Jessica - The sexy TA

The Kappa Eta Zeta house pulses with music as you step through the front door. Multi-colored lights sweep across a sea of dancing bodies, red cups raised toward the ceiling like offerings to some collegiate deity. The sweet scent of spilled **** mingles with perfume and sweat.

Madeline spots you immediately, her platinum blonde hair swinging as she abandons a conversation mid-sentence to march in your direction. "Sam! Thank god!" She grabs your arm, her acrylic nails digging slightly into your skin. "The punch bowl is practically empty, and those physics nerds from the TA mixer are getting restless."

"Sorry I'm late," you say, scanning the crowd for Jessica. "Is Dr. Bennett here yet?"

Madeline rolls her eyes. "In the dining room, surrounded by his admirers as usual. That man loves attention almost as much as he loves failing students." She lowers her voice. "Jessica's with him, hanging on his every word."

Perfect. You smile sweetly. "I'll help with the punch in a minute. Just need to say hi to someone first."

Before Madeline can protest, you slip away through the crowd, navigating between gyrating bodies. Tyler spots you from across the room, raising his eyebrows questioningly. You give him a subtle nod and mouth "soon" before continuing toward the dining room.

The dining room presents a stark contrast to the chaotic energy of the main party. Here, a small group clusters around a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair and a trimmed beard. Dr. Bennett gestures animatedly, his deep voice carrying over the muted thump of bass from the other room.

"The fundamental misunderstanding most students have about anatomy," he's saying, "is thinking memorization is enough. The body is a system, not a list of parts."

Beside him stands Jessica Walsh, a willowy brunette with intelligent eyes and a notebook-perfect posture. She laughs at something Bennett says, touching his arm lightly. Her teacher's pet routine is so obvious it's almost embarrassing.

"Professor Bennett," you say, approaching with calculated casualness. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Bennett's eyes narrow slightly as he recognizes you. "Ms. Carlisle. Surprising to see you anywhere outside of my make-up sessions." His tone carries an edge, but there's humor there too.

"I'm full of surprises," you reply, turning your attention to Jessica. "You're Jessica, right? Dr. Bennett's TA? I've seen you in class but we haven't formally met."

Jessica extends her hand, professional even at a party. "Jessica Walsh. You're in Anatomy 101?"

"Sam Carlisle," you confirm, taking her hand and meeting her eyes directly. The familiar tingle of your power rises in your chest as you focus on her gaze. "I was hoping to talk to you about the upcoming exam. I've been struggling."

"Struggling is putting it mildly," Bennett interjects, but you maintain eye contact with Jessica.

"Maybe we could chat somewhere quieter?" you suggest, concentrating intensely on the connection between your eyes and hers.

Jessica blinks, a momentary disorientation crossing her features. "I... yes, we could step out to the patio. It's less noisy there."

As she leads you away from Bennett's group, you feel the power building. One more sustained moment of eye contact away from prying eyes, and you'll slip into her skin like trying on a new outfit. With her memories, you'll know exactly where she keeps those test answers—and perhaps discover just how close she and Dr. Bennett really are.

Behind you, your phone buzzes with a text from Tyler: "Anniversary gift waiting whenever you're ready. Any body, anywhere."