Yes, cast the damn spell

She’d never admit it, but Chrissy is glad that her fellow witches at least made her dust her hands in tannis root, and burn the snake’s eyeballs to prepare for the casting of this vision spell.

She runs over to Brian, takes him by the wrist and whispers “Don’t see me, see what you please. Don’t see me, see what you please.”

Is a potent spell, strong enough to overwhelm the memory of the target, so he doesn’t recall Chrissy being her a moment ago, and precise enough that it changes the way he hears her name in his own head. The other guys will still hear him say “Chrissy” but he’ll hear the name of who he now sees.

And who that is, Chrissy is eager to find out.

Brian’s look of frustration slowly turns to surprise as he studies Chrissy’s face.

“Miss Penn? Why are you in the locker room?”

Miss Penn? Chrissy is shocked. The girl’s gym teacher? The one who maybe, probably is a lesbian, like all girls gym teachers. The one who was definitely a star athlete back in her day and now hangs out at all the sporting events, who the boys run into in the parking lot afterward, having a smoke and saying things like “good fuckin’ game today boys” in her low, smoky voice.

He likes her? Chrissy wonders. She’s like 30 years old. Or maybe even 32.

Oh well, if that’s who she had to pretend to be, than so be it. She slides her hand from Brian’s wrist up his arm

“Hi Brian” she smiles. She hopes he hears her voice, nice and sultry.

“You’re not usually here in the locker room” Brian says, more befuddled than turned on, so Chrissy need to fix that.

“Well, I thought, school is ending soon and there’s something I always think of in this locker room. Know what I mean?”

Brian smirks “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

Some of the other boys are changing, some are paying close attention to what’s happening between Chrissy and Brian. Some are heading out of the locker room.

“What do you think it is that’s been on my mind, Brian?” Chrissy/Miss Penn asks

Brian glances down to the growing bulge in his shorts.

“How did you know?” Chrissy/Miss Penn asks.

“Hey Brian! Stop flirting and come on.” Some guy calls out.

Brian looks past Chrissy at him just as she places her hands on his chest “Where are you going?” He asks.

The guy pulls a silver cross chain out of his shirt and holds it up “same place we always go after practice”

Brian looks at Chrissy, then back at the guys now almost all pouring out of the locker room. “But... But....”

Chrissy doesn’t mind that they’re going. The ‘corruption of the pious’ only needs one person to work. And who better than the captain of the team/secret prayer group, Brian himself.

And yet he steps away from her, toward where his team is headed.

“Where are you going Bri?” She asks.

“I.. I mean they... are leaving.” He seems very flustered by this whole scene.

“Let them go. I don’t need them, just you.” Chrissy/Miss Penn says.

“But...” Brian turns toward the exit of the locker room “GUYS! COME BACK!”

Chrissy slinks up behind him, wraps her arms around him and cups his stiff crotch. “I know you like to share with your team. But you don’t have you. You can fill my cunt, my ass, and my throat all by yourself.”

Brian flips around and stares at her. His jaw on the floor.

“I bet you never thought you’d hear me say that.” Chrissy/Miss Penn whispers.

“Never.” Brian responds. “But...” he glances over his shoulder and whispers “prayer time.” And starts to move.

Dang. This is turning out to be harder than Chrissy expected. She suddenly senses that if she doesn’t do something rash, he’s going to get away.

Then again if it’s to bring the whole team back, what does she care? She’ll orgy it up if that’s what he really wants. Unless it’s all an excuse for him to escape to pray.

Dumb boys and their mixed messages. She has to make an immediate decision.