Tuesday 19th March 2064
Suspected Terrorist Department HQ
Sergeant McKinnon sits at his desk, rifling through paperwork, wearing a plain white and blue suit. He hated this paperwork. He hated this suit. He glances up, seeing Captain Keary walking towards him.
"GS McKinnon."
The Captain was old and liked to use the FBI terms he'd known growing up. Most of the other officers had switched to using local police terminology, as part of a systematic effort to distance themselves from the exiled institution. Keary, however, was stubborn.
"Yes, sir?"
"Your numbers. How do I put this? Abysmal. Now I know you're more of an action man. Gung-ho type, what have you. But if you don't focus up and actually find some of these fuckers, you'll never get that chance again. Understand?"
"Yes sir it's just... well. They're good at covering themselves. Really good. No facial ID. And even when we do find some of them they never seem to do something, well, illegal, whilst we're watching."
"I don't care for excuses. I want people in cuffs or in body bags. Soon."
Tuesday 19th March 2064
Eureka University
In a rare turn of events, everyone is in the class, except Lisha. I close the door as Maddie comes in.
"Alright everyone get settled so we can begin class."
The door then swings open again, and Lisha steps into the room. She's wearing her school uniform... but no jumper today. She's wearing just her white blouse. It's tight, showing she's got a thin waist and large tits. Her top two buttons are also undone, a teasing view of her cleavage shown off. Not just that... her skirt which used to be around her knees, is now so much shorter, showing off her thick thighs. I'd guess it's even a bit shorter than Kaira's, almost teasing her panties. As usual, her hair is flowing down its full length, stopping around her breasts however today it's not a mess of knots and tucked under her hoodie. She's also applied make-up, wearing a red lipstick. Her eyelashes, eyeshadow, and blush as well make her face seem brand new. It's not as if her face is different, hiding any features. Instead, the make-up enhances her natural beauty, face shape, and contours. Her lipstick is showing off her plump lips, and her eye makeup is drawing attention to her pretty eyes. She looks less... tired and hidden.
Usually, she creeps into the room, but now she walks with a stride. Without fail, everyone stops their conversations, looking over. Watching her. As Lisha approaches her desk, Kaira gives her a smile, and a small high-five.
I can't help but watch her entire walk, and pay close attention to her short skirt as she bends slightly, putting her belongings on the floor. I can't help but wish I was one of the guys seated there, getting a front-row view of her ass.
Such a sudden transformation... I glance at Kaira... our words of encouragement. Did we inspire this complete change? Well... maybe it's a one-off... because if Lisha continues like this, that definitely won't help my attention.
I direct them to their next task and stroll to the back of the room. I like it at the back, away from the judging, prying eyes of the students. It's got a nice window view too. But that's not what I'm looking at today. From the back here, I get a side view of Lisha. Her leg and thigh sticking out the side of the Smartdesk, her skirt so much shorter now... I have been justifying to myself that jerking off to them was a mistake, a one-off sin committed to cleanse myself of those thoughts. However here I am, at the back where no one can see me, my cock growing harder and harder from looking at Lisha and her new makeover.
The class have stopped reading the document, and start looking around slightly to see where I am in the room. Lisha finishes first, as always. I blush slightly, quickly looking away as she slightly turns her head towards me.
I slowly pace to the front of the room again, letting everyone else finish up.
"Alright now I'd advise everyone remember that. We're now a few weeks into the course, and next Tuesday is the first test in the course. I will be referencing this text so I'd remember the highlights."
The class almost collectively groans. Curt's easily the loudest.
"But sir! We've only got a week now! You should've been telling us about this!"
"Curt. Come on. It's in the syllabus. It's got the exact date and more detail than you probably deserve. You should've read it. Hell, I went through it with you all Lesson 1."
Curt grumbles something back, too low to hear.
As the lesson continues I find myself unable to keep looking at Lisha, and I'm not alone. I catch every single guy in the class try glance over at her, almost as if checking if she still really looks like that. As they pack up, Curt saunters over to her desk.
"So... hey. Lisha. I just wanted to say, you know. You look really good today, I just want to say. I totally think this look suits and maybe well-"
Jude calls out from the door.
"Curt! Come on we'll be late."
"Uh yeah well..."
He turns around, but Lisha's already gone, heading straight towards my desk. I see her glance up at Jude, who shoots a knowing wink at her. Lisha stops by Kaira's desk first, whispering something then they both approach my desk. I subtly look them up and down, the two girls in their short black skirts and unbuttoned blouses an alluring sight.
"Hey girls! What's up?"
Lisha glances around, seeing the rest of the class is gone.
"Hi sir! I just had two questions. First, with the test, will we able to go over it in tuition?"
"Yeah absolutely. I can't give you questions obviously" I give a faint laugh. "But I can definitely help you understand the subjects and prepare."
"Hmm but what if I really want the answers?" Kaira asks, batting her eyelashes. Lisha gently punches her arm in response
"Ha-ha. Very funny Kaira."
She smiles back at me, but Lisha's already onto her next question.
"So... what do you guys think of my new look?"
"It looks amazing Lisha! Do a spin for us." Kaira responds.
"Yeah? What do you think Mr Anders?" Lisha does as instructed, but slowly spins around. Her skirt is barely covering her ass. So unlike before... Fuck... Can't stare too long.
"I-uh... I mean I don't know if it's appropriate... You know, whatever makes you comfortable. Uh-as long as it's in line with dress code, that is."
"Does this fit the dress code, sir?"
"Well-uh-uhmm. Technically no. But uh- I'll let it slide for today..."
"Why would you let it slide sir?" Kaira probes.
"Y-you know you're both such good students so I'm uh. A bit more lenient."
The girls both smile.
"Well... thank you sir. We'll leave you alone now." Lisha nods to Kaira and they head out together.
Friday 22nd March 2064
Eureka University
Kaira's desk is empty today. Her first time missing a lesson. Definitely not unusual, however both Eleanor and Theo are absent as well. I try and muster internal nonchalance but I can't help be disappointed she's chosen to skip class to hang out with her friends.
"Alright everyone now I'm going to give you 10 minutes to work on your test preparation. This is time to re-read and analyse the readings I've given so far; research more on these topics yourself; or maybe the most valuable of all, ask me questions. Use me as a resource while you have me. I'm more than happy to help you with anything, don't be afraid. No wrong questions, I swear."
Most of the class's eyes glow blue. If the schools coding is correct, they can only access school allowed sites, however students have found various ways around it, and if any of them dabble in netrunning the system would be easily bypassed. Some of the more wealthy kids even bring out physical textbooks. I keep an eye out, making sure everyone looks attentive enough. Then, from the back of the class, Maddie raises her hand.
"Uh hey, Maddie. You have a question?"
"I mean, I put my hand up didn't I?"
"Maddie."
"Yeah, yeah. Sorry Mr Anders." She sarcastically replies. " I have just one question. Is the test, y'know, necessary?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do I haaave to do it?"
"If you want to pass this class you sure do."
"I just.... Why does a 'creative writing' class have tests anyway? I thought for sure it wouldn't! Isn't that like, just not what you would do?"
"... Uh. Well. I mean it does, and the syllabus is publicly accessible, so if you looked before you chose, you'd know this."
"Why are you like this sir?! You seemed so chill, and I dunno, timid at the start. You've become such a dick."
I plant my hand on her desk, not to intimidate her per say, but to emphasize the way I tower over her. It's a cheap trick, but can help a little with dealing with the worst students.
"You can leave this class if you want, Maddie. Don't speak to me like that again. Just because your Daddy and Mommy have money doesn't mean everything. Especially in a city like this, right?"
She looks me in the eyes. Her expression is surprisingly hard to read. She looks annoyed, but maybe... impressed too?
"Okay... okay. Whatever."
"Why didn't you bring this up yesterday? Curt was complaining about the same thing. Why are you bringing it up now?"
"Wait... let me guess. You read through the guidelines after that. You don't think you can pass do you? That's why you're asking."
I know I'm right, and I know it'll offend her, but a spiteful part of me can't help get a dig back at her. Not a great habit for a teacher.
"No! What the fuck sir! I - mean. Look, who cares if I can pass your stupid course anyway!"
A bit of anger subsides. I untense my arm, and crouch down to be on eye level with her.
"Look Maddie, I know you don't care for me or this course much. But I can help you, if you're concerned about failing alright? Or even if you're not. I know you won't trust this because I've known people like you, but I truly won't judge you alright?"
"That's what all teachers say. So many of you put up this nice front, but it's all bullshit. Do you know some of my teachers- never mind. I'll manage on my own."
"I get that Maddie, I truly do. Promise I'll be different if you ever want to give me a go."
Sunday 24th March 2064
SUUPER Soldier Arena
After our match, Mercer and I stand around the entrance, MilZ, the owner, giving the next group a safety spiel.
"So. How did your lesson with this teen crush of yours go?"
"It's not a crush!"
Mercer raises the one eyebrow he has, the cybernetic eye's plating covering where the other one would be.
"I should never have told you about this."
"Don't throw a tantrum, 'mate', just tell me."
"Well, if you remember, she planned a joint lesson with another student."
"So dreams crushed."
"Well... uh. Not so much. You see, the other girl's real quiet and shy. Conservative type. Anyway basically she had to change into Kaira's-"
