Bellinda get dressed and she gets ready to leave. You give her a long, warm kiss before she goes. She giggles and waves goodbye giving your crotch a little rub before leaving and closing the door behind her. You look at the clock on your phone and realize you've missed your chance to get lunch. Damn. Still...
Worth it, you think.
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<</nobr>>She sits there, her previous attitude now just a memory. She's waiting for you to fix her. You know just how to do that. <<you "So, since our last session, I've been thinking about your situation. And I think I've come up with a way to help you fix it.">> you say.
<<bellinda "How?">> she asks.
<<you "Well, I realized that since you don't really have the physical assets, like big tits and a big ass, that guys usually go for...">> you say. She looks a little sad. Perfect. You continue. <<you "...You need to lean into the strengths that you do have.">> you say.
<<bellinda "What are those?">> she asks.
<<you "Well... you're little. Like really little.">> you tell her. <<you "With a tiny body like that, you really need too learn how to just let go and allow your man to use you.">> you say. She looks uncomfortable with that.
<<bellinda "What do you mean?">> she asks.
<<you "You need to be a fucktoy. You need to just give yourself over to men and allow them to use you for their pleasure.">> you say. She looks like she understands, but she's still not totally on board.
<<bellinda "I don't know...">> she says hesitantly.
<<you "Well I do, Bellinda. That's why you're here; because I know better than you, right?">> you ask. She nods. <<you "Good. So stop questioning me and listen up.">> you say. <<you "The only way you're going to be able to get and keep men is to get as good as you can at pleasing them. So that's what we're going to work on.">> you say.
<<bellinda "I... I mean, I want to... I guess.">> she says.
<<you "Good. Then take your clothes off and let's get started.">> you say. You casually take off your pants and sit down on the couch, stroking your cock to get it up. Bellinda reluctantly does as you told her to and sits on the couch next to you, waiting for your next move.
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<</nobr>>Time to show this little fucktoy how to be a proper fucktoy. You grab her head and roughly shove your cock into her mouth. You push hard to see just how deep she will be able to take it. Turns out, not so deep. Her eyes roll back in her head as she struggles to take your length. She can only handle it for a second or two before she pulls her mouth off and gasps for air. That's OK though, she's still learning. This just means you have a lot more work to do with her. You slam your cock back in her mouth and pound away.
She seems to be getting better with every second. You're not fully crushing her throat like you could if you wanted to. After all, this is a lesson, not a punishment. But it's a firm, tough love kind of lesson. And you're a firm, tough love kind of teacher. You hold her head in place, using her wet mouth and tiny throat to please your turgid cock. She's nearly overwhelmed by the whole experience, but to her credit, she maintains he composure... just barely.
You've had enough of her throat. Now it's time to really work out that little cunt of hers. You pull her head off of you and grab her in a full nelson. She's so tiny that you can do it with ease. You hold her above your steel-hard rod and plunge it into her pussy, pounding away at her like she's some sort of sex doll. As far as you're concerned, she's just a few wet holes with a breathiing machine attached to keep them warm. If you can get her to think of herself this way as well, she'll have a real chance at keeping her man happy in the future.
She's been a really good girl so far, obediently allowing you to use her body in whatever way you see fit. You decide to really work her out now. You throw her down on the ground, pulling her ass up and pushing her face down. You hold your hand on her head so she maintains this position and plow down into her wet snatch. She grunts and moans below you, her body convulsing and shuddering from the sexual destruction it's experiencing. She's taking the entire length of your cock in her tiny body. You're not sure exactly where it's all going, but you don't really care.
After a few minutes, you're about to cum. <<you "Get on your knees, Bellinda!">> you shout. She's still dazed from the heavy fuck session she's just experienced, but she obediently does as she's told. She's kneeling, awaiting your cum. <<you "Smile, goddamn it!">> you yell. <<you "Always smile for your man's cum, no matter what!">> She does as she's told, just in time to receive your load all over her pretty, smiling face. Ropes of your hot white cum cover her face. She giggles nervously as they do. She may actually be starting to enjoy this! But you've used her for your needs, so it doesn't really matter anymore. You push her away from you and flop down on the couch.
After a minute or two, you look over at her. She's looking at you, waiting for you to say something. <<you "What?">> you ask.
<<bellinda "How did I do?">> she asks.
<<you "Not bad, but not great either.">> you say. She smiles just a little. <<you "Now get the fuck out of here. I have work to do.">> you say. She looks a little sad, but does as you say. She cleans up, gets dressed, and leaves without another word.
You look at the clock and realize that you've missed your chance to get lunch. You have two students coming in for a meeting soon, so you put your clothes back on and get ready for that. You hope that your office doesn't smell too much like wet, hot sex... but it probably does. Oh well.
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You answer the phone. <<you "This is Professor $you.fakelastName.">> you say. The voice of a young woman responds.
<<bellinda "Professor? It's me... Bellinda.">> she says. Bellinda. The student you counseled a few days ago. You've been awaiting this call.
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<</nobr>>You stroll along at a leisurely pace, taking in the warm sunshine and the cool, gentle breeze. The weather still feels like summer, but you know that won't last for too much longer. You walk past a nice green area of the campus. You're not looking at anything in particular, your gaze wandering, when you spot someone who looks familiar.
She's pretty far away, but you could swear that it's Bellinda, the girl you tried, and failed, to counsel a few days ago. She was really messed up over her recent break up. You didn't make her feel any better about the situation, and you regret that for sure. You should probably go talk to her and try to salvage some good will, what little you can.
You head over to her and when you get close, she notices you and frowns angrily. This is already not going well. <<bellinda "What do you want?">> she asks, snarkily.
<<you "I just wanted to try to talk to you. I realize I didn't do the best job at that the other day.">> you say. She looks around to see that there's no one else around to overhear you.
<<bellinda "No. You really didn't.">> she says. her face remains in a frown.
<<you "Well I'd like to apologize for that. Even though it might not mean much now.">> you say. She thinks about it for a moment.
<<bellinda "Fine. I accept.">> she says. You smile at her.
<<you "Great. So would you still like to talk to me about your problem.">> you ask. She looks at you with a neutral expression.
<<bellinda "No thanks. I can handle it.">> she says. You'd really like another shot at this.
<<you "Are you sure? Because it seemed like you were really upset. And I just wanted-">> she cuts you off.
<<bellinda "Look, I'm fine. I was having a bad day, but I'm better now. Thanks for apologizing.">> she says. <<pyotr "I gotta go.">> She gives you a polite smile then turns around and walks away. It's not surprising she didn't want to talk to you again, after the way you handled your last encounter. Oh well, you think to yourself. At least she didn't make a scene. And who knows, you may run into her in the future.
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Dialog.wiki(Story.get("grace file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="centered50"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Alyssa feels bad for using a guy to piss off her mom">><<set $alyssa.mem13=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Alyssa Stevens");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alyssa file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Alyssa is secretly a porn star like Kaylee">><<set $alyssa.mem14=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Alyssa Stevens");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alyssa file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="centered50"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Kaylee is a prostitute">><<set $kaylee.mem13=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Kaylee West");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kaylee file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Kaylee has sugar daddies">><<set $kaylee.mem14=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Kaylee West");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kaylee file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<<if $lesson2==2>><div class="centered50"><img src="images/olivia/oliviameet.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<else>><div class="centered50"><img src="images/olivia/oliviablank.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><</if>>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Olivia was hurt by a former guy friend whom she slept with">><<set $olivia.mem13=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Olivia Stowe");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("olivia file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Olivia is in love with Alyssa">><<set $olivia.mem14=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Olivia Stowe");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("olivia file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="centered50"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Jasmine tried to blackmail her creepy foster dad">><<set $jasmine.mem13=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Jasmine Jacobs");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("jasmine file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Jasmine faked her own death once">><<set $jasmine.mem14=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Jasmine Jacobs");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("jasmine file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="centered50"><img src="images/lauren/laurenmeet.jpg" alt="lauren"></div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Lauren probably has a crush on Mikayla">><<set $lauren.mem13=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Lauren White");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("lauren file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Lauren has been in several romantic relationships">><<set $lauren.mem14=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Lauren White");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("lauren file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="centered50"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Sophia was tricked into having sex on a hidden camera">><<set $sophia.mem13=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Sophia Perla");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("sophia file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Sophia loves to fuck rich guys">><<set $sophia.mem14=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Sophia Perla");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("sophia file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<br>
<br>
[[CONTINUE|thursday 5-breakend]]<</nobr>>
<<elseif $lesson4==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg youroffice>>
<div class="centered50"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Mikayla had sex with a girl">><<set $mikayla.mem15=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Mikayla Morrison");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("mikayla file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Mikayla's boyfriend Geoffry is secretly gay">><<set $mikayla.mem16=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Mikayla Morrison");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("mikayla file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="centered50"><img src="images/grace/gracemeet.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Grace thinks that being kind to your partner is key to romantic relationships">><<set $grace.mem15=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Grace Lovejoy");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("grace file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Grace thinks that talking about relationships is boring">><<set $grace.mem16=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Grace Lovejoy");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("grace file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="centered50"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssameet.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Alyssa thinks she ruins all her romantic relationships">><<set $alyssa.mem15=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Alyssa Stevens");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alyssa file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Alyssa never gets emotional">><<set $alyssa.mem16=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Alyssa Stevens");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("alyssa file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="centered50"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Kaylee would only date other pornstars">><<set $kaylee.mem15=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Kaylee West");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kaylee file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Kaylee is always in a romantic relationship">><<set $kaylee.mem16=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Kaylee West");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("kaylee file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<<if $lesson2==2>><div class="centered50"><img src="images/olivia/oliviameet.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<else>><div class="centered50"><img src="images/olivia/oliviablank.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><</if>>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Olivia thinks communication is key in romantic relationships">><<set $olivia.mem15=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Olivia Stowe");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("olivia file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Olivia used to be a real girly girl when she was younger">><<set $olivia.mem16=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Olivia Stowe");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("olivia file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="centered50"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminemeet.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Jasmine thinks charm is important in romantic relationships">><<set $jasmine.mem15=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Jasmine Jacobs");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("jasmine file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Jasmine is sick of Kaylee's bullshit">><<set $jasmine.mem16=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Jasmine Jacobs");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("jasmine file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="centered50"><img src="images/lauren/laurenmeet.jpg" alt="lauren"></div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Lauren is scared to talk about her feelings with her love interests">><<set $lauren.mem15=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Lauren White");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("lauren file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Lauren probably has a crush on Mikayla">><<set $lauren.mem16=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Lauren White");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("lauren file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="centered50"><img src="images/sophia/sophiameet.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Sophia thinks that jealousy can ruin romantic relationships">><<set $sophia.mem15=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Sophia Perla");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("sophia file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<div class="center"><<button "Sophia has never dated anyone">><<set $sophia.mem16=1>>
<<script>>
Dialog.setup("Sophia Perla");
Dialog.wiki(Story.get("sophia file").processText());
Dialog.open();
<</script>>
<</button>>
</div>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<<link "CONTINUE" "thursday 5-breakend">><</link>>
<</nobr>><<else>><</if>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/friday6/sleep.gif" alt="sleeping" class="left">
<</nobr>>You sleep peacefully like a little baby... drooling all over yourself.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/monday2/shower.jpg" alt="a man showering" class="left">
<img src="images/sunday1/coffee.jpg" alt="pouring a cup of coffee" class="left">
<img src="images/casey/caseybus.jpg" alt="casey bus" class="left">
<</nobr>>You wake to the sounds of sirens blaring as they fly past the apartment complex and trail off into the distance. "What was that?" you think to yourself. You're not even sure you heard them. Or maybe it was all another dream. Either way, you feel a bit unsettled as you climb out of bed and shake off the remaining groginess.
You get started on your morning routine with a nice, hot shower. Even with the rude awakening, you feel pretty good this morning. You hold a little concert in your bathroom, singing into the loofah sponge and pretending you're on stage in front of a crowded club full of people. There's something about the acoustics of a tile shower that just makes your voice sound really good... even though it's really shit.
After your second encore, you decide you've wasted enough time and water in the shower, so you get out, get dressed, and head to the kitchen for a hot cup of that thing that you're totally NOT addicted to. It's fucking great! You can't imagine life without it.
NOT ADDICTED!
While you're enjoying the cup, you look out your window to the bus stop and see none other than Casey standing there, waiting for the bus. Great. Last night she fondled your crotch and roped you into going to her party tonight. Who knows what she has planned for this morning's bus ride. Well... better go find out.
<<link "You head outside to catch the bus." "friday 6-1a">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/casey/caseywednesday414.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">
<img src="images/casey/caseywednesday411.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">
<</nobr>>When you approach Casey at the bus stop, she turns to look at you. You expect she's going to be all over you like before, fucking with you and trying to make you horny and what not. But she's not. She seems a little reserved. <<casey "Hey.">> she says. That's it. Just "Hey."
Something's up with her today. As much as you should probably just leave it alone and not say anything, I mean... count your blessings, right? Nah. You gotta talk to her. After all, your job is all about the students of Harrington and their wellbeing. And Casey is a Harrington student. You know you have to talk to her and see if there's anything she might want to discuss. <<you "Hi Casey. How's it going?">> you ask.
<<casey "Fine.">> she says, curtly. You know it's not fine.
<<you "You sure? You seem a little...">> before you can finish, she cuts you off.
<<casey "It's FINE.">> she says. Well, that was certainly different from your previous encounters with Casey. For now, you decide not to push it. The bus arrives and you both get on. Casey goes straight to the back and sits by herself. You sit a few rows ahead in a side-facing seat. During the bus ride, you look over at her every so often, but she's just looking out the window with a blank stare.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-1b">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/intro/bellend.jpg" alt="bellend tower" class="left">
<img src="images/casey/caseywednesday414.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">
<</nobr>>After several minutes, the bus pulls up in front of Bellend Tower, and you and Casey get off. Before she walks away, you stop her. <<you "Casey?">> you say.
<<casey "What?">>
<<you "I know everything is fine with you, but if there's anything you want to talk about, that's what I'm here for.">> you say. She stares at you with a neutral expression. You can't really get a read on what she's thinking. <<you "OK?">> You look right at her and she gives you a faint smile.
<<casey "Yeah, OK.">> she says. She starts to turn away and walk off.
<<you "Happy birthday.">> you call after her. She looks over her shoulder at you and smiles, then disappears into a crowd of students and out of sight. Well, you think, at least she knows the option is there. If she wants to talk about whatever is going on with her, she can.
For now, though, it's time to make your way over to the Psychology Building for your class. You've decided that today's discussion will be about body image issues. You're still not sure how you should conduct the class, either being a nice guy, or a prickly hardass... but you can decide that when you get there.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-1c">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/friday6/emergency.jpg" alt="emergency scene" class="left">
<img src="images/friday6/studentgroup.jpg" alt="group of students" class="left">
<img src="images/ai/aimeet6.jpg" alt="ai yelling" class="left">
<</nobr>>As you walk towards the other side of campus, you notice increasing signs of some sort of commotion over there. You see students huddled together discussing things. You see some students hurrying in that direction, and as you approach your building, you notice that it seems to be the center of all the commotion.
There's a huge group of students all standing around and gawking at the building. There are two police cars, an ambulance, and a fire truck parked in front, and the whole area is cordoned off with barricades and yellow caution tape. This can't be good.
Your mind immediately jumps to the worst possible conclusion... someone died. Crazy shooter? Suicide? Dear god, I hope not. You get closer to the scene and decide to try to get a little more information. You approach a group of students and get their attention. <<you "Hey, anyone know what's going on here?">> you ask. They look up at you, and smile nervously when they recognize you. There may be some emergency here, but you're still the campus Sex Teacher, after all. None of the girls seem to know what's going on. You thank them, then start looking around the crowd for any faces you recognize.
You scan the crowd and notice $ai.name is standing there yelling at someone, you're not sure who. She seems really stressed out. Of course she is, you think, given that she's in the middle of some sort of emergency. You almost don't want to bother her, but you need information. You make your way over to her. If anyone knows what's going on, it would be $ai.name.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-1d">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/ai/aistressed.jpg" alt="ai stressed" class="left">
<img src="images/friday6/rats.jpg" alt="rats" class="left">
<</nobr>>As you approach $ai.name you hear her yell at the unknown man, <<ai "And call me as soon as you know something!">> He scurries off into the crowd and $ai.name looks up and notices you. <<ai "Professor $you.fakelastName, I can't talk now.">> she says, stressed out.
<<you "I just want to know what's going on.">> you say. <<you "I won't take any more of your time, just fill me in quickly.">> you say. She sighs.
<<ai "We had a shipment of lab animals coming in today for the Biology Department and some of them... escaped.">> she says. You remember that this building is both Psychology and Biology.
<<you "What animals... and how many?">> you ask, not really sure if you want to know the answer. She looks at you and shakes her head.
<<ai "Rats. Thousands.">> she says. You imagine it. Swarms of rats crawling and shitting and pissing all over each other... probably ratfucking in your classroom... and your office... right now.
OK.
FUCK THAT.
BURN THE BUILDING DOWN.
<<you "Sweet Merciful Christ!">> you exclaim. Ai just nods. <<you "So I'm assuming that classes are cancelled? At least for this building?">> you ask. Ai shakes her head.
<img src="images/ai/aistressed.jpg" alt="ai stressed" class="left"><<ai "Well, it's up to you. You can still hold your class if there's somewhere else you can go.">> she says. <<ai "Since it's just a discussion, you could have it outside somewhere, or if you wanted some more privacy, I know there are a few photo studios available in the Fine Arts Building. You can lock those doors and they have flashing lights outside to let people know not to disturb you.">> she says. You think about your options. <<ai "Or you could just do something else with your class. Look, I don't really have the time to talk you through this, you're going to have to just wing it today.">> she says. Then she runs off into the crowd before you can reply.
Wing it. OK.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-1e">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<<if $lesson2==1>><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces" class="left"><<elseif $lesson2==2>><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces" class="left"><<else>><</if>>
<</nobr>>You look around scanning the sea of faces again and notice your students are all in a group near the edge of the crowd. They all seem to be here and accounted for. You head over to them to give them the news. As you approach, Kaylee notices you. <<kaylee "Hey what the hell is going on here?">> she asks.
<<you "You don't want to know. Trust me.">> you say. <<you "Let's just go somewhere else.">> They all look at you like you're rat-shit-crazy, but they follow you anyway. You walk a good halfway across the campus before any one of them says anything else.
<<alyssa "Alright, where the fuck are we going? And what's going on back there?">> Alyssa asks, in her typical bitchy tone. Well... better tell them what's up.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class1">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<speech "You">>OK, so... the classroom, well, the whole building really, is going to be closed until... further notice.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>What the fuck does that mean?<</speech>>
You give Alyssa a stern look.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Sorry. But what's going on?<</speech>>
They're all waiting for you to answer.
<<speech "You">>OK, don't freak out...<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Why would we freak out?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Because there's thousands of rats loose in the building.<</speech>>
The all stare at you in shocked horror.
<<speech "Alyssa">>HOLY FUCK!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>OH JESUS CHRIST!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I THINK I'M GONNA THROW UP!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>OH MY GOODNESS!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>HA HA HA WHAT THE FUCK?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>WHAT?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>EWWWWWW!!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>EWWWWWW!!<</speech>>
They continue chattering and trying not to throw up. Eventually they calm down.
<<speech "Kaylee">>So class is cancelled?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Fuck yeah! Three-day-weekend!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Class is not cancelled.<</speech>>
Alyssa frowns at you.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
Grace looks nervous.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
<<speech "Grace">>But... do we have to have class... with... the rats?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>No, Grace.<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
<<speech "Grace">>Oh, OK!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">How can you not like this girl?</div>
<<speech "Mikayla">>But then... what are we going to do?<</speech>>
You still haven't decided. There's the photo studio option... that would be a completely private room... where you could pretty much do whatever you wanted with them. You could also just have a normal discussion, but outside somewhere, like on the green. Or, as Ai said, we could wing it...
<<speech "Kaylee">>Professor?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>What is it, Kaylee?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Can't we just have the day off? Please?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, please? We've already talked SO MUCH!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You've only been to four classes, Alyssa. Stop being so dramatic.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>But they've been really stressful! We need a break!<</speech>>
You look at everyone, and they all seem hopeful that you'll cancel class, especially Alyssa and Kaylee. But you know you can't do that. They all seem to sense that you're not going to just let them skip class.
<<speech "Jasmine">>OK, maybe not a day off... like not totally.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, but maybe we could do something different today.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Like what?<</speech>>
They all look at each other. None of them thought this far ahead.
<<speech "Lauren">>Could we go on a field trip?<</speech>>
Everyone looks at Lauren. She looks nervous having the attention on her.
<<speech "Lauren">>Or something else... I don't know.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>YEAH! Let's go on a field trip!<</speech>>
They all seem pretty excited about the idea.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Where would we go?<</speech>>
Grace raises her hand. She looks nervous.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
<<speech "You">>What is it, Grace?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Well... I know a place we could go.<</speech>>
You look at Grace, waiting for her to tell you all.
<<speech "Grace">>But... it's a secret place. And you can't tell anyone about it.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Secret?</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>No one will say anything, right?<</speech>>
She looks around at the group. They all nod.
<<speech "Grace">>OK. There's a... secret beach. And I know how to get there.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>We could take a field trip to the beach.<</speech>>
The whole class seems to really like this idea. So you now have three options. Time to make a choice.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class2">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>>
<</nobr>>
You stand there thinking about your options while your students wait. You want to focus on body image issues with this discussion. If you want to be a sick fuck, you could lock them all in the Photography Studio and make them strip down naked. They'd all be really humiliated (except Kaylee...and maybe Lauren) and you could get them to reveal what about their bodies the like the least. Plus... the naked would be easy on the eyes.
You could also take them on a field trip to Grace's secret beach. You'd be interested to see where it is, and they'd have a lot of fun. Plus... they'd probably all be in their bikinis... so there would be an opportunity to talk about body image issues then.
Lastly, you could simply have a discussion about body image issues somewhere else on campus. The campus green seems like a nice spot. They could have their discussion about body image issues, and it wouldn't be too much of a diversion from a normal class.
What do you think?
<<nobr>>
<br><<if $you.rascal gte 16>>(<span class="rascal">Min. Rascal 16</span>) <<link "Take the girls to the Photography Studio and make them expose themselves and all their most sensitive body image issues." "friday 6-class3">><<set $lesson5=1>><</link>><<elseif $you.rascal lt 16>>(<span class="rascal">Min. Rascal 16</span>) <span class="disabled">Take the girls to the Photography Studio and make them expose themselves and all their most sensitive body image issues.</span><<else>><</if>>
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<div class="thought">These spoiled brats really think they deserve some sort of day off?</div>
<div class="thought">They haven't even finished the first week of the term!</div>
<<speech "You">>QUIET!!<</speech>>
The all stop chattering and pay attention.
<<speech "You">>I can't believe how spoiled you all are! You really think that after less than a week, you deserve a day off?!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>It's not like you've been doing any hard work anyway, I mean... REALITY CHECK! You've been sitting in a classroom, for a few hours a day, talking.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>That's it!<</speech>>
They all look a bit ashamed, except Alyssa. As normal, she has her bitch face on.
<<speech "You">>I was actually thinking about letting you all have class outside today. Sitting out in the warm sunshine and feeling the cool breeze on your faces.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>That would have been really nice, right?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Well... can we still do that?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Are you fucking kidding?</div>
<<speech "You">>NO!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You're all acting like entitled little brats.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You think this world owes you something.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>It doesn't.<</speech>>
They all stand there, chastised, not making eye contact with you. Then Mikayla speaks up.
<<speech "Mikayla">>So... what are we going to do then?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You're going to do EXACTLY WHAT I TELL YOU TO DO!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Now follow me!<</speech>>
You head off towards the Fine Arts Building.
<div class="thought">Time for these little bitches to learn their lesson.</div>
They follow you silently for a few minutes until you reach the Fine Arts Building.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/arts.jpg" alt="fine arts building"></div>
<<speech "Grace">>What are we doing here?<</speech>>
You give Grace a stern look.
<<speech "Grace">>Sorry.<</speech>>
Olivia looks like she's going to say something. You glare at her as well. She refrains and remains silent.
<<speech "You">>No more talking unless I tell you to. That goes for all of you!<</speech>>
You walk into the building and they all follow. You head to one of the photography studios. You all enter and you lock the door. You see a switch with a sign that says "Session in Progress." You flip the switch and can see, through the crack under the door, flashing red lights in the hallway outside. Perfect. Just like $ai.name said.
Your students are all standing there unsure of what to do next. Mikayla raises her hand. You point to her.
<<speech "You">>Yes, Mikayla?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Thank you, sir. I just would like to ask what we are doing today?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Thank you for being respectful, Mikayla.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You could all learn a thing or two from her.<</speech>>
You look around at each of your students. They all look uncomfortable, even Alyssa.
<<speech "You">>Today's topic is going to be body image and shame.<</speech>>
They look even more uncomfortable. For young women their age, body image and shame is a serious subject, and likely a major part of their anxieties.
<<speech "You">>Let's get started.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class4">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson5==2>>
You decide to give your students a little break today. A field trip to Grace's mysterious secret beach sounds like a good plan for a day when your classroom has been taken over by thousands of rats.
<div class="thought">Better to get as far away from that building as possible while they sort things out.</div>
<<speech "You">>OK, I'm sold. Field trip to the secret beach.<</speech>>
They all cheer. They seem very happy about this and they start chattering excitedly with each other.
<<speech "You">>OK, OK. Calm down. Grace, how do we get to this beach?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Well, we have to take the bus. And I know exactly where we need to get off.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, but do you know HOW to get off, Grace?<</speech>>
Grace looks confused.
<<speech "Grace">>I usually just tell the bus driver to stop. Then he opens the door for me and I just leave.<</speech>>
Some of the students muffle a giggle. Alyssa rolls her eyes. Grace still looks confused.
<<speech "Grace">>What?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Nevermind.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>So should we all go get our swimsuits on, Professor?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I guess so. Then let's meet at the bus stop in front of Bell- I mean, in front of the Administration Building.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>But... I don't have a swimsuit.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">What? Isn't this YOUR secret beach?</div>
<<speech "Mikayla">>But I thought you go to this beach all the time, right?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yeah, but I just like sitting near the water. It relaxes me.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Come with me, Grace. I have a spare swimsuit you can borrow.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Are you sure?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Totally!<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
<<speech "Grace">>OK!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>So we'll meet at the bus stop in 20 minutes. I'll go to the cafeteria and get us all some sandwiches and drinks to bring with.<</speech>>
They all rush off towards their dorm and you head to the cafeteria. After you've stocked up on rations, you head to the bus stop and arrive just as your students do. You hand out the food and drink and after a few minutes, the bus arrives. You all board it and head off on your field trip.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class4">><</link>>
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The rats situation is a very big disruption to your class and their progress. You don't want any further disruption if you can avoid it.
<div class="thought">We're just starting to get settled into a routine, and the students are really starting to open up in the discussions.</div>
<div class="thought">Now is not the time to change things up. We need to maintain our equilibrium.</div>
<<speech "You">>No, no, no. We can't just quit on class and frolic around on the beach all day.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Why not?!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Because we have important topics to discuss. You all are not here to just play around. There's work to do.<</speech>>
The class looks disappointed.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Ugh! You're such a downer, Professor. You know that?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Yes, Alyssa. I do.<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Equilibrium maintained.</div>
<<speech "You">>Look, I get that it's Friday and you're all getting a little stir crazy from the classroom, so let's have out class outside today.<</speech>>
You gesture to a nice, green area nearby.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/sunday1/campusgreen.jpg" alt="campus green"></div>
<<speech "You">>We can sit over there. There's warm sun and cool breeze. It will be nice.<</speech>>
They all reluctantly accept your offer. You head over and settle into a circle on the grass to start your discussion.
<<speech "Grace">>So what are we talking about today, Professor?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Today, we're going to discuss body image issues.<</speech>>
Kaylee smiles, Alyssa rolls her eyes, and the rest of the class looks indifferent... except Grace. She looks a little nervous, but doesn't object.
<<speech "You">>I think that for young women your age, there is a lot to discuss when it comes to body image, would you agree?<</speech>>
You look around the group to see if anyone has a response. Olivia raises her hand. You gesture to her to continue.
<<speech "Olivia">>I think that there are really unfair standards of beauty for women that are perpetuated by society and the media.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK, Olivia. That's a good place to start. Would you like to elaborate?<</speech>>
Olivia gets her thoughts together.
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<<speech "You">>OK. So I know that each of you has something about each of your bodies that you don't like. Something you are ashamed of.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Not me!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Me either!<</speech>>
They both smile at you. The rest of the class seems to feed off of their confidence.
<div class="thought">This is false bravado. Better squash it ASAP.</div>
<<speech "You">>Really, Kaylee? You're telling me you don't absolutely hate all that baby fat around your waist?<</speech>>
Kaylee looks very uncomfortable. You look over at Alyssa.
<<speech "You">>And I know you can't stand your little bony skeleton hips, Alyssa.<</speech>>
Alyssa recoils, looking away, not making eye contact with you. You look around at the rest of the class.
<<speech "You">>What else should we talk about? Lauren and Jasmine's flat chests? How about Grace's way too tall torso and stubby little legs?<</speech>>
The class are all looking very cowed right now. They definitely don't like you pointing out their most sensitive "flaws" in front of everyone.
<<speech "You">>Don't even get me started on Olivia and Sophia's non-existent asses.<</speech>>
You've got nearly all of them now. But... there's Mikayla still.
<div class="thought">Not sure how I can insult Mikayla. She's fucking perfect. Still, gotta try.</div>
<<speech "You">>And Mikayla?!<</speech>>
She looks at you like she's ready to receive an unwanted but inevitable spanking.
<<speech "You">>Where do I even start?<</speech>>
She looks away, ashamed. The whole class is silent. They're all just in their own heads now, swimming in shame and anxiety about their most hated bodily feature.
<<speech "You">>Look, we all have things we don't like about our bodies. That's clear.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Today, we're going to do something to try to take control over that.<</speech>>
They look up at you with a glimmer of hope. You've teased them with the possibility of taking control of their anxiety.
<<speech "You">>But first, you all need to really come to terms with your own bodies. You need to accept what you are working with.<</speech>>
You let your statement hang in the air. After a few moments, Jasmine sheepishly raises her hand.
<<speech "You">>Jasmine?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>How are we going to do that... sir?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">I love it when they call me, "sir."</div>
<<speech "You">>By letting everyone see every inch of them.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Now ALL OF YOU, take off your clothes.<</speech>>
Everyone looks shocked and disgusted except Kaylee who starts to take her clothes off. Alyssa smacks her.
<<speech "Alyssa">>KAYLEE!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>What?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Don't get naked for that PERVERT!<</speech>>
The all look at you, angrily, now even Kaylee.
<div class="thought">This could be a problem.</div>
<<speech "You">>Pervert? Really Alyssa? That's what you think?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Well what the fuck else would you call someone who locks a bunch of 18 and 19 year old girls in a room and orders them to get naked?!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">She's got a point.</div>
<<speech "Olivia">>Yeah! This is disgusting!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>You're so gross!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah!<</speech>>
They all seem to be turning against you. Time to swing for the fences, so to speak.
<<speech "You">>QUIET!!! QUIET RIGHT NOW!!!<</speech>>
They stop talking but are still very upset.
<<speech "You">>Haven't you all learned anything so far?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>This is the same goddamn way you were all acting at the beginning of the first class!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You all thought that I was just some pervert! And that you all knew better than me what it was that you needed to make yourselves better!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>BUT YOU DIDN'T!!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>YOU WERE ALL WRONG!!<</speech>>
You look around at all of them. Their anger is fading.
<<speech "You">>But then, you trusted me. And we had some really tough discussions.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>We talked about things that you were all too embarrassed to discuss.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>And how did that work out?<</speech>>
You look around at each of them.
<<speech "You">>Someone, tell me. How did that work out?<</speech>>
They all look around at each other. Then Mikayla raises her hand.
<<speech "You">>Mikayla?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>It was for the best. We all felt better after, right?<</speech>>
She looks around at everyone and they all seem to agree, to a certain extent.
<<speech "You">>So was I just some sick pervert? Or was I someone who's really trying to help you all become better people?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>You were trying to help us.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>That's right. I was. And I still am.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I know my methods seem... unusual, but you all need to trust that I know what I'm doing, and I'm just trying to help.<</speech>>
They all look around to see if anyone of them has any fight left in them, but they don't. They seem to accept what you said and, starting with Alyssa, they strip down naked.
<div class="thought">Fuck me, I'm good at this shit!</div>
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The bus rumbles along on its normal route passing by some now familiar landmarks on the island. You sit back and enjoy the ride while your students are talking with each other.
<<speech "Kaylee">>God I'm so glad we don't have to be in that classroom today!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Me too!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yeah, it would be so yucky to have to be in there with all those rats.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Well, yeah... but I meant I'm just glad we're getting a day off, and we get to leave campus, ya know?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Oh. Yeah I get it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>But, we're allowed to leave campus, Kaylee.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I know. But I just don't get a chance to do it that often. Especially not during a class.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>And besides, what the fuck is there to do on this island anyway? Go to the ONE store? Or go to the docks and smell all the fucking fish?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, there isn't a lot going on here.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I think that's why they put the school here in the first place. No escape. They can just bore us into submission.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I leave campus all the time.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>You do?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yeah.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>But... what do you do?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I... usually I just ride the bus around.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>What the fuck? You mean you just sit on the bus and ride it around the island.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Sometimes... yeah.<</speech>>
Alyssa and Kaylee laugh.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Why the fuck do you do that?<</speech>>
Grace looks a little upset.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
<<speech "Grace">>Sometimes I just don't want to be on campus anymore.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>People make fun of me when I'm there.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Sometimes it's easier to ride the bus.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Damn.</div>
Alyssa looks ashamed.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Sorry, Grace.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, sorry.<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile2.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
<<speech "Grace">>It's OK. I forgive you.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>You've both been nicer to me, so maybe I won't have to ride the bus so much anymore.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">I'm really amazed at Grace's strength sometimes. It's not easy to forgive.</div>
Everyone else looks a little uncomfortable. There's an awkward silence on the bus. Lauren breaks it.
<<speech "Lauren">>So, how did you find this beach anyway, Grace?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Well, one day I was riding the bus around, and it got a flat tire.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>So the driver had to pull over and we were all just waiting on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>We were going to be there for a long time, so I thought I'd walk around a bit.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I found a little path into the woods that I guess no one really uses any more, cause it was all overgrown. And it lead down to this weird kinda cliff.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I saw that there was a way to walk around the cliff and down to the bottom, and that's where the beach is.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Wow! So... but how do you know it's a secret beach?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Well, I've been going there ever since, you know, just to sit by the water, and I've never seen anyone else there... ever.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>So it's like your own private beach?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yep! But that's why you can't tell anyone.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I don't want everyone to know about it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Don't worry, Grace. We won't tell anyone. RIGHT?!<</speech>>
Alyssa looks at everyone in a threatening manner. They all nod nervously.
<div class="thought">Alyssa's standing up for Grace. She must feel really guilty.</div>
<<speech "Sophia">>Well, thank you for sharing your secret with all of us, Grace. That's a really nice thing to do.<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
<<speech "Grace">>Sure! You're all my friends now, and that's what friends do, right?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Grace... I want to hug you so fucking bad right now!<</speech>>
The class laughs. Kaylee hugs Grace. Alyssa rolls her eyes, but smiles anyway.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class5">><</link>>
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<<speech "Olivia">>Well, everywhere you look, all you see are really oversexualized images of women. And it's like everyone and everything expects that you're going to look like that.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Sex sells, Olivia.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I know, Kaylee. That's the problem.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>But is it really that much of a problem? I mean... don't we all want to look our best?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Of course it's not a big deal for little miss perfect.<</speech>>
Mikayla gives Alyssa a dirty look.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaannoyed.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Well what do you think about it then? Huh, Alyssa?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I don't think anything about it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Oh, of course. Whenever we're talking about anything, you can't be bothered to think about it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Whatever. Right, Alyssa?<</speech>>
Alyssa opens her mouth to speak but doesn't.
<div class="thought">She was totally about to say, "whatever."</div>
<<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, Alyssa. You have to have some opinion on it, don't you?<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>No.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Come on, Alyssa. Don't hold back.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Well, Professor... maybe if we were somewhere else... say, a BEACH... maybe then I'd be more likely to talk about this.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Great. Just great.</div>
<<speech "You">>Alyssa, stop being so childish.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, Alyssa!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>That's not necessary, Mikayla.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Sorry, Professor.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I can tell you what I think, Professor.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Grace is trying to bail Alyssa out here. Maybe she thinks she can earn some points with her.</div>
<div class="thought">And maybe that'll get Alyssa to stop making fun of her so much.</div>
<<speech "You">>OK, Grace. But don't think this let's you off the hook, Alyssa.<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssascowl.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Go ahead, Grace.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Well, for me, it's hard to tell sometimes what other people think.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Like, about who's pretty and who's not... and why.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Really? I think it's obvious what counts as pretty. I mean, it's right in your face all the time.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, everywhere you look. I mean, they're using sexy models to sell snow tires and shit like that.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, see? Like I said... sex sells!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>You didn't say that! I said that!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>OK, yeah. But I was making the same point.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Don't steal my shit, Olivia!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>OK. Sorry!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>But still, Grace... how can you not see it?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I see that stuff. I just mean that sometimes people are pretty in other ways. Or... I mean, sometimes people see other people in different ways...<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I don't know how to say it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Do you mean that not everyone thinks the same things are pretty, or attractive, when it comes to beauty?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yeah! That's what I mean.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Like, one time, this boy at my church told me he thought I was pretty. And I was so surprised, cause I never thought that I was pretty.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Are you kidding me? Grace! You're fucking hot!<</speech>>
Grace blushes hard.
<<speech "Grace">>No I'm not.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yes you are.<</speech>>
The class looks surprised that Alyssa complimented Grace so openly.
<<speech "Alyssa">>I mean, for a Jesus freak.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Thanks, Alyssa.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Well, that was almost a compliment, I guess.</div>
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Your students, once so defiant and headstrong are now all standing before you, completely naked, in the cold photo studio. The doors are locked. No one is coming to disturb you. They shiver a little and hug themselves, not only to warm up, but also to cover their shame and embarrassment. The cold air has turned all of their nipples into rock hard little soldiers standing at attention. They look to you to see what you want them to do next.
<<speech "You">>So, who's going first?<</speech>>
They all look a little confused.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Who's going first, what?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">You haven't actually told them what you want them to do, dummy.</div>
<<speech "You">>Yes, sorry. We're going to be doing a little photoshoot with each of you.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>You can't do that!<</speech>>
You glare at her and she immediately backs off.
<<speech "Alyssa">>I mean... you can't take pictures of us... can you?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You should know by now, Alyssa, that I can do whatever I want, whenever I want.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>But please let me assure you, the pictures we take of each of you will all be given to you and only you. No one else will end up with copies. They are just for you.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">And if you believe that... I've got some land to sell you too!</div>
They all reluctantly accept this and seem to go along with it.
<<speech "You">>We're doing this so that you can have visuals of all the things that you don't like about your bodies.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Isn't that just going to make us feel worse?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah. It's like a constant reminder of all our flaws.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Yes, but it's also a reminder of all the things you like about your bodies.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>What... what do you mean, Professor?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Anyone want to guess what I mean?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>He means that we don't hate everything about our bodies. And these pics are gonna make us look fucking hot, right?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Kaylee really is smarter than I give her credit for... sometimes, at least.</div>
<<speech "You">>Right.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>I don't get it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Me either.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Like we're in a professional photo studio. He's going to take pictures of us like we were models.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, and we're all gonna look hot as fuck!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Kaylee seems to really be getting into this. Maybe she can convince the others.</div>
<<speech "You">>Exactly, Kaylee.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I don't know about this.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Grace... you're already naked. Why not go the next step?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, trust me. When you see a pic of yourself, naked, looking all sexy and hot... It's a major confidence boost.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Shit, I might not even have to convince any of them, the way Kaylee's talking.</div>
<<speech "You">>So does than mean you'd like to go first, Kaylee?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I will if you want, but it's gonna be hard for these bitches to follow an act like mine!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">What the fuck is she planning to do?</div>
<<speech "You">>Fair point. So then who's going to go first?<</speech>>
The all look at each other, reluctant to volunteer. Eventually, Olivia raises her hand.
<<speech "You">>Olivia? I didn't expect you to be the first.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Might as well get it over with. Where do you want me?<</speech>>
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The bus takes you past the ferry terminal and the docks that smell of fish, then its route turns and takes you through some woods. It's a remote area of the island that you hadn't really paid attention to before now. After several minutes, Grace gets up and stands beside the driver at the front of the bus.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/friday6/woods.jpg" alt="woods"></div>
<<speech "Grace">>Stop here please.<</speech>>
The driver stops and pulls over. There's nothing significant about this stopping place as far as you can tell, but you trust that Grace knows where she is.
<<speech "Grace">>Thank you.<</speech>>
She turns to the rest of you.
<<speech "Grace">>This is it.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Alright everyone, let's head out.<</speech>>
Your students all get up and file off the bus. It pulls away and drives off out of sight.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Wait, how are we going to get back?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Good question. Probably should have asked that before now.</div>
<<speech "Grace">>Oh, the bus drivers know to look for me here. When we're ready to leave we just wait and they'll stop for us when they're passing by.<</speech>>
Some in the class look a little uncomfortable.
<<speech "Lauren">>Are you sure?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, Grace... are you sure about that?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, what if we're stranded now?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Well shit! It's not like we can do anything about it. Might as well go find this beach.<</speech>>
The class all seem to accept that.
<<speech "Kaylee">>So let's go, Grace. Lead the way!<</speech>>
Grace smiles.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
<<speech "Grace">>OK!<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/friday6/woods.jpg" alt="woods"></div>
Grace heads off into the woods and the whole class follows. There is a faint trail through the woods, though it has been overgrown. You certainly wouldn't notice it if you weren't looking for it. You walk along for a few minutes, then the woods open up and give way to scrubby brushland. You can hear waves lapping at the shore, so you know you're getting close. You arrive at the top of a small cliff, just like Grace described. She leads you along a path until, about halfway down, the beach is revealed.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/friday6/beach.jpg" alt="beach"></div>
Your students all stand and marvel in silence at the beautiful empty beach. It's wonderful, and it's completely hidden. A truly secret beach. The warm sun shines down on you all as you stand there in awe.
<<speech "Grace">>So... this is it. This is my beach.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Way to go, Grace!</div>
The class cannot contain their excitement. They whoop and holler and laugh as they run the rest of the way down to the beach. You stay in your spot and watch them descend for a few minutes, then you follow. When you arrive at the bottom of the path, the girls are all stripping out of their clothes revealing their swimsuits beneath.
You're still so overwhelmed by the mere existence of this amazing beach, that you don't notice you're just staring blankly at the girls as they strip down. Kaylee notices you looking.
<<speech "Kaylee">>What are you staring at, Professor?<</speech>>
Alyssa notices as well and plays along.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, Professor. Haven't you ever seen hot, young, fresh bodies like these?<</speech>>
They both turn around and show off their asses to you.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/friday6/kayleealyssabeach.jpg" alt="kaylee and alyssa on the beach"></div>
You blush and look away. Kaylee and Alyssa giggle at you.
<div class="thought">Whoops.</div>
You shake off that little momentary mistake. Then you hear Grace speak from behind you.
<<speech "Grace">>Thanks for getting us these drinks, Professor.<</speech>>
You start to answer as you turn around to look at her.
<<speech "You">>Sure, Grace. No prob-<</speech>>
Your voice dies in your throat when you see her.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracebeach.jpg" alt="grace on the beach"></div>
<div class="thought">HOLY FUCK!</div>
You stare at Grace.
<<speech "Grace">>What?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Is...is that... the swimsuit Kaylee lent you?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yeah! It's a little tight, but I think I like it!<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracebeach.jpg" alt="grace on the beach"></div>
<div class="thought">I think I like it too.</div>
You keep staring at Grace.
<<speech "Grace">>You don't like it?<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracebeach.jpg" alt="grace on the beach"></div>
<<speech "You">>No, Grace. I think it's perfectly fine.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yay!<</speech>>
Grace runs off down the beach. You watch her go. Then you notice Kaylee and Alyssa have been watching you the whole time.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Nice boner, Professor pervert!<</speech>>
Kaylee laughs out loud. Then they both show you their asses again before following Grace down the beach.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/friday6/kayleealyssabeach.jpg" alt="kaylee and alyssa on the beach"></div>
You look down and see they weren't kidding about your boner. It's here, and it's not going anywhere anytime soon.
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<<speech "Grace">>So why does it work like that?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I mean, if everyone thinks that different things are pretty, about people... then why do all the sexy people in ads and movies all look... <</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>... The same?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yeah.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Well, I'm not sure that they do.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Sure, there are some similarities, but they're not all exactly the same.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Not exactly, no. But it's not about how they look.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>But you just said that they all have this same "standard of beauty," right? What do you mean?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Well, they're all thin for one thing.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>That's not true! There are a lot of curvy women, celebrities who everyone thinks are hot. Like Cam Cardisian, Nicky Menage, Carty Bee.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, I guess. But they still have to work really hard to have that look.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I guess what I'm saying is that there's this expectation that you're going to look... like, up to a certain standard. And that usually means a ton of work.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>She's right. Celebrities have trainers and nutritionists, stylists and makeup consultants. They spend a lot of time and money trying to look good.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Exactly! And then that becomes the standard. Not just for women either, right Professor?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Why are you asking me?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Because you're the only guy here.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>True, but I'm interested in what you think.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Well, guys are held up to those high standards too. I mean, every movie star has some shirtless scene and they had to work out for like a whole year in the gym just to look good for fifteen seconds on screen.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>It's not realistic for normal guys to look like that.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>OK, but those guys are usually playing superheroes or something like that. Shouldn't they look like super ripped and hot?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, Olivia. Do you really want a fat, flabby superhero? Is that the guy you want to call when you need someone to save the day?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>OK, for superhero movies it makes sense, I guess. But I still think that it's a lot of pressure for people to look that good.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>But they're getting paid millions of dollars.<</speech>>
Everyone looks at Lauren. She continues.
<<speech "Lauren">>Like, they get paid so much, I would expect that they'd put that work in. Wouldn't they want to look good?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>I think so too. If you're getting paid what they're getting paid, you can afford to have a trainer and a nutritionist and a stylist and all that other stuff.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>OK, you're right. But I... I guess my point is that there are so many superhero movies, and just so many movies where the characters are all hot and beautiful... and I think that there should be more movies where the people look like... regular people.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Maybe if some people saw that there are celebrities who are famous not for how they look... <</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I don't know... it's hard to explain.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You're doing a good job, Olivia. I think we get it. There's a lot of pressure on regular people to try to look as good as celebrities, even though they may not have the ability to do so.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Yes! And sometimes they're killing themselves to try to do it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Oh they are not! No one's killing themselves to look like a celebrity.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Well, they are though... kind of. Like what about people with eating disorders?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Or people with body dysmorphia?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>What's that?<</speech>>
Mikayla looks to you to explain it. You look right back at her.
<<speech "You">>Go ahead, Mikayla. Explain it.<</speech>>
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<<speech "You">>Go stand over in front of that backdrop.<</speech>>
You getsure to a white studio backdrop. Olivia does as she's told and stands in front of it. You get the camera ready and prepare to start the shoot.
<<speech "You">>OK, Olivia. Put your hand on your hip and tilt your hips to the side.<</speech>>
She does.
<<speech "You">>Good. Now look right at the camera. Look sexy.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>What does that mean?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Look like you want to blow the camera.<</speech>>
Olivia gives Kaylee a disgusted look.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Or like you want to eat it out, I don't know. You know what I mean!<</speech>>
Olivia looks at the camera, lustily.
<<speech "You">>Perfect!<</speech>>
You snap a picture and take a look at the preview on the camera screen.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviashoot1.jpg" alt="olivia"></div>
<div class="thought">Fucking hot!</div>
<<speech "You">>Good. That looks real good.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I wanna see!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>NO! These pictures are supposed to be just for us!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>What the fuck does it matter? You're literally standing there naked in front of all of us.<</speech>>
Olivia thinks about this then shrugs.
<<speech "Olivia">>I guess so.<</speech>>
Kaylee looks over your shoulder at the picture.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Nice, Olivia! You know... If I was into pussy, I'd totally fuck you!<</speech>>
Olivia lets out a nervous laugh.
<<speech "Olivia">>Thanks, I guess?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK, Olivia. I want you to pose in a way that shows off your ass.<</speech>>
She looks really uncomfortable about that.
<<speech "You">>I know that's the part of your body that you don't like. But that's why you need to show it off.<</speech>>
Olivia still looks reluctant, but she strikes a pose anyway. She sits down on the floor with her legs to the side and her ass pointing at the camera.
<<speech "You">>That's good. Now put one hand on your ass.<</speech>>
She obeys.
<div class="thought">Still needs a little something, though.</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Spread your ass open a little.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Thanks, Kaylee.</div>
<<speech "Olivia">>WHAT?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Trust me, I'm a professional!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Kaylee makes a great assistant. I'm glad she's here.</div>
Olivia spreads her ass open a little, revealing her tight pussy and cute, little asshole. You snap the picture and look at it. You hold the camera for Kaylee to take a look.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviashoot2.jpg" alt="olivia"></div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Holy fuck! I never knew feminists could be so fucking slutty!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Fuck you, Kaylee!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>What? It was a compliment!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Oh. Sorry then.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>So what do you want me to do next?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK, this is the last shot, so just do whatever you want.<</speech>>
Olivia looks nervous and indecisive.
<<speech "Olivia">>I don't know what to do.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Do something really slutty this time!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>What do you mean, like sluttier than spreading my asshole open?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah... do one like this.<</speech>>
Alyssa squats down and spreads her legs open wide.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssaspread.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
<<speech "Olivia">>OH MY GOD! NO!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Why not! It'll look so hot!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I... I can't!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Yeah you can! Do it!<</speech>>
Everyone looks at Lauren, surprised she's encouraging Olivia. Lauren blushes and giggles. This makes the rest of the class giggle a little, even Olivia.
<<speech "Olivia">>OK, fine.<</speech>>
She gets down into the position that Alyssa demonstrated. You're about to take the picutre when Kaylee grabs your arm to stop you.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Now rub your pussy!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Kaylee! What the fuck?!</div>
Olivia looks horrified.
<<speech "Olivia">>What?! NO!<</speech>>
Kaylee storms over to Olivia and stands above her as she cowers below.
<<speech "Kaylee">>FUCKING RUB YOUR PUSSY, NOW!!<</speech>>
Olivia startles and immediately starts rubbing herself. Kaylee steps out of frame and Olivia looks at the camera just as you take the picture. You and Kaylee look at it and both smile.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/olivia/oliviashoot3.jpg" alt="olivia"></div>
Olivia stands up and looks at both of you.
<<speech "Olivia">>How does it look?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Like I'm about to lick the fucking camera screen!<</speech>>
Everyone laughs.
<div class="thought">For someone who says they're not into pussy, Kaylee sure seems to like pussy.</div>
<<speech "You">>OK, Olivia, good job. You're done.<</speech>>
Olivia walks away from the backdrop and gathers with the other girls. You're about to ask who wants to go next, but Lauren is already walking up to the backdrop with a big smile on her face. You look over at the other girls. They're all smiling too.
<div class="thought">How the fuck does this always happen?!</div>
<div class="thought">All I want to do is humiliate them, but they always seem to really enjoy themselves.</div>
<div class="thought">Well... What-the-fuck-ever. Let's keep this train moving!</div>
<<speech "You">>OK, Lauren. Show us what you've got!<</speech>>
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You take a minute or two to settle down before heading over and joining your students. You see Olivia is the only one not with the group, so you go to talk to her.
<<speech "You">>So what do you think of this secret beach, Olivia?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Oh, it's fine, I guess.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You don't really seem as excited as everyone else. Is something wrong.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>No. I'm fine.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK.<</speech>>
You sit next to Olivia in silence.
<div class="thought">Don't want to push her. If she wants to talk about it, she will.</div>
After a moment or two...
<<speech "Olivia">>Can you believe what Kaylee and Alyssa have Grace wearing?<</speech>>
You shrug.
<div class="thought">Seems like Olivia's trying to pick a fight again. I don't want to take sides.</div>
<<speech "Olivia">>I mean, it's so shameful how slutty they're making her.<</speech>>
Olivia looks to you to see if you're going to agree. You say nothing.
<<speech "Olivia">>But, I mean, what do you expect from those two.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>It's shit like that that makes all women look bad.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">OK, I think I need to say something now.</div>
<<speech "You">>Grace didn't seem to have a problem with it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Grace is oblivious. She has no idea what's going on most of the time.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You think you know better?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Of course I do!<</speech>>
Olivia says it reflexively, then immediately seems to regret it.
<<speech "Olivia">>OK, I shouldn't have said that. But I still don't like how they're taking advantage of Grace.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Is that what you think is going on?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>What else could it be?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Olivia doesn't often think outside her little bubble.</div>
<div class="thought">She's headstrong, which isn't necessarily a bad thing.</div>
<div class="thought">But she could stand to be more open minded.</div>
<<speech "You">>Have you considered that maybe they're trying to be more friendly with Grace?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Why would they do that?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Maybe because they feel bad about the way they treated her in the past?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Oh please. They don't give a shit about her.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>What makes you say that?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I just know them. They're not like that. They're just cruel.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">I can't forget that Olivia has often been on the shitty end of Alyssa and Kaylee's cruelty.</div>
<<speech "You">>But people can change, can't they?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Not those two.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>And what makes you say THAT?<</speech>>
Olivia gets defensive.
<<speech "Olivia">>What's with all the questions?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Just having a conversation.<</speech>>
Olivia pouts a little, but continues talking.
<<speech "Olivia">>Look... I just... They're always trying to pick fights with me.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK, I'll grant you that. But haven't they been doing it less often, lately?<</speech>>
Olivia thinks about it.
<<speech "Olivia">>I guess. But I still don't trust them.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK, that's fair. But, you seem to try to pick fights with them as well.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>But only because I know that they're gonna make fun of me, or try to piss me off!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Cold War mentality.</div>
<<speech "You">>Well, I understand how you feel, but look at the situation.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Grace forgives them when they're mean to her, and she gives them another chance. And now they're all over there having fun together.<</speech>>
You point to the group. They're all laughing and enjoying themselves.
<<speech "You">>You always assume the worst, and preemptively fight with them. And you're sitting here alone.<</speech>>
Olivia looks offended. She's about to say something.
<<speech "You">>I'm not trying to insult you or make you feel bad about yourself. I'm just suggesting that you could try a different approach.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You make the choices when it comes to how you treat other people, regardless of how they treat you.<</speech>>
Olivia looks uncomfortable, but you can tell she's thinking about what you said.
<<speech "You">>I'm going to go over there and join the rest of the group. Would you like to come with me?<</speech>>
She hesitates for a moment, then relents.
<<speech "Olivia">>OK.<</speech>>
The two of you head over to join the rest of the students.
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<</nobr>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Well... I think it's when you're really critical of your body, right?<</speech>>
She looks to you again.
<div class="thought">She seems to know what she's talking about, but she's still uncomfortable with leading the discussion.</div>
<div class="thought">She's just too used to having the teacher teach and the students all listen.</div>
<<speech "You">>You seem to know about this, Mikayla. Just explain it as you understand it.<</speech>>
She takes a deep breath.
<<speech "Mikayla">>OK, well I know that it's a psychological thing. People can't stop focusing on little things about their body. Like things that they think are ugly or wrong.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>And we all have them, right?<</speech>>
She looks around at everyone. They all look a little uncomfortable.
<div class="thought">They're all probably thinking about their bodies; about the things they don't like.</div>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Like for me... I just really don't like my big feet.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">I hadn't really noticed.</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>You don't have big feet.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I do. I mean, not like sasquatch, but they're bigger than they should be for someone my size.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Really?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Why do you think that?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>It's what my mom always told me. I don't know. Maybe they're not... but I can't NOT think about it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>I know what you mean.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Do you have big feet too?<</speech>>
Sophia smiles at Grace.
<<speech "Sophia">>No, I don't think so. What I meant is that I know how it feels when someone points out something about your body that you don't like. Sometimes that just sticks with you.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>But you have such a nice body, Sophia.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>LAUREN AND SOPHIA SITTIN' IN A TREE...<</speech>>
Lauren and Sophia smile and blush.
<<speech "You">>OK, Kaylee...<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>F-U-C-K-I-N-G!<</speech>>
Everyone giggles.
<<speech "You">>OK, KAYLEE.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Sorry. She's right though, Sophia. You're fucking hot! What could you possibly not like about that body?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>My ass is tiny, and flat. And no matter what I do, it's just always been that way.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Nah, it's not that bad!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Maybe... but when I was in junior high, there was this really mean girl who used to always make fun of me for it. And... I guess it just stuck with me.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>And every time I look in a mirror, I'm just obsessed about it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>That's what I meant, about body dysmorphia. That's what it is, I think.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Good, Mikayla. You're on the right track.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Body dysmorphia is a mental health condition. I've seen it many times before.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">It's a lie, but if I say it with confidence, they'll believe it.</div>
<<speech "You">>I've worked with a lot of girls your age who have it to one degree or another.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>And in severe cases, it can lead to some real serious health problems like eating disorders and unnecessary cosmetic surgeries.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I know a girl who... oh, I shouldn't talk about her.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Spill it! We won't tell anyone.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Just, she had a lot of work done... on her face. And now she looks... weird.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Like really weird.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Ooohh, let's guess who it is!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>NO! Please don't, Alyssa. I shouldn't have said anything.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>But who cares?! This girl's never going to know we were talking about her.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>But I'd know and I'd feel bad.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yeah let's not talk about her behind her back. It feels wrong.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>But we always talk about girls behind their back, Grace.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yeah. I know.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">It's probably Grace who they talk about.</div>
Kaylee looks a little ashamed.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Oh... sorry, Grace.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>It's OK. I know people talk about me. I can't do anything about it. But I don't want to do it to another girl.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>But she's never going to know, Grace. You're not going to get caught or something.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>That's not why I don't want to do it. I'm not worried about getting caught.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>It just wouldn't make me feel good about myself.<</speech>>
Alyssa frowns.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class7">><</link>>
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<</nobr>>
Lauren stands in front of the white studio background with all the lights on her. You look at her on the camera screen. There's something not right. She looks very pale.
<<speech "You">>Kaylee, come look at this.<</speech>>
She looks at the screen with you.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Ew. Gross.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>What? What is it?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You look really pale.<</speech>>
Lauren looks away, uncomfortable. Kaylee notices.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Don't worry. It's just the white background and the lights.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Are you sure?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Yeah I think she's right.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, Lauren. You have such a fair complexion. The lights and the background are draining out all your color.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>What should I do?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">I don't know.</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>We have to put you in with a more neutral background.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>How do you know all this stuff, Kaylee?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>You're kidding, right?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, Grace, she's a pornstar, remember?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>She makes a living getting naked and looking hot in front of a camera.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>And a damn good living, too!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Umm... so where do you want me to go?<</speech>>
You look around the room and notice a sitting area with a couch and some chairs in one corner. You point to it.
<<speech "You">>Head over there by the couch.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Olivia, Alyssa, Sophia; turn those lights to face her.<</speech>>
They all do as you told them to. You point your camera at Lauren and look at the screen.
<div class="thought">Kaylee was right. The warmer neutral background really makes Lauren look better.</div>
<<speech "Lauren">>Is it better?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Much.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Good. So what do you want me to do?<</speech>>
You look over at Kaylee. She nods and is about to start directing Lauren when Mikayla interrupts.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Put your hands on your hips and smile.<</speech>>
Kaylee gives Mikayla a sour look. Mikayla looks back at her.
<<speech "Mikayla">>What? I wanna help too!<</speech>>
Kaylee shrugs. Mikayla smiles. Lauren poses as Mikayla directed.
<<speech "Lauren">>Like this?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Perfect. Hold that.<</speech>>
You snap the picture. Kaylee and now Mikayla huddle next to you to look at the screen. You purposefully hold the camera up a little too high, forcing the girls to stretch and stand on their tip toes to see the screen Mikayla puts her hand on the small of your back to balance herself. Your brain reminds your dick how naked these two are. Your dick twitches. You three look at the shot of Lauren.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenshoot1.jpg" alt="lauren"></div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>It looks really good!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, Lauren! You look hot!<</speech>>
Lauren blushes and giggles. The rest of the group seems interested.
<<speech "Olivia">>I want to see!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Me too!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>May I see?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, lemme see!<</speech>>
They all start heading over to you, except Alyssa. You look over at her. She rolls her eyes.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>>
She follows the rest of them. They all circle around you. You find yourself in a sea of naked young women, all smiling and giggling looking at the camera screen.
<div class="thought">This is not what I had planned, but it's working out just great nonetheless!</div>
<<speech "Lauren">>Can I see?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>No. Stay there, we're not done yet.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Girls, can you please?<</speech>>
They all give you some space to work.
<<speech "You">>OK, Lauren. Now turn to the side. I want a profile shot.<</speech>>
She looks nervous.
<div class="thought">Turning to the side will show just how little her tits are. She's self-conscious about that.</div>
<<speech "You">>Come on, Lauren, we don't have all day!<</speech>>
She reluctantly complies, but she doesn't smile.
<<speech "You">>You gotta smile, Lauren!<</speech>>
She puts on a thoroughly unconvincing smile.
<<speech "You">>Not good enough, Lauren.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>I'm sorry. I just... I'm nervous.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Just think about big dicks!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah! We know you like 'em!<</speech>>
Lauren blushes and smiles. You snap the picture.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenshoot2.jpg" alt="lauren"></div>
<<speech "You">>Looks good, Lauren.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Just one more.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>What should I do?<</speech>>
You look around to the group.
<<speech "You">>Any ideas?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Get up on the couch, doggy style!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>WooHoo! Yeah!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah! Get it, girl!<</speech>>
The class all encourage Lauren. She gets on the couch on all fours and sticks her ass back at the camera. She looks back over her shoulder.
<<speech "You">>Perfect! Now smile!<</speech>>
Lauren smiles and you snap the picture. The girls all crowd around you again to see it.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenshoot3.jpg" alt="lauren"></div>
Lauren gets up from the couch and joins the rest of the class. She's pushing her way in to try to see the screen and her naked ass rubs up against your crotch. Your boner emerges. The girls are all too busy looking at the screen to notice, except Jasmine. She sees it and the two of you make eye contact.
<div class="thought">Did she notice?</div>
Jasmine smiles at you.
<div class="thought">She noticed.</div>
You smile back.
Everyone seems to agree that Lauren's pics look hot. They're all congratulating her and telling her how good she looks. Before you realize it, Jasmine has walked over to the white background. She stands in front of it.
<<speech "Jasmine">>Me next!<</speech>>
The class looks over at her.
<<speech "You">>OK. Get those lights on her, girls!<</speech>>
They all rush to do as they're told. Kaylee goes over to Jasmine and starts to talk to her.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class8">><</link>>
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<</nobr>>
You and Olivia join the other students. They're all sitting around in a circle on their beach towels, enjoying the sunshine and each other's company. You sit down on a rock just outside the circle. Olivia looks nervously for a place to sit.
Grace and her swimsuit are the center of attention, with everyone joking and giggling. They all seem to think she looks really hot in it. Grace is blushing and giggling along. She notices Olivia.
<<speech "Grace">>Hi Olivia! Sit with us!<</speech>>
The whole group looks at Olivia. Grace makes some space on her towel and gestures to it. Olivia hesitantly sits down.
<<speech "Kaylee">>What were you doing over there all by yourself?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, what the fuck, Olivia?<</speech>>
Olivia looks like she's about to yell at both of them, then Grace speaks.
<<speech "Grace">>Yeah, we were all wondering. We wanted you to come over and sit with us!<</speech>>
Kaylee smiles at Olivia
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah!<</speech>>
Alyssa even smiles at Olivia... a little.
<<speech "Alyssa">>But you were being a fucking weirdo and just sitting there by yourself.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Well sorry, Alyssa! Maybe I didn't feel like being insulted!<</speech>>
The whole class is surprised by Olivia's response.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Jesus! Calm down! It was just a joke!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Well sometimes it...<</speech>>
You catch Olivia's eye. She stops and calms down a little before continuing what she was saying.
<<speech "Olivia">>...It's hard to tell if you're joking or not, OK?<</speech>>
Alyssa's bitch armor is up, but she's letting it drop, slowly.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Fine. Sorry.<</speech>>
Olivia takes a deep breath.
<<speech "Olivia">>I'm sorry too.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>So... Are you two gonna stop fighting?<</speech>>
Alyssa and Olivia look at each other and shrug. Then they look at Grace and both nod.
<<speech "Grace">>Yay! I really like it when we're all nice to each other!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Me too.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>It's better this way.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>We can't fight. Not here at the secret beach.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, that should be a rule. No fighting at the secret beach.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">It's like the DMZ.</div>
Alyssa looks at Olivia and reaches out her hand.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Deal?<</speech>>
Olivia shakes Alyssa's hand.
<<speech "Olivia">>Deal.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">PROGRESS!</div>
They all start chattering and giggling again. You sit back and enjoy the sunshine and cool sea breeze. You're not really paying attention to them, and don't at first notice that they all seem to be talking about you.
<<speech "Kaylee">>So where's your swimsuit, Professor?<</speech>>
You refocus.
<<speech "You">>What?<</speech>>
They're all looking at you, smiling.
<<speech "Kaylee">>I said, where's your swimsuit?<</speech>>
You realize that you are definitely the odd one out here. You're the only one in street clothes.
<<speech "You">>To be honest, Kaylee... I don't have one.<</speech>>
They all giggle a little.
<<speech "Mikayla">>What do you mean?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, who doesn't have a swimsuit?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Well, I had to move here on... short notice.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>And you forgot to bring your swimsuit with you? Sounds kinda sus.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">If only they knew you were hiding out in a shitty motel room with just a few of your clothes in an overnight bag.</div>
You play it off.
<<speech "You">>Yeah, must've gotten lost in the move. And I don't really know where I can buy another one on the island.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>OK boomer. You know about the internet, right?<</speech>>
You roll your eyes and smile at Alyssa. She smiles back smugly.
<<speech "You">>Yes, Alyssa. I know about the internet.<</speech>>
She giggles.
<<speech "You">>How old do you think I am?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>You really want to know?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Nope.</div>
<<speech "You">>Nope.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Good answer, Professor.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class8">><</link>>
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<</nobr>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Can we get back on topic please?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>What were we talking about?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>About how unfair it is that we all have to live up to this impossible body standard.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Oh yeah. Lame.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Why is it lame?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>It's just... is it really that big a deal? I mean for a few people here and there, they might get an eating disorder or something. So what?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>So if that can be prevented, shouldn't we at least try?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>It's people's health we're talking about. Shouldn't that be more important than looking sexy just to sell makeup or yoga pants or whatever?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>But isn't it unhealthy to be overweight and out of shape too?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Huh?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Well, if it's unhealthy to try so hard to be thin, isn't it also unhealthy to not exercise, and not eat right?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>What are you getting at?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Just... look, this is sort of an unpopular opinion these days, but I don't think that people who are really overweight and out of shape should be idolized or presented as a standard to live up to either.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>I think she's right.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>But you shouldn't shame people like that either.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yeah, it makes them feel bad about themselves.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>But should they just think that they're perfect the way they are, when they're literally eating themselves to death?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Maybe they're never going to be supermodel-thin, but they should at least try to stay healthy.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Why? If someone wants to just sit around and eat junk food, and not exercise, and die when they're like forty or something... that's their choice. Let 'em!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Alyssa! That's horrible!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Why is that horrible? They made their decision!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>But it's not always that simple, Alyssa. For some of those people, it's a mental health problem.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>It's not just as simple as choosing to be fat, or not having the willpower to stop eating.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Is that just what you say whenever someone points out that MAYBE what you're saying is not totally right?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You never want to talk about things that might challenge your beliefs.<</speech>>
Alyssa frowns at you.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Whatever.</div>
<<speech "Jasmine">>OK, Professeor, I think you're right. There are some more complicated things involved in why people end up overweight. I just think that we shouldn't praise people for being really unhealthy. It's a bad example.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK, that's fair. But what about someone who eats pretty healthy, and exercises regularly, but they're still a little overweight. I mean, you're all young still.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>What does that mean?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>It means that when we get old like him, we're all gonna get fat too.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK, not exactly how I would have phrased it, but basically, yeah.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>It becomes harder to stay in shape as you get older.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>But I see what you're saying, Jasmine. And I think it's a good point.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>So we should try to be thin and pretty then?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>NO!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>YES!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>It's not that simple.<</speech>>
Grace looks a little overwhelmed.
<<speech "Grace">>I... I don't think I get it.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class8">><</link>>
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<</nobr>>
The girls are all readjusting the lights. Kaylee and Jasmine are whispering and giggling together.
<div class="thought">God only knows what those two are talking about.</div>
The both stop whispering at the same time, look over at you, and smile.
<div class="thought">God only knows.</div>
Kaylee takes a hair band from around her wrist and puts Jasmine's hair into a cute ponytail. She spends a few moments styling it and looking at the results.
<<speech "You">>OK, Kaylee. Get outta there! We need to get going!<</speech>>
She smiles and does as you tell her. Before you can even tell Jasmine what to do, She puts her arms over her head, tilts her little hips, and looks at the camera like she's about to fuck everyone in the room.
<div class="thought">I think I know what those two were talking about.</div>
You waste no time and snap the picture. You and the girls take a look at it. It looks so fucking sexy!
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineshoot1.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div>
<<speech "Sophia">>Holy fuck you're hot!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I know, right?!<</speech>>
You look over at Jasmine to direct her next pose, but she's already ahead of you. She's squatting down now with her legs spread wide open. She's holding half her ponytail in each hand and still looking like she wants to get plowed. Olivia sees her pose.
<<speech "Olivia">>OH FUCK THAT'S HOT!<</speech>>
Olivia starts absentmindedly rubbing her pussy with one hand. Everyone else is too focused on Jasmine to notice, but you notice.
<div class="thought">So I'm not the only one getting a boner, huh Olivia?</div>
You snap the picture and take a look. The rest of the girls, minus Olivia, look at the screen, but Olivia is too busy looking at the real thing.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineshoot2.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div>
Kaylee looks up at Jasmine.
<<speech "Kaylee">>OK, now do the last one just like we talked about.<</speech>>
As the whole class watches, Jasmine leans back, bracing herself with one hand on the floor. She takes her other hand and plunges her fingers into her tight pussy. She opens her mouth and lets out a little, breathy moan as her digits penetrate her snatch.
<div class="thought">FUCK ME DEAD!</div>
The whole class gasps, then they start smiling and cheering Jasmine on; all except Olivia. She's sitting on the couch fully fingering herself. Again, no one notices but you. This time, you make eye contact with Olivia. She knows that you know what she's doing, but she doesn't seem to care. She continues pleasuring herself in the corner.
<div class="thought">Well this is escalating.</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Are you gonna take the picture or what, Professor?<</speech>>
You turn back to Jasmine who's still fingering herself and looking at you like she's about to squirt all over the floor. You snap a picture and the girls gather around to see it.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineshoot3.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div>
Jasmine, however, doesn't come over right away to look. She's looking right at Kaylee, who's no longer focused on the screen, and is smiling lustily at Jasmine.
<div class="thought">What's going on there?!</div>
<<speech "Sophia">>Holy shit you look so hot, Jasmine!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah you do!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Totally!<</speech>>
Alyssa looks at Grace.
<<speech "Alyssa">>What do you think, Grace?<</speech>>
Grace blushes nervously. She's probably overwhelemed by the blatant sexuality on display in the room right now.
<<speech "Grace">>You look very pretty, Jasmine.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah... pretty horny!<</speech>>
The class laughs. Jasmine gets up from the ground and comes over to look at the shots. She seems to like them so she smiles and then goes over to talk to Kaylee. You see them whispering, then you see Kaylee subtly smell Jasmine's finger.
<div class="thought">Did I just see what I think I saw?</div>
Kaylee and Jasmine giggle then join the rest of the group. Grace looks around the room.
<<speech "Grace">>Where's Olivia?<</speech>>
Just then, Olivia emerges from the back corner of the room looking particularly flushed.
<<speech "Olivia">>I'm here!<</speech>>
Alyssa gives her a sideways look of suspicion.
<<speech "Alyssa">>What were you doing?<</speech>>
Olivia looks uncomfortable.
<<speech "Olivia">>Nothing!<</speech>>
Alyssa gives her a knowing smile.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Noithing?<</speech>>
Olivia blushes.
<<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, nothing.<</speech>>
Alyssa shrugs and smiles at her again.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>>
Olivia blushes again.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class9">><</link>>
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<</nobr>>
Your students are all still focused on you.
<<speech "Sophia">>Well, isn't it kinda weird to be sitting at the beach in your slacks and your button-down shirt?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah. It seems like it's uncomfortable.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Well, I can't really do anything about it. I don't have a swimsuit.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Well, how are you going to swim then?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I'm not. I'll just sit here while you all swim.<</speech>>
They all seem to not be satisfied with that.
<<speech "Kaylee">>BOOOO!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>LAME!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Come on!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>You can't do that!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>No way!<</speech>>
They're all laughing and booing you.
<<speech "Grace">>Please, Professor. You should come and swim with us!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Yeah! It'll be fun!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>But I can't swim in my clothes, girls!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Then swim in your undies!<</speech>>
Everyone looks at Olivia, including you. You're all shocked that she suggested it. She smiles back at you all.
<<speech "Kaylee">>YEAH! SWIM IN YOUR UNDIES!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>YEAH!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Come on! Do it! Don't be a pussy!<</speech>>
Kaylee starts chanting.
<<speech "Kaylee">>UNDIES! UNDIES! UNDIES!<</speech>>
They all start chanting, even Grace who's also giggling. She seems to find this whole situation extremely entertaining.
<<speech "Kaylee">>UNDIES! UNDIES! UNDIES!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>UNDIES! UNDIES! UNDIES!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>UNDIES! UNDIES! UNDIES!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>UNDIES! UNDIES! UNDIES!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>UNDIES! UNDIES! UNDIES!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>UNDIES! UNDIES! UNDIES!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>UNDIES! UNDIES! UNDIES!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>UNDIES! UNDIES! UNDIES!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Well, if I'm going to get fired... better go out like a man.</div>
You stand up. They start chanting louder and faster.
You unbuckle your pants and drop them around your ankles revealing your boxer shorts underneath. They all burst out in a victorious cheer. Then they notice the boxers you're wearing.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/friday6/boxers.jpg" alt="your boxers"></div>
They all burst out into hysterical laughter. You regret your fashion choices, but continue to disrobe. You strip off the rest of your clothes until it's just you and Rudolph left. The girls are all still giggling. You look out at the water.
<<speech "You">>Well, ladies... it's not gonna get any wetter!<</speech>>
You run headlong towards the sea. The girls all cheer and follow right behind you. You sprint into the deepening water and when you can no longer run, you dive in and swim under the warm waves and out into the ocean.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class9">><</link>>
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<</nobr>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Well, I like being hot. I need to be hot, for my fans.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, how else is she gonna make money, Olivia? It's not like Kaylee has a lot of other options.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Hey! I have options!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Really? You mean there's something else you can do that's going to earn you 30K a month on one hour a day working?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Holy shit! That's how much she makes?</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Maybe not that much, but I could... I could do other stuff.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>OK. Whatever.<</speech>>
Kaylee looks upset with Alyssa.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Well, anyways... I don't think it's a bad thing for people to want to be hot.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I don't either.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Me either.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>I don't either, but I understand what you mean, Olivia.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Me too. Like, some people are never going to be supermodels.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Why are we always talking about supermodels? They're not even that hot!<</speech>>
The class gives Kaylee a confused look.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Like, they're all bony and they're too tall.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>But guys like tall women.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Guys say they like tall women, but when they realize a woman is taller than them, they get all weird about it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I mean, I wouldn't know cause I only date tall guys... but I've heard.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>But Kaylee, supermodels are all so pretty.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, but pretty is not HOT.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Hot is hot and pretty is pretty.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>What do you mean?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Like sure, supermodels are really beautiful. But if I were a guy and I could choose between a beautiful supermodel and a hot slutty pornstar, I'd choose the pornstar every time!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>But that's just cause you're really horny all the time.<</speech>>
Kaylee looks at Alyssa, but doesn't respond.
<div class="thought">Seems like she's still mad at her for that little dig earlier.</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>That's why it's better to be hot than pretty.<</speech>>
Olivia looks angry and frustrated.
<<speech "Olivia">>So that's our only choice? Be impossibly beautiful or be really trashy and slutty?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>If you want to get a guy, yes.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK, now wait. That's not true, Alyssa.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Not every guy is only looking for that.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>All the ones I've met are.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Maybe that's because you only attract assholes.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Oh you're one to talk, whore!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>BITCH!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>HOOKER!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">This is usually where they smile and make up.</div>
Kaylee and Alyssa look at each other angrily.
<<speech "Kaylee">>CUNT!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>FUCK YOU!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>ALRIGHT! STOP!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>That's enough!<</speech>>
The continue to fume at each other, but they stop fighting.
<<speech "You">>Let's get back on topic.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class9">><</link>>
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<</nobr>>
None of the others are volunteering to go next, so you'll have to volunteer someone. Grace still looks particularly nervous so you decide it should be her.
<<speech "You">>Grace, you're next.<</speech>>
Grace looks really scared.
<<speech "Grace">>Do I have to?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Are you really asking me that?<</speech>>
Grace says nothing.
<<speech "You">>Yes, Grace. You have to.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yes sir.<</speech>>
She reluctantly walks over to the backdrop. She squints as the harsh, bright lights shine on her. She stands in a decidedly unsexy pose, nervously hugging herself and not smiling.
<<speech "You">>Grace, you gotta smile.<</speech>>
She tries her best to smile, but can't seem to force one.
<<speech "You">>Grace! SMILE!<</speech>>
She looks like she's about to cry.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Hey, Professor?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>What is it, Alyssa?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Don't you think she'd look better over on the couch instead?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">I'm not sure she would, but she's not giving me anything in front of the backdrop, so why not give it a shot.</div>
<<speech "You">>OK, let's try it.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Grace! Get over on the couch!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yes sir.<</speech>>
She heads over there and some of the girls move the lights to face her. You look at Grace through the camera. She still looks nervous.
<<speech "Grace">>I don't know what to do, Professor.<</speech>>
<<if $lesson2==2>>You look at Grace. You remember your little office session with her and think that maybe you can try to encourage her. You look right at her and give her a little wink that only she notices. She smiles.
<<speech "You">>You can do this, Grace.<</speech>>
This seems to bolster her confidence and she smiles even wider.<<else>>You look at Grace. She seems really lost here. You're about to yell at her some more, but Alyssa beats you to it.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Come on, Grace! This isn't that hard! You're super fucking hot, you're just the only one in here who doesn't know it!<</speech>>
Grace looks unconvinced.
<<speech "Grace">>No I'm not.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>YES YOU FUCKING ARE!<</speech>>
Everyone seems to agree and they begin to encourage Grace.
<<speech "Kaylee">>You can do it, Grace!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah! You can do it!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>You're really hot, Grace!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I'd fuck you!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Grace, you're beautiful!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, Grace! Show it off!<</speech>>
Grace seems to be encouraged by all this positive attention. She looks confident now. She smiles wide.<</if>>
<<speech "Grace">>OK!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>How do you want me, Professor?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">You don't want to know, little churchmouse.</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Wait, hold on!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>What now?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Don't you think she'd look hotter with her knee socks and her little pink sneakers on?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Yes!</div>
<<speech "Olivia">>Yes!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yes!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yes!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yes!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Yes!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Yes!<</speech>>
Grace giggles.
<<speech "Grace">>OK!<</speech>>
She puts them on then kneels back on the couch. She looks adorably fuckable. Without warning you snap the picture and look at it on the screen.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceshoot1.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
Everyone gathers around to look. They all start giggling.
<<speech "Grace">>Do I look good?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Oh my God, Grace! You look SOOO cute!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Really? I do?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, Grace. You do!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>A little TOO cute! You gotta do something sexier!<</speech>>
Grace looks a little nervous again.
<<speech "Grace">>But I don't know how to be sexy.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Like fuck you don't!</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Just get on all fours and spread your ass open for the camera.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>OH MY GOD! KAYLEE! NO!!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>What?! You wanted to be sexy, and that pose is sexy one hundred percent of the time! Trust me!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I... I can't do that! Not in front of Professor $you.fakelastName and all of you!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Grace... don't take this the wrong way, but you need to grow the fuck up!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Lauren did that shit, Jasmine did shit even sluttier!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Hell, even Olivia did it!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, AND she was jacking off in the corner earlier!<</speech>>
Olivia looks shocked. Kaylee looks right at her.
<<speech "Kaylee">>That's right bitch! I noticed! WE ALL NOTICED!<</speech>>
Olivia blushes hard.
<<speech "Kaylee">>But it doesn't matter because we're all naked and horny and locked in here together until we finish this shit!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>YEAH! NOW GET ON ALL FOURS AND SPREAD IT!<</speech>>
Grace startles.
<<speech "Grace">>Yes Ma'am!<</speech>>
She quickly does what Alyssa commanded.
<div class="thought">What the fuck just happened?</div>
<div class="thought">Fuck it. Nevermind.</div>
You point the camera at Grace and take the picture. Everyone looks at it on the screen.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceshoot2.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
They all giggle and cheer for Grace, telling her how hot she looks.
<<speech "You">>OK, Grace. Last one. Do whatever you want.<</speech>>
Grace thinks a moment. Her confidence is really high now from all the encouragement.
<<speech "Grace">>Can I... can I do a... slutty one? Like Olivia and Jasmine did?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">FUCK YES YOU CAN!</div>
<<speech "You">>Like I said, Grace, do whatever you want.<</speech>>
She smiles at you then squats down on the couch with her legs spread, showing off her little, pink twat. She smiles with pride.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Get in there good, Professor!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Good idea, Kaylee.</div>
You move in close and take a nice shot that really features Grace's virgin pussy. Grace gets off the couch and she and the rest of the girls gather around to look a the pic.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/graceshoot3.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>HOLY SHIT GRACE!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>That one's gonna make Olivia rub one out again!<</speech>>
Grace giggles
<<speech "Grace">>KAYLEE! STOP!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>No, she's right!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah she is!<</speech>>
You notice that both Olivia and Alyssa are gently rubbing themselves. No one seems to care.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class10">><</link>>
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You find yourself standing in waist deep water nearby the shore. Your students are all in a group, laughing, splashing and playing in the water. Your eyes are drawn to their beautiful, youthful bodies. You probably shouldn't stare, but it's hard not to.
<div class="thought">Alyssa and Kaylee already caught me earlier staring at Grace's exposed body.</div>
<div class="thought">But they seemed to play it off as a joke.</div>
<div class="thought">I mean, it's not like any of them are underage... and they want guys to look... right?</div>
You're lost in thought and don't notice right away that the girls are calling to you..
<<speech "Mikayla">>Professor!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Professor!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Professor!<</speech>>
You look up and see them all motioning for you to join them. You dive under the water and swim over to their group, surfacing nearby.
<<speech "Kaylee">>We thought you were just gonna stay over there all day!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, Professor. What were you doing over there?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Waiting for my boner to subside.</div>
<<speech "You">>Just enjoying the beautiful view.<</speech>>
They all giggle. Kaylee squeezes her tits together in front of you.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, some view, huh?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Of the beach. Of nature, I mean.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Sure you do, Professor.<</speech>>
You shake your head and smile.
<<speech "You">>Oh grow up, girls. Not everything is about sex.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Says the pervert sex teacher!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Alyssa! Don't be mean!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Professor $you.fakelastName is not a pervert.<</speech>>
Alyssa looks at you with a mischevious grin. Kaylee joins her.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Don't be so sure, Grace.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Stop it, Alyssa. You should be thanking Professor $you.fakelastName. He let us come to this beach instead of having class today!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Maybe you're right.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>So, Professor... how do you think we should all thank you?<</speech>>
She has that same mischevious grin on her face.
<div class="thought">Alyssa... at it again.</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I can think of a few ways!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Oh come on you two! Leave the guy alone for one day.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, you two are always messing with him.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>It's fun!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah. You know it's all just fun, right Professor?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Yeah, Alyssa. All in good fun.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Until I get fired... and the mob tracks me down... and I end up at the bottom of this fucking ocean.</div>
Kaylee looks at you.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Besides, I don't care if you want to look at me, Professor.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, me either!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>What about the rest of you?<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>I don't care.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Me either.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>I don't care either.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>It's fine, I guess.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>It doesn't bother me!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Well, normally I would really have a problem with the male gaze, seeing as it's just an expression of men's desire to-<</speech>>
Kaylee cuts Olivia off.
<<speech "Kaylee">>See Professor? No one cares! We like when you leer at us!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Hey, I wasn't leering at you!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Can we just say that I was lost in thought and I happened to be looking in your direction?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Whatever makes you feel better, I guess.<</speech>>
Just as you've all got that sorted out, a big, rogue wave seems to come out of nowhere and hits you and the girls. You're all caught by surprise and knocked from your feet and under the water. When you all surface and clear your eyes, you can see that the wave has caused a couple wardrobe malfunctions.
Lauren and Mikayla have had their tops removed by the force of the wave. They squeal and giggle. You stare directly at them.
<div class="thought">Now I'm DEFINITELY leering.</div>
<div class="thought">And I don't care.</div>
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class10">><</link>>
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<</nobr>>
<<speech "You">>I normally don't want to interfere in your discussions unless I have to. But, Alyssa... I think you're wrong about what guys want.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Oh really?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>The why is Kaylee making almost half a million a year doing what she does?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK, you're not wrong about what some guys want. But not every guy is like that.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>But most of them are!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Look, I think there's definitely a narrative out there that guys are only interested in sex. But that's just not true.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Alyssa, Kaylee... sure, if you only look at the guys who subscribe to Kaylee's JustFans, then you'd think that guys only want sex and nothing else matters to them.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>And Olivia, if all you ever hear about is how men are pigs and they only want impossibly beautiful women, then you'd get to thinking that's the truth... but it's not.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Get outside your bubbles a little bit, and I think you'll find that the world is a very complex and diverse place.<</speech>>
The seem a little miffed that you called them out, but you can tell they're thinking about what you said.
<<speech "Grace">>Well... what do guys want then, Professor?<</speech>>
You smile at Grace. Everyone looks at you awaiting your response.
<<speech "You">>That's just it, Grace. I can't tell you what ALL guys want because ALL guys don't want the same things.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>This is how we get ourselves all tied up in knots; when we assume that an entire group of people all act the same, and all want the same thing.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I mean, if I said that all women just want to find a guy with a lot of money who will take care of them, would you agree?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Well, sort of?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Really?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Well, maybe not.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Definitely not. I don't care about that shit.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Me either.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, fuck that. I make my own money!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>See, even just in this group, at least half of you disagree.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>So let's stop generalizing.<</speech>>
Olivia looks a little uncomfortable.
<<speech "Olivia">>But if what you're saying is true... then WHY? Why is everything we see all about sex and being beautiful?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Can't deny what she's saying.</div>
<<speech "You">>I think, Olivia, that it comes down to fantasy vs. reality.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>What do you mean by that?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I'll try to explain.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class10">><</link>>
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<</nobr>>
<div class="thought">Well, who should be next?</div>
You look at Alyssa. She's still fixated on Grace.
<<speech "You">>Alyssa!<</speech>>
She startles.
<<speech "Alyssa">>What?!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You're next. Let's get a move on!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>OK! OK!<</speech>>
She gets in front of the backdrop and some of your "assistants" move the lights to shine on her.
<<speech "You">>OK Alyssa, let's get this done quick.<</speech>>
She stands there with a sexy, filthy smile. You point the camera and just as you take the shot, she slides her hands down to her hips and looks down, away from the camera. You and some of the other girls look at the pic on the screen.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssashoot1.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
<<speech "You">>Alyssa! Why did you get all shy all of a sudden? This pic is ruined.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I didn't! What are you talking about?!<</speech>>
You walk over and show her the pic.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssashoot1.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
<<speech "You">>Everything looked good, then you got nervous. That doesn't seem like a very Alyssa thing to do.<</speech>>
She looks a little uncomfortable, but covers it well.
<<speech "Alyssa">>I just looked down at the wrong moment! Maybe you should warn me when you're about to take a picture!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Check your attitude.<</speech>>
She frowns.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Fine. Sorry.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>That's better. Let's go again.<</speech>>
You step back and get ready for the next shot. Alyssa is looking at the camera with a smile.
<<speech "You">>OK, Alyssa, I'm about to take the shot. Are you ready?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yes.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK.<</speech>>
Just as you snap the pic, her hands slide down to cover her hips again. You take a look at the shot on the screen.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssashoot2.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
Kaylee looks too.
<<speech "Kaylee">>I mean, it's better than the last one, but you still look kinda nervous.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Well, we can't all be as big of a whore as you are, Kaylee.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Damn right!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>That was supposed to be an insult.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Oh. Then fuck you, bitch!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>HOOKER!<</speech>>
Kaylee and Alyssa smile at each other.
<<speech "You">>Look, Alyssa... everytime I go to shoot a pic, you cover up your hips.<</speech>>
Alyssa looks uncomfortable.
<div class="thought">That's what she's sensitive about.</div>
<<speech "You">>Stop worrying about your bony hips!<</speech>>
She looks defensive.
<<speech "Alyssa">>I'm NOT!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>PROVE IT!<</speech>>
She frowns at you, but then strikes a pose with her arms over her head, fully exposing her hips.
<<speech "You">>That's more like it!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Now smile for the camera!<</speech>>
She gives you a little half smile. You snap the pic and take a look at the results.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssashoot3.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
<<speech "You">>It looks OK, but you don't really look like you're enjoying yourself.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Well... what else do you want? You said show your hips, I did it. You said smile, I did it. So what?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Look, Alyssa. The whole point here is to show off the part of your body that you don't like, but also be confident about it.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I mean, if Olivia and Grace can do it, I would have thought it would be easy for you.<</speech>>
This seems to get her competitive fire burning. She doesn't want to be out-sexied by Olivia and Grace. She strikes the same sexy pose but with a big smile.
<div class="thought">Now she looks like she's into it.</div>
<<speech "You">>Perfect.<</speech>>
You snap the pic and everyone gathers to take a look.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssashoot4.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
<<speech "Mikayla">>You look really good, Alyssa.<</speech>>
Alyssa joins the group.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Lemme see.<</speech>>
You give her a raised-eyebrow-look.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Lemme see PLEASE...<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>...Sir.<</speech>>
You smile and hold out the camera for her to see. She looks at the pic and smiles.
<<speech "Kaylee">>See? I told you your hips weren't that bad! You look hot!<</speech>>
Grace puts her hand on Alyssa's shoulder.
<<speech "Grace">>You look really pretty, Alyssa.<</speech>>
Alyssa blushes a little and smiles just for a moment.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>OK, stop looking at me. Who's next?!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Sophia, you're next.<</speech>>
Sophia smiles and heads over in front of the backdrop.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class11">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson5==2>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>
The rest of the girls search around for Lauren and Mikayla's bikini tops.
<<speech "Kaylee">>I found one!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Me too, I found the other one!<</speech>>
They give the errant swim tops back to the girls and they put them back on, covering themselves once again. Kaylee looks over at you.
<<speech "Kaylee">>How's that for a show, Professor?<</speech>>
You can't help but make eye contact with Lauren and Mikayla. You feel uncomfortable, and you can tell that they do to.
<<speech "You">>Sorry, girls. Sorry for staring.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Oh come on! Didn't we just say that we don't care?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Still... it was inappropriate.<</speech>>
Lauren and Mikayla look at you and manage a smile.
<<speech "Mikayla">>It's no big deal, Professor.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Yeah, it was an accident.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Don't worry about it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>See! It's nothing!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Maybe they're right.</div>
The girls get back to playing in the water, and you get back to watching them without looking too creepy. After a few minutes, you see that Alyssa and Kaylee are talking with Grace. They all seem to agree on something, then Grace wades over to you in the chest-deep water.
<<speech "Grace">>Will you be my partner, Professor?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>For what, Grace?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Kaylee and Alyssa want to have a chicken fight!<</speech>>
You look over at Kaylee and Alyssa. They're smiling at you.
<<speech "You">>Oh they do, huh?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>We're gonna kick your ass, Professor!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Challenge accepted!</div>
You lean in to Grace and whisper in her ear.
<<speech "You">>Let's beat these bitches!<</speech>>
She giggles.
<<speech "Grace">>OK!<</speech>>
You all gather up near each other. Alyssa gets up on Kaylee's shoulders and Grace gets on yours. Her thighs are squeezing you tightly as she balances and gets ready for the fight. You think about just how skimpy her bikini is as you feel her crotch rubbing against the back of your neck.
<div class="thought">This is fine. Everything is fine.</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>OK, GO!!<</speech>>
The fight begins! Grace and Alyssa struggle with each other, laughing and giggling. You hold on tightly to Grace's legs, trying to keep her steady up on your shoulders. Alyssa talks shit the whole time!
<<speech "Alyssa">>Come on, Grace! You ain't got shit!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Is that the best you can do, bitch!<</speech>>
Grace laughs and squeals with glee as she wrestles with Alyssa. You and Kaylee are standing right next to each other, your bodies rubbing together as the other two fight for dominance above you.
<<speech "Kaylee">>How you doin', Professor?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>No distractions, Kaylee! We're in it to win it!<</speech>>
Kaylee gives you a smug smile. Suddenly you feel her grab your balls beneath the water. You tense up.
<<speech "You">>HOLY FUCK!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>What?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>What?!<</speech>>
Kaylee releases your junk, but you're still so shocked by it that you start to lose your balance. Kaylee loses her grip on Alyssa. The four of you all tumble into the water together with a mighty splash.
When you surface, Kaylee is looking right at you. Alyssa and Grace look confused.
<<speech "Grace">>What happened?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, Kaylee... what the fuck?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I guess my hand slipped. Right, Professor?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Sure. And I think I just lost my balance.<</speech>>
Kaylee keeps looking right at you. <<if $lesson4==2>>After what happened in your office yesterday, you know just how sexually aggressive she can be.
<div class="thought">I thought we we're keeping that shit under wraps!</div><<else>><div class="thought">Well... she's very... forward.</div><</if>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I guess it's a draw then.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Yeah, a draw.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Don't worry, Professor! We'll get them next time!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, Professor... next time.<</speech>>
She smiles at you. Alyssa seems to notice what's going on between the two of you.
<div class="thought">Kaylee... what the fuck are you doing?</div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Do you two need a moment?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>What? No!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, Alyssa. Don't be weird.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>What's going on? I don't get it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Nevermind, Grace. Let's get out of the water. I'm starting to get all shriveled up.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>OK!<</speech>>
Grace and Alyssa head for shore. Kaylee is about to follow them, but before she does, she takes your hand and puts it down the front of her bikini bottoms. She uses your hand like a sex toy for about thirty seconds, looking you right in the eye and smiling at you the whole time.
<div class="thought">WHAT THE FUCK, KAYLEE?!</div>
She releases your hand and winks at you.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Now we're even!<</speech>>
With that, she follows the other two to the shore.
<div class="thought">I hope none of the other girls saw that.</div>
You look around and see that most of them are on the beach already. They probably didn't see anything. You, Lauren and Mikayla are the only ones left in the water. You head over to them.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class11">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson5==3>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<speech "You">>Well, what is really being sold?<</speech>>
They all look a little confused.
<<speech "You">>When you see a beautiful woman or a handsome man selling a product in a commercial, what is really being sold?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I guess it depends on the commercial.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Does it, though?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Don't think about it literally. In a more general sense, what is being sold?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Fantasy.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>EXACTLY.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>They're selling you a fantasy.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Drink this beer and this hot woman will want to have sex with you.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Wear this eyeliner and you'll look as beautiful as this famous supermodel.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>That's true, it really is.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I guess it is.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>So they use the fantasy of sex to sell you energy drinks and shit?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You tell me. Do they?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I think he's right.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I guess so. I mean... it's not like drinking a certain thing is actually going to make women want to fuck you more.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>But... do people actually believe that? Do they really think that buying a certain thing is going to make people like them more?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Well, what do you think, Grace?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I don't see how they could really believe that.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>But do they have to consciously believe it for it to work?<</speech>>
The class looks at Mikayla for further explanation.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Doesn't it usually work subconsciously?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Ahh. That's interesting, Mikayla. Tell us more.<</speech>>
Mikayla smiles.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Well, even if you don't really believe that the right lipstick is going to make you beautiful, or that the right whiskey is going to make women fall in love with you...<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Sometimes, you just buy it anyway... and you don't really even know why... right?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Isn't that your subconscious?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>It's all a fantasy, though. It's not real.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>But it works. Otherwise they'd stop doing it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>What?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Advertisers. They wouldn't keep doing it if it wasn't working.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>She's right.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>But doesn't that bother you?! People are living in a fantasy world!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>I don't think it's all that bad, Olivia.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, just because sex sells, it doesn't mean we're all being brainwashed or something.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I think it does! I think that there are a lot of people who really can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>That's interesting. What does everyone think about that?<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class11">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<if $lesson5==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg studio>>
<<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>>
<</nobr>>
You're about to start when Kaylee touches you on the arm to get your attention.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Professor?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>What is it, Kaylee?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Could I please try to take the pictures this time... sir... please?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Well, she's been helpful, and she asked respectfully, so I should reward her.</div>
<<speech "You">>OK, Kaylee.<</speech>>
She smiles. You hand her the camera.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Thanks, Teach!<</speech>>
You frown at her. She looks at you sheepishly.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Sir Teach?<</speech>>
You roll your eyes.
<<speech "You">>Just take the pictures.<</speech>>
She smiles at you then directs her attention to Sophia.
<<speech "Kaylee">>So what was it that you hate about yourself again?<</speech>>
Sophia frowns.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Oh yeah, I remember. You have a little ass.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Fuck off, Kaylee!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Hey, don't be a bitch! I was going to help you with that!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>How?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Well now I don't know if I want to or not.<</speech>>
Sophia sighs.
<<speech "Sophia">>I'm sorry, OK?<</speech>>
Kaylee laughs.
<<speech "Kaylee">>I was just fucking with you! I would've helped you anyway!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>You're such a cunt.<</speech>>
Kaylee winks at Sophia and Sophia smiles back.
<<speech "Kaylee">>OK, so the trick to making your ass look better is...<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Heels.<</speech>>
She looks over at a small clothing rack in the corner.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Sophia, go over there and see if you can find some. Pick the tallest, sluttiest ones you can find.<</speech>>
Sophia does as she's told and returns with a pair of tall, white platform heels.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah! Those are perfect!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>But... how do your shoes make your butt look better?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>They change your posture so it sticks out more.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>How do you know that, miss feminism?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I read it in an article on a feminist blog. You see, men invented high heels so that women would wear them to change their posture. That way, women always look like they're presenting themselves for sex and then men can control-<</speech>>
Alyssa cuts her off.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Nevermind. Don't care.<</speech>>
Olivia frowns but does not continue.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Can we get back to this?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>OK, I'm ready.<</speech>>
Sophia strikes a sexy frontal pose and Kaylee snaps a pic. She shows it to you.
<<speech "Kaylee">>What do you think, Professor?<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiashoot1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
<div class="thought">Fuck she's hot.</div>
<<speech "You">>Looks good to me.<</speech>>
<<if $lesson4==1>>You look up and smile at Sophia. It seems to bolster her confidence a little and she smiles back. Your little office session yesterday seems to have really gained her loyalty, just as you expected.<<else>>Kaylee smiles.<</if>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>OK, now turn to the side and show off your ass.<</speech>>
Sophia looks a little nervous about that.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Trust me. Let the heels do the work.<</speech>>
Sophia turns to the side and Kaylee takes the shot. You both look at it.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiashoot3.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
<div class="thought">Kaylee was right. The heels are working like magic.</div>
<div class="thought">That "fuck me" smile Sophia's got helps too.</div>
<<speech "Sophia">>Does it look good?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Fucking great! Now turn a little more and really show that ass off!<</speech>>
Sophia turns to point her ass at the camera. She looks back over her shoulder and smiles. Kaylee snaps the pic.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiashoot2.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>YES! So hot!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>I want to see!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Me too!<</speech>>
All the girls are clamoring about wanting to see the pic. They crowd around Kaylee.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Damn you horny little bitches! Fine, here, look!<</speech>>
She hands the camera over to Jasmine and all the girls pass it around looking at the pics of Sophia. They all oooh and aaah at how hot she looks. Sophia smiles.
<<speech "Sophia">>So... am I done?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>NO WAY!<</speech>>
Kaylee grabs the camera back.
<<speech "Kaylee">>You still need to do the slut shot!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>You think you can handle that one on your own?<</speech>>
Sophia smiles then gets down on her hands and knees and points her ass at the camera. She puts one hand back on her ass and really spreads herself open.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Fuck yeah!<</speech>>
Kaylee gets in close and snaps a pic that really shows off Sophia's pussy and asshole. You take a look at it.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiashoot4.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
<div class="thought">Yep, that's a slut shot alright.</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Fucking hot, Sophia!<</speech>>
Sophia takes a look at her pics and seems to agree that they are, indeed, fucking hot. She and Kaylee giggle together looking at them.
<<speech "You">>Kaylee?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>What?<</speech>>
You hold out your hand.
<<speech "You">>Camera?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Oh, yeah. Here you go.<</speech>>
She hands it to you.
<<speech "You">>Good job.<</speech>>
Kaylee beams at your compliment.
<div class="thought">A little praise now and then can go a long way when you're training a girl like Kaylee.</div>
<<speech "You">>OK, Mikayla. You're up next.<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class12">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson5==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg beach>>
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<</nobr>>
Mikayla and Lauren see you as you swim up to them. They smile.
<<speech "You">>Hi girls.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Hi, Professor!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Hi, Professor!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I just wanted to make sure neither of you were embarrased about what... happened....<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You know... about what I saw.<</speech>>
Neither of them seem to be too bothered by it. <<if $lesson3==1>>Mikayla gives you a knowing look. After what you two did in your office the other day, she shouldn't be bothered by something like this. She's just playing innocent for Lauren's sake.<<elseif $lesson3==2>>Lauren gives you a knowing look. After what you two did in your office the other day, she shouldn't be bothered by something like this. She's just playing innocent for Mikayla's sake.<<else>><</if>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>No big deal. We're fine, right Lauren?<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Yeah, it's fine. I'm not embarrassed.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Good. It seems like everyone is having a good time, and I would hate for that to get ruined.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>That's very thoughtful of you, Professor!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Yeah! You're really great, Professor!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Thanks for taking us here today!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, thanks! It's so much fun!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Well, you girls have been really great in class this week. And with the rat situation on campus, it only made sense for us to take a day off.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I'm just glad that Grace told us about her secret beach. She's the one you should be thanking.<</speech>>
<<if $lesson3==1>><<speech "Lauren">>Yeah, Mikayla! Let's go thank Grace!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>You go ahead. I need to ask Professor $you.fakelastName something.<</speech>>
Lauren gives Mikayla a questioning look.
<<speech "Mikayla">>It's something... private.<</speech>>
Lauren seems to understand and accept this. She heads off to shore leaving you and Mikayla alone in the water. After she's gone, Mikayla looks at you.
<<speech "Mikayla">>I keep thinking about what we did in your office.<</speech>>
She smiles at you, lustily. You smile back.
<<speech "You">>Mikayla... what are you thinking?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>This.<</speech>>
She reaches her hand down your underwear and starts jerking you off. You look over at the other girls on the beach. None of them are paying attention to the two of you.
<<speech "You">>You're a nasty little girl, aren't you?<</speech>>
As if to answer your question, she grabs your hand and puts it down her bikini bottoms. You start fingering her while she jerks you off.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Just pretend like we're talking about something.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>We are talking about something.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I'm talking about how much I want your hard cock in me right now!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>And I'm talking about how tight your little pussy feels around my fingers!<</speech>>
The two of you are going at it beneath the waterline, while above, you both just seem to be having a casual conversation.
<div class="thought">The fucking blueballs I'm gonna have at the end of this field trip... MY GOD!</div>
You both continue for a few more minutes, but the cold water is not going to allow either of you to cum. And you're not going to be able to use the, "we were just talking," excuse for much longer, so you both reluctantly disengage and head for shore to join the rest of the class.
<<elseif $lesson3==2>><<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, Lauren. Let's go thank Grace!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>You go. I'll catch up to you. I want to talk to Professor $you.fakelastName.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>OK.<</speech>>
Mikayla heads off towards the shore leaving you and Lauren alone in the water.
<<speech "You">>So, what's up?<</speech>>
Lauren looks at you with a nervous smile.
<<speech "Lauren">>Do you remember what happened in your office the other day?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">You mean when you stripped naked and masturbated in front of me while I jerked off under my desk?</div>
<<speech "You">>It's a little hard to forget something like that, Lauren.<</speech>>
You smile at her. She blushes and smiles back.
<<speech "Lauren">>Do you feel bad about it?<</speech>>
She looks a little nervous.
<<speech "You">>No, Lauren. And you shouln't either.<</speech>>
She smiles wide.
<div class="thought">It looks like she was waiting for your approval.</div>
<<speech "Lauren">>Good! I... I'm really glad I can... talk to you.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I'm glad you can too.<</speech>>
She bites her lip and gives you a flirty look.
<<speech "Lauren">>I'm glad we can do... other stuff too.<</speech>>
With that, she pulls her top down showing you her tiny breasts. She giggles. You look to the shore to make sure the other girls aren't watching. They're not.
<<speech "You">>I'm pretty happy about that too.<</speech>>
You reach out and play with her hard nipples. She lets out a little moan and starts rubbing her pussy under the water. You keep playing with her and she closes her eyes and starts rubbing faster. You keep this up for a minute, then stop. She opens her eyes and looks at you.
<<speech "Lauren">>Why did you stop?!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I think it's time we join the others, don't you?<</speech>>
She pouts a little.
<<speech "Lauren">>Fine. But... can we do this again... later?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I'm sure we'll find the time.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>As long as no one else finds out.<</speech>>
Lauren smiles at you.
<<speech "Lauren">>My lips are sealed, Professor!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Good. Now let's get going.<</speech>>
She pulls her top back into place and the two of you make your way to shore.<<else>><</if>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class12">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson5==3>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
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<</nobr>>
Everyone looks around at each other. Then Grace raises her hand.
<<speech "You">>Yes, Grace?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I don't think that fantasies are really that bad, are they?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>It's just people using their imaginations.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>But what about when it starts to affect their real lives?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>It happens! There are people out there who can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality. And it can be really unhealthy!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>I guess so. But it's not like that's EVERYONE.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>There are plenty of people who have active imaginations, who fantasize about things and just leave it at that.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>I don't think it's ruining their lives. I think it just helps them break through the monotony sometimes.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>But why should they need to do that?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Sometimes life is boring. I mean, most times it is, right?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Every day seems the same. I mean, look at us... wake up, go to class, talk about stuff, get lunch... <</speech>>
<div class="thought">Sexy office hours...</div>
<<speech "Sophia">>... Go home, eat dinner, go to sleep, do it all over again tomorrow.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>It gets pretty boring.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>You forgot about masturbating.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Yeah.<</speech>>
Everyone looks a Lauren. She looks uncomfortable.
<<speech "Lauren">>I mean, we all do it... sometimes... right?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, that's a perfect example. Olivia... what do you think about when you're masturbating?<</speech>>
Olivia blushes and looks a little offended that Sophia is asking her that.
<<speech "Olivia">>I... I'm not gonna tell you that!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Oh fuck you, Olivia. Weren't you just asking each of us if we like pussy? Now you're too shy to tell us what you think about when you're rubbing one out?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I'll tell you what I'm thinking about!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>NO!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Kaylee, no. Please.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Then tell us, Olivia!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Well... it's not like it's always the same thing every time.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>OK, but is it always some real person who you know? Like a person you could realistically actually date?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>No.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>So there you go. You fantasize, but you make the differentiation between fantasy and reality. And you're fine, right?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, I guess.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>But I didn't say that everyone blurs the line between fantasy and reality.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I just think that a lot of people do.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Maybe. And maybe she's right. It doesn't seem healthy to live in fantasy land.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Maybe not... but reality can be pretty shitty for some people. If fantasy is what helps them get through, then what's the problem?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>What if it's some guy who has rape fantasies?! You don't see a problem there, Jasmine?!<</speech>>
Jasmine thinks hard about it.
<<speech "Jasmine">>If he knows it's just a fantasy... then no, I don't think it's a problem.<</speech>>
The class is divided on this. Some of them seem to agree with Jasmine, but others, like Lauren and Grace, look upset.
<<speech "Grace">>How can you say that?! It's so wrong!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>It's just fantasy, Grace. And if it stays that way, then who's actually getting hurt? No one.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>But it's just another way for men to control women! Do you really think that any sane woman is fantasizing about getting raped?! Of course not!<</speech>>
<<if $lesson3==1>>Mikayla looks nervous.
<div class="thought">I see you, Mikayla. And I remember our little office "talk" the other day.</div>
<<else>><</if>><<speech "Kaylee">>Sure they do.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>WHAT?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Olivia... trust me. They do.<</speech>>
Olivia looks dumbfounded.
<<speech "Olivia">>But... WHY?! HOW?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Look, I don't really know why. But I'll tell you right now, there are women who have fantasies about being raped. And there are more of them out there than you think.<</speech>>
Olivia looks like she's about to scream, but she just seems to give up.
<<speech "Olivia">>I... I don't know what to even say. I just don't understand it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Sometimes there are things we don't understand. But just because we don't understand them, it doesn't mean they're not real.<</speech>>
Olivia sighs. She seems to concede to that point.
<<speech "Sophia">>Look, Olivia... I think that fantasies, even more extreme ones, are OK. They don't have to become anything more than fantasies. And usually, they don't.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>We can't start policing people's thoughts just because of a few of them that can't distinguish their reality from their fantasies.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I guess. It still just makes me feel fucking terrible thinking about it though.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>That seems like a YOU problem... not an US problem.<</speech>>
Olivia gives Kaylee a sour look.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Sorry, but it's true.<</speech>>
Olivia pouts a little, but doesn't continue to argue.
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Mikayla looks nervous. She hesitates to stand in front of the backdrop.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Professor?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Yes, Mikayla?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Can you promise me that I will be the only one who has copies of these pictures?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Sure. I'll be lying though.</div>
<<speech "You">>Mikayla, I already told everyone that. You will be the only one who has the pics. They are for you only.<</speech>>
She still looks worried.
<<speech "You">>What are you worried about?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>About what might happen if these pictures got out.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>About what my parents would do to me.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Didn't you just tell us that you hate your parents, like a couple days ago?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Well... yes.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>So what the fuck do you care what they think?<</speech>>
Mikayla is still clearly conflicted.
<<speech "Mikayla">>I... I don't. Or, I mean, I don't want to. I don't want to care about what they think... but I guess I still do, a little.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>It's how I've been raised. And it's hard to change how I feel.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I understand that, Mikayla, but I've said already that this will all remain totally confidential.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Do you not trust me? Because that's pretty disrespectful.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>All I'm doing is trying to help you. And I find it very troubling that you still don't trust me.<</speech>>
Mikayla looks ashamed.
<div class="thought">I'm collecting blackmail material and she still feels bad questioning me.</div>
<div class="thought">Goddamn I'm good!</div>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I'm sorry, Professor. I trust you.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Well good. Then get up there in front of the backdrop and let's get this thing done.<</speech>>
She smiles at you.
<<speech "Mikayla">>OK!<</speech>>
She stands in front of the backdrop and you get ready to take the pics.
<<speech "Mikayla">>So... what should I do?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Smile for the camera, Mikayla. You know the drill.<</speech>>
She smiles and you take the first picture. You look at the shot.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylashoot1.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div>
<div class="thought">Mikayla looks perfect, as always.</div>
<<speech "Mikayla">>How does it look?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Meh. It's OK. Not great.<</speech>>
Mikayla looks a little unsettled.
<<speech "Mikayla">>What's wrong with it?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>It's just a little... boring.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Gotta keep Mikayla's ego in check here.</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Can I see?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">If I let her look, she'll tell Mikayla how great she looks.</div>
<<speech "You">>No, Kaylee.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Why not?!<</speech>>
You give Kaylee a stern look.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Sorry... sir.<</speech>>
Kaylee shrinks back into the rest of the group. They watch patiently as you work with Mikayla.
<<speech "You">>You gotta give me more, Mikayla. I... I just can't do anything with this unless you try harder.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I can do better! I promise!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">I've tapped into the overachiever part of her brain.</div>
Mikayla gets down on her knees and rubs starts rubbing her tits. She smiles that perfect, practiced smile at the camera and you take the shot.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylashoot2.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Is that better?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>It's a little better... I guess.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I'm sorry, Professor. I'm trying. I really am!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Really?<</speech>>
Mikayla gets a determined look on her face.
<<speech "Mikayla">>No! I can do better!<</speech>>
She stands up and turns her back to the camera. She gets up on her tiptoes and spreads open her asscheeks. She looks back over her shoulder and smiles.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Is this better?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I guess we'll see.<</speech>>
You take the picture.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylashoot3.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div>
<div class="thought">Goddamn that's one hot little slut!</div>
<<speech "You">>Look, Mikayla... maybe we should just stop here. I mean... you tried, right?<</speech>>
She looks more determined than ever.
<<speech "Mikayla">>NO! I CAN DO BETTER!<</speech>>
She gets back down on the ground and lies back, propping herself up on her elbows. She spreads her legs wide, fully revealing her puckered asshole and meaty, pink pussy.
<<speech "You">>Mikayla... I don't think this is going to be any better.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>PLEASE!! PLEASE, PROFESSOR! TAKE THE PICTURE!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK, I'll do it. If it will make you feel better.<</speech>>
You get in close and take a nice pic of her slutty little twat.
<div class="thought">I can't believe I got THE Mikayla Morrison to beg me to take a picture of her pussy.</div>
<div class="thought">Life at Harrington continues to surprise.</div>
You look at the results.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylashoot4.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div>
Mikayla looks at you waiting for your approval.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Was it good?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Well, I think it's the best one of all of them. It's pretty good.<</speech>>
She smiles, but you can tell she still is not totally satisfied with herself.
<<speech "Mikayla">>I... I can do better though.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Probably, but we don't have time for that.<</speech>>
Mikayla looks disappointed with herself.
<<speech "Mikayla">>OK.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Always gotta leave 'em some motivation to be even sluttier.</div>
<div class="thought">Speaking of even sluttier...</div>
<<speech "You">>Your turn, Kaylee.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>FUCK YES!<</speech>>
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You two head back to shore and join up with the rest of the group. They're already lying around on the beach, applying suntan oil and generally enjoying the beautiful day. You look around and notice that some of them are now topless, though they are lying face down on their towels.
<div class="thought">Seems like the Mikayla and Lauren incident helped them get over some shyness.</div>
Just then, Sophia pops up from her towel, giving you a nice, clear view of her gorgeous breasts. She sees you looking and smiles, then goes back to sunning herself.
<div class="thought">Definitely less shyness around here.</div>
You look around at all of your students. You were planning a discussion today about body image issues.
<div class="thought">It seems like none of them are too concerned with their body image right now.</div>
<div class="thought">I mean, Mikayla, Lauren, now Sophia have all shown off their breasts and don't seem to care that I saw them.</div>
You see Grace sitting with Alyssa and Kaylee.
<div class="thought">Alyssa and Kaylee always seem confident. And Grace doesn't seem bothered by the skimpy swimsuit they lent her.</div>
<div class="thought">Even Olivia seems at ease... and Jasmine...</div>
You look around to see where she is. You don't see her on the beach.
<div class="thought">Where did Jasmine go?</div>
You continue looking around and still you don't see her.
<<speech "You">>Has anyone seen Jasmine?<</speech>>
They all look around, but none of them seem to know where she is.
<<speech "You">>I thought she was up here on the beach with you all.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I haven't seen her in a while.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Me either.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Wait... I see her!<</speech>>
Alyssa points out to sea. You can see a tiny figure bobbing up and down.
<div class="thought">FUCK! She must have gotten caught in a rip current or something!</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Oh my God! How did she get all the way out there?!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">There's no time to lose! She's in trouble!</div>
You run back to the water and dive in. You take one moment you get your bearings on where Jasmine is and then you swim out to her. It takes several minutes to get there, and when you reach her, she's gasping for air and struggling to stay above the water.
<<speech "You">>Grab on to me!<</speech>>
She grabs you around the shoulders and you tread water, giving her a much needed break.
<<speech "Jasmine">>I... I couldn't swim to shore!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>I just kept getting farther away! And I was getting so tired!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I think you caught a rip current. We need to swim parallel to the shore to get away from it.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Do you think you have the energy now to do that?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, I think I do.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK then, follow me.<</speech>>
You both swim parallel to the shore for about 50 yards. It's enough that you're both out of the current and no longer getting pulled out to sea.
<<speech "Jasmine">>I'm... I'm really tired again.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Let's just rest here a while. Float on your back like this.<</speech>>
You lie back in the water and arch your back. You spread out your arms and float. Jasmine does the same.
<<speech "Jasmine">>Thank you.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You're welcome.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>I could have drowned.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I wasn't going to let that happen.<</speech>>
You and Jasmine float silently for a moment.
<<speech "You">>If a student died they totally would've fired me.<</speech>>
Jasmine laughs.
<<speech "Jasmine">>So that's the only reason you rescued me?!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>What?! That's not a good enough reason?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>You're an asshole!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I'm a hero!<</speech>>
She laughs again.
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, you are.<</speech>>
She swims over to you. You both tread water facing each other. She kisses you.
<<speech "Jasmine">>My hero!<</speech>>
You kiss her back. You don't care if any of the other girls see it, besides, you're pretty far away from the beach. To them, it probably just looks like two little specks near each other in the water. After resting, you both have the energy to swim back to shore, so you head in that direction. After what seems like ages, you both drag yourselves onto the beach and collapse on the sand, exhausted.
The rest of the girls run up to you and start excitedly chattering away.
<<speech "Grace">>OH MY GOODNESS! Jasmine, are you OK?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Oh Jasmine! We were so worried about you!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Holy shit, Jasmine! We thought you drowned!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>I'm so glad you're OK, Jasmine!<</speech>>
The rest of them all keep telling Jasmine how happy they are to see her again.
<<speech "You">>I'm fine too, girls. Thanks for asking.<</speech>>
They all notice you lying on the beach and start laughing and cheering. They gather around you and all help you to your feet.
<<speech "Mikayla">>You saved Jasmine, Professor!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Yeah! Way to go, Professor!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>You're a hero, Professor!<</speech>>
The are all hugging you and patting you on the back.
<<speech "Jasmine">>Hey, Professor? How did you know about that current? And how did you know how to get out of it?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>YouToob.<</speech>>
They all give you a surprised look.
<<speech "You">>What? You can learn anything on there.<</speech>>
The all giggle a little. After a few moments, All of you make your way back up the beach to where your towels are. You're still pretty tired from all that swimming and you're just glad to be out of the water.
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<<speech "Jasmine">>I think that's a good thing for everyone to keep in mind, Kaylee.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>What is?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>That sometimes it's up to us to deal with our own thoughts and feelings. And not blame others, or leave it up to them to make us feel better about something.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I don't disagree, I just... I wish that some things would change, even though I know that they probably won't.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I think that's OK. It's OK to still want things to change, and to want things to be a certain way.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, but you can't obsess over that stuff.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, some things just are what they are. And if you can't accept that, then that's your problem.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>That's pretty harsh.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Well, sorry. That's the way it is, though.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>There are some things we can't control. It's just God's will.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Well, I don't know if I believe that. But I do know that if you spend all your time thinking about stuff you can't change, you're gonna drive yourself crazy.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>But should we just not try to change things? I don't think I could live that way.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>It's not that you shouldn't try, it's that sometimes you can't make the world into what you want it to be.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>And if not being able to accept that makes you unhappy or depressed, it's really up to you to change that. No one else can make you change how you feel.<</speech>>
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You expect Kaylee to run up in front of the backdrop, but instead, she goes over by the sitting area.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Can you shoot me over here, Professor?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK. Girls, move the lights.<</speech>>
They hop to it as Kaylee starts putting her underwear back on.
<<speech "You">>Kaylee, what are you doing?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Trust me, Professor. I have a plan.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">I bet you do.</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I need to start out with some clothes on. That way it gets hotter and hotter the more naked I get!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">I agree with that logic.</div>
<<speech "You">>Well, I guess I'll defer to the professional in this instance.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Thanks, Professor! I won't let you down!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">I bet you won't.</div>
Kaylee sits in one of the chairs in the seating area. She rummages through her purse for a minute, then pulls out a ribbed, glass dildo.
<<speech "Grace">>What is that?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>What do you think it is?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>It looks like... like...<</speech>>
Grace can't bring herself to say it.
<<speech "Alyssa">>It's a dildo. DILDO, GRACE...DILDO!<</speech>>
Grace blushes.
<<speech "Mikayla">>You carry a dildo around in your purse?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah. Doesn't everyone?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>NO!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Well... what do you do when you're not at home but you want to cum?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>We wait, Kaylee.<</speech>>
Everyone looks at Kaylee like she's crazy. Kaylee looks at everyone like THEY'RE crazy.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Well... you bitches are nuts.<</speech>>
Kaylee sits down in the chair, pulls her panties to the side, spreads her pussy and starts licking the dildo.
<<speech "Kaylee">>OK, Professor. Let's do this!<</speech>>
You shrug and take the picture.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleeshoot1.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div>
Before you can even comment on the shot or say anything, Kaylee is already in her next pose. She's got her bra off and she's plunging the dildo deep into her pussy. Her face is twisted up with ecstasy and she moans.
<<speech "Kaylee">>OH FUCK! TAKE THE SHOT, PROFESSOR!<</speech>>
You take the pic and look at it.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleeshoot2.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div>
While you look at the shot, you can hear the squishing sounds of the dildo sliding in and out of Kaylee's sloppy, wet pussy. She spreads her ass and you can see her butthole puckering with every stroke. You point the camera and snap the pic.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleeshoot3.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div>
Kaylee is really going to town on herself now. The rest of the girls just watch her in stunned silence. It only takes a minute or two before Kaylee cums. She screams as she climaxes.
<<speech "Kaylee">>FUUUUCCCKKK!!<</speech>>
She drops the the dildo to the floor and pulls her panties off.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Quick, Professor! Get a shot of my pussy!<</speech>>
Kaylee's pussy is gaping from her orgasm. She spreads herself even wider, and you go in for the shot.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleeshoot4.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div>
<<speech "You">>Looks good, Kaylee.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Get a close up!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Well, if you insist.</div>
You move in closer.
<<speech "Kaylee">>No, closer!<</speech>>
You move in closer.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Closer, Professor!<</speech>>
You move in so close that the wet heat from Kaylee's pussy fogs up the camera lens a little. You wait for it to clear then take the pic.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleeshoot5.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div>
Kaylee gets up from the chair and picks up the dildo. She casually sucks it clean then throws it back in her purse.
The whole class is stunned... even Alyssa. Kaylee notices them all staring at her.
<<speech "Kaylee">>What?<</speech>>
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You sit on your towel and lean up against a rock. Jasmine plops down next to you. You're both exhausted. She leans into you, resting her head on your shoulder. It might seem a bit inappropriate to some of the other girls, but you're too tired to care. The rest of the girls gather around you.
<<speech "Olivia">>Here, you two. Have something to drink.<</speech>>
She holds out two water bottles, and you and Jasmine take them. You drink and drink. All that exercise has made you both thirsty.
<<speech "Grace">>That was so scary!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Jasmine almost died!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Oh stop overreacting. She would have been fine.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>It was getting pretty hard to keep swimming out there. I don't know if I could have made it back on my own.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>See?! She almost died!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, and now she owes Professor $you.fakelastName big time!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I wonder what she's going to do to repay him?<</speech>>
Kaylee looks at you and Jasmine with a big smile.
<<speech "Kaylee">>I said "I wonder what she's going to do-"<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>We heard you, Kaylee.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, Kaylee. We heard you.<</speech>>
There's a silence as Kaylee tries to think of what to say next.
<<speech "Kaylee">>I was talking about fucking.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, Kaylee. Got it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Like... now you have to fuck Professor $you.fakelastName to thank him.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Get it?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>They get it, Kaylee.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>They're gonna...<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK, stop with the innuendos. Very funny. Ha Ha.<</speech>>
You look over at Jasmine. She smiles at you. The class notices.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Oh you two are totally gonna fuck.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Highly inappropriate, Alyssa.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Agreed. Doesn't mean you're not gonna do it.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">A whole new way she's trying to get me fired.</div>
<<speech "You">>Grow up, Alyssa.<</speech>>
Alyssa just smiles.
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<<speech "You">>OK, I think we have strayed off topic a little, so let's try to get back to it.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Does anyone have anything else to discuss about body image issues?<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>I do.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>OK, Lauren. The floor is yours.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>But... we're outside.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>We're sitting on the grass.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>It was a figure of speech, Grace.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Oh. OK.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Sorry, Lauren.<</speech>>
Lauren smiles at Grace.
<<speech "Lauren">>Well... I guess I want to talk about how stuff changes... when it comes to people's bodies.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Did... did your parents not ever have that talk with you, Lauren?<</speech>>
Lauren is momentarily confused, but she realizes what Kaylee is asking.
<<speech "Lauren">>Oh, no that's not what I meant. I mean, what people... or society, I guess... what society thinks is beautiful or handsome, or whatever... that's always changing.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>So how are we all supposed to keep up with it?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, she's right! Like back in the day, big bushes were in, then later it was all about shaved pussy. But now it's back to pubes again. It is hard to keep up sometimes.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Kaylee West: resident porno historian.</div>
<<speech "Lauren">>I guess. I wasn't really talking about pubic hair, though.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Oh... sorry.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, forgive her. She's always thinking about...<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>...Pussies?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>You wish.<</speech>>
Olivia smiles.
<<speech "Alyssa">>No, I meant sex and porn.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>You got me there.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>OK, but I was talking about... like, other things.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Like sometimes skinny is in, but sometimes curvy is in. Stuff like that.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I think that's valid. The societal ideal of beauty is always changing.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Right! So how are we all supposed to keep up with that?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>You can't. I mean... we can't. And we'll drive ourselves crazy if we try. That's what I've been saying!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>So what do we do then?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>We just have to accept who we are.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah. Otherwise you end up getting all kinds of plastic surgery and looking all weird with fake tits and lips and noses and what not.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>You're one to talk.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I've NEVER had plastic surgery! And I never will! I will never get big fake tits!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>We'll see.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, Mikayla. You never know.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Well... I don't think I ever would.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>But if you did... so what?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>What do you mean?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>I mean... who cares? If that's what you want to do, and you have the money to do it, then shouldn't you be able to do it without people shaming you?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>It's the same as people shaming you for being overweight... or underweight.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Or shaming you for any number of other things.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>She's right. If you want to go out and get fake tits, Mikayla... I think you should.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I'm not going to do that, Jasmine. We don't even need to talk about it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Well... if you ever decide to, I think that people should accept it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, me too. Do what you want as long as you're not hurting others, that's what I think.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Didn't you almost kill some girl?<</speech>>
Sophia gives Alyssa an angry look.
<<speech "Sophia">>I have anger issues. I'm working on them.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Fair enough.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>But I actually agree. If Mikayla wants fake tits, she should get them. I bet she'd get like really good, expensive ones too!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I'M NOT GETTING FAKE TITS!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Sure...<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>>
Mikayla frowns.
<<speech "You">>OK, OK. Let's leave Mikayla alone.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>We're getting to the end of class. Is there anything else anyone wants to say?<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-class14">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<if $lesson5==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg studio>>
<<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>>
<</nobr>>
Your students seem positively euphoric after the little photoshoot. They're all talking and laughing with each other. They seem to not even remember that they're all naked and locked in a room together.
<div class="thought">It's certainly not how I expected this to go.</div>
<div class="thought">All that about "building their confidence" was just a load of shit I was shoveling.</div>
<div class="thought">The real purpose was to get naked pics of them that I could maybe leverage at some point in the future.</div>
<div class="thought">But it seems like I boosted their confidence anyway. Imagine that.</div>
<<speech "You">>OK, girls! Gather round!<</speech>>
They all come over and circle around you, waiting to hear what you have to say.
<<speech "You">>So I will make sure that you all get these photos for yourselves, so you have something to look at in the future.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Why don't you just share them on the cloud?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Because I don't want to run the risk that someone could hack you and then they'd have access to these. I'm trying to protect you all.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">And the less evidence of this little photoshoot, the better.</div>
<<speech "You">>So how is everyone feeling?<</speech>>
They all start giggling and happily talking over each other about how good they feel right now.
<<speech "You">>One at a time! One at a time!<</speech>>
They settle down.
<<speech "Jasmine">>I feel... I don't know. It's like it was such a rush! It feels so good!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>I know, right?! I feel almost lightheaded!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I feel like I just came!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You did, remember?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Oh yeah!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I'm sure it's not the first time she's done it today.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Nope. Third.<</speech>>
The class giggles.
<<speech "You">>Alright, so is anyone still feeling self conscious about their body?<</speech>>
Everyone looks around at each other. No one answers.
<<speech "You">>Well then, that's good. I think we did a good job here today.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>We all went through something embarrasing, but we did it together.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Well, you didn't do anything embarrassing, Professor.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>That's because I'm the Professor, Kaylee. I'm not the one who needs help with these issues.<</speech>>
Kaylee nods. She seems to accept your answer. Alyssa looks suspicious of you.
<<speech "Alyssa">>I think you should have to get naked too. It's only fair.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Life isn't fair, Alyssa. Sorry.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I know you have a little crush on me and you really want to see me naked, but...<</speech>>
You smile at Alyssa. She blushes.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Shut up, Professor! You're such a dork!<</speech>>
Everyone laughs.
<<speech "You">>Listen, in all seriousness, I'm glad that you all trusted me here. And you were all very respectful. That respect goes a long way with me.<</speech>>
They all look happy with your praise.
<div class="thought">Break 'em down then build 'em back up.</div>
<div class="thought">They'll likely go along with anything I ask them to do now.</div>
<div class="thought">How am I so good at this?!</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Hey listen everyone! My friend Casey is having a birthday party tonight and I want you all to come!<</speech>>
The girls all get excited, except Grace and Lauren who look a little nervous.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah! Come!<</speech>>
Kaylee notices Grace and Lauren's aprehensiveness.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Hey don't worry you two. I'll look out for you!<</speech>>
They seem a bit reassured by that, but not completely. Alyssa notices as well.
<<speech "Alyssa">>And Professor $you.fakelastName is going to be our chaperone!<</speech>>
This seals it for them. They smile along with the other girls.
<<speech "Lauren">>OK. I'll go.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Me too!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Wait, Kaylee... how is your friend able to get away with having parties?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Because she's Casey Harrington.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">I'm sorry, what?</div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Her family founded the school. She can pretty much do whatever she wants.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, she even got Professor $you.fakelastName to chaperone her party.<</speech>>
The girls all look at you.
<<speech "Olivia">>You're really going to be at the party?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Someone needs to make sure none of you go too crazy.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>And I think Casey want's to fuck with him a little too.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Alright, Alyssa, that's enough.<</speech>>
She smiles her demon smile at you.
<<speech "You">>OK, people, we're done here.<</speech>>
They all smile. Some of them even thank you. They get their clothes back on and you all head out of the studio together. You go your seperate ways, you off to get some lunch, they off to who knows what.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-lunch">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson5==2>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>
After you've all recovered from your excitement, everyone seems to be getting pretty hungry. You're about to suggest that you break out your lunches when Alyssa gets everyone's attention.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Hey listen up! HEY! LISTEN UP!<</speech>>
Everyone stops what they're doing and looks at her.
<<speech "Alyssa">>So... My friend Casey is having a party.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>It's a birthday party.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>And I want you all to come.<</speech>>
The class doesn't know what to make of this. Alyssa is one of the popular girls, and she's inviting them to this party.
<div class="thought">This probably would've been unheard-of just a few days ago.</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah! You bitches gotta come!<</speech>>
They all look at each other, trying to see if anyone will accept the invitation.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Well don't everyone say yes all at once!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I'm trying to be nice to you all here!<</speech>>
Grace raises her hand.
<div class="thought">We're on a beach and Grace still raises her hand.</div>
Alyssa rolls her eyes and smiles.
<<speech "Alyssa">>What is it, Grace?<</speech>>
Grace smiles.
<<speech "Grace">>Are you... are you sure it's OK if we go to your friend's party?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Of course! I wouldn't have invited you if it wasn't, Grace!<</speech>>
Grace smiles again.
<<speech "Grace">>OK!<</speech>>
Alyssa is about to say something else when Grace raises her hand again.
<<speech "Alyssa">>What, Grace?<</speech>>
Grace looks a little nervous.
<<speech "Grace">>Will... will people there... make fun of me?<</speech>>
Alyssa looks a little sad.
<div class="thought">She still feels guilty about bullying Grace in the past.</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>If they do, I'll fuck them up, Grace!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Oh my goodness!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah, don't worry Grace. You're with us now. No one's gonna make fun of you.<</speech>>
Grace smiles wide. She looks so happy she might cry. She runs over to Alyssa and hugs her so hard that the two tumble to the ground. Grace is lying on top of Alyssa and they're both smiling and giggling.
<<speech "Grace">>Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!<</speech>>
Alyssa is laughing.
<<speech "Alyssa">>OK! OK! Get off me, bitch!<</speech>>
In a moment of sheer joy, Grace kisses Alyssa on the lips. The whole class "oooohs" at them.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Shut up you nosy bitches!<</speech>>
They all break out laughing.
<<speech "Kaylee">>If you two wanna go somewhere and fuck, just let us know!<</speech>>
Grace and Alyssa giggle nervously.
<div class="thought">I think they might actually want to go somewhere and fuck right now.</div>
The class settles down, and you start to break out the lunches you brought with. Everyone circles up and you all start to eat.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-lunch">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson5==3>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah. I want to say that it's super lame that you made us have class today, Professor.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Your opinion is noted, Alyssa.<</speech>>
The class laughs.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, it's not everyday that your classroom gets overrun by thousands of rats. Don't you think that earns us a day off?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">No. But... they did have a good discussion.</div>
<div class="thought">Maybe they deserve a little reward.</div>
<<speech "You">>There are no days off, Kaylee. But you all had a very good discussion, so I think you should be rewarded.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>I'm going to treat you all to lunch. How does that sound?<</speech>>
Some of them look excited, but Alyssa doesn't.
<<speech "Alyssa">>At the shitty cafeteria? Hard pass.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">The cafeteria is pretty shitty.</div>
<<if $katie.intro==4 or $gloria.second==4>><<speech "You">>OK then, how about we go somewhere other than the cafeteria.<</speech>>
They all look at you in anticipation.
<<speech "You">>I know a place.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Ahmed... I hope you're ready to make nine lunches.</div>
They all seem to like the idea.<<else>><<speech "Sophia">>I know somewhere else we could go.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Is it a secret magical beach? I think Grace already told us about that.<</speech>>
Sophia and Grace giggle.
<<speech "Sophia">>No. There's a really good food truck just off campus. We could go there.<</speech>><</if>>
<<speech "You">>Well, let's go then!<</speech>>
You all get up and head out for lunch.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-lunch">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<if $lesson5==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/wednesday4/lunch.jpg" alt="eating lunch" class="left">
<</nobr>>You take your lunch under your favorite tree on the campus green. As you eat, you take the SD card you swiped from the camera and put it in your phone. You have all the photos of all the girls now. They may have seemed confident, even happy about what just transpired, but if it ever comes down to it, you know you have some leverage over them now.
As long as they think no one else will ever see these photos, they're OK with their existence. It's only the thought of the photos going public that really bothers them. They seem to believe that you will never let that happen. And who knows... maybe you'll never have a reason to. But then again, maybe you will.
Either way, you have some naked pictures of your students now for your own personal collection, and that's something, at least. After you've transferred the photos, you drop the SD card in what's left of your coffee, effectively destroying it. You don't want anyone else to have control over these photos, and by extension, contol over your students.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-lunchend">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson5==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg beach>>
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<</nobr>>
You all start eating your lunches and chatting with each other. Kaylee looks at you.
<<speech "Kaylee">>So, Professor... are you excited about Casey's birthday party?<</speech>>
The class looks a little surprised, except for Alyssa.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Wait, Professor $you.fakelastName is going to the party too?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah. Casey said he's going to be our, "chaperone," whatever that means.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>It means he's gonna be keeping an eye on us and making sure we don't get into too much trouble, right Professor?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Well, they were bound to find out at some point.</div>
<<speech "You">>That's right.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Is that why she's allowed to have a party? Casey, I mean.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, I figured parties on campus would be against the rules here.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>The party is at her house, and she doesn't live on campus.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>What do you mean?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah, isn't she a student?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Technically she is, I guess.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>She might as well not be, though. She's never in class.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>But... why doesn't she get expelled then?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>She has... special privliges.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Wait, so she lives off campus, and she can have parties, and she never goes to class? How does she get away with it?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Yeah, who is this Casey girl anyway?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>She's one of our friends.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Oh, so she's one of those catty bitches who calls me femi-dyke all the time?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Not all the time... but yes. That's her.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Is... is she going to be OK with me being at her party?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah Grace, I told you. You're with us, so she'll be OK with it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>What about me?<</speech>>
Alyssa thinks for a moment.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Look, it'll be fine. As long as you don't start talking about The Patriarchy. Can you just lay off it for like ONE NIGHT?<</speech>>
Olivia looks conflicted.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Come on, Olivia. Can't you just have one night of fun?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>OK, fine. But I still want you all to know how important I think the cause is!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Noted, OK?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>OK.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>But I still don't get how she can get away with all this stuff?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Because her name is Casey Harrington.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Wait... what?</div>
The whole class is thinking about the implications of what they just heard.
<<speech "You">>Harrington?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yup. Harrington.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Like... Harrington Institute?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Like... Town of Harrington?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>That's right.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Well, that explains a lot.</div>
<<speech "Grace">>So... she owns the school?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Sort of. Her family founded the school and the town. They basically still run the whole thing... at least I think they do.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>So is that why she's allowed to have parties?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I think so. I don't really know, she never told us. But she never gets in trouble so yeah, I assume that's why.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>But... it's a reform school. Why would she get sent to a reform school that her family founded?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I don't know. She doesn't really talk about it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>We're just glad that we have a place we can party now and then.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Are you sure we should be talking about this in front of Professor $you.fakelastName?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Sure, why not? He's the chaperone!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Great. I'm the chaperone for a semi-legal party for a member of the Harrington family.</div>
<div class="thought">Yet another way I'm going to get fired.</div>
<<speech "You">>Honestly, if Casey is who you say she is, I think this is all way above my paygrade.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>See? It's fine. Besides... we all know that chaperone thing is just Casey's bullshit excuse to get Professor $you.fakelastName to her party so we can all fuck with him!<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Oh my goodness!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>That's rude!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Oh it is not! Professors need to blow off some steam too every now and then.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, and it's not like we're gonna get him fired or anything!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Gee, thanks Kaylee.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>No problem, Teach!<</speech>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-lunchend">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson5==3>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>>
<</nobr>>
<<if $katie.intro==4 or $gloria.second==4>>You lead the girls over to Ahmed's food truck at the edge of campus. As you approach, he looks up with a wide-eyed smile. He seems happy to see you travelling with a pack of eight beautiful young women.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/ahmed.jpg" alt="ahmed"></div>
<<speech "Ahmed">>Hello $you.fakefirstName! So happy you come to see Ahmed today!<</speech>>
He gives you a big hug and a kiss on each cheek. The girls giggle.
<<speech "Ahmed">>And these friends you have brought! Such lovely, beautiful friends you have!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Hello, Ahmed. Good to see you again. These are my students.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Everyone, this is Ahmed.<</speech>>
They all say hello. Ahmed laughs his big belly laugh and greets them all. He spies Sophia.
<<speech "Ahmed">>Sophia! Hello again!<</speech>>
He gives her a hug and kiss on both cheeks.
<<speech "You">>You two know each other?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Sure! Ahmed is the best cook on the island!<</speech>>
<<speech "Ahmed">>And Sophia is my most beautiful customer. But don't tell anyone else!<</speech>>
Sophia and Ahmed laugh.
<div class="thought">Seem's like Ahmed is quite popular with the ladies, that charming old dog!</div>
<<else>>Sophia leads you to a little blue food truck by the edge of campus. There's a pot-bellied man in a dirty hawaiian shirt tending to it.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/ahmed.jpg" alt="ahmed"></div>
As you approach, she greets him.
<<speech "Sophia">>Hello Ahmed!<</speech>>
<<speech "Ahmed">>Beautiful Sophia! I am so happy you come back!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>I couldn't resist your charms, Ahmed!<</speech>>
He gives her a hug and a kiss on both cheeks.
<<speech "Sophia">>This is my class, and this is Professor $you.fakelastName.<</speech>>
Ahmed reaches out and shakes your hand firmly.
<<speech "Ahmed">>How do you focus on teaching with all these beautiful women around?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">A thought I've had many a time, Ahmed.</div>
<<speech "You">>I guess I'm used to it by now, Ahmed.<</speech>>
He laughs a mighty, belly laugh and slaps you on the back.<</if>> He looks around at the group.
<<speech "Ahmed">>So, what will I make you today?<</speech>>
They all gather around at the menu on the side of the truck and put their orders in.
<<speech "Ahmed">>And what will I make for you, Professor?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Surprise me, Ahmed<</speech>>
<<speech "Ahmed">>Surprise? I'm not sure what you mean.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Just make me what you would make for yourself.<</speech>>
<<speech "Ahmed">>Ahh Yes! I will do this!<</speech>>
<<speech "Ahmed">>It will be ready soon! Please, sit!<</speech>>
He gestures to the seats and tables near the truck.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/chairs.jpg" alt="tables and chairs"></div>
You all sit down and wait for your food to be prepared.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Hey everyone!<</speech>>
Everyone looks up at Kaylee.
<<speech "Kaylee">>My friend Casey is having a birthday party tonight and you're all invited!<</speech>>
Some of them look excited, Grace, Olivia, Mikayla and Lauren look a little nervous.
<<speech "Mikayla">>But... are you sure you can just invite us to someone else's party? I mean, I don't even know that girl.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>I'm the party coordinator! I get to invite whoever I want. And I want to invite you guys!<</speech>>
More of them seem to be coming around, but Grace still seems uncomfortable.
<<speech "Grace">>Thank you, but I don't think I want to go.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Why not, Grace?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Because that girl Casey makes fun of me.<</speech>>
Alyssa looks guilty.
<div class="thought">Casey probably made fun of Grace just because Alyssa was doing it.</div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Well, she won't anymore.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>You promise?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I promise.<</speech>>
Grace smiles.
<<speech "Grace">>OK! I'll go then!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Which one is Casey again?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>She's the one with the braces... and the car.<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Oh yeah, I know her.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Wait, how come she has a car? I thought we weren't allowed to have those?<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>And how is she allowed to have a party?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Because she's a Harrington.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You mean... like a Harrington... like Harrington Institute?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Yeah. Her family founded the school... and the town I think.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">So that's how she gets away with it all.</div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, she can pretty much do what she wants.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>But won't we all get in trouble if we go to a party?<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>No, cause Professor $you.fakelastName is gonna be there.<</speech>>
They all look surprised except Kaylee.
<<speech "Grace">>You're going to the party?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Just think of me as a chaperone. I'm just going to make sure that everyone is safe.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Probably.</div>
They all seem to be happy that you'll be at the party too. As they are chattering and laughing, Ahmed calls over to you all.
<<speech "Ahmed">>Your lunch is ready!<</speech>>
You all get up and head to the food truck window. You pick up your lunches.<<if $katie.intro==4 or $gloria.second==4>>The girls all sit down to eat but Ahmed pulls you aside.
<<speech "Ahmed">>How do you do it, $you.fakefirstName?! So many beautiful young women! You must have cock like stallion!<</speech>>
You stifle a laugh.
<<speech "You">>I just teach who they tell me to, Ahmed.<</speech>>
He laughs out loud.
<<speech "Ahmed">>Then you are very lucky!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Maybe I am, Ahmed.<</speech>>
He smiles and slaps you on the back. You head over and join your students for lunch.<<else>><</if>> You all dig in and eat your lunches while chatting. The girls seem to really enjoy not having to eat cafeteria food again. You enjoy it too.
After you've finished your lunches, you all remain at the tables, just passing the afternoon in each other's company. It really seems like the group is coming together. It will be interesting to see what they are like at the party tonight. Interesting indeed.
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-lunchend">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<if $lesson5==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<</nobr>>You finish lunch and, since you're in no rush, you enjoy people watching on the green for a little while. With all the little hotties around here, people watching has quickly become one of your favorite activities.
After a while, the day is drawing to a close. You think maybe you should go check on the rats situation in the Psychology Building, but you decide that you'd probably just be in the way. You head over to the bus stop and board the bus. Before it leaves, Casey gets on and sits next to you.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/casey/caseywednesday413.jpg" alt="casey"></div>
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-dayend">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson5==2>><<nobr>>
<<bg beach>>
<<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>>
<</nobr>>
You finish up your lunches in the afternoon. It's about time for you to all be heading back to campus.
<div class="thought">So Casey Harrington, huh? That's an interesting new wrinkle.</div>
<div class="thought">I'm still not sure how she ended up being a student at her family's own reform school.</div>
<div class="thought">Maybe I can find out tonight at the party.</div>
<<speech "You">>OK, girls. I think we need to get going back to campus.<</speech>>
They all moan and whine and beg for you to let them stay just a bit longer.
<<speech "You">>No, no, we can't. It's time to go back.<</speech>>
They pout a little, but they all seem to accept it. They start gathering up their belongings.
<<speech "Grace">>Professor?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Yes, Grace?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Do you think you can take a picture of all of us? So we have something to remember from our field trip?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Of course I can.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Why don't you gather everyone.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>OK!<</speech>>
She hands you her phone, goes over to the other girls and gathers them together. They all stand in front of the ocean and pose. You snap the picture.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/friday6/classfieldtrip.jpg" alt="a group photo of your students at the beach"></div>
They all gather around you to look at the photo. They all smile and giggle. It seems like they approve. You give the phone back to Grace.
<<speech "Grace">>I'll send it to all of you.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Just put it up on InstantGrum and tag us.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>NO! I can't do that!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Why not?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Because someone will find out about the beach then!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Oh yeah, I forgot.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Please, please, Alyssa! Please don't tell anyone about my beach. It's... it's the only place I've got.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Don't worry, Grace. We won't tell anyone.<</speech>>
Grace smiles at Alyssa.
<<speech "Grace">>Thank you. And...<</speech>>
Grace hesitates.
<<speech "Alyssa">>What is it?<</speech>>
Grace blushes.
<<speech "Grace">>Nothing. Thank you, that's all.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>OK, you're welcome, I guess.<</speech>>
Grace smiles.
<div class="thought">I think Grace might have a little crush on Alyssa now.</div>
<div class="thought">I never would have expected that at the beginning of the week.</div>
You all head back up the trail and through the woods. After waiting for nearly half an hour by the road, you see the bus in the distance. Grace puts her hand up and waves it down as it approaches. It stops and you all board.
<<speech "Grace">>Thank you all for coming to the beach with me.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>And thank you, Professor, for letting us.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yes, thank you, Professor!<</speech>>
They all smile and say thank you. They seem to have really enjoyed themselves. You pass the rest of the bus ride in silence, just sitting back and listening to the laughs of your students. They seem very happy to be together. They're all really getting along well now.
The bus pulls into campus and they all get off. You tell the bus driver to wait a minute. There's a moment of strange, awkward silence as you all stand there.
<<speech "You">>Good work today, class.<</speech>>
They all giggle.
<<speech "You">>I'll see you all soon.<</speech>>
They all say their goodbyes and go their separate ways. You board the bus again and wait for it to depart. Just before it does, Casey climbs on board and notices you sitting there. She smiles and comes to sit next to you.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/casey/caseywednesday413.jpg" alt="casey"></div>
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-dayend">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson5==3>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<<if $lesson2==1>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/wednesday4/classfacesafter1.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/classfacesafter.jpg" alt="a collage of your students' faces"></div><<else>><</if>>
<</nobr>>
You all clean up after yourselves and say goodbye to Ahmed. He laughs and waves and tells you all to come back soon. What a guy, that Ahmed! You slowly meander back towards the center of campus. As you near the dorms, the group disbands. The girls head to their dorm and you walk over to the bus stop. You board the bus, and before it leaves, Casey gets on. She sits next to you.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/casey/caseywednesday413.jpg" alt="casey"></div>
<<link "CONTINUE" "friday 6-dayend">><</link>>
<<else>><</if>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/casey/caseywednesday413.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">
<img src="images/casey/caseywednesday411.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">
<img src="images/casey/caseywednesday414.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><</nobr>><<you "Hi, Casey. You look like you're feeling better.">> you say. She smiles at you again.
<<casey "Yeah. Thanks. It was a rough morning.">> she says.
<<you "Well, I'm glad it's not still bothering you, whatever it was.">> you say. She looks away. <<you "I mean... unless it is still bothering you. Is it?">> you ask. She looks hesitant to talk about it. <<you "Look, there's no one on the bus but us. If you want to talk to me about whatever is going on, no one else will know.">> you say.
<<casey "I... I guess.">> she says. She takes a deep breath. <<casey "It's just...">> she's having trouble saying it. You just listen and let her work it out. <<casey "So, I never told you this, but... my parents... they kinda run shit around here.">> she says. She looks to you for a reaction. You remain calm.
<<you "Oh?">> you say. She looks at you suspiciously.
<<casey "Did those bitches tell you?!">> she asks. She gives you an exasperated look. You try to remain calm.
<<you "Who? Tell me what?">> you ask. She frowns.
<<casey "Alyssa and Kaylee! You don't have to cover for them, I know they told you.">> she says.
<<you "OK, yeah. They told me that you're Casey Harrington. I hope you're not mad at them, I don't think they had bad intentions.">> you say.
She smiles.
<<casey "Yeah, I know. I just... I wanted to be the one to tell you.">> she says.
<<you "So I'm guessing this is why you get special privliges at school?">> you ask.
<<casey "Yeah. I can pretty much do whatever I want here, within reason.">> She says. You wonder to yourself what "within reason" means.
<<you "So, you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but...">> she cuts you off.
<<casey "...But why did I end up at my own family's reform school?">>
<img src="images/casey/caseywednesday413.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><<you "Yeah. Why?">>
She laughs. <<casey "Cause I'm a fuck up! That's why.">> she says. The way she just said it... you feel a little bad for her.
<<you "What do you mean?">> you ask.
<<casey "Well, I fucked up a lot... and my parents didn't want to deal with me anymore, so they just sent me here.">> she says. <<casey "Their exact words were, 'get your act together or you're cut off.'">>
<<you "Wow. That's pretty heavy.">> you say. There's probably a lot more to the story, but you don't want to push.
<img src="images/casey/caseywednesday414.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><<casey "Yeah. So they got me that house and they gave me a car and then they just fucking forgot about me. Cool, huh?">> she says with a smile. She's trying to play this all off as no big deal, but you can tell she's hurting.
<<you "What makes you think they forgot about you?">> you ask. She looks a little sad.
<<casey "Well, this morning, I had a voicemail from them. And I figured that maybe they were calling to wish me a happy birthday.">> she says. She looks away, clearly getting more upset.
<<you "I take it that wasn't why they called?">> Casey gets choked up. She's trying not to cry.
<<casey "It was my mom reminding me that I need to find a mechanic and get new brake pads on the car. That's it. Then she hung up. She didn't even ask how I was doing.">> she says. She wipes a tear from her eye.
<<you "That's pretty shitty.">> you say. She lets out an anxious laugh.
<<casey "Well, that's how it goes when you're a Harrington! You're either perfect, or you're a fuck up. But either way, no one ever asks how you're feeling.">> she says. With this thought expressed, she starts to cry even more. After a moment, though, she composes herself. <<casey "But I guess I'm used to it by now. Fuck it! It's my birthday! And we're gonna PARTY!">> she says with a forced smile.
She leans in and starts making out with you. You're shocked by her aggressiveness, though you probably shouldn't be at this point. After a few moments, you pull away. <<you "Casey, you need to stop!">> you say. She looks around at the empty bus.
<<casey "Why? No one's going to find out!">> she says. Good point, you think. The two of you make out in the back of the bus for a little while before it drops you off at your stop. You stand at the bus stop looking at each other. <<casey "Thanks. You always know how to make me feel better.">> she says. She grabs you and kisses you. It's not like it was on the bus. You're right out in the open here, kissing a Harrington student... actually, kissing a HARRINGTON.
She pulls away and giggles, then heads over to her house. Halfway across the street she turns and calls back to you, <<casey "See you tonight, Sex Teacher!">> she says.
What have I gotten myself into?
<<link "CONTINUE" "chapter 1.9 end">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/sunday1/coffee.jpg" alt="coffee" class="left">
<img src="images/friday6/party1.jpg" alt="girls partying" class="left">
<</nobr>>
As night falls, you pour a cup of coffee, you'll need the energy boost, and you begin to really think about your situation here. It seemed like fun and games when you thought about being the "chaperone" for Casey's little party. You'd go and watch your students get drunk. They'd have some fun and blow off some steam, and maybe you'd get a chance to fool around with Casey a bit. With the state of your relationship with $ai.name, you figured that there was no way you could really get in trouble for attending this party, as long as no one died... or got pregnant or something...
But now, now that you know that Casey's family is basically royalty here, that they basically own the school where you work and the island where you now live, you're having second thoughts.
<<you "What the hell am I doing?">> you mutter to yourself. You're looking out the window at Casey's house across the street. Some girls have already started to show up and you can see that things are starting up over there. It's only a matter of time before you're in that house, surrounded by your inebriated students and their inebriated friends.
<<you "This could be a problem">> you mutter.
<<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-1">><<set $caseycasting=1>><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg party>>
<img src="images/sunday1/bus.jpg" alt="bus" class="left">
<img src="images/friday6/party.gif" alt="party" class="left">
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left">
<</nobr>>You take a few more minutes looking out the window, and thinking you may have made a big mistake. Then, you see the shuttle bus arrive at the bus stop. A large group of loud students disembarks the bus and you can see that all of your students, even Grace and Lauren, are with them. They all whoop, holler, and laugh as they make there way across the street and into Casey's house.
<<you "Well, I guess it's time.">> you mutter. You grab your keys and head out of your apartment. You make your way across the street. As you get about halfway there, you can hear loud dance music pumping from inside the house. It makes you almost sure that the cops are going to come break this party up.
But maybe not. After all, Casey has some pull on the island. The way Kaylee and Alyssa described it, she seems to be able to get away with just about anything. And hopefully the few police on the island will still be busy dealing with the rats on campus.
You approach the door and are about to knock when it flies open in front of you and none other than Kaylee grabs you by the shirt and pulls you inside. She slams the door behind you and screams over the loud music, <<kaylee "Hey Teach! It's about time you got here!">> She takes your hand and sucks on your finger, seductively. "So it begins," you think to yourself. Kaylee seems to sense your thoughts and giggles.
<<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg party>>
<</nobr>>
You and Kaylee head further into the depths of the party. There are a lot of girls here you don't recognize, though they all seem to know who you are, judging by their reactions to your presence. It seems your sex teacher infamy has preceded you.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/friday6/party3.jpg" alt="girls at a party"><img src="images/friday6/party2.jpg" alt="girls at a party"></div>
The girls smile at you as they dance, laugh, drink and generally revel. You're a celebrity at this little party, and as much as you know that might become a serious problem for you, you can't help but enjoy your status. That said, you should probably try to keep a low profile here...right?
RIGHT?
Kaylee leads you into the kitchen where you see none other than Alyssa and the birthday girl herself, Casey.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssaparty1.jpg" alt="alyssa"><img src="images/casey/caseyparty1.jpg" alt="casey"></div>
The two of them are setting up tequila shots, and you catch them just as they start licking salt off each other.
<div class="thought">So that's how this is gonna go.</div>
The girls take their shots and suddenly, Casey notices you. She squeals out loud above the music and general din of the party.
<<speech "Casey">>SEX TEACHER!<</speech>>
She runs up to you and throws her arms around you. Before you can stop her, she's making out with you in front of the whole party.
<div class="thought">So much for low profile.</div>
The girls all watch and cheer Casey on. She eventually separates herself from you.
<<speech "Casey">>I'm so happy you're here!<</speech>>
You look around at the scene.
<<speech "You">>Well, you needed a chaperone, right?<</speech>>
She laughs.
<<speech "Casey">>Of course! Otherwise who knows how naughty we'd get.<</speech>>
As she says it, she fondles your crotch a little. The other girls all Woo, loudly.
<div class="thought">I'm surrounded by horny "Woo" girls.</div>
<div class="thought">How do I feel about that?</div>
<<link "Nervous. These girls are gonna get me fired!" "party 6-3">><<set $party1=1>><</link>>
<<link "Horny. These bitches are fucking hot!" "party 6-3">><<set $party1=2>><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg party>>
<</nobr>>
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/friday6/party3.jpg" alt="girls at a party"><img src="images/friday6/party2.jpg" alt="girls at a party"></div>
<<if $party1==1>>You're really uncomfortable with the way this party is going, and it's only just begun. You'll be lucky to make it through tonight without losing your job.
<<speech "You">>Woah, Casey. Inappropriate!<</speech>>
All the girls, especially Casey, laugh at your nervous reaction. You were serious about it being inappropriate, but they seem to think it's all a big joke.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/casey/caseyparty1.jpg" alt="casey"></div>
<<speech "Casey">>Oh you're no fun! What kind of Sex Teacher are you?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>The kind that wants to still have a job on Monday!<</speech>>
The girls all laugh.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssaparty1.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Do you really think that we'd tattle on you, Professor? Get you fired?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Yes.</div>
<<speech "You">>You saying you wouldn't?<</speech>>
Alyssa smiles slyly at you.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Where would be the fun in that?<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, Teach! If you get fired... who are we gonna fuck around with?<</speech>>
Kaylee smiles at you.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div>
<div class="thought">Fuck around with? Did she mean, "fuck with?" Like "I'm just fucking with you," or, "fuck..."</div>
Alyssa, Kaylee, Casey and some of the other girls seem to really enjoy watching you squirm. They giggle.
<<speech "You">>You're demons. All of you.<</speech>>
They all laugh at that.
<<speech "Casey">>You ain't seen nothing yet!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Fuck.</div>
<<elseif $party1==2>>At this point, you don't really give a fuck about consequences. You're surrounded by a sea of hot, horny, 18 and 19 year old girls. They all seem to want you to live up to your title of Sex Teacher.
<div class="thought">If I'm gonna get fired... better have some fun first!</div>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/casey/caseyparty1.jpg" alt="casey"></div>
You look right at Casey while she rubs your crotch in front of everyone.
<<speech "You">>Don't start something you're not ready to finish, little girl.<</speech>>
Casey looks a little shocked by your forwardness. She removes her hand from your crotch. You can see she's getting flushed.
<div class="thought">Horny little thing! She wasn't expecting that.</div>
The girls around you all "oooh" at your seeming challenge to the birthday girl.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssaparty1.jpg" alt="alyssa"></div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>What's gotten into you, Professor?<</speech>>
You look right at her with an expression that says, "You really want to find out?" She blushes too. None of the girls know how to react to your confidence in the face of their blatant flirting. Eventually, Kaylee speaks up.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Goddamn! Sexy chaperone is a good look for you, Teach!<</speech>>
This seems to disarm the situation and you all laugh. Alyssa and Casey still look a little shook, but they laugh along with the rest.
<<else>>
<</if>>
Just then, Sophia and Jasmine stumble into the kitchen together, laughing. They notice you.
<<if $lesson4==1 and $party1==1>>
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Professor $you.fakelastName!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Professor $you.fakelastName!<</speech>>
They both run up to you and hug you, rubbing their fit bodies up and down against yours. After what happened in your office yesterday, you're not surprised. Still...
<div class="thought">Did they really have to do this in front of everyone?!</div>
You extricate yourself from their clutches.
<<speech "You">>You two are awfully friendly tonight.<</speech>>
You give them both a look that says, "NOT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!" They don't seem to get it.
<<speech "Jasmine">>We're always friendly!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Yeah, Professor. You know how friendly we are! Remember?<</speech>>
Alyssa looks at you suspiciously.
<<speech "Alyssa">>What does that mean?<</speech>>
Sophia and Jasmine giggle.
<<speech "You">>Nothing, Alyssa.<</speech>>
She doesn't look convinced, but seems to let it go.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>>
<<elseif $lesson4==1 and $party1==2>>
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Professor $you.fakelastName!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Professor $you.fakelastName!<</speech>>
They both run up to you and hug you, rubbing their fit bodies up and down against yours. After what happened in your office yesterday, you're not surprised.
<div class="thought">Seems like everyone's got the horny bug tonight!</div>
They keep giggling.
<<speech "You">>Ladies.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Looks like you two are having fun.<</speech>>
They giggle.
<<speech "Sophia">>You want to have some fun with us, Professor?<</speech>>
She rubs her hands up and down Jasmine's body as she says it. You just look right at them.
<<speech "You">>You'd like that, wouldn't you?<</speech>>
They both giggle, nervously. You smile and stare right at them like dog eyeing up pieces of meat. Alyssa notices the exchange.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Are you three alright?<</speech>>
Without looking at her, you respond.
<<speech "You">>Don't worry about it, Alyssa.<</speech>>
She shrugs.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>>
<<elseif $lesson4==2 and $party1==1>>
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Hey Professor!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Hey Professor!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Hello there.<</speech>>
They both smile.
<<speech "You">>You two staying out of trouble?<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>So far!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>But the night is young!<</speech>>
She looks at you and licks her lips as she says it.
<div class="thought">They're all against me!</div>
<<elseif $lesson4==2 and $party1==2>>
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
<<speech "You">>Well look who it is.<</speech>>
You look at them, eyeing up their fresh, fit bodies. They seem a little uncomfortable with your gaze.
<<speech "Jasmine">>Hey. When did you get here?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Just now.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Oh shit. Then I guess we have to start being good girls, now that the chaperone is here.<</speech>>
She says it sarcastically and smiles at you. Jasmine smiles too. You look right at them both.
<<speech "You">>We all know you'd rather be bad girls though.<</speech>>
They blush and giggle nervously. You keep looking right at them. Alyssa interrupts the exchange.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Pervert vibes, Professor.<</speech>>
You continue staring at Jasmine and Sophia as you respond.
<<speech "You">>Can it, Alyssa.<</speech>>
She seems to realize that she's not going to rattle you with all the "pervert" stuff, not tonight.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Whatever.<</speech>>
<<else>>
<</if>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-4">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg party>>
<</nobr>>
Casey, Alyssa and Kaylee go back to doing shots. At the rate these girls are going, they're gonna be hammered in the next hour or so. Sophia and Jasmine wander back to the party and start dancing again. You look around and notice your other students. Mikayla and Grace are in a corner talking. You head over there to say hello.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaparty1.jpg" alt="mikayla"><img src="images/grace/graceparty1.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
<<speech "You">>Good evening, ladies.<</speech>>
Mikayla and Grace smile at you. Lauren and Olivia are here too.
<<if $lesson2==1>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty1.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty2.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<else>><</if>>
They both nod a hello.
<<speech "Grace">>Hi Professor $you.fakelastName!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Hello, Professor.<</speech>>
You look to Lauren and Olivia. They look uncomfortable.
<<if $lesson2==1>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty1.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty2.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<else>><</if>>
<<speech "You">>Hey you two. How're you doing?<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Fine.<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>Fine.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">They seem happy to see me, but also uncomfortable at the party. They don't really know anyone.</div>
<<speech "You">>This corner seems... cozy, huh?<</speech>>
Lauren nods. Olivia seems too not even notice your joke.
<<speech "Grace">>We've been trying to get them to mingle a little.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>But they think we don't really... fit in here.<</speech>>
You look around at the other students. They're all drinking and laughing, dancing and grinding on each other.
<div class="thought">Yeah, churchmouse, miss perfect, wallflower and superfeminist are not really in their "comfort zone" I would imagine.</div>
<div class="thought">Still, they made it this far. They're all actually at the party. That seems like a step in the right direction.</div>
<<speech "Olivia">>I think I made a mistake coming here tonight.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Me too.<</speech>>
Mikayla and Grace look to you for some support.
<div class="thought">Mikayla and Grace seem to be feeling the same way as the other two, but they're at least trying to have fun.</div>
<div class="thought">I should try to help them out here, but how?</div>
<div class="thought">I could remind them that they were invited, by Alyssa and Kaylee no less. That might make them feel a little more comfortable.</div>
<div class="thought">I could also just get them drunk. A little alcohol would certainly loosen them up. And once they're loose... well, you know what happens then.</div>
<<link "Remind them that Alyssa and Kaylee wanted them to be here and encourage them to mingle." "party 6-5a">><<set $party2=1>><</link>>
<<link "Make them get drunk and see how wild they'll get." "party 6-5b">><<set $party2=2>><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg party>>
<</nobr>>
You decide to take a gentle approach with them. They're already really nervous about being here. You look at both of them.
<<if $lesson2==1>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty1.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty2.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<else>><</if>>
<<speech "You">>Look, I know how scary it can be when you don't know many people at a party like this...<</speech>>
Lauren and Olivia look at you, waiting for you to say something to make them feel better about their situation.
<<speech "You">>But Alyssa and Kaylee invited you both. They want you to be here.<</speech>>
You look over at Jasmine and Sophia dancing wildly.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
<<speech "You">>Jasmine and Sophia seem to be fitting in, I'm sure you all can too.<</speech>>
They still look unsure.
<<speech "You">>It's not like you have to just walk up and start talking to people you don't know.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You know people here. I'm sure they'd be happy to see you. You just need to take that first step.<</speech>>
Lauren and Olivia look like they're nearly convinced.
<<speech "You">>You're both strong. You can do this.<</speech>>
With that, they seem convinced. They smile, reluctantly.
<<if $lesson2==1>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty1.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty2.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<else>><</if>>
<<speech "Lauren">>OK.<</speech>>
Lauren looks at Mikayla.
<<speech "Lauren">>Please don't leave me alone.<</speech>>
Mikayla smiles at Lauren.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Of course I won't! Come on, let's go hang out with Jasmine and Sophia.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>OK!<</speech>>
They smile at you and then head off to the dancefloor together.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaparty1.jpg" alt="mikayla"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"></div>
You can see Jasmine and Sophia greeting them with huge smiles and big hugs.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
You look at Olivia and Grace.
<<if $lesson2==1>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/grace/graceparty1.jpg" alt="grace"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty1.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/grace/graceparty1.jpg" alt="grace"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty2.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<else>><</if>>
They still look a little unsure of themselves.
<<speech "You">>Maybe you two want to join them?<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>I don't really like dancing.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Me either.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>But maybe we could go see what Alyssa and Kaylee are up to in the kitchen?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">What are they up to? Probably about shot number 5 or 6 at this point.</div>
<<speech "Olivia">>Are you sure, Grace?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Why not? We're all friends now, right?<</speech>>
Olivia looks less than convinced.
<div class="thought">I guess it's time to put these new friendships to the test.</div>
<<speech "You">>You'll never know, Olivia, unless you take the leap.<</speech>>
She seems to accept that.
<<speech "Olivia">>OK. Let's go, Grace.<</speech>>
Grace giggles with glee.
<<speech "Grace">>Yay! Come on!<</speech>>
She grabs Olivia by the hand and they head off into the kitchen.
<<if $lesson2==1>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/grace/graceparty1.jpg" alt="grace"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty1.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/grace/graceparty1.jpg" alt="grace"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty2.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<else>><</if>>
You hear Kaylee and Alyssa "Woo" at them when they see them.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssaparty1.jpg" alt="alyssa"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div>
<<speech "Kaylee">>What's up, bitches!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>It's time for shots!<</speech>>
They start pouring shots for Grace and Olivia.
<div class="thought">Not exactly how I wanted it to go, but it seems like it's working out.</div>
Casey seems a little wary having these girls at her party, but since Alyssa and Kaylee accept them, she goes along with it.
<div class="thought">Progress.</div>
<<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-6">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg party>>
<</nobr>>
You're settling in to the party, doing your best chaperone impression. The girls seem to be getting drunker by the minute... some moreso than others. Since arriving, you've noticed a lot of girls you don't recognize looking at you, giggling, talking to each other (presumably about you). <<if $party1==1>>This notoriety is making you uncomfortable. What happens when the party's over, and these girls are all talking about you on Monday. The infamy of the Sex Teacher and how he partied with all his students.
<div class="thought">Am I getting fired?</div>
<div class="thought">God I hope not.</div>
<<elseif $party1==2>>It makes your dick bulge in your pants just thinking about all these little sluts, on their knees, taking their turns gagging on your cock.
<div class="thought">Would that get me fired?</div>
<div class="thought">Fuck it. At this point, I think I could get away with it.</div>
<<else>><</if>>
You're lost in thought when you notice that two of the girls are standing right in front of you, with smiles on their faces.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lizzie/lizzieparty.jpg" alt="lizzie"><img src="images/carrie/carrieparty.jpg" alt="carrie"></div>
You've never seen these two before, and they look like they want to say something to you. You're waiting for them to speak up, but they just keep smiling at you.
<<if $party1==1>><<speech "You">>Um... Do you two need something?<</speech>><<elseif $party1==2>><<speech "You">>Are you planning on saying something? Or are we just gonna stare at each other?<</speech>><<else>><</if>>
They giggle at you. They speak up.
<<speech "Carrie">>I'm Carrie!<</speech>>
It's the girl on the right with the pink top. She smiles wide, then nudges her friend, who looks a little nervous. Her friend smiles and introduces herself as well.
<<speech "Lizzie">>I'm Lizzie.<</speech>>
<<if $party1==1>><<speech "You">>Nice to meet you both.<</speech>>
They giggle again.
<<elseif $party1==2>><<speech "You">>And?<</speech>>
They both giggle, nervously.
<<else>><</if>>
Carrie seems to be the bolder of the two. Lizzie seems very nervous and awkward.
<<speech "Carrie">>We saw you making out with Casey!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Everyone did, probably.</div>
<<speech "Carrie">>That was so hot!<</speech>>
She nudges Lizzie. Lizzie just giggles, nervously.
These girls are really coming on to you. <<if $party1==1>>It's making you really uncomfortable.
<<speech "You">>That was... Just Casey. You know how she can be, right? She just got a little excited, I think.<</speech>>
Carrie looks at you with a sly smile.
<<speech "Carrie">>And you weren't excited too?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">I was... but I gotta stay out of trouble.</div>
<<speech "You">>Like I said, that was just Casey.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>It's inappropriate for a teacher like me to get involved with a student. I'm just here to chaperone.<</speech>>
They look disappointed. Lizzie fights her shyness and speaks up.
<<speech "Lizzie">>So... you'd never get involved with a student? Like ever?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Like I said, it's inappropriate.<</speech>>
They both look a little disappointed, but they smile at you still.
<<speech "Carrie">>Ok. Whatever you say.<</speech>>
They both walk away.
<div class="thought">Why do I have the feeling this isn't the last I'll be seeing of these two?</div>
<<elseif $party1==2>>It's making you want to push them into a bedroom and fuck the shit out of both of them.
<<speech "You">>Yeah, I gotta say... girls at this school seem to be horny as fuck. Why is that?<</speech>>
They both laugh nervously. Carrie blushes but works up some courage.
<<speech "Carrie">>I think you're gonna have to find that out on your own!<</speech>>
She nudges Lizzie who speaks up too, albeit nervously.
<<speech "Lizzie">>Yeah. You should find out.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Are they saying what I think they're saying?</div>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whisper"></div>
Carrie leans in and licks your ear, then whispers,
<<speech "Carrie">>You wanna find out?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Yeah, they're saying what I think they're saying.</div>
<div class="thought">I should keep these sluts on the hook for later.</div>
You grab Carrie and pull her towards you. You put your hand around her throat. Her eyes widen and she starts breathing faster.
<<speech "You">>Don't tempt me, girl.<</speech>>
Lizzie looks shocked. She doesn't know how to react. She looks a little scared. You keep your hand around Carrie's throat and look right at Lizzie.
<<speech "You">>What's wrong?<</speech>>
She's speechless.
<<speech "You">>You scared now?<</speech>>
Still speechless. You reach your other hand down Carrie's shorts and roughly rub her pussy through her panties. She gasps and her eyes roll back in her head. Lizzie looks even more scared.
<<speech "You">>Carrie seems to like it.<</speech>>
You let Carrie go and focus on Lizzie. She takes a step back as you look right at her.
<<speech "You">>Yeah, just what I thought. You're not ready for this.<</speech>>
Lizzie looks a little offended, then a little determined. She steps back towards you.
<div class="thought">She looks pretty nervous, but she's trying not to.</div>
<<speech "Lizzie">>I... I... yes I am.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Not convincing.</div>
You just laugh at them and walk away. You can hear them bickering with each other behind you, each blaming the other for ruining their chance.
<div class="thought">Fucking horny bitches.</div>
<div class="thought">I'm sure I'll run into them again.</div>
<<else>><</if>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-7">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg party>>
<</nobr>>The party is in full swing now. Girls are hammered and it's starting to show. Some of them are getting sluttier, taking off articles of clothing and making out, sloppily, with their friends. Some of them are "Woo"-ing, sluring their words, and laughing uncontrollably. While some others are ugly-crying in various corners while groups of their friends try to console them.
<div class="thought">Part of me thinks this is getting out of control...</div>
<div class="thought">But... as long as no one dies...</div>
<div class="thought">...Or gets pregnant...</div>
There's a contingent of girls on the dance floor, grinding and twerking up a storm. They really seem to be enjoying themselves.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/friday6/partydance.gif" alt="girls dancing at a party"></div>
As you watch, you're enjoying it too!
<div class="thought">This job does have it's benefits...</div>
<div class="thought">And I'm not talking about a 401k.</div>
You're staring mindlessly at the fit, young, bodies on the steamy dancefloor. You don't immediately notice that your students are calling you over there.
<<if $lesson4==1>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Professor!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>PROFESSOR!<</speech>>
You eventually notice Jasmine and Sophia calling to you.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
You walk over to them so you can hear them better. Jasmine grabs your arm and leans in to talk in your ear.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whisper"></div>
<<speech "Jasmine">>We need your help!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Please!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">What could they possibly need my help with?</div>
<<speech "You">>With what?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>We're teaching Mikayla and Lauren how to dance sexy!<</speech>>
You look over at Mikayla and Lauren.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaparty1.jpg" alt="mikayla"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"></div>
They blush and smile at you.
<<speech "Sophia">>We need you to be their... dance partner.<</speech>>
Jasmine and Sophia smile at you lustily. After your office session with these two, they're being very... forward.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
<div class="thought">Dance partner, huh?</div>
You look around and see the other girls on the dancefloor. They're all grinding on each other.
<div class="thought">So... grinding partner.</div>
<div class="thought">Definitely inappropriate.</div>
<div class="thought">Still...</div>
<div class="thought">Am I gonna do this?</div>
<<link "Yes, of course." "party 6-7a">><</link>>
<<link "No, of course not." "party 6-7b">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson4==2 and $lesson3==1>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Professor!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>PROFESSOR!!<</speech>>
You eventually notice Mikayla calling to you from the dancefloor.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaparty1.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div>
She's with Lauren, Jasmine, and Sophia. You walk over to them so you can hear her better.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/monday2/whisper.jpg" alt="whisper"></div>
She leans in and speaks in your ear.
<<speech "Mikayla">>We need your help!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">What could they possibly need my help with?</div>
<<speech "You">>With what?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>We're teaching Mikayla and Lauren how to dance sexy!<</speech>>
Mikayla smiles at you.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaparty1.jpg" alt="mikayla"></div>
She's got that look in her eye... the same one she had in your office... right before you came all over her.
<div class="thought">This could be trouble.</div>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah! And we need a dance partner.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Dance partner, huh?</div>
You look around and see the other girls on the dancefloor. They're all grinding on each other.
<div class="thought">So... grinding partner.</div>
<div class="thought">Definitely inappropriate.</div>
<div class="thought">Still...</div>
<div class="thought">Am I gonna do this?</div>
<<link "Yes, of course." "party 6-7a">><</link>>
<<link "No, of course not." "party 6-7b">><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson4==2 and $lesson3==2>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Professor!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>PROFESSOR!!<</speech>>
You eventually notice Lauren calling to you from the dancefloor.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"></div>
She's with Mikayla, Jasmine, and Sophia. You walk over to them so you can hear her better. She leans in and speaks in your ear.
<<speech "Lauren">>We need your help!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">What could they possibly need my help with?</div>
<<speech "You">>With what?<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>We're teaching Mikayla and Lauren how to dance sexy!<</speech>>
Lauren smiles at you.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"></div>
She's got that look in her eye... the same one she had in your office... right before she tore her clothes off and came right in front of you.
<div class="thought">This could be trouble.</div>
<<speech "Lauren">>Yeah! And we need a dance partner.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Dance partner, huh?</div>
You look around and see the other girls on the dancefloor. They're all grinding on each other.
<div class="thought">So... grinding partner.</div>
<div class="thought">Definitely inappropriate.</div>
<div class="thought">Still...</div>
<div class="thought">Am I gonna do this?</div>
<<link "Yes, of course." "party 6-7a">><<set $partydance=1>><</link>>
<<link "No, of course not." "party 6-7b">><<set $partydance=2>><</link>>
<<else>><</if>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg angelos>>
<img src="images/friday6/mobtable.jpg" alt="mobsters at a table" class="left">
<img src="images/gino/gino.jpg" alt="gino" class="left">
<img src="images/marco/marco.jpg" alt="marco" class="left">
<img src="images/angelo/angelo.jpg" alt="angelo" class="left">
<</nobr>>Meanwhile, far away...
The two men sat at the table in the small, dingy office above the restaurant floor. Their clothes, hair, and everything else screamed "organized crime." Fitting. Both were mobsters. The man on the left, Marco, was small of stature, but made up for it with tremendous moxy for his size. The man on the right, Gino, was younger, and more junior in the orginazation. He was headstrong and looking to move up the ranks. As customers ate and drank at the tables below them, laughing and enjoying themselves, the mood in the office was very different. There was tension between the men, and an argument was brewing.
<<marco "I told you what to do, Gino.">> Marco said.
<<gino "Yeah Marco, my guys have been watching them both, every day, like you wanted. They're not doing anything different. It's like nothing ever happened.">> Gino replied. Marco looked at him with frustration. <<gino "Look, I've been doing what you asked me to. Not my fault here, OK?">> Gino said.
Marco rubbed his eyes and scowled. <<marco "It's fine, Gino. You done good. I just can't fucking believe those two feds are just acting like they don't have a care in the world. They think they're untouchable.">> Anger rose in Marco and he slammed his fist on the table. <<marco "Goddamnit! They're making us look like pussies!">>
<<gino "Fuck! You're right!">> Gino replied. It was obvious that Gino was sucking up to Marco and he'd probably agree with him about pretty much anything. <<gino "So can I move on them? My guys are ready! I could have them both in the ground by Sunday dinner.">>
Marco thought about this carefully. <<marco "Well, we can't just let them get away with what they did. Word's going to get out on the street and we're gonna look weak. But we need to wait for the right opportunity.">> Marco said. Gino scoffed at this.
<<gino "Fuck that! I can do them both tonight! Why the fuck are we waiting around on this shit?">> Gino pleaded, angrily. Marco was about to answer when a third man entered the office and sat at the table. He was a large man who moved slowly, but it seemed as though that wasn't a problem, since he didn't really need to move for anyone. Marco and Gino both immediately deferred to him. It was obvious he was the one in charge.
<<angelo "Because I told Marco to wait. And Marco is a good soldier.">> the third man said, calmly.
<<marco "Hey, Angelo. When did you get here?">> Marco asked.
<<angelo "I've been downstairs.">> Angelo said. There was an uncomfortable silence as Marco and Gino tried to think of something to say to their boss. Eventually, Gino spoke up.
<<gino "Boss... these feds, these moirals... they're makin' us look like fuckin' pussies.">> Gino said. Angelo looked straight at him with a neutral expression. Marco looked nervous, Gino looked emboldened. <<gino "Just say the word and I'll do them both.">> Gino said. Angelo chuckled and stood up from the table. He smiled as he walked around to Gino. Marco looked even more nervous.
<<angelo "Gino... I like you. You just got made, and I'm happy you did. We need people with your enthusiasm.">> Angelo said. Gino's smile turned to nervousness though, as Angelo walked behind him. Something about having the Boss standing back there while he was still seated made Gino a little uncomfortable. Rightly so.
Suddenly, Angelo grabbed Gino by the hair and yanked his head back so that he was looking up right at him. <<angelo "But if you even think about going against my orders... It's going to be you who's gonna be in the ground. You got that?!">> Angelo barked.
<<gino "Yeah, boss. Of course. I was just talking shit.">> Gino replied, sheepishly. Angelo released him.
<<angelo "Good. Now go downstairs. Adriana is down there looking for you.">> Angelo said, calmly. Gino nodded and hurried off downstairs leaving Angelo and Marco alone in the office.
<<link "CONTINUE" "Angelo Cutaway 1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg angelos>>
<img src="images/angelo/angelo.jpg" alt="angelo" class="left">
<img src="images/marco/marco.jpg" alt="marco" class="left">
<img src="images/gino/gino.jpg" alt="gino" class="left">
<</nobr>>Angelo sat back down, and Marco poured him a drink from the bottle on the table. The two men sat in silence for a few moments. Then Angelo spoke. <<angelo "Is he gonna be a problem?">> he asked.
<<marco "No Angelo. I got him in check. He's a good kid, just a little... eager.">> Marco replied. Angelo sat in silence. <<marco "But boss... it would be easier to keep him in check if I could tell him something.">> Marco said.
<<angelo "I told you, Marco. No one needs to know but you and me. We've invested too much in this for some one to leak it and blow the whole thing up.">> Angelo said. Marco nodded.
<<marco "Yeah, I get it. And I agree. But for the other guys, it just looks like we got taken by some fucking slimy con man and then rolled over for the feds. It's not something they're gonna be able to-">> Angelo cut Marco off.
<<angelo "Do you have control over your troops, Marco?">> he asked. Marco looked surprised and a little hurt by the question.
<<marco "They'll fall in line. But they won't like it.">> Marco said.
<<angelo "They don't have to like it. They just have to do it.">> Angelo replied. Marco nodded, but still looked uncomfortable with the situation. Angelo seemed to sense this and moved to reassure him. <<angelo "Look, Marco... You know you're like a brother to me. And I know you didn't want to go this way, but I need to know that you're with me on this. We have everything set up and in place. This is the kind of opportunity that only comes along once in a lifetime. We need to do this right.">> Angelo said. Marco slowly nodded.
<<marco "I'm with you, boss. You know I am.">> Marco replied. Angelo nodded.
<<angelo "Good. Now go head downstairs and try to settle Gino down.">> Angelo said. Marco nodded and got up from the table. He headed downstairs and on to the restaurant floor. He and Gino met eyes across the crowded dining room. Gino looked at Marco, questioningly. Marco just shook his head, a look of sadness and disappointment on his face. Gino became angry at this and pounded his fist on the table, startling the diners around him. He got up and stormed out of the restaurant. Marco looked nervous, again.
<<link "CONTINUE" "chapter 2.0 end">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg party>>
<</nobr>>
All this girl drama is making your head hurt.
<div class="thought">What the hell do they need? They were invited, by Kaylee and Alyssa.</div>
<div class="thought">If those two wanted them here, that's all the encouragement they should need. But no... they're still just sitting in the corner.</div>
<div class="thought">Time for some tough love... and booze.</div>
<<if $lesson2==1>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty1.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty2.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<else>><</if>>
<<speech "You">>Look you two. I don't know what else I can say to you. You both seem to think you're gonna burst into flames if you so much as talk to someone here you don't know.<</speech>>
They both look a little ashamed.
<<speech "You">>You were invited, remember? You're meant to be here. You need to just sack up and take the plunge.<</speech>>
They look a little annoyed that you're talking to them so harshly.
<div class="thought">Time for liquid courage. It'll help them. And getting them drunk will probably help me too, wink wink.</div>
<<speech "You">>OK, that's it. Wait right here.<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>Where are you going?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>No questions! Do as I say!<</speech>>
They seem a little shocked at your "tough love," but they do as you say. You head into the kitchen.
Kaylee, Alyssa, and Casey "woo," at you when you enter, but you don't have time or patience for that shit. You ignore them and grab a bottle of tequila off the table.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Hey! Where are you going with that?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah! That's ours!<</speech>>
You look sternly at both of them.
<<speech "You">>Chaperone privilege. No questions.<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>But...<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>But...<</speech>>
You cut them off.
<<speech "You">>NO QUESTIONS!<</speech>>
They both shut up. Casey laughs at them.
<<speech "Casey">>Shut down!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Fuck you, bitch!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>Yeah, fuck you!<</speech>>
<<speech "Casey">>You can't call me that! It's my birthday!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Fuck your birthday!<</speech>>
Casey, Alyssa, and Kaylee continue to bicker as you leave with the bottle. You don't have the patience for any of that shit either. You return to Lauren, Olivia, Grace, and Mikayla in the corner. You shove the bottle into Lauren's hands
<<speech "You">>Drink.<</speech>>
They all look shocked that you are encouraging them to drink.
<<speech "Lauren">>Um...<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>I don't know...<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yeah, I don't think...<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>DON'T THINK. DRINK!<</speech>>
<<speech "Olivia">>You can't just make us drink!<</speech>>
<<if $lesson2==1>>You give Olivia a stern look.
<div class="thought">Did you forget our little office session?</div>
She seems to lose her will to fight you.
<div class="thought">Guess not.</div>
<<elseif $lesson2==2>>
<<speech "You">>Olivia, do you want help or not?<</speech>>
She seems to reconsider fighting you on this.
<<speech "You">>Take a few drinks. You'll feel more relaxed and confident. I promise.<</speech>>
<<else>><</if>>
They seem to realize they don't have a choice here. They open the bottle and start passing it around. Lauren drinks first.
<<speech "Lauren">>Oh god that's terrible!<</speech>>
She passes the bottle to Olivia who also takes a big swig.
<<speech "Olivia">>Jesus that's strong!<</speech>>
They pass the bottle to Mikayla. She passes it to Grace and Grace tries to give it back to you.
<<speech "You">>Oh no. You both need to drink too.<</speech>>
You look right at them.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaparty1.jpg" alt="mikayla"><img src="images/grace/graceparty1.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
<<speech "Mikayla">>But... we're not the ones who need it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Yeah... I'm fine without it.<</speech>>
You remain silent and continue to look at them. After a moment, they realize they're not gonna get a pass on this.
<<speech "Mikayla">>Well... I guess one wouldn't hurt.<</speech>>
She takes a sip.
<<speech "You">>More.<</speech>>
She takes a bigger sip.
<<speech "You">>More.<</speech>>
She looks a little scared, but musters her courage and takes a big swig. It nearly makes her lose it. She coughs and sputters.
<<speech "You">>Good. Now you, Grace.<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>I don't know... I've never drank before.<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>First time for everything. DRINK!<</speech>>
She reluctantly accepts and takes a little sip. She clearly does not enjoy it.
<<speech "Grace">>Oh my! It burns!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Yes it does. Drink more.<</speech>>
She complies and takes a bigger swig. This time she can't handle it and spits it out on the floor.
<<speech "Grace">>I... I can't!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>You can and you will. Take a bunch of little sips if you need to, but you're going to drink it, Grace.<</speech>>
Over the next few minutes, Grace and the other girls take drinks from the bottle. Before you know it, the bottle is half empty and they all seem a little more... happy. Mikayla and Lauren head off to the dance floor.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaparty1.jpg" alt="mikayla"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"></div>
You see them meet up with Jasmine and Sophia.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
They hug each other and start dancing together. You watch for a moment.
Grace and Olivia go to the kitchen to see what's going on in there.
<<if $lesson2==1>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/grace/graceparty1.jpg" alt="grace"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty1.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<elseif $lesson2==2>><div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/grace/graceparty1.jpg" alt="grace"><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty2.jpg" alt="olivia"></div><<else>><</if>>
Alyssa and Kaylee greet them. You hear Alyssa in the kitchen.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssaparty1.jpg" alt="alyssa"><img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee"></div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>It's half gone! Did you guys drink this?<</speech>>
Grace giggles and nods. Olivia smiles and nods as well.
<<speech "Kaylee">>Fuck yeah! Party girls!<</speech>>
The girls in the kitchen all "woo" at Grace and Olivia, then start pouring more shots.
<div class="thought">Mission accomplished.</div>
<<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-6">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg party>>
<</nobr>>
You focus in on Casey and Kaylee and try to figure out what they're fighting about.
<<speech "Kaylee">>You couldn't do it even if you had a hundred fucking years to try!<</speech>>
<<speech "Casey">>You think you're so fucking special! Anyone could do what you do! You're not even that hot, bitch!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>FUCK YOU!<</speech>>
<<speech "Casey">>FUCK YOU!!<</speech>>
Alyssa is here too, and she looks a little overwhelmed, which is not normal for her. You pull her aside.
<<speech "You">>What happened?<</speech>>
She looks at you and yells so you can hear her over the commotion.
<<speech "Alyssa">>Kaylee was talking about how much money she's making on JustFans and everything was going fine...<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>But Casey got kinda bitchy and she was saying that it's not that hard, and that anyone could do it.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>...Fucking trashy whore!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Kaylee didn't like that, so she got mad at Casey.<</speech>>
<<speech "Casey">>...Queen of the fucking cum sluts!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Then Casey said she'd start her own JustFans and she'd have more subs than Kaylee in a week.<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>...Stank pussy bitch!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>Then Kaylee called Casey a fuck ugly gremlin.<</speech>>
<<speech "Casey">>...Saggy ass hooker!<</speech>>
<<speech "Alyssa">>And Casey called Kaylee a nasty toe-cheese having snaggletooth slut.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Very vivid description, Alyssa.</div>
<<speech "Alyssa">>I was just about to try to stop them.<</speech>>
You nod at Alyssa.
<div class="thought">Worth a shot. Alyssa is their friend. She can probably calm them down.</div>
Alyssa gets between Casey and Kaylee.
<<speech "Alyssa">>You bitches are so fucking loud! Will you both shut the fuck up?!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Probably not the best way to handle it.</div>
Casey and Kaylee turn their rage on Alyssa.
<<speech "Kaylee">>FUCK OFF!<</speech>>
<<speech "Casey">>STAY OUT OF THIS, BITCH!<</speech>>
Alyssa looks offended.
<<speech "Alyssa">>FUCK YOU! I WAS TRYING TO HELP!!<</speech>>
<<speech "Casey">>FUCK YOU!<</speech>>
<<speech "Kaylee">>FUCK YOU!<</speech>>
Alyssa is now enraged as well. She starts screaming at both of them and they scream back at her. Now it's a threeway...
But not the good kind.
The three of them scream at each other for a few more minutes. By the end of it, they're all ugly-crying and you can barely understand what they're yelling at each other. Then, they all run off in different directions, crying and screaming as the whole party watches.
The fight really took the wind out of this party's sails. You see that a lot of the girls are gathering up their stuff and making their way out of the house.
<div class="thought">Seems like this party's over.</div>
You look around and see that Sophia, Jasmine, Mikayla, and Lauren have already made their exit.
<div class="thought">Smart move.</div>
<<if $party2==1>>Grace and Olivia are standing in the kitchen looking a bit overwhelmed by the fight. They seem to not know what to do next.
<<elseif $party2==2>>Grace is nearly passed out on the floor by the trashcan. Olivia is cleaning puke off her face with a kitchen towel.
<<else>><</if>>
It's going to be up to you to deal with this.
<<link "Go find Casey." "party 6-9a">><</link>>
<<link "Go find Kaylee." "party 6-9b">><</link>>
<<link "Go find Alyssa." "party 6-9c">><</link>>
<<if $party1==1>><<link "Go home. There's not much I can do about this." "party 6-9d">><</link>><<elseif $party1==2>><<link "Go home. I'm not dealing with this bullshit." "party 6-9d">><</link>><<else>><</if>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg party>>
<</nobr>>
After some serious blueballs stemming from the little dance lesson with the girls, you take a few moments to survey the scene of the party. After all, you're supposed to be chaperoning. It's up to you to make sure everything is going OK.
<div class="thought">Gotta make sure the girls aren't getting into too much trouble.</div>
You look around at the sea of sloppy, drunk girls. They're a fucking mess.
<div class="thought">Great job!</div>
<<if $party2==1>>As you survey the disaster around you, Grace runs up to you and grabs you by the arm. You turn to face her.
<<speech "You">>What is it, Grace?<</speech>>
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
She looks scared.
<<speech "Grace">>We need your help!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>With what?<</speech>>
<<speech "Grace">>Kaylee and Casey are fighting in the kitchen!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Great.</div>
<<speech "Grace">>I think they're gonna kill each other!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Well, I'll probably have to deal with this.</div>
Olivia yells from the kitchen.
<<speech "Olivia">>Grace! Hurry up!<</speech>>
Grace looks at you, desperate for your help.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace"></div>
<div class="thought">This might be serious.</div>
<<speech "You">>OK, let's go.<</speech>>
Grace looks relieved and the two of you head to the kitchen.
<<elseif $party2==2>>You're surveying the disaster surrounding you when you hear louder than normal screams coming from the kitchen. These are not the typical screams of "Woo" girls. No. These are angry screams.
<div class="thought">I should probably go see what this is all about.</div>
You head to the kitchen where you come upon a chaotic scene. Kaylee and Casey are screaming angrily at each other. You can't really make out what they are saying over the din of the party, but their facial expressions tell the story. They're about to kill each other.
Grace and Olivia are here too, but after polishing off a bottle of tequila (like you told them to) they're basically useless. Grace is in the corner, throwing up in a trash can, while Olivia holds her hair. You return your attention to Kaylee and Casey.
<div class="thought">I'm gonna have to deal with this.</div>
<<else>><</if>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-9">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg party>>
<</nobr>>
As much as you'd like to have these girls grinding on you...
<div class="thought">DON'T GET FIRED!</div>
<<speech "You">>I don't think so, girls.<</speech>>
They look disappointed.
<<speech "Jasmine">>Why not?!<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>It would be inappropriate.<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>But... <</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>It's OK.<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah. Maybe... could you just watch us and tell us what you think?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">That I could probably get away with.</div>
<<speech "You">>Sure. That I can do.<</speech>>
This seems to satisfy them. Jasmine and Sophia start grinding on each other on the dancefloor. They lift their skirts a bit and show off their panties.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminedance1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiadance1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
Lauren and Mikayla pay close attention. The other girls around them "Woo," appropriately. You watch them do it, looking at their fit, fresh bodies rubbing aganist each other. You're hard almost immediately.
Jasmine and Sophia pull Lauren and Mikayla onto the dancefloor and start grinding with them as well. They follow and lift up their skirts too, showing off their fit asses.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/mikayla/mikayladance.jpg" alt="mikayla"><img src="images/lauren/laurendance.jpg" alt="lauren"></div>
You try to hide your boner. Lucky for you, it's dark in here.
<div class="thought">I'm pretty sure no one notices.</div>
<<speech "Jasmine">>You just rub on him up and down like this. He should be really hard my now. You should be able to feel it through his pants.<</speech>>
Lauren giggles nervously.
<<speech "Sophia">>And when you feel that little poke coming through, on you...<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Do something like this.<</speech>>
She turns around and starts twerking her ass right on Jasmine's crotch. Lauren and Mikayla look shocked but laugh.
<<speech "Mikayla">>OH MY GOD! Sophia!<</speech>>
Sophia and Jasmine laugh too. The other girls "Woo," appropriately. You continue to try to hide your boner.
<<speech "Sophia">>Now spank me!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>What?!<</speech>>
<<speech "Sophia">>Do it! Spank me!<</speech>>
Jasmine gives Sophia little slap on the ass.
<<speech "Sophia">>Harder!<</speech>>
Jasmine spanks her again, a little harder this time.
<<speech "Lauren">>Harder!!<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, harder!<</speech>>
Jasmine winds up and spanks Sophia several times, hard on the ass.
The other girls "Woo..."
...Appropriately.
<<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-8">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg party>>
<</nobr>>
You decide to just go for it.
<div class="thought">Fuck it. Let's grind</div>
<<speech "You">>Well... if it's for educational purposes then... who am I to say no.<</speech>>
The girls giggle with glee. Sophia and Jasmine grab you and pull you onto the dancefloor.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"><img src="images/sophia/sophiaparty1.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
All the other girls seem to notice your presence. they "Woo," appropriately.
<<speech "Sophia">>OK, so let me show you what I was talking about.<</speech>>
Sophia slides in next to you with her ass rubbing against your crotch.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/sophia/sophiadance.jpg" alt="sophia"></div>
She leans her head back against your chest and runs her hands up and down your neck. Your boner is immediately present, and you're sure she can feel it poking her in the ass.
Jasmine giggles as Sophia keeps grinding on you. Mikayla and Lauren pay close attention. Then Jasmine speaks up.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasmineparty1.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah! That's hot! You can do it like this too.<</speech>>
She switches out for Sophia who gives your cock a little rub through your pants before giving up her position to Jasmine. Jasmine, for her part, seems even sluttier than Sophia.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminedance1.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div>
She slides her ass up to your cock and then wiggles it back and forth. Her hips move so fast and her ass is so firm... your cock can barely take it.
<<speech "Sophia">>Holy shit, Jasmine!<</speech>>
<div class="thought">Yeah! Holy Shit!</div>
Sophia laughs. Mikayla and Lauren pay close attention. The other girls "Woo," appropriately. Your hands instinctively run up and down Jasmine's hot little body.
<div class="centered75"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminedance2.jpg" alt="jasmine"></div>
<div class="thought">I never thought getting fired would feel so good!</div>
Suddenly, Jasmine pulls away from you and pushes Mikayla and Lauren at you.
<<speech "Jasmine">>Now you two try.<</speech>>
They both look a little nervous, but they give it a go. They face you and start grinding their fit little bodies against you. Their really getting into it as the crowd watches and cheers them on. The both lift up their skirts and show off their asses.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/mikayla/mikayladance.jpg" alt="mikayla"><img src="images/lauren/laurendance.jpg" alt="lauren"></div>
The other girls "Woo," as is customary in situations like these. After the rubdown that Sophia and Jasmine just performed, your cock it like a fucking I-beam. And there's no way they can't feel it poking through your pants.
<<speech "Lauren">>Is this right?<</speech>>
<<speech "Mikayla">>Yeah, how are we doing?<</speech>>
<div class="thought">GREAT!</div>
<<speech "Sophia">>That's good!<</speech>>
<<speech "Jasmine">>Yeah! I bet Professor $you.fakelastName is hard as a rock right now.<</speech>>
<div class="thought">He is.</div>
<<speech "Mikayla">>HE IS!<</speech>>
<<speech "Lauren">>HE IS!<</speech>>
The other girls "Woo..."
...appropriately.
Lauren and Mikayla keep grinding on you, using you as their training partner. Your cock is about to explode. You pull away at the last second.
<<speech "You">>Break time!<</speech>>
They look a little disappointed.
<<speech "Lauren">>Why?<</speech>>
<<speech "You">>Trust me.<</speech>>
She looks a little confused, but then seems to get it.
<<speech "Lauren">>OH! OK.<</speech>>
Mikayla and Lauren giggle at you.
<div class="imagecontainer"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaparty1.jpg" alt="mikayla"><img src="images/lauren/laurenparty1.jpg" alt="lauren"></div>
<<link "CONTINUE" "party 6-8">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg party>>
<img src="images/casey/caseyparty1.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">
<</nobr>>
That fight left three very upset young ladies in its wake. You decide you should check in on Casey. After all, it's her birthday, her party, her house. You figure you'll have a good chance to see both Alyssa and Kaylee at some point in the future, but since Casey is not one of your students, this may be your only opportunity to check on her.
You look around the house for her and find her in what you assume is her bedroom. She's still very upset, but when she sees you, it seems to lift her spirits. <img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">She runs up to you and gives you a big hug.
<<casey "You came to check on me?! Oh my God! That means so much to me.">> she says, with a little giggle. <<casey "I would have thought you'd go running after Alyssa or Kaylee.">> She says. She looks a little sad. <<casey "Guys are always after them.">> She says. She rests her head on your chest. <<casey "Never me, though.">>
<img src="images/casey/caseypartychoose.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">You can see what she's doing here. She wants you to build up her confidence by telling her that you chose her over Kaylee and Alyssa. That's not necessarily the truth, but it's what she needs to hear right now. She's in an emotionally vulnerable state, and a few nice compliments could really help her right now. She'd be really grateful for them, you assume... and she'd likely show you just how grateful.
But you don't necessarily need to inflate her already inflated ego either. She was really spouting off at Kaylee, telling her how she'd be able to have more success slutting herself out on JustFans. She seemed pretty confident then. Maybe a little negativity is what she needs right now.
<<link "Compliment her to make her feel better about herself." "party 6-9a1">><<set $caseyparty=1>><</link>>
<<link "Neg her and bring that ego into check." "party 6-9a1">><<set $caseyparty=2>><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg party>>
<</nobr>>That was a pretty intense fight, and all three girls could probably use some comfort right now. Kaylee seemed to have been the worst off, so you decide to find her and check in to see how she's doing. You search around the house and find her alone in a back bedroom
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleesad.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left">You head inside, and as you get closer, you can see that she's still crying. Not surprising after the knock-down drag-out that she just had. <<you "Kaylee?">> you call to her. She looks up and quickly wipes her eyes. She puts on a fake smile.
<<kaylee "Came to see how the Queen of the cum sluts is doing, huh?">> she says with a fake laugh. She's trying to play it all off as no big deal, using self-depricating humor. But it's clear that she's upset and hurt by all the insults her friend flung at her.
<<you "That was pretty intense in there.">> you say. She looks at you and tries to keep that smile up, but she just can't do it. She takes a step towards you and hugs you. She cries a little into your chest, her tears leaving little wet spots on your shirt.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleenervous.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "She's such a bitch!">> she says. <<kaylee "I can't believe she said all that shit!">> She keeps hugging you. <<kaylee "She actually thinks she'd have more JustFans subs than me.">> She says. She separates from you and looks at you. <<kaylee "Can you fucking believe that shit?!">>
You can tell what Kaylee wants here. She wants you to tell her that she's way hotter than Casey, and that Casey would never be able to make it as a JustFans camgirl. This, of course, is not true. Casey is hot and young and slutty, just like Kaylee. If she decided to pursue it, it would only be a matter of time before she had a ton of subs just like Kaylee.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleepleading.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left">You could just tell Kaylee what she wants to hear. It would certainly make her feel better about herself, and, knowing her, she'd probably find a way to make you feel better in return. But a part of you wants to just challenge her, and tell her that she's not the hottest thing on the planet like she thinks she is. All the JustFans fame has really gone to her head, and she could use a little reality check. Plus... she'd likely be eager to... prove herself.
<<link "Tell Kaylee what she wants to hear." "party 6-9b1">><<set $kayleeparty=1>><</link>>
<<link "Tell Kaylee you're not so sure that Casey was wrong about her. She's not as hot as she thinks." "party 6-9b1">><<set $kayleeparty=2>><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg party>>
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssaupset.jpg" alt="alyssa upset" class="left">
<</nobr>>After that fight, all three girls are probably really upset. Even though Casey and Kaylee were the main combatants, Alyssa seemed really upset. She tried to intervene and make peace... in her own way. And BOTH of her friends got upset with her. You're worried about her, specifically because of her history with alcohol. She might not take this slight in the most... healthy way. You decide to find her and check on her.
You search around the house and can't seem to find her. Most of the other girls have left by now. The house is pretty much empty, so you expected to find her in one of the rooms, or maybe out in the front yard or something. You find yourself back in the kitchen where Olivia and Grace are. <<if $party2==1>>They still look a little shaken and unsure of what to do next.<<elseif $party2==2>>Grace is sitting up now and seems to be feeling a little better. Olivia is comforting her.<<else>><</if>>
<<you "Have either of you seen Alyssa?">> you ask. They both look up at you. Olivia answers.
<<if $lesson2==1>><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty1.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<elseif $lesson2==2>><img src="images/olivia/oliviaparty2.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<else>><</if>><<olivia "Yeah, but not since the fight.">> she says. You frown. Olivia keeps looking at you. <<olivia "She grabbed a bottle of liquor off the table and went out the front door. I haven't seen her after that.">> she says. You smile at her.
<<you "Thanks, Olivia.">> you say. She smiles back. <<you "You two gonna be OK?">> you ask. Olivia waves her hand in the air.
<<olivia "Don't worry. We're OK. Go help Alyssa.">> she says. You smile, nod, and head out the front door. You look again around the yard, then in the neighbors' yards, but you don't see her. <img src= "images/friday6/busstop.jpg" alt="bus stop" class="left">You're about to give up the search, when you hear the sound of clinking glass from across the street. You look over there and see Alyssa passed out at the bus stop. There's an empty bottle of liquor sitting on the concrete ground at her feet. That must have been the sound you heard.
You walk across the street and stand there, looking at her. She's slumped in the bus stop seat, mumbling and drooling on herself. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssadrunk.jpg" alt="alyssa drunk" class="left">Hammered... that's the technical term for this. Alyssa is fucking hammered. She looks up at you and smiles, drunkedly.
The last bus came and went about 45 minutes ago. So there's no way to get her back to the dorms. But, you know you're not going to let her just sleep at the bus stop all night, and you also can't bring her back to Casey's house... not after what happened.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssacarry.jpg" alt="carrying alyssa" class="left">There's really only one thing to do. As suspicious as it will look, you pick Alyssa up on your back, and walk her over to your apartment. She giggles and makes unintelligible words as you head inside and close the door, hoping to God that none of your neighbors just saw you carrying one of your students into your place.
You plop Alyssa down on your couch, and now... now you have a decision to make. It's not your finest moment, standing over the your student while she struggles to make words... and there are a few pretty bad thoughts running through your head right now. She's totally hammered... she won't remember anything... this has probably happened to her so many times already, anyway... you should fuck her.
But there are other thoughts running through there as well. She's vulnerable, and you're her teacher... she's probably been abused while she's drunk before... You could get fired for this... and, you're trying to be a better person... remember?
REMEMBER?!
<<link "Do the right thing. Find her a blanket, and let her sleep it off." "party 6-9c1">><<set $alyssaparty=1>><</link>>
<<link "Fuck it. Fuck her." "party 6-9c1">><<set $alyssaparty=2>><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg party>>
<</nobr>><<if $party1==1>>You feel for the girls, but this is something they'll have to work out on their own. There's not much for you to do here, so you head home. Honestly, Casey, Kaylee, and Alyssa probably fight like this all the time. They should be OK after they've cooled down. <img src="images/friday6/partymess.jpg" alt="a mess" class="left">You take a look at the mess around the house, you think about cleaning up a little, but you decide to just leave that to Casey, after all, it's her house, not yours. You leave for your apartment.<<elseif $party1==2>>You've had more than enough girl drama tonight. Your head hurts from the music, the alcohol, all the "Woo"-ing... it's time to call it and head home. Yes, Casey, Kaylee, and Alyssa could probably use your help right now, but fuck that. They probably get in fights like this all the time. They'll be OK, right?
<img src="images/friday6/partymess.jpg" alt="a mess" class="left">Probably. And that's good enough for you. You take one last look at the disastrous scene at Casey's house, and, glad that you don't have to clean that shit up, you head out the front door and back towards your apartment.<<else>><</if>>
As you cross the street, you notice a girl sitting at the bus stop. <<if $party1==1>>It's Carrie, the flirtatious girl you met earlier tonight. "Great," you think to yourself. "I can't get away from them." She sees you coming across the street and stands up to greet you with a big smile.
<img src="images/carrie/carrieparty.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"><<carrie "Hey Sex Teacher!">> she says. You roll your eyes.
<<you "Now you're starting with that?">> you ask. She giggles.
<<carrie "I heard Casey call you that, and I thought it was funny.">> she says. <<carrie "You two aren't like, a thing... are you?">> she asks. You shake your head.
<<you "No! Absolutely not. That would be... look, why would you even think that?">> you ask. She smiles.
<<carrie "You were making out pretty hard at the party.">> she says.
<<you "Look, Casey got a little carried away, and SHE kissed ME, OK?">> you say. You want to make sure Carrie is clear on this. <<you "I stopped her, and that was the end of it. There is nothing going on between me and Casey.">> you say. That, of course, is not true. You and Casey were making out on the bus just yesterday... but that's nobody's business.
<img src="images/carrie/carrieparty2.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"><<carrie "OK, fine.">> she says. You both stand there in silence. You're about to say goodnight when Carrie speaks up. <<carrie "I think I may have missed the last bus. I feel like I've been standing here forever.">> she says. You look at the time on your phone. She has indeed missed the last bus.
<<you "Yeah, looks like it.">> you say. She looks around.
<img src="images/carrie/carriepleading.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"><<carrie "Do you think you could give me a ride back to the dorms?">> she asks.
<<you "I don't have a car.">> you reply. She looks at you strangely, probably wondering why you don't have a car. But she doesn't press.
<<carrie "Well... I guess I could walk. I think I know the way.">> she says. She doesn't seem to be leaving though. You think she may be about to ask you something. <<carrie "Hey... you live in the apartments here, right?">> she asks.
Shit. She knows.
<<you "Yes.">> you say. You have a feeling you know what she's about to ask you and it makes you really uncomfortable.
<<carrie "Do you... would it be OK if I crashed at your place tonight?">> she asks.
There it is.
<img src="images/carrie/carriedisappointed.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"><<you "Carrie... I really would like to help, but I think it would be inappropriate...">>
She looks sad.
<<carrie "Oh. OK.">> she says. <<carrie "I guess I'll just walk ALL the way back to the dorms... in the dark... alone.">> she says. <<carrie "I think I remember how to get there...">>
FUCK!
<img src="images/carrie/carrieparty1.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"><<you "OK, OK. Fine.">> you say. She giggles with glee. <<you "BUT... this stays between you and me, OK?">> She smiles wide.
<<carrie "Of course!">> she says. The two of you head to your apartment.
What am I doing?!
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<<elseif $party1==2>>It's Lizzie, the nervous girl you met earlier tonight. She's sitting all alone at the bus stop, looking increasingly uncomfortable. You check the time. <img src="images/lizzie/lizzieinnocent.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left">Looks like she missed the last bus. Guess she's not going to be making it back to the dorms tonight. You walk over to her to break the bad news.
<<you "Hey... Lizzie, right?">> you ask. She looks up at you and gives you a nod. She has a worried look on her face.
<<lizzie "Yeah. Hi, Professor.">> she says. You keep looking at her and eventually, it seems to make her uncomfortable and she looks away.
<<you "You know, the last bus was 10 minutes ago.">> you say, casually. She looks really worried.
<img src="images/lizzie/lizzieshocked.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"><<lizzie "OH SHIT! Really?!">> she asks.
<<you "Yup. Really.">> you say. She looks like she's gonna cry. She looks at you, pleading for a solution to her problem. <<you "So...">> she keeps looking at you. <<you "...Goodnight then.">> you say. You start to walk away, she starts to cry. As much as you want to avoid girl drama, you stop, and walk back. <<you "What's wrong?">> you ask. She looks at you through her tears.
<img src="images/lizzie/lizziesad.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"><<lizzie "EVERYTHING!">> she says. <<lizzie "I didn't even want to come to this party, but Carrie conviced me to come, and now she's gone and I'm stranded here!">> she cries. <<lizzie "Where am I supposed to even sleep tonight?">>
<<you "Why don't you just sleep at Casey's house?">> you ask. She cries even more.
<<lizzie "I don't even know Casey! I don't know anyone except Carrie!">> she says. <<lizzie "Besides, you were in there! That place is a disaster! I can't sleep there.">> she says.
There's an obvious solution here. Lizzie could spend the night at your place. Sure, it would be wildly inappropriate, but what about tonight HASN'T been wildly inappropriate. Let her spend the night, and she'd probably be pretty darn grateful too. But you need to make sure it's HER asking YOU, and not the other way round.
<<you "OK... well... I hope it all works out for you.">> you say. You start to walk away, and she grabs you by the arm.
<img src="images/lizzie/lizzieshocked.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"><<lizzie "Wait! You can't just leave me!">> she says.
<<you "Well... what do you expect me to do?">> you ask.
<<lizzie "Help me find Carrie?">>
<<you "I don't know where she is.">>
<img src="images/lizzie/lizzieinnocent.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"><<lizzie "Then... give me a ride to the dorms?">>
<<you "I don't have a car">>
Lizzie looks defeated. You start to walk away again. She stops you again.
<<lizzie "Can I... can I stay with you?">> she asks, meekly.
<<you "Absolutely not.">> you say. She starts crying again.
<<lizzie "PLEASE! Please I promise I won't bother you and I won't say anything to anyone about it!">> she pleads.
<img src="images/lizzie/lizziesad.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left">
<<you "Sorry, no.">> you say.
<<lizzie "PLEASE! I... I don't want to sleep at the bus stop all night.">> she says. She looks you right in the eyes, tears rolling down her face. <<lizzie "Please.">>
You look right at her and you know you've got her now.
<<you "OK, fine.">> you say, and walk off towards your apartment. She follows behind you silently and obediently. She's probably so grateful not to have to sleep at the bus stop, she'd be... well, yeah... grateful is a good word for it. She's gonna be awfully grateful. Time to see just how grateful.
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<<if $caseyparty==1>>Casey could really use a confidence boost right now. You've gotten to know her a little bit. Her parents have basically ignored her for her whole life, and you assume that since it's her birthday, she just wanted to be the center of attention for at least one day. Her jealousy of Kaylee's internet fame came out in an ugly way, but that's to be expected, and you don't really blame her for that.
<<you "Well, that fight seemed pretty harsh... especially on your birthday.">> you say. She smiles.
<img src="images/casey/caseywednesday411.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><<casey "I know! I can't believe Kaylee acted like such a bitch to me on my birthday! Couldn't she just give me ONE fucking day to myself, without her reminding me about how fucking popular she is?!">> she exclaims. <<casey "I mean, I know she has this whole JustFans following! She talks about it alll the fucking time!">>
<<you "She does.">>
<<casey "Yeah! And for one day, I just wanted to be the one that everyone was talking about.">> She looks sad.
<<you "Well, you were though, weren't you?">> you say. She looks a little confused.
<<casey "What?">>
<<you "Well, everyone was talking about you, and your party.">>
<<casey "Yeah, I guess. But Kaylee just couldn't stand me being more popular than her, even for one day.">> she says. She doesn't seem to want to let it go.
<<you "Look, I've gotten a chance to get to know Kaylee a bit now, and, you're right, she can be...">>
<img src="images/casey/caseywednesday412.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><<casey "A fucking attention whore?">>
<<you "Well... yeah. But, I think you know that she has her own reasons for that.">> you say. Casey starts to think about that. It's clear that she is good friends with Kaylee, even though they fought. She surely understands Kaylee's own insecurities, and how those affect her personality.
<<casey "I guess.">> she says.
<<you "She shouldn't have treated you the way she did. Especially not on your birthday. But are you really going to hold a grudge? Are you going to blow up your whole friendship with her just over this?">> you say. She looks like she's feeling a little guilty now.
<img src="images/casey/caseysad.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><<casey "I... I don't want to. I fucking love Kaylee. She's like my best fucking friend.">> she says.
<<you "Well, you don't have to. You get to choose how you handle this. You can apoligize to Kaylee, and if you do, she'd probably apologize to you too.">> you say. <<you "She's probably feeling bad about the way she acted too.">>
<<casey "You think so?">> she asks.
<<you "Well, you know her better than I do. What do you think?">> you ask. She thinks about it.
<<casey "You're probably right. We've gotten into fights before, and we always make up afterwards. She probably feels really bad right now.">> she says.
<img src="images/casey/caseygreet.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><<you "See?">> Casey smiles and hugs you.
<<casey "Well... I'll apologize tomorrow. Tonight, she deserves to feel bad... for a little while longer.">> she says with a smile. You chuckle.
<<you "OK, that's fair.">> you say. You look into her eyes. <<you "Are you going to be OK?">> you ask. She leans in and kisses you.
<<casey "Thank you. You always seem to say the thing that makes me feel better.">> she says.
<img src="images/casey/caseypartychoose.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><<you "No need to thank me.">> you say. She smiles and starts unbuttoning your pants.
<<casey "But... I really want to thank you.">> she says.
OK! This is happening. You've been a bit uncomfortable with how sexually charged your encounters with Casey have been. You're still worried about losing your job in some sort of sordid sexual scandal... that said, you've been doing a pretty shitty job of NOT getting involved with your students so far. So...
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<<elseif $caseyparty==2>>Casey's fishing for compliments. She craves that confidence boost that she would get from your affirmation of her hotness. You telling her that she's hotter than Kaylee would certainly get you into those panties. But it would also inflate her ego, which you don't want. No, Casey needs a dose of reality.
<<you "Look, if you want me to tell you that you're so much hotter than Kaylee...">> she looks excited. <<you "...And that I chose you because of that...">> she looks even more excited. <<you "...Well you're not gonna get it.">> you say. <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday411.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">She looks really disappointed and a bit angry.
<<casey "Then why are you here?!">> she says.
<<you "I wanted to see if you were OK.">> you say.
<<casey "So you did choose me!">> she says.
<<you "Why does it have to be a choice? Why are you so insecure that you need me to choose you? It's honestly pretty unattractive.">> you say. <img src="images/casey/caseywednesday412.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">She looks even angrier.
<<casey "Why are you being such a dick?">> she asks.
<<you "Look, are you really serious about starting your own JustFans?">> you ask. She's put off guard by your question.
<<casey "I mean... maybe.">> she says.
<<you "Look, if you reall wanted to do it, I think you could, and you could be successful... but not if you don't have confidence in yourself.">> you say.
<<casey "I have... confidence.">> she says, unconfidently.
<<you "No you don't. If you did, we wouldn't even be here. Do you think that Kaylee gets all those fans to support her without being confident?">> you say. She looks sad and doesn't respond. <<you "No. She's super confident when it comes to sex and being sexy.">> you say. She looks even sadder. <<you "So you're just not ready to play that game, I don't think.">> you say. You start to get up to leave. <img src="images/casey/caseydetermined.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">Casey seems to take this as a challenge. Exactly as you'd planned.
<<casey "I CAN PLAY THAT GAME!">> she says. She pushes you back onto the bed and starts stripping off her clothes. You really love it when a plan comes together.
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<<if $kayleeparty==1>><img src="images/kaylee/kayleepleading.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left">Kaylee's insecurities have really taken over here. There's one thing she really has confidence in, and it's her ability to be sexy. And rightfully so with the huge chunk of change she's making with her JustFans, she should be proud of herself. But now that Casey challenged her, and belittled her accomplishments, she's spiraling. She just needs a few compliments to remind her how sexy she is. <<you "Honestly, I think Casey is underestimating how much work goes into your success on JustFans.">> you say.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleeconfident.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "I KNOW! She has no idea how hard it was to grow my following!">> she says. <<kaylee "I don't understand why she can't just be happy for me! She's my best friend!">> she says. She looks down, disappointed. <<kaylee "Why is it always so hard with her?">> she asks. You know why. It's because Kaylee and Casey are both very insecure. But you don't want to tell her that now... no. That's not what she needs to hear.
<<you "Sometimes friendships are hard. You two have fought before, I take it?">> you ask.
<<kaylee "Yeah, all the time.">> she says.
<<you "But you're still friends?">> you ask.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleeknowing.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Of course we are! I fucking love her.">> she says. <<kaylee "That's why it hurts so much when she says shit like this.">>
<<you "Yeah, I understand.">> you say. <<you "But you should be proud of what you've been able to accomplish on JustFans, without needing her to praise you for it.">> you say.
<<kaylee "I guess.">> she says, sounding not fully convinced.
<<you "No, you should! You're super hot, and there are thousands of guys paying money just to look at you on a screen. How many other girls can say that?">> you say. She smiles.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleemeet.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Yeah!">>
<<you "Look, Casey's just jealous. She probably won't admit it, but we both know that's what's going on here, right?">>
<<kaylee "Yeah, totally!">>
<<you "And she'll get over that. She's probably just lashing out. Birthdays can be weird... emotionally.">>
<<kaylee "Yeah, probably.">>
<<you "But you just need to remember that you're the one who's been successful, and she's the one who wants what you already have.">> you say. <img src="images/kaylee/kayleesmile.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left">Kaylee smiles and nods. <<you "So are you gonna be OK?">> you ask. She smiles.
<<kaylee "Yeah. I am now.">> she says. She hugs you and you hug her back. After she lets go, you start to leave and she stops you.
<<you "What is it?">> you ask.
<<kaylee "What do you mean?">> she asks. You're a bit confused.
<<you "Well... you said you were OK.">> you say.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleesmile1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Yeah, but I still need to fuck you.">> she says, nonchalantly.
<<you "Wait... What?!">>
<<kaylee "Yeah, I mean... you want me to, right?">>
Hmmm...
RIGHT!
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<<elseif $kayleeparty==2>><img src="images/kaylee/kayleepleading.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left">Kaylee is waiting for you to tell her what she wants to hear, but you remain silent. After a few moments, she pushes you away. <<kaylee "Are you gonna say something?">> she asks.
<<you "What's there to say?">> you reply. She looks confused and a little annoyed.
<<kaylee "I thought you came in here to make me feel better?!">> she says.
<<you "How?">> you ask.
<<kaylee "I don't know! Tell me I'm hotter than Casey!">> she says.
<<you "But you're not. Not totally.">> you say. She looks really mad now.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleeshocked.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!">>
<<you "Look, some people surely think you're hotter than her, but others probably don't. Either way, what does that matter?">> you ask. She's still mad.
<<kaylee "Fuck you! It matters to me!">> she says.
<<you "Listen, Kaylee... your success on JustFans should be enough to boost your confidence, don't you think? Why do you need me to tell you you're hotter than her?">> you ask.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleenervous.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Well, why won't you just say it? Is it so hard?">> she asks. You're at a stalemate here. She wants to hear it, but you don't want to say it. <<kaylee "Tell me that Casey would never be able to be as successful as I am on JustFans.">>
<<you "I can't.">>
<<kaylee "Why not?">>
<<you "Because I'm not sure it's true.">>
<<kaylee "Fuck you! You know it's true!">>
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleesun.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left">
<<you "I don't.">> you say. Your words linger. She has no response. <<you "OK, how about you prove it?">>
There's a moment when she's unsure of what you're asking of her, but that moment passes quickly. Then she starts taking off her clothes.
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<<if $alyssaparty==1>><img src="images/alyssa/alyssadrunk.jpg" alt="alyssa drunk" class="left">You're not a creep, OK? You're not going to take advantage of Alyssa. Maybe in the past you would have, but you're trying to be a better person... sort of. You, instead, grab a blanket from the closet in your bedroom and bring it back out to her. By the time you get there, she's already asleep. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssasleep.jpg" alt="alyssa drunk" class="left">You drape it over he as she snores on the couch. You gently turn her on her side and carefully line up a trash can on the floor by her mouth. You hope if she vomits... that she has good aim. You also hope she doesn't roll over in her sleep and end up Hendrixing herself. Dead student on your couch would not be a good look for you.
You think to yourself about the ramifications of your decision here. You're still not convinced that Alyssa isn't trying to get you fired. And here, now, you have given her all the ammunition she would need to do so, by dragging her drunken, semi-conscious body into your apartment. While, technically you haven't done anything wrong... except attending a party with your students, and standing by while they all get really drunk, and making out with Casey a little, then there was the whole dancefloor thing with the other girls... OK... technically you have done several things wrong.
But you're still convinced, for some damn reason, that Alyssa will actually appreciate what you've done for her. After all, you decided to focus on her instead of Casey or Kaylee after the fight, and you gave her a warm place to sleep instead of slumped in the corner of a dirty bus stop. So... there's that, right? You'll have to just wait until tomorrow to find out if your actions will have consequences, and just what those consequences might be.
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<<elseif $alyssaparty==2>><img src="images/alyssa/alyssadrunk.jpg" alt="alyssa drunk" class="left">As much as you know that it would probably be the wrong decision to just fuck Alyssa while she's drunk out of her mind... you don't care at this point. You're pretty sure this is a regular occurence for her, and you're pretty convinced that she's not actually trying to get you fired. If she was, she probably would have made her play already. No, she wants you to squirm. You don't squirm.
You look at her lying on your couch. She smiles and giggles and slurs a bunch of nonsense words at you. Her face is a fucking mess from all the crying, drinking, (possibly puking), and what not. But her face doesn't really interest you... except maybe for her mouth. It's the rest of her that interests you, and she's really showing it off. You want to see if she's wearing panties or not. You sit down on the couch next to her.
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<<if $party1==1>><img src="images/carrie/carriekiss.jpg" alt="carrie kissing you" class="left">You both enter your apartment and you close the door behind you. You drop your keys on the table next to the door and are about to ask Carrie if she'd like a glass of water or something, when she grabs you and starts sloppily kissing you. You kiss her back out of instinct for a few seconds, then you realize what's going on. You're making out with a drunk student in your apartment. This is INAPPROPRIATE!
You push Carrie off of you, so forcefully that she falls back onto the couch. She smiles wildly at you. <<carrie "So that's how you want it?">> she says as she starts unbuttoning her shorts.
<img src="images/carrie/carrieparty.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"><<you "NO! STOP!">> you say. She stops, but keeps smiling at you from the couch.
<<carrie "I already promised I wouldn't tell anyone about this... if that's what you're worried about.">> she says. That is what you're worried about. But it would probably be best if NOTHING happened at all, rather than having to hide something. That said... she's looking REALLY FUCKING HOT right now.
<<you "Carrie... we're not gonna do this.">> you say. She pouts at you.
<<carrie "Why not?">> she asks.
<<you "Oh come on! You know why!">> you say. <<you "It's...">> she cuts you off.
<<carrie "Inappropriate?">> she says.
<<you "Yes.">>
<img src="images/carrie/carrieparty1.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"><<carrie "I know. But it's so fucking hot, right?">>
Goddamn these horny girls and this fucking island!
<<you "Look... I think you're really hot.">> you say. She blushes and smiles. <<you "But... you know I can't. I want to, but I can't.">> you say. She looks at you for a moment, then seems to concede. She buttons up her shorts.
<<carrie "OK. I get it.">> she says, a little disappointed.
<<you "Good. Thank you.">> you say.
<<carrie "So... can I get a blanket or something? For the couch?">> she asks.
<<you "Oh, you can just sleep in my bed.">> you reply. She gives you a funny look.
<<carrie "I thought you just said we couldn't do that?">>
<<you "I will sleep on the couch. Before you try to protest, I insist.">> you say.
<<carrie "I wasn't going to protest.">> she replies.
Oh. Fine then.
<img src="images/carrie/carrieparty2.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left"><<you "OK then. It's back there on the left.">> you point down the hall. <<you "So, good night. And let me know if you need anything.">> you say. She smiles and nods and heads into your bedroom. You lie down on the couch and are almost ready to sleep when she calls to you from down the hall.
<<carrie "Professor? Can you help me with something?">> she asks. In your torporous state, you fail to realize the game she's playing. You just get up and walk into the bedroom, expecting nothing crazy to happen.
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<<elseif $party1==2>>You both enter your apartment, Lizzie following dutifully behind you, and you close the door and lock it. You put the keys in your pocket. Lizzie stands there, nervously. You look right at her. Your gaze seems to make her even more uncomfortable. She speaks up to break the tension.
<img src="images/lizzie/lizzieparty.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"><<lizzie "So... nice place.">>
<<you "It's alright.">>
<<lizzie "Thanks for letting me crash here.">>
<<you "No problem. I'm sure this all ended up just the way you wanted it to.">> you say. She looks puzzled.
<<lizzie "What do you mean?">> she asks.
<<you "Come on. The way you and Carrie were acting at the party... it's pretty obvious.">> you say. She blushes, unable to make eye contact. <<you "You two were trying to bag the Sex Teacher.">> you say. She giggles, likely out of sheer panic. She's like the dog that finally caught the car. Now what is this little bitch gonna do about it?
<img src="images/lizzie/lizzieinnocent.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"><<lizzie "It was... it was more Carrie than me.">> she says. You take a step towards her.
<<you "Isn't that always the way? Always Carrie... never Lizzie.">> you say. Your words cut right through all the bullshit and straight to the bone. She looks a little upset.
<<lizzie "Yeah. It is.">>
<<you "She's always the one, right? The one all the guys are after, the one everyone's always talking about.">> you say. You take a step closer to her. She starts breathing more rapidly.
<<lizzie "Yes.">> she says.
<<you "Tell me something...">> you say. She looks right at you.
<<lizzie "What?">>
<<you "When I was holding my hand around Carrie's neck and fingering her at the party... what were you thinking?">> you ask. <img src="images/lizzie/lizzieshocked.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left">Your bold question has made her even more uncomfortable. She looks past you to the door behind you. <<you "Hey, if you wanna leave, be my guest.">> you say.
<<lizzie "NO!">> she blurts out. She doesn't want to sleep at the bus stop, but you're also convinced she really wants to be here right now, she's just new to all this kind of play.
<<you "Then tell me. How did it make you feel, watching me roughly fingering your friend right in front of you?">> She struggles to answer.
<img src="images/lizzie/lizziehorny.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left"><<lizzie "It... I wanted...">> she stammers. You let her squirm.
<<lizzie "I wanted it to be me.">> she says. Then she looks away, ashamed of her own desires.
<<you "Prove it.">> you say, as you start to unbuckle your pants. Her eyes widen. It's her moment of truth.
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<</nobr>>Before you know it, Casey's got your cock out of your pants and she's slurping it down at the edge of the bed. She's got skill when it comes to this, as you had assumed. She takes it all the way down her throat with relative ease, and keeps looking at you while she does it. A single tear rolls down her face, but other than that, she has no trouble deepthroating you. Maybe she was right about all the JustFans stuff. Seems like she just might have a future in the porn industry.
After a few minutes, she gets up and shows off her body to you. She shakes her little ass, stripping off her shorts, smiling at you, showing off those sexy, naughty braces of hers. You've really caught a live one here, you think to yourself. None of this is surprising. The first time you met Casey, she flashed you her tits. The second time you met her, you two had a heavy makeout session on the bus.
She slides her panties off and tosses them aside. You get a look at her tight little pussy, and it's beautiful. She notices you looking and giggles a little. <<casey "You like it?">> she asks. You just nod. She giggles again and turns around, shaking that little ass at you again. She bends over and you reach out and spread her ass apart, revealing her wet slit and cute asshole. <<casey "I love it when you touch me!">> she says. You love it too. <<casey "I need you inside me, NOW!">> she says. Who are you to argue with a girl on her birthday?
She gets onto the bed with you, puts her face down into the mattress and sticks her ass up in the air, presenting her musky, warm pussy for you. You take no time to get inside it, thrusting in and out as she moans in ecstasy. Her cute ass jiggles with every push and you give it a few soft smacks, just for fun.
<<casey "Mmm... yeah! Right there! Just like that!">> she moans.
It's getting pretty steamy, and you pull out for a minute, just to cool off a little, She flips over on her back. She spreads her legs wide and smiles up at you, waiting for you to enter her once again. You slide your cock into her wet pussy and rub her clit as she moans and smiles. You can feel her tightening on your cock with every moan. She's really enjoying this. <<you "Happy Birthday.">> you say. She smiles and bites her lip, lustily.
<<you "Time for your birthday present.">> you say. You pull out and start jerking your cock in front of her. She knows exactly what to do. She gets on her knees at the foot of the bed, opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. You take aim and let loose your load across her face. It hits her lips, dribbles across her braces, and pools on her tongue as she smiles up at you, looking you right in the eyes the whole time.
It's the best "thank you" she could have given you, and you're glad you could make her feel better. She swallows your cum in one swift gulp, then gets up and gives you a big hug. <<casey "I bet Kaylee wouldn't have thanked you like that.">> she says.
She definitely would have... but you don't need to say it.
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<</nobr>>Casey starts stripping down, eager to prove herself, but you're out of your clothes faster. You stand up on the bed and grab her head. She starts sucking your cock and you push it down her throat without a care for her. She struggles against it, but manages to choke it down. <<you "Good girl. That's it.">> you say. She tries to respond...
<<casey "Mmmph... thGLUPHank... you... sir... BLEECCH!">>
Hard to understand her with a cock in her mouth. She's trying, though.
But if she's really gonna get into the porn game like Kaylee, she needs to be able to take more punishment than that. You grab her head with both hands and roughly pound her throat as she kneels before you. She sputters and gags, but doesn't resist. You use her skull like a sex toy, ramming your cock in and out of her wet mouth.
You actually expected her to struggle more... and you are kind of disappointed that she isn't. After all... it's hotter when they struggle, right? She keeps her hands at her sides and take every thrust of your cock right down her throat. Oh well. There's certainly more punishment waiting for her.
Now that your cock is nice and wet, it's time to punish that little pussy. After all... she wanted this, right? You lie down on the bed and point to your hard cock. She gets the picture and climbs aboard. She starts slowly grinding on you, but you want more, so you grab her hips and start pounding away at her snatch. She moans and screams, nearly overwhelmed by the pleasure and pain. With every thrust, your balls slap against her plump ass.
<<casey "OH FUCK OH FUCK!">> she screams, over and over again. She's actually starting to impress you a little. Maybe you should take it easier on her?
You give her a break, but just long enough for her to switch positions. She turns around and rides you in reverse. She's bobbing up and down on you again, going at her own pace. We can't have that. You need to make it hard on her. You grab her roughly and lift her up so she's perched above you.
You viciously pound away at her pussy once again. She screams and winces. It's probably harder than she's been fucked before. Her fresh pussy will be sore and all used up in the morning... as it should be. You wonder if she's reconsidering her decisions. You hope she is. Regret is fucking hot.
Still, she has yet to "prove" herself. She needs to learn what taking dick is really like. You push her off and slide off the bed. She looks at you, dazed, waiting for whatever happens next. You push her legs apart, wrap your hands around her throat, and hammer her pussy even harder than before.
She's nearly crying now from the destruction. You give her a really hard thrust that makes her little toes curl up, and just when she thinks it's over, you pull her closer and pound her cunt even harder.
She's shaking, confused, used... just as it should be. Time to finish this little tryst the way it should be finished. <<you "ON YOUR KNEES!">> you command. She gets up on her knees just in time for you to cover her cute face with your cum. She even leans in a bit to make sure she catches it all. She's learning! She gives you a dazed little smile as she looks up at you, your cum dripping from her face.
<<casey "See? I told you I could do it.">> she says, breathing heavily.
<<you "Needs improvement.">> you say. <<you "But we'll work on it.">>
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<</nobr>>Kaylee starts taking off her shirt, and you follow her lead, stripping out of your clothes as well. She smiles and gets down on her knees. She takes your hard cock in her mouth and starts sucking it like the pro she is. This girl really is a superstar when it comes to sucking cock. She cradles your balls with one hand, stroking your shaft with the other. All the while, she's working the head of your cock with her soft lips and agile tongue. <<kaylee "You like it?">> she asks. You nod. <<kaylee "Just wait.">> she says with a smile. This girl really takes pride in her work, you think.
She starts sucking faster and more vigorously, using both hands to stroke you and getting your cock all the way down her throat with ease. She uses her spit to keep it nice and lubricated while her hands rub and stroke you in between gulps and gags. She's practiced this, you can tell. And practice makes perfect, as they say. That said, if ever she needed more practice, you'd likely help her. You're a nice guy, after all.
When she's really got your motor running, she stands up and strips off her skirt. Now totally naked, she leans over the bed and raises one leg, presenting her pussy. <<kaylee "Show me how horny I make you.">> she says. Challenge accepted!
You line up your cock with her dripping pussy and slide into her in one, clean stroke. <<kaylee "OH! Oh My God!">> she moans as you start to thrust into her. Her eyes roll back in her head and she whimpers from the sensations running through her nerves. You reach out and play with her nipple, only increasing her pleasure.
The two of you fuck each other with hot, wet intensity, and after several minutes, you need to take a little break. She looks up at you from the bed with a devilish smile. <<you "What are you thinking?">> you ask. She rolls onto her back and lifts up her legs.
<<kaylee "I want you in my ass!">> she says. You smile. Her little asshole puckers with anticipation as you line up and plunge your hard dick deep inside it. She spreads he cheeks with her hands so you can get all the way into her asshole. She winces and moans, but keeps smiling up at you until the pleasure becomes too much for her, and she closes her eyes and throws her head back.
The sensation is too much for you to take. You thrust harder and faster, approaching your climax. <<you "Kaylee... I'm gonna cum!">> you tell her. She smiles.
<<kaylee "Cum in my asshole, Professor! Fill me up!">> she says with a giggle. That's all you need to hear. You let loose your load deep in her tight butt and, eventually, pull out and let it dribble down onto the bedsheets. She keeps her ass spread wide so as to let it all come out.
<<you "So that's how you wanted to thank me, huh?">> you ask.
<<kaylee "What did you think, Teach?">>
<<you "A plus, Kaylee. A plus.">>
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<</nobr>>If she's getting naked, then you'd better do the same. You strip out of your clothes and lie on the bed. Kaylee immediately goes to work deepthroating your cock. And, if this bitch is really serious about proving that she's Top Slut, you don't want to make it easy for her. You grab her head and force it down on your cock, thrusting upwards into her mouth and throat. She gags and struggles, but you don't let her go. You want to see how long she can keep this up. You can't see her face, but you imagine her eyes are rolling back into her head and tearing up as she chokes on your dick.
After several minutes of this, Kaylee is a slobbering mess. Her eyes are red and watery, her makeup is running, and her face is smeared with spit and precum. She's looking more and more like Top Slut by the minute. She climbs on top of you, to really prove herself, but you don't let her go easy. No, you grab her by the hips and jackhammer her sloppy pussy as hard and as fast as you can. She moans and screams and struggles to make coherent words. A stream of vulgar filth flows from her mouth. <<kaylee "Fuck my slutty pussy! Make me your filthy cum whore!">> she screams. You intend to.
You tire of having her in this position. <<you "Turn around!">> you command. She smiles vacantly and does as she's told. You grab her hips again and slam her body down onto your cock. She bounces up and down on it, moaning, slobbering, drooling and rubbing her clit while you pound her relentlessly.
<<kaylee "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!">> she screams. She's asking for it... You don't want to disappoint her.
You've been taking it easy on her so far, now it's time to really fuck. You push her off of you and she collapses onto the bed. No time for resting, though. You grab her roughly and pull her ass towards you. You slam your cock into her pussy from behind, pummeling her body with your strokes. She looks back over her shoulder and begs for more. <<kaylee "HARDER! Fuck me HARDER! Beat that pussy up!">> she yells. You pound away at her from behind, destroying her pussy in a frenzy of lust and unbridled depravity.
Just when you're about to bust, she spins around and lines up her face with your cock. This girl knows what time it is. A few quick strokes of your hand and you're cumming huge, thick loads all over her slutty face. She takes them all, breathlessly panting as you cover her in your seed. When you've finally finished, she sucks the last drops out of your cock and smiles up at you. <<you "Looks like you're Top Slut after all, Kaylee.">> you say.
<<kaylee "Fuck yeah I am!">> she replies.
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<</nobr>>Alyssa is sitting on the couch, rubbing her hands on her body and trying to seduce you. But she's so drunk, she can barely speak. <<alyssa "I... I knew it... was... I... you were...">> she stammers. She's not making any sense. As she slurs whole sentences, She spreads her legs a little and you can see she's not wearing panties. That seems like an invitation if ever you've seen one. Not that you really need an invitation. The die has been cast, and you've made the decision to fuck this little slut, regardless of how she feels about it. That said, she does seem to be into it... in her own drunken way.
You reach out and help her spread her legs. She smiles and moves her hand down to rub her pussy. <<alyssa "Taht... you like ma puthhy? Huh da da... you?">> she mumbles. I wonder if she even understands what's happening right now, you think to yourself. She seems like she's enjoying it, though. You reach out and put your fingers in her wet pussy. She moans. She takes your hand and holds it there, grinding her cunt against your fingers. <<alyssa "Oh ma GAA! YE me yah!">> she blubbers. What the fuck is she even saying?
<<you "Whatever you say, Alyssa.">> you say. She smiles and keeps mumbling gibberish.
You lean over her and look her right in the eyes as you finger her deeper and more roughly. She screws up her face and pants like a dog. You keep looking right at her, maintaining your power over her drunken body. She's squirming beneath you as you keep plunging your fingers into her wet slit. Her body writhes with pleasure. She looks up aty you with pleading eyes.
She really looks a mess, though. She smiles a little, giggles a little, and looks like she's about to pass out... a little. She's ready now.
You pick her up and carry her to your bedroom. She puts up no resistance, in fact, it seems like she know's what to do. She strips off her clothes and falls face first into the bed.
You strip down too and slide in behind her. You stuff your hard cock into her pussy and pound away at her as she mumbles and drools into your pillow. The room is quiet but for her slurred words and the squishing sound of her wet snatch around your dick. <<alyssa "I'm a goog girl... I... you love... girl, right?">> she mumbles.
<<you "Whatever you say, Alyssa.">> you reply as you fuck her even harder. It's not long before you're ready to cum. You know better than to let loose inside of her, so you pull out, and just as you're about to pop, she rolls over and, for the first time, speaks clearly.
<<alyssa "All over my face.">> she says. Well... OK then. You straddle her chest and jerk off right over her face. It only takes a few strokes, and you spurt out a few ropes of cum. One lands on her eye, the other on her mouth. She giggles, drunkedly. You're recovering when she looks up at you, smiling and playing with your cum a bit. <<alyssa "I love you, daddy.">> she says, then blows you a little kiss and immediately passes the fuck out.
You survey the scene. Alyssa, your nemesis, the girl you're still not sure is not trying to get you fired, is naked, passed out, in your bed, covered with your cum. This could be... problematic. But fuck it. You'll worry about that shit in the morning. You flop down beside her, and within minutes, you too are asleep.
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<</nobr>>You blink twice and try to figure out what exactly you're seeing. Carrie is naked, on your bed, legs spread wide, furiously masturbating. You have no words except... <<you "OH GOD.">>
<<carrie "Fuck me, Professor! PLEASE FUCK ME!">> she begs. All your thoughts leave your brain. You're no longer thinking about possibly getting fired. The one thing you can think is, "Well, she asked politely." Without wasting another minute, you strip off your clothes and join Carrie in your bed.
You lie down beside her and she immediately gets to work. She takes your rock hard member in her mouth and starts to suck. The sensation is overwhelming, and you lie back and moan, <<you "Oh Carrie... Oh God.">>
<<carrie "Mmm. Yes!">> she says with a little smile. She goes right back to blowing you. You're still struggling to catch up to tonight's events; things are happening so fast. You knew this was Carrie's plan all along, to get you in bed, you just didn't think you'd fall for her trap so easily.
After she sucks you off for a bit, getting you all riled up, you simply cannot deny her any longer. You need to be inside her. You slide yourself down in the bed and she slides up a bit so that your naughty parts are aligned. You plunge your dick into her wet, fresh pussy and attack it with long, firm strokes while she moans and whimpers in your ear.
After a few minutes, you pull out. You're about to cum, and you don't want this to end just yet. Apparently, neither does Carrie. She gets up on her knees and straddles you. With one swift move, she puts your cock inside her and starts you ride you. Her hips grind and her tits bounce as she fucks you.
Her body is just so fit, naturally fit. Youth is still strong with her, and gravity has done absolutely nothing to affect her incredible figure. You grab handfuls of her firm, young ass as she bounces up and down on you. <<carrie "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Sex Teacher! TEACH ME!">> she moans.
It's about all you can take. <<you "I'm gonna cum!">> you announce to her. She heeds your warning and climbs off you, quickly getting down on her knees. She's done this before, you think. You jack off a few strokes over her cute face before unleashing a torrent of cum across it. She smiles and purrs contently, and licks her lips as your seed dribbles down across them.
After you've recovered, and she's cleaned herself up a bit, you're both lying in your bed together. <<you "You tricked me.">> you say. She giggles.
<<carrie "Are you mad?">> she asks. How could you be mad at her right now?
<<you "Yes.">> you say, not very convincingly. She giggles again.
<<carrie "Well... take a few minutes to get yourself ready...">> she says. <<carrie "Then I'll properly apologize to you.">> She kisses you on the cheek and starts rubbing your cock. It springs back to life. Here we go again, you think.
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<</nobr>>She's still a bit unsure of herself as you start to help her take off her clothes. She seems to get it and continues as you strip down as well. Before you know it, she's on her knees with your cock in her mouth. <<you "Good girl.">> you say. <<you "Now look up at me.">> you tell her. She obeys and looks up at you with timid eyes, as if to ask, "Am I doing it right?" She's doing just fine, for someone who you can tell really doesn't know what she's doing. She's clearly in over her head here. In fact, she probably doesn't know whether or not she wants to be doing any of this... but she's doing it anyway.
You help her stand up and point to your table. <<you "Lie down on your back.">> you say. She looks a little worried, but does as you say. She knows what's about to happen. You line up your hard cock with her tight pussy and slide in. She winces a little, but manages to put on a fake happy face. You speed up your strokes, and she holds onto the table for support as you thrust into her over and over again. Then she looks up, worried.
<<lizzie "I'm... I'm not on birth control.">> she says.
<<you "Don't worry.">> you say. You don't want the added problems of potentially impregnating a Harrington student, so you make the decision to do the right thing here.
You fuck her ass instead.
Now here's something she REALLY doesn't want to be doing. She looks at you as if to ask, "Do I really have to do this?" and you just smile at her as it to say, "Of course you do." She whimpers as you slide into her asshole. It's exponentially tighter than her pussy and it takes you several slow strokes to loosen her up.
You continue to fuck her ass as she continues to grimace from the pain and humiliation of it. She's started to prove herself to you, but there's still more she can do. <<you "Get on top.">> you command. You keep your words simple, you're sure her little brain is pretty overwhelemed. She does as she's told and balances atop you. You thrust up into her asshole and she squirms and grimaces from the violation.
After several minutes, you feel your climax coming. You thrust hard and make her yelp loud from the shock of it. Her little scream sets you off and you explode in her ass, unleashing your semen into her little brown hole. When you've shot it all, you slowly remove your cock from her ass and let your seed drip out. You push her off you and stand up. She looks at you, waiting for some kind of affirmation, but you say nothing. You simply leave her, naked on your couch, with your cum dripping out of her asshole, and go to your bedroom for some much needed sleep.
She's proved enough for now... but you're sure this is only the beginning for you and little Lizzie.
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<</nobr>>The time has come to go to your bed. You fall asleep quickly, after all, it's been a long day... and a long week. As eventful as the week has been, you're looking forward to the weekend. You'll have some time off from teaching, so maybe you'll get a chance to see some of the women you've met so far... and you've met quite a few.
You sleep soundly, not realizing...
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<</nobr>>As morning dawns, a ray of sunlight pours through the blinds of your bedroom window, hitting you straight in the face. You exist, for several minutes, in a state of half sleep, half wake, until the sunlight wins the battle and you eventually open your eyes.
You squint at the bright light. Your head hurts a little, and your stomach is a bit rebellious this morning. You didn't drink all that much last night, but as you get older, you're finding that your hangovers are more pronounced and debilatating. Still, it's nothing a hot shower, a cup of coffee, and some greasy breakfast won't fix.
As you prepare yourself, mentally, to start your day, you rememeber back to last night. The party went... not well, exactly... but as expected. They all got drunk, they all got horny, there was a big fight... and there will certainly be some fallout.
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<</nobr>>It all comes back to you after a moment's thought. Casey was upset, and since it was her party, you decided to check in on her and see how she was doing. Somehow, it ended with you fucking her and cumming on her face. You can't say that it was your intention from the start, in fact, you distinctly remember reminding yourself NOT to fuck your students when you started this job way back then... a week ago...
Really? It's only been a week? Seems like it's been months! Doesn't matter now. What matters is... you fucked Casey HARRINGTON. You know her family is basically in charge of this little island, and you're not sure what kind of consequences or outcomes your little trist will cause, good or bad.
You get up and make some coffee and breakfast and get ready for your day.
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<</nobr>>It all comes back to you after a moment's thought. Kaylee. She was upset after the fight and you checked to see how she was doing. Then... you fucked her. <<if $lesson4==2>>And it wasn't the first time either. Don't forget your little office adventure with her... and her asshole. You've been trying NOT to fuck your students... sort of. You know that it could get you in a lot of trouble, but... they're... hot. And seemingly hot for you as well. And Kaylee is a real sex maniac.<<else>> You've been trying NOT to fuck your students... sort of. You know that it could get you in a lot of trouble, but... they're... hot. And seemingly hot for you as well. And Kaylee is a real sex maniac. This was bound to happen at some point, right?<</if>>
You're not sure what the consequences of your recent endeavors with Kaylee will be, and you're not in a position to think about that now. You need some coffee. Besides, what's done is done. You can't really put the toothpaste (cum) back in the tube (your dick) at this point.
You get up and make yourself some coffee and breakfast and get ready for your day.
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<</nobr>>It all comes back to you after a moment's thought. Alyssa. She's sleeping on your couch right now. She was nearly blacked out at the bus stop last night, and you decided to take her in, and give her a warm place to spend the night. It was the decent thing to do. Even though you two have been at odds with each other, and you're still not convinced she's not trying to get you fired, you knew you weren't going to let her sleep on the cold floor of that dirty bus stop. You're better than that.
She's probably going to be VERY hungover. In fact, you should probably go check to make sure she didn't pull a Mama Cass and choke on her own vomit during the night. THAT would really be bad. There's no way you could explain away the consequences of a dead student on your couch.
You head to the living room and find Alyssa sitting on the couch with her eyes closed and her head down. She's trying hard not to vomit. She looks like she's having a really bad morning. You sneak up behind her and when you get close, you speak loudly. <<you "Good morning, sunshine!">> you say.
She looks up at you with her typical scowl, but now with an undercurrent of nausea. You smile. She scowls even harder.
<<alyssa "Why am I on your couch?">> she asks.
<<you "You would have rather I left you passed out at the bus stop all night?">> you reply.
She thinks for a moment. <<alyssa "I don't need your help, you know.">> she says, defiantly. You chuckle again.
<<you "OK, sure. Whatever you say, Alyssa.">>
She's about to retort but her nausea starts to overpower her. She needs to pause to prevent herself from throwing up. You head to the kitchen and start the coffee. When you return, she's in roughly the same state. She groans in discomfort.
<<you "You know, you'd feel better if you just get it over with and throw up.">> you say. She shakes her head. <<you "Bathroom's down the hall, you know?">> you say.
<<alyssa "I'm fine.">> she retorts. Then her eyes widen, suddenly. She's past the point of no return, and she knows it.
<<you "Down the hall...">> you say, as she springs up and runs for the bathroom. You listen to her loudly puking. The sound makes you chuckle again. You head to the kitchen to make some breakfast. Just as you're finishing up the eggs, she emerges and sits at the table. you silently put a cup of coffee and a plate full of greasy breakfast in front of her, along with a big glass of water and two aspirin.
She eats and drinks in silence. You join her. The two of you spend the entire meal not speaking or making eye contact. When she finishes, she gets her things together and heads for the door.
Just before she leaves she looks back at you. <<alyssa "Thank you.">> she says. You smile.
<<you "You're welcome.">>
With that, she leaves, closing the door behind her. What a fucking night.
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<</nobr>>It all comes back to you after a moment's thought. Alyssa. She was really hammered, and you found her at the bus stop last night. You decided to take her to your place. Then... what happened then?
Think.
THINK.
THINK!!
Oh yeah...
Now you remember...
You fucked her while she was barely cognizant and came all over her face.
She called you "Daddy." Hmmm...
Did that really happen? If so, it could be a problem for you.
You turn your head and open your eyes, expecting, dreading the sight of Alyssa, passed out in your bed next to you.
That would be bad.
What you see is actually worse. There's an empty spot in the bed next to you and a smear of makeup and dried cum on the pillow. She was here, but now she's gone.
FUCK.
You thought you'd have the opportunity to talk to her this morning, and maybe try to lessen the consequences of your recklessness. But she's just gone, out there, in the wild. And you both know what you did last night. And it's not something she's likely to forgive, or forget. You might be really fucked here.
But there's nothing you can really do about it now, so you get up, make coffee, and get ready to start your day.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/carrie/carriemorning.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left">
<img src="images/carrie/carriesuck.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left">
<img src="images/carrie/carriebed.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left">
<img src="images/carrie/carriehorny.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left">
<img src="images/carrie/carriesad.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left">
<img src="images/carrie/carriebody.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left">
<</nobr>>You're lost in thought as you open your eyes and yawn. Then you hear a voice from beside you. <<carrie "Good morning!">> Your eyes widen as it all comes rushing back to you. Carrie. You met her, you brought her to your apartment, you fucked her...
And she's still here.
Panic sets in, but you manage to control it and respond. <<you "Hello">> you say, awkwardly. You turn to look at her and she smiles at you. She leans in and starts kissing you and rubbing her hands all over your body. You can't help but kiss her back, even though your brain is screaming at you to STOP!
She gets ready to start sucking your cock. This is a bad situation. Fucking a student, even if it's not technically one of your students, is bad. This could get you in a lot of trouble. You've tried (not completely successfully, admittedly) to keep your hands off of, and your dick out of, Harrington students. Now there's one in your bed, making out with you, and ramping up for round two.
You snap back to your senses and stop her. <<you "Carrie, stop. We can't!">> you say. She giggles and rolls onto her side giving you a view of her perky tits.
<<carrie "That's not what you were saying last night, Sex Teacher!">> she says. She starts rubbing your cock. It's rock hard already, and this is making it harder.
<<you "Last night shouldn't have happened, Carrie. It was-">> She cuts you off. She looks at you with horny desire in her eyes.
<<carrie "Naughty? Dirty? Fucking HOT?!">> she questions.
It was all of those things, you think. But you need to stop this.
<<you "It was great. Really.">> you say. She smiles. <<you "But you and I both know it can't keep happening.">>
Her smile drops. She looks a little sad. <<carrie "I know. I just... I thought maybe we could just let it go a little longer.">>
<<you "Look, Carrie. You're a great girl, and I realize that the pool of available guys on the island is not very large. But I'm a teacher, and you're a student. If this keeps up, you know I'm gonna get fired, right?">> you ask. She seems to understand. She stops rubbing your cock and gets out of bed.
<<carrie "Yeah, I get it. Look, you don't have to worry about me telling anyone. I had fun! I don't want you to get fired.">> she says. That's a fucking relief, you think.
<<you "I'm glad you understand, and that you're so mature about it.">> you say.
<<carrie "Well, before I go... just take a look at what you're missing out on.">> she says, showing off her gorgeous naked body to you one last time. She winks at you. <<carrie "You just let me know if you ever change your mind.">> she says. With that, she gets dressed and departs, leaving your dick hard and your balls blue.
You lie there for a few minutes while your boner deflates. Then you get up and make coffee. Time to start your day.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/lizzie/lizziebedshy.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left">
<img src="images/lizzie/lizziesmile.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left">
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<img src="images/lizzie/lizziebedknees.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left">
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<</nobr>>All this thinking is making your head hurt. You want coffee. What else is new? You sit up and roll out of bed, taking the covers with you. You hear a little whimper from behind you and turn to see little Lizzie, naked in your bed, covering herself awkwardly with her hands. She looks uncomfortable being naked in front of you.
Oh yeah, you think...
Her.
It all comes back to you. The party, the drinking, the girl at the bus stop, your decision to let her sleep at your place... and the ass sex. You really let it all go last night, didn't you? You look at her and she looks at you. <<you "Uhh... Lizzie, right?">> you ask. You're half joking. You're nearly sure that was her name.
<<lizzie "Yeah.">> she says, still covering herself. <<lizzie "Your couch is really... uncomfortable. So I came in here to sleep. I hope you don't mind.">> You kinda do mind, but what's done is done. There's an awkward silence. You really want her to leave, but you also want to make sure she's not going to be a problem for you. You smile at her.
<<you "Some night, huh?">> you say. She smiles a little. That's a good sign. <<you "Did you have fun?">> you ask. She hesitates.
<<lizzie "Yeah.">> she says, unconvincingly.
<<you "Oh come on! It wasn't that bad, was it?">> you ask with a sly smile. She smiles back a little more.
<<lizzie "No, I... I liked it.">> she says. She's looking to you for a reply.
<<you "I liked it too.">> you say, with a smile. She giggles a little. Looks like all she needed was a little affirmation. She moves her hands away from her body, showing off her goods. And they are some mighty fine goods. In all the rush last night, you didn't really take the time to appreciate Lizzie's sexy young body. Now you do just that, from her itty bitty titties to her cute little pussy, complete with perfect landing strip. Lizzie's a real knockout. And she doesn't even know it.
She's expecting some more praise. These girls live for that shit. You could give it to her, and make her keep smiling...
But...
Instead, you turn to walk out to the kitchen to start the coffee. She looks a little awkward and sits up from the bed. She looks at you, pining desperately for validation.
<<lizzie "Did you... ">> she stutters. <<lizzie "Do you really like me?">> she asks. She waits for you to answer with hope in her eyes.
You look at her, naked, on her knees in your bed, biting her lip and begging for your approval. It makes you want to just grab her and pin her down and fuck her all over again...
But...
Coffee.
Better just tell her what she wants to hear.
<<you "You were great, Lizzie.">> you say. She giggles and hops up from the bed. She hugs you.
<<lizzie "Just wait until Carrie hears about this!">> she says. You push her away from you.
<<you "Woah, you can't tell anyone about this, Lizzie.">> you say. She looks confused and disappointed.
<<lizzie "Why not?">> she asks. You sigh. Is she really that dumb?
<<you "Lizzie, what do you think happens to me once the whole campus finds out what we did?">> you ask. She thinks for a moment, then seems to get it.
<<lizzie "Oh yeah. You're right.">> she says. She smiles. <<lizzie "I won't tell anyone.">> she says. You're not sure you believe her, but what's done is done.
The two of you have coffee together, then she heads out, leaving you to start your day.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/saturday7/emptyfridge.jpg" alt="empty fridge" class="left">
<img src="images/intro/bellend.jpg" alt="bellend tower" class="left">
<img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left">
<</nobr>>It's getting later in the morning now, and there's definitely some things you need to do. Coffee is taken care of. That's always the number one concern. But after that... you need to go shopping for food today as your fridge is nearly empty. That means returning to the little general store in town. Last time you were there, you ran into $ai.name. It was an... interesting encounter... to say the least.
Your thoughts drift beyond that memory to the present, and how $ai.name is doing with that little problem that sprung up yesterday. The minor problem of thousands of rats overtaking a building, your building, on campus. She's probably pretty stressed out about it. You're not sure if she normally works on weekends, but you're pretty sure she's at work on this specific weekend. Maybe you should drop by her office in Bellend and see what's going on? Even if she's not there, you might be able to get some info about the rat situation.
<<link "Go to the store first and then swing by Bellend Tower after." "saturday 7-2a">><</link>>
<<link "Go to Bellend Tower first then go shopping at the store after." "saturday 7-2b">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg apartment>>
<img src="images/ai/aifiles.jpg" alt="ai" class="left">
<img src="images/intro/bellend.jpg" alt="bellend tower" class="left">
<</nobr>>You decide to visit $ai.name first to see what's being done about the rat army. It's been on your mind ever since you spoke with her briefly yesterday. It's kinda hard to not think about thousands of rats loose in the building where you have to teach and meet with students every day. You'd like to know what the plan is, and who better to talk to about it than $ai.name.
You get yourself together and head to the bus stop. Sitting there, waiting for the shuttle, you look across the street at Casey's house. It's quiet, but it's clear from the litter on the lawn that there was a massive party there last night. And no one has cleaned up yet. They're probably still sleeping it off. The bus arrives and whisks you away towards campus. Before you know it, you see the giant phallus of an admin building, and the bus slows to a stop. You get off and head inside to look for $ai.name.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2b1">><</link>><<if $ai.second == 1 or $ai.second == 5>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/ai/aistressed.jpg" alt="ai stressed" class="left">
<img src="images/ai/aistressed1.jpg" alt="ai stressed" class="left">
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<</nobr>>When you get to her office, the door is open, and you can see her inside. She looks REALLY stressed. That's to be expected, given the situation. You head into her office and greet her. <<you "Hi, $barbie.name.">> She looks up at you with a bit of a startled expression. Even though she's already really stressed, your presence seems to stress her out even more. Not surprising. Less than a week ago you were abusing her and working on making her your slave. That seems to have still stuck with her. Imagine that?
<<barbie "What... what are you doing here?">> she asks, nervously. You give her a sinister smile.
<<you "What? I can't just drop in on my favorite girl and see how she's doing?">> you ask. You can tell she doesn't like you calling her "girl," but infantilizing her is so fun. It really makes her squirm, and that's really entertaining for you.
<<barbie "Look, you can't be here. I'm too busy!">> she says. You continue to just smile at her. She's trying to regain her authority, but you know that somewhere inside, she really wants you to be there. Just like you know that somewhere inside, she really wants you to dominate her. You remember back to last weekend. You manhandled her, and she seemed to secretly like it, right? Well, whether she did or not... who fucking cares? Her feelings don't factor into this.
<<you "That's cute.">> you say, keeping that smile on your face. <<you "So how are the rats doing?">> you ask, casually. She looks like she might cry, but holds it back, just barely.
<<barbie "Oh god. It's a nightmare.">> she says, shaking her head. She can't even look at you. You walk into her office and close the door behind you. She's just sitting there behind her desk, looking at the floor, forlorn and defeated. It warms your heart (and your dick) to see this woman in such a state.
<<you "Hey come on.">> you say as you walk around her desk towards her. <<you "It's OK.">> you say. You're standing right next to her, stroking her hair. She starts to cry a little. <<you "Don't cry.">> you say. She keeps crying.
<<barbie "How... can... I...">> she blubbers, uninteligibly through her tears. You keep stroking her hair, gently. She seems to soften to your touch. She's letting down her emotional defenses. It must be so stressful for her keeping them up all the time, with all that's going wrong around her. Part of you feels bad for her and thinks you should just leave her be for today. Another part of you wants to take this opportunity to fuck her into submission and remind her that there's nothing she can do about it... and that secretly, it's exactly what she wants.
<<link "Take pity on her." "saturday 7-barbie1">><</link>>
<<link "Take a piece of that pussy." "saturday 7-barbie2">><</link>>
<<elseif $barbie.second == 6>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/barbie/barbiech2preview.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left">
<img src="images/barbie/barbieignore.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left">
<</nobr>>When you get to her office, the door is open, and you can see her inside. She looks REALLY stressed. That's to be expected, given the situation. You head into her office and greet her. <<you "Hi, $barbie.name.">> She looks up at you and gives you a polite, but brief smile. <<barbie "What can I do for you, professor $you.fakelastName?">> she asks. She doesn't really seem to be paying close attention to you. Given the situation, she's probably really busy. She's distracted, sure, but you still need to know what's going on.
<<you "I was just checking to see what's going on with the rats?">> you ask. She shakes her head, looking a little annoyed with you.
<<barbie "You and everyone else.">> she says with frustration in her voice. She shifts her attention back to her work, looking back down at her desk. You gathter she's being asked this a lot. She doesn't seem too happy about it either. <<barbie "Look, I'll tell you what I told everyone else. I'm doing everything I can to fix the problem.">> she says, dismissively. You understand that she's stressed, but you also don't like how she's brushing you off. After all, she's not the one that has to teach in that building on Monday.
You and $barbie.name got off on the wrong foot, initially. She doesn't really like you, and you don't really like her. But the two of you seemed to have come to an understanding last weekend. You could just accept her answer, and assume that everything will be fixed by Monday, or you could remind her just how important you are, and that she needs to respect you.
<<link "Leave her alone, she's stressed enough." "saturday 7-barbie3">><</link>>
<<link "Remind her that she needs you more than you need her, and get the respect you deserve." "saturday 7-barbie4">><</link>>
<<else>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/barbie/barbiedesksmile.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left">
<img src="images/barbie/barbieofficestrip1.jpg" alt="barbie stripping" class="left">
<</nobr>>When you get to her office, the door is open, and you can see her inside. She looks REALLY stressed. That's to be expected, given the situation. You head into her office and greet her. <<you "Hi, $barbie.name.">> She sees you and immediately smiles. She gets up, walks over to you and plants a big kiss right on your lips. <<you "Wow, OK we're doing this now, huh?">> you ask. She giggles like a schoolgirl. You really got her smitten with you, it seems. <<you "You don't care about anyone seeing us?">> you ask.
<<barbie "It's Saturday. No one's here on Saturday.">> she replies. Then she seems to rethink that. She closes the office door. <<barbie "But... better safe than sorry.">> she says. She starts taking off her clothes. She's looks like she's about to jump you. You put your hands up.
<<you "Easy, tiger.">> you say.
<<barbie "Don't you mean cougar?">> she asks, making a cat-claw gesture with her hands and pawing at your clothes. It's a pretty bad joke, but you're not really thinking about comedy at this point. She seems like she really wants to go at it right here, right now. Maybe she needs the stress relief. Probably.
But something tells you that she may end up regretting it if she does. She's riding an emotional rollercoaster right now, and you know that decisions made under those circumstances can often lead to regret. Even though the two of you have already been frisky before, you don't want to do something that might ruin what's developing between you two. And you don't want to take advantage of her... do you?
<<link "Put a stop to her advances... for the time being." "saturday 7-barbie5">><</link>>
<<link "FUCK. RIGHT. NOW." "saturday 7-barbie6">><</link>>
<</if>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/barbie/barbiecry.jpg" alt="barbie crying" class="left">
<img src="images/barbie/barbiedisheveled.jpg" alt="barbie disheveled" class="left">
<img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet9.jpg" alt="barbie confused" class="left">
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<</nobr>>It seem's like $barbie.name is already pretty broken. Here she is, an educated, accomplished, and seemingly strong woman... and she's blubbering like a little baby, sobbing into your stomach whilst you pat her head like a sad dog. You could definitely take advantage of her right now. With what you've already done to her, she'd have little fight left in her. She'd have to just take whatever you do to her without question or hesitation.
And, certainly, the old you, the psychopath who cares little for anyone, would do just that. But part of moving to the island was getting a fresh start, remember? A new home, a whole new you. And the new you actually kinda feels bad for $barbie.name. Sure, she may be a narcissistic whore... but even narcissistic whores need a little sympathy from time to time.
You keep stroking her hair and she cries for a few more minutes. After her tears stop, she collects herself and smiles up at you. Her face is a mess, of course, so she looks hilariously disheveled. You stifle a laugh. <<barbie "Wow. I guess I really needed that.">> she says, wiping her eyes.
<<you "I guess so.">> you say. She continues to clean herself up while you take a seat and relax. She may be in the middle of a stress shitstorm, but for you, it's just another sunny Saturday. She looks across the desk at you. A strange expression comes across her face, like she's meeting you for the first time and doesn't know what to think about it. It makes sense, really. I mean, you've been nothing but mean, abusive, and dominating to her so far. Now here you are comforting her in her time of need. It must be a real shock to her system. She doesn't know exactly how to handle it.
<<barbie "Why...">> she starts. You cut her off.
<<you "Why am I being nice to you?">> you ask. It's as if you read her mind. It makes her look even more uncomfortable. She just nods.
You take a moment to let her stew and to think about how to reply.
<<you "I'm...">>
She waits, looking at you.
<<you "...Mercurial.">> you say. With that, you get up and head out the door. As you walk down the hallway, you wonder what she makes of your response. Maybe she accepts it. Maybe she's even more confused.
<<set $barbie.third=1>>
Or maybe she's just looking up what "mercurial" means. Either way, it's time to <<link "get on with your day and head to the store." "saturday 7-2d">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/barbie/barbiescared.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left">
<img src="images/barbie/barbiescared1.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left">
<</nobr>>You stroke her hair a few more times while she keeps crying. <<you "I know just what you need.">> you say, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back. She's shocked by your aggression, but you know that she likes it rough. She looks at you with fear and lust in her eyes.
<<barbie "What are you going to do?">> she asks, timidly. You're about to find out, bitch! You lift her to her feet by her hair. She winces and squeals while you strip off her clothes. She squirms a little, but doesn't really resist you. She wants it. You finish stripping her down then throw her onto the couch.
She looks up at you, half naked, fully vulnerable. You're just trying to decide which of her holes you're going to destroy first. Then, one of the holes speaks. <<barbie "Why are you doing this?">> it asks. You're offended by this fuckhole talking back to you, so that makes your decision pretty easy. You climb up on the couch with it and shove your cock in.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-barbie2a">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/barbie/barbieofficestrip.jpg" alt="barbie stripping" class="left">
<</nobr>>Oh what the hell. There's no way you're not gonna fuck her when she's begging for it like this. It would be the right thing to do. And you really want to bust a nut on your boss. She's waiting. <<you "Well... you look like you're wearing too many clothes.">> you say. She giggles like a schoolgirl and starts stripping them off revealing her giant tits popping out of some very sexy black lingerie.
You start rubbing your cock inside your pants while she finishes undressing. You unbuckle your pants and let it get some air. It needs it. She looks incredibly horny now, rubbing herself with her hands and moaning. You start jacking your cock while watching her. She gets down on her knees and says, <<barbie "Let me take care of that, sweetie.">>
She'll get no argument from you. You let go of your cock and she takes it full in her mouth. SO IT BEGINS!
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-barbie6a">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/barbie/barbieignore.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left">
<img src="images/barbie/barbiestressed1.jpg" alt="barbie stressed" class="left">
<img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet6.jpg" alt="barbie stressed" class="left">
<img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet3.jpg" alt="barbie stressed" class="left">
<</nobr>>It's like she's not even paying attention to you. That pisses you off. You made peace with her last weekend, even though you could have basically held her hostage (figuratively speaking) and made her do whatever you wanted. You hold all the power here, but she's acting like you don't even matter. It's time to bring her back to reality a little. You take a moment to think about what exactly you want to say.
<<you "So how are the Board of Regents taking the news about the whole rat fiasco?">> you ask. She freezes up. A look of panic crosses her face. She tries to cover it up, but fails miserably. She hasn't told them what happened. And if she hasn't told them yet, it means she's hoping to get this all taken care of without them ever finding out about it. Makes sense. She's an inch from getting fired already. And with her past indiscretions, getting fired from this job would mean the end of her career. Harrington is her last chance and you both know it. She tries to speak.
<<barbie "The Regents, well... they have full confidence that I'll be able to clean up this mess...">> she says, trailing off. You laugh at her.
<<you "You haven't told them, have you?">> you ask. She replies quickly and defensively.
<<barbie "Yes I have!">>
<<you "No you haven't">>
<<barbie "YES I HAVE!!">> she yells. She's getting way too angry over this. It's clear she's lying and overcompensating to cover it up. She ramps up her yelling. <<barbie "Just who do you think you are?! Coming in here and... and... THREATENING ME?!">> She yells. It's funny, really, just how much she thinks she's "winning" here.
She keeps yelling vague, angry nonsense at you. You wait until she's finished with her little tantrum. You sit there, not looking at her, just casually looking around the room. After a moment, you reply. <<you "Then maybe I should just talk to them directly about it. I mean, you're really busy, after all.">> you say. She knows she's caught and she's not quite sure how to proceed, so she puts on a fake smile.
<<barbie "That will not be necessary.">> she says.
<<you "Oh I beg to differ.">> you reply. <<you "I certainly can't hold classes in that building if it's like fucking 'Willard' in there.">> you say. She clearly doesn't get the "Willard" reference, but honestly, not many people would. <<you "And since you're not gonna give me anything, I think maybe I should just discuss the situation with the Regents.">> you say, with a smug little smile.
<<barbie "I know what you're doing.">> she says, angrily.
<<you "Good. Then you know that I'm in control here.">> you say. She knows it, but clearly doesn't like it. <<you "Now, what do you have to say for yourself?">> you ask. You talk to her like she's a child. It makes her even angrier, but she knows you're right.
<<barbie "I'm sorry I tried to brush you off.">> she says.
<<you "And?">>
<<barbie "And... and what?">> she asks. She's genuinely confused. You take a pen and a scrap of paper from her desk and write on it. You pass her the note. She reads it. Her eyes widen. She looks at you with even more anger and disbelief. <img src="images/barbie/barbiestressed1.jpg" alt="barbie stressed" class="left"><<barbie "You can't be serious?!">> she says. You just keep looking at her. She realizes that you are, indeed, serious. Finally, against all her will, she relents and reads from the paper. <<barbie "And it won't happen again.">> she says.
You keep looking at her. She keeps trying to resist. You look at her even more intently and raise an eyebrow. She lets out a deep angry sigh.
<<barbie "And it won't happen again... SIR.">> she says. You smile and hop to your feet.
<<set $barbie.third=4>>
<<you "Great! Glad we're on the same page.">> you say. You head out the door and into the hallway, but just before you leave, you poke your head back into her office and ask, <<you "We make a good team, huh Babs?">> She gives you a look like she's trying to melt your head with her eyes. You smile and wink at her, then you leave the building. <<link "Time to go to the store and get your shopping done." "saturday 7-2d">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/barbie/barbiech2preview.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left">
<img src="images/barbie/barbiefiles.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left">
<</nobr>>You're not happy being given the brush off, but you understand why it's happening. And even though you'd really like to give her a stern talking to, followed by a strong spanking, perhaps... you know that wouldn't really accomplish much, other than to break the tenuous peace that has developed between the two of you. She still needs you more than you need her, but for now, you're willing to back down and leave her be. This may even earn you some brownie points with her. It wouldn't hurt to have some of those in your pocket for later. You never know when you might need a favor.
You smile at her. <<you "OK, I get it. I'm sure you'll take care of everything.">> you say. She smiles at you. <<you "You got this.">> you reassure her. She smiles even more. You seem to have boosted her confidence a bit.
<<barbie "Thanks. I promise I'll do everything I can to make sure your classroom and office will be ready for you on Monday.">> she says.
<<you "That's all I needed to hear. Thanks.">> you say.
<<set $barbie.third=3>>
With that, you get up and leave her office. Peace maintained. Now it's time to <<link "Head to the store and get your shopping done." "saturday 7-2d">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<img src="images/barbie/barbieofficestrip.jpg" alt="barbie stripping" class="left">
<img src="images/barbie/barbiestressed1.jpg" alt="barbie stressed" class="left">
<img src="images/barbie/barbiequizzical.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left">
<img src="images/barbie/barbiemeet2.jpg" alt="barbie" class="left">
<</nobr>>Things in the office are getting rather spicy. $barbie.name looks like she's about five seconds from fucking you in every imaginable position. You would, of course, enjoy every damn minute of it. But you know that she's in a very vulnerable place, emotionally. You two have been getting frisky, and it's been fun, but you think you'd like to have more than just "fun" with her. You seem to have really connected with her and you don't want to do anything right now that may spoil that. <<you "You know I'd love to do what I'm almost sure we're about to do...">> you say.
<<barbie "Oh god me too!">> she replies, rubbing her breasts and panting. You hold up your hands to stop her. <<barbie "What is it?">> she asks.
<<you "I think this is developing a little fast though, don't you?">> you ask. She keeps looking at you. <<you "What I mean is, I... I don't just want to be the guy you use for a little... stress relief.">> you say. She looks a little disappointed.
<<barbie "That's not what this is.">> she says, rather unconvincingly. You give her a questioning look.
<<you "Really?">> you ask.
<<barbie "OK, that's part of it, I guess.">> she admits. You smile at her.
<<you "I think we've been getting ahead of ourselves a little bit. And I think we're both in a weird place in our lives.">> you say.
<<barbie "You can say that again.">> she says.
<<you "I just think if this is how we start our relationship, that's all it's ever going to be.">> you say. She looks at you, quizzically, for a moment.
<<barbie "Are you saying you want... more than that... with me?">> she asks.
<<you "I don't really know yet. But I do know that if we keep this up, I think we're never going to have the chance to find out. You know?">> you say. She's thinking about it. <<you "Look, this has all been a real pleasant surprise for me. When I moved here, I wasn't expecting to have this kind of connection with you.">> you say. She smiles. <<you "I want to make sure we can get a chance to explore that.">> you say.
<<barbie "You know, you're right.">> she says. She blushes. <<barbie "God, I feel so embarrased now.">>
<<you "Don't feel embarrased at all. You're under a lot of pressure right now. It's sometimes hard to think straight and avoid emotional decisions in times like that.">> you say. She gives you a big hug. It's warm and soft and makes you feel at peace.
<<barbie "I don't know what I ever did without you, $you.fakefirstName.">> she says. She let's you go and you say your goodbyes, leaving her to get back to work. You head out of the building hoping that you'll see her again soon, and hopefully under less stressful circumstances. You've really grown to like her.
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<<link "Off to the store." "saturday 7-2d">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
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<</nobr>>With a big smile on her face, she gets down on her knees in front of you and gets to work. She sucks your cock with long, wet strokes of her mouth, cradling your balls with her hand as she does. You can't help but notice she's still wearing that wedding ring, even with her strained marital situation. You're a homewrecker (so to speak) but at this point, what's done is done. And she wants this just like you do. She made this decision.
$barbie.name has been so good to you, it's time for you to return the favor. <<you "Why don't you let me take over.">> you say. She giggles and gets up on her desk. She spreads her legs, giving you full access to her pussy. You get on your knees now, and eat her out. She encourages you as you do.
<<barbie "Oh yes! Just like that! So good!">> she moans. You feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. And this really is just what she needed. Honestly, she's been through a lot and is surely stressed out, lonely, and depressed. She needed someone who would put her needs first. Though you may not really be that someone, you can play the part, to an extent, and she'll be very grateful.
But this foreplay has gone on long enough for both of you. You stand up, your rock hard cock just inches from her wet pussy. She looks at you with a smile and nods. You line up and fuck her on her desk, with long, deep strokes that make her quiver with pleasure. You suddenly get a weird sense of deja vu, though you're not sure why. Nostalgia for some imagined event, probably.
You pull out to take a break, but she's not having any of that. <<barbie "My turn!">> she says, pushing you onto the desk. She climbs atop you and lowers her wet snatch onto your waiting cock. You lie back and enjoy as she bounces her meaty ass up and down on you. She's really going for it, using your cock for her pleasure. You're fine with that! She works out all her sexual frustration on you, using you with animalistic desperation. How long has it been since she's been fucked? You start to really wonder.
But now, it's time to finish this. You won't be able to hold out much longer, and you want to show her a real good deep dicking. She pops off of you and you stand behind her as she drapes her body over her desk. You grab firm hold of her ass and slam your cock into her pussy from behind. <<barbie "YES!">> she screams. <<barbie "HARDER!">> she moans. You oblige and fuck her even harder... until...
You can't take it any more. Your cock is about to explode. You pull out just in time to spray burst after burst of your cum all over her big, round ass. She looks back at you, smiling and licking her lips. You cover her entire backside with your seed.
The two of you are spent. She remains splayed out across her desk while you flop into a chair in front of it. You both remain silent but for your heavy breathing. After a couple minutes she starts to get herself cleaned up and you do the same. <<you "You know, I wasn't really expecting this when I came here.">> you tell her. She giggles.
<<barbie "Well... you should learn to expect the unexpected.">> she says, giving you a little kiss. <<barbie "That was really fun. But I have to get back to work.">> she says.
<<you "I understand.">> you reply. After all... the rats are still a thing. So she's gonna go back into that stressful situation, but now, hopefully with a clearer mind. You did your part, you think. As you're leaving, her phone rings and she starts talking to some underling on the other end of the line. She smiles and winks at you as you leave her office.
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<<set $barbie.third=6>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2d">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg hallway>>
<div class="leftvid"><video src="images/barbie/barbiesaturday726.mp4" autoplay ></video></div>
<</nobr>>You hammer your cock into her throat while she gags and sputters. Even though she acted like she didn't want this, you know better. Hell, she's even fingering her sloppy pussy while you facefuck her. But she's not doing it right. You plunge your fingers in her snatch and roughly fingerbang her until she squirts, her moans muffled by the dick in her mouth. She's making a real mess of her office. Luckily, you won't be the one who has to clean it up.
She really seemed to enjoyed that. Maybe you do it again? You plunge your cock deep down her throat again, and manhandle her pussy even harder and more fiercely this time. She squirts again. Her twat must be so sensitive now, so you give it a few hard smacks. She winces and shudders with each, letting out a little yelp. You've been working her throathole, really just to shut her up. But now that she's squirting all over the place...Seems like that pussy's ready now. Ready for some deep dicking.
You stand above her and line up your cock with her red hot pussy. She looks up at you with timid, begging eyes. You thrust your entire cock into her with one swift motion then start pounding away as she screams and moans. That pussy's gonna be sore for days after what you're doing, but you don't care. In fact, you relish in the idea of her walking around, bow-legged, for the next few days. She get's what she deserves.
Just when she can barely take it any longer, you pull out and flip her up on her knees. She thinks you're giving her a break. She's wrong. You plow your cock into her pussy from behind while you use your finger to loosen up her asshole. She seems to really like this. She's even smiling now. You can't have that, now can you? She can't think that you're doing this to make her feel good. No, she's just meat. Meat doesn't get to have feelings.
Time to show her what her real purpose is. You take your cock out of her pussy and slam it hard and deep into her ass. She squeals and moans as you destroy her brownhole. You thrust so hard and fast that your cock accidentally slips out of her ass. You're about so slam it back in when she lets out a long groan. She's cumming hard. She squirts on the floor while her asshole nearly turns inside out. Damn. What a fucking whore she is.
You wonder if she knows what her asshole tastes like. Well... she's about to. You pull her down to the floor and grab your own cock like a dildo. Without warning or mercy, you use it to blast her throat even harder than before. She just takes every stroke. You can see her throat bulging from your cock. It's gonna make you cum.
You push her off and jerk your whole load into her waiting mouth. She smiles and swallows it all, even sucking your cock a little to clean it off. What a good little fucktoy. She sits there in a naked heap on the floor while you get your clothes back on. <<you "You feel better now?">> you ask, not that you really care.
<<barbie "MMMmmm...">> she moans. She can't even speak. That's probably for the best. You head out of her office and get on with your day.
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<<set $barbie.third=2>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2d">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
<img src="images/saturday7/pocket.jpg" alt="hand in pocket" class="left">
<</nobr>>You head to the bus stop to wait for the shuttle. It's been a weird morning already, and you're not sure what time it is. You instinctively reach for your phone in your pocket to check, but find it empty. "That's not good," you think to yourself. You don't usually forget your phone. You wonder if it's at home. It probably is. You try to think of the last time you remember having it, but you can't quite pin it down.
Great.
So you may have lost it somewhere in that mess of a party last night. Not much you can do about it now, best to get your shopping done then search for it when you get home again. With that decided, you see the bus pull up, and you climb aboard and take it to the store. You head inside to do your shopping.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2d1">><</link>><<if $talia.second==5>><<nobr>>
<<bg town>>
<img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left">
<</nobr>>You wander around the store, browsing the selection aimlessly. As is the way when you lose something, you can't stop thinking about your phone. If you left it at home, no problem. But if it's somewhere in the depths of Casey's house, that's an entirely different story. It means you'll have to go back there, and you're not quite ready to do that yet. It also means that there's a possibility, however slight, that someome may have it, and may gain access to it. You're pretty sure that's not going to happen, but given your situation, and all that's happened so far, it wouldn't be a good thing if someone was swiping through all your personal info.
You're lost in thought, just wandering around the store with your shopping basket when you round a corner and run smack dab into another shopper, causing both of you to drop several of your items on the floor. You look up and see a pair of big brown eyes looking back at you. <img src="images/alida/alidamad.jpg" alt="talia" class="left">It's none other than Queen Slutty, that big tittied whore with the little black sports car. Not exactly your favorite person in the world, though, you're probably not high on her list either. She glares at you. <<talia "Watch where you're fucking going, creep!">> she says. Again with the "creep" thing.
<<you "Well well, Queen Slutty.">> you say with your typical shit-eating grin. She glares with even more anger now.
<<talia "Fuck you!">> she replies. <<alida "Do not to call me that!">>
<<you "But you never told me your name. What else can I do?">> you say. She keeps glaring at you then starts picking up her things. She doesn't seem keen on talking to you. You had a chance last weekend to apologize to her, but you decided to be a little shit and continue pissing her off. This may not be fixable, but if you wanted to, you could try apologizing.
<<link "Apologize for everything." "saturday 7-alida4">><</link>>
<<link "Keep trying to piss her off." "saturday 7-alida5">><</link>>
<<elseif $talia.second lt 5>><<nobr>>
<<bg town>>
<img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidasmile.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidaflirty.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidatits.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidaturnsmile.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<</nobr>>You wander around the store, browsing the selection aimlessly. As is the way when you lose something, you can't stop thinking about your phone. If you left it at home, no problem. But if it's somewhere in the depths of Casey's house, that's an entirely different story. It means you'll have to go back there, and you're not quite ready to do that yet. It also means that there's a possibility, however slight, that someome may have it, and may gain access to it. You're pretty sure that's not going to happen, but given your situation, and all that's happened so far, it wouldn't be a good thing if someone was swiping through all your personal info.
You're lost in thought, just wandering around the store with your shopping basket when you round a corner and run smack dab into another shopper, causing both of you to drop several of your items on the floor. You look up and see a pair of big brown eyes looking back at you. It's Alida. You are pleasantly surprised. She looks as though she feels the same way. The two of you got pretty hot and heavy last weekend, and from the look in her eyes, she's been thinking about it. You, honestly, have kinda forgotten about it, with all that's been going on. But you are, nonetheless, happy (and pretty horny) about seeing her now.
<<alida "Oh shit! I was wondering when I was going to run into you again!">> she says. You shoot her a smile.
<<you "Here I am.">> you say. Things between you two actually ended rather abrubtly last time. There was a lot of slobber, a lot of cum, and then... well then you just left. So now you're not sure what to say to her. It seems like she enjoyed herself, right? You don't really remember, but the fact that she's smiling at you now, and gently running her fingers through her hair, makes you think she did.
<<alida "I really had fun last weekend.">> she says, in a conspiratorial sort of whisper. That answers that.
<<you "Me too.">> you say, in the same tone. She giggles. You're not sure what to do next. You weren't expecting to see her. You really just wanted to get some groceries and go home to search for your lost phone. But... she's looking pretty damn hot. You'd like to see where this goes.
<<alida "What are you doing right now?">> she asks. You look at her, confused. It's pretty obvious you're grocery shopping. Before you can say anything, she grabs you by the arm and starts leading you towards the back of the store.
<<you "Where are we going?">> you ask. You have a strong feeling from her super-horny body language, and previous actions, that you two are going somewhere to fuck. She doesn't answer though. She just shushes you, dismissively.
That kind of attitude would certainly not sit well with the old you, you know, the domineering psycho you. Are you gonna <<link "let her get away with it and follow her lead?" "saturday 7-alida2">><</link>> Or are you going to <<link "remind her of her place in the world?" "saturday 7-alida3">><</link>> Or, since you've really got to get home to look for your phone, you could <<link "stop her and tell her you don't have time for this now." "saturday 7-alida1">><</link>> but... do you really want to do that?
<<elseif $alida.second gt 5>><<nobr>>
<<bg town>>
<img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="a small general store" class="left">
<</nobr>>You wander around the store, browsing the selection aimlessly. As is the way when you lose something, you can't stop thinking about your phone. If you left it at home, no problem. But if it's somewhere in the depths of Casey's house, that's an entirely different story. It means you'll have to go back there, and you're not quite ready to do that yet. It also means that there's a possibility, however slight, that someome may have it, and may gain access to it. You're pretty sure that's not going to happen, but given your situation, and all that's happened so far, it wouldn't be a good thing if someone was swiping through all your personal info.
You're lost in thought, just wandering around the store with your shopping basket when you round a corner and run smack dab into another shopper, causing both of you to drop several of your items on the floor. <img src="images/alida/alidasmile.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">You look up and see a pair of big brown eyes looking back at you. It's Alida. She's looking plump and bouncy as ever. She smiles at you. <<alida "Oh god, it's you!">> she says. <<alida "I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going.">>
<<you "Me either. Sorry.">> you say. You both start picking up your grocery items and putting them back in your baskets. Your hands touch a couple times while doing it and it makes you each giggle, nervously. "Do I sense some sexual tension here?" you think to yourself.
After you've both gathered your items, you stand there, neither of you knowing what to say next. She smiles. You smile. You figure a compliment might break the ice. <<you "You look really nice today.">> you say.
<img src="images/alida/alidaturnsmile.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"><img src="images/alida/alidalookaway.jpg" alt="alida" class="left"><<alida "Thanks!">> she says with a smile. She looks you up and down, then her smile turns to a little frown. <<alida "You kinda look like shit.">> she says. This girl has no filter. But, she's probably right. You're still recovering from last night. Hell, you didn't even shower this morning. You frown at her, and she looks a little ashamed. <<alida "Sorry. I... shouldn't have said that.">> she says. You chuckle.
<<you "No, you're right. I was... up late last night.">> you say. She seems to notice the cryptic nature of the way you said it and looks a little suspicious, but she doesn't press you on it, thank god.
<<alida "Well, I understand that. Sometimes I come here still in my pajamas.">> she says with a cute little giggle.
<<you "Shame I missed out on that.">> you say. It makes her giggle even more. You definitely think there's a little something going on between the two of you, so you take a chance and reach out to touch her arm.<<else>><</if>> <<if $alida.second==8>>You run your hand across her skin and she bites her lip and gives you horny eyes. Looks like you read it right. The two of you keep walking around the store together, shopping, chatting, and flirting. When you get near the back of the store, she grabs you by the arm.
<<alida "Hold on a sec.">> she says. <<alida "I want to show you something.">> She puts down her basket and you do the same. Before you know it, she's pulled you out the back door, into a little area behind the store, and shut the door behind you.
OK.
<img src="images/alida/alidatits3.jpg" alt="alida tits" class="left"><<you "So... what did you want to show me?">> you ask. You're pretty sure you know.
She takes off her top and reveals her big soft breasts. Then she pulls a vibrator out of her purse holds it up with a smile.
OK! Are we really doing this?
<<link "YES YES YES" "saturday 7-alida8">><</link>>
<<link "NO NO NO" "saturday 7-alida9">><</link>>
<<elseif $alida.second==6 or $alida.second==7>>She recoils from your touch and the smile drops from her face, replaced by an uncomfortable look. Whoops. You read that wrong. You feel like a bit of an ass. She doesn't seem to be mad, just nervous now. Maybe you could <<link "apologize to her?" "saturday 7-alida6">><</link>> Or maybe <<link "just pretend like nothing happened." "saturday 7-alida7">><</link>><<else>><</if>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg town>>
<img src="images/alida/alidamad.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidamad1.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidatits.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/intro/burnout.jpg" alt="burnout" class="left">
<</nobr>>She's probably going to hate you forever, but you decide to make a last ditch effort to apologize and see if you can salvage some sort of relationship with this woman. You don't even know her name, and you're going to be seeing her around the island, given its small size and population. <<you "OK, look, I'm sorry.">> you say. Her glare is unchanged. <<you "I'll stop with all the Queen - you-know-what - stuff.">> you say. She just lets out a derisive snort, as if she either doesn't believe you or doesn't care.
<<alida "Fuck off.">> she says. Cute.
<<you "No, really, I'm sorry about everything: the ferry terminal, the name calling, all of it.">> you say. <<you "I can see now that we're probably going to be seeing each other a lot, so can we have a truce?">> You look at her, sheepishly. She wrinkles up her face and starts laying into you.
<<alida "A TRUCE?! You really think I'm just going to play nice after all the shit you did?! Like I'm that much of a fucking pushover that all you have to do is say sorry and I'm supposed to... what? Like forget about it all?! Then we're all chummy and shit and you think it's like it never happened?!">> she yells. Her words are coming rapid fire. You don't have a chance to respond, she just keeps going. <<alida "The fucking nerve! What's next? You think we're gonna be friends and we're gonna get to know each other? I bet you think you've got a chance to get in there too! Like I'm gonna change my mind and think 'Oh he really isn't that bad after all... and he's kinda cute too so maybe I'll just let him fuck me and then everything will work out!' Fuck that!...">>
Her voice JUST WON'T STOP! You're starting to almost feel dizzy from the non-stop onslaught. You can't keep looking at her so you look down at her tits. Not on purpose, really, you just don't want to look her in the eye. This seems to anger her even more. <<alida "Now you're just staring at my tits?! Unbelievable!">> she screams. She finishes picking up her groceries and storms off.
That went well.
You continue shopping. After a few minutes you see her leaving the store with her purchases. She gives you the finger before she leaves. I think it's pretty clear that you're not gonna be able to fix that ship. Nope. It's sunk. You hear tires squealing as she races away in her little black coupe. You pay for your groceries and go outside to wait for the bus.
<<set $alida.third=4>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg town>>
<img src="images/alida/alidalookaway.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidadisbelief.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidatits.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidahalfsmile.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/intro/burnout.jpg" alt="burnout" class="left">
<</nobr>>You think, briefly, about apologizing to her. But knowing her, and the way she's treated you so far, she'd probably find a way to still be mad at you. And if she's still gonna be mad at you, you might as well just keep being your regular smart-ass self and piss her off some more. She's still glaring at you, silently. <<you "OK, Queen Slutty it is!">> you say. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes, looking away from you.
<<alida "Fine. It's Alida. Are you happy now Captain Creepy?!">> she asks. It doesn't look like that nickname is going anywhere anytime soon, but hey, at least she told you her name.
<<you "Alida. What a horrible name. I would have stuck with Queen Slutty if I were you.">> you say. She stares at you in disbelief. Makes sense. With tits like those, it's probably not often that a guy continues to be THIS much of an asshole to her. Now that you're thinking about her tits, you take a quick look down, you know, just to check and see if they're still there. Verdict: they are. She catches you.
<<alida "You are fucking unbelievable.">> she says.
<<you "Why thank you.">> you reply, still staring at her tits.
<<alida "Will you look at me?!">> she says.
<<you "I am.">> you reply. Her tits are attached to her body, so technically it's true. She actually laughs, surprising both of you. You look back up at her face. She's shaking her head and rolling her eyes again, but this time she's smiling a little.
<<alida "You're such an asshole.">>
<<you "I don't deny that.">>
There's a long, pregnant pause.
<<alida "Fuck this. I'm leaving.">> she says. She gathers up her stuff and heads to the register to make payment. As she's leaving the store, you catch her eye.
<<you "Bye bye, Alida!">> you say, loudly. She gives you the finger. <<you "Don't you want to know my name too?">> you ask as she heads out the door. She pokes her head back in and looks at you.
<<alida "Fuck no, Creepy!">> she says. But... she's smiling. Then she leaves for good. You see her get into her little sports car and haul ass out of there.
Wow. Who would have thought being a dumb asshole would actually have earned you a smile! Good job, Captain Creepy!
<<set $alida.third=5>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg town>>
<img src="images/alida/alidaflirty.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidadisbelief.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidahalfsmile.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<img src="images/alida/alidaturnsmile.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<</nobr>>Though you've only known Alida for a week now, you know her well enough to know that she's about to get freaky with you, right here, right now. And though it may be some porno fantasy to just sneak away into some back room or hidden alley behind a building, strip down, and fuck like horny little bunnies... it's the kind of thing that could also end up really backfiring on you if anyone were to walk up on you.
Granted, you've been in situations like this before, but now, in your current circumstance, you think it best not to risk it. Imagine the massive PR disaster you would have on your hands if you, the new Sex Teacher, got caught banging another teacher right in the town center. There'd really be no keeping that secret on a small island such as this, and your secrets are really starting to pile up. Besides, you got shit to do today.
You stop Alida. She looks at you, confused and desperate. <<you "We can't do what I think we're about to do.">> you say. She frowns.
<<alida "What?! Sure we can.">> she says. She tugs on your arm again, trying to get you to follow her. You stay put.
<<you "No, we can't.">> you say. <<you "Look, I DEFINITELY want to. And I did really have fun with you last weekend... but that was in the privacy of your house. We can't just go out back and bang out a quickie.">> you say. She doesn't look convinced. This girl has serious impulse control issues. You try to spell it out for her. <<you "It's the middle of the day, at the only store on the island, where EVERYONE goes shopping, especially on the weekends.">> you say. She seems to begin to see where you're coming from. <<you "You really think something like this would stay quiet in a town as small as this one?">> you ask. Now she gets it, but she doesn't seem to like it.
<<alida "You're a real buzzkill.">> she says.
<<you "Yeah, maybe I am.">> you reply.
<<alida "Well... I guess that's that.">> she says. She lets go of your arm and gives you a little kiss on the cheek. <<alida "I'm gonna go home and rub one out.">> she says. NO FILTER. NONE.
<<you "I hope so!">> you say with a laugh. She laughs too. You two go and pay for your groceries and then part ways. The last thing you see before heading to the bus stop is the tail end of her little black sports car blazing down the road away from you.
<<set $alida.third=1>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg town>>
<img src="images/alida/alidanude.jpg" alt="alida" class="left">
<</nobr>>Before you know what's happening, she's pulling you out the back door of the store and into a little area behind it. It's hidden from the street, but there's few tables and chairs to the side, probably where the store staff take their breaks. Luckily for the both of you, there's no one out there right now. You have a certain degree of privacy.
And Alida is not afraid to take advantage of that privacy. She's all over you, rubbing her hands all over your body, trying to take off your belt while she's stripping out of her own clothes as well. You've come this far, and even though you're afraid of getting caught back here, you're also incredibly turned on by the prospect as well. And your infatuation trumps your fear. And since you're both naked now, it would be a shame not to fuck, right?
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<</nobr>>She's practically dragging you towards the back of the store. There's a little hallway here with a sturdy fire door leading outside the store, and a normal door that seems to lead to an office. She wants you to go out the back door with her, but you don't care what she wants. And you want to make sure she knows it. As you pass the open office door, you suddenly grab her and push her into the office, closing the door behind you and locking it.
She looks at you, surprised, confused, and a little annoyed. <<alida "Why did you do that?!">> she asks. You look right at her and start unbuckling your pants.
<<you "Shut up.">> you say. <<you "You talk too much.">>
She gives you a sly smile. She sees where this is going. She starts to take off her top. <<alida "You don't get to tell me what to do.">> she says.
<<you "You don't get to talk back to me.">> you say, taking your shirt off too.
<<alida "You don't get to get inside this unless you ask me nicely.">> she says, removing her panties.
You're both naked now. You push her back against the wall and down into a squat. You line up your cock and shove it right in her mouth. <<you "Didn't I tell you to shut up?">> you say.
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<</nobr>>You really misread that situation, and you both know it. It's really awkward now. Time for an apology. Maybe you can salvage this. <<you "Shit. I'm sorry. I think I got my wires all crossed.">> you say. She smiles, nervously.
<<alida "No, it's... it's fine.">> she says.
<<you "Really, I'm sorry.">> you say again. She seems to get where you're coming from.
<<alida "Really, it's fine. It happens. Don't worry about it.">> she says. You both stand there for a silent moment.
<<you "So... how about we keep shopping. Sound good?">> you say with a smile. She smiles back.
<<alida "Yes. Let's do that.">> she replies. The two of you continue shopping and talking. It's a little uncomfortable, sure, but you manage to get her to laugh a couple more times. By the time you've finished and paid, it all seems to be a distant memory. Before you part ways out on the sidewalk, she actually gives you a friendly little hug. Then she heads to her car and speeds out of there while you wait for the bus.
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<</nobr>>Well you've really managed to make it awkward between the two of you. Any hopes you had of flirting with Alida are gone now. The mood is definitely broken. You try to pretend like nothing happened.
It's not working.
She still seems quite uncomfortable as the two of you continue shopping. You try a few more times to talk to her, telling a few bad jokes, but she only responds with short answers and uncomfortable smiles. It seems like she's trying to get out of there as fast as she can.
You both line up to pay for your groceries. She pays first, thanks the clerk, and heads out the door. The clerk is still ringing you up when you see and hear her little black coupe fly down the street away from the store.
You fucked it.
Nice one.
You head outside to wait for the bus.
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<</nobr>>You're not sure how to react. Your defense mechanism in situations like these is usually a joke. <<you "So what was it you wanted to show me?">> you ask, staring conspicuously at her tits. She giggles.
<<alida "Very funny, mister.">> she says.
<<you "Yeah, I'm kinda known for my wit.">> you say, still staring at her tits. She grabs you by the chin leads you over to some chairs. It's where the store staff probably takes their breaks. You're a bit worried that the clerk may just come out here and catch the two of you in... well... in whatever is about to happen... but you're too enthralled by Alida's world class breasts to care all THAT much.
Alida's stripped down to her panties now, and she sits on one of the chairs with her legs spread wide. <<alida "Are you paying attention?">> she asks. You nod. <<alida "Good.">> she says.
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<</nobr>>This has escalated very quickly. You got the feeling that Alida was a wild one, but you never thought she was this wild. She's half naked at the ONLY grocery store in town, the one where EVERYONE shops... and usually on the weekend... and it's Saturday. You don't think there's any way you two could freak it back here and not get caught.
And that would be bad. Granted, you've already been a little "bad" so far on the island, but this would be over the top. New Sex Teacher, caught in flagrante delicto with a colleague... yeah, no. That would definitely be a scandal in a small town like this. And scandal is something that you should probably avoid, given your situation.
Alida stands there, exposed and horny, waiting for your move. You pick up her top off the floor and hand it back to her. Judging from her facial expression, it's not the move she wanted. <<you "You're fucking crazy!">> you say in a forceful whisper. She throws her shirt down on the ground again and this time, tries to kiss you.
<<alida "I know! You like it?">> she asks. You push her off you.
<<you "Not right here, right now, NO! I don't!">> you say. She giggles and tries again to grab and kiss you.
<<alida "I don't believe you!">> she says.
<img src="images/alida/alidalookaway.jpg" alt="alida looking away" class="left">This girl is not getting it. You stop trying to convince her to stop, and just leave. You GTFO and pay quickly, leaving her back there by herself. You're at the bus stop waiting for the bus when you see her leave the store. She doesn't even make eye contact with you, she just gets in her car and speeds away. She was probably pretty embarrased by your rejection. You feel bad, because it's not that you don't like her, but you couldn't take that kind of risk. Hopefully, in time, she'll understand.
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<</nobr>>You lie down on a little grassy patch as Alida gets on her hands and knees in front of you. She's completely naked, giving anyone who might happen to come back here a really nice show. But that doesn't seem to bother her one bit. She starts sucking your cock, firmly, deeply into her wet mouth. She spits on it and jerks it with her hand, all the while looking right at you with those big, sexy, brown eyes. Her tits jiggle enticingly as she does. They're most certainly her most striking asset. When you think about Alida, you think about those tits.
You're just about to ask her to use those tits to get you off, but she seems to read your mind. With tits like those, it's probably easy to assume that a guy would want them wrapped around his dick. She's probably used to this. She squeezes them together and let's you fuck the soft wet space in between. Yep, she's DEFINITELY used to this, you think. This girl is a pro-level tit-jobber. But this particular morning, you can tell she wants more than just a little fooling around. She's just warming you up and getting you ready.
Once your cock is like hardened steel, she gets on top of you and slides it into her wet, meaty pussy. She props herself up with her hands on your chest, and you grab her hips and hold her on top of you. She bounces, you plow, and the two of you find a steady, orgasmic rhythym. <<alida "Oh yes! Oh fuck!">> she moans. You're a little worried that she's gonna alert the whole town, but you can't worry about that. Not when you're balls deep in her. She keeps bouncing herself on your cock, her big tits flopping all over the place. Then, she suddenly stops.
She turns herself around, without letting your cock out of her pussy. She's face to face with you now. You put your hand up and stroke her soft skin. She takes your finger in her mouth as you start to pound away at her again. <<alida "Put your finger in my ass.">> she says. You do as she asks and penetrate her little brown hole with your wet finger. The added stimulation makes her wiggle and moan even more. This is the most memorable trip to the store you've ever had. Even more memorable than that time you were drunk and got yourself locked inside that walk-in freezer. Remember that?
No time for reminiscing! You're gonna cum... and soon. You give her a little tap on the ass to get her attention and she climbs off of you. You stand above her as she squeezes her tits together, giving you a perfect target for your load. You let loose a torrent of jizz all over her big soft tits. Just as you do, you hear the back door open. You both freeze in panic. The clerk walks to the dumpster, throws away a bag of garbage, and walks back into the store, completely oblivious to the two naked, cum-dripping people standing no more than ten feet from him. You both breathe a heavy sigh of relief.
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<</nobr>>You pummel her throat from above while she opens wide and takes it. Spit and slobber drip down her face onto her big, floppy tits and dribble down to her already wet snatch. She's fingering herself furiously as you destroy her throat. At least it shut her up. You know as long as your cock is balls deep in her talk-hole, she'll keep quiet. But you know once you take it out and let her breathe even a little, she's gonna start talking. You pull your cock out and she gasps several times for air. As if on cue she starts talking again. <<alida "Fuck I want you in me! Fuck my pussy!">> she says. You want to, for sure. But she's talking still.
You reach into her shopping basket on the floor and take out an apple. You shove it in her mouth. She looks like a suckling pig. But she can't talk. So, you grab her by the throat and push your hard cock all the way into her quivering pussy. She lets out a few soft moans, muffled by the apple. You keep a firm grip on her neck while you fuck her. Eventually, though, she spits out the apple and starts talking again. <<alida "Oh god yeah! Just how I like it!">> she says.
Since it looks like you're not going to be able to plug her little mouth to keep her quiet, you're left with only one option. Flip her over and fuck her so hard that she loses the ability to think, much less talk. You grab her hair and hold her hands behind her back as you jackhammer her pussy from behind. She moans and mumbles uninteligibly while her tits flop around and your balls slap hard against her backside. She's helpless to your pounding now. You're showing her what happens to little whores who like to run their mouths. But you need her to know who is punishing her. You want her to look you in the eyes.
So you flip her over onto her back again, this time grabbing her head with both hands so she's forced to look at you. You pound her pussy as deep and hard as you can, feeling your cock bump up against her cervix. She cries out with every thrust, her brain barely able to function under the cloud of adrenaline, endorphins and other hormones that her body is pumping out.
You're not gonna last much longer, so you pull out and push her off the chair and onto the ground. She's still dazed from all the fucking, but she instinctively knows what to do. After all... she's a whore. She tilts her head back, closes her eyes, opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. What a good little whore! You do your part and cover her little whore face with your cum.
After resting a moment, you start to get dressed again. She takes a few more moments to recover and then starts cleaning herself up. She looks at you and asks, <<alida "Did I do good?">> You look back at her, not sure if she's really becoming that submissive, or if she's just playing along. Regardless, you reply.
<<you "Next time, talk less.">> you say.
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<</nobr>>She starts rubbing her pussy through her panties. You can hear her breathing start to get heavier and faster. <<alida "Do you remember meeting me at the ferry terminal last weekend?">> she asks. You absolutely do. She was wearing that tight white sheer dress. She looked fucking amazing. You nod at her. She smiles. <<alida "What do you remember?">> she asks. You're a little distracted by the masturbation, but you reply,
<<you "I remember that dress looked really good on you.">> you say. She giggles and smiles at you. Looks like that was the right answer. She pulls her panties to the side revealing her lucious pussy. She starts to rub it.
<<alida "Tell me more.">> she says. OK, you see what's going on here, and you're game.
<<you "The way your body looked... It made me really nervous because you were so hot.">> you tell her. She moans a little and speeds up her rubbing. It's really making you hard watching this, and you instinctively start rubbing your cock on top of your pants. She sees it and smiles.
<<alida "You can take it out, if you want.">> she says. It seems like she really wants you to, so... you do. You take out your cock and start jerking off next to her. Before you know it, she's completely out of her panties and using a vibrator that she pulled out of her purse. <<if $lesson5==1>>Why do so many women on this island carry these things around with them?<<else>><</if>> She moans as she pistons the vibrator in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Her other hand furiously rubs her clit. She's nearly cumming right in front of you... and you barely know her!
<<alida "Tell me I'm gonna make you cum! Tell me how hot I am!">> she screams.
You really can't take any more of this. You give your cock a few more strokes and explode a wave of cum out and all over the ground. She cums at the same moment, squirting her juices all over the ground as well. You've both made a real mess back here.
<<alida "Look at all that cum I made you shoot!">> she says. You're pretty sure YOU made you shoot that cum, but you know what she's getting at, so you play along.
<<you "I've never cum like that before.">> you lie. She just giggles girlishly.
After a few moments to gather yourselves, you get dressed and make your getaway. You feel a bit bad for the person who stumbles upon the big puddle of cum and pussy juice back here, but not bad enough that you're not just going to leave and pretend you have no idea about it.
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<</nobr>>When you arrive home, you put your groceries away and start searching for your phone. You look in every little place you can think of where it might be. You look under the couch: nope. You look in your bedroom: nope. You even look in the bathroom... but: nope.
This is becoming ever more disconcerting. Without your phone, you've lost your connection to everything. It's strange how much a little computer in your pocket can rule your life. You've looked everywhere now, and you're sure it's not here anywhere. Worse still, you don't remember the last time you had it.
Think.
THINK!
You put your pants on this morning... the same pair you wore yesterday. You were lazy and a little hungover, so you picked them up off the floor and wore them. Was your phone already in your pocket? Maybe. If so, maybe you lost it on the bus this morning.
Or, maybe you really did lose it at the party. Which means, you'd have to go over there, talk to Casey, and look for it. You don't really want to have to do that.
So, you know what you have to do next. Your phone is either at Casey's, or on the shuttle bus, most likely. You're gonna have to continue your search.
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<</nobr>>You decide to head to the store to get your shopping done first thing. It's Saturday, and you figure that the only store in town is gonna get pretty crowded as morning turns to mid-day. You've already gotten a bit of a late start today, so it's best to get this over with right away. Besides, the thought of discussing the rat army, then going shopping for food, makes your stomach turn.
You get yourself together and head to the bus stop. Sitting there, waiting for the shuttle, you look across the street at Casey's house. It's quiet, but it's clear from the litter on the lawn that there was a massive party there last night. And no one has cleaned up yet. They're probably still sleeping it off. The bus arrives and whisks you away towards town. Before you know it, it's dropping you off on the main street. You take a short walk to the store and begin your shopping.
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<</nobr>>The store is relatively empty when you arrive. The clerk is at the front counter ringing up a customer, who seems to be the only customer in the store. You pick up a basket and both of them smile at you as you pass them. You smile back then get going with your shopping.
You're in the process of shopping when you hear someone come in through the door. You look up and see someone you recognize. It's Brianna, looking fit as ever. You feel a little twitch in your cock just thinking about all the nasty shit the two of you got up to last weekend. Sure, you've been getting to know several women on the island so far, but Brianna... well, there's something certainly extra freaky about her. She's a LEGIT sex addict and exhibitionist. If you two happen to "run into each other" here at the store, you're likely going to be fucking within minutes.
She hasn't noticed you yet, though. Knowing what you know about her, there's a few ways you could play this. You could approach her first, with strength and confidence, you know she'd probably like you taking charge. You could wait for her to approach you, knowing that she'd probably drag you off somewhere and fuck your brains out. Of course, in the event that you don't want to get your dick wet right now (but... honestly... why not?) you could just ignore her. If she happens to notice you and starts making advances, you could reject her and get on with your day. Who knows, that might make her want you even more.
<<link "Approach her and take charge." "saturday 7-brianna1">><</link>>
<<link "Wait for her to approach you and let her have her way with you." "saturday 7-brianna2">><</link>>
<<link "Ignore her and reject her inevitable advances." "saturday 7-brianna3">><</link>>
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<</nobr>>The store is relatively empty when you arrive. The clerk is at the front counter ringing up a customer, who seems to be the only customer in the store. You pick up a basket and both of them smile at you as you pass them. You smile back then get going with your shopping.
You're in the process of shopping when you hear someone come in through the door. You look up and see someone you recognize. It's that athletic exhibitioninst. You know, the one who posed for those creepshots in the park last weekend. And the one who let you jerk off to her showering just the other day. This is one freaky little bitch.
She hasn't seen you yet. She gets a basket from the stack by the door and starts shopping just like you. Now could be the time that you muster up some courage and go introduce yourself, after all, you two have never even spoken to each other. But she may also be getting into the whole "being watched by a stranger," thing. And if you introduce yourself, you wouldn't be a stranger anymore, now would you? What do you want to do?
<<link "Stop all this playing around and just introduce yourself." "saturday 7-brianna4">><</link>>
<<link "Remain the mysterious stranger." "saturday 7-brianna5">><</link>>
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<</nobr>>The store is relatively empty when you arrive. The clerk is at the front counter ringing up a customer, who seems to be the only customer in the store. You pick up a basket and both of them smile at you as you pass them. You smile back then get going with your shopping.
You're in the process of shopping when you hear someone come in through the door. You look up and see someone you recognize. It's that athletic exhibitioninst. You know, the one who posed for those creepshots in the park last weekend. You're no stranger to taking creepshots, pervy motherfucker that you are, but she just let you take them even after she noticed you. You get the feeling that this may be one freaky little bitch.
She hasn't seen you yet. She gets a basket from the stack by the door and starts shopping just like you. Now could be the time that you muster up some courage and go introduce yourself, after all, you two have never even spoken to each other. But she may also be getting into the whole "being watched by a stranger," thing. And if you introduce yourself, you wouldn't be a stranger anymore, now would you? What do you want to do?
<<link "Stop all this playing around and just introduce yourself." "saturday 7-brianna4">><</link>>
<<link "Remain the mysterious stranger." "saturday 7-brianna5">><</link>>
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<</nobr>>The store is relatively empty when you arrive. The clerk is at the front counter ringing up a customer, who seems to be the only customer in the store. You pick up a basket and both of them smile at you as you pass them. You smile back then get going with your shopping.
You're in the process of shopping when you hear someone come in through the door. You look up and see someone you recognize. It's Brianna, the woman who was doing yoga in the park last weekend. Also, the one you ran into when you accidentally used the women's bathroom earlier this week. That was certainly embarrassing, but you two managed to laugh about it and actually seemed to hit it off.
She hasn't seen you yet. She's got her basket and is walking around the store, shopping, same as you. Should you go talk to her? She'd probably be happy to see you, you hope. Or maybe you should let her come up and talk to you. That way, you'd know for sure that she really wanted to.
<<link "Go talk to her." "saturday 7-brianna6">><</link>>
<<link "Wait for her to talk to you." "saturday 7-brianna7">><</link>>
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<</nobr>>The store is relatively empty when you arrive. The clerk is at the front counter ringing up a customer, who seems to be the only customer in the store. You pick up a basket and both of them smile at you as you pass them. You smile back then get going with your shopping.
You're in the process of shopping when you hear someone come in through the door. You look up and see someone you recognize. It's the yoga woman from the park last weekend. You know, she's also the one who heard you pee when you accidentally used the women's bathroom. You were so embarrassed when she caught you that you just ran. Hell, you don't even know her damn name!
You start to feel very uncomfortable. She hasn't seen you yet, and maybe that's a good thing. You could still make an escape here and avoid further humiliation. But, thinking back on both of your past encounters, she didn't really seem upset about the bathroom thing, and she did smile at you in the park. Maybe now is the time to just go introduce yourself.
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<</nobr>>You're not just going to wait for her to do something. When there's something you want, you take it. After the way she acted the last time you saw her, you're pretty sure you can just do whatever you want to her, and she'll take it all with a big smile.
So let's go for her asshole this time, you think.
You approach Brianna confidently and deliberately. She doesn't notice until you get really close. So much so, that you surprise her when she turns around and sees you. She looks at you with a nervous smile. <<brianna "Oh god! You startled me!">> she says. She instinctively backs away from you a bit, but she's pinned up against the store shelves in a corner here. You step forward, keeping her penned in.
<<you "I'm glad I ran into you here.">> you say. She smiles, then seems to relax a bit.
<<brianna "Me too!">> she says. Then she leans in and whispers in your ear. <<brianna "I had a lot of fun last week, you know.">> she says.
<<you "I bet you did.">> you say. <<you "Girls like you can never get enough.">>
She smiles nervously again. She know's you're right about "girls like her." After all... you're pretty sure she's a sex addict.
<<you "You know, there was one thing I forgot about last week.">> you say. She looks intrigued... and horny.
<<brianna "What?">> She asks.
<<you "I can't really talk about it here.">> you say. She doesn't quite get what you're hinting at. You try to help her along. <<you "Where do you live?">> you ask.
<<brianna "Just down the block. Why?">>
<<you "Show me.">> you say. She gets it now. Without hesitation, she puts down her shopping basket and you do the same. She leads you out of the store and down a little alley next to it. At the end of the alley she unlocks the front door to a nice-looking house and leads you inside.
You both stand there for a moment. <<brianna "So, what was it you forgot?">> she asks.
<<you "Take off your clothes and I'll show you.">> you say, unbuckling your belt.
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<</nobr>>You decide to play dumb and just let her approach you. You're pretty sure she's into you, and that she's legitimately a sex addict to some degree. She'll come to you... then you'll get to cum in her (if all goes according to plan).
You continue your shopping, trying to look oblivious. After a few minutes, you turn down an aisle and see her standing right in front of you. She's smiling, looking right at you. <<brianna "So, let me guess. Your plan was to ignore me and then I'd be SO overwhelmingly horny that I'd just throw myself at you?">> she asks. From her annoyed tone, you think you may have made a mistake here.
<<you "Umm... did it work?">> you ask. She says nothing. She walks up to you and puts down her shopping basket. She takes yours and puts it down on the floor as well. She takes you by the hand, leads you out of the store and down an alley next to it. You want to ask where she's taking you, but you wisely stay silent. At the end of the alley, she unlocks the front door to a nice house and leads you inside.
You don't even have time to look around, she's leading you back to the bedroom. She takes off your clothes and pushes you down onto the bed. She strips down herself, gets on the bed with you, and just before she wraps her luscious lips around your now rock hard cock, she whispers, <<brianna "It worked.">>
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<</nobr>>Brianna is pretty hot. That's not the issue. The issue is that... to be honest... you need a break.
Ever since you got here to Harrington it's been like a non-stop boner fest. Your poor dick just needs a break. Maybe she won't even notice you, but if she does... you can't fuck her. Not right now at least.
You continue shopping, trying not to pay Brianna any attention. Then, suddenly, you feel a hand squeezing your ass and hear a voice whispering in your ear, <<brianna "I've never cum like you made me cum last week.">> she says. Well... she's not subtle, is she? You turn around to face her. She's standing extremely close to you and giving you a mischevious little smile.
<<you "Well, anything worth doing is worth doing right.">> you say. She leans in even closer, her body now touching yours.
<<brianna "You wanna come back to my place then?">> she asks. Now here's where you need to stand firm (figuratively).
<<you "I can't. I'm really busy today.">> you say. She looks at you like she absolutely does not believe you.
<<brianna "Come on! I'll make it quick!">> she says. You've seen her amazing athletic body. You know she could finish you off in about a minute or two if she was really trying. But you need to restrain yourself. You give her a smile.
<<you "I can't. I mean i'm already running late.">> you say, reaching for your phone to check the time. But it's not in your pocket. That's strange. Where is it? She seems to sense the look of worry on your face and drops her act a bit.
<<brianna "What's wrong?">> she asks.
<<you "My phone. I thought I had it...">> you say. She gives you the horny smile again.
<<brianna "How about I give you a ride back to your place and help you look for it?">> she asks. Damn she's horny. I really think she's a legit sex addict.
<<you "Oh no you don't. You can't fool me that easily.">> you say. She giggles.
<<brianna "OK fine. You can't blame a gal for trying.">> she says.
<<you "We'll see each other again soon.">> you assure her.
<<brianna "We better.">> she says. She leans in and gives you a little kiss then you two part ways. You're still fixated on your missing phone as you leave the store and wait for your bus.
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<</nobr>>It seems like she's really turned on by being watched by strangers. Hell, she nearly stripped down for you at the park,<<if $brianna.second == 5>> she let you watch her shower, and you even jerked it in front of her,<<else>><</if>> so she's gotta be into that kinda shit, right? You shouldn't spoil this. You need to remain a stranger to her in order to keep her interest, you think.
She's noticed you now. You're both casually shopping, but every so often, you look up and make eye contact with each other. She keeps giving you horny little looks. You eye her up and down, making no effort to hide your sexual desires. It seems to make her even hornier.
She's near the back of the store, out of view of the clerk, when she starts to take of articles of clothing and give you a nice view of her athletic body. It looks just as good as you remember. You're getting hard. Your cock is tenting in your pants, but you don't care. Good thing you decided to come to the store early today. You two seem to still have it all to yourselves, except the clerk, of course. But he seems to be oblivious.
She's full on stripping down for you at this point, right here in the store. You wonder if there are security cameras in here. That reminds you... you should get some more pics! You reach for your pocket only to find that your phone is not there. Hmmm... That's not good. Where could it be.
You're distracted now, and she seems to notice. When you look back at her, she has a confused and frustrated look on her face. You should be paying attention to her, but you can't stop thinking about your missing phone. Finally, she seems to give up. She pays for her groceries and heads out of the store. You do the same, still trying to remember the last time you had your phone.
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<</nobr>>Time to stop being the anonymous pervert and introduce yourself. She let you take creepshots, <<if $brianna.second == 5>>she let you jerk off to her in the shower,<<else>><</if>> surely she's into you, right? Only one way to find out. Time to take the plunge.
You look over at the woman and realize, she's noticed you. She keeps looking up at you every few seconds. She even shoots you a slutty little smile from time to time. You're now totally convinced that she wants the pipe. You look right at her and start walking towards her, smiling. As you get closer, though, she starts to look a little confused. By the time you're next to her, she looks... frustrated?
<<you "Hey.">> you say. She gives you a little half smile and nods, not saying anything. What's going on here? <<you "What do you say we stop all this foreplay and get to it?">> you say. Bold. No guts, no glory. She shakes her head.
<<brianna "You're ruining it!">> she says.
<<you "Ruining what?">> you ask. She looks at you like you're an idiot. You're starting to agree with her.
<<brianna "Look, I gotta go.">> she says.
<<you "But you just got here!">> you say. She just rolls her eyes then turns and leaves. Looks like she wanted you to be the anonymous pervert. Will you be able to salvage this in the future? Who knows. You finish up your shopping and head back outside to catch the bus. On your way, you reach for your phone to check the time. It's not in your pocket.
You fucked up with that woman and you lost your phone. This is just not your day. You'll have to look for it later when you get home.
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<</nobr>>You can't stand any further embarrassment. You don't know what you would even say to this woman if you talked to her, so you decide to just get out of there before she even notices you. That may be easier said than done. You put your grocery basket down and sneak your way to the door, trying to turn your head away so she can't see your face if she happens to look at you.
Just as you approach the door, the clerk stops you and asks if you need anything. You are about to tell him "no," when you realize that the woman has seen you. She's looking right at you with a smile. <<brianna "Hey! It's Tinkle Toes!">> she says with a laugh. Great. Another embarrassing nickname to add to the pile with Sex Teacher, Captain Creepy, and god knows what else everyone's been calling you. You freeze. She starts walking up to you.
Just as she's about to reach you, you turn and literally run out the door. You hear her giggling behind you as you leave. Then you realize, you may have miscalculated. You have to wait for the bus, and the stop is right next to the store. Great getaway plan, moron. You sit there for a few minutes waiting, then you see her leaving the store. She looks at you and smiles. You are mortified. <<brianna "Bye bye, Tinkle Toes!">> she says, and she walks down the alley next to the store and out of sight.
You're embarrassed and you just want to get out of there. Where is the damn bus when you need it?! You reach in your pocket to check the time on your phone, but it's not there. Well that's just great. You lost your phone now. You'll have to look for it when you get home. You get on the bus when it arrives and take it over to Bellend Tower to see if you can get a status update on the rat situation. At least you won't run into that woman again... probably.
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<</nobr>>Although you were absolutely mortified by using the wrong bathroom, and you ran out of there as fast as you could, she didn't seem upset. In fact, she laughed it off. It's probably best to just bite the bullet and go over and introduce yourself.
As you walk up to her, she turns to look at you. She smiles. <<you "I thought I'd come introduce myself.">> you say.
<<brianna "Good.">> she says. <<brianna "I've been wondering what your name was. I've just been calling you Tinkle Toes.">> she says. You shake your head.
<<you "To whom?">> you ask.
<<brianna "To everyone I've told the story to.">> she says. You're really embarrassed. She's been telling everyone about your mistake, and calling you Tinkle Toes to boot. She seems to sense your humiliation. <<brianna "Oh come on. It's just a joke.">> she says, giving you a little pat on the arm.
<<you "It's so embarrassing.">> you say.
<<brianna "Sure, maybe. But it's a funny story, you have to admit.">> she says. It's true... but you wish you weren't the butt of the joke. <<brianna "I'm sorry.">> she says. <<brianna "I won't call you that.">>
<<you "Thanks.">> you say.
<<brianna "But I don't know your name.">> she says.
<<you "It's $you.fakefirstName. $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName.">> you say. She reaches out and shakes your hand.
<<brianna "Brianna Benson. Nice to meet you.">> she says. There's an awkward silence as the two of your shake hands for a little longer than is comfortable. You try to make a joke.
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<<you "I swear I washed my hands.">>
It takes her a second to get it, but she laughs out loud. <<brianna "Good!">> she says between laughs. You chuckle too. <<brianna "Well, listen, I'm in a rush but I'll see you around maybe?">> she says.
<<you "I hope so.">> you say. You both smile and part ways. She pays for her groceries and leaves. After a few minutes, you do the same. On your way out to the bus stop, you think, "I should have asked for her number." You reach to your pocket, instinctively, to check your phone, but it's not there.
Great. So you lost your phone now. Oh well. You'll have to look for it when you get back home. Hopefully it's there somewhere. You sit down at the bus stop and wait for your bus.
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<</nobr>>You should just go talk to her. Sure, it was a little embarrasing the last time you saw her, but it was an honest mistake, and she seemed really friendly. You look back over at her and see that she's noticed you. She's looking at you with a smile on her face. You walk over to talk to her. <<you "You just won't leave me alone, will you?">> you say with a smile.
<<brianna "I guess not! You're gonna have to talk to me.">> she says, smiling back.
<<you "Well. OK. If I HAVE to.">> you say with exaggerated sarcasm. She giggles and gives you a light slap on the arm.
<<brianna "Stop. You know you like me.">> she says. That's pretty bold, but accurate.
<<you "You're growing on me, Brianna.">> you say.
<<brianna "You remembered my name!">> she says happily.
<<you "How could I forget?">> you say. It was a pretty memorable encounter after all. <<you "And did you remember mine?">> you ask.
<<brianna "Nope. I've just been calling you Tinkle Toes.">> she says with a mischevious grin. You roll your eyes.
<<you "Great. Add that to the pile of nicknames I already have.">> you say.
<<brianna "Like what?">> she asks.
<<you "Sex Teacher, Captain Creepy, Professor Pervert... the list goes on.">> you say.
<<brianna "Sex Teacher and Professor Pervert I get. But who's been calling you Captain Creepy?">> she asks. You think about trying to explain that particular nickname, but...
<<you "It's a long story.">> you say. She looks a little suspicious of you, but seems to let it go.
<<brianna "Well listen, Tinkle Toes, I'm in a bit of a rush this morning, but we should hang out sometime.">> she says. Sounds like a good idea to you.
<<you "Sure. Can I call you?">> you ask.
<<brianna "Of course! Let me give you my number.">> she says. You reach for your phone. Then, you realize it's not in your pocket. Strange. She notices the perplexed look on your face. <<brianna "What's wrong?">> she asks.
<<you "I don't know where my phone is. I thought I had it.">> you say. You're more than a little worried about losing it. Where could it be?
<<brianna "Well, I'm sure it will turn up. How about you give me your number instead?">> she says.
<<you "OK.">> you reply. She hands you her phone and you put your number in with the name Tinkle Toes. After all, women like guys with a good sense of humor, right? Seems so, given that she giggles when she sees it.
<<brianna "OK I got to go. I'll call you, Tink.">> she says. You just shake your head and she smiles and gives you a little kiss on the cheek. She pays for her groceries and heads out the door. You soon do the same. You wait at the bus stop wondering where you could have left your phone.
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<</nobr>>You're still a little embarrased by your awkward encounter in the women's bathroom. Even though Brianna seemed to be fine with it, you don't want her to think you're a creep or a stalker or something. Best to let her approach you first. You continue shopping and try not to stare at her.
After a few minutes, you hear her voice from behind you. <<brianna "Were you just going to ignore me?">> she asks. Oops. Maybe she did want you to come talk to her. You turn to address her.
<<you "Well... I didn't want you to think I was a creep or something. You know... given our last meeting.">> you say. She chuckles.
<<brianna "Well what if I already think you're a creep?">> she says with a sarcastic smile.
<<you "Then I guess I really blew it.">> you say, hanging your head. <<you "I'll leave you alone forever now.">> you say. You're joking, of course, and she knows it. She giggles at you and grabs you by the arm.
<<brianna "Oh no you don't">> she says. <<brianna "You might be a creep, but you're my creep now.">> she says.
<<you "Shit... I wasn't expecting that.">> you say. It's true, you weren't. She seems to be really into you.
<<brianna "I mean, I've told all my friends about you, Tinkle Toes.">> she says.
<<you "Tinkle Toes?">> you ask. She smiles.
<<brianna "Yeah. It's better than $you.fakefirstName $you.fakelastName, don't you think?">> she asks with a big grin.
<<you "I have so many nicknames at this point. Sure. Fine. Tinkle Toes it is.">> you say. She seems curious about your other nicknames but doesn't ask.
<<brianna "Well, listen. I'm in a bit of a rush. But can I call you sometime?">> she asks.
<<you "Sure!">> you say. She gets her phone out and you put in your number. She takes it back, then changes the contact name to Tinkle. She shows it to you with a smile.
<<you "Ha Ha.">> you say, sardonically. She giggles.
<<brianna "OK then, I'll call you.">> she says. She pays for her groceries and heads out. You instinctively reach for your pocket to check your phone, then realize it's not there. That's strange. You're a bit worried about where you might have left it. You'll have to look for it later when you get home. You pay for your groceries and head outside to wait for the bus.
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<</nobr>>Brianna goes to work on your cock like she's training for the fellatiolympics. She has absolutely no problem sucking you off with her mouth, her throat, her hand, and her spirit. She's one truly motivated cocksucker. You give her perfect ass a couple squeezes and light smacks while she's working. This seems to only encourage her to work even harder sucking you off. She takes just a momentary break, just long enough to catch her breath, spit on your cock, and then it's right back to work.
With this kind of motivation, you wonder what's next. You don't have to wait long to find out. Brianna pulls your cock out of her mouth and straddles you, sliding your cock into her waiting pussy with one smooth stroke. Then she starts furiously bouncing her hips up and down, fucking herself with your cock as hard and fast and deep as she can. You can barely keep your two hands on her firm ass as she grinds viciously up and down on your dick. She's really using you for every inch of cock you have. You're happy to be used. Only now do you really understand what Bill Withers was talking about in that song.
Brianna seemingly tires of this position. She pops herself off your cock and turns around to face the other way. You keep your hands on her ass to help support her weight. You can't see really what she's doing, but you feel her grab your cock and put it back in before she continues bouncing. Something's different though. It's tighter than before... and she's moaning harder than before. Guess what? You're in a butt. This is new territory for you with Brianna. And you didn't even have to convince her.
After a while, she slides off of you and gets on her hands and knees on the bed. She sticks her ass out at you. <<brianna "In my ass! NOW!">> she demands.
<<you "Yes ma'am.">> you say with a little salute. She giggles at that. You slide into her tight asshole again and fuck her from behind. She's really good at this. She keeps herself in the perfect position to allow you to assfuck her. Your strokes are long and deep and with each one she seems to get ever more excited. You are getting a little too excited as well. You pull out to stop from cumming. She rolls onto her side and you both catch ytour breath.
She lifts her leg, spreading her asshole and waiting for you to enter her. It's homestretch time. You slide in and pump her ass from the side while she grabs your hand and giggles gleefully. Her ass is now so worked out it's not really resisting you at all. You freely pump away at it until you can feel your load making it's way to the surface. There's no time now.
So you pull out. You're about to cum when she moans, <<brianna "On my face! Cum on my face!">> You awkwardly maneuver your cock right over her face as she lies back and opens her mouth, just in time for you to let loose a huge load all over her. When you've finished, she makes sure to use her mouth to clean off your cock.
You fall onto the bed, spent. Your head is at her feet and vice versa. The two of you lie there, recovering for several minutes. Then you sit up to talk to her. But she's dead asleep. That really took it out of her, apparently. You get up, clean up, and get dressed. You take one last look at Brianna, smile, and head back to the store to finish your shopping and catch the bus to campus.
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<</nobr>>You don't have to convince Brianna any more than that. She strips to her underwear in seconds and soon you've got that belt around her neck and are destroying her throat with your cock. She simply takes it, submissively without resistance. You pull out to give her a breath. <<you "More?">> you ask. She nods.
<<brianna "Please.">> she says, breathlessly. You would've given her more reagardless. You pound away at her throat some more for several minutes. Every time you pull out to let her breathe, she says, <<brianna "More.">> So you give her more.
But you're tired of her throat. You've fucked it, and her pussy, before. a few times in fact. You want to make that leap to the next frontier. The anal fontier. You suddenly spin her around and shove your entire hard wet cock into her asshole without warning. She yelps but doesn't resist as you savagely pound her hole. You grab her head and pull it towards you so you can whisper in her ear. <<you "I'm going to ruin your asshole you little whore.">> you say.
<<brianna "Do it! Break my fucking whore asshole!">> she moans. Well, she asked for it, right? You suddenly pull out and forcefully flip Brianna over on to her back. You push her legs back so her knees are near her head, take one look at her gaping red asshole, and plunge into it, fucking it harder, deeper and faster than before. She winces and closes her eyes, but keeps moaning, <<brianna "Break my whore asshole!">> and you oblige.
You're ready to see how many positions she can handle, so you pull out and sit on the couch. You look at her and point to your cock. Without hesitation or question, she climbs atop you and lowers her now gaping asshole onto it. You grab her ass with both hands and start hammering. Midway thtough the pummeling, you undo her bra and she throws it on the floor. You roughly suck and bite her nipples which seems to make her moans even more orgasmic. But now it's time for the grand finale. The triple axle of assfucking, as it were. Reverse Cowgirl.
<<you "Turn around!">> you command. She obediently does so and before can say sodomy, she's got your cock back in her ass. She balances skillfully on your lap, with a little help. You support her ass as you pump up into it from beneath. She throws her head back and moans in orgasmic passion. You're about to do the same. You push her off. <<you "On your knees.">> you say.
She gets down on her knees on the floor like a good little whore. She assumes the position of a whore: eyes closed, head tilted back, mouth open, ready for cum. You grab the back of her head and unleash white, sticky hell upon her pretty face. She takes it all with a smile and even a giggle. She's pretty happy for someone who's not gonna shit right for days. But I guess that just comes with the territory when you're a filthy little anal whore like Brianna.
You start to get dressed as she just lies there on her living room floor, covered in your cum. She smiles at you, but you just look at her, blankly for a moment, then make to leave. As you head out the door she calls after you, <<brianna "Thank you, sir!">>
Now that makes you smile.
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<</nobr>>The shuttle bus drops you at Bellend Tower and you get out and head inside. The building is very quiet. You're not sure if anyone is even here, but you head back to $barbie.name's office just in case. She may be here, working on the weekend. And if so, you might be able to get an update on the rats situation. It would be nice to know if your building is gonna be all de-verminized before class on Monday.
You arrive at her office and find the door closed. You take a quick listen at the door and hear nothing. Better knock.
You knock and hear no response. You knock again with the same result. You check the doorknob and it's locked. Looks like she's not here. Shit. Well, you think... at least you tried. You head back outside to catch the bus.
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<</nobr>>The two of you get dressed and manage to go back through the store and pay for your groceries without anyone knowing of your little excursion. That clerk must be blind, deaf, and/or stupid. You're heading out on the sidewalk and about say your goodbyes to Alida when she angrily yells, <<alida "Fuck Me!">>
<<if $alida.second==8>><<you "I guess I could... but you need to give me a few minutes to get ready again.">> you say.<<else>><<you "Didn't we just...">> you say in a whisper.<</if>> She doesn't seem to appreciate your joke.
<<alida "My car is gone!">> she says. You look around and do not see her car.
<<you "Stolen?">> you ask. She closes her eyes and shakes her head.
<<alida "No.">> she says. She points to a sign by the street. You take a look at it. "NO PARKING. TOW ZONE. BY ORDER OF HARRINGTON DEPARTMENT OF... blah blah blah."
<<you "Ouch.">> you say. You look at the sign again. <<you "How do you even know where to go get your car? It doesn't give an address or a phone number on the sign?">> you say. She shakes her head again.
<<alida "Chester.">> she says.
<<you "Chester? Who's that?">> you ask.
<<alida "He's the asshole who has my car.">> she says. She whips out her phone and calls someone. She doesn't put the number in, it's already a contact in her phone. <<alida "Hello?!... CHESTER you inbred little fuck! I was only parked there for like thirty minutes!">> she screams. <<alida "Don't you fucking laugh at me you little prick!">> she yells. She looks at you and mouths the word, "Sorry." It's clear she's gonna be busy for a while. You head over towards the bus stop and hear her yelling as you walk away, <<alida "Of course I'm gonna pay for it! I always do, don't I?... Yes...I SAID YES!!">> she screams. <<alida "FINE! Now COME PICK ME UP!!">>
She hangs up the phone and walks towards you. She sits with you at the bus stop. <<you "So I'm guessing this isn't the first time Chester has towed your car?">> you ask. She just rolls her eyes. <<you "And he's going to give you a ride to the garage so you can get your car back?">> you ask. She nods. <<you "Wow. Now that's service!">> you say with a big dumb smile. She gives you a dirty look. Just then the bus arrives. You get on and as you do, you look back at her. <<you "Good luck.">> you say. She just frowns. It's turning out to be a bad day for Alida, it seems.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>You head to the bus stop to wait for the shuttle. It's been a weird morning already, and you're not sure what time it is. You instinctively reach for your phone in your pocket to check, but find it empty. "That's not good," you think to yourself. You don't usually forget your phone. You wonder if it's at home. It probably is. You try to think of the last time you remember having it, but you can't quite pin it down.
Great.
So you may have lost it somewhere in that mess of a party last night. Not much you can do about it now, best to get on with your day and look for it later. Hopefully it's just at home or something like that.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-2c">><</link>><<if $maria.second==5>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
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<</nobr>>Upon exiting the building, you reach for your pocket to check the time on your phone. It's still not there, dummy. You remember it's lost. You shake your head. <<you "Stupid.">> you say to yourself. You turn to head back to the bus stop when you see someone you recognize heading your direction. It's the big-tittied Latina bitch who threw you in the pool. That ended up waterlogging and nearly destroying your phone. Luckily the "bag of rice" trick worked and you managed to salvage it (only to lose it later, dummy).
She also kicked you in the nuts. It's been a rocky start to the relationship. She's noticed you. You don't feel like getting kicked in the junk again, so you really only have two options here. You could just <<link "walk right past her like she doesn't exist," "saturday 7-maria4">><</link>> or you could <<link "try to call for some sort of truce with her," "saturday 7-maria5">><</link>>
<<elseif $maria.second == 6>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
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<</nobr>>Upon exiting the building, you reach for your pocket to check the time on your phone. It's still not there, dummy. You remember it's lost. You shake your head. <<you "Stupid.">> you say to yourself. You turn to head back to the bus stop when you see someone you recognize heading your direction. It's Maria, looking as plump and fit as ever. The two of you got off to a rocky start, granted, but now it seems like all is forgiven. She smiles at you and waves.
You approach her. <<you "Hey Maria.">> you say.
<<maria "Hey there!">> she replies. <<maria "How's it going?">> she asks. You shake your head an roll your eyes.
<<you "Well... not great.">> you say.
<<maria "Why not?">> she asks. <<maria "Wait... it's not your phone is it? I meant to ask you about that. Did you get it fixed?">>
<<you "Yeah, I dried it off and it works. But now I think I lost it last night.">> you say.
<<maria "Oh shit! That sucks. Sorry.">> she says. <<maria "What was going on last night?">> she asks. You are about to tell her, when you stop yourself. Better to keep quiet about last night.
<<you "Oh, you know. Same old Friday night.">> you say. It's clear she can tell you're holding something back, but she doesn't push. She changes the subject instead.
<<maria "So, do you teach here too? I teach Theater Arts.">> she says.
<<you "Yes. Psychology and Human Sexuality.">> you say.
<<maria "Ahh! The Sex Teacher.">> she says with a smile. You're just never gonna get away from that nickname.
<<you "Yes. The Sex Teacher.">> you reply. She smiles, but then realizes something.
<<maria "Wait, so... you're in the... the 'Rat' building?">> she asks. You just nod. She giggles. <<maria "No wonder you're having a bad day!">> she says. You don't laugh, and now you can tell she feels a little awkward that she did. <<maria "You wanna talk about it?">> she asks.
<<link "YES" "saturday 7-maria6">><</link>>
<<link "NO" "saturday 7-maria7">><</link>>
<<elseif $maria.second gt 6>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>Upon exiting the building, you reach for your pocket to check the time on your phone. It's still not there, dummy. You remember it's lost. You shake your head. <<you "Stupid.">> you say to yourself. You turn to head back to the bus stop when you see someone you recognize heading your direction. It's Maria, looking as plump and fit as ever. You were initially quite intimidated by how beautiful she is. Actually, you still are, kind of. But you managed to talk to her last time you two met, and she seems to like you. She even gave you a little kiss on the cheek.
She sees you and smiles wide as she approaches. You smile back, and when she gets close enough, she gives you a big hug and another kiss on the cheek. <<maria "Hey $you.fakefirstName!">> she says.
<<you "Hi!">> you reply with a smile.
<<maria "I didn't expect to see you here.">> she says. <<maria "Wait, do you work here?">> she asks.
<<you "I do, yeah.">> you say. She smiles excitedly.
<<maria "Wow! cool!">> she says. <<maria "What do you teach?">> she asks. You feel a little nervous telling her, but there's no point in keeping it secret.
<<you "Psychology and Human Sexuality.">> you say. She giggles.
<<maria "Sex Teacher! Yeah, Ai mentioned there was gonna be a new one!">> she says. You're not a fan of the Sex Teacher moniker, but it's not going anywhere anytime soon. You'll need to just live with it.
<<you "Yep. That's me. The Sexy Sex Teacher.">> you say, jokingly.
<<maria "Woo! Yeah! I like the confidence!">> she says. You laugh.
<<you "So what do you teach?">> you ask.
<<maria "Theater Arts.">> she says.
<img src="images/maria/mariaprosorry.jpg" alt="maria" class="left"><<you "Ah! An actress!">> you say. The smile drops from her face momentarily replaced by a look of nervousness. Then she smiles again.
<<maria "I guess so!">> she says. It's loaded heavily with fake confidence. Something about that exchange shook her a little. You're curious, but you decide just to let it be.
<<you "So what brings you to campus?">> you ask. She's about to say something when you can see she seems to get a better idea.
<<maria "If you're not too busy, I'll show you. What do you say?">> she asks.
<<link "I've got some time, let's go!" "saturday 7-maria8">><</link>>
<<link "I've gotta catch this bus. But maybe some other time?" "saturday 7-maria9">><</link>>
<<else>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>Upon exiting the building, you reach for your pocket to check the time on your phone. It's still not there, dummy. You remember it's lost. You shake your head. <<you "Stupid.">> you say to yourself. You turn to head back to the bus stop when you see someone you recognize heading your direction. It's Maria, and she looks red hot as always. She sees you approaching and gets a horny looking smile on her face. You approach her and when she gets close, she wraps her arms around you and kisses you on the lips.
<<you "OK, so we're just doing this in public now?">> you ask. She pulls away.
<<maria "I can leave if you want.">> she says, displeased.
<<you "No no. I was just a bit surprised.">> you say. She smiles.
<<maria "Well, don't worry. There's no one here anyway.">> she says. You look around. She's right. This part of campus is totally empty on a Saturday. <<maria "What are you doing here?">> she asks.
<<you "Trying to see if there are still thousands of rats running around my building.">> you say. She laughs.
<<maria "Oh yeah. I forgot you were in that building. That sucks.">> she says.
<<you "Yeah. Thanks for your sympathy.">> you say, sarcastically. She laughs again.
<<maria "I'm sorry. How about I help you take your mind off of it.">> she says. Is she asking what I think she's asking? <<maria "Besides, I need someone's help with something.">> Ahh. Maybe she just genuinely needs help with something. How do you feel about this?
<<link "She's just using you, and you don't like being used. You need to teach her a lesson about respect." "saturday 7-maria1">><</link>>
<<link "She's coming on to you again. Play along and you'll get your dick wet!" "saturday 7-maria2">><</link>>
<<link "She's hot, but you gotta catch that bus. Best to just leave." "saturday 7-maria3">><</link>><</if>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>As much as you'd like to just give her a piece of your mind, the last time you tried that, she nearly knocked your nuts into your chest. It's not something you want to repeat, so you just decide that this bitch is not worth it. Just ghost her. Pretend like she's not even there.
You keep walking towards her at a steady pace. As she gets closer, you can see her bitchy face looking right at you. She's itching for a fight, it seems. She approaches you and stops walking. It looks like she's expecting you to do the same. <<maria "Oh look. It's the creep. How're your balls, creep?">> she asks. You look right at her with a completely non-chalant expression, as if she's an insignificant nobody (which she is). You walk right past her without saying anything. You hear her huffing to herself in an annoyed way as you keep walking away. <<maria "What the fuck? You're not even going to say anything?">> she asks.
You keep walking, leaving her standing there with her bitch face on, and sit down at the bus stop to wait for the bus. After a moment or two, you hear footsteps coming up behind you. Then, she's there, standing with her arms crossed and her bitchy face pointed right at you. <<maria "OK, I get it. You're just gonna ignore me?">> she asks. You give no response. It makes her angrier. <<maria "Fine! You know what? I don't even care!">> she says, angrily. You keep ignoring her. You expect she's going to leave, but she doesn't. She keeps standing there. It's like she doesn't know what to do next.
After a few more silent moments of you ignoring her, she speaks up again, this time a little less angrily. <<maria "This is all your fault anyway, you know?">> she says. <<maria "If you hadn't have been such a jerk, none of this would have happened.">> she says. You remain silent. You don't even look at her. Then, after a few more silent moments, <<maria "I mean... it's not like I enjoyed hurting you. I'm not that kind of person, you know.">> she says. Interesting.
The anger is gone from her tone. It sounds like she might actually be trying to apologize. You remain silent. <<maria "I just get angry and I can't control myself sometimes.">> she says. You keep ignoring her. <<maria "OK, OK. I get why you're doing this.">> she says as you see the bus pulling in. You stand up to board it and she grabs your arm to stop you. You turn to face her. She speaks. <<maria "Look, I guess I'm sorry, OK? I'm sorry.">>
You look at her blankly for a moment. She gives you a weak smile. She's extended an olive branch to you. You say nothing, turn away, and board the bus. As you do, you hear her behind you, <<maria "OK WELL FUCK YOU THEN!!">> she yells.
Haha! Got her!
<<set $maria.third=4>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
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<</nobr>>As much as you'd like to just give her a piece of your mind, the last time you tried that, she nearly knocked your nuts into your chest. It's not something you want to repeat, so you just decide that it's not worth it. Time to be the bigger person and apologize.
As she approaches, you can see she's getting ready for another fight. She's got her bitch face on and she's looking right at you. As you get closer, you cover your junk with your hands. <<you "NOT THE NUTS!">> you say, loudly enough that anyone nearby certainly heard it as well. The bitchy look drops from her face and she giggles. Your joke worked, it seems. <<you "The left one still hurts!">> you say. She giggles more, she can hardly control herself. <<you "And the right one is depressed all the time now!">> you say. She laughs even harder. You smile at her.
This seems to have broken the tension. You look right at her and extend your hand for a handshake. <<you "Truce?">> you ask. She looks a little suspicious of you. <<you "Let's talk.">> you suggest. She gives you one last suspicious look.
<<maria "Fine.">> she says.
<<you "Good. First, I'm sorry about the pool thing. It was stupid, and I shouldn't have done it.">> you say. She seems to like this.
<<maria "OK. I accept.">> she says. <<maria "I'm sorry I kicked your nuts into the next century.">>
You shake your head. She smiles. <<you "Accepted... I guess.">> you say. There's an awkward silence. You try to break it. <<you "So, I take it you work here too?">> you ask. She smiles and nods. <<you "So it's probably a good thing that we've apologized to each other.">> you say. She nods again.
<<maria "Yeah.">> she says.
Silence again.
<<maria "What's your name, anyway?">> she asks.
<<you "$you.fakefirstName.">> you say.
<<maria "Maria.">> she says. She shakes your hand. Then you see the bus pulling up to the station.
<<you "That's my bus. I gotta go.">> you say. As you walk away, she asks you something.
<<maria "Hey, was your phone OK?">>
<<you "Yes. And no. It's a long story.">> you reply. She looks a little puzzled but she just shrugs.
<<maria "OK. Good luck then, I guess.">> she says. She turns around and walks away. You board the bus and ride away from campus.
<<set $maria.third=5>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
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<</nobr>>You think about it for a moment, then realize that it would be nice to talk to someone about the current shittiness of your situation. Even if you're just venting for a few minutes. <<you "Yeah, maybe I do.">> you say. The two of you walk over to the bus stop and sit down. She waits for you to start. <<you "What do I even say?">> you ask.
<<maria "Anything.">> she says.
<<you "OK. I HATE FUCKING RATS!">> you say. She laughs. <<you "Oh, you laugh at my misery?">> you ask. She tries to stop but can't. She keeps laughing.
<<maria "I'm sorry! It's just kinda funny!">> she says. You smile a little.
<<you "Yeah... for you. I'm the one who has to work in that building!">> you say. <<you "I was coming here to see if there was some sort of update on the situation, but Dean Whitman isn't there.">>
<<maria "Oh, I saw her earlier.">> she says.
<<you "Did you ask her about the rats?">> you ask. She shakes her head.
<<maria "No. She was walking away. She looked kinda stressed so I didn't bother her.">> she says. Great. No help.
<<you "I assume the Theater Arts teacher doesn't have much reason to visit the Psychology and Biology building.">> you say.
<<maria "Nope. I'm all good.">> she says with a little smile. You shake your head.
<<you "I really don't know what I'm gonna do if they haven't sorted out the situation by Monday.">> you say. <<you "We're kinda just gonna have to wing it... so to speak.">> you say.
<<maria "Well, it's not like you really NEED your classroom, right?">> she asks. <<maria "I mean, you can have a discussion class pretty much anywhere.">> she says.
<<you "Yes, that's true. But my office is in there too. And I have to conduct counseling sessions with students if they need it. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about that.">> you say. She doesn't seem to have an answer for that, but the look on her face at least tells you that she feels for you. Just then, you see the bus pulling in. You get up and she does to. She gives you a hug. You feel the warm touch of her big soft breasts against your body. It feels nice.
<<maria "Well, good luck. I hope it all works out for you. Don't worry too much. I'm sure you'll get through it.">> she says.
<<you "Thanks, Maria.">> you say with a smile. You two part ways, you on the bus back to your apartment, she off to somewhere else on campus.
<<set $maria.third=6>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
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<</nobr>>You're not really in the mood to talk about any of your current problems. You barely know Maria, and even though the two of you seem to have a tentative peace between you, you're not sure you can trust her. You wouldn't want to accidentally slip up and tell her something she shouldn't know, so it's best, for now, just to deny her.
<<you "No, I'll be OK. Just a bad couple days.">> you say. She looks like she wants to press, but doesn't.
<<maria "OK, I just wanted to check. If you change your mind, I'll be in the Fine Arts Building all day. My office is in the Theater Arts Department in the back of the building.">> she says.
<<you "OK. Thanks for asking though.">> you say.
<<maria "No problem.">> she says. With that, she gives you a little hug that makes you feel a little better, and she's off towards the Fine Arts Building. You head to the bus stop and catch the bus back home.
<<set $maria.third=7>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
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<</nobr>>Maria's looking mighty fine today (well, probably every day, if we're being honest here). But you're in a rush. You need to get home and look for your phone. You just don't like being without it. Besides, you've got your groceries with you, and you need to get those home too. As much as you'd like to see exactly how Maria plans to help you "take your mind off of it," you think it's best to decline.
<<you "I would love to, but I'm really in a rush.">> you say. She looks like she can't believe what you're saying. You figure she's not used to being turned down often.
<<maria "Really?">> she asks.
<<you "Yeah, I gotta catch this next bus.">> you say. She gives you a little frown. <<you "Are you mad?">> you ask. She shrugs and her frown turns to a little smile.
<<maria "No. You do what you gotta do, $you.fakefirstName.">> she says. She leans in and gives you a kiss, but this time on the cheek. Just then the bus pulls up and you two part ways. As you sit on the bus, you wonder if you just friend-zoned yourself with Maria. You hope not.
<<set $maria.third=3>>
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
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<</nobr>>Maria seems really excited to have you come with her to "help" with something. You're pretty sure what she wants help with. After all... this girl's a freak. She proved that the last time you saw her. Go with her, see what she wants, and probably end up naked with her.
<<you "Sure, I'm happy to help.">> you say. She smiles wide and the two of you head over to the other side of campus. You enter the Fine Arts Building and she takes you back to the Theater Arts section. You both take an elevator down to the basement where you find a room full of costumes and props. The back corner of the room is set up like an office with a desk and a little sitting area. This must be hers.
<<maria "Here we are!">> she says, excitedly. She closes the door and immediately starts taking off her clothes. HERE WE GO! You start taking your clothes off too when she sees you and starts laughing. You're confused. <<maria "What do you think is happening?">> she asks.
<<you "Umm... sexy time?">> you say. She laughs again.
<<maria "Look, I like you, but I really do need your help. I need your opinion on some costumes.">> she says. OK, makes sense now why she started to get undressed. You feel a little embarrased.
<<you "Oh. Gotcha.">> you say, buckling your belt. She giggles again and goes behind a costume rack to get changed. After a minute or two she steps back out, this time wearing a costume.
<<maria "So? What do you think?">> she asks. You're not sure.
<<you "You haven't even told me what show you're doing.">> you remind her. She rolls her eyes.
<<maria "Of course. I'm so stupid!">> she chastises herself. <<maria "It's West Side Story.">> she says. You immediately wonder how they're gonna pull off West Side Story at an all girls school, but you don't want to open that can of worms. You look at the costume, now with context. It looks pretty damn good.
<<you "Looks like a perfect outfit for one of the Sharks' girls.">> you say. She giggles.
<<maria "Exactly! Those are the costumes I've been working on. Here, let me show you another.">> she says. She ducks behind the rack and puts on a new costume. This one is even hotter than the last. It's more revealing. Too reavealing, maybe, for a stage musical at a reform school... but you're not about to tell her that.
<<you "Wow! I think that's even better than the last one.">> you say. She smiles.
<<maria "So... what is it about this one that you like better?">> she asks. You want to tell her that it's because it's skimpier, and you like skimpy. But...
<<you "I think it really captures the... character... well.">> you say. She raises and eyebrow, suspiciously.
<<maria "Sure.">> she says. She smiles and changes into another costume. You stand there, patiently waiting for her to emerge. You both know what's going on here, but you let her continue to tease you. It's pretty fun, and you're pretty sure it's gonna end with you inside her.
She reappears wearing another costume, skimpy as ever. <<you "OK, that's my favorite.">> you say. She giggles.
<<maria "I thought it would be.">> she says. <<maria "I think these three will do nicely.">>
<<you "I agree.">> you say with a smile. You'd agree with pretty much anything right now. Your cock has been perking up more and more. In so doing, it's robbing blood from your brain. So you just agree and agree some more.
Maria heads back behind the costume rack and then emerges minutes later wearing the same thing she had on at the start. She starts packing up her things as if to leave. This is not what you expected. You figured she'd be naked. Hell, you were even planning what positions you were going to try out with her. But it looks like she's done here. <<maria "Well, that's it.">> she says. She walks past you in your bewilderment and heads back towards the elevator. With nothing else to do, you just follow her.
The doors close and you start to ascend. You're still going over it in your head, what could have gone wrong here, when the elevator stops. You look up to see Maria's hand on the emergency stop button. <<maria "I think the elevator's stuck.">> she says. You give her a confused look.
<<you "But... you just stopped it.">> you say, puzzled. She gives you a look that says, "Seriously?"
<<maria "I said 'I think the elevator is stuck'">> she says. You're still not getting it. So, she pulls out the big guns. <<maria "I forgot to thank you for your help. AND I THINK THE ELEVATOR IS STUCK.">> she says.
OK.
Now you get it.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-maria2a">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg campus>>
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<</nobr>>So that's it. She needs something from you. It really pisses you off when women use you like this. She's super hot, which means she's super manipulative too. She's so used to just getting her way because she's hot. You need to teach her a lesson in respect and humility. But for now, you'll play along. <<you "Sure. Let's go.">> you say.
She giggles gleefully and grabs your hand. She leads you across campus and to the Fine Arts Building. You head towards the back and into an elevator to the basement. Here, she leads you into a kind of storage room that's filled with costumes and props. In the back corner, there's a makeshift office with a desk, a couch, and some chairs. This must be her office.
<<maria "So here's what I need you to do.">> she says. She's just assuming you'll do as you're told. She's about to have a rude awakening. You lock the door behind you. She notices. <<maria "What? Why did you lock that?">> she asks, nervously.
<<you "We can't be interrupted.">> you say, calmly. She looks confused, but at the same time a little... excited? Probably. After all, she's pretty slutty. Still... she don't know what she's in for.
<<maria "What... what are we doing?">> she asks.
<<you "WE... are not doing anything. YOU are doing exactly what I say. Do you understand?">> you say, firmly. She takes a few seconds to adjust to the new reality of the situation.
<<maria "Oh...OK.">> she says.
<<you "I'm sorry, what was that?">> you say. She bows her head, not looking at you.
<<maria "I mean, yes sir.">> she says.
<<you "Good. You need to stop using people, and to learn a little lesson in respect.">>
<<maria "Yes sir.">>
You start unbuckling your pants. She starts undressing too. She knows now what's happening, and ready or not, it's about to happen to her.
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<</nobr>>She's stripped down to her underwear. It's a black lacy number and it looks damn hot. <<you "Lesson one: your mouth is not for talking.">> you tell her. She sits there on the couch, and seems to understand. She nods, then opens her mouth wide and obediently waits. You grab her head with both hands and roughly abuse her mouth with your cock. She gurgles and spurts as she tries to handle the punishing facefucking she's receiving. You notice her rubbing her pussy through her sheer black panties. Seems like someone's a horny little throat-slut. But this is only the beginning for her. You've got plans.
Big plans.
You pull your cock out of her mouth and she gasps several times, trying desperately to catch her breath. You give her only a few seconds then you spin her around and push her face into the back of the couch. You slam your cock into her wet pussy with a powerful thrust and hammer away with little restraint. She moans uninteligibly, seemingly overwhelmed by your savage treatment of her hot little snatch. When your cock accidentally pops out of her, she screams and squirts all over the floor. It makes her giggle to see it, so you stick your cock back in her and continue pounding.
Once you've had enough of her in this position, you pull out and point to a nearby chair. It takes a moment, but she gets it. She sits on the chair, leaning back, and spreads her legs. <<you "You're gonna squirt for me again.">> you tell her.
<<maria "Yes sir.">> she says. You plunge back into her pussy and pound away, causing her to moan and squirm yet again. Every minute or so, you pull out and she squirts her warm juices all over, all over the floor, all over the chair, all over herself. Every time she does, you slam your cock back into her and pound even harder.
She can barely take it. <<maria "Wait, wait. My pussy can't take anymore.">> she says. You don't really care, nor do you believe her. You're sure it could take more. <<maria "Please sir, don't put it in my pussy again.">> she says. Well, she asked for it. Without warning, you stick your cock right in her asshole and pound away, savagely. She screams and winces, but you don't stop. Once you get in a rhythm, she looks right at you. There are tears welling up in her eyes, but she just takes the pain along with the pleasure.
After several minutes anihilating her little asshole, and after she's squirted a few more times, you're ready to unload on her. You grab her by the hair and drag her to the floor, getting her head in position just in time to unleash a massive river of cum all over her slutty little face. Still catching her breath, she takes the entire load, then, surprises you by deepthroating your cock to suck the last few drops out. <<you "Smile for me.">> you say.
<<maria "Yes sir.">> she replies. She dutifully smiles and sticks out her tongue, letting you admire your work. She's a beautiful cum covered slut. And you did that. This is what pride feels like.
You leave her there in her office, covered with your cum and her squirt. It's a real fucking mess in there, but that's not your problem. As you leave, you hear her call out to you, <<maria "Thank you, sir.">>
You look back over your shoulder and smile at her, then head for the elevator and back up to catch the bus home.
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<</nobr>>You've barely gotten your pants unbuckled before she's half naked and on her knees sucking you off. She holds your cock firmly with her hand, using her mouth and throat to pleasure you with deep, rhythmic strokes. Her big soft tits sway back and forth and you continue to undress while she's working on you. She's got you really ready now, and it seems like she wants to move on to bigger and better things. She stands up and leans on the railing, sticking her ass out at you.
<<maria "Fuck me, $you.fakefirstName.">> she says. <<maria "I want to see how many times you can make me cum.">> You're always up for a challenge, so you enter her from behind and fuck her pussy while she moans out words of encouragement. <<maria "Yeah baby! Just like that! Fuck me like that! Make me cum!">> You do as she says, fondling her jiggling tits and slapping your balls against her thighs. She takes ever thrust with increasing excitement and passion.
You pull out to take a little break, but she's not having any of that. She grabs your cock and strokes it, giving you a devilishly horny smile. <<maria "I want to be on top!">> she says, pushing you down to the ground. You lie down and she starts grinding and bouncing on top of you, her wet hot pussy sliding around on your hard cock and her tits flopping around in your face. The elevator creaks and shakes from the forceful humping she's giving you. Her pussy drips all over your cock and she cums, hard.
She spins herself around and keeps bouncing on your cock. You take big handfulls of her ass and thrust upwards into her pussy. She squeals, her tits bouncing up and down. You reach up and grab them, giving them a had squeeze that makes her gasp and giggle. <<maria "OH I'm cumming! I'm cumming again!">> she screams.
After that last orgasm, she's nearly spent. She falls off you to the side and lies on the elevator floor, breathing heavily. You're not done though. You lift up her leg and push your cock back in her pussy. She smiles and coos in your ear. You fuck her from the side, fondling her tits and licking her ear. It's driving her fucking wild. She moans and writhes in yet more orgasmic bliss. <<you "I'm almost there.">> you whisper in her ear.
This seems to give her some new energy and determination. She gets on her knees and you stand above her. She sucks and strokes your cock for a few moments. It's more than enough to finish you. You pull out and let loose a massive spray of cum all over her. It's on her face, on her tits, in her mouth... everywhere. She loves it. She giggles and rubs it all over her body, she licks her fingers clean of your seed and smiles up at you.
You lean back on the elevator wall, catching your breath. <<you "That was some thank you.">> you say.
<<maria "I was always taught to have good manners.">> she says.
You both have a little chuckle at that. After a while, you both get dressed and ride back up to the ground floor. She gives you a kiss and you part ways. You head to the bus stop to catch the bus home.
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<</nobr>>Your curiosity gets the best of you, and also, she's super hot. So you decide to go with her. <<you "Sure, I've got time.">> you say. She smiles wide.
<<maria "Great!">> she says. <<maria "Follow me!">>
She heads off towards the other side of campus with you in tow. <<you "So what are we doing, actually?">> you ask.
<<maria "Well... I need an outside opinion on some stuff.">> she says.
<<you "OK. That's a little cryptic.">> you reply. She giggles.
<<maria "Sorry. OK, we're doing a show for my Theater Arts class, and I need a second opinion on some of the costumes.">> she says.
<<you "Oh, OK. No problem!">> you reply. You're happy to let Maria play dress up in front of you. As the two of you reach the Fine Arts Building, she leads you inside and down the hallway towards the back of the building. A sign here says "Theater Arts."
<<maria "So, this is my department.">> she says. She points down the hall. <<maria "The auditorium is down there, along with my classroom.">> she says. You make a mental note. You come to an elevator. She pushes the button and the two of you ride it down a floor. It opens into another hallway. We're in the basement now.
She opens another door in the hallway and leads you inside a room that is packed to the brim with costumes and props. It looks like a mish-mash of many different productions, with costumes from every time period. <<maria "Costumes and props.">> she says, informatively. She gestures to and area within the costume room, tucked back in the corner, and you can see it's a makeshift office. <<maria "And this is my office.">> she says.
You stand there smiling at her. <<you "This is all really great. I never thought this school would have this much of a budget for this kind of stuff.">> you say. She smiles back.
<<maria "Yeah, it was kind of a big deal to the founders of the school, apparently. They really liked this stuff, so they made sure that the department was always well funded.">> she says.
<<you "So what are these costumes you want me to look at?">> you ask. She smiles.
<<maria "I'll start putting them on. You just wait here.">> she says, walking back to her office as she starts to get undressed. You stare slack-jawed at her. Is she really about to get naked in front of you. She looks back at you, covering herself with her hands. <<maria "No peeking, mister!">> she says with a smile. You blush and turn around so as not to look.
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<</nobr>>You're curious about what exactly she wants to show you, but you're also really concerned with getting home and finding your phone. Being without it almost makes you feel naked. <<you "I can't, I need to catch that next bus.">> you say. She puts on a pouty little face. It's adorable.
<<maria "Aww. You're no fun.">> she says.
<<you "I can promise you I am at least forty percent fun.">> you say. She gives you a weird smile followed by a little pity giggle.
<<maria "OK then, Mr. forty-percent-fun. You go ahead and go.">> she says. You smile at her as you see the bus pulling up. As you're walking away, you hear her say, <<maria "But you're gonna wish you didn't!">>
You're afraid she might be right.
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<</nobr>>After a minute or two of totally not peeking (but totally peeking a little here and there), you hear Maria from behind you. <<maria "OK, you can look now.">> she says. You turn around and see her costume. She looks damn good in it. But you're pretty sure she'd look good in a burlap sack with holes cut in it. <<maria "What do you think?">> she asks. You're not sure.
<<you "What show are you doing? You never told me.">> you remind her.
<<maria "Oh yeah. West Side Story.">> she says. <<maria "Do you know it?">> she asks.
You do, so you start to sing (badly). <<you "Maria! I just met a girl named... Maria!">> She starts laughing and cringing at the same time.
<<maria "Oh god no.">> she says. You sing louder.
<<you "Maria! Maria, Maria... Mariiiaaa!!">> She walks over to you and physically covers your mouth. She giggles. Even though you sing like a tone-deaf walrus, she seems to still like you. <<you "OK, I'm sorry. I'm done now.">> you say.
<<maria "Good. So, what do you think of the costume?">> she asks again.
<<you "It would be perfect for one of the Sharks' girls. Maybe Rosalita or Teresita.">> you say.
<<maria "Yeah, that's what I thought! OK, lemme get the next one on.">> she says. You turn around and let her change. <<maria "OK look.">> she says. You turn around and see an even sexier costume on her now.
<<you "Wow. That looks really good! It would work for Anita for sure.">> you say. She looks a little torn.
<<maria "I thought that, but I'm not so sure.">> she says. <<maria "There's another one I'm thinking about as well for Anita. Can I show you?">> she asks.
<<you "Please do.">> you say with a smile. You turn around and wait until she's changed and she calls to you. You turn back around to face her. This outfit is even more revealing. The top is sheer and you can clearly see her gorgeous breasts through it.
<<maria "So? What do you think?">> she asks. You want to tell her she's the hottest thing on this entire island and you can't stop thinking about her body, but you're not sure she wants to hear that.
<<you "I think... it's maybe... um...">> you stammer.
<<maria "Too slutty?">> she asks. You nod. She smiles at you. <<maria "Yeah, I think you're right.">> she says. <<maria "But... how do you think I look in it?">> she asks. Hmm... maybe she does want to hear it. You go for it.
<<you "I think you're just about the hottest thing on this whole island.">> you say. She blushes and giggles.
<<maria "That was the right answer!">> she says. She goes back to the costumes. <<maria "I have one more. Turn around.">> she says. You turn your back and again wait for her to change costumes. <<maria "OK. I'm ready.">> she says. You turn around.
She's completely naked. You're shocked. You definitely like this costume the best.
<<maria "I bet you like this costume the best.">> she says.
<<you "You literally read my mind.">> you say. She smiles.
She shows off her luscious body for a few moments, giving you a real show down here in her little basement office. You're entranced by her, but you're still very intimidated by her beauty. She seems to like teasing you. You like letting her. After a bit she gets herself dressed again, this time with you watching. You two head back up the elevator and out of the building. Before you part ways, she kisses you full and long on the lips. You watch her walk away and then head for the bus stop, extremely happy that you decided to help her out today.
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<</nobr>>You definitely are not ready to go over to Casey's house, after the relative shitshow that was last night. In your mind you picture the current scene over there. Half drunk, hungover students, flopped out on couches, tables, the floor... Shit, there's probably one passed out in the bathtub if you had to guess. Garbage and spilled booze everywhere... puddles of vomit, probably. It's likely a real mess.
Additionally, you'd probably have to deal with some of your students and confront the real truth that things went a little too far last night. You did some things you probably shouldn't have. So did they, of course, but you're the authority figure, the chaperone (so to speak), so you're the one who probably should have known better. <<if $girlpartychoice==1 or $girlpartychoice==2>><img src="images/casey/caseycum.jpg" alt="casey cum" class="left">I mean, you kinda fucked Casey... Casey HARRINGTON. That's something that could really have some serious consequences. And it's something that you should really deal with right away to perhaps mitigate some of those consequences.
So...
You're gonna just avoid that shit for a little while longer.<<elseif $girlpartychoice==3 or $girlpartychoice==4>><img src="images/kaylee/kayleetongue1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left">Face it, even though Kaylee is a superstar slut and proud of it, and even though she probably has absolutely no regrets about what happened between the two of you last night, you still fucked a student. And you did it at a party with a bunch of other students, so it's likely that the rumors will start flying. You're pretty sure Kaylee understands how important it is that she keep everything a secret, but it's a small town and rumors will spread like some previously unknown, highly contagious respiratory virus (too soon?)
Still, you're not ready to deal with that yet, so you kick that particular can farther down the road.<<elseif $girlpartychoice==5>><img src="images/alyssa/alyssadrunk.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left">It's not like you completely lost control and took advantage of any of your students... though you came close a couple times... but you still did some things that might be considered inappropriate. Just letting the party get that out of control was pretty bad in the first place. And even though nothing happened between the two of you, you did carry a drunk, barely conscious Alyssa into your apartment last night, and she left this morning. Anyone paying attention is probably gonna think you did some bad things to her. And in a small town like this, there always seems to be some nosy busybody paying attention to things that are none of their business.
But you're still not ready to confront the fallout of last night, not just yet.<<elseif $girlpartychoice==6>><img src="images/alyssa/alyssacum.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left">Let's face it, you did some pretty fucked up shit last night. The whole party notwithstanding, you absolutely took advantage of Alyssa last night. She was nearly passed out drunk, you fucked her, you blew a load all over her face, she called you daddy...
FUCK.
And you didn't get a chance to talk to her about it this morning. And, Alyssa still might be trying to get you fired. So everything about last night was probably a mistake. But, you're not ready to deal with that yet so you better just ignore it for now.<<elseif $girlpartychoice==7>><img src="images/carrie/carriehorny.jpg" alt="carrie" class="left">You fucked a student. What was her name again?
Ummm..
CARRIE!
You fucked Carrie. Now, she wasn't technically one of your students, and she seemed to really enjoy it. She was really the agressor here, and she understood that it was just a fling, and that she needs to keep it quiet. But there's still some risk there. And risk is a problem in your current situation. You'll probably have a lot of deflecting and gaslighting to do in your future in order to dispel the rumors that are certain to abound, but you don't want to think about all that right now, so you put it off until later.<<elseif $girlpartychoice==8>><img src="images/lizzie/lizziehorny.jpg" alt="lizzie" class="left">You fucked Lizzie. Little innocent Lizzie... and her little innocent butthole... in which you put your BIG GUILTY DICK!
She kinda liked it though, right?
Who cares about that, really. The question is will she really keep it a secret. She said she would, but you know how girls her age are. She's gonna want to tell her friend What's-her-name about it, even though she promised you she wouldn't. And since What's-her-name was also trying to fuck you (or you think she was, at least) then What's-her-name is probably gonna be secretly or not-so-secretly jealous about the whole thing. And who knows what that could lead to.
Either way, you don't want to deal with that just yet.<<else>><</if>>
<img src="images/sunday1/bus.jpg" alt="bus" class="left">So you avoid Casey's house, for now, and just wait for the next bus to arrive. There's a good chance you just accidentaly left your phone on the bus. Maybe if you talk to the driver, he's found it. Or maybe he'll let you look for it.
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<</nobr>>You wait at the bus stop, trying to remain as inconspicuous as you can. Every so often you look over at Casey's house for signs of activity but there are none, thankfully. After a few minutes the bus pulls up and opens its doors. You walk up the steps to talk to the driver, but before you can say anything, he closes the doors and starts driving away. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<you "Whoa wait. I don't want to go anywhere, I just need to ask you something.">> you say. He shakes his head.
<<wilson "Sorry son, the bus stops for no one.">> he says with a chuckle. Well... you're going for a little ride I guess.
<<you "OK fair enoungh.">> you say. He smiles. You think it may not be often that people talk to him.
<<wilson "So, what was it you wanted to ask?">>
<<you "I was riding the bus earlier today-">> you say. He cuts you off.
<<wilson "Yeah, I remember.">> he says.
<<you "You do?">> you ask.
<<wilson "Sure, I remember everyone who rides my bus. You're the new teacher at the Institute, right?">> he asks. Small town life, you think to yourself.
<<you "Yeah, that's right.">> you say. He laughs.
<img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<wilson "I gotta say I just don't know how you can hold back being in a classroom all day with all these hot young things!">> he says, shaking his head. Seems like this guys a little bit of a pervert. You two should get along just great!
<<you "It's not easy, but I manage.">> you say. He laughs again.
<<wilson "Oh I bet you do!">> he says, chuckling. Your conversation is getting a little off-topic, so you redirect it.
<<you "So, like I said, I was riding earlier and now I can't find my phone. Did you happen to see it on the bus?">> you ask.
<<wilson "No. But I haven't had a chance to look.">> he says.
<<you "Well can I look around?">> you ask.
<<wilson "Be my guest.">> he says.
<<you "Thank you, umm...">> you realize you don't know his name. He picks up on your vibe.
<img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<wilson "Wilson's the name.">> he says.
<<you "Thank you, Wilson. I'm $you.fakefirstName.">> you say. Without taking his eyes off the road he reaches out his hand and you shake it.
<<wilson "Nice to meet you.">> he says.
<<you "You too.">> you reply.
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<</nobr>>You leave Wilson to his driving and start searching the bus for your phone. You think maybe you should give him your number and have him call it for you, so you can find it more easily, but decide against it. For one, he's driving... and safety first, right? For two, you just met this guy and you're not sure you want to give him your phone number. So you just start looking.
You check out the seat where you were sitting earlier, but don't find it there. You reach down into the little spaces between the cushions, you get down on your hands and knees and look under the seats, but you find nothing. You keep looking around, doing the same thing at every seat. As you get closer to completing your search, you have less and less hope that you will find it here.
And that means it's likely at Casey's. And that means you'll have to confront the fallout from the party. This bums you out. You walk back up to the front of the bus and slump into a seat, dejected. Wilson glances at you in his rearview mirror.
<<wilson "No luck?">> he asks. You shake your head. <<wilson "Well, leave me your phone number, and I'll call you if I find it.">> he says. Is this guy joking?
<<you "But I don't have a phone, remember?">> you say. He bursts out laughing.
<<wilson "Oh right! Damn I'm stupid sometimes. I forgot.">> he says. You can't really be mad at him, since he seems quite jolly. You just sit there sulking a bit. <<wilson "Well, lemme radio the bus depot and ask if maybe someone else found it and turned it in there.">> he says. It's a glimmer of hope.
<<you "Wow, thanks! That would be great!">> you say. He hops on his radio and calls in to the depot. <img src="images/saturday7/cb.webp" alt= "cb radio" class="left">There's a lot of static on the connection, so you can't really understand the voice on the other side. It sounds like a female robot of some kind speaking some weird robot language.
<<wilson "Dispatch this is Wilson...">>
//*** robot language ***//
<<wilson "Yeah, I got a fella here lost a phone.">>
//*** robot language ***//
<<wilson "He didn't find it on the bus, no.">>
//*** robot language ***//
<<wilson "Yeah could you check please?">>
//*** robot language ***//
Wilson waits for a moment. He says to you, <<wilson "She's gonna check the lost and found for you. Just a minute.">>
<<you "Thanks, Wilson.">> you say. He winks at you in his rearview mirror. After a moment, the static robot lady talks again over the radio.
//*** robot language ***//
<img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<wilson "10-4 baby!">> Wilson says and puts the radio back in its holder. He looks at you in the rearview mirror. <<wilson "Sorry son, no luck.">> he says. You sigh and hang your head. <<wilson "Don't worry, I'll keep checking for you. It's only been a couple of hours yet. Someone will probably drop it off there later.">> he says.
<<you "Is that really true or are you just trying to make me feel better?">> you ask. He just bursts out laughing. You sigh.
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<</nobr>>You sit there at the front of the bus feeling a bit hopeless. You were really expecting to just find your phone right where you were sitting on the previous bus ride. Wilson keeps looking at you in the rearview mirror. It seems like he feels bad for you. <<wilson "Hey, cheer up son! You'll find it somewhere.">> he says. You almost want to tell him that //somewhere// in this case is Casey Harrington's den of sin... but you don't. You just smile, unconvincingly.
<<you "Yeah, you're probably right.">> you say. You're entering a wooded area now, away from the campus and town. <<if $lesson5==2>><img src="images/friday6/beach.jpg" alt="beach" class="left">You're coming up on the stop for Grace's secret beach. You and Wilson seem to be thinking the same thing. He speaks up.
<<wilson "You know what you need?">> he asks.
<<you "What's that?">>
<<wilson "You need to go down to Grace's beach and just relax a bit.">> he says. So he's in on the secret?
<<you "You know Grace? You know about the beach?">> you ask.
<img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<wilson "Of course I do. How do you think I know where to drop her off and where to pick her up?">> he says. Makes sense. <<wilson "I just dropped you and all those girls off there yesterday, dummy!">> he says with a big laugh. Of course he's right. You are a dummy.
<<you "Yeah, I deserve that.">> you say with a laugh. He laughs too.
<<wilson "Look, I'll drop you off here, and I'll pick you up later. Just wait here by the road.">> he says.
<<you "Sounds good.">> you say. You could really use some relax time at the beach.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1">><</link>><<elseif $lesson5==1>>Wilson keeps driving through the woods and eventually you emerge on the other side into something resembling civilization. You're not sure what to do next. You were really hoping to find your phone on the bus and have all this be over with by now. Wilson keeps looking at you in the rearview mirror. Eventually, he speaks up.
<img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><img src="images/intro/bellend.jpg" alt="bellend tower" class="left"><<wilson "So, what's the plan now? You want me to drop you off back where I picked you up?">> he asks. Not really, you think to yourself. That would mean being right back by Casey's house. And THAT would mean confronting last night's poor decisions. You're still not ready for that. Wilson waits patiently while you make your decision. Since you don't really know what to do, and you're not really familiar with very many places on the island, there's really only one place to go.
<<you "Can you just drop me off on campus?">> you ask.
<<wilson "Sure thing!">> he says. <<wilson "It's just around the bend here.">>
<<you "Thanks, Wilson.">> you reply.
<<wilson "No problem. That's what I'm here for!">> he says. His cheerfulness is actually starting to get on your nerves, so you just smile and remain silent for the next few minutes until the bus drops you off again in front of Bellend Tower. The bus pulls away, leaving you to wander the campus.
you don't want to run into any of your students right now, so you head to the one place where you think you can have some privacy, behind a locked door, without THOUSANDS of rats scurrying around - the photo studio in the Fine Arts Building.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1">><</link>><<elseif $lesson5==3>>You're not sure what to do next. You still haven't found your phone, you don't want to go to Casey's house just yet, and you don't really want to visit the campus either since your office is probably still rat-infested. The ferry terminal is out, since that place smells like fish, and the only other place you could really go is back to town.
<img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><img src="images/sunday1/generalstore.jpg" alt="store" class="left">That seems like the best option. You haven't had too much time to really explore around there, so maybe, in an effort to further procrastinate, you could do that now. Sounds like a plan.
<<you "Wilson, can you just drop me off back in town?">> you ask.
<<wilson "Sure thing!">> he says. He's quite cheerful, this guy. That would normally start getting on your nerves, but it doesn't in this instance. In fact, he's cheering you up a bit.
After a few minutes, you arrive at the bus stop back in town on the main street. You see the familiar general store and the other shops along the main drag. You get off the bus, say goodbye to Wilson, and watch him drive off and out of sight.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1">><</link>><<else>><</if>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>You hike down the path through the overgrown woods on your way back to the secret (or, apparently not-so-secret) beach. The trek is familiar from yesterday and you notice some landmarks in the forest that keep you headed in the right direction. You think back to yesterday, your experience at the beach with your class. There were some... eye-opening moments, to say the least.
<img src="images/grace/gracebeach.jpg" alt="grace in her bikini" class="left">
Grace in her bikini comes to mind. Just thinking about that skimpy bikini, that barely covered her fit body, has the blood rushing to your nether regions.
You think about how carefree she seemed. It was quite the contrast from the nervous and shy Grace that you met just a week ago. She really has come a long way since then. You think that you played a role in that growth and that makes you feel good.
<img src="images/friday6/kayleealyssabeach.jpg" alt="kaylee and alyssa on the beach" class="left">Alyssa and Kaylee trying their hardest to make you squirm... that also comes to mind. Those two, when they combine forces, are a collective menace to your sanity. They poke and prod, they flirt and wiggle... you do enjoy the wiggling, though.
Given all that's transpired with them, and the way they seem to enjoy fucking with you on a regular basis, you don't expect the menace to end anytime soon. Even though they may be mad at each other at the moment, you have a feeling that will pass in time. Soon enough, they'll be back to their old ways.
<img src="images/friday6/classfieldtrip.jpg" alt="your students on the beach" class="left">Now that you think about it, your whole class field trip to the beach was dripping with lust and sexual energy. Aside from Grace's tiny bikini, and Kaylee and Alyssa's incessant flirting, <<if $lesson3==1>>there was the Mikayla-mutual-masturbation incident.<<elseif $lesson3==2>>there was the Lauren-nipple-rubbing incident.<<else>><</if>> There was the Jasmine's-gonna-fuck-you-to-thank-you-for-saving-her-life incident, not to mention that Lauren and Mikayla both lost their bikini tops at one point, and you learned that all the girls actually kinda like it when you leer at their bodies. That was a real shocker.
Something else too... what was it?
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleetongue1.jpg" alt="kaylee tongue" class="left">Oh yeah, and Kaylee jerked you off and made you finger her a bit. Almost forgot about that. Kaylee's such a prolific and proud slut, these things sometimes just slip your mind.
Your mind continues to wander, and before you know it, the trees are starting to thin out, giving way to the familiar view of the clifftops and below that...
<img src="images/friday6/beach.jpg" alt="beach" class="left">The Beach. It's as beautiful and striking as you remember it. Wilson was right. A little mini-vacation at the beach is a perfect way to de-stress and spend a little time out of your weekend. You still don't have a swimsuit, but you can just swim in your undies like you did yesterday. There's not going to be anyone around to notice. That's the great thing about a secret beach.
<<if $party2==1>><<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1a">><</link>><<elseif $party2==2>><<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1b">><</link>><<else>><</if>>
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<<bg beach>>
<</nobr>>When you get down to the beach, you find a nice spot in the shade and sit down on a rock. The rhythmic crashing of the waves is soothing as you breathe in the crisp sea air. You take off your shoes and socks and set them neatly beside the rock. You stand up and take off your shirt, then your pants, leaving you only in your underwear. Ready to swim!
<img src="images/lauren/laurenbeach.jpg" alt="lauren at the beach" class="left">Just then, you hear a familiar voice. <<lauren "Is that you, Professor?">> It's Lauren. You turn to see her there in her bikini. She's looking mighty fit and has a smile on her face.
<<you "Hi Lauren. I didn't expect to see anyone here.">> you say.
<<lauren "Me either.">> she replies. <<lauren "What are you doing here?">> she asks. You thought it was obvious.
<<you "Oh, you know. I just like taking off all my clothes on beaches.">> you joke. She laughs.
<<lauren "OK, I get it.">> she says.
<<you "I needed to relax and I thought it would be nice to go for a swim.">> you reply. <<you "Would you care to join me?">> you ask.
<<lauren "Well, I actually just finished swimming. I was planning on heading back up to the road.">> she says. Then she thinks about it for a moment. <<lauren "But on second thought, I'll stay and keep you company, if you'd like.">> she says.
<<you "Sure. Thanks!">> you reply. The two of you head into the sea and enjoy a relaxing swim.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1b1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg beach>>
<</nobr>>When you get down to the beach, you find a nice spot in the shade and sit down on a rock. The rhythmic crashing of the waves is soothing as you breathe in the crisp sea air. You take off your shoes and socks and set them neatly beside the rock. You stand up and take off your shirt, then your pants, leaving you only in your underwear. Ready to swim!
Just then, you hear a familiar voice. <<grace "Professor $you.fakelastName?">> <img src="images/grace/gracebeach.jpg" alt="grace in her bikini" class="left">You turn and see Grace walking up to you from down the beach. She's wearing the same skimpy bikini she was wearing yesterday. Your boner emerges. <<grace "What are you doing here?">> she asks.
<<you "Same as you, I guess. I wanted to relax at the beach.">> you reply. <<you "I'm not intruding, am I?">> you ask. She giggles.
<<grace "Of course not, silly! I'm so happy to see you!">> she exclaims. She runs up to you and gives you a big hug. You feel your boner push into her abdomen. She must have felt it too because she pulls away and looks a little uncomfortable. <img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace looking uncomfortable" class="left">She keeps glancing down at your tented undies and back up again. <<grace "Sorry, Professor. I didn't... I guess I shouldn't just hug people like that.">> she says, sheepishly.
You feel a little uncomfortable too, but you shrug it off. She may be your student, but you're both adults, and you're alone here on the beach. It's not really that big of a deal. <<you "Don't worry about it, Grace. You can hug me when you want to. It's fine.">> you say. She smiles and nods. There's a moment of silence as the two of you figure out what to say next.
<<grace "So... still no swimsuit, huh?">> grace asks, looking down at your boxers again.
<<you "Nope.">> you say.
<<grace "I guess boys don't really need them. You guys can just swim in your underwear.">> she says. You raise an eyebrow at her.
<<you "Grace, girls can swim in their underwear too, you know?">> you say. She wrinkles up her nose a little, thinking about it.
<img src="images/grace/gracebeach.jpg" alt="grace in her bikini" class="left"><<grace "I guess we can. But my underwear is kind of skimpy. I would feel really embarrased swimming in it.">> she says. You look up and down at her bikini
IS SHE FUCKING KIDDING?!?!
<<you "Um... Grace... have you seen that bikini you're wearing?">> you ask. She looks down at herself.
<<grace "Yeah, why?">> she asks looking confused. You sigh.
<<you "Never mind.">> you say. She still looks confused, but she just shrugs.
<<grace "So you want to go in with me?">> she asks, gesturing to the water.
<<you "Let's do it!">> you say and start running towards the shore. She giggles and chases after you.
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<<bg beach>>
<img src="images/saturday7/clouds.jpg" alt="clouds" class="left">
<img src="images/saturday7/floating.webp" alt="floating on your back" class="left">
<img src="images/grace/gracefloating.jpg" alt="grace floating on her back" class="left">
<</nobr>>You and Grace swim and play in the clear, blue water. She practices diving as deep as she can while you just float on your back staring up at the few clouds that dot the sky. Every time she comes up out of the water, she ask if you saw how deep she just went. It's pretty cute. Grace is a simple soul who can find enjoyment out of pretty much anything. And even though she's often the butt end of a joke on campus, she always finds a way to smile. You admire that.
But things seem to be getting better for Grace as of late. She's making friends with the class, even the Mean Girl Contingent, and she seems to be opening up more about her past struggles. You're lost in these thoughts when suddenly you sense someone's presence right next to you. Grace is floating beside you looking at the clouds as you are.
<<grace "I like looking at clouds too.">> she says. Her voice is a little muffled because your ears keep dipping below the waterline every so often, but you can understand her.
<<you "It's relaxing.">> you say.
<<grace "I used to do this when I was a kid.">> she says. You sense in her voice a bit of a forlorn tone. Something's on her mind. She sounds like maybe she could use someone to talk to, but you don't want to push too much right away though.
<<you "Me too. I used to spend hours out in my back yard looking at the clouds, until my parents called me in for dinner.">> you say. It's a lie, your parents were barely in your life, and you didn't have anything close to a yard growing up, but that's another story. And besides, your whole life has been a lie for longer than you can remember at this point.
Grace remains silent. Maybe talking about parents triggered something in her. You know that she doesn't have the best relationship with them. You could change the subject here, but you could also stick with it to see if maybe she'll open up some more.
<<link "Change the subject and talk about something more lighthearted." "saturday 7-3beach1a1b1">><</link>>
<<link "Stick to talking about parents and see if Grace will open up." "saturday 7-3beach1a1a1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg beach>>
<img src="images/saturday7/floating.webp" alt="floating on your back" class="left">
<img src="images/grace/gracefloating.jpg" alt="grace floating on her back" class="left">
<</nobr>>You think this may be an opening to learn more about Grace and her relationship with her parents. It might serve you to know more about them if you're going to be her counselor in this new life of yours. It also never hurts to have more information about people. Information is like currency for someone like you. You wait for just the right moment, then speak up.
<<you "Did you ever do that, Grace?">> you ask. She doesn't reply. <<you "Ever look up at the clouds in your back yard... until your parents called you in for dinner?">> you ask. She's still silent. Then she replies.
<<grace "No.">> she says. Her one-word answer is telling. There's definitely something heavy weighing on her. It likely has to do with her parents. If you want to get her to talk about it, you'll have to switch up your approach a bit.
<<you "Grace, do you know what my job is here?">> you ask her. You can tell that it redirects her focus.
<<grace "Sure! You teach us about... sex.">> she says. She's still a little hesitant to say the word "sex," but less so that she was a week ago.
<<you "Well, yes. But I'm also here to listen if you have a problem, remember?">> you ask. She remains silent. You turn your head and see that she's just staring up at the clouds. After a long pause, she replies,
<<grace "I know.">> she says.
<<you "Is there anything you want to talk about?">> you ask.
Another long pause.
<<grace "Let's get out of the water.">> she says. And with that, she makes her way back to shore. You may have pushed a bit too soon there. Still, she knows you're there to listen if she needs it. You follow her back to shore.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1a1a2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg beach>>
<</nobr>>Though Grace seems like she may be thinking about something, you think it's probably better not to push her too hard. It may be your job to listen to these girls' problems, but that doesn't mean that you should force that upon her. She'll talk if she wants to. And then you might gain some valuable insight into her background. That kind of information has always been valuable to a person like you.
You decide to lighten the mood a bit. <img src="images/saturday7/peniscloud.webp" alt="penis cloud" class="left">You see a cloud that looks particularly phallic. <<you "What does that cloud look like to you, Grace?">> you ask her.
<<grace "Umm... which one?">> she asks.
<<you "The one that's shaped like a penis.">> you reply. Grace suddenly realizes which one you're talking about and bursts out into nervous giggles.
<<grace "Professor! Don't say that! You make me blush!">> she says through her giggles.
<img src="images/saturday7/vaginacloud.png" alt="a cloud that looks like a vagina" class="left"><<you "I guess now we just need to find a vagina cloud.">> you say. Grace giggles even more.
<<grace "Oh my god! Professor!">> she says.
<<you "What?">> you reply, playfully.
<<grace "Are you always thinking about sex?">> she asks.
<<you "I am the sex teacher, aren't I?">> you reply. She giggles. <<you "But it's not sex unless the penis cloud floats over towards the vagina cloud and smashes into it.">> You say. This gets Grace giggling so hard that she has to stop floating or she might just drown herself.
<<grace "I need to go back to the shore,">> she says, still laughing. She starts to make her way back to the beach and you follow her.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1a1b2">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg beach>>
<img src="images/grace/gracebeach.jpg" alt="grace in her bikini" class="left">
<img src="images/grace/gracenervous.jpg" alt="grace nervous" class="left">
<</nobr>>Back on the sand, you and Grace let the sun slowly dry the water from your bodies. She's smiling, but is still quiet and reserved. You know that there's something weighing on her mind, still, but she's trying to cover it with her good churchmouse smile. After a few minutes of not talking, she speaks up.
<<grace "Professor?">> she asks.
<<you "What's up?">> you reply. <<if $lesson2==2>>Grace thinks a moment. She's still not sure if she should ask whatever she's about to ask. You remind her about your little office session last week. <<you "Grace, I can tell you're nervous about something. But you remember what happened in my office last week?">> you ask. She blushes a little, remembering stripping down for you to gain your approval.
<<grace "Yes.">> she says.
<<you "So we're pretty much past being nervous with each other, right?">> you ask. She seems to accept this and smiles. <<you "Just come out and ask me what you want to ask.">> you say.
<img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace exasperated" class="left"><<grace "OK. Professor... my parents never EVER talked about sex. Except that it was only for when you were married and only for making babies and that God would punish me if I ever EVEN THOUGHT about having sex.">> she says. The words tumble from her mouth like she's been holding them back for years. <<grace "And now that I'm older... I think about sex ALL THE TIME!">> she says.
<<you "And that makes you feel ashamed?">> you ask.
<<grace "Well, it used to. But now... now I'm just worried because I... I don't know how to DO sex. Do you know what I mean?">> she asks.
<<you "Sure Grace. I know what you mean.">> you reply. Is this going where I think it's going?!
<<grace "And I know that you've been teaching us about sex in class, but that's just class. We don't really DO anything in class.">> she says.
<<you "Grace, what is it that you're asking me?">>
<img src="images/grace/gracenervous.jpg" alt="grace nervous" class="left"><<grace "Are you... are you ever going to teach us HOW to have sex?">> she asks. She waits nervously for your reply. This is a tricky situation for sure.
<<you "Grace, there's only so much I can teach you about sex. A lot of it you're just going to have to find out on your own.">> you say.
<<grace "But... how? Why can't you help me?">> she asks.
<<you "Grace, if you're talking about what I think you're talking about, you know that could get me in a lot of trouble, right?">> you ask. <img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace upset" class="left">She hangs her head.
<<grace "I know, Professor. But I won't tell ANYONE. I thought that when we did... you know, in your office... I thought that meant that we would... you know, keep doing things. And I'll keep it a secret, I promise!">> she says.
You should probably shut this down right here and now. But Grace is making some really good points. You started something between the two of you last week in your office. If you trust that she'll keep a secret, you could see where this leads.
<<link "Shut it down, it's too risky." "saturday 7-3beach1a1a3">><<set $graceteach=1>><</link>>
<<link "Keep the option open." "saturday 7-3beach1a1a3">><<set $graceteach=2>><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson2==1>>Grace is being cagey with her response. She wants to ask you something, but you're pretty sure she's not comfortable enough with you to really ask it, whatever it is.
<<you "You can ask me anything, Grace.">> you remind her.
<<grace "I know.">> she says.
<<you "So, what is it?">> you ask. She musters up her courage.
<img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace upset" class="left"><<grace "I just feel like I don't know as much about sex as the other girls in class.">> she says. That's most definitely true. Grace knows as much about sex as you know about astrophysics.
<<you "Well, that's what you're learning about in class, right?">> you ask.
<<grace "Yeah, I guess so.">> she replies. <<grace "But... my parents always said that I can NEVER have sex unless I'm married.">>
<<you "And that bothers you?">> you ask.
<img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace exasperated" class="left"><img src="images/grace/gracefakesmile.jpg" alt="grace half smile" class="left"><img src="images/grace/gracenervous.jpg" alt="grace nervous" class="left"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace smile" class="left"><<grace "YEAH! How am I supposed to know what to do if I've never done it before?!">> she exclaims, exasperation in her voice.
<<you "Yeah, Grace, that's the tricky part.">> you reply. She doesn't seem to accept this. <<you "Look, Grace, we all started out NOT having sex. Part of life is that you have to figure a lot of that stuff out on your own.">>
<<grace "It's so hard to know what to do sometimes. I just... I don't want to be bad at it. I don't want to give people ANOTHER reason to make fun of me.">> she says. You're struck with a sudden wave of sadness. You remember how much Grace has been bullied.
<<you "I know, Grace. It's hard figuring all this out. But you know you can talk to me about it if you need to, and you have a lot of new friends in class too, right?">> you remind her. She smiles and nods. <<you "I'm sure they'd help you if you had questions.">> you say. This seems to cheer her up a bit.
<<grace "I guess you're right. Do you really think that they won't make fun of me?">> she asks.
<<you "I can't tell you for sure that they won't, but it seems like you're making a lot of progress. I mean, even you and Alyssa seem to be friends now.">> you say. When you mention Alyssa you can see that Grace gets a little nervous and blushes. It's not a scared nervousness though, it's more like a... lusty nervousness? Interesting.
<<grace "Yeah... we are, I think.">> she says. <<grace "I think you're right, Professor. I shouldn't be afraid to talk to them about this.">> she says.
<<you "That's the spirit, Grace.">> you say.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1a1a4">><<set $graceteach=1>><</link>><<else>><</if>><<nobr>>
<<bg beach>>
<img src="images/grace/gracebeach.jpg" alt="grace in her bikini" class="left">
<</nobr>>When you get back to the beach, you and Grace spend some time chatting and letting the sun dry you off. You make a few more penis cloud jokes that make Grace giggle. She seems to me much less nervous now. After a natural pause in your chatter, she looks at you and asks you a question. <<grace "Professor?">>
<<you "Yeah, Grace?">>
<<grace "Did you ever worry that you weren't going to know what to do... the first time you had sex?">> she asks. So that's what she's been thinking about.
<img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><<you "Well yeah, sure. I think everyone did.">> you say. You know that by making her experience seem not at all uncommon, she might be more willing to open up about her fears.
<<grace "How did you deal with that?">> she asks. It's a good question, and it makes you think.
<<you "Well, I don't know, Grace. I guess I just realized that everyone has to start somewhere. And no one is going to be really good at anything the first time they try it.">> you say.
<img src="images/grace/gracenervous.jpg" alt="grace nervous" class="left"><<grace "Yeah, I guess.">> she says. There's still something she's holding back.
<<you "What is this really about, Grace?">> you ask.
<<if $lesson2==1>><<grace "I just don't know what I'm doing at all when it comes to sex. My parents never told me anything... and I just don't want to make an idiot out of myself when I do it for the first time.">> she says.
<<you "Grace, that's perfectly normal. I think everyone has those worries.">> you say.
<img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><img src="images/grace/gracenervous.jpg" alt="grace nervous" class="left"><img src="images/grace/gracehappy.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><<grace "So... what do I do?">> she asks. It's a good question.
<<you "Well, I think you kind of just have to try it. That's how we all got started.">> you say. She frowns a little.
<<grace "But I don't even know where to start. And you're teaching us some stuff in class, but... I just don't know who I can talk to about this.">> she says.
<<you "Well, Grace, you're talking to me about it right now.">> you say.
<<grace "I guess I am.">> she says.
<<you "And you know you can ask me questions, even the uncomfortable ones. That's what I'm here for.">> you say. She smiles and nods. <<you "And you've been making friends now in class, right?">> you remind her.
<<grace "Yeah I have!">> she says with a proud smile.
<<you "I mean, even you and Alyssa seem to be getting along now.">> you say. She smiles but also blushes when you mention Alyssa. That's interesting.
<<grace "Yeah.">> she says.
<<you "So you can talk to them about it too. I'm sure they would like to help you.">> you say. Grace seems to accept this and it really seems to cheer her up. <<you "You're not alone, Grace.">> you say. That seals it. She gives you a big hug and smiles at you.
<<grace "Thanks, Professor! You really made me feel better.">> she says.
<<you "That's what I'm here for, Grace.">> you say. The two of you spend a little time gathering your things and then head back up the trail away from the beach.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1a1a4">><<set $graceteach=1>><</link>>
<<elseif $lesson2==2>><<grace "I just don't know what I'm doing at all when it comes to sex. My parents never told me anything... and I just don't want to make an idiot out of myself when I do it for the first time.">> she says.
<<you "Grace, that's perfectly normal. I think everyone has those worries.">> you say.
<<grace "I know that you're trying to teach us some stuff in class... and I really am learning a lot there...">> she says, hesitantly. Something big is coming, you can sense it. <<grace "But... you know how we had our counseling session last week, in your office?">> she asks. You nod. <<grace "You really made me feel better about myself, you know?">> she says.
<<you "I'm glad I could help you, Grace.">> you say.
<img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><<grace "But do you think you could KEEP helping me?">> she asks. You're not sure what she means, although you have a suspicion, and it's probably going to put you in a tricky situation.
<<you "What do you mean, Grace?">> you ask.
<<grace "I mean, could I keep coming to you, and you'd teach me things... you know... about sex?">> she asks. OK now you're sure this is going to get tricky. <<grace "Could you show me how to be good at sex?">> she asks.
So there it is. Churchmouse Grace is asking you to be her PERSONAL SEX TEACHER. This is like a fucking porno movie. There's a lot of risk here. What do you want to do?
<<link "Shut it down, it's too risky." "saturday 7-3beach1a1a3">><<set $graceteach=1>><</link>>
<<link "Keep the option open." "saturday 7-3beach1a1a3">><<set $graceteach=2>><</link>><<else>><</if>><<if $graceteach==1>><<nobr>>
<<bg beach>>
<img src="images/grace/gracepanties.jpg" alt="grace panties" class="left">
<img src="images/grace/graceupset.jpg" alt="grace upset" class="left">
<img src="images/grace/gracefakesmile.jpg" alt="grace fake smile" class="left">
<</nobr>>This is all just a little too spicy for you given your current situation. Sure, just last week you had Grace naked in your office - you're picturing it right now, remembering how fucking hot it was when she slipped out of those little blue panties - but that was just to give her some positive affirmation about her body. You can get away with something like that. But what she's asking you to do... that's WAY too far. You need to shut this down.
<<you "Grace... I know that you feel like you have nowhere to turn with stuff like this, but I CANNOT do what you're asking me to do.">> you say. She looks sad and disappointed. <<you "You have to understand how much trouble I could get in. And I know you would keep the secret, but this is a small town, and secrets have a way of getting out, you know?">>
She seems to understand where you're coming from, even though it's not what she wanted to hear. She puts on her churchmouse fake smile and soldiers on. <<grace "I know, professor.">> she says.
<<you "But, that doesn't mean you can't keep asking me questions, no matter how embarrasing you think they might be. OK?">> you say. She seems to like this and smiles at you.
<<grace "I know, Professor. And I will.">> she says.
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<img src="images/grace/gracehappy.jpg" alt="grace happy" class="left">
<</nobr>>As much as you know you ABSOLUTELY SHOULDN'T DO THIS, you can't pass up the opportunity to REALLY be a sex teacher here. This is like a porno fantasy come to life, and you're going to figure out a way to make it work. You look at Grace. She looks back at you.
<<you "Grace...">> you begin.
<<grace "Yes, Professor?">> she replies, eagerly.
<<you "NO ONE CAN EVER FIND OUT ABOUT THIS! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?">> you ask, pointedly. She realizes what this means and jumps up and down, giggling! She runs up to you and hugs you.
<<grace "I PROMISE! No one will find out! Thank you! Thank you!">>
You hug her back until she lets go. She's overjoyed. You're still not sure what you're getting yourself into here, but it's going to be an experience, that's for sure.
It's about time to leave the beach, so the two of you gather your things and head back up the trail into the woods.
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<</nobr>>You and Grace make your way into the woods and slowly walk along the trail back towards the road. The tree cover provides some much welcomed cool shade after hours in the sun at the beach. You're both keen to enjoy it for a little while. <img src="images/grace/gracenervous.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><img src="images/grace/gracepleading.jpg" alt="grace" class="left">After the discussion on the beach, you are both happy to just walk in silence, enjoying each other's company.
As you reach the road, you look both ways and do not see the bus coming. Guess you'll need to wait a while. <<if $graceteach==2>>You notice that Grace keeps looking over at you, biting her lip and looking flirty. You think you may have actually made the wrong decision with her back on the beach. You've kind of committed here, and you would hate to lead her on. You just need to make sure she understands what your relationship is going to be. <<you "Hey Grace?">> you ask.
<<grace "Yes?">> she replies.
<<you "You know that what we're going to be doing... it's so that you can learn and feel more confident in yourself.">> you say. She smiles.
<<grace "I know. It's great! Thank you again, Professor. And I PROMISE I won't tell anyone.">> she says.
<<you "I trust you, Grace. But... I just want you to understand that we're not going to be... dating. You get it?">> you say. She wrinkles up her nose in confusion.
<<grace "Well, of course not. Did you think that's what I wanted?">> she asks.
<img src="images/grace/gracesmile.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><img src="images/grace/gracelunch.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><<you "No. I just wanted to make sure that's not what you thought.">> you say. She laughs.
<<grace "No way, Professor! I mean... you're a little old for me, don't you think?">>
OUCH.
<<you "OK. So we're clear.">> you say, checking one last time.
<<grace "Totally. You're just gonna teach me how to be really really good at having sex.">> she says.
This is gonna be fun!
<<else>>You look over at Grace and she gives you a little smile. It seems like she's more content after your talk on the beach. But, you want to make sure. <<you "Grace, is there anything else you wanted to talk about?">> you ask. She thinks for a minute.
<<grace "I don't think so. Is there anything else you want to tell me?">> she asks.
<<you "I guess I'd like to say that I'm really proud of you.">> you tell her. She smiles wide. <<you "You've really opened up and grown in just the last week. I feel like you're starting a new chapter in your life and I just want you to know that I'm here to support you.">> you say. Grace gives you a big hug
<<grace "Thank you, Professor.">> she says. <<grace "It's weird, but I feel like I've known you for much longer than a week.">>
<<you "Me too. But sometime when you open yourself up to other people, that can happen.">> you say. She smiles.
<<grace "I guess so. Maybe I should have been acting like this all along. Maybe then I'd have more friends.">> she says.
<<you "Well, the important thing is you're acting like this now. And now you do have more friends.">> you say.<</if>>
Just then, you see the bus pulling up. You wave to Wilson and he pulls over and opens the door.
<img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<wilson "Hello there, travellers! How was the beach?">> he asks.
<<grace "Hi Wilson! It was GREAT!">> she says with a huge smile.
<<wilson "Wonderful! And you sir? Did you get a chance to relax and stop worrying about that phone of yours?">> he asks you. You weren't worried about it, until now.
<<you "Yeah, I was relaxed thanks. You didn't happen to hear if anyone found it?">> you ask him. He shakes his head.
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry. Keep checking in with me, I'll keep my ear to the ground.">> he says.
You and Grace board the bus and sit down and Wilson starts driving. <<grace "What happened to your phone, Professor?">> Grace asks. You just sigh and shake your head.
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<</nobr>>The bus continues out of the woods and back into civilization. You talk to Grace about how you lost your phone.
<<you "So they didn't find it on the bus anywhere. And I'm not even sure when was the last time I had it.">> you say.
<<grace "Did you look under your couch?">> she asks. <<grace "I used to lose stuff under there all the time.">>
<<you "Yeah, I checked. No luck.">> you say. She shrugs.
<<grace "What about at Casey's house? Maybe you lost it over there?">> she suggests. It reminds you that you still need to go over there and check, but you still really don't want to.
<<you "Yeah, I guess it could be there.">> you say.
<<grace "Well, let's go over there and check. I want to see how everyone is doing, anyway.">> she says. With Grace by your side, you feel a little less uncomfortable about heading back into the lion's den.
<img src="images/grace/gracesmile2.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><<you "OK. Let's do it.">> you say. Grace smiles.
<<grace "Great!">>
The bus ride continues on and when you see your stop (and Casey's) coming up in the distance, you both walk to the front. Wilson sees you in the rearview mirror.
<<wilson "Getting off here?">> he asks.
<<grace "Yes please!">> grace replies. He stops the bus and you both get off and wave goodbye to him. He pulls away and is gone around the corner and out of sight. You look across the street to Casey's house and see some girls cleaning up trash off the front lawn. Looks like they're all awake now.
Well... Here we go.
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<</nobr>>You and Grace head inside Casey's house. You're dreading this, but Grace seems genuinely happy to get a chance to check in on her new friends. The house, though, is still a disaster. Immediately, you spot the trio of Casey, Kaylee, and Alyssa cleaning up. They all look like they've come to some sort of a truce. They notice you, but before they can react, Grace is talking to them, asking them how they're doing and offering to help them clean up. This gives you a little temporary respite from having to talk to them yourself.
<<if $girlpartychoice==1 or $girlpartychoice==2>>You're specifically keen on avoiding contact with Casey. <img src="images/casey/caseygreet.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartychoose.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">After what the two of you did last night, and the ramifications of the act, you're just trying to avoid her. You, instead, start looking around for your phone. You look in the couch cushions, under the table in the kitchen, and any place else you can think to look. After a while, though, the inevitable happens. Casey approaches you.
<<casey "Hi Sex Teacher.">> she says with a little smile. You can tell she's a bit hungover, but she's doing her best to try to hide it. She touches your arm in a flirty way and whispers to you, <<casey "You back for more?">> she says.
You pull away a little from her. You don't want her openly flirting with you in front of Kaylee, Alyssa and Grace. <<you "Cool it, will you?">> you say. She giggles.
<<casey "That's not what you were saying last night.">> She says. You roll your eyes.
<<you "Yea I know. But there are other people here so can you please stop?!">> you say. She smiles.
<<casey "OK OK. I get it.">> she says, still smiling. You're still pretty nervous about her flirting and she seems to notice. <<casey "You know, I didn't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about.">> she reassures you.
<<you "Really? You didn't mention anything to Kaylee and Alyssa?">> you ask, doubting her.
<<casey "No. I want you all to myself.">> she says. Well... that's better, you guess. Although it could really be a problem down the line if she becomes too attached to you. But for now the crisis seems averted. You and Casey head back into the living room where Kaylee, Alyssa and Grace are.
<<you "Hi girls.">> you greet them. They all look up and smile. Kaylee and Alyssa are uncharacteristically quiet. You chalk that up to hangover and maybe a little residual anger from the fight last night. You don't want to wade into that cesspool of drama, especially because the three of them seem to be mending fences. Grace speaks up though.
<<grace "They didn't find your phone, Professor. I asked them.">> she says.
<<casey "You lost your phone?">> Casey asks. You nod. <<casey "Well, I'll let you know if we find it.">> she says.
<<you "Thanks. I guess that's the best I can do.">> you say. <<you "I think I'll leave you girls to it.">> you say. You'd like to leave before they try to rope you into cleaning up their mess. <<you "Grace, you staying here?">> you ask.
<<grace "Yeah, I'll stay and help.">> she says. You nod and then say your goodbyes to the other girls. You head out of the house and back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==3 or $girlpartychoice==4>>You're trying to remain inconspicuous while looking for your phone. Grace talking to the other girls is helping with that. But every so often, you catch Kaylee looking at you from across the room, smiling. Eventually, she breaks away from the group and comes over to talk to you.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleeconfident.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Hey teach. How ya doing?">> she asks. She doesn't seem to be overtly flirting with you. That's a blessing after what happened between the two of you last night. It seems like she's the type to keep things like that a secret, thank God.
<<you "Well, not great. I've lost my phone.">> you say.
<<kaylee "Yeah, Grace told us. That sucks.">> she says.
<<you "I take it you haven't found it?">> you ask.
<<kaylee "Nope. Sorry.">> she says. <<kaylee "But we'll make sure to keep an eye out for it.">>
<<you "Thanks.">> you say. You both stand there for a moment, unsure of what to say next. <<you "So, are the three of you OK?">> you ask, gesturing to Casey and Alyssa.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Oh sure. We fight like that all the time when we get drunk.">> she says. This, you actually sort of assumed.
<<you "Good. I mean, not good that you fight when you're drunk... but good that you made up.">> you say. She smiles.
<<kaylee "Yep. Thanks for checking, though.">> she says. With that, you decide to take your leave. Since the fight seems to be settled and Kaylee seems to be keeping your little trist with her a secret, there's nothing left for you to do here. Grace decides to stay and help, so you head out alone.
You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==5>>You still haven't found your phone yet, and you're running out of places to look. You're not too hopeful that you're going to find it here, but you keep looking anyway. You notice that Alyssa is distinctly avoiding making eye contact with you. <img src="images/grace/gracefakesmile.jpg" alt="grace" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">She might be feeling awkward about accepting your help last night, even though she was so drunk, she couldn't really deny it.
You walk over to the girls and Grace speaks up. <<grace "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says.
<<you "Damn.">> you say. Casey looks up from her cleaning.
<<casey "Don't worry, Sex Teacher. We'll keep our eyes peeled.">> she says, then goes back to work. She's still calling you "Sex Teacher," which still makes you uncomfortable, but what are you gonna do.
The other girls affirm that they will keep an eye out for your phone as well. With that, there's little left for you to do here. Grace decides to stay and help clean up, so the two of you part ways. <img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile1.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left">Just before you leave, though, you catch Alyssa alone.
<<you "You OK?">> you ask her. You expect a bitchy response, given that it's Alyssa, but to your surprise, she smiles.
<<alyssa "Yeah. I'm good.">> she says and goes back to cleaning. That's probably all you're going to get out of her, but that's more than you expected. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==6>>While you're looking for your phone, you desperately try to remain unnoticed. Grace is talking with the other girls, keeping them distracted, which is good. Still, you wonder if Alyssa has already told them about what happened last night, or if she even remembers. You need peace of mind, or at least a little more information about how deep is the shit you are in with the Alyssa situation. So, you suck it up and make your way over to her, acting as nonchalant as possible given the circumstances.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssatilthead.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssalookback.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left">When you reach her, she looks up at you with a blank expression. <<alyssa "Hi.">> she says. Then she goes back to cleaning. Not much to go on.
<<you "Hi, Alyssa.">> you say. She keeps cleaning. You keep searching for your phone. Then she speaks again.
<<alyssa "I hear you lost your phone.">> she says. Grace must have told them already.
<<you "Yeah. You seen it?">> you ask. She shakes her head.
<<alyssa "Nope.">> she says. She continues cleaning without looking up. There's a moment of silence while you both stand there. Then, she looks up at you and says, <<alyssa "I did find a big load of cum on my face. I think that was yours, right?">>
YOU FREEZE.
Well, that answers the question of how much of last night she remembers.
<<you "Uhh...">> you stammer.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<alyssa "Yeah, I thought so.">> she says. <<alyssa "So is that how you help your students, huh Professor Pervert?">> she asks. You say nothing, still stunned by her words. Then, she looks right at you. <<alyssa "You're wondering who I told, right?">> she asks, with a smug smile. You nod. She lets you stew for a moment then replies. <<alyssa "No one.">> she says. <<alyssa "... yet.">>
With that, she smiles again and leaves you alone. You're in some deep shit now, you think. Your brain can't really process the potential ramifications of this right now, so you just decide to leave.
You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==7 or $girlpartychoice==8>>You continue searching but have no luck finding your phone. After a while, you head over to where the other girls are cleaning up. <img src="images/grace/gracefakesmile.jpg" alt="grace" class="left">Grace speaks up. <<grace "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says. The other girls look up and shake their heads. Well... looks like you struck out.
<<you "Thanks. Could you all keep an eye out for it, please?">> you ask them. They all let you know that they will. Since it seems like they have things well in hand here, you head out. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<else>><</if>>
<<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>You arrive at the Fine Arts Building and head inside. You walk back towards the photo studios. As expected, the building is empty, it being the weekend. You find the studio that you used for class yesterday. Your mind immediately remembers that experience.
It's pretty amazing how a group of young women will whore themselves out, given the proper motivation. All you had to do with your class was provide them the proper environment, and they were stripping out of their knickers faster than shit through a goose. They let you take pictures of them, and some of them went even further than that.
Of course, Kaylee went further... but she's all about pushing the sexual envelope. It shouldn't have been surprising when she whipped a dildo out of her purse and started plowing herself with it. That seems like a very "Kaylee" thing to do. What was more surprising, certainly, was that Olivia was getting herself off as well. And even though she was trying, rather unsuccessfully to hide it, she still did it.
And then there was Mikayla - the perfect girl - her whole life spent crafting the perfect public image. Yet with a little dig at her self-confidence, and a few pushes, she was desperately stripping down and practically rubbing her pussy all over the camera, just for a drop of affirmation from an authority figure - you. It's amazing what a lifetime of people-pleasing behavior can do to a girl.
But even with those sexy thought swirling in your mind, there are some real scary thoughts creeping in as well. You did your best to make sure that none of the girls will talk about your little photo session. They all seemed to be pretty clear that they should keep it a secret, but with this being a small town, secrets are hard to keep. Could this all blow up in your face?
With these thoughts in your mind, and no real plan, other than just procrastinating until you're ready to head over to Casey's place, you head into the photo studio, lock the door behind you, and turn on the "do not disturb" light.
<<if $party1==1>><<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1a">><</link>><<elseif $party1==2>><<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1b">><</link>><<else>><</if>><<nobr>>
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<img src="images/bg/town.jpg" alt="town" class="left">
<img src="images/saturday7/park.jpg" alt="park" class="left">
<</nobr>>You start to wander down the street with no real purpose. You've done your shopping for the week, and you have no other responsibilities right now, so this is really just a liesurely stroll through the downtown of your new home. You make note of some of the other shops here. There's a small clothing store, though it's closed right now, a post office, and the Harrington Historical Society building. It seems to be closed as well.
Seems like nothing's open on the weekends around here. What a sleepy little town you've chosen to be your home. Across from the Historical Society, there's a little park with some benches and shade trees. With nothing better to do, you head over there and sit down.
You start thinking about your last lesson with your students. You discussed body image issues with them, and as always, you all were able to gain several insights into the subject. You're reminded of how much more thoughtful these girls are than the way you pictured them at the start of your tenure a week ago. You figured you'd just be talking ad nauseum to a bunch of airheads with their faces buried in their phones the whole time.
But, surprisingly, they're much deeper thinkers than you would have imagined. All it took was for you to provide them with an opportunity and a safe environment for them to express and examine their thoughts. With that in place, they've all become quite inquisitive. Your thoughts wander around this subject until they are interrupted by a familiar voice.
<<if $party1==1>><<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1a">><</link>><<elseif $party1==2>><<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1b">><</link>><<else>><</if>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>After turning on the Do Not Disturb light, you feel a sense of relaxation. Knowing that you're completely alone in here, and that no one will come and bother you, makes some of your stress just float away. It will be nice to relax for even an hour or so before ultimately having to confront your misdeeds from last night. You smile, turn around, and are standing face to face with...
<img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile3.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left">Mikayla.
<<mikayla "Hi Professor.">> she says. You blink a few times trying to figure out if she's actually real.
<<you "Uh...">>
<<mikayla "Sorry. I know I'm probably not supposed to be in here.">> she says.
<<you "Uhh...">>
<<mikayla "But I figured that no one would notice, since it's the weekend.">> she says.
<<you "Uhh... I...">>
<img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile4.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<mikayla "I guess you figured the same thing, huh?">> she says with a little smile. Well, this is already off to a great start. Instead of being alone in the studio, now you're here with Mikayla. And instead of dodging the potential repercussions of your actions yesterday, now you've locked yourself in a room with a student, on a weekend. This would surely seem nefarious to any outsider.
<<you "What are you doing here?">> you manage to ask.
<<mikayla "Um... I just wanted some time alone.">> she says. That makes perfect sense, but something about her body language tells you she's holding something back.
<img src="images/mikayla/mikaylahalfsmile1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<you "Really, that's it?">> you ask. She looks a little nervous.
<<mikayla "Yeah. That's it.">> she says. Then, she turns away from you and sits down on the couch in the corner. She's avoiding the conversation, which means she's definitely holding back. Even though you should probably just let sleeping dogs lie, your curiosity gets the best of you. You walk over to her.
<<you "Why are you really here, Mikayla.">> you say. It rattles her, and she starts to squirm.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1a1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg studio>>
<</nobr>>After turning on the Do Not Disturb light, you feel a sense of relaxation. Knowing that you're completely alone in here, and that no one will come and bother you, makes some of your stress just float away. It will be nice to relax for even an hour or so before ultimately having to confront your misdeeds from last night. You smile, turn around, and are standing face to face with...
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio1.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio2.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio3.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left">Olivia.
You're certainly surprised to see her, and from the nervous look on her face, she's probably surprised to see you here as well. What exactly is she doing here at the photo studio, on campus, on the weekend? <<you "Olivia? What are you doing here?">> you ask.
<<olivia "Nothing.">> she says nervously. Well, that's obviously not true. She looks flushed. She's definitely up to something.
<<you "Nothing? Really?">> you ask.
<<olivia "Yeah. Nothing.">> she says. She turns to head for the door. <<olivia "I have to go.">> she says. You take a step closer to her and she stops in her tracks.
<<you "You know, students aren't allowed to be in here on the weekends.">> you say. You're not actually sure if that's true or not, but it sounds like it's true and that's all that matters.
<<olivia "I'm sorry.">> she says curtly. <<olivia "It won't happen again.">>
She's usually much more combative and antagonistic than this. She really just wants to get out of here. That definitely means she's been up to something, and it's something she doesn't want you to know about. That only makes you more curious.
<<you "Look, Olivia, you better tell me what the hell is going on here, or you're going to be in big trouble.">> you say. She sighs.
<<olivia "OK. Fine.">> she says.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1b1">><</link>><<nobr>>
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<img src="images/sophia/sophia4.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"><img src="images/sophia/sophia3.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left">
<</nobr>>It's Sophia. You're a little surprised to see here here. It's always strange seeing your students off campus, but you remind yourself that they live in this town too, so it's not that unusual. <<sophia "Hey Professor.">> she says.
<<you "Hi Sophia. I didn't expect to see you here.">> you say. She smiles faintly.
<<sophia "Well, here I am.">> she says. You smile at her. There's a nervous pause in the conversation while you both stand there. <<sophia "So, what are you up to?">> she asks.
<<you "Oh, you know, just wasting time, I guess.">> you say. She gives you a weird look.
<<sophia "That doesn't sound like something a responsible professor should be encouraging.">> she says.
<<you "Oh I'm not encouraging it. See I can waste time, but YOU need to be productive.">> you say with a smile. <<you "Speaking of which, what are you up to, young lady?">> you ask. She smiles.
<<sophia "Totally not wasting time, sir. I promise!">> she says. You both have a little laugh.
<<you "I'm kidding, of course. It's Saturday. You should waste all the time you want.">>
<<sophia "I'm glad you approve.">> she says. You smile at her and are about to go on your way when she touches you on the arm, stopping you. <<sophia "Professor?">>
<<you "Yes, what is it?">> you ask.
<<sophia "Since you have some time... can I talk to you about something?">> she asks. She looks a little nervous. Something's bothering her. Time to do your job.
<<you "Sure. Let's sit down.">> you say. The two of you sit down on a bench and you prepare to listen to her problem.
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<</nobr>>You turn to see Jasmine standing there in front of you. <<jasmine "Hey, Professor. What are you doing here?">> she asks.
<<you "Well, this is my town too, isn't it?">> you say with a smile. She smiles back.
<<jasmine "I guess so.">> she says. <<jasmine "I guess it's just a little weird seeing you off campus.">>
<<you "Well what about last night? Was it weird seeing me at the party?">> you ask.
<<jasmine "Definitely weird.">> she says.
<<you "Yeah, I kind of agree with you there.">> you say. <<you "But it looked like you were having a lot of fun though.">>
She looks a little uncomfortable. It's subtle, but you sense that something's bothering her. <<jasmine "Yeah, it was pretty fun.">> she says. She smiles, but again, you can tell it's not totally genuine.
<<you "I mean, everyone seemed to have a good time... until the massive fight broke up the whole party.">> you say.
<<jasmine "Yeah, there was definitely some drama.">> she says.
<<you "But up until then, it looked like everyone was getting along.">> you say.
<<jasmine "Yeah, I guess so.">> she says. She looks away, not making eye contact with you.
<<you "Jasmine, is something wrong?">> you ask. She looks back at you.
<<jasmine "No. I'm fine. Don't worry about me.">> she says. It seems like something is wrong but she doesn't want to burden you with her problems.
<<you "Was it something I said?">> you ask.
<<jasmine "No, you didn't do anything. Maybe I'm just still feeling the after effects from the party.">> she says. She keeps referring back to the party. Something about that is definitely on her mind. You gesture to a nearby bench.
<<you "I'm going to take a load off. Care to join me?">> you ask. She nods and smiles and the two of you take a seat.
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<</nobr>>You and Lauren swim around for a bit enjoying the cool water and the warm sun. You playfully splash each other and she giggles as you play around in the water. After a while, though, she speaks up.
<<lauren "I'm getting cold. I think I need to head back to the beach to warm up.">> she says.
<<you "OK, let's go.">> you reply. <img src="images/lauren/laurenbeach.jpg" alt="lauren at the beach" class="left">The two of you head to the beach and she sits in the sun. You sit beside her in the sand. She's quiet, and you sense that it's not the normal Lauren kind of quiet. She clearly has something on her mind. You're not sure how to coax it out of her, but you don't want to push, so you start up some casual conversation just to get her to loosen up a bit.
<<you "So how did you fare after that party last night? You all were getting pretty hammered.">> you say. She blushes and smiles.
<<lauren "I was ok. I don't really get hangovers too bad.">> she says.
<img src="images/lauren/laurenhalfsmile.jpg" alt="lauren smile" class="left"><<you "Just wait until you're my age.">> you reply. Hangovers get exponentially worse as you age, and you're right around that threshold where every one seems like it's the worst you've ever had. And each time, you promise yourself you'll never drink again. One day, it may just turn out to be true. Lauren is smiling at you.
<<lauren "Don't talk like that, Professor. You're not THAT old... are you?">> she asks.
<<you "Lauren, you don't want to know.">> you reply. She giggles. You're starting to get somewhere with her, so maybe it's time to probe a little deeper. You wait for a momentary pause and then you ask, <<you "So, is there anything you need to talk about?">> you ask. She looks a little nervous. She's getting defensive, instinctively.
<img src="images/lauren/laurenlookaway.jpg" alt="lauren looking away" class="left"><<lauren "No. Why?">> she asks.
<<you "Well, you just seem like you might have something on your mind.">> you say. She doesn't reply. She just looks away. Guess that's a yes. But should you push her further?
<<link "Push further and try to get her to open up." "saturday 7-3beach1b1a1">><</link>>
<<link "Just remind her that it's your job to listen to her problems." "saturday 7-3beach1b1b1">><</link>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>You figure Lauren is the type who needs to be pushed out of her comfort zone if she's ever going to make any progress. She's normally so closed off, that you'll never be able to help her if you don't initiate it first. <<you "Look, Lauren. Something's obviously bothering you. Just tell me. You'll feel better.">> you say. She looks even more nervous.
<<lauren "No, it's fine. I'm fine.">> she says.
<<you "Lauren, that's crap. You know it and I know it.">> you say. She looks a little sad.
<<lauren "I... I can't talk about it.">> she says.
<img src="images/lauren/laurennervous.jpg" alt="lauren nervous" class="left"><<you "So I was right. There is something wrong.">> you say. She hesitates. <<you "You might as well tell me now.">> you say. She looks like she's about to say something, but instead, she just gets up and starts walking down the beach away from you.
You get up too and follow her. You keep pestering her. <<you "Lauren. I'm not letting this go. You're gonna have to tell me sooner or later.">> you say. She just keeps walking. She's walking slowly, though. Clearly, she's allowing you to keep pace with her. If you keep this up, you'll likely get her to talk to you.
The two of you walk down the beach for several hundred yards. You keep bugging her to talk to you, she remains silent. Eventually you both end up at the end of the beach where a cliff juts out all the way to the sea. There's nowhere left for her to walk. She turns around and you're looking right at her. She sighs.
<<lauren "OK fine. But you can't tell anyone about this.">> She says. you nod, and she begins to tell you what's on her mind.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1b1a2">><</link>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>She clearly has something that's bothering her, but you think it best not to push her. She'd likely close off more if you did. <<you "When I was a kid,">> you say, changing the subject. <<you "I used to get these really bad nightmares.">> She seems to be interested. <<you "And I would wake up terrified. It would take me some time to get over them, but they made it so that I was scared to even go to sleep.">> you say.
<<lauren "That's awful. What did you do about them?">> she asks.
<<you "Well, my mother told me that i'd feel better if I talked about them. So every time I had one, I'd talk about it with her.">> you say. She seems to get where this is going. <<you "And after a while, I stopped having them. And, I stopped being so worried about having them.">> you say.
<<lauren "OK, I get it. You think if I talk to you about what's bothering me that I'll feel better.">> she says.
<<you "You, Lauren, are very smart.">> you say with a smile. She smiles back.
<<lauren "Look, I don't want to put my problems on you.">> she says.
<<you "But that's my job, remember?">> you remind her. She thinks hard for a moment or two.
<<lauren "OK fine. I've been having feelings for someone, and it's someone who, like, I never expected to HAVE feelings for.">> she says.
<<you "We're talking about sexual feelings here?">> you ask. You're pretty sure that's what she means, but you want to be certain.
<<lauren "Yeah.">> she replies.
OK, so if we just do a little deductive reasoning here... there aren't really many eligible bachelors on the island, we've found that out already. So Lauren is either talking about another girl, or... is she talking about me?
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<</nobr>>Lauren gathers her thoughts for a few moments then begins. <<lauren "I don't really know how to talk about this.">> she says.
<<you "How do you eat an elephant?">> you ask her. She looks confused. <<you "One bite at a time.">> you say. She seems to get it. <<you "Just start from the beginning.">> you say.
<<lauren "Ok.">> she says. She takes a deep breath. <<lauren "I'm feeling some things, recently, that... well... that I've never felt before.">> she says. You remain silent and let her continue. <<lauren "These feelings are kind of scary for me.">> she says.
<<you "What kind of feelings are we talking about here?">> you ask.
<<lauren "Sexual ones.">> she says. You figured as much, but you needed to be sure. You wonder if her feelings have to do with your little office session with her last week. I mean, the two of you certainly shared a "moment" with that one. Then there was another moment between you two yesterday at this very beach. <img src="images/lauren/laurenblush.jpg" alt="lauren blushing" class="left">Is Lauren getting a little too attached to you?
<<you "These feelings... are they about you and me?">> you ask. She blushes. <<you "I'm only asking because... well, we've been fooling around a little...">> you say.
<<lauren "No, professor. Don't get me wrong, I like what we've been doing. And I really like you. But THOSE feelings I'm fine with. Those feelings I'm used to.">> she says. That's cryptic.
<<you "OK, so what's so different about these new feelings then?">> you ask her.
<<you "So what is it about these feelings that makes you scared?">> you ask. She hesitates. <<you "What's different about these feelings?">>
<img src="images/lauren/laurennervous.jpg" alt="lauren nervous" class="left"><<lauren "Well... they're about... a girl.">> she says. Yeah, you had suspected that Lauren might be looking to experiment a little. There have been some hints.
<<you "OK, Lauren. There's nothing wrong with that.">> you say. She nods. <<you "Is that what you're worried about? That there's something wrong with you being attracted to a girl?">> you ask.
<<lauren "No, it's not that. I know that's not wrong.">> she says.
<<you "So what is it?">> you ask.
<<lauren "It's... Mikayla.">> she says.
OH...
<<you "Mikayla... Morrison?">> you ask.
<<lauren "Yes, of course. Who did you think I meant?">> she asks.
<<you "I don't know. I just wanted to be sure.">> you say with a smile. She smiles back sheepishly.
<<lauren "So can you help me?">> she asks.
<<you "Help you... what?">>
<<lauren "Help me... help me... I don't know! I just don't know what to do!">> she says.
This is a weird situation. Does she need help dealing with her feelings? Does she need help figuring out how to tell Mikayla? Or is she literally looking for you to be some sort of match maker here? <<you "OK, Lauren. I'm here to help, certainly. But I'm not exactly sure what you need me to do.">> you say.
<img src="images/lauren/laurenlookdown.jpg" alt="lauren looking down" class="left"><<lauren "Well, could you just tell me what I should do?">> she asks.
<<you "Lauren, I can't tell you that. You have to figure that out for yourself.">> you say.
<<lauren "But I can't! I've been trying to do that and I have no idea what to do about this! Why can't you just tell me what to do?">> she pleads. You feel for her, but she needs to understand that it's her decision. But.. maybe there's something you can do to help her. That said, Lauren needs to grow as a person. Maybe encouraging her to face this problem on her own would be for the best.
<<link "Try to help Lauren with her Mikayla problem." "saturday 7-3beach1b1a3">><<set $laurenhelp=2>><</link>>
<<link "Encourage her to get out of her comfort zone and deal with her problem on her own." "saturday 7-3beach1b1a3">><<set $laurenhelp=1>><</link>>
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<</nobr>>Lauren gathers her thoughts for a few moments then begins. <<lauren "I don't really know how to talk about this.">> she says.
<<you "How do you eat an elephant?">> you ask her. She looks confused. <<you "One bite at a time.">> you say. She seems to get it. <<you "Just start from the beginning.">> you say.
<<lauren "Ok.">> she says. She takes a deep breath. <<lauren "I'm feeling some things, recently, that... well... that I've never felt before.">> she says. You remain silent and let her continue. <<lauren "These feelings are kind of scary for me.">> she says.
<<you "What kind of feelings are we talking about here?">> you ask.
<<lauren "Sexual ones.">> she says. You figured as much, but you needed to be sure.
<<you "Well, it is my job to help you navigate those kind of feelings.">> you say. She nods, hesitantly. <<you "So do you want to talk about them?">> you ask.
<img src="images/lauren/laurenlookdown.jpg" alt="lauren looking down" class="left"><<lauren "I don't know.">> she says. Clearly she DOES know. She wants to talk about them, but she's scared to do so.
<<you "I think you do know, Lauren. You wouldn't have brought it up if you didn't.">> you say. She looks uncomfortable. <<you "Let's just start with something small. You don't need to tell me anything you don't want to, but isn't there at least SOMETHING you can tell me?">> you ask. She thinks for a moment.
<<lauren "I think I have a crush on someone... and I don't know what to do about it.">> she says. Your mind immediately goes into logical gymnastics. She has a crush on someone. She attends an all girls school. She probably doesn't have many interactions with any of the few men on the island... so her crush is either another girl... or you.
Oh boy.
<<you "OK. Can you tell me more?">> you ask.
<img src="images/lauren/laurennervous.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"><<lauren "I don't want to.">> she says.
<<you "OK, that's fine.">> you reply, not wanting to push. <<you "How do you feel about your situation?">> you ask.
<<lauren "I'm scared. I don't know what to do and I'm afraid that anything I do will just ruin everything.">> she says.
<<you "That's valid. But have you thought that something you do could end up making everything better as well?">> you ask. She looks like she genuinely never considered that, but only for just a moment. Then she goes back to worrying.
<<lauren "No. It doesn't work like that for me.">> she says.
<<you "What do you mean?">> you ask.
<<lauren "I just ruin things.">> she says.
<<you "Lauren, I'm sure that's not true.">> you assure her.
<<lauren "It is! I'm so stupid and awkward and I just overthink things until I can't even make the littlest decision... and then...">>
<<you "And then you just give up.">> you say.
<<lauren "YES! What's wrong with me?">> she asks.
<<you "Well, I don't think there's anything wrong with you, per se. But, you're focused so much on preventing yourself from doing the wrong thing, making the wrong decision, that you don't get it.">> you say.
<<lauren "Don't get what?">> she asks.
<img src="images/lauren/laurenlookaway.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"><<you "That when you know you need to do SOMETHING, doing nothing is ALWAYS the wrong decision.">> you say. She seems to understand but she's still not happy with that. <<you "Look at it this way, if there's something you want, but you don't know how to get it, you have two choices: either do something, or do nothing. Now doing something may work out, and you get what you want, or it may not, and you don't get what you want. But doing nothing will GUARANTEE that you don't get what you want.">> you say.
<<lauren "I know. But it's hard to know where to start.">> she says. She seems pretty stressed out about it.
<<you "Look, Lauren. I don't want to force you into something you're not ready for, but if you keep putting off making a decision and taking some action, nothing's ever going to happen.">> you say. She nods. <<you "How about this: you can come talk to me about your feelings and your fears and your crush whenever you want. I can't make the decision for you, but I can listen. Sometimes just talking it out will help you figure out what to do next.">> you say. <img src="images/lauren/laurenblush.jpg" alt="lauren blushing" class="left">She seems hopeful.
<<lauren "OK. I like that.">> she says. <<lauren "But I don't really want to talk about it now.">> she says.
<<you "That's fine. I'm here when you need me.">> you say. <<you "But now, what do you say we head back?">> you ask. She smiles and nods and the two of you head back up the trail away from the beach.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1b1a4">><<set $laurenhelp=1>><</link>><<else>><</if>>
<<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>She's probably not going to come right out and tell you who this person is, but better check anyway. <<you "OK. So I assume you don't feel comfortable telling me who this person is.">> you say.
<<lauren "No. It's not that I don't trust you, but I'm just not ready to do that.">> she says. That's vague. Could be anyone, really. You want to find out more. You need to know who it is she's talking about if you're going to do anything about it. <<if $lesson3==2>>With what's been going on between the two of you, first in your office last week, and then at the beach yesterday, it definitely could be you that she's talking about. It would make sense, but it could be trouble. You liked fooling around with her, but you don't want her falling in love with you. And you'd hate to lead her on.
<<you "Lauren?">>
<<lauren "Yes?">>
<<you "These feelings, are they... look, I'm just going to come out and say it, are they about me? About what we've been doing together?">> you ask. She wrinkles her face in confusion, then realizes what you're asking.
<<lauren "Oh no!">> she exclaims. <<lauren "I mean... don't get me wrong, that stuff was, well, it was really fun and pretty hot! But I... no, I don't feel... there not about you.">> she says. Then she looks a little nervous. <<lauren "I mean, not that there's anything wrong with you, Professor. I mean you're hot... like... for an... old...er guy.">> she says uncomfortably. You chuckle.
<<you "Gee, thanks Lauren.">> you say. She smiles nervously.
<<lauren "I'm sorry.">> she says. You're not too worried about it.
<<you "No worries, Lauren. I know what we have going on. It's fun for me too.">> you say. She seems relieved and smiles.
<<lauren "Good.">> she says.
<<you "But, you know, since we've shared some pretty intimate secrets and experiences with each other, don't you think you can tell me who it is that you're having these feelings for? You know I'm not going to tell anyone.">> you say.
<<lauren "I know.">>
<<you "Well?">>
She thinks long and hard, and then seems to decide it's OK to tell you. <<lauren "OK. It's... Mikayla.">>
<<you "Wow, OK. That's spicy.">> you say. She giggles nervously and slaps you on the arm.
<<lauren "Don't joke! I'm really freaking out here!">> she says.
<<you "OK, I'm sorry. But it is pretty spicy.">> you say. She smiles.
<<lauren "I guess it is. But... what am I supposed to do about it?">> she says.
<<you "I can't tell you what to do, Lauren. It's your feelings and it's your life. You have to make the decisions.">> you say.
<<lauren "But I don't even know if she'd be into me! I don't know if she likes girls. Hell, I'm not sure I even like girls!">> she says.
<<you "But you know you like her, right?">> you ask. She nods.
<<lauren "Can you help me find out if... if she'd want to...">> she stammers. You know what she's asking, but you're not sure if you should wade this deep into this thing. But Lauren seems pretty desperate. <<lauren "Ugh! I don't know what to do! Can't you just tell me what to do?!">>
<<link "Help Lauren figure out if Mikayla is into her." "saturday 7-3beach1b1a3">><<set $laurenhelp=2>><</link>>
<<link "Tell her you can't do that, but you're always here to listen." "saturday 7-3beach1b1a3">><<set $laurenhelp=1>><</link>><<elseif $lesson3==1>>
<<you "OK, that's fair. But, you know, the more you tell me, the better you'll probably feel about the whole thing.">> you say. She thinks hard about this.
<<lauren "You have to promise that you won't tell anyone about this.">> she says.
<<you "Of course not. Look, I'm a professional. This is my job. I don't take that responsibility lightly. If you tell me something, anything, it stays between you and me.">> you say.
<<lauren "OK. Well the person is... it's someone who we both know.">> she says. OK, now we're getting somewhere.
<<you "I'm assuming, given our current situation here on the island, that this person is a girl.">> you say. She nods nervously.
<<lauren "Yeah.">> she says.
<<you "How do you feel about that?">> you ask.
<<lauren "Terrified! I've never felt like this about a girl before. I didn't even think I liked girls!">> she says.
<<you "Well, sexuality is a spectrum. And there's nothing wrong with exploring that spectrum. I think that understanding and accepting your feelings is a good thing, don't you?">> you ask.
<<lauren "But that's just it, I DON'T understand them!">> she says.
<<you "Well, I never said it would be easy. Just that it's something that is worth putting in the work to achieve.">> you say. She still looks uncomfortable. <<you "Listen, Lauren, this is life. It's all about figuring yourself out. Hell, I'm way older than you, and I haven't even figured myself out yet. It's an ongoing process.">> you say.
<<lauren "But... where do I even start?">> she asks.
<<you "You already have. You're talking to me about it. You're figuring it out right now.">> you say.
<<lauren "I guess.">> she says.
<<you "And no matter what comes up, you have to know that I'm here to listen. I can't figure it out for you, only you can do that, but when you need to talk, I'm here. And the talking will help you figure it out, OK?">>
She takes in all that you've said. You can see the thoughts churning in her mind. She looks back at you and smiles. <<lauren "OK. I guess you're right.">> she says.
<<you "Not all the time, but on this one, yeah. I'm pretty sure I am.">> you say. She smiles and gives you hug.
<<lauren "Thanks, Professor.">> she says.
It's getting pretty hot on the beach, so the two of you decide it's time to leave. You gather up your things and head back up the path away from the beach.
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<</nobr>><<you "Lauren, I can't tell you how to live your life. And you wouldn't really want me to, would you?">> you ask. She seems to agree, reluctantly. <<you "But, I do want to help you, if I can.">> you say. She looks hopeful. <<you "Look, it's a bit outside my responsibilities here, but I could maybe help you find out if Mikayla would even be interested in...">> you say. She cuts you off by hugging you.
<<lauren "Oh thank you thank you!">> she exclaims, giggling and hugging you. You laugh and hug her back.
<<you "OK, calm down.">> you say. She pulls away, blushing and smiling.
<<lauren "Sorry. I got a little excited.">> she says.
<<you "I'll say.">> you reply. You haven't really seen Lauren that excited; she's normally so reserved. It's nice to see this side of her, but you want to make sure that she's not just depending on you to live her life for her. <<you "I just want you to be clear, I'm going to do what I can for you, but this is YOUR life, Lauren. Remember that.">> you say. She nods.
<<lauren "I know. And I don't want you making all my decisions for me. I want to choose my own path, but... I just need a little help.">> she says. Seems like she's in a good mental state about this.
<<you "Good. I think that's a good way to think about this. We all need a little help from time to time and I don't want you to be afraid to ask for it.">> you say. She nods. <<you "OK then.">> you say. You've both had plenty of time to dry off and warm up on the beach. In fact, it's getting pretty hot now. Lauren seems to be feeling it too.
<<lauren "I think I'm going to head back now. You want to come with me?">> she asks.
<<you "You read my mind.">> you say.
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<</nobr>>Lauren seems very distressed by the whole situation. Her emotions and her hormones are swirling around and she really doesn't know what to do next. But that's part of life. And Lauren needs to learn that. She's so sheltered, she's never going to come out of that shell unless she has no other choice.
<<you "Lauren, I know you want me to just tell you what to do, but I can't do that.">> you say.
<<lauren "I don't want that.">> she says unconvincingly.
<<you "Come on, Lauren. We both know what's going on here.">> you say. she looks a little ashamed.
<<lauren "It's just so hard. What if I do the wrong thing and ruin everything?">> she asks.
<<you "Well, then that's what happens. And then you learn from it and move on. That's life.">> you say.
<<lauren "Well... life really sucks.">> she says. You chuckle.
<<you "Yeah, sometimes it does.">> you say. She pouts. <<you "Here's what I can do. If you ever want to talk about any of this, I'll listen. But it wouldn't be good for you if I just told you what to do, or fought your battles for you.">> you say. She nods reluctantly. <<you "You need to do it. That way you're the one learning and accomplishing things in life.">> you say.
<<lauren "OK. I get it.">> she says. <<lauren "But... you promise I can talk to you about this stuff whenever I need to?">> she asks.
<<you "I promise.">> you say. She smiles.
<<lauren "OK.">> she says. She wipes a little sweat from her brow. <<lauren "I'm getting hot. You want to head back now?">> she asks.
<<you "Lead the way.">> you reply.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3beach1b1a4">><</link>><<else>><</if>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>You and Lauren walk through the woods on your way back to the road. After being in the sun for so long, It's nice to cool down a bit in the shade of the trees. Lauren saunters along slowly, looking from time to time at interesting things she finds in the woods. She seems in no real hurry to get back to town and neither are you. <<if $laurenhelp==1>> You decide to try to learn a little more about her new found infatuation with Mikayla.
<<you "So... how long have you felt this way... about Mikayla, I mean?">> you ask. Her guard seems to be really let down; she responds immediately.
<<lauren "Well, since before we started class together, actually. At first it was just, well, I saw her around campus, and she's... well... she's so pretty.">> she says.
<img src="images/lauren/laurenshy.jpg" alt="lauren shy" class="left"><<you "She is.">> you say. You don't want to give too much away, but you're a red-blooded, heterosexual male, and Mikayla is EXTREMELY attractive.
<<lauren "I was always just really fascinated by her, you know, given who she is.">> she says. <<lauren "But I was also really intimidated by her, for the same reasons, I guess.">>
<<you "I can understand that.">> you say.
<<lauren "But I don't think it really clicked with me until I got to know her better in class. It's like, even though she's Mikayla Morrison... THE Mikayla Morrison, she's still just a regular person. She still has all the same fears and weird personality things that we all have.">> she says.
<<you "That's true.">>
<img src="images/lauren/laurenhalfsmile.jpg" alt="lauren smile" class="left"><img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<lauren "And... I don't know... something about that made me like her even more. And I just... I can't stop thinking about her.">> she says. <<lauren "I don't know. Does that sound weird to you?">> she asks.
<<you "Not at all. It sounds perfectly normal.">> you reassure her. She smiles at you and you smile back. You eventually reach the road and wait for the shuttle to arrive.<<else>>
<<you "I really like these woods.">> you say, trying to make conversation.
<<lauren "Me too. I used to have a little wooded area behind my old house. We moved when I was ten, but I still remember how much fun it was exploring back there.">> she says.
<<you "I used to run around in the woods when I was a kid too!">> you say.
<img src="images/lauren/laurensmile.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"><img src="images/lauren/laurenhalfsmile.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"><img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<lauren "Really? That's so cool!">> she says.
<<you "Yeah, I always found that it was easier to play make-believe when you were in the woods.">> you say. She smiles.
<<lauren "Me too! I really miss that.">>
<<you "Playing make-believe?">> you ask.
<<lauren "Yeah. I guess that's just something we all grow out of when we get older.">> she says. If only she knew that your whole damn life is make-believe.
<<you "Yeah, I guess so.">> you say, not wanting to give anything away. <<you "I guess so.">>
The two of you eventually reach the road and wait together for the bus to arrive.<</if>>
Just then, you see the bus pulling up. You wave to Wilson and he pulls over and opens the door.
<<wilson "Hello there, travellers! How was the beach?">> he asks.
<<you "Great. Thanks for suggesting it.">> you say.
<<wilson "My pleasure! And you young lady? Did you get a chance to relax?">> he asks Lauren. She smiles shyly.
<<lauren "Yes. Thank you.">> she says. Wilson smiles at her then looks back to you. You want to check about your phone.
<<you "You didn't happen to hear if anyone found my phone, did you?">> you ask him. He shakes his head.
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry. Keep checking in with me, I'll keep my ear to the ground.">> he says.
You and Lauren board the bus and sit down and Wilson starts driving. <<lauren "What happened to your phone, Professor?">> she asks. You just sigh and shake your head.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-4lauren">><</link>>
<<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>You return back to your apartment feeling dejected that you've been unable to find your phone. You were already a little anxious about any potential fallout from that party last night, and now, on top of that, you can't find your lifeline to the world.
You wonder who may have been trying to call you. You can't help but think that you've missed a whole bunch of calls, even though you know that's probably not true. Funny how when you have your phone, no one really calls you, but when you lose it, you're worried about it.
<<if $annie.second==8>><img src="images/annie/anniesmile.jpg" alt="annie" class="left">Then you remember...
Annie.
Gorgeous, intimidatingly beautiful Annie, who for some reason actually likes you even though you've been nothing but weird and awkward around her. Yes, THAT Annie. She invited you over to her place to have dinner tonight. And she was going to call you.
SHIT.
You don't know where she lives, either. So it's not like you can just show up. You think hard about if there's a way you can salvage this. There's not. You blew it. Your best bet is to just hope that you run into her again and apologize profusely. Hopefully she'll understand.<<else>>Who knows, honestly. It's not like you can do anything about it now anyway. You're just going to stress yourself out thinking about it. It's not like you were expecting any important calls, and that phone number is not really widely available. I mean, you just got it like a week ago.
So you decide it's best not to worry about things that are out of your control.<</if>> It's been a long day what with all the running around and looking for your phone, your morning encounters with some of the island's beautiful ladies, and your afternoon impromptu counseling session. Right now, all you want to do is just relax with a nice cold beer and a nice hot homemade meal.
<img src="images/saturday7/curry.jpg" alt="curry" class="left">You get into your fridge where your groceries are and start pulling out some that you think you can make something delicious out of. This is usually how you do it. Recipes are for pussies. You make an improvised curry sort of thing and settle down on the couch for a relaxing evening.
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<</nobr>>You and Lauren head inside Casey's house. You're dreading this, but at least you have someone with you. Lauren, though not the social butterfly, has been opening up to the other girls more lately. Maybe she can run some interference for you.
The house, though, is still a disaster. Immediately, you spot the trio of Casey, Kaylee, and Alyssa cleaning up. They all look like they've come to some sort of a truce. They notice you, but before they can react, Lauren is already talking to them, asking them how they're doing and offering to help them clean up. Lucky for you, this gives you a little temporary respite from having to talk to them yourself.
<<if $girlpartychoice==1 or $girlpartychoice==2>>You're specifically keen on avoiding contact with Casey. <img src="images/casey/caseygreet.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartychoose.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">After what the two of you did last night, and the ramifications of the act, you're just trying to avoid her. You, instead, start looking around for your phone. You look in the couch cushions, under the table in the kitchen, and any place else you can think to look. After a while, though, the inevitable happens. Casey approaches you.
<<casey "Hi Sex Teacher.">> she says with a little smile. You can tell she's a bit hungover, but she's doing her best to try to hide it. She touches your arm in a flirty way and whispers to you, <<casey "You back for more?">> she says.
You pull away a little from her. You don't want her openly flirting with you in front of Kaylee, Alyssa and Lauren. <<you "Cool it, will you?">> you say. She giggles.
<<casey "That's not what you were saying last night.">> She says. You roll your eyes.
<<you "Yea I know. But there are other people here so can you please stop?!">> you say. She smiles.
<<casey "OK OK. I get it.">> she says, still smiling. You're still pretty nervous about her flirting and she seems to notice. <<casey "You know, I didn't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about.">> she reassures you.
<<you "Really? You didn't mention anything to Kaylee and Alyssa?">> you ask, doubting her.
<<casey "No. I want you all to myself.">> she says. Well... that's better, you guess. Although it could really be a problem down the line if she becomes too attached to you. But for now the crisis seems averted. You and Casey head back into the living room where Kaylee, Alyssa and Lauren are.
<<you "Hi girls.">> you greet them. They all look up and smile. Kaylee and Alyssa are uncharacteristically quiet. You chalk that up to hangover and maybe a little residual anger from the fight last night. You don't want to wade into that cesspool of drama, especially because the three of them seem to be mending fences. Lauren speaks up though.
<<lauren "They didn't find your phone, Professor. I asked them.">> she says.
<<casey "You lost your phone?">> Casey asks. You nod. <<casey "Well, I'll let you know if we find it.">> she says.
<<you "Thanks. I guess that's the best I can do.">> you say. <<you "I think I'll leave you girls to it.">> you say. You'd like to leave before they try to rope you into cleaning up their mess. <<you "Lauren, you coming or staying?">> you ask.
<<lauren "I'll stay and help.">> she says. You nod and then say your goodbyes to the other girls. You head out of the house and back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==3 or $girlpartychoice==4>>You're trying to remain inconspicuous while looking for your phone. Lauren talking to the other girls is helping with that. But every so often, you catch Kaylee looking at you from across the room, smiling. Eventually, she breaks away from the group and comes over to talk to you.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleeconfident.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Hey teach. How ya doing?">> she asks. She doesn't seem to be overtly flirting with you. That's a blessing after what happened between the two of you last night. It seems like she's the type to keep things like that a secret, thank God.
<<you "Well, not great. I've lost my phone.">> you say.
<<kaylee "Yeah, Lauren told us. That sucks.">> she says.
<<you "I take it you haven't found it?">> you ask.
<<kaylee "Nope. Sorry.">> she says. <<kaylee "But we'll make sure to keep an eye out for it.">>
<<you "Thanks.">> you say. You both stand there for a moment, unsure of what to say next. <<you "So, are the three of you OK?">> you ask, gesturing to Casey and Alyssa.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Oh sure. We fight like that all the time when we get drunk.">> she says. This, you actually sort of assumed.
<<you "Good. I mean, not good that you fight when you're drunk... but good that you made up.">> you say. She smiles.
<<kaylee "Yep. Thanks for checking, though.">> she says. With that, you decide to take your leave. Since the fight seems to be settled and Kaylee seems to be keeping your little trist with her a secret, there's nothing left for you to do here. Lauren decides to stay and help, so you head out alone.
You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==5>>You still haven't found your phone yet, and you're running out of places to look. You're not too hopeful that you're going to find it here, but you keep looking anyway. You notice that Alyssa is distinctly avoiding making eye contact with you. <img src="images/lauren/laurenshy.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">She might be feeling awkward about accepting your help last night, even though she was so drunk, she couldn't really deny it.
You walk over to the girls and Lauren speaks up. <<lauren "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says.
<<you "Damn.">> you say. Casey looks up from her cleaning.
<<casey "Don't worry, Sex Teacher. We'll keep our eyes peeled.">> she says, then goes back to work. She's still calling you "Sex Teacher," which still makes you uncomfortable, but what are you gonna do.
The other girls affirm that they will keep an eye out for your phone as well. With that, there's little left for you to do here. Lauren decides to stay and help clean up, so the two of you part ways. Just before you leave, though, you catch Alyssa alone.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile1.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<you "You OK?">> you ask her. You expect a bitchy response, given that it's Alyssa, but to your surprise, she smiles.
<<alyssa "Yeah. I'm good.">> she says and goes back to cleaning. That's probably all you're going to get out of her, but that's more than you expected. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==6>>While you're looking for your phone, you desperately try to remain unnoticed. Lauren is talking with the other girls, keeping them distracted, which is good. Still, you wonder if Alyssa has already told them about what happened last night, or if she even remembers. You need peace of mind, or at least a little more information about how deep is the shit you are in with the Alyssa situation. So, you suck it up and make your way over to her, acting as nonchalant as possible given the circumstances.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssatilthead.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssalookback.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left">When you reach her, she looks up at you with a blank expression. <<alyssa "Hi.">> she says. Then she goes back to cleaning. Not much to go on.
<<you "Hi, Alyssa.">> you say. She keeps cleaning. You keep searching for your phone. Then she speaks again.
<<alyssa "I hear you lost your phone.">> she says. Lauren must have told them already.
<<you "Yeah. You seen it?">> you ask. She shakes her head.
<<alyssa "Nope.">> she says. She continues cleaning without looking up. There's a moment of silence while you both stand there. Then, she looks up at you and says, <<alyssa "I did find a big load of cum on my face. I think that was yours, right?">>
YOU FREEZE.
Well, that answers the question of how much of last night she remembers.
<<you "Uhh...">> you stammer.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<alyssa "Yeah, I thought so.">> she says. <<alyssa "So is that how you help your students, huh Professor Pervert?">> she asks. You say nothing, still stunned buy her words. Then, she looks right at you. <<alyssa "You're wondering who I told, right?">> she asks, with a smug smile. You nod. She lets you stew for a moment then replies. <<alyssa "No one.">> she says. <<alyssa "... yet.">>
With that, she smiles again and leaves you alone. You're in some deep shit now, you think. Your brain can't really process the potential ramifications of this right now, so you just decide to leave.
You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==7 or $girlpartychoice==8>>You continue searching but have no luck finding your phone. After a while, you head over to where the other girls are cleaning up. Lauren speaks up. <img src="images/lauren/laurenshy.jpg" alt="lauren" class="left"><<lauren "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says. The other girls look up and shake their heads. Well... looks like you struck out.
<<you "Thanks. Could you all keep an eye out for it, please?">> you ask them. They all let you know that they will. Since it seems like they have things well in hand here, you head out. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<else>><</if>>
<<nobr>>
<<bg town>>
<img src="images/lauren/laurenhalfsmile.jpg" alt="lauren smile" class="left">
<img src="images/lauren/laurensmile1.jpg" alt="lauren smile" class="left">
<img src="images/lauren/laurenblush.jpg" alt="lauren blushing" class="left">
<</nobr>>The bus travels along, taking you and Lauren out of the woods and back towards the town. She's quiet for a few minutes, and you are as well. Then she tries to strike up a conversation.
<<lauren "So where do you think you lost your phone?">> she asks.
<<you "I wish I knew. I don't even remember the last time I had it.">> you say.
<<lauren "Well, whenever I lose anything, I just retrace my steps. What did you do today?">> she asks.
<<you "Well, I went to the store, and I stopped by campus.">> you tell her, leaving out the details, of course. <<you "But I noticed I was missing it right away, so I don't think it's in either of those places.">> you say.
<<lauren "Maybe it's back at your apartment?">>
<<you "No, I already looked all over there.">>
She thinks for a minute. <<lauren "Well, did you lose it at Casey's house?">> she asks. You've been dreading thinking about it, but you have to face it now.
<<you "Maybe.">> you say.
<<lauren "Well, let's just go there and check.">> she says. It's probably time you suck it up and do just that.
<<you "OK. Let's do it.">> you say. After a few minutes, Wilson drops you off at your bus stop and then drives away. You look across the street and see that there are some girls cleaning up the front lawn. Looks like the crew is finally awake. You take a deep breath, and you both head over there.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-4lauren1">><</link>><<nobr>>
<<bg studio>><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylanervous.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left">
<img src="images/mikayla/mikaylahalfsmile1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left">
<img src="images/mikayla/mikaylashootmem.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left">
<</nobr>>You stand over Mikayla as she fidgets nervously. <<you "Mikayla, you and I both know that you're not the type to just take some time off to relax. If you're in here, on a weekend, there's a reason.">> you say.
<<mikayla "No there's not.">> she says.
<<you "Mikayla, I really don't like it when people lie to me.">> you say. You're hoping this taps into her near obsessive need to please authority figures. Judging from the shift in her facial expression, you think that it's working. She looks down and takes a deep breath.
<<mikayla "OK, fine. You're right. I'm not just here to get some time to myself, well, not only for that.">> she says.
<<you "Good. Now we're getting somewhere.">> you say. <<you "So why are you really here?">> you ask. She takes a moment to gather herself. Whatever it is, she's trying to figure out the best way to tell you. You give her time.
<<mikayla "I... I haven't been able to stop thinking about yesterday.">> she says.
<<you "Do you mean the party?">> you ask.
<<mikayla "No, not the party. I mean... our class... the lesson from yesterday.">> she says. So that's it. Guess you're not the only one who's been thinking about yesterday's little photoshoot.
<<you "The photoshoot.">> you say. She nods. <<you "What was it, specifically, that's been on your mind?">> you ask. You're pretty sure you know, but you want to hear her say it.
<<mikayla "I... I... no. I don't want to talk about it.">> She says.
You've already come this far with Mikayla. And now, she's shutting down again. From what you know about her personality, there are a couple ways you could play this.
<<link "Play on her need to please authority figures and take a strong hand with her." "saturday 7-3campus1a1a1">><</link>>
<<link "Play on her overachieving nature and let her know that you can only help her improve herself if she opens up to you." "saturday 7-3campus1a1b1">><</link>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>If there's one thing you know about Mikayla, it's that she has a desperate need to please authority figures. She's a people pleaser and a rule follower. And even though she's gotten out of her little shell a bit in the last week, you know she'll revert back to those behaviors if you push her in that direction.
<img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasad.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylathink2.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaoffended1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<you "Mikayla. I'm really disappointed in you. I never thought that you'd straight out lie to your teacher. That's not the type of person you are.">> you say. She immediately looks ashamed.
<<mikayla "I know, Professor. I'm sorry.">> she says.
<<you "Mikayla, sorry is not good enough. It's just a word.">> you say.
<<mikayla "I know.">>
<<you "Then you need to tell me what's really going on. Tell me why you're here.">> you say with a firm tone. That seems to seal the deal.
<<mikayla "I can't stop thinking about the photoshoot yesterday.">> she says.
<<you "I know. You said that much already. Stop wasting my time, Mikayla.">> you say. She snaps to, like a soldier given an order.
<<mikayla "I was disappointed in myself. I just knew I could do better, but there wasn't enough time.">> she says.
So that's it. Mikayla wants to be the best slut she can be. You figured it might be that, but now you know for sure. Her overachieving mindset won't let her lose, no matter the contest. And if that contest is to take off all her clothes and get slutty in front of a camera, then so be it.
<<you "Don't worry, Mikayla. You did perfectly fine.">> you say. You're careful to word it exactly this way, knowing that it will make her even more driven.
<<mikayla "I DON'T WANT TO BE JUST FINE.">> she says adamantly.
<<you "You want to be the best.">> you say. She nods.
<<mikayla "Yes. But I... I just don't know how to do it. I've been here trying all day.">> she says. You picture her stripping down here and looking at herself in the mirror, trying different poses and moving her fit petite body around. THE Mikayla Morrison, practicing her slut game. It almost makes you laugh.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3campus1a1a2">><</link>><<if $lesson3==1>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>She sits there with a worried and frustrated look on her face. She's clearly trying hard to figure this all out. She seems convinced that being sexy and slutty is something she should be able to just "schoolbook" her way through to the top. She's pretty much been able to do that with everything else in her life.
But this thing is different, and you know that. <<you "Don't beat yourself up, Mikayla. You haven't really had a lot of experience here.">> you say. She huffs.
<<mikayla "That doesn't matter. I can do anything I put my mind to.">> she says.
<<you "Sure. That's the right attitude. But you still need time to develop any skill. You know that.">> you say.
<<mikayla "Yes, I know.">> she says.
<<you "Practice makes perfect.">> you remind her. She sighs.
<<mikayla "But I don't even know where to start. What do I even practice?">> she says. You can definitely think of a few things.
<<you "Have you thought, maybe, you could talk to Kaylee about this? She's the resident expert on the subject, you know.">>
<img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaoffended1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<mikayla "No. I can't do that.">> she says adamantly.
<<you "Why not?">>
<<mikayla "She's too... we wouldn't... I just can't.">> she says. You get it. Even though she and Kaylee have been getting along better this last week, she still has all the bad memories from when Kaylee was making fun of her all the time. <<mikayla "I don't know what to do, Professor.">> she says. You just give her a sympathetic nod.
<<you "It's a tough one.">> you say.
<<mikayla "Can you help me?">> she asks. You were waiting for this. It was only logical, you being The Sex Teacher, that she would eventually ask you to teach her how to be sexy.
<<you "Well, I don't really know what you expect me to do, Mikayla.">> you say, with feigned innocence. She's smart, though, and she sees through it.
<img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasass.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<mikayla "Oh come on. After what we did in your office last week, you really expect me to believe that?">> she asks. You smile.
<<you "OK, you got me.">> you say. <<you "But still, what are you thinking here?">> you ask.
<<mikayla "Well, we could have private sessions, like the one in your office, but we could do them in here instead.">> she says. <<mikayla "And you could teach me... EVERYTHING.">>
Oh boy. So there it is. She wants you to teach her EVERYTHING about being a sexy little slut. How far do you want to take this?
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<<link "Fuck it. Let's teach her EVERYTHING." "saturday 7-3campus1a1a3">><<set $mikaylateach=2>><</link>><<elseif $lesson3==2>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>She sits there with a worried and frustrated look on her face. She's clearly trying hard to figure this all out. She seems convinced that being sexy and slutty is something she should be able to just "schoolbook" her way through to the top. She's pretty much been able to do that with everything else in her life.
But this thing is different, and you know that. <<you "Don't beat yourself up, Mikayla. You haven't really had a lot of experience here.">> you say. She huffs.
<<mikayla "That doesn't matter. I can do anything I put my mind to.">> she says.
<<you "Sure. That's the right attitude. But you still need time to develop any skill. You know that.">> you say.
<<mikayla "Yes, I know.">> she says.
<<you "Practice makes perfect.">> you remind her. She sighs.
<<mikayla "But I don't even know where to start. What do I even practice?">> she says. You can definitely think of a few things.
<<you "Have you thought, maybe, you could talk to Kaylee about this? She's the resident expert on the subject, you know.">>
<img src="images/mikayla/mikaylaoffended1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<mikayla "No. I can't do that.">> she says adamantly.
<<you "Why not?">>
<<mikayla "She's too... we wouldn't... I just can't.">> she says. You get it. Even though she and Kaylee have been getting along better this last week, she still has all the bad memories from when Kaylee was making fun of her all the time. <<mikayla "I don't know what to do, Professor.">> she says. You just give her a sympathetiic nod.
<<you "It's a tough one.">> you say.
<<mikayla "Can you help me?">> she asks. You were waiting for this. It was only logical, you being The Sex Teacher, that she would eventually ask you to teach her how to be sexy.
<<you "Well, I don't really know what you expect me to do, Mikayla.">>
<img src="images/mikayla/mikaylabitelip.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<mikayla "I don't know. Aren't you supposed to teach us about these things? Isn't that your job?">> she asks. Technically she's right. It is your job to teach your students about having a healthy sex life. You just never thought one of them would be asking you to teach her how to be the best slut she can be.
<<you "Not exactly, Mikayla. My job is to teach you how to have a safe and healthy sex life. But this seems like we're going a little too far, don't you think?">> you ask. She stands up right in front of you and pleads.
<<mikayla "Oh please! You have to help me. I won't tell anyone about any of this, if that's what you're worried about.">> she says. It was something you were worried about, certainly.
<<you "I don't know, Mikayla.">> you say.
<<mikayla "PLEEEAAASEE?!">> she begs. She looks so adorable. How are you gonna say no to that?
<img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile3.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<you "Fine.">> you reply. She giggles and hugs you."
<<mikayla "OH THANK YOU!!">> she exclaims. You pull yourself away from her.
<<you "OK, but we have to be clear here, Mikayla... NO TOUCHING, and NO ONE CAN KNOW.">> you say. She steps back and nods her head obediently.
<<mikayla "Yes, Professor. I promise.">> she says. <<mikayla "So when do we start?">> she asks.
<<you "Well, not now. I need to find my phone. I lost it.">> you say.
<<mikayla "Well let's go find it then!">> she says with a smile. Guess Mikayla's helping you now.
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<</nobr>>You know that something is bothering Mikayla. Judging by her personality, it's likely that there's something she's trying to do and she can't do it... and that inability is driving her nuts. You play on that. <<you "Look, Mikayla, obviously you're having trouble with something and you're frustrated with yourself. That much is obvious.">> you say. She still looks worried, but doesn't say anything. <<you "I know it's hard for you to ask for help. You want to prove that you can do anything, no matter what, on your own.">> you say.
<<mikayla "Yes.">> she says.
<<you "But it doesn't always work out that way. and whatever it is that you're trying to accomplish, I can try to help you, if you'll just ask.">> you say. She still looks hesitant. <<you "It's either that or you continue to struggle until you eventually give up and fail. Is that really how you want this to go?">> you ask.
It's the mention of failure that really triggers her into action. You know that's something she cannot live with. She musters up her courage and speaks. <<mikayla "OK, Professor, you're right. It's about the photoshoot yesterday.">> she says.
<<you "What about it?">>
<<mikayla "I don't think I did the best that I could. I want to do better.">> she says. It must have been nagging at her since yesterday. Even though you just wanted an excuse to get the girls naked in front of you, Mikayla seems to really have taken to the challenge of being the best damn slut on campus. Granted, with Kaylee around, that's going to be tough, but Mikayla is like a little terrier; once she gets a goal in mind, she's going to pursue it, relentlessly.
<<you "Mikayla, I think you did just fine yesterday.">> you say, knowing it will only make her more dedicated to perfection.
<<mikayla "No. I can do better. I know I can!">> she says, determined. Then her face drops a bit. <<mikayla "I'm just not sure how.">>
Here's your opening.
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<</nobr>><<you "Well, Mikayla, I think I can help you with this. After all, it's kind of my job to do so.">> you say. That's sort of true, it's your job to help these girls learn to have happy and healthy sex lives. It's not really your job to get them naked and teach them how to be slutty. But... to //may// to - to //mah// to.
<<mikayla "Oh thank you, Professor.">> she says with a smile.
<<you "I just want to make sure, before we start working on this, that you're going to be comfortable doing these things with me.">> you say. She blushes a little.
<<mikayla "Well, after what happened in your office last week, I think I feel pretty comfortable with you.">> she says.
This is GOOD!
<<you "OK, so then tell me what exactly you want to get out of our work together.">> you say. She thinks for a moment.
<<mikayla "I want to be the best!">> she says.
<<you "At what, exactly?">> you ask, trying to get her to be more specific.
<img src="images/mikayla/mikaylabitelip.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<mikayla "I want to be the sexiest. I want to be the best at... well at sex. I've only ever had one boyfriend...">> she says.
<<you "Geoffrey, yes. I remember.">> you say.
<<mikayla "Yes, and he... well, he wasn't really too concerned with these kind of things.">> she says. You nod.
<<you "Yes.">> you say.
<<mikayla "So I guess I just need someone experienced to teach me. I want you to teach me, Professor. Will you teach me sex?">> she says.
Now here's an interesting decision you have to make. You can "teach" Mikayla just by giving her knowledge... but the best way for her to learn is by... DOING. You want to, of course, teach her this way. Not just for her, but for your dick as well. But it could lead to some trouble if anyone found out. What do you want to do?
<<link "Teach Mikayla, but keep your dick out of her." "saturday 7-3campus1a1a3">><<set $mikaylateach=1>><</link>>
<<link "Teach Mikayla and get your dick wet in the process." "saturday 7-3campus1a1a3">><<set $mikaylateach=2>><</link>><<elseif $lesson3==2>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>><<you "OK, Mikayla. If I were to help you, what do you think you would need from me?">> you ask.
<<mikayla "I just want someone who knows about this stuff, someone... experienced, who can help me get better.">> she says.
<<you "Better at... what?">> you ask. You know, you just want to hear her say it.
<<mikayla "Better at being sexy, at attracting guys. You know, better at... sex.">> she says.
<<you "OK, I get it. But we need to be clear, there are going to be some ground rules if I help you.">> you say.
<<mikayla "Yes sir.">> she says.
<<you "We can do this, but no one can know about it. Because I could get into a lot of trouble.">> you say.
<<mikayla "Yes. I understand.">> she says.
<<you "Good. And you also have to trust me and do exactly what I tell you to.">> you say.
<<mikayla "Yes, Professor. I will. I promise.">> she says.
<<you "OK then. I think we can make this work. We can meet here in the studio when we both have time.">> you say. She smiles and giggles a little.
<<mikayla "Oh this is going to be fun!">> she says. Your thoughts exactly. You'll certainly enjoy getting little miss perfect Mikayla Morrison to get naked and slut out in front of you. You just hope you'll be able to keep it a secret. <<mikayla "So can we start now?">> she asks.
<<you "No, I actually lost my phone and I need to find it before I do anything else.">> you say.
<<mikayla "Oh I can help you with that!">> she says with a smile. How can you say no to that?
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<</nobr>>This may be extremely risky. It may end up with your demise. If people found out that not only are you "teaching" your student how to be the best slut she can be, and that the student in question is THE Mikayla Morrison, AND that you were also dicking her during the process... well... that would be bad, to say the least. Still...
She's so fucking hot and you really want to have the opportunity to put your dick in her. So, to use an expression that's a bit past its expiration date: YOLO. Time to fucking do this.
<<you "So, Mikayla, I just want us to be clear here, you're going to have to do everything that I say, and, you're going to have to be comfortable getting intimate with me.">> you say. She looks a little confused.
<<mikayla "I will definitely do whatever you say, Professor, you know that. But what do you mean by intimate?">> she asks. You're done mincing words.
<<you "We're going to be having sex. A lot.">> you say. She looks a little surprised, but not upset. In fact, she blushes a little.
<<mikayla "Oh. I didn't expect that.">> she says. Then she thinks about it. <<mikayla "I guess it makes sense though. I mean, you have to test and evaluate my progress.">> she says.
<<you "That's right.">> you say. And boy are you gonna "test" her.
<<mikayla "So when can we start?">> she asks. You'd like to rip her clothes off, throw her down on the couch and "start" right now. But you still need to find your phone. You've wasted enough time on distractions today.
<<you "Soon, but right now, I have other things I need to deal with.">> you say.
<<mikayla "Like what? Can I help?">> she asks. You sigh.
<<you "I lost my phone... somewhere.">> you say.
<<mikayla "Oh no! I hate losing my phone. I feel so vulnerable without it.">> she says. You agree. When the hell did we become so dependent on these things?!
<<you "Yeah, I've been looking for it all morning.">> you say. <<you "I don't even really remember the last time I had it.">>
<<mikayla "Well, it's always in the last place you look.">> she says. That is literally true... unless you just give up looking for it. In which case it is most certainly not true.
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<</nobr>>It's going to be a little risky doing this. After all, she's a student of yours, she's asking you to teach her some slut game, and she's THE Mikayla Morrison. Still, if you can do this without actually putting yourself in physical contact with her, you'll have a much better time convincing people that it was all a Human Sexuality lesson, should anyone find out. Hopefully you won't even have to deal with any of that, if you can keep this all a secret.
<img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile2.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile4.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<you "So, Mikayla. I need you to understand that I will help you with this, but you can't tell anyone about it.">> you say.
<<mikayla "Yes. I understand, really I do.">> she says convincingly.
<<you "Good. You also need to understand that... how do I put this?">> you ponder while she waits. <<you "I know that we had an experience in my office last week...">> you say. She blushes a little. <<you "I need to know that you're not going to get attached to me, like romantically attached. This is going to be purely... educational.">> you say. She gets it and smiles.
<<mikayla "Oh Professor, don't worry about that. I mean, you're really attractive, for an older guy...">> she says. <<mikayla "But I'm not looking for that from you.">> she says. PHEW.
<<you "OK. Good. I'm glad we're clear on that.">> you say.
<<mikayla "So... can we start now?">> she asks.
<<you "Unfortunately, no. You see, I lost my phone and I'm still trying to find it.">> you say.
<<mikayla "I hate that!">> she says. <<mikayla "So, do you need my help?">> she asks. You could use another brain on this problem, for sure. And, if you go over to Casey's place, Mikayla could perhaps distract the other girls while you search.
<<you "Sure. I actually need to catch the bus off campus to look for it some more.">> you say.
<<mikayla "Well, let's go then!">> she says. The two of you head out of the building.
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<</nobr>>After leaving the studio, you and Mikayla wait at the bus stop for the shuttle to arrive. She tries to help you figure out where you may have lost your phone. You retrace your steps with her, careful to gloss over some of the specific details of last night and this morning.
<<mikayla "I bet it was at the party last night.">> she says. She's probably right, and you know it. You're gonna have to go over there whether you like it or not.
<<you "Yeah, maybe.">> you say.
<<mikayla "Well, are you going to go over there and check?">> she asks.
<<you "I guess I should.">> you say. She looks at you, hesitantly.
<<mikayla "Do you live in the apartments across the street from Casey's?">> she asks. You're surprised that she knows where you live. She seems to notice this. <<mikayla "I know a lot of the teachers live there... and I thought I saw you coming across the street to the party last night.">> she says.
<<you "Yes, Mikayla. I live there.">> you say. <<you "But I'm not telling you which unit. I don't want you to egg me or something.">> you say, jokingly. She seems genuinely mortified by the idea.
<<mikayla "I WOULD NEVER DO THAT! I would never vandalize a teacher's home!">> she says. She's such a goodie goodie. Even the thought of a little prank like that has her all flustered.
<<you "I know, Mikayla.">> you say. <<you "You're a good girl.">>
She beams at your praise. Her smile is wide and genuine. She really feels proud of being a "good girl." Positive reinforcement is going to work well with this one, in the future, you note. It's important for you to know how to best motivate a student, especially one like Mikayla, with whom you now have a special arrangement.
Just then, the bus pulls up and Wilson opens the door.
<<wilson "Hello there! Going my way?">> he jokes. He laughs at his own joke much harder than either you or Mikayla do. He's a very jolly guy. You both board the bus. <<wilson "Hey, no luck on the phone, just so you know. But I'll keep checking for you.">> he tells you.
<<you "Thank's Wilson.">>
<<wilson "No problem, my friend!">> he says. He pulls the bus away from the stop and back out onto the road.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-4mikayla">><</link>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>You and Mikayla ride the bus through town and towards your stop. After the conversation you had in the studio, she's being uncharacteristically quiet. You think she may be feeling nervous or uncomfortable about your arrangement. You're about to ask her about it when she speaks up.
<img src="images/mikayla/mikaylathink1.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylathink2.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/mikayla/mikaylasmile4.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<mikayla "Professor?">> she asks.
<<you "Yes, Mikayla?">> you reply.
<<mikayla "Why did you decide to work here at Harrington?">> she asks. Hmm... that's not what you were expecting from her. Your students have all been so self-involved, with their noses in their own shit, Mikayla certainly so, that you didn't think she'd ask you this.
<<you "Well, there was an opportunity to help people like you, people who are maybe hitting a rough patch in their lives, and I thought that it would be a rewarding experience.">> you say.
<<mikayla "Oh, that's really nice.">> she says. <<mikayla "But, Professor... did you know that it was an all girls school?">> she asks.
<<you "Yes, Mikayla. I did know that.">> you say. What is she getting at?
<<mikayla "And... did you expect that, well... did you expect something like what happened between you and me? Did you expect that to happen?">> she says.
<<you "Well, to be honest, no.">> you lie.
<<mikayla "So then why did you agree to, you know, to help me... with my problem?">> she asks.
<<you "Well, unexpected as it may be, I really just want to help.">> you say. She seems to believe you.
<<mikayla "You're a really good person, Professor.">> she says with a smile. Yeah... SURE you are.
The bus pulls up to your stop. You both get off and you stand there looking across the street at Casey's house. There are some girls cleaning up the front lawn. You know that everyone is awake by now. Mikayla notices you hesitating.
<<mikayla "What's wrong?">> she asks. You keep looking at Casey's house. Now or never.
<<you "Nothing. Let's go.">> you say. You both head across the street.
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<</nobr>>You and Mikayla head inside Casey's house. You're dreading this, but at least you have someone with you. Mikayla, though not the greatest of friends with the mean girl contingent, has been opening up to the other girls more lately. Maybe she can run some interference for you.
The house, though, is still a disaster. Immediately, you spot the trio of Casey, Kaylee, and Alyssa cleaning up. They all look like they've come to some sort of a truce. They notice you, but before they can react, Mikayla is already talking to them, asking them how they're doing and offering to help them clean up. Lucky for you, this gives you a little temporary respite from having to talk to them yourself.
<<if $girlpartychoice==1 or $girlpartychoice==2>>You're specifically keen on avoiding contact with Casey. <img src="images/casey/caseygreet.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartychoose.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">After what the two of you did last night, and the ramifications of the act, you're just trying to avoid her. You, instead, start looking around for your phone. You look in the couch cushions, under the table in the kitchen, and any place else you can think to look. After a while, though, the inevitable happens. Casey approaches you.
<<casey "Hi Sex Teacher.">> she says with a little smile. You can tell she's a bit hungover, but she's doing her best to try to hide it. She touches your arm in a flirty way and whispers to you, <<casey "You back for more?">> she says.
You pull away a little from her. You don't want her openly flirting with you in front of Kaylee, Alyssa and Mikayla. <<you "Cool it, will you?">> you say. She giggles.
<<casey "That's not what you were saying last night.">> She says. You roll your eyes.
<<you "Yea I know. But there are other people here so can you please stop?!">> you say. She smiles.
<<casey "OK OK. I get it.">> she says, still smiling. You're still pretty nervous about her flirting and she seems to notice. <<casey "You know, I didn't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about.">> she reassures you.
<<you "Really? You didn't mention anything to Kaylee and Alyssa?">> you ask, doubting her.
<<casey "No. I want you all to myself.">> she says. Well... that's better, you guess. Although it could really be a problem down the line if she becomes too attached to you. But for now the crisis seems averted. You and Casey head back into the living room where Kaylee, Alyssa and Mikayla are.
<<you "Hi girls.">> you greet them. They all look up and smile. Kaylee and Alyssa are uncharacteristically quiet. You chalk that up to hangover and maybe a little residual anger from the fight last night. You don't want to wade into that cesspool of drama, especially because the three of them seem to be mending fences. Mikayla speaks up though.
<<mikayla "They didn't find your phone, Professor. I asked them.">> she says.
<<casey "You lost your phone?">> Casey asks. You nod. <<casey "Well, I'll let you know if we find it.">> she says.
<<you "Thanks. I guess that's the best I can do.">> you say. <<you "I think I'll leave you girls to it.">> you say. You'd like to leave before they try to rope you into cleaning up their mess. <<you "Mikayla, you coming or staying?">> you ask.
<<mikayla "I'll stay and help.">> she says. You nod and then say your goodbyes to the other girls. You head out of the house and back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==3 or $girlpartychoice==4>>You're trying to remain inconspicuous while looking for your phone. Mikayla talking to the other girls is helping with that. But every so often, you catch Kaylee looking at you from across the room, smiling. Eventually, she breaks away from the group and comes over to talk to you.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleeconfident.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Hey teach. How ya doing?">> she asks. She doesn't seem to be overtly flirting with you. That's a blessing after what happened between the two of you last night. It seems like she's the type to keep things like that a secret, thank God.
<<you "Well, not great. I've lost my phone.">> you say.
<<kaylee "Yeah, Mikayla told us. That sucks.">> she says.
<<you "I take it you haven't found it?">> you ask.
<<kaylee "Nope. Sorry.">> she says. <<kaylee "But we'll make sure to keep an eye out for it.">>
<<you "Thanks.">> you say. You both stand there for a moment, unsure of what to say next. <<you "So, are the three of you OK?">> you ask, gesturing to Casey and Alyssa.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Oh sure. We fight like that all the time when we get drunk.">> she says. This, you actually sort of assumed.
<<you "Good. I mean, not good that you fight when you're drunk... but good that you made up.">> you say. She smiles.
<<kaylee "Yep. Thanks for checking, though.">> she says. With that, you decide to take your leave. Since the fight seems to be settled and Kaylee seems to be keeping your little trist with her a secret, there's nothing left for you to do here. Mikayla decides to stay and help, so you head out alone.
You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==5>>You still haven't found your phone yet, and you're running out of places to look. You're not too hopeful that you're going to find it here, but you keep looking anyway. You notice that Alyssa is distinctly avoiding making eye contact with you. <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">She might be feeling awkward about accepting your help last night, even though she was so drunk, she couldn't really deny it.
You walk over to the girls and Mikayla speaks up. <<mikayla "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says.
<<you "Damn.">> you say. Casey looks up from her cleaning.
<<casey "Don't worry, Sex Teacher. We'll keep our eyes peeled.">> she says, then goes back to work. She's still calling you "Sex Teacher," which still makes you uncomfortable, but what are you gonna do.
The other girls affirm that they will keep an eye out for your phone as well. With that, there's little left for you to do here. Mikayla decides to stay and help clean up, so the two of you part ways. Just before you leave, though, you catch Alyssa alone.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile1.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<you "You OK?">> you ask her. You expect a bitchy response, given that it's Alyssa, but to your surprise, she smiles.
<<alyssa "Yeah. I'm good.">> she says and goes back to cleaning. That's probably all you're going to get out of her, but that's more than you expected. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==6>>While you're looking for your phone, you desperately try to remain unnoticed. Mikayla is talking with the other girls, keeping them distracted, which is good. Still, you wonder if Alyssa has already told them about what happened last night, or if she even remembers. You need peace of mind, or at least a little more information about how deep is the shit you are in with the Alyssa situation. So, you suck it up and make your way over to her, acting as nonchalant as possible given the circumstances.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssatilthead.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssalookback.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left">When you reach her, she looks up at you with a blank expression. <<alyssa "Hi.">> she says. Then she goes back to cleaning. Not much to go on.
<<you "Hi, Alyssa.">> you say. She keeps cleaning. You keep searching for your phone. Then she speaks again.
<<alyssa "I hear you lost your phone.">> she says. Mikayla must have told them already.
<<you "Yeah. You seen it?">> you ask. She shakes her head.
<<alyssa "Nope.">> she says. She continues cleaning without looking up. There's a moment of silence while you both stand there. Then, she looks up at you and says, <<alyssa "I did find a big load of cum on my face. I think that was yours, right?">>
YOU FREEZE.
Well, that answers the question of how much of last night she remembers.
<<you "Uhh...">> you stammer.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<alyssa "Yeah, I thought so.">> she says. <<alyssa "So is that how you help your students, huh Professor Pervert?">> she asks. You say nothing, still stunned buy her words. Then, she looks right at you. <<alyssa "You're wondering who I told, right?">> she asks, with a smug smile. You nod. She lets you stew for a moment then replies. <<alyssa "No one.">> she says. <<alyssa "... yet.">>
With that, she smiles again and leaves you alone. You're in some deep shit now, you think. Your brain can't really process the potential ramifications of this right now, so you just decide to leave.
You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==7 or $girlpartychoice==8>>You continue searching but have no luck finding your phone. After a while, you head over to where the other girls are cleaning up. Mikayla speaks up. <img src="images/mikayla/mikaylameet.jpg" alt="mikayla" class="left"><<mikayla "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says. The other girls look up and shake their heads. Well... looks like you struck out.
<<you "Thanks. Could you all keep an eye out for it, please?">> you ask them. They all let you know that they will. Since it seems like they have things well in hand here, you head out. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
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<</nobr>>Olivia sits down on the couch in the sitting area. You stand over her with your arms crossed and a stern expression on your face. She doesn't make eye contact with you. She's really uncomfortable about something. She doesn't speak. You give her a push.
<<you "Well, come on. Out with it, already!">> you say. She takes a deep breath.
<<olivia "I just came here because... I've been feeling.. weird.">> she says. That doesn't explain anything.
<<you "That doesn't explain anything, Olivia.">> you say. <<you "What do you mean, weird?">> you ask.
<<olivia "I... can't explain it. I've just had weird feelings recently.">> she says. She's deliberately being vague and it's starting to annoy you. With most of the girls, you would take a softer approach and wait for them to open up. But Olivia is so stubborn, you're going to have to do some tough love here.
<<you "That's crap, Olivia. You're trying to hide something from me and I don't appreciate it.">> you say.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio3.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "No I'm not!">> she says defensively.
<<you "You think I can't tell? You think I don't know you well enough not to be able to see right through you?">>
She looks angry and nervous at the same time. <<olivia "I told you, I can't explain it.">> she says.
<<you "Well then, I hope you brought some snacks with you, because we're going to be here a long time.">> you say. She gives you an "are you kidding?" look. You just stand there over her, waiting. She gives it one last try.
<<olivia "Fine. I can wait as long as you can.">> she says, defiantly. You know she can't. You're in control here, you just need to decide how aggressive to be.
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<<link "Threaten her with punishment if she keeps hiding the truth from you." "saturday 7-3campus1b1b1">><</link>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>You definitely need to maintain pressure on Olivia if you're going to get anything out of her, but you don't want to take it too far. You could threaten her with punishment, but that could backfire on you. She might dig her heels in even further if she feels like you are going to dole out unjustified punitive actions. Better to just remain calm, firm, but relentless, until she cracks.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio4.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left">You stand your ground, literally, while she sits there on the couch. She's not talking, and neither are you. But, you can tell she's getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute. She's trying to cover it up but is not doing a very good job of it.
<<you "All day, Olivia. All day.">> you say. She glares at you. <<you "You know you're not going to win this.">> you say. She glares harder.
<<olivia "I'm not telling you anything.">> she says.
<<you "You know you're not in control here, Olivia. And that's making you extra mad about this whole situation.">> you say. Her face shows that she knows you're right.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio5.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "I'm not mad.">> she says unconvincingly.
<<you "We can go around and around like this, but you're only going to get madder and madder.">> you say. As if on cue, she gets madder.
<<olivia "I'M NOT MAD.">> she says.
<<you "Yes you are.">>
<<olivia "NO I'M NOT!">>
<<you "Yes, you are.">>
<<olivia "NO I'M NOT!!">> she screams. You let her sit in silence, but for her heavy angry breathing.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio3.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<you "Then why are you yelling?">> you ask. She sighs. The fight leaves her body. She looks sad.
<<olivia "I'm... I'm sorry, Professor. I just... I don't know what to do... and I'm scared.">> she says.
<<you "Now we're getting somewhere.">> you say.
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<</nobr>>You've made a breakthrough here with Olivia. That's something you want to capitalize on. <<you "So what is it that you're scared of?">> you ask.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio6.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "I don't even know where to begin.">> she says.
<<you "You know the best place to begin?">> you ask. She looks confused. <<you "The beginning.">> you say. She gives you a little smile.
<<olivia "Well... I've always thought that porn was disgusting.">> she says. You knew that, but you didn't expect that she was going to talk about porn in this situation. You're more than intrigued.
<<you "Go on.">> you say.
<<olivia "I always thought it was exploitative and just gross. And I never liked watching it.">> she says.
<<you "OK. So I assume something has changed in that regard?">> you ask. She looks a little scared.
<<olivia "Yes. It has.">> she says.
<<you "Well, Olivia... as much as I respect your view on pornography, I don't necessarily agree that it's a bad thing in and of itself.">> you say. <<you "So I also don't agree that it's a bad thing that your views on the subject are changing.">> you say.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio3.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "BUT I DO!">> she says. That's a fair point. <<olivia "Or... I did.">> she says. <<olivia "But now I feel like it's... like it's somehow out of my control, and that really scares me.">> she says. It's all starting to make sense now. Olivia was pretty against your little class photo sesssion yesterday, at least to start with. But by the end of it, she was animalistically rubbing one out in the corner with little care. She lost control to her base urges, and that frightens her.
<<you "Did this have something to do with what happened yesterday?">> you ask. She nods.
<<olivia "I've never felt urges that strong before.">> she says.
<<you "Why do you think that was?">> you ask.
<<olivia "I don't know. At first, I wanted nothing to do with what was going on in here yesterday. But... I don't know. It seemed so comfortable. Everyone just seemed to go along with it, so I figured I'd go along too.">> she says.
<<you "That's certainly not like you.">> you say.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio1.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "I KNOW!">> she exclaims. <<olivia "But it just... seemed natural.">> she says.
<<you "Well, we were in a safe environment, and everyone seemed to feel safe to express their desires.">> you say.
<<olivia "And the longer it went on, the better it felt. It felt... right.">> she says. <<olivia "So I came back here today to see if I had the same feelings, and when I got here, all the memories came rushing back and...">> she hesitates. <<olivia "... And I... did it again.">> she says.
<<you "You mean masturbating?">> you say. She nods. So Olivia's inner porn star has finally been released. And it sounds like it's in the driver's seat now. What a pleasant surprise.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio4.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "I... I don't know what to do, Professor. You know I don't like asking for help, but... I need you to help me. I need you to tell me what to do.">> she says.
Well, you never would have expected this from Olivia. You broke her a little in your office last week, sure, but now she's here in front of you, giving control over her body to you. And... you're going to take it. But how involved do you actually want to be?
<<link "Encourage and help Olivia develop into the natural porn star that you know she wants to be." "saturday 7-3campus1b1a3">><<set $oliviaporn=1>><</link>>
<<link "Turn Olivia into a porn star, and your own private fleshlight to be used at will." "saturday 7-3campus1b1a3">><<set $oliviaporn=2>><</link>><<elseif $lesson2==2>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>><<you "So let's just get to the heart of it, Olivia. What are you scared of?">> you ask.
<<olivia "I'm scared that I'm becoming a person that I don't want to be.">> she says. <<olivia "Or at least that I didn't want to be... or that I THOUGHT I didn't want to be.">> she says.
<<you "You sound pretty confused.">> you say.
<<olivia "I AM! I'm so confused!">> she says.
<<you "Tell me more, Olivia. I need to know more if you want me to help you.">> you say.
<<olivia "When we were in here yesterday...">> she says hesitantly.
<<you "For the photoshoot?">> you ask.
<<olivia "Yes, for that. When we were doing that, I... I wanted to hate it,">> She says, <<olivia "But I didn't.">>
<<you "OK, there's nothing wrong with that.">> you say. She looks angry.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio5.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "OF COURSE THERE IS! EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT IS WRONG!!">> she yells. <<olivia "I've spent all my adult life fighting against the Patriarchy, and now... I'm... WHAT AM I DOING?!">> she asks herself.
<<you "You tell me.">> you say.
<<olivia "I'm becoming a fucking porn star! And I fucking liked it! NO, I LOVED IT! I COULDN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT! I WATCHED MY CLASSMATES GET NAKED IN FRONT OF A CAMERA AND I FINGERED MYSELF IN FRONT OF ALL OF THEM AND I DIDN'T CARE IF THEY SAW ME OR NOT!">> she screams. You wonder if these rooms are sound proof. You hope so.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio6.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio1.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left">She sits there on the verge of tears. She wants so badly to just give herself over to her base desires, she wants to be a slut, she wants the world to know about it. It clearly turns her on like nothing else. But these new feelings, no matter how strong, no matter how right, they are clashing with her worldview. And that's a big deal, psychologically. She's incredibly vulnerable, in a way that likely she's never been before. She needs you to take control.
<<you "Olivia, this is a turning point in your life. You've been living a certain way, and you thought that it was the right way. But now you realize that you have certain needs that cannot be denied. And I don't think you should deny them.">> you say. She almost looks relieved that you're telling her that it's all OK.
<<olivia "What do I do, Professor. Please, tell me what to do.">> she says.
<<you "Olivia, you need to let go and give yourself over to these desires. Don't think about what they mean, don't think about what people will say, just do what you know you want to do... what you NEED to do.">> you say. She nods. <<you "I can help you, if you want.">> you say. <<you "But you have to ask.">>
She musters up all her courage. <<olivia "Professor, I want you to help me become a porn star.">> she says.
What a fucking day this is turning out to be, huh? <<you "OK, Olivia. I'll help you.">> you say. She looks excited. <<you "But not right now.">> you say. She looks disappointed.
<<olivia "Why not?">> she asks.
<<you "Because I'm right in the middle of trying to find my phone. I lost it earlier.">> you say.
<<olivia "I'll help!">> she says. You wouldn't want the old Olivia helping you, nagging you nonstop... but this is a NEW Olivia.
<<you "OK. Let's go.">>
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<</nobr>>All this "namby pamby tell me about your feelings" shit is getting real old real fast. You have all the power in this situation. You're the teacher, she's the student. She's in a place that she's not supposed to be and she's defying you. Time to bring out the big guns. If you threaten her with punishment, she'll talk... you're pretty sure of it.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio5.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<you "Olivia, you have two choices here. Either you tell me what it is that you're doing here, or I write you up for disciplinary measures.">> you say. She huffs defiantly. <<you "And don't think that I'll go easy on you just because you're one of my students. There will be VERY serious consequences. And you're already on thin ice as it is.">> you say. She starts to look a little nervous. You're getting to her.
<<olivia "I don't care.">> she says, unconvincingly.
<<you "You will care, when you're spending all of your free time picking up garbage on campus wearing a bright orange smock and having all the other girls laugh at you.">> you say. She looks shocked.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio3.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "You can make me do that?!">> she asks.
<<you "You're damn right I can! That and worse!">> you say. You're not totally sure that you can actually make her do that stuff, but...
<<olivia "Well... FINE. It wouldn't be that bad anyway!">> she says. OK, she's still got some fight in her.
<<you "What about cleaning all the bathrooms in the dorm? Literally cleaning all the other girls' shit. You want that?">> you ask. She looks mortified.
<<olivia "It... it wouldn't be-">> she starts. You cut her off.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio6.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<you "It would be fucking horrible and you goddamn know it!">> you yell. She startles. <<you "And if you fucked up again after that, who knows what the school administration would do to you. I can't protect you forever, Olivia. I have bosses too.">> you say. This seems to seal the deal with her. She looks up at you, nearly in tears.
<<olivia "No... please, Professor. I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do. I... I need your help.">> she says. You can tell it's hard for her to ask for help. Now you've got her right where you want her.
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<</nobr>>Looks like your threat of punishment worked. Shit like that usually works, you've found, when you're in a position of authority. I mean, it worked in your office last week. Olivia has been very obedient since then. Now she's asking for your help. <<you "What do you need my help with, Olivia?">> you ask.
<<olivia "I... I don't know how to even ask it.">> she says. You remember she still hasn't even answered your question of why she was here in the first place.
<<you "OK, hold on. Don't try to change the subject. Tell me what you're doing here. Tell me RIGHT NOW!">> you demand. She looks very nervous.
<<olivia "It's... it's so embarrassing.">> she says. PERFECT. You love when they're humiliated, especially Olivia.
<<you "OUT WITH IT!">>
<img src="images/olivia/oliviabate.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left">She takes a deep breath. <<olivia "OK. I was in here masturbating.">> she says. You, of course, picture it in your mind. It's a nice picture indeed.
<<you "So you came to the photo studio on a weekend just to rub one out?">> you ask. She looks ashamed. It's actually unexpected. Olivia hasn't really been one to be squeamish about her sexuality. Why is she so embarrassed all of a sudden?
<<olivia "Well, no, not initially.">> she says. She's not making any sense and you're really getting tired of it.
<<you "Olivia, this is your last chance. Tell me what's going on. Tell me EVERYTHING.">> you say. She takes a moment, but then starts to tell you.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio6.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "It all started yesterday during the photoshoot. I was really pretty disgusted by the whole thing at first. I hate porn, I think it's exploitative and horrible and... and...">> she struggles.
<<you "Then why did you go along with it?">> you ask.
<<olivia "Well, I felt like I had to... at first.">> she says.
<<you "What does that mean?">> you ask.
<<olivia "I didn't want to do it, at first, but then once everyone started doing it, getting naked and acting all slutty... I just... I felt like I lost control.">> she says. This is true. She was, after all, double clicking her mouse like crazy in the corner. Even after she found out that everyone noticed her doing it, she didn't care. It was like something took over her and she just gave in to her urges.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio1.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio3.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<you "OK, yeah. I noticed that.">> you say. <<you "That still doesn't explain why you were back here today.">>
<<olivia "I couldn't stop thinking about it, Professor. The other girls... their bodies... their sexual energy, and mine. It was all so... freeing. It all felt so natural.">> she says. You let her continue. <<olivia "I never thought that being so overtly sexual in front of a camera would make me feel this way. So... I came back here to see if I still felt the same.">> she says.
<<you "And... since you told me you masturbated in here, I'm assuming you do?">>
<<olivia "Yes. When I came in here and remembered everything that happened yesterday, I just couldn't control myself.">> she says. <<olivia "I never thought I'd say this, but... I think the thought of being a pornstar really turns me on, like nothing else.">> she says.
Well, here's something you weren't expepcting to encounter today. Ultra-feminist Olivia wants to give in to the big bad Patriarchy and whore herself out on camera. And she seems to be asking for your help in the matter. This island continues to surprise. You're not going to pass up this opportunity, but just how far are you willing to take it?
<<link "Coach Olivia on the finer points of being a pornstar." "saturday 7-3campus1b1a3">><<set $oliviaporn=1>><</link>>
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<</nobr>>She still hasn't told you what she was doing here, which was your original request, but she did open up and ask you for help with something. <<you "Olivia, look... I can't help you unless you tell me what's going on.">> you say. She sighs. <<you "Just start with what you were doing here. And why are you trying so hard not to tell me?">> you ask.
<<olivia "Because it's embarrassing. I was... I was playing with myself.">> she says.
<<you "Masturbating?">> you ask. She nods. <<you "Why did you feel the need to come here to do that?">> you ask.
<<olivia "I didn't intend to do it. It just happened.">>
<<you "Then why did you come here?">> you ask.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio3.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio6.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio1.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio8.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "Because I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday... and what we all did here.">> she says. Yeah, it was a pretty memorable experience, all the girls getting naked and whoring themselves out for the camera. Olivia was really getting aroused too. She got herself off in the corner and didn't seem to care that everyone knew about it. It was unexpected, since she seems to be so against pornography, in general.
<<you "It was definitely an experience.">> you say.
<<olivia "It was so... amazing. And I never thought I would say that. I hate pornography... or at least I thought I did. I thought it was a horrible thing, but yesterday I felt things I've never felt before.">> she says.
<<you "And you liked it?">> you ask.
<<olivia "Yes. I liked it so much, I just had to come back here today to see if I could feel that way again. When I got here it all came flooding back and I couldn't control myself. I sat down on this couch and I made myself cum... twice.">> she says.
GOOD FOR YOU, OLIVIA!
<<you "Well, Olivia, that's certainly an unexpected surprise, but I think it's healthy overall. You learned something new about yourself and you're embracing it.">> you say. She still looks nervous.
<<olivia "But... that's why I need your help. I need you to... teach me to be a pornstar.">> she says. She's really asking this of you. She want's you to be... what? Like some sort of coach?
<<you "Are you asking me to, you know...">>
<<olivia "I just want you to take pictures, maybe video, and... I don't know... make me into a hot pornstar.">> she says. Sounds simple enough.
<<you "OK, Olivia. If that's what you want.">> you say with a smile. She smiles back and the deal is sealed. <<you "But before we get started on that, I need you to help me.">> you say. She looks inquisitive. <<you "I need your help finding my phone. I lost it somewhere.">> you say. She smiles.
<<olivia "Sure, I'll help!">> she says.
<<you "Great. Let's go then.">> you say.
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<</nobr>>So in the last week you've gone from con-man to sex teacher and now, what? Personal pornstar coach? What the hell is going on with you? Not that you're complaining. You get the chance to take an ultra feminazi and turn her into a pornoslut. It's not everyday that an opportunity like that presents itself.
<<you "OK, Olivia. If this is what you want, I can help you explore your potential as a pornstar.">> you say. She seems to get flushed just thinking about it. Her breathing gets heavier.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio7.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "Thank you, Professor.">> she says. <<olivia "Can we start now?">> she asks, standing up and starting to take off her clothes. Of course, you'd love to, but you still need to find your phone. And you've spent enough time procrastinating.
<<you "No, I can't right now.">> you say. She looks disappointed as she pulls her shorts back up..
<<olivia "Why not?">> she asks.
<<you "Well, I'm trying to find my phone. I lost it and I really need to get it back.">> you say.
<<olivia "Where do you think it might be?">> she asks. You know where... Casey's
<<you "I don't know.">> you say.
<<olivia "Do you want me to help you look for it?">> she asks.
<<you "You don't need to do that.">> you say.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio8.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "But I want to. You're helping me, I want to help you.">> she says. That's actually quite nice of her. Maybe becoming a pornstar will make her a kinder person.
<<you "OK, in that case, sure.">> you say. She smiles.
<<olivia "Great! Let's go!">> she says. You both head out of the building together and back to the bus stop.
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<</nobr>>If you're going to coach Olivia on being a pornstar, you're going to make her YOUR pornstar. Which means you're the one who's gonna be fucking her, anytime you want. She's going to submit, you know she will.
<<you "Olivia, if I help you with this, you know that you're going to have to do everything I tell you to without question.">> you say.
<<olivia "Like... what?">> she asks.
<<you "You see, that's a question. We can't have that.">> you say.
<<olivia "Sorry. OK. I agree. I'll do what you tell me to.">> she says.
<<you "Good. I think we're already making progress here.">> you say.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio4.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio9.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "So what do we do next?">> she asks.
<<you "Well we are not doing anything next. I need to find my phone. I lost it somewhere and I need to get it back ASAP.">> you say.
<<olivia "Oh. Then what should I do?">> she asks. You think about it. It would be nice to have Olivia with you when you eventually go to Casey's house. She could talk to the other girls and maybe keep them distracted. That would minimize the amount of time you'd have to spend talking to them. Normally, you wouldn't really want annoying Olivia tagging along with you, but she's your little pornstar now, so you're pretty sure she's going to be nice and obedient.
<<you "Come with me. I could use the company...">> you say looking up and down at her sexy body, <<you "...And the eye candy.">>
Your blatant objectifying of her body makes her smile lustily. It's a whole new Olivia.
<<olivia "OK. I'll follow you.">> she says. Damn right you will. You both head out to the bus stop to wait for the shuttle.
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<</nobr>>You and Olivia wait at the bus stop for the shuttle to arrive. She keeps looking at you, and when you look back at her, she averts her gaze. <<you "OK, what's up, Olivia?">> you ask.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio1.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "I don't know. I just feel kinda weird around you now.">> she says.
<<you "Why?">> you ask.
<<olivia "Because you're, like, going to be my porno coach.">> she says. You look around to make sure no one else is nearby.
<<you "Can we keep that quiet, please?">> you ask. She looks embarrassed.
<<olivia "Oh yeah, sorry.">> she says.
<<you "We could both get into a lot of trouble if anyone finds out what we're doing.">> you say.
<<olivia "You're right. I'll be more careful.">> she says.
<<you "Good.">> you say. You two sit in silence for a minute, then Olivia speaks.
<img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio8.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "So where are we going to look for your phone? Back at your place?">> she asks. You've already looked there. Besides, you don't really want to bring Olivia back to your apartment. Not in broad daylight... not yet, at least... not until you've come up with a good excuse for why she's there.
<<you "No, I already looked there.">> you say. She thinks for a moment or two.
<<olivia "Do you think you lost it at the party last night?">> she asks. <<olivia "I mean, it got a little hectic there, right?">>
You know that's where you're going to end up. Might as well accept it. You're about to reply when the bus pulls up and Wilson opens the door.
<img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<wilson "Hello there Professor, and... Olivia, right?">> he says.
<<olivia "You remembered!">> she says.
<<wilson "How could I forget?">> he says with a smile.
<<you "Hello, Wilson.">> you say. He gives you a little salute.
<<wilson "Climb aboard!">> he says. You both do so and he closes the doors behind you. You sit down and the bus pulls away from campus.
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<</nobr>>The bus travels through town as you and Olivia sit in silence. Then she speaks up. <<olivia "Professor?">>
<<you "Yes?">>
<<olivia "What did you do before you came to teach at Harrington?">> she asks. You're not sure if she's getting nosy into your past because she's suspicious of you, or if she's just making conversation. Either way, you're prepared for this. You've come up with a well practiced and totally plausible backstory. And the Marshals worked their magic to put evidence of it all across the internet. If anyone goes snooping around, all they'll find is a rock-solid identity.
<<you "I was a private practice therapist for years. And before that I taught psychology and human development at a University on the other coast.">> you say. She smiles.
<<olivia "Yeah, that makes sense. What uni did you teach at?">> she asks.
<<you "Adamsville University.">> you say. <<you "Have you heard of it?">> you ask.
<<olivia "No.">>
<<you "Well, it was pretty small. Not really on anyone's radar.">> you say. <<you "It was a lot like Harrington, actually.">> you say.
<<olivia "Except the students weren't court mandated to attend, I'm guessing?">>
<<you "OK, that part was different.">> you say. She giggles.
<<olivia "Do you like teaching here at Harrington?">> she asks. Well, let's see... The island is full of horny young women and in less than a week, you've managed to become Olivia's personal porno coach...
<<you "Yeah, I'd say I do.">>
<<olivia "That's good.">> she says. The bus rounds the corner and stops at your stop. You and Olivia both get off and the bus leaves. You look across the street at Casey's house and see that there are some girls cleaning up the front lawn. Looks like everyone's awake. Olivia looks at you. <<olivia "Ready?">> she asks. You take a deep breath.
<<you "Let's go.">> you say.
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<</nobr>>You and Olivia head inside Casey's house. You're dreading this, but at least you have someone with you. Olivia, though not the greatest of friends with the mean girl contingent, has been opening up to the other girls more lately. Maybe she can run some interference for you.
The house, though, is still a disaster. Immediately, you spot the trio of Casey, Kaylee, and Alyssa cleaning up. They all look like they've come to some sort of a truce. They notice you, but before they can react, Olivia is already talking to them, asking them how they're doing and offering to help them clean up. Lucky for you, this gives you a little temporary respite from having to talk to them yourself.
<<if $girlpartychoice==1 or $girlpartychoice==2>>You're specifically keen on avoiding contact with Casey. <img src="images/casey/caseygreet.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartychoose.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">After what the two of you did last night, and the ramifications of the act, you're just trying to avoid her. You, instead, start looking around for your phone. You look in the couch cushions, under the table in the kitchen, and any place else you can think to look. After a while, though, the inevitable happens. Casey approaches you.
<<casey "Hi Sex Teacher.">> she says with a little smile. You can tell she's a bit hungover, but she's doing her best to try to hide it. She touches your arm in a flirty way and whispers to you, <<casey "You back for more?">> she says.
You pull away a little from her. You don't want her openly flirting with you in front of Kaylee, Alyssa and Olivia. <<you "Cool it, will you?">> you say. She giggles.
<<casey "That's not what you were saying last night.">> She says. You roll your eyes.
<<you "Yea I know. But there are other people here so can you please stop?!">> you say. She smiles.
<<casey "OK OK. I get it.">> she says, still smiling. You're still pretty nervous about her flirting and she seems to notice. <<casey "You know, I didn't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about.">> she reassures you.
<<you "Really? You didn't mention anything to Kaylee and Alyssa?">> you ask, doubting her.
<<casey "No. I want you all to myself.">> she says. Well... that's better, you guess. Although it could really be a problem down the line if she becomes too attached to you. But for now the crisis seems averted. You and Casey head back into the living room where Kaylee, Alyssa and Olivia are.
<<you "Hi girls.">> you greet them. They all look up and smile. Kaylee and Alyssa are uncharacteristically quiet. You chalk that up to hangover and maybe a little residual anger from the fight last night. You don't want to wade into that cesspool of drama, especially because the three of them seem to be mending fences. Olivia speaks up though.
<<olivia "They didn't find your phone, Professor. I asked them.">> she says.
<<casey "You lost your phone?">> Casey asks. You nod. <<casey "Well, I'll let you know if we find it.">> she says.
<<you "Thanks. I guess that's the best I can do.">> you say. <<you "I think I'll leave you girls to it.">> you say. You'd like to leave before they try to rope you into cleaning up their mess. <<you "Olivia, you coming or staying?">> you ask.
<<olivia "I'll stay and help.">> she says. You nod and then say your goodbyes to the other girls. You head out of the house and back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==3 or $girlpartychoice==4>>You're trying to remain inconspicuous while looking for your phone. Olivia talking to the other girls is helping with that. But every so often, you catch Kaylee looking at you from across the room, smiling. Eventually, she breaks away from the group and comes over to talk to you.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleeconfident.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Hey teach. How ya doing?">> she asks. She doesn't seem to be overtly flirting with you. That's a blessing after what happened between the two of you last night. It seems like she's the type to keep things like that a secret, thank God.
<<you "Well, not great. I've lost my phone.">> you say.
<<kaylee "Yeah, Olivia told us. That sucks.">> she says.
<<you "I take it you haven't found it?">> you ask.
<<kaylee "Nope. Sorry.">> she says. <<kaylee "But we'll make sure to keep an eye out for it.">>
<<you "Thanks.">> you say. You both stand there for a moment, unsure of what to say next. <<you "So, are the three of you OK?">> you ask, gesturing to Casey and Alyssa.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Oh sure. We fight like that all the time when we get drunk.">> she says. This, you actually sort of assumed.
<<you "Good. I mean, not good that you fight when you're drunk... but good that you made up.">> you say. She smiles.
<<kaylee "Yep. Thanks for checking, though.">> she says. With that, you decide to take your leave. Since the fight seems to be settled and Kaylee seems to be keeping your little trist with her a secret, there's nothing left for you to do here. Olivia decides to stay and help, so you head out alone.
You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==5>>You still haven't found your phone yet, and you're running out of places to look. You're not too hopeful that you're going to find it here, but you keep looking anyway. You notice that Alyssa is distinctly avoiding making eye contact with you. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio8.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">She might be feeling awkward about accepting your help last night, even though she was so drunk, she couldn't really deny it.
You walk over to the girls and Olivia speaks up. <<olivia "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says.
<<you "Damn.">> you say. Casey looks up from her cleaning.
<<casey "Don't worry, Sex Teacher. We'll keep our eyes peeled.">> she says, then goes back to work. She's still calling you "Sex Teacher," which still makes you uncomfortable, but what are you gonna do.
The other girls affirm that they will keep an eye out for your phone as well. With that, there's little left for you to do here. Olivia decides to stay and help clean up, so the two of you part ways. Just before you leave, though, you catch Alyssa alone.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile1.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<you "You OK?">> you ask her. You expect a bitchy response, given that it's Alyssa, but to your surprise, she smiles.
<<alyssa "Yeah. I'm good.">> she says and goes back to cleaning. That's probably all you're going to get out of her, but that's more than you expected. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==6>>While you're looking for your phone, you desperately try to remain unnoticed. Olivia is talking with the other girls, keeping them distracted, which is good. Still, you wonder if Alyssa has already told them about what happened last night, or if she even remembers. You need peace of mind, or at least a little more information about how deep is the shit you are in with the Alyssa situation. So, you suck it up and make your way over to her, acting as nonchalant as possible given the circumstances.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssatilthead.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssalookback.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left">When you reach her, she looks up at you with a blank expression. <<alyssa "Hi.">> she says. Then she goes back to cleaning. Not much to go on.
<<you "Hi, Alyssa.">> you say. She keeps cleaning. You keep searching for your phone. Then she speaks again.
<<alyssa "I hear you lost your phone.">> she says. Olivia must have told them already.
<<you "Yeah. You seen it?">> you ask. She shakes her head.
<<alyssa "Nope.">> she says. She continues cleaning without looking up. There's a moment of silence while you both stand there. Then, she looks up at you and says, <<alyssa "I did find a big load of cum on my face. I think that was yours, right?">>
YOU FREEZE.
Well, that answers the question of how much of last night she remembers.
<<you "Uhh...">> you stammer.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<alyssa "Yeah, I thought so.">> she says. <<alyssa "So is that how you help your students, huh Professor Pervert?">> she asks. You say nothing, still stunned buy her words. Then, she looks right at you. <<alyssa "You're wondering who I told, right?">> she asks, with a smug smile. You nod. She lets you stew for a moment then replies. <<alyssa "No one.">> she says. <<alyssa "... yet.">>
With that, she smiles again and leaves you alone. You're in some deep shit now, you think. Your brain can't really process the potential ramifications of this right now, so you just decide to leave.
You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==7 or $girlpartychoice==8>>You continue searching but have no luck finding your phone. After a while, you head over to where the other girls are cleaning up. Olivia speaks up. <img src="images/olivia/oliviastudio8.jpg" alt="olivia" class="left"><<olivia "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says. The other girls look up and shake their heads. Well... looks like you struck out.
<<you "Thanks. Could you all keep an eye out for it, please?">> you ask them. They all let you know that they will. Since it seems like they have things well in hand here, you head out. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<else>><</if>>
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<</nobr>>Sophia sits there next to you, fidgeting nervously. She's really preoccupied with something. You give her some time to figure out what she want's to say. Then, after a few moments, she speaks up.
<<sophia "Professor, do you think we're going to get in trouble for... last night?">> she asks. You've been wondering the same thing, ironically.
<<you "What do you mean?">> you ask.
<<sophia "I mean... things got pretty out of control. And I don't think we were really supposed to be doing all that.">> she says. You never thought that Sophia was the "worry about getting in trouble" type, but she seems genuinely concerned.
<<you "What are you worried might happen, Sophia?">> you ask.
<<sophia "I don't know. That's why I'm worried.">> she says.
<<you "Well, while you're right, that party got a little out of control, I don't think there's going to be any major fallout.">> you say. For you girls, at least, you think to yourself. But Sophia still looks unconvinced.
<<sophia "What if... what if we get expelled? We'll all go to prison.">> she says. It's true. expulsion would mean prison for all of the girls, except Grace and Casey, they're here under special circumstances.
<<you "Are you really that worried about it?">> you ask. She looks nervous but now tries to cover it up.
<<sophia "No, I guess not. I'm just being stupid.">> she says. You can tell she doesn't really mean that. She likely needs some reassuring here. But you don't want her to think that you're not being genuine. She's got trust issues, like a lot of the girls here, and you don't want to lose her trust. What do you want to do?
<<link "Reassure her that she's not going to get expelled." "saturday 7-3town1a1a1">><</link>>
<<link "Ask her what you could do to make her feel more at ease." "saturday 7-3town1a1b1">><</link>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>You both sit there for a few moments not knowing what to say. Then you break the silence. <<you "Are you sure there isn't something on your mind?">> you ask. She hesitates. <<you "You can tell me. It's not a problem, it's what I'm here for, remember?">> you say.
<<jasmine "I know. I guess I just feel a little weird after the party.">> she says.
<<you "Weird how?">> you ask.
<<jasmine "Like... I had a really good time and it was a lot of fun. Everyone was getting along...">> she says.
<<you "Until the fight.">> you interject.
<<jasmine "...Yeah until the fight. That just kind of put a damper on things.">> she says. <<jasmine "I think maybe I just got a little too friendly with the other girls.">> she says.
<<you "Why is that a bad thing?">> you ask.
<<jasmine "I just think maybe I should back off them a little... you know... just do my own thing again.">> she says.
Doing her own thing again, like she had been doing, is NOT a great idea in your opinion. Jasmine was a definite loner, to an extreme degree. With her upbringing in the foster system, it was kind of a defense mechanism. Now it seems she's falling back into old habits, right when she was starting to make some real progress.
<<you "Are you sure that's what you want?">> you ask. She looks uncomfortable with your question. She covers it with false confidence.
<<jasmine "Totally. I'm better alone.">> she says. You feel bad for her. She's only really ever known loneliness, so it's her comfort zone.
<<you "But you seemed to be really making friends with the other girls.">> you say.
<<jasmine "Yeah, but that won't last.">> she says. She's clearly got abandonment issues. She's afraid that she'll get attached to new friends and then something will ruin it. Seeing Alyssa, Kaylee and Casey fight, even though they are such close friends, must have really shaken her. You want to help talk her through this, but how?
<<link "Empathize with her and tell her about your own struggles with abandonment." "saturday 7-3town1b1a1">><</link>>
<<link "Tell her she's full of shit and she needs to stop running away when things get complicated." "saturday 7-3town1b1b1">><</link>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>Sophia sits there looking a little worried. You've been so deep in your own head about the possible consequences of your actions last night, you never stopped to think that maybe some of the girls were worried as well. You want to reassure Sophia that she's not going to get expelled.
<<you "Sophia, I know you're worried about getting in trouble over that party last night, but I think you may be overreacting.">> you say. She looks a little annoyed.
<<sophia "That's easy for you to say. You're not the one who's going to get expelled.">> she says. She's right, although your fate could be far worse than that. Still, minimizing the legitimacy of her fears seems to have made her a little ornery.
<<you "You're right. I'm sorry. I just think maybe if we really examine the situation, then maybe you'll see that it's very unlikely that you're going to get kicked out of school.">> you say. She frowns a little. <<you "Come on. Let's do this together, OK?">>
<<sophia "OK.">> she says.
<<you "Good, so let's start with the fact that Casey is basically royalty here and she can pretty much get away with whatever she wants.">> you remind her.
<<sophia "Well, good for Casey, I guess. How does that help the rest of us?">> she asks.
<<you "Well, it seems like Casey's had parties like this before. The administration certainly knows about them, and they have decided to turn a blind eye.">> you say.
<<sophia "OK, I guess that's true.">> she says. <<sophia "But just because they've done that in the past doesn't mean that they'll always do that, right?">> she points out. She's right. It's a logical fallacy to think that just because something has happened before, that it will continue to happen in the future.
<<you "OK, I'll give you that.">> you say. <<you "But would you concede that since nothing catastrophic happened, like no one died, that the administration has a vested interest in looking the other way?">> you ask.
<<sophia "What do you mean?">> she asks.
<<you "Well, think of the administrators here like middle management. They have to keep the students in line, yes, but they also answer to the Board of Regents, and the Harrington family themselves.">> you explain. <<you "The last thing they want is to rock the boat with the higher-ups. And the Casey's parents seem to just want her out of the way. I mean, they kind of dumped her in this school, right?">> you say. She thinks about it.
<<sophia "I guess that's right.">> she says.
<<you "So what would happen if they came down hard on the party?">> you ask.
<<sophia "I guess they'd have to tell the Harringtons about it.">> she says.
<<you "And what would they think about that?">> you ask.
<<sophia "I guess they might think that the administrators can't control their students.">> she says.
<<you "Exactly. I mean, they can't fully control them, especially when Casey's involved, but if they just look the other way from time to time, these parties can be like a pressure valve. They let the students blow off some steam to prevent some more major explosion in the future.">> you say.
<<sophia "I guess you're right.">> she says, thought she still doesn't seem completely convinced she's in the clear.
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<</nobr>><<you "I don't think you're being stupid, Sophia. I think you're concerned and that makes sense, to a certain degree.">> you say. She smiles. It seems like she's glad you're acknowledging her concerns.
<<sophia "Yeah, thank you. I was worried I was overreacting.">> she says.
<<you "Well, I didn't say you weren't, but that doesn't mean you're stupid. Sometimes overreacting is the smart thing to do based on the information you have at the time.">> you say.
<<sophia "So... what should I do? I'm still really worried that the hammer is going to come down on me and the other girls.">> she says.
<<you "Well, what do you think would make you feel better about that?">> you ask. She thinks about it for a minute.
<<sophia "I guess I'm worried because I don't really know how the administration at the school works. I mean, how do they determine who gets punished? And how do they decide what that punishment is? It all seems so opaque.">> she says. This is something that you happen to know a little about. You can certainly talk to her about it.
<<you "Well, there's a headmistress, Ms. Whitman. You probably know that.">> you say. She nods. You continue. <<you "And Ms. Whitman reports to a Board of Regents. They're like a board of directors for a company, and she's like the CEO. She makes the decisions for the school, but they oversee her actions.">> you say.
<<sophia "So Ms. Whitman has bosses?">> she asks.
<<you "Yes. And those bosses have bosses too. The Harrington Institute founders, the Harrington family have the ultimate say.">>
<<sophia "So you mean... Casey's parents?">> she asks.
<<you "As I understand it, Yes.">> you say. <<you "But I get the feeling that they'd rather not get involved in much of the day-to-day here at the school.">> you tell her. She understands, but she still looks uncomfortable.
<<sophia "OK, but I still don't know what that means for us. Are we all going to get expelled?">> she asks. You're going to need to tell her more in order to set her mind at ease.
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<</nobr>>You're getting somewhere with Sophia, but you still want to do more to reassure her. You think back to your little office session with her and Jasmine last week. You ended up being the hero in that situation. You used your influence and authority to leverage them into... well... you know what you did. And at the end of it, they thought you were on their side, protecting them from getting expelled. While that's true, you also got your dick sucked... and that was quite enjoyable.
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<img src="images/sophia/sophia4.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"><img src="images/sophia/sophiahorny.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"><img src="images/sophia/sophiasexy1.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"><<you "Look, Sophia. Can I tell you something?">> you ask.
<<sophia "Sure, what?">>
<<you "It's not something I want known, so you have to agree to keep it to yourself, OK?">>
<<sophia "OK. I promise.">> she says.
<<you "I have a certain amount of influence with the administrators here.">> you say. Basically, you have $barbie.name wrapped around your little finger.
<<sophia "What? What do you mean?">> she asks.
<<you "I can't really go into the details, but just know that my words go a long way with the admin and the higher ups here at Harrington.">> you say.
<<sophia "Weird flex, Professor.">> she says with a smile. You laugh.
<<you "OK, yeah I know. But it's true.">> you say. <<you "You remember our little chat in my office last week.">> you remind her. She smiles lustily at you.
<<sophia "Oh yeah, I remember.">> she says. You chuckle.
<<you "Yeah, I figured you would. But what I mean is, I told you that I had the power to get you expelled.">> you say. Reminding her of that makes her a little uncomfortable again. <<you "Well, I also have the power to protect you from that as well.">> you say. She seems to get it. She gives you a sly smile.
<<sophia "Are you saying that I should stay on your good side?">> she says as she reaches out and touches your thigh, seductively. You nervously look around to make sure no one is watching. She giggles at your anxiousness.
<<you "Yes, that's what I'm saying. But also, I want you to know that I'm on your side too, as long as you act right, OK?">> you say. She nods and smiles.
<<sophia "So... what exactly do you mean by 'Act Right?'">> she asks. That's a damn good question.
<<link "Tell her she just needs to stay in line for the most part and you'll have her back." "saturday 7-3town1a1a3">><<set $sophiaprotect=1>><</link>>
<<link "Let her know that as long as she keeps you happy, //wink wink//, you'll make sure nothing happens to her." "saturday 7-3town1a1a3">><<set $sophiaprotect=2>><</link>><<elseif $lesson4==2>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>Sophia seems to be feeling a little more secure, but you should do more to reassure her. After all, with the dynamic of your realtionship with $barbie.name, and her status with the Board of Regents, you're pretty sure you can prevent any of the girls getting expelled, unless they murder someone, which is pretty unlikely.
<<you "Sophia, I know you're worried about getting expelled, but you know that I wouldn't let that happen, unless you did something REALLY bad, and I know you're not that type of person.">> you say.
<<sophia "But how can you be sure?">> she asks.
<<you "Be sure that you're not like some serial killer, you mean?">> you say. She giggles.
<<sophia "No, stupid. How can you be sure that you can protect me from getting expelled.">>
<<you "Well, first off, you shouldn't call your Professor stupid.">> you say. She looks nervous for a split second, but realizes you're joking. She smiles.
<<sophia "OK, sorry.">> she says.
<<you "You're forgiven. But honestly, and this is something I don't usually tell people, my word goes a long way here at Harrington.">> you say.
<<sophia "Why's that?">> she asks.
<<you "I can't really get into that. But trust me when I tell you that If I have your back, you're not going to get expelled.">> you say. She smiles. It seems like this has her feeling better.
<<sophia "OK. That's good, I guess.">> she says.
<<you "So just keep being good and you won't have to worry. I mean, it's OK to blow off some steam now and then, like I said, but just don't go TOO crazy and I'll be in your corner.">> you say.
<<sophia "Thank you, Professor.">> she says. She gives you a hug. You're a little nervous about a student getting touchy-feely with you in public, but it seems platonic... mostly. <<sophia "I feel better knowing you're on my side.">> she says. She pulls away from the hug but maintains some pretty lusty eye contact. <<sophia "I'll make sure you stay there, too.">> she says.
Is she saying what I think she's saying?
<<you "OK, good.">> you say, still not sure if she's being flirty or just grateful. Maybe both? Can't think about that now, need to find phone! <<you "Listen, Sophia, I need to go. I'm in the middle of looking for my phone.">> you say.
<<sophia "I can help if you want.">> she says.
<<you "Sure. Let's go.">> you say. The two of you get up and walk over to the bus stop.
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<</nobr>>Sophia still looks distressed. You don't want to give too much away, but knowing what you know about the school, and especially about $barbie.name's situation here, you're pretty confident that Sophia and the other girls are going to be fine. You'll be able to reassure her, and, after your little office session with her and Jasmine last week, you'll make yourself into even more of a hero in her eyes... and we all remember how that worked out!
<<you "Sophia, I'm going to tell you something, but I need you to keep it to yourself, OK?">>
<<sophia "Sure.">> she says.
<<you "You have to promise me.">> you say.
<<sophia "I promise, Professor.">> she says. She seems genuine.
<<you "OK. You remember when I called you into my office last week?">> you ask. She smiles seductively.
<<sophia "Oh I remember!">> she says. <<sophia "I know Jasmine does too.">> she says. See? They're still grateful that you "saved" them from being expelled. You're grateful that they let you nut on their pretty little faces. Everyone's a winner!
<<you "OK, I'm glad you're still feel good about that.">> you say with a smile. She giggles. You continue. <<you "But what I was getting at is that I told you that I had the power to get you both expelled.">> you say. Her smile drops.
<<sophia "I know. We were really scared, Professor.">> she says. You know they were. They wouldn't have sucked your cock so damn enthusiastically if they weren't.
<<you "Well, it all worked out, so that's behind us now. But what I'm trying to say is that while I have the power to get students expelled... I also have the power to PREVENT students from being expelled.">> you say.
<<sophia "Really? How?">> she asks. You don't want to give too much away regarding your relationship with $barbie.name, but you need to tell her something believable.
<<you "Well, because of my position here as not only a teacher, but also the head psychological counselor, my opinion on any student and their future here at Harrington goes a long way. I have much more influence than other teachers.">> you say. <<you "I'm not trying to brag or anything, it's just how it is.">>
<<sophia "So... that means that if you wanted to, you could keep me or the other girls from getting punished?">> she asks.
<<you "Frankly, yes. I could.">> you reply. She thinks about this for a moment. You planted the seed when you reminded her of your office session, and now, it all clicks with her. She smiles at you.
<<sophia "So... what would I have to do to get you to... protect me?">> she asks.
BINGO.
<<link "Tell Sophia that as long as she's a good girl, you'll make sure nothing happens to her." "saturday 7-3town1a1a3">><<set $sophiaprotect=1>><</link>>
<<link "Tell Sophia that she's shown she already knows how to keep you happy, and if she does that, you'll protect her." "saturday 7-3town1a1a3">><<set $sophiaprotect=2>><</link>><<elseif $lesson4==2>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>><<you "Look, Sophia. I think it's highly unlikely that you're going to get expelled over this.">> you say.
<<sophia "But... why? I mean we broke a ton of rules. And I've heard of girls getting expelled for way less.">> she says. She's probably right that girls have been expelled for lesser offenses, but she doesn't fully understand the situation here. You need to explain it to her.
<<you "OK, Sophia, think about the party last night. Casey, Alyssa, and Kaylee said that they've had parties like that before, right?">> you ask.
<<sophia "Right.">> she says.
<<you "And because Casey's a Harrington, she can basically get away with anything. She lives off campus in her own house, she has her own car... She can basically do what she wants.">> you say.
<<sophia "Yeah I guess so. But that only means that she's not going to get expelled. What about the rest of us?">>
<<you "OK, that's a fair point. But basically half the school was at that party last night, right?">> you say.
<<sophia "Right.">> she says.
<<you "So think of it from Ms. Whitman's point of view. She can't control Casey because Casey is basically royalty. But, if she were to expel half the school over that party, what would her bosses, the Board of Regents think of her? What would they think about her ability to maintain order at the school?">> you ask. You can see that it's starting to make sense to Sophia.
<<sophia "Oh... I never thought of that.">> she says.
<<you "If you were Ms. Whitman, and you knew that a party happened, but nothing seriously went wrong, like no one died or something, would you want to draw attention to it by expelling half the school? Better yet, if it's your job to reform all these troubled girls, and make them into better people, is it really a good idea to just expel them all and send them to prison?">> you ask. Now she gets it.
<<sophia "Wow. Ms. Whitman's kind of fucked here, isn't she?">> she says. You nod.
<<you "Now you're getting it.">> you say with a smile. She smiles too. <<you "But don't get any ideas, Sophia.">> you say with a serious tone. <<you "Now that you know this, I don't want you and the other girls taking advantage of the situation.">> you say. She looks serious too.
<<sophia "I won't, Professor. I promise.">> she says.
<<you "I know that you've been stuck with the 'bad girl' label rather unfairly. I know that's not who you are. You're a good girl at heart. And as long as you stay that way, I'll back you up. Deal?">>
She smiles. <<sophia "Deal.">> she says. You get up to leave. <<sophia "Where are you going?">> she asks.
<<you "Well, I was in the middle of looking for my phone. I seem to have misplaced it.">> you say. She stands up.
<<sophia "I can help you!">> she says.
<<you "OK. Let's go.">> you say. The two of you walk to the bus stop.
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<</nobr>><<you "What I'm trying to say is that I don't think you have to worry about getting expelled.">> you say. She smiles. <<you "That is, of course if you continue to just do the right thing. I understand and accept that you may need to blow off some steam every now and then, so I get why all the girls wanted to go to that party yesterday, but... use your best judgement.">> you say.
<<sophia "But... how will I know if I'm judging the situation right?">> she asks.
<<you "Well, you're a very clever girl. You're street smart and you know right from wrong. You've got a bit of an anger problem, yes...">> you remind her, she looks a little ashamed. <<you "... But you're working on that. You're headed in the right direction, and that's a good thing.">> you say. She smiles.
<<sophia "Thanks, Professor. No one usually believes in me.">> she says.
<<you "Well, I do. And now that you know I do, you can come to me if you ever feel like you need to talk through something. I'm here for you.">> you say. She leans in and gives you a hug.
<<sophia "Thank you, Professor.">> she says.
<<you "You're welcome, Sophia.">> you reply. She releases you from the hug. You're a little worried about a student hugging you in public, but not that worried. It's certainly not something you wouldn't be able to explain away. She keeps smiling at you.
<<sophia "And... what if I needed to talk to you... privately? You know, like in your office?">> she asks. There's no way she's mentionining your office just out of coincidence, right? Not after what happened in there last week. Better play it safe.
<<you "Yes, if you wanted privacy we could talk in my office.">> you say, keeping it strictly professional. Sure, something COULD end up happening in there, and honestly, probably WOULD end up happening in there if she came by to talk "in private." But you'll deal with that if and when it happens. For now, you seem to have set Sophia's mind at ease, and you feel good about that.
Sophia seems happy with your response. Now that her fears of expulsion are alieveated, she strikes up some small talk. <<sophia "So what are you up to the rest of the day?">> she asks.
<<you "Looking for my phone, actually. I lost it at some point, and I really need to find it.">> you say.
<<sophia "Can I help?">> she asks.
<<you "I guess so, if you want.">> you reply. She smiles.
<<sophia "Of course! You helped me, I feel like I should help you.">> she says. That's actually really sweet.
<<you "Well, I think I need to catch the shuttle then.">> you say, pointing towards the bus stop. She stands up.
<<sophia "Then what are we waiting for?">> she says with a smile. You follow her over to the bus stop to wait for Wilson to arrive.
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<</nobr>>You're likely going to need to be clear with her here, although not TOO clear. You don't just want to say "let me fuck you when I want to and I'll make sure you don't get expelled," or do you?
NO.
YOU DON'T.
But... you want to make it clear to her that that's exactly what you mean. <<you "Sophia, you're a pretty smart cookie. And I know that you know how to... leverage your assets to get what you want.">> you say. She smiles and nods. SHE GETS IT.
<<sophia "I think I know what you mean.">> she says.
<<you "Yeah, I think you do to. You know that I really enjoyed our office meeting last week. It was very... productive.">> you say.
<<sophia "I think so too.">> she replies.
<<you "And I think that moving forward, if we want to keep you on the straight and narrow, and avoid any possibility of expulsion, we're going to have to keep working at it. Do you understand.">>
<<sophia "I do. And I'm ready to work really hard, really long and hard. I want you to know exactly how much I appreciate what you're doing for me.">> She says.
<<you "Good. Because it's going to take a lot of work, Sophia.">> you say.
<<sophia "I know. And I'm ready, Professor. I'm ready for you to work me any way you see fit.">> she says.
HOLY FUCK THIS GIRL IS DIRTY!
If you weren't sitting in the middle of a public park, you'd probably have your dick inside her already. But, it's a good thing you are in public, because you still need to find your phone. Where could it be? Probably at Casey's. That's a whole other can of worms you need to crack open. No time like the present, right?
Sophia seems to notice that your thoughts are drifting. <<sophia "Are you OK, Professor?">> she asks.
<<you "Oh, yeah. I just, I've lost my phone and I really need to find it. It's distracting me.">> you say.
<<sophia "I can help you find it, if you want.">> she says. You wouldn't mind having the company of a lovely young lady like Sophia.
<<you "Sure. Let's go.">> you say. She smiles and you both get up and head for the bus stop.
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<</nobr>>You and Sophia wait by the bus stop casually chatting. <<sophia "So exactly how long have you been here on the island?">> she asks.
<<you "One week, today.">> you say. She looks surprised.
<<sophia "Wait, so you moved here last weekend and then started teaching right away on Monday?">> she asks.
<<you "Yes.">>
<<sophia "Damn. Talk about being thrown into the lions' den.">> she says with a laugh.
<<you "Well, it was a bit of a culture shock, but I think I'm handling it pretty well.">> you say.
<<sophia "I know what you mean about culture shock. When I came here last semester, I had never been outside my neighborhood in my city on the other coast. Can you believe that? I lived like twenty miles away from the ocean my whole life and the first time I saw any ocean was when I came here.">>
<<you "That must have been weird, living in a big city then all of a sudden being sent here to this small island town.">> you say. She nods. <<you "Do you like it?">> you ask.
<<sophia "Well I hated it at first. It was so fucking quiet! I could hear my ears ringing when I tried to sleep at night. It was eerily quiet.">> she says.
<<you "I know what you mean. I'm still getting used to that.">>
<<sophia "It took me about a month. But now that I'm used to it, I kind of like it here.">> she says. <<sophia "Especially since I'm getting along better with the other girls now.">>
<<you "I'm really proud of you for that, You know? It's not easy to put your differences aside the way you have.">> you say. She smiles.
<<sophia "Well, you helped me. You helped all of us, really.">> she says.
<<you "That's my job!">> you say. After a few minutes the bus pulls up and Wilson opens the door.
<img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<wilson "Hello there! Need a lift?">> he asks.
<<you "Hi Wilson.">> you say.
<<wilson "I was talking to her.">> he says, pointing to Sophia. She giggles and blushes.
<<you "Et Tu, Wilson?">> you say.
<<wilson "Huh?">>
<<you "Never mind.">>
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<</nobr>>You and Sophia ride the bus through town and back past the campus. She strikes up a conversation. <<sophia "So where do you think your phone is?">> she asks.
<<you "I don't know. I looked at my place, and it's not there. It's not on the bus and Wilson checked the lost and found at the bus depot, but it's not there either.">> you say.
<<sophia "Well, have you checked Casey's house yet?">> she asks. Yeah, all roads seem to be leading you back there.
<<you "No. I've been kind of avoiding that.">> you say.
<<sophia "Why?">> she asks. You don't want to tell her about what happened last night.
<<you "Because I wanted to give them all a chance to sleep it off, you know. They were all pretty hammered last night.">> you say. She seems to buy your excuse.
<<sophia "Tell me about it. Those three go HARD.">> she says, referring to Casey, Kaylee, and Alyssa.
<<you "But, I guess it's time to head over there. It's going to be a mess, you know.">> you say.
<<sophia "Yeah. But we'll back each other up, right?">> she asks.
<<you "Right.">> you say. She reaches out and squeezes your hand. You squeeze her's back. The bus stops in front of your apartment complex and the two of you get off. After the bus leaves, you looks across the street and see that there are indeed girls awake at Casey's house. Some of them are cleaning up the mess on the front lawn.
<<sophia "Ready?">> she asks you.
<<you "Ready.">> you reply.
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<</nobr>>You and Sophia head inside Casey's house. You're dreading this, but at least you have someone with you. Sophia, though not the greatest of friends with the mean girl contingent, has been opening up to the other girls more lately. Maybe she can run some interference for you.
The house, though, is still a disaster. Immediately, you spot the trio of Casey, Kaylee, and Alyssa cleaning up. They all look like they've come to some sort of a truce. They notice you, but before they can react, Sophia is already talking to them, asking them how they're doing and offering to help them clean up. Lucky for you, this gives you a little temporary respite from having to talk to them yourself.
<<if $girlpartychoice==1 or $girlpartychoice==2>>You're specifically keen on avoiding contact with Casey. <img src="images/casey/caseygreet.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartychoose.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">After what the two of you did last night, and the ramifications of the act, you're just trying to avoid her. You, instead, start looking around for your phone. You look in the couch cushions, under the table in the kitchen, and any place else you can think to look. After a while, though, the inevitable happens. Casey approaches you.
<<casey "Hi Sex Teacher.">> she says with a little smile. You can tell she's a bit hungover, but she's doing her best to try to hide it. She touches your arm in a flirty way and whispers to you, <<casey "You back for more?">> she says.
You pull away a little from her. You don't want her openly flirting with you in front of Kaylee, Alyssa and Sophia. <<you "Cool it, will you?">> you say. She giggles.
<<casey "That's not what you were saying last night.">> She says. You roll your eyes.
<<you "Yea I know. But there are other people here so can you please stop?!">> you say. She smiles.
<<casey "OK OK. I get it.">> she says, still smiling. You're still pretty nervous about her flirting and she seems to notice. <<casey "You know, I didn't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about.">> she reassures you.
<<you "Really? You didn't mention anything to Kaylee and Alyssa?">> you ask, doubting her.
<<casey "No. I want you all to myself.">> she says. Well... that's better, you guess. Although it could really be a problem down the line if she becomes too attached to you. But for now the crisis seems averted. You and Casey head back into the living room where Kaylee, Alyssa and Sophia are.
<<you "Hi girls.">> you greet them. They all look up and smile. Kaylee and Alyssa are uncharacteristically quiet. You chalk that up to hangover and maybe a little residual anger from the fight last night. You don't want to wade into that cesspool of drama, especially because the three of them seem to be mending fences. Sophia speaks up though.
<<sophia "They didn't find your phone, Professor. I asked them.">> she says.
<<casey "You lost your phone?">> Casey asks. You nod. <<casey "Well, I'll let you know if we find it.">> she says.
<<you "Thanks. I guess that's the best I can do.">> you say. <<you "I think I'll leave you girls to it.">> you say. You'd like to leave before they try to rope you into cleaning up their mess. <<you "Sophia, you coming or staying?">> you ask.
<<sophia "I'll stay and help.">> she says. You nod and then say your goodbyes to the other girls. You head out of the house and back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==3 or $girlpartychoice==4>>You're trying to remain inconspicuous while looking for your phone. Sophia talking to the other girls is helping with that. But every so often, you catch Kaylee looking at you from across the room, smiling. Eventually, she breaks away from the group and comes over to talk to you.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleeconfident.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Hey teach. How ya doing?">> she asks. She doesn't seem to be overtly flirting with you. That's a blessing after what happened between the two of you last night. It seems like she's the type to keep things like that a secret, thank God.
<<you "Well, not great. I've lost my phone.">> you say.
<<kaylee "Yeah, Sophia told us. That sucks.">> she says.
<<you "I take it you haven't found it?">> you ask.
<<kaylee "Nope. Sorry.">> she says. <<kaylee "But we'll make sure to keep an eye out for it.">>
<<you "Thanks.">> you say. You both stand there for a moment, unsure of what to say next. <<you "So, are the three of you OK?">> you ask, gesturing to Casey and Alyssa.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Oh sure. We fight like that all the time when we get drunk.">> she says. This, you actually sort of assumed.
<<you "Good. I mean, not good that you fight when you're drunk... but good that you made up.">> you say. She smiles.
<<kaylee "Yep. Thanks for checking, though.">> she says. With that, you decide to take your leave. Since the fight seems to be settled and Kaylee seems to be keeping your little trist with her a secret, there's nothing left for you to do here. Sophia decides to stay and help, so you head out alone.
You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==5>>You still haven't found your phone yet, and you're running out of places to look. You're not too hopeful that you're going to find it here, but you keep looking anyway. You notice that Alyssa is distinctly avoiding making eye contact with you. <img src="images/sophia/sophiasexy1.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">She might be feeling awkward about accepting your help last night, even though she was so drunk, she couldn't really deny it.
You walk over to the girls and Sophia speaks up. <<sophia "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says.
<<you "Damn.">> you say. Casey looks up from her cleaning.
<<casey "Don't worry, Sex Teacher. We'll keep our eyes peeled.">> she says, then goes back to work. She's still calling you "Sex Teacher," which still makes you uncomfortable, but what are you gonna do.
The other girls affirm that they will keep an eye out for your phone as well. With that, there's little left for you to do here. Sophia decides to stay and help clean up, so the two of you part ways. Just before you leave, though, you catch Alyssa alone.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile1.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<you "You OK?">> you ask her. You expect a bitchy response, given that it's Alyssa, but to your surprise, she smiles.
<<alyssa "Yeah. I'm good.">> she says and goes back to cleaning. That's probably all you're going to get out of her, but that's more than you expected. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==6>>While you're looking for your phone, you desperately try to remain unnoticed. Sophia is talking with the other girls, keeping them distracted, which is good. Still, you wonder if Alyssa has already told them about what happened last night, or if she even remembers. You need peace of mind, or at least a little more information about how deep is the shit you are in with the Alyssa situation. So, you suck it up and make your way over to her, acting as nonchalant as possible given the circumstances.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssatilthead.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssalookback.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left">When you reach her, she looks up at you with a blank expression. <<alyssa "Hi.">> she says. Then she goes back to cleaning. Not much to go on.
<<you "Hi, Alyssa.">> you say. She keeps cleaning. You keep searching for your phone. Then she speaks again.
<<alyssa "I hear you lost your phone.">> she says. Sophia must have told them already.
<<you "Yeah. You seen it?">> you ask. She shakes her head.
<<alyssa "Nope.">> she says. She continues cleaning without looking up. There's a moment of silence while you both stand there. Then, she looks up at you and says, <<alyssa "I did find a big load of cum on my face. I think that was yours, right?">>
YOU FREEZE.
Well, that answers the question of how much of last night she remembers.
<<you "Uhh...">> you stammer.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<alyssa "Yeah, I thought so.">> she says. <<alyssa "So is that how you help your students, huh Professor Pervert?">> she asks. You say nothing, still stunned buy her words. Then, she looks right at you. <<alyssa "You're wondering who I told, right?">> she asks, with a smug smile. You nod. She lets you stew for a moment then replies. <<alyssa "No one.">> she says. <<alyssa "... yet.">>
With that, she smiles again and leaves you alone. You're in some deep shit now, you think. Your brain can't really process the potential ramifications of this right now, so you just decide to leave.
You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==7 or $girlpartychoice==8>>You continue searching but have no luck finding your phone. After a while, you head over to where the other girls are cleaning up. Sophia speaks up. <img src="images/sophia/sophiasexy1.jpg" alt="sophia" class="left"><<sophia "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says. The other girls look up and shake their heads. Well... looks like you struck out.
<<you "Thanks. Could you all keep an eye out for it, please?">> you ask them. They all let you know that they will. Since it seems like they have things well in hand here, you head out. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
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<</nobr>>She looks back at you and you can tell from her expression that she's thinking about what you're saying, but it's still hard for her to accept. <<jasmine "I am taking control of my life, Professor. This is what I want to do.">> she says.
<<you "I simply don't believe you, Jasmine.">> you say. <<you "I think this is all just a defense mechanism.">>
<<jasmine "Don't head shrink me, Professor.">> she says, a little annoyed.
<<you "I'm sorry, but that's what I do, remember?">> you say. She frowns but seem to accept that.
<<jasmine "OK, look. I really appreciate what you've done for me. You've really gone out of your way to try to help me. Like last week, in your office, you stopped me and Sophia from getting expelled. You didn't have to do that.">> she says. You think about exactly what happened in your office, about how Jasmine and Sophia sucked you off to convince you not to expel them for something that totally would not have led to their expulsion anyway. Do you feel a little bad about taking advantage of them? Sure. Did getting your dick sucked make you feel better? Absolutely.
<<you "Well, you were both VERY persuasive.">> you say. She giggles and shoots you a sexy flirty smile.
<<jasmine "Well, I have to admit, it was actually fun.">> she says.
<<you "I agree, wholeheartedly.">> you say with a smile. She giggles again. Then she seems to get serious once more.
<<jasmine "So I do appreciate what you do for me, but now, I just think I need you to... back off.">> she says. You can tell she's not trying to be rude, she just doesn't want to get attached to anyone, including you.
<<you "I know what you're feeling, Jasmine, but I don't think I can do that in good conscience. It's my job to help you with your problems, and whether you like it or not... you have a problem here.">> you say. She looks away. She knows you're right but she's scared to confront her problem.
You've got a problem too. You really want to help Jasmine, but you also really want to FUCK Jasmine. This is a textbook conflict of interest. Still, could you make it work? It would be a real tightrope act, so to speak, but you've walked on tighter ropes before, right?
<<link "Help Jasmine get over her fear of abandonment in a professional manner." "saturday 7-3town1b1a3">><<set $jasminehelp=1>><</link>>
<<link "Walk the tightrope and get in that tight pussy in the process." "saturday 7-3town1b1a3">><<set $jasminehelp=2>><</link>><<elseif $lesson4==2>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>Jasmine looks back at you with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. She wants to make this change, but she's still scared to take the leap. <<jasmine "I... I...">> she stammers.
<<you "Look, Jasmine, do you want to change? Be honest.">> you say. She thinks for a moment then nods. <<you "OK, that's step one.">> you say.
<<jasmine "I guess so.">> she says.
<<you "And step two? Do you BELIEVE you can change?">> you ask. She hesitates.
<<jasmine "I don't know.">> she says.
<<you "I do. Jasmine, you're probably the strongest person I've ever met. You may be little, but you're like fucking Mighty Mouse.">> you say. She looks confused. She doesn't get the reference. You forget that you're fucking old. <<you "He was a cartoon mouse who was really strong. He could fly, he had a cape, he fought crime.">> you say. She still looks confused. <<you "Nevermind. The point is you've been through more in your short life so far than most people go through in their entire lifetimes. And you've come out of it on the other side. You're still standing.">> you say.
<<jasmine "I guess so.">> she says.
<<you "Jasmine, you KNOW so. Say it.">>
<<jasmine "I KNOW SO.">> she says.
<<you "And you know that you can face anything, no matter how scary it is, because you've slayed demons.">> you say. She smiles. <<you "You're a fucking superhero, Jasmine.">> you say. She blushes.
<<jasmine "I'm nothing special.">> she says.
<<you "Fuck that. Now is not the time for humility, Jasmine.">> you say. She smiles.
<<jasmine "OK, yeah. I'm a fucking superhero!">> she says.
<<you "Louder!">> you say.
<<jasmine "I'm a FUCKING SUPERHERO!">> she yells.
<<you "LOUDER!!">> you yell. She stands up strong and tall.
<<jasmine "I'M A FUCKING SUPERHERO!!!">> she screams. People across the street are giving you both weird looks, but neither of you care. Jasmine looks happier than you've ever seen her.
<<you "Damn right you are. But you know what?">> you ask.
<<jasmine "What?">>
<<you "Even superheroes need friends, friends who help them through the tough times. Do you get what I'm saying?">> you ask.
<<jasmine "Yeah, Professor. I get it. I do want to change, and I'd really appreciate your help doing it.">> she says.
<<you "Good.">> you say.
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<</nobr>>Jasmine is stubborn, and she's just going to stay in her old, self-destructive patterns unless you shock her out of them. It may upset her, you think, but it will be better for her in the long run.
<img src="images/jasmine/jasminemad.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminecold.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminearmscrossed.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><<you "Jasmine, you're full of shit, you know that?">> you ask. She looks upset.
<<jasmine "What the fuck?!">> she says incredulously.
<<you "You're full of shit. You act like you're living the life you want to live when you're clearly not.">> you say. She pouts and huffs but doesn't deny it. <<you "You're scared. Frankly, you're being a little fucking pussy.">> you say.
<<jasmine "And you're being a BIG FUCKING ASSHOLE!">> she says.
<<you "Maybe, yeah. But this is what you need.">> you say. She glares at you in silence. She's angry that you're treating her so harshly, but also probably because she knows you're right. <<you "I know you don't want to live the rest of your life alone. I know you don't want to be lonely old cat lady.">> you say.
<<jasmine "I'm allergic to cats.">> she says.
<<you "That's even worse. You'll have to be lonely old... fish lady I guess.">> you say with a little smile. She rolls her eyes but smiles as well.
<<jasmine "Look, I get what you're saying, but I don't want to talk about it, OK?">> she says.
<<you "Well how long is that going to go on for? How long are you going to keep postponing your own happiness?">> you ask. She looks uncomfortable. What you're saying is making sense to her, but she's scared to confrot what comes next.
<<jasmine "I... I don't know.">> she says.
<<you "It can stop today, you know?">> you say. She looks away. <<you "All you have to do is ask for help.">>
<<jasmine "How do I know you can help me?">> she asks. It's time for a motivational parable, you think to yourself.
<<you "You ever hear about the guy who fell in a hole?">> you ask. She looks confused and shakes her head. <<you "So, a guy falls in a hole and he can't get out. He tries everything he can think of, but nothing works. He figures he's just gonna have to live in the hole forever.">> you say.
<<jasmine "What is this all about, Professor?">> she asks.
<<you "I'm getting there. So the guy is in the hole, and he's basically given up. Then his friend shows up and sees him in there. The friend knows that the guy can't get out of the hole and he wants to help, so he just jumps down into the hole with him.">> you say.
<<jasmine "That's dumb, now they're both stuck in there.">> she says.
<<you "Yeah. And that's exactly what the guy says to his friend. He says 'You idiot! Now we're both stuck in this hole!' But the friend just smiles and says, 'That's OK, because I've been in this hole before, and I know the way out.'">> you say. Jasmine gets it. She looks back at you and you can see that she's smiling a little. You're making progress.
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<</nobr>>Jasmine is smiling a little bit as she looks back up at you. <<you "Do you get what I'm saying, Jasmine?">> you ask.
<<jasmine "I think you're saying you want to jump into my hole, right Professor?">> she says with a sexy smile. You laugh.
<<you "Jesus you're a dirty girl, you know that?">> you say. She keeps smiling.
<<jasmine "Yeah, so? You weren't complaining last week in your office.">> she says, reminding you of that particular event.
<<you "OK, fair. I'm not going to say I didn't enjoy that.">> you say.
<<jasmine "Me neither. I think we all had some fun, right?">> she asks.
<<you "I certainly hope so.">> you say. She giggles.
<<jasmine "Seriously, though. I appreciate what you're trying to do for me. I appreciate what you did for me and Sophia last week too. I know neither of us want to get expelled, and I know that you're going above and beyond for us.">> she says. That's totally not true, you were never going to get them expelled. But Jasmine seems happy to have sucked your dick anyway, so... no harm no foul, right?
<<you "I do what I think is right.">> you lie.
<<jasmine "I know you do.">> she says.
<<you "So, getting back to the topic at hand. I'm about to jump in that hole with you, Jasmine. Whether you like it or not.">> you say. She looks hopeful. She's done resisting you.
<<jasmine "OK.">> she says.
But here's where you run into a little problem. Normally a therapist would remain strictly professional with a patient like Jasmine. But, you're not a normal therapist. In fact, you're not a therapist at all. And Jasmine is not a normal patient. After all, she was naked in your office and covered in your cum, like, less than 72 hours ago. Do you want to try to be professional, or are you REALLY gonna get in Jasmine's hole?
<<link "Help Jasmine as a professional therapist would." "saturday 7-3town1b1a3">><<set $jasminehelp=1>><</link>>
<<link "GET IN THAT HOLE!" "saturday 7-3town1b1a3">><<set $jasminehelp=2>><</link>><<elseif $lesson4==2>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>><<jasmine "That's a good story, Professor.">> she says.
<<you "It's more than just a story, you know.">> you say.
<<jasmine "Yeah, I got that.">> she says with a little smile.
<<you "See you're the guy in the hole.">> you say. She rolls her eyes and smiles.
<<jasmine "I know.">> she says. You pause while she keeps smiling at you.
<<you "It's an emotional hole.">> you say. She laughs a little and shakes her head. <<you "It's a metaphor... for your emotions.">> you say. She playfully slaps you on the arm.
<<jasmine "You're ruining it!">> she says with a giggle.
<<you "I know. I just want to make sure you get what I'm trying to say.">>
<<jasmine "I get it. You want to help me out of the emotional hole that I'm in.">> she says.
<<you "Yes. And I can do it, Jasmine. If you're willing to let me help you.">> you say. She looks hesitant.
<<jasmine "I don't know. I just... don't know.">> she says.
<<you "I do. I know that we can do this, together.">> you say confidently. She takes one last moment to think about it.
<<jasmine "Do you promise you're not going to bail on me?">> she asks. This is very serious. Her main problem is abandonment issues. It would devastate her if you started to help her then abandoned her. You know this.
<<you "I promise, Jasmine.">> you say. You genuinely mean it this time.
<<jasmine "OK. Get me out of this hole, Professor.">> she says.
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<</nobr>>Jasmine seems distant. After a week of bringing her closer to both yourself and the rest of the class, it seems like she's actively drifting away again. You want to let her know that you understand what she's going through.
<img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminepleading.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><<you "I remember being your age.">> you say.
<<jasmine "Yeah, what were the 1950's like, really?">> she says with a smile.
<<you "Cute. Real cute.">> you say. You chuckle. <<you "I had to deal with a lot of the same things you're going through.">>
<<jasmine "You were an orphan too?">> she asks.
<<you "No, but my parents were divorced when I was young. I lived with my mother, and she was just a wreck. I had to basically take care of my sister...">> you say. Jasmine looks sympathetic. <<you "And... she died.">> you say.
<<jasmine "Your sister?">> she asks.
<<you "Yes.">> you reply. The Marshals actually made that part of your backstory if anyone ever goes investigating.
<<jasmine "I'm sorry, Professor.">> she says.
<<you "It's OK. It's been a long time now. I'm not over it, I mean, you never get over it...">> you say. Jasmine nods. She knows about losing family members and the hole that leaves in your life. <<you "...But you learn to live with it.">> you say.
<<jasmine "Yeah.">> she says.
<img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><<you "But one thing I know is that it can be really scary to open up and form attachments to people when you've lost so many of the ones closest to you.">> you say. Jasmine looks away, sad. She's thinking about her parents, you can tell. <<you "And I can't imagine how hard it must have been for you bouncing from home to home, meeting a new family, making new friends, only to have it all go away over and over again.">> you say.
She's still looking away from you. She's strong and proud and you can tell she doesn't want you to see her feeling sad. <<jasmine "It's fine. I'm used to it.">> she says.
<<you "But you don't have to live your life that way anymore, you know? You're an adult. You're out of the foster care system now. You're in control of your life.">> you say.
<<jasmine "No one's in control of their life. They just like to think they are.">> she says.
<img src="images/jasmine/jasminelookaway1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><<you "Maybe not completely, no. There are some things that we cannot control. But most things we can.">> you say.
<<jasmine "Maybe.">> she says.
<<you "Jasmine, don't you want to take control of your life?">> you ask.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1b1a2">><</link>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>You and Jasmine ride the bus through town in amicable silence. You're thinking about your arrangement with her. You feel good about it. After a while, she asks you, <<jasmine "Hey any update on the whole... rats situation?">>
You had actually been trying not to think about that whole other mess. <<you "No, nothing. But thanks for reminding me.">> you say sarcastically. She laughs.
<<jasmine "So, you're not a big fan of rats?">> she asks.
<<you "Is anyone?">>
<<jasmine "Well, I'm certainly not.">> she says.
<<you "Bad experience?">> you ask.
<<jasmine "Well, when I was living in...">> she starts, then suddenly looks a little embarrassed.
<<you "What's wrong?">> you ask.
<<jasmine "Well, I don't really like people knowing about this, but I assume you've read my file.">> she says.
<<you "You assume correctly.">> you say.
<<jasmine "Well, in that old office park where I was living after I left the foster system, there were lots of rats there.">> she says with a shudder. You think about Jasmine, homeless, living in a rat-infested abandoned building. It makes you sad. But it also gives you some hope. If she could get through that, she can get through anything.
<<you "Gross.">> you say.
<<jasmine "Tell me about it. Nothing like waking up with rat turds all around you. That way you know they were crawling all over you while you were asleep.">> she says. That's a fucking horrible thought.
<<you "Well, I hope that the administration is dealing with the rat problem, but I don't think it's dealt with just yet.">> you say.
<<jasmine "Great. So we have that to look forward to on Monday.">> she says.
<<you "Look, we roll with the punches, right?">>
<<jasmine "Right.">> she says. The bus pulls around the corner and stops in front of your apartment complex. You both get off and Wilson pulls away and out of sight. You look across the street and see that there are girls awake and cleaning up the front lawn. It looks like it's finally time to do this. You and Jasmine head across the street.
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<</nobr>><<jasmine "OK, Professor. I need your help.">> she says. She's ready to make a change.
<<you "Good. You're already headed in the right direction.">> you say. She smiles.
<<jasmine "I know.">> she says.
<<you "It's not going to be easy. You're going to want to give up sometimes.">> you say. <<you "But I'm not going to let that happen.">>
<<jasmine "Thank you, Professor.">> she says.
<<you "But you're the one who's going to be doing all the work, you know? I can't do it for you.">> you remind her.
<<jasmine "I know. I'm ready.">> she says. There's a certain confidence in her voice now that makes you feel hopeful about her prospects in this.
<<you "I think you are, Jasmine. I think you are.">> you say. She leans in and gives you a hug. You hug her back. It's very wholesome, but you can't help but remember your office session with her. You kinda tricked her into blowing you... No, you DEFINITELY tricked her into it. She seemed to like it, but regardless, you were dishonest and you took advantage of her... and of Sophia.
But there's nothing you can do about that now. If you're really trying to be a better person, all you can do is help Jasmine moving forward. <<jasmine "So... does this mean we're going to be having more meetings in your office?">> she says with a smile.
<<you "Look, Jasmine... I shouldn't have let that happen.">> you say.
<<jasmine "It wasn't really up to you.">> she says. <<jasmine "I mean, we kinda jumped you.">>
<<you "Yes, you did. But I... I don't want you to think that I'm doing this... that I'm helping you because you did that.">> you say.
<<jasmine "I know. But... it was fun.">> she says.
<<you "Be that as it may, I think we should probably cool it from now on, OK?">> you ask. She smiles.
<<jasmine "OK.">> she says. There's something in her expression that makes you think she's not being totally genuine, but maybe you're just misreading her.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-3town1b1a4">><</link>><<elseif $jasminehelp==2>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>>So here you are. You're going to help Jasmine and try to fuck her at the same time. This could get messy. But, you're whole fucking life is, was, and presumably will be, messy. You're basically mr. messy at this point so... fuck it.
<img src="images/jasmine/jasminepleading.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminecoy.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminecoy.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><<jasmine "I guess I need your help, Professor. I'll do whatever you want me to.">> she says.
<<you "OK, Jasmine. I'm going to hold you to that.">> you say. She smiles.
<<jasmine "And I think I can help you too.">> she says.
<<you "What do you mean?">> you ask, though you're pretty sure you know what she means.
<<jasmine "Well, like when you helped me and Sophia not get expelled last week, and then we... helped you in return.">> she says.
<<you "Are you suggesting that...">>
<<jasmine "That's exactly what I'm suggesting.">> she says, reaching out and touching your thigh.
<<you "Jasmine, we're in public.">> you remind her. She giggles and removes her hand.
<<jasmine "Sorry.">> she says.
<<you "Look, I would have helped you anyway. I want you to know that.">> you say.
<<jasmine "Does that mean you don't want me to help you too?">> she asks.
<<you "Well, I didn't say that, did I?">> you say with a smile. She giggles.
<<jasmine "Good. Because I REALLY want to help you, Professor.">> she says.
BONER ALERT.
You know what? Who the fuck cares about conflicts of interest? What does that even mean? I don't know, and I don't care!
WE'RE GONNA FUCK JASMINE. And help her too.
But we're totally gonna fuck.
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<</nobr>>You and Jasmine seem to have come to an understanding. You're taking your first steps on what will be, for her, a hard but ultimately productive journey. She smiles at you with new-found hope. It seems like she's ready for what's to come, and so are you.
<img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile1.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminepleading.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/jasmine/jasminelook.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left"><<you "So, how do you feel?">> you ask her.
<<jasmine "Better. Much better. I'm still a little scared, but I feel good.">> she says.
<<you "That's the right frame of mind to be in.">> you tell her. She smiles.
<<jasmine "So what do we do now?">> she asks. You have a few ideas, but you remember that you are still without your phone, and that's a problem that you need to solve ASAP.
<<you "Well, to be honest, I was right in the middle of something.">> you say.
<<jasmine "What?">> she asks.
<<you "I lost my phone somewhere and I really need to find it.">> you say.
<<jasmine "I can help you find it!">> she says with a smile.
<<you "Really? You're not busy?">> you ask.
<<jasmine "No, not at all. Where should we look?">> she asks. You know you have to go to Casey's house, even though you've been avoiding it. You will eventually have to confront your actions from last night, and what better time than now. With Jasmine along for the ride, maybe she can distract some of the girls and let you look for the phone without having to talk to them.
<<you "Well, I've looked all over, but I still need to look at Casey's place.">> you say.
<<jasmine "Oh. I bet it's a fucking mess over there.">> she says. She's probably right, judging by how you left it last night.
<<you "Yeah. They probably could use some help cleaning up.">> you say.
<<jasmine "Yeah. Probably.">> she says. <<jasmine "So, should we go?">> she asks.
<<you "Let's do it.">> you say. The two of you walk over to the bus stop and a few minutes later, the bus pulls up and Wilson opens the door. He smiles at both of you.
<<wilson "Hello there! Where are you two headed?">> he asks.
<<you "Nowhere good.">> you say. He gives you a confused look.
<<wilson "Huh?">> he asks.
<<you "Nothing, Wilson. Let's go.">> you say. He shrugs. You both get on the bus and take your seats as he pulls away from the bus stop and onto the road.
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<</nobr>>You and Jasmine head inside Casey's house. You're dreading this, but at least you have someone with you. Jasmine, though not the greatest of friends with the mean girl contingent, has been opening up to the other girls more lately. Maybe she can run some interference for you.
The house, though, is still a disaster. Immediately, you spot the trio of Casey, Kaylee, and Alyssa cleaning up. They all look like they've come to some sort of a truce. They notice you, but before they can react, Jasmine is already talking to them, asking them how they're doing and offering to help them clean up. Lucky for you, this gives you a little temporary respite from having to talk to them yourself.
<<if $girlpartychoice==1 or $girlpartychoice==2>>You're specifically keen on avoiding contact with Casey. <img src="images/casey/caseygreet.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartychoose.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">After what the two of you did last night, and the ramifications of the act, you're just trying to avoid her. You, instead, start looking around for your phone. You look in the couch cushions, under the table in the kitchen, and any place else you can think to look. After a while, though, the inevitable happens. Casey approaches you.
<<casey "Hi Sex Teacher.">> she says with a little smile. You can tell she's a bit hungover, but she's doing her best to try to hide it. She touches your arm in a flirty way and whispers to you, <<casey "You back for more?">> she says.
You pull away a little from her. You don't want her openly flirting with you in front of Kaylee, Alyssa and Jasmine. <<you "Cool it, will you?">> you say. She giggles.
<<casey "That's not what you were saying last night.">> She says. You roll your eyes.
<<you "Yea I know. But there are other people here so can you please stop?!">> you say. She smiles.
<<casey "OK OK. I get it.">> she says, still smiling. You're still pretty nervous about her flirting and she seems to notice. <<casey "You know, I didn't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about.">> she reassures you.
<<you "Really? You didn't mention anything to Kaylee and Alyssa?">> you ask, doubting her.
<<casey "No. I want you all to myself.">> she says. Well... that's better, you guess. Although it could really be a problem down the line if she becomes too attached to you. But for now the crisis seems averted. You and Casey head back into the living room where Kaylee, Alyssa and Jasmine are.
<<you "Hi girls.">> you greet them. They all look up and smile. Kaylee and Alyssa are uncharacteristically quiet. You chalk that up to hangover and maybe a little residual anger from the fight last night. You don't want to wade into that cesspool of drama, especially because the three of them seem to be mending fences. Jasmine speaks up though.
<<jasmine "They didn't find your phone, Professor. I asked them.">> she says.
<<casey "You lost your phone?">> Casey asks. You nod. <<casey "Well, I'll let you know if we find it.">> she says.
<<you "Thanks. I guess that's the best I can do.">> you say. <<you "I think I'll leave you girls to it.">> you say. You'd like to leave before they try to rope you into cleaning up their mess. <<you "Jasmine, you coming or staying?">> you ask.
<<jasmine "I'll stay and help.">> she says. You nod and then say your goodbyes to the other girls. You head out of the house and back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==3 or $girlpartychoice==4>>You're trying to remain inconspicuous while looking for your phone. Jasmine talking to the other girls is helping with that. But every so often, you catch Kaylee looking at you from across the room, smiling. Eventually, she breaks away from the group and comes over to talk to you.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleeconfident.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Hey teach. How ya doing?">> she asks. She doesn't seem to be overtly flirting with you. That's a blessing after what happened between the two of you last night. It seems like she's the type to keep things like that a secret, thank God.
<<you "Well, not great. I've lost my phone.">> you say.
<<kaylee "Yeah, Jasmine told us. That sucks.">> she says.
<<you "I take it you haven't found it?">> you ask.
<<kaylee "Nope. Sorry.">> she says. <<kaylee "But we'll make sure to keep an eye out for it.">>
<<you "Thanks.">> you say. You both stand there for a moment, unsure of what to say next. <<you "So, are the three of you OK?">> you ask, gesturing to Casey and Alyssa.
<img src="images/kaylee/kayleeparty1.jpg" alt="kaylee" class="left"><<kaylee "Oh sure. We fight like that all the time when we get drunk.">> she says. This, you actually sort of assumed.
<<you "Good. I mean, not good that you fight when you're drunk... but good that you made up.">> you say. She smiles.
<<kaylee "Yep. Thanks for checking, though.">> she says. With that, you decide to take your leave. Since the fight seems to be settled and Kaylee seems to be keeping your little trist with her a secret, there's nothing left for you to do here. Jasmine decides to stay and help, so you head out alone.
You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==5>>You still haven't found your phone yet, and you're running out of places to look. You're not too hopeful that you're going to find it here, but you keep looking anyway. You notice that Alyssa is distinctly avoiding making eye contact with you. <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><img src="images/casey/caseypartysmile.jpg" alt="casey" class="left">She might be feeling awkward about accepting your help last night, even though she was so drunk, she couldn't really deny it.
You walk over to the girls and Jasmine speaks up. <<jasmine "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says.
<<you "Damn.">> you say. Casey looks up from her cleaning.
<<casey "Don't worry, Sex Teacher. We'll keep our eyes peeled.">> she says, then goes back to work. She's still calling you "Sex Teacher," which still makes you uncomfortable, but what are you gonna do.
The other girls affirm that they will keep an eye out for your phone as well. With that, there's little left for you to do here. Jasmine decides to stay and help clean up, so the two of you part ways. Just before you leave, though, you catch Alyssa alone.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile1.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<you "You OK?">> you ask her. You expect a bitchy response, given that it's Alyssa, but to your surprise, she smiles.
<<alyssa "Yeah. I'm good.">> she says and goes back to cleaning. That's probably all you're going to get out of her, but that's more than you expected. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==6>>While you're looking for your phone, you desperately try to remain unnoticed. Jasmine is talking with the other girls, keeping them distracted, which is good. Still, you wonder if Alyssa has already told them about what happened last night, or if she even remembers. You need peace of mind, or at least a little more information about how deep is the shit you are in with the Alyssa situation. So, you suck it up and make your way over to her, acting as nonchalant as possible given the circumstances.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssatilthead.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><img src="images/alyssa/alyssalookback.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left">When you reach her, she looks up at you with a blank expression. <<alyssa "Hi.">> she says. Then she goes back to cleaning. Not much to go on.
<<you "Hi, Alyssa.">> you say. She keeps cleaning. You keep searching for your phone. Then she speaks again.
<<alyssa "I hear you lost your phone.">> she says. Jasmine must have told them already.
<<you "Yeah. You seen it?">> you ask. She shakes her head.
<<alyssa "Nope.">> she says. She continues cleaning without looking up. There's a moment of silence while you both stand there. Then, she looks up at you and says, <<alyssa "I did find a big load of cum on my face. I think that was yours, right?">>
YOU FREEZE.
Well, that answers the question of how much of last night she remembers.
<<you "Uhh...">> you stammer.
<img src="images/alyssa/alyssasmile.jpg" alt="alyssa" class="left"><<alyssa "Yeah, I thought so.">> she says. <<alyssa "So is that how you help your students, huh Professor Pervert?">> she asks. You say nothing, still stunned buy her words. Then, she looks right at you. <<alyssa "You're wondering who I told, right?">> she asks, with a smug smile. You nod. She lets you stew for a moment then replies. <<alyssa "No one.">> she says. <<alyssa "... yet.">>
With that, she smiles again and leaves you alone. You're in some deep shit now, you think. Your brain can't really process the potential ramifications of this right now, so you just decide to leave.
You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<elseif $girlpartychoice==7 or $girlpartychoice==8>>You continue searching but have no luck finding your phone. After a while, you head over to where the other girls are cleaning up. Jasmine speaks up. <img src="images/jasmine/jasminesmile.jpg" alt="jasmine" class="left"><<sophia "They didn't find your phone, Professor.">> she says. The other girls look up and shake their heads. Well... looks like you struck out.
<<you "Thanks. Could you all keep an eye out for it, please?">> you ask them. They all let you know that they will. Since it seems like they have things well in hand here, you head out. You leave the house and go back across the street. For one last shot, you wait at the bus stop until Wilson pulls up in the shuttle. <img src="images/saturday7/wilson.jpg" alt="wilson" class="left">When he opens the doors, you don't board, but you ask him,
<<you "Anyone find my phone yet?">>
<<wilson "Nope. Sorry, son.">> he says. <<wilson "Check in with me tomorrow, OK?">>
<<you "Sure thing.">> you say. With that, you head back to your apartment.
<<link "CONTINUE" "saturday 7-5">><</link>><<else>><</if>>
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<</nobr>>Meanwhile, far away...
Marshal Buck was back to his old bad habit. Smoking would kill him, he realized, but with everything that had been happening, he really needed the stress relief. And death by mob assassin was a more pressing issue at the moment.
Some would say that he was just being paranoid. Sure, the car he kept seeing, the one he was SURE has been following him and staking out his house at night, sure that car COULD be a mobster's... but it could also just be a new neighbor who coincidentally works near his office downtown.
That's certainly what Moira first thought when he told her about it, but now even she couldn't totally rule out foul play. She sat there outside the dive bar next to her partner. It was late at night at the same dive where they had previously met. This was their secret spot, or so they assumed.
<<moira "So, like I told you, I've been being careful.">> moira said. <<moira "I've been following all the protocols, changing my routines, keeping an eye out for suspicious vehicles and people.">>
<<billy "And?">> Billy asked.
<<moira "And... I don't know what to tell you, Billy. I haven't seen anything that would make me think I'm being surveiled.">> she said. Buck frowned. He was still convinced that something fishy was going on. moira seemed to notice his expression. <<moira "When you first told me about the car, I kinda believed you. I mean, I still believe you that you keep seeing the same car, but that could mean anything.">> she said.
<<billy "I don't know, moira. It just seems so suspicious. After what we've been wrapped up in? You know Angelo's crew would be looking for payback if they knew that we were directly involved.">> he said.
<<moira "But they don't. I mean, how could they?">> she said. <<moira "For as much as I don't like $you.firstName, he knows his shit. He's the best con man I think I've ever encountered. And he's stayed alive this long. I trust that he covered his tracks, and ours.">> she said.
<<billy "Look, he's good. I know that. But everyone makes mistakes. There are a lot of moving parts here, and... I can't help but worry that we all may have overlooked something.">> he said. chloe suddenly looked worried. She tried to cover it, but Buck noticed. <<billy "What? What is it?">> he asked.
<<chloe "It's nothing, Billy.">> she said. But Buck wasn't going to let this go.
<<billy "Tell me!">> he said forcefully. chloe sighed.
<<chloe "OK, but I'll say, I don't think this is that big of a deal. I only really just thought of it.">> she said.
<<billy "Stop dancing around it and just say it, chloe.">> he said.
<<chloe "Well, since I've been being extra careful, you know, these last few days, I decided to call $you.firstName, just to see if he noticed anything.">> she said.
<<billy "That's risky, chloe! You know that phone number was supposed to be for emergencies only!">> he said.
<<chloe "I know, but you were really freaked out so I thought that this qualified.">> she replied.
<<billy "OK, that's fair, I guess. So what are you telling me?">> he asked. chloe hesitated, then told him.
<<chloe "He hasn't been picking up his phone... the last 24 hours.">> she said. Buck looked worried. <<chloe "I don't think it's that big of a deal, but I thought you should know.">> she said. Buck thought long and hard about this new development.
<<billy "Well, there's nothing we can do about it. We have no other way to contact him, except going to the island in person. And if it turns out we ARE being followed, that would just lead them right to him.">> he said. Neither of the Marshals liked this situation. They were really between a rock and a hard place, that is IF they were being followed.
But they still weren't completely sure that they WERE being followed. Uncertainty's a bitch. Buck finished his smoke and stubbed it out on the ground before telling Marsha to keep her head on a swivel. It was really all they could do.
chloe got into her car and headed off. Buck did the same.
<<link "CONTINUE" "chapter 3.2end">><</link>><<nobr>>
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<</nobr>><div class="credits">The End of Chapter 3.2</div>
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