I must have been at that desk a full forty minutes before a soft sniffling sound to my right reminded me of the girl. 'Ohh, right. I knew there was something...'
Pushing away from the desk, I stood and put my hands on her shoulders, turning her to face me.
Her eyes were a little red, indicating she'd been crying for at least a few minutes before I noticed. Oddly enough, I felt no emotional response to seeing it. Usually, the sight of a crying woman brought out the chivalrous sap in me and I would go to great lengths to help. But as Nikki looked up at me with her tear-streaked face, I felt nothing. Her feelings weren't real, after all. She wasn't a person. I wouldn't have gotten emotional if I found a bit of water leaking from a faucet in my house.
"P-please, M-mister Miller. I didn't do anything. Can I go home?"
I met her eyes for a while as she stood there, silently pleading. Her position in the back corner by my desk meant I was physically blocking any hope she had of simply running away if I'd been of a mind to stop her. Her meek demeanor was new. Nikki had always been a lively and energetic girl, full of life and confidence.
Yes, she was definitely different now. But why or how, I couldn't say. The only thing I knew for certain was that she was without a doubt, not a person at all, but a thing. I knew it all the way down to my bones, and from the way Nikki looked up at me, scared and tearful, she knew it too. 'Well that's convenient.'
Having already forgotten her question, and bored with her face made less pretty from crying, my eyes wandered down to her body. I expected to feel a pang of anxiety or perhaps guilt at this, but there was only curiosity. She wore a cream colored blouse with buttons, and as I allowed myself to stare a little, I realized I could plainly see the outline of her bra through the thin material.
Without Nikki's pesky humanity to present me with the moral implications of the situation, I could admit to myself that she had a gorgeous set of tits. Just perfect. I was getting hard just staring. All these students running around. Each year they seemed to dress just a little more provocatively. It really tested my resolve sometimes to remain neutral. I didn't look, I didn't even secretly indulge in pervy fantasies. It would be a serious breech of my position, and I had my integrity. But now, I had this tight little cheerleader body all to myself. I deserved a bit of fun, too, after all.
Nikki grew uncomfortable under my gaze, and crossed her arms across her chest. "Mr. Miller!" she croaked, more than a hint of nervousness in her tone.
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