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| Author: | niellwyn [ Mon Jun 27, 2011 10:06 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Bell After Class (For Bell) |
Textbooks wandered in indeterminate circuits through the class, riding on a crest of hands. The nubile women, imagining themselves students, were curious about the discrepancies in the new edition texts compared to the old, and more importantly, whether or not the new books, issued that very morning, would present any difficulties during the day's academic gauntlet. Their animate chatter was interspersed with an intermittent, vaguely plastic cracking noise as the First Edition hardcovers were pried apart to their title pages. A collective murmur signaled a general relief that the subject remained Sociology. The classroom slaves wouldn't be required to memorize another collection of facts; a matter of some concern to those unlucky scholars who had experienced a class undergoing "Curriculum Enhancement", usually serving less to enhance previous lessons and more to supplant them with strangely unrelated but faculty approved substitutes. The girls' agitation was not due solely to the fresh texts. Official Shokushu emails and doorknob dangling placards had alerted them that their instructor, Mr. Miller, was to be absent for the next day or so. A case of the rickets, or so the rumors went. (Medical students scoffed) There were assurances. Mr. Miller would be back in no more than three days. Minor infection. Fatigue. A temporary replacement already scheduled to take over the indoctrination of the girls. Of the students. A Ms. Natsuki Saika, reportedly an expert in several fields and already holding a position in the Photography Department. When Ms. Saika entered the room the classroom din subsided into a watchful hush. It was yet to be established if this petite, poised woman in her violet cashmere suit was a teacher to contend with or chum to feed the school. Somebody, acting out of collective instinct, began to type into their cellphone, thumbs ostentatiously extended, Droid recklessly aloft. Ms. Saika smiled, talked softly into her desktop intercom unit. Less than a minute later she had been escorted away by very stern, but very gentle sounding members of faculty, clutching a pink detention slip. The class readied their books obediently. |
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| Author: | Bell [ Thu Jun 30, 2011 11:21 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Bell After Class (For Bell) |
Bell was not one of the girls excitedly discussing the prospect of a substitute. She figured that if the school trusted this girl, this student enough to teach a class then she was probably one of the campus's Head Girls, or at the very least someone with the same type and amount of authority. She had heard stories of how cruel some of the Head girls could be in levying out their punishments. There were stories of three-day long detentions, bound and broken, exhausted from spending days on end doing nothing but satiating the lusts of whatever manner of beast wandered by, kept in the bowels of the school's basement to the point of almost complete submission. If her last encounter in the basement had taught her anything, it was that she had absolutely no urge to return. Ever. As far as she was concerned, the should flood the whole place with cement, let it harden then brick up the entrance and forget it ever existed. Needless to say, she had a vested interest in staying on this girl's, whoever she may be, good side. When she entered, Bell was concentrated on her reading, her eyes bowed, one hand desperately trying to tug her too-short skirt's hem taut to preserve some modest level of her dignity. She was certain that the girls in front of her need only look back to get a full view of her legs all the way to her backside, her thighs crossed demurely before her beneath the desk. She folded her hands over her book, looking around nervous as the girl entered. Her eyes locked on that cashmere suit, her pen in hand, poised over her notebook. When the girl near the front was escorted out without another word she gulped, bowing her head back to her text, preparing herself to listen, write, and keep herself as far away from trouble as she possibly could. |
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| Author: | niellwyn [ Fri Aug 26, 2011 5:37 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Bell After Class (For Bell) |
Ms. Saika did not deign to introduce herself to the class, and merely drew her signature large upon the chalkboard in a sweeping display of practiced calligraphy. The instructor was a woman of smiles, the students soon learned. Bright, spontaneous smiles to reward good answers or brave attempts at one. Brittle, thin smiles in response to foolishness or disrespect, and if the errant girl's behavior worsened, Ms. Saika spread her lips to show her teeth. Those brilliant teeth would lock together into a white grimace as her eyes widened, intent upon the perpetrator, just before she whispered into her intercom unit, biting the air with every hard syllable. A quarter of an hour passed, the attendance of the class dropped by three persons, and those remaining were dutiful, studious women prettily reading at their desks. Natsuki relished her false authority. The true faculty never invited complications by denying her small requests, so when she hinted that she fancied the privileges of a Shokushu teacher for a day or two the class schedule had been edited and formally approved by the time she'd dressed for the day. In the relative silence she surveyed the girls available to her, letting her gaze touch upon student after student under the pretense of supervising their work, eyes roaming over fetching, bare legs and bosoms thinly veiled by deliberately form fitting blouses. Her heels tapped the floor tiles quietly as she patrolled the aisles. Here she laid her hand to lend encouragement to a struggling scholar, feeling the pliancy of youthful skin beneath. There she consulted a hesitant Thai maiden in low murmurs while surreptitiously inspecting her tanned decolletage. Of the dozens of gorgeous women clustered in the tiny desks Bell was the first to demand a second look. She had pale skin with a subtle shade of color, and a fetching composition to her facial features, both delicate and sharp, like an aristocrat's daughter hidden among peasants. Her limbs were long and shapely. Sitting sedately in her chair she betrayed a vigorous energy in the way her feet swung and the crossing and uncrossing of her lightly tanned thighs as she drummed her pencil against her partially open lips, moistening her eraser. Natsuki smiled, and this time her smile was the lesser part of her expression next to the avaricious glimmer of her eyes. The covetous glint of them grew while she watched the girl, assessing Bell's attributes in succession, judging every aspect with mounting approval. What game should I play with her? Natsuki wondered. |
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