Drop the Class

Jerry surprises herself. “I...I...think I want to drop the class.”

“Are you quite certain?”

“Yes.”

“A shame. Though I suppose I should have expected it. Brim is almost as possesive as Professor Nyve. Very well, good luck.”

Professor Anip turns and struts off. The sway from her outrageous ballet platform shoes highlighting her perfect ass.

Jerry sighs. She decides to head back to the room and catch up with Barb. After a short walk she is there.

Barb smiles. Her died black hair looks shiny and luxurious, which contrasts her paler than usual skin.

“Jerry, how was your class?”

“Ok I guess. We were supposed to learn to manipulate someone. I think I failed. And, I dropped my other class. How was yours Barb?”

Barb giggles. “I fucked him.”

“You fucked your Professor! How was he?”

“It was so good. He caressed me all over, kissed me everywhere, even gave a hicky.”

Jerry notices a black satin choker around Barbs neck.

“Then he took out his cock. It was huge! I was a little worried, but he started so slow and gentle. Then he got going...oh fuck he was good!”

“Are you going to fuck him again?”

“Mm, hmm.”

“Barb, can I ask what class you are taking?”

She looks a bit sheepish and whispers. “Necromancy.”

“Oh... Have you had any magical ideas on escape?”

“I’m not going to escape, Jerry. I need to learn. I’m going to bring my sister back from the dead!”

“Is that even possible?”

“Professor Card says it is. I want to try it with someone else first though.”

Jerry whistles, considering the possibilities.

“I think I want to head out to the party, while I think about it. Do you want to come?”