"Schoolgirl Fantasies"

[JJ Johnson]

Did JJ ever want to thank whomever thought that enforcing a uniform policy at the Academy was a good idea. Only made sense, since the place was just jammed full of snooty brats and whatnot. JJ hadn't quite believed it though, and he'd wanted to check for himself. He'd gone plainsclothes, which had apparently been the wrong move. They'd checked his ID at the gate, and he'd only barely managed to get inside. Bluster and lying had worked beautifully there.

Which left JJ inside to admire the view, and oh, was it so worth admiring. Girls in those cute skirts and guys walking around in suit and tie, looking just awesome. JJ certainly didn't mind eyeballing ripe fruit anyway, but when you wrapped it so deliciously, he couldn't help but stare.

and no, it apparently didn't occur to him that he was a grown man wearing a guest badge and ogling mostly underaged people. In case it hasn't been made clear: JJ's head didn't do most of his thinking. No, the part that did that had guided him straight here, and made his eyes raking over the students, mostly the girls (though he certainly wouldn't have minded a guy either). Oh yeah, he was definitely going to enjoy this new policy.

Was like walking onto the set of one of his best fantasies.

[Franklin Bishop]

The uniform policy wasn't exactly something Frankie agreed with, as she wasn't a fan of wearing skirts, especially not short skirts. The skirt she was wearing now, barely reached to her mid thighs and the knee socks didn't exactly make things any better either. She had completely forgotten to pick a set with shorts or pants and here she was, paying the price for exactly that. Sighing, the brunette rubbed the back of her neck as she leaned against the wall, adjusting her shirt.

While she did this, her brown eyes travelled over the courtyard, watching the different people in matching uniforms with contempt. She was so glad most of her classes resolved around dancing, because that meant she didn't have to wear this damned uniform every second of the day as so many others had to. Sometimes it was such a release to be a college student and a teacher assistant. It obviously had quite a lot of perks.

Pursing her lips, Frankie pushed herself off the wall the second she had finished adjusting her shirt and started moving forward. She felt clumsy and awkward in her new attire. It was so far from comfortable as it could ever be and it made her feel all forms of feminine. Not the good kind, mind. Well, hell, at least she had a dancer's body to show off, or something. Oh wait... She didn't give a shit. Right.

Looking down, she noticed one of her buttons on her shirt being loose. Lowering her hands, she almost crashed into someone while busying herself with the button, but thanks to the grace dancing had given her, the brunette was quick to react and side-step. Lifting her gaze, her brown eyes fell upon an older male, too old, with a guest pass. Frowning, Franklin offered him a quizzical stare and something similiar to a meek smile. "Sorry 'bout that, Sir," she apologized.

[JJ Johnson]

Damn, so many hotties walking around like this. Though JJ did see that a few had picked some kinda short outfit instead. The shorts were pretty damn hot overall though, and JJ certainly enjoyed them almost as much as he did the skirts. Shame that they couldn't get quite everyone wearing them: that would've been amazing. Even JJ wouldn't have minded a kilt type thing: would let him get access to his favorite body part that much sooner.

Eventually JJ noticed the hottie coming his way. Added bonus: she apparently was totally distracted by a button or something. JJ licked his lips and made sure to purposefully adjust so that she'd practically plow into him. Girl proved agile, and given that bod, JJ was betting she participated in some kinda athletics. About now, he was hoping for gymnastics.

"No problem, sweetie," he said, smiling. "Name's JJ, you'll probably want to be remembering that," he said, winking, "and I'm just an alumni who heard that there was new... scenery," his roaming eyes left no doubt as to what he was discussing there, "worth checking out. Things have certainly improved since I graduated..." and that smile and those lecherous eyes were now aimed directly at Frankie's face. Hey, she even had a pretty face.

Added bonus.

[Franklin Bishop]

Looking up at the guy, Frankie's expression went blank as she processed what the guy was saying. First, he called her something demeaning as 'sweetie', something people only called five year olds, then he made a crude comment, mentioning that she should remember his name (which she completely ignored, mind) and then... Well, he acted like every other boy-man out there. Blinking, Frankie cocked her head a little to the side before opening her mouth to speak, "Yeah," she said, nodding, "I'm betting the rumors have spread all over town by now." It was no secret that most of the students at the school were attractive. Seemed like the mutant gene only struck pretty people.

The guy had yet to do anything to put the brunette on the defensive, despite his obvious intentions. That could always be a miscalculation on her part. Besides, it wasn't like he'd actually do anything out in the open anyways, and even if he did, Frankie could handle herself. It was sort of comforting though, to know that he too had been a student here. At least she didn't have to worry about ringing any alarm bells. This school was filled with perverts already, so this was hardly anything new.

Hello, a school packed with cute girls in short skirts; They could have attracted much worse than whatever the hell this guy was, that was for sure.

"I'm Franklin, or Frankie for short," Franklin said and scrunched her eyebrows a little as she watched him; It was a little uncomfortable, the way he looked at her. Like a hungry lion staring right into the eyes of a lamb. Well, that could quickly prove to be more accurate than what she would have liked, but eh, again, there was plenty of people around. No need for her to act like a paranoid moron. At least, not yet. "If you think this is good, you should check out the cheerleader uniforms," she said with raised eyebrows.

[JJ Johnson]

Yum, this girl definitely did all the right things to that skirt. Though naturally JJ had already started to picture what she'd look like with it off, more particularly with it off her body and on his floor. Yeah... that was definitely the stuff. He did bob his head as she spoke, though the words didn't quite process. He figured she was probably just agreeing to what he said, since clearly what he said was important and worth of consideration.

A name came, and that caught JJ's attention. He drew his head back up to the girl. "Frankie?" he repeated. "Does that mean you're some kinda monster in bed? Should I be looking for stitches?" thrilled at his own brilliance, JJ smirked and ran his eyes down her body once more. Yep, definitely still doing all the right things to that outfit. Damn, why couldn't they have had uniforms back when he'd been in school? He would've loved every second of it.

Well, maybe not the actual wearing part, but JJ figured he could've modified the uniform and gotten away with it easily enough.

"Cheerleaders, huh? Well, I don't know, looking at you has certainly cheered me up. betting that you're an athlete of some kind," he bounced his brows and smirked. "Cheerleader... maybe dancer. I'm right," the smile showed teeth now, "aren't I?"

[Franklin Bishop]

Shifting her position awkwardly, Franklin narrowed her eyes. Monster? Wai- oh, Frankenstein. Clever. "Heh," she said, again, sounding very awkward. She wasn't sure what was the most awkward though, talking to this guy or wearing the uniform. She couldn't stop fidgeting at it either, which just made the whole thing feel even more hopeless. "Yeah, no, no monsters or stitches here," she said and grimaced. And why did he even interest himself in what people were in bed. Heck, for all he knew, she could be fifteen years old. Though, Franklin wasn't sure if that even mattered for this guy. Especially not with the way he, well, eye googled all the teenage girls.

Furrowing her brows, Franklin cleared her throat. She couldn't help but to smile meekly at that, though, because despite his cocky exterior, he was indeed correct, "Not a cheerleader no, thank god, but yes, I am a dancer." A quite good one too, but she didn't have to say that. At least, not to this guy. Something about him utterly creeped her out.

"And you?" she asked then, as an attempt to pull the topic of the conversation away from her and her... whatever it was he was looking at. Her body, probably. "What do you do? I haven't seen you around before, which kind of crosses out the possibility of you being a teacher. And you seem too old to be a student. Especially with the whole guest pass and all. Local?" She pursed her lips at that and her arms went around her waist as she took a small step backwards, as if to create a little more distance between the two of them.

Somehow, that felt kind of like a smart move.

[JJ Johnson]

"Well, we can always look you over later," JJ said, letting his eyes roam her body again. He practically licked his lips, and there was a feeling that only some vague remembrance of societal rules prevented him from actively doing so. His gaze did settle back on her face though. Soon his smirk deepened, the words "nailed it" practically audible from his expression. Guy had spent enough time oogling dancers and cheerleaders to know the body type when he saw it, and Frankie definitely had one heck of a banging body.

Ah, dancer. "Nice and--" began JJ, obviously ready to give another compliment that felt slimy as opposed to actually complimentary. He actually fell silent while she asked her questions, before swelling up slightly, almost literally. His chest certainly expanded, drawing the relatively tight clothing across his admittedly impressively muscled torso.

"I'm local law," he said, sounding like he'd just announced that his nipples produced chocolate milk and his crap smelled like rainbows. "Which means I spend my time protecting people, usually making sure rowdy mutants get put down. You know," he took a step forward, "handcuff all the trouble-makers, make sure that all those naughty folks end up in jail. Tell me, Frankie," he leered, "are you naughty?"

[Franklin Bishop]

She furrowed her brows, as if what the guy was saying didn't quite stick; In fact, it didn't. She had trouble processing the whole thing and understand how someone could be quite that crude. Sure, Franklin had a lot of male friends, so technically, considering that boys would always be boys, she should have been used to it, but no, she wasn't. Most of her friends had a little more tact than this. In a way, she almost thought this guy was kidding, which was partly why she wasn't reacting too much to it.

However, when the guy stated that he was a cop, she found herself sliding into a state of ease; If he was a police officer, he couldn't really be that bad, could he? No, she didn't want to think so. Maybe it was naive of her, but he did say he spent his time protecting people, so... Why would he do anything to harm her or her fellow students? Truth be told, there was no harm in looking and not touching either. Despite doing it so openly, everyone else was guilty in doing the same things. "Oh," she said and nodded, but stopped short when the guy asked her if she was naughty. Getting her words stuck in her throat, Franklin coughed.

"I uh, am not? I mean... I don't break the law. I think.." she said and shook her head. Wow, she was the worst person to talk to under pressure. "I'm not a rowdy mutant." The furthest she had ever gone to break the law was underage drinking, and that happened like once every blue moon. She spent most of her free time in the dance studio and well... She could hardly do anything there. "Not that I have a very beneficial power to be one either..." she muttered, more so to herself than to the cop.

[JJ Johnson]

...

did she seriously not get it? Like, even JJ was beginning to stare for a few moments here, not quite believing that she didn't get it. How did you make it to, well, whatever age she happened to be (the age where you got a body like "da-ahm" and boobs that were all ready for the "honka-honka") without knowing stuff like that? oh, this was gonna just be fun.

"Come on now," he said, taking a step forward and pushing his chest out slightly. "I'm sure that you've got an awesome power. You never know how to really use your powers till the right situation comes up, right? You just have to get... creative," and his eyes drew all the way up that tight little dancer's body, his brows bouncing with that last word, obviously thrilled with the prospect. "I could show you ways of getting nice and creative," he was tempted to flip that skirt up, start at least hinting at the way his creative brilliance operated.

[Franklin Bishop]

Squinting her eyes, the message the guy was trying to out was slowly taking form inside her mind, and once she realized just how crude his assortments were, her brown eyes widened. She could feel the nervous jitter spread from the growing lump in the pit of her stomach, to her arms and feet as if her body was hit with a streak of extreme heat. "Uhm," she stuttered, trying to press out any form of coherent thought, "I uh, I'm... F-fine." She took a step back then, lifting her arm to cross them over her chest, as if that made her seem less vulnerable.

But she already knew she had walked straight into the lion's den, as if she was nothing but a naive lamb, knowing nothing of the world around her. Which, in fact, was oddly correct.

She couldn't keep her hands still either. Every so often, they nervously shifted, clenched and tugged at the shirt of her uniform. Licking her lower lip she drew her gaze away to the students around them, "I should uh, probably get to class.." she said meekly and furrowed her brows, "But it was nice meeting you, Mister... Cop-guy."

God, she was such a child when it came to this stuff. How had she ever managed to stay composed around Niko?

[JJ Johnson]

Look at that, she was all stuttering now. Girls did that when faced with the utter magnificence which was JJ Johnson. It just made him swell all the more, in all the right places too. The grin that slithered onto his face only further added to that.

"There you go, being all good girl and heading off to class," said JJ. "Don't you know it's more fun to break a few rules every now and then? A little naughty makes things right," he'd moved closer and sort of drawled those words, the smile turning into a more predatory expression. It reached his eyes and made him look like nearly every serial killer to ever be shown on America's Most Wanted.

And why wouldn't he be? He was the big shark in this little pond, and he'd just found a guppy, and she was bleeding...

[Franklin Bishop]

Her jaw almost dropped to the floor when he spoke. Frankie's brown eyes went wider by the second and she simply shook her head in disbelief. Now that she actually understood what he was getting at, it was... Well, not exactly the kind of things she wanted running through her mind. Flustered, the crimson read spread over her cheeks with such a rapid speed she was certain she was about to lit on fire.

Stepping back, Franklin bowed her head, "Eheh, well, that is nice... sorta, but I really, really, reaaaaally have to go," she said, perhaps a little too quickly. "I uh, have this test I really need to uh, do and it's uh, very important for my, uh, grade. Yeaaaah..."

"K, so uh, bye." She didn't wait before turning on her heel and hurrying towards the front door of the school building, and unless he followed her, she really hoped that was the last she'd see of him.

[JJ Johnson]

Oh, they were always so cute when they got all flustered and worked up like that. JJ continued to grin all the while, his eyes never stopping in their consumption of her tight little body. The heat on her cheeks just made him want to gobble her up all the more. She was already backing up and getting ready to go, claiming that she had some sort of test or something. JJ recognized the retreat and knew he could technically lunge forward to catch her or something.

If he wanted to.

"Well, I'll see you around then," was what he opted for instead. He watched her leave, loving the way the skirt swished as she hurried along. Oh yeah, he was definitely going to be on the lookout for that one. he just hoped she was already eighteen: he hated having to deal with forged IDs or what have you. Just one of the small evils necessary for being him. But oh, what was that? College coeds who were altering their uniforms to show more skin? JJ was already on the way, the cute little dancer logged away in his mental file of perversions.