With Professor Michaels

Some time after school, Abby makes her way over to the residential block behind the school. It's where Professor Michaels' house is.

But to call it a house would be an understatement. In Stargus City, where Abby lives, the wealthy elite don't inhabit houses so much as they do fortresses, or entire zones.

Professor Michaels' house was a towering mansion, at least six stories high, built in the style of an old Victorian home, but with every aspect exaggerated. It was made of navy blue brick with steeply arching black roofs. Round towers with pointed tips jutted out from the sides. Huge arched stained glass windows peaked out here and there, as well as several bay windows and gargoyles. Ornate woodwork accented everything. It was a jumbled chaotic mess and almost cartoonish in its proportions. Just looking at it was visually over-stimulating.

Abby would have said it was the weirdest house she'd ever seen, but some of the other properties along the street were even stranger. This part of town was definitely eccentric to say the least.

Abby knocks on the door and waits for a maid or butler to answer. But to her surprise, Michaels himself opens the door.

"Abby! Glad you could make it. Come on in. Sorry it's a mess," Professor Michaels leads her into a dimly lit sitting room lined with dark-wood bookshelves and several large plush couches and chairs. He's wearing very casual clothes - dark green athletic shorts, a white T-shirt, bare feet. But it is his own home so Abby can't really blame him for that. "Have a seat, let's talk."

Abby takes a seat on one of the couches lining a wall across from a crackling fireplace while Professor Michaels pulls over an old dinner chair. "Uh, well, it's about that job opportunity you mentioned after class the other day, sir. You know, the unofficial internship thing?" Abby squirmed a little in her seat. Why had she called him 'sir' again? He was going to think she was weird and overly formal.

"Of course! I take it you're interested then? Abby, I can't tell you how happy this makes me. Maybe I shouldn't say this: but you've already become one of my favorite students." Professor Michaels smiles and puts on hand on one of Abby's bare knees in a warm kind of way. "Incidentally, do you have any powers? I don't remember seeing any listed in your profile but I know some students don't get their marbles until the first day of classes and register their powers later."

Abby nods, a little excited to finally talk with someone about her power. "Yes sir! Actually it isn't very good. I think they'll call it a utility-type. Basically I can identify the name and use of any power I see or that's used directly on me." She sighs, wishing she had gotten something more impressive.

Professor Michaels blinks and sits back. "Is that so? Hmm..." He thinks for a moment, then shakes his head, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Abby, do you know if that works on passive powers? If you look at someone and focus on your ability, could you see all the powers they have, even if they aren't actively using them?"

"I... don't know. I haven't tried. Why?"

The professor stands up and motions for Abby to stand as well. Then he shrugs. "No reason, just wondering. I accept your application, Abby. Just show up here everyday after school from now on and help me out with whatever I need, understand?"

"Yes sir." Abby nods.

"Excellent. Oh, and Abby, before you go..." Professor Michaels steps closer to Abby. Very close. And places one of his hands on her hips. The other hand slides down her arm and to her own hand. "Why don't you try using your power on me right now? See if you can identify my powers."

Abby blushes bright red, and barely registers what Michaels says. His hands touching her body... She gulps and its all she can do to nod. She hasn't ever had a crush on one of her teachers, but... She focuses on Michaels hard, and wills her power to activate.

Powers Identified!

Powers? Plural? This was new to Abby. What flashed in her mind next was a list that read:

'Demand of Respect'
'Pleasure Touch'
'Vibrating Tongue'
'Addictive Semen'
'Replenishing Stamina'
'Replenishing Semen'

Abby had to blink a few times to make sure she was reading those right. She was too stunned to say anything. She felt a little pinch on her rear and registered a few moments later that Professor Michaels had walked them both outside.

The professor grins, seeing Abby's shocked face. "Remember, Abby, I still have that free room available for you. I'm sure we could get to know each other very well if you chose to stay with me. Now, don't you think it's time you ran along home?" he says with a sly smile.

For the first time, Abby feels a wave of something wash over her. It's warm and fuzzy, like being underwater. It's also difficult to resist, like the urge to close your eyes when you're falling asleep. She feels her own head dip in a slight bow, and her hands move to her skirt. Then she dips into a curtsy. An actual curtsy. "Yes sir," she says without realizing until a moment later.

Michaels grins widely. "Good girl." And closes the door.

Abby is left on her professor's front stoop with a profound sense of confusion, mixed with an equally powerful feeling of humiliation. Why had she just done that? Why in the world would she curtsy like a ditzy princess? And why had Professor Michaels shown her his powers and why were all of them so... dirty? And... 'Good girl'?!

What had Abby gotten herself into?