School
The carrier had a clip on the base which allowed Fred to mount it on the corner of his desk in Home Room. He tried to be nonchalant as he placed it there and opened the door.
She made a big deal of stretching when he let her out. “It’s so CRAMPED in there, Master!” she whimpered.
“Sorry,” he said.
“Oh, look!” Joni Sanders said in the desk beside him. “Fred has a sylph!”
“Who is it?” Torri Austin asked from in front of her. The two girls bent down to look Princess over closely. She looked back at them frankly.
“Oh, she’s adorable!” Joni said. Princess decided she liked this girl.
“Did you catch her yourself?” Torri asked.
“I found her before she even finished sylphing,” Fred boasted.
“You’re so lucky!” Joni said. Torri agreed.
Fred smiled at the attention. Then the desk shook. A boy in the class was holding the far side and leaning down.
“She’s old!” Tom Sligh said.
“Fuck you!” Princess snapped back.
“No, Princess,” Fred said. “We don’t say that, however appropriate it may be.”
“She’s old,” the boy insisted. “Not like Electric was.”
“She’s still cute,” Joni insisted.
“More than that,” Fred said, “She’s hot.”
“Oh, yeah?” Tom asked. “Those tits probably sag down to her knees without the bra.”
“Listen-“ Princess started to reply.
Fred shushed her with a raised finger. “They don’t,” he said.
“Prove it,” Tom sneered.
“I don’t have to. I’ve seen them.” He gestured with forefinger and thumb, indicating that he’d touched them as well. Torri and Joni giggled.
“Well, I want to see ‘em!” Tom said, reaching down. Princess yelped in fear and backed away.
“If you hurt her,” Fred said with grave authority, “my mom and I get to sue you for $30,000.”
“Thirty…?” Joni asked.
“That’s the going rate for a well-trained sylph,” Torri said with a nod. “More if they’re celebrities, like Carrie Fisher or amelia Anthony.”
Tom had paused at hearing the dollar amount. He shrugged it off and reached down again. “I’m not gonna hurt her.”
“If you interrupt her training,” Fred went on, “or have a negative impact on her psyche, the couts have awarded damages as high as $25,000.”
“Really?” Lorri asked. She smiled. “What’s your dad’s annual salary, Tom?”
“Bah!” he barked, turning his back and storming across the classroom.
Torri reached out towards Princess. “Can I pet her?”
“Yes, sure,” Fred said. Princess stood still as the girl pet her hair a few times.
Joni reached out. “Can I hold her?”
“If you’re careful,” Fred said. Princess braced herself as she was lifted into the air over the desk. Soft fingers gently traced her curves. She looked up into the girl’s eyes and they were alive with wonder.
They flicked over across the classroom, then the girl whispered. “Can we see her tits, if we ask nicely?”
“Well, one,” Fred said. “She’s been really well behaved recently.”
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Index
84. Centered and Grounded (N)
86. The Plan