The spell had gone perfectly, more or less. Due to her formerly high opinion of her intelligence, Missy seemed to have mistaken what he’d intended to be only below average reasoning in the dream as being downright imbecilic. That afternoon, as she finished her presentation rehearsal, he fucked her raw, right in the library, pausing a few times to remind her not to scream so loudly. She apologized, but kept forgetting anyway.
He handed her a note he’d fabricated telling her that it had been delivered while she was unconscious from her fucking – which she had loved as much as she had hoped, now completely devoted to Albert and her brain convinced at a very primal level that any sexual attention from him felt beyond incredible. The note told her the presentation had been moved to the following day, and apologized for the delay.
The nerd-turned-sex-god invited himself over to her house that night, telling his parents he was helping tutor someone. Which, in a way, he was, he supposed. She was confused when she found her wardrobe from that morning had switched back to the old one (“but like, everything is so boring again!”), but he said they’d fix that in time. She smiled, knowing he was smart and therefore knew what to do.
He tested her limits, and found that as long as he promised sex, there did not seem to be much she wouldn’t do for him, and that she seemed to enjoy earning it. The love of a challenge was no doubt a hold-over from Ms. Warren. She cooked for him, fed him by hand, washed dishes by hand in naught but an apron, let him grope her, swat her tight little butt, kiss her, etc. She even threw away her old glasses for the fake ones, complaining that they made everything all fuzzy, but he told her they’d go to an optometrist (“that’s an eye doctor, Missy”) later and fix it. For now, he just thought these were sexier, and that was enough for her.
Just to test her limits, he had her beg and plead to be allowed to suck his dick so she’d have the mental energy to get in a chapter of her book before bed. He acquiesced, and she insatiably sucked him off and eagerly swallowed what he produced. He patted her on the head and went home.
The following day, Missy was disappointed that nobody seemed to want to fuck her. She dressed as sexy as she could, a white blouse with a couple too many buttons undone over a tight tan skirt that came to mid-thigh (something she’d worn in college when going out to bars). Some students noticed, and the Coach even leered openly – that was good. She’d get some good clothes soon, and then they’d want to fuck her again.
The headaches didn’t come back – Albert was glad her self-imaging in the spell had not retained that, as he didn’t wish for her to suffer – but she had a hard time concentrating and figuring out how to do her job. She left the books for Albert to check in, but then they spent the whole period locked up in the teacher’s workroom fucking. It had been her idea, knowing she needed all her smartiest smarts for the presentation, and she giddily coerced him to cum in her four times before last period was over.
During the meeting, Principal Vickers listened semi-patiently to her presentation. She kept her intelligence intact through most of it, though by the end she was stumbling over big words, mispronouncing others, and no longer able to explain the relevance of data on the fly. She hoped it made more sense to him than it did to her. At the very least, she saw him admiring the way her skirt clung to her, and the cleavage she let show through.
“... and so I really really hope you will keep giving the library the same amount of money you did before. Thanks!” She smiled brightly at the principal, and if she thrust out her chest a little, it was only to put her best feature forward.
Principal Vickers spoke first. “Now Ms. Warren–”
“Missy, please – no need to be all serious with me!” She giggled.
“Missy then, fine, you make a lot of fine points. But the fact of the matter is we just don’t have the money. We’re already eliminating positions in art and music, and extracurriculars are taking a pounding as well. You know I respect what you do here, but we have to be realistic about this.”
She pouted. “Does... does that mean you can’t give the library money?”
He nodded, trying to look disappointed that the uppity bitch before him was getting to witness firsthand how little he thought of her.
“But... but... books are good! Like, did you hear all the stuff I said about how good they are?” Her chin quivered.
“I did, ah, Missy. But other things are good too, and we have to spread around what little we have.”
“But... please? Pretty pretty please!” She fell to her knees, crawling around behind his desk next to him.
He straightened in his chair, shocked by her behavior, though not displeased by the long look down her blouse to see her bare tits swinging freely. “What? No, begging isn’t going to help, Missy, now please, pick yourself up.”
“Like, not even if I suck your cock?”
He blinked, and in his hesitation, she crawled forward and rested her head on his lap. His dick began hardening, and was soon pressing against her chin. She nuzzled at it. “Excuse me, Ms. Warren, this is highly inappropriate...”
“It’s Missy, Principal Vickers! And like, Missy wants to suck your cock! Or do you wanna fuck me? I’ve seen you checking me out, and like, you could totally fuck me. Just bend me over your desk and fuck me super hard!”
“Keep your voice down!” he hissed, fearful the secretary would over-hear. “Missy, you can’t seriously be offering to... just to maintain your funding?”
“Principal Vickers, books are SUPER important to me! And I’ll do anything,” she kissed his cock through his pants, and it was suddenly at full mast, “ANYTHING for them!” Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “I mean, like even sexual stuff.” She nodded.
“Is this some kind of set-up? I mean, are you recording this to get me fired or something?” He could not believe the up-tight media specialist, renowned for her frigidity, could be whoring herself out over a simple budget proposal.
“Fired! No, I want to make you feel good! I want to suck and fuck! And if you let me keep my money for my books and stuff, like, I could suck and fuck you whenever you want!”
John Vickers no longer cared if she were setting him up. This gorgeous slut was on her knees begging for it, and if it cost him his job, he could at least brag to everyone in the unemployment line about how it happened. He hefted the tart by her armpits and stood her up, then per her request, threw her forward across his desk, her face landing on a picture of his wife and three children. She wasn’t wearing panties, and was plainly aroused – it had already soaked through her skirt, which he promptly pulled down. She waggled her ass at him enticingly.
“Come on, Principal Vickers! Fuck Missy!”
He gave her what she wanted – twice, as she volunteered to suck his dick clean after he came in her, and that had turned into a sensuous blowjob. His secretary knocked during the middle of it, and he position Missy hurriedly under his desk and admitted her. Mary Ann frowned at his flushed appearance, and noted his crooked tie with a disapproving look. “What happened to Ms. Warren?”
“Who, Missy? She left a little bit ago.”
“I didn’t see her leave – must have scooted out while I was distracted. And did you see how she was dressed? Pathetic, what some women will do to score points.” Mary Ann clucked her tongue disdainfully.
Missy’s head thudded into the underside of his desk, and John pounded a fist as quickly as he could to cover for it. Mary Ann frowned. “Yeah,” John said, “especially since I’d already decided to approve her funding request.”
Beneath the desk, Missy began a squeal of glee at hearing these words. She was promptly silenced as the principal shoved her head down and lodged his dick in her throat. That was nice, too, she thought. “Darned squeaky chair,” John explained lamely.
“Mmhmm.” Mary Ann scowled. “Anyway, your wife’s on the phone.” Her eyes glanced casually to where the picture frame still lay tipped over.
“Thanks, Mary Ann, but I’m, uh, in the middle of something. Could you take a message? In fact, hold all my calls for the afternoon – I have a serious budget matter to finish up.”
Missy giggled silently into his cock as Mary Ann left the office with a judgmental glare for her employer. The principal began simply pistoning into and out of her face now, fucking her mouth with abandon as Missy just tried to keep up. He pulled out just as she looked forward to savoring a mouthful of yummy cum and instead released his load all over her pretty face. She didn’t orgasm from it, like she had with Albert – nothing was as good as pleasuring Albert! – but she did fall back, moaning and fondling her tits in one hand and toying with her clit with the other.
Missy didn’t even notice when he took out his cell phone and snapped a picture of her grinning and saturated with jizz. “There – now in case you try to blackmail me, I have some proof you enjoyed yourself too.”
She nodded and giggled. “Oh, I for SURE did, Principal Vickers! And thanks so much for giving the library its funding.” She marveled at how much more easily words came to mind after making a man cum, smiling at how she was blessed with the ability to make that happen so well.
“My pleasure, Missy. Now you clean yourself up and just sit in the corner for a while – I really do have work that needs doing, and now I can’t let you leave until Mary Ann’s gone for the day.”
“Like, OK!” She smiled, putting her skirt back on and sitting down, oblivious to the mess on her face.
John went to work, but before long turned to where she sat, in the seat usually reserved for misbehaving children. “Oh, before I forget, I just got an email today – they said your new door tag is in, the one that says ‘Media Specialist.’ We’ll have it put on tomorrow.”
She grinned and shook her head. “You know what, Principal Vickers? I think I prefer just being a librarian.”