Michelle sat in her dorm, thinking about her experience with Ms. Takiyama. She was still feeling the soreness of her spanking and the wonderment of her first orgasm. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this and she sat contemplating what other experiences awaited her at the hands of her teacher. She was rubbing at her crotch, thinking of how the talents of Komiko's fingers and tongue had opened new vistas to her and wanted to be with her again for an entire night.
The door flew open and her friend, Marianella, bounced into the room, carrying a six pack of wine coolers.
"Hey girlfriend, where were you? I've been waiting to get into these and have some fun. You're never going to believe what I found out. Get this. You know those jocks that have been after us for, like ever? I was talking to Cal and his buddy Wes, and they're having a bash at their frat house tomorrow and they want you and me and Deb to come. I already said yes that we'd be there, I mean, this is where we get to show all those lame bitches who's who. So, what are you going to wear? I'm wearing that new top my mom bought for me, you know, the one you can practically see through. That and my white mini that I love to tease with. I can't believe she let me buy it, but shit, I'd have bought it anyway, so she didn't argue. Hey, are you listening to me? Hello, earth calling Mick?"
Marianella finally stopped her mouth long enough to look at her friend and wonder what was occupying her thoughts.
"Sorry Nella, I was thinking about my meeting with Ms. Takiyama earlier."
Michelle answered, not showing any real interest in Marianella's ramblings about whatever fun she was going on about. Marianella could see the change in Michelle and knew something had happened between them..
"What did that slanty eyed bitch want anyway?"
Marianella was as spoiled as Michelle was, coming from a family that catered to her wishes and whims like she was the sun, moon and stars. Her parents had given her everything she desired and along with paying her tuition, they deposited twenty-five hundred dollars a month for her to live on. They had originally started at fifteen hundred, but the little princess whined and complained that she wouldn't be able to live properly on such a small amount. When her father had suggested she try to get a part time job to pay for her spending and learn the value of a dollar, her mother had stepped in to her defense and said it wouldn't look good for her to be serving others, and it would interfere with her studies. Marianella was and still is, a spoiled brat supreme.
"She told me that if I didn't pick up my grades, I was in serious trouble of failing her class."
"Hey, were you crying? Don't let that bitch talk to you like that. You should have told her where to get off and shut the fuck up. It's our parents who donate money to places like this and pay for them to teach us. I figure as long as I show up and hand some shit in, they should be happy and pass me. You're so much better than she is."
Marianella told her as if it was fact, trying to convince her that she shouldn't worry about it, but Michelle wasn't buying it, she now knew differently,
"I told Ms. Takiyama I'd improve my grades and come in for extra help to get caught up. I'm going tomorrow after classes and she's going to tutor me."
Michelle began the set up to her plan that she had been thinking of, so she could get to spend that night with Komiko. The truth of her words were causing Marianella's face to take a look of shock.
"Are you fucking serious? The party is Thursday. Girl, you got to get your priorities straight. What good is an education when you know we're going to get the hottest guys and marry them. I mean, we've talked about it, like forever. You even said you were here just to land the right guy and let him serve you like a queen. We could have gone to almost any college, but we chose this one because it has more cute guys than anywhere else."
Marianella stressed to her to stay focused on what was, doing her best to get her friend out of her funky attitude.
"I know what I said, Nella. It's just Ms. Takiyama made me realize that I need to get an education, even if I did marry some rich guy. It's important for me to be self sufficient and respect myself and others if I want to succeed in life."
"Hello? Are you fucking serious? Where the fuck did that come from. You never thought like
before. I'll have to go and talk to that bitch and put it to her straight myself, if you're going to act like this. No way I'm going to waste four years in this place, studying shit I couldn't give a flying fuck about, and I'm not going to let you either. Deb will be here in a minute, as soon as she finishes changing. I'm telling her what I just heard and she'll tell you the same thing."
Marianella was incensed at the thought of actually doing school work and having her party schedule ruined. It went without saying the three princesses had the attitude that unless you were from their side of the street, you were trash. Michelle was beginning to see that they were wrong and a need to change was due.
"Maybe you should talk to Ms. Takiyama. I bet after an hour being with her, your attitude will change too. I'm understanding what she's been telling me and I have to agree with her."
Moments later the door opened and Deborah flounced in and plopped down beside Michelle.
"Hey Baby, why the long face? And why haven't we got those coolers on ice yet? Nella, open one for me, will you, I'm dying of thirst and I need a buzz to wipe the bullshit of today away."
Deborah said, flopping back on Michelle's bed with a pillow behind her.
"Deb, you are not going to believe what Mick just said to me. You want to tell her, or should I? Awww fuck it, I'll tell her. Mick here wants to actually get an education and that fucking bitch, Madame Slant Eye has her convinced she needs one. Can you believe it?"
Marianella told her while passing an open cooler to her and then taking one for herself. Deb sat up and looked at her friend after taking a large swallow.
"No way. You want an education? What happened to partying 24/7 and getting the cutest guys? You're joking right?"
Deborah was in disbelief too at what she was hearing from her friend.
.
"It's true. I realize I'm wasting my life just partying and waiting for Mr. Right to come along. Have you two ever thought about the possibility that we might just not get guys? What are you going to do then? I'm not going to live with mommy and daddy forever and I want to know I can make it on my own, without them."
Michelle stated with defiance to them and hoped they understood. She was grasping what Komiko was trying to get across to her and it was making more and more sense to her to change her ways.
