You’re going to scry Ms. Fellows to find out where she lives

“We need the supplies for the scrying spells again and a private place to cast it,” you tell the girls. “Tracey, do you still have all the stuff from last time in your room? And will your mother be around?” You’d rather avoid Ms. Erickson since the last time you saw her, you made an extremely inept pass at her.

“It’s all there,” Tracey says, nodding. “And yeah, my mom will be home. She thinks you’re kind of creepy, so she’ll keep a close eye on you if we go back to my place. If she lets you in at all.”

“What about your house, Peep?” you ask Leah. “Are your parents home? Is there any way we could do it there?”

“They are,” Leah sighs. “Dad does yardwork on Saturday, and Mom’s making something for a church bake sale. The idea of trying to do magic anywhere around them is scarier than if they found out I gave you a blowjob. They’d think it’s devil worship and go Old Testament.”

“I’ll just put a motel room on my credit card,” Abbie says. “And we should probably get a bag for all the supplies you need for magic so you always have it handy.”

“Can you afford it?” you ask.

“You can make Ms. Fellows transfer money to my account once we find her,” Abbie says with a shrug. “And even if you don’t have a girl for the get-rich sex-magic spell yet, there’s got to be a way to make money with the spells you can do,” Abbie says. “The one that lets you determine the outcome of a random event. You could rake it in at Las Vegas or Atlantic City with that.”

“That’s a great idea. We’ll do it sometime,” you tell her. “Finding Ms. Fellows is more urgent now. Let’s get the stuff and the motel room. Tracey, Leah, I’d love to take you along, but I think someone might raise an alarm if they saw all of us going into a room together. We’ll drop you at Tracey’s and text you Ms. Fellow’s address once I get it.”

After a quick shopping trip to get all the supplies needed, Abbie drives you to the short-stay motel. You go through the ritual for the Look Far spell and lay on the bed. You drop into a trance and then you’re standing in Ms. Fellows’ place.

Ms. Fellows is sitting at her computer in a tee shirt and panties. Your student ID picture takes up half her screen. The other half is a text document she’s writing. You look it over and see she’s writing a steamy sex scene between a student and a teacher. Her face is flushed. From time to time, her hand leaves the keyboard to move between her thighs to stroke slowly over her satin-covered pussy. Her hips rock, and she moans throatily.

You can’t help watching for a few moments before you start to look around for something with Ms. Fellows’ address. It doesn’t take long to see some junk mail in a wastepaper basket next to the desk. The mail isn’t facing up, so you have to get down on your hands and knees to see the address. That position also gives you a good view of Ms. Fellows grinding on her own fingers.

“Fuck. I shouldn’t be doing this,” Ms. Fellows mutters.

That gets your attention. You watch as your teacher pulls up your student record from the school portal. She finds your home address and enters it into the map app on her phone. Then she gets up and rushes into her bedroom.

You leave the trance and sit up in bed. “Abbie, she’s going to our house!”