Chapter 33: Threads of Friction

Alexis leaned back against the wall and tapped at her phone. A pair of white, wireless buds emerged from her ears, but they were purely for show. Her eyes occasionally moved as someone stepped by, but she barely seemed to react as she occasionally moved her lips and nodded her head as if synced with a song.

When a few women approached the open door of the classroom on the other side of the hall, Alexis quirked her brow. Her lip twitched into the faintest bit of a smile.

She remained against the wall, waiting.

After another few people entered, and then another, Alexis glanced side to side, and followed the next woman into the lecture hall. It was a sizable room with each row of seats slightly higher than those closer to the front of the class. She moved towards a corner in the back, and watched discretely over her phone as everyone entered.

When the class began and the professor began lecturing on a topic that Alexis clearly couldn’t care less about, she frowned.

Every so often one or more students would sneak in late, or step out either briefly or without returning. While her glances were subtle enough that they might be dismissed as simply being distracted by the movement in the room.

By the end of the class, Alexis was outright scowling with her arms crossed over her chest. Students began to filter out, and it seemed as though the black-and-blue haired girl was going to follow them but she only went so far as to wait against the wall where she could glance between the seats, and the front of the room.

When most of the students were gone, Alexis took a deep breath, and her frown fell away to reveal a soft smile. She adjusted her glasses, adjusted her braid so it sat just perfectly over her shoulder, and approached the professor who was just tossing some of her things into her bag.

“Hello! Miss Quinn…?” Alexis’s voice was a cute chirp, soft and unassuming. It was enhanced all the more by her outfit, a pair of stockings starting just below her jean shorts, and a black top that hung around her upper arms while leaving her bra straps visible over her shoulders. A bit of cute gray fringe fell over the sleeves that ended poofy and translucent over her elbows. “Do you have a moment?”

The professor adjusted her own glasses. Red hair fell across her face, but not even the cute freckles under her eyes could diminish the aura of maturity she radiated. She wore a blue single-breasted coat over a white blouse, her legs hidden away behind an appropriately mid-length black skirt and a pair of sheer stockings.

Her curves of her heavy breasts, and her full hips made it impossible for even such a chaste, professional outfit to be anything short of alluring to a discerning pair of eyes.

“My office hours aren’t for another hour, but I don’t have another class right away… And I always try to have a little extra availability.” The professor’s smile softened as she looked quizzically to Alexis. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in my class before, but you can still call me Rachel.”

“I was actually here taking notes for another student who couldn’t be here today…” Alexis bit her lip. “And there were some things that I didn’t quite understand, so I’m not sure if I took the best. She wanted to be here, but she’s been going through some rough times lately… so…” Alexis sighed, her voice lowering, softer, quitter, reaching a harmonic pitch that made threads between Rachel’s eyes shudder. “Could I pick your brain about a thing or two…?”

Rachel’s lips parted uselessly, only to fall shut a moment later. Alexis’s hand reached up, falling so that her palm was up. Though no one still in the room could see, a thread from her hand nonetheless reached out, and twined with something still vibrating between Rachel’s eyes. When she moved her finger down, back up, and down again, Rachel nodded.

Alexis purred, and curled her finger.

In one perfect moment, all of Rachel’s muscles clenched, and she took a half step closer to Alexis. Her shoulders slumped, and her green eyes were hidden behind low-hooding lids.

“That’s lovely. But since you don’t have office hours for a bit… why don’t you come with me…?” Alexis giggled, and rocked on her heels as she moved her finger to make Rachel nod again. “Goodness, you’re just such an agreeable professor… I really appreciate that!”

Rachel’s eyelids twitched.

Her lips rubbed together.

Her hips swayed.

“Doing… something… to me…” Her voice was a sharp, plaintive whine that was all the more pitiful by how quiet it was. “I’m not… trying to… nod…”

“Of course I’m doing something to you, teach. I’m very frustrated right now, and you are going to help turn my mood around, so…” Alexis batted her lashes, and gave her fingers another tug.

Rachel stumbled forward.

“C’mon.

“Let’s play.”

*

Alexis groaned as she rubbed her pussy down against Professor Quin’s face that was already glistening with so much of Alexis’s juices. One of her stockings was hanging over the nearby couch, and her jacket was beside it.

Buttons for her white blouse were scattered all across the room.

Finding them all would have been a challenging task if anyone was even interested in trying.

“Oh fuck you have a fun mouth when you aren’t ranting about shit I couldn’t care less about!” Alexis howled, rubbing down harder as Rachel’s hands grasped at her thighs. “Who would have thought Claire’s first teacher of the day would have such a hot pair of lips?”

Groans and giggles both tumbled freely out of Alexis’s mouth as she ran her nails through the professor’s scalp. Her nails caught on threads of lust, threads of desire, threads of fantasy, and tugged them towards her. Rachel’s eyes rolled back into her head, lids fluttering as she continued to lick and suck at Alexis’s cunt without pause.

Whenever Rachel’s eyes opened enough to see, her eyes were incredibly empty. Her every action, and movement, were driven by obedience before everything else.

Unlike Michelle, there wasn’t even poetry in her mind.

The threads Alexis tied into knots made such independent recitation impossible.

Alexis’s head fell back, her braid falling over her shoulder as her gray eyes stared up at the ceiling and her body clenched and shook. “Oohhh… Fuck… yes…!” More lust ran hot over Rachel’s face, and Alexis groaned as she squeezed at one of her own breasts.

Without both of her hands buried deep in Rachel’s hair, the professor fell back with a tired, hazy groan. Her eyes crossed. Her mouth hung open.

Her naked pussy clenched and dripped down over the bed beneath her.

“You might not have been able to help me with finding Claire, but you were at least a good distraction while I wait to hear back from Michelle…” Alexis sighed, and brushed the hair out of Rachel’s face. Catching her breath was taking a moment, but that didn’t stop Alexis from wearing a smirk across her lips. “Belinda might just be one of those rare problem girls… A bit surprised, when she’s so obsessed with my—”

Her phone buzzed, and Alexis nearly fell off of the bed as she leaned over to grab it.

Instead of a call it was a text message, but the sender wasn’t Michelle.

It was Carnelian.

Alexis groaned, unlocking her phone and tapping over to the message. “Oh come on how can you make thigs worse?! I had this all under con…troll…”

[You’re a lovely daughter, but you need to play gentler with your toys. Belinda wasn’t home, and if I hadn’t made Michelle default to texting me she might still be reciting poetry in her car. Instead, she softened Belinda’s mother, and my Mins are converting her into a little treat for Belinda when she does arrive home.]

There was another message below that, and Alexis was already cringing before she read it.

[In the future I may not always be here to clean up for your mistakes, sweetie. Please try harder to not embarrass me, and yourself. Michelle has been very useful for both of us. Try to not break her unnecessarily!]

[If you need to speak with her, she’s resuming her daily activities per my instructions.]

Love you so very much, my special little girl.

Alexis whimpered, her cheeks a deep red as she tossed her phone at the nearby pillow. “You… are… insufferable, mom… but at least you fixed my mistake…”

Rachel groaned, her lips moving but having such a slight effect on the sound she made. Most of it was from deep in her throat as she writhed on the bed, quietly groaning in the afterglow of her obedience.

“Oh… shut up.” Alexis huffed, pulling herself up to her feet. “And I was having so much fun, too… ugh…! How am I going to turn this around… I want everything to be perfect…!”

After a deep breath, Alexis tapped a message back on her phone.

[Thanks for the save.]

Frowning, she tapped another.

[Love you too, mother.]

Then she typed another, only to delete it a moment later.

[When can I get my own pair of identical twins to carry out my every whim?]

Glancing around the room, a very naked, very sweaty Alexis looked to her discarded clothing and sighed. “Well, there goes my plans for today… I guess I’ll have to do some actual work…” Looking back to her prey, still splayed across the bed, Alexis smirked. “Unless… I guess I can still find a way to do two things at once… How do you feel about helping me find the rest of Claire’s professors?”

Rachel’s moan was less than words, but enough to make Alexis smile.

“Perfect. Then why don’t we spend a bit more time today to get you eager to help me do whatever I want with you, and then…” She licked her lips. “You can make me cum a few more times with that wonderful mouth of yours. Having a pet professor should go over pretty well… And everyone misses their office hours now and then, don’t they?”

Rachel groaned, arching her hips off of the bed until they reached their apex. She shook harder and harder, before falling limp with another groan.

Alexis rolled her eyes.

“Well then, I guess I’ll need to play acting TA for you today, then. I’m sure we can find time between classes to keep you on the right path…” Purring, the blue-and-black haired woman ran a finger along the curve of one of Rachel’s breasts. “You know there is something very convenient about putting a woman through the lathe, or just fucking her, and making her masturbate until she’s an obedient lesbian plaything, but there’s also something to be said about taking a whole day between her responsibilities to tug a thread there, tie a knot there…

“Get up, slut.

“We’re showering together.”

Rachel needed help to stand, but she needed even more help to stand in the shower when Alexis’s fingers were buried deep inside of her pussy as she rubbed her tits against the glass.