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There's something nice in the air. It's the first day of the spring semester and I have this indescribable feeling that something nice is about to happen. Call it intuition, but when the world starts to look a little more "pink" I know that's my little special power picking something up. We all have it. When Buttercup is around something good, she smells spice. When Bubbles is around something good, she tastes sugar. And when something nice is about to happen to me, the world is tinted just a touch more pink. I call it my rose-colored glasses. I'm the only one aware of our powers. I'll let my sisters figure this out on their own. Being a good leader is about knowing when to allow life to be the teacher as well.
So I'm waiting for it. My something nice to walk into my life. This power has truly saved me. I used to be tense, and neurotic, anticipating the next bad thing to happen. Always needing to have control. Then one day in High School I went shopping with Buttercup and she dragged me to the back of her favorite store hoping to get a reaction out of me. Dildos, vibrators, lubes, plugs, lingerie, you name it. All I could say was,
"WHY IS IT SO PINK?" The typically dark black room was lit up like Barbie Christmas for me.
Buttercup laughed and pulled the pink vibrator off the wall next to me, "Dare you to buy this or you do my laundry for a week."
So I did. You can't punk the leader unless the leader is a punk bitch. I'm a lot of things but I'm definitely not that.
I hid the device in my room ignoring the pink aura coming from the black bag, until I got curious… After that night everything changed. My grades got better, I got calmer, and my social life improved. I saw what the power of self-love could do. I thought I wanted to be a doctor or engineer because I believed that was the best help I could offer the world. I realize that the best way I can help the world is to share how I helped myself. Now here I am in college a Psychology major with a minor in Women's Studies, sitting in the elective class I've been anticipating all winter break. "The Psychology of Sex."
I secured my seat and waited for the class to fill up. The professor is almost ready to start until one person unceremoniously shuffles in and takes the quickest and nearest seat available. The room got a little bit more pink. Bingo. He was tall and dressed like he didn't want to be seen. The hood of his pullover was tied tightly around his head and he wore his black jeans 90s baggy. His acid-wash denim jacket was custom, from the distance I could make out the red stitching. His shoes are what stood out the most. It's hard to pull off red shoes, but it all ties together with the jacket. He's subtly telling the world "drip or drown."
"Young man, please take your hood off when you enter my classroom," the professor requested.
The mystery man sighed and pulled the hood off to reveal a red ball cap. The bill was hidden behind his head. The professor was about to protest but he was interrupted.
"I know, I know the hat too." He gently lifts the hat from his head and places it at the corner of his desk. He prepares the hair tie from his wrist and messily pulls his hair into a mid-height bun exposing a fresh perfectly tapered undercut and letting two copper waves frame the front of his face. He offers a subtle smile to the professor. The bow to his grand reveal.
Instantly there are murmurs around the classroom. He must be attractive but from my high angle, I can only see the back of his head and a touch of side profile.
"What is your name, young man," the professor inquired, "since you have completely disrupted my class?"
He shrunk a bit more into his seat and gave a shy chuckle. "Um, Brick sir. Brick Jojo."
Oh, this is a very nice something indeed. If he was here, his brothers are not far. Buttercup has enough issues with the monsters and Bubbles has been acting weird since her summer studio at the University. Another thing about me is that I know I'm smart, so now I believe I know what's happening at all times. Suddenly everything begins to click.
Bubbles had been acting weird since this summer because they've been here since this summer and Boomer must be in the same program she is. Not too sure what's going on there, but I trust it will lead to the right place. Considering she hasn't told us about him I can assume they're not evil. Buttercup has been getting stretched thin with monsters. We've offered to help multiple times but she says it helps burn off steam from her shitty professors. Every time she comes back from a fight she says the monsters must like bakeries because she always smells cinnamon. Butch is following her. Let's keep it that way to not mess up any of the control groups. So all that's left is you. Why are you just now entering my orbit?
I spent a good portion of this semester collecting research. I made sure to get to class before him, so as not to blow my cover. No need to look to the bleachers when you have the first bottom seat. I studied his body language. Tense, timid, humble, but someone aware of how they stand out. Why are you in this class? He has the demeanor of someone who is trying to fly under the radar. He's probably hoping he doesn't run into me. He's likely just here for an education like everyone else, but there's something about him that tells me that he needs something… more.
Ask and you shall receive. It's time to cover the allure of the Femme Fatale in class. My specialty. The professor goes over the archetype with the class and it is time for open discussion.
"Miss Utonium," the professor announces me for the first time in class and I watch his shoulders tense. "Please tell us your thoughts on the Femme Fatale archetype."
I purse my lips and contemplate my response. I need to offer something that'll make him take the bait.
"The Femme Fatale is a nuanced character that is posed as an allure to his/her counterpart's sense of power. They present this illusion of mystery feigned as a power grab utilizing her unapproachability, which is what calls for attraction in the first place. Down to the walk, attire, body language, and conversation, the Femme Fatale is simply a test of conquest."
Brick scoffs below me. Target hit.
"Something to add Mr. Jojo?" The professor shifts the attention to him.
"Well, I disagree. Many dynamics can fall into the Femme Fatale archetype that doesn't necessarily fall into the trope of their walk, attire, or body language. The allure is not all in the conquest. Her presence in the environment she typically appears in calls for something," his voice gets softer towards the end of his sentence, "more."
Almost what I'm looking for but not quite. Time for more bait,
"What could possibly be the allure of her then, if not the conquest of her sex?" I lean forward in my seat lazily placing my head in my hand with a knowing smirk. Bite me.
He snaps his head in my direction without missing a beat, "The anticipation of an actual challenge in the first place!" His eyes got wide for a moment at the sight of me then relaxed not breaking eye contact but I already saw it.
Now you see me. You almost forgot who I was, but at the sound of my name, you met the challenge of me readily despite the tension. So that's why you're in my orbit? You need a challenge. You need a little anticipation. Something not so predictable, so ready to bend to your will and you to theirs. You forgot who you were for a while. Must've been Cityville. You could use someone like me.
I lifted my head and gave a soft nod in his direction, "Agreed." Thus the edging of Brick Jojo began.
I like to use my talents sparingly. No not the superpowers, the power of attraction. Playing with Brick is a lot of fun. I already established eye contact even though since that day he had been doing his best to ignore my presence. Even holding back being my sparring partner during open discussions. That's okay, there are other ways to get your attention.
Like touch.
I make sure to come to class late and appear to be in a hurry to get to my seat. Such a shame that I stumble on the step and place my hand on your shoulder to steady myself. You're so conveniently placed at the bottom seat right next to the stairs. I caught your blush when I looked at you through hooded eyes and murmured a subtle, "Thank you, Brick."
Bonus points for using your name.
Or smell.
I raise my hand and request to be excused from class due to a Powerpuff emergency. I rise from my seat gather my belongings and make sure I fix my skirt. It's finally getting warm out. I made sure to put I nice amount of perfume this morning. Especially being sure to layer with notes of cherry and vanilla. I bounce down the stairs past you and let my body do all the work. Bonus points for not wearing panties.
And finally acts of service.
I skip a few days of class. Yeah, big scandal, cue the eye-roll. Everyone knows I can pass this final in my sleep, but it makes for the perfect opportunity to copy notes. Luckily I know just the right student.
I stop him in the hallway after class, "Hey Brick, do you mind if I copy your notes? I missed a few days due to PPG duties and you're the only other person I see taking them in there." It's true but I chew the inside of my cheek to add to the nerves and look up to him with pleading eyes. Wow, he's actually a whole foot taller than me. Sexy.
He shifted his weight in front of me and honestly looked like he'd rather do anything but that. He sighed and replied, "When and where Pinky?"
I beamed up at him, "Are you free for lunch tomorrow at the coffee shop? Our finals are next week and the sooner I get those notes the sooner I can study." And the sooner you can try this toy on me that came in the mail today.
"Um…" he mulled it over in his head, "Sure, is two okay to meet you there?"
"Two is perfect, thanks Brick I owe you one," I make sure to casually stroke his arm in appreciation before walking away.
I get home and unbox the newest addition to my collection. Perfect black and red lace panties and bra set, with a remote to match. Equipped with powerful but silent vibrations (to the human ear) and interchangeable "insertions."
This is going to be fun.
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