Amanda checked herself out in the mirror. For a sixteen year old girl she liked her figure but felt her breasts could have been a little bigger. Her mother assured her that all women felt that way except for those with chests double dd and bigger, and they all wished their chests were smaller.

Amanda liked the fact that her mother was wise most of the time, except when it came to knowing what her daughter was up to most of the time. She wondered if her mom knew her plan to enthrall one of her teachers today. If she knew she hadn't said anything but considering mom's laissez faire style of parenting that was no guarantee. Now if she had been planning on enthralling her dad her mom would definitely had something to say on the matter.

Amanda considered her mom. She'd inherited her bright blue eyes and wavy blond hair from her mother. Also her honeyed voice and captivating smile. Her mother was fuller figured, with large breasts and hips that a man would ache to caress. Rare was the man who could tell you what color her mom's eyes were, even after the second date. Of course once they did make eye contact they were even more of a goner.

Her mom was a natural when it came to hypnosis. By the time she had finished her first book on the subject she had already hypnotized her then boyfriend into marrying her without any prenuptual agreement. A considerable feat considering he had enough money to have lawyers telling him what a terrible idea that was.

Three divorces later she found a man she was willing to have a child with. At least that was the story her mom told Amanda. All Amanda knew for sure was she had grown up not wanting for anything and possessing a gift for wrapping men around her finger.

Naturally enough she didn't believe in working hard at school. Generally she could convince one of the smarter boys in the class to do her homework for her. And of course the male teachers never asked her for her homework anyway. For her number yes, but not for her homework. Except for her newest teacher.

A recent substitute, he was ex-military and possessed tremendous self discipline. Or maybe he was gay. Either way, he actually wanted her to do work in his class. And expected her to take tests! This had to stop.

Her first thought had been to ask him to schedule a parent teacher conference with her mom. But she decided it was time she learned to handle problems by herself. And if something went wrong with her plan, she could always bring in the big guns later. Besides, she thought to herself as she looked in the mirror, my guns are pretty big in their own right.

Alex sat at his desk grading a paper before class. These kids just couldn't seem to get a handle on solving quadratic equations. They were okay when it was in standard form, but jumble things around a bit on them and they were lost. Oh well. He would just have to spend some more time drilling the basic concepts into their head. If there was one thing he had learned from his time in the military it was that anything could be drilled into the thickest heads by the simple power of repetition. And repetition. And more repetition.

Of course one girl hadn't even wrote anything on her test. Oh, except for her name. And a large unhappy face. What was her name again? Oh yes, Amanda Sefton. What a piece of work she was. And although he tried to keep his ego in check, he suspected she was suffering a teenage crush on him. Certainly she had been casting fiery looks in his direction whenever he did ordinary things like ask her for her homework or whether she had studied for this test. An odd girl. Funny thing though, whenever he asked other teachers if they had problems with her, they just sort of gave vague answers about how she was a model student, and what a wonderful woman her mother was.

Well, he was looking forward to parent teacher conference night to unriddle that particular enigma. For the present he would have to give the daughter a zero and have her meet him after class to discuss her performance.

Meanwhile in her English class Amanda was holding court with her cronies Jill and Kim.

"Are you going to do it today, Amanda?" asked Kim eagerly. She was nowhere near as wild and bold as Kim but she was a good student and helped Kim through many classes when there were no bright boys in the class. Her high school was top heavy with jocks and light on nerds. Besides she enjoyed persuading jocks much more than bright boys. Besides she'd noticed the bright ones tended to ask themselves why they were doing things for her without any real reward. So smart girls came in handy. Especially when like Kim they were content to stay lost in her shadow.

"Do what Kim?" she asked with a bored smile.

"You know," she said excitedly "put the whammy on the new math teacher."

"He's so dreamy" said Jill. Jill was the opposite of Kim, a dynamic party girl without a brain in her pretty little head. She had a thought once but it died of loneliness. That had been 3 years and 150 days ago. Jill came in handy in a different way. Many was the guy who had wandered over to the trio to ask Jill out and found himself walking away with Amanda's homework tucked under her arm.

Amanda had found that although it wasn't as easy she was able to hypnotize girls as well. But where guys just seemed to naturally fall under the spell of her sparkling blue eyes, girls she had to lure under her spell with subtle inductions. In a way she enjoyed the challenge of lulling an unsuspecting classmate into the deepest of hypnotic trances, taking a bright ambitious girl headed for valedictorianship and after a quiet chat convincing her to spend all her time adjusting her makeup and joining cheer squad gave her an odd thrill and a delicious tingle through her tight nubile body.

Jill had been an especial challenge though. To plant thought in a head completely unaccustomed to such things required great delicacy. Generally she found it easier to be straightforward with her as their were very few things she wouldn't do of her own free will if there was a chance of fun involved.

"Yes Kim" she said returning to the lost thread of the conversation. "But I'm not going to do anything special, he's probably going to ask to talk to me for a few minutes during class while everyone else is doing work."

"Why would he do that?" Kim wanted to know.

"Because I turned in a blank test yesterday, and he probably wants to know if I'm having trouble at home."

"What are you going to tell him?"

"The truth, that I'm not used to the demanding work schedule he has us on and could I please be excused from any further work."

"Do you think that will work?"

"It will if I give him the bambi look with my baby blue ey