"Those fucking Sorority girls piss me off, flaunting themselves... buncha whores. Especially that head bitch; Heather," Taylor gripes.
"High school was a long time ago, We're in college, it's like a new life," Jack replied.
"Yeah but she always made my life hell. Made me an outcast and either stole, or cock-blocked any guy I was trying to date. I can get even with her now, I'm not that depressed, timid girl I used to be."
"Hey, Morticia... this the new bee eff," Heather walked up.
"You have like a thousand dicks to be gang banging, you sure you have time to talk to me?"
"Just wanna catch up to an old friend, that's all. Besides... I don't know how you did it; but your emo ass, always seemed to have good taste in boys... mmmm like this one. Either they made good boyfriends, or good fucks," she sneered.
"I wouldn't know."
"Pity. We should hang out, see if your taste hasn't gone bad."
"I'd rather play blindfolded on the expressway. You hens, go lay some eggs somewhere, before I channel Aphrodite or somebody and beat you all within an inch of your life. Fuck off."
"Well... somebody thinks they have a back bone. Is that the kinda girl you wanna date; some violent, pathetic freak?"
"We aren't dating, and I know your kind. You remind me of my cousin, I wouldn't fuck you with your own dildo," Jack grinned.
"This ain't high school anymore, those rules don't apply," Taylor waved her off.
"This is going to be fun," Heather smirks, walking off.
"Bitch," Taylor snapped.
"Witch," Heather replied.
"Don't you fuckin forget it," she waved a finger at her direction.
The heel snapped on Heathers shoe, causing her to stumble in to one of the girls, who's coffee spilt on her shirt.
"Oh my fucking god," Heather screamed, drawing peoples attention in the café.
Taylor burst out laughing, causing them to turn and look.
"You did this!"
"I put a spell on you.... And now you're mine," Taylor sung.
"Did you really do that," Jack asked.
"Maybe. Could be karma. So you really wouldn't date her, how about just a fuck?"
"I'd fuck my sister first, and neither are my type," he laughed.
"Are you gonna get a girlfriend?"
"Ehh... I'm keeping my options open. She seems kinda hard-headed, might need to toss a few more hexes het way, to keep her from snatching your boyfriend away."
"He's a weeb that likes anime and big titty goth girls, I think I'm safe."
"You sure he likes you for you?"
"This again? He doesn't get the pagan thing, but I think we're doin okay so far."
."I just don't- "
"Don't want to see me used and hurt. I know."
"You didn't... give him a love potion or spell did you," he side eyed her.
"Love is something you don't wanna fuck with. Besides, I did that to lose my virginity. Had to figure out how to erase the dudes memory of me, long story short."
"You never told me that. Ya know if you just asked... hmmm?"
Taylor gives him a look.
"I mean... woulda been easier than dealing with the dangerous effects of a love spell."
"What would you know..."
"Remember when I went to that camp; my parents found all the pagan and wiccan stuff I was looking up."
She gives him the same look.
"Surprise."
"Go to class," she gets up.
Later that evening Taylors boyfriend snuck in her dorm room so they could hang out. They've been catching up on anime they've missed, he's hoping to get a night cap.
"I checked out Paranoia Agent, I just didn't get it," Darius brought up.
"It's a psyche thriller, takes an intelligent mind," she smiles.
"I'm intelligent!"
"Maybe. Hard to tell when I where this top," she poked at her tits poking out the top.
"My weakness," he reaches for her skirt.
"All right, Miroku."
"Please... let me see your panties," he begs.
"You're such a letch... Brook. I'm not wearing any," she laughs.
"You're such a tease. Taylor the tease. I got something you might like," he clicked in to a file folder on his laptop.
"What's that?"
"Queens Blade; has action and nudity... girls fighting with their boobies."
"I might like it, but it's not gonna turn me on."
"It kinda turns me on."
"Gee..."
As they watch the first episode, she can tell he has a slight erection.
"You're getting turned on, and it's not even hentai... you're pathetic."
"Whatever."
She moves, sitting behind him on the bed, working her fingers, causing his zipper to open, and rising his cock out. Slowly she strokes the base of it.
"This what you want her to do with her hair?"
She snaps her fingers, dropping her top, laying her head on his shoulder, pressing her tits in his back.
"Should I pause it?"
"Nah, if you can make it through the episode, I'll reward you," she kisses him.
"Why do you always make me fight for sex," he moans.
"Goth girls don't give it easy," she ran a finger up the bottom of his shaft, "as long as I don't touch the top, should be easy."
Darius tries to concentrate on the show, even with armor breaking battles, it was hard keeping attention away from his lightly stroked cock.
"This is pretty good. Would you fight like that, if there was a Kings Blade?"
"Ummm."
"You could pierce the tip of your dick, and use it as a whip. Would you whip me with your dick whip and tear off my clothes," she coyly asked.
She strokes a bit closer to his cock head.
"Wrap it around my neck and pull me to my knees in submission. Maybe if you trained hard, maybe you could stiffen it enough to shove it down my throat, have it snake down out my ass, and in to my pussy... hmmm... better yet; coil it around my legs, holding me upside down as the head slips inside my pussy, wiggling around in me until it pumps me full of cum that makes me your slave."
"You're cheating," his voice cracks.
"Am I?"
"You're going to high."
"Am I," she leans around him to look, "I guess I am."
Taylor pushes him down, climbing on top of him, still stroking him.
"Oh sweet goddess."
"That's my line," she scooted up.
