Emily goes to her next class

My next class was a math class. I thought I was pretty good at math in high school, even took AP Calc. Then I got to college. Yeesh, I was wrong. I suck at math now. God I hate integrals. There was one reason to love calculus though. And her name was Diana. She was the teacher's assistant for the class and she was gorgeous. She was a voluptuous woman, with perfect curves. Her hips were enormous, and her ass was to die for. Her breasts dominated her thin frame. They had to be like, F cups. So big. Her skin was a glorious olive color and she had a shoulder-length bob of black hair.

I paid attention in class, trying to take my mind off what happened with Trenton, and what awaited me tomorrow. In that situation, calculus was a gift. Once it was over I approached Diana.

"Hey Diana," I said, meekly.

"Hey Emily, how are you?" She said.

"I just wanted to ask you something," I said.

"Dr. Ripley probably knows more about the subject matter than me," She said.

"Oh no, not that." I was looking at the ground. I wanted to do this right, at least to begin with. "Would you like to go out with me?" I blurted out as quick as possible.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry Emily. You seem great, and I'm sure you'll make a girl very happy one day, but I'm not attracted to women." And like that, she broke my heart. This smart, sexy, goddess said no. Well, time to fix that. I put my hand in my pocket and twirled the coin between my fingers. I swallowed and pressed on.

"Diana, I bet that if you go on a date with me this Friday, you'll have the best date you've ever had so far. No matter what I do. You'll love it and go along. You'll be BEGGING to date me again." I said, confident once more.

"And what are we putting on the table?" She said, raising an eyebrow. Gosh, everyone wants to win something.

"If I lose, I'll never bother you again. If I win, hmmm," There's nothing I really wanted from her. But maybe I could do something fun. "You get a tattoo of my design and placement."

"Alright, you're on." We shook on it. "Impress me."

"Meet here at seven on Friday?" I said.

"Aye aye, Captain," She fake saluted at me.

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After math I had some time for lunch. Instead of going to the cafeteria, I looked for Amanda to drive me somewhere. I found her by the student apartments, parking on the street. Amanda was waiting in the backseat. I knocked on the door.

"Let me in," I said. She scrambled to the door, one hand still in her panties. "Now stop masturbating," I slapped her hand away. "And drive me somewhere."

"Ugh, I was so close," She whined.

"Sure you were," I said.

She drove me to a nearby mall so I could get something to eat at the food court. I wanted to use my new powers to get some free food. Plus college food is terrible.

"You want anything?" I asked Amanda.

"I want you to let me go home," She said.

"No can do babydoll," I taunted. "Tell you what: come with me. Toplessness is legal in this state. Then you can pick out your own food."

"No way I'm letting people see me like this." Amanda said. I smiled. Another bet I got to try the coin on.

"How 'bout this? We play rock-paper-scissors. You win, I'll buy you a shirt to put on. You lose, you have to go wherever I tell you whenever I tell you."

"Do I really have a choice? I need something to wear." Amanda said.

I threw scissors on "rock" and she still stuck with paper. It was fun messing with Amanda. She made it so fun with her constant blushing. We walked to the food court together. Amanda covered her boobs in one arm and tried to cover her backside with her other hand. Still people stared at her. Yet no one said anything. I assume because Abraham said people saw the outcome of the bets as normal.

"I have no money on me," Amanda leaned in to tell me once we got there.

"Don't worry, I got this," I said.

We went to get Chinese takeout from a national chain. I piled on more and more food because I knew I could get it for free. Amanda kept it small with teriyaki chicken.

"Stop covering up," I slapped her hand away. "If I can guess your favorite fetish you have to stop covering up your body. Forever. If not, you get nothing."

"Ha! No way you're doing that," Amanda gloated.

"Orientation play," I said flatly.

"Damnit!" Amanda spat. But she still dropped her hands. I walked up to the cashier. He was a man, probably late twenties, with a bushy beard.

"That'll be 49.28," He said.

"Ooor," I started. "I bet you if you kiss that guy over there," I pointed at some freckled college student serving someone General Tso chicken. "You both will fall in love with each other deeply and have a love story for the ages. If I win I get the food for free. If not, I'll tip you double."

"Deal," He said. He walked over to the guy.

"Hey Todd, what are you doing?" The young server said.

The cashier grabbed him by the cheeks and leaned in. At first it was a little peck but it quickly got more involved. The tension of the two melted and their arms dropped to their sides. After a long wait they came up for air.

"Wow," The server said. "What does this mean... for us?"

"I don't know," The cashier said.

"Ahem," I cleared my throat.

"Oh, yeah," The cashier said. "You can take your food for free."

"I thought so," I said. I still tipped him with a twenty; it wasn't like I needed it anymore. Then me and Amanda took our trays and went to sit down.

We ate in mostly silence. Amanda wanted to finish quickly so we can get out of there. I on the other hand was constantly distracted by my ability to reach out grope her whenever I wanted.

Once I ate enough food I started to leave with enough leftovers for the week. We headed for the exit as I had class soon when I passed by a fancy clothing store. I took one look at it and started moving in that direction.

"Uh, Emily, where are you going?" Amanda asked.

"I don't know," I said, completely honestly.

I was moving on instinct, but what instinct I wasn't sure. A faint thought in my mind started to poke through: "dressed to the nines." It was then when I realized what was going on. I had nothing fancy in my wardrobe. If I wanted to hold up my end of the bargain on my **** date I had to buy a whole new outfit.

When we made it inside a man in a formal shirt with a vest and a tie greeted us. He seemed perturbed by Amanda's state of undress.

"I'm sorry, we have a strict no shirt, no shoes, no service policy." He said sternly.

"Don't worry, it's for a bet," I said.

"Oh. Then how can I help you?" He asked.

"Well I need—" I started.

I paused. What did "dressed to the nines" even mean? It meant I had to dress to impress. Impress who? "Trenton" the back of my head pulsed. And Trenton was a pervert. I needed to dress in a way to turn on a pervert. Fuck.

"I need your skimpiest dress," I blurted out.

The dress shop wasn't the only stop. I went to a underwear store to get a strapless push-up bra, then the tailor's to get an ALREADY SHORT dress hemmed so it was about two fingers below my fucking cunt. I was halfway to a sex shop to get some edible panties before I realized it would be hotter if I wasn't wearing any in the first place. Especially with my barely legal strapless dress. Lastly I hit up a makeup store to grab a bunch because I owned none.

The only silver lining is I paid for none of it. A few well-placed bets and I got everything for free. Still, it took time, which I didn't have. I had a class to get to.

We eventually left the mall. What was supposed to be a fun lunch turned into a nightmare. I was missing my favorite class of the day. I said goodbye to Amanda, telling her to drop off my stuff at my house. She complained she wasn't my intern. I didn't have time to even think of a bet; I just told her if she did it I would let her pick up her phone from her house so she had something to do while waiting for me. She conceded at that and left. I ran up the stairs to the building for my next class, hoping to catch at least the tail end of it.

Author's Note: Sorry about the shorter chapter. I wanted to leave this one open-ended if anyone wanted to change the class. I'll be posting another chapter today for a different story which you can check out on my page. So if you want more of my writing check that out. And as always, you can support me at: http://ko-fi.com/camtheninja. Or if you want just by leaving comments. Comments are my life blood and tell me that people are actually reading what I write.