"Let's do something simple next."
"If we must."
"Portugal."
"Easy, that's the one on the far left."
"Spain."
"That's the one right next to it."
"France."
"Oh come on, I've been there. I think I can find it on a map."
"Andorra."
This gave her pause, the cocky attitude fell away and she looked down at her textbook. "The fuck? Is that even a real place?"
"It is," I answered her. We were set up in the study. It had been a few days since I had first arrived at Woodham manor and so far was making very little progress. Annie's "condition" came with no shortage of difficulties, most prevalent of which was just getting her to pay attention for more than a few seconds.
I tried not to indulge her cravings more than necessary, my intention was to wean her off the constant stimulation she was used to and get her accustomed to something more stable but that was very much still a work in progress.
"Where the fuck is it?" She muttered, staring deeply at the geography textbook in front of her. This was a middle school level assignment and she was still struggling with it. I don't know if it was due to her condition or just that nobody ever expected much from a spoiled rich brat like her. "There's so many places that aren't Andorra..."
It didn't help that she was always trying to tempt me when her cravings started to hit. Most of the time it didn't work, much to her frustration. Even now she decided to wear her private school uniform. A white button up shirt with the school's emblem stitched into the chest. A dark red tie with yellow stripes. Both the shirt and the tie were unbuttoned and loosened enough to show as much of her cleavage as possible. A pleated plaid mini-skirt that was most likely several inches shorter than regulation. It was accompanied by thigh high white socks and shiny black shoes. Her hair was tied in pigtails and she wore glasses that I was fairly certain she didn't need. Really going hard on the clichés.
Though my outfit wasn't much better. A black suit jacket that was neatly fitted to my figure with a maroon button up beneath. A black skirt to match the jacket that hugged my hips tightly and came down to my knees, which were covered by nylon stockings with black heeled shoes. My hair was tied back with a band and in all fairness I was also wearing glasses I didn't need but they tied the outfit together so nicely I couldn't resist. They were small with rectangular lenses that hung just below my eyeline.
Annie crossed her arms, and likely intentionally, pushed her tits together as she looked down that the textbook. "Fuck it, I give up."
I pointed to the larger map set up with a yardstick I had found, "Right here," pointing to the small country nestled between the much larger Spain and France.
"Oh fuck off, seriously?" She asked. "I can hardly see that, I thought it was a smudge on the map!" She looked back down at her book, "This one doesn't even show it! It's just like a little dot!"
"That's why we study," I said to her, lightly tapping the yardstick in my hand.
She groaned with exasperation, sitting back in her chair. "I fucking hate studying," She said. "It's so boooring!"
I glanced at my watch, it was nearing the end of the day and she probably wasn't going to get anything more done at this point. I could tell she was at least trying to apply herself, I had to give her that. I couldn't really blame her, I was also a terrible student in school. I suppose she earned a reward for her efforts.
"That's what happens when you're such a bad student," I said to her seductively. "You fall behind, and in my class, bad students get punished."
