'Stop' - A Magical Misadventure
This is not what magic was meant to be.
Magic was meant to be fun, dangerous, and maybe a little sexy... This was just fucking housework.
Lorelei knew that apprentices were meant to do most of the cleaning for their masters, but for God's sake she was a senior apprentice now, this was supposed to be beneath her. Clean-up duty was meant to be for junior apprentices. She hadn't slaved her tits off for the last four years to be stuck in here. In the Hall of Useless Artefacts as she called it.
Just outside the window, she could see all of her classmates in the courtyard practising their spells. Arcane sparks flew from side to side, apprentices levitated each other as the masters oversaw the practice, offering advice where necessary. Their cries of joy only made her angrier.
She should be outside with them, not stuck in here. This was apparently an appropriate punishment for her 'crime'. Since when was it a crime to practice magic on campus? Sure she had cast a spell on one of her classmates without permission, but it was her fault for getting in the way of the spell. Lorelei couldn't help but giggle to herself as she thought back on it. Mildred's face was priceless as she looked in horror at her breasts as they started pouring milk through her robes. It got even better when Lorelei got everyone to start pointing and laughing at her, calling her 'Milk-dred'. Not her best insult, but it stuck around for weeks. Lorelei last saw her waiting outside the therapist's office, her tits still full to bursting.
That was how she landed here, on cleanup duty for a month. It was such bullshit, the masters clearly had it in for her, it was just a bit of fun after all. She'd spent the last few days sorting useless and broken magical objects into boxes, listening to everyone else enjoying themselves outside.
She was startled out of her reverie by a voice on the other side of the room. 'Lorelei? Where am I supposed to put all these orbs? I can't find a box for them.'
Lorelei sighed. That was Thomas, a thin, young man maybe in his early twenties, his messy blond hair often hanging over his spectacles. Lorelei hated him. He was still in his first year as an apprentice and Lorelei had no idea how he got here in the first place. This was supposed to be a place of excellence, not mediocrity, and yet Thomas seemed to have snuck in somehow. He must have been someone's relative because there is no way he got here on merit.
'There's a box over here for them' She said, exasperation clear in her voice. 'What an idiot' she thought as he walked past her carrying a double handful of orbs. She watched him reach for the box she had pointed out. His scrawny arms were outstretched as he stood on his tiptoes. 'The fool is going to tip the box over, and I'm going to have to clean it up' she thought. She spoke a few sharp syllables and with a wave of her hand the box lifted with a whoosh of air and slowly floated to the ground.
'Thanks,' said Thomas, 'I owe you one'.
Lorelei rolled her eyes and walked around the corner behind a stack of boxes, ignoring him. 'Great, now I'm going to have to do twice this work given how inept Thomas seems to be.' She walked around a little further until she spotted a mirror.
She paused in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. She was looking good today. Her thick brunette hair flowed freely just past her shoulders. Her green eyes twinkled in the low candlelight and her red lips glistened. She was fairly petite and slender, but this only emphasised her perky breasts. She bent over and smiled as she looked down deep into her own cleavage. She'd always considered her breasts one of her better features. She stood back up and hiked her robes a bit above her knees to show off more of her legs. She gave a quick pirouette, admiring her toned ass as she went, and smiled at her reflection. 'Perfect' she thought.
'Hey, Lorelei?' asked Tom, almost startling her, ' how do we tell if one of these jewels still has any magic left in it?'.
Lorelei sighed. She knew in her heart that this afternoon would be nothing but stupid questions from Thomas. Then she smiled to herself, 'at least I can have a little fun while I'm here'.
'I'll come show you' she replied from behind a mountain of boxes.
Before stepping out she undid three more buttons from her top, exposing a deep V through her cleavage. Hiking her skirt up a little further to her mid-thigh, she then pressed her breasts together slightly with her arms and looked down at her handiwork.
She smiled to herself, with cleavage that good she was almost turning herself on. 'There's no way he'll resist', she thought.
Lorelei stepped out from behind the boxes and pretended not to notice that Thomas' jaw almost dropped. 'Excellent'.
'Show me what you've got' she said, smiling coquettishly.
He handed over a small green jewel on the chain of a necklace. 'I know we were told to be careful of anything magical, but how do I know if it's still got some left in it? Isn't this where they keep all of the broken objects?'
'Hmm, let me have a look.' Lorelei whispered, stepping closer.
As she pretended to study the jewel she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Thomas was taking every opportunity he could to stare at her cleavage. 'Right where I want him' she thought.
She made a big show of studying the object. Holding it close to her face, shaking it from side to side, looking at it through the light of the window. 'Here', she said eventually, 'if you look closely into the centre of it, there should be a small twinkle if it's still got some juice left in it, but I can't see anything in there.' She edged closer to him so that he could look at the same point on the jewel that she was.
This was, of course, bullshit. She knew that none of the objects in this room had any magic left in them, but she used this as an opportunity to press herself up against him. She could feel his whole body stiffen as her breasts pressed against his arm. His face started turning red and she had to stifle a laugh.
Lorelei often had this effect on men. She had gotten used to flirting her way through life. Exposing a bit of cleavage here, a bit of thigh there, a whispered thought at the right moment could have any man in the palm of her hand. She'd never really done much beyond flirting before, but that didn't stop her from enjoying it. This was going to be fun. For her of course, not so much for him.
'Oops!' She exclaimed as she let the jewel slip out of her hand and land on the rug beneath them. 'Let me get that'.
She bent over firmly pressing her buttocks into the unsuspecting crotch of Thomas. She almost swore she heard a moan as she pressed back harder. She smiled as she felt his now rock-hard cock pressing against her. He was a fairly big boy as far as she could tell. His throbbing cock pressed hungrily against her ass as it kept growing in size, every little movement making it twitch.
'Nearly got it' she said as she wriggled her ass against him. Now he was definitely moaning. Quietly, but definitely. She gave his cock a final brush before dropping to her knees and grabbing the jewel. She held it triumphantly in the air and, from her kneeling position, turned toward Thomas. 'Now the real fun begins' she thought.
She started at his crotch and with mock horror pulled a face of disgust. 'What the fuck is that!' She said.
Thomas looked down. His face immediately dropped. His now fully erect penis was clearly visible through his robes and, what was worse, there was a small precum stain right over the tip.
