“Shaman?” Kelly gave Arnold an odd look. “But...” She walked over to her computer and woke it up, sat down with her back straight, then did a bit of searching. “Oh, wow.”

Arnold walked over to her and looked over her shoulder. If he cared for such a thing, his position gave him a spectacular down the blouse shot of Kelly and her perky and unrestrained breasts.

“There really is a Shaman sub-class.” Kelly said, shocked. “It can't normally be taken if you have any of the main classes, because you need to meet certain requirements.” She read through them. “Good god, are they serious?” She asked, absently. “That's... totally ridiculous.”

Arnold read the requirements and according to the normal rules, they would be ridiculous for any class, even a specialized magic user class geared towards magic point generation and high stamina. Luckily, he had met all the requirements, even the one where he had to have some kind of magic class to take it and access to five top tier spells.

Kelly turned slightly and looked up at him. “Arnold, you're the only one to qualify. Ever.”

Arnold looked at her and her cropped and low-cut t-shirt showed off a lot of her cleavage. “I'm surprised that the minimum level is so low, actually.”

Kelly barked a laugh and her breasts jiggled enticingly. “That's because they probably didn't expect anyone to ever unlock the damn thing.” She turned back to her computer. “I mean, look at what the class can do.”

Arnold leaned down close and put a hand on her shoulder and almost hugged her as he braced himself. He read the details and the things he could do with the class, once he earned enough stat points to level up the abilities.

“It's a good thing I didn't have a class, because I haven't spent any stat points.”

Kelly gasped as she turned back towards him and essentially put herself into his embrace at the same time. “Arnold.” She breathed. Her face was right next to his and she had a desperate urge to kiss him. “What level are you now?”

“Fifty eight.” Arnold said.

Kelly quickly did the math in her head, then her arms reached around him to hug him. “You get ten stat points per level to spend on skills.” She whispered and gave his cheek a gentle kiss. “If you're careful with how you spend them, you could... in theory... gain the best skills for the sub-class.”

Arnold turned his head slightly and kissed her on the lips for a second. “Show me what you mean.”

Kelly took a slightly shuddering breath and nodded, then she let him go and turned back towards her computer. “All right.” She said in an almost normal tone. “First off, you know all about the skill tiers and...”

Arnold watched as she brought up a normal class skill tree and how it branched as points were added to unlock the next tier. The technique only used the minimum amount to skip to the next level and once the desired skill was reached, enough points were dumped into it to get the maximum effect.

“Everyone does this?” Arnold asked and reached by her to type with one hand as he tried to look for the Shaman skill tier.

“I've done it and so have a lot of the people I've talked to.” Kelly said and managed to not react to Arnold's arm rubbing her breast, despite really liking the sensation.

“There's no tier map for the Shaman.” Arnold said.

Kelly chuckled and her breast rubbed his now still arm. “Arnold, if anyone was going to make it, it would be you. You're the only one that has the class.”

Arnold thought about it. “No, it's a waste of points to try and make a map that no one else can use.”

Kelly put her hand on his to hold his arm steady, then turned towards him again and dragged her breast across his arm to make herself shudder. “You're going to have to try to unlock everything, just to see what you can get and where.” She said. “All you have is the skill list and not how to get them. We don't even know which ones are the high level ones.”

Arnold nodded. “I need to send another email to the developers.”

*

The developer named 'Lance', a self-chosen name, was currently getting an earful from his supervisor for how he had treated their latest acquisition. He was tuning a lot of it out, because the questions the guy had asked were stupid and not worth his time. He was a hardcore programmer and getting asked why the bonuses they had for classes wouldn't work for someone that doesn't have a class, was just the dumbest thing he had ever heard.

“Lance.” The supervisor said and picked up his soft sponge stress ball and tossed it at the chest of the half-asleep guy across his desk. “LANCE!”

“Huuuhhhhh.” Lance sighed. “What?” He responded and didn't even notice the ball had bounced off of him and had landed back on the desk.

“Get your head out of your ass and listen.” The supervisor said. “This guy brought Fortune's Favour back into the limelight and gave us tons of new customers.”

“He was a newb that got spammed, man.” Lance said. “I saw the vid. It looked like a setup to me.”

“I didn't ask for your opinion.” The supervisor said. “Of course it was a setup. According to the forums, those guys have been picking on him since he was a kid.”

“They picked on everyone, not just him.” Lance said.

The supervisor sighed this time. “You're not going to take this discussion to heart, are you?”

“Sure I will.” Lance said. “I'll try to be less condescending to the idiots that message me in the future.”

“You're lucky that you're under contract for another six months, because I'm pretty sure you would have been out on your ass over this.” The supervisor said.

“You're the one that's lucky.” Lance said. “If your company didn't have the car bonus, I would have gone with your competitor.”

“Yes, I know.” The supervisor said and shook his head. “I recommended against that bonus.”

Lance chuckled. “Only because you didn't get it when you signed on.”

The supervisor was going to respond when his computer screen lit up and he heard a beep. “Great, he just sent me another message.”

“Better you than me, man.”

“Did you even look at the things he's done in the game so far?” The supervisor asked.

“That's not my department.” Lance said, completely disinterested.

The supervisor gave him a glare, then sighed again. “I hope it's not another complaint against you for not responding properly.” He said and decided to click on it. His face froze as he read the subject header, then he stopped breathing as he read the actual message. “No, how...” He read it again and shook his head. “It's not possible to get a sub-class without getting a main class.”

“Huh?” Lance perked up at that.

“Quiet.” The supervisor said and started to type several things and opened several windows, one of which included the Morbid character's usage, stats, and completed quests. “Jesus.”

“What is it?” Lance asked, because he could no longer feign disinterest.

“It's not your department.” The supervisor said and picked up the phone. “Please get Paul to call me asap.” He said. “No, wait. Tell him to grab the last game update data and get up here to my office. Thank you.”

“What's going on?” Lance asked, because he hadn't liked having his own line thrown back at him.

“I'm tempted to say that it doesn't concern you; but, I want you to see this.” The supervisor said.

The two of them sat there for five minutes and waited for Paul to show up. He came in with his laptop and put it on the desk.

“What do you want to look at?” Paul asked.

“I want you to bring up the data we have on the Shaman sub-class.” The supervisor said.

Both Paul and Lance stared at him with surprise on their faces.

“Come on, I don't have all day.” The supervisor smiled.

*

“I need to go to the lab and pick up a few things.” Arnold said and changed his clothes. He put on a pair of jeans and then a shirt, left it hanging out, and didn't button the top two buttons.

“Do you need a hand?” Kelly asked. She had meant to ask when he spoke, then she was distracted by him changing.

“No.” Arnold said and walked over to the dorm room door. He waited for a moment and looked at her.

“It's okay. I don't feel like hiding this time.” Kelly said with a smile.

Arnold opened the door and walked down the hallway. Only a few of the girls were there talking, so he greeted them as he passed.

“Arnold!” Rebecca said and came out of her room wearing shorts and a bra. “Where are ya goin'?”

“Just to the lab to get some things.”

“The lab?” Rebecca asked, a little confused. “What are ya gettin' from thare?”

“Just my specimens and some working materials.” Arnold said. “This is my last week working and I can't go back after that.”

Rebecca gasped and walked over to him. “Oh, Ahrnold! I'm so sorry!” She said and took him into a hug. “You love that job.” She said and looked up slightly at his face. “You mus' be so vury sad.”

Arnold nodded and didn't say anything.

“Well, you stand right thare and wait fer me. I'll be right back.” Rebecca said and walked back over to her room and went inside. Two minutes later, she was back out and had on one of the prettiest blue dresses that any of the other girls had seen her wear. The bottom flared out and showed off a lot of leg when she walked, and the top showed just enough of her cleavage to be both daring and modest at the same time.

Arnold looked at her dress and then at her face. “You look very pretty.”

“Thank ya, Ahrnold.” Rebecca said with a huge smile and tucked her arm around his and held on. “Now be a gentleman an' escort this little filly, will ya?”

“Where are you going?” Arnold asked as the the two of them walked down the rest of the hallway towards the elevator.

“Anywhare ya wanna take me.” Rebecca said and beamed a smile at him. “Right now? It's to tha' lab.”

Arnold pushed the button and the door opened. They stepped inside the elevator and the door shut a moment later.

Rebecca squeezed his arm. “Ahrnold, ah've been thinkin' about ya evah since we all wen' bowling.” She said. “Ah know yer busy, especially afta hearin' tha' yer losin' yer job.” She said. Her southern drawl was so prevalent, because she had a hard time keeping her mind on what she wanted to say while being so close to him.

“Rebecca.” Arnold said and she shivered at the look in his eyes.

“Ahrnold.” Rebecca whispered.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

Rebecca shivered again and her face flushed red as she blushed. “Tha's why I put on a dress fer ya.”

Arnold gave her a smile that made her catch her breath. The elevator door opened and Arnold escorted her out into the lobby. “I'm just going to the lab to get a few things.” He said to Doris and took Rebecca out of the building.

No one said anything to them or commented on why Rebecca's face was so red. They had all heard the story about their kiss at the bowling alley. A few people were envious of both Arnold and Rebecca, which was no surprise. They were both good looking in their own right and they seemed like nice people. No one begrudged them getting together and hoped for the best, not knowing that they weren't looking for a long term relationship.

Arnold took Rebecca into the biology building and didn't bother going up the stairs. He knew that no one except the cleaners were there on the weekends, and only at night, so there was no chance that they were going to be walked in on. He took her right over to the supplies closet and Rebecca didn't say a word as he led her inside and shut and locked the door. There were no security cameras in the half-decently sized room and Arnold quickly made up a spot for them to lay down.

“Have ya done it in here before?” Rebecca asked as she pulled her dress off to show that she wasn't wearing a bra and only a pair of pink panties.

“No.” Arnold said and quickly stripped off. “You're the first.”

Rebecca stopped her gasp at those words. Even though she knew he had slept with a couple of other girls, it was nice to be the first one he had brought there. She remembered that he wouldn't be back to work after next week, which meant that she might be the only one that he brought there. She licked her lips and reached out to touch his chest.

“Ah like yer muscles, Ahrnold.” She said and kissed his chest and rubbed her hands over his skin. “Ah knew ya were strong. Ah like tha'. Ah like tha' a lot.” She said and looked at his face. “Do ya wanna wear a condom?”

Arnold raised his eyebrows and her face flushed red.

“Ah don' mind feelin' all of ya, an' I mean all of ya.” Rebecca said. “As long as yer careful and pull out when ya need ta finish.”

Arnold gave her another of his angelic smiles and she put her arms around his neck.

“Pick me up and... f-f-fuck me.” Rebecca said, her face beet red.

Arnold kissed her to distract her, then he reached down and gripped her ass with both hands.

“MmmmMMMmmm!” Rebecca moaned as he moved her back against the wall and then lifted her up.

Arnold rubbed himself on her belly to get hard, rubbed it over her opening a few times, then he lifted her all the way up to his shoulders, to her surprise.

“Ahrnold what... OhhhHHH!” Rebecca moaned as he kissed her between the legs.

Arnold rested her thighs on his shoulders and he stayed there for several minutes. Rebecca was both surprised and pleased that he wasn't struggling to hold her up. She came twice, quite happily, then tapped the top of his head.

“Ah'm ahl ready... fer ya ta... take me.” Rebecca said.

Arnold eased her down and held onto her, then very slowly touched himself to her opening. He let her feel it for a moment, then he slipped the tip inside.

“OHHH!” Rebecca moaned and came hard. “Yer a... good...” She started to say, then he put it all the way in. “Lord Almighty!” She said loudly and held onto him tightly, then he started to move. “Ohhh... yes, baby... oh, my sweet, sweet stud.” She panted and kissed him. “Ah... love it.” She moaned. “B-b-breed me.” She said. “Yer mah stud... an' I'm yer mare... so ride me... like ya wanna.”

Arnold understood what she meant, so he moved them to where he had made a makeshift bed for them to lay down on, then put her right into position seven and really got to work on her by riding her hard, just like she wanted.

“OH SWEET JESUS! IT'S HEAVEN!” Rebecca yelled. “AH'M COMIN' TO HEAVEN! AH'M COMIN'! AH'M COMIN'!”