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It was an early Gotham morning; insert various dark, depressing, lack-of-sun jokes here. Superbabe Platinum's eyes flicked open; she stretched her joints and stood up, opening the door of her downstairs bedroom, her closet, and unplugging herself from the wall as a little electrical jolt pulsed through her. She twitched slightly, shook it off, and shut her downstairs bedroom.
Orders did actually have a bedroom for her, but she just used that for storage for her Warmechs and other miniatures… which, ironically, using the bedroom for storing items still qualifies for her too, but she preferred the closet; it was 'cozy'.
She went into the kitchen, prepared her Mother's morning tea, before casually walking to the front door to open it. Finding her Mother outside and walking up the steps rather hurriedly for her. "Good morning, Mother."
"Do not let Veronica in here." She said, quickly walking past Platinum, who casually shut the door.
"Yes, Mother." She replied, but barely managed to step away before there was a rapid knock on the door.
"Superbabes!"
Time: 7:35 AM. Place: Gotham (Orders' House)
"Ooorders! I saw you!" Platinum blinked, approached the front door as Orders repeated, drinking her tea.
"Do not let her in here!" she repeated as Platinum opened the door.
"Hello, Veronica," Platinum said patiently as Veronica smiled at her. "Mother specifically said not to let you in here."
"…Me specifically?" Veronica said, pouting a little.
"Do not let Veronica in here," Platinum said in Orders' voice. Orders, drinking her tea, just sighed, resisting the urge to tell her to 'stop doing that,' but it was only a recording.
Veronica sighed, rolling her eyes. "Oooookay." She said as she waved to Platinum, who politely shut the door. However…
Knock Knock.
Platinum hesitated before opening the door again.
"Hello beautiful! My name is Rodrigo Gutierrez!" declared Rodrigo, a rather curvaceous man with a fake mustache… and a sombrero somehow.
"…Hello, Rodrigo," Platinum said with a straight face as the exasperated face slap from Orders echoed around the house.
"May I come in?"
"Certainly," Platinum said, letting the curvaceous gentleman with the rather stiff mustache enter.
"…It's too early for this shit." Orders grumbled spitefully. As Veron-RODRIGO entered the building, Orders glared at her as Rodrigo turned cheerily to Platinum.
"May I use the restroom really quick?"
"Certainly, Mr. Gutierrez." Platinum pointed, "It's right over there." Rodrigo then went into the bathroom, shutting the door as Platinum turned back to Orders, who was looking at her disappointedly. "Is something the matter, mother?" Platinum said as Veronica came out of the bathroom, minus a sombrero and mustache.
"You're programming probably." She noted dryly as Veronica patted Platinum's shoulder.
"I think you're perfectly fine the way you are." Platinum turned, looked at the sexy off-duty Starfire, and curiously looked into the bathroom. Wondering what had happened to Rodrigo.
"…Veronica, how did you get inside the house?" Orders rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Mother was very specific: you were not to enter. If you broke a window, I will have to forcibly remove you." Which was part of her programming, as anyone who broke a window to get inside the house was clearly an intruder.
"Rodrigo let me in," she said as Platinum frowned. "He just left."
"I shall have a word with Mr. Gutierrez next time I see him." She said, frowning into the bathroom as Orders mumbled tiredly.
"I hate you BOTH." Orders mumbled tiredly. "…WHAAAAT?" she groaned as Veronica smiled at her. "Just SAY it, so you can get out of my house," she said it in her charmingly grumpy way.
"Right! So. I'm going out of town tonight; I'm speaking for my daddy at Yale." She said sweetly as Orders frowned. "He's a little tuckered out after vacation with Mama." Orders rolled her purple eyes.
"…People tend to go on Vacation to be rested." She said dryly. Though considering the freight train that hit Archibald Morehead and his absolutely GORGEOUS wife, so gorgeous that even Orders has to recognize notedly. It's not surprising he was 'tuckered out'.
"Yeah, but he got a cold, and his voice is shot." Said Veronica, "So I'm going to teach for him."
"You are going for your father?" asked Platinum, legitimately curious. "Are you even qualified to be a college speaker?"
"Unfortunately, yes." Orders mumbled. Veronica, despite her sexual insanity, was a Math Savant, far more than her father, Archibald Morehead, and he was a professor of physics. Her mother, Vivian Morehead, was a language savant with tenure at YALE… and a gloriously MILF version of Veronica; Math wasn't her subject. Logically, it would make sense that the legitimately DOCUMENTED, mathematical genius that is Veronica Morehead to substitute your classes is a sound idea…
Unfortunately. It's STILL VERONICA MOREHEAD.
"I'm certified to teach! Which also brings me to my next subject! I need a substitute." Veronica said, smiling as Platinum frowned.
"…You need a substitute to teach at Yale?"
"No, I need a substitute to handle the sex ed class I teach here," Veronica said sweetly as Orders stared at her. "You don't need to be certified to teach in Gotham."
"…Who in their right fucking mind lets you teach sex ed?" Orders said as Veronica shrugged.
"Well, most schools BARELY do it nowadays, so it was pretty easy to get signed up to count for extracurriculars…"
"WHO IN THEIR RIGHT FUCKING MIND." Orders repeated, louder just in case the smiling Veronica didn't hear her the first time. "LETS YOU TEACH SEX ED?" she said as Veronica wiggled a finger in her ear. "Who lets you around teenage boyS?!"
"Well, it's not for boys. It's girls only." Veronica replied sweetly.
Orders' purple eyes flashed; she stared at Veronica coolly, unsure what to make of her. There was something in the way she said it… Orders had a very STRONG feeling that whoever DID hire her, right fucking mind or not, was smart enough to realize that leaving the real-life hentai sensei in charge of teaching young men Sex Ed was a STUPID idea, so limited the class by gender.
For whatever THAT was worth.
"Fine. The poor choices of the education system aside. WHY are you here?"
"I need a substitute, and Grace is busy," Veronica replied simply. Orders had to admit, Grace was her second choice. "So can you loan me someone? Anyway. All they got to do is teach. I got everything all planned out and the itinerary and everything! She just has to follow it!" Orders sighed AUDIBLY as Veronica remained completely stoic. "If you could hurry it up, Orders, I would appreciate it. Alice and I have a flight to catch."
"Alice is going with you?" Platinum replied curiously.
"…Why wouldn't she?" Veronica asked just as curiously.
Orders groaned, finished her tea, stood up from her comfy chair, and, ignoring Veronica, moved along. "You deal with her." She said to Platinum before heading upstairs. Platinum hesitated, but Veronica seemed to take that as a suggestion.
"Well, you heard her! Deal with me!" Veronica then produced what appeared to be some sort of manila folder decorated with various cute doodles but a single word. Instructions. "Look, I got the lesson all down in here, just follow the instructions." She handed the folder to Platinum, who took it, opened it, and read through it curiously.
…All things considered, it was SURPRISINGLY cognitive and easy to understand… the pictures of someone clearly using a doodle of Alice's breasts seemed unnecessary, but that was under a heading 'Teacher's Notes'.
"…It seems simple enough." Platinum declared as Veronica nodded.
"It is! A little of this and that, it's just mostly talking." She said, "So I've spiced it up a little, but it's all in there!" She tapped the folder again. "I've got to go. I'll see you when I get back!" Platinum continued to study the files.
"…It seems very simple enough." She repeated, studying it curiously.
Time: 5:59 PM. Place: Gotham University (Off-Campus Classrooms)
Platinum had committed Veronica's itinerary to memory, and once she dropped off Orders at Superbabes, she then arrived at the Gotham University off-campus classrooms building. It was owned by Gotham University, but many of the classrooms located inside could be used for anyone. Special Education. Middle-School, High-school, kindergarten. When in a constant state of destruction and explosions, it was good to have a backup building to rent out.
Platinum arrived dressed in, according to Veronica's instructions, a black mini-skirt, a buttoned-up white blouse, and glasses. It was obvious Platinum didn't need glasses, as when her vision was wonky she would just get a tune-up. The glasses were purely for aesthetic reasons. She glanced up at the rather simply built building before walking up the steps and entering without a word, heading up the stairs and counting the rooms until she reached 207. She didn't bother to knock.
She opened the door and entered, casually glancing at the variety of young women sitting at the desks and, for lack of a better word, looking utterly disinterested in being here. An attractive blonde was absently taking 'selfies' on her phone, opening her schoolgirl shirt to show off a great deal of cleavage. She didn't have nearly enough to be considered a superbabe, but it did show off a great deal. A woman was wearing a significant amount of black makeup in Goth-punk style and absently listening to music, a dark-skinned woman chewing gum, a girl in glasses and pigtails, an Asian girl in a beanie and playing a Toggle Too, a Middle Eastern girl in a hijab casually chatting with the glasses girl. There was a platinum blonde with VERY Superbabe-like curves, snoring and drooling on her desk, and a girl with a sporty haircut absently polishing a baseball bat with little interest in much else.
"Hello. I am your substitute." Platinum said, writing her name on the board, before dropping a small case Veronica gave her on the desk, waking up the blonde who stretched and yawned.
Her plump lips stretched wide as her breasts jiggled and her fingers wiggled. "Bwaaah…" smacking her lips, she blinked at Platinum. "Hey, you're not Ms. Morehead." There were a couple of snickers, because of course there would be.
"No SHIT Becky." Said the dark-skinned girl with a slight French accent but a very non-Brielle-like figure. Still nice though. She blew a large bubble of gum until it popped and she sucked it back into her mouth.
"That sort of language will not be tolerated, Ms. Maryse," Platinum said, adjusting her glasses. Maryse flinched slightly in confusion.
"You know my name? I thought you were a sub?"
"Indeed. But Veronica has thoroughly informed me of you all." She then pointed in turn at each. "Becky, Maryse, Melissa-" she pointed to the selfie girl. "Meena," the girl in the hijab. "Rosie." She pointed to the sports girl. "Briar, Miko, and Ariel." The goth, the gamer, and the glasses girl, respectively. "I am aware of who each of you is."
"Good for you." Said Briar, looking at her suspiciously as Melissa stopped taking pictures long enough to look at Platinum, before returning to her selfies.
"Like… why do you look like Darci Mason?" she asked, eyes locked on the phone and hand brushing through her 500$ hairstyle.
"…My Mother informs me that we are distantly related," Platinum replied, which wasn't wrong from a perspective. As her endoskeleton was a prototype version of what was used to create Darci Mason, she was, in effect, Darci's 'older sister'.
"So you're not trying to look like Darci Mason?" asked Melissa absently, "And here I thought you were just tacky."
"No, that's you with all your sugar daddies." Said Miko, not even bothering to look up from her Toggle as Briar laughed. But Melissa surprisingly took it in stride.
"I'm not a whore, Briar. I am an INFLUENCER." Said Melissa smugly as Meena noted sassily.
"My Father says that's the same thing." Ariel laughed, and Melissa looked away from her phone again and gave them both a look that silenced them both, but they were still giggling.
"Look, this still counts as an elective." Said Rosie with a slight Spanish tinge to her voice, "No matter who teaches it."
"Yeah, but Morehead was hilarious." Said Briar with a chuckle. "This one sounds like she doesn't understand the concept of laughter."
"I understand the concept of laughter." Replied Platinum as they stared at her. "Regardless, I am your substitute teacher. Veronica was very thorough in the instructions she gave me."
"This is going to SUUUUCK." Briar groaned as Becky shrugged, her large bimbo breasts wobbling.
"I don't know; it might be interesting?"
"The Bimbo says what?" Briar replied under her breath.
"What?" Becky replied in confusion as Melissa sighed.
"God, Becky, stop responding to the white trash."
"What the FUCK did you call me, bimbo?!"
"I thought Becky was a Bimbo?" Melissa replied dismissively.
"There can be more than ONE fucking Bimbo." Declared Briar, getting up from her seat as Platinum contemplated what her mother would do in this situation. And found that when the other Superbabes would get 'uppity' she'd have Ronnie-Bell handle it… barring that she'd throw a plushie. She did not have a plushie… however.
WHOOSH!
The girls froze as Briar hesitated… her cheek suddenly felt like it had a burn on it; she tapped it, curiously, as something had rushed past her like a razor wind. She turned and glanced at the pencil lodged in the wall behind her. "…The FUCK?!"
"Briar. I will not repeat myself. There is no call for such language." Platinum said with her usual lack of emotion as the girls stared at her, lowering her hand after throwing the pencil… and no, she did not MEAN to hit Briar. She wasn't stupid enough to believe that throwing a pencil was as safe as throwing a plushie. "In this classroom you will behave yourselves." She declared as Briar, SLOWLY sat back down… as if afraid Platinum was a wild animal who would attack for sudden movements. Even Melissa, seeing the wall's new tack, put her phone down. Miko looked up from her Toggle Too, but it didn't stop her from playing it, however. "Now then…"
Platinum adjusted her glasses before writing on the board. Expectations. "Veronica would like me to inform you to temper your expectations." The girls looked at her, confused, and Meena raised her hand. "Yes, Meena?"
"Ms. Morehead told you that?"
"Yes."
"…Ms. Morehead who showed us pornographic material in our first class?"
"Yes."
"In a Bikini?" she added as Platinum nodded.
"Yes."
Rosie laughed, "She looked great in that bikini." Which was collectively agreed with.
"Expectations?"
"Ms. Meena, are you going to continue asking me these obvious questions?" Platinum asked. Now understanding why her mother often got annoyed with obvious questions people would know the answer to… It's not exactly the same thing here. But since in one way or another these questions involve Veronica, it was understandable.
"…It's just hard to believe." She said, a little meekly, as Platinum nodded in agreement, which seemed to cheer her up a little.
"If you know her personally. I assure you that is just not true." She sighed, "Regardless. What Ms. Morehead would like you to understand is that not everything is a pornographic ideal." Said Platinum.
"…I mean obviously not everyone is going to be me." Said Melissa confidently. But Platinum tilted her head at her, then looked at Becky, who seemed cheerful and blissfully unaware of the obvious. Platinum continued.
"Melissa aside." She said, turning back around to face them as she opened the box that Veronica had left her. "She would like to emphasize that not everyone who catches your attention, or who's attention you catch. Will show interest. Do not lower your expectations but temper them. The handsome man you might wish to be involved with could have a sexuality incompatible with your own."
"Oh, we already met Hector." Said Ariel as the rest of the girls sighed.
Platinum, however, frowned. "…The Dog or the Masseuse?"
"There's a dog?!" Meena said excitedly, which answered the question.
"Now then." Platinum said, "Tempered expectations also apply to performance." The girls stared at her as she reached into the box. "Contrary to popular belief. The average male phallus is around 5-6 inches. And that is putting it rather generously."
"Sounds to me like someone at the cock measuring place is biased." Said Briar as Platinum produced a 6-inch dildo as the girls laughed and giggled at how stoic she was as she slapped it onto the table. Where it rigidly stood erect with the testicle side facing the students. "Or haven't seen enough black dick."
"Like you've seen any dick." Noted Rosie as Briar scowled at her.
"More than you d-" she began but stopped as Platinum grabbed ANOTHER pencil. "…Dick." She finished lamely as Platinum continued.
"Due to media and pornography, the concept of 'bigger being better' has been ingrained in sexual culture." Platinum continued before producing a more 'Alice Approved' Dildo… which was more accurate than expected, as it had 'Alice's Boyfriend' with a heart at the end,sharpied on in black. Though the Dildo was more anatomically tanned at best. That too was slapped onto the table and held firm as Platinum gestured to it. "This is what is expected…" she then pointed to the other. "The reality of fact." She said. "You are significantly less likely to find anything over 6 inches… the size of a vaginal passage is 5 inches deep."
"Unless you're a big pussy." Declared Miko to the group's laughter.
"But it has the capacity to expand." Said Platinum before raising one leg and slamming it onto the desk before lifting herself easily up on it and, slowly, squatted on the Alice Approved dildo until she took it FULLY inside herself. Sitting on the desk to either the rather shocked cheers of the girls or the awed silence as Briar pointed at her.
"Ha-ha… there it is, that's the MOREHEAD teaching method!"
"Indeed." Platinum declared, shaking her hips on the dildo, thoroughly secured to the table.
"Holy SHIT, how is she fitting that in her? It's like a bat?" Rosie breathed under her breath as Becky blinked.
"I don't know, my brother Liam is that big." She tapped her chin, "…Actually, it's been a while since I've seen it. It's probably bigger."
"Bigger does not necessarily equate to better." Platinum continued like she WASN'T squatting on 'Alice's Boyfriend'. Just because someone has a large phallus does not equate to a good performance, just like a average size phallus does not equate to a bad one."
"Did you really just give us a 'motion of the ocean' line?" Miko asked, going back to her Toggle Too. "Whatever."
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
"Yo! Pizza! Ms. V, are you in there?" The girls blinked at the door in surprise; Melissa immediately turned to Maryse.
"…Did you order pizza?"
"Why would I order Pizza?"
"Isn't that like your national food or something?"
"What-SALOPE! That is ITALIANS!" snapped Maryse, ready to start a fight; however, there was a loud POP, and she hesitated. As Platinum stood up WITH the dildo still inside her, taking it off the table with her gynoid vaginal grip.
"Melissa's insensitive and inaccurate statement is wrong." She stated, obviously before stepping off the table with a rather loud THUMP. The dildo still inside her, "This was arranged by Ms. Morehead." She declared before heading to the door and opening it up.
There was a pimply young man in his late teens in front of her; his Pizza Hat hat was resting on his mass of curly red hair, and his glasses were almost fogged over on his flushed face. The smile on his face fell, and he looked uncertainly into the classroom. "Uh…" he blinked at her. "…You're not Veronica."
"I am not Carl. Come in." Platinum replied simply. "You are right on time." She said before taking the pizza, putting it on the side, and pulling him to the front of the class as he looked over the reasonably attractive women before him… Becky got his attention twice, and his seemingly excited confidence at Veronica's presence diminished even further. "Now. Strip." Declared Platinum as a collective 'WHAT' echoed from most of the girls.
"I'm uh… I'm actually. I thought Veronica would be here…" he said absently, "…Somehow it's less weird." He added under his breath as Platinum stared at him like she was disappointed. She wasn't, but he was a skinny, freckled-faced ginger… he was used to those looks. Platinum, however, agreed with him… Veronica had a habit of saying something socially insane, and people tend to go along with her. However, they've already come this far, and she had a class to teach.
"It is understandable you would be uncomfortably standing in front of a classroom full of attractive females. Not everyone can perform in front of others. However…" she grabbed her blouse and started to unbutton. "As we are on a timetable. We shall continue." She declared before yanking open her blouse and exposing her big, firm breasts for Carl and the girls. Either stunned in awe or laughing in disbelief as Platinum promptly took off the glass and wiggled out of the skirt. Carl watched in awe as Melissa noted.
"…Well, Darci Mason definitely didn't have that figure." Carl agreed, judging by his shorts rapidly pitching tent. Platinum's chest in his face as she reached around, grabbed the dildo, and extracted it, promptly tossing it onto the desk as he stared at it.
"Now. A practical demonstration is in order. And Carl was willing enough to volunteer."
"I bet, Meena said under her breath, unable to look away from the naked Platinum.
"As he needs assistance in this task… I shall help." She declared as Carl flinched nervously, holding up his hands.
"Wa-wait, I can do it, Miss… uh…" he paused, "…Aren't you Platinum at Superbabes?" he asked, confused.
"Yes," Platinum replied before promptly walking in front of him as Arial noted under her breath.
"Nice ass…" getting a rather sultry look from Meena as Platinum squatted down on her heels in front of Carl, before promptly yanking his pants down, leaning slightly aside and twisting, uncomfortably for a normal human, to look at the girls.
"As you can see, Carl is of average size," Platinum said as Carl covered himself.
"…You didn't have to say it like THAT." He said as Briar, Becky, Melissa, Maryse, and Rosie all cheered and whistled.
"Woo-hoo! Average!" they laughed as Carl turned red and ALL of a sudden this seemed like a VERY bad idea. "Wooo," Miko added halfheartedly.
"He is also not fully erect, so I shall assist in the matter."
"Assist-OOH yeah…" Carl moaned as Platinum opened her mouth before wrapping her lips, designed for blowjobs, around his phallus before becoming a vacuuming blur up and down his shaft. "Oooh-my GOD…" he gasped as her lips and tongue vibrated subtly for maximum pleasure. Gazing up at him with her silvery eyes as she twisted her head steadily up and down, feeling his cock resist the shame of being stared at by a classroom of relatively attractive girls around his age, and simply enjoy the mind-blowing feeling of a gynoid, specifically designed for pleasurable company.
Well, not SPECIFICALLY, but highly leaning towards it.
"Holy crap. Look at her go." Said Briar, surprised.
"Is nobody going to question this?" asked Maryse. But in a tone that said she wasn't going to stop it, she was just curious.
Platinum's lips stroked Carl's cock to maximum erection, tasting his pre-cum on her tongue before loudly popping off his dick. It wobbled uncertainly as he instinctively grabbed her platinum blonde hair, thrusting his hips towards her face. However, Platinum grabbed his wrists, pulling them away from her head before standing up.
"Ah come on!" he said with a groan as Platinum, naked and with a little saliva dribbling down her chin, addressed the class.
"As you can see, he is erect and nearly ready to ejaculate."
"Ugh!" Melissa scoffed and shifted her desk away along with Maryse in the opposite direction. "I SWEAR if you get that fucking NUT in my hair!" she said sternly, only getting Carl's cock to vibrate like it was ready to explode.
"Quit talking, bimbo!" Maryse said, although sexy French black girls were apparently also a fetish for Carl.
"NNGH!!" he tried to restrain himself, pre-cum oozing from his tip, and was aided by Platinum wrapping her fingers around his base and squeezing. "HAAH!? AAH…" he fidgeted comically as his face contorted. "NNgh!"
"Both of you please be quiet." Declared Platinum. "Now then. Ready to ejaculate." Platinum repeated, "The average male tends to last a few minutes."
"HEY!" snapped Carl indignantly, only to squirm again. "C-Can you let go?"
"No. Because you will ejaculate before it is necessary." Platinum replied stiffly as he whined. "I am teaching. Hold on for a few minutes." Carl then tried to think of things that DIDN'T turn him on. Certainly not Rich Blondes, French Ebonies, platinum blondes squeezing his dick… something that DIDN'T turn him on!
…Getting hit with a bat hurts. He tried that painful memory and not the goth with the big tits swinging it at him.
"Now. Some women, and men, find the taste of semen fairly satisfying." There was a collective groan of disgust. From 'Eww' to 'Gross' to 'Bullshit.' "Generally speaking, it depends on the dietary intake of the one producing it." She glanced at Carl. "…Sugary drinks and Pizza are not ideal. Fruits are more palatable."
"Hey! I drink diet!" replied Carl; however, Platinum essentially ignored him.
"Regardless. Some mild stimulation will extract the semen." Said Platinum as Carl whined.
"MILD? Stimulation? This is MILD?!"
"Yes." Platinum replied, "More RIGOROUS stimulation will obviously dramatically increase the speed of ejaculation." She promptly strutted around the desk and finally released Carl's girth to rest her hands on the desk and present her shapely behind to him. "There are a great deal of sexual positions. For the next few moments we'll use the 'rear entry' position." Said Platinum, "Other common positions are missionary, cowgirl, and doggystyle-"
Platinum suddenly twitched as Carl slid into her exhaust port. Her eyes flicked, processing the information as Carl pushed his average length to the base, burying it into her rear hole as she jerked subtly. "…Carl has decided to penetrate my rectum." Noted Platinum as the girls blinked. "…It is not recommended you have anal intercourse without preparation. Lubrication, stretches… and most of all permission." She stared at Carl, who was trying to enjoy the feeling of Platinum's ass and was now enjoying it a little less.
Because despite the fact that it was tight and snug, she did have a metallic, steely stare that told him he was pushing it… literally.
"Now, the likelihood of being sexually satisfied using standard vaginal sex depends on performance. But there are significant examples of achieving an orgasm through other methods. Masturbation the most likely. But usually the phallus will ejaculate before then."
"Hey!" snapped Carl indignantly. But Platinum ignored his complaints and instructed him to continue.
"You may now begin trying to prove science incorrect." Declared Platinum as Carl smacked her Platinum booty before pulling out and slamming into her from behind. Platinum's body spasmed slightly as he began pumping back and forth, steadily at first, before speeding up and smacking her ass again. It bounced and wobbled far more than Veronica, who was more 'healthy model-like' in body type, not 'specifically designed sex object'. Like Platinum.
"" You like that, don't you?" he declared, feeling her squeezing around him as he pumped faster and faster. Platinum leaned over the desk, her breasts bulging against it as she moaned loudly, and satisfyingly. The girls in class were watching in awe now, more so than the usual 'this is crazy' sort of viewing… because as Briar soon put it.
"…This is actually really hot."
"Oooh. Ooh… oh…" moaned Platinum encouragingly as Carl smacked her ass again.
"You like that?!"
"I like that!" moaned Platinum with, oddly, a very Veronica-like moan as Carl sped up his thrusting hips. "Ooh! OOooh!" grabbing the other end of the desk as Carl, encouraged, began thrusting wildly into her body.
"Yeah! Take it in the ass! Of baby! Just like that! Just like that!" Carl moaned, yanking her back by the hips into his thrusts. "Ugh! Gonna! CUM…" he groaned as Platinum moaned again, "Oooh!" vibrating tightly around his cock, he groaned and sped up, his cock pulsating as he buried it into her ass. "Aah! Ah…"
"OOoh!!" Platinum suddenly went limp, shaking her ass behind her as Carl smacked her ass again and slowly pulled out of her as he finished inside her. Carl slapped her ass again, as he grinned proudly. But suddenly Platinum shot upright. Her look of pleasure regressed back to stoic. "As you can see. That is what is to be expected when you spend a significant amount of time watching pornography." Platinum declared as Carl was stunned by the jarring change of mood from Platinum, before quickly trying to defend himself.
"I don't watch a lot of porn!"
"Or a significant amount of time with Veronica Morehead." Platinum added without breaking stride, and that silenced Carl's argument but not his admittance.
"…Okay that… that's fair."
"Now." Declared Platinum, standing upright naked and continuing on with the 'lesson' as instructed. Also naked. "This is a good opportunity to discuss the 'Pull out' method. Anal sex is a valid way to avoid pregnancy, but a minuscule amount of semen could result in an unexpected pregnancy. There are various ways to avoid this-"
Rosie, however, raised her hand, and Platinum turned to her. "Yes, Rosie."
"So… just take it in the butt?" she said with a cheeky grin. Platinum seemed to process it. "I mean you didn't exactly demonstrate taking it the usual way."
"In the pussy." Briar noted as Rosie rolled her eyes.
"True." Platinum declared before grabbing Carl by the phallus and stroking him as he moaned reflexively, feeling her hand subtly vibrating on his shaft.
"H-How are you doing that?!" he moaned as she turned her attention to the class.
"We were slightly driven off topic by anal sex." Platinum replied, "While the Anus can be transformed into an erogenous zone, this takes time. Vaginal penetration is generally the preferred method to release endorphins through sexual intercourse.
"WHOA?!" Carl was suddenly thrown onto the desk, his head hanging over the edge at the girls as Platinum got back onto the desk and squatted on his erection, piercing him into her pussy as she rolled her hips on his lap. "Oooh!"
Platinum rested her hands on his chest before rolling her hips skillfully like a lap dancer, addressing the girls stoically as she began to bounce up and down on Carl, eliciting a moan as he grabbed her waist tightly. "In the practice of expediency, I will demonstrate how to quickly satisfy a male partner." Pressing down on Carl, his hands clawed at the desk as Platinum's hip moved like a piston in a sports car.
"Oooh MYYY GOOOOOD!!" Carl howled, even managing to get Miko to look up. As Platinum, literally, went through the motions, many of the other girls were watching enraptured as the beautiful platinum blonde slammed shot upright, throwing her head back and, from the look of it, having a fast-forward orgasm on Carl as he jerked and jiggled happily under her until, once again, ejaculating inside her. She slammed her hips down on his lap, shivering and moaning erotically as he clutched to her chest, shaking as he emptied rope after rope of Semen into her core…
Platinum, seductively, tossed her hair and gazed down at Carl sensually as the other girls, even Miko, stared, unable to look away. "…And that is how expectations g,." Platinum said in a sexy purr before adjusting her tone and reverting back to her usual self. Slight glitch in her system, she stood up, stepped off the desk, and went back to teaching as a stunned Carl slipped off the desk and crashed to the floor with a big goofy smile on his face. The girls were now paying more attention to HIM over Platinum. "It is HIGHLY recommended to wear condoms during intercourse, or take other preventative measures-Yes Ariel?" she asked without turning around as Ariel jumped slightly.
"Um… Ms. Morrigan?" she asked Platinum hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"…Are you going to put your clothes back on?" she asked as Darcy turned around to look at her curiously.
"We have already been slightly deterred off schedule due to a brief foray into Anal intercourse. It was not on the itinerary Veronica gave me."
"Uh huh, and did Ms. Morehead ask you to tell us this naked?" asked Meena curiously as Platinum looked her DEAD in the eyes.
"Yes." She said, simply matter-of-fact. "…Are there any complaints?"
"…Not from Me." Moaned Carl in satisfaction as Darcy nodded.
"Then I shall continue the lesson. We are running low on time." Darcy replied, going back to the lesson before adding. "Carl, please put on pants; it is a distraction." She added as Carl crawled slowly up to peek over the desk.
"For who?" he replied uncertainly as Darcy continued casually.
"I am unsure. It was in the instructions Veronica gave me." Declared Darcy casually before continuing.
"…FUCK, Ms. Morehead is crazy," Briar mumbled under her breath as Maryse added to the thought.
"Who's crazier? The Crazy woman who thought this up or the crazy woman who follows her?" one of MANY questions they had as Darcy continued, some of which were actually on the subject matter.
Time: 7:24 AM. Place: Gotham (Orders House)
Click.
The front door opened as Orders entered after a long night of work, yawning broadly as Darcy handed her sleepytime tea. "Thank you, Darcy." She mumbled.
"You're welcome, mother," Darcy replied as Orders drank.
"So how did teaching go?"
"Lucrative," Darcy said as Orders sipped.
"…Did you take your clothes off?"
"Yes, Mother," Darcy replied straight-faced as Orders sipped again.
"…Regular business from Carl then." She nodded dismissively. She finished her tea, putting her cup down on the table as she looked at Darcy and hesitated. "…What's with the smile?"
Darcy blinked at Orders and casually looked at her reflection in a particularly shiny picture frame showing a younger Orders with Candice, Orders' Mama, and a collection of other very pretty girls. "…Am I smiling, Mother?"
"Your lips are slightly upturned." Orders noted casually, yawning again.
"…One of the girls called me 'Ms. Morrigan.'…" Darcy said after a moment of pondering as Orders' purple eyes flashed. "Is that alright?" Orders got a look on her face similar to her 'daughters' and after a moment, a corner of her lip twitched.
"I don't see why it isn't." Orders replied casually, "Enjoy your day, Darcy." Orders said as Darcy's face stretched into a full smile.
"Thank you, mother." She said as Orders added.
"Veronica AND Rodrigo are banned from my house until further notice."
"Of course, Mother."
End
I have returned! Sort of. I've been trying to write this for awhile, it's been a trek :D
But now that FUFT is finished for now it's back to the main series. We're almost done with 7s, next up is Flash's 6... wait...