It goes fine, afterwards though…

Eliza’s distracted walking to class the next morning, her mind still focusing on the dream she had had last night. Her **** mind, in all it’s glory, decided to replay the events that happened with Raul, or more specifically, what could have happened with Raul.

It was fuzzy on just how she had gotten there, but she remembered herself being bound to a table, bent over it like a naughty child over a parent’s knee. Still in her mind was the blue blur that was Raul, his hands tracing over her skin as he toyed with her. Them running over her back, over her cheeks…over her lower lips. He toyed with her for what felt like hours, her mind **** for satisfaction. She then felt something press against her pussy lips, and with a thrust…she woke up. It was actually somewhat frustrating, her mind deciding to cut out at arguably the best part. Then again, it was that prick Raul, so maybe it was for the better.

Thanks to it being Saturday, the campus looked like a ghost town compared to its usually busy traffic. People still roamed the halls, but they were sparse and few in between. Coming up on the classroom, Eliza could already see Mr. Gordon waiting inside, typing away at his computer. Taking a deep breath, Eliza could only hope that her mind wipe from earlier worked, and only worked on what she wanted it to.

“Good morning Eliza.” He greeted, glancing up from his computer. “Thank you for coming early, once Heather gets here we can start." Right, she was going to be here. She grumbled to herself. Eliza had completely forgotten about that, though it was kinda her fault it happened in the first place. Another 10 minutes pass and finally Heather shows up, being fashionably late as always. Eliza saw her two cronies duck away as she entered, feeling kind of bad that they got dragged here because of her. Then again, they chose to hang off of her, so Eliza only had so much sympathy to give. Heather gave her the usual scowl as she took her seat. Mr. Gordon cleared his throat.

“Same as before, 90 minutes, and this time I hope you’re more prepared. Now, you may begin.” Flipping the stack of papers over, the two girls start their retake. Eliza, now being able to concentrate and with a good last minute cram session, found herself doing much better than before. She wasn’t nearly as confused about most of the questions, breezing through the easier beginning. Heather, on the other hand, seemed to be struggling a bit. That didn’t bother Eliza though, in fact, she kinda hoped she flunked this test too. Maybe she would be removed from the class altogether, now isn’t that a happy thought? After finishing a particularly hard question, Eliza glanced at the clock.

60 Minutes remain.

Good, she’s making good progress, unlike last time. The thought of messing with Heather popped into her head again. Just simply thinking it sent little packets of joy to her head, but she resisted the urge. She didn’t want to overdue it and send herself down that spiral again. Besides, she needed all her brain power on the test, it was actually pretty hard. Actually, it might have been harder than the first one to be honest. No use griping about it as she continued on.

40 minutes remain.

Heather is becoming visibly frustrated, twirling her pencil in her hands nonstop. Maybe her being removed wasn’t just a fantasy at this point. Then again, she’d probably just fuck Mr. Gordon again to stay in the class, knowing her. It was pretty obvious at this point that something like that had happened earlier, Mr. Gordon not hiding his leering eyes well. That might be actually why the test was harder, maybe it was to make her fail so they could have another 1 on 1 session. Thankfully for Eliza, his gaze and lust were directed solely in Heather’s direction, at least calming her nerves about the success of the wipe.

10 minutes remain.

Eliza had finished at this point, and while she could leave, decided to go through the questions one more time. Actually finding a mistake, she quickly used what time was left to try and right it. What was happening with Heather was a lot more frenzied, though it was familiar to Eliza. She was mimicking what Eliza had done the first time, frantically going through the last questions just writing down whatever sounded like the answer.

“Time is up. Everyone, lower your pencils now.” Eliza did so with grace, Heather did so with her head in her hands. Strutting up to Mr. Gordon, she gave him her test with confidence. She didn’t ace it by any means, but with this performance she would at least stay in the class. Heather trudged behind her, placing her test limply on the table. Seeing her like this was the same as when you give candy to a baby, it’s simply priceless.

The two cronies were waiting outside as Eliza quickly passed by them. Though, the second she was out of eyeline from Mr. Gordon, Heather decided to take out her frustration on her. Snatching her metal thermos out the back of her bag, she tossed it over to nameless crony #1 just to spite her.

“For fucks sake Heather, don’t you ever give it a rest.” Eliza spun around, an annoyance plastered over her face.

“Shut up puke stain, I don’t want to hear it. I saw how you acted, how did you do so well on that fucking test? It was impossible.”

“Maybe you should put your head in some books instead of on someone's dick, maybe you'll do a little better.” Eliza shot back, not forgoing an opportunity to call her a whore.

“Shut the hell up. He must have given you an easier test, that’s the only explanation.”

“Yeah, probably to get you in his office again.” Heather’s eyes widened slightly, all but confirming Eliza’s earlier thought.

“What are you talking about? I did no such thing.” Eliza rolled her eyes, focusing back on the girl who now had her water bottle. If it was a disposable one she would just leave it, but that metal one was an expensive present, she wasn’t going to go home without it.

“Look, I don’t care what you may or may not have done. I just want to go home, I have to deal with you enough as it is.” Eliza’s hand quickly went for the bottle, grabbing it before the girl had a chance to recoil away. To be fair to her, the motion was done almost supernaturally quick, seemingly another way Eliza’s demon powers were manifesting themselves. Scowling at her, Heather's face scrunched up as she began to speak.

“You know what, fuck off. Go back to your little hobbit hole then. Jessica, Irene, let’s go.” Heather twisted on her heels, forcing her way past her two little cronies. And just like that, they were gone, that seemed…too easy. Eliza wondered if she subconsciously used her aura to get them to leave her alone, it seemed plausible enough. Examining the bottle, it didn’t seem to have been damaged in any way. She takes a quick gulp out of it as she puts it back into her pack.

As she was walking she found herself almost, drifting. It felt similar to the lightheadedness of using too much aura, so maybe she was right that she used her powers before. When her vision started to blur, she quickly realized that wasn’t the case. What's happening? Eliza thought to herself, placing her hand aside her head. She began to lose balance, falling against the hallway wall as her movements slowed even more. Her brain wasn’t working right, unable to think or react to anything around her. The hallway seemed to disappear as even more strength left her body, Eliza grabbing for a nonexistent hand hold to keep her upright. Her fingernails scratched against the wall as they found nothing, her legs finally giving out as she collapsed to the ground, seeing the blurred visage of feet as everything suddenly went dark.