Thread: Dominating the School (google-Dakest_fate)

Naturally everyone had heard about his arrival even before he set foot on campus. The school wasn't exactly large it was a private school, an exclusive, elite private school, after all. News traveled fast, and juicy news, news like this, traveled even faster. The merest hint that a boy, a real live member of the male sex, would be joining the estrogen pool that was the Academy was enough to send people into utter fits. As soon as that rumor became fact, and that fact became reality, girls everywhere were atwitter. Denzel had several things going for him 1. He was attractive, and not merely physically so there was something that was already causing the girls and a few of the teachers to pay attention 2. He was new . Teenagers love all things new, and a new plaything topped the list. 3. His cock had to work better than the few men these girls had seen outside of their family and friends of their family. 4. He was black, ergo his cock had to be huge . This rumor started the moment people clapped eyes on him, and only spread. Of course, Emma Stone frankly didn't care about that sort of thing. She liked to pretend that she didn't care about boys period. This was school, the time and place to dedicate yourself to learning and studies. And Stone, as she was relentlessly called, preferred it that way. The pretty redhead threw herself into her books, oftentimes wearing glasses perched on the edge of her nose. Stone thought the glasses made her look like a nerd with so many attractive females about, the redhead had no clue about her own appeal. Her uniform was slightly big on her, hanging a little loose. It wasn't like you could really change that much. It was always a dark blue blazer over a white blouse with a weird scarf thing tied about the neck. The school's badge was emblazoned on the side, and girls were supposed to wear various pins to help identify them as whatever they were. Some did wear sweater-vests or something underneath, Stone among them, and so you occasionally saw something besides the jacket, but it was so painfully rare that most forgot. The bottom was a knee length skirt, plaid, with gray and blue pattern. A pair of navy stockings, essentially long socks, stretched nearly up to where the skirt ended. regulation shoes followed. Girls weren't even supposed to wear daring underwear, though Stone hadn't heard of checks supposedly old man Risten did mandatory undergarment checks, but Stone never seemed to suffer that indignation. She would have slapped him given the chance. thus attired, her glasses perched on the end of her nose, Stone approached the home of the newest star of the school. She wasn't entirely sure why she'd actually agreed to tutor him. The school had contacted her and been rather insistent that someone work with him. Denzel was behind, he would need someone to help him catch up. Stone had wanted to suggest that perhaps someone more... social would have been a better fit. This suggestion was summarily dismissed Stone had the highest grade, she needed to do more to round out her applications, she would do it. So reluctantly, the girl now knocked, then folded her hands over her skirt, waiting patiently. She wrinkled her nose and had to adjust her glasses, knowing that her blue eyes showed behind them, not that many people bothered to look over the geeky, wide-black frames. Stone had been called a hipster once, but her owlish blinking had dismissed that accusation. The door opened, and Stone looked up, only to find herself staring into a bared chest that appeared to have what some would call a six pack. She drew her eyes further up, following the noise to the face. It's fine, she said in a voice that nearly suggested the opposite. I'm Emma Stone, everyone just calls me Stone though there's another Emma, a cuter, more popular one despite having been here only since the start of the year. No, that didn't rankle at all Stone just loved being Emma 2 despite having grown up with most of her classmates. Seventeen years and they just decided the cute British girl deserved the name. What was worse was that Emma was one of the few girls Stone could stand. You'll need to put on a shirt though. Tutoring requires both pants and a shirt,' said Stone, walking into the house and looking around. She could feel her skirt swishing about, but hardly gave it any thought. As far as Stone was concerned, she couldn't look more frumpy if she tried.