Good for you

[Trust me, I can take you there]

 She knocked twice, softly breathing in and out through her mouth in an attempt to calm her nerves. 

 She had never done something like this before and the thought of it actually working made her even more excited and nervous.

 Med's angry voice yelled 'come in.'causing her to hesitate a little before sliding into the room. 

 He barely looked her way. 

 He was busy staring daggers at the papers on his desk, she wondered what had happened to change his mood so suddenly. He was happier than a bride on her wedding day just a few minutes ago. 

 She slithered towards him and stood behind his chair, the previous blue glow of the rytuid turning an angry red. 

 Her fingers reached for his shoulders and squeezed lightly. Med closed his eyes, relaxed his muscles and allowed her to take away some of his stress through a terrible massage. 

 "Hmm." A small smile rested on his face. 

 Yima smiled, this was going to be easier than she thought. She hadn't yet decided how far she was willing to take it if it came to that, but staring at him now she knew she wouldn't mind going all the way. 

 "What's the magic password?" Yima whispered in his right ear as she slid her hands down his arm.

 "Go back to your room" He said grumpily, slapping her hands away. 

 Yima realized that he wasn't in the mood for silly games.

 Yima pouted, "I thought we were having fun." 

 "You were wrong." 

 Yima pulled her dress down to show more cleavage before bending over and placing one hand on his desk. 

 "When was the last time you had fun?" Yima asked and Med narrowed his eyes at her.

 "Trust me, you don't want to know what I do for fun." He said as his eyes took the bait and stared at her partly exposed boobs.

 "You are awfully mistaken sir," She purred, "I wanted to know when the last time you had fun was not what you did for fun. I don't want to know that, I want to feel it." 

 Yima stared Med dead in the eye, challenging him. 

 "I'm a dropper, you stupid girl, a skilled one. Do you know what that means?" Yima could hear how his voice switched to a slow, low and husky I-just woke-up type of voice and her knees felt weak.

 "No sir, I don't." She replied and sat on top of his desk. 

 "When I read your mind that day you couldn't tell, correct?" She nodded, "That's because I've mastered it. For a dropper beginner their mind reading can easily be detected." 

 "How?" She whispered, her eyes never leaving his intoxicated lips. 

 "Let me show you instead." 

 Yima walked around the table, making sure to sway her hips, and sat down on the brown chair. 

 Med raised a hand to grab a uniform from the top shelf hanging above his head, she was surprised that she hadn't noticed it before. 

 His movements caused his shirt to ride up showing his stone hard abs. 

 She cleared her throat and without even looking at her the smirk plastered on his face indicated that he could feel, smell and hear her.

 Maybe it was the way he was watching her now with drunk eyes because she wanted him to touch and taste her too.

 "A dropper's uniform is designed differently.  Around their house badge are five symbols which represent the power they are capable of using."

 He slowly unbuttoned his shirt before removing it and putting on the school Jersey.

 He continued, "Let me demonstrate." 

 Below the badge, the symbol of an X was glowing.

"That represents fatal touch." 

 He stood up and touched one flower from the rytuid's tank, gently caressing it and as it burned underneath his touch she burned too, just not physically. 

 There was something about the way the veins in his hands popped up and the way his long, slender fingers caressed it to death that made her skin tingle. 

The badges' glow died down and he made eye contact with her. 

"This one represents telepathy." He pointed to the right side of the badge, she couldn't tell what symbol it was.

 "This is what happens when an inexperienced dropper tries to read someone's mind." 

 He zoomed in on one of her eyes and she felt a hand grip her head and she closed my eyes. It sunk deeper into her skull until it was holding a hand full of her brain, it hurt, but in a good way. 

"Think of something." His voice spoke and her mind wandered to dirty places. The pressure of the hand tightened and she knew he liked what he saw. 

 Her hard nipples pushed against her tight dress and she couldn't care less. 

Her fake scenario got dirtier and the hand pressed a little harder before letting go. 

 She let out a soft moan. 

**

"Why are you here?" She could hear his footsteps, feel him dragging her to his desk but she couldn't see anything no matter how hard she tried, the swirls of color were never ending. 

 He pushed her and she held onto the table for support. 

 "What do you want?" 

 "Anything, something and everything." 

 He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, she could feel his hardness and she smashed her butt against him, causing him to shiver. 

 She turned to look at him but could only see the low glow of an X.

 "I've been a good girl, I don't deserve tomorrow's punishment." She breathed out. 

 "Only stupid girls ask to feel the world." 

 He placed a finger on the knee of her exposed leg and slowly moved higher.

 Yima hissed. 

"I've taken my punishment like a good girl, only bad girl's deserve tomorrow's punishment." She breathed out. 

 Med chuckled.

 "Let's have fun first." He replied and placed a kiss on her nape. 

 He removed his finger leaving behind a first degree burn which couldn't be seen in the bloody red glowing room. 

 "Again." She whimpered drunk on the pain, the pleasure and the thrill. She fell back into his arms, exhausted. 

 "Let me show you how it feels to be a dropper." She nodded as she wiped the tears from her eyes, the second part of her body that was dripping wet. 

 "Hyperesthesia." He whispered into her ear. 

Without warning, he reached over and twisted one of her nipples. 

 Due to the exaggerated heightened senses, it felt a thousand times better. She knew this because she had done it many times and also let her neighbour, Ken, do it.

 She had never screamed that loud before. She could feel something building up, like she was reaching to hold something but it kept running away. 

 "Find someone else to help you catch it, my job was to help you with the chasing." Med said, his breathing equally as heavy as hers.