Enter Zoey

"Yes... Chuckle while you can, you perversion-filled kids... Chuckle while you can..."

"Achem."

Felicity was set back in a fit of fluttering eyes from the sudden sound that resonated from behind her. Her attention was quick to spin around and center on Jerald.

She let out an honest sigh upon recognizing the scruffy look of the school's janitor. The way he shuffled with an arched back and stretched his back every three seconds was much more of a welcomed sight than... Literally anyone else appearing in her underground catacombs.

Well, technically, it wasn't hers; the school fully owned it as when the land was purchased initially, the underground passageways had already been carved into the ground.

Yet despite these catacombs existing for longer than the school itself has, only a few people are aware of its existence. That being the principle and her inner circle, Felicity herself, and of course, Jerald.... Jerald the janitor.

The latter was the only member of the school's faculty assigned to enter the catacombs on a weekly basis, tasked with keeping them tidy and secure. Basically, reporting any leaks, stragglers, or other mishaps that might appear from time to time was all a part of his contract.

And if one were to ask the head woman herself. Principle Huffins would say many times over that Jerald was the only soul to go in and out of the catacombs.

She had no idea Felicity converted the passageways into her own underground lair of sorts. And the longer she goes oblivious to that fact, the better.

Of course, Jerald could easily rat her out. Hell, he has access to the security room and thus could easily gather proof of her comings and goings. But fortunately, the simple act of bribery can go a long way in keeping specific things hush-hush.

"Jerald. So you came down to witness the birth of a new era?"

"Shut up." Grunted the janitor. "The only new era will be your life in fucking prison."

Felicity paused at his response. The woman who served as the school's fine arts teacher regarded him with a curious glance. "What am I doing wrong here?"

Hands wrapped around a broom that had been retrieved from his cleaning cart, Jerald raised one gruff brow. "Really?" He gestured the head of the broom towards her. "You don't see anything wrong with that?"

Blinking. The woman looked up.

She had been standing on a stool, looking up towards one of the many one-way peeping holes she had installed into the ceiling of the catacombs. Positioned discreetly into the school's cement-covered front courtyard, Felicity was given a comprehensive and unnoticeable view of all the students walking by.

"That is all kinds of illegal."

"This?" Felicity looked away from her peephole for a brief second to give Jerold a pointed look before she returned to spying on the student from below. Then upon noticing that the girl she had just been spying on had moved to a different location, Felicity followed suit by stepping down her stool to reposition herself next to another peephole.

She tsked and brought up a notepad from her jacket and wrote something down.

"Yeah. That." He said. "That's fucked. You're looking up the skirts of kids. Kids!"

"What!?" With a voice full of fluster, Felicity retracted her eyes from the peephole that looked up between the girl's legs. "I would never do something so vile!"

"You-"

"All of those kids are over the age of eighteen."

"Really?"

"Really. I checked the records."

"Fine." With a roll of his eyes, Jerald began to swipe the broom across the floor. "But you are still a freak. And I'm sure that's still illegal."

"I'm a freak? Is that so?"

"Yes."

"Hmpff..." The woman took a step down the ladder and turned around. She huffed and dropped herself down atop the stool, an action that had her sizable breasts reacting in the form of bouncing against her chest from within her buttoned-up blouse. "And you call me the freak? Look at the evidence!"

Holding up her notepad for Jerald to see, the janitor continued to sweep without so much as giving her a sparing glance.

"Out of all the girls I've studied..."

"Studied." Jerold chuckled to himself.

"Thirty percent of them are wearing undersized panties. Sixty percent of the panties are adequate. But there's a whopping ten percent of these young women who are going completely pantieless!! And those are just my readings from the ones wearing skirts... They are the freaks! Not me!"

"Sure, they should be wearing them. I'll give you that. But it's arguably worse that you know they don't have panties..."

"Ehh... That depends on how you look at it." After flashing him a wink, Felicity stood up. She walked down the empty walkway with one hand behind her back. Her other hand took hold of the handle to Jerold's cart and pulled it along as she walked. "If you want to live a life of disgusting ignorance and pretend that everyday life at this school isn't full of perversion. Sure, go ham... But!" She spun around abruptly and noticed that Jerold hadn't been following her. "You were supposed to be walking with me!" She shouted down the hall.

"Oh. Was I?" His voice echoed back. "Hold on." Thirty seconds later. Jerold had approached her. "Is that why you took my cart?"

She looked at him blankly before responding. "Yes."

"Yeah, next time just say ''follow me.'' It ain't that hard."

Rolling her eyes, Felicity continued walking down the passageway. "As I was saying... You can choose to ignore the perversion running amuck, or you can do something to stop it! Where you sit there and clean up other people's messes for a living, I come up with ingenious plans that will set this school on the right track!"

"Ingenious plans? Are you sure that is what you meant to say and not utter failures?"

"F-" Felicity was wafted by a sudden wave of befuddlement towards his assumption. "Failure? Name one time I-"

"Failed? I could name... Hold on..." Reaching into the pocket of his tattered jeans, Jerold retrieved his phone, and after a few seconds of idle taps, he resumed speaking. "I could bring up sixty-three of your most recent failures here. That time you tried to implant subconscious commands into the girls' heads to ''cover-up cleavage.'' Or when you failed in making a device that would make everyone too embarrassed to do anything sexual... Oh! And your most recent one when you attempted to fill the school with freezing temperatures so that everyone would be **** to wear bulky clothing instead of short summer wear."

"Oh wow..." Felicity crossed her arms below her chest. "So you remember those, but not the times where I have succeeded, huh?"

"It's easy to remember since I'm the one cleaning up all your damn messes! Also, I don't think... I don't think you have ever succeeded once… Ever."

"Okay, well, that may be true... But!" Felicity moved over to a ladder that led up to a hatch. She climbed it and pushed the hatch open, where it led to her empty classroom. "Today! Things are going to change..." She drew herself out, walked to the back of the room, and pulled open the two large double doors leading to the closet. "You see, Jerold. I recently realized the main obstacle standing in my way of purifying this school..."

"Is it the girl?" Jerold shuffled out of the hatch with an annoyed grunt and gave her a look that fully conveyed his irritation.

"What girl? No. While the youth of today might look like they're the cause of this new wave of perversion. They are only doing what the authorities are permitting them."

"What?"

"It's the higher-ups! It doesn't matter what I do... I don't make the rules. It's the superintendent... The vice-principal... The principal-principal! They create the dress code; they enforce the dress code! The only way that I can bring about an end to this perversion is to open their eyes to the revolting antics that are taking place!"

"Uh-huh..." Jerold sighed. "Okay, I'll probably regret asking... But, how do you exactly plan on, open their eyes?"

"Super easy." Felicity grinned. "Barely an inconvenience! As you can see behind me." She stepped to the side and pushed the doors open wider. The action revealed that the closet held a multitude of clear gallon-sized jugs. All of them contained a misty pink liquid that bubbled with a light rhythmic fizz. "These bad boys are pure arousal in carnet; I tested it on rats and my bratty neighbor. Both mindless beasts were reduced to bubbling, hunger-filled machines, craving nothing more than to express their perverted nature."

"You plan to stop perversion... By making everyone extremely perverted?"

"Nu-Uh-Uh..." She wagged a knowing finger in Jerold's face. "I plan to stop perversion by making everyone notice the perversion. Once the higher-ups see for themselves that the kids here are sexual deviants, they'll be **** to put their foot down. And it wears off in a few hours, so no harm, no foul."

Looking not the least bit impressed, no doubt as Jerald was the kind of janitor to have seen some shit working at this school; he eventually sighed and turned around. "Good luck." He gave Felicity a dismissive backhanded wave. "You'll need it when that girl comes to stop you. Since she's the real problem..."

"Yes my victory is assur-" Felicity blinked. "What did you say?"

"Ehh? You really haven't realized it yet?" Jerold raised an eyebrow and gave her an unamused glance. "The principal's ignorance isn't what is constantly foiling your plans. It's one particular girl that always seems to show up to put a stop to whatever you have cooking up."

"You don't mean Rebecka, or Samatha, Patrisha, Cassandra, or... Whatever her name is, right? She's a fucking brat, nothing more."

"I think you mean an extremely competent brat. Most of your schemes would have succeeded if it weren't for her. That's all I'm saying..."

"N... Nonsense!" Felicity shooed him away while pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "I'm confident that it's the authorities of this school that stand in my way. Why don't you go back to cleaning and let the teacher get to work..." She took a few steps towards the closed blinds that covered the view of the courtyard. She pulled on the cord that dew the shades up, which revealed all the milling students. The sight prompted her to flash her teeth in a cloudy, looking smile. "Because this evening, I will finally! Secure... My success!!! Ha! Ha! Ha! Hehehe..."

Felicity dropped down the shades after her fit of villainous laughter subsided. She released a deep sigh and turned around, her smile held intact as she began heading towards her desk.

"But first! I have some papers to grade."

"Wow..." Jerold rolled his eyes. "Look at you. Ever the responsible one."

"Why, thank you." The woman flashed her teeth in a polite gesture. "You know you've gotta learn to set your priorities, Jerold."

---

Jaxon left for school much later than usual. For reasons that I honestly don't want to mention, he just needed to leave late for the story to work out, so don't question shit that doesn't need to be questioned. The walk wasn't anything distinctly long, but it felt delayed as his mind pondered the many ways he could make use of the calendar situated comfortably in his bag. Just yesterday, he had nearly every attractive student in the school on him as if they were his personal bevy of girls; none of them batted an eye towards their suddenly abrupt feelings towards a boy they had ignored prior to that day.

But what should he do for today? That was the big question on the mind; nearly anything was possible! Fortunately for everyone else, he had no strong desire to **** the magical nature of the calendar; really, whatever his muse for the day sought after was what he'd go with.

What a coincidence then that someone startled his absent muse into high gear. Well, not just someone, it was really, some... Three? Madison, Brook, and Audrey. They were, well... they were hot teenagers, I mean fuck, that seems to be a trend for a majority of the females in this universe. But they were also bitches, all three of them, though the bitchiest definitely was their unspoken ''leader,'' Audrey. Not that the others were bitchy, it's just that... when put on the bitch tier list, out of the three of them, Audrey stood on not; honestly, the other two seemed to just be her lackeys in a sense. In other words, you know literally any high school shitty Disney sitcom? Yeah? Yeah, just take the typical hot female bully characters and replace them with these three.

Also btw, when you see ''I'' as in the sense of internal thought, that's actually Dogdog talking, and when you see ''he/him,'' that's Jaxon's inner voice. Got it? No? Didn't ask, fuck you.

"Audrey... Hey," Jaxon said in a tone void of any genuine interest. His experiences with her were far from good.

Typically he made efforts to hide his blossoming perversion quite well; even his best friend isn't privy to the way his eyes instinctively decode her natural curves whenever she's around. But Andrey, and by proxy, her two backup girls, always called him out for being a perv and loved to make fun of him, despite them not having any actual evidence. Yes! Whenever they turned around, his gaze would strip them down to their bodies beneath the clothing, but it's not like he was ever caught. Never getting caught was his thing; he's not an agent or anything (Ha! As if real agents actually exist), but he's been pretty damn stealthy.

So them calling him a perv was entirely uncalled for in all regards; it was true, yes, but they had no evidence to back it up. Besides, they're top performers on their swim team. And ''their'' is the appropriate word because the trio are actually not from his school. They attend another academy and show up a few times a year to compete in the county's swimming competition and other activities. Basically, he doesn't see them too often. (Thank the stars.) But, when he does, their encounters are almost always negative.

They're bitches... Hot bitches that are usually seen in their school's signature one-piece swimwear, so at least they have that going for them, but still bitches all the same. It was so hot seeing the way their swimsuits dug into their asses; their developing bodies were still drawing into their womanly adulthood as they were all eighteen years of age. Just had to make that clear, though; everyone in the fucking school is eighteen plus, don't question shit; it's just the way of the land.

Andrey was the arrogant queen of her swim club, the de facto leader of her little trio of bully bitches, and the literal swim captain for her team. She had creamy skin, with short dirty blonde hair with longer bangs that parted down the sides of her face; the back of her short hair was done up into a ponytail. Honestly, she reminded him of Crystal, except that the latter was a genuinely caring and kind person who stands up for and doesn't go around bullying others. Her chest was modestly sized, with nice tits that could fill the palm of any average-sized-hand-having-man... Or woman. However, her ass was really what had him going, staring at her cheeks eating up the swimsuits she was often found in felt like some form of poetic justice. She calls him out for being a perverted dick with no evidence, so he retaliates by leering at her strong and round rump when she isn't looking.

The girls beside her picked up her slack in a way. I.E. Madison was black with dark hair, and her height stood to be taller than Andrey's; going by looks alone, one would think she's the one in charge. And her tits were packing some serious jiggle, especially within the confines of her blue swimsuit; her school's logo was swallowed into her mass of cleavage, which pressed tightly against the material of her one-piece suit. She also had her arms crossed as she waited for Andrey to say something, which was definitely not an act Jaxon planned to attest to anytime soon.

Brook was more petite in stature. She had dark purplish hair that was sprouted out in two long pigtails and... Okay fuck this, just imagine what she looks like I'm done describing their appearances, it isn't fun and becomes so fucking repetitive when you do it so many fucking times. Yeah, I know, reading it is all fun and fuck, but listing down how bitches look? Come on. They're just doing to be fucked in some form; use your imagination, you damn bitches.

Anyway.

Andrey rolled her eyes and let out a soft scoff. "The first person we see. Look who it is, girls." Madison mimicked Andrey's sound of annoyance, but Brook just continued to look in silence with a soft smile on her face. It's a shame, out of all of them, Brook was naturally the nicest, but she associated with jerks and naturally grew to become more like them.

"That's why we have these," Madison said. She moved her hands from her school jacket pockets and proceeded to zip up the oversized piece of clothing over her body.

"Right." Nodded Andrey. She zipped herself up, and Brook soon followed; their prime bodies were all restricted by a baggy white jacket. Not like that stopped Jaxon from visually fucking their bodies with his eyes, it only takes imagination to decipher what's below. "I hope you don't plan to watch us beat your school again," Andrey smirked. "Not that you'd be able to focus with how busy you'd be making trips to the bathroom to jack one off."

"You know what? I wasn't going to, but now that you bring it up, I might as well!" Jaxon said, his hands clapped together. "I'm going to take so many pictures of your sexy asses. Then beat my meat to it every freaking night for the next month!"

"Oh wow." Madison murmured. Brook's eyes widened in a sign of surprise, and Andrey did nothing but snort.

"Seriously? You're not even trying to hide it this year?" She laughed in his face and turned on her heels. "Enjoy being a pathetic fucking loser. If you try anything, we'll just beat your ass and tell the faculty."

Without a word, the other two girls turned to follow her, Madison with a slight smirk on her confident face, and Brook had a slight blush.

"You know!" Jaxon called out to their departing figures. "Things changed since last year!"

"Yeah! We grew."

"I can tell..." He breathed.

"And you're still the same pathetic weirdo." She shot out her hand in the shape of an ''L'' as she swayed her body towards the school.

Wow, really hitting all the generic bully beats, huh?

Jaxon couldn't keep the snicker from forming on his face. These three literally handed themselves to him on a silver platter as it looks like he knows what he's going to do today. He idly watched them depart for a few passing, then before he knew it, he had situated himself on a bench and pulled the calendar out of his bookbag. Obviously, those three would be the center of his focus, but that still left the question of how; he'd need a strong, reliable, and fun idea...

Speaking of strong, reliable, and fun. Where's Crystal?

---

What had she done?

Crystal looked at herself in the mirror. Only then did she come to the conclusion that she wasn't the best when it came to good ideas. Of course, she thought it would but fun at the moment, but one look at the results begged to differ. The school asked her to be the photographer for the most recent swim tournament; a simple request, and a simple task requiring simple results. So then, why in heaven's name did she think that putting on her own swim uniform would've been a grand idea? It was designed for a girl three years younger than her, surprisingly it still fit.

Barely...

It was riding up her ass too damn much; she had to forcefully dig between her buttcheeks just to fish it out and into a slightly more comfortable position. But, no more than a few steps later, and it was back to pressing against her asshole; for goodness sake, the unmistakable outline of her pussy was... well, unmistakable. And that's not even bringing up the amount of cleavage she was presenting from how ridiculously tightly the uniform was pressing against her chest. Both of her breasts were being mashed up and against each other, showing a large line of cleavage. And her breasts aren't even that large, not that anyone looking at her could gather that; it would just be assumed that she was buxom in the tits and ass department.

She couldn't go out like this. Hell, she wasn't even sure she could get the outfit off without breaking it entirely. Oh, how she had developed in the last few years.

Suddenly she shot her head up. Her ears twitched slightly; her acute sense of hearing detected the soft sound of approaching footsteps. The doorknob to the girl's locker room jiggled, and just as it opened, Crystal disappeared into the nearby utility closet.

"Ready for our 5th win in a row?"

"Hahaha! Yeah girl! You'd think they'd get better after all this time."

"They might have gotten worse."

"I know right!? No, we're on an entirely different level from these jokers."

Crystal frowned. Those voices were clear as day. She sighed and leaned her back against the wooden door; gradually, her butt lowered to the floor as she groaned quietly. It was the three douchebags. The extremely hot trio of arrogant jerks that come by just the stirrup an unneeded pot of drama; apparently, they're one of the most popular girls at their school, something that continues to baffle Crystal to no end. How anyone could like them is an eternal mystery. But it's not as if their bragging came from the depths of nothingness; they were by all accounts highly skilled in the swimming sport. They began taking part in the tournaments and won every subsequent game for a reason; it's not like they were cheating. No, the three girls were just naturally talented and had powerful bodies behind their growing womanly forms. As the years pass, they only grow more into full-bodied women with more powerful muscles to propel them onto victories after victories in the swim-sport arts.

But that gave them no right to be such jerks.

Also! They are always bullying Jaxon for no apparent reason, claiming he's a pathetic pervert and a bunch of nonsense. Sure, he was a little perverted though he tries to hide it from her. But if she was honest, she finds that slightly cute in a way; and she never caught him overdoing things. It was only a glance down her blouse when he has the appropriate angle or a look towards her ass when she bends down. They were all nothing more than subtle signs which display his interest in her; it made her feel special. Though, that could mainly be because of her feelings for him. Regardless, he was just a guy. Guys naturally look at women a certain way, especially attractive ones; it's nothing huge or sinister, definitely not in the subtle ways Jaxon goes about it.

So yeah. She's not too fond of them. If only she could compete; it would be nice to give them the experience of losing for once. With her training, there's a high chance she could give them a run for their money if she were in the water as well.

Alas, any public signs of unusually above average skill goes against the E.U.A.'s guidelines. Meaning no competing in large tournaments for her... Unless she went in just to lose, which would not happen if she had anything to say about it.

*Beep-Beep* *Beep-Beep* *Beep-Beep*

Like a bolt of lightning, Crystal's palm moved to cover her digital wristwatch. Its screen lit up and flickered as it attempted to illuminate the darkroom through her fingers. She shifted her position from the door to the opposing side of the closet, all the while bumping into the random discarded objects that were engulfed in shadow.

Once she made it farther from the door and the chatter coming from outside it, she raised the wristwatch to her mouth and quietly hissed. "What is it?"

A distorted male voice responded through the device. "Move onto the rug to your left."

Crystal blinked. "The rug? What..." She patted her hand against the dark floor, then used her watch to help illuminate the compact area of space. "Oh, this rug?" Her eyes landed on the bland-looking red rug to her right.

"I..." She looked left and saw nothing but the tiled floor. "There's nothing to my left."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Huh.................... Well, I guess it's the left one then."

"Mhm..." Crystal shook her head and moved over to sit on the rug. "Now whaaaaaaaaAHHHTtttooofff." Without warning, the floor below her gave out, causing her to fall straight down through an old hatch. She landed in a cramped room right on top of a generic-looking office chair. A single pillow rested on the seat to cushion her fall, but the resulting dust that sprang upright as she landed onto it didn't seem to be for the comfort. Her lungs were filled with tangy dust while her arms and legs were coated with stray cobwebs. She could even sense the dirt and dust that found rest in her amplified cleavage; it was almost as uncomfortable as the backside of the swimsuit, which was engulfed by her ass cheeks again.

"Good to see you, Crystal."

"Uh-Huh." She said as she pounded her chest and attempted to wave away the cobwebs. She glanced down and... was that a spider between her boobs!? Oh... No...

She blinked.

It was just dirt or rust?.. How messy was this place?

"Sorry about that." In front of her seat, a large vintage-looking television sat atop a wooden desk. The same distinctly male voice spoke through the distorted filter. This time it was added with a hint of static that came from the TV's old speakers. "We haven't had an agent in this base since we lost agent 1609..."

"What?!" Cyrstal suddenly looked up at the screen. Her hands stopped brushing herself down.

"What?" The voice responded. "Oh.. Oh! No, nothing bad happened. She just graduated. Moved onto bigger things. Currently, another branch has her assigned in an area around a highly established college, a few parks... She has a modest three bedroom two bath apartment... Nice place. Married. Husband's another agent. She's doing well... I... I miss her..."

"Yeah.. Yeah... Um..." Crystal felt an awkward air of silence pass between them. "That's cool..."

"Indeed.. She was, 'cool'..."

More silence passed. With the only sound being the repetitive crackle spewing from the classic television. Eventually, the awkward aura became too much for her, and she attempted to change the subject. "So this was her base, huh? Mine's bigger."

"You kids have it good now." The voice retorted. "The last generation of agents had to work with their cramped spaces. Besides, smaller bases can be fit nearly everywhere. We even installed one in your parent's bathroom."

"What!?"

"Yes! Though.. We're not sure when we'd need it.. It... And honestly hasn't come up in conversation so I... Until this moment, I forgot it was even there... In hindsight, we should've installed it in your bathroom... Wouldn't want your folks stumbling in on it and... Yeah, you know what that was my bad. Waste of tax dollars, that was... Ah well... Anyway! Let's get on with this."

"Thank god.."

"What was that?"

Crystal gulped. "Nothing."

"Right. Well, our spies detected a significant lack of activity coming from your good friend Ms. Cruse."

"We're not friends."

"Really? You two had tea that one time."

A sigh later, Crystal said. "She tied me down."

"Well, tea is still tea, regardless of the context."

"Sure... But what does her not doing anything have to do with me?"

"Well, Cruse's lack of activity is giving us a sign of some impending activity."

"I... I get what you were trying to say, but you phrased that so poorly."

"As you know, the school's yearly swim tournament is vastly approaching, as in the next few hours. It would make no sense for Cruse to miss out on such an opportunity to hatch a devious plan of some kind. Unless that is... She's actually using this time to attend to her teaching duties; if so, good for her! We need you to find out why she's not doing something, and if she is planning to do something, stop her from doing... some... thing... And you can get to your photographer job afterward, or whatever you kids do. Honestly, after you're done, I really don't care what you do. You got your mission, over and out."

The old screen shut off with a click. Leaving Crystal to sigh in her absurdly tight swimsuit and figure out just how she is supposed to get out of this room.

---

Oblivious day? Does that sound like a solid holiday? Well, it doesn't matter. Literally just yesterday, he made a holiday that caused all the girls at school to cater to his desire to be the most sought-after male bachelor. It was a pleasurable experience. Whatever fucked holiday he came up with didn't have to make sense; no one questioned things or even acknowledged the special day unless he wanted them to. So... Oblivious day it is.

Those three need to be taken down a few pegs; fucking around with them while they continue to act like their bitchy selves could build to be quite the fulfilling experience.

In the back of the calendar, Jaxon wrote down ''Oblivious day'', and he paused to consider how exactly things should play out. ''All acts, of any sexual nature at the school, will be ignored for the day.'' After Jaxon finished jotting down the explainer for the holiday he had just created, he flipped through the calendar up until the current day's date, where he wrote down the words. ''Oblivious day.''

Having finished that, he closed the calendar shut and placed it into his bag. With a knowing grin on his face, he headed towards the school; those three girls brought this upon themselves. Very fortunate for him as he won't have to deal with that pesky fucker named guilt later. Though, on his way, he might as well have some fun testing the results of the oblivious plague he wrought onto the school.

---

Outside the large window to Felicity Cruse's classroom for fine arts was a gentle and calm scene. Birds chirped, bees buzzed, you know the usual peaceful scenario shit. It was still too early for all the students to be as lively as they would in just a few hours. So the tranquil air was something to appreciate before things went to hell.

Well, for Felicity, that calm was about to be cut off. The window broke apart into a scattering assortment of flying glass. Crystal flipped into the room and rolled on the ground before landing in a crouched pose before Felicity's desk.

"It's over, Cruse." Crystal rose up while dusting the glass off her black agent stealth suit. "Whatever it is you're doing..."

"Oh great." Felicity rolled her eyes and rose up from the chair behind her desk. "What? Teaching!?" She pointed behind Crystal, who turned around to see a series of curious eyes staring back at her. "My students? Is that what's over?"

"Uhh..." Crystal scratched the back of her head after making sure the glass shards were wiped off her gloves. "I didn't see them there."

"Of course you didn't." The art teacher shook her head and let out an annoyed sigh. "You have a one-track mind, Patrisha, or Rose, or Christy, or... whatever your real name is."

Crystal opened her mouth but was cut off.

"Also, what the hell!? You always love breaking my shit. Just because you have a tight armored suit doesn't mean you can go around jumping through glass." She said before taking a pause to think. "Well... I guess technically; you can jump through glass. But legally, that's a gray area."

"You can't talk to me about legality."

Felicity scoffed. "I can't talk to you about anything. I'm teaching a class here!" She gestured again to the silent students.

"Right..." Crystal said. "Well you know I can't just leave them like this." A small pen was retrieved from her utility belt, which she used to flash a bright light onto the entire class to erase their memory."

"You mindwiped them." Felicity crossed her arms under her chest. "Thanks for that Samantha! I can't wait to explain Quantum Entanglement to these brats." She called out to Crystal, who was in the process of leaving the class. "That was sarcasm, by the way!!"

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Crystal dismissed her with a wave. "I'll be back in an hour."

The door to Felicity's classroom closed shut with a soft thump. Leaving the teacher with her students, for a few passing seconds. Then as if on a cue, Felicity broke out into a devious bout of laughter.

"Haha! She fell for the oldest trick in the book." Cruse gave her knee a much needed slap as she continued to cackle. She made her way back around the desk and pushed a hidden button underneath it. The students in front of her fizzled and flickered away, leaving nothing but empty chairs. "Oh, I'm teaching!!! How could you!!! Hahaha! Kids these days are far too easy to fool..." Her hands were pressed onto her desk to hold her weight; her ample breasts jiggled softly from beneath her blouse as she cried tears of laughter.

The water that gathered under her eyes was beginning to obstruct her vision. She rose a hand up to wipe away a single tear, then after she blinked and opened her eyes she saw...

"Betty!?!" She gasped.

Crystal stood right in front of her desk with her arms crossed in a way that squeezed her breasts together. "You know you could wait more than five seconds before congratulating yourself for a shit lie."

"Hey now." Felicity frowned. "It was a fairly decent lie if I do say so myself. But yes..." She pressed a button on the side of her desk. The was a faint *BEEP* sound that caused Crystal to tense up. Felicity raised an eyebrow, "What? It's not a trap. Anyway," She pushed the button again, "Note to self. Wait ten to twenty seconds before laughing out loud after successfully tricking someone."

Crystal's body somewhat relaxed after nothing notable happened from the button Felicity pushed.

"Oh, and on that note," Felicity said with a sly grin. Just then, the floor below Crystal opened up with a small circular hole; a metal pole shot up at rocketing speed. It brushed by her hair, and she felt a sudden pull that dragged her towards the pole. Crystal attempted to stand her ground and walk away, but the metal pole pulled her towards it with an invisible **** that grew by the second. After a brief struggle, the pull grew to be too much, and Crystal's body was **** against the pole; it was pressed between her thighs and breasts with how tightly it dragged her in. "You should learn how to loosen up and dance. Hahaha!"

Crystal managed to push herself away from it enough that the pole wasn't squashed between her breasts, but just as her ears picked up on what Felicity had said, she felt the sudden urge to dance. Her body began to shift and silently sway to some invisible music all as she attempted to resist the invisible ****.

"What the hell?"

"What? You like it? It's a special stripper pole I made just for you! And don't look at me like that. You should be thankful!" Felicity said as she walked to the front of the desk and sat atop it. "Isn't that what you kids love to do now? Show off your perversion like it's some pathetic plague? I've seen the way you act online and in person. Women are becoming sluts, and men are growing into horny swines. It's sickening! I'm the only one who notices how we are falling into perversion as a society."

"If you want to stop perversion, why the hell are you making me do this?" Crystal said through gritted teeth. Her hands wrapped around the pole as her body spun around and arched into a position that had her grinding her crotch against it.

"Eh," Felicity shrugged. "It's a trap. And makes you act like the people YOU are defending, so I think it's appropriate. Speaking of appropriate. You know what isn't appropriate?"

"This dance you're making me do?" Crystal asked sarcastically while her hips swayed side to side up and down the pole in an exaggerated fashion.

"No. This school's swimming competition! It's bad enough having perverted kids running the halls but perverted kids getting off to other perverted kids in the tight-mandated swimsuits... It's absurd! So what am I going to do about it, you may ask?"

"I didn't ask that."

"I am going to **** everyone to see the evils perversion can cause!" Felicity reached into her coat pocket and retrieved what looked to be a garage switch. "With this!" She pressed the button on the switch, and the closet at the far end of the classroom robotically opened. "The Unconcerned-erizer!"

Crystal looked behind her, or attempted to as her body was swaying at a completely separate tune. The device Felicity had unveiled was a giant orb-looking creation; it was balanced on three metallic posts that held it up with wheels on the bottom.

"What is this, you may ask? Well, it's a little doodad I designed to effectively make anyone in a large bubble radius completely unaware of whatever is typed in on that keypad right there." She pointed to a keyboard that was attached to the device. "And what am I going to type down? Hahaha..." Felicity chuckled and walked over to the device. "Sexual activity." She said and pressed enter.

"Wait what? You want people to see the perversion, but you're making everyone unaware? How..."

"I see you're keeping notes. Good little dancing girl." Felicity walked around the pole with her hands behind her back to look at Crystal's sexual stripper dance. "You see, that is only part one... You see, with this..." She pressed another button on her switch and instantly gasped aloud. "OH SHIT WRONG BUTTON!" The circular device pulsed and glowed yellow before it blasted out a large bubble that engulfed both Crystal and Felicity along with the entire school in a matter of seconds.

"Damn it..." Felicity sighed. "I was supposed to put on the immunity earplugs... Actually..." She patted the sides of her jacket for a few moments. "I think I left them in the car... okay, yeah, I need to be more organized with my shit.... Whatever! Doesn't matter if I'm affected too!" After saying that, she pushed the third button on her switch, and the closet opened up more to reveal multiple canisters and bottles of pink liquids. "This is the pure essence of arousal... All I need to do is place a few drops in the pool and watch as bubbles and... why... uh... why did I make you dance again?"

"Hm?" Crystal tilted her head, she looked down at herself. Her body was still shifting around in a way that caused her hips to bounce and butt to press the pole between her cheeks, but she couldn't figure why she was made to dance in the first place. Sure, it was supposed to be perverted, but... It wasn't. There wasn't anything noticeably odd with the action. "Yeah, why did you make it like that?"

"I intended it to be a perverted trap but... Eh..." She narrowed her eyes. "It's just you dancing nothing really perverted with... Hold on. How am I supposed to know if my device works if I can't tell what's perverted or not?"

"Not sure..." Crystal admitted. "Why don't you tell me?" She shot her hand out and grabbed Felicity by the arm and pulled her against the pole.

"What! Oh shit.." Felicity said. She instantly began to dance against the stripper pole with Crystal, though after a few seconds, she became less and less upset as there really wasn't anything wrong with just a normal dance with a secret agent. "You know..." breathed Felicity, her ass bounced against Crystal's a few times before she spun around to rub her tits against the metal pole. "This isn't so bad... just, normal... I guess..."

"Yeah..." Crystal agreed. "But you've still gotta do the second part of your plan."

"Mhm... and you've got to try to stop me."

Crystal was down on her knees, she rubbed her side against the pole, and her face was pressed onto Felicity's thick thighs and crotch. "What was your plan again?" She said with her face between Felicity's legs.

"Uhh... To stop the perverts by making everyone perverted... Ummm..." The woman shrugged. "But I can do that later I guess... I mean, no one is even going to notice anything perverted, so what's the rush?"

"Is this perverted?" Crystal asked; she was rubbing her face onto Felicity's chest.

The young teacher looked at the teen closely before saying. "No, I don't think there's anything wrong with this."

"Cool."

---

"Cool," Jaxon said. He was resting his head on a girl's shoulder; his gaze was looking directly down the neckline of her blouse and took in the healthy sight of her deep cleavage from the angle only she gets when she looks down. "It works wonders."

"What works wonders?"

"This." His hand dived directly into her cleavage, and he pressed himself against her as his hand played with her tits. He slipped his fingers under the bra cups and played with her nipples; her nipple slipped perfectly between his fingers right before he squeezed it tightly.

The girl closed her eyes and let out a soft moan.

As Jaxon continued to squeeze her tit, she licked her lips and looked to her side where his face was pressed against hers. "Are you going to do something?"

"I'm playing with your tits." He said truthfully. Her breasts melded with his hands in a way that only served to fuel his perverted hunger.

"Sure." The chick scoffed. "Don't even try, dude."

It's funny. Yesterday this girl was one of the many that were all over him. But now that things were back to normal, she couldn't give a single shit.

Well, he really didn't give a shit either; he leaned back and pulled out his hand. Right as she looked up at him, he pushed his digits between her lips so she could get a sense of what her nips tasted like from his fingers. A few seconds passed of her just sucking on his fingers before he pulled out his now moist hands and used her cleavage and hair to wipe them dry.

They're all completely oblivious. Good. Now onto the bitches.

It didn't take long to find them. They're swimmers. If they ain't at the pool, they're going to be in the locker room. For a group that dislikes the people at this school so much, it ain't like they're going to be loitering anywhere but the places they need to be.

On the way to the school's aquatics center, Jaxon figured out more key details to how to school reacted to his unprompted holiday. A few ass slaps here, and tit gropes there, and no one batted a single eye; it's unfortunate he was the only party currently enjoying the obliviousness. But with everyone unaware of sexual activity, no one but him seemed to have the mental gusto it takes to go up and make out with a girl he'd never spoken to before. But anything that doesn't qualify as sexual can be detected. When he closed in on a chick who was in the process of retrieving a discarded book that fell onto the ground, she sensed him approaching into her personal bubble. Though, the moment his hand collided with her thighs right before he began to get a solid sniff of her legs, she stopped appearing interested in him and proceeded to stand up and walk away as if he wasn't feeling her up in public.

That's why initially, when Jaxon shoved open the door to the girl's changing room, the trio of bitches looked at him with genuine alarm. But when he stepped into the female-only area, with a clearly obvious bulge in his pants, they closed their mouths and killed any anger or alarm in the process. Instead, they just appeared annoyed, mostly Andrey and Madison.

The former scoffed after she realized he was approaching her. "Here to wish us good luck? Or to be a perv?"

"The second one," Jaxon said and noticed she was applying lotion to her toned arms. "Did you already coat your ass?"

"Yes." She rolled her eyes. "But that's none of your businHHMmmmmGghmmnn..." She was cut off by Jaxon forcing her into a kiss. She rolled with it as his hands wandered around her shapely figure to reach down and sink into the fat of her ass. Her cheeks yielded like a warm pillow just waiting to be abused.

"MMm'Ahhm I'm sorry, what did you say?" Jaxon asked her annoyed face with a smirk.

"Are you only here to try anything? Now that you're eighteen, you feel the need to show your true colors?" The words leaving her mouth floated onto ****'s ears; Jaxon couldn't give a shit about what she had to say. Instead, he leaned down to pop her breasts out of the tight confines of her swimsuit; like a magnet, her nipples called onto his mouth. It was already erect, almost like her mind couldn't piece together any sexual acts, but her body had no restrictions. The nipple was so inviting, the way it protruded from the milky tit as if it were a tap just waiting to produce the essence of life, and the small, almost unnoticeable bumps that were scattered about her areola the cutest things. He clamped down on her nipple without much more delay. With his free hand, he went from roughly squeezing her other tit to fishing his cock out to spread his oozing pre across the outline of her pussy.

Jaxon's mouth retreated from her nipple with a plop sound from the forceful suction and a large amount of saliva he left behind; he glanced up at the girl who had her hands on her hips. "I'm going to suck on your tits for a bit, then fill your ass with cum. You cool with that?"

Andrey looked towards her two girls and let out a laugh, one strong enough to cause her tits to bounce right in his face. "You can try. I dare you."

"Okay!" Jaxon gave her nipple a single peck and then took a solid hold of her by the shoulders and spun her around. He placed his hands on the swimmer's toned back and pushed her down onto the bench that was behind her.

She was adjusted into a lying position on the bench. Jaxon gave her ass a solid and hard smack and grabbed the portion of her swimsuit that was digging itself between her ass cheeks. With it roughly pulled aside, he pressed his hard dick between her heated cheeks and let them clap back together around his shaft. He let out a few grunts while he thrust his dick forward and back between her buns.

Madison had moved over to fumble through her bag that rested on the desk behind him. The dark-skinned bitch, and the quiet, petite one were both ignoring the way their friend and unspoken leader was being used as a sexual release toy. The black girl's tits were much larger in overall mass, and he definitely wanted a taste of her dark nipples. She was texting on her phone at arm's length, so it was no problem to pull her closer. While one hand was sinking as deep into Andrey's ass as possible, his overhand was rubbing across the sizable bump from Madison's chest in search of her nipples. After not being able to find her tits, he got announced and reached his hand up and over her top; she wasn't wearing anything underneath the swimsuit, and he found the distinct feeling of her nipples quite quickly. They seemed pretty large in regards to other nips out there, and he enjoyed pinching them as tightly as he could manage while still thrusting his dick in another girl's ass. After some more punching and long twists, he simply reached both hands up and ripped down the swimsuit so it could spill down to her waist. Her two huge chocolate-colored globes spilled out and bounced naturally in his face; then, with only a slight lick of his lips as a warning, he dived in and began to coat every inch of her chest with his salvia.

It was honestly hard to tell just how much time passed in the grand scheme of things. But Madison's dark brown tits were glistening in the illuminated light by the time he was done with her; kisses were planted around the top, side, front, and underside of both her boobs. He just needed to make sure every ounce of her milk-carrying mounds gets fully coated in his spittle. And her natural taste was arousing to no end, so that only helped to stir him on. All the while, she and her bitchy friend were completely ignoring him. Andrey eventually stopped spitting cuntish remarks and just laid quietly with nothing but soft pants leaving her mouth due to Jaxon's thrusting. The arousal of the situation left him with no other option but to release his load; the subsequent spray of cum splattered across Andrey's inner cheeks filling the tight space between her pillows into one sticky mess.

As Jaxon released his jizz, he brought his head out from motorboating Madison's hefty tits and let out a satisfactory moan.

"You don't know how to read the room, huh?" Andrey looked back over her shoulders. Her eyes landed directly on my crotch while he pulled it out from between her now sticky cheeks. He gently rubbed his cum coated cock atop her juicy globes. "We don't want you here. Sorry to say, but the three of us don't like hanging with dorks."

"Do you ever run out of generic bitchy lines?" Jaxon spat. Literally, onto her ass while he had her ass cheeks spread apart. Her pussy was moist. Clearly, her body was reacting well to the arousal he was giving her; really, her whole ass was turned into a sweaty and sticky cum covered mess. He couldn't even see her asshole with how much chode he splattered down there. Good thing she was going to get into the water, but even then, she'd need to purposely wash down there, with how tight her fat cheeks press together.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes. "People like you aren't even worth our time."

"Sure thing." He said and released his hold on her butt cheeks, causing them to release and collide together. The sound that created as her two pillows collided was a satisfying wet clap. The thought alone of how each step she makes is going to mash the disgusting paste in her ass without her having any clue as to what happened was so fucking hot.

So hot, in fact, he might be ready to cum again!

Heh no.. No, he wasn't going to go in for round two... But with that being said, he wasn't done with these girls. Hell, Brook hadn't even had a chance to get into the fun yet, it wouldn't be fair to leave her out.

---

"Huh..." Felicity said. Her body still glued to the pole and sashaying sensually to an unheard beat. "Who knew continuous dancing could be so good for the body and mind? I mean, my thighs are heating up! What about you?"

"Yeah." Crystal shrugged. "I'm feeling the burn." Her body was crouched near the floor. Both hands were clenching her own thighs tightly as her ass thrust against the pole.

"And it also made me think..." Felicity performed a spin around the pole and bumped her ass against Crystal's face. "The other part of my plan isn't really necessary... If I just keep everyone unaware of sexual activity, eventually, it should all fizzle out entirely. Or it wont... Either way, I won't notice and thus won't care! I could actually sleep soundly at night!"

"Woah Woah Woah. No, you need to turn that thing off."

"Huh? Did you say I need to apply the range to engulf the entire city? Good idea! More affected equals less perversion after all."

Crystal opened her mouth, then closed it. She thought over her words before parting her lips again. "Alright. How are you going to do that from here?"

"Hmm..." Felicity hummed to herself. She let her gaze sit on the pole for a few extended moments. All the while her body continued to dance sensually, in the same manner as Crystals. "Well, I guess I'm going to have to turn this thing off." As she danced, she reached a hand into her coat pocket and retrieved the familiar-looking switch. "But don't try any funny business." She gave Crystal a pointed look.

The brunette-haired teen gasped in mock surprise. "Me? Try anything? Come on. We've been dance partners for the last thirty minutes. You know I wouldn't do that to you." She said, her body shifted up and down, causing her boobs to jiggle appropriately.

"Well I can't argue with that logic," Felicity said and pressed down on the switch.

And then, like the flip of a switch... On an actual switch... The pole lost its faint warm hum. Both females felt the uncontrollable urge to dance fade away. They were able to take a few steps away from the trap.

Felicity clapped her hands together. Alright! Now... "Thhaaakcckkkkkk!!!" Crystal sent a solid punch aimed directly at Felicity's face. The woman stumbled back and crashed into one of the vacant classroom chairs. She blinked. "How could you!? We were dance buddies!"

"Sorry, dancing isn't really a thing I do anymore." Crystal crossed her arms and looked towards the orb-shaped device.

Upon noticing Crystal's gaze, Felicity snickered. "You think you're sooo smart? Huh? Well, did you expect this!?"

Crystal, who was closing the distance between her and the machine, sensed a nearly unnoticeable hum stir beneath her feet. She glanced back just in time to notice Felicity had pressed a button on her switch; the floor opened up another small circular hatch and a stripper pole shot up right in front of her face. Instinctively, Crystal leaped back before the invisible pull could drag her in. But right as she landed, another pole rocketed behind her.

The girl was left leaping from point to point across the classroom as stripper poles appeared from almost every tile she stepped on.

"Ohhehehehee.." Felicity rose to her feet and casually walked towards the machine. "I had no idea where you'd stand, so in a show of my ingenious forethought, I rigged those bad boys to appear everywhere you stepped."

Crystal was breathing hard; she had no safe place to land as the moment she placed her feet on a tile, another magnetic stripper pole would appear below her. And, with one look at her surroundings, she took stock of how much space she was losing with each passing second. There were too many stripper poles.

Just then, a thought crossed her mind.

---

One hand gripped Andrey by the neckline of her swimsuit. While the other held Madison and Brook from the lower part of their swimsuits that had the honor of resting between their cheeks. The tall and petite girls stumbled along without showing any willingness to care; initially, they did give a shit when he took hold of them by their arms. Madison even raised her fist in an instinctive move to punch him. No doubt it would hurt, but he squeezed her tit before she could land a punch, and before she could harm him, she blinked and acted oblivious again. To avoid any outburst from Brook and Andrey, he started out by grabbing them in a sexual way to prevent any chance of them being aware. Every so often, he'd grip Andrey by her rack and pull her body against his so that he could look over her shoulder towards her meaty globes. They had a glint of sweat from the pounding she received, and the knowledge that between those cheeks rested his sticky remains as almost a sign to claim her as his was thrilling, to say the least. Each step she took shifted and slid his spunk, and the tightness from her swimsuit only served to press the goo right up against her folds and asshole.

After their brief walk ended, he dragged the three bitches into the Aquatic's Center, where a bunch of the other competing girls from opposing schools gathered. The strong moist air of chlorine filled his lungs; he turned around to take a look at his girls.

Andrey and Madison had a confident air to them by the simple look on their faces and idle stances. It was as if, in their minds, they were better than everyone. Which, to be fair, since they have managed to successfully win the competition year after year, it seems like they were better than everyone. But that gave them no right to act like cunts. Brook, on the other hand, was the only person he actively felt hesitant towards. So far, he refrained from doing anything to her, other than giving her uncaring lips a soft peck off-screen. It didn't feel right. Like, she was never the one to step up and bully, it was as if she were just following down the same hill as her friends.

"You really are glued to us huh?" Andrey said through an arrogant laugh before turning to the other two. "He really does have no friends."

"What, you expected him to?"

"Most losers have other losers to hang around."

Madison snickered. "Not this one."

That response prompted Andrey to laugh, and Brook looked on quietly before letting a soft smile form on her lips as she joined her friends in taunting him.

What was he saying about being hesitant towards fucking with her too? Yeah, she could actually grow to be a nice person, but she has to choose to hang out with a better crowd. After all, no one was forcing her to stick with those two cunts but herself.

While Andrey was laughing, Jaxon walked up to rip her swimsuit down her shoulders and push her onto her knees. With a hand on the back of her head, he adjusted her into a position that had her ass sticking up into the air, then after moving behind her, he let his hungry fingers grip into her bubbly ass and pull the cheeks apart. Yes. It was a nice sticky mess in there; each clap of her thick walls of fat did a number in spreading around his chode and her natural sweat. That's when he **** Brook to stumble forwards by gripping her small breasts and gently yanking her towards him. Once she was close enough, he brought his hand up to coax her face right between Andrey's ass cleavage. After he had Brook's face in position, he abruptly shoved her head down to press against her friend's spunk-filled arse. The petite girl gasped for air, but all she breathed in was the musky aroma of cum and sweat, along with the literal taste of salty chode. Madison looked on with an uncaring eye, but she was close enough for him to pull her into the fun. With some effort, he had her **** into a squatting position, her ass protruded back, right in front of Andrey's face.

"You know I was joking before," Andrey spoke, though he couldn't see her face behind Madison's dark-skinned arse. "But are you really THAT lame that you have nowhere else to be righGGMFMMHGMMmmmnfmmmm.." She didn't get to finish her sentence; Jaxon shifted Madison back just enough so that her butt was entirely muffling Andrey's unimportant words.

For a few elongated moments, he kept them there to admire his handiwork. If they were all such good friends that they're willing to belittle other people together, they should be able to pleasure each other like the trio of cunts they were. Though, it felt like something was missing. Brook was eating out Andrey's disgusting ass, Andrey was eating out Madison's not-so-gross ass (there was probably just sweat between those cheeks and not literal cum.), but Madison doesn't have anything to shove into her mouth. Well, he could fix that! A few seconds later, the black bitch was sucking on her own large tit as if it were a pacifier for a hungering baby. It's a shame no one else in the crowded room was taking note of the spectacle; all the visitors sitting on the stands or the couches and fellow students barely even looked their way.

But all that obliviousness was about to change. This was fun and all, but the real motivation behind this whole venture was to get **** against these three on behalf of everyone they uncaringly taunted. And what was gained if everyone was unaware.

With a knowing smile, Jaxon left the three girls in their exposing and lesbic-orgy position. They would naturally untangle themselves, but not before he finished with his plan. Jaxon took a seat at the far end of the room to protect his ears from the loud shriek that was about to go down. He had his pencil out, along with the calendar, and brought the eraser down to its surface.

---

Ten fingers expertly danced across the surface of the keypad. Felicity was typing away at record speeds as she worked towards her goal of expanding the radius. As she did so, she spared a glance behind her. Crystal was still leaping around the room, avoiding pole after pole that followed her every move. "You good back there?" She grinned and looked back to the screen. "You might as well give up and dance. It suited you! Anyway, I was thinking. Why just stop at making the city oblivious to sexual activity when I could make them oblivious to me as a whole! I wouldn't have to bother with petty things getting in my way. You know?"

"Uh-Huh," Crystal muttered just before jumping to the side in time to narrowly evade a stripper pole from trapping her in a fit of dancing. She reached towards the side of her belt and retrieved her grappling hook.

"Like those stupidly cute girl scouts! You know the ones that always ask you to buy cookies when they know well that you can't say no, so they just take your wallet and give you cookies that you weren't even planning on eating! It's like.. Gahhhh! Go bother someone else! Right?" Felicity looked back over her shoulder right as Crystal lined the shot with her grapple gun. "Wait... Accck!!" The teacher ducked her head and avoided the hook that soared past her head. "Ha!" She sprang up. "Look at your shit aim! Did they not teach you how to shit your hots in spy school? Ha.. Wait no, I meant hit your shots not... Uh.. what are you doing?"

The hook from Crystal's gun wrapped around the globe-shaped device enough to fasten a solid hold on it. "Me?" Crystal asked. She had a smirk on her face. "I'm just shitting my hots."

"Oh har-har." Felicity crossed her arms and spoke drily. "Mock me all you want, but your little grapple isn't doing to break my shit."

"Yeah I know." Crystal said as she jumped forward to doge another pole. Right as she landed, she pushed the trigger on her gun; it instantly pulled on the globe-shaped device and yanked off its posts.

"What!?"

The device flew in the air towards Crystal. She then performed a single graceful leap over it, just as yet another stripper pole shot up beneath her feet. It ascended with enough **** to pierce directly through the machine, which created a crackling hiss and fizzling pop sound.

"Nononononononono!!!"

Just as Crystal landed, the suspended globe-shaped machine crackled one last time before it began to ooze out a simmering warning sound. Out of pure instinct alone, Crystal jumped out the broken window she initially entered the room from. She toppled and rolled out onto the outside grass, right as the pierced machine exploded in a sudden boom. The explosion caused a shockwave to erupt past her and the entire school.

"Wow..." Felicity's wobbled to her feet. Her face, lab coat, and entire room around her were covered in black soot. She coughed out a puffy breath of ash and looked out the window in time to see Crystal shoot a grapple onto the school's roof and zip out of sight.

She gritted her teeth, and with a clenched fist, she shouted. "FUCK YOU ABIGAILL!!!"

As if to add salt onto her wounds, the lights to her classroom flickered off. Leaving the light from her windows, one of which being broke, to serve as the only form of illumination.

*Sigh*

Felicity took a seat on a stool. One that instantly broke into a pile of rubble, which blended in with the rest of her room. "Another day, another failure..." She pulled out her phone and put it up to her ear after typing in a number. "Hey, Jerald? Yeah... She uh... She stopped me... erm... again... I need you to come over and clean this place up before Dent decides to check up on noise... And DON'T say I told you so... please..."

---

Screams erupted. The entire room went from a solid zero to over a hundred in the time it took for him to erase his made-up holiday to glance upwards to see the fruits of his labor. Those bitches were in for hell on earth. They were just as surprised as everyone else, except it was them that were in the wrong, and no smooth-talking could get their asses out of this situation. Andrey blinked her eyes a few times as reality hit; she then bolted her head back from its previously casual position between her best friend's ass cheeks. Brook's mouth opened up in a silent gasp. Her lips were glistening from Jaxon's spunk. Madison's eyes appeared to dilate in a form of frozen shock, her plush lips were parted open, and she slowly glanced behind her. She looked at Andrey who's head was still rising from her position as her friend's rump. The leader of the bullies then let her hand hesitantly shift back to her own ass, where after a single dive, she retreated her hand to find a dab of semen on her index finger.

That there was the cue for them to scream. But their sounds were completely drowned out from the reactions of literally everyone else in the room. Some hollers and whistles and a tun of gasps and shouting came from all angles. The girl's looked hopeless. Not a single trance of that previous cocky moxie was anywhere to be seen. Jaxon laughed to himself and turned on his heels to exit the room. Mission complete. Bitches Humiliated. Rank? Eh, B- he could've done more with Brook and her petite little ass.

As he turned the corner, he almost ran headfirst into Crystal. The cute teen was bouncing on her heels in a quick jog towards the Aquatic's Center.

"Oh! What!?? Jaxon!!" Her voice was slightly lined with a breathy air. But she offered him a genuine-looking smile and absently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Hey! Are you here to watch the game?"

Jaxon held the calendar behind his back. "Yeah yeah... I was but..." His voice droned out as Crystal tilted her head and kept her smile. Geeze, she was so fucking beautiful; the way her eyes twinkled softly, it was astounding that he had resisted the urge to use the calendar on her at this point. "There was some loud noise, and I don't know if I want to sit through all of that cheering by myself."

"Hm? Oh.. Well," She stepped towards him with a spring in her step and hooked her arm around his. "We can watch it together if you want? I need to take pictures anyway."

Well, it wasn't like he could say no to her alluring eyes, "Why not?" He shrugged. "I have nothing else to do."

But it's not like she'd need to take any pictures to make this year's competition memorable. Something told him no one would forget this event anytime soon.

Call it a hunch.

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