The Rusty Jug - Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Over the next two weeks, Lia was so glad that she wasn’t expected to know what she wanted to major in yet. Just taking her generals was demanding enough. She felt like there were far too many career paths to choose from!

It had been centuries since Jin’d had any sort of formal education, but even so, he picked up on new concepts easily, and had gotten A’s on all his assignments. Of course, Lia wasn’t entirely sure that he wasn’t using magic to either influence the teacher grading him, or just plain old pull the knowledge out of their heads. It didn’t really matter to her since Jin was only going to be around as long as she had wishes left to make, and she couldn’t picture him actually finding a job and working.

Lia also learned easily, especially once Jin re-explained their lessons to her. He made everything so easy for her to understand! She suspected he was using magic on her, and this did bother her a bit, but she was practical enough not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Jin hid a smile, and let her think whatever she wanted about him. It was easier than trying to convince her that she was smarter than she would let herself believe. The only magic he had used on her was a touch to make it easier for her to remember and recall what she had learned. Understanding and interpreting the information was all up to her.

They had signed up for 6 classes; Algebra being her least favorite. Her favorite class was history. It fascinated her, and she loved trying to figure out if Jin had been in or out of his bottle during each time period they studied.

Today, they were handed back a graded narrative paper in writing class. The rules had been simple; pick anyone real or fictional – including yourself – and write a biography. Obviously, this meant that people could make things up and not have to write only the facts.

Jin had written about his life; being cursed by the witch, and some of his previous masters. He shared everything he wrote with Lia, and asked her to proofread his paper. Lia had loved hearing about his “youth.”

Lia peaked at his paper as he took it from the teacher, and smiled. Written on it was, “Good Job, very creative! A+” She accepted her own paper, smiling at the teacher as he walked to the next student.

She had written a bit about her life in the gang, and half expected the teacher to have written, “Is this true?” on her paper. She frowned slightly as she read the comments. Maybe Jin isn’t helping me magically after all.

The comments read, “You have done a passable job on punctuation and grammar, but your subject is boring and unimaginative. Plus, this is not believable at all. Next time, try a bit harder. C.”

Lia stared at it in open-mouthed disbelief. Jin saw this and wondered what was wrong. He read the comments over her shoulder.

“That can’t be right!” He protested on her behalf.

Lia slowly nodded her head, having come to a decision. She noticed that there wasn’t any correction marks pointing out punctuation or grammar errors, so her grade was based solely on the teacher’s opinion of her subject matter. That was very much in the eye of the beholder, and she felt confident that she could negotiate a better grade.

Class was dismissed, and Lia turned to speak to Jin. “Wait here for me. I’m going to go talk to the teacher.”

Jin nodded. Aside from not having a choice, he had some homework to finish up. He arranged his assignments in front of him as Lia walked away.

She approached the teacher, and was invited with a hand gesture to follow him. His office was connected to the classroom, and was fairly small considering all the books he had crammed in it. None of the other students had stayed to talk to him, so she had him all to herself.

“Sit, Miss Beaumont,” he bade as he closed his office door.

“Mr. Hanover, I’m confused about my grade. You wrote that my mechanics were passable, but you didn’t point out any actual mistakes. Then, you wrote that my paper was boring, unimaginative, and unbelievable. I must protest this assessment! I wrote my actual biography, and I assure that believable or not, it’s all true. Can you please reconsider?”

“Miss Beaumont, I’m sorry if you dislike my decision, but I never change the grades I have given. You say you have written the truth, but it reads like a bad horror story. It is my opinion that you are seeking to give your readers the impression that you are a helpless victim, and that the world should just hand you whatever you want because of it. Where’s the strength to overcome all obstacles?” Mr. Hanover defended and explained himself.

Lia wanted to protest –If I truly had an attitude that people should give me whatever I want, then I would have wished for that! – but switched tactics. “There must be something I can do to change your mind.”

Mr. Hanover looked at her as if it should be obvious what he wanted. “I’m sorry, Miss Beaumont –”

“I could…” Lia interrupted. “I could do something for you… I could…” She didn’t want to say it, but she had a feeling it was exactly what he wanted to hear.

“You could what?” Mr. Hanover inquired with an expression reminiscent of the Cheshire cat.

“In exchange for an A… I could satisfy you,” Lia suggested hesitantly.

“Do you mean to say that if I were to give you an A, you would give me a sexual favor?”

Lia squared her shoulders and nodded. “What would you like me to do?”

Mr. Hanover smiled, and beckoned her to come closer. He whispered in her ear, “Academic bribery can get you expelled you know. You’re lucky I am not so ethical.” He unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, and indicated that she should make the next move. “Go ahead, satisfy me.”

Lia nodded, got comfortable, and took him into her mouth. She sucked on him vigorously, alternating between deep-throating and gentle licks. She unbuttoned her shirt, and placed his hands on her breasts.

He groaned, and shifted to give her better access; squeezing her breasts roughly. He absolutely loved being sucked on, and would do anything to make it happen. He thrust in time with her bobbing head.

Five minutes passed, and Lia wondered how to step it up before Jin got suspicious. She was just about to mount him when he grabbed the back of her head, and held it close. He grunted, and filled her mouth.

About time, Lia mentally sighed in relief.

Mr. Hanover took a moment to recover as Lia re-buttoned her shirt. Then he put himself back in his pants, and grabbed her paper off his desk. He stared at it for a second, and then wrote, “Upon further reflection, I realized that I was unfairly taking some personal frustrations out on this student. A.” He also updated the grade in the online database.

“Thank you for stopping by, Miss Beaumont. Have a nice day.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Hanover,” Lia said as she opened the door, “and thank you for reconsidering my grade.”

Lia smiled triumphantly at Jin, and showed him her paper as she approached. He grinned at her in congratulations, and stated, “You got him to change your grade. Good for you!”

Lia gathered up her belongings, prompting Jin to gather up his, and said, “Come on, let’s go grab an early dinner.”

*******

Lia panted, and enjoyed the afterglow of lovemaking for a moment before checking the clock. She still had some time, and decided to snuggle up to Jin. She kissed his neck.

“We need to go shopping tomorrow,” Lia informed him. “I’m tired of having to go to the crowded computer lab to type up our papers when we could be using our own computer right here.”

“I agree,” Jin murmured sleepily.

“We should also check out the campus gym. I’ve been thinking about taking an exercise class.”

Jin laughed. “Another class!”

“Yeah, well… At least this one wouldn’t add any homework to our load,” Lia giggled.

“Whatever you say,” Jin agreed with a shrug.

“Good. Now, we should… go to sleep,” Lia ordered softly, kissing him as he instantly fell asleep. “Good. Stay asleep until morning.”

Lia extricated herself from his body, and rushed to take a shower. She had forgotten that she needed one, and if she didn’t hurry, she’d be late for her 10 to midnight shift at the strip club. She showered in record time, and arrived 15 minutes prior to her shift.

She needed the time to change into her new outfit; the one she’d stashed I her locker in the club. First, she slipped on her peek-a-boo panties that said “SPANK ME” in sparkly beads across her ass. Then, she slipped on a matching lacy bra, and a full-length red satiny evening gown like Jessica Rabbit might wear. It was accompanied by three quarter length gloves, and delicate red stiletto heels – because apparently a stripper just wasn’t as sexy in shoes that didn’t threaten to break her neck.

She applied a quick layer of makeup, and admired herself in a mirror. She absolutely loved this outfit, and was happy the owner had agreed to her new routine. She hugged him gratefully as she rushed to the stage.

“Just don’t drive customers away!” He bade her gruffly.

“I won’t,” she promised. She had gotten this idea from an old movie titled “Gypsy Rose Lee.” Sort of… it had provided the inspiration anyway.

In the movie, the stripper never actually showed anything, but Lia would end up naked as usual. She grabbed a microphone – mildly surprised that the club even had one – and waited for the music to get to her cue. She mentally counted the beats, and took a deep breath.

She started singing a sultry forties-esque song that Lia also thought Jessica Rabbit might sing. She strode out from behind the curtain ten seconds after the song began, and sauntered around the stage. She loved the admiring looks the customers cast her way.

As she sang, she caressed her body, her free hand finding its way between her legs to fiddle with her clitoris through her dress. She did that long enough for the crowd to cheer, and then – during a break in the lyrics – pealed one glove off. She rubbed the glove under her ass cheeks for a moment to highlight them, and then tossed it to the back of the stage.

She resumed the song on cue, turning her back to the audience as she slipped each strap off her shoulder, one at a time. Next, she pulled the zipper down her back, having added a sparkly chain to it in order to be certain that she could reach it, and pull it smoothly with one hand as she sang. The dress parted to reveal her back and a hint of her panties.

She faced the audience again, and lowered the top of her dress just far enough to show the top half of her bra. Singing as throaty and soulfully as she could, Lia slowly raised her skirt until the audience could just barely see her panties. She stroked herself as the lyrics mentioned needing someone.

During the next break in the lyrics, Lia removed the dress, and flung it onto a stool waiting just off stage. She had no desire to let the crowd get their hands on her new dress. It was expensive, damn it!

Now, the tempo picked up, and the lyrics changed from soulful to flirty; full of suggestive innuendo. The rest of the act was a bit more routine with sexy dancing, and the removal of her bra. Eventually, after spanking herself, she removed her panties, tossing them in the heap off stage.

She ended by parting the lips between her legs with her still gloved hand, and then licking her now moistened finger. Ned was in the audience, and looked ready to spill his load right then and there. She grinned, knowing that he was not the only one.

Lia waved and blew kisses to those who had tossed money on stage. She collected it, and went to re-don her bra and panties. She knew she’d have plenty of requests for lapdances, and couldn’t wait to drive her customers crazy!

A well-to-do older gentleman slipped her his business card with his payment just about 15 minutes to midnight. “You do private parties, right?”

Lia nodded, and began her dance. She loved being able to be as touchy feely with him as she wanted while he couldn’t lay a finger on her without her making him do so. She was generous enough to help him caress her breasts and ass during the dance.

After her shift, she dressed in her regular clothes, and met Ned at the door. He often came to watch her dance. Especially when he wanted another payment from her.

“Only two payments left. How about we go reduce that to one?” Ned asked with a lusty grin.

“Absolutely!” Lia replied as she put her arm around him, and licked his lips.

They walked in near silence for a while, tickling and groping one another, until Ned commented, “A couple of guys in the frat house told me that you gave them a private show. They hope you will stay and play next time.”

“They somewhat ambushed me on my way home one night, and begged me to strip for them. I wasn’t about to say no to all that extra cash!”

Back in his dorm, Ned showed Lia how very good he had gotten at pleasing her, and she was surprised that he was able to make her orgasm. She was impressed by his desire to do whatever it took to satisfy her. He’s going to make some lucky woman very happy one day.

Just when she thought he was going to plunge into her, he surprised her by rolling her onto her stomach. He shoved a pillow under her stomach, and cuffed her hands to the headboard. He tugged on the cuffs to make sure they were secure, but wouldn’t hurt her.

Lia trusted him, but even so, she questioned his actions. “Uh… Ned?”

“You almost always spank yourself on stage, and I wanted to try it… You did say I could do anything I wanted to you.”

Lia swallowed in sudden extreme horniness. “By all means, spank away!”

Ned pinched one of her ass cheeks lightly as he slipped a vibrator inside her; just far enough to hopefully rest on a certain spot. Then, he picked up a silk whip, and began to tease her by gliding it up and down her back and buttocks. He whipped her without warning, and she groaned in pleasure.

Ned spanked her until she was biting back screams, and writhing in pleasure. Unable to stand it any longer, he buried himself deep in her ass, and rode her as hard as he could without hurting her. He was thankful that it was several minutes – at least – before he filled her up.

Lia gasped and panted for several minutes as her breathing and heart rate returned to normal. “Wow Ned! You’ve really learned how to show a girl a good time!”

“Yeah, now if I could only get another girl to let me show her,” Ned lamented.

“Any girl in particular?” Lia wondered.

“No,” Ned replied as he uncuffed her. “It’s just… You’re not really mine, and I wish I had someone who was.”

         “You will, You’ll see,” Lia assured him.

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