Chapter 4

"Do you know what we have?" Greg asked Dr. Phillips. "We have a natural designer."

"That Cheryl Travis girl you've been following?"

"Yes sir. We toured the school, looked at everything, and the only thing we could see to fix was outside. She has everything in that school, including rooms she's never been in."

"Oh?"

"We got a look inside the electrical closets," Hanna said. "There is no way she could have seen the insides of those. They were complete and accurate, down to the last detail. When we got back to the monitoring booth I ran tests on them."

"I take it she was still at school."

"Yes sir. The electrical closets were exactly by the book."

"She could be drawing that information from The Construct," Dr. Phillips said. "In fact she probably is."

"We assume she is. But she figured out how, or at least her subconscious has. Sir, we need a mind like that designing aspects of The Construct."

"She's a month short of her 16th birthday. That's two years before I could legally hire her, even as a Temp."

Greg nodded. "Granted, sir, but I'm sure there's something we could do, put her on a retainer, or give her a part-time consultant's position. We need this girl."

Dr. Phillips rubbed his chin. "There are difficulties, you know. Her father, for example, doesn't picture her doing anything but marrying who he chooses, and spitting out babies for the next 10 years or so."

"Can't we offer him some money?" Hanna asked.

"It's never that easy," Dr. Phillips said. "She's safe as long as she stays in high school. The law says she must attend, and his church agrees. But I'm betting he has wedding bells in mind for the first weekend day after her graduation."

He held up his hand. "That isn't to say that I won't work on this. I've seen her scores, and she has a lot of potential. Now what else did you want to see me about?"

"We want to do a couple of things, sir," Greg said, leaning forward in his seat. "The first one is for her protection."

"We want to set up a duplicate of Claiborne," Hanna said, "but without the nudity or sex. It'll look just like a regular high school. We'll put an avatar of Cheryl in it, and let her parents see that. And we'll insist that they do, 'for the girl's protection' of course. Nuts, if we work it right, we could even bring members of their church in for a viewing."

"That might present a problem," Dr. Phillips said. "They oppose the idea of The Construct vehemently."

"I'm surprised her parents let Cheryl in."

"It was a medical recommendation," Dr. Phillips said. "She's been having 'strange' dreams, and exhibiting 'odd' behavior. It was suggested that using The Construct would be a good way to examine those problems. As of yesterday her 'odd' behavior has diminished to zero, and her dreams are a thing of the past, well, except for one involving horseback riding."

"A lot of girls get enamored of horses," Hanna said. "I know I did."

"Hmm, yes. Anyway, the counselor at the school she attends told her parents that her problems would stay away as long as she continued to see us. It's pro bono, by the way, in case you were wondering."

"Not my department," Greg said, and Hanna shook her head.

"What was your other idea?"

"Well really, it has two parts." Greg glanced at Hanna, who gave him a slight nod. "We thought of creating a Claiborne, but without Cheryl, and introducing real teenage students into it."

"The nudity and sex?"

Greg and Hanna both nodded.

"And the other?"

"Introduce select people into Cheryl's school. The more experience we get with that place, the better it'll be for us in the long run."

"More teenagers? Or adults."

"Um, both," Hanna said. She colored at the memory of what she and Greg had done. "It'll take careful screening to find the right people."

"That doesn't begin to cover the half of it," Dr. Phillips laughed. "You're proposing that we find kids, and adults, who will be able to do the class work, which is both advanced and accelerated, and who will be as sexually active as our little minx. That's a tall order. There are laws and regulations governing some of that behavior, and we'll be skirting the edge of the law."

"At the very least I think we need to find people like that," Greg said. "There might be some we can find who are the right age."

"I'll think about it," Dr. Phillips said. "I'll get back to you before Monday on that." He smiled. "Best I can do. I don't like to make snap decisions like that."

"We think there might be some internal problems, too," Hanna said. "If Adrian Martin has her way, we're going to be audited by a court."

"I'm sure we will be," Dr. Phillips said blandly. "Go ahead and set up your first proposal, the vanilla high school. If we're going to be audited, then we need to give them something to audit."

"We took the actual Claiborne and we—"

Dr. Phillips held up his hand. "Don't tell me. I don't need to know that sort of thing. Now, is there anything else?"

"No sir." "Not really."

"Then get back to what you do best."

As they rode down in the elevator, Greg and Hanna shared a look.

"Did we get everything we wanted?" Greg asked.

Hanna shrugged. "Possibly. At least we weren't ordered to shut it down."

"Do you think anyone's reviewed any of the tapes?"

"Worried about our visit?"

He nodded.

"Worried about what I might think?"

He nodded again.

"If it means anything, I am, too. We should have realized the risk."

"We should have realized how thoroughly her subconscious controls that part of The Construct."

"Well, that, too. Did you have fun?"

Hanna gave him a smile. "Enough that the next time we're in The Construct, if our duties allow it, I'll want a repeat."

"What about here, in the real world?"

She shrugged. "I'm not sure. I want to think about things, make sure I'm comfortable with it. You may be right, this may be something we can only do in The Construct."

"Wouldn't be the first time that's happened around here, and it probably won't be the last."

"We'll just have to make sure it doesn't interfere with our duties."

He was silent until they reached the lunchroom. They still had 30 minutes before Cheryl was to show up. "I know this one routine that's quite popular," he said. "It's a Mexican beach house."

"Umm, sounds nice." She gave him another smile as she got her lunch out of the refrigerator. "Like I said, I'll have to think about it."

Cheryl smiled when she felt Ron come. Other girls said they couldn't; Tina, one of her best friends, said the only way she knew a boy had come was when he stopped moving. She didn't have that problem. Her pussy was so sensitive she could feel a boy's come spurting into her. And if they were strong enough, or deep enough, she could feel his come hitting her cervix. That was a real turn-on, and more than once it had set her off again.

Ron slumped a little, and then leaned down and kissed her, first her tits, and then her mouth. She giggled at his kiss, and kissed him back.

She liked how his lips worked over hers, how sometimes his tongue darted through for a quick caress. Not every boy did that, which was a shame. She knew that a lot of girls would love it if a boy did more than just press his lips against theirs.

Ron's body was solid without being over-muscled. That was one of the things she'd seen with boys in other schools: the jocks piled muscle on top of muscle. What was puzzling was that there were girls who got excited over that. Muscle, she'd decided, wasn't that much of a turn-on. Strength didn't have to come from muscle.

Ron was a good example. He was lean, with a nice butt and a solid chest. He probably couldn't bench press a Buick, or do 100 chin-ups and 100 push-ups. But he drove into her with authority using his most important muscle. He was about average in length, but his cock actually curved up a bit, and seemed to hit all of the nerves in the front of her pussy. And that curve meant he also levered her open even better than if it was straight.

He eased that delicious cock out of her; it slid across her thigh, wet with her juices. She could see a couple of drops of come on its pink, helmet-shaped head. She'd seen a lot of cocks since she'd started at Claiborne, and Ron's was one of the better looking ones.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding close. She snuggled happily against him. She liked fucking, but there were times when she felt so open and vulnerable, especially after a good, hard climax, that a boy who held her and comforted her was precious.

She wondered if she could put together a school album of boys' cocks. Would she want them up and ready? Would she want them in a quiescent state, or would she want them halfway, and perhaps wet with a girl's juices, and showing just a hint of come? She sighed. She knew it wouldn't happen, but it made a nice fantasy.

"I suppose we should clean up and get to class," Ron said. He nibbled on her earlobe. "I'd rather stay here, though."

She reached back and caressed his cheek. "I would, too, but..."

They both laughed softly as they got up. There were other kids around them in the alcove; some were still moving, others snuggling together, enjoying their post-orgasmic bliss. There'd definitely be a line at the showers, so everyone would have to hurry.

She and Ron fooled around a little while washing. She made sure his cock and balls were nice and clean, and he did the same with her pussy; one great thing about Claiborne was that boys knew their way around a girl's body. Feeling his fingers on her clit, or sliding into her, was a turn-on, and she knew more than a few girls went to their next classes wet and ready. That was why the breaks between classes had to be so long.

"Who were those people I saw you with the other day?" Connie Raymond asked as they filed into Trig.

"People from another school," Cheryl said. "They told me they were impressed with our academic results, and wanted to set up something like what we have here at Claiborne."

Connie looked at Brad Connor; his cock was half-hard and was banging against his thighs. "Do they want to replicate everything we do here?"

"Could be. He was kind of a kick as a partner, and the woman with him loved getting eaten out."

"Sorry I missed the fun. What did you show them?"

"Everything." Cheryl shrugged. "I swear they looked in every room in the building."

"Be kind of fun to visit their school after they get it set up," Connie said. "All sorts of boys to get to know."

"Yeah," Cheryl said, picturing a line of naked boys with stiff cocks. "You're right, that could be fun." She was going to say more, but the teacher had entered the room. She slid into her seat, giving Brenda, the girl next to her, a smile.

After class she went directly to the library. She had things to look up, and she knew she wouldn't have the time if she got involved with a boy. Lunch was coming up, though, and when she saw Shawn she began nibbling his ear. He caught the hint, and gave it to her hard, making her moan through a climax that seemed to last forever. Afterwards they ate and talked.

P.E. was just as fun as always, even if she did have to wear a bra. It was basketball again, 3 on 3, and they ran up and down the half-court. They weren't very good, but it was fun, and everyone seemed tired afterward. They weren't too tired, though; the fun in the shower seemed to last forever, and she finished on her back, her pussy a little sore. She was almost too tired to get up, but so were the boys. She couldn't recall that she'd ever come that hard or that long before. And that last one had been the best.

"I'd love to have P.E. twice a day," Gretchen said as they sat on the bench and brushed their hair. "I think it'd be great."

"We'd certainly be in shape," Cheryl said. "After all, this is an aerobic exercise, and it's good for us."

"Yeah, and so's the basketball." They both laughed. "Seriously," Gretchen continued, "have you looked at the list of events on the bulletin board for this competition against Mary Magdalene?"

"Not really. Anything interesting?"

"Most of it's academic."

"Oh. I was hoping..."

"Hoping... ?"

She'd pictured herself fucking several of the boys from Mary Magdalene, and then stopped. Was she even sure boys attended that school? She didn't know.

"Is Mary Magdalene a regular school?" Cheryl asked. "I know it's Catholic, but do they have boys there?"

"I think it's an all-girl's school," Gretchen said, "but I don't know." She stopped and looked at her brush. "Be nice if they had some boys there. Anyway, if you're interested, the sign-up sheet comes down at the end of the day."

"I'll think about it."

She did, but she didn't have that much enthusiasm for it until later that afternoon. Bill had just given her a really good climax, and then held her waist while he flooded her insides with his cream. They were lying with their arms around each other, and goofy grins on their faces, when he mentioned the competition.

"I think we could best them academically," he said.

"Oh, no doubt."

"They'll beat our sports teams, though, because we don't have any."

She nodded. His cock had softened somewhat, but it really hadn't gone down, and as he talked it was doing interesting things to her insides.

"I thought we could all get in the same room for the tests, and we'll dress as we do—"

"Or don't," she laughed. Oh, she thought, he felt even better down there when she laughed. And from the expression on his face, he felt it, too.

"Yeah, or don't." He adjusted his position, and his cock slid out and back in just slightly. "Anyway, they'll dress as they do, and I'm sure we'll be a distraction. Could you see the two of us sitting side by side. You'd be stroking me, and I'd be rubbing you."

"And then we screw them silly?" She pushed up with her hips. He got the hint, and pushed back. In seconds he was stroking his cock into her, gently and smoothly.

"Well..." It was clear he was losing his train of thought. That was all right, she was, too. His cock was turning her insides molten, and his body was caressing hers. She squeezed her thighs against his, tightening the muscles of her pussy, and making him feel even bigger.

They kept that up for several minutes. She was getting hotter and hotter, and his cock seemed to be getting longer. He bent and sucked on her nipples. The feeling raced through her, pushing her closer to the top. She held on to him, moving automatically, getting closer to that final moment.

"You ... you ... you're gonna ... make me ... make me come!" Speaking ... thinking was getting harder and harder to do.

"Same here," he got out.

"God ... come for me ... come in me ... give it ... to me ... give ... come!"

It was like an ocean wave, big and powerful, something she felt coming for several seconds before that final mad moment. She cried out as it crashed over her, sweeping her away in its mad white heat.

When she came back to herself he was still thrusting. She lost herself in his strength and power, riding his cock up to another climax, spending against him in one long glorious moment. And after a third time, the strongest of them all, she felt him come, felt his jets striking deep within her, finally dousing the fire that had so nearly consumed her.