They had so much time – and enough budget left – that they could probably have another take at any of it.Most of the scenes had gone off extremely...well. There were no wooden performances and no one tried to steal the show from the others. A couple of scenes had required more than one take but none required more than four. Only the introduction to the finale had to be reshot front to back the day before – because a parked car was visible in the background from one angle and reflections off its. Glancing toward Cassie I smiled as I could see that she had been staring... poor jealous girl. I purposefully left the top two buttons undone knowing that would show off my cleavage. Reaching back in I pulled out my miniskirt, I wonder what the school's principal would think of me parading around dressed in this short number with my top half done... he probably would cream his jeans, I giggled.Leaving the gym I strutted down the hall leaving most males breathless as I clicked along looking just. My penmanship won awards, and I was ready to enter College.My good manners shouldn’t have been confused with servile-ism, but these young turks of ‘good breeding’ had been raised to privilege and wealth, and despite my fashionable wardrobe and man-servant, I found myself being ordered to haul some baggage as if I were a porter. I softly replied “Very well young sir, but know that my keep is twelve cents an hour.” He blinked at that, and wondered at how high I valued myself, and I answered that. . I don’t want to talk at all.”Duncan grinned as her tongue slipped into his mouth. This was what he was all about - women. Her body was firm against his, and with his eyes closed, it was easy to focus on her muscular form.The middle-aged librarian’s eyes gleamed as he unzipped his pants. He had the demon exactly where he wanted him - unconscious, helpless, and subdued.“This is what you get,” he gloated. “This is what happens when you mess with a Mentor.”“No...” Mr. Foster muttered, silently.