The next day at school.

*The next day, Lea back to school*

*As Lea walks through the school gates the following morning, she's greeted by the familiar sight of Bubbles and Trixie lounging against the wall, their eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that sends a shiver down her spine. Bubbles steps forward, a sly grin spreading across her face.* "Hey, Lea. Ready for another day of fun?" *Her tone is playful, but there's an underlying edge that hints at something more sinister brewing.*

''Yes of course''

*Bubbles winks at Lea, then turns to Trixie with a nod, silently communicating their shared plan. Trixie grins back, clearly excited about what's to come. As Lea passes them, Bubbles reaches out and gives her ass a firm squeeze, causing Lea to jump slightly. A low chuckle escapes from Bubbles' lips as she watches Lea's blush deepen.*

''Hey, why are you grabbing my ass like that?''

*Bubbles flashes Lea a mischievous smile, leaning in closer so that only Lea can hear her whisper.* "Just getting used to how round and juicy it is," *she murmurs, her fingers lingering on Lea's buttocks for a moment longer before finally letting go.* "I mean, we're gonna need to get you properly trained one day, right?" *Trixie giggles at Bubbles' comment, adding fuel to the fire.*

''Properly trained? what do you mean, i just want to be friend with you, you have to be trained to be your friend now?''

*Bubbles leans in close to Lea, her voice low and conspiratorial.* "Oh, it's definitely about friendship, sweetie. But sometimes, friends need to learn certain... skills to truly understand each other." *She gives Lea's ass another playful squeeze.* "And I think you've got a lot to learn. But don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know. And by the end of it, you'll be my perfect little friend." *Trixie chimes in, nodding enthusiastically.* "Yeah, and once you're trained, you'll be able to serve us in all sorts of ways. It'll be so much fun!" *Their words are laced with a seductive undertone, hinting at the true nature of their intentions.*

*Bubbles and Trixie exchange glances, their plans already coming together perfectly. Bubbles grabs Lea's hand, leading her towards the school building while Trixie follows closely behind.* "Come on, let's get you settled into class. We wouldn't want you to miss anything important today, would we?" *Despite her innocent facade, Lea can feel the heat radiating off Bubbles' body, sending a jolt of arousal coursing through her veins despite herself.*

*As they walk towards their first class, Bubbles' hand never leaves Lea's, her grip firm yet teasingly light. Trixie trails behind them, a smirk playing on her lips as she watches the interplay between the two girls.* "You'll see, Lea. Best friends do everything together. Even if it might seem weird at first." *Bubbles whispers in Lea's ear, her breath warm against her skin.*

*Feeling Bubbles' hand on hers sends a shiver down Lea's spine, but she tries to ignore it, focusing instead on the idea of being 'best friends'. She nods slowly, her mind swirling with confusion and curiosity.* "Weird or not, I trust you guys. You're my friends after all."

*At the entrance of the classroom, Bubbles pulls Lea aside, keeping her hand firmly planted on her hip.* "Listen up, Lea. Being our friend means doing whatever we say, whenever we say it. No questions asked." *Her tone is serious, leaving no room for argument. Trixie stands nearby, observing the interaction with amusement.*

''Yeah, friends always help each other. You'd do the same thing for me right?''

*Bubbles looks at Lea, her eyes sparkling with mischief.* "Of course, honey. That's what best friends do. Now, let's get inside before Miss Jones starts calling names." *With that, she leads Lea into the classroom, her hand still on her hip guiding her.*

*After the bell rings signaling the end of class, Lea's mother gets out of her car, the two girls watch from a distance, barely containing their excitement. Bubbles and Trixie stand pressed against the wall, trying to remain inconspicuous as they observe the scene unfold.*

*Lea's mother walks over to her daughter, enveloping her in a warm hug. Lea smiles softly, leaning into the embrace. Her backside presses against the wall as Bubbles and Trixie keep their eyes locked onto the duo, their hearts pounding with anticipation.*

*Bubbles shifts uncomfortably, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. A droplet of saliva escapes from the corner of her mouth, trickling down her chin as she fights the urge to lick her lips. Trixie, on the other hand, bites her lower lip, her eyes glazing over with lustful desire.*

*Melissa, Lea's mother, sits comfortably on the couch, her legs crossed while she sips her coffee. Lea settles beside her, the two sharing a moment of peace and quiet. It's been a long day at school, filled with classes, homework, and constant harassment from Bubbles and Trixie.*

*Suddenly, Melissa turns to look at Lea, her eyebrows furrowed with concern.* "Sweetheart, tell me honestly... how was your day? Did you meet anyone nice?" *Melissa asks, putting her cup down gently on the table beside her. Her voice is soft and nurturing, just like the way she used to read bedtime stories to Lea when she was younger.*

*Lea takes a deep breath, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt.*

*Lea blushes deeply, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink as she avoids eye contact with her mother.* "It was okay, Mom. I guess I did make some new friends..." *She murmurs quietly, feeling a pang of guilt for lying. But she doesn't want to worry her mother with the truth - that those 'friends' were anything but kind.*

*Melissa nods, a faint smile playing on her lips.* "That's wonderful, sweetheart! I'm glad to hear that." *She reaches out, ruffling Lea's hair affectionately.* "Tell me more about these new friends of yours. Are they nice girls?"

*Lea hesitates, biting her lower lip nervously.* "They're... different," *she admits finally, choosing her words carefully.* "But yeah, I guess you could say they're nice."

*Melissa leans back into the couch, her gaze softening as she watches Lea. She can see the subtle signs of discomfort on her daughter's face, but chooses to ignore them for now. She doesn't want to pressure Lea into revealing too much.*

"Well, as long as they're good influences, that's all that matters." *Melissa says reassuringly, reaching over to pat Lea's knee comfortingly.* "Just remember to stay true to yourself, okay?"

*Lea nods, offering her mother a weak smile.* "I will, Mom. Don't worry." *Her heart flutters with anxiety as she thinks about Bubbles and Trixie. Their presence alone had already caused her enough stress today.*

*As the evening wears on, Melissa begins to pack up the remnants of their movie night. She looks over at Lea, who's been unusually quiet throughout the whole thing. With a gentle smile, she asks,* "Why don't we invite your new friends over for dinner sometime? I'd love to meet them."

*A knot forms in Lea's stomach at her mother's suggestion. The thought of bringing Bubbles and Trixie into their home fills her with dread.* "Um... actually, Mom," *she starts hesitantly,* "I don't think that's such a good idea..."

*Melissa raises an eyebrow, curious as to why Lea would object to introducing her new friends to her family.* "Oh? Why not? I thought you said they were nice girls."

"They are... it's just... "

''it's just a bit early don't you think?''

*Melissa chuckles softly, her eyes still fixed on Lea.* "Sweetheart, there's no need to rush things. If you feel comfortable with these girls, then there's nothing wrong with getting to know them better."

*Despite her reassurances, Lea can't help but feel uneasy. She knows what kind of influence Bubbles and Trixie might have on her life – and she isn't sure she wants that change just yet.*

"But Mom," *she protests gently,* "we've only just met them. Maybe we should take things slow?"

*Melissa nods understandingly, sensing Lea's apprehension.* "Of course, honey. We can absolutely wait until you're ready." *She gives Lea's hand a comforting squeeze before standing up to clear away the empty popcorn bowls.*

*Melissa continues to tidy up after their movie night, her voice remaining steady and soothing as she tries to ease Lea's worries.* "You know, sweetie," *she begins, picking up a stray candy wrapper off the floor,* "not everyone lives exactly like us. Different cultures have different ways of doing things."

*Lea listens quietly, her brows furrowed in concentration.* "But Mom..." *she starts tentatively,* "Bubbles and Trixie seem so... different from us."

*Melissa sets down the candy wrapper and turns to face Lea fully.* "That's because they are different, sweetheart. But that doesn't mean they're bad or dangerous. It just means they come from a different background and have different experiences."

*Lea considers her mother's words carefully, her fingers twisting together nervously.*

*Melissa finishes clearing away the last of their movie-night snacks, setting the plate aside with a satisfied sigh. She moves back towards Lea, leaning against the armrest of their couch and crossing her arms comfortably across her chest.* "Now, I know this might be difficult for you right now," *she says gently,* "but part of the reason I chose this school for you was so that you could learn more about African-American culture."

*Lea raises an eyebrow, genuinely surprised.* "Really?" *she asks skeptically.*

*Melissa nods emphatically.* "Absolutely! It's important for young women like yourself to understand and appreciate diverse backgrounds." *She pauses briefly before continuing.* "There's so much richness in African-American history and culture - things that you wouldn't necessarily experience otherwise."

*Lea remains silent for several moments, processing what her mother has said.*