Paris France...
For a high honors school for genius IQ's, studying sure took the fun out of life. While many of the students enrolled here at the Academy took things far more seriously than some, a certain U.S. citizen abroad by the name of Elliot Needy just could not resist mischief. His papers thus far had been exemplary, exceeding a large portion of his classmates in this six-month quest for star power. Only ten percent of these students in a class of 120 brilliant young scholars merged alongside older classmates who existed from prior years of just such a program would make the grade needed to continue on and join them. Elliot thus far was in the top 2 % and killing it. Even when his brain wandered toward his girlfriend Giselle LaPute his intelligence soared, perhaps just wanting to impress her mother Brigitte, a woman who pretty much didn't like him outside of his brain.
One of his teachers, hottest of the hot, Brigitte was just so high up on the mighty when it came to her occupation that she rarely communicated on a social level. All business except for one thing. She sure didn't dress like a teacher. The outfits she was getting away with wearing was a true test of her students worth. If their grades were high, then they were dedicated. If they were low, it was pure lust. Psychology! She might have been the smartest person on campus.
"How does she expect us to listen to her lessons? Her breasts are ready to emerge." Brahms Zoabi scratched his head and murmured to his lab partner Elliot. "I would give anything to lose my virginity to her."
"TMI Lullaby!" Elliot grinned, wagging his pen between his fingers. "I've seen her naked. Fucking her daughter." Now who was offering too much information. Not smart for someone so smart.
"You have not. Nor are you." Brahms rolled his eyes, the Israeli boy in total denial over such a possibility. As if taking a dare Elliot quietly sat up straight and took out his cellphone and shared a nude photo of Giselle. Brahms bulged his eyes at the blonde beauty posing on her knees riding a dildo stuck to the floor of the campus library. Hands in her hair she beguiled Elliot when he snapped the pic. In awe, Brahms stared at Elliot, "How is this possible. You are not worthy of her."
"Sez you, numbnut! I lost my virginity ages ago. Looks has nothing to do with it. Now in your case you better cough up a chunk of your inheritance just to get a piece of ass. No bitch is going to want a class act like you." Brahms had a humongous nose, almost a beak on steroids. "Polly just wants your cracker. Definitely not you." Elliot tapped his own nose. That made Brahm's fume. "Relax! I'm just messing with you. I know I'm not all that, I just know how to get shit done. Giselle's in love with me."
"Ms. LaPute allows this love?"
"Oh, hell no! Mommy doesn't know. She's too busy with her own social life to keep track what her kid does. All she really cares about is her careers."
"Careers as in plural?"
"Yep! Not only is she a professor here... " Elliot lowers his voice, "She's a bitch Dom at home. Ties guys up and does unspeakable things to them. I've never once seen her be taken by a guy, it's always her in the lead."
"You lie."
"Not all the time." He chuckled. It was then he wished he had taken pictures or video of Brigitte in her basement dungeon the night he snuck on to her property to hook up with Giselle. He was still kicking himself for not being sneaky. Giselle just kept him busy, his feelings for her off the charts. Love came out of nowhere for the both of them. Maybe it was due to Elliot keeping her cam shows secret and even helping her make money. Odd that he didn't expect his cut for services rendered when he would pimp out his own mother Margo. Of course, he was getting laid. Money in the sperm bank.
Leaning back Elliot tapped the long desk behind him to attract the attention of his roommate Farouk. Quietly, he whispered, "Hey Fuk? Tell Brahms here if I'm lying?" The Egyptian young man swiftly looked at Brahms and shook his head. "I'm getting Farouk laid on his birthday. My slave back home in the states is flying over next week. She looks just like Brigitte up there." Again, he shared a photo of his adopted mother Margo Needy. "See what I mean? They could easily be sisters."
"This is beyond imagining." A nude pic of Margo gave the boy an idea what Brigitte would look like naked. Instant erection the boy blushed and scooted closer to his desk. "I must study."
"Study her ass cheeks sticking out from under that short skirt she's wearing? She just loves writing on the chalkboard. Especially, when she runs out of room at the bottom and has to bend over. Heaven, forbid she drops her chalk. Like... right about... now." As if obedient to some mental will, Brigitte LaPute dropped her white chalk and bent over to pick it up. Her sheer black panties hid nothing. Narrowing between her thighs, a thin section of her labia slipped free. "Countdown... 5... 4... 3... 2... " Up she went and back to writing formulas. She didn't miss a beat, even if her students did. Hearts were stopping in the lustful pose. Even the girls in the class were swooning. European girls especially loved their fellow ladies. So, it seemed! Seamed even!
"Work your magic friend Elliot." Farouk whispered, Brahms hearing him. "Help friend Brahms establish a girlfriend."
"Whoa! Quit pimping out my talents Fuk. I'm not a miracle worker." He chuckled then leaned into Brahms, "Now that's a lie. You want LaPute there?" Eyes trembling the boy shot glances between Elliot and Brigitte as she continued her vocal lessons. Pausing at the chalkboard Brigitte turned on her six-inch stiletto heels and faced the class prepared to ask a question of one of her students. In her scrutiny of candidates, she began to point and dropped her chalk again. This time bending forward her bulging breasts tightened up and strained the buttons on the front of her dress. Holding firm, her chest creeped upward, and a very fine areola slip occurred over both bulging melons. Her bra beneath was only for lift, there were no cups. Ignoring the wardrobe malfunction, she collected one piece of her broken chalk. The second piece had rolled out toward the class. Elliot in seeing that mishap jumped from his seat and gave chase.
Rolling under the desk of a girl with cherry blossom hair, strawberry blonde that is, he crouched to retrieve the chalk and saw up her skirt. No panties on, she even widened her knees for a better view. Piercings over her pussy made Elliot stare. "Hurry if you please, Monsieur Needy." Brigitte seemed almost jealous of the girl's actions, taking away her own glory. Elliot stood up with the chalk and looked at the girl. She blushed, he winked, students hurled, well, felt like it. Elliot was no charmer to most of them. The girl seemed fine though. Interesting!
"Special delivery!" Elliot twisted in step as if Fred Astaire and stepped forward to pass the chalk to Brigitte. "May I say your dress is stunning today, Ms. LaPute."
"As always, Monsieur Needy. Return to your seat." Whirling in step Elliot started for home base. Flipping his tongue out at the blonde she lowered her head as if humiliated. "Mademoiselle Hunt?" It only got worse; Brigitte was calling on Lydia Hunt to answer her aforementioned query. Stunned the girl pepped up and answered it to the best of her ability. Wrong answer but half right, Elliot jumped in with a rescue attempt. Saved, Brigitte applauded Elliot for his knowledge. "You would do well Mademoiselle Hunt to aspire to be as bright as Monsieur Needy."
"Yes Ms. LaPute." Lydia pouted then shot a glare at Elliot. Asshole! Yep! Elliot had that magic touch. So much for another twat shot.
"If you need a tutor, I'm available." Elliot spoke out. If looks could kill! The whole class would be pointing daggers. "What? I'm just trying to help the lovely Labia... LYDIA!" Everyone suddenly laughed at his error. Now Lydia was smirking. Magic! Elliot was pure mojo. That alone was enough for Brahm's.
"How much?"
"How much for what?"
"To bend Ms. LaPute to your will."
"Ah! Hope your daddy is rich." Like Farouk's!
"My father works for the Mossad. He is at the Israeli embassy here in Paris."
"Mossad? As in spy stuff? That must pay good."
"Oh, yes! He develops spy tech for our country."
"No way! James Bond stuff? Maybe Ms. LaPute can be the next Bond girl." He chuckled. "Miss Oui Oui LiQuerre!" Dead audience! "As in Licker? Oui Oui... Dick! Dicker Licker? Oh, come on Lullaby. Where's your sense of humor?"
"What do bonds have to do with anything?"
"You don't know who... what Temple Mount did you crawl out from under Zoabi?" Brahms simply shrugged. "Let's talk over lunch. You're buying!"
"Lunch is free for students."
