Prestigious (Yume & SuperHans)
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				Title: <strong>Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SuperHans</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 19:06:34</strong>
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				Carl Jordan sat on a bench outside the Headmaster of Raleigh College's office, reading through his letter of acceptance again. It was condescending stuff, and the headteacher had been just as arrogant. He was glad to be at the school, that was certain, but he knew he was being looked down on.<br><br>He'd been offered a place at the school (fees negated) because of an essay on World War I that had found its way to one of the most senior teachers' desks. That was the apparent reason; it was really more because the school's quotas needed to include at least a few "unfortunates" as the head put it, but Carl didn't mind.<br><br>What he <em>did</em> hate was the way he'd been looked down on ever since getting here. He'd shown up to registration with red and white Converses, jeans and a Stone Island jumper. It didn't fit in well with the Prada bunch, and he already hated the uniform. He'd been given looks ranging from dirty to disgusted, and he started wondering if he would snap this term and nut somoene.<br><br>Some of the posh girls though, to be fair, had looked at him with interest as well as snobbery. He knew he was what passed for handsome, with a smooth face and long eyelashes for a guy. He paid attention to his dark hair, gelling it every morning and ensuring it was wavy and stylish enough. He was not a grubby pauper (although he couldn't really contest the 'pauper' part) and took pride in his appearance. But he was not the same class as the rest of the students here, and he knew it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 06:06:48</strong>
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				Emily stepped out of her chauffeur driven Rolls Royce, her group of friends waiting at the entrance of the college for her. Her custom made French shoes clicked on the pavement as her driver shut the rear door and passed her Hermes school bag to one of her friends. Being the idealistic student, Emily had her uniform perfectly tailored and pressed, each article worn exactly as indicated in the student handbook. <br><br>"Emily!" one girl whispered to her. "The new pauper is here!"<br>"He's sitting outside the Headmaster's office!" another butted in.<br><br>Emily grinned, tossing her long dark brown hair over her shoulder as a devious look formed over her hazel eyes. "Let's go greet him then, ladies," she said, leading the small group into the building. As they made their way through, she finally laid eyes on her new student. "Ah, you must be the new pauper- Oh, I mean student," she said to Carl. "I hope you enjoy your time here at Raleigh," she said in&nbsp; a sickeningly sweet tone that had the other girls giggle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SuperHans</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 11:09:27</strong>
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				"Thanks," he said warily, not failing to catch the sarcasm in her voice. You could tell the difference between them in a moment. She'd spoken using an accent usually found at Ascot and Sothebys, a snobbish tone held over generations. He'd replied in a distinctive cockney that he couldn't shake even if he tried, right down to pronouncing the TH at the beginning of the word as a sluggish <em>F</em>. Fanks. <br><br>But their differences did not end at voice. Even if the school paid for his uniform to be tailored to him specifically, he doubted he could wear it as primly as Emily. Her hair looked like one of the maids had spent her entire morning fixing it (which was probably the truth) whereas all the gel and rubbing gave Carl's hair what some would call the 'indie feel'. He'd probably look common even in his uniform.<br><br>"I'm Carl," he said, smiling. <em>Relax, they're not better than you.</em> Those were the words his mum had said before he got on the coach. He'd repeated them all day, trying to make himself feel better.<br><br>He had no idea how much Emily would prove those words wrong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 05:36:44</strong>
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				Emily frowned at Carl. "I didn't ask for your name, pauper," she said. "And I really don't care to know your name or any of the unfortunates that are so privilege to be here with us. In fact, I can think of better uses for you unfortunates than to be considered one of our peers. " The girls behind him sneered in agreement till the headmaster's door opened. <br><br>"Emily! On time as always. And I see you've gotten acquainted with Carl," he said.<br><br>Emily nodded, a charming smile replacing the earlier frown. "I have. And I would love to show him around campus and teach him about our wonderful college," she said. "And show him his place in line," she muttered under her breath, audible enough for everyone to hear but the headmaster. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SuperHans</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 08:48:05</strong>
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				"I get it," he said sourly as they headed outside. "You don't want me here. I get that, you're just stuck up, and it's fine." He looked from Emily to her friends, wanting simply to walk off but knowing it would lead to questions on why he'd abandoned his guide.<br><br>"But what I don't get is why you offered to be my guide!" he continued. "That means I'm stuck with you for at least a couple of weeks. Couldn't you have spraypainted 'chav' on my dorm room door instead? At least it'd be quick."<br><br>He did not immediately ask what Emily had meant by <em>better use</em>. Nor did he realise he'd find out exactly what she meant soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 04:38:52</strong>
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				She laughed. "I always do favors like this to be on the Headmaster's good list," she said simply, and the other girls nodded as if it was a known fact. "This makes one of the favorite students who'll get anything they desire." <br><br>Emily exchanged glances with the other girls as a smug look appeared on her face. "Well, I won't spray paint your room, that would ruin my manicure. But we could see how else we can mark your dorm room instead," she said, turning on her heel and leading the way to the dormitory. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SuperHans</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 08:14:32</strong>
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				Carl was immediately nervous. Not only was this girl evidently popular and could decide whether he <em>stayed</em> an outcast throughout school or just started as one she also had the headmaster wrapped around her little finger. The popularity he could give or take, but he couldn't stand to drop grades. As much as he felt the outsider in this new school, he wanted to do well in it. He was the only member of his family with the chance he'd been given and the smarts to pull it off. If he failed at Raleigh, no one at home would have a go, but he'd know they'd be disappointed. His dad, who'd left school at fifteen to work on a building site, would forever resent him for squandering such an opportunity.<br><br>He hoped Emily wouldn't realise how much he depended on grades; he didn't give off a geeky or studious vibe, and he'd avoided trouble in his last school by pretending he didn't give a tinker's cuss about education. But if she really was on the headteacher's good list, she could make things difficult if she wanted. And he didn't want to know what Emily would do if she realised that was important to him.<br><br>"We're here," he said nervously as they reached his door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 03:54:29</strong>
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				Emily rolled her eyes as they reached the door. "Well, you're not going to make me open the door are you?" she asked, appalled that Carl didn't immediately open the door. She grabbed him by the arm and turned him to face the door. "Open the door for a lady, that's the very least you should know," she ordered. <br><br>The girls behind them giggled as Emily became even bossier to the new student. Watching her was always entertainment for them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SuperHans</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 11:09:27</strong>
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				"Just having the title doesn't make you a lady," he sneered. But he did open the door for her; it was the first minor step into slavery, but he didn't know that. "I bet you are, aren't you? Some kind of landed aristocrat. And the rest of you as well," he said to her friends.<br><br>"Doesn't impress me," he said as he gestured for them to go in. The room inside was a sharp contrast to the grandly decorated corridor. It had clearly been furnished and decorated with cost in mind, not like the opulent dorms of Emily and her friends. It had few chairs and a dusty desk that seemed to be made of balsawood. It was the scholarship room, one of several.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 19:23:10</strong>
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				"What a good boy," she said, patting him on the head when he opened the door. She snickered, perhaps he wouldn't so hard convince after all. <br><br>"We of course are all aristocrats, born to be leaders of governments, companies, anything that involves power and money," she said, looking around the scholarship room. "Our importance is something you might not grasp, as it's not in any text book."<br><br>"What a pitiful situation you live in. Not even my servants back home live in accommodations like this. I can make you an offer though," she said, a sly smile on her face. "I can offer you the servants room next to mine, but on a few conditions."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SuperHans</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 00:21:34</strong>
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				"Yeah, yeah, very funny. I wasn't born with a silver spoon jammed up my arse, so I should be grateful for charity and blah, blah, blah." He rolled his eyes disdainfully. "Go on then, I'll humour you. Name the conditions. This should be good for a laugh."<br><br>He sneered. "And yes, I have a basic understanding of what you 'aristocrats' do. You're all a bunch of parasites, from what I see. Not that I'm a red, but you do profit on other people's work way too much."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 06:17:28</strong>
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				One of Emily's friends stepped up and slapped Carl's cheek. "Don't you dare talk to Miss Emily like that you scum!" she shouted at him. <br><br>Emily pulled the other one back. "It's alright. All the scholarship students think we owe them something," she said, calming the other one down. "The condition is you do what I tell you to do. Without question or hesitation." She took a glance around the room, amazed that something so shabby was in the confines of the school. "In return, you'll receive many privileges that only I could give you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SuperHans</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 12:03:24</strong>
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				He reeled in surprise as one of the girls slapped him. "If you were a guy, we'd have a problem right about now," he said with a sneer. <br><br>Turning back to Emily, he merely snorted. "I think it's probably best if you stick your 'privileges' where the sun don't shine. I'm quite happy here, as it goes, not being anyone's little bitchboy." But he had a feeling that Emily could make things far more unpleasant for him if he didn't take up her offer, and the thought made him nervous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 07:02:37</strong>
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				"Very well then," Emily said with a shrug. "Enjoy your first and only day here, because by the end of today all of the professors here will not like you." <br>She turned on her heel and made her way out the door, her group following her obediently. "He'll regret that for sure," they whispered amongst themselves as they headed to class. <br><br>The bell rang, signaling that classes were about to begin and students began to file towards the main buildings. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SuperHans</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 19:54:45</strong>
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				Even before Emily promised her influence would spread, the effects started to materialise. Her friends had evidently been to work spreading the word. His first teacher refused outright to give him a textbook, saying that they didn't have any spare. When Carl asked if he could share with anyone else, the teacher refused coldly. The second teacher had been worse; he'd refused to issue Carl homework as there was "no point." <br><br>By lunch, Emily's influence was evident. By the way everyone in the entire canteen refused fearfully to sit next to him (entire groups moved) he guessed that she was the most popular girl in school, and aptly feared. <br><br>But what was the alternative to this? He knew fully well that if he came crawling back to Emily this would all end. But was this really that worse than being at the beck and call of some posh bully that would make him humiliate himself on a daily basis?<br><br>He knew what he had to do. He c<em>couldn't</em> fail out of this school. And whether he liked it or not, everyone in the school was a slave to Emily. All he was doing was making the process direct. He headed over to Emily's dorm at the end of the day, his head held in shame.<br><br>"You win."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 05:52:16</strong>
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				Emily giggled in delight. She didn't think he'd give in this quickly. "Of course I would," she said in her cocky tone. She got up from the plush chair at her desk and walked across her dorm room, which was significantly bigger than all the rest. <br><br>"You'll be staying here," Emily said, opening a door that could be mistaken for a closet door. "It's my personal servant's quarters. I'm the only one who gets to have a personal servant. Everyone else must work with whatever the school can give them," she said with a sigh, as if she pitied those who couldn't bring their own people. <br><br>"But before I let you stay there and allow the rest of the college to acknowledge your existence, I'd like to see you show some form of loyalty to me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SuperHans</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 01:07:18</strong>
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				"Fine," he said with initial resentment in his voice. But she'd said <em>loyalty</em> rather than sheer obedience, so perhaps resentment wasn't the best way to go. He knew Emily had hated him on sight and that whatever this test of loyalty was, it would be nothing he would enjoy. But although she hated him, his being her 'personal servant' prevented the rest of the school hating him. Which was good enough for him.<br><br>"I mean, fine," he said, trying to sound more enthusiastic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 01:57:09</strong>
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				She giggled and grinned when Carl changed his tone. "That's better," she said. She sat herself down on her plush chair once again. "First off, bring me some tea, I need to relax. And don't screw it up, I can't believe that some commoners drink horribly made tea from a bag." Emily watched him, wondering what she could do with him. Hopefully he would be more entertaining than he seemed.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SuperHans</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 08:02:13</strong>
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				He rose up immediately to do so. Tea was a speciality of his. Most were content when it came to their tea, but Carl thought it wasn't proper unless done in a pot. He worked quickly, warming the pot to avoid the tea getting cold. When he was finished, he put the finished effort on a tray he found by the kitchen part of the room, complete with the pot and sugar. <br><br>"It's called a builder's tea, the horrible bag stuff," he said, personably enough. He did not know what he hoped to achieve with the friendly approach; perhaps he'd earn his way into some sort of honoured servant's position. Well, more slave than servant, and definately not honoured. But being above the level of the urchin it was fun to torment.<br><br>Of course, he wasn't holding his breath on anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 08:32:34</strong>
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				Emily placed the book she was reading down on her desk. "What interesting tidbits you know," she said with huge disinterest, not really caring what they called it. "Well, let's see how you do," she carefully took the pot's handle and poured herself a cup. After a sip, a surprised look came across her near perfect features. "Not bad for your first day." She then placed her cup back on the tray and took the entire tray. "Now, be a good servant and be my coffee table. My new one from France hasn't come in yet and I need somewhere to put the tea," she demanded bluntly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SuperHans</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 19:06:46</strong>
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				He winced. This was not making a cup of tea, this was outright degradation. Was this worth going to Raleigh College? The answer did not take long. <em>Of course it is,</em> he thought bitterly. Knowing that anyone he knew that saw him now would die of shame, he crouched on the floor with his back as flat as possible. He knew it would be incredibly uncomfortable, and that it was only the beginning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 04:44:51</strong>
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				Emily smiled, pleased that her new servant was pretty obedient on the first day. She place the silver tray on his back, picking up her cup of tea and her book and continued on what she was doing before he had arrived to her room. <br><br>"Out of curiosity, why did you accept to come to Raleigh?" Emily asked. "Are you like the other commoners who hope that they can acquire one of the silver spoons you mentioned earlier today? The fools who think we would hand them a good paying position just because of their ties to Raleigh?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SuperHans</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 10:49:19</strong>
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				"Why shouldn't we?" he said indignantly, getting a strong feeling that coffee tables had no right to be indignant but wanting to answer the question. "Back in the old days, you lot had a monopoly over places like this but it's different now. If you achieve high, you get the best school. And yep, that does lead to the best paying job. You may not like it, Emily, but that's the future. A college can't survive as just a playground for rich kids anymore."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 05:05:53</strong>
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				"It's not that," she said, waiving her hand at his words. "Of course you guys can get the best grades, all the recommendation letters and ace an interview. But if you're talking about certain companies-the big ones worth coming to Raleigh for- then don't hold your breath. A lot of them will either hire within the family for those executive jobs, or will hire in an associate or friend's family." She chuckled and placed her cup back down. "Don't get too hopeful and aim too high," she said condescendingly. <br><br>Emily shut her book and moved the tray aside to rest her feet on his back. "I wonder what's next on my agenda..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SuperHans</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 08:17:31</strong>
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				"I'm a footstool. Not much is too hopeful at the moment," he said sarcastically. At the same time he felt her heel on his back and suddenly realised he was erect; he would not have admitted it to her then, but he had something of a fetish for feet. It wasn't anything that ruled his life as he didn't generally act on it, but the thought of Emily's no doubt beautiful foot only a layer from his skin gave him an uncomfortable development he hoped she wouldn't notice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 01:53:50</strong>
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				Emily's friends came by, knocking on the door of her room. She swung her legs over Carl and went to let them in. <br><br>"Shouldn't he be answering the door for you?" one of them asked. <br>"He's busy at the moment," Emily said, gesturing to him as he knelt on the floor. "Have some tea," she offered, sitting back down and resting her feet on his back again. <br><br>One of her friends smirked. "He's been busy alright," she said, eying the bulge in Carl's pants.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SuperHans</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 11:23:57</strong>
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				He shifted uncomfortably. What was worse than all of Emily's friends seeing him with her feet on his back than them realising he actually <em>enjoyed</em> it? His face went red, and if there was a hole he could have jumped into, he would have done. <br><br>He did his best to lessen the erection, but couldn't. He simply used his kneeling position to avoid the gaze of the friend that had pointed out his shame.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 05:28:29</strong>
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				"Emily, I think you should take care of him," one of her friends said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I think there's a ton of things to relieve him of his erection," she said mischievously. <br><br>Emily got up and sat on Carl's back and reached down to grab his erection hard. "I didn't think foot stools would get so excited to do their job," she laughed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SuperHans</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 11:25:43</strong>
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				The moment she grabbed his erect member, Carl had an epiphany. He'd been approaching this the wrong way. Not only was he now protected against bad grades, he was now the plaything of no doubt one of the most beautiful girls in the school. He even had a nicer room in the bargain. Emily no doubt would never give him an ounce of respect, but suddenly that ceased to matter. He'd improved his lot at the school already. <br><br>He resolved at that moment not to combat Emily every step of the way, and not to resent her. As far as the rest of England went, the two of them were equals. But as far as Raleigh College and such institutions went, he was nothing but a lowly slave.<br><br>And at that moment, that wasn't so bad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 18:43:14</strong>
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				Emily laughed again. "Enjoy it, Carl?" she asked, her hand gently stroking the bulge for a little before squeezing it again. <br><br>The other girls laughed as Emily played with her new toy. "I can't believe you didn't find a new toy during the summer, Emily," one commented. <br><br>"It's alright, I didn't expect to find a new one so soon in the school term," Emily said, continuing to stroke and squeeze Carl. 
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				Post by: <strong>SuperHans</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 22:07:40</strong>
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				He felt his erection bulge with her strokes, liking the implication of being Emily's <em>toy</em> now more and more. It struck him that the longer he lasted under her hand without coming, the more he would impress. God, how long ago had it been that he was arriving at this place full of enthusiasm and assertiveness? Now he was trying his best to maintain an erection for the benefit of the rich girl that made him her pet. How times changed!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 04:43:15</strong>
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				"Take the tea set," she ordered one of her friends who took it and moved it aside. "I don't want him spilling any of that." <br><br>Emily smirked at how hard Carl was. "I didn't think you'd enjoy this at all," she said to him as the other girls laughed. She went to kneel by his side to unzip his trousers, pulling him out when she was successful. "I think you'd make a decent servant after all," she laughed, giving him a good squeeze before standing up and sitting on the edge of her chair which one of her friends moved for her. <br><br>Sliding out her panties she parted her legs and slid close enough to Carl for him to start working on her while the other girls continued to play with Carl's erection.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SuperHans</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 21:46:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He raised his eyebrows. This was <em>fast</em>. He was not a virgin; there had been a grand total of two awkward fumbles back at the Comprehensive. But this seemed so new for him. He imagined something mildly embarassing, but this was wonderful. His member was fully erect, and he was ready to show what a good boy he could be.<br><br>He pulled himself up, and Emily's friends quickly removed their hands. He entered her gently and eased himself in, amazed that her friends had not fled the scene by then. In one way he was asserting himself, almost as an equal partner. In another, he was performing on command.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prestigious (Yume &amp; SuperHans)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yume</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 23:12:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm," Emily moaned a little as he entered, her eyes closed. She was surprised at how controlled he was about it; her previous toys acted typically when honored with an option of sex with her. "Not bad," she said as he filled her up. <br><br>Emily's friends giggled. "What's the matter?" one asked. "Too afraid to fuck her?" she asked, giving a swift spank to his bottom. 
			</dd>
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