The Contest: Day 7

Day 7 of The Contest, in which Rose is tempted.

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November 7th

Sophie Harper was not very good at physics.

It wasn't that she wasn't smart. She was very smart. All throughout her college career she had excelled in most of her classes, earning straight-As without even trying all that hard. English? Just spout trite bullshit on a keyboard for a few pages and you'll pass, no problem. Poli-Sci? She'd aced every exam without even studying. French? Trop facile, donnez-moi un défi. Art? Well, she had never taken an art class past high school - there was no room in her degree plan for them - but the stack of full sketchbooks in her dormroom was evidence enough that she would have been great at them.

It was just that... She wasn't good with numbers. There was something about them that eluded her. English and Poli-Sci and French and Speech and all of her Pre-Law classes, those were all memorizing facts, articulating arguments, synthesizing ideas after developing theoretical frameworks for them. She was good at that. It was just that for some reason, when you started to make numbers dance around, she was just...

Lost.

Well, no big deal. Who really needed to understand numbers all that well to be a lawyer? She could do basic algebra, and surely there would never be a need for her to do math that was any more complex than that, once she was out of college. All she needed to do was pass her math classes. She wasn't good at actually doing math or thinking with numbers, but she was good at passing her math classes.

The first one had been College Algebra, during her Freshman year. That was the last math class that she ever really paid attention in, and that was only because it was the highest-level math that she expected that she would ever have to do. Her professor - she didn't remember his name - was an older man whose marriage had been going downhill since before Sophie had been born, and by the time that she was in his class he was desperate for any sort of feminine attention at all. All she had to do with him was show up to his office in a slutty miniskirt and tube top and flatter him a little and he'd raised her B in the class to an A. She didn't even have to touch him.

Pre-calc had been a tougher nut to crack. She had tried to get out of taking it - it wasn't required for her degree - but Mom and Dad had insisted, and since they were paying for her schooling, they got the final say in the matter. She was lost from the first day... But luckily, the TA that was responsible for most of her grades really liked her freckles and her long hair, and when she'd shown up in his office wearing that same slutty miniskirt and tube top... Well, it was the start of a very beneficial relationship. She passed Pre-Calc with an A, but in that entire semester she'd learned far more about fellatio than she did about math.

And then there was physics. This one was a requirement for her degree, so there was no getting around it. The instructor was this ancient, withered husk of a thing - he had to be over 90 - and that was a line that she wasn't going to cross. She had some standards, after all. There was always her TA, she had figured. TAs were usually around her age, and had very active libidos. She could pull the same game for physics that she had for pre-calc, pass with flying colors while on her knees, and then never have to worry about math again.

Or at least, that was the plan that she'd had when she signed up for the class. She'd picked her discussion section without bothering to look at the name of the TA heading it, then marched brightly into class on the first day only to find out that...

The TA was a woman. A really pretty woman, with a great fashion sense, thick, luscious hair, and way bigger boobs than Sophie. Well, shit, there went that plan.

So she had hunkered down, swallowed her pride, and started studying. She attended every lecture (something she hadn't bothered to do with pre-calc), did every bit of extra-credit that was offered, got a forward on her allowance from her parents to hire a tutor, and just really poured herself into passing this physics class.

And now it was November, and her grade was currently a D. Panic was starting to fill her. She might have been able to fly by with a B. Her parents wouldn't have been happy about it, but a B was still a passing grade, and not even a bad one. A C would have been downright inexcusable. They would give her endless shit for it, but it was still a pass, and she wouldn't have to take the class again. But a D... She had never in her life failed a class before, and she couldn't imagine what Mom and Dad would do to her if she did.

She didn't know what to do. She'd gone through all of the academic routes she could in order to get help, but she just wasn't grasping the material as well as she'd hoped she would be able to. She was out of options, she thought, so she wasn't even sure why she bothered to look up her TA's Facebook profile one night. She didn't know what she expected to find there. Something that might help her, maybe. Anything.

She found it without much difficulty - there weren't all that many Roselle Castillions in Blanchepierre, as it turned out. Born in May of 1995 right here in Blanchepierre, so she was... twenty-four. Speaks English, French, and Spanish, all fluently. Interesting, but knowing that didn't help Sophie any. Studied at Blanchepierre University. Duh. Interested in...

Oh.

Well, well, well. Maybe there was hope for her after all.

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Her boobs and butt had gotten a little bit bigger since the start of last semester - it had taken until her Junior year, but her Freshman 15 had finally caught up to her. Oh well, no big deal. It just meant that her miniskirt looked even sluttier on her now, and the way that her boobs bulged slightly out of the tube top made them look bigger than they were. Which still wasn't very big, but they were nice. She inspected herself in the mirror one last time before she went out. Her lips were looking plump and luscious, her nails on-point. In class, she dressed conservatively and never wore makeup, so when she showed up in Castillions's office looking like this, she knew she was going to make her jaw drop. She winked at herself in the mirror and blew a little kiss...

And then she wrapped herself up in her jacket, which hid everything. She would take it off when she got to the TA office, but until then, she wasn't going to be caught dead outside in this outfit.

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cutelilcow: so yeah i did some research and apparently there are fairies all over the fuckin place now

cutelilcow: like theyre not common but they show up in every part of the world

cutelilcow: and apparently they're mostly harmless unless they curse you, which the one i met definitely didnt

cutelilcow: it just sprayed fairy dust in my face which is like. super low-grade pepper spray

cutelilcow: they use it to deter big stuff that might eat them

hannahbanana: Like a defense mechanism against predators?

cutelilcow: i mean, yeah, i guess. it feels weird to talk about them that way tho

cutelilcow: like theyre animals or something

cutelilcow: the one i met could talk and had self awareness and everything. like she was obviously a person

cutelilcow: a very tiny person who was kind of a jerk, but a person

cutelilcow: i cant really blame her though. i still feel really bad for locking her in the fridge all day

cutelilcow: that must have been awful :(

cutelilcow: i wish i could find her again to apologize. i didnt realize until after, but i never actually did that

mari: Didn't you say that she was invisible, though? Seems like that's kind of on her, really.

cutelilcow: yeah but like

cutelilcow: i dunno, i still feel bad

mari: Still, that's wild. Fairies! Who knew?

cutelilcow: what i dont get is all the stuff she said about my milk

cutelilcow: like apparently its super special?? for some reason????

cutelilcow: she didnt believe that i made it myself

hannahbanana: did she not know that humans can make milk or something?

hannahbanana: like, did she think it was only cows and goats and stuff that did that?

cutelilcow: i have no idea

cutelilcow: she kept mentioning someone called a great mother, which i looked up and found nothing on

cutelilcow: there was a moonsinger doing a presentation on campus yesterday. i wish i could have asked them about it, but they went over time with the seminar so there was no time for q and a

cutelilcow: apparently theyre going to be hanging around campus for the next month or so so maybe ill be able to meet them at some point. im sure theyre gonna be bombarded with people who want to talk to them though so i dunno

cutelilcow: it was weird!

mari: Honestly, the whole world has been weird since the Quake. I mean, I have a glow-in-the-dark titty now

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cutelilcow: good morning sweetie!!!!

cutelilcow: i hope you have a good day!!

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UneRoseRose: Jesus Lilly you're gonna kill me with these pictures

cutelilcow: >:3c

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"Ms. Castillion?"

Rose nearly broke her phone in her attempt to frantically hide the screen. "Yes! Yes, hello?" She slammed it down on her desk, a little too hard. She did not want to be caught looking at the picture that Lilly had just sent during her office hours. Or at all, really. She turned and... Oh. It was Sophie. She was a student in the Intro to Physics class that Rose TAed in. She was in a big, poofy jacket, and she... She was wearing full makeup, lipstick and eyeliner and everything. A little much for a visit with your physics instructor, but maybe she was going to a party or event or something after this. "Hi," she said, coolly. She was certain that Sophie hadn't seen what was on her screen. Mostly certain. "How can I help you?"

"I just had a question about our last test. The one that I... Didn't do that well on."

"Oh, right," said Rose. "Yeah, I think I have it here at my desk. One sec..." She turned to the lockable filing drawer where she kept student assignments and other paperwork. Fairchild, Fulton, Guerrero... Aha, there she was. Harper, Sophie. She pulled her test out of the cabinet and...

Oh. Oh, my. Sophie had taken her coat off and set it aside on the desk next to Rose's. That skirt was so high that if you took just a few inches off it would be a belt, and the tube top she was in was really not meant to contain a chest of that size. She was certainly not unattractive. A bit thinner than the women that Rose was usually interested in, but very pretty, and she had nice hips. She was also Rose's student, though, which meant that she quickly quashed even the tiny little flutter of attraction that she felt. She was certain that Sophie was of age - all of the students had birthdates listed on the roster that she had for the class, and none of them were younger than 18 - but she made it a point to not even think about her students in that way.

And so she very deliberately maintained eye contact, even as Sophie smiled, cocked her hips to the side in a sultry way, and said, "What's the matter? See something you like?"

What. Was she...? No, no way. Rose banished that idea from her thoughts. She had half a mind to ask her why on earth she was dressed like that, given that Sophie usually came to class in very conservative sweaters, but even though her intentions were totally innocent, such a question could be misconstrued. Best to avoid talking about it altogether. "Uh... Right, so I'm sure that you've already seen the grade I posted for this online. This one brought you down to a D for the course, but if you do some studying I think that you can still do well on the final and bring that up to a C, or possibly even a B if you really nail it."

"Actually... I was hoping that you could do me a favor?" Sophie took a seat on top of Rose's desk.

"Uh... You can pull up a chair. You don't have to-"

"You see, Rose - can I call you Rose?"

"I'd prefer Ms. Castillion."

"Rose, your Facebook profile popped up in my recommended friends list, and I couldn't help but notice something very interesting on there."

Rose very deliberately made sure that there was absolutely nothing on her Facebook that she wouldn't want her students to see. She had specifically gone through and cleared out everything even remotely inappropriate from it when she'd been accepted into her Master's program and started TAing. So there couldn't possibly be anything, except...

Oh. Oh, dear. Was that what was happening here? Rose was out to more or less everybody about being a lesbian, and she didn't feel that was something that she should have to hide in the first place, so she'd left that part up. Was Sophie seriously trying to...

"So, I was thinking, maybe you could just change this little number here..." Sophie pointed to the grade on her paper - a 61%. "To something a little bit higher? And in exchange, I could maybe..." She leaned forward. Her breasts looked like they were dangerously close to popping right out of her top.

"No," said Rose. "I would be happy to tutor you or help you out with any concepts that you're having trouble with, but the test is done. You got what you got."

Sophie blinked, and seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if she hadn't expected Rose to rebuff her so firmly. Still, she wasn't deterred. She pouted, in a way that Rose really hated to admit that she found attractive. "Aw, really? Are you sure that there's nothing I can do to get a better grade in the class?"

"You can study. The Learning Center also has tutors for physics who you have free access to- heeey, what are you doing!?"

What she was doing was slinking off of the desk and onto Rose's lap. She wrapped her arms around Rose's shoulders. She was warm, and soft...

"Get off of me," said Rose.

"I'll show you what you're missing out on," Sophie whispered, and it made her shiver, which was absolutely terrifying.

"I'm not consenting to this. Stop it."

"You like it," said Sophie with a smile. "I know you do. I can be yours, and all you have to do is change some numbers around."

She did like it, which was why this was so awful. Her heart racing, Rose put her hands on Sophie's shoulders. Sophie smiled. "See? I knew you'd come around."

And then her smile turned into a look of confusion as Rose pushed her. She fell on her butt with a thump.

"Get the fu... Out," Rose stammered. "Get out of here. This isn't happening."

"Aw. You sure that you don't want to have a little fun with me?" She stood up and straightened out her skirt, as if nothing had happened.

"You don't know when to give up, do you?" said Rose. "I said, get out."

She pouted again and grabbed her coat. Thank god. "Hmph. Well, if you change your mind, the number in my contact info for the class is my cell. Talk to you later?"

"No you won't," said Rose.

Sophie frowned... And then she left. Rose leaned back in her chair, rubbing her forehead. "Holy shit..." she muttered. Her heart was still racing. She knew that things like that happened sometimes, but she had never in her wildest dreams expected it to happen to her.

She sat up, suddenly. There were a few people she was going to have to talk to now, in order to head off any potential problems that this could cause. She picked her phone back up.

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