Another day, another gym class. They had done a lot of balance exercises, and surprisingly enough, it was a rather elaborate routine, with bars and rings and ropes and beams. Saira hadn't gotten out of practice, but... she still was pretty taxed by all the routines. Our focus was brought to her as she sat out for the last routine, to relax. She had bought a journal with her for this, and while the last girls did their thing, the tan-skinned girl wrote notes in shorthand, things that looked like lists of locations, coordinates, and even more readable notes about some of the island's wilderness trails. It looked like she was plotting something.

Speaking of looks, though... The girl was not quite as /endowed/ as some of the more ample students, instead a more average C-cup in bustline, really nice hips, and only modest curves and butt. Of course, many of those attributes... were highlighted by the sleek, white-and-blue leotard she was wearing - it hugged her curves, strained against her chest (the slimming effect... was somewhat lesser than it'd have been in some other school's leotards, naturally!), and left all of her legs completely out and available. It was all rounded out by midlength black hair, a rich, olive-tan complexion, and the soft violet eyes that were hidden under her glasses.

Any staying still to take in those looks, though, would soon be interrupted by a call from the gym teacher, who had already dismissed a few girls by now. "Miss Nejem!" ...Saira looked up. "I have to take the rest of these girls to a club meet, could you put away the equipment for me?" She seemed a bit surprised at this, but after closing up her journal, the Egyptian-American girl nodded, standing up. "Oh... Okay then! I think I remember where they go." A smile and wave from the teacher, though, and soon enough, she'd be alone in the gym.

...Or at least, she'd think she was alone...

Slimer had followed a new subject silently for a little over a day now and was almost debating on giving up his chase when she turned in the gym after classes ended for the day. Her exoticlooks had drawn him in, but it wasn't until that sporting session the coached referred to as gymnastics that he knew he had to have her. Her blue and white leotard only demonstarted her simple curves, her breasts a perky tight c, and her hips and ass, tight and toned from hours of practice. Her stamina was undeniable as she went through practice, as was her strength and flexibility, as she contorted he body easily in ways that only served to stoke his lust and fire up his demented imagination.

Her fine legs were exposed showing their slim build and toned muscles, as he couldn't help but imagine them grasping his waist. She finished with a light sweat, and sat down. She appeared to be writing in, and studying, a small notebook. Her straifht black midlength hair, draped around her shoulders, a slight contrast to her olived-toned, smooth skin. Her glasses perched on her small nose, trying to conceal her depthless, liquid pools that were her eyes. It went for naught tough as their vibrant color shone through against even the glare from the hanging flourescent lights.

His loins stirred as he could only anticipate the soft caress of her flesh against his, her soft moans filling his ears, and her scent gathering in his nose. The question remained of how to get her alone, when fate reared its surprising head and her teacher in these "gymnastics" requests her to put away the equipment from the practice leaving her, alone and unaware that she had caught the attention of a focused demon.

So, oblivious to her observer, Saira set about her work. She was grunting with strain as she pushed the long balance beam back up against the wall, having to move it and fuss with it and generally exhaust herself somewhat. The poor girl really shouldn't have been left to do this alone! But she was determined, so... so she'd go on! The parallel bars were a bit easier, if... awkward to do. Saira had it easy with the lower one, just pulling the bar off of it, and carrying it around, before coming back for the stand. But it was the higher-up one that gave the girl some issues. She wasn't tall enough to reach it! Their instructor was a bit on the taller side for a woman, and had an easier time of it. Saira, on the other hand? Had to actually hop with her arms outstretched to get it!

Of course, this particular gesture of hers, as she almost goofily leapt around the gym trying to get a single flexible bar down from where it stood, made Saira... well, look more 'interesting'. Despite the necessary amount of tightness a leotard had to have, it even made her breasts bounce up and down with her - given the nature of the school, they probably somehow came up with a way to make that still possible and even exaggerated, while not getting in the way of actual gymnastics training. They were inventively perverted like that. In the end, though, Saira eventually managed to bop the thing off of its stand, and proceeded to finish putting away the whole thing!

While, in all honesty, she was vulnerable at any number of points, bothering the olive-skinned girl in the middle of taking apart and wielding giant bars was probably not the most amazingly competent idea. But now? As Saira set off towards the vaulting horse, she stopped. It's like she wanted to take it apart into its little layers and put it over against the wall like everything else, but... something made her hesitate. The fact that Saira then slumped against it, panting heavily made that obvious - she was getting tired and needed a break! One that just happened to leave her butt pointed up into the air while she leaned over the equipment. Hmmmmm.

Slimer watched as the young gymnast went about carrying out her tasks. She grunted and struggled with a long beam, that the girls had danced over. Their feet had whisked over and off the sides of the beam, launching thier bodies airbound while contorting to twist landing perfectly in an amazing display of grace. It was unusual yet breath taking. Next, she moved onto a couple of bars on stands that supported each side. Deciding against bothering that activity seemed wise, so Slimer watched she put on a display. The lower bar gave her no trouble, while the upper pole delivered the amusement. She jumped up and down trying to dislodge it, all the while her breasts swayed under the tight outfit, his eyes locked on them.

Slimer found his loins stirring watching her athletic body showing its splendors. Next, she brought the higher stand over, and Slimer thought it was almost perfect timing. Following her back to the equipment and she headed to the next piece while slimer slowly stalked after. Slimer froze with surprise, as she haulted suddenly only steps ahead. Had she detected his invisible presence? He wasn't sure and knew he had to be cautious, or risk her getting away. Her nimble body would be a tough catch, but he had an idea of another pole he wanted her to balance on.

Finally, she moved forward and leans over the equipment, apparently tired and resting, but for how long? His calculations were interupted by the student, as her ass presented nicely. Unsire of how long he stared, he knew he should act. The decision only remained to play with the woman before taking her or simply have his way with. Judging her fatigue he felt confident, so he would play with her a bit before his fun truely started. Walking up behind her, Slimer battles his stirring loins and he stops directly back only inches away.

Relax... Slimer whispered as his hands began tracing from her shoulders, softly down her back. Anticipating her response, he was ready to leap the opposite way she would turn, freezing invisibly.

For the first few seconds, Saira didn't seem to even notice. She just laid there, spent, almost even glad. Was the girl enjoying that already? Maybe she was, because a soft coo that nearly sounded relieved escaped from her lips, and she leaned into the vaulting horse even more. It persisted like this for nearly a whole few more seconds (which could very well have been an eternity, for these purposes), before...

...Nothing major happened. Oh, something did happen, don't get us wrong, but it was nothing like the sudden jolt Slimer had anticipated. Instead, Saira's back tensed up, and a mumbled, almost-literally wordless comment was voiced. Slowly, agonizingly-slowly, her head turned, and saw, well. Nothing. The girl got up fully, now, turned around and sitting slightly on the very same piece of equipment she had been laying on before. Suspicion colored her expression now.

"...Is someone there? I didn't exactly hallucinate that, you know...

Slimer's hand caressed down her back lightly massaging as an almost inaudible groan escaped her lips. With realization though, her back tensed and she slowly turned and sat upon the equipment. Holding still, a skill he had lots of practice at, the light blended around his form leaving him invisible to human eyes. Apparently she was trying to either convince herself that she had actually felt or heard something, or she was trying to lure him out. Torturing her mind was lots of fun and would need to be exacted carefully, hoping bringing her senses and body to become more exhilerated while not spooking her until he was ready to take her.

Deciding eerie silence combined with no one being their may have her doubting the voice and touch or so he hoped. Having nothing there seemed more frightening then finding a source for the stimuli if he were to appear as well. There was one thing that struck him. Most students assumed monsters and demons running wild on the island were nothing but rumors and ghost stories. There was a chance though that she was one of the small percentage of the student body who knew the tales were more than just that. Ultimately, he knew his desired outcome and such knowledge wouldn't deter him from his ultimate goal, but he knew it may alter his approach. Watching and waiting, he prepares for eventualties while planning his next move...

Saira stared at... nothing. And even stared for a few seconds, actually. But then? Then Saira started jabbing out with one hand, striking thin air. Despite going relatively quickly and moving suddenly, though, each hit was easily avoidable. After all, the girl had no idea where she was even aiming! Jabs turned into flailing, and the almost goofy sight of this dark-skinned gymnastics student waving her arms at nothing with a frustrated look on her face was now presented rather directly to Slimer.

"Come on. You can't have gotten that far. What, are you extradimensional? ...Saira suddenly looked up, but only pursed her lips and blew a little puff of air - yet again a frustrated gesture. "Not on the ceiling, either. Come on, I know I heard you!" ...But all the girl could do was glance around frantically - uselessly.

Slimer had to fight a chuckle at the sight of her failing around uselessly, it was beyond comical and the determined look on her face was the icing on the cake. Holding still she stares right past him and begins questioning his where abouts, which at this point seems utterly hillarious yet she proceeds to ask anyway checking even the ceiling. As she scans the room he extends a tentacle into the opened storage room. Feeling around he finds some shelves and begins its climb, all the while watching her serious her determined not to laugh.

As the phallic ended tentacle climbs, it reaches a box, (for the readers a box of hand chalk) and pushes hard tipping it over the edge. He retracts his hidden tentacle in a blur as the box lands with a thud shredding the silence. Should she look she would find more unending nothing, filling the supply closet...

Now, now Saira was getting pretty irked about this! While she didn't call out again, the girl did jump at the noise, making only a small yelp, before shaking her head, and... well, going to the supply closet. Chalk, patches for the mat, duct tape, a spare gym leotard (...larger size than hers), and other assorted, well, junk. No monsters. No tentacles. It was taunting her, Saira was sure of it.

However, rather than lash out to attack again, Saira waited by the closet, looking around again. She wanted to see what was going on. Or not see... but damnit, she'd try to get a visual!

Slimer waits patiently as the cute student heads off to investigate the strange noise, moving slowly behind her, trying to avoid notice. He took the time admiring her toned legs and small tight ass, the leotard leaving little to the imagination. She investigates and smartly stays outside the supply room.

As she looks around trying to catch a glimps of the intruder Slimer begins sneaking a tentacle along the bottom corner of the floor and wall. Its goal amusing enough was simply to smack her on the ass and recoil hopefully fast enough to avoid detection as he was only a few feet away...

Being preoccupied like she was, just quietly observing the room... Saira thus presented an astoundingly easy target. The tentacle would receive not even the slightest resistance or notice, as it invisibly moved closer, and closer... practically touching, without Saira seeming at all the wiser for it. Or... so it looked. The most subtle twinge of awareness was beginning to strike in her, probably from the feeling of proximity, and a hand twitched once, preparing to lunge down...

...At the exact moment that he made the slap. A satisfyingly wet slap against her tightly-clothed butt, and the tentacle pulled back - missing her hand by mere inches! Now rubbing the hit area, Saira looked about more frantically. Worried, obviously, but also... knowing. Suspicious. Clearly aware of just what was happening. "Seriously, I know you're there! ... ...Hmm..." A pause, as she began to think. It didn't take long, before Saira dashed off towards the leaning mat she had slid the equipment pieces behind. Assuming she wasn't interrupted, though? She'd pull out one of the eponymous bars from that dismantled parallel-bar set, wielding it as if it were a giant polearm! That is to say, in both hands and somewhat awkwardly given its weight.

"I'll find you, one way or another!"

As the slap lands home it was obvious she wasn't being fooled into thinking it was all in her head. He barely missed having the tentacle grabbed, and knew his mind games were going to have to run their course soon. She moves quickly to the leaning mat and grabs one of the poles she had stashed earlier, comically wielding the heavy object like a staff.

So, smart and beautiful, how about you put that down before I get mad and someone gets hurt? Slime's voice booms and echos through the gymnasium making finding its invisible origin a challenge.

Even better yet, how about you bend over that equipment again and I give you a proper massage. I've got plenty of ways to help you relax... his voice echoes again, and she can hear the smile in his voice.

Saira stood for a moment, holding the pole still. Her stance shifted subtly, and she bit her lip - clearly unsure of how to proceed. She settled for propping it on the floor and leaning against it like it was a walking stick or support structure. "Even if I felt overly cooperative, do you... do you really think that just telling someone to give in after messing with them like that, is going to work?" The girl leaned a bit further, moving precariously close to straddling the pole, but stopping herself short. Her tone, while previously a bit dubious, softened somewhat... or, rather, became less confident.

"I don't really know anything about what you're capable of, other than being invisible. In fact, I was going to use this to find you, not beat you." A sheepish look. "...Much."

I must apologize for my actions, my intent truely was to give you a relaxing backrub, but it seemed you were a little on edge and I didn't want you screaming and running off... the demon lied before continuing on. I must admit my other actions were kind of childish, but meant for nothing more than fun, and you know, no harm no foul. If you had the power to be invisible what would you do? Have fun of course, right? Slimer asks as his voice continues echoing.

So why not put that down, and we can work on that backrub you need? I promise I'll help you relax and feel good, you look beautiful but truely tired and tense. Slimer's words contained enough truths not to simply be outright lies, and he waited to see if she would accept his twisted offer...

Saira replied rather swiftly, only leaning against the pole rather than dropping it entirely. Her eyes narrowed, though, and kept her back to the wall.

"...Actually, if I could become invisible, I'd probably use it to observe and examine how people act without worrying about the effect my presence has on them." But she trailed off for a second, tone and expression sharpening even more for when she resumed speaking. "Though I doubt you're much for social sciences. Since I can examine behavior, and... well..."

Saira cradled the pole in her right elbow, as she folded her arms and assumed a smug grin. She was 'doomed' anyway, so why not get in a few symbolic victories? Either she'd piss him off, or he'd listen and revise things to not, well. try to give her as much of a proverbial run-around. Former more likely than latter. Oh! Or maybe just amuse him, but that's more of a neutral result. "You're somewhat easy to guess. Maliciously-playful style, delivering an offer, even though we both know that you're not really going to leave it at just a backrub, but..." She closed her eyes, though only for a few seconds, to give an extra 'note' to her attempt at looking smug and knowledgeable. "...Mm, the question becomes this! How about we start over this whole deals-and-offers thing, but you cut the bull, eh?" Saira ended her little speech with a goofy wink. This could be the biggest disaster of this meeting, but she was intrigued by the challenge.