Last Class: Powers-History

Abby finally finds herself in her last class of the day: Powers-History. Luckily, that means she'll be ending the day with Professor Michaels.

She takes her place in the desk she was assigned in homeroom since everyone else seemed to be doing the same.

"Welcome back, welcome back. Everyone have a fun first day? Lots of syllabus-reading and time-wasting? Good. What else are first days for? Speaking of: Guess what I have for you? You got it: a syllabus." Professor Michaels proceeds to hand out a stack syllabuses (syllabi?) to each row of students, who then pass them backwards until everyone has one. "Great. Well now that the fun's over, we should probably start class. I tend to pack my courses pretty tightly so I like to use all the time we have. Don't worry though, if we keep a good pace it means less work for you outside of class."

And with that, he jumps right into the lesson.

Abby enjoys Powers-History nearly as much as she enjoyed Power Theory. It was less scientific but still interesting. Not at all dry like some History classes she had taken before.

Professor Michaels moves all around the class while he lectures, clicking through slides on the screen at the front of the class with a remote in his pocket. He occasionally puts a hand on a student's shoulder, or peeks at their notes and gives them a thumbs-up without pausing his speech for a second.

Once near the end of class he came up behind Abby and put his hand on her back. She turned around to look up at him and found him smiling down at her. Her heart leapt and she thought she might have blushed, but returned his smile.

Just before the bell, Professor Michaels ends his lecture and stands at the front of the room.

"Looks like that's all the time we've got, folks. Pencils down, books closed. You're dismissed. Oh but before you go I might need some help from a few a you, if you don't mind staying after class. Here, how about you three in front. You're closest. See you tomorrow, everyone else. Same time, same place."

Every one else files out of the room after packing their stuff up. Only Abby and the girls on either side of her remain.

The girl to her left has her arms crossed. Abby noticed that she scowled a lot. But she was undeniably pretty. Her makeup was flawless and fairly elaborate, with wing-tips and everything. Her long dark hair was cut neatly into bangs. She was tall and lithe and elegant.

The girl on Abby's right was more on the cute side. A sweet face, a bit shorter, doughy, pale and freckly. But her crystal-blue eyes and curly blonde hair made her look like a princess. And she had huge tits, Abby couldn't help but notice.

"Thanks for staying late, ladies," Professor Michaels said. He was sitting on his desk directly across from Abby and the other two girls. "I was hoping to talk to you three about a job opportunity."

"What kind of job?" the girl to Abby's left asked. "And what would we get out of it?"

Professor Michaels shrugs. "A little of this, a little of that. I really just need a few capable assistants to help me with my research. And other things. You would handle whatever I couldn't fit on my plate, basically. You would be paid quite fairly, and I would be more than happy to write any hard worker a glowing letter of recommendation to any of my connections. Sound fair? Only things is: this isn't an official internship, and technically we aren't allowed to recruit help like this from the students, so you'd have to keep it secret."

"S-secret?" peeped the girl to Abby's right. "Wouldn't the other teachers find out? Wouldn't they catch us here, sir?"

Abby didn't realize a person's voice could blush, but somehow the girl on her right managed it.

"Haha, 'sir,' she says. I didn't know students still knew how to respect their teachers. That's an excellent point, Sarah. But I do most of my research at home, which is where the bulk of your duties would be also. I live just off campus so you could walk there everyday easily. Wouldn't be a problem. I also happen to have a room to spare if anyone is interested in renting. I'd give you a very fair price if you were to help me. I know money is tight for most students."

Abby hadn't really thought about her own money situation. Her parents had rented her an apartment to move into before she graduated, but they had only paid a few months rent up front. How long had she been there again?

"Uh, when would we start, sir?" Abby asked. She didn't normally call her teachers 'Sir' or 'Ma'am,' no one really did that anymore. It just sort of slipped out - probably because the other girl, Sarah, had done the same thing.

"Oh, eager are we?" the Professor said with a grin. "I wouldn't ask you to commit without thinking it over first. Take the next week to settle into your schoolwork and let me know a week from today. Sound good?"

"Yes sir," all three girls replied.

Professor Michaels smiled. "Good. In that case, you're dismissed."

Professor Michael's Job:

(Decent Pay)
(Optional Free board)
(Optional special ending route if Abby lives with Michaels)