At the lab

Stepping into the lab, Wyatt found the place empty save for a young woman behind a counter.

"Class isn't for another hour," she said.

"No, I'm here to help around in the lab," Wyatt said. He pulled out his coin, placing all of his trust in this coin. If this coin did what he thinks it does, the risk would pay off. Wyatt tried to shove away the thoughts of his day merely being one big coincidence.

Walking over to the young supervisor, Wyatt said, "I'm Wyatt, by the way."

"Ms. Lane,"

"Well, Ms. Lane, you look a bit tired today." He could practically feel the sweat pouring from his hands.

Ms. Lane smiled, "I had a long day, but don't count me out yet."

Wyatt **** his hand over the countertop, leaving the gold coin behind. "Maybe this coin can help you relax," he said. Ms. Lane looked at the coin and then back at Wyatt, confusion written all over her face. This was a stupid idea, Wyatt, though. Why did I think this would work?

"What am I looking over here?" Ms. Lane asked. Wyatt could see her impatience rolling over through her body.

Wyatt snatched up the golden coin and shoved it back into his pocket. "My grandpa gave it to me, saying that it helped him relax. I was only hoping that I could do the same for you."

"That's very thoughtful of you, Wyatt, but objects like that doesn't exist." Ms. Lane said. "If you want to be useful, you can place the seats under the desks for me."

"Sure,"

Ms. Lane returned to her papers as Wyatt made himself busy. This coin was not a hypnosis coin, or if it was, he probably used it wrong. This coin was unique. He couldn't accept any other alternative.

As he placed the last chair under the desk, he said out loud, "Anything else, Ms. Lane?" He heard no response from the supervisor. He turned to see her laid back on her chair, eyes closed. Wyatt pulled out his coin and stared hard.

There was no turning back.

Holding the coin with one hand, he gently closed the door of the classroom and locked it. You can do this. Nothing will happen. Wyatt made his way towards Ms. Lane, glancing at her still face, coupled with her light breathing. He was about to caress the side of her hair when his hand stopped. He could feel his hands were cold and had the chance of waking her up. But his hand moved in its own volition, and Wyatt followed suit, feeling the softness of her hair. His eyes focused on her face, uninterrupted despite him.

How long can he run this luck?

Putting the coin in his pocket, Wyatt moved his hands to open her lab coat. She was wearing a buttoned blouse. He was about to move to her buttons when Ms. Lane's purse caught his eye. It wasn't so much her purse as it was something sticking out of her bag— a piece of fabric. Removing his hands from her head, Wyatt moved himself to examine the material. Pulling it revealed itself to be a bra.

Her bra.

His mind reeled as to why her bra was in her purse. But his dick brought his attention back as it strained under his pants. Before he could tend to his hardness, he moved to attend to Ms. Lane's buttons. With ease, he was able to unbutton her shirt, but her body started to shift for better comfort. After Ms. Lane stopped, Wyatt made quick work of her buttons and opened her shirt, revealing her bare chest. Her eyes shut, her pink nipples poked into the air.

Wyatt felt his coin, which almost distracted him from the tent his dick was making. "I swear if you screw me over."