Mystic Academy Ch 04

"Good morning, Sir!"

Professor Lohar looked up from his desk as Bram held the door, guiding Megan into his office, while pushing aside the magnifying glass he had on an extension hanging over his desk.

"Mary! Hello!"

"Megan, sir" Bram said with a tight smile, "The professor is not always the best with names, Megan," he said slightly emphasizing the name.

"Oh, yes, yes quite," Professor Lohar said as he sat up, stretching his back with a grimace. "Thank you, Bram, I will speak with Ms. Megan here about her responsibilities around the academy."

"Yes, sir, of course." Bram looked over at Megan in her new work outfit, nodding slightly before shutting the door.

Megan nodded back at Bram, a subtle smirk letting him know she saw his wandering gaze, before turning back to Professor Lohar.

"Megan, please come sit."

Lohar stood, pushing in on his back as he stood. Behind his desk there were several arm chairs arranged around a low table. Lohar waved absently to one of the chairs as he lowered himself in another with a satisfied sigh.

"I really need to speak with the artificers to create a better chair," he muttered while wiggling back to settle before looking at Megan with a slight smile.

Megan sat across from him, self conscious of the low front of her skirt as she crossed her legs. Bram had taken her office coat before she entered the Professors lab, leaving her feeling slightly self conscious in the bra top and skirt.

She sat on the edge of the cushioned chair, back straight with her fingers wrapped around her knee, head tilted slightly since she had learned a while ago that people found that an attractive look for her.

"I understand you are somewhat familiar with the work we do here, young lady," Lohar said with a slight frown.

"Yes, sir," Megan said, time to wing it! "Your work focuses on certain animals and creatures, some rather exotic I am told. Professor Anahan spoke quite highly of you, sir. I believe he sent me a reference for this position?"

"Yes, Professor Anahan," she noticed a slight twinkle in Lohar's eyes when he spoke. "Gave quite a glowing reference, I must say. All but stated I absolutely needed to take you on as an assistant. How is his wife these days?"

"I wouldn't know sir, Professor Anahan kept his work and personal life quite separate. Which is quite appropriate."

Professor Lohar coughed slightly in his hand, "Yes, of course. Good, good. So, yes, our work here. As an academic zoologist I, we, study all fashion of fauna at this academy. You have experience in this work, so I am told, so you should find yourself fitting in quite well."

"Yes sir, I get along quite well and have experience in many different creatures, recently under Professor Anahan."

"Yes, he spoke of that," Professor Lohar said distractedly as if finally really noticing the woman in front of him, "under him," Lohar chuckled. Megan felt her cheeks warming but kept her polite smile in place. "I will need your assistance in conducting experiments with our guests here as well as supporting their general needs. You do not have issues with helping out with feeding and general care in the beasts environments, do you?"

"None at all sir," Megan said, swaying her shoulder slightly, "I really enjoyed working with the various fauna for Professor Anahan and look forward to continuing my practice in that field."

"Good." Lohar looked steadily at Megan for a moment, while she returned his gaze. This is it, she thought keeping her expression friendly but revealing nothing of her nervousness.

Professor Lohar shifted his gaze over her shoulder and snapped his finger. Megan heard the familiar sound of the Walara and took a deep breath as their chittering filled the lab.

"You have met the Walara," Lohar said with a slight smile, "They are somewhat a free-roam entity and again I must apologize for their behaviour but they seem quite fond of you."

Megan braced herself as she heard the now familiar noise coming from behind her. Keeping a slight smile, she flinched as she felt the impacts on the back of the chair and scrambling sounds.

"I did notice that," Megan said tightly. She closed her eyes as she felt the Walara swarm over the back of the chair and surround her. Their noisy chittering filled the air as they clambered over her. Megan opened her eyes, slowly wiggling until she was resting against the back of the chair. Lohar's Walara crawled over her, settling on her shoulders and legs, one sitting at the top of the chair, its fingers playing with the bun she had tied her hair back into before her meeting. She held Lohar's appraising gaze, don't let him see me flinch, she thought over and over.

The Walara settled over Megan, their cute little faces almost smiling. Hands clenched together she tried to hold still as their busy little fingers started creeping over her bare skin. Professor Lohar spoke aimlessly it seemed to her, describing the responsibilities he expected her to fulfill. Sitting on her lap, the Walara skittered their fingers over her belly, dipping into her navel and wiggling until she thought she would scream in laughter. When the ones sitting on the armrests started dancing along her ribs she twisted in the chair, moving her arms to cover her sides while keeping her arms tight against her side to protect her underarms.

Megan struggled to keep still, her body twitching as she bit her tongue to keep from laughing. A few times she had to reach up and pull her bra-top strap back up from the busy fingers. No way she wanted her new boss getting an eyeful of the girls yet!

"So yes, I think this will work out quite well," Professor Lohar continued, ignoring his new assistant being quietly swarmed in front of him.

"Thank you, sir," Megan replied with a high-pitched squeak as she pulled the strap back up.

"You have remarkable self control," Lohar said musingly as he watched Megan squirm in the chair. The Walara managed to pull an arm back and she finally let out a barking laugh as their fingers worked their way up her ribs.

"Thank you, sir," Megan squeaked before breaking into another laugh as they discovered a tickly squeeze spot on her thighs.

"Very good, enough." Lohar snapped his fingers again and the Walara reluctantly pulled back bit remained cuddled against Megan. As they eased off, Megan slowly regained her breath, adjusting a bra strap that had fallen a touch to far.

Pushing himself from the chair, Lohar gestured for Megan to follow as he started across the lab.

"This area is where I mainly work," he said waving his hand generally over various tables. "Sometimes I will have advanced students present, you will be assisting their work of course."

Megan walked along beside Lohar as he discussed the various stations and experiments, he was currently working on. His Walara, deciding riding Megan was better than walking, sat on her shoulders or clung to her legs. Frustrated, she had decided to carry two in her arms, constantly pulling her bra back in place as they tried to pull it aside.

"Sir, can I ask a question?"

"Yes, of course Megan," Lohar said glancing her way.

"It is with the Walara," Megan said with a hint of frustration as one perched on her shoulders slapped at her chest.

"Yes, I can see they do like you," Lohar said with a smile, "mischievous creatures they are. Picked them up on an expedition a few years ago. Mostly harmless although I'm told they do get a bit much at times."

Megan let out a squeak as her strap was pulled down by the Walara slapping her chest, prompting the one she was carrying to start tickling her breast. Frustrated and embarrassed she started jumping around and brushing them off until they all ran off chittering loudly. Within seconds they were gone but Megan could feel them watching from the dark corners of the room.

"A bit much, yes I would agree!" Megan said slightly breathless.

"Much of the work we do here will be like that I'm afraid," Lohar said. They stopped for a moment in front of a large wooden door with bands of metal strapping. "The Walara are well attuned to people and do let me know, in their own way, if they think someone may be a good fit in out department. "That is also the reason for your somewhat limited uniform?"

"So my clothes don't get destroyed?" Megan said with a chuckle.

"Frankly, yes." Lohar said, turning away, smiling at Megan's expression.

Megan's mind was racing as Professor Lohar worked the mechanism on the door. I'm going to walk around all day mostly naked getting constantly tickled and fondled by Lohar's creatures? The money is definitely good, thinking back to the papers she signed yesterday with Bram it was very good! Glancing down she brushed off a few stray hairs that had gotten stuck in the material of her top and her belly. And it's not like it's actually hurting, she thought as a smile twitched at her lips.

"Perfect," Lohar said with a smile as he watched her expression work through several emotions as she come to grips with the job, "Excellent judges of character! Now let's show you the rest of the department!"