After a few brief moments had passed, one girl raised her hand, and was promptly called up by Elspeth in a tone of voice that suggested the old witch was happy somebody was offering to pick things up again.
“Tamsin! Thank you; please come-“
Before Elspeth could finish her sentence, the girl had already stood up, and was making her way to the front of the classroom. Her skin tone and name suggested she was of middle eastern descent, and her hair was as long and brown as it was shiny. James noticed that her eyes kept looking over at him, which after the multiple experiences in the classroom thus far, James knew either meant she was attracted to him, ready to make his life a living hell, or a mix of both.
After speaking with Elspeth, the girl walked over to James, still covered in soot from Suzanne’s carelessness and still fully erect from Abigail’s little prank earlier. However, much to James’ surprise, the girl didn’t raise her hand or announce what her intended transformation would be. Instead, she stared lustfully at James, smirking in a knowing fashion. She leaned in, and began to whisper in his ear, her clothed breasts dangerously close to touching his chest.
“You’re such a dirty boy, aren’t you. And I don’t just mean with the soot. Such a big, veiny boy, too..... I like it.” James felt his face warm, and even with his erection, he knew that he would have been just as solid down there because of these girl’s erotic words being said in a sensual, teasing way with a very attractive accent that rivaled even Carly or Maria’s.
“Miss Rahal. I do hope you haven’t forgotten the purpose of this class”, Elspeth interjected sternly, while half of the class either their all too familiar giggling or mutters of annoyance and, in some cases jealousy. The girl pulled away from James, smiling innocently. “Not at all, Ma’am! Just letting him now what I’m planning to do.....”
As James’ mind ran wild wondering if what she said had technically been the truth, Tamsin raised her hand for her transformation.