Sr Clever Girl

The Slut Rose: Clever Girl

*Author's Note - This is a standalone story, but if you want more background on the Slut Rose and Slut Spray, please read "The Slut Rose: Origins" and "The Slut Rose: Hammer".

Ding dong!

The doorbell rang, breaking up Julia's quiet afternoon. Surprised by the interruption, she walked across the foyer and opened the door. The sunshine and warm air from the late spring weather cascaded through the screen door.

"Brooke?" she said, surprised to see the young woman standing at her door.

"Sorry to just show up, Professor." Brooke lifted her bound art portfolio to hand to her. "I finished my portfolio for my class and was wondering if you could look it over."

"Sure," Julia said, remembering that she said she'd look over the portfolio for her ex-student and friend's daughter. "Why don't you let me have it and I'll bring it back to your parent's house by Wednesday." She took the large bound work from Brooke's hand, looking at the cover.

Brooke looked sad and scared. "Oh, please, it's due on Monday! If I don't get an A on my portfolio, I'll have to retake my 3D Foundations class and my parents will kill me."

Julia remembered that the girl had fits of drama frequently. "Oh, please, your mother is very accommodating to you. I'm sure she's not going to mind if you need another year."

"You are an amazing teacher, Professor Carleton. I know you can save the day if you let me come in. Even if just for an hour!" Brooke begged, folding her hands together in front of her in her plea.

Julia looked at her watch and tried reasoning with the young woman. "Look, my boss is coming over in like thirty minutes. I know college is pretty hard, but it does prepare you for the real world."

Brooke started crying and continued to beg. "Please professor, just for a little bit."

Julia couldn't take any more of this drama. She knew she didn't have much time to deal with her, but maybe it wouldn't take much time to just finish it. "Oh, uh, honey, come in. I've got like half an hour, maybe forty minutes. We'll see what we can accomplish."

Julia stood back from the door to let Brooke come in. Instantly, Brooke's tears seemed to dry up and the teen was smiling once more. She closed the door behind them and led Brooke to the dining room.

"Come over to the dining room table and we'll have a look at it," she said, pulling out a chair for herself and sitting in it. Brooke took the seat next to her.

Julia opened the cover and began scanning the artwork. She didn't study it in depth, but felt that her comments after a quick view would give Brooke enough to work with. "This looks pretty good," she said as she got about half-way through, already coming up with a few helpful suggestions.

Brooke's cell phone dinged indicating she received a text message and she looked at it. She didn't appear to be happy with what she saw and put it aside on the table with a disgusted sigh, bringing her attention back to the professor.

Julia looked at her, a little unhappy with the distraction. "You should always turn off your devices while working. You can't have distractions when you have deadlines."

"Uh," she groaned with exasperation. "It's your daughter. She's mad at me." Suddenly she shifted gears back to her report. "Did you see how I made the archway look like it was coming off the page, just like you taught me?"

Julia looked surprised and confused. "Why is Morgan mad at you?" she asked.

Once again, Brooke looked a little disgusted about the text. "Oh, she didn't want me to come over to your house." She then quickly deflected back to the portfolio. "Do you like the coloring I used in that one? Is that a good shade or should I go darker? I'm going for an eerie feeling."

Julia was still puzzled, setting the portfolio down on the table. "Why in the world didn't she want you to come to my house?"

"Because I'm going to seduce you," Brooke said, smiling smugly. She opened her purse and started looking through it, as if looking for something important.

Julia looked at her, stunned at first and then smiled at the obvious joke. "You have quite the imagination, which is a good thing when you're an artist."

Brooke lifted a small, one ounce spray bottle, looking at it as if verifying it was what she was looking for, then extended her arm, pointing it directly at Julia.

"What's that?" Julia asked in surprise.

"Oh, just a little concoction I found on the internet. It worked well to make your daughter more fun so I figure it'll work well on you, too." She pumped the top and a spray of pleasant smelling liquid squirted into Julia's face. Julia had raised her hands and turned her face to deflect it, but was too late.

"I... I can't believe you just sprayed me with that!" Julia said loudly, wiping the liquid off her face with her hands and seeing if any of it got onto her dress. "Oh my gosh!"

"It smells nice, though, doesn't it?" Brooke asked, lowering her arm, but ready to spray again if needed. Morgan only needed to be sprayed once, but she wasn't sure how much Julia had received.

Julia looked at her wet hands and could smell the sweet liquid. It was sweet... wonderfully sweet in fact. She brought her hand to her face and sniffed it again and again. She'd never smelled anything so nice before. "Yes... it's..." she said absently.

"I knew you'd like it," Brooke smiled, putting the bottle back into her purse. It was the best purchase she'd ever made. SlutMist, as it was called, was a bit expensive, and probably illegal, but her mom, Sophia, helped her with that part. In fact, it was Sophia that pointed it out to her in the first place. She'd used it a few times herself on a couple of her own friends. When Brooke mentioned both Morgan and Professor Carleton as her potential victims, Sophia was extremely interested.

Julia sat in shock as Brooke unbuttoned her blouse, slowly exposing her naked flesh behind it. She could just barely see the swell of the young woman's breasts, her nipples just hidden behind the thin, white material as it hung like a curtain in front of her eyes.

"Okay... that's enough," she said, finally waking from her shock. "It's obvious you're not interested in my comments on your portfolio. You should just leave." She closed the folder on the table, sliding it over to Brooke.

"Sure!" Brooke said, surprisingly, picking up her phone and rummaging through it. "I've got other plans if I fail college anyways. Did you know that JerkyTube is buying amateur lesbian videos? And they're paying extra for blondes!" Brooke turned the screen towards Julia, allowing her to watch the video that was playing.

"Oh my... oh my God," Julia said as recognition hit her. "No... that's not my daughter. Oh, God, is that my house? Is that my... bedroom?"

"Mmhmm," Brooke said smugly, turning the phone back around and watching for a moment herself. "The video keepsakes were all Morgan's idea. I didn't think they were gonna come in so handy. She's the biggest sorority slut on campus. Did you know that she even held a fundraiser so that girls could come and fuck her just so I'd have material to send to the site?"

"What?" Julia was in complete shock. This was her daughter Brooke was so casually talking about! "She's not into girls! She wouldn't do something like that. She didn't!"

"Oh yes she did!" Brooke smiled. "They are the hottest lesbo videos I've ever seen in my life! Hold on," she said as she moved through her phone again, looking to show another video. "They're in my favorites folder."

On instinct Julia grabbed her phone and pulled it away from her.

Brooke just looked at her with a self-satisfied grin. "I have copies on all my devices. It doesn't matter if you take my phone."

"Listen," Julia said, trying to reason with the young woman sitting in front of her. She whipped up as much of her Professor look and attitude as she could. "Morgan wants to be an artist. And she's talented. A hell of a lot more talented at it than I am, even at her young age. Image is everything in this industry and if you dirty her name, you'll prevent her from getting the job of her dreams."

"So..." Brooke said licking her lips. "You're telling me you want to show me your tits."

Julia was completely shocked. "God..." She shook her head, setting the phone on the table. What was happening? "I don't have time for this. My boss is coming over to have an extremely important conversation with me. This is just too much!"

"It might only take a second, but I can leave if you want me to," Brooke said, picking up her phone again. She started up a video recording, pointing it at Julia.

Julia shook her head. "You won't be taking video of me you criminal," she said as sternly as she could muster. But she knew it sounded weak. She knew she sounded compliant.

"Criminal?" Brooke giggled. "I much prefer when you call me honey and darling, but sure. Whatever." Brooke stopped the video and put the phone back down on the table. "I guess I'll be ok with an undocumented glimpse. But it's not nearly as much fun. You should ask your daughter. She much prefers to be on video for all to see."

She sat back, looking at Julia expectantly. Julia waited, wondering if this was all just one big joke.

"Well?" Brooke said, sliding a hand inside her own blouse to caress her nipple. "I think you wanted to show me something."

Brooke sighed in satisfaction as Julia reached back and unzipped her dress, pulling it off her shoulders and sliding her arms through to bare her entire torso. Her black, satin bra covered her breasts and a nod from Brooke made her remove it as well.

Julia watched the young woman's mouth curl in pleasure when Brooke pinched her own nipple while looking lewdly at Julia's breasts.

"Mmm, nice... nice tits," Brooke said softly. She pulled her own blouse off and laid it on the table, then cupped and caressed both her breasts. Both women sat next to each other, topless. "Tell me you see me as a woman and not a girl."

"You're twenty. You've been a woman for some time now," Julia said covering her breasts with her hands. "I also think you're pretty clever. And I think you could be pretty successful if you could just harness your energy for positive actions."

"Pinch your nipples for me," Brooke ordered her. "They look delicious and you need to relax. You're uptight."

Julia hesitated, but felt her nipples hardening. She felt her pussy getting moist being so close to this beautiful, young woman. She'd never felt this excited by a woman before... but... something was different this time.

"Are you afraid of me?" Brooke asked her, leaning forward and touching her chest. Julia's hands kept Brooke from touching her breasts. "Are you afraid of me touching you?"

"I am not afraid of you," she said weakly, shivering, feeling her resolve falling as Brooke moved closer and caressed her chest, shoulders, and arms with both hands. Goose bumps formed all over her body and she shivered.

"My mom taught me how to tell when a person is lying," Brooke smiled as she stood. "And your lies are easy to see. I know you want this. I know you crave this."

"Look," Julia said, trying to regain her position of authority, she was twenty years older than this young woman. "My boss is coming over to discuss a letter I wrote about next year's curriculum. This is... this is just too much right now. I want you to leave, but..." she panicked for a moment, holding up a hand in supplication, thinking of what Brooke might do. "but I don't want you to do anything rash."

Brooke smiled and leaned in to the professor, kissed her softly and then pulled back, her lips hovering just above Julia's lips. "You want a video of me, don't you? Something to remember me by? To masturbate to later maybe? Pick up your phone," she ordered as she backed away a little. Julia slowly picked up her own phone from the table and, with shaking hands, started to record a video, pointing the phone at Brooke.

Brooke swayed and danced seductively as she removed her pants and panties, getting completely naked. Then she touched herself, touched her body, pinched her nipples and circled her clit. Spreading her legs more, she slid two fingers into her pussy while she watched Julia's reaction. Julia was breathing hard, but kept filming her entire dance until Brooke moved forward and sat on Julia's lap.

Brooke grabbed Julia's phone and held it out to the side to video them both together. She touched Julia's breast then leaned in and kissed Julia, making sure to capture it.

"My little pussy-licking slut wants me," Brooke said, looking directly at the camera.

She giggled as Julia tried to grab her phone back, moving it so that it was constantly out of her reach. In just a minute, Julia grabbed the phone from her hand as Brooke gave up the game. "You know, when you were my professor, I would sit in the front row," she said, starting to grind on her lap. "And I would wear my tiny, little miniskirt, thigh-high stockings, no panties. And then I would cross and uncross my legs, just to see what you would do."

"I don't remember that," Julia said, blushing.

"Oh, I doubt that," Brooke giggled softly. "I know for a fact I got a reaction out of you once or twice. I bet you played with your little cunt after class, didn't you?" She reached down and picked up her phone. "Here... I have a re-enactment here. Let me send you one of Morgan's videos." In just a moment her phone chirped, indicating the video was sent.

Julia shook her head. "How? How did you turn out like this?"

"Well," Brooke started, pulling Julia's hands away from her breasts, one at a time, and teasing her nipples. "Right after high school, Amy Stuart came on to me and started fingering my pussy right after classes ended. I was sitting in her lap, just like this, and her hand was between my legs, two fingers inside me, her thumb strumming right over my clit. Oh it felt so fucking good! Then just before I came, Gretchen Bartlett walked in."

Julia's nipples were so hard and so sensitive. She could barely think as the young woman teased her, pinching and strumming her fingers over them.

Julia closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. "This is not what I want," she said.

"This is not what I wanted either! Who knew goody Gretchen was going to come in and ruin what could have been the most single-handed, most epic fucking moment of my entire life!"

"What?" Julia said, shaking her head in disbelief. "I'm talking about these videos. I'm making a mistake. I'm stooping to your level and we both know that's not necessary."

"But yet," Brooke said, leaning forward and kissing Julia again. "You won't make me leave. A part of you doesn't want me to leave, because you want to see what I do next. You want me to fuck you."

Julia blushed a deep red that ran down into her chest. Brooke ran her fingers over her skin, following the flush, giggling.

"You know... there's no one to interrupt us tonight," Brooke said softly, her fingertips sliding over Julia's hard, sensitive nipples again. "I think you're sitting in wet panties and you're wanting me to take them off." She reached down between Julia's thighs and slid her fingers over her panty-covered clit, making Julia tremble.

Julia shivered, but felt unable to stop the young woman. "I'll make sure you never see me or my daughter ever again."

Brooke giggled. "Oh I don't think you'll do that. I don't think you'll want to do that. In fact, I think you'll be begging for me to come over and fuck you. Just like Morgan does. All... the... time."

Julia looked at her in shock as Brooke leaned forward and kissed her roughly, pushing her tongue deep into her mouth as the young woman ground her pussy against her abdomen. Brooke knew things changed when Julia stopped squirming away from her kisses and started kissing her back. Brooke slid her entire body against Julia, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh, and wanting more and more contact.

"You like this?" Brooke asked as her hands grabbed Julia's breasts firmly, squeezing them and pulling her nipples as Julia gasped helplessly. "You have such great tits," she whispered. "Nice, big tits." Then she leaned down and sucked her nipples into her mouth, licking, sucking, and biting them. Julia squirmed in pleasure.

"Brooke," Julia begged, gasping. "Please! I'm just not interested in girls."

Brooke smiled at her devilishly. "But your body is telling me something very different, Professor." As she leaned in and resumed kissing her, she slid a hand back down between Julia's thighs, to tease her very hot and wet pussy. "Mmmm, your pussy is so soft," Brooke purred. "I'm going to make you cum harder than you've ever cum before."

Julia felt helpless as Brooke was free to touch her any way and anywhere she wanted. And she did. Julia had never felt so overwhelmed, so excited before. She felt powerless to stop her. But then she glanced at the clock on the wall and it registered that her boss was still coming.

"I... I can't do this. My boss is coming soon. What are you doing?" she said, trying to stop the young woman from touching her. She squirmed, trying to get Brooke off her lap, trying to keep her from touching her pussy. But her attempt was obvious and weak. And she failed.

"You're not going anywhere," Brooke moaned into her mouth as she kissed her again. "I still haven't made you cum." Brooke slid her fingers into Julia's panties and slid first one, then two inside her wetness. "Ooh, your pussy is nice and wet for me. I told you that you wanted this."

Julia groaned loudly, her hips moving to betray her excitement. "Stop this... I'm... I'm not interested. I'm not," she said, but obviously her voice was disconnected from her body.

"Yes you are. Your pussy is telling me so," Brooke said. She pulled her fingers from Julia's panties and raised them up, licking them and sucking on them, then sliding them across Julia's lips before kissing her again. "Ooh, your pussy smells so good."

She stopped and slid off her lap. She grabbed Julia's arms and made her stand, then pushed her face down onto the table.

"Bend over... you've been a bad girl, Professor," she giggled, pulling Julia's dress and panties down her legs and off. She tossed the material onto the table and grabbed Julia's ass roughly with one hand, while the other held her down on the table. Julia was panting as Brooke brought her hand down roughly on her ass, spanking her.

"Oh my God!" Julia yelled loudly, trying to move away. "You can't..."

"I can and I will!" Brooke said, smacking her ass again and again as Julia squirmed beneath her. Julia's ass was growing pink as Brooke's hand smacked each cheek again and again. When she stopped, Brooke slid her hand up the inside of Julia's thigh, making Julia shiver. Julia moaned when her fingers found her sopping wet pussy and strummed her clit.

"Oh, you definitely like being spanked, don't you? Your pussy is soaking wet!" Brooke said, sliding her fingers deep into Julia's wetness. Julia moaned, her hands trying to grip the table beneath her, clawing at the wood. The coldness of it's hard, wooden surface felt so good against her hard nipples.

Brooke lifted one of Julia's legs, putting it on the table, spreading her wide open before resuming her fingering. Brooke's twisting and thrusting fingers were driving Julia crazy! She'd never felt so on fire before, so horny and needy. And Brooke was hitting her spots just right. Brooke moved in close and licked her pussy, flicking her tongue over her burning clit, making Julia jump.

"You like getting your pussy licked? Yeah? Has anyone licked your pussy lately?" Her tongue moved fast, swiping across her clit before she nibbled on her labia. "Look how pretty it is," Brooke said loudly. "So wet! You like it on your clit right there?" she asked as her fingers swirled over and pinched her sensitive nub. "Yeah? Oh, sensitive little clit, isn't it?"