Just Desserts -Azecreth and Ulganna-

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Anya took in her new living quarters with more than a little disbelief. She had become so accustomed to her crappy apartment over the years that it was difficult to believe that such absurdly opulent dwellings were available to students. Even more so, she couldn't believe her plan had worked, and this place was hers thanks to a little initiative....and letting go of a little dignity. Anya walked around the place, overwhelmed by the presence of a jacuzzi in the restroom, which also had a walk in shower big enough for six people, as well as a king sized bed surrounded by layers of silk curtains. There was an additional room as well, though as far as she could tell it was empty. The place was all hers. The color scheme was all browns and reds, which she liked. It made the place feel cozy.

"Thank you mom. Thank you dad. I finally made it...." She whispered in Russian, her native tongue. She'd lived in the states long enough that her accent was very light, but if she was irritated or excited, she tended to slip back into full soviet mode. After wiping a tear from her face she jumped into the bed with a smile and a laugh. She didn't care anymore that she chose to give up her body for the accommodations. It was just sex. But this....this was her future. And she would pay any price to secure it.

Meanwhile....

"Hey Carrera! You waiting around for Tommy again? Wanna come over?" Carrera popped a bubble of gum as the text from one of her lackeys popped onto her phone. She liked calling them lackeys because she could pretty much get them to do anything she wanted. Sometimes it felt like she was a villain with minions at her command.

"Sorry. Gonna have a little fun in the locker room. Jealous?" She texted back with a smile. Tommy was the quarterback for the school's football team, and in the running for Valedictorian. Not to mention his father was a State Senator. Lots of people around the academy seemed to think he had a shot at the Presidency in the future. And he was wrapped around her finger, every muscular, dreamy inch of him. She wouldn't dare tell anyone, but he was sort of small in the pants area, but he was rich, and gorgeous, so she made do with toys when he wasn't around.

"You kidding?! Take pictures....you promised remember? Have fun bitch!" The light haired hispanic laughed and laid back on the bench in the school locker room. She was still wearing her gym clothes, a pair of tight fitting shorts that she chose because they showed off her gorgeous ass, and a equally tight tank top that stopped mid abdomen. She laid there for a bit, contemplating how she was going to blow Tommy's mind today, when she heard the locker-room door open. She smiled and rolled over onto her stomach, slightly poking her ass in the air.

"I've been waiting baby....I hope you liked your birthday present last week....because I thought we could do that again..." She grinned as she laid there, waiting to feel Tommy's strong hands on her dark skin.

 

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After her arrival, Anya would have some peace and quiet for a bit, time to adjust to the new space she had found herself in, the luxurious and probably overbearing accommodations that she had earned for herself through her sacrifice. Certainly it was well worth it, though it left one to wonder how the school even afforded to furbish the dorms like this in the first place. It wasn't as if cash grew on trees, especially for academic institutions, and yet this was here nonetheless. Someone had spent a lot for it. But at the end of the day, such things didn't matter to the new occupant.

Eventually though, whatever she might have been doing was disrupted by a knock on the door, short, yet firm at the same time. On the other side stood Leliana, an older woman and one of the employees of the college. She was well dressed, and she herself was more than aware of the price that had been paid by the current occupant of the room to get in here. And while she might have objected to something like this, given that it affected her now,she wasn't in any mood to complain.

"Anya," she asked, once the door was opened to reveal the girl inside. "Hello. My name is Leliana, and I'm the dorm supervisor. I'm just here to make sure you're settling in alright and are aware of the dorm rules. Can I come in?" Best to be courteous, even if this girl wasn't like the rest of the social elite here.

In the locker room, meanwhile, the door swung shut as Coach Rachel stepped inside, following the end of another long day of exercises. These sorts of things were always time consuming and difficult, but they were always worth it in the end. She had established quite a reputation as a coach since she had come here, and she would not allow herself, nor her team to slack and tarnish the reputation of this school. But it took a toll, both on the students and on her.

She sighed as she moved further in, past rows of beat up and painted lockers, working her neck and arms as she got rid of the involved stress. This sort of thing was such a hassle, really. But she could handle it, and take it. Shed done it thus far after all.

Instead though, an eyebrow rose in surprise as she rounded a corner to find quite the sight waiting for her. Well, she had a feeling that it wasn't waiting for her, but there it was nonetheless. That would be Carrera, a royal terror around the school, powerful and dangerous by half. Sadly for her, that sort of thing wasn't a deterrent when it came down to it. Especially since she had already seen some interesting things last week, and was more than prepared to act on them, if it meant getting the full concentration of one of her better players back.

So she acted, stepping forward and placing her hands on Carrera's raised ass as she spoke up. "You know Ms. Carrera, I do believe this is against school regulations." Well then, let the fun begin.

 

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Anya was almost unsure of what to do now that she had this amazing dorm room. Sitting on the bed she found herself overwhelmed. She'd become so used to living in a minimalist, one person flat with barely enough space for a small tv and a cot. Now she very nearly had her own house. She supposed she could turn on the TV, but she didn't really watch much since she worked so many hours. So even though she had time, she wasn't sure what she'd watch.


"Rrrrgh!" She tussled her silky white hair in frustration, then made up her mind. If there was one thing she had to do to break in this place, it definitely had something to do with that Jacuzzi. So she slipped off her clothes, grabbed a fluffy towel from one of the drawers, and headed in to soak away her worries. "Jacuzzi....fucking insane..." Even though she loved the fact that she could finally enjoy a hot tub, but the very idea that a SCHOOL was wasting money on such opulent dorms was insulting to a girl like her. That being said her hypocrisy became completely tolerable when she lowered her petite figure into the steaming water. "Oh gods...so worth it..." Only a few minutes after the whisper left her lips she started nodding off. Anya had no idea how much time had passed before she was started awake by a rap on her door. "Crap! Crap!" She scrambled to get out of the tub, swearing to herself thinking that maybe she wasn't supposed to use the tub or something.

"Hold on! I'm coming!" She threw a towel around her body and raced to the door, her body still dripping wet and pink from the heat of the bathwater. She was a little out of breath as well when she found herself face to face with one of the dorm staff supervisors. "I...ha....I'm sorry! I was um...well in the bath." Anya stammered out a response as best she could, hugging the towel to her body. "I um...rules? Oh! Yes I'm....well I guess I'm settling in....but no. No one has told me the rules yet....."

Meanwhile

"What the?" At first Carrera pushed into the hand on her ass, but when she heard the voice she spun around with a start. Shit! Of all the teachers on campus, Rachel was the worst in her opinion. She was the only one that Carrera had never been able to intimidate. It didn't help that she was very popular with the sports teams, and her success in the League gave her a lot of stretching room with the academy's owners....including her father. Still, Carrera couldn't show fear.

"You want to take your hand off of me now. I could make your life into a nightmare with a single phone call." Anyone else and that would have been one hundred percent accurate. Even the Dean had on several occasions been scared out of punishing Carrera by the girls threats. But Rachel....she was hard to scare....not to mention she was more than a little scary herself. She knew if the woman wanted to drag her out of the locker room and up to the Deans office, there was literally no chance Carrera could resist her. "Better enjoy your hand while you can. My father is going to love this." She moved to take a picture with her phone, and saw a return text from Tommy. Shit! Carrera had forgotten after the shock of her coach grabbing her ass, but Tommy was in the building. She panicked. If Tommy walked in right now, he would be in more trouble than her.

"What? Y..you think I care about regs?" She stammered a bit as she tried to pretend to casually check her phone. However she quickly hammered a warning to Tommy via text. 'Gotta raincheck. Had 2 leave. Meet L8tr?' She then set the phone down and turned onto her side. The only thing she could think of was to act casual, and distract Miss Rachel until Tommy was nowhere near the locker room. For all she knew he was just outside the door. "So? What do you think you are going to do? Give me a verbal warning?"

 

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Leliana glanced downwards when Anya opened the door to reveal herself in a towel, as any sane person might do in that situation. It was certainly a worthwhile sight, that much was for sure, and she had to clamp down on herself to focus on what she was here to do, rather than any other contradictory thoughts that may have gone through her mind at the moment. There would be time for that sort of thing later, but not right now. She was a professional after all.

"It's alright," she said dismissively before stepping inside, moving to the couch and sitting down, with a glance given to Anya to make sure that she was okay with that. It was unfortunate timing, but this sort of thing had to be done at the end of the day. Procedures and all that. She wasn't one to ignore the responsibilities that had been given to her.

Once seated, she pulled out a piece of paper and handed it over to the girl. "Here's a list of the rules of this dorm, though I expect it's things you've seen before. Lights out at 11, be considerate of your neighbors, report any damages, that sort of thing." She glanced up, ignoring the towel to meet the student's gaze. "Any questions?" She didn't expect so, but she would give the girl a moment to look over the page and take it all in before making assumptions and going on. Just to be fair.

Meanwhile....

Rachel couldn't help but smirk a bit at Carrera's sound of surprise at finding that it was her, rather than someone else at the moment. She could only imagine what the student was thinking right now, since they didn't exactly see eye to eye. If one didn't consider that an understatement anyway, based on how often they went at each other, and the fact that Rachel was the only one here who could effectively stand up to her, both by her own influence and by her natural personality.

"Of course you could," she replied with laced sarcasm, unintimidated by the promise of retribution and ruining her life, just like how she hadn't the last time. If she wanted to bring Carrera to justice, they both knew that she could do it if she wanted, and there was nothing that she could do to stop the Coach. That was accompanied by a snort as the defiance of regulations was stated, her all too well aware of that fact. But now, now things would be different.

She shook her head then, standing back up and folding her arms. "No. We both know that a warning won't do anything. I have something more effective in mind." She reached into her pocket then, pulling out her own cell phone. The students weren't the only one to take advantage of modern technology, for which she was grateful.

With that said, it was a few click of the buttons before she turned the phone around so Carrera could see, and what she would see wouldn't exactly thrill, with it timestamped to last week and showing her engaged in very 'heated' activities with Tommy, that birthday present of his. Truly, she had been very lucky to get this, and she took on a triumphant look as she waited to see how the student would react. "How about this then. You do what I say, and this doesn't get sent to the entire board of Directors, including your father, and get put up on the internet." Check, and mate.

 

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From the moment Leliana entered Anya's room, the youth became more and more anxious with every passing second. Anya didn't know this lady, she was very pretty with lovely red hair, and she seemed nice. But the late hour seemed odd. Part of Anya wondered if she was really here to explain the rules....or to capitalize on Anya's deal. Anya had already made up her mind, deciding the sacrifice of her body was worth getting a leg up in the world but that didn't make the situation any less sleazy in her mind. She didn't miss Leliana's downward glance either, but if the teacher was here for Anya's services then she was being very indirect about it.

"I um...yes that all seems pretty reasonable." Anya settled down on the couch next to Leliana, still unsure of her intentions. She read through the paperwork quickly, as it was all mostly common sense or rules that she was already aware of. Though one part did stand out. "So I may end up with a roommate?" Anya glanced down at the paper, then up to Leliana before blushing and looking away. It said that open rooms could be claimed at any point. "I um...will that...I mean won't that...interfere with..." She wasn't a very forward person, and though she was comfortable with the idea of sex, she'd only had one experience....a poor one at that which ended before her cherry could be popped. She took a deep breath. She needed to act like an adult. If she was going to live with it, then she needed to be able to talk about it. So she looked Leliana in the eyes. "Won't that complicate things for staff when they come to see me? I imagine it would be hard to hide sex day and night from another student..." Anya blushed as the words left her lips. She gripped her towel tightly. When a sudden realization dawned on her....she had no idea if this woman was in on the deal.

Meanwhile.....

The teenage Latina had started to get comfortable with her ruse to distract Coach Rachel when the older woman brought Carrera's world down around her head. Threats were one thing, breaking regulations and disrespecting staff she could get away with easily. But the video on Rachel's screen could destroy Carrera's future in so many ways. Not only her but Tommy as well. It was as plain as day too, he video was neither low quality or poorly shot. She was there, clear as day sucking off Tommy's best friend as he fucked her from behind. It had been his birthday request, as Tommy was a closet bisexual he wanted to double team her with another guy. She cursed herself on the inside, remembering how she almost refused, and how by the end she'd had an amazing time.

"You...BITCH!" Carrera exploded, standing up to her feet and throwing her phone at the coach, which bounced off her hard abdomen like a toy. "You think you can do this to ME?! YOU?!" Carrera had gone from cheekily confident to hysterically angry in a matter of seconds. "I am going to end you! I'll have your fucking job! I'll have you sweeping the fucking streets outside my mansion before you show that to anyone!" The latina had little in the way of tact when she was level headed. Now that she was angry, she'd nearly forgotten the severity of what she was saying. "My father will skewer you alive! Tear you down and destroy any reputation you THINK you have you big ass....over muscled....over compensating....BITCH!"

 

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Leliana sat and watched As Anya read through the documents, the woman already intimately familiar with all of them. It was her job to know them, and she prided herself on that fact. admittedly it caused some stress and headaches, especially with managing a dorm full of students, but at the end of the day she considered it worth it. And side benefits like this with the girl that was here now only made it all the better. After all, she had to get the stress from this job out somehow.

"Yes," she confirmed with a nod when asked about roommates. That might be the one complication to this whole situation, but that was how things were. Regulations were regulations after all, and with housing the way it was here, they couldn't afford to leave a room to a single occupant, not matter how awkward it might make things for those currently living there.

That was taken with another downwards glance before Leliana's attention returned to Anya proper, forcing herself away from being distracted by things like that before business was concluded here. Which admittedly wasn't easy since it had been some time since she had been able to do anything like that, but she was too invested in her professionalism, to let it slip. "It is my understanding that that will be something for you and the staff to work out. If I receive any complaints I will let you know. Rest assured we will not pair you with any random student that applies for a room." God no, not if they wanted to keep their jobs and avoid a lawsuit. So hopefully that would provide enough comfort for the moment.

Meanwhile....

Rachel raised an eyebrow as Carrera practically exploded, throwing her phone, which did not damage and barely hurt, and erupting into yelling. Well then, this was unexpected, at least for her own part. One would think that the girl could appreciate the severity of this situation as the video continued on, but it seemed that that wasn't the case. Well, it wasn't her problem, now was it? She had the evidence and she planned to take full advantage of it, whether Carrera liked it or not. If this was the only way to end her antics and lording it over everyone, then so be it. She wasn't above taking the risk.

"I see," she replied calmly, glancing at the phone before looking back to the fuming girl, keeping her own tact and wit about her and emphasizing just how hysterical the student before her was becoming when faced with this outcome. It was actually pretty pathetic and disgraceful, if she was to be honest with herself. Certainly she expected better, if not simply more, from someone so ostensibly powerful and popular.

Then she shrugged, pulling the phone back and bringing it up so she could manipulate the screen and type, moving on to the next step in their supposed game. "Well then, if that's the case, I guess you don't mind if I go and send this off right now, do you? If this is my last day on the job I might as well let all the facts be known, right?" She internally smirked as she waited to see what Carrera would do with that. Given how she currently was, it was sure to prove interesting.

 

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"Ok that's good..." Anya sighed in relief. She'd been worried that she'd have to try and keep secrets from other students, which was stress she didn't need. All the rules seemed in order, pretty standard. The youth set the paper aside, noticing the brief glance Leliana made towards her person. Anya shifted awkwardly in her towel. "I...um....so will you be...." Anya glanced around nervously, not sure of how to state this. "....taking advantage of my...um....services?"

Anya didn't actually know how many futa were in fact staffmembers here at the academy. She only knew of a handful for sure, and Leliana was a new face since Anya had never even set foot in this dorm. "I don't mean to pry....but I don't want to be stepping on eggshells figuring out where everyone stands." She built up a little courage. "You don't have to feel bad about...um....using me." Anya's hands went to her thighs. It was weird saying it out loud. "Its just sex."

Meanwhile....

Carrera almost melted as her explosion of anger did nothing to Coach Rachel's composure. The hispanic hated that about the woman. No matter how much she pushed and pushed, the woman didn't budge. Every other fucking person in the school gave in to her demands at the drop of a dime, but not this bitch. Carrera rubbed her hands together nervously, her tantrum being shut down by further threats from her coach.

"No wait!" She rasped out quickly, trying desperately to salvage something out of this. Inside she was steaming, but being beaten wasn't something she was used to, and the idea of her father finding out about that video was absolutely terrifying. It was like all resistance was forcibly shoved out of her by a few short sentences and a stern glare from Rachel. Maybe it was time to change tactics....

"Alright....I get it." Carrera was at heart a spoiled brat, but beneath that was a borderline sociopathic survival instinct. Rachel had her by the throat, so the only thing left was to submit, and get her stupid demands out of the way. "I'll do whatever you want if you delete the video."

 

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Leliana held back a wince as Anya voiced her question. Had she really been so transparent and obvious in where her bodily desires swung, or was it just a result of their current topic of conversation and Anya wanting to know if she would have to go about fulfilling her position and the agreed upon deal right away. Admittedly either was possible, but she had the feeling that it was the former more than the latter, and she could only chastise herself for it. What sort of professionalism was this, that she would be so noticeable even to her students.

She sighed then, keeping her gaze fixed and doing her best to not let it drop once again to those thighs and what might be beneath the towel. "I cannot let my own personal needs distract from doing my job," she said firmly, though it was obvious that she was struggling with herself in that regard. She wanted to keep up her appearance and her determination, yet it was proving harder and harder to do so in this situation. Perhaps if Anya hadn't been dressed as she was, but the student could not be blamed for that.

For now, she merely had to endure, and then perhaps she could worry about such things later.

Meanwhile....

Rachel didn't bother hiding her triumphant smirk as Carrera dissolved under the imminent threat, the girl powerless when it came down to it. She wanted to survive, valued her reputation above anything, and when she was faced with something such as this, there was nothing she could do about it. In the end, so long as Rachel had this and held firm, she would always win over the spoiled student.

She hummed then in thought, head tilted upwards as she kept a tight grip on the phone, just in case Carrera got any smart ideas and tried to grab for it in some desperate attempt to prevent what was to come next. She had gotten this far, and she would not let it slip away because of some shortsighted error on her part. With this she could at last put an end to their rivalry, and that was all that mattered to her.

"Anything, you say," she mulled aloud, before lighting upon an idea, grin intensifying. "Well then, since you seem to like putting it out so much, you're going to let me and my friends among the staff fuck you. Whenever we want, and wherever we want. And if you don't, well, you won't have to worry about it when you aren't attending this school anymore." she had all the advantages here, and she was ruthless in using them to her advantage. In the end, Carrera had no choice, if she wanted things to stay as they were.

 

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Anya smiled at Leliana's response. Somehow she'd expected to be ragged already, to have people lining up at her door. Perhaps that was her negative side showing, assuming the worst of people. But Leliana seemed genuinely interested in keeping things professional. Still, by the woman's words she wasn't entirely free of needs, and had already considered them apparently. It definitely endeared her to Anya in a weird way. Anya actually found herself sort of attracted to the woman, and she wondered what sex with a futanari was like. She wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't very experienced either, and she'd never been with a futa before.

"Well thank you. I appreciate your honesty...but..." She curled up the towel in her fingers. Was she really going to do this? Yes....yes she decided she would. "...I'm not going to lie Miss Leliana. I'm a bit nervous about all of this." She looked away with a bit of a blush. "I'm not backing out...its just...You seem...nice...considerate. Can I ask you a favor?" Anya took a deep breath and set her jaw. It was time to grow a spine. She stood up and let the towel fall.

"I want to be ready for this...my decisions." She turned around, catching Leliana's eyes with her own. "Could you...stay with me a bit?" She wrung her fingers anxiously, her skin flushing pink again from being completely naked in front of the futa. "I...I...want to be ready...for whatever is asked of me...."

Meanwhile....

"You...you...CAN'T be serious?!" Carrera's jaw dropped as Rachel laid out her demands. The WHOLE staff?! Because of her connections she knew how many futanari were hired at the school. They did so under the radar in order to get tax breaks without causing alarm amongst the parents, and as such there were DOZENS of 'women' like Rachel at the academy, all of which Carrera had made trouble for at one point in time or another. The hispanic teen struggled for a response, as she had none. Nothing had changed just because the demands were insane. She still had no options to resist, nor any recourse....at the moment anyways. She steeled herself. In the end that was the only option she did possess. She would endure, she would survive, and she would get payback in the end.

"Ok....I understand." The idea of letting this dick-woman touch her, much less fuck her was disgusting. She'd put out for plenty of boys before, and had even blew one of her male teachers when she was fourteen at a different school in order to pass a test, but never for futanari. They were freaks as far as she was concerned, mutants at best. But nevertheless she sat down on the bench, choking back the desire to tackle Rachel into a locker and gouge out her eyes. "What do you want me to do?"

 

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Leliana was caught by surprise as Anya rose and let the towel fall away, to reveal her nude body to her while at the same time voicing her desire to learn more, and to have the woman spend a bit more time with her. What that entailed need not be guessed at this junction, and she would admit that it was extremely difficult to resist automatically agreeing in the first place. But it seemed her professionalism was enough to keep her restraint, even as her body began to react.

She paused, as if somehow picking up on the effort it had taken for Anya to do this, and the attachment she felt with the older woman, though that was far from the case. Instead it was practical considerations. Schedules, meetings, and the like. Her veneer had to hold, even in the face of her desires. Otherwise she would not be long for this position. But at last she relented, shifting in her seat to accommodate what was currently happening. "I suppose," she said with a hint of resignation, like she was being somehow forced to do this.

Her hands rested in her lap as Leliana fixed her gaze on Anya, a neutral expression painted on her face as she did her best to keep her eyes from roaming and taking in every detail. It was very, tremendously hard, but she did her best as her breathing deepened slightly. "Is there any particular area of your duties you would like assistance in," she asked calmly, forcing the emotion. It was not some trick, but to ensure that Anya had the say in what she wanted to happen next. It would not be fair either way, and Leliana would not let that professionalism she favored drop. So, asking it was.

Meanwhile....

Rachel wore a shark like grin as Carrera sputtered and panicked over what she was being asked to do. Well then, it seemed that the girl knew just what she was being asked after all, which was fortunate in terms of intimidation, though unfortunate in that she knew exactly how bad her situation was. The surprise factor had been lost, but the coach would take what she could get. She still had the upper hand, and both of the were acutely aware of it at the moment. So let her complain and fret all she wanted. There was only one conclusion to this.

That grin only deepened, if such a thing were possible, as Rachel gave in at last, realizing that she had no choice and sitting down on the bench. It was all too good, and the coach relished the power that she had now, the chance to finally get some well deserved payback for all the arguments and clashes. Yes, she was definitely going to enjoy this. Whether Carrera did as well, though, that wasn't exactly her problem, now was it?

So the coach took a step forward, hands resting on her hips as she eyed the defeated girl. "The superiority, the adrenaline, the power she had, it was doing quite a number, and she could feel herself getting hard already, her length straining against fabric as desire grew and hormones began to flow. "Lose the pants," she instructed, gesturing to the shorts that Carrera currently was wearing. It was a natural first step, and she waited impatiently for Carrera to do it, to see if the girl was going to be stupid at the last second or not. Either way, she wouldn't mind.

 

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Leliana's restraint confirmed Anya's trust in the older woman. Not any kind of sincere trust, it wasn't like they were friends or anything at that point. But it was obvious that the woman was attracted to her, and so the fact that she was being so controlled showed Anya that she wasn't there just to take advantage of the situation. Anya smiled, relaxing a bit before sitting back down beside the redhead, brushing her platinum blonde hair over her ear. She then leaned over and kissed the woman on the cheek. Somehow Leliana's demeanor completely disarmed the girl, stealing much of her nervousness right from her.

"Well I've had sex before....just not with...well...a woman like the ones here." She placed a hand on Leliana's. "And it wasn't much of an experience at that." She blushed, realizing how open Leliana had made her without even trying. "I...I would like to sleep with someone who is going to respect me first. So I can get used to this whole situation." She swallowed hard, her mind automatically sending her eyes downward, wondering if a futanari's penis was different from a mans. She lost her virginity only a year prior, to a young man who wasn't very well endowed...or experienced. "You seem....like you have more control than most....so...would you like to sleep with me tonight?"

Meanwhile....

Carrera bit her lip and did as she was ordered. She wasn't dumb, though she was pretty much a psychopath she had eyes, and she could see the strain Rachel's cock was putting on her gym shorts. That thing was twice the size of Tommy's, and that was a little scary in its own right. Rachel in general was starting to become scary. Her size, her muscles, her manner....she almost wondered if the teacher was as much a sociopath as she was. Slowly she hooked her thumbs into the waistline of her shorts, and slid them down. Of course she wasn't wearing panties as she'd planned on fooling around with Tommy. So once they were around her feet, nothing hid her shaven pussy from view.

"Go on. Do what you want bitch." Carrera spoke in a hushed tone, defiant in any way she could be, but accepting of the situation. But she'd be damned if she had to look at the mutant as she had her way. Carrera turned around, leaning against the locker. "Just get it over with..." She gritted her teeth and waited, enduring whatever pawing or groping the teacher forced upon her. Unfortunately she hand overestimated her control, and very quickly her pride overwhelmed her resolve. "NO!" She hissed and spun around, trying to swat away whatever 'affections' Rachel may have been applying, desperately trying to slip past the larger woman and make for the door. Her pride and desperation caused her to fall as she'd forgotten that her shorts were still around her ankles. She made a rather pathetic noise as the wind was knocked from her lungs upon landing hard on the tile. "Not me....not to me..." She groaned as she tried to scamper away from Rachel, and disoriented as she was, inadvertently heading into the shower rather that towards the door.

 

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Leliana nodded in understanding as Anya explained what it was she was looking for in the first place. Certainly she didn't feel any attachment beyond the bonds given to her by her job towards the student, but that would not prove a deterrent. As it stood, the efforts to keep herself under control were quite easily resolved with that rationalization, making her more willing. It wasn't as if she was simply going to jump the girl, but she would fall more into the mindset of allowing it to happen, more than anything else. And that was something that neither party would disagree with, that was for sure.

She didn't object to them touching hands, though a flickering glance was sent down to the contact. But she amost immediately returned to the conversation, listening calmly as everything was explained. That seemed reasonable,and it would provide her some benefit at the same time, as Anya had to be aware. Then again, if she hadn't she wouldn't be asking for this now, which made it all the more obvious.

"I can agree to that," she said once Anya had finished, adding a nod. So long as she didn't go crazy, there shouldn't be any problems. At that she would glance around, trying to pick out which bedroom Anya was sleeping in in the first place. Somehow she had the notion that doing it out here in the living room wouldn't go over that well, what with the possibility of being walked in on and all. But she would wait to hear the girl's preferences before making that decision. Anything she could do to make the student more comfortable.

Meanwhile....

Rachel's grin only widened as Cerrara did what she was told, sliding off her shorts before looking away. She would admit, it was quite the rush. Not simply just seeing some naked girl in front of her, though it was, but also the authority, the power, the ability to get people to do what she wanted. She wasn't some sadistic bitch who got off on suffering like the girl in front of her did, but even she could admit that there was something satisfactory about the sort of influence and control she had over the people who listened to her. But she doubted the girl would appreciate that.

With Carrera seemingly ready, Rachel advanced, returning her hands to slowly rub at bare skin. It didn't get her any closer to getting off, but there was another purpose to it. She wanted to tease, to savor the victory she had attained at last over the biggest problem student she knew. And to humiliate her was just another part of that. She would make sure that Carrera never forgot, so long as she was in this school.

Then things suddenly changed, as Carrera decided to back out and pushed her away, much to the coaches surprise. It was that surprise which allowed the girl to get away, but even then it wouldn't last as she tripped up on her own clothes, sent tumbling and forced to crawl if she wanted to get away. Sadly for her, Rachel was quick to recover, and she followed along calmly, even jovially as she noticed that the girl was headed into the showers rather than towards the door. Wellthen, this was going to be fun.

She'd wait as much as she needed to before acting, dipping down to grab a handful of Carrera's white hair before yanking hard, pulling her to her feet and slamming her against the wall of the shower. 'You just made this a whole lot harder on yourself," she growled, still triumphant in her victory. At that point she would think only of herself, and as she held Carrera in place against the struggled, the rage, and the panic, she reached down to drop her shorts, letting her cock spring free from it's restraints. Shifting forwards, it would press against her rear, before glazing down skin to end up at her lower lips, while anticipation rose. Time to have some fun.