serpent peyton Astasha licked her lips. They tasted of cherries. She smirked at the irony. Tyler walked through the room, casually ignoring everyone. Indifferent to a point almost. She could read in his incredulous gaze that he'd noticed her. He was trying too hard to be cool.. trying too hard to keep himself from being eager. Astasha smirked again. Her hooks were in deep in this one. She'd massaged his leg one day during lunch.. she'd played gently along with his boyish sparring that they'd done with words.. she stared thoughtfully at him as he spoke.. she laughed at his jokes. All the little drops of honey that she knew worked on soft-hearted suckers such as the idiot Tyler. He made a round about approach to her table, standing behind her for a moment, and Astasha knew he was watching her.. undressing her with his thoughts.. brushing her hair with a touch of his eyes. She smirked a third time.. he would speak to her soon. "Sup," said the buffoon. Again Astasha remarked at his casual indifference. She'd played this game many times.. she knew what he was doing. Perhaps if he tried to play himself off as uncaring, he'd make her lust for his attentions. But Astasha knew that if he truly was indifferent, he wouldn't be standing there in the first place. Poor desperate wretch.. time to spin my webbing.. "Oh hi Tyler, how are you sweetie?" chirped Astasha. She practically cooed her pet name in his ear, and she gently squeezed his wrist with her delicate hands. Tyler's cheeks flushed a little, and his feet shifted. The subtle signs of the onset of infatuation, and the stirring at the front of Tyler's pants illustrated her touch was as well a thing of magic. Astasha caught it all, and continued to weave her spell. They spent brief moments talking, Astasha letting Tyler talk mostly of himself, and the events of his day. Astasha paid close attention, plotting, and always made her eyes light up when it was time, and laughed at the appropriate moments. She remarked to herself how easily his features softened as she spoke to him, and how his armors had cracked and washed away from his demeanor, easily vanquished before Astasha's piercing blue eyes. Where was our indifferent Tyler now? Certainly not here. Here stood a naked imbecile, completely defenseless, and he was so intoxicated on Astasha's nectar that he had no idea how deep in the webs he was intertwined. Astasha produced a brush from her purse. "Tyler sweetie, could you brush my hair for me? I have a class in just a few minutes." Tyler greedily took the brush for her hands, letting his fingers trail for just a moment on her fingertips. "Keep making your moves Tyler.. step right on up.." thought Astasha to herself. "The more I let you have, the less you hold of your own.." Astasha giggled in spite of herself, as the first teeth of the brush wove themselves into her blonde locks. "Why do you need your hair brushed just for a class?" asked Tyler. "Oh, Alex sits behind me," chided Astasha, applying the needles into Tyler's skin. "I have to look my best." She felt his brushing slow for a moment. She could taste his pain in her mouth. She felt a stirring in her stomach, and she shifted her legs underneath her to accomodate the pleasure and amusement she got from just that small reaction. "Well.. you're always beautiful Astasha," weakly replied Tyler, trying anything to placate the fangs that tore into his defenseless emotions. "Oh thank you sweetheart.. You're so nice to me. I don't deserve to have a friend like you.." She put subtle emphasis on the word friend.. she let her poison run down his chest. If her words had a physical effect, her syrupy toxins would have mixed with the blood coming freely from his broken heart. She knew he was quite taken with her. She knew it all. All his cards, all his secrets, were lain out plainly before her. Like chocolates, she needed but pick them over, taking bites from everything Tyler held dear, and tossing back that which she didn't quite care for. Tyler would change it. He would quietly take away what she didn't want, and he would alter his whole being, just to better suit her moods. Astasha pulled her hair away from his fingers.. "I'm going to be late, Tyler. Give my brush back," she impatiently demanded. Tyler had the look of one who had been handed a burning stone, and wasn't sure exactly he was supposed to do with it. "Uh.. I'm so.. sorry Astasha. I didn't mean to make you late." "Don't worry about it. I'll make an excuse or something," replied she, and as she did, she flashed her winning smile and lightly whispered into his ear.. "My time is always well spent with you.." Tyler smiled sheepishly. Astasha walked away. "Hey.." whispered Tyler.. "Yes?" "Can I see you again?" "Maybe." "Alright." Astasha carefully walked to class, knowing which of the guys to look at, which to ignore, which to play against each other, and which to throw herself at. She knew them all. She knew all there combinations.. she knew what they needed. She knew their secret desires. Whether it was a quick make out session at a movie, a long fuck at her house, or a three hour love laden conversation over candlelight, she knew what to do. And when it was time, she knew where to put her teeth. She knew the tender spots.. and she would feel the wetness between her legs as she made them suffer her pains, and know her black toothed agony. Astasha was talented. She could juggle nine, ten of these pieces of filth at a time. And if one saw her with another, she didn't mind. All she had to do was give the one who pulled at his chains a little kiss, or whisper their fantasies, and her links would regalvanize again. She met Jason in the hallway outside the cafeteria. She rubbed Josh's arm outside her science class, and let Josh rub his finger on the underneath of her breast as she leaned against him there. Slaves.. all.. She adjusted her clothing, and put on her most pouty and downcast face as she crossed the threshold into her biology class. Alex liked tragedy, and of course she couldn't disappoint. It wasn't time to taste him yet. Yet. 020425 what's it to you? who go blather from