Inkish Megluth pondered the paltry list of candidabrum. He had whittled them down to two, a male and female human, and both were currently engaged in the grandest of all acts known as learning. Chance would have it that the pair were on the same planet, Earth, as it was named by those capable of doing so. Basal creatures had very little say on the matter.
Chance also had it that they inhabited the same swath of land, and were of the same age, spoke the same mother tongue and engaged in similar narcotics. Inkish was rather fond of the promiscuous one, but Chance would not allow him the final choice. Chance was not cruel, however, and it just so happened that the male and female knew one another, attending the same lecture while Inkish hovered betwixt the clouds in his megalithick arriviation.
The time was upon him. Spectators from Heovagnesh would be rapacious and moody by now and it would not do to keep them waiting. No matter what Chance decided, Inkish would likely be seeing much of both candidabrum either way. He slipped a pliffinae off his finger and flung it into the air.
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The second hand ticked slowly from the clock above Ms. Dubois’ head. Her chestnut hair was cut at her jawline, the equivalent of a male bowl cut except for the bangs. She was Bobby’s favorite teacher, based on the amount of cleavage the woman showed off and the occasional panty flash he had been treated to from underneath a dress. White panties usually, and they matched her skin. Pale as paper.
His jPhone buzzed, and he moved aside the notebook covering it. Flicking his gaze to the screen, he noticed there was no notification, but it continued rumbling. Megan fidgeted from the desk directly in front of him, her long black hair swishing as she turned her head. He reached for his phone, unlocking it.
“Who’s texting you?” Megan whispered, mirthful smile on her lips. She wore too much perfume, but her melons made up for the assault on his nostrils. They were huge, and she kept them confined most of the time, but Bobby had seen her leaning over a table once, pressing the golden-brown pillows out of the neck of her shirt. “You don’t have any friends.”
Bobby swiped past the home screen idly. “Shut up, ho,” he said softly. They were somewhat friendly and teased each other, but what she said was true, he had no friends, aside from Alessio, and Amanda didn’t count. He chalked it up to being weird and poor—his phone was nearly older than him—but he didn’t care much since all he wanted to do was play fitnight anyway.
“What would you know about hos’,” she said and turned around, facing the smart board, hair splashing his right hand.
When he reached the third screen, an unfamiliar app caught his eye; a winking smiley face. He clicked on it. The interface revealed a bunch of girls he knew, as well as his mother and three sisters. Their pictures came along with a zero percent marker in the upper right-hand corner of their corresponding photos. Scrolling through, he saw Megan on the list, so he tapped on her with a thumb.
There were lines of text like one of Mom’s grocery lists but with rewards. The first one reading, ‘Touch her hair: $15’. Bobby almost laughed and looked around. Some hacker was obviously fucking with him, but no one met his eye with a knowing smirk. On a whim, he quickly fondled a portion of the hair spilling across his desk.
His phone buzzed and a banner appeared at the top of the screen; a nemvo notification for $15. Bobby gasped. “Holy fuck,” he said, tossing the phone onto Megan’s hair without thinking.
“Ouch,” Megan hissed, leaning forward and away from what pinned her hair. “Fucking asshole.” She glared at him as she gathered her black locks in front of herself.
“Sorry, sorry,” Bobby whispered, holding up his hands.
Ms. Dubois heard the commotion and walked over, irritation clear in her features. “What is the matter with you two, cursing in my class,” she said, hands on generous hips, the outline of her underwear showing through the thin dress she wore.
“It was my fault,” Bobby said, wincing. “My phone slipped and landed on Megan.” He grabbed and swiftly locked it, knowing Ms. Dubois would surely take the thing now. But what the fuck was that app? Paying him for stupid stuff like that. His heart leapt.
Ms. Dubois’ face softened, red lips relaxing out of the scowl and into a flat line. “See me after class, and apologize to Megan,” she ordered. “If there are anymore phone incidents today, I’ll confiscate everyone’s. Got it?”
He felt the glares around him. Dubois was one of the rare teachers that didn’t mind seeing phones out, so long as they didn’t cause distractions. ‘Better eyes down, than heads down looking under the desks,’ Dubois had explained at the beginning of the year, ‘A treat for mature seniors.’ It seemed to be working for her so far. “Yeah,” Bobby said, nodding.
Running a hand through her hair, Dubois said, “Those damn phones.” She raised her arms in a helpless gesture. “How your parents haven’t killed you all years ago, I’ll never know.”
The class laughed as Dubois made her way to the front of the room. Bobby leaned forward. “I’m really sorry, Megan, I didn’t mean to throw my phone at you,” Bobby said quietly.
Megan pursed her lips, leaned back in her chair sideways, a few inches from his face. “A girl must have texted you to get that reaction or was it a boy?” she asked wryly. “Seriously, you’re such a virgin.” She waggled her fingers in front of his face. “That’s why.”
He moved his head, evading her painted nails. “I’m not a virgin,” Bobby said.
Megan laughed and patted his arm. “You need a girlfriend first, idiot,” she whispered. “We’ve been in the same classes since sixth grade, and I’ve never seen you with a girl.”
“Fuck off,” Bobby said, sitting back.
Covering her giggle with a palm, Megan turned around and adjusted her hair so that it tumbled onto Bobby’s notebook. He checked his phone, opening nemvo to make sure he hadn’t hallucinated everything. Sure enough, the money was sitting there. Fifteen dollars, ready to be spent. It had been sent from an account named sonofc.
Exiting nemvo, Bobby checked the app again, clicking on Megan. God, he thought, thumbing through the perverted options. ‘Cum on her hair: $2,000’, Cum in her mouth: $5,000’, ‘Get a blowjob from her: $10,000’. He grimaced. Is that how much of a loser I am? he thought, that a bj is that profitable? The option for touching her hair was still available, with a little box next to it, where a checkmark would go.
He reached out, scooping a tuft of her hair once more and rubbed it with his thumb before letting go. The same notification came an instant later. Fifteen more dollars, and Bobby took a deep breath, pulling up nemvo to check. It was there; $30 total.
Bobby was able to do it three more times before a checkmark appeared next to the now grayed out text. He perused his Megan options, ignoring the disgusting suggestions and looked for easier tasks. If some app from heaven was offering money for stroking girls’ hair, Bobby would oblige. His stomach still grumbled from the shitty free lunch.
The easiest options were, ‘Hug her: $50’, ‘Kiss her cheek: $100’, ‘Pat her head: $300’, ‘Pull her hair: $150’, ‘Get cum in her hair: $750’, and other variations of getting cum on different parts of her for the same reward. He was starving and seven hundred bucks was more money than he had ever seen. Bobby could go to mall for that much, buying shoes, sunglasses, new pants, anything he wanted.
He backed out of the Megan screen, scrolling through the girls. It was everyone he knew. Shaking his head, Bobby locked his phone; he could easily pat his sister’s head, hug her, and kiss her cheek. His twin sister at least. Brenda and Jules would be different, the former thinking of herself as a big shot with an important boyfriend, and Jules being a sloppy bum that never showered. He didn’t like his chances.
Clearing his throat, he hunched low and leaned toward Megan. “Hey, do you need a head pat?” Bobby asked jokingly but didn’t try anything. “Does it still hurt?”
“You better not touch me, virgin,” Megan whispered, craning her neck and looking at him.
His heart sank, but he thought he sensed some teasing in her voice. He wouldn’t dare act on the feeling though, yet. “I could pull your hair instead,” he said, matching her tone.
Her eyes widened slightly. “You better not,” Megan told him but didn’t move her hair from where it splayed across his desk.
Bobby blinked, heart thundering in his chest. He reached out with his right hand, carefully scooping a fistful of shiny hair, and he saw Megan’s large chest swell, taking in a breath. The girl didn’t say anything, just looked down, away. Met his eyes.
He pulled slowly, softly, feeling the strands go taut, and she didn’t fight it, instead, letting her head skew backward. His phone vibrated, and Bobby let go, some strands clinging to his sweaty palm. Bobby gulped, and Megan smirked at him. “Did that get your dick hard?” she asked, gaze flicking to where his crotch was hidden under the desk.
Her head was still craned over Bobby’s desk, and he blushed. “Fuck you,” he said, snatching Megan’s hair again. Pulled lightly. More buzzing, and his jeans tightened.
The bell rang. It was finally three o’clock and everyone in class broke into motion. Friday. Breathing heavily, Bobby relinquished the girl’s hair and risked a pat on her head. It was right there; he didn’t even have to lean forward and reach. His phone vibrated, and he couldn’t wait to find out how much he had earned.
Picking her head upright, Megan said, “You’re such a dork.”
He chuckled and got to his feet. The girl just let him do anything he wanted to her; she really must be a ho. Someone had told him that she sucked a random guy's dick at a party in front of everyone. “I think you just needed a head pat,” Bobby said and did it again. “Or two.”
She grabbed his wrist as Bobby pulled away. “I told you not to touch me,” Megan said, digging her fingernails into his skin.
“Ahh,” Bobby groaned. “Alright, alright.”
Megan smirked, releasing him. “I’ll bite your finger off next time,” she said and began collecting her things.
Her words sent a shiver through him, and he swallowed before tossing his book and notebook into his fraying backpack. Zipping it tight, he checked nemvo. “Oh, my god,” he muttered, staring at the impossible number onscreen. $975. Looking after Megan, who was shouldering her bag, he smiled.
She caught him. “What is it, dummy?”
Bobby shook his head. “Nothing, I, um,” he mumbled, feeling like he owed her some of the money. Scratched his ear. He peered at her full lips and tan complexion. Her wider than normal nose. “Hey, after I talk to Ms. Dubois, I’m going to walk to the mall. Do you want to come?” He didn’t know what possessed him to ask such a thing. It just slipped out.
Megan snorted. “Fuck no, virgin,” she said and walked across the isles of desks from where they sat in the front corner.
When the door closed behind Megan, Bobby headed for Dubois’ large desk. He snuck a peek down her blouse but there wasn’t much to see. “Ms. Dubois, I’m sorry for earlier,” he said. “I didn’t mean to disrupt class.”
Dubois gave him a slight smile, looking up from her computer and swiveling her chair to face him. He couldn’t help but notice her crossed, milky legs, dress riding up her thigh. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, waving it away. “I know you’re a good kid and senior year can be a trying experience. That wasn’t what I wanted to talk to you about.”
Bobby shifted uncomfortably, put a hand in his pocket. “Oh, what is it?”
The woman snickered and took a sip of coffee; her breath always smelled like coffee. “I’m old friends with your mother, Sharon,” Dubois said. “A few days ago, we got to reconnecting and hit it off like we never lost touch. You know, I changed your diapers once upon a time.” She pinched her nose, rolling her eyes.
He looked away. “Sorry about that.”
She laughed and stood, scrutinizing his face, her black glasses keening from side to side as Dubois studied him. “I knew you looked familiar, but the last name wasn’t ringing a bell,” she said. “You’re so handsome. The spitting image of your mother.” The woman pinched his cheek lightly.
“Thanks,” Bobby said and rubbed his arm.
Dubois plopped back into her leather chair, flimsy dress riding dangerously high, exposing her plump thighs. “I don’t mean to embarrass you and don’t worry, I won’t treat you any differently than other students,” she said and winked. “Chance has it that I live five minutes away from your house, and I offered to give you a ride after school. Being the final stop on the bus route must rob you of precious video game time. I rarely stay later than a few minutes after class.”
“Oh,” Bobby said, eyes going wide. She was right, the bus ride was terrible and took more than an hour for him to get home. It didn’t even drop him near his house. “Yeah, that would be great, but I was planning on going to the mall today. Do you mind if we start on Monday?”
“Going to pick up some chicks, are you?” she asked. “Or are you meeting your girlfriend Megan there? I see how she looks at you.”
“What, no,” he said, taken aback. “I was just going to walk around, maybe buy something. A shirt. Or cologne.” Megan didn’t look at him any sort of way as far as he could tell. She liked making fun of him… and letting him pull her hair. She had to like it, he thought.
Dubois smiled crookedly. “No problem,” she said knowingly. “If you stick around after school, I’ll assume you need a ride, if not, you’re on your own.” She stood and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her medium sized breasts into his chest. It was so abrupt that he stumbled but caught his balance a second later, returning the hug. Her back was warm, and he felt the straps of her bra through the dress fabric, and she smelled like flowers and sweat. “I can’t believe how much you’ve grown.” She rubbed his back before letting go. “Get out of here, I’ll see you on Monday.”