>"Hey you! Trixie saw you masturbating during class. If you don't want everyone in school to know you better do as I say"
"...Well yeah, how could I not? You kept shifting your legs around. And no panties? What an adventurous choice."
>she turns beet red
>"W-what? Trixie is weari-"
>she looks back and forth with an embarrassed grimace
>"Trixie thinks you are full of shit, you were staring down at your phone the whole time. As if you would have the gall to so much as look in Trixie's direction."
>You grin in a shit-eating manner
"Yeah, I guess you're right, I don't have the balls to do that."
>You turn around then snap a picture of you and a bewildered Trixie
>"H-HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"
>you show her the picture, then slowly turn your phone counter-clockwise revealing the privacy screen protector
>she is dumbfounded
"Heh, yeah, and the camera on this thing is great, you should see how clear the zoom is!"
>"T-Trixie is... speechless, how are you so unabashed about this? Just how much of a shameless degenerate are you?"
"I'm pretty far down the rabbit hole."
>you chuckle behind an empty coomer stare
>"You... you are absolutely..."
>she lets out an exasperated sigh
>"...None of that matters you complete and total pervert. Trixie still has the one up on you. Unless you do as Trixie says everyone is going to know about this little exchange. Do you understand Anonymous?"
"Meh go ahead, I don't really care what any of these people think of me, I'm sure it wouldn't be all that much of a shock to them anyhow."
>her jaw drops
>"Well... Trixie is aware you are an absolute bottom of the barrel loser loner but... Really? You wouldn't care at all? Don't you think that's kind of pathetic?"
"Oh I know it is, I just sincerely don't really care."
>she looks at you with a somewhat sad and concerned look, but then quickly straightens her expression and crosses her arms
>"W-well Trixie supposes if you don't care about your peers, maybe you'll change your tune if Trixie says she is going to the cops with this. Given how much of a complete creep you are Trixie is sure no one would doubt her."
>she loosens her tightened posture
>"I-i mean you have to at least care about that, right?"
"I guess that might ruin my week or something."
>"Good then we have an understanding. You will do as Trixie says from now on otherwise Trixie will... uh.. go to the authorities with this information!"
"I never really said anything about not doing as you say. Kind of sounds like a turn-on to be bossed around by you for a couple weeks or whatever."
>her jaw drops again
>"Trixie honestly can't believe someone like you exists. Fine, whatever, but Trixie assures you she will not make it enjoyable for you, you contemptible piece of garbage."
>you grin
"I'm already kind of digging the mean girl talk to be honest."
>she turn her gaze away, what appears to be a mild blush appearing on her face
>she sighs and points to her backpack
>"You will be carrying Trixie's things for her, peasan-"
>she cuts herself off
>"Just carry it and follow me."
>you pick up her backpack and begin following behind her, making sure to stay just far enough to appreciate the sights before you
>yes indeed Anon, that is one fine piece of ass
"Ya know, I am not really seeing your actual motive here."
>"Whatever do you mean by that?"
"Well it just doesn't seem all that logical to me that you'd want the outcast loner dude cramping your style."
>she looks back at you and narrows her eyes
>"Trixie doesn't recall saying you could speak, now that she thinks about it."
>what a strange femoid, you think to yourself
>"You are Trixie's personal servant know, even if you are low down trash, the public will recognize Trixie has imposed her will upon you and that you have been made to recognize your lower status. If anything, Trixie is doing a service for her people. If Trixie keeps you in line, she keeps you away from other potential victims of your perversion."
>she lightly whispers to herself "Yes, that's what I'm doing..."
"Whatever you say Trix. I'm guessing people will just assume we're together or something"
>she turns around wide-eyed, lightly grinding her teeth
>"HOW.. DARE YOU! To even think people would have such a perception. They will probably assume you are a limp dick simp following Trixie around. THAT is what they will think."
"Eh, maybe I guess."
>"Just shut up and follow Trixie, your talking privileges are revoked until Trixie reinstates them. And do not call me "Trix", you filthy cur."
>You consider that she is probably just bluffing about turning you in for any reason
>But the coomer who wants to be stepped on is kind of getting off on the thrilling fire this odd female has to her personality
>Also you have to admit being acknowledged at all is kind of... validating, you are so used to being invisible to others
>Not that you care about the sort of thing, Anon, what a dumb normie train of thought
>Where is this odd bitch leading you anyway, classes are over for the day
>You would ask, but she put that metaphorical chastity cage on your vocal cords
>"Is that hot?" You wonder to yourself
>You are surprised to find that it really doesn't do much for you
>learn something new everyday
>You shake your head and go back to staring at the posterior hidden beneath that thin skirt swaying in front of you
>No panties, seriously, what is this bitch's deal?
>Man that pussy was fine looking
>You pull out your phone, and try to get an angle on the underside of her skirt while you progress down the hallway
>just as you're about to get another peak she turns the corner, catching your underhanded behavior in her peripheral
>she stops in place and turns around, an intense expression across her face
>"Are you fucking serious right now? Just how much of an unrestrained beast are you? It hasn't even been 10 minutes and here you are trying to sneak a peek on Trixie again. You are truly pathetic garbage Anonymous, its as if there is nothing to you but your apish desire to relieve yourself. An empty shell of a human being playing pretend, its disgusting, you disgust me."
>normally such a tirade would slide right off you, however, something about her intensity pierces through the fog of your mind
>Is that you feeling... offended? Hurt?
>No that couldn't be
"I don-"
>"Keep your words to yourself, you have not been given permission to speak."
>"Since you will be my servant from now on, it seems as though Trixie will have to teach you a thing or two about self-control and discipline if she is to trust you with her various tasks and workings."
>with this statement a strange, crooked, sadistic smirk appears on her face, paired with senpaku eyes
>you feel mildly disturbed making eye contact with her, frozen in place
>she grabs your wrist and violently pulls your arm with her and she continues down the corridor
"Where are we-"
>"SILENCE."
>she continues with her brisk place, dragging you along, her nails lightly digging into your wrist
>she comes to an abrupt halt in front of one of the the many janitorial closets
>she does a quick examination of her surroundings, and after seeing no on else in sight, produces a key from the inside of her sleeve
>she unlocks the door, opens it, and then violently whips you into the damp darkness of the room before following suit, and gently closing the door behind her
>the two of you stand in the near pitch black room, only a small bit of light from the hallway leaks underneath the door
"Okay this is getting old, what the fuck are we doing Trixie."
>she pulls a string and a dingy lightbulb lights up
>"Trixie supposes she will acknowledge that statement and allow you to speak."
>she leans in close, her face only a few inches from yours, her intense stare boring whatever shred of a soul you might have left
>"Just as Trixie said earlier. Trixie is going to teach you a lesson in self control."
>What is up with this lady
"Uh... yeah, sure, whatever, what does any of that have to do with being locked in this closet."
>"Trixie doesn't need any onlookers interrupting her fun..."
>that sadistic smirk shifts to a vicious smile
>she quickly hits you with a light jab below your ribs
"What the hell bitch, fuck o-"
>she quickly follows up with a strong kick to the lower part of the your left leg, knocking you off balance and causing you to fall the the floor
>you quickly try to recompose yourself, looking up at her proud stance staring down at you
>"Down at my feet is where you belong, Anonymous. Its a fitting look for you. Now..."
>her face becomes deadpan and serious
>"Time for your first lesson."
>she takes one step towards you, lifts her foot, and uses it to push your back to the ground
>What is she...? Also that view, does she just not care?
>Or is she...?
>"...Since you are so preoccupied with seeing what's under Trixie's skirt, Trixie will be gracious and help you get over this tendency toward distraction."
"Wait what? You can't be serious... are you into this or somethi-?"
>before you can finish your sentence she steps forward, placing her feet squarely above each of your shoulders
>her tight slit is in your direct view, and its.. glistening? 
>She really IS into this?
>Anon what have you gotten yourself into this time...
>before you can consider any further she quickly squats over your face, mashing her pussy onto your mouth
>"Your speaking privileges are again revoked, you will not be using your mouth unless it is being put to good use."
>rather than trying to compute the absurdity of this strange girl, you decide you should probably not look a gift horse in the mouth
>you are overwhelmed by the feminine pheromones of her sex
>she smells amazing, a slight tinge or blueberries something you can't quite put your finger on
>naturally the pheromones do their work and you find your pants tightening
>you begin lapping away at her clit, occasionally moving south and sliding your tongue into her as deep as you are able
>sadly her skirt is over your face, so you see nothing but blackness
>however you hear her breathing intensify, and the occasional stifled moan
>you continue licking away at her
>she begins humping your face, pushing her full weight into it
>aside from how absolutely rock solid this situation has you, your jaw begins to cramp slightly and the amount of breath you are allowed continues to dwindle
>well whatever... if this weird bitch is getting off on this, you might as well too...
>while she continues to slide herself on your face, you slowly reach your arm to undo your pants
>you release the serpent from its confines and begin slowly stroking it
>suddenly her gyrations stop
>she violently swats you hand away from your cock and then proceeds to stand up
>"Trixie doesn't recall giving you permission to pleasure yourself, degenerate."
>you slide up into a sitting position and look up to her eyes
"You've got to be kidding me. I'm the degenerate? At this point you seem about as far gone as I d-"
>she quickly grabs a handful of your hair and pushes your face back into her pussy
>"Trixie has no idea what you mean, I am simply teaching you self control and discipline."
>you shrug internally and continue eating her out
>she stifles another moan
>"Y-yes, Tri...- I-I am DEFINITELY not getting off to this, this is simply your lesson Anonymous."
>her grip on your hair tightens, she pushes her mound into your face
>"H-How are you to learn self control if Trixie just lets you go at it like a filthy animal?"
>you stare up into her eyes, she stares down into yours, a distinct primal desire in her gaze
>she chuckles to herself
>"You see Anonymous, if you are able to enact restraint in this situation..."
>she bites her lip
>"Especially with a girl as perfect and as beautiful as myself..."
>she stares deeply into your eyes
>"Then maybe... just maybe there is hope for your rehabilitation."
>You assume this boils down to some sort of weird exhibitionist/orgasm denial kink, but reading this girl is impossible
>Stop being a neurotic fuck, Anon, just enjoy this situation
>you have to assume she must be getting close based on the increased frequency of her moans and the shallowness of her breathing
>you raise your hand to her sex and insert two of you fingers, pushing on her upper wall as you continue to assault her clit with your tongue
>this elicits a moan she seems to be unable to quiet
>you notice her eyes widen and she does a quick double take, covering her mouth her her hand
>"wow... that was adorably hot" you think to yourself
>"T-trixie does not recall giving you permission t-, mmmmm..."
>she bites her lip again
>"Trixie supposes this is... acceptable. K-keep going..."
>you increase your pace taking in every cute change in her face as she tries to hold back her enjoyment
>a few more licks and...
>yep
>She digs her nails into your scalp and slightly loses her balance, catching herself on the wall with her other arm
>her legs shake, and you feel the contractions of her pussy
>You can't say you're not frustrated with the situation, but at the same time the experience itself seems pretty hot
>once she regains her composure she takes a step back and sits down on the floor across from you, panting to herself
>you notice she is staring at your cock with a ravenous intent
"Soooo... what now?"
>"Well Anonymous, I think today's lesson has concluded. You have surprised Trixie, she thought she would have to punish you further."
"I mean I see you looking.. we could do.. more?"
>"Get over yourself Anonymous. As if Trixie is interested in your..."
>she takes one last look at it and turns her eyes to the wall
>"...Anyhow, I.. TRIXIE can tell it will probably take more than one session to rehabilitate you."
"You are the weirdest bitch I have ever met. You know you don't have to do all this haughty facade shit, right?"
>"EXCUSE you, Anonymous. Apologize for speaking to your mistress in such a tone and manner."
>you begin laughing to yourself
"pfft... My mistress?"
>"That does not sound like a groveling apology to Trixie."
>you decide you'll humor her
"Yeah of course, oh GREAT AND POWERFUL Trixie, Anonymous is sorry."
>"That attitude will require more work, but Trixie will accept your halfhearted apology. Now give Trixie your phone."
"Excuse me? Look its fine, I didn't save anything earlier, I was mostly just messing with you... mostly."
>"Trixie does not care, you are a spineless coward with no friends. Besides, that is not the reason Trixie is requesting your phone."
"...Okay I guess?"
>you hand your phone to her
>she begins tapping away on your screen
>"There. Trixie will have to keep tabs on you."
"... You could have just asked for my number."
>she exhales from her nose sharply
>"Trixie does not trust that you would give her accurate information. Your mistress will make sure you are in compliance with her whims."
>this is clearly beyond your comprehension at this point
>"... Now then, Trixie no longer requires your services today."
>she stands up and looks back one last time at your exposed genitals
>"Trixie will be keeping tabs on you, you are not to relieve yourself at any point until Trixie has told you it is okay to do so."
"Sure... whatever you say "mistress"."
>"Trixie has her ways, she will know if you disobey her."
>you roll your eyes
>she grabs her backpack and proceeds to creak the door open, furtively inspecting the hallway for any passers by
>she opens the door and takes a step out
>"Make yourself presentable and go home. Trixie..."
>she look into your eyes
>"I will be in contact."
>she closes the door behind her and leaves you to compose yourself
>This is truly like some weird h-game shit you are experiencing with this girl
>That said, that was probably the most arousing series of events you've ever been involved in
>you are totally cranking one out tonight, as if she's going to magically know
>you smirk to yourself and stand up
>you look out the door and step outside, locking it on your way out
>despite what she says or thinks about you, you aren't a complete animal
>... well that and you're pretty careful about covering your tracks
>you begin making your way home
>during your walk home you mull around your thoughts trying to put together what you actually know about this Trixie girl
>You'd never really had any extended interaction with her before today, all you can recall is the occasional awkward meeting of the eyes during class
>well that and that you've probably emptied your balls to her more than any other girl in school
>...now that you think about it that might be why you thought it was "awkward" eye contact
>What else Anon, what else do you know about her?
>What kind of people do you see her with?
>You realize you've only ever seen her with those girls who play in her band, and those two simp kids that used to follow her around all the time
>Shit, maybe she was right
>Normally the idea wouldn't bother you so much but being on the same level as those two just doesn't sit right
>That said, considering it further you realize the normans of the school probably think she's kind of odd, especially with that weird third person speech bullshit she does all that time
>...and her weird obsession with stage theatrics and "magic"
>And now, you suppose, some sort of weird sadistic pseudo-exhibitionist dom thing
>"I mean seriously, what is she? An autist?" you vocalize internally
>Who is she to look down on you like that?
>You suppose she's kind of right about you on some level though
>... but why do you care anyway, this sort of thing never bothers you any other time
>What sort of foul witchcraft has this girl put upon you?
>you shake your head and realize you are in front of your humble abode
>you walk up to the door, and step inside
>it appears your parents haven't gotten home from work yet
>just as well
>you go to your room and abruptly fall back onto your bed, staring at the ceiling
>You open your eyes and look around
>7:00PM
>You must have dozed off
>You wipe away the residual grogginess and sit up
>Man, what a day
>Never in a million years did you think a series of events like that would happen to you, let alone with THAT girl
>But seriously, what has this woman done to you?
>You're constantly a slave to the horny and now that you have more direct fap material than you've ever had you spend your time wondering about some weird girl's intentions
>Now that you think of it you were almost too wrapped up in the spontaneity of the experience to commit the specific details to memory
>All you know is now that you've gotten a glimpse you want to know what the rest of her looks like
>You imagine what she must look like under those clothes
>What a tight body
>Every inch of its needs your tongue running across it
>... and the way she just took the lead and used you, what a freak
>and with that you notice a redirection of blood flow to the south
>You suppose Richard has the right idea
>"Okay bud, guess you earned it"
>You start pleasuring yourself, trying to vividly savor every piece of imagery your mind has retained
>Even better, the way she was talking it sounded like something like that might happen again
>...being a weird egoic girl's sex toy
>Okay that sounds pretty hot
>...and yet something feels empty about it
>But, let's be honest who cares about that kind of depth
>What else does she have in store for you? 
>All you can picture is covering her naked body with your essence
>That's right, so close...
>... almost there
>your phone buzzes loudly knocking you out of your trance, you look over
>... it couldn't be
>well whoever it is they can wait
>back to picturing...
>the buzzing resumes and continues, a call
>your shoot a glare at the phone until it gives up and ceases its noise
>there, now you can...
>it begins buzzing again
>you growl to yourself and scramble over to your phone, seeing who has the audacity to be calling you right now
>It's Trixie
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
>you angrily answer the phone
"WHAT!?"
>"My my my, that no way to address your mistress."
"Skip to the point, I'm busy."
>"Oh really now? What is it that a no-life loser like yourself could be busy with at this hour?"
>this bitch, there's no way she could know
"I don't really think that's any of your business."
>"Sure it is, I own you now."
"Excuse me? You own me? How do you figure that?"
>"I can still ruin your life at any given moment, with just a simple call..."
"Oh is that so, because I don't think you'll do shit."
>"Hmm, maybe I won't, but I get the feeling it doesn't matter whether I would or not. You'll listen to me because you can't resist your own desire-driven curiosity."
>she might have you on that one
>you relax your posture and sigh
"Look Trixie, what do you want?
>"I want..."
>she pauses and clears her throat
>"TRIXIE wants to know what you were doing."
>you almost hadn't noticed her speaking in first person, weird, must have forgotten to put her persona on since she isn't in public
"I was just... working on some homework."
>"You must be quite studious if you were so frustrated by a simple call."
"...Yeah, I take my studies very seriously"
>she's not gonna buy that
>"Oh how nice, it is relieving for Trixie to know that you care about something other than PLAYING WITH YOURSELF."
"Real nice, that wasn't sarcastic at all!"
"Well since you won't take my word for it, what is it that you're so convinced I was up to."
>"Trixie thinks you were pathetically tugging at yourself to the idea of being my property."
"N-no, I wasn-"
>"Yes, Trixie thinks you were raping her SOFT, SHAPELY body with your imagination."
>you are flustered by the sultry, exaggerated expression of those adjectives
"Well mayb-"
>"You disgust Trixie, but... I do not lack empathy... After all how could you resist a body as perfect as my own?"
>how did she... just dumb luck?
>"Trixie will take your lack of rebuttal as submission to my assertions about you."
"Fine, you got me."
>"That's all, nothing more to say?"
"You know what I was up to now, are we done here?"
>"It is good Trixie decided to contact you when she did, disobedience would have been so... disappointing..."
"As if you weren't expecting to be disappointe-"
>"For you."
>your eyebrows raise
"What are you talking about?"
>"Wellll Anonymous... you may find obedience to me to be more... rewarding."
>that tone, so sultry and smooth
"Go on..."
>"Trixie would rather let your imagination squirm."
>"Now listen, stop what you were doing and do not resume. I have already told you this, but this once I will be lenient."
>she clears her throat again
>"... Anyway, meet Trixie in front of the school statue tomorrow. 7AM, do NOT be late."
"Sure, I gues-"
>she hangs up
>That was... something
>Well back to the task at hand
>Wait are you really going to do that?
>Wait are you seriously pausing to think about this?
>What is this feeling, guilt? Curiosity? Both?
>Can't be guilt, you wouldn't know what that is
>Curiosity then?
>What a frustrating situation
>You've had more than enough of trying to work out what her deal is
>you sigh to yourself
>Your intuition says that you should see where this goes and listen to her request
>...and maybe the whole thing is kind of turning you on
>You decide you will humor whatever deity has allowed this set of circumstances to play out
>you will forsake la petite mort for the evening, who knows what sort of excitement might occur tomorrow
>Instead your decide to fill the void of time with the occasional video game and mindless scrolling
>Yes, this is how humans were meant to be.
>When the banal activity finally wears you out you decide to crawl into your bed
>before falling asleep you look at your phone one last time
>Trixie's message from earlier still unopened
>you open it, only one word
>"DON'T"
>How does she...?
>It doesn't matter, you set the screen down and pass out
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmjUK-LDJok [Embed]
>your alarm clock blares in your ear
>6:30AM
>you sigh and rub your eyes
>Normally you would put that shit on snooze and get another 15 minutes, but for some reason you feel awake and aware
>That and you suppose you better show up at that dumbass statue on time otherwise you'll have to deal with some form of Trixie's wrath
>... maybe you should show up late
>You might if another tardy wouldn't land you staying after school
>instead you get up, brush your teeth, and throw some clothes on
>you walk out of your room
>no one's in the house, parents must already be back at work
>not that surprising
>you step out that door and throw your headphones on
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jixcN3H466Q [Embed]
>That's how you walk to school in style
>you walk down the sidewalk and turn the corner, and sure enough the school is where it normally is
>you look at your phone
>6:59AM
>You see Trixie standing at the statue angrily typing at her phone
>You can only guess that's directed at you
>You shuffle your way over to her
"Yo."
>her grimaced face look up and her eyes meet yours
>her expression loosens
>"Trixie thought for sure you would be late, perhaps my tutelage is more effective than I assumed."
>you think back on the events of literally only yesterday
>you grin at her
"I guess so."
>"Get that cocky grin off your face. Take this."
>she outstretches her arm with her backpack in hand
>you sigh
"Sure, why not."
>You take the bag from her
>she opens her mouth to say something but stops herself and turns around and begins walking towards the entrance
>you follow
>you notice various onlookers observing the situation
>you don't like the attention, being ignored is far more enjoyable
>What is this? Embarrassment?
>this is unnecessary anxiety
"Hey Trixie why don't you-"
>She shoots a glare as if knowing you were going to ask her to carry her own shit
>"Why don't I what Anonymous?"
>you look away and clear your throat
"...Why don't you tell me how you got your hands on that key?"
>an expression that is a mix of embarrassment mixed with anger is complete by a zipping motion across her lips
>you roll your eyes and continue following her
>she slows down and matches your pace walking next to you, she speaks in a whispered tone she says:
>"If you must know I got it from Cranky."
>you match her hushed volume
"What the janitor? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but does that dude even work here anymore?"
>"Well no, he retired, but he still comes in, I suppose out of boredom."
"That does not sound legal at all-"
"Wait, so are you saying he does it for free?"
>she looks at you with a confused look
>"... I guess?"
>for some reason that is funny to you
"What did you honestly want with a key to the janitor's closet anywa-"
>she puts her hand to your lips
>she looks to your eyes and then moves her gaze to the snack machine adjacent
"... What?"
>she points at something
"Come on now Trixie, use your words."
>"Trixie desires the peanut butter crackers."
"What you just expect me to buy them for you?"
>"Well obviously Anonymous."
"Nah nah nah, I ain't a paypig, I have standards."
>"... a what?"
"...nevermind, but buy your own shit"
>"Trixie does not have the proper funds on her person." 
>she lowers her volume
>"...besides you seem to be forgetting I own you."
"Yeah, I'm not so sure about that but-"
>"You are sure about it, its the only reason you have continued to follow me around like a sad little puppy."
"That's not-"
>You are not a sad little puppy
>but she is right, you are doing this of your own will at this point
"Shut up- whatever- I'll buy you your stupid crackers."
>"My my, a little defensive, don't you think? Is anonymous getting embarrassed? You know if you weren't such a thoroughly disgusting soul I might say its kind of a cute look on you."
>you shake your head and put your money in the machine, grabbing the crackers for her
>you hand them to her
>"Open them for Trixie."
"You can't be serious."
>her sadistic grin from yesterday returns
>"Do it."
>you sigh and open them for her
>she takes them from your hand and begins snacking on them
>she continues her stride down the hallway, you follow
>more onlookers, hushed snickers and sneers
>this is humiliating
>you picture that sadistic smile of hers
>she gets off on all of this
>she's probably wet right now
>what a freak
>the more you think about it, perhaps you and her aren't so different
>Despite this pervasive feeling of humiliation you take a strange sense of pride in knowing she gets a rise out of this
>... even if she likely regards you as nothing more than an insect, an object, a toy
>an exciting new low you suppose
>she makes an abrupt stop and turns around
>"Give Trixie her things, this is my class."
>you hand her the backpack
>you were so engrossed in your inner monologue you had almost completely forgotten you were at school
>This is just great, your class is on the other side of the building, looks like you're going to end up being tardy anyway
>"Trixie will see you in eighth period. Hopefully we will not see a repeat of yesterday."
>you look at her with an empty stare
"Yeah, sure."
>she has a strange expression on her face, as if she's trying to get a read on you
>you turn around and make you way to your class
>"Wait... Anon."
>you look over your shoulder
>"... nevermind"
>you look forward and proceed to your class
>yep you're definitely going to be late
>as you take your leisurely doom stroll you run into principal Celestia
>"Good morning Anonymous."
"Hey."
>"Don't you have a class you should be in?"
"Yeah, sorry I lost track of time."
>"I saw that you were helping Trixie with her things. I wouldn't let her take advantage of you, but it is good to see you socializing with your fellow students for a change."
"I don't know if I'd call it socializing exactly but..."
>"Regardless, its good for you to come out of your shell sometimes. Now get to your class. I'll excuse you from whatever detention you are given. Just don't make a habit of being late anymore. Understood."
"Wait really? Thanks Celestia, I'll do my best."
>a little ass kissing never hurt
>and that ass is certainly one worth kissing if you do say so yourself
>and with that you proceed to your class and go on with your banal day
>The day passes by in a vague fog
>The only event of note being Ms. Cheerilee's gentle reprimand for your tardiness, which of course she later retracted
>but at long last here you are in your final class of the day
>You saunter your way over to your desk of choice, second seat from the back, in the corner
>You've found this attracts slightly less attention in the form of Mr. Discord's curveball questions
>Your "friendly" aura also seems to keep most people away from you
>as is preferable
>Except for Trixie of course, she always sits in the desk back and to the left of yourself
>The first day of class you recall her saying something about you being a weirdo and how you should stay in your corner
>...something about that being her spot and you were lucky to be in her presence
>Sounded like pretty standard fare given the other interactions you'd observed between her and other classmates
>You didn't really mind, a cutie to sneak glances at wasn't anything to complain about
>However, given the events of the past couple days, that whole exchange could certainly take on a new context
>Is this some weird long game thing she's been playing at?
>...that couldn't be the case 
>That would imply she's just silently observed for the last two months, doesn't seem like her style at all
>No, indeed, you are just a victim of circumstance; wrong time, wrong place
>...or maybe right time, right place? You still aren't sure.
>Since you got here early you decide to lay your head down for a minute or two
>your mind starts wandering to yesterday
>Wait, you were really publicly jerking it in here yesterday
>It suddenly hits you, were you crazy?
>That was bold, even for you, its as if you were in a haze that you were barely conscious for
>For some reason today everything feels more present and lucid
>A mild sense of shame sets in
>You accepted the things she said yesterday, but you realize you were just saying words, they were empty
>There was no meaningful self-reflection
>You begin to wonder how much of you is like that
>Before you can consider any more deeply, you hear the sporadic shuffling of footsteps walking towards you
>You lift your head to see none other than the great and powerful herself
>She glances at you, meeting eyes for a second before pulling the seat back and sitting down
>...in the desk next to you
>She ruffles around in her bag and sets a notebook on the desk
>She stares forward, seemingly completely ignoring you
>You thought for sure she would be talking your ear off
>Your eyes glance between her and the blackboard at the front of the room
>...are you supposed to say something?
"...soooooo"
>She turns her head to you
>"Soooo what?"
>You clear your throat
"... Nothing I guess."
>You turn your gaze back to the front of the room
>a few minutes pass 
>Mr. Discord walks into the class, giving one of his jovial introductions and precedes to go over relevant material to focus on for the upcoming test
>Your mind wanders
>What is she doing? 
>Why do you find yourself so unnerved and disappointed she didn't start bellowing commands and insults at you?
>You lean your head on your hand and angle your head in her direction, staring at her profile
>She catches you in her peripheral, then shoots you one of those quick sadistic grins
>A jolt of excitement runs through you
>What kind of pavlovian bullshit is that? 
>She reaches into her bag looking for something
>You stare intently, wondering what that grin could be a prelude to
>She pulls an object you are unable to identify from the bag, then puts it up to her face
>She then repositions her body so that it is facing your direction, you see that object is in fact a lollipop
>Another quick grin in your direction with the stick jutting from between her teeth
>She turns her gaze away from you to the blackboard
>Your mischievous eyes take a quick glance at her neatly crossed legs, quickly taking in a sample of the silky smooth thickness of her thighs lying on top of each other
>those a really nice...
>...You catch yourself and abruptly move your eyes back to the front of the room
>You begin hearing the subtle sounds of her moving the sucker around in her mouth
>You peer through the side of your eye to see her doing the same toward you
>A devious smile forms on her profile
>She slowly pulls the sucker out from her mouth, her lips puckering before the treat slides out with a quiet pop
>You can't help but turn your full attention to her
>She angles her face toward you and you see her silently chuckle to herself
>Her eyes quickly dart back and forth before she extends her tongue and runs the sucker up and down the length of in an agonizingly slow fashion
>She stares straight into your eyes with hungry gaze, peering into your very soul
>She continues this motion for a few more seconds before engulfing it in her mouth again
>Yep okay, welcome to bonertown, population Anonymous
>You quickly dart your eyes back to the front of the room
>God damn this bitch knows how to tease a man
>Every now and again you take a quick peek at her progress with the sucker, her peripheral gaze seemingly always present
>You decide to go for another fully invested look
>As if on cue, she turns her head to you, pulling the sucker out with a pop again, a strand of saliva connecting to her luscious lips
>She slowly brings it to her lips, giving it a gentle kiss...
>...before violently shoving it back into her mouth, immediately followed by a crunch just loud enough for you to hear
>You impulsively flinch
>She lets out a light, but audible snicker
>Apparently this was accidental, and she quickly covers her mouth with her hand and quickly looks around with an obviously embarrassed face
>Holy shit, you just went from boner to heartboner in under two seconds, eliciting a light chuckle from yourself
>That was fucking adorable
>"Something funny Anonymous?"
>You attention is pulled in a whiplash inducing fashion up to Discord's stare upon you, followed by a few students' glares
>Which is complete bullshit by the way, Trixie is right there too
"N-"
>your voice squeaks and you awkwardly clear your throat
>you notice the pack of hyenas all on the verge of laughing at your autistic ass
"n-No Mr Discord."
>"Oh, how unfortunate, I was looking for a good laugh. Well then, if you don't have a joke for the class perhaps you could answer the question I just posed?
>You desperately look around on the blackboard for something to go off of
>its just a bunch of random loop de loop arrows
"...Uh... centripetal force?"
>He grins fully knowing you were not paying a lick of attention
>"That is very correct Anonymous, now from here we..."
>He turns back to the blackboard and continues drawing loop de loops
>The hyenas follow suit
>You quietly release a relieved sigh
>...Well that was lucky you suppose
>After everyone is settled back in you shoot an angry glare at Trixie
>She flashes you a toothy, sardonic smile
>You shake your head and look away
>for the next ten minutes or so you try to ignore her and pay attention to the class
>every now and again you hear the light tapping of her pencil, you assume her trying to get your attention
>but your resolve is steel
>... you definitely don't want to take a peek at whatever weird teasing she has cooked up for you
>the intermittent tapping of the pencil continues
>with each new tap your iris is pulled slightly more to the corner of your eye
>you lightly grit your teeth
>the taps become slowly become louder
>then suddenly they stop
>Maybe she gave up?
>Shortly after that thought leaves your mind you feel an unknown object pelt your cheek and fall onto your desk
>you look down to see an eraser
>you quickly turn your head toward her and beam an angry, wide-eyed expression as if to say "WHAT!?"
>she has an annoyed grimace on her face, she widens her eyes at you as if to say "FINALLY."
>she takes a quick look around then points downward
>your eyes slowly trail down her body
>she lays her hands on her skirt and pinches the edge
>you look from her soft thighs to her devious eyes and back again
>she begins slowly hiking up her skirt, exposing more and more of her thighs
>you begin squirming in place, your pants tightening again
>she uncrosses her legs and spreads them slightly
>your eyes go wide and you look to her face, which is slowly turning a rosy pink
>she pulls up her skirt for a split second, giving you an eyeful of her tight little slit
>your eyes dart away looking for anything else to look at
>but its already too late, the tent is thoroughly pitched
>you squirm around in your seat, trying to reposition yourself
>you see Trixie looking on your uncomfortable situation with delight
>fuck she's got you horny
>maybe this wouldn't be so bad if she hadn't blueballed you so hard yesterday
>you stop resisting your instincts and continue turn to stare at her
>she seems to have a somewhat satisfied look upon her face
>she knows very well you are under her spell now
>she sneaks her right hand underneath the elastic band of her skirt
>No way, she isn't...
>she spreads her legs slightly again, so you are given a direct look at her sex
>it's absolutely glistening
>her hand appears over her vagina, and she begins gliding it up and down her labia, stopping at her clit
>the absolute audacity of this bitch,getting on you for jerking off in class yesterday, and here she is now jilling off right in front of you
>... not that you can complain
>she continues to slowly increase her pace, her eyes carefully observing her surroundings for any sign of detection
>she slides her two middle fingers into herself and begins lightly moving them in and out, staring at you intensely
>this fucking tease of a woman
>she continues fingering herself and staring at you
>you find your hand slowly inching for your pocket
>you are absolutely throbbing, you can hardly resist yourself
>as she sees you sneaking your hand into your pocket she abruptly stops and then shakes her head
>she abruptly pulls her fingers out and recomposes herself
>she faces her body forward and acts as if nothing had even happened
>Seriously? What is wrong with this girl
>you are absolutely on edge, if it were just you and her you aren't sure if you'd be able to help yourself...
>she is clearly completely ignoring your now
>you are about at your wits end with this weirdo girl
>you spend the remainder of the class trying to pay attention and push any lewd thoughts from your mind
>but the scene that just transpired before you is playing on repeat in your head
>a few minutes more pass and you hear the final bell ring
>Discord wraps up what he was talking about and excuses everyone
>the class begins to file out into the hall and go on with their day
>after about half of the class has left Discord leaves as well
>given the massive rager you are chilling with right now, you need a minute to calm down before you try walking anywhere
>you scribble aimlessly in your notebook trying to give off an appearance of revising your notes, not that anyone is paying attention
>eventually everyone has left the classroom
>well, everybody but HER of course
>"What's wrong Anonymous? Don't you want to be getting home?"
>you stare at her in silent bewilderment
>"I mean of course, its not like that matters. Trixie has plans for her little slave boy. Now come on, get up, we have places to be."
"Uh yeah, I'm gonna need a minute. I mean seriously what's wrong with you? Talk about the pot calling the kettle black."
>she gets up from her seat and steps in front of your desk, leaning over on it, her face inches from yours
>and her cleavage relatively exposed
>she chuckles to herself
>"Oh Anonymous, its all a part of your rehabilitation, don't you see?"
"I don't know how much longer you can play that card, Trix. Its pretty clear you're digging all this a little too much. You plan on cutting out some of the bullshit any time soon here?"
>she begins blushing slightly, but then straightens her face into an annoyed expression
>"Trixie isn't really liking your attitude, I grace you with a show, and this is how you return the favor?"
>"Or perhaps Anonymous isn't really enjoying this and Trixie should just stop with her lessons and go on her way?
>you sigh
>you definitely want to see where this goes at this point
"No... its not that, it's just-"
>she shoves the fingers she was using mere minutes ago to pleasure herself into your mouth
>"Your speaking privileges are revoked."
>She stares into your eyes with an intense sultry stare
>the flavor of her sex still lingers, you subconsciously begin rubbing your tongue across her fingers
>she smiles gently at you and moves her face closer
>"That's a good boy."
>she slowly slides her fingers from your mouth
>"Now quit stalling, and come with me."
>you get up from your chair, but your bulge is still egregiously noticeable
"Look Trixie, just give me a few minutes to reign thi-"
>"Trixie did not say you could speak. If you weren't such an out of control degenerate this wouldn't be a problem."
"I don't think that's exactly fai-"
>"NO SPEAKING."
>you shake your head
>She hands you her bag
>"You can carry that and cover your indecency up, how about that?"
>your mouth moves to form words, but stop yourself and simply nod
>she begins walking out of the room
>Have you completely resigned your fate at this point?
>Why you?
>No seriously, why you? What is her deal? 
>Clearly she has some interest in you, but is this just some sort of strange kink she's playing out or does it go deeper than that?
>There has to be some way to get past her weird act, you've seen glimpses of it
>you put a pin in that thinking
>you step forward and begin following her to where-ever it is she plans drag you
>she begins leading you down those twisting hallways yet again
>but you have an idea of where she is taking you
"Yeah okay, can I spea-"
>she turns her head and shoots a stern glare
>wait are you seriously asking permission to speak right now?
"Actually I'm kind of done with this whole power dynamic for a minute here. This is... fun? I guess, but-"
>"HOW DARE YOU-"
>you speak over her
"-No, I'm being serious, if you want to drag me to that dingy-ass janitor's closet for whatever debauchery you have in mind that's fine, but I think I have a better suggestion."
>Her expression moves from stern, to enraged, to confused, and finally to an unfamiliar demure state
>"I'm not... Trixie is not taking you to..."
>she blushes deeply
>"ITS NOT DEBAUCHERY... You can speak I... 
>she looks away and exhales in an annoyed manner
>"...Trixie supposes."
"OH, thanks for the permission. ...ANYWAY, my parents are complete wageslaves so I doubt they're around right now. It's not that far from here, we could just go to my house."
>she seems dumbfounded
>"Look. Trixie doesn't know what perverted imagery your mind has created, as there is nothing as such..."
>she trails off, flustered
>she clears her throat
>I-i guess... Trixie guesses that we could go to your place. You may be able to better serve me in such a setting anyhow."
>Wow, she's kind of a pushover deep down, isn't she?
>However, in retrospect, it was probably a bit forward to just invite her over to your house
>but then again, nothing about your interactions has really made any social sense
"You know, I mean I was just kind of spitballing here we don't have to-"
>"No, it is fine. Since you wish for Trixie to grace your place of living... we can do that..."
>she trails off
>"Yes, yes indeed, you will take Trixie to your dwelling, and you will... serve her a dinner fit for her status as your mi-"
>she darts her eyes around and quiets her volume
>"...mistress"
>Was it really this easy to throw her off her game this whole time?
>you awkwardly stare at her for a bit
>she stares back at you for a few seconds and then turns her gaze to the wall
>she grabs your shoulders and turns you around
>"w-Well then, do you expect Trixie to magically know where we are going? Start walking."
>you open your mouth to say something, but shrug internally and begin leading her out of the school
>You take note of how nice it is when the halls are empty, you've really had your fill of being concerned with other's perceptions for the day
>Why does having this odd girl around cause you to suddenly care anyway?
>you crane your neck backwards and peer at her casually keeping pace behind you
>her eyes meet yours
>she has an expression you find hard to read, other than giving your a warm feeling of "god damn that's cute"
>"Quit staring at me."
>you abide her request and find yourself at the school doors
>you pull them open and then stand in place, gesturing for Trixie to step out first, accompanied by a mischievous shit eating grin
>"Get that gross look off your face."
"Aren't you satisfied my dearest MISTRESS, I couldn't have you doing something as lowly as opening doors for yourself."
>her eyes goes wide at your loud usage of the word mistress
>you know nobody is around, but you kind of gathered she would react that way
"What's wrong Trix, you were so confident before, does that word make you uncomfortable, MISTRESS?"
>she looks legitimately angered
>"Anonymous, STOP IT. Now. That word will be used when I decide we use it."
"Oh, come on, don't be such a stick in the mud, I'm just messing with you. I don't want to draw attention to myself anyhow, you're just too fun to mess with."
>she exhales through her nose, but then loosens her posture
>"Just quit talking and focus on taking Trixie to your abode."
"You are really funny, you know you can just talk like a normal person right?"
>"Trixie wouldn't expect a crass, uncultured plebeian such as yourself to understand."
"I suppose not, but in all honesty, why don't you tell me what your actual angle is here. I'm getting kind of tired of having zero idea what you're about."
>she sighs
>"Because you're..."
"...I'm what?"
>"...Just keep walking."
>You get to the edge of the schools grounds and take a left down the sidewalk
>she continues to follow you in silence
>"...Because you are so depressing."
"Hmm?"
>"Just watching you everyday, doing nothing, speaking with no one, folding into yourself. It's pathetic. It's depressing."
>that was awfully heartfelt, and brutally honest
>it actually makes you feel the weight of your layabout approach to the world for a second
"...Oh."
>you continue walking in silence
>"...But you know Anonymous, what was interesting to me is that I found it a bit enviable as well."
"Wait... what?"
>"Well you see Trixie... I..."
>she shakes her head and seems to become somber
>"...Nevermind, Trixie doesn't need to explain herself to you."
"... Really? You're just going to start dropping truth bombs like that and then leave me on edge?"
>she smirks and gazes at you with half-lidded eyes
>"I don't know Anonymous, "leaving you on edge"? What do you think?"
>you reflexively gulp and turn your eyes to the ground
>she lightly chuckles
>How does she manage to go from serious to something hot like that on a dime?
"...Touche."
>you clear your throat
"Well ANYWAY, my most humble abode is just across the street over there, "Mistress" Trixie."
>"Hmph. Good, Trixie was starting to get pretty tired of all this walking."
"I mean we've only walked like two blocks."
>"... Actually... Anonymous?"
"What?"
>the sadistic grin
>"Carry Trixie."
"...You're joking, right? We're like RIGHT here."
>"I don't want to hear your backsass, carry me."
>you let out a defeated sigh, knowing there isn't really much reasoning with her
"...Fine."
>you awkwardly affix her backpack to the front of your chest, then crouch slightly and put your arms out backwards
"Hop on."
>she takes the phrasing literally
>...VERY literally, and jumps into your back with the full force of her weight; throwing you off balance 
>your face smacks into the concrete
>okay, yeah, that's genuine anger
"TRIXIE, WHAT THE FUCK?"
>she laughs at your misfortune
>you attempt to push yourself back up but find she is sitting squarely on the middle of your spine
>you quietly growl to yourself
"Will you get the fuck off of me for a second?"
>"What's wrong Anonymous? Too weak to lift up a scrawny highschool girl?"
>she's literally applying her entire weight to your center of gravity
>however her quip scratches at what little sense of pride you have
>you place your hands on the ground and begin pushing yourself up
>she leans forward and wraps her arms around your neck, her lips inches away from your ear
>"Ahh see, that wasn't so hard now was it? Trixie knew you had it in you..."
>her whisper lightly tickles your earlobe
>as much as you are legitimately irate with her, it calms you down a bit
>Great, are you one of those autists who gets off to ASMR now?
>you wrap your hands underneath her thighs and push yourself up into a standing position
>"Good, now commence with the carrying."
>you sigh again
>you begin trudging the short distance across the street toward the house
>you are still coping with the residual pain from the fall, but you have to admit having two handfuls of Trixie thigh is probably a fair trade
>you walk up to the door and stand there for a second
"So... you gonna get down so I can get us inside?"
>"No."
"Can you be reasonable please?"
>"No."
>she chuckles lightly in your ear
>you attempt to move your hand from her thigh to your pocket to grab the key
>in response she wraps her legs tightly around your waist and arms around your neck
>there is a mild struggle to breathe, you wheeze slightly
>"Put your hand back this instant."
>you oblige
>she loosens her grip
"We're just gonna awkwardly stand here then?"
>"Hmm... Maybe. If that is what Trixie desires."
>this bitch is going to extract every last sigh your body is capable of producing
>"Quit it with that mopey attitude Anonymous. Its unbecoming."
>"... Trixie supposes she will give you a hand~..."
>she slides her left hand underneath your arm, tracing her fingers slowly down your shirt as she approaches your pocket
>she reaches into your pocket and begins rustling around
>... a bit too much
>she completely avoids the keys and stretches the inside of your pocket over your johnson
>she grazes her fingers over it a few times
>you begin chubbing up slightly
>you turn your head
"Ehem... those... aren't my keys..."
>Wait, why are you trying to stop her?
>she continues
>"Oh? Is that so... Trixie had no ide-"
>she cranes her neck to look at you with a smug grin
>your eyes meet, faces mere centimeters apart
>a bright blush quickly appears on her face, before she nearly gives herself whiplash looking away from you
>she ceases and grabs the keys in a short order
>there is a moment of silence
>"...Well anyway..."
>she extends the key and pushes it in the lock, twisting it
>the door pushes open
>"... Don't say I never do anything for you."
>you step through the entrance and amble over to the living room
>you walk over to the couch and crouch down
"Alrighty then, I think this is your stop Trix."
>she wraps herself around you again and throws her weight into the cushion, pulling you into place with her
>"I thought I told you aren't to refer to me by such a childish pet name. Where is your respect Anonymous?"
>you feel the warmth of her body soak into your back
>it's quite soothing
"Hmpf, how foolish of me, oh dearest mistr-"
>"-HOWEVER, since we aren't in the presence of the rabble, Trixie supposes she will allow it~."
>you feel a vague sense of satisfaction from her admission
>the two of you sit in that position for a minute or so in a silence that surprisingly doesn't feel awkward
>it feels... nice
>you decide to break the silence
"... soooo, what was that about me being enviable earlier..."
>she quietly growls to herself and pushes you away
>"You're an idiot."
>... this girl
>you release a muted laugh
"Why even say it in the first place if that's how you're going to react?"
>"No seriously, you're an idiot, learn how to read the room, you gross autist. Go make yourself useful."
>you shoot her a bewildered look
>her face is contorted into a grimace accompanied by a slight rosiness in her cheeks
>"IF Trixie recalls correctly, you were to make her a proper meal. Chop chop."
>you open your mouth to retort, but stop just short of vocalizing anything
>its not as if you really even know how to respond to her sudden change in mood anyhow
>"Quit staring like a brainless caveman and get to it."
>she waves you away
>you remove her bag from yourself and set it next to her
>you then proceed to the kitchen
>Hey... wait a minute are you just going to take that?
>...you suppose you are
>How is it that she is so disarming?
>What is causing this reaction in you?
>the word that comes to mind is "fear"
>but you know it isn't fear of her
>no, you realize, something far worse than a something, its a nothing
>a lack
>you shake your head, enough pointless introspection
>you begin perusing the kitchen for anything that you can serve to that entitled bi-
>you smile to yourself
>-really cute girl
>As you dig around through the cupboards you find very little in the way of anything that could resemble a "meal"
>clearly grocery shopping hasn't taken place in a while
>the only real choices are varying degrees of trashy snack foods
>you pause for a second envisioning the girl in the other room berating you for serving her "slop for uncultured swine"
>then again that would probably happen regardless of what you provided
>you shake your head
>Welp, fuck it
>you grab two squares of ramen and a pot
>you fill that bitch up with water and let it get to a boil
>toss those motherfuckin' noods in there with that seasoning packet and that's that
>you split the noodles into two bowls and set them at the table
>you chuckle to yourself, finding humor in the fatalism of the situation
>Hmm, what else could you throw into this trough you got going here?
>you recall your exchange with her at the vending machine
>you swipe a jar of peanut butter and some saltines and set them at the table
>you clear your throat and yell into the next room
"Well... uh... Trixie? I... uh. Made food?"
>you hear her get up and begin trudging into kitchen
>when she steps inside she takes one brief look at the spread you've laid out for her, one look at you, then sighs deeply and proceeds to sit down
>oh
>That was... not that bad?
>or is that worse?
>you take your seat opposite her and sit there in relative silence for a minute or so
"... Yeah, well... I know this is probably pretty disappointing. Eh.. sorry about that."
>"To be quite frank, Trixie had zero expectations of anything outstanding. This is actually rather fitting given your loser personality."
"...oh"
>"That and I can tell its actually making you more uncomfortable that I'm not grilling you over this incredibly depressing excuse for a "meal"."
>she looks up at you, a small smirk appears on her face
>"The crackers are kind of a cringey addition, but it's almost mildly something like endearing."
>you grin back at her
>"Almost. Don't start feeling too satisfied with yourself."
>she goes back to slurping at her noodles
>you do the same
>the rest of the meal is "enjoyed" in silence
>after the little exchange in the living room you have no idea how to get conversation rolling with her again
>That said, she doesn't seem particularly angry anymore?
>"So then, Anonymous, how do you plan to entertain Trixie this evening?"
>You look up to see her head cocked and cradled in her hand
>she flutters her eyes at you
>you freeze up
"Well I don't really..."
>she looks at you expectantly
"...I guess we could... chill in my room or something?"
>"Hmm, your room? My my Anonymous, isn't that awfully presumptuous of you?"
>you break into a cold sweat
>Why are you doing that?
>She's just trying to unnerve you.
>You've literally had her box in your face and here you are feeling uncomfortable about the idea of something like that happening
>then again, she is still mostly an enigma to you
>a chaotic one you have no idea how to read
>"You do know we're having a conversation here, right? Trixie says something and then you respond. It's really quite simple."
"...Well it's just, I don't really have-"
>"You don't really have what? Lacking the confidence to court a woman as enrapturing as Trixie?"
"No, its not tha-"
"-Wait did you use the word "court"?"
>her eyes go wide, her smug composure broken
>"W-what, no i-I didn-. As if Trixie would say-."
>she exhales through her nose and turns her gaze to the wall
>"Whatever. Let's just go see this stupid loser lounge you clearly rarely leave."
>Ahh, there it is. 
>suddenly your apprehension goes away
"You know, it's really cute when you feel the need to backtrack like that."
>"Anon. Shut up."
"Oh, "Anon", how informal, I must really be growing on you."
>"Anonymous, seriously, stop."
>you meet her with the cheesiest smile you can muster
"You know what else...?"
>"If you KNEW anything, then you'd know to stop talking. RIGHT. NOW."
>you chuckle and oblige
"Okay, fine, have it your way Trix."
>she grumbles to herself
>"...Well then quit dallying around."
>she waves you off dismissively, gesturing for you to lead the way
>you guide her to your room and outstretch your arm welcoming her in
"Well this is the spot. Try not to be too impressed."
>she takes in her surroundings for a second
>"I have to say, I'm kind of surprised."
"Why's that?"
>"Well given your gross base state of existence, Trixie expected you to live in complete squalor."
>you respond with a half-hearted laugh, and walk over to your television
>you turn it on trying to figure out something to keep the two of you occupied
>you look back to see she is still standing in the doorway
"You can... make yourself at home? I guess?"
>you consider that was probably a poor choice of words given her nature, but then again, what's the worst she could do?
>"Hmph, as if Trixie needed your permission."
>she walks over to your bed and sits down
>as she is sitting down you get a quick flash up her skirt
>god damn
>you had kind of forgotten she's not wearing any panties
>she notices your gaze and quickly crosses her legs
>to your surprise she doesn't feel the need to disparage you
>instead she continues to inspect your room, avoiding any eye contact with you
>this goes on for a while
>the silence is driving you insane, why won't she say anything?
"So... What is it that Trixie likes to do for fun?"
>"Certainly not this."
"Yeah, I assumed as much, that's why I'm asking."
>"What do you think?"
"Hmm, well I suppose you seem to really get off on antagonizing me..."
>she rolls her eyes
"And I suppose other than that in the past when I've seen you around you've never really been able to shut up about your stupid magic tricks."
>she shoots you an angry glare, but her expression loosens and she looks down to her side in a despondent manner
>even your autistic ass can pick up that you mis-spoke on that one
"Hey look... I didn't mean anything by that. I've never even seen what you can do! Besides, who cares what a loser like myself thinks, right?"
>you walk over to your desk and grab a deck of playing cards
"Maybe you could give me a demonstration."
>she looks up at the cards and sighs
>"You don't have to patronize me Anon."
"Wo wo wo, where does that come from?"
>"You probably think its some weird lame obsession just like the rest of them. I'd rather you just be honest instead of pretending."
>huh, that is strangely open for her, there is a hurt in her voice that is palpable
"Well that's not very much in the great and powerful spirit. Come on, chin up."
>"You really want to see?"
"Yeah, for sure, I'm sure you're probably pretty talented given its kind of your passion in life, show me, leave me in awe, oh great and powerful Trixie."
>she looks up at you a gives a half-hearted smile that slowly grows into a full blown one
>you smile back at her
>"Yes, yes, of course, what was the GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie thinking? Of course a simple mind like yours would be dazzled by my feats of magical prowess.
>she snatches the deck from your hand and begins shuffling the cards
>after a few admittedly masterful shuffles of the deck she spreads the cards in her hands
>"Alright Anonymous, pick a card, any card! And be amazed by the GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie's mastery over your feeble mind!"
"I am not sure that's the best way to lull someone into wanting to see your trick."
>her face goes deadpan
>"Just pick a card already."
>you pull a random card from the spread
>"-Besides, I do have mastery over your feeble mind, so this is a custom tailored act just for you."
"Wow, that's almost kind of close to thoughtful."
>she ignores you
>"NOW, take a look at the card you have drawn, commit it to memory, and do not let Trixie see it."
>the card is a jack of diamonds
"Alright Trix, what next."
>"Return the card to the deck."
>you slide the card back into place 
>she begins shuffling the deck again
>"Alright, watch closely Anonymous, you see that the card has been thoroughly lost within the deck, yes?"
>you nod your head
>"Very well then."
>she sets the deck down on the bed
>"Now, Anonymous, grab five consecutive cards from anywhere in the deck."
"...Okay I guess?"
>you follow her instructions
>"Now, look over the cards you have, are any of them the card you drew originally?"
>you look them over
"Uhhh.... no?"
>"....Oh, that's strange..."
>she looks down at her phone and starts tapping away at it
>your phone buzzes in your pocket
>"Well then Anonymous... you should probably get that."
>she grins devilishly
>you pull out your phone
>1 new message from Trixie, naturally you open it
>How in the fuck?
>"Is that perhaps the card you drew?"
>Indeed that is the jack of diamonds
>beyond that, you can tell the picture was taken in your room
>you look up at her with a genuine awe, but attempt to tone down your expression 
"I-it is my card. How did you- When did you even?"
>"Hmph, as if Trixie would reveal her secrets to a lowly neophyte such as yourself."
>you raise your finger in protest and slump back into yourself
"Yeah I suppose I should have expected that. But for real, that was actually pretty impressive."
>"Well of course, it was foolish of you of you to ever doubt!"
>she quiets her voice 
>"... but you really think so?"
>she looks at you with a sort of puppy dog look
"I mean I didn't really doubt you, I just kind of..."
>you clear your throat before you say something autistic
"...anyway, yes that was actually pretty great, very original twist. I really do mean that."
>she beams a very genuine smile at you, then quickly realizes how vulnerable she's being and switches to a more sober expression
>"... thanks... I guess"
>her volume decreases with each word
"Why don't you show me another or something?"
>she perks up slightly
>"Trixie does not see a reason to show all her tricks in one sitting..."
>"...Why don't we find something else to occupy ourselves with...?"
>she grins at you devilishly
>you tense up at the subtext of such a statement
"Oh yeah heh, something to occupy ourselves with..."
>you trip over your words, unsure how to proceed
"Uhm... did you have anything in mind?"
>"Hmph, is Trixie responsible for guiding your every action?"
>you chuckle lightly to yourself
"Ya know, a pathetic slave boy like myself is pretty lost without his beloved mistress' instruction."
>she shakes her head and sighs
>"Fine if that's the game you want to play..."
>"Disrobe."
>your eyes go wide for a second
"...Excuse me?"
>"Oh right, how foolish of Trixie to assume you would have a wide enough vocabulary to understand. Take your clothes off. Now."
>even though she's already seen you in a pretty exposed level of undress, you still feel a degree of hesitation to to fulfilling her request
"Why don't YOU disrobe?"
>"...Maybe Trixie will IF she deems her servant worthy of such a sight, but that would be very contingent upon his compliance..."
>oh
>that was not quite the response you were expecting out of her
"I... I guess I can do that..."
>she responds with a satisfied smile and waves her hand as if to say "get on with it"
>you quickly pull off your shirt
>she stares intently at your chest, as if memorizing every detail
>the intensity of her stare is making this feel far more awkward than it has any business being
>you begin undoing your pants, as you bend down to remove them, you notice she shifts how her legs are crossed, giving you a quick glance of her pussy
>that visual stimuli coupled with the strange, hungry, prying nature of her eyes is starting to take an effect on you
>your boxers tighten
>she stares at your bulge, your cock twitches a bit
>she chuckles lightly in response
>you stand there for a few seconds in silence with her, even though she's already seen your johnson before, you are still reluctant to fully expose yourself
>"Come now Anonymous, we don't have all day..."
>you sigh and turn your gaze to the wall
"You are such a weirdo, you know that?"
>with that you remove the last piece of cloth covering you and stand before her
>she sits in silence and takes in your body
>Does she find you that attractive? What is her deal?
>your cock continues to harden as she refuses to take her eyes off of it
"Ehem, eyes are up here Trix. If I didn't know any better I'd say you have a thing for me."
>she jolts in response, knocked out of her trance
>she blushes slightly and turns her head away
>she whispers something to herself that you can barely make out
>"...no duh you idiot"
>you chuckle
"Did I hear that right, was that a normal down to earth admission?"
>"Yeah, I said you're a fucking idiot."
"That's not quite what I heard..."
>"Then you heard wrong."
>in one quick motion she whips her phone out and points it at you
"HEY.... what are you-"
>before you can finish your sentence the phone flashes
"... Trixie, what the FUCK was that about?"
>that, at this point trademark, sadistic grin returns
>"Insurance."
"Insurance!? What the fuck are you talking about?"
>"Well you know, Trixie was thinking you were right before. I never really had any intention of reporting you to any authorities."
"....yeah? I thought we were past that whole pretense anyway? What does that have to do with you randomly snapping nudes of me?"
>"As Trixie said, insurance. Yes you are being compliant now but... its always nice to have some extra leverage. Just in case."
>you furrow your brow
"I actually can't believe you are a real person that exists. Delete that shit. NOW."
>"And why would I do that?"
"Gee, I dunno, maybe because I've literally been playing along with all of your whims the past couple days and given no indication you need to hold anything over me."
>"Maybe I'm not holding anything over you... Besides, what happened to that oh so stoic character from the other day that claims he doesn't care about his image in the eyes of his peers?"
>you grit your teeth slightly, she's really trying to do this low-brow blackmail shit?
"Just delete that shit already."
>"No."
"I'm serious."
>"Make me."
>she shoots a shit eating grin at you
>it rubs you the wrong way, a wave of rage overtakes you
>you quickly snag both of her wrists in your hands and throw your weight into her pinning her back to the bed
"Hand the phone over. NOW."
>your beyond frustrated visage stares down at her face, her expression is...?
>there's a redness to her face, and her eyes have a look of deep longing in them
>she bites her lip and stares into your eyes, chuckling to herself
>"There he is."
>her comment disarms you
"W-what?"
>"Well then, ape-man, what are you going to do now?"
>the heat of the moment kind of left you unconscious of your nudity
>you are pinning her down on your bed, fully erect
>you calm down and loosen your grip on her
"S-sorry..."
>you pull your weight off of her and shift to her side, sitting down
>she sighs heavily
>"...You are such a lost case, pathetic pushover."
"Look, will you just delete-"
>"No, I won't. However, why don't you entertain that more?"
"What are you talking about?"
>"You're always such a empty vessel, Trixie... I just wanted to see that weak little flame in there flare up for a minute."
>she turns her phone to you, showing you its gallery
>"See? I never even took a picture of you."
>you shake your head
"...You are such a brat."
>"However..."
>you look over to her quizzically
>"Let Trixie take a picture for real."
"Wouldn't that kind of-"
>"Let's call it a trust exercise and a part of the massive undertaking Trixie has shouldered in attempting to rehabilitate you..."
"You can call it whatever you want but-"
"Yes or no? ... I think your might prefer to consent to my request..."
>Does she really have to make every little thing this convoluted and confusing?
>you slowly grumble out some words
"... fine... I guess."
>her face lights up
>"Trixie thought you might see reason."
>she stands up and turns around to look down at you sitting on the bed
>"Now... lay down on your back."
>this feels so weird, but you oblige her request and lay down fully exposed in front of her
>she points her phone at you
>you look away
>she chuckles to herself
>"Oh, Anonymous... so shy all of the sudden..."
>she takes a picture then walks closer to you
>"... Let me get one more."
"Whatever, can we just get this over with. You better not flip this on me."
>she crawls onto the bed next to you
"-Hey wait what are you?"
>she stretches one leg over you and straddles your abdomen, pointing the camera at you
>all her screen could possibly see from this angle is your face
>"Now be a good boy and smile for Trixie..."
>you can feel the warmth of her sex on your stomach
"...Yeah no, that's not happeni-."
>"-Actually, Trixie doesn't much like this angle.."
>she slides herself further down your body until her warm spot is mere inches above your member
>she focuses the camera on you and moves her lower body slightly closer, the warmth emanating onto you
>you twitch in response
>you make temporary skin contact with her
>in response your eyes go wide
>she flashes her phone at you and begins laughing impishly
>"You know, its not a smile but that will do to."
"Trixie you realize you're...?"
>"I'm what Anonymous? Scared of..."
>she sets her weight on your member wedging it between herself and you
>"This?"
> ...its so warm, you can feel her juices 
>you reflexively grunt at the sensation
>this bitch has had you on edge for the past two days, you are overly sensitive to this attention
>"Has Trixie left you speechless?"
>she stares at you with her signature smirk
"That feels.."
>"Use your words Anon."
>she slowly moves her hips back and forth
>the length of your cock is coated in her juices
>a light moan leaves your lips
>"Something you want Anonymous?"
>on some level you want to respond in a snarky manner, however, your instincts override that thought
"Please... keep doing that..."
>"Hmph, Trixie supposes she will accept that. You have been a relatively good servant today..."
>she puts her hands on each of your shoulders and begins gyrating her hips on you
>the feeling is truly immaculate
>she stares down at you with lust filled eyes as she bites her lip
>every now and again she stifles a moan
>her speed slowly and steadily increases, she also exerts more of her weight on you as she goes on
"....fuuuck..."
>you raise your arms and attempt to place them on her hips
>as you do, she lifts her arms and swats you away
>"Calm down now, Anonymous. How greedy of you, Trixie does you a favor and this is how you respond?"
>she leans back and puts her hands on your thighs, she continues her gyrations, albeit at a much more slow, and agonizing pace
>"Now, I'll speed up if you promise to restrain yourself. Do we have an understanding?"
"Yes, okay... just, keep going.."
>she bends forward and hangs her face a few inches from your face
>"You know, you look so pathetic and desperate right now... I could get used to this look on you..."
>she resumes sliding along your shaft
>the minutes drone on
>eventually she pushes you to the edge
"Yeah, like that, I'm about to-"
>she puts her fingers to your lips and stops moving entirely
>"I don't think so."
>you reply with an unhappy grunt
"Please, let me, you've done nothing but tease me the past few days, you owe me."
>"I OWE you? Hmph, Trixie does not think so."
>she begins slowly gliding along you again, leaning back and placing her fingers on her clit
>"MAYBE Trixie will consider letting you get off if you can restrain yourself long enough for her to finish."
>you grimace in response to her movements
>and yet for some reason even though you want sweet release more than anything, you decide to try to compose yourself
>you've never experienced arousal at an intensity like this before
>you kind of want to see what she has in mind
"Will you at least be honest and say you're into this for once?"
>"As if, Trixie is just... -unnnff, this is just..."
>she continues to jill herself off, she moans loudly
>"... Another lesson, nothing more..."
>she increases the speed with which she glides along you, and in tandem how quickly she rubs herself
>her moans increase in volume
>at the same time you are brought close to your edge again
>a few seconds later she stops entirely, only rubbing herself, she releases a loud,sultry, and satisfied moan
>she begins to speak in a breathy voice
>"Okay... maybe Trixie will admit she derives some degree of enjoyment from this. Now... you..."
>she resumes sliding on your member
>she leans forward, and places her mouth next to your ear, licking your earlobe, and making the most pleasant moans you've ever experienced directly into your ear
>"Are you almost there, Anon?"
>you whisper into her ear
"...Yes, so close"
>"Well then..."
>she leans back and stops her motions again
>"... how unlucky for you."
>as the words leave her mouth, you hear the front door open, and subsequently close
>shit
>of course this is the ONE time they aren't swamped with overtime
>you speak in an annoyed, but hushed tone to Trixie
"How in the fuck do you..."
>you grit your teeth
>she whispers in your ear
>"Such a shame, maybe next time... -Shouldn't you go say hello?"
>she climbs off of you and sits next to you on the bed
"You are the most frustrating...
>"Anon, are you home? What are all these dishes doing out on the table?"
>Trixie covers her mouth with a hand and laughs quietly
>you release the most exasperated sigh that you are capable of
>you yell out into the hallway
"Yeah- I'm here, hold up, I'll be out in a couple minutes."
>you give Trixie a dirty look
"...We aren't finished here..."
>you grab a random pair of shorts and a t-shirt and throw them on
>you look back to see an extremely smug Trixie as you try to compose yourself as quickly as possible
>without saying anything you turn your gaze and begin walking out to assuage the authorities
>>"Oh there you are, how was your day?"
"...Fine mom."
>>"Always so excited to see your mother. Well anyhow, what's up with these bowls, awfully hungry today huh?"
>you're certain she already has some idea of what is going on and is just doing this in the most roundabout way to torture you
"Heh... yeah... I just invited one of my friends over for a study session, big tests coming up and all that."
>you know that was incredibly see-through
>>"Oh my, one of your friends? I can't say as I've ever met any of your friends, what's his name?"
"Well... actually its a she..."
>she smirks at you
>>"Oh is that so? What is HER name then? Why don't you introduce me?"
>you sigh
"Her name is-"
>"-Trixie."
>you look over to see Trixie leaning against the wall
>"So nice to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Unknown."
>>"Well well, what a proper young woman you are. So nice too meet you as well! You know, my son here doesn't have much initiative, so I appreciate you giving him a hand."
>"Oh yes, of course, its no problem at all. Yes, tri-
>she catches herself mid-sentence
>"-I have noticed his tendency towards being a complete layabout. I figured as his fr-"
>she quickly darts her eyes at you with an expression you can't quite make out
>"-iend, It was my responsibility to see to it that he doesn't get held back."
"That's not even-"
>>"Its very much appreciated Trixie. Well, I won't hold you two up any longer then, have a good "study" session."
>both you and Trixie shoot embarrassed, side-eyed glances at each other
>"Actually, I should be getting home the more I think about it. I had some... chores to attend to."
"...Hey wait now, I'm sure you could stay for a bit longer, right?"
>she beams the sadistic grin at you
>"It is rather unfortunate Anon, but I'm sure you can figure out the rest yourself. -It was very nice to meet you, Mrs. Unknown."
>>"Oh yes, of course Trixie. Feel free to stop by any time! Its nice to see him doing something other than sitting idly in his room."
>"Hmm, yes I couldn't agree more. Well then, I'll be on my way then, have a nice evening."
>she begins making her way for the door
>your mother leans toward you
>>"What you're just going to let her walk out on her own? Go see her out."
>you shake your head
"...fine..."
>you catch up with Trixie and open the door for her
>you glance at her with a furrowed brow and gritted teeth
"No please, let me get that for you."
>you lay heavy on the sarcasm
>she grins at you and steps outside the door, you step out with her and close the door behind you
"...I'm getting kind of sick o-"
>she places her fingers on your lips
>"You know Anonymous, good things come to those who wait..."
>with that she lightly pushes you back and begins walking away
>for a few seconds you stand there debating whether or not to chase after her
>of course you realize that that would just be an exercise in futility
>so instead, you turn around and walk inside
>in a somewhat dejected stupor you trudge back to your room and close the door behind you
>this girl...
>How long does she plan to string you along for?
>you aren't sure how much longer you can be around her like this before you do something you regret
>Then again, who are you kidding? Any doubts you might have had about her being into all this...
>even... into you?
>Well perhaps you won't make that assumption just yet
>regardless, at this point you feel relatively confident that if you decided to force yourself on her that her resistance would be...
>MOSTLY a facade
>just like everything else about her
>if only she wasn't so caught up on playing this "Trixie" character
>...not that its all that bad
>but you could do without how overly obtuse it causes all of her communication to be
>you rub your hand on your chin and grin to yourself
"...Tomorrow."
>Yes, you're going to break her tomorrow
>you aren't even quite sure what you're thinking with that phrasing, but its gonna happen
>but in the meantime, you suppose a little downtime is in order
>you boot up your PC and idle around on it
>before you know it, a few hours have passed 
>your eyes have become heavy from staring at the screen, eventually you get up to go collapse on your bed
>you haphazardly land on the sheets face-first
>your nostrils fill with an unexpected scent
>oh right, this is where she was sitting after her little session with you
>sitting on your bed
>with no panties
>the smell triggers a somewhat primal reaction within your system and the desperation you had managed to put aside for a few hours returns
>you want to get off so bad
>and yet, you don't
>its not like there's anything really stopping you, something about all this simply has you... entranced
>you recall Trixie's final words as she left
"...she better not leave me hanging tomorrow..."
>you decide to forsake your urges and lay down to attempt to get some sleep
>you close your eyes for a bit when you hear an abrupt buzzing coming from your phone
>you groggily pry open your eyelids and grab it
>one new picture message from Trixie
>now this piques your interest
>you pop open the message to see...
>your eyes go wide
>its a picture of her modestly sized tits in one of the skimpiest bras you've ever had the pleasure of looking at
>there is a bit of text attached to the picture
>"... since you did... adequately today, Trixie figured perhaps you deserved a little something."
>a second message pops up as your stare in awe
>"Trixie supposes you can have a bit of fun, but you had better not give in to yourself, you reprobate."
>you respond casually, unsure how to even react to this turn of events
"Thanks... I guess?"
>"Don't mention it. Seriously. Don't. Statue. Tomorrow morning. Same time, don't be late."
>you sit there for a second debating whether you even need to dignify that with a response
>you decide you won't and open the picture again
>you begin zooming in on various parts of it, taking in every detail
>her skin looks so smooth...
>so many places you want your tongue to be
>as you continue to stare you find the torturous desire that Trixie has cultivated within you over the past few days rear its head
>Hmm... she did say you could have some fun, right?
>you scoff to yourself 
>as if you need her permission anyhow... but...
>somehow you know you lack the discipline to play with that kind of fire
>its as if you can hear her admonishing you inside of your own thoughts
>"You apish degenerate."
>its a bit depressing what a number this bitch has done to you in two days time
>How pathetic is that? In that much time you've let her drag you through whatever whims her strange mind comes up with.
>And why?
>Well, probably because its hot...
>... and maybe because she's the first person who's paid you any mind that wasn't purely out of obligation
>you shake your head
>Where is that coming from?
>Then again, it has been quite a while since you've experienced anything like that, isn't it?
>the past few years you've spent living in a feverish haze interested in nothing but moment-to-moment hedonism
>And why did you end up in that state in the first place?
>Do you really not care about anything, or have you just lacked a reason to?
>your thoughts cause you to cringe to yourself in a moment of clarity
>Loneliness is hell of a drug huh?
>you quietly growl to yourself
>you close the picture and set your phone down
>that's quite enough depressing self-reflection for one evening
>you'll deal with that shit in the morning
>You know, when you continue following her down whatever path it is she is taking you
>so, against your desire for instant gratification you allow the heaviness in your eyelids to overtake you

>After what seems like a few seconds your eyes pop back open
>you groggily reach over to your phone to check the time
>its 6am
>a bit early for your tastes, but you decide to drag yourself out of bed and get ready for the day
>after you get yourself organized, you grab your things and head out
>6:30AM
>Why are you doing this again?
>your imagination paints a picture of you waiting at your appointed meeting place to some form of Trixie's muted delight
>yeah, you're gonna look real cool
>...No you aren't, that's cringe bro
>regardless you decide to begin your walk to that lovely place of learning
>the cool morning air washes away any residual tiredness you might have been fostering
>you reach the last turn before your destination is in sight and exhale deeply
>you turn the corner and...
>...Seriously? How early does this girl get up
>There she is, leaning against the statue, staring at her phone
>you sigh to yourself and walk over to her
"Mornin' Trix."
>she violently jolts in response, dropping her phone and turning a wide eyed gaze in your direction
>"DON'T SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT!"
>she grumbles to herself and scoops her phone off the ground
>"If this is broken, its coming out of your-"
>she takes a quick glance at it and slides it into her pocket
"...My what?"
>"Nothing, -I don't know. Just... what are you even doing here so early?"
"I could ask you the same thing."
>"Well you're not going to. Answer Trixie first."
>you consider your visualization from earlier
"Well... I was... uh..."
>play it off smooth Anon, don't be a simp
"-I just woke up early, didn't have anything else to do."
>"Is that so, because if Trixie didn't know any better she might assume you were trying to impress her or something."
>you chuckle to yourself
>"Oh of course, yes, that was it. As your most humble servant I had to make sure the coast was clear for my dearest mistress' grand entrance."
>you lay obnoxiously heavy on the sarcasm
>she glances at the ground and whispers something you can't quite make out 
"What's that now, MISTRESS?"
>her eyes dart around making sure no one else was listening in
>"Stop that. Now. ...Anyhow, Trixie was just saying perhaps you aren't a total lost cause."
"Wow, that was almost a compliment."
>she ignores you and continues
>"Yes, only someone as great and powerful as Trixie would have ever had a chance of molding an unprincipled miscreant such as yourself into a somewhat presentable member of society."
"Oh, I'm sure."
>"You should be."
"So why are you here so early?"
>"The great and punctual Trixie always shows up at this time."
"Is that so?"
>"Yes."
"If I didn't know any better I might suggest were just so excited to see me you couldn't keep yourself away from our meeting place."
>she grimaces slightly and her right eye twitches
>"No."
"So matter of fact, anything more to that statement?"
>"Shut up."
>you outstretch your right arm to her
>she glances from it back to you
>"...What do you want?"
"Backpack."
>her expression sobers for a second followed by what looks like a mild rush of red to her cheeks
>"Oh yes, of course..."
>she clears her throat abruptly
>"It is good that your worthless curmudgeon nature is beginning to accept its lowly place in the world."
>she laughs to herself haughtily
>she hands the backpack to you and you sling it over your shoulder
"You better slow your roll Trix, you're gonna run out of vocabulary if you keep droppin' straight fire on me like this."
>you shoot her a shit-eating grin
>she smirks at your comment momentarily but quickly hides it
>"...It is good you acknowledge the great and articulate Trixie's mastery of the english language."
>she turns towards the school and begins walking
>"Now, come."
>her words send a jolt up your spine
>your relatively clean train of thought is washed over by the image she sent last night
>you eye her hungrily
>today... today you'll turn the tables on her