This choice: Lauren uses spells to control the things around Jessie and mess with her mind. • Go Back...Chapter #6Lauren uses spells to control the things around... by: Apollo   What fun would this be if Lauren didn't make sure Jessie suffer? The best way to do that, she thought, would be to have Jessie unconsciously humiliated, something a voodoo doll just couldn't do; it was wonderful for making her do something, but she was fully aware she was doing it. No, the best way is to have it seem like her life's falling apart, like she's on a streak of bad luck, or the universe is out to get her.
Using a freshly charmed locket, Lauren was able to observe Jessie at will, allowing her to lounge in bed this morning and still mess with Jessie. The locket itself was originally a gift from Jessie whose circular frame of bronze was meant to symbolize their friendship as strong without crossing any serious thresholds. Lauren wanted to toss it out after the fight, but after learning that opening these windows requires an object of her relationship with the person, it quickly became a very useful tool. The only real problem is it could also be used by Jessie to see her, but it's not like Jessie would know what to do with this knowledge and Lauren can easily summon it back to her.
With an early class today, Jessie was already on campus and in the middle of hearing a lecture on Russian Literature. A closer inspection showed Jessie wearing only four garments, accessories aside: a blue strapless sundress, a pair of white panties, and wedge heeled sandals. No bra was no surprise, Jessie only wore those when she expected she needed the support, but the briefs seemed out of place now that she's single again. Then again, the dress did seem rather short, extending not even an inch below Jessie's cooch, so the sight was a bit understandable.
However, those panties still bothered Lauren. She didn't even know Jessie owned briefs until she ran into Jessie on laundry day. Jessie seemed to revel in the naughtiness of less material. It had to be fixed. One summoning spell later, the blue briefs were sitting on top of the book, allowing Lauren to notice a wet spot on the front of them. This wasn't surprising either, since even Lauren got wet at the sight of Mr. Irving and his young, well toned butt. However, what happened next was sure to be surprising and enjoyable.
Lost in fantasies of her professor, Jessie has yet to notice her panties were gone. Even the slight draft working its way up the short hem of her dress isn't enough to pique Jessie's curiosity. However, Mr. Irving's voice was more influential, quickly snapping her out of the imaginary bed and right back into the very real classroom.
"Jessie," he called, the smug look of a teacher who busted a daydreaming student plastered on his face.
"Y-Yes sir," she replies, her head popping up at the charm of her name from the rich baritone.
"Perhaps you'd like to tell us about the meaning of Grushenka's fable."
Jessie swallowed hard and licked her lips. While planning all her pranks against Lauren, Jessie had fallen very far behind in her class. She didn't even know a Grushenka, believing they were still reading a Tolstoy. Mr. Irving had taken to calling on Jessie even more since then, hoping to boost her grade just a bit with some points for participation. All it ever did was embarrass her. It brought all eyes on her, allowing them to see her eyes glued towards their professor's lower half. And he certainly didn't help things when he made his point.
"Keep your dirty thoughts of out my classroom, Jessie," Mr. Irving replies. It got the whole laughing lightly, while bringing a crimson glow to Jessie's cheeks.
He continues, "The fable signifies that happiness and redemption are attainable even to those we think of as pure evil, so long as they take one step in the right direction and continue down this road. The proof of this, as we can all see, is Grushenka, who thinks herself the woman of the fable. Through the story she . . . "
A cacophony of students from out the window interrupted Mr. Irving, spurring him to check the time. Seeing the class is out of time, he dismissed the class and decided to continue this lecture during the next class. In most other classes she fell behind in, Jessie would sit in the back hoping to blend into obscurity, but not this one. The best view of Mr. Irving was found in the front, and it was also the best place to flirt with him after class, much as she was doing now. Jessie rose from her seat before picking up her bag, saving that effort for second, and only when she knew her professor was looking. By doing this, she would be forced to bend down for it, and bending at the waist in something with a short hemline usually flashed her panties to Mr. Irving. This time, what brought a sharp draw of breath to him was the shaved pussy glistening even in the dim light.
The breath did not go unnoticed by Jessie, who took pleasure in finally hearing a positive response to her advances. The right panties were more reserved and sophisticated, she thought, something to make him fantasize instead of answering his questions. It was all too enjoyable knowing that she finally got him excited. She even carried this charade further by wiggling ever so slightly as she packed her stuff away, bringing soft but audible joy to her professor, but only for a few seconds before she straightened up.
The ordeal left Lauren with mixed feelings. On the one hand, the spell was working to expose Jessie, and would humiliate and embarrass her once Jessie realizes she's not wearing panties. On the other, she was making Jessie happy, the exact opposite of what she wanted. She needed a solution. Fast.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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