A Cam Model's Aid: Chapter 4 (Patreon)

"Coding Classmate Conundrum"

The next morning saw Ali awake early. This was partly due to today being his first day of lectures, but mostly due to him wanting to confirm that he was, indeed, still an Aid for Ellie.

He was. So…what now? Should he be doing anything to help out? “Well, she's not online at the moment. Pretty sure she will have classes in the morning, same as me. That means she will probably stream in the afternoons.”

Deciding he would just have to wait until Ellie went online once more, he quickly set an alert in his phone that would tell him when she got online. Having done so, he gathered his bag with his things he'd need for class and wandered out of his room.

In the kitchen, there was no sign of either Ellie or Alana. Mila was present however, and was currently sat at the table eating a bowl of yogurt with fruits in as breakfast. She had clearly recently woken, as she was still wearing a nightshirt and short shorts combo that wouldn't look out of place at a sleepover.

“Morning” Ali said as he joined her at the table with a bowl of cereal “the others not up yet?” Mila shrugged, showcasing her usual lack of a bra as her breasts moved slightly independently within their confines. “I don't know about Ellie, but Alana hasn't got classes until this afternoon. Don't expect to see her till just before then, knowing her.”

Ali nodded, taking a spoonful of cereal. “And you? I'm guessing you have classes right?” Mila nodded. “Yup. Got two today, so I won't be back till later. Try not to have too much fun without me” she teased, throwing a wink his way while eating more yoghurt. Ali had to look away, as the sight of her licking her spoon was…more erotic than it had any right to be. 

“So…that means no Mila or Alana this afternoon. At least it will be easy to get to my room if Ellie does plan to stream today.” Both Ali and Mila finished their breakfast and cleaned up with easy going conversation between them. As Mila headed to get dressed, Ali picked up his things and headed off to class.

The computer sciences lab, where his coding class would be held, was a fair way across the campus. And the campus itself was a fifteen minute walk away. He briefly considered hopping in his car, but the difficulty and cost of parking when there stayed his hand.

At least he could get a coffee on the way, as his route took him past several cafes and fast food places. Half an hour later found him strolling into the lecture theater, still early and with a cooling cup of caffeine in hand.

Looking around, he saw that he was nearly the first person to have arrived. There were no more than three others, all of which sat together, suggesting they knew each other.

Not wanting to try and insert himself where he wasn't welcome, he chose instead to trudge up to the back of the hall. Taking a seat near the aisle on the top row, he started to set up his laptop. He always preferred to take his notes digitally. He was a faster typer than he was a writer, anyways.

Over the course of the next twenty minutes or so, the hall slowly began to fill up. Not completely, coding was hardly the most popular course going after all, but enough to have just over half the available seats taken. Ali had found himself with no one sitting directly next to or in front of him, which honestly suited him just fine.

With just a few minutes until the start, a final individual entered the room and surveyed the class. Ali took note of them for a very simple reason…they were very attractive. In a class where at least three quarters were male, he clearly wasn't the only person who noticed this fact.

She was fairly petite, with long brown hair and a rounded face. She has slightly asian features, not enough to be obvious, so was likely of half parentage or less. She was wearing a long sweater dress that came to her knees, which was tight enough to accent her decent sized bust and bum. This was exaggerated by a belt that cinched in the waist a little. Finishing off the look with a pair of brown Ugg boots. She was one attractive lady.

As she continued to scan across the room, when she reached Ali's general position, he cast his eyes back down to his laptop. He did not want to be seen as a creep, especially this early into term. He was vaguely aware that she moved away from the doorway, but soon realised she had headed his way when she chose to take the seat directly in front of him.

Ali glanced up briefly, taking in the back of her head. It was hard to see much more of her features, given that she was looking away from him, but he could smell the vanilla shampoo she had used.

Before he could contemplate her any further, the clock chimed nine and the lecturer, a mid-forties man with a severe haircut and even more severe frown, began his lesson.

Ali mostly tuned him out, owing to the fact that this was the first lesson. All that was covered was what they would learn over the next year, and nothing new. As a result, he was able to focus on his laptop and make the finishing touches on his freelance work, all under the guise of taking notes.

As he did, movement in front of him kept drawing his eye. The girl in front of him would occasionally shift in her seat, as if uncomfortable. “She must be bored. I would be fighting to stay awake if I didn't have my laptop to distract me.”

As the lecturer droned on and Ali continued to type away, the fidgeting in the chair in front of him continued. It would range from simply shifting back and forth a little, to outright jumping a little as if she had been shocked.

After one particularly sharp movement that knocked the desk and his laptop a little, Ali felt the need to say something. “Excuse me? Could you be a little more careful?”

The girl turned around, and Ali was struck by how flushed she was. She was clearly embarrassed by him calling her out on her fidgeting, as she struggled to keep eye contact while apologising. “I'm sorry, I'm just a little uncomFORTable…right now” as she said this, her voice hitched midway and her leg jerked a little.

Ali raised an eyebrow…but nodded. “It's fine…just…are you OK?” She nodded. “I'm fine, THAnks for asking” she replied, again with a slight hitch. She turned back to look at the front, effectively ending the conversation. Ali frowned, and stared at the back of her head.

“That's strange…sure everyone has their quirks but that's a bit much…” He watched her neck flush lightly…it wasn't that warm in here, so why? As he pondered this, she jumped a little again, only this time his ears picked up something as well…

“Buzzing? You have got to be kidding me. What's with these girls? First Alana and now a classmate?”  Watching her closely, Ali determined that the buzzes were seemingly random…and judging by the girl's reaction, even she did not know when they would hit.

“OK…is she not the one controlling them? If not, then who is?” Casting a subtle eye around, it was difficult to determine who might be at fault. It was not difficult to set such a toy in a phone app or similar, and with this being the coding course, more people in the room had a laptop or other device in front of them than not. It would be difficult to narrow down…”or not” Ali thought with a sigh.

A couple of rows down, one individual stood out. He was a similar age to Ali, with glasses, a trimmed beard and a beanie on his head. While this would normally be completely nondescript, it was the fact that he kept glancing back at the girl just before the sound of the buzzes hit.

Whenever they did, he smirked a little, before returning his attention back to his laptop in front of him under the guise of listening to the lesson. Now that he was looking, Ali could clearly see that what he had opened was clearly not notes.

“So that's how…one of those remote control websites huh?” Looking back at the girl, he watched for a few minutes more as she squirmed. Several times she was clearly struggling to hold her reactions in. “...why do I get the feeling that she isn't…exactly enjoying it?”

Oh, there was no doubt she was getting aroused from the vibes…but she was also huffing in what sounded like frustration, and occasionally she would swear under her breath, though he couldn't hear much of what she was saying beyond that.

“She didn't come in with the guy. Is he her boyfriend? Or is something else going on here?” Eventually, his curiosity won out. Ali opened up a few other applications on his laptop and started doing a little…digging.

Now, Ali has always tried to maintain a healthy respect for the law, as well as people's privacy. But if you want to get good at coding, like really good…the best methods are sometimes less than savory.

Knowing what the guy was using was the first step…an easy I considering he could literally see his screen from here. After that, he then ran a few tests to determine what the guts IP was. “Huh, guy doesn't even use a VPN. Idiot.”

Finding that, he then did some coding mimicry and viola, now the app thought he was the same guy as well. Looking at the settings, it seemed that the guy had control of the toys for an hour and a half…the same time as the lecture.

“Wait…toys?” Ali looked at his screen in surprise. Indeed, there was not just the one you currently connected to this app, there was in fact no fewer than four. She currently has two Lovense, a love egg and a vibrating butt plug! “No wonder she was jumping all over the place!”

Watching the controls the guy was using, he shook his head in exasperation. The guy was putting each up to max, making the girl jump, then quickly returning them to low…with very little variance. “She must be getting frustrated, and possibly even bored.” Checking the account further, he could see that the guy in front of him was currently a “guest” user…which meant that someone else set up this account.

“Was it the girl?” His gut said that it wasn't…but then who? After he watched the vibes get cranked again and the girl front grunt then curse, he decided he was going to help give her a little reprieve…and cut the control on the other guy's end.

Ali watched in satisfaction as the guy looked confused, before closing and reopening the app. When that didn't work, he shut down then restarted his laptop. When that still didn't work, he began to bash the keyboard ineffectively while cursing less than quietly and casting looks back at the girl. Ali ensured he wasn't looking whenever he did so, lest he give himself away.

After a few minutes of this tantrum, the lecturer called him out on it. “Mr. Grayson, if you cannot treat your own equipment with respect, I doubt you'll be getting much more tuition from me…” The now named Mr. Grayson apologised, and returned his attention to the front.

Ali meanwhile, looked directly ahead of him. The jumping and jerking had now ceased, and the girl seemed able to sit more comfortably. She still fidgeted…and as he listened closely heard her say, quietly, “damn…whoever it was was shit, but now I'm finally close, they stop…typical”.

Ali's eyebrows raised…and he returned his attention to the screen in front of him. All the dials were currently “off”…and ‘his’ account still had fifteen minutes of control remaining.

“Ok…so let's see if we can't help her out a little.” First, he raised just one of the Lovense up a bit. Not enough to be audible to him, but it got a sigh of satisfaction from the girl. Nodding, he began to raise a different one, slightly higher than the other, but barely. He then repeated the same with the egg…slightly higher than the others.

The girl wriggled, and mumbled a little under her breath…Then Ali raised the final one, the butt plug, to maximum. “Yes!” She cried out…a little too loudly. Ali quickly killed all the switches as the lecturer and half the class looked at her. She froze, like a deer in the headlights.

“I'm glad you're keen, but a simple raised hand would have sufficed…now, if you would be so kind, complete this line of code” the lecturer said, gesturing to the screen. Looking at it and sighing in relief, the girl answered correctly.

Ali also breathed out in relief. “Perhaps I had better call it there…” However, it was the look of confusion, and anger, on Graysons face that made him change his mind. “Ok Grayson, time to show you how to really drive a girl mad.”

The next few minutes consisted of several adjustments of all four toys. Up, down, pattern, sudden peaks and troughs, periods of calm and all at once! The girl was starting to pant and wriggle. At one point, she began clutching the desk in front of her in such a grip he swore he could hear the wood creaking.

Her panting increased, and he could hear her mumbles getting a little louder once more. “Yes…yes…oh, finally, a good tease…yes…” Seeing that there was less than a minute left of both class and time in the account, Ali shrugged and put all four on max!

The effect was instant. The girl tensed, legs closed and bending down. She had brought up one hand to hold her own mouth to prevent herself shouting out, while the other had moved down and was moving furiously in time to the vibrations. “No prizes for guessing what she's doing there…”

Just as the timer reached the end, the bell went for class. Which was a good thing, as it coincided with the girl shuddering through what was clearly a powerful orgasm and moaning aloud. Though thankfully, only Ali could hear due to the bell. She then slumped bonelessly into her chair, trying to even out her own breathing.

“Woah…that was intense…” Ali thought. Looking down at the tent in his own trousers, he sighed. “Guess I won't be getting up and leaving immediately.” The girl had other ideas, as after a brief moment to catch her breath, she rapidly gathered her things and piled them into her bag. Swinging it over her shoulders, she strode out of the classroom.

After taking his time packing his own things, Ali deemed it safe to leave without drawing attention to his own arousal. As he got up and slung his bag over his shoulder, he glanced down at the chair in front of him, before pausing.

“Damn…she really was enjoying herself, huh.” There, on the chair the girl had sat on, was a sizable puddle of pussy juice. It was even dripping down the front and onto the floor in a steady stream. Ali shrugged before leaving towards the door. “That's a problem for the cleaners now…” He couldn't deny feeling a little proud that he had managed that effect on her however.

As Ali left the building, raised voices from the nearby courtyard drew his attention. “I want my money back! You promised me control the entire class…and I only got half that!” Looking to the source, Ali saw a curious sight.

Grayson was arguing with someone, obviously regarding his…interrupted control time. But while the girl in question was present…it was not her he was shouting at. He was instead yelling at a tall, muscular blonde male, wearing a white vest and sports jacket combined with faded jeans combo.

“What are you talking about? Says my end you were connected the entire time. Gave my girl a good time too, towards the end at least.” The guy responded with a smirk. Grayson shook his head. “It cut out, and you know it! Come on, you owe me a freebie!”

Ali, aware that he would stand out like a sore thumb if he loitered to listen in, chose instead to head to a nearby bench. Here, he could set up his laptop and appear to be working on something in the pleasant afternoon sun, all while being able to watch this unfold.

“You are getting no freebies…you want more time buzzing my girl? You pay for another time slot. Same amount. Unless you continue to piss me off, then it will be doubled.” He wrapped an arm around the girl, grabbing a handful of her breast through her jumper as he did. “I'd say she's worth it, wouldn't you?”

The girl herself barely reacted to the public groping, though there were few people around to witness it by now. Ali didn't miss the slight wince she made as he squeezed however. “This whole situation stinks…”

Grayson huffed, before turning and leaving “fine, she was boring anyways. Girl needs to learn to moan more.” The guy strode past Ali and out of the courtyard.

When it was clear he was gone, the smirk on the blonde guy's face disappeared. “And just what the fuck did happen, babe?” The girl shrugged, “Not sure. My toys were definitely being controlled…maybe a problem with the site we use?”

The guy huffed, squeezing her breast one more time and causing her to wince further, before releasing his grip and stepping away. “I thought you were good at that shit? It's why you're doing these courses, right?” At her nod, he crossed his arms “Then you better figure it out. Last thing we need is another unhappy customer. Rents due, after all…” 

The girl nodded again, not looking up at him and instead taking out her phone and beginning to browse in it. The guy nodded “good, so long as we're on the same page. Cya at home, I'm off to the gym.” The blonde then moved off in the opposite direction, leaving only Ali and the girl as the only people left in the courtyard.

As the girl stood there on her phone, Ali frowned before his eyes widened. He moved to ensure his VPN was still in, as it always was. Then, opening the app that he had used to control the toy before…he saw that he was still connected, though he had no time remaining. And there was a message box with the symbol showing that someone was typing a message!

Before he was able to react and turn the volume down, the message came through with an audible ping. “Who are you?” Ali winced before attempting to act natural. In his peripheral vision, he saw the girl look up at him at the sound of the notification.

Staring at his screen but watching her with the corner of his eye, he saw her pocket her phone before walking in his direction. When she reached his spot, she stood in front of him. He could see her boots tapping gently in front of him. When he couldn't pretend not to have noticed her any longer, he looked up at her. “Yes? Can I help you?”

She looked down at him with a combination of curiosity and amusement, her arms crossed under her bust. “...you were sitting behind me, in class I mean, right?” Ali nodded, seeing no reason to lie. He literally asked her a question after all.

She smirked at him “Did you enjoy yourself?” Ali feigned ignorance. “Yes? It was a bit boring, but it's the first class after all. You?” The girl gazed at him for a while, seeming to try to gauge his reply. “Oh yes…I had loads of fun. In fact…I might like to do it again sometime…” Here she leaned down a little, and reached forward with her hand. She placed a small scrap of paper on top of his keyboard. “For if you get curious again…”

She then stood up and walked away, giving her hips a little extra sway. When she got near the exit to the courtyard, she looked over her shoulder to check he was still watching her, and seeing that he was, she winked before leaving out of sight. 

Exhaling the breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding, he looked down at the scrap of paper that she had left behind. “For the next class…normally I charge for this, but you get a freebie for making me cum so damn hard x”. This was followed by a code. It didn't take a genius to guess what it was for.

“Crazy girls everywhere, I swear. Still, coding class suddenly got a whole lot more interesting.” Sighing and packing his laptop up, he started to head back to the apartment. As he did, an idle thought crossed his mind.

“...I still don't know that girl's name.”