- Ahhhh ... Hold the thief! - hysterically screaming high beauty clattering heels.

The thief with a purse ran straight at me. I don’t know whose commands were performed by my body, but clearly not the heads. The thief was not rocking, but it wasn’t in my rules to run into trouble and here you are - I get in his way like Batman! And the next thing I saw was a dirty sidewalk.

I woke up from frantic shaking and strong slaps.

“Oh god, are you whole?” You are my savior! Thanks you! - cooing over me the beauty stopped shaking me. “I owe you one.”

- Uh-uh ... Do not worry, arms and legs in place, everything is in order, - I mumbled standing up. Despite the bravado, I felt like a train moved me. Hell, how much did that guy weigh? The locomotive man managed to move me and hide, but an elegant leather handbag miraculously remained in my hands.

I did not even have time to blink an eye, as the woman of fashion gently took my arm.

“At least let me treat you with a cup of coffee,” the woman of fashion cooed, nestling close to me. So closely that the blood from the head is literally glass to another, no less important organ. “I think I know how to thank my knight.”

Oh, I would suggest a couple of ways how she can do it! This baby was probably not the first to walk in the area; she quickly found a bar in some corner of the street. We sat down at a table in the darkest corner and the girl ordered a cup of beer. It wasn’t at all like the promised coffee, but I was only happy about it - I don’t often have to drink a beer with a sexy chick older than me. Especially if you're eighteen.

- Sasha, tell me, do you believe in demons? - with such unexpected words, she began our conversation with the girl sexy lips licked. - Oh, I see you do not believe, but it does not matter.

“Oh, how do you know my name?” - I was surprised.

“Well, suppose I am a demon and I know a lot of things,” she grinned, looking at me with her red eyes. Saw such lenses now in fashion. - For example, your English teacher is still an arrogant bitch, albeit sexy.

I shrugged.

- Well, yes, there is such a thing - I sipped from a glass. So what, that woman with gadgets, but such a sweetie and the terms of the law. - Every kid in school is not averse to giving it to her. Even teachers.

She laughed loudly.

“Oh, those schools ... You were lucky, for fate brought you together with me,” she snapped her fingers and smatr-von (SF) in my pocket buzzed. “Consider it a gift for saving my unicorn skin bag.” Extremely rare thing, so this is the least I can do for you. Yes, yes, yes, a good suction under the table is now more desirable for you, but soon you will change your mind.

Embarrassed, looking away, I reached into my pocket for my SF, wondering what could be better than sucking, and how sideways Alena Petrovna, our bitch, was an Englishwoman. A sign popped up on the screen about the successful installation of the Alena2012 program. My fingers danced impatiently on the touch panel - I was eager to know if it was a Trojan? We saw such gifts ... A week ago, Lyokha threw such a gift.

At first glance, the program seemed simple, even primitive, like a brick. A smiling photo of an Englishwoman torn from VKontakte or classmates, an incomprehensible counter showing zero and the “Question” line with a blinking cursor.

- What is it?

“That money cannot be bought, sugar mine,” she purred seductively. “There are no manuals for this thing, an annoying omission, but you will figure it out.” This is compensation for the inconvenience, but there will be no further freebies, - the devil winked playfully and the Alena2012 counter showed 15.

Taking the last sip of beer, she reached out like a cat and slid out of the table.

- Sorry, sugar, it's time for a girl to run, business and business ...Thanks for the beer, see you soon, do not hesitate, - without turning around mysteriously, she threw over her shoulder, moving towards the exit. Behind her, she looked no worse than the front, ooh, and her ass was wagging! Like it or not, but the blowjob was preferable.

Well, the trojan is not a trojan, but I was bred for beer.

I came home gloomy and irritated, the mysterious girl pretty warmed up my appetite, and did not satisfy him. Locked in my room, I lounged on a bed thinking about what had happened. It was all so strange: the thief-locomotive, the beauty-demoness, an incomprehensible app ... Everything seemed unreal. But I wanted to insert painfully as real.

I was not a freak, but I didn’t find much popularity among girls either. However, thank God, like the boys. Brown, meter eighty, average build, not a fool, but did not shine with a special mind. The average in all subjects except Literature, here I was all fine.

Having sighed heavily, I decided to interrupt my introspection and finally study “Alain 2012”. The string "Question" was waiting. I waited for the question. No need to be a genius to guess who to ask. But what should I ask?

“Why is she so irritated in class?” Enter. It seemed to me that it sounded better than “Why is she such a bitch?”, And many people asked this question. The message "Want to spend one point on the answer?". If I want to? Damn it! Twice "Yes"! A window of answers appeared in which the reasons were written line by line and this list was not small. If we assume that the reasons were in order of importance, then the inscription on the top read “Annoy students”, then went “Not regular sex life”, “Family problems” and so on. “New shoes from Louboutin are too tight!” Finished me the most! And we then whispered how they go to her, pull up her ass! We have long been rumored that she grew up in a golden crib and does not have any difficulties in the money issue, but so much so!

Scrolling through the list, I did not immediately notice the "Edit" button next to some lines. At first I thought it was something like a comprehensive dossier on Alyona Petrovna, torn from a secret government database, but something did not give me rest. Probably due to chronic spermotoxicosis and beer mugs, I had a great idea to replace “Irritating students” with “Excite students”. The program asked if I wanted to spend 4 points on it and again the answer was “yes”. I saw no reason to save. On this funny note, I closed the program and stuttered at the computer until the night playing WOW.

The next day, the strange events of yesterday evening were almost forgotten. As usual, I got up, washed, had breakfast and went to school. Immediately after Algebra, the second lesson was English. Nobody knew why, but to admire an Englishwoman today was a more pleasant joy than usual.

A tall, curvaceous blonde, in a snug business suit, looked more like a business lady than a teacher, and today she came in her “annoying” gray Labutenes the same color as the suit. A young, 26-year-old beauty with velvety, well-groomed skin, her lovely bust of the fifth size was a real magnet for the lustful looks of men and the cause of the envy of girls. But if you still break away from her buffers, you could appreciate her beautiful face with skillful makeup, elastic ass and awesome sexy legs, which many wanted to see apart.

The lesson was surprisingly calm, the teacher was surprisingly restrained, moreover, a pleasant aura seemed to emanate from her. Only closer to the end of the lesson, while I was admiring her charms, how her chest was rising and falling heavily, an unexpected conjecture struck me. Yes, she is excited! Look and blush on the cheeks! I was ready to argue it also flows like a faucet in the toilet.

I did not immediately have the courage to assume that the program was to blame for everything, because it is impossible! But what if thanks to my stupid “pranks” a class full of students now really turns it on?

The idea has matured by itself.Something convincing is needed - another “edit”! Imperceptibly getting SF, I asked a "question" - What are her habits? The list is not small, because everyone has them and our bitchy teacher is no exception. Check this out,...