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My Only Talent Ch. 01

By: conanthe



I am one of those fellows that you hear other guys talk about and wish they could be. What they say about me is mostly wrong, but even if they knew the whole truth they would still want to be me. I have one single solitary talent, but it lets me find, connect with, date and bed women with remarkable regularity, and usually gets me anything and everything I want from them once I get them in bed. And they are always very happy that I did!

What is my talent? I can't play an instrument, can't sing or dance, can't hit a curveball, can't throw a football, and I can't putt worth a damn even if I ever hit a green. I can't paint or draw, I can't time the stock market, and I can't handicap the ponies. Until I went through puberty, I had no talent at all. I am not remarkable in any other way. I'm not tall, or very muscular, or especially good looking, nor do I have a giant and/or perfectly proportioned and/or indefatigable cock the way some people say I do. I like to think it's very nice, but I know it is really nothing special.

I had a first hint of my talent when I was 13, but I wasn't able to understand, develop and refine it until after I turned 18 a few months before leaving for college. By the end of my first semester of freshman year, I had a date with a nice looking and very willing girl any time I wanted one, and sometimes more than one per day. I was invited to almost every party, dinner, picnic, and poker game. I was invited to pledge most fraternities, and some offered to waive monthly dues. I got into any and every club even before I turned 21 and I never paid a cover charge. I never paid for drinks, and I was never asked to chip in for gas money on road trips or even pay for my share of a hotel room when we went to away football games, Mardi Gras, or Spring Break. 

Some guys call me 'The Cock' or 'The Cocksman' based on the misinformation about my equipment, and I suppose that's the simplest possible theory they could devise for my incredible success with women. Some guys call me 'Svengali' or 'The Hypnotist'; because they think I can hypnotize any girl and make her fall in love with me. That is not my talent. My talent is better than that. 

For my initial discovery of my unusual ability, I have to thank Suzie Packard from my old neighborhood. Susie was a year older than me, and she began to develop very nicely at age eleven and had a spectacular figure by the time she was twelve. She also rapidly learned what boys want and that she really wanted it too. By the time she was 13, every boy in school claimed to have made it at least to third base with her, and the ones with access to a car or a place with no parents around said they got all the way home as often as they tried. If you were 15 and hadn't claimed to have been with Susie, everyone assumed you were batting for the other team. And Susie liked to put notches on her bed post – if you didn't go after her she would come looking for you!

I had known Susie since we were little. She was around my house a lot and I kind of liked her. But as soon as I went through puberty, I was fresh meat on her to do list, and being around Susie made me really nervous. It was like that feeling that you sometimes have when you are sure someone is watching you. It creeped me out at first, and I did not know what it meant. 

I had a special problem, too, because I had been raised in a very strict and religious family, and I had promised my parents and grandparents that I would remain celibate until I was 18. Actually, they had scared the holy crap out of me on the subject. They couched it in terms of 'if you wait until you are 18 you will find things will be much better', and 'don't go for a little early gratification when you could wait and have it all.' I didn't really understand what they meant by those things, or how they did it, but they also convinced me that if I had sex before my 18th birthday, I would get some awful disease and my penis would at best atrophy, and at worst actually shrivel and fall off! So I passed on Suzie, mollifying her by saying that she was wonderful but I made a promise for God and Country, blah blah blah, and she sort of bought it and left me alone. 

My next data point was Lucy Connelly, who was about 4 years older than me. She moved into the house two doors down and the first time I met her I got that same strong feeling like I had from Suzie. The day after her family moved in my mom sent me over with a casserole and French bread that they could reheat for dinner, and Lucy was home alone. She answered the door, we took the casserole in and put it in their refrigerator, and then she backed me up against the fridge and kissed me! I told her the same thing I did Suzie, and she said she understood.

I went through junior high and high school like every other guy, except they were desperately trying to get laid and not thinking about much else. I was at least observing and thinking about other things, and I was watching some of the stupid things other guys tried to get laid. I got that same feeling that Suzie gave me from several other girls, and began to be able to discriminate between a girl who was sending a very strong signal, like Suzie and Lucy always did, and a more moderate signal, like some other girls I met. Some girls, in fact most of them, sent no signal at all that I could detect. 

When I was 17 and getting close to my 18th birthday, we got another new neighbor, Mrs. Douglass, who lived one street over from us so that our back yards adjoined each other. She was a thirty year old widowed nurse whose husband had been killed by a drunk driver almost two years ago. Her deceased husband had been some kind of kin to my father, and my mother also knew her from church. I had standing orders to check with Mrs. Douglass from time to time to see if she needed any yard work done, anything carried up to the attic, trash hauled, or whatever else she needed. 

I went by several times a month after school or on Saturday, and she always had some chores for me, and then she would make me a sandwich and some lemonade and we would talk at the kitchen table for a while. She sent a moderate "Suzie signal" which made me nervous, since she was much older but still very sexy.

When my 18th birthday was a few days away, my parents told me we would have a 'normal' birthday party for my friends the afternoon before my actual birthday, and then a special party for family only just after midnight, at the same time I was actually born. 

Lots of my friends showed up for the regular after school party. Then my mom made her famous meat lover's spaghetti, my favorite dinner, and it was just Mom and Dad, Grandma and Grandpa, and me for dinner. They told old family stories and then told me to go take a nap, and then they would wake me just after midnight for my 'adult party.' That was the first time I heard that term, and it got my attention.

My mom knocked on my door just after midnight and I rubbed my eyes and joined everyone in the family room. They were all hushed and quiet, like when we were in church. My grandmother began by telling me that the males in my family had a unique talent that could only fully develop if they stayed celibate until 'their brains matured properly.' She asked me to swear before the family and God himself that I was still a virgin, and I swore I was. She asked me about the feelings I had felt from Suzie Packard and some of the other girls and quizzed me about my ability to tell 'weak' from 'strong'. Then she surprised me, and said that I was an adult and could now have sex with girls, but only with the ones that sent signals! 

My father then sat down next to me, and gave me some advice that would serve me well. "Son", he said. "I know you have watched your friends do some really stupid stuff to try to get laid. I know they use fake IDs to go to strip clubs, and some of them go to hookers for sex. They also spend their money on porno, websites, and penis enlargement pumps. Those are the stupidest things they could do! I want you to get laid, and I want you to have the best sex you can! But to do that you have to stay away from strip clubs, night clubs, adult book stores, porno theaters, and anything like that. You pay too much, you get too little and most of the women are really lesbians, drug users, and biker mamas who can give you all sorts of new and undesirable microorganisms, and maybe take your wallet, too."

He went on, "What you want are nice, clean and well meaning girls who also want sex, like you. You are lucky enough to be able to tell which ones want to have sex with you and which ones don't! Don't waste your money on strippers. Even if you were not blessed with our family gift, you will get more and better sex from the dowdiest librarian if you just take her out to the movies or dancing or dinner, pay attention to her, and be honest about what you want. Since you can tell exactly which girls want to be with you, you will never have to waste your money or your time."

I had questions! "What exactly is our family gift, Dad, and how should I use it?" 

He said "You know about the signals you get from Suzie and some other girls? As you start spending time with more women, you will get better and better at hearing and recognizing those signals. You must only date women that send them. The real secret, son, is that when I woman meets a man for the first time, or even just sees him across the room, she decides in less than 3 seconds whether or not she is ever going to have sex with him. Sometimes she wants it right now, tonight, as soon as possible, and she sends the kind of strong signal that Suzie sends. Sometimes she wants you to chase her, and she wants you to catch her, just not right away. Then she sends a moderate signal. And sometimes she decides she will never, ever sleep with you and then she sends no signal at all." 

I was curious "What if I see a girl that I think is beautiful, wonderful, a dream come true, but she sends me no signal at all?"

He was adamant "Run the other way! Do not ask her out. You will be wasting your time, and if she goes out with you, she is just doing it so she has a date while she looks for other guys! The worst thing you could do is marry a woman like that! If you want her, and she doesn't really want you, then she is probably marrying you for money or social position, and is likely to cheat on you. Either way it will break your heart! But thanks to our gift, you will at least know about it from the start, and can avoid that kind of trouble."

My mom sat down with me. "Son, because you have the gift of knowing if a girl wants you or not, if you date her, you also have a responsibility to treat her well. You must never use your gift to take unfair advantage of girls who like you if you don't really want them! That means you must not just satisfy yourself and not make them happy, and you must not have sex with them once and then dump them. You must make love to them and make them feel wonderful, and you must stay in a relationship with them long enough to let them know you really cared about them. That doesn't mean that you have to marry them, but you should never have one night stands either."

Now I was worried "But Mom, I have no experience! I have no idea how to make a girl feel good in bed!"

She smiled. "You will learn how to do that, and your talent will make you very good at it. But right now, go down to help Mrs. Douglass out. She has some things she wants you to take care of. "

I was stunned! "Tonight?" I whined.

She smiled and laughed out loud. "Right now, young man, and go through the back yard and knock on her back door. Do whatever she asks of you!"

I had learned long ago how stubborn my mother could be, so I headed for Mrs. Douglass's place. I did not figure out that something unusual was about to happen until I went through her fence, and felt the strongest "Suzie signal" I had ever experienced, before I even saw her!

I knocked on the back door, and Mrs. Douglass let me in. She was dressed in a very sheer nightgown, and the Susie signal was now so strong I couldn't think about anything else! She took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom, and then kissed me very enthusiastically, and with a lot more skill than Lucy Connelly ever had! She talked to me for about 20 minutes, telling me about the basics and some of the differences between men and women and their responses. 

The she kneeled down and said "I am going to show how easy it is to please a man." She had me take off my clothes and then she gave me my first and still perhaps the most memorable blow job I have ever had! Since I had no expectations at all, everything she did was a wonderful, magical surprise. Her Susie signal was very strong when we were touching so intimately, and I could actually sense the little changes in it when she did different things. It was strongest when she was licking the very tip of my dick and looking at me with a teasing expression, so I assumed she really liked doing that. The signal waned when I put my hands on her head, so I stopped doing that. When I started telling her how much I liked it, her signal waxed even stronger, so I kept talking to her. Very soon, I was telling her that it felt so great and I was about to let loose and expecting her to take her mouth off of me. She just smiled patiently with those beautiful blue eyes and kept working on me, and soon I was shooting like crazy into her mouth!

She looked a little bit surprised but her eyes kept smiling and soon she had sucked me dry in a way that would forever change my entire perception of woman, their lovely smiling faces, beautiful lips and talented tongues! She sucked me hard to make sure she had every last drop, and then took her mouth off of me and smiled wickedly and smacked her lips. I said "That's the sexiest thing I have even seen!" and her Susie signal blasted stronger than ever! 

She said, "Wow you had some volume built up there, honey!" and then gave me another little kiss right on the end of my dick. She stood up and I felt like it was my duty to kiss her, so I gave her my best effort. Her mouth tasted somewhat salty and bitter and I assumed that was my aftertaste, but I forged ahead and gave her a proper bussing. Her Susie signal doubled! She pulled back and said "Good move, Romeo. When a lady gives you great head and stays with you all the way to the end like that, you have a duty to kiss her like a real lover! And that makes it much more likely that you'll get that same treatment again."

That was something I desperately wanted to repeat, so I took her advice to heart. I put my arms around her in a strong hug and her Susie signal grew! After a nice long kiss, she put her lips to my ear and said "Okay, big boy, it's time for some lips and tongue training for you now." 

She pulled me over the bed and spread her arms and legs out toward the four corners of the bed. I told her she looked really good like that and her Susie signal peaked. She spent the next two hours teaching me how to kiss her breasts and nipples. She would tell me the techniques she liked, and then I would practice, listening to her Susie signal to tell what I was getting right and what I needed to change. Soon I had the basics down, and had learned what worked best for her.

Then we moved the classroom down below her waist, and that was quite a learning experience! But I persevered, and was soon rewarded when her Susie signal went wild – strong and a very different tone – and then she grabbed my head and made some funny noises and then her pussy got all wonderful and wetter, and then her Susie signal went beep beep beep like a smoke alarm going off! It did not take me long to deduce that reciprocity applied, and I did my best to lick up her all her juices and tell her how tasty she was. "Another good instinct, sweetheart!" she said. "Always tell her that her juices are like nectar from the gods!"

Now that she was wet and I was ready again, we spent some time on actual fucking! Again the Susie signal was working for me and I could tell how much weight to put on her, how deep to go, how fast to go, etc. and she was soon whispering words of encouragement in my ear. I could sense a coming crescendo in her signal and she hissed "come when I do" and I timed it about right. She said "Yes!" when I bottomed out and shot it in her, and I stopped for a second as there was a sudden gap in her signal. Then it got sort of diffuse and medium, which I interpreted as contentment, and I kissed her and cuddled with her and her Susie signal purred like a cat.

Over the next few weeks I visited Mrs. Douglass as often as possible, and I wore out a path through the backyards! She taught me all sorts of stuff I might never have thought of on my own, and explained to me that there were some things all women liked, some things most women liked, and some things only a few women liked, but that those few women really liked and needed those things. School was already out for the summer, and I was finished with high school, but I never wanted to miss a second of Mrs. Douglass's classroom teaching! She taught me how to lead up to some of those special things so I could listen for the Suzie signal and learn whether to try to go further or not. She told me about some other things she did not like herself but other people did, and said I would have to find someone else to experiment on in order to experience them for real. 

Then she told me there was something she really liked and that she wanted me to learn. She went into the bathroom for while and then came back and taught me how to kiss and bite her buttocks and rim her. Her Susie signal took on a whole new tone and urgency. I spent the next three nights learning how to be her backdoor man, and according to her Suzie signal, she really like what I had learned! I told her I liked it too, and she said be careful, most guys like it a lot more than most girls.

It was a sad day when Mrs. Douglass told me not to come over any more. She was moving out of town to take a job at a new hospital. I was moving on to Enormous State University. She told me I had talent as a lover even if I did not have my family's 'special receiver' and that I should do my best to please the girls that really liked me, and if I really liked them, to tell them I did and then tell them what I really liked and ask them for it. It was great advice.

The ESU campus was a three hour car trip from our house. My dad drove me down and took the opportunity to administer another last bolus of fatherly advice, which actually turned out to be really valuable. "Son, nobody is going to remember anything about your time at ESU except you. The only things that matter to anyone besides you is #1 did you get a degree and maybe, someday for some job or graduate school, #2 what your grades were. The things that you will remember are the friends you make that you know you can trust and the women you sleep with that you will remember – some very fondly, and some not so fondly."

He paused while he changed lanes. "You should work on your school work Monday through Thursday all day from early in the morning until late at night, and Friday until your last class. Never do anything else during those hours except eat, sleep, class, labs, homework, and study. You will see lots of guys goofing off and watching TV or playing cards or video games or just sleeping all day. Never do that. Never miss a class. Never miss a lab. Never miss an exam. Never fail to hand in your homework. Because...."

He laughed, and continued "Beginning Friday after your last class and until Sunday at 10PM when you should go to bed and get some sleep, I want you to spend your time chasing girls and getting laid! Not goofing off, not getting drunk, not smoking dope, but finding and bedding the best girls you can! They are more intoxicating and will get you higher and happier than anything else can! And once you know who some of your real friends are that you know you can trust, do your best to get them laid, too! Don't reveal your secret talent to anybody. Keep a strict separation. Work on school and only school during the week, and dating and dating only during the weekend. Make sure you have a date for every Friday night, Saturday, and Sunday, preferably for something active like sports or dancing, and make sure it is with a girl that sends you the signal. Find out as much about her as you can, what she is interested in, what she likes to do, what she wants to do after school, and once you get her in bed, what she likes the most and makes her the hottest and makes her come the best."


My Only Talent Ch. 01



That was certainly not what I was expecting, but that was all he had to say. I even asked some follow up questions, which was unusual because I mostly never wanted to encourage him to talk more. But he said there were some things I would just have to learn for myself. And there were some things I might be able to do that no one in our family had ever had before! 

Dad dropped me off in front of table that said "Freshman Orientation" and waved goodbye. He had advised traveling light so I had my backpack, one suitcase, and one duffel bag and that was it. I stood in line and then got an ID card and a dorm room key card, a map, and a printed schedule of activities. Since I didn't have any classes yet, I decided to be diligent and work on my 'dating homework'. The two resident advisor girls running the check in table sent no signals, nor did any of the three weird looking girls in the line behind me. I made my way toward my room and did get a few signals while walking along the hallway. One came from an obviously older woman who must have been someone's mom, but she instantly reminded me of Mrs. Douglass so I gave her my best "you taste good' smile that I had so often bestowed on my sex teacher from a vantage point between her legs! The woman smiled back, then blushed and looked away.

I found my room. I had arrived before my new roommate, but I learned from the note on the door that his name was Kevin K. Kretzman and he was supposed to call his father at a 631 number as soon as he arrived. I unpacked my stuff, picked the bed I wanted and made it up, complete with the ESU logo blanket my mother had packed for me. I setup the wireless using the password info from the orientation booklet, and logged into my new ESU email account and changed the password, and updated my Facebook. 

I went back out and found a spot on the retaining wall behind the orientation check in table, figuring it would be a good place to see the incoming freshman girls queue up so I could check them out a listen for Suzie signals. I spotted a few real lookers but no signals when they saw me. 

Then this short little red head with shining blue eyes looked at me and her Suzie signal was like a police siren! And I liked what I saw too. I listened carefully and learned that her name was Janet Arroz, and she was assigned to the third floor of my dorm, whereas I was on the eighth. How convenient. She gave me a funny look as she tried to gather up all her stuff. She was not traveling light. I offered to help her and she looked at me funny again, but shrugged. She took her backpack and two rolling suitcases, leaving me to carry a steamer trunk and a duffle bag. The stickers on the trunk indicated she had been to almost every famous summer camp on the East Coast. 

While we waited for an elevator, I learned that she was from Miami, and that she came west to ESU to get away from her high school cronies, who were mostly going to party down at Miami or UF. My dad would have been proud of me for being dutiful. I had read the orientation schedule and knew there was a bus trip to a local lake with a picnic lunch tomorrow, so I asked her to be my date. She looked surprised, and then she said yes, but said that I should know that she had a serious relationship with her boyfriend from high school and was not looking for another one. I smiled and said I just wanted to show up at the picnic with a nice looking date, but asked her if High School Harry was one of the people she wanted to get away from? She smiled, with Susie signal peaking. Thanks, Dad!

Her roommate was moved in and had already put up goth band posters all over the walls and ceiling. She had total fish white skin with black hair and black lipstick type who was already under the covers talking on her cell phone. No Suzie signal, in fact she seemed to somehow interfere with Janet's! I got Janet's mobile number and made a date to meet at the dining hall for breakfast in the morning before catching the bus to the picnic.

I headed back to the orientation table and arrived just in time to witness the arrival of some short guy in a taxicab with four footlockers, a backpack, a computer case, a brief case, and two suitcases! When he made his way to the front of the line I discovered that this was Kevin K. Kretzman! He was the classic east coast Jewish wise ass right from central casting with a New York accent you could cut with a knife! What kind of Jewish family gives their kid the initials KKK? He got checked in and found two of those rolling luggage carts and loaded up with all that stuff and headed upstairs. I decided I would stay on desk duty until he got moved in. I saw some great looking freshman girls, and a couple of them were sending moderate signals. Ever dutiful, I made a date with one of them for dinner Saturday night, followed by the free movies they would be showing for the orientation group in one of the lecture halls. I decided to hold Sunday open for Janet for the time being.

I went back up to the room and met Kevin. He talked nonstop like a magpie on speed! He was a radio television film major and assured me that was going to be a Hollywood mogul right after he graduated, and if I proved to be a good 'roomie' he might let me visit his set one day! I asked if he had called his father and he said yes, Daddy is having problems with stepmom #3 but it was no big deal. He was very unhappy that he did not win the lottery for a freshman dorm parking space and would have to park his car at the frat house. Tough life! He said let's go to dinner and pick up some chicks! At least we shared a goal. 

We went down to the dining hall and I discovered that the serving lines were perfect listening posts for Suzie signals. There was a line of central serving dishes with students going through on both sides, so I could see girls in my line and in the line across from me. I noted several active signaling prospects and manage to introduce myself to two of them, and got both phone numbers! I watched Kevin hit on half a dozen girls and he got the brush off 100% of the time. He seemed to have a target type: beautiful blondes who were all roughly a foot taller than he was! I also found I could tell the girls were going to turn him down as the absence of any kind of signal toward Kevin was obvious. I actually thought that a couple of the other girls were sending for him, but he didn't try any of them.

When we sat down to eat he high fived me and said "Hey man, you did great with the phone numbers! Very cool! You can't fuck 'em if you haven't met 'em, I always say." 

I decided to ask him something. "Say, Kev! Are you just going after these girls to get your picture taken with them or do want to actually have sex with them?"

He looked like I had insulted him and his whole family very deeply! "Let no man accuse Kevin Kretzman of not wanting to fuck girls!" he said a little too loudly. "And don't call me Kev!"

"Okay, then, Kevie" I said, deciding my talent might even work for him. You need to get better at picking which girls to hit on. You just tried 6 girls and you struck out with every single one. Let me pick the next six and I'll bet you get phone numbers from at least two of them!"

"Okay, roomie boy, but don't call me Kevie! What do you want to bet?"

I thought about it. "If you get phone numbers from two or more of the ones I pick for you, I get to borrow your car two weekend nights a month for the rest of the semester, and if you don't, I won't call you Kev or Kevie for the rest of the semester."

"OK, Gentile Jerky Roommate Boy, you are faded!" he said. "I guess that if you can locate some hot chicks that are warm to my form early in the semester, then even a lopsided bet like that will be okay."

There were still plenty of girls going through the serving line. I had Kevin stand next to me near the line, and when I got a ping of a Suzie signal directed at him, I would point out the girl to him. Some of them were average looking, but most were well above average, and one was even a pretty blonde, although only a few inches taller than he was. He was absolutely shameless and relentless about hitting on them, and he got phone numbers from the first two. He was overjoyed! 

I pointed out that I had already won the bet with the first two, but he said it wouldn't count if I didn't try 6 for him. I 'heard' four more, and he got numbers from two of them. We headed back up for the room. "How the fuck did you do that?" he asked. "That was amazing!"

"It's an ancient Gentile family secret, Kevie baby!" I chortled. He took it pretty well. 

Saturday morning found Kevin off to the ZZZ house for pledge breakfast followed by pledge training, which apparently would occupy him until at least 6PM Sunday. "Is this where they have you polish all the furniture with Pledge or where they strip you naked and dump you out at the lake and you try to get back to campus?" I asked. He just laughed. I made my way to breakfast and met Janet.

Janet was waiting for me at the start of the serving line. She looked really good, but as we sat down she had a very serious look on her face. "You look great" I said.

"I need to ask you some things!" she said. "Why did you decide to ask me out?"

Whew, I thought, on the spot already. "About 3 seconds after I saw you."

"Not when!" she said, "Why?" Her face said I am unhappy, but her Suzie signal said she liked the answer.

"Well, I never really know. Some guys have a thing for blondes, or tall girls. I don't have a type, and I can't even see a pattern to my choices. But when I saw you, I just knew I wanted to be with you."

She looked worried. "What exactly do you mean, be with me? Again her face said no, but her Suzie signal said yes.

I heard my mother telling me to be honest about what you want. "I mean sleep with you."

She looked really skeptical "You are telling me you just want to have sex with me? You don't want my undying love? You don't want to marry me? How many times do you want to have sex with me?" If it were not for my talent I would think I was completely shut down, but the Suzie signal was saying things were heating up.

I hoped I wasn't stepping in it. "Don't want to fall in love, at least not in the next 4 years or so. Don't want to marry anybody, at least in the next 4 years or so. I would like to sleep with you one night each weekend for at least the first semester, hopefully the first two semesters, and I would like to make it with you as many times as possible during those nights."

She looked funny. "So let me get this straight! You expect me to have sex with you one night every week for the first semester, or two semesters, and then it's so long it's been great? That's it?" Any 100 other guys would have thought things were now totally over, but the Suzie signal continued to increase.

I looked her right in the eye. "Not just sex. I want lots of hugging and kissing, too. I would like to think you would have some fond memories. I know I would, because I think you are wonderful."

She still looked suspicious. "What kind of sex are you expecting to get?" The Suzie signal was now warbling like an air raid siren!

"I want it all. Being with someone as hot as you are and not getting the whole enchilada would be like having a Ferrari and only driving it to the grocery store."

She looked thoughtful. "Will you do anything I want in bed?"

"Within limits" I said. Her Suzie signal was now almost painfully strong.

"What limits?"

I thought about it. "Nothing involving animals, children, or feces." I said. "Anything else you wish to ask, then your wish is my command!"

She looked at me in a very strange way. Judging by her facial expressions I was convinced she was about to tell me to go to hell, but the Suzie signal said she was digging it. My dad was a salesman, and he had taught me to 'always be closing', so I said "I promise to never talk to anybody about anything we do, and to always tell you the truth."

She must have been a hell of a poker player, because she held my gaze for a long time. "How many girls have you slept with?"

"One. In my family males promise to stay celibate until they turn eighteen. I turned eighteen at the end of May. I had one lover this summer before I left for school." Her Suzie signal was bleating like one of those old submarines in the movies saying dive, dive!

She looked interested. "Where is she now? How did you leave things with her?"

"She took a job in Seattle and I left for school here. I have a special place in my heart for her, and always will. We parted friends, but I will probably never see her again."

I could see the wheels turning in her head. "Did she teach you a lot?" Her Suzie signal was now beyond the strongest I had ever experienced!

"More than I would have ever believed!" I said with honest and heartfelt enthusiasm. The RA's came in and announced that everyone should now board the bus for the lake. My dad would have been proud, because I went for the close. "My roommate will be gone all day. How about we just skip the lake and spend the day in bed?"

She looked at me with an expression I had seen before, from Mrs. Douglass. "OK." She smiled.

We went up to the room at 10 AM, just as the busses were leaving, and so began one of the most amazing days of my life so far. 

Janet was very different from Mrs. Douglass, but I used everything I knew to try and listened for her signals to tell me what Janet liked and how she liked it. Mrs. Douglas liked her nipples touched and kissed very gently. Janet liked that for about two minutes, and then she liked them to be treated pretty roughly. Her nipples were long and thin like a rifle bullet, where Mrs. Douglass's were short and thick like a pistol round. After a lot of experimentation, I found what she liked most was for me to take them all the way into my mouth and suck on them very hard while biting the very base of them with my front teeth. That technique made her signal peak and also filled the room with her pussy smell. She would grab my head and pull me up to kiss her mouth, which she also wanted strong and rough, and then push it back to her nipples! I was happy to please. 

She did not like me to sweet talk her or tell her how beautiful she was, and I remember thinking she just wanted me to shut up and work on her. When I took off her pants and panties and made it obvious I was planning to go down on her, her Suzie signal took on a new character, like a guitar tone going through a fuzz box. I was slow and teasing like Mrs. Douglass liked it, and Janet liked it that way, too, at least at first. She smelled so strong and so good that I wanted to just devour her without even listening to her Suzie signal, but I stayed with my plan to determine what really worked for her. 

Her pattern became clear, start gently but get rough quickly! When I finally got ready to finish her off, strong suction on her clit made her come like a string of firecrackers going off, and I was more than happy to have my face right in the middle of the explosions. There was that little gap in her signal that I had learned from Mrs. Douglas means to just hold still for a minute, and then the signal started up again and so did I. I tried little bites on her labia and it was bingo time again! Finally I tried thrusting my tongue into her and true to her form, the deeper and rougher the better! Her taste reminded me of watermelon juice somehow. "You taste so good!" I exclaimed and then went back for thirds. Her third orgasm made her legs shake and her pelvic thrust almost threw me off the bed. 

My erection was now so strong that I could not wait anymore. I stood up and rubbed her pussy lips with it lightly. She looked up and said "let me see it!" I moved it up and rubbed her nipples with it and the Suzie signal started to get stronger again. Guessing she would like it a little rough, I put my dick up to her face and slapped her chin with it. Her signal went off the scale! There was no worry about how wet she was, so I put it at the entrance to her pussy and her signal stayed high. "I am on the pill!" she said. "Do it!"

I started in slow and felt some resistance. She pushed up toward me and I felt a little push and clamp against my dick, and then slipped past. I guess I was really her first! Her signal dipped for a second, then started climbing again. I slowly moved in about halfway, then pulled all the way out and went back. Her signal was modulated like I was playing a violin. Soon I was going all the way in and pulling all the way out. She was clearly pleased, so I increased my frequency. Reminding myself that she liked it rough, I began putting more and more weight on her and ended up really pounding her! She ended up really liking it! After six or seven really strong thrusts she came again, digging her fingernails into my shoulders and giving me a huge hickey on my neck.

The momentary dip in her signal told me to stop a second, and just as her signal came back she grabbed my ass cheeks and began to make it clear she wanted more. I whispered in her ear "This time I and not going to stop until I come!" and her Suzie signal went wild. I thought she didn't like me to talk to her! Wait a minute. She did not like it when I sweet talked her. What if I talked dirty? "I'm gonna blast in your pussy" She began to groan, but her Suzie signal was even stronger. I literally fucked her as hard and as fast as I could, and she was thrusting back up against me just as hard as she could. I was only a second away from coming. "Squeeze me with that pussy!" She did, so strongly that it almost hurt. Then I knew it was inevitable! Taking a cue from Mrs. Douglass's teaching, I said her name each time I shot, whispering "Janet, Janet, Janet" into her ear as she grabbed me with her hands and squeezed my ass cheeks so hard I knew it was going to leave big red marks. On the third one, she came too, her Suzie signal so strong that if felt like my ears were ringing from a loud noise. 

I moved my lips from her ear and began kissing her again. She kissed me back and we turned on our sides and tried to catch our breath. Her Suzie signal took on that diffuse and lower tone that I was beginning to recognize as contentment. We talked for a while, like what you would do on a 'normal' date long before you had sex, but I liked this way better. She really was a virgin until just a few minutes ago, and it did hurt a little at first, but soon the good feelings took over. I went through my father's checklist to discover some things about her, and found out we were both tennis players in high school and that we both wanted to learn to handle sailboats. She was an accounting major, and wanted to go to graduate school after working for a while. She wanted exactly what I did, sexually: find a few good partners and have some great sex! Learn about how to do things well and what you really liked, but don't even think about getting married until you knew you were going to graduate. And she figured two semesters was about the right for duration for our relationship, although she did say she was amazed that I seemed be able to please her even better than she could please herself with her hands. As we talked, she ran her hand on my chest, played with my nipples (if I had a Suzie signal sender she would have been hearing it now!), and slowly began working her way down toward my waist. Since Mrs. Douglass had complemented me on my abs, I had been doing as many crunches and leg lifts as I could stand, and it had paid off. Janet became fascinated with my abdomen, which I liked, but I also wanted her to move her hand even lower.

Soon my cock perked up a little and she noticed! She smiled at me in a contented way and began to play with it, and I smiled at her. She touched it all over, using her fingertips, the palm of her hand, and the backs of her fingers. I liked it all. Then she slowly slid her hips down the bed until her face was right above my waist, and my cock was growing toward her, thanks to her wonderful hand! She actively worked on getting me hard, and moved her face ever closer to my waiting cock. Soon she was holding it at all angles and looking at it in fascination! Soon my prayers were answered and she moved her head a little lower and tenderly brushed it with her lips. Now this was the way to spend a Saturday! She must have kissed every surface several times, and must have also noticed it was getting bigger, redder and warmer than when she started. Janet then made her way into a permanent and prominent place in my all time favorite girlfriend hall of fame when she said, casually, and without any hint of guile "I really like your dick" and then took it into her mouth! 




My Only Talent Ch. 01



She did some very credible experimentation herself. Although she did not have a Suzie signal to listen to, she did have a very good observation point to see which of her actions altered my circulation the most and she was systematically learning what worked. Every couple of minutes she would draw her lips back, kiss it gently, and say something like "That's nice." or "So warm" and I loved hearing it all. Then she began to really jack me in earnest, saying "I want to watch you shoot!"

As previously promised, I replied "your wish is my command!" and she increased her pace. She played with going fast and slow, gripping me hard and loose, and twisting her hand rather than just going up and down. My legs began to move involuntarily, and she said "Oh that's hot!" and then moved her face right down next to me. I was about to lose it, and began rolling my head from side to side and groaning softly. I tried to hold out, but could not, and I my first squirt shot past her head and onto my nipples.

"That's awesome!" she exclaimed, and I shot again. She caught some of it on her face, and I had to remind myself strongly about that business of not falling in love. She sat up a little and pointed it towards her instead of straight up and then two more squirts landed on her breasts, causing her to say "that's nice and warm." I didn't see how life could get any better. Then she proceeded to taste it, then lick some more up and swallow it, and then said "I like it." She grabbed a towel and cleaned up, then started kissing my nipples, and laughed evilly when my cock twitched again. "It seems to need a lot of attention" she laughed almost hysterically.

I turned her over and began to gently touch and kiss her back and run my hands all over her. I got a new Suzie signal: the diffuse one that I had associated with contentment but was now surprisingly strong. Her skin was so smooth and enticing that I just lost myself in it. But I soon realized I was intensifying my efforts around her ass, which was spectacular, and soon I was kissing her cheeks and licking them avidly. The strong Suzie signal came up out the 'contentment' noise and soon dominated my senses. 

I pulled her up onto all fours with her ass hanging off the side of the bed, and kneeled with my nose between her cheeks. I pulled her cheeks apart with my hands, and it just seemed natural as it could be to gently blow on her little rosebud. Her signal soared! I flicked my tongue very lightly on it and her signal peaked with each flick. I stuck my tongue in her lightly and then rimmed her just like Mrs. Douglass liked it. Janet did too! "You are just full of surprises!" she said.

"You have a fabulous ass!" I said, and then explored it for a while. Her signal was doing that 'do-wop' ambulance kind of wailing, so I stood up and entered her pussy doggie style. Looking down at her ass was a dream, and soon I was slamming her head into the little cushion above the dorm bed and spanking her ass. She loved it and the rougher the better. Two marvelous orgasms ensued with her pussy clamping down on me. Then I let loose in her. We tumbled back into the bed in a jumble of arms and legs and kissing and hugging. This college thing was okay! We talked some more and made a date to play tennis Sunday after lunch. I was on a natural high, and realize my dad was on to something with his advice to me. About 5 PM, I walked her to her room and then stumbled back to mine on wobbly legs, took a hot shower, and barely made it to the dining hall to meet my date for Saturday night.

I learned something else that evening that would work for me for a long time. I was so satisfied and pleased with myself from my day spent in bed with Janet that I did not feel any pressure to impress Chrissie, the girl I had met yesterday and had asked to the movies tonight. I was just myself, and I enjoyed talking to her. She was very interesting, but I did not feel I had to sell or be aggressive. She ended up selling me, which was wonderful. The more laid back I was, the flirtier she got. We finished dinner and as we walked over to the lecture hall where the free movies were being shown I noticed that 90% of the people walking over were either singles or groups – there were very few couples. I saw Chrissie looking around and she must have noticed the same thing, and then I sensed a 'contentment' Suzie signal from her. This told me two things: first that I was getting better at receiving subtle signals, and second that she really liked having a date when so many other people did not. When we sat down for the movie, I held her hand, and the contentment signal waxed unmistakably! 

The movies were a bargain for free, and we sat through the double feature without talking. Then we walked across the campus for a 'smoothie' which we enjoyed while we walked back to the dorm. We had shared a strict and religious upbringing and we talked mostly about church and family. The subject of dating in high school came up, and I shared my family history of lots of church attendance and our tradition of not having sex until you were at least 18. She laughed and said her family would suggest age 28! She asked me how many lovers I had when I was in high school, and I felt like a little lawyer when I said none, that I didn't turn 18 until just after I graduated. She did not ask the obvious follow-up question and I didn't volunteer anything. As we reached her dorm lobby I said in an understated kind of way "Chrissie, I don't want you to get the wrong idea about the kind of relationship I want to have with you." Then I put both my hands in the small of her back, pulled her hips strongly against my crotch, and kissed her with just a hint of tongue. I am not sure I could have pulled that off if Janet hadn't spent all afternoon building my confidence so effectively, but I did. Chrissie's signal went wild, and I turned and walked back to my dorm without looking back. 

When I arrived at the dorm, Kevin was already out cold in his bed. He reeked of stale beer and wood smoke, his hair was full of leaves and twigs, and his body was covered with welts, bruises, and curse words written with a Magic Marker. I thought about this for about three seconds, and then fell asleep instantly. I had very pleasant dreams, and woke up with a huge hard on and a tremendous appetite. A trip to the dining hall for breakfast fixed the appetite. Kevin was gone when I got back from eating, and I was hoping Janet would take care of the other issue after we played tennis. Actually, she called and came by before lunch, and we did it before and after tennis. I don't remember much of the tennis game, but I do remember every minute in bed with Janet. Either my ability to read her signals was getting better, or she was beginning to like things a little rougher as we went along. I walked her down to her room, and just barely made it back to my room for my 10 PM bedtime. Kevin was nowhere to be found.

Monday dawned with familiar feelings: horny and hungry! I was not sure of my mission for the day, since classes did not start until Wednesday, so I decided to walk my schedule and learn where all my classrooms were, and maybe pick up a few phone numbers, too. I located all my classrooms plus the professors' and TA offices (which were all abandoned), got a few Suzie signals and one phone number, and then sat down on the mall to watch people pass by. A really great looking blonde passed by, and despite my fervent hope, she obviously was not interested in me. In fact, she sent the same kind of 'interference' that Janet's roommate did, rather than a signal or the absence of a signal. I followed her progress down the mall until she stopped at one of the student organization tables that were almost always set up near the library. She greeted the other girls there and relieved one of them, sitting down to next to the signup sheet as the other girl left. I squinted to read the sign on the front of the table: "LGBT Alliance". Well, now I had a theory about the interference and what it meant. 

I surveyed the scene on the mall until noon, then went back to the dorm and went through the lunch line. Kevin was holding court with two other guys, and I gathered this was the subset of the ZZZ pledge class that lived in our huge dorm. I waved and he motioned me over and introduced me as his roommate and champion babe spotter. A discussion ensued, followed by an invitation to a mixer they were having with a sorority at their house tonight. Apparently this group was widely considered to have some of the hottest girls around, and Kevin wanted me to help his buddies choose appropriate targets. I told him I would, but that any money he won betting on me had better be split 50/50, or I would give him the worst targets, not the best. He looked at me like I was not supposed to figure that out, but then agreed. 

I put on my running shorts and went to the track around the football practice field that was closest place to run near the dorm. I did some stretches and took off, determined to build up to the 5 miles that was my daily goal. I passed by a very short and very pretty girl who was limbering up by the side of the track. When I had made it almost all the way back around to where she was stretching, she entered the track and started running at about my pace and about 30 feet in front of me. She had on very tight running shorts and a tee shirt, and I could not help but notice that she had a wonderful figure, a tremendous and effortless gait, beautiful light olive skin, and long black hair bouncing and shining brightly in the sunlight. I quickly decided that I would move up to about 20 feet behind her and then keep that pace so I could watch her wonderful backside until she either quit running or I passed out. 

She turned out to be in better shape than I was, because at the three mile point I was beginning to chug but she was still gliding along effortlessly. I started double inhaling and concentrating on how wonderful her ass looked to try to take my mind off the pain in my legs and pounding in my chest. At four miles I was worried she would hear my labored breathing and become concerned, but she just tossed me a glance and a smile over her shoulder and just kept going. Just after that glance, I picked up a weak but recognizable Suzie signal from her. With one lap to go to make five miles, she slowed down a little until I got to only about 5 feet behind her, and I was sure she could hear my rasping breath. She turned and looked at me for a moment, more than just a glace, and smiled warmly. Her Suzie signal was now stronger. Then she kicked into high gear and sprinted for the finish line. Despite my growing oxygen debt, I kicked it up a notch and tried to keep pace with her. It was mostly anaerobic effort for me, but she was still breathing easily through her nose. Was this woman a marathoner? I managed to keep the gap to within twenty feet or so as we crossed the five mile point, and she began to jog and then walk. 

I was overjoyed she did not go on to ten miles or even the twenty plus she was obviously capable of! I began to breathe as deeply and rapidly as I could without passing out, and she kept walking for two more laps around the track. I kept pace, barely, and finally got enough oxygen on board where I might be able to talk if she gave me the chance! She stopped and turned, sent a moderate Suzie signal and then smiled at me. I said "How many marathons have you run?"

She smiled. "Several. I take it you did not intend to do 5 miles today?"

"No" I said. "I planned to do three and to build up to five by the end of the semester. So, on the good side, I am ahead of my training schedule. On the bad side, I got my ass kicked by a pretty girl!"

She smiled again. "Why were you running at all?"

"I used to run longer in high school. I got out of the habit over the summer, and I need to get back into it. I don't really get the endorphin rush until 5 miles or so, and I am getting a little of it now. It feels good."

She smiled again. "What other highs do you like?"

"Well, I don't drink, because I am one of those people who can't metabolize it normally. One sip of communion wine gets me high as a kite. I tried smoking dope once in junior high, and it just put me to sleep, and I experienced no high at all. "

"So what else does get you high?"

I smiled, as I noticed her Suzie signal going off strongly. "Well, the reason I didn't run as much in the summer was because it became my second favorite form of exercise."

She stuck out her hand. "I'm Suzanne Pliskin." When we shook hands her Suzie signal peaked again. Looking at her close up, she was obviously several years older than me, and looked spectacular! I wish I could send a signal to her, because for the first time, I was getting the signal from one of those dream girls that I really wanted, whether they sent a signal or not. She tilted her head and looked at me funny, then shook it off. 

"I am really pleased to meet you Suzanne. Perhaps we could run together again? It might give me a chance to benefit from your training experience." God she was fine! I was getting high just looking at her. She tilted her head and looked at me funny again. 

"Maybe" she said. "Walk with me for a while? I am going to my office over in the Economics building. Where are you headed?"

"I'm headed back to the freshman dorm complex. I start classes Wednesday." I was embarrassed to admit it, but she had probably figured it out anyway. She smiled, so beautifully!

"Well at least you may not have developed too many bad habits! Your running style also has a lot of wasted motion, and I could help you with that. Do you know your schedule yet?"

"Yes. The best time for me to run would be lunchtime, MWF."

"That works for me! See you Wednesday at noon?" She smiled that wonderful smile again. Sorry Dad but I have to break the rules a little to chase this one! We exchanged phone numbers and I almost skipped back to the dorm! I was beat, and I knew the mixer could go late into the night, so I took a shower and a nap. I was dead to the world until Kevin arrived noisily and woke me up to go to dinner, suggesting some wardrobe choices so I would 'fit in'. While we ate, he tried to get more information on how I accomplished my 'babe spotting'.

"How do you know which girls like which guys?" he began. "Do they glow different colors?"

"It's not like that", I said. "It's like a hunch. I can never tell exactly how I know. Sometimes I don't know, I can't even guess."

"Well it sure works!" he said. "Steer all the best looking ones to me!"

"That's not how it works either! Sometimes I can tell a girl likes you, or does not like you, but so far I can't make her like you if she doesn't. Sometimes I can't tell anything at all."

"So what's the best way to do this at the mixer? Can you just look around and tell us which babes to hit on?"

I was getting frustrated. "I can't tell from multiple girls at once. I need to just be close to one girl, when she looks at one guy, and then I can tell whether he is a 'go' or a 'no go' for her. Sometimes I can't tell anything. If there are too many girls or guys close by I can't tell anything. So the best way I have seen so far is a reception line. "

He seemed to be getting it. "So like at the dining hall, you could do it for me for say the first ten girls to come through the line, then another guy could stand next to you for the next ten girls?"

"That's probably the best. We can't cover all the possibilities that way but it will be best accuracy for the ones we do cover. After the reception line is done, I can just wander around and see what I can learn then. If I girl seems to be a good target for one of your guys, I will grab the guy on his neck as she passes him in the line. "

We made our way to the ZZZ house and Kevin introduced me to his pledge trainer, who was the first guy he wanted me to help after Kevin himself, and the president of the frat, who was number two priority. Everybody else was to be catch as catch can. I figured that would be workable.

There was a stir at the front door and some very well made up girls began to come in. Some of them wore way too much makeup, some of them too little, but most of them looked really good. I wondered if I could scan them for me and for Kevin at the same time. I decided I could. I tried not to 'listen' until they got close, and then I concentrated. The first girl through was a little older and must have been their president. She was almost perfectly quaffed and made up. She had no response to either Kevin, or me, but she had a very strong signal for Kevin's pledge trainer. When I squeezed his neck, he looked at me incredulously! I whispered to him "go for it, buddy!" and he still looked aghast. 

The next few girls had no signals for any of us, and one of the best looking ones sent the interference signal. I wondered if I could learn to tell which women she was attracted to. I saw a 'major hottie' coming through the line. She was very pretty, very tanned and very self confident. I liked her a lot, and I was overjoyed to detect a strong signal for me. But then she also had a very strong signal for Kevin! I guess there was no accounting for taste! I gave Kevin's neck a squeeze and he looked like he just had a wish come true! "That's Lou! She is a super hot junior!" he crooned. A little later a girl with a plain face but fantastic body sent a huge signal for the president, and I squeezed his neck. Then there was a break, and Kevin said another batch of girls would come though in a few minutes. 

The pledge trainer grabbed my arm and said "You must be crazy! I am a sophomore! Lisa is a senior, one of the hottest girls on campus, and she has been dating a senior guy from one of the other frats for two years! She would never give me the time of day!" The president came up and said "That girl is too fine for me! She has the kind of body I dream about!"

I said told them both "That may all be true, but I think both of those girls want go to bed with you. What have you got to lose by trying?" They went away mumbling to themselves. 

Kevin and the pledge trainer lost no time chatting up their targets, and from the smiles on their faces, they were getting good responses. I was amazed at how well I was able to discriminate between the various signals for different guys, and was surprising myself. The second batch provided some signals for me, stroking my ego, and at least one new target each for Kevin and his buddies. I concentrated on pointing out targets to the ZZZ guys, figuring the sorority girls would be more compatible with them than me. The third batch also provided some happy hunting grounds. The reception line part of the evening was over, and now the random mixing and drinking part had started. 

I looked around and tried to find some of the girls that had signaled for me, when suddenly Lou, the 'super hot junior' was right in front of me. "Hi!" she said. "I don't think you are a member of ZZZ. How do you know Kevin?"

She was even better looking than I thought. I could now see some delicious pink string bikini lines in her wondrous cocoa butter tan, and she smelled of some exotic perfume that seemed to act directly on my brain! "I am Kevin's roommate over at the freshman dorm, and I am very pleased to meet you!" I said with undisguised enthusiasm. I took her hand and she moved even closer to me. Without thinking, I held it up and kissed the back of her hand like I had only seen in a couple of movies. Her Suzie signal reached a crescendo! "Oh my!" she said. "You may be a problem!"

"Why is that?" I asked benignly. 

"Because Kevin just asked me out and I accepted!" she smiled, with a little modulation in her signal. I think she liked being pursued, but I wondered how things would turn out. I played a hunch. "Did you agree to go out with him exclusively, or just go on a date? 




My Only Talent Ch. 01



She looked a little scandalized, but then her Suzie signal went wild! She held her hand up again, and I kissed it again, never taking my eyes off of hers. We exchanged phone numbers, and I decided I needed to talk to Kevin. I met a couple of the other 'senders' and introduced myself. One declined my advances after she learned I was not in the frat, but the other exchanged numbers, and I realized I had all the dates I could handle for a while! Then I spotted the president talking to Ms. Super Body, and she smiled and I could see her telling him "call me" with a big smile. She went back to the punch bowl. I walked over to him and said "Hey man that looks very promising!"

He looked at me with wide eyes. "That girl is so fine I can't believe it. She has the finest rack I have ever seen! And she wants me to call her!" 

"She wants a lot more than that, my friend, so don't you be shy! First tell her you think she is beautiful and you are lucky she is going out with you. Then be aggressive with her, because I don't think she will make you wait too long to get down to it. Tell her she is so hot you just can't help but touch her, and then do it." He quivered like an excited puppy.

A few more girls that I had not seen in the line hit on me, but I could smell that they were both smokers, and that was a major turn off for me, even though they were both sending strongly. I sipped cola with no liquor, and watched a lot of girls and guys get pretty lubricated. I saw a very shapely blonde talking to Lou in an animated way. I walked a little closer and suddenly received several conflicting signals. I heard the interference signal when the blonde looked at me, but then when she looked at Lou, I could tell she was signaling strongly for Lou! I realized that her signal was very strong, but on another 'channel' like hearing interference on a distant radio station when there is a strong local signal nearby. Now I knew what was going on. I walked up to them and Lou introduced me to the blonde, who called herself Jersey, and I learned something else. She was sending strongly for Lou, and the interference was because Lou was also sending weakly for her, and strongly for me! A whole new world of possibilities was opening up here! I concentrated and decided that the blonde girl was sending strongly for Lou on that 'other channel' but weakly for me on the 'regular channel', too! Lou was sending strong for me and very weakly for this girl. That was a lot of information to process, but I was learning a lot. 

The mixer wound down and Kevin said he had a late night pledge class, and slipped me $200 from the bets he had made. I decided to mosey on back to the dorm by myself. I thought about Janet. She was fantastic, and I was going to stay with her at least until the end of spring semester, as we had discussed. Chrissie was also fantastic, but I could keep her on the back burner for a while and still not lose out. But Suzanne was the one I most wanted to spend time with when I was not with Janet. She was high risk and high return, because she was older, more sophisticated, and beautiful enough to attract any guy she wanted. But I had to admit I wanted her like no one I had ever met before! And I had three other prospects that I needed to ask out just to see what they were like up close and personal. I guess I had my dating assignments pretty straight. But classes started day after tomorrow and I would need to get that under control, too. 

But this was sure a lot more fun than high school!



My Only Talent Ch. 02



Chapter 02

Suzie Signal Sonar Drills

Tuesday morning also found me horny and hungry. On the way to the dining hall, I thought through my options. I had one more 'free day' before classes started, so in keeping with my own marching orders, I needed to get dates set up for the weekend. I could ask Suzanne out when we ran tomorrow, and then after that askJanet for whatever evening was open after I talked to Suzanne, then cover the other night somehow. Should I set things up right away in case Suzanne turned me down tomorrow, or keep it open so I could accommodate Suzanne's schedule? My talent certainly did not eliminate all uncertainty.

It was still early, and there were very few people in the dining area. I sat down alone and then walked over the juice dispenser and noticed an attractive girl sending for me with a moderate signal. I suddenly found myself thinking of all the time constraints and scheduling issues of getting into a relationship, even when I knew the woman was attracted to me. What if she only wanted 'plain' sex with no oral or anal fun? Wouldn't it be more efficient to prioritize women who 'wanted it all' like I did? What if I could learn what a girl really likes before I got her in bed? That would be a real breakthrough, but how could I accomplish it? I knew I could now hear much weaker and more subtle signals than I ever had before, and recognize signals on different 'wavelengths' but how could I take a reading on someone's particular preferences without touching them to see how they reacted? 

Maybe it was my thinking that some of Janet's signals sounded like the 'dive' alarm in old submarine movies, but suddenly I thought about sonar! What if I could 'ping' by sending a strong signal for certain things, and then listen to see if it 'bounced back' to me? I decided to conduct an experiment. I would start with strong, unambiguous signals that should provoke a strong reaction. I focused my attention on the girl at the next table who was sending moderately for me, and conjured up a vivid mental image of me fucking her vigorously, and tried to 'send' her the image as strongly as I could. She looked up and cocked her head to the side, then looked back down at her food. I sent again, concentrating as hard as I could. She looked around again, and then smiled, and I felt her moderate Suzie signal change and 'echo' a little bit. I kept sending, and her Susie signal clearly got stronger, with a lot of 'reverb' on it! She was now looking off into the distance, and smiling broadly! 

I conjured up another mental image, of me coming voluminously in her mouth! I sent it as strong as I could, and watched her reaction. She tilted her head and looked around again, and I carefully avoided eye contact. I kept sending, and imagined how it would feel to have her sucking the come right out of me. What a great image! I could see her expression change, and then she blushed strongly and smiled shyly! Her Suzie signal changed 'frequency' a little and got much louder. Hot Damn! I stopped pinging abruptly, and she looked around again, as if she was saying 'what was that, what just happened?'

I set up one more mental image, that of me fucking her enthusiastically in the ass! I thought about how hot and tight it would feel, and how I would love looking down at her ass bouncing as I was slamming into it! She looked around again, and then got this disgusted look on her face. Her Suzie signal just disappeared. She picked up her tray, rapidly put her stuff into the disposal line, and almost ran out of the dining hall! No trouble interpreting that, I suppose! 

As I left the dining hall, I spotted Janet, and decided to go for the sure thing for one of the nights this weekend. She looked good, she smelled good, and she had her hair up on top of her head in a bun and I wanted to use it as a handle to fuck her mouth! I proposed we do something Saturday night and then asked her to stay over, since I knew Kevin was 'pledged' almost every hour of that weekend and would not be staying in the room until Sunday night. She looked embarrassed, which was unusual, and then said she wanted me to go to dinner with her parents when they visited from Florida Friday night, but then after dinner she was going to drive with them to attend a Saturday morning football game at her Mom's alma mater 200 miles away. So a nice social occasion, but no prospects for sex! She did propose that we get together this afternoon, and said that her roommate would be gone all evening with one of her friends from her hometown, so she invited me over for a while after dinner. She even had a specific proposition for me, which sounded wonderful. Janet was getting less inhibited, more inventive, and kinkier, all of which were fine with me. So I now had a date this weekend for dinner Friday, but no nookie afterwards.

I decided to hold Saturday open for Suzanne, with Chrissy as a backup invite if Suzanne could not accept my invitation. For Sunday, I called Lara, one of the new girls I had met at the ZZZ mixer, hoping I could test my sonar and see if she was amendable to the fantasy I conjured up when I first saw her. I called her, and asked her if she liked to play tennis. It turned out that she did, and I reserved a court at the intramural fields online for Sunday at 11 and forwarded the info to her so we could meet there. She said she would bring her car and we could go to a restaurant for lunch after, which sounded perfect.

I went to the bookstore to buy my textbooks, and spotted my friend Ralph from junior high. He had moved to another town for high school, and I had no idea he was at ESU, I thought his plan was to go to school in California. He said his scholarship had gotten hung up, so he was taking advantage of the much lower in state tuition at ESU. He got here at the last minute, and was literally living in bunk beds in the lounge of one of the older dorms until a room opened up. He said there were always people cracking up or flunking out early, so some spots would be available soon. If I remembered Ralph correctly, he was in no danger of flunking out. 

I went up to Janet's room, and found her in fine form. She was craving it wild and rough and I happily obliged her. She had suggested something new she really liked, and so did I. She ended up lying on her back on her dorm bed, with her head back over the edge of the bed, taking me all the way down her throat. She encouraged me until I was absolutely slamming her face as hard as I could, with my balls hitting her nose and forehead so hard they were getting sore. Janet was in such a state that she had both feet up on the bed with her legs open wide, with two fingers in her pussy and one in her ass. She had already come twice. Just as I shot in her mouth, the door to her room swung open and in walked her goth roommate, Melanie, accompanied by Lou the 'hot junior'! I froze in shock, but my prostate gland kept pumping my ejaculate into Janet's mouth. Janet was so into it that she continued noisily slurping and sucking it right out of me without even noticing that the door had opened. Her fingers were flying in and out of her ass and her wet, sloppy pussy and the two new arrivals were getting a full face on view, and probably encountering quite an odor, too. 

Janet's Suzie signal was already wailing like a cat being swung around in a burlap bag, and then massive 'adjacent channel' interference from goth girl came up loud and so 'off key' that it made my teeth hurt! Then a third note of Lou's excited Suzie signal sounded like a fog horn in perfect harmony with Janet's signal. Lou really liked what she was looking at, and goth girl really hated it! No one said anything. The only sound was my rapid breathing and Janet's frantic sucking and swallowing. Then Melanie pushed Lou back out and slammed and locked the door. Janet finally plopped me out of her mouth and said "What was that?" and I told her. She drew a dramatic breath and held it for what seemed forever! 

"How does your roommate know Lou? They seem like they would run in completely different circles!" I asked.

"They have known each other since she was eight years old -- they were in the same dance troop. Just how you do you know 'Lou baby'?" she asked, in a jealous tone, but her Suzie signal said I was still doing fine with her. 

"I met her at a mixer at my roommate's frat house. He just asked her out. Does your roommate just hate me or all men?" I replied.

"It isn't that simple. Melanie has had major problems with her mother's new husband hitting on her since she turned 16. Her mother refused to believe that it was going on until she caught him on video, and then when the marriage split up her mother stilled blamed Melanie. It is wonder Melanie isn't more screwed up than she is! She did all that goth hair and black fingernails stuff as a ongoing protest against her mother, father, and stepfather treating her so badly. So cut her a break!"

The intrusion had certainly broken the mood. Janet jumped in the shower, dressed, and went looking for her roommate. I took a shower, put my clothes back on, and went looking for Janet. I found both of them in the floor lounge, seated on a couch, and talking softly to each other. Lou was not there. I walked up, but Janet motioned for me to stay back. Goth Melanie began to sob softly and Janet hugged her. I motioned to Janet that I would call her later, and headed back to my room.

There were lots of guys hanging out in the lounge playing cards, watching TV, and just goofing off. I didn't want to go for a run, because I was 'saving myself' to run with Suzanne tomorrow. When I got to the room, Kevin was there talking on the phone. When he hung up, I asked him "How are things with Lou?"

He laughed. "She was just telling me a tale of your exploits! She painted quite a picture! You are my hero. I also want to thank you. I think you warmed her up for me! "

"I meant to talk to you about Lou", I said. "She seemed to be interested in both you and me. I pointed her out to you since that was the deal for the mixer, but if she wants me, I won't be able to resist her."

Kevin looked at me funny. "I knew it was too good to be true!"

I shrugged. "This is not a zero sum game, buddy. I think she gets off on the idea of the two of us both chasing her. But let's make that work to our advantage, and not let her play us off against each other."

"How do we do that?" he asked.

"Well, we could call her bluff!"

"What do you mean by call her bluff?"

"Well I don't think you want to marry her, do you? Me neither. Let's tell her we both want her, and she can have us both, but only at the same time, and she has to give it all up for us!"

"Give at all up?"

"Everything we want sexually, for both of us. Her pussy, her mouth, and her ass, any way we want it. The whole nine yards! I think that's what she really wants anyway, and it might as well be us now instead of two other lucky guys later!"

Kevin looked at me with the funniest look. He said nothing for a full 30 seconds, and then he smiled broadly. "If you can get that ultimate smooth cocoa butter Jewish American Princess to give it up for both of us at once, I will admire you forever! I can't think of any memory I would rather have than that. When she is married to some schmendrick Park Avenue dermatologist who only schtups her twice a month, I will be savoring the memory of tapping that fine brown ass while you come in her mouth! Maybe she will be savoring it too! That's beyond epic, man. That's mythical, legendary! When I am 90 years old that memory can make me the happiest dirty old man of my generation. I thought I would have to wait until I was casting starlets to get that kind of action!" 

Kevin amazed me. What a combination of a highly cynical but likely realistic world view and self knowledge combined with unbridled lust! I offered my hand and Kevin shook it. "We begin our quest!" I said. "Blood brothers!" he cried. I told him I needed to do some planning on how to make it happen, and he said he would back any play I came up with. He went back to the frat house for more pledge training, and I went to bed early.

Wednesday morning, my 8 AM class was 'Rhetoric and Composition' taught by a brand new TA on her first day of graduate school. She was a real looker, and was sending for me, but reeked of tobacco, so she was off my list for sure. As she droned on going laboriously through the course syllabus that I had already read, I decided to run a little sonar drill. I started with a standard straight fucking signal, and she echoed pretty clearly, and did the same for the oral and anal images I sent her. Then I explored some of the stuff Mrs. Douglass did not like. I sent an image of the TA and Lou 69ing each other while I penetrated Lou's ass from above. The TA looked around and cocked her head from side to side, and there was a strong echo. Then I visualized me shooting into Lou and then the TA licking us both clean. The TA lost her place on the syllabus, closed her eyes, and shivered. The ping bounced back to me super strong! She looked around the room in almost in a panic, and shivered again. This was fun!

In the break between classes, I started the reading assignments for English, going over to the library and speed reading the books that were on reserve for the class. My 10 AM class was "Introduction to Engineering" and was taught by a real live professor. There were three text book reading assignments and two homework assignments for the next class. When the class broke up I went for an early but light lunch, then put on my running stuff and headed for the track around the practice field. Suzanne sent a text saying she was in class until 11:50 and would get there as soon as she could. When she arrived, she looked even better than I remembered, which I would not have thought possible.

She began to stretch and I did too. She said "Do you really want some suggestions?"

"Yes", I said. "Plus some ideas to improve my running, too!" Did she have any idea how incredible she was?

She looked at me funny again. She told me I was swinging my arms too far and letting them get out too far away from the sides of my body. She also told me to bring my knees up a little higher as I ran and to try to extend my stride a little bit. We took off at a moderate pace and I tried to put her suggestions into action. She gave me some feedback as I ran and after a while it did begin to feel more 'natural' to me. I could see that the new arm motion, especially, was improving things. We settled into a rhythm and I decided to try to improve other things, too. I visualize me kissing her tenderly, and then tried to send the image to her as strongly as I could.

She tilted her head around like she was looking for something she couldn't find, then she shook her head and concentrated on running. I sent the image again, imagining how silky smooth her skin would be and how her lips would feel against mine. I heard a big echo in her signal, and she actually stumbled a little bit. Yes! "Is there a rough spot in the track?" I asked glibly.

"Uh, maybe" she said. "Let's keep running."

I formed another image. I was gently rubbing her nipples through the front of her tee shirt while continuing to kiss her. I watched her face as her Suzie signal warbled and grew. She blushed and looked around again. I smiled at her. She looked away, but her signal was growling and loud. We were approaching the 3 mile mark, and I was feeling the need to breathe a little harder. She kidded me. "Looks like your breath is coming faster. We need to do some interval work to improve your wind."

I smiled. "Maybe I am breathing faster because I was looking at you. But let me think about some interval training." I kept up my previous image of kissing her, sent it to her as strongly as I could, then visualized moving down for kissing her nipples, then moving back up to kiss her mouth, and then back to her nipples. I sent that image as vividly as possible, imagining how she would feel and taste as I did so. Wonderful!

Her Suzie signal went wild! In fact, I could hear little lulls in it as I imagined switching between the two fabulous activities. She began to breathe faster and I noticed her face was flushed and her eyes were wide, and she was breathing hard through her mouth! I said "I can visualize some interval training that would be great. How about you?"

She looked at me with wide eyes, then shook her head and tried to look serious. "Let's concentrate on running right now!" she said. She picked up her pace a little bit and I tried to keep up. She was still breathing hard, and I knew it was not from the exertion of running. At the four mile mark, I resumed my sonar drill. I sent a signal of me slowly taking off her panties, and kissing the insides of her thighs, trying to make it clear that I was planning on settling in between her legs for a long time. Her signal vibrated and increased in intensity. As we passed 4.5 miles, I visualized her coming with my lips kissing her clit. The note of her signal changed and she drew in a sharp breath. At the start of the final lap, I sent the image of me being fully erect and entering her pussy gently and kissing her, then stroking her strongly. Her signal pinged and was modulated by my imagined strokes. I then sent the image of alternating between fucking her with hard, deep strokes and moving back to kiss her between her legs, then going back to fuck her hard again. As we approached the finish line, I sent a strong image of me pulling out of her and coming on her nipples. Her signal screamed in exact synchrony with my visualizing my hot stuff landing on her smooth skin. I even said "Oh, Oh!" dreamily as I imagined shooting. 

She looked over at me with wild eyes and almost stopped running. "Why did you say that?"

"Oh, I was just imagining something wonderful!" I said. We passed the five mile mark and she said "sprint for one more lap!" and took off as fast as she could. Somehow I knew that I had to keep up with her or die! I gave it everything I could and stayed right behind her all the way around. She looked up just as she finished the sprint lap and smiled widely when she saw me there. I smiled at her. As we walked two more 'cool down' laps, I started sending images again. Maybe it was the endorphins kicking in, but I got a little carried away and imagined me taking her doggy style, roughly and fast. Her Suzie said yes, very loudly! Then I sent the image of us cuddling and kissing and I heard her Suzie say 'contentment'. For the last few feet of the last lap, I put my hand in the small of her back like I was walking her to class in junior high. When we finally stopped walking, I gently pulled her into me and kissed her lightly on the lips, with no tongue. Her Suzie signal wailed like a Banshee! Before she could even react, I put my hands on my hips and kept walking. Her signal stopped for a moment, and then increased even further. "Wait up!" she said. I did.

I stopped and waited for her, then carefully held my tongue to see what she would say. "You did well to keep up on the sprint!" she began. "I am not sure I want you to kiss me again, though."

Her Suzie had told me the truth. "Yes, you do. There may be some complications I don't understand, but you want me to kiss you, don't you?"

She looked at me with a mix of panic and relief. "Yes, I do, but I feel guilty about it. I have to go. Maybe we can talk more on Friday?"

"Before you go, how about we do something Saturday? Do you play tennis?" I tried.

"No" she said. But I am going to play in a soccer game Saturday afternoon. Why don't you come and watch? I'll send you a text with the details."

"I'd like to. Can we do something afterward? Maybe go dance somewhere?" I would love to see her dance!

"Are you a good dancer?" she smiled.




My Only Talent Ch. 02



"No, I am a terrible dancer. But I would love to dance with you!"

She held her tongue up to her top teeth with her mouth open. It was incredibly sexy! "Let's wait and see if I survive the game uninjured on Saturday afternoon. See you Friday for another run." And with that she was off, heading back toward the economics building. I went back the dorm, changed, and just made my 2 PM class. I studied until 6 and then went to dinner.

I wasn't looking for any more dates, but even though I had three lined up, I was afraid I might only get to make it with Rosy Palm this weekend. I was hungry after my run, and it was steak night, so some red meat sounded good right about now. I smiled my best 'you taste good' smile at the moderately hot forty year old woman working the serving dishes with the super strong Suzie signal, and she gave me two steaks! 

Then I saw a very attractive girl in the serving line in front of me. She had short bobbed platinum blonde hair and a nice figure. She seemed a little older than average, and she was definitely dressed more nicely than most in a tight grey blouse and darker grey skirt. If I wasn't watching her eat at the dorm, I would have pegged her for a highly promising first year associate at a big law firm. When she looked back and saw me, she sent no signal at all: zip, zero, nada. I was a very disappointed. I followed her into the dining area and sat one table away from her, wondering if I could run a 'sonar scan' on her even if she was not sending for me. She looked over at me and smiled, and I noticed her light grey eyes were exactly the same color as her blouse, and I smiled back. I knew intellectually that this was the kind of girl I should be interested in. She had class, panache, all that was cool, and I was suddenly doubly disappointed that there was no hint of a Suzie signal from her.

She walked over and asked if she could sit down. I nodded. "I'm Nora", she said. "Nora Upmann. We haven't been introduced." Her eyes had a brightness and fire behind them that I interpreted as substantial intelligence. 

"I haven't seen you before!" I said. "Do you live in the dorm or are you just eating here today?"

"I just moved into the dorm a little late. I will be here just this one semester, and then I will move into one of the housing co-ops instead."

"I would be dangerous at a co-op. When it was my night to cook I would probably kill somebody!"

She laughed. "Actually you would never get to cook, then. If you aren't good at it then you do cleanup and other menial tasks. Cooking is my hobby, so I hope to get to cook at the co-op after I pay my dues by doing KP!" Her eyes danced and her voice had such inflection. She was lovely! But no signal, nothing at all!

"What are you studying?" I asked.

"Economics" she said. "The 'dismal science' they call it. I seem to have an aptitude for it. My mother wanted me to be a nurse, but I am not interested in that at all."

"Do you want to become a professor and teach economics?"

"Actually I want to work on Wall Street, doing analysis and forecasting. I have one more year to finish my undergrad, and then I hope to go to graduate school." We talked back and forth for almost 30 minutes. She was fascinating! I never even got to try to 'ping' her, because I was so interested in talking to her. Finally I felt like I had to get back to my Engineering 101 homework. 

I stood and offered my hand. "I have to hit the books, but I really enjoyed talking to you. Maybe we could meet for more meals in the future and talk again?"

"I would like that!' she said. "I really look forward to it. I usually eat early at most meals." She walked elegantly away, but she was still not sending even the hint of a Suzie signal. Dang! I tried a belated ping with an image of me kissing her. She stopped, looked back at me with a smile, but no response at all. Then I got a brief image of her kissing me. Where did that come from?

I went back to the room, finished off the Engineering 101 homework except for one pesky problem, and set it aside for later review. At 11, I went to bed. I thought about Nora until I went to sleep, but then dreamed about Janet and Suzanne. 

Thursday morning brought two new classes, and a lot of assignments. I worked diligently on school, but couldn't help thinking about my upcoming 'high and dry' weekend. I had a little trouble on one of the homework problems for Engineering, and went by the TA's office and he straightened me out. Kevin was getting ready for a big 'toga' party Saturday night, and he invited me to come by and check out the party. He said the frat president was now in love thanks to my spotting Ms. Super Body for him, and that I had carte blanche to come over to the house any time and to come to all parties. If I were to convert to Judaism, they would let me pledge immediately! I said thanks for the party invites, but let's belay all the other stuff. I got caught up with everything by midnight and went to sleep. This time I dreamed about Nora! What's up with that?

Friday I was ready for all my classes, but I was even more ready to see Suzanne again. We limbered up and started around the track, and I just waited for her to start talking. Even if the she didn't volunteer anything, I still needed to save my wind for the run! We ran the first mile without her saying anything, then she began "I suppose I owe some explanation about what I said last time."

"You don't owe me anything, Suzanne, ever. But I would like to know more about you, a lot more!"

We ran in silence for a few more minutes. "I did want you to kiss me, and I liked it when you did. But I felt very guilty about it. I had a boyfriend for my first two years here, and then he was hurt in a car crash. He was burned so badly he never really recovered. He has been in a specialty burn hospital for almost three years now, and may never leave there. I haven't dated anyone since that crash. I finished my degree and started graduate school this semester. I have been just concentrating on school and avoiding the whole issue."

My talent was no help with this, and I needed more facts. "Were you there when the accident happened?" I asked.

She drew a deep breath and sighed. "No, and it wasn't an accident, it was deliberate. A truck driver got fired from his job because he got a DWI conviction, and after they told him, he went out on the highway and drove over into the opposite lane at full speed! The truck driver and two other people died, and Mike, my boyfriend, was almost killed. He might have been better off if he had been!"

"I am really sorry, Suzanne." We ran in silence for two more laps. "What do the doctors say about his chances?"

"Early on they said he wouldn't live three months. Then they said he must be really strong to survive as he did, but he was in a coma and they could not predict if he would ever come out of it. They say now that the longer he stays in the coma, the less the chance he will ever wake up, and there is only a 10% chance left. His parents won't turn off the machines, even though he would have wanted them to. He was only 20 when it happened and he didn't have a will or directives to physicians. The doctors say his EEG indicates no dreams or higher brain function. He doesn't react or seem to know when somebody comes to visit."

What could I say to that? I knew what I wanted, but what did she really need? I didn't know, and she might not either. 

"Suzanne, you know I am very attracted to you. I am only a freshman, I don't even think in terms of long term relationships and it would be silly if I did. You can have any kind of relationship you want with me. If you just want me to be your friend and running buddy and nothing more, that's okay. If you want to use me like a meat puppet to satisfy you sexually in any way you ask with no emotional entanglement at all, I'll be the happiest guy on campus! You have complete prior approval and carte blanche to dump me in two seconds if Mike wakes up and you want to go back to him. All you have to do is send me a text to that effect and I will leave you alone from that point forward and be very happy for any time I had with you. In short, I want to be with you on any terms that you will have me."

She said nothing for half a lap. "Wow" she said. "You're not pulling any punches are you? Well, you are already my running buddy and I just learned that you are also a true friend. And I am sorely in need of some attention in the bedroom department, but I am still struggling with the guilt. But it helps to know I have options!"

"It's your call, beautiful. Just let me know." I said sincerely. 'I can't pretend to know how all this feels for you."

"Well, do you still want to come to the soccer game Saturday?"

"Absolutely! We can go somewhere afterward and there is even a toga party that I have been invited to!" 

She smiled. "I went to a toga party when I was a freshman. My frat rat date got so drunk he couldn't stand up and we had to go home early. But you told me you don't drink or smoke dope, right?"

"That's right" I said. "And I assume you also remember what really gets me high?"

"Yes" she smiled.

"No pressure" I said. "Strictly on your terms." We finished the five miles and she took off on the one lap sprint. 

I kept up as best I could. As we were about to finish the cool down laps, she held my hand, but did not let me kiss her. "See you tomorrow. I'll send the information later today." Then she was walking away.

I went back for a quick shower and change before my next class. Kevin was in the room, and I asked him about what to wear if I came to the party. He sent me a link to the frat web site that showed how to make a toga from a Wal-Mart sheet and also had link to a local costume store that had togas for rent. The sheets were encouraged for woman because they were more revealing! Janet sent a text with the name of her team and time and place for their game. I did a quick web search and discovered it was considered the best amateur women's soccer team in the state, and that all the players were tri-athletes and 'iron women'! I knew Suzanne was in good shape, but this was amazing! 

I forced myself to go to my Friday afternoon class even though I wanted to take a nap. It paid off because we had a pop quiz that was exactly like the homework that was just assigned, and I did fine. I went back to the room to rest, and when Janet called to say come down to the lobby, I put on my best shirt and blazer and headed downstairs. 

Janet's parents had flown in from Miami and rented a big black Chevy SUV. Janet and I got in the back seat and she introduced me to her Mom and Dad. Janet looked a lot like her mother, but her dad was a great big guy, at least 6'5"! I could see why he needed the SUV. We drove to a well respected local steakhouse at a peak time and waited at the bar for a table. Janet and her mom had wine, her dad had a scotch, and I had a Coke. Janet's dad asked me about it and I said I just didn't drink, that one drink would knock me right out. When we got to the table her dad insisted I order a big steak, and I did not argue with him too hard. We had big salads, incredible aged steaks, asparagus and potatoes au gratin and I got very full. I thanked Janet's dad and said I had my iron ration for the week!

Janet's mother kept looking back and forth at Janet and me and smiling. I was sure she knew we were making it, and approved. Luckily no Suzie signal for me, which would have been weird. We went through the standard song and dance about where I was from, what was my major, etc. Whenever Janet's dad talked, I could tell that her Mother was sending a Suzie signal for him. I guess that was how it was supposed to work! They wanted to get on the road, and they dropped me back at the dorm just before 9 PM.

I took a long walk across campus, past the bookstore, and up and down sorority row. There was no football game tomorrow, so there was less hubbub than usual at the Greek houses. I walked past a couple of night clubs with music blaring inside, and some drunks blaring outside. As I walked back toward the dorm, I saw Suzanne on the running track. She was running like a crazy woman, sweating and breathing hard and looked like she was about to finish 20+ miles. She looked wonderful, but I left her alone. I did dream about her as soon as I went to sleep, though.

I went down to early breakfast Saturday, and was very pleased to see Nora ahead of me in line. I followed her to a table and asked if I could sit with her. She smiled and said please do! We began our conversation right where we left off, and since I had no classes and nothing scheduled until the soccer game at 2PM, I talked to her for almost an hour. Nora excused herself saying she had to go to a study group that was meeting this morning to work on a presentation for one of her classes. I went out for a run and made it to six miles, plus the one lap sprint, and felt pleased with myself. I took a little nap, then had late lunch and boarded a shuttle bus for the intramural complex where the soccer game would be held. I got there a little early and got a seat in the center of the third row up.

Someone passed out programs on cheap paper. Suzanne was listed as second string midfielder. I saw her standing on the sideline, stretching. The teams were well matched, and like most soccer I had seen, there was lots of running and very little scoring. It was still no score midway through the match. Suzanne came in with about 10 minutes left, although you never know the time exactly with soccer. She broke up a few plays, and then made a long run and a good pass to a forward who got a good looking shot on goal, but no joy. The other team got behind Suzanne's with a great long pass and shot and scored. Then a long last minute play and shot missed and Suzanne's team lost. After some time with the coach, they gathered up their stuff and began to trudge off the field. Suzanne looked up and saw me and smiled. She looked beat. 

I took her gear bag and put it over my shoulder. She motioned toward the parking lot and I followed her to her car. We stowed her stuff and then sat in the front seat. "You need some water, some food, and a rub down!' I said. 

She laughed tiredly. "Let's start with some food and water." She drove to little hole in the wall Italian place in a cheap looking strip center next to a nail salon, a payday loan joint, and a 'free' apartment locator office. The food was fantastic! So was the company. We cleaned our plates, and then got back in the car. She looked askance at me, and then said "Can you really give a decent massage, or is it just an excuse to feel me up?"

I laughed. "I give a great massage, and when I feel you up I will tell you first and you will know it's not a therapeutic massage!"

We drove to her apartment and walked up to the second floor. She took off her shoes and socks and jersey and shorts and stood in her panties and a sports bra. She was absolutely sculpted! She had abs and legs and arms like a marble carving and I stared at them unabashedly. She lay down on her stomach on the old couch and I kneeled next to her. I started with her feet. I actually had taken a massage class at the junior college when I was a senior in high school and only needed one 'normal' course to graduate. I was glad I took the massage course. She felt worlds better than any of the dummies or volunteers I learned on. When someone is really in shape, they have great circulation, and you can feel rapid changes in their muscles as you work on them. Her feet responded almost instantly as I rubbed on them, as did her calves. They were almost at the point of cramping when I started, but they soon became pliable and rebounded perfectly as I stroked them with my thumbs and fingers. 

She sighed and relaxed and I was not even sure if she was still awake. I could feel her strong and steady heartbeat when I squeezed an area with an artery and I felt a growing connection to her with each beat. I worked up to the back of her thighs and marveled at the development of the muscles there. They responded rapidly and I felt them relax under my fingers. I worked them all the way from insertion to insertion, easily visualizing them through her smooth olive skin like the most perfect anatomical model. I worked the muscles in her buttocks thoroughly, and her gluts were highly developed and clearly defined with not a hint of extra fat anywhere. Her lower back was incredibly tight, and needed some deep tissue attention, but she was in such shape that even strong massage caused her no pain. Her shoulders were the tightest of all, pulled tight like thick bowstrings, so tight that it felt like I was plucking them for sound at first. Soon they responded and relaxed and she sighed deeply, perhaps in her sleep. Her neck felt like smooth polished driftwood at first, then responded as I worked the muscles from the back of her scalp down to her shoulder blades. 

Now she really was asleep. I spotted an afghan folded up on a chair and covered her with it. There was a big leather chair nearby and I curled up in it. I felt such a connection to Suzanne that my breathing soon synchronized with hers and I fell asleep too. I don't know how long we slept, but it was just getting fully dark outside when she pulled me up by the hand and said "let's go to the party!" and she went into the bathroom and started the shower. I knew it was going to be a magic night, even if nothing else happened between us. If she gave me half a chance, I would to use my talent and try to please her with all my heart and soul.

She dropped her sports bra and panties on the floor and walked into the shower, giving me just a glimpse of her incredible ass unfettered by clothing. "I don't like drafts, so hurry up and get in here and close the door behind you!" I shucked my clothes and hurried in. She was a marble statue -- perfect in form -- and I suspected also perfect in function. The water ran over her nipples. They were erect and had little goose bumps on them -- they looked like almost ripe strawberries ready to be savored. Her pilo-erection gave me a larger erection of my own.

She stood looking at me with a smile. "At least I know you are glad to see me!" she said, looking at my obvious excitement. She took the bar of soap and gently began to wash her breasts. I stood frozen, never having envied a bar of soap before. "Can I get a little help here?" I fought the urge to just fall on my knees and worship her! I began washing her back and then cupping her breasts from behind. She leaned back into me and put a hand on the outside of my thigh! Then she concentrated on shampooing her hair and let my hands roam all over her! She felt like warm wet stone with velvet on the outside. She rinsed her hair, stood in front of me, and put one hand on my cock, washing it gently. It took all my control not to shoot right there! She stood up straight and kissed me gently on the lips for oh too brief a moment. Then she said "to be continued" and walked out of the shower. "Hurray up and get washed and dried so I can finish your costume!" 

She toweled off and soon I was dry too. She had already made up Roman costumes for us, and I noticed an old sewing machine in the corner of her bedroom. She put her costume on and it was magic. It was not a toga, but more of a Roman negligee. It was so translucent it was almost completely transparent from the neck to the waist, with a tight sash high above her waist making sure that her nipples were pushed right into the sheer fabric. There was a band of more opaque material from her waist to about 8 inches above her knees, and then it was almost transparent again. It was backless all the way down to her waist. Every perfectly defined muscle showed through in front, highlighted by the shimmering material. Her breasts were perfectly displayed atop a set of pectoral muscles that would make most artists models jealous. Her incredible back muscles were bare and framed by the fabric and rippled and flowed as she moved. I could not tell if she had panties on or not. She caught me looking and wondering. "No, I don't have any panties on but that's just for you to know and think about!"




My Only Talent Ch. 02



I could barely breathe! She held a more conventional toga style costume up to me. It had wide shoulders like a dress with shoulder pads, but a bare midriff, a waist band, and then a flowing robe below. "No underwear for you either, so I have something to think about during the party!" she said with a mischievous grin. She put it on me and cinched up the waist band, then stepped back to examine her handiwork. "That will do fine" he said. "It shows off your abs, which I really like, by the way."

By the time we arrived, the party was already in full swing. The frat president was standing on the porch near the front door, and he saw Suzanne when we exited her car, almost a block away. He stopped talking and even breathing and just stared at her. When she walked up the steps, her landing on each new level was punctuated by his increasingly awed facial expressions. He would not have even noticed me if I hadn't punched him lightly on the arm and thanked him for inviting us. Then his eyes got even bigger and he immediately swiveled to look at Suzanne again. Ms. Super Body was just inside the door and saw me first and smiled, and then her face froze in icy chagrin when she saw Suzanne. 

I have heard it said that many women dress to outdo other women, not just to attract men, but I never realized that the envy and hatred of the 'herd' for the best dressed and best looking woman was some kind of tribal force akin to a basic drive like sex. I heard a new kind of signal on a whole new wavelength below but nearby the normal Suzie signal, and it was emanating angrily from Ms. Super Body as she realized she was now Ms. Also Ran Body! As Suzanne walked into the room and more and more woman saw her, the new signals began to sound like an angry murmuring mob. Every woman who saw her was 'muttering' that new and very unhappy signal! 

All the woman were watching her walk in, and all the men were too. I don't think any of them even noticed me for the first several minutes! I heard several of those 'adjacent channel' signals from some women responding to Suzanne with desire. Ms. Super Body was not among them, but Lou and Jersey were! They had a freelance photographer taking party pictures that he would sell to the attendees, and he was no fool: he began taking pictures of Suzanne nonstop. I also realized that there was another signal, even 'lower' than the female herd envy signal. It must have been the massed desire signals of all the males in the room. I had never heard it before, but then I had probably never encountered it with so much 'power' before!

Suzanne was blissfully unaware of all these signals and turbulence, but she was enjoying the party and all the attention. I whispered to her that she should be careful as most of the women here would cheerfully kill her because she looked so good. She leaned over to me and said "This is the first party I have been to in three years and nothing is going to stop me from enjoying it!" The band started playing again and Suzanne was overwhelmed with invitations to dance. She danced the first few numbers with me, then joined something they called a "Roman Conga Line" with most of the guys in the place while I watched. The guy right behind her in the line was almost in a trance, and he was not letting anybody join the line between him and Suzanne! Kevin walked up and stood next to me and said "Holy Shit! If I had known you were bringing a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model to the party, I would have sprung for a limo!"

I laughed. "She is in much better shape than most of those models! She has completed several marathons and she played soccer most of the afternoon before we came to the party!"

He looked at me seriously. "Where did you meet this woman? Can you take me there?"

"We met at the running track around the football practice field near the dorm. Why do you think I have been running so religiously every MWF at lunch?"

"I would crawl around that track every MWF to worship her! Our photographer is going ape taking pictures of her, and I am planning to buy them all. I hope the other women don't try to kill her, because I can feel the hate from here!" Kevin may be much more perceptive than I first thought.

The band took a break and Suzanne came back over to me. Kevin whispered as she approached "Please God just once in my life let me have a woman like that!" and then he smiled benignly as I introduced him to Suzanne. 

"Take good care of your roommate Kevin. I am very fond of him!" Then she held my hand and at least 50 guys now hated me!

The frat president announced a wet toga contest as he took to the little stage set up for it. Suzanne giggled. She asked Kevin if she could enter. He said "Oh God, Yes!" She giggled again. She went over to the punch bowl, which tonight was filled with a particularly potent grape juice and EverClear mixture that Kevin had been bragging on for days. He said it was their secret fraternity recipe and was known as 'instant stripper' for the effect it had on women. Suzanne filled up a big red plastic cup! I said "Careful there beautiful, they call this stuff "instant stripper'!

She laughed. "Don't worry. I can drink any three guys in this frat under the table, and still run five miles in 30 minutes! Would you mind so much if I had a little fun tonight? 

"Just be careful" I said "If the women don't kill you first the men may stampede!"

She laughed again and leered at me. "You just take good care of me after the party, okay? 

The contest consisted simply of playing the music from "Debbie Does Dallas" while the guys in the audience used squirt guns to wet the contestants down as they danced. There were some very nice looking girls on stage, but it only took about thirty seconds to figure out who the winner was going to be. The real contest was to see who could get enough water onto Suzanne to figure out whether she had panties on or not. One of the other contestants was insulted, as she was left almost completely dry. When the president announced that here were only ten seconds left in the contest, Suzanne stood still with her arms akimbo and allowed the squirt guns to drench her completely. I knew she had no panties, but even with the area wet the fabric was opaque enough to make it uncertain. She won the contest by acclimation, though!

At least six guys brought her a towel, and all offered to dry her off. She thanked them, but did it herself then wrapped two towels around her shoulders. She thanked Kevin for letting her enter the contest and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. He stood with his eyes closed like he was savoring the moment. Lou appeared at his side, reasserting herself in the battle for his attention. She spent most of her time looking at Suzanne, just like I did. It was mostly anticlimactic after that, and we made our way toward Suzanne's car about midnight. We drove to her apartment in silence, and then walked up.

"You looked great dancing tonight! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!"

"I enjoyed it!" she smiled. "And now I am going to enjoy teasing you." She pushed me down on the couch and began slowly dancing sans music. Her Suzie signal was throbbing and trilling all over the scale. She was really enjoying herself. She really was teasing me, too, and it was wonderful! She slowly raised her diaphanous skirt, almost showing me that she had no panties. It took a long time, and I almost wished it had taken longer, but she finally was naked. She had no panties, just a beautiful closely trimmed dark 'landing strip' between her legs. She was casually throwing off dance moves that would have made most professional strippers fall over, but she kept perfect poses like a dynamically balanced sculpture. She could have won any limbo contest ever held. She had me stand up and she removed my costume, too. Her Suzie signal continued to throb. 

She cupped her breasts as if she was offering them to me, and it drove me crazy, and she knew it. "They say some women are only attracted to 'bad boys' or 'dangerous men'. They also say 'nice guys finish last'. Not with me. I'm attracted to nice guys like you, and I want you to finish first AND last!" She began kissing my nipples, driving me absolutely crazy. She worked her way down to my abs, and finally started kissing me right above my knees and was slowly and obviously working her way up. She tickled my balls with her hands, and then began to lick the underside of my cock. I don't know how long it lasted. I never wanted it to stop. 

Then she stopped, with her lips just an inch from me, and began talking again. "I suppose you have built up quite a bit of tension over the course of the evening. It looks like it to me." She was sending the same kind of Suzie signal that Mrs. Douglass used to send when she was teasing me. But I also heard an undertone of the signals Janet sent when she wanted me to fuck her face! Was she teasing me hoping I would do that?

Her tone got more teasing, and she was talking in a breathy, exaggerated manner that made sure I felt her words through the volume of air on my dick. She also got more of a 'naughty little girl' inflection that was driving me up the wall. I noted that the teasing Suzie signal was dropping, and then grabbed her head and shoved my dick in her mouth. She looked up at me with wide, smiling brown eyes that said 'glad you finally figured it out' and then sucked me hard. I kept one hand on her head, and her Suzie said yes please! I got a little rougher, pushed in a little deeper, and her Suzie said more. She began to move her tongue all around me as I plunged in and out, and sucked harder when I almost popped out of her mouth. She must have sensed that I was just about to come, because she grabbed my ass cheeks in her hands and squeezed in time with my thrusts into her mouth. I wanted to come, but I also wanted to stay right on the edge of coming forever. Then her Suzie signal washed over me and acted directly on my brain and I exploded into her mouth, shooting again and again until there was no more. She emptied me and just kept sucking me in and out rapidly over about a half inch distance, just using her lungs and diaphragm and keeping her lips fixed, and I realized that I was going to stay hard even through I just came. 

Finally she moved back a little and then she said,"That's the way I like to start out, with the nice guy coming first!" She pushed me down to sit on the couch and then straddled me so that her breasts were level with my mouth. My dreams came true anew as I gently kissed them, then rubbed them while I kissed her mouth, then alternated back to her nipples. I don't know how long, but her Suzie signal was a loud continuous droning noise like a didgeridoo played by a giant that never ran out of breath. 

Then she squatted like the world's most beautiful sumo wrestler with her feet out wide on the couch and raised herself up slowly. I began to kiss her incredible abdominal muscles slowly, surveying each one carefully like a blind man taking an anatomy exam. Her Suzie signal looped the loop when I stuck my tongue in her navel and again when I started to just touch her outer lips. I tried to just go on automatic and synchronize my lips and tongue directly to her signal and maximize it. Her signal began to growl and she squirted as she came. I sucked it up, waiting out the short gap in the signal and then did it again. The second wave tasted even better than the first. She put one leg up over my shoulder and pulled my face even further into her, and I rolled my tongue up into a circle and stuck it in her as far as I could, and got squirted again. She pushed my head back up onto the back of the couch and then crawled up with her legs on either side of my head and just plain fucked my face with her pussy. I don't know how many times she came or how I managed to breath but nothing mattered to me but pleasing her and tasting her.

Finally she put her legs back down on the couch and kissed me on the lips very tenderly. Then she smiled and impaled herself by slowly dropping down on my achingly hard cock. I can't really describe the sensations fully, except to say that she had muscles everywhere and knew how to control them perfectly. She began moving up and down slowly and grabbing me and letting me go as she moved. I felt hard as a rock and just didn't seem to even be close to coming. But she did. The signal had a whole different quality when she came. I don't know if it was clitoral versus vaginal orgasms, or just that so many muscles were involved, but it was the best exercise I ever had! She did most of the work and just got herself off at will.

She relaxed for just a minute and I switched positions and bent her over on all fours on the couch and entered her from behind. My tenderness and patience disappeared and I fucked her like a man possessed, which I was. I could feel the heat from her muscles on mine and the incredible feeling of pounding against her solid walls of muscle and being gripped by her hot pussy. I kissed her shoulders and back and got as deep inside her as possible, then came in a spastic rush that almost sent my legs into cramps. 

I kept my arms around her and rolled back onto the couch with her on top of me. She pushed back, keeping me inside of her and grabbing me and stimulating me even as I softened inside her. I stayed about half hard and hugged her tightly, still kissing her neck and shoulders. She laughed deep down in her throat and said "You really did take care of me after the party!" She turned toward me and we kissed and just held each other for a long time.

Her energy soon bubbled up again. She jumped out of bed and said "let's go get some breakfast and then get you back to campus. I have a soccer game late this afternoon and I need some sleep, which I won't get if I can just reach for you again!" We took another shower, and I did succumb to the desire to get on my knees and just worship her ass a bit. She aided and abetted me by putting one leg up on the little shelf in the corner of the shower and her Suzie said 'yass for her ass' and let's do this some more! She drove to another greasy spoon looking breakfast place in another cheap looking strip mall with signs in the window for grits, egg sandwiches, and 'super migas'. Like last time, the food was tremendous, and I had maybe the fluffiest and best omelet ever, with chorizo and fresh habanera salsa. Doing my best to diligently plan ahead, I proposed a return engagement next Saturday. She smiled and said she had two 'away' soccer games next weekend on Saturday and early Sunday morning, and she would be car pooling to them with three other girls on her team. But, she expected to be back Sunday afternoon about 3PM and she would cook me dinner if I would be her sex slave for the evening! I smiled and said you don't even have to cook dinner. She dropped me at the dorm and got out and gave me a frank, lingering and completely wonderful kiss, and several guys hanging out on the front steps looked at me like I had won the lottery! I think this was better.

I set an alarm so I could get up in time for my 11AM tennis game with Lara, and was dead to the world until the alarm went off. I was tired, but it was still a weekend and I was willing to do my dating duty! I was looking forward to seeing how Lara responded to my sonar drill!



My Only Talent Ch. 03



Chapter 03

Refined Targeting Solutions 

I hopped the shuttle bus to the intramural fields and spotted Lara as I approached the court we had reserved. I was tired, but my Suzie receiver must be working well, because I detected a nice clear signal from her as soon as she saw me. She was almost a complete opposite type from Suzanne and Janet. They were short, compact, and almost petite, while still being very shapely. Suzanne was dark and dusky and muscular and chiseled; Janet was a flaming red head with pale freckled skin and a soft curvy body. 

Lara was tall, powerful, busty, voluptuous and bold with shining blonde hair, Wedgewood blue eyes, and fair and unblemished skin. She was over 6 feet, just about the same height I was, and I recalled Kevin futilely going after all those leggy blondes! Despite their very different looks, she radiated energy and vitality just like Suzanne did. She had on classic tennis whites, with a very short skirt, tight and very revealing, and looked incredibly hot. She greeted me warmly, and asked how good a player I was. I said I played on my high school team, but it's not a big school and we didn't exactly compete for any state championships. She looked at little guilty. "Why do you ask?" I said. 

"Well I thought we might make a little... wager" she said leadingly. 

"Am I being hustled? What stakes do you propose?" 

"Well, not for money. But perhaps there are ... other things ..." Her voice trailed off.

"What exactly did you have in mind, Miss?" I twirled a mustache I did not have.

"Well I was thinking that perhaps the winner could specify certain things that she wanted done, and the loser would have to do them?" She smiled villainously, too. 

"I hear an unproven assumption in there. May I assume that if the winner were male, the same terms would also apply?" I quickly pinged at her with an image of her naked and on her knees in front of me. Captain, Sonar! Sonar Contact dead ahead! She echoed my ping perfectly! Then I had another idea. Perhaps Lara was in contact with Lou? I sent a quick image of what Lou would have described that she saw us doing in Janet's room at the dorm. Sonar Contact! A very strong echo, with lots of reverb.

"Well, I do have some ideas!"

"Are there certain 'strokes' you are particularly interested in playing, Miss?

"Perhaps there are. Shall we warm up?"

She hit very well, and looked damn good doing it. We volleyed back and forth for a few minutes, and then took several practice serves each. I encouraged her to serve to start the match. Her first serve was a rocket! I was being hustled. She was better than any female player I had ever seen in person, and every bit as good as the very best male player on my old high school team. Fortunately, that player was me! I managed to return her first serve, but she ran me around and kept the initiative for most of each point. She was a better baseline player than I was. I was going to have to hit a good shot and try to win at the net. She got a little too aggressive and began faulting on her first serves, and I was able to attack her second serves. When she got her first serve in, she usually won the point. When she had to make a second serve, I usually won the point. I managed to break her serve. 

She was able to return my first serves with alarming ease! I had to resort to 'junk balls' and risky 'drop shots' and she had trouble handling them. I was up two games. We battled back and forth but eventually I just managed a win for the first set. She won the second set. We took a water break. There were two couples playing doubles on the next court, and they were taking a break too. One of the guys looked familiar, but I just couldn't place him. 

He walked over and said "Hello. I thought I recognized you! I was a guest at the ZZZ toga party too."

Lara was still at the back of the opposite court, toweling off. He continued "I was going to say I was disappointed that your date from the toga party was not here today. But this young lady today is equally spectacular, yet totally different. Bravo! I am Theodoric Aloysius Cadwallader the Fifth, of the Philadelphia Cadwalladers. Call me Theo!" He was decked out in a complete Ralph Lauren tennis outfit, and I noticed his racket cover at the corner of the court had the same plaid lining and color coordinated piping as the collar of his shirt, which also matched the inner lining of his white tennis jacket hanging on the wire barrier at the edge of the court. Wow. I bet his polo and yacht racing outfits were really something, too! Then I realized this was the guy who so zealously guarded his position in the 'conga line' right behind Suzanne! He might be rich, but he wasn't stupid. 

I told him I recognized him now and it looked like he was in fine company here too, as both of the girls on the court with him were very photogenic. He smiled. "Are you a pledge at ZZZ" he asked.

"No", I said, "but my roommate at the dorm is. That's why I was invited to the party. Seems like a nice bunch of guys, but my family are all Methodists as far back as anyone can remember." Lara walked up, and it was obvious that she had been playing hard; her tennis shirt was drenched and her ample breasts and erect nipples were unmistakable through the thin wet fabric. Her legs were flushed and glowing. She looked scrumptious! 

"Here, here!" he said. "We are having a big party in two weeks at the Phi Iota Gamma lake house. Let's swap numbers and I'll send you an invite. You seem like our kind of guy!" We exchanged contact information and he introduced us to the other three members of their tennis foursome. The other guy, Jackson Pollack Jackson III, could not take his eyes off Lara, and the two girls were sending her those nasty envy signals like Suzanne engendered the other night, but nothing positive for me, unfortunately. We made small talk for a minute, and then returned to tennis. Finally I won the match. Lara smiled very broadly! Maybe she let me win?

She said "I suppose I am at your mercy for the rest of the afternoon". She smiled. 

I said "...for the rest of the afternoon WHAT?"

She looked at me and then took a deep breath. "I suppose I am at your mercy for the rest of the afternoon, Master!"

"I recall that you mentioned lunch?

We went to her car and she drove to an infamous local Mexican restaurant that served super spicy and unusual tacos. I made her go in and fetch me some while I waited in the car. We sat in our tennis clothes with the windows down in the parking lot and washed down these atom bomb hot tacos with lots of iced tea. She attacked and devoured her food with relish! It tasted great, but it made my forehead sweat! "Lara", I said, "I like the idea of a spirited tennis game with a hot little wager attached, and I am sure I will enjoy the rest of the afternoon, because you will be doing everything I want you to." I could hear her signal turning and groaning loudly as I spoke. "But, we don't have to play games with each other. Next time we get together, you can just tell me what you want, and I'll do it for you." Her Suzie signal flickered and almost died out. Whoops! What should I do now? 

"On the other hand, I will expect you to immediately do whatever pleases me, regardless of it being humiliating or even painful for you." Her signal went crazy. It sounded like 50,000 birds trapped in a single cage. "And if you are hesitant or clumsy, you will be punished!" Her signal went absolutely wild, like someone trying to break down a door! "If you fail to learn and anticipate what I want, you will also be punished severely." Her signal was so loud it hurt me. I guess there was no chance of misinterpreting what she needed and wanted. 

Then we drove to her apartment. She had her own very large one bedroom place in a swanky tower about halfway between ESU and the state capitol. Daddy's Money! There was an amazing view of downtown, the capitol and the ESU campus through the huge plate glass windows in the living room. 

I decided that I could do a little research to make her afternoon the most exciting that I could. I sat in the large comfortable leather chair near the center of the room. "You may disrobe. Then stand still while I examine you and consider what I will have you do."

She slowly began to strip, and her signal grew. I managed to keep a disinterested expression while this incredible woman got naked for me! I began pinging her with a succession of images. She seemed to respond positively to almost everything I sent her, but she was particularly aroused by being restrained, spanked, and roughly penetrated! Despite her beautiful and wholesome exterior, she could be one kinky little puppy!

"You have been insouciant and disrespectful. Get me some restraints and implements to discipline you with!"

She looked very excited, and her signal was deafening! She went to her bedroom and brought out a long plastic snap top container like you would store gift wrapping paper in. She opened it and removed some leather bondage gear and a short leather whip! I am not sure why, but I began to wonder what she would want to do if she had won the match. Probably get whipped and punished, too, I realized. Or maybe she would have humiliated me if I didn't exert my will! I was determined to remain the 'top' in this relationship! What would happen if I encountered a girl that was 100% 'top' and to please her I had to be a 'bottom? I did not think I wanted to get into that situation, despite Mrs. Douglass' telling me that I should experiment with it once to see if it got me off! How could I learn about all this stuff without 'exposing' myself? Then for some reason I thought about some more modern submarine movies, in which active sonar was only used in an emergency, and passive sonar and stealth was the preferred mode of operation. Since Lara was such a strong sender, and I was becoming a better 'listener', perhaps I should try it? 

I just let Lara kneel and 'simmer' a bit while I tried to quiet my mind and libido and just 'listen' passively for Lara. Sure enough, her strong Suzie signal was 'modulated' by a weak but clearly discernable second signal, and when I concentrated on it completely, I began to get little 'impressions' and fleeting images of what Lara was thinking (hoping?) might be about to happen to her. She was envisioning being spanked and whipped and called all manner of slut! I could see little vignettes of her ass being whipped red and almost bleeding, and then being fucked from behind roughly. I saw her hanging from a hook with her arms bound above her head while I had both my hands around her neck and fucked her throat mercilessly while she almost passed out. I saw her almost bent double with her ankles over my shoulders while I pounded into her! I saw her on her knees giving me a blowjob under the table of a fancy restaurant while the patrons around me were none the wiser. 

This girl had some funky stuff going on! But, I felt it was my duty to take care of her and satisfy all her dirty cravings, because she was better off fully pleasing and being pleased by a great guy like me rather than falling victim to several other guys who would just mistreat her and could never really understand her and give her just what she needed! It was really an obligation I could not shirk, a duty to society I must perform! I was so noble that I felt proud! She began to breathe faster and faster, lost in her anticipation of what I could do to her. She was spectacularly beautiful! I remembered my mom saying I had a duty to make her feel good, and my dad saying to find out what makes her the most excited and makes her come the best. What else could I do? I had a sworn duty for God and Country! 

"Put your hands behind your back, slut! I know what lurks beneath your beautiful exterior! You look so pretty and sweet. But I know what you really are, and you know it too! Underneath all that pretty poise and polish you are a dirty slut! I will train you, discipline you! You will give yourself up to me, and your purpose in life will be to please me, not yourself!" She quivered, she whimpered, she sighed, and tears welled up in her eyes. She shook like a puppy about to get a bone. Good analogy!

I took off my tennis clothes and stood with my cock about an inch from her mouth. She smiled up at me almost challengingly. I slapped her! "Keep your eyes down unless I tell you otherwise. Now suck my cock you cheeky bitch! Give me the best blowjob you have ever imagined. Deep throat me with that slut mouth. Make me come and swallow it all. Never let a single drop of my precious come touch the air! And keep your hands behind you and your eyes closed!" 

She leaned forward and took me in her mouth. I could feel her quivering with lust. Her Suzie signal said she was right on the edge of coming. "One other thing, slut! You are not to come unless I give you prior approval! Do you understand?"

"Yes" she said. I slapped her. "Yes, Master!"

She was really into it! She was actually very good at giving head. Of course I was not going to tell her that. In fact, I was going to tell her she was terrible at it and spank her for her poor performance! She would love me for it. She was able to deep throat me. She sucked me so hard when she took me all the way down her throat that it hurt! Come on Baby make it hurt so good! She licked my balls; she took them in to her mouth. Then she licked my cock all over, and then she deep throated me again. Lather, rinse, repeat, baby! Her Suzie signal went up and down, but was the strongest when she took me all the way down her throat. I dribbled a little bit into her mouth. Her signal went wild again. She sucked me down all the way and held it there, and then sucked me in pulses. I shot, she sucked, and she swallowed. Again and again! She was wonderful. Her Suzie signal said she was again on the edge of coming, but she also radiated contentment. I grabbed her head and shoved myself down another half inch or so. She loved that, too!

I pulled back and slapped her again. "You call that a blowjob? What are you, in 7th grade? You are a college girl. You should be able to suck the chrome off a trailer hitch by now. You are going to need a lot of training! She vibrated, her Suzie signal peaked again. "If you can't do better than that, I may never let you come again!" 

I paused and looked at her until she raised her eyes to see what I was going to next. I slapped her again. "Eyes down, slut! Go get me the whip!" Her Suzie signal took on a whole new urgency, a raucous and nasty tone I had not sensed before. She brought me the whip and kneeled again, with her eyes down. She quivered! She was so hot! "Move the kitchen table over into the corner windows of the living room, quickly!" Her signal soared as she did so. 

"Get up on the table with your slut ass facing the windows! I don't know how many people in the office and apartment buildings have telescopes or binoculars, but if they do they are going to see a slut get punished for insufficient cocksucking! She drew in a huge breath and turned red from the face all the way down. "And if this punishment proves necessary again, I'll do a little social media promotion to draw an even larger audience for you!"

She shivered and the table shook. Her Suzie signal was like a jet on afterburners -- hot, fast, and loud! I extended my hand with the whip and measured my stance to reach her ass perfectly. I touched her ass with my hand and caressed it gently, the spanked it once. She jumped. I began a swinging motion with the whip and narrated my strokes "You....will....be....a....better...cocksucker!" I paused and she sobbed. "You....will....be....a....better...cocksucker!" I paused again and she shuddered and cried. Her Suzie signal was now a living thing! It filled the room. It dominated my senses. Her ass was a wonderful cherry red. She was so beautiful! "You will take me deeper! You will suck me harder! You will move your tongue faster and put it on more places!"

"Yes, Master! Please let me try again!"

I think she was hoping to get back down on the floor, but I stood in front of her and said "You may have drawn an audience by now, so let's see your best stuff, slut!" She quivered even more, shivering like a cold animal at the prospect of exposure in the window, but her Suzie signal was warm and happy. She took me into her mouth again and there was a greater urgency, a faster pace. Soon I was fully erect again. Her tongue fluttered even faster and over a wider area, her suction was stronger and more varied. It was delightful. I relaxed and just enjoyed it, and concentrated on her signal and its modulation. She was happy, but she was starting to feel the power over me that her improved performance was giving her! I really had to remember to stay on 'top' of this little filly, because she was always trying to get out of her corral and ride me!

"Don't even think about it, slut!" I grabbed her by her hair and spun her around onto her back. I grabbed two big handfuls of her long blond hair, pulled her head over the side of the table, and proceeded to fuck her mouth like Lou had observed at the dorm. Lara screamed in delight, at least as much as she could scream with my cock all the way down her throat! Her Suzie signal pulsed and peaked like a laser reaching its critical energy level and lasing! She was getting what she wanted! She grabbed her own nipples and twisted them savagely! She really was a beautiful but desperate female animal. I began to think I was riding a tiger! Mrs. Douglass' words about the few women who need these things really needing them came back to me, along with her advice about 'accommodation'. I would need to up the ante a little bit each time with her or Lara wouldn't get the high she craved. 

"When you have sucked me dry, then and only then may you come." I leaned into her, put my hands on the table top, and fucked her mouth even harder. Her breath resounded through her nostrils and suddenly I was coming again. My ejaculation was so strong and so long in coming that it hurt. But it provided relief, almost like lancing a boil! Lara sucked hard and I was completely drained! "You may come, slut!" She screamed, she rammed her fingers in her pussy and in her ass, and she began to buck like an epileptic having a seizure. 

I grabbed her nipples where her hands had left them, and twisted them. She must have come 5 times in the space of 60 seconds! I spun her around again and pulled her ass over the edge of the table, curled her legs up with my arms, and buried my face in her pussy. One lick on her clit and she came again. Just touching her was like setting off a room full mousetraps and ping pong balls! Her legs clamped on the side of my head and I forced them open again and gently licked her again. She came again. She had a hair trigger and she could not stop shooting! She had one big final orgasm and all her muscles seemed to fire at once. She didn't move or breathe for ten seconds or so and I thought she might me in medical trouble. But then she relaxed, her toes curled up and down, and she broke out in sobs and tears cascaded down her face. 

I knew it wasn't a 'top' thing to do, but I kissed her tears, kissed her mouth, and smiled at her. She grabbed me with both arms in a desperate hug. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" she screamed, and then continued to sob. I just held her for a minute, and her Suzie signal of contentment soared and floated all around us. But it only lasted a few seconds, and then I detected her crafty side concluding she might have a chance to get over on me! She was a pure female animal, and I admired her, I might even learn to love her, but I could never let her get the upper hand!

I rolled her off the table and dumped her on the floor! "Go draw my bath! Make it the perfect temperature!" She looked surprised, but then I saw a sly smile as she headed toward the bedroom, eyes downcast as they should be. I had Lara wash and dry me, then give me a massage. She was the perfect servant, and her contentment signal was very deep and very real. I got dressed and she ordered some Chinese food delivered. We sat around the table and made small talk and laughed. She told me she was from a big suburban 5A high school, and she had been on two state championship tennis teams, winning one state title match herself. She said she was planning to hustle me, beat me like a drum, and then make me her little 'spanky bitch' for the night. I had really surprised her, she said. She thought I had hustled her. She liked it! She had never met a man who could do what I could do! She said she had always dreamed of a man who seemed to know what she needed and who would make her do it, make her so excited and make her come and make her feel so loved! I stood up to leave and she hung herself around my neck desperately. 




My Only Talent Ch. 03



"Lara, I will be back here Friday afternoon after my last class to give you some extensive training! You may date other men, but you cannot have sex with them. You can let them kiss you goodnight, briefly, and nothing more. As far as they are concerned, you will be a beautiful but sexually repressed girl who does not put out, ever! You may not masturbate or have any orgasms unless I am with you. Do you understand?" Her Suzie signals were beating, pulsing, soaring. She wanted to be mastered; she just needed it to be somebody strong!

"Yes, Master. I am to please you, and no one else. I am only to please myself if you are there to give me permission."

"You understand me. In special circumstances, I may give you permission to have an orgasm by yourself over the phone. You will not show your sexual side to anyone unless I tell you to. But if I do tell you what to do, you must do whatever I ask without any hesitation. Do you understand?" I listened closely, and her Suzie was already reliving our session on the table in front of the windows. She burned with simultaneous humiliation and sexual fire. It was a fire I wanted warm myself in again. 

"Yes, Master. I want to please you whenever I can!"

I looked at her coldly. "I will try to spend some time with you one night each weekend if my schedule permits. But you will not whine or beg me for more time, or I will come here even less often. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"When we are in public, you will act like a 'normal' college girl. But you will become the slut you really are whenever and wherever I tell you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Give me a kiss at the door, then." She kissed me roughly; I stopped her and kissed her almost chastely. Then I pinched one of her nipples very hard, and turned and walked down the hall to the elevator. Her Suzie signal filled the hallway, and followed me down. 

I walked back to the dorm. My legs were sore, my dick was sore, and even my tongue was sore. I was actually looking forward to a week of classes to recover! I set my alarm, and was dead to world until Monday morning. 

I had a nice surprise at early breakfast when Nora Upmann showed up to join the serving line just as I did. She smiled in her classy way. She said that I appeared to have had a good weekend. I yawned. "Yes but tiring"

She smiled knowingly. "Sometimes those are the best kind." What did she mean by that?

Kevin joined us. I was amazed to see him so early. I introduced him to Nora. She said she had to run for a meeting before class. I was sorry to see her go. Kevin had several things to say. "Man, she is one high class piece of ass! How do you find these girls?"

"Actually she found me. She lives here, at least for this semester. She is a senior. But she just likes me as a friend. How was your weekend?"

"Not as good as yours, from what I hear. Most of the guys in the frat are still talking about Suzanne. The pictures are sold out!"

I laughed. "She also made quite an impression on Theodoric Aloysius Cadwallader the Fifth, of the Philadelphia Cadwalladers. Do you know him?"

He guffawed. "Theo the clotheshorse? He was the guy who tried to push his nose up Suzanne's ass in the conga line! Although I admit that most of the guys there would have tried the same thing if they had the chance. We have to invite presidents of other frats to parties in sort of a diplomatic exchange program, and Theo is president of the Pigs, aka Phi Iota Gamma, only they prefer the nickname Figs! I think they do have some fruits as legacies! Ha! It is the fraternity of choice of the old, old, Gentile Robber Baron money. Theo came down to ESU instead of going to Penn so he could be sure get elected chapter president, but his family had to bankroll getting their ageing frat house remodeled in order to seal the deal."

I wondered if there was anything the Greek Grapevine did not gossip about. "Are there any positive aspects to the Phi Iota's?" I asked.

"Well, they have the best cars and clothes, and spend the most on booze and parties, and they have an incredible party house at the lake that some rich alum donated before he went to Club Fed for a currency trading scam. They also take pride in recruiting the hottest looking independent girls to their parties. They even give their pledge class members a quota of hot girls they have to bring in for the full members to take a run at. Did you see him after the party?"

"Yes, playing tennis the next day. He liked my tennis partner Lara as much as he liked Suzanne, and his tennis partner absolutely hated Lara. He invited me to a party in two weeks."

"You don't mean Lara the six foot blonde ice queen who was at our mixer?"

"Yes."

"Holy shit! She has turned off and shut down more guys than Con Ed! Everyone watches to see her invent new ways to throw cold water on guys who take a shot at her. No one gets in her pants. One guy who she did take home said she actually spanked him! And that party you are invited to would be the fall 'Big Pig Lake Bash'. They really go all out for that one. If they ever discover your babe spotting talents, they will have you kidnapped and force you to locate and screen pussy for them. Did you really get in Lara's pants?" 

"Well, let's just say she is a very special girl that needs to be treated in a very special way!" I said.

"You fucking dog!" He shook his head as he left for class.

I made my 8 AM class and suffered through Ms. Dirty Tobacco Smoker the unfulfilled bi-girl analyzing the reading assignments. I wrote my assigned paper while lying doggo on the mall: girl watching and doing passive Suzie signal sniffing. In my 10 AM intro to engineering class we started the unit on project management, which was interesting. We learned about scheduling, resource calendars, resource leveling, phase gates, and all the other stuff using a class example of building the Egyptian pyramids. Then we were assigned a personal project about something we were interested in that we could make a detailed plan and apply in to real life. Other students were talking about building a boat, or a house, or a hang glider, and one guy was planning the ultimate keg party! These were to be handed in to the professor for review and feedback. I thought about Lara. I needed a plan for "controlled escalation" to keep her endorphins flowing and keep me on top of her, the way we both liked it. After class ended, I started a project plan for project 'Spank Lara'. I realized I needed to do some background research, as this was not an area of expertise for me. I worked out the outline of the plan, with a finish date at the end of the spring semester

I got the outline laid out and then headed for lunch at the dorm. As usual, I was very early, and sat with my plate and my laptop looking for some ideas for Lara. I actually found some academic papers about the psychological needs and the basis of the practices of some of the bondage and S&M devotes, and had just clicked on a link which unfortunately contained some very graphic illustrations just as Nora sat down next to me. "What class is THAT for?" she said.

Whoops! "It's actually some research for Engineering 101." 

She looked at me very suspiciously. "Oh really? Stress analysis and points of failure of bondage restraints? Calculating the optimum velocity for whip strikes? Hummmm?" 

"It's actually an escalation plan to provide monotonically increasing pain and humiliation stimuli for a submissive to make sure she continues to get endorphin release and has orgasms for the duration of the project plan." I smiled confidently, having told the complete truth.

She stared at me for a full thirty seconds. "You are actually serious, aren't you? You have GOT to tell me this story!"

I smiled. "You must swear complete confidentiality. I would never reveal a young lady's secrets, but since your interest seems to be purely academic..."

She looked intrigued. "I don't want to know who it is. I will never repeat a word. I just want to hear how you got into this, and how it 'comes' out, so to speak." She laughed at her own joke and smiled.

I groaned. "I've got to run now, literally. But next time I see you I will give you the 'blow by blow'! 

She was the one that groaned this time. I rushed out to get changed and run with Suzanne.

I got there before she did, and stretched thoroughly by the time she arrived. I smiled from distance, as I heard her Suzie greet me before I even saw her! As she approached, I could see that she looked absolutely radiant! I thought she was fine looking before, but she was actually worried and sick looking then. Now she looked like someone was following her around with a spotlight -- she absolutely glowed with light! I just stood, waiting for her to make the first move. She gave me a little kiss -- less demonstrative than the last one -- but still wonderful. I told her how good she looked and she leaned over and whispered in my ear. She laughed and said "I got some healing treatments this weekend!"

She limbered up and I just enjoyed watching her, then we started out together. I was feeling expansive. "Let's go for six plus a sprint lap today!" She looked at me "I got some good treatment this weekend too!" I said. 

We ran in silence for the first three miles. Then she broke the ice. "I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed our evening Sunday. I knew I was 'hard up' but I did not realize how much it was affecting me. Mike and I had been intimate before he was hurt, and I had only a little experience before then. Most of the boys I have been with were clumsy and heavy handed and left me unsatisfied. Mike was better, I think because her really cared and was patient with me. You seem to know what I want and just did it to me. You make me come better than I can with my hands, which is amazing! I will never forget the way you used your mouth on me!" She stopped and we just ran for half a lap.

"Suzanne, you are one of the most exciting and beautiful women I have ever met, much less dated. You inspire me to do my best for you. You can tell me anything you want, ask me anything. I will never tell anyone else and I will never reject or ridicule you about anything. Even if you don't tell me, I will try to figure out what you want, but I will also just do what I want and hope you like it too."

She laughed, almost too loudly. "Do you remember what you did to me in the second shower we took? I had only read about that before! I never thought I would like it, but I did! Oh brother did I like it! I want you to do that some more."

I smiled too, and tried to sound villainous. "You realize, my dear, that there is a progression to these things?"

She smiled. "That is my expectation, you evil man! But let's work up to it gradually." 

I guess this was going to be an Ass Weekend for me. Noblesse Oblige and Hot Damn! . The extra mile on our run made the timing pretty tight to shower and get to my class. I just made it. I picked up several new assignments that would take hours to finish. I did some more research on Project Spank Lara, and picked up some funky stuff to do to her. Some of it would require special equipment and preparation! I set up a plan for gradually increasing pain, humiliation, and penetration in incremental amounts, all designed to peak in May at the end of the spring semester. I included all school holidays and even put in final exam periods, and some really creative stuff occurred to me. I also needed to do some sonar work to see what her limits were, and decided we should also set up a 'safe word' for her. We would break in a 'new activity' this coming Friday. I hoped I could show Lara a 'good ass' time!

I called Janet and set up a date for Saturday for the home football game, sitting in the student section. She said she loved the pageantry and noise and it always turned her on! That sounded good to me. So the weekend was setting up pretty well: Lara on Friday at her place, Janet on Saturday at the football game, and Suzanne on Sunday at her place! Chrissie, I haven't forgotten you!

I kept up my school intensive schedule and things went well. If one did not goof off three days a week or more, it was not too hard to keep up with classes. But I would soon discover I was being too smug! Tuesday at dinner Nora cornered me and made me tell her the whole story of "O" thing with Lara, although she did not know her name. I took her through the whole history, and I listened carefully for Suzie signals during the entire conversation, and nothing seemed to pique Nora's libido at all. All my pinging resulted in no echoes! But she was really interested in the whole subject, and peppered me with questions. 

"So it didn't freak you out and just make you run away when you realized she was trying to dominate you?" She said.

"Well, I might have freaked out if she had won the match and wanted to tie me up and spank me! Of all the things I have fantasized about, that's never been one of them." I wondered if I should tell her about Mrs. Douglass telling me to try it once to see if it got me off. Not now. "I know I was attracted to her and she was attracted to me, and I thought she was a good person inside. I didn't think she was 'evil', just kinky."

"Did it excite you to dominate her?" she looked at me intently.

"Yes, more than I thought it would. But it was not the domination so much as knowing that she really wanted to submit to me and do what I wanted. I wouldn't have liked it if I knew she hated it. But it really got her off too!" I hoped she understood me.

"Are you sure she really got off?" she asked almost challengingly.

I laughed. "Unless she can squirt like that voluntarily, and was faking all the muscle spasms and toe curling, then yes!" She laughed too. 

"So you have researched how to get her off, and have gone to the trouble to make an elaborate plan. How long are you going to stay in a relationship with this woman?"

"Well at least through the long session of school that ends in May."

"Why did you pick that?"

"Because that is long enough to let her be sure I really cared about her, not just fucked her!"

"Is that important to you?"

"Yes. I don't want to marry her, but I don't what to have one night stands either!"

"Do you think you might fall in love with her?"

"I could. She is a primal female animal, and I respect that. I can even sign up to stay on 'top' of her and be dominant in the relationship if that's what she needs. But if she just needs more and more pain and humiliation as time goes by, and never can be happy without it, I won't be able to keep escalating that forever."

"So you want her to be happy with 'normal' sex, and learn to enjoy it as much as her current 'kinky' needs?"

"I guess that's it. I would like to do some of the kinky stuff from time to time too if it excites her, but I don't want to have to keep getting kinkier every week!" 

"Do you know why she is this way?"

"Not for sure. The stuff I have read tells me it could be her relationship with her parents, or it could just be her nature."

"I am interested to see how it turns out." she said. We are friends. I don't want you to get hurt." She touched my arm.

"Thanks, Nora. For a while I was very disappointed that you only wanted to be 'just friends' but maybe it's not so bad." She smiled and squeezed my shoulder again, then headed to the library to work on her project. 

On Wednesday I endured my Rhetoric and Composition class, but it almost put me to sleep. Then as I went over my class notes on the quad I realized with a start that I had to turn in a project plan at my next class in 30 minutes, and the only one I had was project 'Spank Lara'! I did not have time to do anything else. I looked it over, removed Lara's name and anything else that might be identifying, and turned it in. I had promised my Dad to always turn in all homework assignments on time! I guess I would find out how open minded my engineering professor was.

Wednesday afternoon my old junior high school buddy Ralph called to tell me he had unexpectedly decided to pledge a frat, Upsilon Delta Phi. He said they were the only one he would even consider, and invited me to come to their 'tailgate BBQ brunch' before the football game on Saturday. I asked if I could bring Janet and he said please do. 

At dinner I asked Kevin about Ralph's new frat. He laughed. "They are the 'nerdiest' frat on campus. They call their house the 'The UDP Port" but I don't know what that means. It is the only 'certified zero energy' frat house on campus. But I have to admit they have some class. They have the smallest number of members and highest GPA of any frat by far and they have a 100% graduation rate. They don't do any hazing at all. They have the best library of old exams, especially in science and engineering. They take pride in playing wild pranks and practical jokes, and some of them are really creative. They once took apart a professor's Austin Healey and carried it up to the top of the Engineering Science Building and reassembled it on the roof. He was so impressed he gave them a faculty award. They throw some really interesting parties, because they always find the hottest new bands to play for them before anyone else, and that attracts a lot of girls, especially some really hot and unusual babes that don't normally go to frat parties. Nobody messes with UDP, either, because they have an elite corps of super hackers who can really fuck up your life, but only if you mess with them first."

Then I got an alarming email from the TA for Engineering 101. He said he was giving me a heads up because I had been coming to office hours and it really seemed like I wanted to learn, but that Professor Lillehammer was on the warpath about the project plan that I had submitted. It was clearly a complete made up fantasy and not the practical real world example that was assigned and I had insulted him and the department by being lying, and being flippant and disrespectful by submitting such filth. The TA said he was sorry but Lillehammer was going to call me into his office tomorrow and I should be ready to drop the class, if not drop out of the School of Engineering!

I was so upset I really couldn't think straight. I was at a loss for what to do. I called Nora as my 'life line' since she was a senior and smart maybe she would have an idea. She laughed and then apologized for being amused by my dilemma. "This is for real, like you told me, and not made up?" she asked.

"Absolutely it is the truth! But if he doesn't believe it is real then it doesn't matter, and maybe even if he believed me he might be such a prude that he will fry me anyway."

"Too bad your submissive girlfriend isn't in that class to testify to your relationship! Let me call someone about the professor and see if I can help. I'll call you back."

She had already given me an idea, but it was risky. My window was cracked open and I heard and felt the wind whistle and booming thunder outside. We were having a rare September 'Blue Norther' come through tonight and tomorrow would be unseasonably cold and rainy. Maybe I could pull this off!" I had planned on calling Lara anyway to set things up according to my project plan for Friday, so I went ahead to finish the call before Nora could call back.

"Lara, I have some instructions for you to get ready for your training on Friday" I began when she answered.

"Oh Master, it is wonderful to hear your voice. I love you. I'll do anything for you." She sounded frantic.

"I want you to have only liquid food beginning right now and then only water after dinner Thursday night. You must go to a pharmacy and buy two enema kits and use them before I get there Friday afternoon. Do you understand?" I said as sternly as I could manage.

"Oh, God, Master, this is wonderful! Are you going to take me in my ass?" She sounded really hot.




My Only Talent Ch. 03



"Whose ass is it?"

"It's your ass, Master, to use as you wish! But I so want you to use it for your pleasure." She was breathless with anticipation. 

"If it proves to be well prepared, and if I am in the mood, perhaps I will pay it some attention."

"Ohhhh! Please Master! I will do my best to please you."

"We'll see. I also want you to be ready to do something else for me. Will you be on campus tomorrow?"

"Yes, Master. I was just brushing off my raincoat in preparation for the cold weather tomorrow. How may I serve you?"

I could really get to like this. "I want you to wear your most shocking leather bondage gear under your raincoat tomorrow. I may send you a text message to have you come to an office and take off your coat and shamelessly display yourself."

She sounded very pleased, her voice actually quivered. "I will always display myself for you, Master! Anytime and anyplace you desire!"

I paused for effect. "I won't be the only one there to see you, slut!

She drew in a huge breath so loudly in made the phone speaker rattle a little bit! Her humiliation factor just kicked in big time. "Y, y, yes Master." She stuttered. "I understand."

"Make sure you are ready, slut!"

"I love you, Master!" I hung up on her.

Nora called back. "Professor Lillehammer can be a real prick if he thinks he has been lied to or otherwise disrespected, but he can also be fair. He almost got some students expelled a few years ago for messing with his car, but then he cooled down when he realized there was no damage done, and it was sort of a cool joke. He is now the faculty advisor for their frat."

"Thanks for the feedback Nora, it may help."

"The only other thing I could offer is to come to class with you and pretend to be your sub, but I really don't have the wardrobe to pull that off, and he knows several of my professors and might follow up and find out it's not true."

The image of her acting out that fantasy almost stopped my breathing. "Well, as much as I would enjoy seeing that, I guess you are right."

She laughed. "Well I guess that's a compliment." 

I tried to sound sincere. "Oh, it is. Believe me, that's something I would really like to see!"

She sounded funny. "Well thanks for being honest about it."

I couldn't help myself. "But it doesn't seem like that is something you would really enjoy showing me."

"How do you know that?" she sounded almost flirty!

"Well I just get the feeling that there is no 'chemistry' for you with regards to me."

"Do you feel 'chemistry for me?"

"Yes." No reason to hide it.

"How do you know I don't feel it for you?" Was she flirting? Maybe just playing with me!

"I just don't get the sense that you do, and I can usually tell. Am I wrong?"

"Maybe." She laughed. "I have to go!"

Thursday morning I ate breakfast alone and sleepwalked through my classes. Then I got a voicemail from Professor Lillehammer. "Come by my office at 3 PM this afternoon! And you may want to peruse the Business School Course Catalog. I don't think you are cut out for Engineering." Oh Shit!

I texted Lara, and gave her his office number in the Engineering Science Building and told her to meet me there at 3 PM. I got to his office about 15 minutes early. I sat alone in the waiting room, and then he called me in. No sign of Lara. Had she chickened out? Was the humiliation too much for her? When I got into his office I realized he was one of those guys with his desk and chair up on a little 6" riser to make him seem taller and more important. 

"I am actually surprised you showed up, Mr. Roberts. I had expected you to simply drop the class. Do you plan to lie to my face about this assignment?"

"No, sir! The project is about something in my life and is not a fabrication; it does incorporate most if not all of the issues in project management that we were learning; it is completely correct and consistent in its internal logic; and I am actually putting it into use to manage a real life activity. Therefore it not only meets all the requirements of the assignment, but should earn me a grade of 'A'." 

I looked at him as earnestly as I could. He looked at me with undisguised contempt. "I was hoping to avoid any real unpleasantness by just dropping you from my class and having your registration transferred to the business school." 

He stood up, still not having offered me a chair. "Now I have some other, very unpleasant alternatives: expelling you from school and/or calling for a mental health evaluation and confinement!. I understand that young men have fantasies, but you have to be able to distinguish them from reality, and the discipline of Engineering must be firmly rooted in reality!"

The office door opened and Lara walked in, completely wrapped up in her rain coat. She sat her book bag on the chair that the professor had not offered me, and dramatically opened her rain coat and dropped it to the floor. She had on huge spike heels that took her total height to over 6' 4" and she was a tower of leather, perfume and sex topped by shining blonde hair. She shook her hair out and stood even taller, putting one shoe up on the professor's little riser, displaying an amazing leg all the way up to a little red silk thong that she had worn inside the black leather crotch-less panties that came with the outfit. Otherwise her lovely, curly and perfumed blonde pubic hair and perfect pink pussy lips would have spilled out of the black leather and that would have been too much for even Lara on her first time out. She raised her eyebrows and looked directly at the professor. I had assumed her 'most shocking bondage gear' would be visually arresting, but I was afraid the professor was going into cardiac arrest! 

Lara's Suzie signal came up like a string section complementing a horn section: rising humiliation and shame complemented by rising excitement and desire. But there was also some 'percussion' in there that felt like aggression from Lara! It was a sweet symphony that only I could detect! She began to blush and soon was red and flushed all over. The professor was freaking out! She was so hot and so exposed, and she must have known it! Then I realized that Lara's natural 'modus operandi' was to try to dominate and then submit only if she could not dominate, so to the professor she must have seemed like the ultimate Amazon dominatrix!

Then I detected another signal, emanating from the professor. It was in part the low frequency male desire signal that I had learned to recognize at the ZZZ party, and in part an even lower, harmonizing tone. It was like one of Lara's signals, but moved 'down' a few 'octaves'. Perhaps this was the male equivalent of the submission signal? Perhaps Lara's incredible appearance was the 'ping' that exposed the professor's 'echo'? Then I realized Lara did not know about the class assignment, the project plan, or have any idea of why she was here! And I did not want her to know about it, because I would rather use the plan to surprise her and keep her excited and happy for the next few months. What should I do? One image from my research came to mind, and it was the only idea I had.

I snapped my fingers and shouted "Heel!" Lara whipped her head around and looked at me in complete amazement, and then she smiled that little sly, pleased smile that I was growing to love. She must have taken a dog through obedience training at sometime in her life, because she got down on all fours and crawled around from my right side to my left, stopped with her head just behind my left foot, and sat on her hind legs, then locked her gaze onto me, still smiling that fine little smile! What an amazing woman she was! Her signal soared, singing that incredibly heady mix of humiliation and excitement! Then she amazed me once again. She snapped a leash to her black leather collar and handed the end to me. She looked up and made glaring eye contact with the professor, who winced, and then she dropped her eyes to the floor and remained motionless! This was a woman that might be worth getting expelled for!

Suddenly the professor cleared his throat and said, in a tone about two octaves higher than his normal voice "I suppose we understand each other now, Mr. Roberts. I'll see you in class tomorrow?"

"One more question, sir, what grade will I be given on the assignment we discussed?"

"An 'A' for what has been handed in so far." He said, his voice breaking a little. Then he smiled in sort of wild eyed way. "And perhaps some extra credit if you keep me updated on your progress for the rest of the semester!" 

I decided to exit with a win at that point, but I walked Lara out into the all on all fours before I let her stand up and put her coat back on. At that point I kissed her and told her, quite honestly, that I loved her outfit and thought she was wonderful! She said she had a 4:30 to 6:00 lab and had to dash, but she was looking forward to Friday night. So was I, beautiful, so was I!

I was feeling happy and expansive when I got back to the dorm. I dropped my backpack at the room and was surprised to find Kevin there, studying! "I have a big exam Friday morning, so I have to cram all night to get ready!" 

I tried again to get him to understand my philosophy. "You realize that studying for 4 one hour periods will let you retain far more information than from 1 four hour period?"

"Probably it would, but it's usually not an option for me to schedule things that way."

"Well, you do need to eat, and we can multi-task by making a plan for Lou, so let's go down to dinner!"

"Since you twisted my arm, let's eat!" We were early in the line, but I did not see Nora anywhere. We loaded up our plates and sat down at a small table. Kevin said he now agreed with my theory. Lou had been saying things that seemed to highlight a competition between the two of us for her, but it seemed to excite her and he thought Lou wanted some two on one action; he just didn't know how to bring up the subject. We theorized a bit, talked about the upcoming party calendar at ZZZ and Lou's sorority, and finally decided to have her up to the dorm room for an intensive game of truth or dare, two weeks from next Saturday. In the meantime, I said I would spend some time talking to her and see if got any 'hunches' about exactly what would work for her.

I went to the library to let Kevin study in the room, as he usually mumbles when he concentrates. I caught up with everything I had been neglecting while worrying about Professor Lillehammer, and sent a 'thanks for the heads up' email to the TA, telling him I had managed to survive and stay in the class. Then I called Janet to tell her we should meet earlier than originally planned on Saturday because we were going to the UDP BBQ brunch, and she said it was cool with her. She also said she wanted to play center and quarterback after the game! Oh what I have to do for higher learning!

I went to bed early. I knew I would need to be rested and ready for Lara tomorrow afternoon, because I had a plan to execute and I certainly felt like I owed her a good time! I must to do my duty. Noblesse Oblige!



My Only Talent Ch. 04



Chapter 04

Operation: Ass Weekend! 

Friday I was up for early breakfast but did not see Nora. Rhetoric and Composition started out boring but then perked up, as we were assigned to write an erotic short story as realistically as we could manage, preferable something we had lived through. The TA was careful to say she would be the only one to read them and grade them, and she would hand them back without making any copies. This could prove interesting. I spent the rest of the class listening for the TA's Suzie signals as she talked about our assignment. Kinky! 

Then I heard another set of signals; new ones I had never detected before. Then another, and another! The students were all contemplating what they would write about, which seemed to be either their most memorable past sexual exploits or what they most wanted to do but had never done. There was one really stacked brunette girl who had still never sent anything for me before but I was now receiving a pretty clear picture of her wanting the TA to go down on her! I wrote my outline to hit the hot spots of the TA's signals, and added the brunette's fantasy plus a little twist of my own, and then moved on to Engineering 101. 

Professor Lillehammer treated me with new respect, and I heard some echoes of the signals he was reflecting when he saw Lara yesterday. Certainly he had found her memorable. I wondered what the Professor's wife, whom he had mentioned several times in class, was like. We finished up project management and moved on to more academic topics in finding local and global maxima and minima of functions. I signed up for the calculus tutoring section, as my high school had not exactly been at the forefront of advanced mathematical education. 

I did not see Nora at early lunch, which I kept light and then hurried to run with Suzanne. She looked absolutely incredible, even better than I remembered! I gave her a little kiss and took a little risk. I asked her to get a couple of enema kits before Sunday and use them. She looked shocked, and then smiled, an even more understated smile than Lara's smile, but I liked it. "I thought you were going to be my slave his Sunday!" she said, but I said maybe later, and she smiled again. We ran six miles and it felt great, like I was improving, and I pinged Suzanne during the run to try to see how far to go with her on Sunday. A wonderful frontier of exploration awaited me! 

I took a very fast shower and just made it to my afternoon class, caught up with all the assignments due on Monday, and then started in on writing my erotic story. I made good progress and also used the time to revise and extend my plan for Lara, including 'shaping' her to see if I could make her happy without the continuously increasing kinkiness. But it was still likely I would need a female 'assistant' to help. 

Nora was at early dinner, and told her the story of Lara's meeting at Professor Lillehammer's office. She was dying to hear how it turned out, but she looked at me skeptically as I began my account and her expression changed to frank disbelief as I described Lara's 'heel' and leash maneuvers. I swore not only was it true but Lara loved it, and explained why my respect for Lara was growing. I then picked up some unusual signals from Nora that I had never heard before! There weren't 'normal' Suzie signals. They were much weaker but 'sweet sounding' in a way I could not really describe. It was as if they had an elusive 'perfect pitch' like a great singer, but they were very weak and hard to focus on. 

I asked her why she did not believe me and she said Lara just seemed too 'pure'. Not in the virginal sense, but in terms of being honest with herself about her needs and being unafraid to pursue them. I realized that was what I liked and respected about Lara. I told Nora that, and she said she respected that too, if what I was telling her was true. 

I thought a minute and said "There is an opportunity for you to see for yourself, Nora!" 

She stopped talking. Little pings of those perfect signals slipped back to my senses again, and then stopped, as if they were strangled! "What are you talking about? I don't want to be a voyeur!"

I smiled what I hoped was a challenging smile. "Not just as a watcher, but also as a participant! As I ramp up my subs' submission and humiliation parameters, I need a female to work with."

"What you mean work with, Project Management Boy?" Her grey eyes were flashing like lightning!

"I mean that when I move toward the upper end of the humiliation scale, it won't be enough to have her wonder if someone might be watching through the windows. She will have to know for certain that there is a living breathing person watching! And the next step will be making her submit by getting on her knees and pleasing another female."

"I thought you were trying to shape her to be more 'normal', weren't you? And pray tell what will you be doing while she pleases the female?"

"I am planning for all possibilities, and it's probably not realistic to keep away from that. And, if I am doing my best for her I will be whipping her buttocks and telling her she is not pleasing you well enough and giving her instruction of how to try harder and do better."

Nora had an expression on her face I had not seen before, and those little funny bell tone like Suzie signals were tinkling then disappearing like effervescent little bubbles popping. "You are a bloody bounder, aren't you, Mr. Roberts?" she said with a slight British accent I had not heard before.

"No." I smiled at her directly. "I am a master that is trying to be dedicated to pleasing my sub, and I think you like that a lot more than you are willing to admit or let show. Like your British accent and speech patterns that just came out for the first time since we met."

She looked for just an instant like a little girl who just let a secret slip! Her eyes got big and she actually cupped her hand and raised it towards her mouth before she caught herself and regained her composure. "You seem to like bounders!" I said. She looked at me with a confused and wild expression, then jumped up and said he had to get to class!

I went to office hours to thank the TA again, and he wanted to know how I managed to stay in the class. "Lillehammer won't talk, which is unreal because you usually can't get him to shut up! What the hell happened?" I explained that the professor had made an incorrect assumption, falling victim to something he had repeatedly warned us about. The TA looked confused. "You mean you really do have a...." he stopped. "Because the only way I can see that Lillehammer would back off was if...." He stopped again. "Holy Shit!" I smiled.

Then I had a question of my own. "Tell me about Lillehammer's wife."

He smiled. "The professor got really lucky. She is a psychologist, brilliant, and much better looking than he deserves. He is uptight and inhibited, she is open and uninhibited. I can't begin to imagine what their sex life is like, not that I want to!"

When I got to Lara's apartment she had scented candles going, and an incredible new outfit she must have found online. It was red leather, so thin it almost looked like latex, in the form of a tight leotard with little zippered flaps that were open to let her nipples peek out, and a big opening that exposed her ass and pussy then turned into little 'leggings' that wrapped and accentuated her legs and highlighted the black high heels she wore. She had her blonde hair up in one of those Texas 'big hair' things and she looked eight feet tall! I stood back to look at her and just take it in and she got one of those wonderful little smiles that grew wider and wider as she saw that I was unable to look away! Finally she turned away and walked with an exaggerated sway toward the living room, and I realized two things: she had already generously lubricated her ass with fine coconut oil which was gleaming in the track lights and smelled incredible, and she was already thinking she could get over on me again. Action was required!

I grabbed her and told her to get me some restraints and the whip, and move the kitchen table next to the windows again! I heard her draw a big breath in, and then saw her little smile get tighter, but it was still there! I listened carefully for her signals, and she was sending that she was looking forward to hard and cruel, so that's what she was going to get! 

I had her get up onto the table and face her ass toward the windows. I tied her wrists together and lashed them to the table legs in the front. It was still light outside so I was not sure how many people could see her, but with the help of one of Kevin's dorm room decorations, I was going to up the ante on her. I took out the battery powered strobe light and put it up on the table and turned it on. The super bright flashes were reflected back onto the windows, and anybody looking anywhere near the windows could not help but notice it. Lara realized that too, and drew in a sobbing breath, looking around frantically, as if she could see through the other building's windows and tell if people could see her. I let the strobe run for a few minutes, and then turned it off. There had to be some people watching now, and Lara was quivering, just like I wanted to see her. 

I caressed her ass with my hand, measuring the distance and adjusting my stance, so she knew exactly what was coming. Her respiration rate was skyrocketing! She was so hot! I yelled at her. "Did you keep to a liquid diet as I directed?"

"Yes, Master!"

"Did you use the enema kits like I directed?"

"Yes, master!"

"Did you lubricate your ass with coconut oil?"

"Yes, Master!"

"Did I direct you to use any lubrication?"

She drew in a huge breath! "No, Master."

I began to whip her ass and narrated my strokes, one word per strike. "I.....did....not....say....to....use....lubrication!" I paused and let her breathe for a moment, then resumed my strikes. "I.....did....not....say....to....use....lubrication! I.....did....not....say....to....use....lubrication!"

She was now crying and racked with sobs. I resumed my narrated striking. "I....am....not.... going....to....use...lube!" She screamed, she shuddered, she shook, and I laughed! 

My research told me that anticipation, surprise, and contrast were the key to pleasing her. I had to make her think she was going to get it rough, then give it to her soft, and vice versa. I had to alternate between cold and hot, soft and hard, and pain and pleasure until she had no idea what was coming and just learned to accept whatever I gave her! 

I loudly unzipped my pants and dropped them to the floor, then used my fingers and thumbs and to roughly spread her ass checks as wide as I could, pushing my thumbs into her so hard that they made big red marks. She drew a huge breath and held it. I began to gently kiss and lick her ass, explaining between licks. "I have to examine your ass to make sure it is properly prepared and ready!" I sucked up as much of the oil from her buttocks as I could, taking my time and throwing in an occasional hard bite. "I have to get rid of this unauthorized lube!" 

I began to gently lick her anus, just barely penetrating it with my tongue. She shook and shuddered with each touch. "Remember, you may not come until I give you permission! I have to get all of this lube out of your ass, because you deserve to get it rough and dry, you little slut!" I thrust my tongue in as far as I could, and then sucked hard as I pulled it out. She squealed. I sealed my lips to her little rosebud, and sucked even harder. She whimpered. 

I stood up. "Now we got rid of the lube, but I want that ass to look really red when I ram all the way into it. I began to alternate spanking each butt check, hard, commenting as I went. "Left, right, getting a little redder, slut! Right, right, left, a little redder! Left, left, right, red, red, red!" She was breathing like she was running a race! "Now that's looking good! This slut ass is red and ready to get it hard and stiff and deep and painful! Are you ready slut?"

"Y..y...yes, master!" She sniffed and sobbed like a young girl getting a spanking. Her Suzie signal was screaming and bouncing all around the room like I had never heard it before! I lifted her ass a little by grabbing it hard with my hands, and then settled her back down on the table top. It was just getting fully dark outside. I turned on the floor lamp nearby and focused it on her red ass. "Now I can see that red slut ass so I can fuck it just right! Of course everyone looking through the windows can see it get fucked too!" She sobbed and quivered. Her Suzie signal was a living thing, almost blotting out all my other senses. I positioned myself against the table again, and bumped it with my thighs so it shook. She gasped. I spread her ass cheeks apart again with my hands. She quaked. I touched my dick against her anus and pushed gently. She shivered and drew in another huge breath and then held it. "It's going to be so tight, you little slut! You can do your best to push me out, but nothing can stop me from taking that ass!" 

I pushed in a little further, and dared her to try to push me out. I knew that would open her up for full penetration. There was still some of the coconut lube left and her pussy had been dripping juice the whole time, and some of it was inevitably leaking onto my dick. I wasn't really worried about hurting her, but I wanted to maximize her thrill from that first big thrust. 

I felt her bear down and a slight slackening of her sphincter, and I slammed myself into her as far as I could! She screamed again and her Suzie signal was so strong it almost paralyzed me. Not that I really wanted to move! I was all the way in her hot tight ass and it was wonderful! I pulled out about half an inch and then tried to go back even farther into her. I held still and then felt her open up just a little more. I pulled back about an inch and then surged forward again. She relaxed a little more. It was a fun game and I was winning. Soon I could draw almost all the way out and then slowly move all the way in. Her Suzie signal was wailing and throbbing in time to my thrusts! 

"OK slut! Now it's time for some serious ass-fucking!" I began slamming into her full depth and going faster and faster. Her Suzie signal wailed and throbbed and strummed! I began to slap her ass with each thrust, and I loved the red hand print that it left each time. Lara gasped and grunted and panted! I grabbed her hair with my other hand and pulled her head back and made her look at me. God she was beautiful! She was so hot it hurt. "Remember not to come until you have permission!" I shouted. I was so hard and so turned on my dick felt hard as glass and I didn't even feel like coming. The noises she was making were music to my ears, and I was feeling her Suzie signal right down inside my spine. I never wanted it to stop. But I knew what my plan said I had to do for her.

"OK slut! Do you like getting your dirty slut ass fucked all the way?" 

"Yes, master!"

"Yes, Master what?"

"Yes, Master please fuck my ass! I mean fuck your ass! Fuck it hard!

"When I am ready to come, I am going to take my dick out of your dirty ass and come in your dirty mouth! Are you ready for that slut?"

Her Suzie said she was! In fact, she loved the idea. I concentrated on getting myself off, using her ass like she was a rag doll. Soon I was ready. I pulled out of her ass with a wet plop and walked around in front of her, spreading her bound arms and then using one hand to grab her hair and lift up her head. I just plain fucked her mouth for my last few strokes, and when I was ready to come, I grabbed her head with both hands and shoved my cock as far down her throat as I could. She sucked and swallowed as hard and fast as she could. That's my girl!

"Keep sucking slut! Keep me hard!" She was frantic.

I untied her hands, pulled out of her mouth and got behind her, and spread her ass cheeks again. "Now you may come as much as you can handle, slut!" I began to thrust my tongue in her ass, then her pussy, then to suck on her clit. She came so hard she stopped breathing, and then gasped to get her breath. I licked her all the way from one hole to the other, and then sucked her clit and she came again. And again! She was no longer inhaling between orgasms so I stopped to let her catch her breath. Now it was shaping time! 

I picked her up from behind and carried her over to the couch. I lay back on my right side and put her on her right side on the couch in front of me. I was still hard as a rock! I spread her legs and entered her now almost sloppy ass, reaching my left arm under her left knee and holding her leg us so I could penetrate her fully. I reached around with my right arm and put her neck in the crook of my right elbow and choked her neck and pulled her into me. I listened to her Suzie signal and tried to plug myself into her rhythm. I adjusted my strokes into her and rubbed her clit gently with my left hand and choked her a little more with my right elbow. Suddenly I found the rhythm! Her Suzie signal began to spike and spark! I just concentrated on her and soon she was coming. I just kept up the gentle rhythm and she came again. It was working! I got her all fired up with lots of kink and some pain, but now she was coming like a little bunny rabbit with just good old fashioned ass fucking! I wanted her to learn that she could have great orgasms with me either way! 

I choked her a little more until I could feel her pulse strongly against my arm. Her Suzie got even more excited from the slight oxygen deprivation. I kissed her neck, licked her ear, and then bit her neck gently. I kept thrusting and she came again. I choked her right to the point of unconsciousness and she came again! I used my arm to point her leg like a ballet dancer and spread her legs even farther apart, trying to get even more penetration. I pressed my lips to her ear. "I am going to come in your ass, Lara (not 'slut') and I want you to come when you feel me shooting in you."

Her Suzie signal took on a new tone, less urgent but more contented. I began stroking as fast as I could, and it felt like her signal was in thunderously loud stereo with my head right in the center of the image. Suddenly I was coming in her and she was coming with me! We shook together like we had the same fever! I stopped choking her neck and she turned her face toward me and kissed me. I felt my second and third and fourth squirts disappearing into her ass! It was fantastic! She sobbed and burst into tears again and I kissed them and did my best to lick them up and swallow them. We were both breathing like racehorses, trying to get big breaths in between kisses. 

She snuggled against me and I heard the loudest contentment signal I had ever experienced. She burrowed into me and reached back and put an arm around me and we lay still until our heart rates neared normal. It felt so good! But then I felt her crafty side come up and sing its little ditty, thinking it could take advantage of this tenderness. I shoved her off the couch and onto the floor in a heap! 

"Go draw my bath, and make it the perfect temperature!" She paused for a second on all fours, and I could see that wonderful little smile, the downcast eyes, and then I felt another Suzie signal wave of contentment. I had her wash and dry me, and give me a massage, and then I lay on my back on her bed. "Come here, suck my cock and get me hard again!" She worked on me frantically, and with great success. "Now climb aboard! Lower your pussy onto my cock! Soon I was completely inside her. "You do the work. Make me come, and when I come you may come again." 

She straddled me, closed her eyes, and concentrated on her work. Her nipples were big pink bullets, and fine sheen of sweat shone on her perfect shoulders. Her abdominal muscles moved and slithered, and her neck corded and her hair swayed as she rocked her head back and forth like a dancer. It was as if she was listening to my signal, because she concentrated on my cock and what made it harder and got me closer to coming. I was watching her moves and enjoying the show. Her face showed intense concentration, and I felt her pussy gripping me. Soon I found myself involuntarily gasping, and she smiled behind closed eyes as she recognized she had me just beyond the point of no return. I felt my first spurt launch up into her. She opened her eyes and smiled that shy little smile that burned right into my soul. She held my gaze for just an instant then threw her head back and came like a bucking bronco! She gripped my cock with her pussy and rotated her hips like she was rolling a hula hoop., and it felt like I was coming in a hot, wet animal, and I was!




My Only Talent Ch. 04



I shook and spurted, completely involuntarily until I was completely spent. Lara leaned down and hugged me, and I hugged her back. Then she lay down next to me and gently kissed my nipples, which made my cock jump again! She giggled. We giggled. 

I must have fallen asleep, and I awoke to the smell of steaks cooking in a pan on her vented cook top. She had made a little salad and some asparagus, and the steaks were medium rare and perfect. We ate at the kitchen table and for the first time discussed Professor Lillehammer and the scene in his office. I told her about wondering what the Professor's wife would be like, and we laughed. Lara said she imagined either a wicked German dominatrix with a whip who played the professor like a fiddle or a little meek church lady who left his fantasies completely unfulfilled. 

She told me about her family. Her father was an unusual combination of uptight actuary and high flying entrepreneur who had started ten different insurance companies. Five of them went broke, but five others were huge financial successes and he was approaching billionaire status. He was the classic obsessive compulsive type, always watching her and commenting on her every move as she grew up. He was so concerned with his privacy that he had two accountants and two PR firms whose only job was to keep him out of the spotlight by hiding assets to stay out of the Forbes 400 listing and articles each year. Her mother died of cancer when Lara was ten, and her father had never really been happy since then. She was an only child. 

As I looked out the window, I saw a computer monitor pushed up against a window in a building about 3 blocks away. I squinted and just made out big white letters on the black screen "MORE RED LEATHER!" I asked Lara if she had a pair of binoculars, and she had some in her kitchen closet next to her stadium blanket. I pointed out the window to her and she focused in on it and then blushed bright red, but her Suzie said 'high excitement'. She shivered. "Master?" she said.

"Yes." I said.

Her eyes were downcast, her face was red, and she was wearing that irresistible little smile. "Would you please take me in my, I mean, your ass again?"

"On the table with the lights on?"

"Yes, master!" That's my girl! I was very inspired by her spirit, and her Suzie signal spurred me on!

I got back to the dorm after midnight, and gave my sore cock a little extra wash in the shower. I was supposed to meet Janet at 1000 and then we would walk over to the tailgating area near the stadium. I set my alarm for 0930. I hope they had good food at the brunch, because right now I needed sleep a lot more than breakfast.

It seemed like the alarm went off three minutes later. It was already Saturday! I combed my hair down from the pillow's ravages, dressed, and went downstairs. Janet was resplendent in her 'hot girl, team colors' outfit of deeply scooping and very tight white cotton halter top, tight jeans, team colors visor, and a team colors windbreaker tied around her waist in case it got cooler. Her red hair was set off by the white top, as were her freckles, as were her nipples, already perky early in the morning. She made my cock feel better already!

"You look fantastic! Football weather really suits you!" She smiled sweetly. We walked over to the tailgating area near the stadium. I took advantage of the opportunity to ping her Suzie a bit to figure out how far to take things tonight, and she was progressing well along the kinkiness axis! She wouldn't need it really rough the way that Lara did, but she did not want tonight's anal action to be tentative either! I decided on an in depth treatment. Don't worry, be happy! I was just going to relax and enjoy the game, then later tonight go for what I liked, and let her waning Suzie signal warn me if I went too far. But the day would prove to be full of surprises, as I would soon find out.

The big UDP logo cook tents and giant high tech BBQ pits on trailers were easy to find. Most frats just served a breakfast at their house on a home game Saturday, but UDP held to a higher standard. They wanted to be close to the game and convenient for their alums, and wanted their BBQ to be one of the most memorable things about their trip to the game. Ribs, chicken, brisket and turkey had been smoking on the mobile pit for more than a day, complete with wireless remote meat thermometers and HD TV displays of the meat cooking, and pots of pinto beans, green beans, and some other side dishes. It would start being served at 1030, and additional supplies would come off in 30 minute intervals up until game time. Other monitors showed 'College Game Day' and the other TV networks forecasts of the game results. 

I asked Janet if she wanted to sit down and have me bring her a plate, and she laughed and said "No, silly boy, I have been on a liquid diet since yesterday morning! Just bring me a margarita. Do they have any oysters for you?" She giggled again. 

I smiled at her as we merged into the food line with some other folks. "That just proves my theory! Always date the smart girls."

"What? Is that some kind of altruistic thing?" she asked.

"Not at all! Smart girls are always better in bed!"

"I thought men thought that dumb blondes were the hottest sex partners?"

"Only dumb guys think that. But smart guys know that the higher the IQ, the better she is in bed!"

Janet smiled. "I know that's true, but exactly how does your theory reach that conclusion?"

"Well, smart girls have more imagination and are more creative, so they give you more surprises and fun. And the really smart girls are also a little neurotic, which means they are also a little kinky, which always leads to some interesting things!" 

I poked her in the ribs gently, but before she could reply, a strong alto female voice spoke from behind us in the line. "This seems to be an uncommonly wise young man, my dear. You are fortunate to have him!"

Janet smiled and bowed gracefully. "Yes, ma'am! I am training him to be a good one!"

The women both laughed at my pained expression, and she introduced herself. "My name is Dorothy, Dorothy Lillehammer." She was tall, with dark brown hair and light brown eyes that twinkled from a very pretty face. She was dressed in a mirror image of Janet's outfit: tight white pants, and a very tight orange halter top. Her breasts were larger than Janet's, and so were her nipples. Fall was such a wonderful time of year! It was warm enough for halter tops, but cool enough to make them interesting! And the professor had really done well for himself!

We introduced ourselves, and Dorothy looked at me sharply and with new interest. "Mr. Roberts! I think my husband has mentioned one of your projects in his class!"

I actually blushed, despite steeling myself against it. "Yes Ma'am." She looked at Janet and must have realized that she was not a six foot blonde. She actually winked at me. "Well it's very nice to meet you. I hope you two enjoy the game!" I had almost finished making up my plate, and Janet walked over to the line at the Margarita machine to get us a couple. 

Dorothy leaned toward me while filling her own plate and whispered, "Your other girlfriend made quite an impression on my husband! Is she really a classic submissive?"

I smiled and thought in for a penny, in for a pound. "Actually she tried to dominate your husband. I think that was what he was responding to." 

Dorothy looked thoughtful. "Really? Hummmm.... Well, he was sure fired up Thursday night!" I wondered if the professor was in for something a little different tonight. As Dorothy walked away with an exaggerated sway of her hips, I thought I detected some 'leaking' Suzie signals of sexual curiosity and excitement. It seemed to me that professor had really married well!

I saw my junior high buddy Ralph, a recent ESU UDP pledge, sitting at a table and he motioned us over. We sat with him and he introduced us around. The UDP guys were very interesting, and the conversation ebbed and flowed in fascinating ways. The BBQ was absolutely perfect, and the ribs were the best I ever had, and I thought I was a connoisseur! I went back for some more food and got Janet another Margarita, and before we knew it, it was time to head over to the stadium. As we walked over, Ralph invited me to come to a mixer at their house next Wednesday. 

I told him my rule about school work on weeknights, and he laughed. "Given the curriculum at the old high school, I assume you are signed up for calculus tutoring?" 

"Yes, and I am going to need every minute of it!" I said tiredly.

"Come to the mixer and I will hook you up with a guy who can teach you more in 30 minutes than 30 hours at the tutoring sessions! Plus we have all the calculus exams used for the last 15 years on file!" he smiled confidently. 

"OK, I am going to hold you to that offer!"

The stands were hopping as we made our way to our seats in the student section. This was the last non-conference game against one of the Louisiana 'directional schools" and it was just one level up from a scrimmage. The visiting team got a big paycheck to let ESU use them as a final 'tune up' for conference play. Things went as expected. ESU was up 21-0 at the end of the first quarter and 42-0 at the half. The second half was mostly the 2nd and 3rd team guys jockeying for positions on the depth chart, and ESU won 66-14. Many folks headed for the exits in the 3rd quarter, but we stayed to the very end. Janet was still celebrating loudly each time ESU scored. 

"Why don't you want to leave early?" she asked.

I smiled. "As long as you are jumping up and down in that top, I am going to watch!"

She seemed very pleased, and her Suzie liked it too! "Well, since my roommate Melanie went home for the weekend, maybe we should go to the room so you can see some cheers without the top?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Can do. Copy that! HUA! Roger, Wilco!" I smiled. We held hands and started walking back to the dorm. About halfway there, Janet stopped and said we should sit down on a bench because "we needed to talk". That is never good! I sat apprehensively and looked at her.

"I want to talk to you about Melanie."

I immediately got defensive. "I can't help if she hates me!"

She laughed. "She doesn't hate you. She doesn't hate all men. She hates her shithead ex-stepfather!"

I still felt trapped. "I thought you and Lou were helping her!"

She paused. "We are. We have talked to her and about her at length, and we have come up with a plan that we think will work."

"What does that have to do with me?"

She snorted. "You are our plan!"

"What! What can I do?" Melanie wouldn't even stay in the same room with me.

"Lou and I both agree you are a very horny guy, but there is nothing mean about you at all. You would never hurt Melanie if you could possibly avoid it, and you wouldn't ever make her feel bad about herself. We want Melanie to spend the night with you. We want you to take her virginity like you did mine!" That was NOT was I was expecting. "You seemed to know exactly when to slow down and when to move forward with me! It was wonderful! I want it to be that way for Melanie, too."

"I thought Melanie was gay!" Janet looked at me funny.

"She is actually bisexual in her orientation, but she is also a virgin. She had not been with a man or a woman. She says she is more attracted to guys than girls, but her stepfather really scared her badly. She actually trusts you more than any other male, because Lou and I both trust you."

"So she is willing to do this?" I was floored.

"Not yet. We wanted to get you on board before we talked to her about it! Will you do it?"

I thought about it. I was afraid there was a good chance Melanie would run screaming from the room and be scarred even worse than she was. "Maybe since Melanie is bi, we should make it a threesome with a woman?"

She sighed. "We talked about that. We don't want her evil stepfather to drive her to want to be with women only. We want her to have a good one-on-one experience with a guy, with you."

"Let me think about it. I just don't want to be accused of rape if it goes wrong."

"We thought about that too. Melanie is of age. We will make her sign a consent form to protect you."

"OK, I'll do my best for her if she wants me to." I guess I could be better tuned in to her than anybody else I knew, and take it easy and even call things off if she was really freaking out on me. "When do you want to do this? Where?"

"We have some ideas about that. We will plan some more after we talk to Melanie about it. And by the way, save all your ass lust for little ole' me! Melanie is not ready for that yet!"

I laughed. "What about Lou? I know she likes my roommate. What else did you talk about?"

Janet actually blushed, and her Suzie signal pulsed on some unfamiliar frequencies! She was hiding something, but maybe I could get to it later. Right now I knew exactly what I wanted to get to! 

As we finished our walk back to the dorm, I was reminded of what my mother would often talk about as we left high school football games. Although she taught financial and intermediate accounting to junior college students, she was a frustrated philosopher, and one of her favorite theories was that football was the modern, ritualistic substitute for lots of old tribal activities, like war, and raiding another village to steal women! I thought about the mass of people streaming out of the stadium, and the pumped up ESU faithful yelling and strutting away from the stadium. I realize I was a little pumped up too, but not about football!

When we got back to the dorm, we both made use of the bathroom to clean up, and then Janet had me sit on the bed and said she was going to play cheerleader for a while, and then she would be the center and I could play the quarterback reaching for the snatch, or, ah, snap. Smart girls are definitely more fun, and I especially I like the way this woman thinks! She said she needed a few more minutes, and then disappeared back into the bathroom for about 30! 

When she returned she looked a bit unhappy, but I sat back to watch and Janet portrayed the ritualistic deflowering of the jungle virgin that has been played out over the ages and still is performed in topless bars and strip clubs every night in America. Janet was much better looking than the average stripper and much closer and smelled better! She didn't have that much on in the first place, but she made quite a wonderful show of taking it off. 

She wriggled out of those fabulous tight jeans and I was hit with a wonderful odiferous wave of perfume, perspiration, and a hint of pussy smell! Wow! She had on a pair of white cotton panties so worn and so tight that she must have had them since she was ten! They were white cotton, but so thin that her bountiful coppery red pubic hair showed through almost perfectly, as did the outline of her perfect pink and now almost red, pussy lips. I had a sudden vision of her wearing just the little visor, and life was good. She turned around and unhooked the halter in the back, but kept it supported with her hands in the front. She was dancing to the punk band that the local alternative rock FM station had on as an alternative to locker room interviews with ESU football players. The music had a driving beat but virtually no melody. Her Suzie signal was keeping time to the driving beat, and it was driving me right up the wall! She let the halter top drop to the floor, and another layer of Suzie signal hit me. She really liked being a stripper! Her nipples were like burning orange red coals on her freckled breasts and I enjoyed another wonderful wave of infrared heat, perfume, and her natural smell as it hit me right in the face!

She made eye contact with me and then executed a 180 degree turn and bent over at the waist, practically slapping me in the face with her ass, barely concealed as it was by those almost threadbare panties! I should have known they would say "Juicy" in red script letters right across the butt. So true! She bent over until she renewed eye contact with me by looking through her legs, and smiled one of those magic smiles that hypnotized me, even upside down. Sometimes you like a woman to be a little cruel, and she was. She dropped the top of those panties about and inch and then did a major league stripper move, alternatively straightening one leg and then the other and making her buns jump and bob in perfect syncopation! Then another inch, then another! Suddenly her ass and pussy was revealed as a blazing red gash of heat and pheromones and sticky sweet smells and just as suddenly I was merely a macaque monkey with a lizard's brain. 

She put her legs close together and skinned those little panties down and stepped out of them. Then she bent all the way down and grabbed her ankles like they teach stretching in dance class, and as she bent so far over that her breasts almost touched her feet, her buttocks parted and I swear I heard angels singing as her little red rosebud and perfect pink pussy were again revealed! Her Suzie signal swelled and filled the room, filled my mind, became my world. I know I was supposed to play quarterback and slip my hands between her legs, but monkeys don't play quarterback, they rut! I did something that I had never seen any quarterback do. I jumped off the bed and fell to my knees and simply worshipped her perfect ass, putting my arms up between her legs and my hands on top of her thighs, pulling her center to me and running my lips and tongue back and forth like her backside was the perfect ear of corn! Tasty! 

She must have approved of my improvisation, because she spread her legs even farther apart and put her right leg up about 12 inches on the horizontal braces of the chair that sat in front of her study desk. I moved directly under her and used my tongue to test and taste every inch of her delightful pink caverns, more excited than the most avid spelunker! She reached back and grabbed my ears and pulled me into her even stronger! Her liquid diet plan had been effective, because I got my tongue all the way up her ass and tasted only sweet wet perfect flesh all the way! I replaced my tongue in her ass with a finger and then tongued her pussy until I was rewarded with some sloppy drips as she came for the first time. Her breathing sounded like Darth Vader's, and I stood up and slammed my cock into her pussy, which was so wet and sticky that I effortlessly plumbed her depths on the first stroke. She came again almost instantly. 

I was beyond thought, and pulled out of her and positioned my cock next to her little rosebud. I was amazed and how hot it looked to see my big (really average) cock next that tight (but wet with my saliva) little rosebud. She growled like a hoarse cat, and her Suzie signal growled like a lioness! I pushed in just a little and she drew in and held her breath. She pushed back against me, and Dr Valsalva, that ever helpful Italian I learned about in my research, helped her relax a little. I plunged in further and she shrieked, and then held her breath again. She relaxed a little more and I moved forward a little more. Her Suzie signal had been on hold, but now it played like a raspy trumpet with the mute taken off. She spoke for the first time, and it made quite an impression on me when she cried "Fuck me you fucking son of a bitch!" I think it was safe to say she was into it, and I lost all inhibition and plunged into her without reservation. She leaned over against the bed with her hands on the bed and her legs on the floor. I grabbed me a heapin' helpin' of buttock and fucked her ass deeply with slow strokes. I got even harder and bigger inside her and it felt like she was filled with hot butter inside. My monkey was in his element!

I had read somewhere that most women can't come from direct anal stimulation, but Janet wasn't most women! She came on about my tenth full stroke, and again at about number 25. I was in some kind of Zen fuck state, hard as a rock and not even close to coming. I moved her up onto all fours on the bed, put one knee on the bed and left one on the floor, and fucked her ass some more! It was a different angle and a different motion, and soon she came again. Then I lay back on the bed and positioned Janet in front of me, pulled up one leg, and entered her ass again. I hooked her leg with my elbow and spread her legs even farther, accessing a new angle and getting even better penetration, with less strain on my legs and back. I was beginning to think of this as my long term sustainable ass fucking position. I devoted myself to sensing her Suzie signal, put one had under and around her to touch her clit, and snaked my head around under her arm so I could bite the topside nipple nearest me, and then just tuned for maximum Suzie smoke! She was responding, and her Suzie was spiking. She came again, and then she pinched her own nipple, the one opposite the one I had in my mouth, and reached around with her other hand and grabbed my butt cheek. This wasn't in the Kama Sutra I had seen, but it was working for us. 




My Only Talent Ch. 04



I just synched into her Suzie signal and let it be my guide. I sucked her nipple harder than ever before, and her Suzie said yes! I bit the base of her nipple with my front teeth harder than even before and she said yes. I was now just a vibrating set of reptilian neuronal oscillators free running on a hot rock, but she was getting more verbal, if not driven to great eloquence. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" she said through clenched teeth, and came. She squirted juice from her now empty pussy, but I could feel it on the heel of my hand. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" and she came again. Smart girls are definitely the best! She clinched and twisted and grunted and then had one big orgasm, or maybe it was several blended together, but she stopped breathing and just bucked, then froze. Her Suzie signal reached such a crescendo that it nearly knocked me unconscious. I picked that instant to come, shooting what felt like quarts of stuff into her ass. I stopped biting her nipple and kissed her neck. I stopped tweaking her clit and just hugged her. She bucked twice more as my final squirts disappeared into her, then clenched and slowly relaxed. 

She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, and her contentment Suzie waxed loud and clear. She turned her head and kissed me, and then it was snuggle, guzzle and coo time. There was no craftiness warning signal like with Lara, just a warm fuzzy tone. I felt myself soften and drop out of her, and then she giggled. "I will never, ever complain about giving myself an enema again!' she said breathlessly. "You ass fucking son of a bitch!" I laughed, and said I would pass along her compliments to my mother!

We must have both fallen asleep soon after, because by the time we awoke I was hungry and Janet was starving and the dining hall had been closed for hours. We walked to the local greasy spoon and had very early breakfast with eggs and hash browns and we laughed as we considered ordering them 'racked, packed, stacked, cracked, scattered, fucked and sucked!' Then Janet said let's walk back to the dorm and I will tell you about one of my strict rules that I just thought up. She got that smart girl twinkle in her eye and said in mock seriousness "It is written that whenever you fuck me in the ass for more than an hour, afterwards you must let me sit on your face while you eat my pussy for as long as I want!" Smart girls! They may be high maintenance, but they are definitely worth it, and tasty, too!

I wound up back in my room about 0600 Sunday, and set my alarm for 1400. I needed sleep more than food at this point. But I woke up at 1100, and could not go back to sleep, so I went down to early lunch. Nora was sitting pretty by a window and I joined her! I was intending to find out more about those little bubbling Suzie signals and her British accent and what they meant, but she launched into a whole different subject, surprising me once again!

"I think you may be taking advantage of a friend of mine, Suzanne Pliskin?" she said archly.

"We met on the running track by the stadium and we run together at lunch MWF. She's wonderful! But I don't see how that harms her." I said with conviction.

Nora adopted the tone of a British barrister in one of those stuffy old English movies. "Perhaps running together is the appropriate phrase, Mr. Roberts! Are you a man or a rutting dog?"

I smiled. "I have been told I'm a bounder! Suzanne is a wonderful person who has had some bad breaks, and you can insult me all you want, but not her!"

She looked at me with hooded eyes, like she knew I was guilty of a crime. "You don't even grasp how badly you are taking advantage of her!"

"Have you even talked to Suzanne about me?"

"No, but I was advised of your shameless conduct by a mutual friend."

"You should do your homework before you throw out baseless accusations! And I have done nothing to be ashamed of!" She stomped away in a huff! I was pissed.

Frustrated, I changed to my running clothes and went for seven miles, plus the sprint and cool down laps. I made it, chugging at the end. I got a genuine runner's high, the best I have ever had. I kept walking to try to keep it going, and thought about Nora. She must have heard that I was sleeping with Suzanne, maybe from one of the soccer people. Maybe she knew about Mike and his situation, but why would she assume that Suzanne could not take care of herself? Maybe she thought I should be seeing only Suzanne, and not my sub, too? What would she think about Janet? But why hadn't she talked to Suzanne before confronting me? I finally decided there was nothing I could do about Nora's perceptions, but by that time all traces of my runner's high were gone! 

I had Kevin's car, since his frat was on a Sunday 'road trip' in a bus to meet another chapter at a famous BBQ place halfway between the two schools. I showered and shaved nice and close, and headed over to Suzanne's apartment early, parking outside twenty minutes before 1500 and sat in the car in the parking lot with the windows open in the perfect fall weather. Her car was a few spaces down from me. The appointed time came and went with no sign of Suzanne, and I started to worry. Then I got a text from a number that my phone could not ID that read "car trouble my phone dead late but b there, S." That was good enough for me. I had almost gone to sleep when she rolled in about 1600 hrs. She got out of a big van that had several other players inside, and retrieved her gear bag from the back. The van took off and I got out and walked toward her. She waved and hugged me, and we headed up the stairs to her place.

"I have to get a shower. It was hot and humid and I was drenched in sweat, which has now dried into little salt crystals all over my body!" Make yourself comfortable and I'll be out in a while!" 

She turned to dash toward the shower, and I caught her arm. "Now wait just a minute, beautiful! Haven't you ever heard that sometimes even the sweetest meat tastes better with a little salt?"

She looked at me real funny. I stripped off her jersey and sports bra and began licking her breasts. They were salty, beautiful, and tasty! "Oh my!" she said. "You are a nasty boy!"

I held her hands above her head and licked her armpits. They were funky and salty, too, and her exertions during the game had washed away all traces of deodorant. The taste set me on fire! Her Suzie seconded the motion! Off came her shorts and little panties and I devoured her like a thirsty man finding an oasis in the desert. I was determined to find all that salt, and I found it on her thighs, in the folds between her pussy lips, in her navel, behind her knees, and in fact everywhere that I searched for it. Her Suzie signal shook and pulsed and I realized she thought this was major nasty and she was digging it nasty! I slathered my attention on her pussy and she came, squeezing my head with her powerful thighs as her Suzie wailed at me and she shot some sweet juice, made even sweeter by the contrasting, fruity, low salt taste. I inhaled it. Like the thirsty man in the desert, I kept licking her and was rewarded with more sweet juice from her spring. 

I had reached my complete rutting monkey state and I had only been with Suzanne ten minutes. I rolled her legs ups with my arms and doubled her over, and started eating her ass like a dedicated gourmet. Subtlety and understatement were left behind, as urgency and lust ruled my brain. There was even more funky salty treats concealed around her beautiful sculpted butt, and the best way to clean off a sculpture was thorough work with my wet tongue. Soon she was breathing almost as hard as while running, and her pussy was dripping enough juice to make it down to her ass. I flipped her over on the couch and threw off my clothes, positioned myself behind her, and entered her pussy in one long stroke. She keened and her Suzie signal lased! I began to stroke her steady and deep, and she came again.

The monkey could not wait! I drew myself out of her pussy, and put my cock up against her ass. She drew in a huge breath and held it. I was beyond talking, and she was just breathing in and keening as she exhaled. I pushed in about half an inch and her sphincter tightened and then released. I pushed past it an inch and she screamed again, and then hyperventilated as I felt her ass relax a little more. "Try to push me out!" I hissed at her, and she grunted with the effort. I felt her ass relax a little more, and I slipped all the way into her steaming hot ass!

Her mouth opened as if to scream, but nothing came out. It was like she was shouting but had laryngitis so bad that she made no sound. I felt her relax a little but I stayed pushed in all the way. There was a little gap in her Suzie signal, and then it came back up and I began to stroke her ass! It was my destiny, and I loved it. I kissed her neck, and found a little more salt on one ear. I started slow, maintaining full amplitude in and out but keeping my strokes slow. Her Suzie changed timbre again, and she began to push back against me to get a little more in her! I picked up the pace, and she kept pace with me. I was in that Zen fuck state again -- I felt hard as a rock and had no inkling of being ready to come. She must have been one of those girls who could not come from direct anal stimulation, though, and she reached down between her legs and frigged her clit and shuddered and came hard as soon as he touched herself. Her Suzie signal peaked and redoubled. I lay on my back on the couch and positioned her in front of me. I knew this drill! I entered her and made sure I could reach her clit with one hand. The new angle was simulating for both of us. I worked her clit and she came again. I tuned into her Suzie and went on autopilot. Her legs felt like warm stone covered with velvet, and I ran my hands across her muscles and stopped at her clit each time. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked and she came again. 

I rocked and she rolled. Her Suzie and my hips were a phase locked loop! She came again, and suddenly I was ready, too. I whispered in her ear "I am about to come in your ass!" and she quivered. I was beyond the point of no return, and I marveled at how much volume I had managed to replace since last night. It felt like hot glue from an electric glue gun filling up her tight and perfect ass, and she said "Oh, Fuck!" It was maybe the best ever! Her ass quivered and I slipped out. We just held each other. I was the one crying, and she was the one kissing my tears away! 

But she was not done! The petite but muscular minx wanted more, and she knew how to get it. She pushed my head back towards the back of the couch and climbed up with her signature move and fucked my face again. I rolled my tongue up and gave her the best thrusts I could manage! She absolutely ground her pussy against my face and came again, and again. All sorts of fluids were flowing out of her ass onto my neck and chest, but I didn't mind at all. She drove into my face one more time, then clenched and shook in a final big orgasm. If this was her taking advantage of me, she could do it anytime she wanted. If I was taking advantage of her, so be it, I would do it again in an instant!

Now she was crying and I kissed her tears, and then she moved beyond just nasty into a sublime spot in my all time favorite girlfriend hall of fame! She continued down past my mouth and licked my neck and shoulders and chest clean, sucking up all my come and hers and biting my nipples hard enough to almost make me pass out. I rocked and was suddenly hard again. She laughed and said "You are just going to have to wait a while. You have actually worn me out!"

She lay back and I did too, just trying to catch my breath. I was higher than any runners high! My whole brain was drenched in excitement. But she was a woman, and she wanted to talk! I just listened. She talked a blue streak. She was like a manic depressive stuck in the manic phase.

"I can't believe you ate me when I was so dirty and funky and sweaty and that was so hot! You must have licked every square millimeter of my skin and nobody has ever licked my ass like that. Not even you in the shower last week. You should have let me take a shower today though, because even though I went on a liquid diet, and I used one enema kit this morning, you never gave me a chance to use the second one, you animal. You were eating the real thing live there Tarzan so I hope you liked it! Actually I know you liked it, you nasty thing. I don't you even think this is a onetime thing either! I am going to need this treatment on a regular basis, do you hear me?"

I drew breath to answer, but she beat me too it. "I may have to make this a regular training routine before each game. I think the liquid diet and being cleaned out made me at least half a step faster today, and I scored two goals! My best soccer game ever and my first ass fucking ever on the same day! It hurt like hell when you first took me there Tarzan, but it got better pretty fast after that. I hope I didn't hurt your chin there when I fucked your face at the end. I just couldn't stop and you said you liked it last time I did it. I got satisfied with you in my ass but it still made me really horny and that's why I had to eat your come mixed with my juice and then bite your nipples. I know you liked that, didn't you animal?

I actually thought she expected a reply to that, but she cut me off at the breath again. "I have dinner planned and everything stocked in the refrigerator so I have to get up and make dinner but I want you to kiss me on the lips with nasty mouth one more time before we brush our teeth and I want you to check me carefully in the shower to make sure I got fully clean, do you hear me? "

Now I knew not to talk, just wait for her to catch her breath for the next rant, and it started almost immediately! "I am going to put my leg up on that little shelf in the corner of the shower if you catch my drift, nudge, nudge, if you get my meaning, wink, wink, do you understand me Tarzan?"

I could only think of one thing to say "UMGAWA!" I smiled. "That's jungle talk for 'I will kiss your ass anytime, beautiful jungle girl!'" She finally stopped talking and laughed. The shower proved to be lots of good clean fun, and we washed and taste tested each other thoroughly until we ran out of hot water. I sat at the kitchen table and we talked as she moved around the kitchen making dinner. It was still 80% she talked and I listened, but that was normal as far as I was concerned. 

"I keep getting people asking me if I changed my hair style or color or something because they say I look better, and I really can't tell most of them that it is because I am getting a good and proper fucking! Some of my girlfriends have figured out where my new glow is coming from, but they haven't called me out on it yet or asked for the details, but I am sure they will!"

She took some meat out and whisked up some eggs, using flour and some other stuff to bread the meat lightly and then put it in hot olive oil in a skillet. She took an already full steamer out of the refrigerator and started it steaming on another burner. She turned up the heat on a pan of water that was already pretty hot, dropped a little salt and olive oil into it, and pulled some long wide noodles out and positioned them next to the water, waiting for it to boil. There was another pot that she started first thing that had been going for a while. She poured two big glasses of hibiscus iced tea and put them on the table. She put the noodles into the now boiling put and set a timer. She plated some meat and stirred a pan with some brown sauce in it. She put red cabbage from one pot on the plates, and then plated snap peas and red peppers from the other, and about that time the timer dinged. She grabbed some noodles with a set of tongs; put them on each plate, and then ladled the gravy on the meat and noodles. It smelled wonderful, and she did it smoothly and efficiently as if she really knew what she was doing.

"Dinner!" she announced with a confident smile. I sat at the table and saluted the chef with my tea glass. I was so hungry that my first few bites totally absorbed my attention. "This is wonderful German food, maybe the best I have ever had! I thought your family was Hispanic?"

She laughed. "My family is a little bit of everything. German, Spanish, English, Japanese, French, Senegalese, Swedish, Russian, even American Indian, you name and we probably have it in our family tree. When I filled out my forms for graduate school, I had no idea which box to check for 'race', and they did not have a box for just plain 'human'. I have grandparents from four separate cultures, not to mention my great grandparents. They were all diplomats and both my parents are too. I lived in eight different countries before I came here to school, and even with all those connections getting my passport was still interesting because I was born on an Italian ship passing through the Panama Canal to an American mother and a Russian father. Even I can't keep it straight all the time."

She talked about getting into the graduate school program for a PhD in Economics, and how she was the TA for a big Econ 101 class with 300 students, and had two assistants who were seniors that planned to go to graduate school next year. It was a lot of work to keep up with that class and all her others, too. I asked if she wanted to teach or work or Wall Street, or what? She said she was still thinking but the TA duty was making Wall Street look better all the time. We talked a bit about my classes and my family. I asked about her soccer schedule in the coming weeks and asked her to go to the Phi Iota lake bash with me next Saturday. She said she would be delighted, and asked if they would have water skiing. I put that on my list and said I would find out. 

We finished the dinner and it was so good it was almost competitive with the sex. Almost. Suzanne did not have one of those 'The Cook Needs a Kiss' aprons, but she could get all the kisses she wanted even if she didn't cook. I proceeded to prove that to her. She took me back in the bedroom and wanted just plain old straight sex and she got it. Twice, and a thousand kisses for good measure! 

As I drove Kevin's car back to the dorm I sang along with the radio. I needed to set things up for dates next Friday and Sunday, and talk to Theo the clotheshorse about waterskiing. I had an erotic story to finish, complete with some ulterior motives and planning, and a scene to plan for Lara, plus a bunch of assignments for my other classes, and the UDP mixer on Wednesday night. I was actually looking forward to classes again! I did not make it to sleep by 10PM like my father's advice, but I did have sweet dreams! 



My Only Talent Ch. 05



Monday morning I spotted Nora Upman at early breakfast, but as soon as she spotted me she disappeared! As I ate my breakfast alone, I sent Theo Cadwallader an email asking about the PIG Lake Bash and waterskiing. 

I finished off my erotic story for Rhetoric and Composition, weaving a tale of two lovers, described unmistakably as me and the hot brunette girl in my class, having a shared fantasy of a nice looking and slightly older girl, described unmistakably as our TA, go down on both of us to get us wet and hard and ready and then having that same girl watch us make each other come and then suck us both clean while we spanked her ass!

I got to class just in time to hand in my paper, and saw the brunette handing hers in, too. The TA scanned both of our papers as soon as we turned them in, and looked up and shivered, with a complex mix of Suzie signals spilling out! I wished I could read the brunette's work, too, but at least she was leaking some of the wild and rapidly changing Suzie signals, also. We reviewed some other topics from our assigned readings, and then the TA promised to have our stories back to us in Friday's class. In Engineering 101, I was again reminded of my need for more calculus refresher work. 

I got a text back from Theo Cadwallader, who said waterskiing was practically a required activity at the Lake Bash, and my date and I were invited to ski on his 'personal tow' the 'Ski Cadwaterer III' which was always moored (majestically I assumed!) at the Phi Iota Gamma lake house. He would provide skis and all gear, we just needed swim suits, but the suit was optional for my date! I thanked him and said I was looking forward to it, and he replied that Kevin was also invited, since the PIG's wanted to see Lou water-ski, and who was I bringing? I told him don't worry, you'll be happy! 

I saw Janet at early lunch, and she said she wanted me to have some 'lunch dates' with Melanie as prep work for spending the night with her. Janet was going to visit a friend at another college and would be gone all of the coming weekend, including the upcoming Monday holiday, and she wanted me to 'do' Melanie while she was gone. Since I was not going to give up running with Suzanne on MWF, it would have to be early and short lunches MWF or more normal lunches TTH. She said Melanie could do Tuesdays and Thursdays, early, but she had not yet committed to 'doing the deed' with me, although she was interested. 

When I got to the track, I spotted Suzanne sitting on the steps of the Economics Building nearby in her running gear, gesticulating wildly and arguing with someone. She was talking loud enough for me to tell she was yelling and animated, but not loud enough for me to hear all her words. I moved a little closer and realized she was sitting next to Nora. I froze. Then Nora burst out in tears and ran away! What the heck was going on here?

I quickly moved onto the track before Suzanne could spot me watching, and started stretching. Suzanne joined me and she was sniffling like she had been crying, too! "What's going on?" I asked.

She sniffled again. "One of my assistant TA's has been way too overprotective of me! I understand that she talked to you about me. What did she say? What did you tell her?"

"Nora Upman accused me of 'taking advantage' of you, and said that I was a running dog and that I should be ashamed of myself! I told her that I thought you were wonderful and I had nothing to be ashamed of! She was so pissed off she just walked away from me. I haven't talked to her since, and I thought we were friends! We used to talk almost every day, but she may not talk to me again!"

"So you didn't tell her about sleeping with me?" her eyes were red and she was angry. 

"No! I will never talk to anyone about that. If you want someone to know you will have to tell them, or tell me I should tell them. Otherwise all I will ever say to anyone is that we run together on campus and I think you are wonderful."

She looked thoughtful. "Someone from the soccer team must have seen you and my improved demeanor and put two and two together. But I still don't know who told Nora."

"Why was Nora so upset? "

"She was my major supporter when Mike was hurt. She was wonderful to me, and very protective of me. The funny thing is, she was the one pushing me to start dating again. But when I did, she freaked out! How did you meet her?"

"She lives in the freshman dorm, at least for this semester, and then she is moving to a co-op. Our schedules mean we both eat early at most meals, so I see her a lot. We usually sit together and talk. She is very bright and I enjoy talking to her!

Suzanne laughed. "She's not just bright, she's a freaking genius. Her IQ and SAT and GRE scores are off the charts! Her father is some kind of high dudgeon financial muckety-muck in the British government. She got into The London School and Oxford, but she wanted to come here so she would 'be less parochial, global not just British'. She can go to graduate school anywhere she wants! But maybe she wanted you for herself! Are you attracted to her?"

"Well, I sort of was when I first met her, but she made it clear it was not reciprocal, and I believed her. Now that you mention it, she did slip into a British accent when she chewed me out! 

Suzanne snorted. "She gets all British and formal when she gets emotional! But I set her straight on that! I told her what you offered me and that you were totally honest and above board with me, and I accepted willingly. I also told her you made me happier than I have been in years, and that you are a wonderful lover! That's when she freaked out. Maybe she is jealous and wants you for herself?"

"More likely she wants YOU for herself, there, iron woman!" I said. "You may not have seen the way some of the women at the toga party looked at you."

Suzanne chuckled. "Your roommate's girlfriend Lou practically drooled on me, like that guy in the conga line! I get hit on all the time by some of the gay and bi soccer girls! If you hadn't come along I might have turned to them for comfort. But I really like men better." She looked at me teasingly. "Of course, if I wanted to swing that way, I could do worse than Nora, huh?"

I froze for a minute she and caught me mouth breathing and tickled me! I tried to recover. "She is so pretty and sophisticated that she probably has ten boyfriends and five girlfriends and has to use an app to schedule them all!"

Suzanne laughed. "I don't think so. In fact, she told me she was for all practical purposes celibate; she probably sublimates her sexual energy like I was doing. She takes 21 credit hours each semester and she will get three different undergraduate degrees in May. I have never seen her with anyone, male or female, except for study groups. She is pretty hot, though, you have to admit!"

I smiled. "Only if it won't get me in trouble with you!"

She laughed. "It might get you in some trouble you would like, Animal!"

I looked at her challengingly. "I suspect you can have us both if you want, separately or at the same time!" 

She looked thoughtful and put her tongue up against her upper teeth and just held it there. That drove me crazy! Did she know that? "Hummmmmm" She said. Oh Please! Please make it so!

We ran 7 miles, plus the sprint lap and cool down laps. I got a great runner's high, and told her that waterskiing was definitely planned for the Lake Bash, including Theo's comment. She smiled brightly. "I will wear a suit, but I am sure they will not criticize my choice!" I told her Kevin was driving to the party so we would pick her up Saturday morning, but I was just able to get up and stay on skis, nothing fancy. She said don't worry she could teach me some stuff and with my abs and gluts and recent running work I should do fine!

I just made my afternoon class and then caught up on homework. Janet texted me to meet Melanie at 1130 Tuesday and Thursday for our 'lunch dates' and I replied that I would. 

Then Lara texted me saying she was going to be with her dad at the away ESU football game this weekend which was being played near her home, and she would be gone from noon Friday until noon Monday, but maybe we could get together at her place Monday afternoon? I quickly said yes, and that I would be giving her instructions for her preparations for some future training! Then she said that for the following week's Saturday home game her father was visiting here and she wanted me to go to the game with them and dinner after, and I said yes. I studied for several exams coming up Thursday and Friday, which always seemed to happen right before a Monday holiday, and finally went to sleep about midnight Monday night.

Tuesday classes were unremarkable except for the review sessions for the exams. The class with no exam on Thursday had a pop quiz today, but I did fine because I was caught up on all the homework. I realized I had no date for Friday night, so I called Chrissie and asked her to a movie. She said she could not go because her sorority, Beta Omicron Theta, was having a dance that night, but would I like to come to that. I said yes. It was a 'fall festival square dance and hayride' with western dress, but she made a point to say it was not a Halloween costume party.

I went to meet Melanie at the appointed time for lunch Tuesday, and didn't recognize her until she tapped me on the shoulder in the line! The black hair and fingernails and multiple earrings and nose ring were gone! She had natural looking light brown hair done up and a really nice looking blouse and skirt outfit that showed off her figure very well. She looked like the hot but virginal ingénue in a typical Hollywood romantic comedy. "Wow!" I said. "I hardly recognize you! You look great." 

She smiled uncomfortably, but I actually detected a little Suzie signal action from her for the first time! We got our food and sat down. There was an uncomfortable silence, which I tried to fill. "Looks like lots of people are going somewhere for the long weekend, but I am staying here. Would you like to go to a movie or something Sunday night?"

She looked at me uneasily. "You don't waste anytime, do you? Are you making me the same offer that you made Janet?"

I smiled. "Do you want me to?"

She did not smile. "I don't know what I want!" She looked frustrated.

"Look, Melanie. Janet and I are completely honest with each other, and I'm going to be honest with you. She told me about your stepfather, and how he hurt you. I can only promise you that I will do my best not to hurt you, I will always tell you the truth, and I will never tell anyone about our relationship, even Janet, unless you want me to."

"Oh really! You are going to be 100% honest with me? You would be the first male ever!"

"Yes. I will. You may or may not like what I say, but it will be the truth."

She looked at me really funny. "How many girls had you slept with before Janet?"

"Only one. My family made me promise to be celibate until I turned eighteen." I was answering only her specific question. 

"Do you want to sleep with me?"

"Yes." I was not going to add that it was primarily because Janet asked me to, although she was looking a whole lot better today than she ever had before. 

It was like déjà vu from my initial conversation with Janet. Melanie's facial gestures and body language said she was going to tell me to go straight to hell, but her Suzie signal had gone from zero to weak to medium! I decided to 'feel her out' so to speak. "Do you want to sleep with me?"

Her eyes went wide! Her Suzie signal spiked up. "I don't know" she said.

"Yes you do." I said. "I will treat you very well, and do my best to please you."

Her face was a mask, with almost no expression, or perhaps one of fear. But her Suzie was saying she wanted it! I listened for the 'special modulation' that would give me some specific ideas about what she might want to happen. Lots of noise, but no recognizable signal detected. Perhaps it was time for active sonar targeting. I pinged her with a strong image of me kissing her. Strong echo! Pinged an image of taking off her top and kissing her breasts. Strong echo! Then I sent an image of me pulling down her pants and putting my hands on her ass. Echo, echo, echo! Very strong. She fidgeted and coughed, moving her chair around. 

She finally spoke. "Do you find me attractive? What do you want to do to me?"

I had to play my hunch, using the data that her Suzie had sent me. "Sitting her with you now, I am thinking about pulling down your skirt and putting my hands all over your cute little ass!" 

Her Suzie signal went up, down, back up, and all around! Her face went ashen, and then she blushed and looked from side to side. 

I continued "But that's just the start." I sent her a strong image of me taking down her panties and spreading her legs with my arms, then kissing her legs. Her Suzie signal rose even higher. I listened again in passive mode, and got a weak signal, and when I concentrated on it, I saw her hands grabbing my head and pushing it down between her legs! 

I stood up. "I've got to go. I'm looking forward to lunch Thursday, and especially to our date on Sunday!" My dad would have called it a 'presumptive close' and it was. But as I walked away, I knew two things. One, she was watching me all the way out the door, and two, her Suzie really wanted me to take her skirt down!

After lunch I asked Kevin about Chrissie's sorority, BOT, and he laughed, and said "the "Booty's" are pretty much the female equivalent of Upsilon Delta Phi, they don't haze, no dope, moderate drinking only, and they have the highest GPA and graduation rate. Half the membership wants to be Amy Grant and date Tim Tebow, and the other half want to marry rich and become leaders of the Junior League. But I also hear that in private, some of them are hot as hell. They have a huge Sadie Hawkins dance every year where the girls ask the guys to the dance, and legend has it that if a Booty asks you to that dance, it's going to be a real 'booty call' for you, because she will wear you out! They do have some great looking girls, elaborate and well planned parties, and they must be smart because lots of their alums are either married to senators and billionaires or become senators and billionaires themselves! They also have the largest and most well decorated house by far, and they do more real charity work than all the other sororities combined!" 

Wednesday morning in Rhetoric and Composition, the TA gave the brunette and me some soulful looks, and lots of little noisy and confused sounding Suzie signals, but said nothing else about the erotic stories she had pledged to hand back graded on Friday. I introduced myself to the brunette, who was named Sarah, and said "This latest homework assignment made me feel a little weird!"

She laughed conspiratorially. "I can see the TA reading them in her bed and playing pocket pool!"

"Wow, that's some image to contemplate! You know, I think from the way that she looks at you she would want to play in your pants." Sarah's eyes got big, and her little Suzie signal got much louder. "Does that freak you out?" I asked her.

She laughed and looked at me with kind of a sneer. "Not really. Does it freak you out?"

I laughed. "No. I guess I am a typical horny guy. I would like to watch for a while, and then jump in myself!" 

She laughed. "Well, at least you are honest about it! Good for you."

I hurried through an early light lunch by myself and then warmed up at the track. Suzanne showed up on time and we ran in silence for about 5 miles. Finally Suzanne said "I spoke to Nora again, and she is going to be talking to you. I will let her take it from here."

I was a little worried "Are you and I still okay?"

She snorted. "Yes, you animal, but you owe me some serious slave time. Take whatever vitamins you need to keep your tongue in shape!" She laughed heartily. "Your wind is improving. Maybe you should start running a little earlier so you can do more than 7 miles. If you want to do that I will just join you when I get done with my 1100 class."

"Haven't I seen you running even longer in the afternoons?"

'Yep! I do 27 miles twice each month to keep my long distance edge, and I also do wind sprints twice a week when I am not doing a 27."

"Well I am glad you do. Leads to a lot of ass worship!"

"I chose my slave well. Get ready to serve me!" She laughed again as we finished seven, plus our sprint and cool down laps, and talked briefly about Saturday. I told her I was looking forward to seeing her suit at the party Saturday. She smiled. "See you for running Friday!" and was off. 

I made my afternoon class, and got a text from Ralph reminding me about the mixer tonight. I worked on everything and caught up in all my classes except my calculus review plan until dinner, then showered, shaved again, and dressed for the mixer. It was a medium walk to the UDP house from the dorm. 

The house really did look a little different, and I remembered Kevin saying it was a 'zero energy" design. It was skinned with the same locally quarried limestone that many houses used around here, and had lots of native plants in the 'xeriscaping' around it, but there the similarity to other Greek houses ended. The roof was one big corrugated metal slab dotted with skylights and most of the rest of it covered with solar panels, facing south and tilted at about a 30 degree angle, with gutters at the edge that routed all the rainwater to a cistern system. There were big black hot water collectors that supplied enough for the house, even with the large meal services and lots of college guys taking showers, and also kept the pool warm in the winter. There was a huge patio to the south near the pool that that was made up of another kind of photovoltaic solar panels that let about 20% of the light through and converted the rest to electricity. Huge tubes snaked deep underground for the geothermal loop heat pumps that kept the temperature comfortable year round. A big garden, greenhouse, and second rainwater catch system supplied lots of vegetables for the table, with a big compost area nearby, and a grey water system for the landscape areas. 

Ralph met me at the door and gave me a walking tour. He said the thick walls were made up of an adobe brick made of local clay and straw with a huge insulation factor, and then faced with limestone on the outside. The roof and foundation were filled with advanced spray foam insulation and the interior of the house had lots of brick, tile, and water tanks for thermal mass. The house was connected to the grid, but the electric bill, even for such a huge house, was about $40 per month, and $25 of that was the minimum monthly service charge. A big LCD monitor in the entry hall displayed all the energy statistics of the house. They had a separate pool house, guest house, and study hall arrayed around the swimming pool. The mixer was being held in a party hall in the main house and spilled out onto the patio around the pool. He introduced me to his pledge trainer, frat president, and the other members of his pledge class, and also to 'Oiler' their resident mathematical genius and calculus maestro, who happened to be from Houston.

The mixer was a reception line setup like at ZZZ, just in a room with much higher ceilings and better lighting. It was with two sororities I had not heard of before, but that covered most of them! I asked Ralph if it would be okay if I told the guys which girls seemed interested in them, telling him that I was learning to read 'micro expressions' like that guy on the TV show. He said yes, especially for Oiler, because although he was a mathematical genius and normally loquacious he was painfully shy and tongue tied around girls. He was also 6' 5" with wild curly hair and had so much energy that he terrified many girls!




My Only Talent Ch. 05



The girls began to enter and I noticed they were not quite as well made up as the ones at the ZZZ event, but they all had bright, active eyes and looked very aware and were well mannered. These girls all had a hint of the panache that Nora had, and some had a lot of it. I was disappointed several times by some great looking prospects that signaled nothing for me. I also notice by about girl number 30 that none of them so far had even a hint of tobacco on them! I liked that! One striking girl came through in a bright blue dress. She was a little taller than Lara, just as voluptuous, but with black hair and blue eyes that matched her dress! She was gorgeous. But not even the hint of a Suzie signal for me. Damn. The good news was that she sent a strong and recognizable one for Oiler, and even flirted with him in the line, although he ignored it. Come On, Man! You can't miss an opening like that. I took him aside and pointed him out to her. He was incredulous, but promised to ask for her number.

A few minutes later an even taller girl came in, 6' 2" at least, and very athletic looking. Volleyball or basketball I assumed. But the most striking thing was her unusual olive green eyes! They were on fire and taking in everything in the room like a laser scanner. She sent nothing for any guy that wasn't at least 6' 3", which left me out, but she did send a medium signal for Oiler. I also made him promise to ask her out. He looked very shy and said "I like short girls" and looked embarrassed. I told him I would keep looking but I was pointing out the girls that seemed to like him, which was a much better strategy!

I spotted several girls who were sending for Ralph, and a couple for some of the other guys, and passed on the information to them. I heard a few girls sending for me, and discovered that I was hoping for some moderate signals from girls I could pursue next year, and not strong signals from girls that wanted to do me tonight! I thought about the whole idea of the most efficient scanning and sorting procedures for me, and decided that was an engineering design problem I should think about. Towards the end of the line, I spotted Sarah, the shapely brunette from my Rhetoric and Composition class! 

I smiled and we talked as the line wound down into the 'random mixer and phone number solicitation' phase. "Are you in UDP?" she asked.

"No. One of my best friends just pledged and he invited me to the mixer. What sorority are you in?"

"None, but one of my friends from high school joined one and she is trying to get me to pledge, too. This mixer is one of the 'benefits' in her sales pitch!" She laughed. "This is an amazing house, but the guys seem a little uptight."

I laughed, "Well I only know about my friend, and he is very selective, but not uptight. "I have a theory that intelligent people make the best lovers."

She looked interested. "Guys or girls?"

"Well, I developed my theory on women, but it might work for guys to, but you will have to tell me. With my admittedly limited sample, my hypothesis is that the brighter a girl is, the better she is in bed!"

"Why do you think that?" She looked intrigued. 

"Smart girls are more creative and inventive, and they give you more surprises and fun! Really brainy girls are also a little bit neurotic, which makes them a little kinky, which sometimes can be fun!"

She looked at me very directly. "You don't seem like a really kinky kind of guy!" she said almost challengingly.

"Maybe not, but I am willing to experiment and learn if that's what it takes to please a lady. But I may not be as kinky as our TA!"

She laughed and touched my shoulder and said "I noticed she didn't write an erotic story of her own for the class to read! What do you think would be in it?" I noticed her hand was still on my shoulder.

"Well, this is just a hunch, but I think it would involve kneeling in front of you!"

"Ooooh" she said and gripped my shoulder a little harder. "Maybe in front of you, too, but I would be more interested if she didn't smoke!" She smiled again and headed for the punch bowl. 

I noticed Oiler talking to the first girl I pointed out to him, just as she smiled and enunciated her number so clearly I could almost lip read it. I saw Ralph was having similar success, and chatting up both girls I pointed out to him, and getting numbers. Then I saw Oiler obviously get a number from the really tall girl, and she was flirting with him so obviously that even he couldn't miss it. As the mixer wound down, Oiler slapped me on the back and said "Let's go check your calculus level, dipstick." He certainly wasn't shy or tongue tied about that!

We went to the UDP study hall, which was completely sound isolated and equipped with walls that were covered with white boards. He handed me a marker and sent me to the board, and proceeded to quiz me on every aspect of my demonstrably dismal knowledge of calculus. Leibnitz and Newton need not feel threatened! He had me lecture him as if he was a high school student trying to learn it from scratch. It made it obvious to me that there were major gaps in my understanding, and that the things that I felt good about came mostly from rote memorization and lots of workbooks. After 15 minutes, he finally stopped asking questions and started talking. "I knew the state of math education in most high schools was bad, but not this bad! I suspect your calculus teacher never had a decent understanding either! Let's take it from the top!"

He went back to geometry and limits, and worked me through things, having me answer his very pointed questions until I was clear on what I did not know. Then he asked more questions that made me understand how to get the answers I did not know. Then he made me derive them myself from stuff I already knew! I learned that three of four things I had memorized without any foundation were better remembered as special cases of one general thing I could derive and thus remember. I lost track of time and tried to follow the logic. Things began to connect for me, and I began to put together logically and conceptually things I had just memorized by rote before. We worked though half a dozen major concepts until I could explain them on the board as a lecture with him seldom interrupting with questions or pointing out errors. 

Then he said "OK, take a 5 minute break" and pointed me to the little break area and a refrigerator where I grabbed an orange juice. I was thirsty and suddenly hungry, too! When I walked back into the study hall there were four multiple choice questions and four calculus problems on the white board. "Do your best and call me when you are finished!" The multiple choice answers are came directly from the basic principles we had worked through, and the problems were straightforward in concept, and I finally worked them and my answers checked! I called out to Oiler and he came in and reviewed my work. "Congratulations!" he said "You just passed last year's differential calculus exam with an 85% score! We need one more session to get you through integral calculus, too!" I looked at the clock. Two hours total! He was a freaking magician! 

As we walked toward the front door, he said "I have a date with both the girls you pointed out to me, which exceeds my sum total of dates for the whole last semester! So you get all the math help you need, any time you need it! He slapped me on the back again, and told me call him any time or drop by the house anytime. When I got back to the dorm, I went through the calculus problems for the review session and they suddenly made sense to me. I finished off the assigned problems for the next review, and then went to sleep about 1 AM.

Thursday morning at breakfast, Nora approached me. She looked tentative and inhibited, which was very unusual for her. "I need to apologize to you" she began. "Suzanne set me straight about your relationship with her. I was being over protective of her, but mainly I was jealous that both of you have such a relationship and I don't! And I let it carry me off track. Can you forgive me?"

I got right in her face. "Only if you forgive yourself and drop the self pity. You knew I was hot for you but you shut me down! Why?"

She sobbed. "I can't tell you that!" I waited. "Or more correctly I am afraid to tell you because you will think I am a bigger freak than you are!"

I got even closer to her. "Now that is not a statement you can just let hang! I already think you are a freak, but in a good way. You know you can trust me, just like Suzanne did. So tell me the truth!"

She shrugged. "You may be sorry that I did, but I will tell you anyway! I know you can hear the female signals! You are one of the 'talents' my parents warned me about. I was shocked to learn that you can send images, because previously I have only heard of females that can do it! I am a talent too, but a different one. I cannot hear the signals like you can, but I can control the ones I send very finely! I can prevent my signals from going out at all, and I can also send images better than most females. But I can see the images that you project, and that freaked me out! I have been using everything I have to stop my signals for you from leaking out. Yes I am attracted to you! But my parents taught me never to even consider being with a "talent' male! 

I snorted. "Well maybe that is good advice for me! Maybe I should stay away from a female 'talent' too!" I thought a minute. "What is the rationale behind staying away from males with 'receivers"? 

Her eyes flashed. "Because they may sense my attraction to them and my sexual tension and use it to manipulate and subjugate me!"

I considered that. "Or they could use their talent to connect with you and please you and always be in tune with your moods! Wouldn't that be a positive thing? I was not told about my talent until I was eighteen, and one of the first things I was taught was that I should never use my talent for 'one night stands' or to bed girls who liked me but that I didn't really care about!"

She looked at me with wild eyes. "Is that why you said you want to stay in a relationship with your 'sub' at least until the end of the spring semester"?

"That's part of it, yes, but also because it will take that long to really understand what pleases her and if it works for me, too." 

Another long daisy chain of thoughts suddenly occurred to me. "How many other people have 'talents'? How long has your family known about them? What happens when 'talents' mate and bear children? Do the talents breed true?"

She shuddered. "Let's slow down. I have been expressly forbidden to discuss these issues for my entire life. It is going to take some getting used to! Let's think about all this and have another discussion later."

I wanted to know more, now! "Two more things before you go! First, are you interested in Suzanne sexually? Second, why don't you want to help with my sub?"

She cried like she had been chopping onions! "You bloody boob! I wanted to wait and see if you were a nice guy or a manipulator because I wanted you for myself. I am functionally bi but have never actually been with a woman, but I think Suzanne is totally straight, so my feelings may not matter. I don't want to get involved with your sub because I don't want to 'queer' my chances with you for the future, you arse!"

She got up crying and almost ran away. My talent may let me hear signals from women, but it sure did not guarantee understanding them! I was almost late for my morning classes.

I spotted Melanie early at lunch, and she seemed to look even better than Tuesday and she was practically strutting in my direction! I stared at her openly and sent as strong an image as I could of kissing her. She was smiling when she joined me in the line. Her skin was glowing and her hair was shining. She smelled fantastic! She had on a red 'overalls' outfit that would have exposed her breasts entirely between the 'suspenders' save for the white silk turtleneck she had on. But it didn't hide much, in fact it highlighted and accentuated her breasts, and she was obviously braless. I stared even more frankly and licked my lips. "Wow. Melanie! You take my breath away!"

She seemed very pleased, and so did her Suzie! We went through the line and I went passive and listened carefully for that detailed modulation. I got an impression of some enthusiastic, even rough, fucking and shuddering orgasms on her part. She set down her tray and dropped her book bag, and went over to fill her glass at the drink dispenser. I notice a 'romance novel' entitled "My Weakness' visible at the top of her bag, the kind that featured a bare-chested body builder male with flowing long hair embracing a prim and proper looking woman, who was saying something like 'I was shocked to find I could not resist him, no matter what he wanted of me!' I could do that for her! It was my duty!

Presumptive close, phase two. "On Sunday, I thought we could take a walk around the river park downtown, before we come back to your room to spend the evening." I sent pings of me grabbing her and controlling her, roughly stripping her and taking her even more roughly. Suzie said 'Bingo'! 

She blushed, but acted coquettish! "What exactly are your expectations?"

I laughed and took her hands in mine. "I am going to take you like Sherman took Georgia!" I raised her hands to my lips and kissed them tenderly. "I will be gentle and go slowly at first, mindful of your pleasure, but by the end of the night I will be rough and demanding and get everything I need and want! And you will give it up for me without reservation. Do you understand me? I looked at her steadily, and she did not look away!

Her Suzie signal went absolutely wild! She had gone from sending nothing for me when we met to a loud and raucous roar! Wonderful! Her eyes got big and her face got even redder! She did not speak, but her chest heaved, making her big nipples stand up even more. She had gone from a depressed Goth girl to a little brown haired goddess that made my mouth go dry. I wanted her badly now! 

We ate in silence for a few minutes, both of us lost in thought. Then I said, "Come on, I will walk you back to your room." We put our stuff in the disposal line and she walked beside me as if in a trance, taking the elevator up to the third floor. I knew Janet's schedule and she would be far across campus at this time. 

When we got to the room, she turned and leaned against the door, and said, "Well, I guess I will see Sunday about noon, and then..." She never got to finish because I took her in my arms like a swashbuckling pirate and kissed her hungrily on the lips, putting my hands on the tight little butt checks of her outfit and squeezing her hips against me, pushing my right thigh against her snatch! I then held for a few more seconds in a very tight embrace, then turned and walked away without looking back. Her Suzie followed me all the way down the elevator, and I knew what was going to happen Sunday!

My afternoon classes were two exams, and I had been studying each of them for three one hour periods during the day, and I thought I was ready, and I was. For Engineering on Friday, I used Oiler's review technique and went to a vacant classroom to pretend to lecture high school students on the concepts for the exams, and that rapidly highlighted where I still needed work. After sitting with Kevin at supper and hearing more tales of the Big Pig Lake Bashes of the past, I was sure that Saturday would be interesting. I capped off my study lists and my engineering 101 homework assignment, and was ready for Friday. I went to sleep about midnight, and dreamed of Melanie!

Friday morning I did not see Nora at early breakfast, but I did see one of the UDP pledges I met at the mixer who also lived at the dorm. We sat together and swapped a few tales, and he said that Oiler had two dates this weekend and he was the talk of the house, thanks to me. I told him that Oiler should do fine, because I thought both of those girls wanted Oiler to chase them, and they wanted him to catch them, too. He laughed heartily.

In Rhetoric and Composition, the TA heightened the suspense by announcing that she would hand out the erotic short story papers at the very end of the class, and after we received ours we were free to go and she suggested we review our grades and her comments in private. She did say that there were some very interesting and realistic papers, and some others that just seemed to like to use slang words for body parts and showed little story telling ability. We spent the rest of the class analyzing a few great novels from our reading list, with the TA sounding like she thought she could have done better than the authors! 

Finally she began handing out papers, in no particular order that I could discern, until everyone had taken theirs and was gone except Sarah the hot brunette and me! "Mr. Roberts, would you please close the door? I need to have a little talk with Ms. Stevens and you!" I pulled the door shut and sat back down next to Sarah.

"I am afraid that there is evidence that you two did not complete the assignment properly. It seems you worked together and collaborated on your story ideas. Did you discuss the stories?"

"Yes, but only after we turned them in!" I said.

She frowned. "The how do you explain the fact that both of you wrote stories that ended up with me submissively servicing both of you sexually, in a rather demeaning way?"

Sarah stood up. "Because we both think you belong on your knees! You want to be on your knees don't you?" She towered over the TA, and radiated domination! Wow! The TA froze and held her eyes down, and made a little smile that was a hollow imitation of Lara's vitality, but still recognizable. Her Suzie signal said 'whip my ass, please.' 

Sarah moved even closer. "Well?" she said firmly. The TA dropped down to her knees! Wow again!

Sarah pulled her chin up to face her. "Your filthy tobacco habit disgusts me! If you are to serve us, you will have to stop cold turkey. I am a nursing student. When you have gone 4 weeks without smoking, tell me you are ready, and I will give you a medical test to confirm your abstinence. If you pass, I may allow you to suck Mr. Robert's cock! The TA quivered. If he reports that you have pleased him, I may even let you eat my pussy! Until then, you may remember our stories and dream of serving us. Do you understand?

The TA quivered again. Her humiliation and excitement signals were so loud they were almost painful! 

Sarah was not through. "Record an A grade for both of us. Now! Then give me Mr. Robert's story and give him mine! Now!

The TA hurried to comply. Then Sarah moved around behind her and said "Down on all fours!" The TA dropped without hesitation. Sarah spanked her ass, hard, and so many times that I lost count. But the TA's excitement signal grew with each stroke! "If you don't quit smoking, you slut, then that is all you will have to remember me by!" Then she grabbed my arm and walked me out with her, leaving the TA sobbing!

"Holy Shit!" I said. "Where did that come from? How did you know it would work?" 

Sarah laughed devilishly. "Read my story! And it's really a public service project I am doing to study smoking cessation techniques! What do you think are the odds that she will comply?"

"Pretty good, I think, but then I do not have any nicotine cravings to contend with. I guess it all comes down to one pleasure center over another!"

Sarah laughed again. "If she passes the test, do you want me to call you?"

"Of course! Even if the doesn't!"

Sarah spanked me once, pretty hard, and strutted away. I couldn't help but watch her until she was totally out of sight!

Engineering 101 seemed very tame by comparison, and I tried to concentrate on the calculus review, but found my attention wandering back to Sarah. Suddenly I heard the professor ask for volunteers to 'stand and deliver' a review for the class. He said everyone would have to do it eventually, and I knew my only chance was to be able to use the differential calculus review that Oiler had just given me. I jumped up before anyone else could and said "I will do a differential calculus review, Professor."




My Only Talent Ch. 05



I stood and put up the questions that Oiler had used with me, and walked through the key concepts in answering them, then put up the four problems and went through how to work them. It went well.

"Bravo, Mr. Roberts. You have just elucidated all the key concepts of differential calculus that are required for the review exam next week. The rest of you get ready for Monday, because I will choose someone at random to give an integral calculus review."

I was feeling such a high after Engineering 101 that I decided to skip early lunch and go for 9 miles at the running track. I changed clothes, dropped by the dining hall and grabbed a box lunch, then stretched and started running early. The timing worked out because Suzanne joined me when I had completed 2 miles, and we did 7 more plus a sprint lap. "How many did you manage before I got here?" she asked as we began our two cool down laps.

"Two for a total of 9 today, and I will try to get to 10 next week!" I was really getting a runner's high now and I began to babble. "I talked to Nora. There is a lot going on with her, but I did learn that she is bi and attracted to both of us, but she has never actually been with a woman!"

Suzanne almost stopped running. "Is that all!" she laughed. "I suppose we should talk about that?"

"Well, she is not ready to act on it yet, but I think she really wants to."

Suzanne said "we will have some interesting pillow talk this weekend, I suppose?" Boy, Howdy! Would we!

I wolfed down my box lunch on the way back to the room, took a quick shower, and dashed for my final Friday classes. I did fine on my two afternoon exams, and since the BOT party did not kick off until 8, I took a nap!

I had the wardrobe for a square dance covered. My granddad was an accomplished caller and my parents were both square dancers, too. I had been going to them since I was three, and learning the steps since I was 5. I had memorized all of my granddad's 'calls' and 'bridges' and I even had a custom 'Ritter' shirt that my mom had made for me. I put on my best pair of worn Wranglers, and they turned out to be much tighter than I remembered, especially in my thighs and butt, I guess because my running was developing the muscles there. Snakeskin boots and a belt with big silver buckle completed my costume, and I figured I could dispense with my Stetson for an indoor event. 

Chrissy lived at the last remaining women only dorm on campus, and I walked over to pick her up. She looked fantastic! Jeans twice as tight as mine, practically painted on, and a white silk shirt so sheer that I could see her nipples clearly through it! High snakeskin boots with high heels and just the right touches of makeup to set off her blue eyes and dirty blonde hair perfectly. Life was good! "You look amazing!" I told her. "Do you like to square dance?"

She beamed. "I love it, but I haven't done it a lot." We walked over to Greek Row and the BOT house, which was decorated to the nines! The legs of each table were wrapped in rope and each table had a centerpiece of miniature hay bales and flowers arranged in barbed wire. A longhorn steer held court on the front lawn of the house so couples could have their picture taken with him. There was a strong contingent of older alums and parents of sorority members, with most of the males dressed in a 'Texas Tuxedo" of a black or white tux coat and shirt combined with blue jeans and boots below. A huge buffet of barbeque brisket and boiled shrimp on ice was flanked by 3 bean salad, 'Texas caviar' with black eyed peas, and most kinds of 'local' beer on ice, along with regular ice tea and a 'Long Island Ice Tea' punch. 

A full band was up on stage, complete with a horn player, a fiddler, and a slide guitarist! There were playing traditional and 'modern' country tunes and sounding good. We danced a couple of 'Texas Swing' tunes and then had some food and a couple of beers while the band took their first break. Chrissie introduced me to Dr. and Mrs. Ross, an older couple who she described as 'old friends of her family' and said Mrs. Ross was an alum who remained very active in the charity work the sorority did. The band came off break, and an older gentleman, much older than my grandfather, went to the mike and began to call the tunes as the square dancing began.

What Chrissy lacked in dance experience she made up in good looks and athleticism! She looked so good that I almost ran into several other folks because I could not take my eyes off her! With each tune she got a little looser and flashier and better looking! I was completely mesmerized, and she was clearly having the time if her life! Then I notice the caller was sounding strange, and the moves he was calling did not make sense! They were disconnected and did not segue smoothly from one to another the way callers are supposed to do it. He looked flushed and started to waiver a bit at the microphone. The band hastily took an early break, and I noticed they had him sit down and drink some water. Dr. Ross went up on stage and examined the man, then shook his head at his wife. Chrissy and I were standing next to her. "Oh Damn!" she said. "That's the end of the square dance!"

"Excuse me." I said. "I can call the tunes. My grandfather taught me." 

Mrs. Ross looked at me funny. "Don't shine me on, young man. Most decent callers are at least twice your age!"

"Try me for one song. If you don't think I can cut it, then give me the hook! OK?"

Mrs. Ross talked to the band leader, who shrugged as if to say 'what have we got to lose?' and then motioned me up on stage. I positioned myself at the mike, and the bad leader named off a list of tunes they were planning to play. "No problem" I said. They began to play, and I soon got into that familiar rhythm that reminded me of my grandfather and lots of good times. More and more folks ventured out onto the floor, and I really enjoyed seeing them move and have fun. The first tune finished, and Mrs. Ross gave me the high sign. The second song was even more fun. I don't know how many tunes we did, but soon the band leader stopped and announced a break, the dance floor was full and we got a major ovation! 

I rushed to get a plain ice tea, and when I was refilling my glass, Mrs. Ross kissed me right on the mouth! "You saved the party, young man! Thank you." Chrissy arrived for a follow up kiss, which left me with stars in my eyes. We did two more long sets and the dance floor was full to overflowing. I jealously watched Chrissy have a ball dancing with several other guys, but she sure was fun to watch! I even made up calls to see her breasts bounce! Soon most of the food and beer was gone, and the band leader was announcing the last square dance, which would be followed by a slow tune for the official 'last dance' of the evening. I got to dance that one with Chrissy, and even though we were both sweaty and almost worn out, it was one of the steamiest dances of my life. Chrissy put her hands in my jean pockets and squeezed my butt, and when the last bars of the tune played out, she gave me a super hot kiss I would never forget. 

We said our goodbyes to the folks at the party and walked out the door, in my mind heading back for Chrissy's dorm. We had only gone about 40 feet when she pulled me into a little alcove near the 'carriage house' style garage at the back of the BOT house. It was apparently a storage area for lawn furniture, which had just been put up for the fall and covered with canvas. She sat on a stack of chairs and repeated the wonderful kiss. Suddenly I was enveloped in her Suzie signal, like being patched right in to the sound system at concert. Everything was crystal clear and I could sense little nuances perfectly. I tuned myself into her and filtered out everything else, as I desperately wanted to know what would make her the hottest! I touched her ass and a few more sweet signals played for me. She was like a giant keyboard, and every little part of her body was a key that sounded a new note. Suddenly, for the first time in my life, I was a musician! I touched her breasts, I kissed her neck, I squeezed her shoulder, I ran my hand down her thigh, and everything worked, everything made her hot! She grabbed my head with both hands and kissed me like a wild woman, running her tongue all around inside my mouth. Suddenly she stopped and gasped for breath, but her Suzie signal was still bellowing loudly!

"I need to stop for a second and talk to you!" she said. So much of my circulation was going to my dick that I was not sure I could speak anyway, so I just listened. "Like you did, I made some promises to my family! I promised to remain a virgin until my second year of college, and even though you are driving me crazy and I want you to fuck my brains out, I have to keep my promise!" I tried to think through the hormonal fog. My great grandmother used to say that 'a man's got two brains, one between his ears and one between his legs, but unfortunately he only has enough blood supply to run one of them at a time.' I could now understand perfectly what she meant! 

"I understand, but define virgin!" I was still breathing pretty hard. "Do you mean virgin in the 'no sexual activity whatsoever' sense, or virgin in the 'intact hymen' sense?"

She looked at me with a shocked expression on her face, and then recognition dawned. "Do you mean like Bill Clinton's narrow definition of intercourse?" Then she blushed and shook a little bit.

"Well, sort of, but with full reciprocity, so to speak, and perhaps some things that have not occurred to you yet!" She looked at me for a long time and I could see her methodically thinking through what I said. Then she gasped and covered her mouth with a wide eyed expression. But her Suzie said she thought it was a brilliant idea, and scandalous enough to sound a few new notes! Since I was so plugged in to her, I saw twinkling images right away: her unzipping my zipper, me nuzzling in between her thighs, and in a final brief but glorious vignette, her up on a kitchen table on all fours while I spread her ass cheeks with my hands! She quivered again, and one of those foghorn style Suzie signals sounded and I thought I was in like Flynn!

But suddenly she drew in a slow breath, and I heard the foghorn drop away and all those little Suzies fading to silence. Boy did she have self control! She smiled at me, and said "That might be the letter of the law, but not the intent! But very nice try, you almost had me!"

I smiled, "Not a try, beautiful, but a very genuine and heartfelt offer! And here's another one, a frank proposition actually. Next fall semester, starting on the first day of classes, and running until summer break starts, let's go out one night each weekend and go to dances, parties, football games, whatever, and then afterward cheerfully fuck like little bunny rabbits! I will do my absolute best to figure out what pleases you, and I will tell you what I like and you will cheerfully do it for me!"

Her shocked expression slowly turned to a naughty kind of smile. "When do you need an answer?"

"Let me know at least one day before school starts. But do not take this lightly! If you say yes, I expect you to give it all up for me. I will go slow and be very tender, but before the first set of exams, you will have given me everything, and I do mean everything that a woman can give to a man!"

She continued to grin like a kid who knew what she was getting for Christmas. "And will you do everything I want? What happens at the end of that school year?"

I smiled. "Almost anything you want." I gave her my now standard line about children, animals, and feces. She looked calm for a minute, as if saying 'well of course' but then her eyes grew wide as she realize all the things that were not precluded! All those Suzie signals came up in fits and starts like an orchestra tuning up! I continued. "At the end of the year, each of us may decide to continue or discontinue the arrangement, with no recriminations or hard feelings either way."

She smiled, and then looked even craftier! "Well, I suppose my old high school dating rules still apply until next year! Do you like baseball?" I stared and her uncomprehendingly. She smiled "You may take second base!" That I understood! "And I will give you an answer on your shocking proposition before classes begin next year."

I was the happiest guy in North America! I took my time, slowly touching and exposing her, and then using my Suzie receiver to fine tune my caresses to her responses. I soon had her naked from the waist up, and was liberally interpreting the dating rules to mean I could work with anything I could get to. She had never encountered a Suzie receiver like me in the back of a car in high school, and was soon shocked to discover how effective I could be! She shuddered with her first orgasm from nipple stimulation, and I kept up the barrage. Soon she came again, and I detected the incredible aroma of her arousal as her pussy came to life. I began tonguing her belly button, not so much to stimulate her but to get myself closer to her amazing smell. Nature's design principles were proven once again, and my little monkey brain now was desperate to move from smelling that fine pussy to tasting it and plunging myself into it! 

I stood up and grabbed her head in my hands, conveniently bringing the lump in my tight jeans into direct contact with her nipples! Oh man that felt great! She put one hand on my cock and felt it through my jeans, and her Suzie signal went off again, hitting on all cylinders! Then she clamped down her control again, and the signals subsided. She looked up at me with wide eyes, and gave me a little kiss right on the head of my cock through those now even tighter jeans, and then smiled and said "maybe later!" 

I took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself and then pulled her up and kissed her on the mouth again. "I'll look forward to your call next year!" She put her top back on and rearranged herself a bit, and we walked on toward her dorm. She gave me another deep kiss at the dorm, and I walked back toward mine, still with drastically altered circulation. I guess I was setting things up for meeting my dating goals next year, but I was sure suffering from a lot of back pressure right now! 

There were some other parties winding down on Greek Row, including a loud and raucous keg party that was obvious as I walked by the Kappa Kappa house. There was shouting, bellowing, and the sound of breaking glass, in addition to drunken laughter and the chanting of dirty, if not clever, limericks. There was the sound of something large hitting the swimming pool, followed by another round of loud curses. The Kappas were controversial to say the least. They had been banned from campus several times for over the top hazing, hiring hookers for their parties, flying the Confederate Flag (leading many to call them the KKK), and at one point years ago for firing a canon ball towards campus from what was supposed to be a strictly ceremonial cannon mounted on the front porch of their house! They had avoided the permanent 'death penalty' for their ESU chapter only because one of their powerful politician alums had been on the University board of regents at the time. The contrast with UDP was not lost on me! 

When I made it to the dorm, there were lots of guys still hanging out on the steps and in the lobby. There were probably just as horny and frustrated as I was! I took a shower and hit the sack, looking forward to the Lake Bash tomorrow and to bonking sweet Suzanne tomorrow night.

I went down to early breakfast and found that sexual frustration made me just as hungry as a night of satisfying activity. No sign of Nora, or anyone else I knew, except a couple of the 'lounge lizards' from our floor. These were guys who spent most of their time hanging out in the lounge watching TV and playing cards. The rarely went to class, and were pretty good bets to flunk out at the end of the semester, and return to life as a 'Hometown Harry' forever. Back at the room, I pulled my trunks and a tee shirt out of the duffel bag at the back of my closet. I found I had to tie the waist a little tighter than I remembered, but the tee shirt was much tighter than before. I guess running was good for me! Kevin came out of the shower and said he needed to grab some food before we left. Theo sent me a text saying I could invite all the hot single independent girls I wanted to the bash! Apparently they were a little down on their babe production from the current pledge class. I called Suzanne and she said the 'iron women' soccer bunch had no game today so she would invite them. At least they would shake up things at the lake!

Kevin and I drove to Suzanne's apartment and she bounced perkily down the steps with a basket, a beach towel, and big sun hat on. Kevin opened up the trunk and she put the hat and her picnic basket in, along with the towel and her cover up. She sat in the back seat with me. She had on the tightest, skimpiest, thinnest, most revealing white bathing suit I had ever seen. Strictly speaking, it was a demure one piece suit, but you could see every wonderful little bump on her nipples through it, see each incredible abdominal muscle in her six pack through it, and even see the outline of her little 'landing strip' of pubic hair! When it got wet, it would be even better! Kevin was just looking up into the rear view mirror and not even thinking about starting the car. After a few minutes waiting patiently, Suzanne said "Where's Lou?" 

Kevin finally awoke from his reverie and started the car. "She's always late getting ready, so I decided to pick her up last!" We drove to her sorority house, and she came out in a cover up and big hat too. Kevin opened the trunk and she stowed her stuff and sat in the front seat. She had on a plum purple tiny bikini that showed off her 'cocoa butter' tan to maximum effect. She looked great. She turned around and looked into the back seat at Suzanne. I was not sure what hit me first, the incredible spike in her Suzie signal that said she wanted to worship Suzanne as much as Kevin and I did, or the click of her eyeballs as she did a double take! She finally spoke, in an unmistakably catty tone. "Wow, Suze that is certainly a revealing suit. It really takes balls to wear something like that!" 

Suzanne smiled like a she wolf! She spread her legs about two feet apart while she sat on the edge of the back seat, ensuring Lou an unbroken view of Suzanne's perfect landing strip and six pack, albeit through the thin suit, and said breathily "Do you see any testicles, Lou?"

Lou's jaw dropped open and she was mouth breathing just like any guy would have! Her Suzie signal came up and it told me she was ready to pounce and kiss Suzanne's mons veneris, and an instant later I could smell a wet and pungent pussy smell emanating from Lou. The estrogen level rose in the car, and the sexual tension was palpable! Kevin opened a window in an unsuccessful attempt to calm things down. 

Lou sputtered and said "N, n, no I don't, but you look nice!" 

Suzanne smiled like a predator again. "Maybe you can help me with some suntan lotion when we get to the lake!" Lou froze, but you could almost hear her pulse quicken. Mine sure did. Suzanne was certainly coming out of her guilt-induced shell!

The Phi Iota Gamma lake house was a major league party pad! There was a stone driveway with a large grass parking space for at least 100 cars to one side, and a set of stone steps down to the boat dock and swimming pool, and another set of steps up to house and big patio that over looked the pool and lake. Dozens of nice looking girls decorated the landscape, in various revealing suits, and lots of guys milled around. I spotted Theo and waved, and walked over to thank him for the invite. He barely noticed, because he was staring at Suzanne. I told him I had invited some of Suzanne's friends, and he just smiled and said "thank you" without ever taking his eyes from Suzanne. I told him Suzanne loved to water ski and it only took him about three seconds to see the possibilities. Rich. But not stupid! He quickly organized a crew of Jackson Pollack Jackson III, who had met Lara at the tennis court but had never met Suzanne, and his date, Candy, who had a lifeguard style tan, a pretty face, and looked like she definitely would know how to water-ski, and also suck the chrome off a trailer hitch!




My Only Talent Ch. 05



We matched up some skis appropriate for Suzanne's petite height, and it seemed that Theo was very safety conscious and wanted to make doubly and triply sure that her bindings were just right! It reminded me of one of those shoe salesman bits in the movies. One more guy motioned to Theo and joined us, and Theo said he was Terry, the best water skier in the frat, and also the best boat driver. He took us out a little; got Suzanne prepped in the shallows, and moved out at just the right pace to get Suzanne up on her skis. He executed a couple of turns and headed out to the main ski area on the lake. He ran her through a few maneuvers, confirmed she was experienced, and then sped things up considerably. He said "Man she has balance and control to spare!" I laughed. He had no idea! He ran her through a complete routine and she nailed each maneuver. Theo and Jackson looked like those lemurs on TV, keeping their eyes glued to Suzanne while the boat and their bodies moved all around. 

Candy sat next to me and said "That chick is really in shape! She makes it look easy!"

I laughed, and look Candy up and down. She enjoyed to attention and her Suzie signal confirmed that she did. "You look like you are in pretty good shape too, Candy, and I'll bet skiing is only one of your many talents!" I pinged with an image of her swallowing my cock! She responded very well with echoes and embellishments of her own! 

She laughed. "You are quite the sweet talker, Mr. Roberts!" My leftover backpressure from last night returned quickly. She looked at my trunks, and said "And you know how to make a girl feel appreciated!"

I smiled at her. No one else was even looking at us. I gave her a little kiss and said "Candy, if I didn't have a date, I would be trying to get you to go home with me instead of with Jackson!"

She smiled back. "Me, too!" and she gave me her number, then said "Booty calls okay!" I considered her my insurance policy against future back pressure build up!

Meanwhile, Suzanne's skiing was receiving high scores from all the judges! She made the cut off sign to Terry and he looped around tangential to the boat dock and she dropped the rope and skied perfectly up to the dock. There was disappointment from the gallery that she did not get fully wet, but enough spray had hit her to make her suit effectively translucent. Candy got on her skis, and Terry backed in and threw her the tow rope. Soon Candy was up and skiing beautifully. They returned to the dock a while later, and someone else took the boat out with another set of skiers. 

I found Suzanne sitting at one of the patio tables, with three guys hitting on her. I couldn't really blame them for trying. I offered to get her some food and to refill her drink, and she smiled and said "hurry back!" Theo, Jackson, Candy and some other guys sat at the next table and started going through the buffet line. Just as I returned, a big black van that I had seen before at Suzanne's pulled up, and out stepped seven or eight girls who were not only in spectacular shape, and ranged from average to great looking too. None of them were as spectacular as Suzanne, but they were all hot and the freshest meat at the party. A murmur went through the crowd and I heard some of that 'massed male desire signal' that seemed to turn up a lot at parties. The tallest and best looking girl, whom I had seen drop Suzanne off twice, smiled at me and said "Thanks for inviting us!" I took her over and introduced her to Theo, and she introduced the rest of her 'crew' to us. 

Down by the pool, the sound system began to play and most of the girls received initiations to either dance or sit down for lunch. The laughter and frivolity level climbed appreciably. Suzanne signed up Terry again and they took me out for some lessons. Neither of them were as good an instructor as Oiler, but my skiing went from tentative to confident pretty rapidly. We danced a bit after the sun went down, and about 11 PM things got pretty raucous, including naked beer pong and lots of naked cannonball dives into the pool. Kevin wanted to stay, but Suzanne's friends were ready to go, so we all piled in a very crowded van and headed back toward Suzanne's place. There was some good natured kidding about Suzanne 'robbing the cradle' and 'taking advantage of a young and inexperienced kid' and Suzanne just laughed. "He is not as innocent as he looks girls! He can sure curl my toes!" I began hearing Suzie signals on many wavelengths from all corners of the van. With everyone so close by, it was easy to read the signals, or maybe I was continuing to get better at it. Several of the girls wanted to curl Suzanne's toes themselves, and a few others wanted to see if I could curl theirs! And several of them wanted to do both, separately or together! It was quite a wonderful thing to contemplate! 

They dropped us off at Suzanne's place, and as we walked up the stairs she said "Your bill has come due Mr. Roberts! You are now my slave until dawn!"

I decided to go with it. Although it had never been one of my fantasies, I couldn't think of anyone I would rather 'serve' than Suzanne. I realized it would be a little weird to not be active, using her Suzie signal as a guide. Instead, I would be 'blind' and probably get a lot of surprises myself! 

"Yes, mistress! How may I serve you?" At least Lara had taught me the proper responses. Wait a minute! Was Suzanne planning to whip me?

She laughed. "Off with your clothes!"

I could do that. She did the same. She had me kneel between the couch and coffee table. "I want you to pretend to be Lou!" That was a little weird! She gave me a smoldering look and put one leg up on the coffee table. "Eat my pussy, bitch!"

Wow, Suzanne was really into this! I had a pretty strong memory of the Suzie signals that Lou had been sending in the car earlier today, so I just tried to play the role as best I could. I looked up at Suzanne with a mixture of trepidation and lust. I tried to ignore Suzanne's signals and just act like I thought Lou would. I maintained eye contact and just barely touched Suzanne with my tongue. After a few licks her incredible pussy scent began to affect me. I tried to act out what I thought would be Lou's progression of emotions. I inhaled deeply and looked into Suzanne's eyes with my version of Lara's humiliated but turned on look. Then I closed my eyes and begin to lick her in earnest. I shut out her signals and discovered her with my mouth, assuming this would be Lou's first taste of pussy. I tried to be surprised at how much I liked it, and humiliated by how much I wanted more!

Suzanne adjusted her leg on the table, leaned forward a little more, then grabbed my head with one hand and pushed me a little closer into her. "That's it! Eat that pussy! Swallow my juice!"

Wow, she was into it! Her Suzie signal was incredibly loud, but I still tried to act like Lou instead of using Suzanne's signal. I just explored her pussy like it was my first taste and my goal was just to enjoy it, not get Suzanne off! It was wonderful! I don't know how nutritious it was, but it was delicious! I don't know how long it took, but soon Suzanne shook and came, and I made eye contact with her again as I savored the juices she was squirting into my mouth. I tried to do my best version of Lara's little smile. Suzanne opened her eyes and shivered against my mouth, and then grabbed my head and said "again!" I was happy to oblige! 

After one more orgasm, Suzanne had me lay on the couch with my head on the armrest, and then she put one leg up on the couch and the other on the floor, and her pussy hovered just above my face. "You are about to get you face fucked, you cheeky little bitch! And you are going to like it!" She proceeded to do exactly as she promised. I knew this drill, and I loved it. I played the Lou role and tried to avoid it at first, and then just passively lay there. Suzanne came once, and then said "Stick that tongue out and keep it stiff for me!' and I did. Three more orgasms followed, and I was proud of being able to breathe enough to stay conscious!

I decided to use my knowledge of Lara a little more. I kneeled on the floor, cast my eyes down, and said "Should I draw your bath and prepare for your message, mistress?" She laughed.

"I'll take a shower, and I will need a thorough tongue washing before my massage, do you understand me!

Suzanne did insist on some thorough going ass worship! I may have created my own monster, but at least it was a hot and tasty one! Several more orgasms took the edge off her slave driver act, and after a strong massage we were cuddling in bed and having some pretty interesting pillow talk. "So, Mistress, do you still want Lou to serve you or did my acting fulfill your lesbian lust?" I asked.

She actually turned around and looked right at me. "I thought the acting was my only real option! Are you saying that I could actually do something with Lou and not freak you out?"

"Yes, as long as I get to watch and play too! As a matter of fact, Kevin and I have been discussing some other possibilities with regards to 'Lou Baby'. You see, she has been trying to play us two roommates off against each other, getting us to compete for her. We think she would get off on that, but we also think she would get off on something else!"

She looked intrigued. "What would that something else be?"

"We are going to tell her she can have us both! But she must take on both of us at the same time and only if she gives it all up for us!"

Suzanne's Suzie signal had been in that contented, almost quiescent realm for the last hour or so, but now a huge spike appeared. Strong, raw, and raucously vibrating so hard it made my teeth hurt! I felt her breathing change, too.

"You mean you are telling her she has to take you on two on one, and let you two do anything to her you want!" Her Suzie signal increased even more, and her legs vibrated! She was completely and involuntarily excited at the idea of such a scene! 

So I was going to see how much more excited she could get. "That's right! We are going to tell her she can have us both, but we can have her pussy, her mouth, her ass, anything we want, anyway we want it!

She did get even more excited! Her Suzie went all foghorns on me. She took two deep breaths before she spoke. "You mean double penetration, too!" Oh Ho! Now we find out one of her 'things'!

I decide to egg her on and see how wild she really wanted things! "We are convinced that is something she really needs and wants, and that eventually she would find two guys to give her what she wants. But we figure why wait, when we can have her now and she can get her fantasy now." I adopted a matter of fact tone. "When we start out, we will probably make her get on her knees and blow us both." Another row of trumpets joined the Suzanne Suzie orchestra! "Then one of us will fuck her doggy style while she continues to blow the other one, and then we will switch!" Oboes and clarinets joined in! "After she has had several orgasms and relaxes a bit, I will get into her ass and Kevin will fuck her pussy, since his cock is a little bigger than mine." Basses, cellos, and percussion were added. "After she has several orgasms from the initial dual penetration, and is loosened up a bit, we will switch, and make her take the bigger cock in her ass!" Her Suzie signal now sounded like the old THX sound trailer in the theatres, with all the instruments seemingly playing at their maximum volume and all at once! She quivered, and she actually grabbed my thigh hard enough to make a mark, although she seemed completely unaware that she was doing it. 

I decided to fire for maximum effect! "Do you think she would rather have us come inside her, one in her pussy and one in her ass, or would it be hotter for both of us to pull out and come in her mouth?"

Suzanne's powerful muscles were now all clinching and unclenching. She felt like a caged tiger stirring next to me. All the instruments were still playing in her loud Suzie signal, but with tremolo! She answered without hesitation "In her pussy and ass the first night you do her, and in her mouth the second night you take her!" 

I was almost dumbstruck! I kissed her and she was hot and quivering all over, and her pussy smell took over the room. I didn't feel like a slave. I didn't even listen to her signal anymore. I just topped her and fucked her, as hard as I could! Suddenly I realized her Suzie signal was loud as hell and she was coming! I stopped for a second, waiting out the little gap in her signal, and then started stroking her again. She came very quickly, and I was ready too. I pulled out and finished off in her mouth. Her Suzie exploded and she sucked me dry!

Suddenly we were cuddling and kissing again, and she went into one of those 'female logic' conversations that you could never really follow, even though you would later learn that she remembered clearly that you had agreed with everything that was being said. "Robby?" That was the first time she had ever called me that! "Would you really have a threesome with Lou and me and be okay with that?"

I sighed. I had thought this one through. "Yes, beautiful. Besides the three things I told you I would not mess with, I have already promised to do whatever you want and whatever gets you hot. Doing otherwise would be stupid. If you really want it, I can either do my best to help you make it happen, or otherwise, you will either stop telling me what you want, or resent me, or do things behind my back, and it would drive a wedge between us. Honesty is whole basis of our relationship!"

She kissed me for a long time, and then used a tone like a little girl. "Would the same thing apply to a threesome with you and Kevin?"

I sighed again. "Yes, beautiful, except we might have stay close by a medical facility, because Kevin would be so excited at the prospect that he might pass out!" She hugged me again. She kissed me again.

Then she said "You are a wonderful man! What kind of threesomes would you like?"

Oh brother! My life was going to get complicated. "I have a few ideas, but there are some complications. We can discuss them later, including Nora!" She gasped. "Right now I am in the mood for some more Suzanne." She was in the mood too!

I awoke to the smell of eggs cooking. I remembered that Suzanne's cooking for dinner had been gourmet grade, so I bounced up and brushed my teeth and headed for the table. She was serving Eggs Florentine, with fluffy spinach, perfect Hollandaise, and crispy muffins, with homegrown tomatoes and some cantaloupe on the side. Unbelievable!

After breakfast, she dropped me back at the dorm and headed home for a nap before she did one of her 27 mile runs this afternoon. I took a nap, too, and went to sleep considering many possibilities. I woke up too late for lunch, but put on my running clothes and did another 9 miles plus sprint and cool down. I could tell I was getting stronger and feeling better at the end of each run, and the runner's high was fantastic! 

Janet's still virginal roommate, Melanie, sent me a text saying she wanted to walk down to the fall street festival being held downtown, and have dinner down there since the dorm was not serving supper, and then come back to the dorm. I guess she was really ready to be deflowered. I was about halfway hot for her, and halfway feeling just like it was a duty because I had promised Janet to do it. I told her I could be ready in 30 minutes and she said she would meet me in the lobby. I took a quick shower, dressed, and headed down.

Melanie looked scrum-diddly-umptious! She had on tight jeans and an even tighter top. With some high heel boots, and all traces of the Goth look gone, she looked hot as hell! Sunday was looking up. We walked down to the street than was closed off to vehicular traffic for the festival, and she picked through tables of arts and crafts, jewelry, and various knick knacks. I spent half of my time watching her and half watching people in general. I tried to stay tuned in to her Suzie signal, and it seemed clear that she was committed to losing her virginity this afternoon. It was sending strong and self confident excitement, buoyed by the fact that I was constantly complimenting her and pawing her, which she clearly liked. 

She would occasionally hold up a tie dye or crochet top and ask my opinion. I would move closer and use it as an excuse to lightly touch her breasts, and her Suzie signal said she liked the extra touches. We covered most of the arts & crafts stuff, and arrived in the food tent area, where there was an amazing variety of options from local restaurants, caterers, food trucks, and charity groups. Melanie said she just wanted to 'graze' here instead of going to a restaurant, and we had bite sized everything and it was all tasty. We even split a few big chocolate covered strawberries mouth to mouth ending in a kiss, and I was reminded that Melanie was a great kisser. We held hands most of the way back to the dorm, and when we arrived at her room, her Suzie signal was vibrant and alive with anticipation. 

As we went up to Janet and Melanie's room, I remembered reading somewhere that women are more likely to have sex for the first time at their place than at a guy's place. I also noticed that all the Goth posters and other weird shit was gone from her walls and ceiling. I decided to play it cool like I had with Janet's first time and just act like making out after a date had escalated. I had almost a direct connection to her Suzie signal, and she was such a great kisser that I felt no time pressure at all. In fact, all the pressure came from her! I very gently moved to stimulate her breasts, and touch her ass, and put my hands all over her. Her Suzie liked it all. I moved to take off her blouse and she helped me! I settled into a phase locked loop with her Suzie signal connected to my hands and lips and soon she was getting the most stimulation from her breasts she had ever experienced. Her Suzie signal told me she was right on the edge of coming, so I started putting my hands on her legs, and she spread them to let me. It wasn't long until I slipped a hand inside her panties and all indications were that she was very pleased. A few minutes later I slipped them off and slipped her hips toward the edge of the bed. Her Suzie modulation was now clearly carrying that image of her putting her hands on me head and urging me to eat her. I lowered my mouth to her outer lips and kissed them gently. She moaned, and her smell increased. It was overpowering! I took one little lick with my tongue and got the surprise of my life!

Her pussy tasted like nothing I had never even dreamed of! I remember Mrs. Douglass telling me to always tell a girl that her juices tasted like the nectar of the gods, but Melanie tasted even better! It was a mélange of caramel, super light olive oil, a hint of salt, and lots of tangy rhubarb like my grandma's best pie! It almost overwhelmed my brain. It was like those descriptions of wine enthusiasts talking about a flavor like a 'wet red velvet pillow exploding on the tongue'. I had never understood their ebullience until now. I didn't need a Suzie signal or anything else. I just needed more of that nasty, tasty juice, and the best way to get it was to make her come!

I devoted myself to the cause. Her Suzie was so loud I could not ignore it if I wanted to. But even my monkey brain would avidly use tools to get more sweet fruit! And I got it. She came with a grunt and a sigh and a delicious squirt. I hummed like I was listening to beautiful music in my head. I waited out a one second gap in her signals and then began to lick her outer pussy lips again, and soon got another wet and wonderful reward! I waited another second and began to gently nibble and bite them, and got some more. I was in a complete trance, a pussy snorting sexual rave! I systematically worked her inner lips, then her clit, then plunged my tongue into her pussy. She had at least four more orgasms! She seemed to be seeping beautiful fluid like a leaky faucet and still I wanted more. She was sobbing and wailing and sniffling and I loved it all!




My Only Talent Ch. 05



Suddenly her voice cut through my fog. "Fuck me!" There was no mistaking that message, and I was already hard as a rock. I spread her legs, and moved up so she could see how excited I was before feeling how excited I was. I touched both her nipples with it and her eyes got big. I moved it to her mouth and she licked it once and smiled. Then I positioned myself at her entrance and moved in a little bit. She grabbed my ass and pulled me in! Just like with Janet's first time, I felt some resistance, a pinch, and then a slippery wet parting. She screamed a hoarse little scream that coincided with the pinching feeling, and her Suzie had a little gap, and then it wailed! I pushed slowly all the way in. She bit my neck with bared lips like a filly taking an apple!

I stopped for a minute and just savored the feeling. She was tight and hot as you would expect, and when I kissed her I think she tasted her own pussy juice for first time, and she shuddered and clamped down on me ever more strongly. I pushed in a little more and she gasped, and then I slowly pulled out and slowly pushed back in. Her Suzie was pulsing, and I just slowly began plowing in and out of her. She moaned, she groaned, and then she came. It was stronger and deeper, clearly differentiated from what I supposed were the purely clitoral orgasms she had before. She raked my back with her nails, and then grabbed my ass and willed me to start moving again. I increased my pace and she began to thrust against me perfectly. I kissed her even deeper, and in just a few strokes, she came again! 

I listened to the fine modulation of her signal, and shifted my weight down on her even more. She liked it, a lot. I held myself up on my elbows, and just watched her face, and began stroking again. I had achieved that Zen state again, really hard, but not close to coming. Maybe this was another talent! I just varied my moves and watched her face. She was beautiful, and the expressions that moved across her face were captivating! An hour ago I was just going to fuck her once as a favor to Janet, now I was falling in love with her, and I wanted her every night from now on! She opened her eyes and looked at me with a really funny expression. Was I sending without knowing it? The she smiled and said 'I want to feel you come in me!"

It was like she jacked right into my spine. Her wish was literally my command! I picked up my pace and depth and pounded her. She looked surprised, and then bewildered! I fucked her like my life depended on it. Suddenly I felt a tide roaring through me, and somehow I remembered Mrs. Douglass' advice, and when my hot glue gun went off I said 'Melanie' with each shot, and jammed myself as far up inside her as I could. She gasped and gaped and shuddered as I filled her up with pure devotion. I wanted to do this every night! That could be a problem. Her taste, her skin, her looks, her feel, and her natural need for hard penetration had captured me!

I kissed her tenderly; glad to find some tears I could lick. Suddenly she laughed, but I kept kissing her all over her face. Finally my erection subsided and I reluctantly slipped out of her, and lay next to her. She began to giggle! She grabbed me by my ears and kissed me really hard. "Janet was right!" she said. 

I just looked at her, with perhaps a dumbfounded look. She spoke again "I was afraid it wouldn't live up to all the hype, but it was pretty damn good!" Just pretty good! What the hell! She began to toy with my cock, and it responded instantly. Her fingers were charged with electricity because I was so attracted to her. She could just wave at me and get me hard again in an instant. She moved down close to it and looked at it from all angles, and seemed to enjoy seeing it grow. I know I did. 

I listened to her signals, and found a strange mix of competing emotions. She was curious, she was getting turned on again, and she wanted to get fucked again! But right now, as I was very happy to learn, she wanted to suck my cock. Since I was hopelessly enamored with her, I decided it might be a good time to try to build up some power in the relationship, so I said "Hey, beautiful, suck my cock!" I put one hand on her head and guided her mouth onto my now super hard member. There was a brief gap in her signal, and I thought maybe I had pushed it too far! But then that raucous tone that I loved to hear from Lara made its way into Melanie's sweet signal and they rose together to a loud Suzie roar! 

She was turned on and I was in my glory. Oh what I night I had to look forward too! 

But what the hell would I do about the rest of the year? I had my little country Chrissie on a back burner until next year; I was hoping I had hot and sassy brunette Sarah in the on deck circle, and I had tanned and horny little Candy the water skier ready to take my booty calls. But how could I possibly juggle Janet, Suzanne and all the threesomes she was suddenly interesting in, not to mention Nora, Lara's increasing need for kink, and my new found devotion to the lovely Melanie, too! 

I thought my talent was supposed to give me some control, some advantage, some security! But here I was falling for a weird girl with a messed up family background that a week ago was running screaming from me and wearing black fingernails and a nose ring, and all of a sudden nothing made sense anymore! But as my dad would say, if you have to have problems, it's better to have high quality problems!



My Only Talent Ch. 06



Chapter 06

Houston, We Have a Problem! 

I'm not sure when I went to sleep, but I do remember that I woke up, with Melanie, in Janet's room! At least, that's the way it seemed. The fact that it was also Melanie's room escaped me at first. Then the memories flooded back. As memorable as my going down on Melanie was, with her honey smooth skin and incredible tasting pussy that I had never before even dreamed of, her ability to fellate me knew no equal! She teased me, she took me up, she kept me on the edge, she let me drift back, and then she engulfed and devoured me! I felt like I was spewing my entire being out into her mouth, and she was sucking it out of me and keeping it, like savages believed that cameras captured their souls! And she did transform me into a savage, at least of the heart. She was a natural, a better cocksucker her very first time than thirty year old Mrs. Douglass, who I previously thought was the best in the world! 

Melanie was watching me wake up. My waking memories already made me hard, and she leaned over and took me in her mouth again. She was not shy. She took my whole length down and sucked so strongly that I seemed to grow even bigger and longer in her mouth. She took my dick out and sucked my balls, then licked me all over, then took my length again. I just surrendered to her. She kept me on the edge for a long time, then hopped out of bed and got on her knees next to me. She reached around and spread my butt cheeks and began to stimulate my ass. Just as I was about to lose all control, she pushed her middle finger about an inch inside me, and sucked me so hard I knew that resistance was futile. It felt like I shot quite a bit, considering that she had completely sucked me dry just a few hours before. I was just thinking how wonderful she was and how I would do anything to please her when her pussy landed hot and heavy on my face! 

She tasted even funkier and better than last night, and I soon lost myself in her. I locked into her Suzie signal and tuned for maximum juice, hoping to give her so many orgasms that she would have to ask me to slow down. But her appetites were amazing. I reached up and squeezed her ass cheeks hard, and she loved it. I bit her outer lips; she loved it and came hard. I spanked her ass while I tongued her pussy, and she came. She moved up a little bit and pushed her ass onto my tongue, and I cheerfully devoured it. She was insatiable! I don't know how many times she came, but I loved them all. I was hard again and still crazed with lust. No Suzie signal could reach me; I was in the monkey zone. I threw her over against the cushions mounted on the wall above the dorm bed, spread her cheeks with my hands, and entered her pussy with a single hard thrust. I fucked her as hard as I could, not even thinking about her, just feeling her around my dick. She came, I barely noticed. I moved my legs up and got a different angle for even more penetration, and pounded her again. She came again. She was now breathing in gurgling gulps. 

I changed position again, and penetrated her ass for the first time! She screamed a little yelp, and even in my crazed state, I noticed that her Suzie signal stopped! Then it came back, slowly, then building, then louder than ever. "Yes." she said. "Yes". I listened for her signal, and started fucking her ass. She loved it, and so did I. Slow and steady wins the race! She was keening and sighing when each slow thrust made it all the way home. I increased my pace. I was in my zone, and my dick was calloused and insensitive, and my orgasm was far in the future, but hers was not. Like Janet, she could come from direct anal stimulation, and she did. My balls were slapping her ass at less than one second intervals now, and I leaned over to get more force behind my thrusts. She took it all with ease, coming about every 20 strokes or so. Her Suzie screamed so loud that even I could not ignore it, and Suzie wanted it rougher, faster, and deeper. I pushed her down and slammed myself into her with maximum effort. I spanked her ass as hard as I could without losing my balance and falling off the bed. She was just about to come and I let loose at the same time, shooting up in her ass just as far as I could. She growled like a dog, and I felt a contentment signal from her. I stayed in her and began kissing her neck and shoulders. 

I was learning a lot more about reading Suzie signals each time I was with a woman. I was getting better and better as a receiver, and I had also formed the theory that the immediate post coital period was the most revealing of a woman's true nature. Janet and Suzanne sent strong contentment signals that would last as long as you continued to caress them or until they went to sleep. Lara would be content for a while, but then her crafty nature began to think about how she could get back on 'top' instead of submitting, but if I showed her I was determined to stay on top, she was secure and content again. Melanie was content for less than three seconds, wiggling her ass against me, and then suddenly I was surprised to sense graphic and urgent images of all the other guys she wanted to fuck! I was so shocked I was paralyzed into silence and inaction. I was like a passive sonar buoy, listening silently as my shock grew. She was sending images of having two guys, three guys, a dozen guys waiting in line to fuck her! She wanted cocks in her pussy, ass, and mouth and she wanted it hard and she wanted them to come quarts, and she wanted another guy to step in as each one in the first bunch finished. It was like a porn movie that was so far over the top that even the horniest guy wanted to look away! I know I did. The signals were pulsing, weird, and distorted like the Suzie signal equivalent of a drastically overexposed film or an Impressionist painting. 

There was a pause in her signal, and I almost tuned out, but then I began sensing vignettes of Janet! First Melanie was gently kissing her, then kissing her breasts, then going down on her, and then they were doing a 69. Then Melanie was riding Janet's face, and then binding her, whipping her, and pissing on her! The more extreme the scene, the more distorted and overexposed Melanie's signals seemed to be! These signals were disturbing and disorienting. I shivered, and tried my best to shut them out. This was definitely 'the dark side of the force' and I did not want to go there. 

Then the signals stopped completely. "Time for you to go home, Romeo!" Melanie said, as she hopped up from the bed and headed for the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. I put my clothes on, yelled goodbye through the bathroom door, and headed out the hallway door, funky and stinky but very glad to be on my way! I looked at the clock in the lounge on Janet's floor as I headed for the elevator, and it said 9 AM. I hoped nobody got into the elevator with me, because I did not smell good, nor was I feeling very sociable. 

I made it back to my room without getting too close to anyone, or seeing anyone I knew well. I took two long hot almost scalding showers, and scrubbed myself obsessively for a long time. My body was red all over from the heat and the abrasion of the shower. I turned off the water, and just leaned against the tile wall. Normally I would be ravenously hungry at this time of day, but the last thing I wanted right now was food. I wanted to pull the covers over my head, play that old Eddie Arnold classic, and make the world go away. But I knew I could not sleep. Suzanne was still gone, so even through it was Monday we would not be running today. I pulled on my running clothes and went to the track like a robot. I did my stretching from muscle memory, and started around the track. Perhaps a runner's high would clear my head. Maybe running to total exhaustion would let me sleep. I trudged on mechanically with as little thought as possible.

At nine miles I was still numb. At ten, my erstwhile goal, I was flagging but still almost insensate. But by eleven I was about to drop dead! I forced myself to do the a sprint lap and a two laps of cool down jogging before collapsing on one the bleacher seats around the field. My breath came in gasps, and it took a long time for me to even get close to a normal breathing pattern. But still no runner's high, but rather an even deeper despairing low! I thought of Lara, her need for kink but simple honesty about it, the peace of her purity of spirit by comparison to Melanie but the accompanying threat to that peace that I felt from her Lara's accommodation and her possible need for steadily increasing kink. Should I tell her the truth about my fears, or should I continue my project plan to see if we could reach a balance that would work for us both? I realized that when I saw her this afternoon, I wanted to be held and comforted; I needed to be taken care of. I was not sure I could be as cruel as she needed me to be. But if I really loved her, I would find a way to please her, I should prioritize her happiness over mine. Suddenly my runner's high kicked in like a ton of bricks!

I walked back to the room shaking from the endorphins and in considerably better spirits, and took yet another shower. My appetite had returned and I joined the lunch line as soon as my hair was dry. There were only a few other customers and there was a skeleton crew serving fewer choices than normal for the holiday, but there was enough to sate me for a while. I went back upstairs and brushed my teeth, and then started walked toward Lara's place, and I realized I had not done my homework. I had not given her instructions; I had not even looked at the project plan again all weekend. I hooked a left turn and headed for the giant chain drugstore just across the interstate east of the campus, as I racked my brain to visualize the Gantt chart in the project plan, and pull up some ideas from my notes. I would have to improvise!

I walked down the aisle scanning the shelves for kink supplies and I found: wooden clothespins, some wrist sweat bands for improvised restraints, and a ten dollar ping pong paddle with little embossed studs sticking up from the rubber face. Maybe I can make this work. I have to do the unexpected. My previous pattern was to hit her hard and fast, get her high from the spanking and humiliation, get her excited, then get her off once, then go 'easy' on her and make her have several orgasms from 'regular' fucking to try and shape her to enjoy normal just as much as kinky. Today I would reverse that, starting sweet and loving, gradually increasing the stimulation to try to get her to come the first time 'nice' then getting kinky and rough and hopefully making her come several times. Or maybe I would just improvise the whole thing once I got there. 

I walked west back toward her apartment building, taking in a view of the Capitol at the same time, thinking there was probably a lot more debauchery under that dome than I could ever generate with Lara. Just south of me was the house one of the most infamous fraternities on campus, Alpha Gamma! The AGs were infamous for the most sadistic and disturbing initiation and hazing rights known to any college fraternity anywhere, not just at ESU. Their more benign rites were rapid alcohol consumption, ritualized 'buddy puking' and swimming through pools of excrement, urine, and semen. The darkest practices were said to include flogging, animal mutilation, bestiality, group masturbation, and some brutal homoerotic play. It was said that the only people who go AGs were legacies, and their ranks were constantly shrinking because of suicides and a trend toward failure to produce children. They were also reported to be incredibly narcissistic, exaggerating their own importance and thinking that everyone respected them and wanted to join their exclusive frat. They were the butt of thousands of jokes told by everyone else on campus. As I walked by their house I realized that one of their members, armed with a telescope, might be able to see into Lara's windows. I would have to come up with a new strategy for her humiliation, because these guys were just too big a risk. 

A few blocks further west, I knocked on Lara's door and had an instant, uncontrolled erection! I was suddenly so hard that it hurt. Lara opened the door in a tight white tee shirt tied up like a halter, and red short shorts with her blond hair up in two pigtails with red bows, and if anything I got even harder. She had apparently just finished carrying her suitcases up from the garage and she was 'glowing' rather than frankly sweating, and her skin was flushed and beautiful! She yelled "Master, I love you!" and enveloped me in a hug that pressed her magnificent breasts firmly against my chest and put her long arms around me so that each hand grabbed a buttock and squeezed it. I nuzzled my mouth under her neck and gave her a little hickey, then said "I missed you, Lara!" and she quivered in my arms. She kissed me full on the mouth and jumped up on me, putting her arms around my neck and locking her lags around my waist like the sexiest Indian wrestling move ever. Our tongues explored each other's mouths for several minutes, and liked what they discovered. I carried her over to the couch and realized it was the first time I had picked her up like that, and her Suzie signal soared.

I gently caressed her breasts and tweaked her nipples, all the while alternating between asking about her weekend travel and kissing her. Her contentment Suzie kicked in, with a little note of rising excitement, but no hint of humiliation yet. The clarity and purity of her signals was in such sharp contrast to Melanie's. I held her arms captive and bit her nipples sharply, and her excitement signal awoke like sounding morning reveille at a summer camp. I untied her halter top and returned to gently stimulating her breasts while she told me about her trip. Her father was delighted with her grades, which were the highest ever, and she was delighted that she never missed any classes because she was always looking forward to the next day and week. Her father asked her what was different from her freshman year and she said she told him that she now had a boyfriend she respected and who could make her feel good instead of bad. She said her father was looking forward to meeting me this coming weekend. She said he thought most of her boyfriends in high school were 'spoiled wimps' and she mostly agreed. And freshman year, most of them seemed want to suck up to her father's money, which is why she started to see if she could dominate them, and discovered that she could make them her 'spanky bitches' and then she just abused them but never respected them. Just as her excitement signal began to fade a little I twisted a nipple hard. She drew in her breath sharply and I smelled a little of her perfect pussy scent in the air. 

I resumed gently caressing her and talking. "I am so happy to see you. I thought about you first thing this morning." She smiled and cooed, but then her little crafty Susie peaked up a little bit, wondering if she could away with something. I led her on for one more second. "I really like those pigtails and bows in your hair, they look perfect!" She smiled but then the challenging Suzie started up, thinking she could twist me around her little finger. 

Then I dropped my pants, revealing my rock hard cock, grabbed one pig tail in each hand, and said "Perfect that is, for fucking your little slut mouth!" and rammed my cock down her throat! Her face turned red, her eyes got wide and her breath began to whistle through her nostrils. Oh man that felt good! I just fucked her gorgeous face, moving her head to get maximum contact with her throat and lips, and her blasting Suzie signal hit me right between the eyes. I looked in her eyes and saw panic, excitement, and most of all, lust. I know she saw lust in mine. "Oh yeah, take that cock you little slut! Your pretty face looks even better with my dick in it!" She began to slobber out of the side of her mouth. Beautiful! She could barely breathe through her nose, and then I took one hand off her pigtails and put it around her neck. I choked her and her Suzie peaked even higher. She was right on the edge of unconsciousness when I let go of her neck and she took a massive breath in through her nostrils and her Suze spiked like she almost came! Her throat quivered and grabbed my dick as she fought for breath. It felt fantastic. 

I put my hands back on her pig tails and pulled back a little, letting her suck only the tip of my cock, and spoke to her sweetly. "That's good girl. Suck and lick, suck a little harder. Good girl!" She groaned way down in her throat. Her excitement and humiliation signals harmonized beautifully. I looked into her eyes and tried to tell her with my eyes that I loved her. Her eyes got wide for a second, and then she sucked me even harder and I came in her mouth. I shot several times, she never broke eye contact and swallowed each time I shot. That's my girl! I just luxuriated in the feeling of her hot mouth around me, and she sucked even harder until I knew it was all gone. I leaned over her and kissed her, then undid her little shorts, delighted to discover she was not wearing panties. I lifted her legs up and spanked her ass very hard, until her butt cheeks were bright red, and then I said "You can come now" and buried my face in her pussy. I tuned into her Suzie and gobbled her nether lips, and she came. I waited out a little gap, and then sucked on her clit, and she came. I stuck my tongue into her as far as I could, and she came. I put two fingers in her, then three, and frigged her hard, and she came again. I picked her up again, held her sideways like a little baby, and carried her into the bedroom. Her contentment signal predominated, with some residual excitement. I retrieved my bag from the chain store, and carried it in and put it on the bed. I climbed up next to her and stroked her face, and kissed her, and held her and told her how wonderful she was. 

Then I had her get up on her knees on the bed and bound her hands behind her with the sweat bands. "You make me so horny sometimes, you little slut!" I pinched her nipples hard and her Suzie signal popped and sizzled like an old hot camera flashbulb. I took the clothespins out and began clipping them to her nipples. With each one that I added, a whole new section of her Suzie signal orchestra began to play. There were 12 clothespins in the package. I put one on each nipple, and three more clipped to bunches of skin on each breast. She was frantic with excitement. "Look at you, slut! You are getting red and your nipples are hard and now you are starting to drip from that slut pussy!" I swatted the sides of her breasts where they had no clothespins on them, and they swayed and she bucked and whimpered as the attached pins twisted and pinched her. I slapped the front of her pussy hard and her Suzie screamed out for more. 

I grabbed her face and said "You are about to be punished for being such a slut! And don't you dare come until I tell you that you can!" 

I spread her legs apart and began roughly pulled and twisting her pussy lips, both sets, until they were red and distended and hanging down away from her entrance. I pulled her outer lips way out and put one clothespin on each one, left and right, and then did the same to the inner ones. She made little noises like a ventriloquist and I could not even see her mouth moving. I slapped her breasts again and watched the clothespins move and pinch, then looked into her eyes and saw fear and lust, in equal proportions. Her Suzie signal said the same. I stepped back and circled around the bed, looking at her from all angles. She looked like the hottest raunchiest pinup girl ever! Her breasts were heaving as she took in big sobbing breaths. Her eyes were wide, and her pussy lips were like a bright red V handing down, supporting the light wood clothespins that swung with each breath. Her eyes followed me as I walked slowly around the bed, making her snap them around to track me as I did three complete circles around her. I could almost hear her wondering what would happen next. I had achieved surprise and excitement, now I should add slow anticipation, and let us both savor these feelings before the inevitable climax. I picked up the bag from the chain store, and looked into it like I could see something she couldn't. I shifted my gaze back and forth methodically between her ass and what was in the bag like a ham actor. She looked fearful, wondering what I was planning. She looked so hot!




My Only Talent Ch. 06



I reached into the bag, but pulled nothing out. "Did you ever play ping pong instead tennis, slut?" I asked rhetorically. "The speed of the head of the racket is the key to the stroke." I said. She looked at me like I was crazy. And I was, crazy to take care of her, crazy to get her off! Her Suzie signal warbled and wailed. She was ready. I took out the paddle, and showed her the little rubber studs on it, then continued my discussion for her benefit. "You know these are supposed to grip the ball and keep it against the surface for a little longer than just a plain surface would, and put a little more 'English' and spin on it." I pantomimed swinging it through the air, hitting things from various angles. "I am not sure what they will accomplish when the paddle hits flesh. Maybe a traditional paddle with sandpaper on it would be best for whipping your ass. If I strike flat against the ass, I imagine you could feel the grit of the sandpaper. With this paddle perhaps you will feel the little 'mesas' on the surface strike just before the 'valleys?' Will the little rubber mesas vibrate against your ass, I wonder?" I stroked toward her quickly, but stopped just short of actually hitting her. 

"With a sandpaper paddle, if I hit a glancing blow at an angle, I imagine it would be like a sanding block, and a little bit of tender flesh would be sanded off!" her eyes got big and her Suzie warbled. "But with these little rubber things, will they be springy and let go, or will they sort of grip the flesh and stick to it?" I made a show of measuring my position and lining up, and then delivered five quick, flat shots on each buttock. She quivered. There was a definite time course to each motion. There was a slap of the paddle hitting her buttock, then the shock wave making her ass vibrate, then making the clothespins on her pussy lips swing like little pendulums, and then finally the making the ones on her teats swing. The pussy lips swung back and forth faster than the more massive breasts. And just as I was getting fascinated with the frequency of the breasts swinging, another paddle strike hit her buttock and the wonderful little dance started again. I stopped after five strokes on each side and observed, like a careful naturalist. I needed a high speed camera to really study this properly. The first thing I noticed was that her Suzie signals continued to throb in time with both the motions of the clips on the nether lips and the motions of the breasts, like two little solos playing to two different tempos than the rest of the orchestra. Next I noticed that there was a lovely pattern of little red welts and white spots on her buttocks, a perfect negative of the pattern of little rubber protrusions on the paddles. Finally I noticed that there was thick gooey juice running down the insides of her thighs, and I was reminded of that old song that my parents used to play about a cake melting in the rain, but this concoction smelled nothing like sugary icing! 

"You are such a dirty slut! I spank you to punish you and it just makes your little slut pussy drip with goo! I will just have to try harder!" With that I delivered ten strokes per buttock, at a slight glancing angle. The pattern of welts softened and spread out, like using a blur tool in Photoshop. What a lovely canvas her ass was! Her humiliation signal peaked and topped out, but her excitement signal grew. It was time. I gave her ten more hard ones on each buttock, the grabbed her under her knees and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed. I pulled her legs up and with her arms pinned behind her she was completely helpless. I leaned down over her until my face was just inches from hers and focused on her Wedgewood blue eyes. I marveled at the little loops of muscle that corralled all those other little fibers around the edges, and then entered her pussy slowly while I watched her eyes. They pinpointed at first contact, and then widened and made little movements even smaller than a sideways glance. Her pussy felt like a hot water bottle with hot sticky jelly inside. I went all the way into her slowly and slowly pulled back out. I watched her eyes. They widened slightly as I slowly pushed back into her. I pulled back out and plunged in fast, and they got even wider. I tried to tell her with my eyes how wonderful she was, but this was not the time for tenderness. I began stroking her deep and accelerating my pace. Her Suzie signals said she was ready to come, desperate to come, but still I did not give her permission.

Her eyes were almost begging me for release, but I had a plan. I pulled out of her pussy, rammed into her ass, and then said "You can come, Lara!" Her name was my keyword for normal, and slut was the keyword for kink. I was trying to keep strict discipline of kink for anticipation and excitement and normal for pleasure and release. I pounded her ass mercilessly and she came really hard, her pupils bouncing between slits and doll's eyes rapidly. I stood up a little and leaned over her to get even deeper penetration in her ass, and then held her glance. I pulled off the clothespins on the side of one breast and she gasped and came. I moved my hand to another and let her recognize and anticipate that I was ready to pull another one, and when her Suzie signal began to spike again and I pulled another clothespin off roughly. She came. When I had all the pins off her breasts except the ones on her nipples, I changed positions for a little more friction in her ass and then when I shot hard inside her I pulled both clothespins off her nipples and she came really hard. I had for four or five more quivering spurts in her ass, and they were reflected with quivers in her eyes and waivers in her Suzie signal, which was still predominately excitement, not contentment. So I went to the final stage of my plan. 

I pulled out of her ass and began to gently lick her pussy, using both hands to pull her outer lips apart with the clothespins. I could see my semen dripping out of her little pink rosebud asshole just below my face. I licked her outer lips on both sides as they were held up, and then slowly pulled the pins up an away until the lips popped free. She gasped, and came again. I looked back up and her and smiled, then grabbed the pins on her inner lips and made it clear what was coming next. I pulled them up and away and licked both sides of the distended lips. They were warm, red, wet and tasty. When the clothespins popped off again she screamed and came again. I waited out the one second gap in her Suzie and then clamped my whole mouth around her clit and sucked for all I was worth. She came and vibrated and pushed her hips against me. Her ass moved and I realized more semen was leaking out of it. She shook and I sucked her clit and she may have come again, or just jerked more from the same orgasm. The she drew a huge breath and I moved up to kiss her on the mouth. Just as our lips almost met she moved her mouth down and took my chin between her lips and sucked on it. I realize she was taking some semen that was on my chin. She sucked and swallowed with relish, and then kissed me deeply, with a salty aftertaste. I reached around and removed the bindings from her arms, and picked her up and held her and kissed her. Tears filled both our eyes. I laid her back down on the non sticky side of the bed opposite the huge wet spot, and wrapped her in my arms and kissed her. She sobbed, then broke from the kiss and said, "I love you! I have never experienced anything like that!" and held me. We kissed and cuddled and just smiled stupidly at each other for a long time. 

She lured me into the shower and we washed each other and played with each other. I felt an incredible high. I knew I had made the right choice to please her, and I was now cautiously optimistic that my 'shaping' plan might work. She went into the kitchen and she made a Greek salad and some ice tea, and we ate and talked more about her trip and her father's upcoming visit. He liked to come early on a game day and walk around to see all the tailgate activity, then go into the alumni center and walk around, then go up to his seats at least an hour before the game. He entertained a lot of his sales force and business contacts at football games so he would have to devote a lot of his time at the game itself to that, but then he planned a dinner with just the three of us in the evening after the game. I asked if her dad had started dating again after her mother died, and she looked sad. "Well, lots of gold diggers went after him, and it made him gun shy. He is so afraid that someone is just going to put the moves on him for his money that he is paralyzed. I don't think he is really ever going to be happy again until he finds a woman he can trust. And right now my dead mother is still the only one he trusts."

Then she looked thoughtful, and continued "My daddy is probably going to ask you the old 'what are your intentions with regards to my daughter' question, so I thought I would ask you what you might say." She looked apprehensive. I looked thoughtful.

"Well, I will tell him and you the same thing, the truth. I am not looking to get married to anybody for at least 4 years. But you are one of the most beautiful and exciting women I have ever met and I really care about you. I can't say for sure that I am in love with you, but I can't say I am not either. I'm still trying to figure all this out and see if we can make each other happy. But I want nothing but the best for you and would never want to hurt you."

She sighed and took my hand. "That should be fine. You are so straightforward he will be able to see you are one of the good guys. I don't want to get married until after I graduate, and he doesn't want me to either. You are the first guy that ever 'tamed' me and did not let me dominate him, and you are the only guy to ever make me come, and you make me come like I never thought I could! You are the only man I have ever known that I would ever consider marrying, but right now I am yours to use any way you want and I am perfectly happy with that. I expect you are dating other women and that is fine, but I don't want to be with any man but you. And I do love you."

I smiled and kissed her. "Speaking of taming you, I am trying to understand what you need to get excited so I can please you. I don't want to go too far, but I also don't want to leave you lukewarm and unsatisfied, either."

She laughed. "What you did tonight got me so hot I thought I would melt! I will dream about it again and again. I didn't know if you were going kiss me or slap me, make love to me or torture me! But you did all of the above and I loved it."

I kissed her again. "Let's set up a 'safe' word, where if I do something that you just don't think you can handle, you can say the word and I will back off."

She looked. "OK, but I really don't think I will use it. I trust you to take care of me. You have already done things to me that I never thought I would like that I now dream about you doing again. About the only time I did not it like it was when you asked me what I wanted. I just want you to take me and make me do what you want!" Her eyes were frantic. "But if I need you to stop because I am having a heart attack or broke a rib or something, I will say 'Abilene' because that's where my mother was from."

We kissed and made 'normal' love again, and she had two shuddering orgasms to my one. Mine was a long time in coming and I slammed into her as a deeply as I could to get myself off, and she got more and more excited as I worked on her, but I did not detect any crafty signal at all, just excitement and the contentment. I wrapped her up in my arms in front of me and spoke in her ear "I am coming back here Friday afternoon. I don't know the exact time yet, but I will text you with the time as soon as I know. I want you to make some special preparations. Look online for a tight leather hood to go on your head that leaves your mouth and nose and chin open but covers your eyes like a blindfold. It would be best if it had handles on top, to grab and easily move your head where it needs to be. Get it here by Friday. Start a liquid diet Thursday at noon, and buy two more enema kits to use Friday before I arrive." She quivered in my arms, like she was shivering and cold, but her Suzie told me she was hot! "One minute before my arrival time, I want you to unlock the front door, and then put on your leather hood with the blindfold, and wear that and only that. Bind your hands behind your back and kneel ten feet from the door. After that, you will either be told what to do or it will just happen to you and you will have no choice. But I must warn you, it will be a whole level beyond what has happened to you before!" Her Suzie signals returned with a vengeance: strong, vibrant, but with a heady mix of fear and humiliation. She had no idea what was ahead, but she knew she would do it for me. It frightened her and excited her in equal measures, which was the perfect mix for my plan. If I could make anticipation and trepidation substitute for actual raw kinkiness, I could get her hot enough to come many times without ever going too far. I gave her one more kiss and headed for the dorm.

Since it was Monday night, I decided to review everything for my Tuesday classes. All was in order, with few assignments after exams at the end of last week. I confirmed I had done the reading for everything assigned on Tuesday, then remembered the short story from Rhetoric and Composition! Sarah's story was very similar to mine, except that her story went even further when Sarah, having been so stimulated and inspired by the TA's technique in cleaning my ejaculation out, insisted on returning the favor. So they both worked on getting me up again, and she used her hands to get me into the TA's pussy, and then cheered me on. In her story, after I came in the TA, Sarah went down on her and cleaned her up. Wednesday in class, I suppose my first question would be to ask the TA how the smoking cessation plan is working! I would also have to remember to remark to Sarah that her story was much more creative and inventive than mine, which must mean she was one of those 'smart girls' we spoke about. 

I hit the sack and slept like a baby, with no dreams that I remembered in the morning. I went to breakfast genuinely hungry, and maybe hoping to see Nora and explore things with her and Suzanne a little more. Not seeing her, or anyone else up as early as I was, I sat at a table alone and concentrated on the chow. At least, until Janet sat next to me and said "We have to talk!" I almost spit out my eggs. 

"What the hell did you do to Melanie?" Her facial expression made her look like a member of the Spanish Inquisition, about to go all medieval on me.

"Exactly what YOU asked me to, beautiful." I met her gaze evenly. "What's the problem?"

She paused. "Because you fucked her and now she is all fucked up. She is not the same girl anymore. At first I was very happy to see all that Goth shit gone and I didn't even know she had nice clothes like that. She looked so much better." I smiled a twisted smile. She did look better, on the outside. "When I told her how good she looked, she hugged me, then kissed me, then slipped me some tongue and grabbed my ass!"

I tried to look shocked, but I knew my Suzie signal early warning system had been right on target. "Well, you are very attractive, and didn't you tell me that you might want to try it with a woman someday?"

She laughed derisively. "Be with a woman maybe, but be raped by a wild woman, no. She was more aggressive that some of the asshole frat guys I hear other girls talking about in the lounge. And it would be too awkward with a roommate anyway, especially if she was as demanding as Melanie suddenly is. Just exactly what happened with you and Melanie?"

"You know I can't talk about it, anymore than I would tell someone else about what you and I did. Didn't Melanie tell you what happened?" 

She looked unhappy. "She just said it was much better than she thought it would be and that you popped her cherry and then made her come, and now she thought guys could be fun, and she wanted more!"

"You mean more from me?"

"No, not you again, just more other guys. She asked me if I wanted to go pick up a guy and have a threesome, or two guys and have a foursome, or X guys and have an (X+2 some), because if she does what she says she wants to she will need algebra to calculate how many guys and girls she screws!" My early warning was sadly prophetic. Janet looked thoughtful. "I don't want you to get near her again, because after tonight she will probably have done five of those 'you don't know where it's been' kind of guys, and she will be a walking STD case study."

I was not surprised, and I thought it might get worse before it got better, if it got better. "I never wanted to create a monster, just get her over her distrust of men. But it does look like your plan backfired."

She was livid. "My plan? You sorry bastard! You're the one with the overactive dick!"

Now I was mad. "As I recall, it was you and Lou, coming up with a plan of what was best for Melanie, and I reluctantly agreed. It was not my idea, it was yours!"

"You really are just another typical stupid male egotistical bastard! You can go fuck yourself, because you are never going to touch me again!"

I was stunned. I knew I really didn't understand women, and maybe never would. But wait, what was her Suzie saying? I tried to calm my emotions and just listen to her Suzie. It was saying it still wanted to do me. Maybe this was salvageable, but it would have to be on my terms. "I still want you, Janet. When you are ready to apologize to me, I will take you back. Let me know."

She almost slapped me. She drew her arm back and then stopped herself, but her facial expression said she wanted to do a lot worse to me. But her Suzie was saying 'wait a minute can't we still fuck this guy?' She stood up, turned her back to me, and walked away, very fast and emphatically. The bad news is that I didn't think she was coming back. The good news was maybe I had a little more flexibility in my future scheduling. I really needed to get scientific on my scanner sorter system for Suzies!

I made it to Rhetoric and Composition, and when I went through the door, I noticed that the TA did not reek of tobacco like she usually did. There was still some residual stink on her clothes, but her hair smelled nice and clean for a change. I saw Susan in the back and spoke to her just before class started. "Your story was more creative than mine. I guess you really are one of those smart girls who make better lovers." She smiled and was about to say something when the TA called the class to order. She began with an analysis of a book I had finished and read lots of online reviews and essays about. It was hard to stay focused. 

I began to think about how to most efficiently use my talent to scan for and find really good women for me. How could I make sure to detect the 'next Melanie' before I slept with her? Janet's comments about STDs made me think, too. I needed to know how could I use my talent to assess the 'riskiness' if one girl over another. I knew my 'receiver' was getting better, but how could I measure that? Did it improve with the number of girls I listened to, or with the number that I slept with? Was it a linear relationship, or square, or a cube, or? How much better would I get over time? How much could I really tell about a woman from listening? Could I just tell about her sexual tastes and urges, or could I learn to detect other things?

I forced my attention back to the class just as the TA was giving us a new assignment to go on a tour of one of the university collections that included many original manuscripts from great authors, and notes of how they planned and wrote their stories, and drawings and sketches they made. The idea was to get us to absorb some of their technique, and there would be a pop quiz next Monday that only people who had actually taken the tour could pass. 




My Only Talent Ch. 06



Ever compulsive to get my homework done so I could fully enjoy my weekend; I went over to the collection right after class, to see if I could fit a quick tour in before Engineering 101. There was no one around, from my class or any other, except a pretty girl with a name tag that appeared to be some sort of docent or guide, sitting at a desk near the entrance to the collection the TA had specified. She was wearing a very sophisticated and expensive looking sweater, blouse and long skirt, which was well chosen because even though it was still fairly warm outside, the air conditioning system seemed to have it down to just above freezing in this section of the building. As I approached closer, I saw that the girl was not just pretty. She had a strikingly beautiful, but slightly pudgy face, with deep brown eyes with a very intelligent expression. Her breasts were beyond voluptuous and Rubenesque to the 'BBW' and 'Juggs' magazine scale, and they obviously challenged the confines of her blouse and sweater, making it clear that she had huge pointy nipples and that they were hard as rocks in the cold air. I smiled as she looked up at me and got my first shock. 

She projected the clearest, most beautiful, almost coherent Suzie signal I had ever encountered. It was just as sweet as the wonderful clear tones that Nora had been suppressing, but it was loud as hell and clear as a bell. It was the Suzie signal equivalent of a great singer with perfect pitch, really belting out a tune, and it was for me! It stopped me in my tracks for a moment. I smiled my goofy smile as she stayed seated behind the little desk, and she caught me looking at her breasts. Her face showed disapproval but her Suzie added an overtone of what sounded like desperation. Why would I girl with a face this beautiful and a rack like that have any knowledge of desperation? I finally found my voice and told her why I was there. She smiled and said yes, this happened every year, and that they were regular tours at posted times. I looked at the sign, and frowned, telling her they conflicted with my class schedule. She graciously offered to give me a private tour in the time I had before my next class.

When she stood up I got my second shock. She had the biggest, boldest, bounciest, baddest ass I have ever seen in real life! It was beyond bubble butt to an almost cartoonish extent. It reminded me of that comedy sketch on Saturday Night Live where the whole family has huge butts, but it wasn't quite as over the top as the TV makeup. But baby definitely had back and back and more back! She caught me looking and I realized she had probably been teased about it her whole life. I just looked at her eyes and tried to say 'no offense', but then I got my third shock! I got an instant, pounding, pulsing, throbbing erection, and I was wearing my oldest and thinnest jeans and underwear. My erection showed easily through both layers of pants and was just as obvious as her nipples and perhaps more so. She looked down at it and then tried to look disapproving, but her Suzie signals were singing the halleluiah chorus. Almost involuntarily I pinged kissing her and she echoed. Pinged kissing her breasts and she echoed. Then I pinged a strong image of me pulling down that skirt and running my hands all over that giant ass, because my lizard brain wanted it. She echoed loudly. Then I sent and image of me dropping her big white panties to her ankles and kissing and licking her butt crack like a crazy man! 

She said "Oh God!" and sat back down in her chair, almost fainting. Her Suzie signal was so loud that I didn't know how she could possible generate it. I read her name tag: Peggy Duchenne. I held out my hand and she took it: and then shock number four! When I touched her it was like a direct connection to her Suzie. No need for pinging and echoes, I could hear her signals in real time and down to the slightest nuance. She was sending multiple images per second like an old Frank Field short film, with the same frequency and lust as Melanie had, but all the images featured me, and Peggy, doing everything physically possible and a few things that may or may not be physically possible. And the tones and overtones were clear, harmonious and completely undistorted. I tried to stay calm. "Shall we start our tour?"

She used my hand to pull herself back up and began walking with me, I did not let go of her hand. I am not sure I could have. She had the tour speech down to a tee, and strangely enough my emotions were so engaged that I was able to easily remember everything she said. I saw original manuscripts of books so famous even I had heard of them all, plus a Gutenberg bible, and some really incredible art. All the while her Suzie signal was singing arias. I thanked her profusely and then asked if we could go out sometime and what kinds of things did she like to do for fun? She seemed to have a well rehearsed speech, and it went something like "Oh, thank you I was glad to give you a tour and I am very busy and..."

I interrupted her. "Peggy. I will just keep coming back until you say yes, so save us some time!" 

She smiled and said "Do you really want to go out with me?"

I took her hand, which I was still holding, put it to my lips and kissed it gently, then I moved it down so that the back of her hand touched against my still hot and straining erection. She gulped and gave me her number, and said she liked to go to concerts, movies, and to go bird watching. I actually knew something about bird watching, thanks to driving my grandmother around to add to her species total. I told her I had to check my exam schedule but that I would call her next week to set up a date. She looked skeptical, but her Suzie soared again when I gave her a little pat on the ass as I left. 

I just made it to engineering and my erection slowly faded. Someone else presented an integral calculus review, but it did not sink in. I texted Oiler and he told me to come over tonight after supper. I hurried to the dorm, grabbed a box lunch, and changed into my running stuff. I was going to try to do 3 miles before Suzanne joined in, so I could establish ten miles total as my new baseline. I was feeling great by the time she joined me. "Hey, Animal! How was your weekend?" She looked even more spectacular than I remembered, and I was very glad to sense her pure and clear Suzie signal for me. 

"Eventful and tiring. I had exams Thursday and Friday, but I got ten miles in on Monday even without my hot looking training coach to help spur me on. I already did 3 before you joined up, and I am trying to make ten miles my new baseline."

"Excellent! It will be good for you. Once you get up to 15 or so, you will be ready to try your first Marathon."

"Let's talk about Nora, threesomes, and risk versus return" I said.

"Someone's been thinking. What brought that on?" she laughed.

"I always think, but this time I believe I reached some conclusions that I want to check out with you. First, are you really super attracted to Lou Baby, or did you just want to dominate her because she was bitchy to you on the way to the lake party? And if you had a threesome with me and some other female, would you still want to dominate her?"

She laughed. "With Lou its 90% she's a bitch, and 10% she's hot, plus it feels much 'safer' to me to dominate the other female, at least for my first time around, plus it really made me hot when you told me what you and Kevin planned for Lou. I was actually a little jealous. Why, do you have another candidate?"

I laughed. "Yes, but first the same question about Kevin for a threesome. Is he really hot from your point of view, or could another male be just as good or better?"

She laughed. "OK, but this is my last answer until you really explain yourself. Kevin seems safe because you seem to know him and trust him, especially after what you described for Lou. He's not particularly hot, but you did mention a 'big cock'? Now what the hell are you getting at with all this? What about risk and return? That I understand in the economic sense, but what do you mean?"

I ran for a minute and composed my thoughts. "Well, let's say we want to maximize the sexual excitement and satisfaction we get from any threesome we do, while at the same time minimizing the risks of us contracting STD's, ruining our relationship, or getting involved with someone that we later find out is emotionally toxic. 

She snorted. "I concur, Dr. Roberts, please continue to elucidate!"

I snorted back. "Don't you have to put one leg up on that little shelf in your shower for me to properly elucidate you? Seriously, though, you have heard the old saying about when you sleep with someone it's like sleeping with everyone they have ever slept with, from an STD point of view?"

"Yes, and I think you know where you are going. I slept with one boy in high school and one here on campus before I started dating Mike and only Mike after that. After the accident, Mike got every blood test known to man, and so did I to see if I could donate blood or skin to him. So we know I'm clean. How about you, Animal?"

It was a time for truth. "I slept with no one while I was in high school and one woman the summer before I came here. I know she was clean because she was a surgical nurse and she got tested 4 times per year for everything, especially HIV and hepatitis. I have been with three other women besides you. Two of the three were virgins. The other one has been tested and is clean and she is not sleeping with anyone but me."

"Whoa, back up a minute. How old was the surgical nurse?" 

"Thirty. She was a 'friend of the family" who had been widowed for three years."

"Quite a friend, I'd say. So she was like your 'sex teacher'?

"Yep. My parents made me promise to stay celibate until I was eighteen, which was in late May. Then I slept with this woman every night for three months, until I left to come here to school. "

"Wow! Did she teach you ass worship?" Suzanne laughed. I just smiled knowingly. It made my point.

"OK. So how do you know these other two were really virgins?"

"Felt the pinch and saw the blood."

"You really are full of surprises. Did you sleep with them after that first time?"

"One yes, and one no. But I'm not seeing either of them anymore, and they haven't slept with anyone else since me."

"So, one of them needs to be tested to be sure, plus you, but it sounds like pretty low risk." She looked thoughtful. "So if we introduce Lou or Kevin into the mix, it is a whole new set of risk factors, yes?"

"That's the way I see it. Kevin is doing wild frat stuff and trying like hell to get laid all the time. So far I think Lou is the only fish he has actually landed, so to speak, but that won't be true for ever. And Lou is a junior who is in a party hearty sorority, so it is highly likely that Kevin is not her first, by any means. So bringing either one of them into the picture is like doing both, and increases our risk level way above where we are now. So any threesome with them means much more risk"

"When you are right you are right. But there are no zero risk choices out there!"

I paused. "If you are talking about zero marginal risk, there is one." She looked shocked.

"Now that is something I think I know something about. Please explain."

"We can have a threesome with a submissive female for zero marginal risk."

She looked very thoughtful. She was working through the possibilities in her head. "So that female must be the one you are still sleeping with, and since you have already slept with her and me, and assuming she is really not doing anyone else, we are not taking on any additional risk?"

"Right the first time, beautiful! Smart girls are always the best."

"Not so fast. If we are being scientific, let's do the payoff matrix also. How hot is this woman compared to Lou?"

"Oh, so you are a lusty lesbo who wants to be scientific, too! OK. By first impression or looking at pictures, Lou is and 8.5 and this woman a solid 10. But since I know how hot this woman really is, not just how she looks, I am no longer objective, but she ranks way above a 10 on overall hotness, trust me."

She looked funny. "What did you rate me, based on first impression?"

I smiled, "10, but now I know what you are like and you are above 14 on the hotness scale, and I can no longer judge you objectively just based on looks."

"Well, Mister Hotness Judge, what does this woman rate on the hotness scale?"

"Also 14 plus. You are two are easily the hottest women on campus, if I do say so myself! Yet totally different in appearance."

"Do tell. Go on; describe us both like you would to some horny frat guy."

"Well, I would say that you are dark and dusky, petite, beautifully muscular, ultra fit, with a beautiful face and world class body, especially your legs and ass, and that you could have walked right out of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, except you are probably fitter than most of those models. She, in contrast, is six foot tall in her stocking feet, blonde, blue-eyed, voluptuous, also beautiful, not as fit as you are in terms of endurance, but still literally a champion athlete in her sport."

She looked thoughtful. "You are doing quite a sales job. How do you know she would agree to a threesome, especially how do you know that she would be submissive to me?"

I smiled. "She already has. Not with you specifically, but she is my sub. She will do anything I ask, without hesitation."

"So she is like a sex slave to you?"

"Yes. She willfully submits to me because it gets her hot to be scared and humiliated, and then once she gets hot, she can get off."

Time really flies when you are talking about threesomes! We only had a few laps to go. Suzanne asked "Is it like in the porno DVDs, does she get off on being whipped and hurt?"

"Not exactly, but all that stuff can get her excited enough that then sex acts can then get her off like crazy. But you can combine the two."

Suzanne looked very thoughtful. "I have lots more questions, but we don't have much more time. When would be our first chance to do this with her?"

"Friday afternoon." 

Suzanne looked shocked. "You mean the day after tomorrow?" Suddenly her Suzie signal spiked big time. It had all been academic until this instant. But now it could be real.

I pressed her a little. "Let's get a few more issues on the table and then talk again after we have a chance to think. I think we could find another guy that would be lower risk than Kevin, and still be as hot or hotter from your point of view, so think about what your 'specifications' are for that. Finally, we have another female candidate that is not zero risk, but I think very low risk, and potentially very high return: Nora Upmann!"

Suzanne stumbled and almost fell. Her Suzie went absolutely wild. "But you said she said she had never been with a girl!"

"She hasn't. But I think she wants to start with you, and I think she wants me, too. But she has trust issues, big ones. I think we should get her right in between us and tell her we both care about her and we both want her, and that she has to take a risk and trust us. Then we do our best to get her off like she never had it before. And our window of opportunity only goes through the end of the spring semester, then she is off to MIT, or The Sorbonne, or whatever, for her doctorate!"

We hit the sprint lap, and Suzanne did not talk, but I could tell she was thinking hard. She stayed silent thought the first cool down lap, and then she spoke. "Nora would not be submissive, would she? It would be on an "all three are equal" basis. Right?"

"Yes. I wouldn't want it any other way."

"And with your sub, she would be submissive to me?" her legs quivered and her Suzie signals warbled. 

I looked at her for a moment. "If I tell her to then she will. Or, you could both be submissive to me, or you, Suzanne could be submissive to her and she to me! What floats your boat? Her Suzie signals looped and popped and sputtered like an overloaded electrical grid. Then sweet little Suzanne got herself another prominent spot in my girlfriend hall of fame, when she said "Actually I could see myself enjoying all three. But for the first time, I would want her to be submissive to me."

We finished the final cool down lap. Suzanne looked at me and said "You are a horny little son of gun, but it turns out that I am to. Let me think and then we can talk some more."

I kissed her and said "You already know what you want, Suzanne. And I want what makes you happy! I thought you economics types were all about decisions." I watched her delightfully walking away.

I scarfed down my box lunch on the way to the room, and took a quick shower. I just made my first afternoon class. Both of my afternoon classes piled on the homework. I got back to the room, and started in on my homework, intent on knocking off a few items before dinner. Then Kevin came in.

"What the hell happened with you and Lou's friend? Lou says she gave up being a Goth, but is now some kind of sex maniac, and it is entirely your fault!"

"Lou and Janet both asked me to take Melanie's virginity. They thought it would help her, but I don't think it did. And Melanie agreed to it, too, so I'll take 1/4 of the blame, but that is all!"

"Lou said Melanie almost assaulted Janet, and that Melanie has already brought two strange guys back to the room and fucked them. Janet had to study in the floor lounge this afternoon. Janet wants to move out, and Lou says they should have you arrested!" Luckily I had the signed consent form. I called Janet. I got the message that says something like "At the request of the subscriber, we cannot complete your call." Holy Shit! Now I was upset again. I called Melanie's cell, and got her voicemail. There was a new greeting, delivered like a vampy sing song poem: 

"This is Melanie Manchester. Hopefully, I am getting fucked and how; And cannot answer your call right now; If this is a booty call, leave your number; Because I can take it all, and I'm a real comer!"

I may not be a licensed psychologist, but I think Melanie had switched from punishing her parents by being a Goth, to punishing them by being a slut! Not an improvement. I walked down to Janet's floor, and saw no one in the lounge. I walked on to the room and heard what I assume was the sound of enthusiastic fucking, accompanied by Melanie's loud and profane narration. But then I detected something much more awful and terrifying: the most discordant, off key, horrible set of Suzy signals I have ever heard! They were the Suzie equivalent of a dozen big fingernails on a blackboard. I could detect some normal excitement and desire in their somewhere, but it was almost blotted out by the other signals. It was like a tumor taking up all the space and blood supply in the body and displacing and starving the normal organs. 

My parents both had early responder training for emergencies, and I knew they would recommend an early intervention. I could only think of one thing to try. I knocked on the door and tried to disguise my voice and lowered it two octaves. "Ms. Manchester, this is Mr. Mumble from the university facilities office. Your parents are here to see you, and I would rather you open the door than me opening it with a master key!" 

There was some shuffling and movement inside, then I heard Melanie say "No, stay right where you are!" If my theory was correct, Melanie would be happy to have her parents view the scene she was creating, and the more lurid the picture the better. The door swung open. Sure enough, Melanie was naked, and so were the two guys she was with. One of them looked to be about 40, the other about 30. The both looked like 'urban outdoorsmen' to use the politically correct term, and they smelled of rancid perspiration, patchouli oil, marijuana, and a few other things I did not recognize. She probably picked them up on the commercial street just off the western edge of campus, where they panhandle when they did not have money and bought dope when they did. Janet kept a tennis racket on her bookshelf, and I picked it up and got ready for backhand and forehand drills, and said "Take a hike, now!" 




My Only Talent Ch. 06



The older one, who seemed less stoned, grabbed his stuff off the floor and booked it out the door. The younger one, who seemed really messed up and still had a greasy erection, too, took a step toward me instead of the door. A quick backhand eliminated the erection immediately, and brought both his hands down to cover the affected area. The return forehand whistled onto his left buttock with a resounding smack, and he began to consider an early exit! But he did not do it quickly enough to avoid another backhand that whistled past his groin, deliberately missing it, followed by another forehand smash to the ass. He shot through the open door. I kicked his stuff through it behind him, and closed and locked it. I put the racket back on the shelf. Melanie looked at me with a shocked expression, and then her face twisted into a snarl! I was not ready for any more bitchy criticism, but I was also at a loss for words.

Suddenly all my anger and disgust boiled to the surface! I was terrified by the dark and awful signals that I had heard from Melanie, and my emotions were whipped to a negative frenzy by the look and smell of the two guys that had been on the bunk with her. I was disgusted with her parents and stepfather that had messed her up so badly, and I was mortified by the way she had chosen to deal with it. I was disgusted with myself for not seeing the problem beforehand. My adrenalin reaction after driving off the two guys was still coursing through my veins and a part of my little monkey was really sorry they did not stick around to get killed. Somehow I bundled all this up in one big ugly package and sent out the mother of all Suzie signal pings, directed right between Melanie's ears! I sent my disgust and revulsion, I sent images of her and Janet being gang raped in an alley by more like the two losers that were just here. I sent images of the diseased, deformed or dead children she might never have. I sent the vivid and disgusting color images of primary, secondary and tertiary syphilitic lesions that I suddenly realized that my parents had used to keep me celibate for so long. I sent images of Melanie drunk and filthy and dying in the gutter as other people's healthy children walked around her, and I sent my fear that she would destroy herself to get revenge against her parents instead of just getting away from them. I visualized all these awful images coursing through her brain and shorting out all the evil connections and breaking open a path for new ones.

Her expression changed from an angry snarl to awful pain. The blood left her face and she burst into tears and fell to her knees. I sat on the floor next to her and she sobbed and keened and rolled into the fetal position with her head on my leg. She rocked and cried and cried and my pants legs were soaked with her tears. I put my arms on her shoulders and tried to shush her like you would a crying child, but she was inconsolable. I don't know how long I sat there, but it got completely dark outside, and still she sobbed and rocked. Then I heard a key in the lock, and I hoped it wasn't the campus cops coming to take me into custody. The door opened and a girl I did not recognize peeked in, with Janet right behind her. Janet started to yell, the other girl, who turned out to be the RA for the floor, said "Hush, this is the guy that ran them off!" Janet quieted down and then they both came in and closed the door behind them. Janet sat on the other side of Melanie, and when Melanie recognized her, she said "Oh, God, Janet, I am so sorry", and then returned to sobbing. 

Janet took over holding Melanie's head off of the floor and I stood up to talk to the RA. "So you saw the two guys?"

"Yes, real fine citizens!" she said "and they were surprisingly fast!" I told her we needed to get Melanie medically checked for STDs and any other damage right away, but we could not allege rape because she probably had invited them in. She said she understood, and would take care of that and the paperwork needed. She and Janet got Melanie up and took her into the bathroom and started up the shower. I picked up Melanie's phone and tried to change her voicemail greeting. Luckily her password was 1234, and I deleted the greeting so that it reverted to the carriers' pre-recorded message. I put the phone in the charger on the desk, and realized that I was suddenly just barely able to stand up! It had been a disturbing afternoon, and I had missed dinner, too. 

I stumbled to the elevator and went back up to my floor, getting some peanut butter crackers at the vending machine and drinking a lot of water directly from the faucet in the bathroom. I stumbled onto the bed and fell asleep in my clothes. I didn't even notice the text from Oiler asking where I was, and did I still want some calculus help?

My alarm went off at the 'regular' time on Thursday morning, but I felt anything but regular. I did feel really hungry, even more ravenous than normal. I know I had run a lot, but I think sending that big Suzie ping was more tiring than the running! I had a strong desire for protein, and I really chowed down at breakfast, and did not notice Nora until she touched my shoulder. I jumped.

"Hi." She smiled so beautifully. "How are you doing?" 

I detected some of those sweet but muffled Suzie notes from her. I smiled at her, and I realized that just seeing her made things better. "I had a rough day yesterday. Classes were okay but I got thrown off my routine and I am having trouble waking up."

She touched me shoulder. "Me too, having Monday off always seems weird. Yesterday I decided to take nap before supper and had a nightmare. I woke up in a cold sweat. I was dreaming about dead babies and young girls laying in the gutter, and sick people with leprosy or some kind of bad skin disease. It was awful!"

That timing and imagery could not be a coincidence! I decide to change the subject. "Let's talk a little more about our 'talents'. If you opened up all your signals to me without blocking anything, would I be able to tell how you really feel about me?"

Her eyes went wide. "Yes, I suppose so."

I continued "And if I sent you all my feelings, could you tell that was genuinely the way I felt about you?"

"Yes, I think so." She sighed.

"Well, I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours!" I touched her shoulder tenderly.

She looked like she was about to cry. "I wish it was that simple" she said weakly.

"It is that simple, and it's also a risk return matrix. We can't have a wonderful relationship unless we take a risk and open up a little bit! I tell you what, I will show you mine and then you can decide whether or not to show me yours!"

She looked scandalized. "But you and I are not the only..." She stopped as I limbered up my sender and let her have it. First me tenderly kissing her lips, then she returns the favor. She quivered and some Suzie signals leaked out, but her face looked guilty and worried. Then I sent an image of Suzanne kissing her tenderly, and she kissing Suzanne. Her eyes suddenly dilated in surprise. Then I sent all three of us together, gently kissing each other around and around in a circle. She drew in breath and a strong, beautifully formed Suzie signal popped out. 

I asked her "Are you letting that out or did it just get out without you meaning it to?" She looked panicked. 

"I am doing my best to hold it in!" She shook and sweat broke out on her brow.

"You know Suzanne and I both think you are wonderful, and we both want you to trust us. Can you do that?"

"I have been trained so long not to trust anyone that it has become automatic!"

"Let me ask you this: are there any other risks other than somehow destroying your existing relationship with both of us? 

"Is that all! I would be devastated if that happened!"

"But not moving forward is a risk, too! And we have a limited window of opportunity. You will be going somewhere else for your doctorate. We do not want to miss out with you!"

She looked panicked again. I needed to go, but I added "We need to sit down together, the three of us, and take some time to talk this out."

She looked frozen again, and said nothing. I had to talk to Suzanne and work out a plan.

My Thursday classes were routine, and I was starting to get back on track. By dinner, I felt like I had a handle on everything and was ready for Friday, except for calculus. I suddenly remembered Oiler. I texted him, and he said come by tonight after 8. I was famished again by dinner time, and I was there when the line opened up. I went through the line three times and finally felt full. I took a nap, and then I ambled over to the 'UDP Port' for a little calculus help. 

Oiler came down from upstairs when I showed up at the door, and took me back to a big room with a pool table. There was a really hot looking girl playing pool with Oiler. I had never seen her before, because I would have remembered. She was not sending a thing for me or for Oiler, but she knew how to play pool and to look hot as hell doing it. Every time she leaned over or bent back for a shot either her breasts or her inverse heart shaped ass was prominently displayed. If she was a pool hustler she would definitely be able to completely distract and befuddle almost any guy. 

Oiler introduced me to Esmeralda Estigoy. She was roughly Suzanne's size and complexion, but with very exotic features and a flashing smile, and she was graduate student in mechanical engineering! She walked me through all the physics of the game of pool, based on conservation of energy and described everything with equations. Then she began to set up particular shots and ask me what would have to happen to make the shot work. We described the requirements and then we set up several simultaneous equations and put them on the white board for solution. She stepped from the simple to the complex, but all of them involved at least two integrations to solve. She walked me through them just like Oiler had, and made me answer all the questions for myself, and then demonstrated the shot for me. It seemed like each more complex shot required her to lean over further and show more leg or cleavage to demonstrate it. I wanted to keep that progression going. My mind was racing to the next step. She smiled every time I got a right answer, and then she would unbutton another button or hike her skirt a little more, as if to say "if you get this one, I'll show you this!" When I would get the answer, she would catch me looking and just smile at me, but she was leaking Suzie signal excitement. I began telling her how hot she was and how wonderful a teacher she was and her excitement signal leaked even more. I tried to focus on her modulation and got glimpses of her and a blond haired older man. When I got through the final problem, a complex Masse' bank shot, she grabbed me and hugged me. Two things happened at that point. Her hard little nipples pressed into my chest, and my hard cock pressed into her thigh. We both felt them clearly. She leaked anticipation and excitement, not for me, but for the older guy. Suddenly I got it! She was looking forward to telling him about flirting with me, because it would get them both hot!

I smiled and thanked her for one of the most enlightening and enjoyable science lessons ever, and told her that I had never known math could be so stimulating. She laughed and said she hoped that I enjoyed calculus more in the future, and I winked and said that I hoped that she had a great story time at home tonight. Her jaw dropped and her eyes got huge and simultaneous embarrassment and excitement signals came through strongly. "If you ever need to craft some even more exciting stories to tell, I will be glad to help!" I grabbed her ass under the pool table and give it a little squeeze as I kissed her cheek! Even with her dark complexion, I could see her flush, even if I couldn't have heard her gasp. Her Suzie signal sounded loud and clear. She looked at Oiler, and he said "I told you so!" She said she had to go, and hugged us both, and we both watched her walk away until she was out of sight. 

I looked at Oiler, and he said "I know, I know, she is as hot as a string of firecrackers, but we are just friends. I have known her since fourth grade. She is totally in love with an associate professor of Education. They are engaged."

Firecracker was exactly the right image for her. "What did you mean that 'you told her so'?"

"I told her about you finding Gretchen for me, and pointing out some girls to the other guys, and that you seemed to have remarkable insight into females. She was really giving you the prick tease treatment, but that's one of her boyfriend's theories: people learn better if you involve their sex drive!"

"Well it certainly worked for me. I will never feel the same about integral calculus, and I will never forget the basic physics of pool. I desperately wanted to get each new problem right, and maybe she would show me a little more hotness! What does he call his theory?"

"He calls it 'monkey vulva something', but I don't remember exactly. I'm sure she will tell him all about it how well it worked for you tonight!"

I was certain she would tell him that, and a few other things, too. Oiler went on tell me about his beautiful tall Gretchen and how wonderful she was and how great they were for each other. He told me to be sure to plan to come to the big Halloween party at UDP, because it was the event of the year, the costume contest was always spectacular because the women always tried to 'out sexy' each other, plus they had a new band playing that was going to blow everyone's minds. I thanked him again and he slapped me on the back and said anytime, and reminded me to come by the UDP tailgate BBQ if was going to the game Saturday. 

I slapped him on the back for a change and headed back to the dorm. I looked over the calculus material for Engineering 101, and it made sense to me now. I double checked all my homework and everything was squared away. I went to sleep feeling better than I had since the Melanie meltdown, and I hoped she was okay. 

I awoke hungry and horny, so the morning felt normal and good. I got to Rhetoric and Composition; the TA continued to smell better as I passed by on the way to my seat. It must be a new outfit, too, because there was no lingering tobacco smell on it. Sarah was already there and asked me to come with her for a minute, and she took me by the hand. There were some other students around the TA's desk, so Sarah had to play it 'straight'. 

"Hi, Ms. Wyrickie. We just wanted to see how the smoking cessation program was coming along?" She did put a lot of emphasis on the word 'coming' but I think only the TA noticed it. Sarah moved us closer so we simulated standing above her, even though she was sitting and not on her knees. 

Ms. Wyrickie looked nervous but held our gaze. "So far, so good" she said. "One day at a time."

Sarah smiled. "Some of the people I know that have quit tell me that in only a few weeks, things really taste better!"

Ms. Wyrickie gulped out loud. Sarah smiled and led me back to our seats. Class proceeded without incident after that. On the way out, Sarah mentioned something about supplemental motivation.

Professor Lillehammer was in fine form in Engineering 101, and waxed eloquent about the importance of melding theory with practice and learning from real live examples. I was sort of drifting off and he must have caught me, because he said "Don't you agree Mr. Roberts?"

I managed not to say 'what' and instead just said "Yes, Sir." 

He was not finished with me. "Perhaps you would lead us in an integral calculus review for the rest of the class, and include real world examples we can all hang our hats on?" There was laughter and some 'ohs' and uh-oh's from the class. I stood and walked to the board, and I noticed there was a nice looking dark haired girl in the front row. She was not as hot as Esmeralda, but she did remind me of her, and she was smiling at me (or maybe laughing at me!), but not sending anything for me. 

I began putting the billiards equations of motion and conservation of energy and resulting problems on the board, and began working through them as Esmeralda had taught me. I found myself looking at the dark haired girl in the front row and hoping she would lift her skirt or open up her top button on her blouse, but no luck so far. But every time I completed a problem, I remembered Esmeralda and got a little more turned on. During the next to the last problem, the girl in the front row slid down in her chair, which exposed about 50% more of her legs below her short skirt, and they were pretty nice legs. Just as I started the last problem, she shrugged her shoulders and her little blouse slipped down, exposing one shoulder, her long neck, and the top half of one breast right down to the top of the nipple. Uh-oh. Suddenly her unintentional display and the memories of Esmeralda started the tide rising in my pants and I could do nothing to stop it.

I pressed on with the solution to the final set of equations, but that necessitated me turning to the board and back to the audience, and the side view made my problem the most obvious. The girl in the front row was holding her hand over her mouth, but was staring right at my crotch, and I noticed most of the other girls looking too. Most of the guys were looking away and pretending there was nothing to notice, like I was. But a couple were not looking away at all, and I was able to identify Suzie signals one a 'new wavelength' that I had heard before but never identified. I finished the problem, and without thinking of the consequences, I asked if there were any questions. A girl in the back immediately said, "Does calculus really turn you on?" and the entire class guffawed. Lillehammer dismissed the class and I stayed at my seat until everyone else had left.

This, plus my new goal of completing 3 miles before Suzanne arrived, meant that I had to skip lunch altogether and just change clothes and start running quickly. I stretched and hit the track, trying also to run at a slightly faster pace. Suzanne joined at 3 miles, and I was feeling pretty good, especially to see her. She started the conversation before I could. "I had a talk with Nora. She is still struggling. She said she had some trust issues in general and with what her family taught her about men and sex in general. She wants us back off and give her more time. She is going home over Christmas break and she implied she would have to talk to her parents about 'family traditions' whatever that means. So she will come to us at the beginning of next semester to talk some more."

We continued running. My father, the master salesman, had taught me that sometimes you have to let the customers close themselves. I waited for it. She began. "Tell me what will really happen if I was to 'help' with your submissive girlfriend?"

"Well, I have a general plan for her to give her escalating 'kinky' stimuli to get her excited, and then give her 'normal' stimuli to get her off. The kinky stimuli generality involve humiliation, like verbal abuse, or performing degrading or forced sex acts, or embarrassing exposure, or pain, like spanking, whipping, or pinching. The sex acts are usually pretty normal, but with lots of accompanying talk, extra force, or in combination with pain. She is not allowed to come until I give her permission, so the tension builds up, and when I do let her get off, it is usually pretty intense. After she comes, she feels not just normal release and relaxation, but a huge endorphin rush and a wave of happiness and contentment. During that period, there is lots of hugging and kissing and normal 'cuddling' stuff. Sometimes that whole cycle repeats for another round. This afternoon I need your help primarily with the humiliation part."




My Only Talent Ch. 06



"Could you give me an example of combining 'normal' sex and pain?" Her Suzie signal began singing excitement. Raucous, buzzing, curious excitement

Oh my. I think my sweet Suzanne is already a closed customer! She just wants me to recite and amplify the features and benefits for her again, and I thought I knew how to do it most effectively. "Well, for example, imagine if I stripped you, tied your hands behind your back, and put you up on a kitchen table where you knew someone was watching besides me, and clipped clothespins onto your nipples. Then I spanked your ass with a ping pong paddle until it was bright red, and with each stroke, the clothespins made your breasts shake and sway and the clothespins twist and turn and make you feel them even more."

I looked over at her. Her eyes were wide and her face was flushed.

"Then I pulled you to the edge of the table, spread your helpless legs, and began penetrating your pussy just as hard and deep as I could, and I kept going for a long time, so that you were dying to come but I did not give you permission. I kept fucking you until you were literally begging for an orgasm. I would make you wait even longer, and then just as I finally tell you that you may come, I rip both clothespins away from your nipples and I shoot inside you!" 

Her Suzie signals rose like an approaching siren. She stumbled. We stopped. She put out a hand and steadied herself on me. Luckily there was no one running right behind us. Her nipples were showing through her sports bra and tee shirt like bullets. She was so beautiful. We started up again, but she was still a little unsteady.

I continued. "So this afternoon, you first job will be to watch, and we have to make sure she knows that you are watching. She will be blindfolded, so I want you to loudly strut right by her across her wooden floor, so there will be the unmistakable sound and smell of some hot woman entering the room to watch."

She was literally mouth breathing, and I knew it wasn't the running. I continued.

"Then I will do a lot of things to her while she knows you are watching. Criticize her, call her a slut, paddle her, twist her nipples, and try to maximize both her humiliation and her excitement. Then when I know she is really, really excited, I will add one more sexual humiliation, the same one you were planning for Lou!"

She stumbled again, but did not fall. 

"I will probably make her beg for it. Then tell her she is such a slut for wanting it. Then as she does it to you I will tell her it just proves what a dirty slut she is, and spank or whip her for it. I will make her get you off. Then I want you to face fuck her like you do me sometimes until you come several times."

"You think she will like that?"

"Maybe not as much as I do, but that's not the point. The point is that you are using her to get yourself off, making her submit for your pleasure. That's what turns her on. But you can never show any sort of weakness or even mercy or hesitation, otherwise you will just turn her off!" 

Suzanne's face displayed a feral grin. She could do this all right!

"Then I will do something to transition her from humiliation to pleasure. She should be so hot that it won't take much to get her ready to come. After she comes, we will take off her blindfold and kiss her and cuddle her and hug her like a good little puppy." 

Her contentment Suzie seemed to like that part too. "What happens after that?"

"We will probably all make dinner and talk and get to know each other better. You will like her, she is smart and vibrant and full of life! Then we may do another 'session' with her."

Suzanne ran in silence for a while. We only had about a mile to go. "So you have studied and planned all this for her, just to make her come?"

"It's not just that. With many submissives there is the danger of accommodation, in that they will need more and more 'kinkiness' over time to get excited. I don't want Lara to have to go so far that it becomes excessive and may be a danger to her. I am trying to 'train' her to be excited enough by the uncertainly and anticipation, and not knowing what will happen, then get her off with more and more normal sex and make her feel the rush from being happy and held and not need more and more extreme kink. If we do a great job for her, today will be so memorable for her that just hearing the sound of your shoes going across the floor will bring it all back and get her all excited enough all by itself."

We finished our 10 and started the cool down laps. Suzanne's Suzie signal was still bubbling and popping actively. "I am a little jealous. You take really good care of this girl. Does she know how much work it is for you?" Her eyes were flashing.

"No, and don't tell her. But she is completely honest with herself and me about what she needs and wants, and you have to respect that. Oh and one more thing. We have a 'safe word' for her. If we go too far for her to handle, or if something is physically wrong with her and we have to stop, she will say "Abilene". 

We finished the cool down and started walking toward her office. This was the moment of truth. "What time can you be ready to leave campus for her place?"

She didn't hesitate. "I have to take a shower, so 5 pm."

I smiled. She looked at me. "What?"

I smiled again. "No shower allowed, Suzanne."

She stopped in her tracks, and her Suzie signal spread out and warbled and fizzed. "Oh my!" she said. Boy was I ever looking forward to this afternoon! 

"Then make it 4:30. I will meet you right outside the economics building. By the way, what happens in the second session?"

I smiled my most evil smile. "Uncertainty and anticipation can work for you to, can't it, Suzanne?"

I took out my phone and texted Lara to be ready as instructed for 'us' to arrive at 4:45 PM, and to have her box of restraints and whips out and open for me to use. I shut my phone off, so even if she sent a question back she would know I did not get it and would not answer. Let her stew in her own juices a little bit. I hope the pot would really be boiling by the time we got to Lara's place! It's tough work, but it's my duty.



My Only Talent Ch. 07



Chapter 07

An Unexpected Complication

I left my Friday afternoon class and watched for Suzanne to emerge from the Economics building while I sat on a bench outside the Business School. She showed up at 4:20 and looked around anxiously, dressed up more than usual, in a short skirt with lots of makeup, her hair up high, and thigh high black boots with high heels. I know that women sometimes dress to impress other women, but I had never really considered this particular scenario before. My, my, this is going to be an interesting afternoon! I was grinning from ear to ear. I waited until 4:29 and then approached her from the side. 

She jumped when I called her name. "Let's go." I said. "We don't want to be late!" I held her hand and we started walking toward Lara's place. I tuned into Suzanne's Suzie signals and listened in passive mode. They were a complex and rich mix of excitement, curiosity, fear, and anticipation. It was sweet stuff. I wondered how much Lara would have made of the content of my text message that mentioned 'us' instead of just me and how worked up she would be? Even I hadn't decided how far to push things in our 'second session', figuring I would wait and see how things went early on. As we went up the elevator I reminded Suzanne that Lara would be blindfolded, so she had to make sound and smell work for her, and use a strong voice and act like a real dominatrix, and to not show any mercy or hesitation. She gulped when the elevator stopped on Lara's floor.

I gave her some final instructions. "Once we are inside the door, I want you to be completely silent and stand completely still for at least a minute. Spend your time looking at Lara and wondering what it will be like to have her touch you. Then when I give you the thumbs up, I want you to strip naked and make sure Lara can hear and visualize what you are doing. Then just stand silent for another full minute and let her wonder what will happen next. Then I will take over and you will follow my instructions." She gulped again as I turned the knob and opened the door. 

Lara had done just as instructed, and she was a picture right out of everyman (and many women's) fantasies. She was kneeling naked about halfway between the front door and her coffee table. Suzanne gasped involuntarily when she saw her. Lara had chosen a garish electric blue leather hood that covered her eyes and the top of her head and ran under her chin to fully encase, stretch, and highlight her long neck, but let two shining blonde pigtails escape in the back, and left her nose, mouth, cheekbones, and chin fully exposed. It had three leather handles attached to the top of it, roughly corresponding to the X, Y, and Z axes of motion that her head could take. Her hands were bound behind her back. She was already breathing excitedly and her nipples were perky and impossible to ignore as her big breasts heaved. Her lips were done in a bright red lipstick shade directly across the color wheel from that blue leather, and she looked hotter than any volcano! We both just stared at her for much longer than the 60 seconds I had suggested!

Then I began, sounding as loud and Stentorian as I could. "Slut, this is Mistress Suzanne. She will be assisting in your training." I paused for effect and Lara's breathing got even more audible. "You must do your utmost to please her. She is very demanding." 

Suzanne walked until she was about two feet in front of Lara, and each footfall was a resounding click of high heels on the wooden floor. She paused for a moment, and then slowly and audibly unzipped the zipper on her skirt, and dropped it obviously to the floor. Her blouse and bra followed, and I wanted to fall to my knees and worship her myself. Then she took off her panties and draped them over her Lara's head, with the crotch right in front of Lara's nose! I saw that Suzanne had shaved her little landing strip away and there was just simply a pink perfection confection between her amazingly strong legs. Her six pack abs flexed and she put her hands on her hips and posed like a conquering Amazon. Lara couldn't see it, but I could and it rocked my world. Suzanne stood with only those big black thigh high boots on and with her shining black hair up high, an absolute vision. Lara's face turned beet red, her respiration rate went up further, and I swear I saw her nipples flex and then loosen repeatedly. Her Suzie signal took on that crazy 'fuzz box' effect that said she was in brand new territory and so excited that it almost hurt. 

Suzanne noticed the box of 'toys' on the coffee table and loudly rummaged about in it, selecting a riding crop and slapping it hard against her boots, making an unmistakable sound of leather on leather that echoed in the room. Then she began to ad lib! She touched Lara's chin with the tip of the riding crop and lifted her face up just a little, causing the surely fragrant panties to dangle right down against Lara's nose, and said in a voice absolutely dripping with disdain "Is this...." she paused, leaving out the obvious 'disgusting, pitiful' and a thousand other words her tone conveyed "even worth training?"

Lara's Suzie signal sent waves of humiliation, followed almost immediately with an even larger wave of excitement. Suzanne had certainly found the right character to excite Lara! It was my turn to give a good performance for her now.

"Observe for a few minutes, and help me find the proper punishment and training." I picked up the short whip with multiple black leather strips, and began walking around Lara, slapping at first her ass, then her thighs, then the back of her calves. I flogged them in sequence until she was anticipating and flinching, then changed the order, and added her breasts. She soon grew red all over. Her Suzie signal soared even higher, but I began to hear Suzanne's to, and it was not shocked at all. Suzanne would have been happy to dish out the same treatment, or get it herself, and her excitement level grew each time I struck Lara!

Suddenly I dropped my clothes and Suzanne stared at my now throbbing and maximum erection. Whipping Lara did that to me every time. I grabbed the handles on the leather hood and thrust my cock into Lara's mouth and down her throat in a single slow motion. She screamed a muffled scream and I just roughly fucked her mouth! I heard a new aspect to Suzanne's Suzie signal then. It was like a yipping coyote pack, and with half the pups saying 'oh no' and half saying 'hell yes'! Then Lara's signal joined in with frantic excitement that verged on panic. I pushed the panties up on top of her hood. Lara's breath whooshed loudly through her nose, and her nostrils flared like a racehorse on the backstretch. Soon little flecks of snot sprayed out with each exhalation. Lara's pussy smell filled the room, and juice dripped down the insides of her thighs. I slowed my motion a little bit and Lara surged and sucked to try to get me down into her throat more. I looked over at Suzanne and her eyes were wide, her nostrils were flaring too and her little nipples were like red pebbles on her perfect chest. I knew Lara was ready for what came next, and I hoped Suzanne was!

I took my cock out of Lara's mouth and said "Stick your tongue out and hold still, slut!" 

Lara was still shaking and breathing hard, but she tilted her head back a little and stuck her great big healthy pink tongue out as far as she could. I held my dick up over it and frantically frigged myself just as my orgasm overtook me. I shot big dollops of hot come right on her tongue and she hummed and swallowed and stuck her tongue out for more! Suzanne was absolutely beside herself, her signal sending half excitement and half revulsion, which then shifted to humiliation, and then morphed almost instantly into even more burning excitement. Amazing stuff. 

Finally Lara concluded I was through shooting and she took the end of my dick in her mouth and sucked for all she was worth. That's my girl! I finally took it out and Lara gasped for breath. I let her take a few breaths and then put her back on the floor on her knees and picked up the whip again. Juice still dripped down her thighs and her smell still dominated the room. I began circling her and whipping her lightly again. "Look at you slut! You just finished being punished for being a slut, and the first thing you want to do is gobble my come with that slut mouth! And still your slut pussy drips goo down your legs! Have you no shame?"

Her breathing got even faster, and I continued to slap her with the leather strips. Suzanne's smell began to be more apparent: maybe she had already figured out what was coming next. I motioned to Suzanne to stand in front of Lara. I grabbed those head handles again, this time from behind, and positioned her head about two inches from Suzanne's shiny, slippery and surely savory shaved but un-showered snatch. Suzanne, improvising again, began using the crop to lightly whip Lara's ass and thighs. "What do you smell slut?" I asked her.

Lara's nostrils flared even wider than before. She literally quivered all over. I looked at Suzanne. Her legs were quivering too. Their two Suzie signals soared and swooped like giant maneuvering birds. I was reminded of sitting in the back seats of a jetliner with two rear mounted engines that are running at almost the same RPM but not quite, and there were strong surging beat frequencies generated between the two engine's frequencies! Watching Suzanne methodically stroke Lara with that crop was also having a direct effect on me and making me even hotter, and it made me determined to give Lara the full treatment. 

"You smell a pussy don't you slut? And you want to smell more don't you?" She shivered.

"You are not allowed to kiss it. You are not allowed to lick it. You are only allowed to smell it. So keep your mouth closed and your nostrils open, slut!" I used the handles to put her nose right next to Suzanne's pussy, which was clearly wet with excitement, and had already been plenty pungent since our running with no shower afterward. I really envied Lara right now, because I knew how wonderful that pussy was, and how amazing were the muscular legs it was attached to. Lara's Suzie signal betrayed her lust, and she sobbed and sniffed loudly. Suzanne continued her stroking, now concentrated on Lara's ass.

"Look at you slut. You are dripping even more juice, and shivering. Why, I almost think you want to lick that juicy pussy in front of you! "

Lara was like a pig finding truffles. She was absolutely fascinated with Suzanne's smell and was completely focused on it. Suzanne picked up the pace, slapping the crop against Lara every two seconds or so.

"Are you ready to admit that you are a hopeless dirty slut and that you really want to eat that pussy?" Lara groaned way down in her throat and another skyrocket Suzie signal of humiliation rose above the already loud cacophony of signals she was sending. Another little bottle rocket launched every time the crop struck here. There were a thousand rockets in the air, and they were all about to explode.

I detected a new signal from Suzanne! She was afraid Lara was not going to do it, or perhaps she was afraid that she was!

"Yes!" she sobbed.

"Yes what, slut?" I demanded.

"Yes I want to eat pussy!"

I paused, she knew what to do.

"Please, Master, let me eat that pussy! Please!"

"If you do, you better do a good job! You better make that pussy happy, and you better make it drip with juice. And you better gobble up all that juice!" 

I waited until she realized she could go ahead. Her hands were still tied behind her back, but she dove in like a woman possessed! She started with her tongue, licking every square millimeter she could find. She was frantic, but still thorough. She didn't want to miss a single taste or sensation. 

Suddenly I realized Suzanne had stopped using the crop and was shaking like she had just run 100 miles. Her Suzie signal was still beating with Lara's. She stood with her hands on her hips, with her chest having from the exertion of whipping Lara and now her growing excitement and just enjoyed what Lara was doing to her. I watched in awe as Lara used her lips on Suzanne's pussy lips, stuck her tongue inside her, and sucked on her clit. Suzanne began breathing hard and sounded like she was talking in tongues and then came with a gush over Lara's face, and Lara sucked up as much as she could. Lara was even more frantic the second time around.

I touched Suzanne on the shoulder to get her attention, and then grabbed Lara's handles and positioned her head on the corner of the couch, and motioned for Suzanne to climb on and fuck her face. Suzanne grabbed the handles and instantly realized that they gave her total control over Lara's head. She pushed her pussy into Lara and fucked her face with an intensity like I had only seen myself a few times, and I knew Lara was proud just to able to keep breathing and to taste that wonderful pussy. Suzanne must have come four more times on Lara's lovely face, she gave her the same kind of fat lip she have given me, and in exactly the same way. I tapped Suzanne again and motioned for her to sit on the couch. I held Lara up and by hooking my arms under her knees, spreading her legs wide and facing her toward Suzanne so she could see every intimate part of Lara close-up and on full display. By now Lara's entire body was red from either whipping or excitement, and her pussy lips were red and distended. 

I held Lara up where her ass was just about level with my cock and at Suzanne's eye level and I yelled. "Don't you dare come until I give my permission, slut!" I then entered her wet and dripping pussy just long enough to get my cock properly lubricated, and then I moved to slowly penetrate her ass. Looking over Lara's shoulder from behind, I could see that Suzanne was gaping open mouthed and staring right at Lara's ass and pussy. I was in the zone again, calloused and prepared to fuck for a long time.

Once I got full penetration I began to increase my pace. I nuzzled my lips up in the crook of Lara's neck so I could whisper in her ear and still look at Suzanne. Lara's pussy was dripping and I could tell from her Suzie that she was desperate to come. Suzanne leaned forward on the couch until she was staring at Lara's pussy and ass and my cock pounding in and out of that ass from only about eighteen inches away. I kissed Lara on the neck, and then said "Lara, you may come for us" and then stuck my tongue in her ear, and continued to pound away in her ass. She made three strange noises corresponding to three gasping breaths and then her Suzie signal cracked like thunder, she screamed, and she shot juice out of her pussy at least two feet! Half it landed on Suzanne, and again I was envious. I kept pounding and she came again, dribbling rather than shooting. I whispered my code for normalcy in her ear "You are so beautiful, Lara!" She came again with another massive squirt, and I felt her pussy twitching. Suzanne's signal popped again when she saw that second arc of pussy juice that Lara had launched, and then Lara had one big final orgasm that almost stopped her breathing. 

I fell like a toppling tree just before my legs gave out completely, and Lara ended up on the couch between Suzanne and me. I found the zippers on the blue leather hood and pulled it off of Lara's head along with Suzanne's panties. I kissed the side of Lara's neck and hugged her and Suzanne did to. Lara sobbed and blubbered incoherently for almost a full minute while we held her. She was red and flushed and shaking all over, more so than any time before. She finally found her voice "I love you Master! I love you Mistress! I never knew it could be like this! She returned to sobbing and blubbering. She turned and kissed me on the mouth, and then turned and had a long and deep kiss with Suzanne. Lara's contentment signal was exponentially louder than I had ever heard it. Suzanne and I gently caressed her shoulders and neck and each motion reinforced her contentment signal. Suzanne was sending a small contentment signal, and a massive excitement signal! She was going to need more attention before the night was through. 

We must have stayed on the couch like that for another hour, gently rubbing and kissing each other around and around in a tender circle. Lara's contentment signal continued unabated, with no hint of craftiness or other skullduggery. Lara went on and on about how excited she was and how hard she came, and that Suzanne's pussy was tasty and perfect and she couldn't believe how hot it got her. Suzanne laughed, and then told Lara how amazing she looked and how shocked Suzanne was when Lara squirted so far. We got up and trooped into the shower, and washed and kissed each other happily. Suzanne leaned up against the wall and I got down on my knees with Lara and demonstrated proper ass worship technique, and for a few minutes Lara and I happily kissed Suzanne's ass. At one point Lara leaned back and said "Suzanne your ass is just awesome!" and I certainly agreed. We dried off and put on some clothes, and then went into the kitchen and talked and bantered back and forth while Lara made dinner. She had already prepared some kind of Tex-Mex chicken casserole that was in the oven and almost ready and she put some corn tortillas in the steamer. 

We talked all during dinner, and I was amazed at how much they liked each other and how comfortable we all seemed together. For the most part, their personal interests were just as different as their complexions and looks, but they shared a penchant for sewing, that both had learned from their beloved grandmothers. They compared their sewing machines, their skills and projects, and their plans for future things they wanted to make while I cleared the dishes and loaded the dishwasher. Lara then brought out some homemade lemon sherbet that was the best I had ever tasted, and we sat close together and fed each other little bites from each other's spoons. 

Then I listened carefully in passive mode, while touching them both, and heard their Suzie signals with crystal clarity! I now seemed to be almost transparently connected to both of them. Lara's contentment was fading, her excitement returning, and her crafty little Suzie was about to try to manipulate the situation. Suzanne was content with everything but the sex. She thought Lara had been paid a little too much attention before dinner and she had been paid too little. I waited until I heard another escalation in Lara's crafty Suzie, and then I decided to act, and tweak them both a little before I scratched Suzanne's itch and Lara's too. 

"Lara!" She looked up at me. I waited and arched my eyebrows until she figured out the response I required.

"Yes, Master?"

"Stand up and strip, slowly." Her crafty Suzie sparked. She was about to get all sorts of attention from both of us, and maybe show Mistress Suzanne that there were two hot pussies and two fine asses around here! She stripped slowly and seductively, demonstrating conclusively that she could get a feature spread next month in any men's magazine she cared to call. Suzanne watched her, admittedly impressed and turned on by her beauty, but still feeling pouty and neglected. Lara was now naked and totally beautiful, and savoring the looks she was getting from me and from Suzanne. Her curly blonde pubic hair was a beautiful background for her pink pussy lips to protrude from. I was ready.

"Get on your knees, slut!" She hesitated only a second, and then dropped. I stood, and offered Suzanne my right hand. "Shall we adjourn to the bedroom, beautiful?" She took it and we both rose and took a step toward Lara's bed! Lara's eyes got big, and Suzanne's Suzie soared, both from excitement and 'one-upsmanship'. I was ready to give Lara one more push. "Heel, slut!" Her eyes flamed at me. Her humiliation Suzie shrieked, but then the burning humiliation turned almost instantly to pure sexual excitement. She crawled around to my left hand heel position and fell into step with us. I looked back and saw that little tight smile I loved so much, but it was now accompanied by a burning pair of Wedgewood blue eyes. Suzanne's Suzie was smug and self satisfied, but very excited. I hoped they would both soon be enjoying themselves. I knew I would!




My Only Talent Ch. 07



We walked into Lara's bedroom. I had Lara kneel at the foot of the bed, and she smoldered, her Suzie signal sizzling with paired excitement and humiliation. I pulled Suzanne onto the bed and begin to kiss her and slowly caress her, removing clothes one by one and kissing her passionately. I would occasionally glance aside and see Lara watching, only about three feet away! Finally I had Suzanne naked, and I spent at least 30 minutes on her nipples, noisily slurping them while Lara watched and fidgeted. I spent another ten minutes on her abs alone: they are still amazing to me every time I touch them. Suzanne's excitement signal flamed. I worked her navel for a while and then kissed each leg for at least 20 minutes, marveling at their muscular perfection. I spread Suzanne's legs out in a big vertical 'V' and started kissing her inner thighs, and she started playing to our audience of one. "Oh yeah baby!" I bit her outer lips and she shuddered. "Bite 'em!" I noisily slurped and slathered away at her. "Eat me baby!" I zeroed in on her clit, and she grabbed my head and directed it where she wanted it. Her Suzie signaled impending orgasm, and she arched her back and came hard, shuddering and shaking. I could not see Lara, because my head was trapped, and I was happy about that. I focused again, plugged into Suzanne's Suzie signal, and brought her off twice in four minutes. 

Suzanne was suddenly a born porn actress. "I want to suck your cock!" How could I refuse? She flipped me onto my back and made sure Lara could see everything, teasing and licking me right to the edge, and then she sucked me all the way down and drained me completely, keeping leering eye contact with Lara all the time. Lara's Suzie signal flamed louder than Suzanne's, as Suzanne continued to suck me and kept me hard as a rock. The she mounted me and slowly fucked me, a cowgirl completely in control of the process. She closed her eyes and worked her own nipples, probably for Lara's benefit, and came twice. The smell of her pussy filled the bedroom. Now it was time for my close-up! I flipped Suzanne over on her back and entered her pussy. I pulled her legs up over her shoulders and fucked her just as hard as I could. Her breath puffed out of her every time I bottomed out into her, and she keened and blubbered. I looked over and saw Lara watching with her mouth open, her Suzie signal saying she wanted to be the one getting fucked like that. Suzanne came again and bit my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. She wasn't playing to the audience, she was in rut! I pounded her, thinking only of getting myself off. The bed shook, and Lara shivered as she watched. Suddenly I groaned and pushed myself in to the hilt and then came as hard as I could. Suzanne felt me shoot and she came again as I did my best to fill her up.

I looked over at Lara and she was frozen, staring at us with her mouth hanging open. Her face was flushed and her breathing was rapid. I pulled out and lay down to Suzanne's right, out of Lara's line of sight. I held Suzanne's legs open and we both looked at her snatch. It was red and wet and puffy and smelly and glistening in the soft light of the lamp on the nightstand. I made eye contact with Lara, or at least tried to, but she was locked onto staring at Suzanne's pussy. It was time for the final act of our little play. 

"Slut! Eat that pussy. Suck out my come and swallow every drop!" Lara's face froze, but her Suzie exploded with raging humiliation and burning lust. She wanted it and she knew she wanted it. Suddenly Suzanne's signal flamed, too, with pure excitement. I moved to clear a spot between Suzanne's legs and held them up in the air in wide 'V'. Lara crawled between Suzanne's legs and drew in a deep breath through her nose. The she lowered her head and began to gently lick Suzanne. Lara's pretty ass stuck up in the air. Lara's signal sounded low and raw and huge and nasty, and Susanne's did too. Lara had barely started when Suzanne cried out and came hard. Lara didn't even stop for a second; if anything she redoubled her efforts. Suzanne came two more times before Lara turned and looked at me with a combination of her wonderful tight little smile, and a lusty glare. She proudly announced "All gone, Master!"

"Keep eating slut, make her come again. She smiled a beautiful and resigned smile and bent to her task. I let go of Suzanne's legs and positioned myself behind Lara, holding her butt cheeks open with my hands. I entered her pussy. She was hot and wet and ready. I fucked her like a machine. "You may come, Slut!" Suddenly Suzanne came hard and Lara did too, gripping my cock and making me lose control. I shot again, just as far up inside Lara as I had been in Suzanne. After my final squirt, I almost lost consciousness. I lay back on the bed, on my back, in between the two girls. Each put their head on my chest, and we all just lay there and worked on breathing for while.

I don't know if I actually slept or was just dazed, but soon I noticed that both girls still had their heads on my chest and they were talking to each other a mile a minute. It started with some more discussions about how horny everything made them. I had heard women sometimes re-enact and commentate on conversations that they already had, but they were doing this with the sex. 

"When you put your panties on my head I hated it but it got me so hot. When I saw him shoot in you I was so jealous and humiliated and then when I knew he was going to make me eat it and I almost passed out it was so nasty." Lara sighed.

Suzanne responded. "I was so hot and knew I was full of Robby's come and then couldn't believe it when he told you to eat it. I was hoping you would do it and then you did! You made me come so fast. I was crazy to have your mouth on me. What's it like to be whipped like that?"

"After the first few strokes, it just gets me more and more excited, because I know when Robby whips me, he is going to fuck me, and hard. It's like those experiments that make the dogs salivate, but it makes my pussy drip."

They started kissing each other again. Then they smiled when they saw me looking. Lara began to use her fingers on one of my nipples, and Suzanne began licking the other one. My friends, it just don't ever, never get no better than that! 

But it did. Soon my dick began to stir and they began to use their hands to tease it, while their mouths sucked and bit my nipples. That makes me crazy! Then their mouths were on my dick and their hands continued to twist my nipples. I was amazed at how hard I was. It was every guy's erotic dream come true, as they began to play 'dueling fellatio' with me. They had very different techniques but both were very effective. Soon they were alternating taking me all the way down, stopping at the top as both licked the crown of my cock and kissed each other's lips, then handing off to the other one for another deep dive. I wanted to GIF it and run it over and over again! But all great things must come to an end. I arched my back and groaned, and Suzanne took me in her mouth and sucked hard. She took my first two spurts, and then Lara took the rest. A wave of complete bliss passed over me, as they kissed each other some more.

They both giggled. "Look at that shit eating grin! Are you pretty pleased with yourself there Robby?" Suzanne asked.

I smiled. "Well, let me think. I just had two absolutely smoking hot women give me a tag team blow job and they are now playing with my nipples. Hummm.... Not bad I guess." They both twisted my nipples pretty sharply.

"I might even ask you girls out on a date." I smiled.

"You mean both of us together?" Lara asked. Suzanne laughed. "What's the occasion?"

"I have several Halloween parties to go to. I want to briefly visit the first ones, and then spend the rest of the evening at the last one, where there is a big costume contest. I figure if I show up with the two hottest women on campus, in scandalously revealing leather bondage outfits and collars, with me holding their leashes, our team can win!"

They looked at each other and giggled. Lara told Suzanne the story of our excursion to Professor's Lillehammer's office. Suzanne hung on her every word and then they screamed in laughter. Suzanne was vicariously enjoying the thrill that Lara must have felt when she stripped off that raincoat. Then the discussion turned to the various techniques for shaping and sewing leather, and what kind of costume they should put me in. This could be the biggest Halloween treat of my life.

The discussion went on for another hour, and as long as they were playing with my nipples and rubbing theirs against my ribs, I was happy to listen. We moved to the shower and washed each other off again, and they had already made 'sewing circle dates' for next Friday and Sunday afternoons and said they might let me attend too if I promised to serve as a fitting model and also provide shoulder rubs and ass worship! I smiled and told them I would have to check my calendar and they both spanked me. 

We said our goodbyes just inside Lara's door with some hugs and lingering kisses all around, and then I walked Suzanne to her car in the faculty parking lot near the Economics building. "I have to give you credit, Animal, you certainly 'came through' with a low risk high return opportunity there. I think I love her. She is smart and hot and nice and....."

"She gives great head!" I finished for her. She laughed. 

"How did you meet her and how did she become your 'sub'?"

I did not tell her about Lara's dad or her childhood, but I did tell her about Lara's disdain for her high school and freshman college boyfriends and how she dominated them and made them 'spanky bitches' and the reputation she had at some of the fraternities. Then I told her about the tennis game and our bet and how good she was and how I just barely managed to win the match. I did not give her any details on the resulting sex, except to tell her how honest Lara was about her needs and how much I respected that. 

Susan looked thoughtful. "I wonder if some of them liked being her 'spanky'?" We laughed. We had reached her car. We shared one more kiss and she gave me a surprisingly intense hug, and then she said "See you Monday for running, my Animal!" 

I floated back to the dorm on gossamer wings. I texted Lara and she said come back to her place at 09:00 AM tomorrow. I set an alarm and slept like a baby. A big and very happy baby, that is, with still tingling nipples and a slightly sore cock. My alarm seemed to go off ten seconds later. I showered and put on my 'game day' outfit and had breakfast, then brushed my teeth and walked back over to Lara's. 

She opened the door and I got a wonderful kiss before I could even look at her. When I did I was amazed. She was absolutely radiant! Her skin glowed in healthy perfection, her eyes flashed and her blonde hair shimmered and shined. She had on an incredibly tight white turtleneck that must have been some kind of thin silk that showed off every curve of her amazing breasts, but with an open leather vest that moved and played peek-a-boo with them. Super tight black stretch pants gave no hint of any panty line, so I wondered if she was wearing any. I bet a thousand other guys would wonder the same thing when we walked to the stadium. "Daddy will be here in a few minutes. I just want to tell you that last night was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me, and I will do anything for you, or Suzanne, anytime, anywhere. I have never felt so satisfied, so happy, and so at ease with anyone ever, much less two people at the same time!"

The doorbell rang and she greeted her father. He also seemed amazed by how happy and glowing she looked. He was just less than six feet tall, wearing an almost black suit that might have been designed for high end funeral directors! Very simple cut, but tailored to fit him perfectly. The only distinctive things were a garish ESU logo tie, and a pair of obviously custom lizard skin boots that were almost ESU orange, with the team logo and his initials in white leather, plus a matching custom belt with big silver buckle. Lara laughed and said her Dad had 10 suits just like that, and he only wore solid red ties and black belts and shoes, except to ESU games, where he always wore that tie and boots and matching belt. He laughed and said he did have a custom suit in burnt orange that he would wear to the next ESU national championship game.

He shook my hand and seemed very happy to meet me. I congratulated him on having such a wonderful daughter, and he got a little cloudy expression and said he just wished her mother could be here to see Lara this grown up and this happy. But then he shook it off and we walked over the tailgate area. On the way we exchanged the standard information about my family and theirs and his companies. He explained that each company fit in a niche insurance market that he thought he could serve better than his competitors, and that they also were complementary in smoothing out risks and market swings. We reached the tailgate area and asked if there were any particular tents we wanted to be sure to make, and I mentioned that UDP had the best BBQ at the last game, so we started there. 

He agreed the ribs were great, and had a long discussion with the UDP member who was in charge of the smoker; including rubs, temperature profiles, mesquite preparation, and Habanero pepper picking. Lara froze as she saw someone in the crowd, and it turned out to be Professor Lillehammer! He and his wife were standing in a group near the margarita machine, and she spotted us before he did and came over to say hello. I introduced Lara to her, and by now Lara's dad was already talking to someone else he knew. She smiled at Lara and said "You made quite an impression on my husband, dear!" She laughed and Lara still looked mortified. Dorothy Lillehammer continued "It did spice things up a bit for us, so I should thank you. Let me ask you something...." And with that she took Lara by the arm and took her aside to a corner of the tent where they spoke closely in each other's ears for a few minutes. Lara would occasionally look over at the Professor with a surprised expression on her face, and Dorothy would often look at me and raise her eyebrows and then they would both laugh. I hoped Lara would share the joke later.

Lara's dad introduced us to his friend, who was an enthusiastic ESU and UDP alum who was also the MIS director for one of the biggest insurance companies in the country. I saw Oiler, with tall and good looking Gretchen draped all over him, and sending Suzie like she wanted to jump his bones right there in the tent. Good show, Oiler. I waved and he came over and slapped me on the back and Gretchen kissed me on the cheek. She whispered in my ear "You can set me up on dates any time. Oiler and I are perfect for each other." When she kissed me I could hear her Suzie pulsing and its modulation portrayed Oiler just literally pounding away at her doggy style. She was a girl who knew what she wanted, and she knew Oiler had it. I introduced Lara and her dad to my buddy Ralph, the UDP pledge, and then we toured the rest of the tailgate area. It was quite a show.

We arrived at the stadium about two hours before kickoff. I wondered where his seats would be, and I was surprised that we did not move toward the center of the field, but toward the north end zone. We took a turn down a little hallway that at first I thought just led to a handicapped bathroom but we walked past that and then took an unmarked express elevator to a giant corporate suite with a high end zone view of the field that offensive or defensive coordinators would like, plus a half a dozen giant flat screen monitors and about 30 comfortable chairs much larger than the stadium seats. There was a full bar with a very attractive female bartender in full ESU regalia, and a buffet line of iced shrimp, raw oysters, BBQ brisket, and vegetables and dips. It was quite a setup. Booze was not allowed in the stadium, except in these suites, and one club area near the south end zone for foundation donors, so I could see some obvious advantages for 'corporate entertaining'. 

We were among the first to arrive, but Lara's father introduced me to Dr. Asa Weltschmerz, M.D., Lara's 'psychotherapist'. Lara hugged the doctor and said she had been seeing him since she started school as a freshman, and was 'helping her deal with the loss of her mother'. While Lara's dad and the doctor talked, Lara took me aside and said that she 'told Asa everything' and I had her permission to tell him anything and everything about our relationship. I asked if she had given him permission to tell me everything about her therapy and she said he had advised her against it. Very interesting. Weltschmerz said "let's talk for a few minutes at halftime" but I just grunted. 

I also met a very attractive dark haired woman named Marie Oroterrassier, who spoke with a mild French accent, and gave her title as 'director of international business development' leading an effort to take Lara's father's companies first into the European market, and then worldwide. She was perfectly coiffed and attired, had elegant finishing school manners, and seemed to hover around Lara's dad, maneuvering to stay near him and especially to stay between him and any other attractive woman. Her assistant, Steadman Cracker, a slightly effeminate black man, seemed to be totally devoted to doing her bidding. Something about Marie made me nervous, but I couldn't quite say exactly what it was. 

Finally I met Lillian Gush, a nice but not spectacular looking woman about the same age as Lara's dad, who said she was the account executive assigned to his companies by a giant database software firm that did billions of business with the insurance industry each year. She was sending a clear and strong Suzie signal for Lara's dad, but tended to just watch him from afar -- she did not hover over him like Marie, or several of the other women. I tried to listen even more closely and discovered that she was more than just interested in Lara's dad; she was desperate for his touch!

Lara had rejoined me, and we sat in some of the seats and talked, as it was still some time before the game started. She said that Marie Oroterrassier was chasing her dad, and it made her very nervous. Her dad had told her that Marie had a great knowledge of the business and spoke several languages fluently, but he just wanted her to be good at her job, and was not interested in her romantically. I said that was a good call, because something about Marie and Steadman bothered me. Lara said she thought Lillian, on the other hand, was wonderful, and had even encouraged her to make a play for her dad, but she said she would not because she did not want to look like Marie and the other gold diggers. 

A few more couples trickled in, and Lara's dad greeting them all. He seemed to know everyone's name, and Lara said most of the people here were either regional managers or salesman from his companies or their spouses, big customers, and a few big vendors. People disappeared from time to time through two doors at the side of the room, which I presumed were meeting rooms of some kind. 'College Game Day' came on some of the monitors while others showed early games already in progress. The analysts were detailing ESU's football problems over the last two years, concluding that even though they were undefeated so far this year, the troubles would continue and that ESU would never again be a national football power, and probably never play in a BCS bowl again. There was much booing from the audience in the suite. 

There was steady line at the bar and buffet, and by a few minutes before kickoff all the seats were filled, plus several people standing at the bar. ESU then mightily exceeded the analyst's expectations, primarily due to a speedy, smothering defense and some breakaway running plays, and was up enough at half time that the second units might get a lot of snaps in the second half. Dr. Weltschmerz took me through the door to one of the little meeting rooms, with three chairs and a table, and we sat down. "You are certainly having an effect on Lara! She told me about your tennis game. Did you realize how good she was when you agreed to play?"




My Only Talent Ch. 07



I laughed. "I had no idea how good she really was until she hit her first serve. She hustled me, but in the end I think she let me win, because she knew what she really needed."

He tried to look intelligent and inscrutable. "Knew she needed what?"

"She needed someone else to be in control. Someone to let her relax and let go."

"Are you familiar with the concept of accommodation?"

I sighed. "Yes. That is one of my fears for Lara, that she will need constantly increasing stimuli and at some point she will need me to be kinkier than I am comfortable with."

"How will you deal with it when you reach that point?"

I sighed again. "I am trying not to reach it, by using relatively mild 'kinks' combined with random reinforcement and punishment and lots of anticipation and uncertainty to keep her off balance and excited. I hope we can reach a level where she can get consistently get excited but get off with relatively normal sex."

He sighed. "And if you cannot?"

"I'll deal with that if and when I need to."

"Do you love her?"

"I'm only eighteen, so who knows? I can't say for sure I do, but I certainly can't say I don't, either. Neither one of us plans to do anything 'permanent' until we graduate."

He looked uncomfortable. "Two other things I should mention. As you seek to increase her titillation, I would stay away from introducing another male into the situation. It would make her feel you do not really care for her anymore."

"But she told me she did not care if I was with other women!"

"She really means that. But if you ever told her it was okay for her to be with another man, she would be sure you did not care for her anymore! Also, you must never appear submissive to her or anyone else. She would rather you embarrass and humiliate her for hours than be submissive to her for one minute. But she loves it when you are tender to her one minute and then punish and humiliate her the next minute! To her, that means she has your full attention."

At that point Lara's dad came in and Doctor Weltschmerz left, all very smoothly timed. He asked me the same questions about love and long term plans, and got the same answers. He seemed happy with that. I told him I could not guarantee that Lara would not get hurt, only that it would never be my desire to hurt her or see her hurt, but that she and I had already agreed to be completely honest with each other. "That's all anybody can ask." He said.

"By the way, you should start dating again, for Lara's sake, and I suggest you start with Lillian Gush." 

He looked startled. "But she has never shown any interest in ...."

"What would you have suspected if she had?"

Realization dawned on his face. "Plus," I said, "She is a pretty traditional woman who wants you to make the first move. And if my hunch is right, you will find you can trust her and be honest with her, unlike, say, Marie?"

His face got red. "Even I figured out that would be a bad idea. But I should have realized that Lillian would be a good one!"

We adjourned back to watch the second half of the game and ESU's 2's defense allowed two touchdowns and the 2's offense only scored one, but they still won the game handily, even though they were not favored, leading many to speculate a great improvement in their ranking in the first BCS poll about to come out. Dinner with Lara and her dad was at a very expensive and well reviewed restaurant in one of the downtown towers near the river that I had only read about. Lara said they had the best fried pickles in the world, but I just could not bring myself to order them! They shared lots of stories about Lara's childhood, which obviously was joyous until Lara's mom died, and they both got dewy eyed when the stories included her. 

They dropped me back at the dorm, and Laura got out to tell me goodnight. After she gave me a little kiss, complete with an audience of 'step sitter' guys and girls, I decide to give her something to think about. I whispered in her ear "Slut, next time we go out the diner with your father, I may make you crawl under the table and blow me!" her Suzie signal exploded from contentment to rabid, spitting excitement. I pinched one of her nipples and kissed her again. I wonder if her father noticed she was breathing hard when she got back in his limo?

I got to bed at a decent hour, and thought briefly about Melanie and Janet. I suppose I did not have to budget any time for them in the future. In fact, even if Janet called and apologized, I was 95% sure it was better to just end things as they were. I suppose I had made up my mind, because I was off to sleep soon and slept very soundly.

Sunday morning I had an early breakfast and realized I had not planned any date for Sunday. I suppose my father would have to give me credit for having had two women at the same time on Friday! My open dance card made me think of Peggy Duchenne, which made me think about bird watching, which made me think of my grandmother. She was up at 6 every morning, so I called her. She was glad to hear things were going well at school, and I told her about wanting to make a first date with a girl who was a bird watcher. She sounded skeptical, and then she said "Robert is this girl really sending for you? Most birders are fairly cerebral and inhibited."

"Yes, she is grandma, and such a strong, sweet and clear signal I have never experienced before!"

She snorted. "Be careful, when a girl sends like that, she wants you and she doesn't care who knows it. But I can suggest some good birding sites nearby for this time of the year. In fact, you can go down to the Hochiem's place near Three Rivers if you want to. They are traveling and offered it to us to use all fall. It is many acres of private land on two rivers and three avian migration routes. Unless your friend is very experienced and has been to that area many times, I can virtually assure you she will see several new species." She gave me directions to get there, the gate code and a detailed description of where to find a hidden key for their house, and the alarm code. She made me promise to check the drip systems on all the plants and check the bird feeders and salt licks for the cattle and deer. 

Then she giggled like a school girl. "If I may make a suggestion, Robbie?"

"Of course, grandma."

"Well I was just thinking about how I got your grandfather interested in birding. She cackled. "You see, I wanted him to really pay attention and help me look for new species."

"And how did you accomplish that?"

"Well" she giggled again. "We called it strip birding: every time either one of us logged a new species, we would both have to remove an article of clothing. When he started out, almost every bird he saw was new for him!"

My little granny? "What happened if you were both already naked and one of you found a new species?"

She guffawed! "Well, your grandfather made up that rule; the one that spotted the new species got to make a request that the other one could not refuse!"

"Why Grandma, did Granddad take advantage of you?"

"Oh yes. It was wonderful! He made me do things I had never done before. He said we were both learning new hobbies. But I was a better birder, and I made a few requests of my own. Good times!"

We talked a little more about my visit home for Thanksgiving, and my cousins from Boston, who were coming down at that time, and then we said goodbye, after she made me promise to give her a detailed 'trip report'. Since I had 'sewing circle' coming up next Friday and Sunday, and I knew Suzanne would be at an away soccer game all day that Saturday, it was time to get to know Peggy a little better. I asked Kevin about borrowing his car, and he said he was driving to the away football game with a caravan of ZZZ members, so no help there. I hoped Peggy had wheels. I decided to wait until 9 on a Sunday morning to call. On an impulse, I Googled Dr. Weltschmerz, and discovered he was pretty hot stuff. He was a PhD in Neuropharmacology in addition to his MD, and was cited in psychiatric and scientific articles all over the place. He also was a major mover behind the new medical school planned in conjunction with ESU and the major hospitals in town. 

I needn't have waited to call Peggy. When I finally called her she was actually out birding. I told her my plan and she volunteered her 'jeep' since all her gear was in it, and to make a picnic lunch, and then asked very specifically where I proposed to go. I gave her the approximate location, and she was very pleased: she had not been down there ever and her log search app told her there were several species that should be there this time of year that she needed. Since it was a 2 hour drive from campus, she suggested we take off about 4AM, and I agreed. She reminded me to bring a hat and some sunscreen; she would have some binoculars I could use. It sounded like a date for next Saturday was checked off on my 'to do' list, but Peggy was still on it, and I really did want to do her.

Then I got a text from Nora, saying she wanted to talk to me and could we take a walk around the lake for a while. I suggested we get box lunches at the dining hall and have an impromptu picnic and she agreed. We grabbed our lunches and some bottled water, stowed them in out backpacks, and headed south for the walking trail around the river as it passed through town. If we traversed the whole circuit it was about eleven miles, so we could certainly have a nice long talk. I heard clear and beautiful little Suzie signals leaking out as we reached the trail and headed east along the northern bank of the river. 

Nora began the conversation. "I assume Suzanne relayed what I said to you, but I wanted to tell you some more things myself."

I just walked. She continued "I am so torn. I am paralyzed by indecision. I think I know what I want, but I cannot reconcile it with what I have promised my family. That's why I need to talk with them over Christmas break."

"Can you tell me what you want?" 

"Not yet. Not until I know what my real and feasible options are."

I decided to change the subject. "Do you know where you are going to school next year?"

She smiled. "I have a conflict there, but not a big emotional problem. One choice is to get an MBA first, then pursue a PhD, the other is just go PhD directly." She went on to describe her options, which were plentiful. She was still leaning towards working on Wall Street, and leaning toward an MBA at an American school to build up a network of contacts, then doing a PhD somewhere to make international contacts. 

"That's called a high class problem, beautiful. All the options are good." She went on to describe in complete detail the decision tree she had used to evaluate everything, and how all the paths seem to have roughly the same expected value. I told her I would choose the MBA just for the diversity of experiences it would give her. She smiled. 

Then I went back to selling. "Speaking of diversity of experiences, you should really factor into your plans that a relationship with Suzanne or me would be valuable, but a relationship with both of us would be priceless experience and a plus for your career!"

She smiled one of those 'are you bull shitting me?' smiles. I extended my remarks. "Lots of organizational politics are just head games and attempted intimidation, and lots of it involves sex, flirtation, and living right on the edge of sexual harassment. You need to have some rock solid experience that will make you totally comfortable with how attractive you are and give you the ability to banter comfortably about any sexual propositions you may get. If you decide to accept some of them, you need to have the skills to enjoy them and make your chosen partners very happy, too!"

She smiled again. "You are a born salesman. For a moment there, I almost believed you had my best interests at heart, not just that you want into my pants."

"Good salesman are not born, they develop. And really great sales people find out their prospect's real needs and best interests, and find a way to satisfy them, that's how they make the sale, and get return customers. And your interests and mine are not mutually exclusive, they are in fact congruent. I desperately want you to be healthy and happy, and I also desperately want to be with you." I went for the close again. "And so does Suzanne."

A little A Capella singing group of Suzie signals leaked through her defenses, but then they were squelched by sheer force of will. This woman was so strong! It only made me want her more. She spoke haltingly "So she has told me, and also how much she trusts you. I envy her that. I will continue to struggle with it until after Christmas break, and then I will tell both of you what I have decided."

We had reached to the point on the south side of the river that was right across the water from where we started, but about 2/3 of the actual distance around the trail. We tanked up on cold water from coolers supplied by a helpful local footwear store, then found a spot on the retaining wall were we could eat our lunches and watch people run by and dogs retrieve balls. We were both a little winded and a little hungry, so there was no conversation for a few minutes. 

We had just finished lunch when a couple approached us. The woman said "Robby?" and I looked up. It took me a minute to recognize her. "Strelsa?" I said. "I never expected to see you again." It was Strelsa Streling, who went to my high school for a year as an exchange student, then went back to Austria. She was blonde, about 5' 10', with grey blue eyes and perfect skin and a trim figure. She looked even more toned and athletic than she did in that junior year in high school. 

We gave each other a hug. We had always been just friends, and she apparently had the kind of 'chastity vow' that I did. In fact she told me that she sought me out as a friend because she heard I was one of the guys who had not succumbed to Suzie Packard's charms. I once told her that if I was going to break my oath I would be more tempted by someone like her than Suzie, and I can still remembered how red she turned. I did not hear Suzie signals from her back in high school, I suppose because I was relatively undeveloped as a receiver and could only hear obvious signals like Suzie Packard sent. But I was hearing signals from Strelsa now: a strong and clear signal for her husband, pure and clean; and a weak but pulsing signal for me.

She introduced her husband, Gunther Granath, who was a new assistant rowing coach in ESU's new Title IX inspired rowing program. He looked like a Nordic warrior in an old Nazi poster, with blonde hair, blue eyes, 6' 2", and a trim body and broad chest. He spoke with a slight German accent, in contrast to Strelsa's neutral sounding and somewhat Americanized English. I introduced her to Nora, and they both bowed their heads to her somewhat formally. Then she spoke to them in strongly accented German, and their eyes widened and rapid fire back and forth dialog followed. I took German in high school, but I could just barely follow the drift of this conversation, and soon they were all laughing. Then Strelsa said something under her breath in another language I could not catch, and Nora's eyes widened. Gunther and I obviously could not follow what was being said. Nora then replied, in what sounded like the same new language, and Strelsa's face turned bright red. They spoke in low voices just to each other for a few moments while Gunther and I looked uncomfortable and clueless, and then the two girls gave each other a little hug, exchanged phone numbers, and then Gunther and Strelsa resumed jogging. 

We resumed our walking course in the opposite direction. "You are going to have to tell me about what just happened. I could follow the German pretty well, but they seem very surprised that you spoke German. And what was that other language?"

Nora chortled. "I don't just speak German. I am native speaker fluent, and I used the local dialect from the mountains where Gunther was born, since I spent several summers there as a child, and recognized his accent. That's what surprised them so much." She laughed again. "Strelsa is apparently a very vocal and expressive lady, and she does her 'under the breath muttering' in Polish so Gunther doesn't catch on when she is exasperated with him!"

"What did she mutter?" I asked. Nora laughed again.

"She said 'I knew I should have eaten this candy when I had the chance' referring to your young tender body, I believe. She said you were the only honorable boy in the high school, because you did not want to screw Suzie, like everyone else did. But you did tell her that you thought she was attractive, and she will always remember that. Who is Suzie? Do you have a story to tell me?" 

I told her about Suzie Packard, the first girl to ever signal for me, and how she signaled for everybody, and why I called them the Suzie signals. I also told her about my family and how I had been told about my talent. She looked very thoughtful. 

"Did you say your mother and your grandmother both knew about the signals, and your talent?"

"Yes, and so did Mrs. Douglass." I explained about my first sex teacher. She asked about Mrs. Douglass' husband. I said I never met him but he was kin to my father and he had the 'talent' too. 

She drew in a breath sharply. "You may be even more dangerous than I thought! 

I was surprised. "What do you mean by that?"

"My parents told me that the vast majority of 'talents' are male, and inherit their ability from their fathers. Most talents do not even tell their wives about it. The fact that so many people knew about it makes me believe your mother and grandmother may have had my kind of talent for controlling their signals. My father thinks that a 'hybrid' child from a talent mother and talent father would get a 'double genetic dose' of ability. What else do you remember them telling you?"

"Only what they told me about never using my talents to take advantage of girls, and staying celibate until I was 18. They said parts of my brain would not develop properly until I was eighteen." 

"That lines up with some of the things my father told me. But it also leaves some questions open. Most talents do not have any 'code of conduct' like your family did. In fact, some of the worst behavior comes from what my father calls 'sports' that never get any education from their fathers at all!"

"What does 'sport' mean?"

"It's a term for spontaneous point mutations that just show up unexpectedly in the blood line and produce the talent. The father has no talent, the mother has no talent, but their male child suddenly does. Some of those 'sports' have very strong and vigorous abilities, more so than many who inherited it from their fathers." 

We were approaching the end of our circuit around the lake. "Why did your parent's want you to avoid talented males? Just to make sure they did not 'love you and leave you', or is it something else?"

"Well, there is a bias among some talent families against 'sports', maybe because they are strong and dangerous. Did you ever read the Harry Potter books?"

"Who hasn't?"

"Well, many talents hate the untalented 'muggles' and are very suspicious of 'sports' thinking that they will breed with talents, be stronger, and eventually replace the current families with stronger 'muggle' hybrids, like 'mudbloods'! Also, many of the talented think it is perfectly okay to manipulate and use 'muggles' for their own pleasure, even sadistic pleasure and financial gain. That is the real evil that my parents are trying to protect me from!"

That was a lot for me to contemplate! I guess I would have lots of questions to ask my family when I went home for Thanksgiving! Nora and I walked back to campus, and she let me kiss her when we said goodbye, and perhaps let the kiss linger a little longer than I expected. Maybe I would get a late Christmas present!




My Only Talent Ch. 07



My Sunday off was about to wind down, and I didn't want to think about school right now. On a whim I called Candy, and told her it was not a booty call, but how about we have dinner together and talk? She said a booty call would be better, but dinner would be fine for a start. We met at a popular noodle house near campus, which was crowded, and noisy. We sat very close together so we could hear each other. 

"I wondered when you were going to call me, Romeo. I could use a good roll in the hay. Trey, AKA Jackson Pollack Jackson III, AKA Turd, has never completed a pass, if you know what I mean. I think I am a 'beard' and he is really gay! But it's not his wingman he is hot for, because snooty ol' Theodoric has made more passes at me than Trey has, although I have never really been tempted. So what's the deal, lover?"

It took me a second to absorb all that. "Well I wanted to talk to you. I still think about you a lot, but I have sort of a committed relationship going on since we met, and I don't feel right about starting up a relationship with you without being honest with both of you."

"You are too fucking nice for your own good, and mine, Robby! I have never told anybody to give me a booty call before. Are you worried about STD's? I am a very low risk chick. I screwed one guy and one guy only all through high school, and haven't been with anybody since last May. I give blood several times a year, so I have had all the tests, and I am clean as a whistle. A nice wet whistle for you, I might add, you blind fool. Have you thought about all my little pink treasures at the edges of my tan lines? Or are you now exclusively hooked up with that chick that water-skied with us at the lake house?" Suddenly her Suzie signals resolved themselves: a strong urgent but clear signal for me, and a moderate, raspy and nasty signal for Suzanne!

I grinned a little sheepishly.

"I can't blame you for that, because she is so hot and so buff, and the look on your face tells me you are about to say 'she is also a wonderful person', damn it! So she has you on the short leash, eh? 

I guess with Candy I would never have to wonder what she thought. "Actually she says I am free to be with other women if I want. But we have talked about keeping our risks down by being very selective."

Candy smiled. "I get it, and that's smart. She can probably get anybody she wants, and you seem to do okay too. But I submit that I am one of the hottest and safest girls around. Just keep me in mind, Robby. I have stored up a lot of energy since last May, and I would like to release on you."

I smiled and kissed her gently. "You are one of the hottest things I have ever seen, and I would like to release some stuff on you too, someday. I just need to be careful about when."

She kissed me back. "That sounds delicious. Just let me know when and where. And don't call me again until you are ready to put out, hoss." 

Wow! What a girl. 

Classes resumed Monday, and the work was layered on in anticipation of another set of exams before Halloween. There would be another set after Thanksgiving, and then finals. I was in pretty good shape in all my classes. When I got to Rhetoric and Composition, Ms. Wyrickie was right outside the classroom hot boxing a cigarette! I suppose that our fantasy stories would never become reality. Sarah came in right behind me, saw and smelled it too, and walked right by her and said "yecch!" and went into the classroom. I was sort of looking forward to celebrating the TA's four weeks tobacco free, and especially getting to touch Sarah, but I was also concerned about her long term health. Suddenly I felt the same kind of frustration and rage I did in Melanie's room. I packaged up all sorts of awful images of lung cancer, patients without a larynx holding cigarettes up to a hole in the their neck to smoke, women with prematurely leathery skin and men recoiling at their smoker's breath, and finally men and woman clutching their chests and dying of heart attacks as sobbing children looked on. As the door opened and Ms. Wyrickie was about to step through it, I hit her right between the ears with my Suzie signal blast! Like Melanie, her face went ashen, but then it turned green and she spun on her heel and vomited all over the sidewalk. She fell to her knees and retched and dry heaved for another full minute. 

She stumbled toward the bathroom and Sarah jumped up to help her. Sarah returned in a few minutes as a very shaky Ms Wyrickie sat down at her desk and apologized for the delay. Sarah leaned over to me and whispered "I told her we would reset the clock for 4 weeks from today". Class continued. I did not realize how much energy sending one of those huge Suzie blasts cost me until I hit the track with Suzanne. I was barely able to finish the run. 

The rest of the week was unremarkable until Wednesday afternoon. I was sitting at my desk in the dorm room, trying to knock off several homework assignments before dinner when Kevin came in and said "you need to look at this!" and gave me a URL. It was a page on the Alpha Gamma fraternity website called "Coed Cooze Cam" that featured compromising and/or embarrassing photos of female students drunk, disorderly, naked, 'gone wild' or 'web-cammed' during sex acts by their boyfriends or snapped by the 'improper photography' crowd. There were dozens of thumbnails but Kevin pointed out the latest one and I clicked on it to start the video. It was obviously taken though the windows of a high rise apartment building and showed a blonde girl in a red leather outfit obviously performing fellatio on a guy. The guy's head was out of the frame of the video, and the girls face was obscured because it was pressed right up to the guy's crotch. But I knew who it was. As the video ended, glare on the windows made it hard to tell much more about the people involved, but then a banner graphic across the screen scrolled to say 'STAY TUNED FOR PART TWO OF THIS STORY, WHICH WILL FEATURE AN ADDRESS AND MORE HOT FOOTAGE!'

I was stunned. I had been looking forward to Lara and Suzanne and our 'sewing dates' on Friday and Sunday, but now I was filled with a sense of impending doom. I had to think, and think fast, to see how I could stop this from going any farther!



My Only Talent Ch. 08



Chapter 08

An Unexpected Simplification

I sat transfixed and watched the video (entitled 'Crimson and Cream' on the site, which for the AGs was a surprisingly clever slap at the University of Oklahoma) a second time, and then a third, my thoughts racing through a zillion questions. How soon until the next video? What was on the next video? What exactly had we done in the window and when? How many people had seen it so far? What other sites had picked it up? Was it on YouTube? Where was it stored? Where was it backed up? Was it illegal to post it or not? I only knew one thing for sure: I was literally the fucking idiot that made it possible in the first place!

I called Oiler, my go to guy for engineering and technology. He looked at the site and quickly put two and two together and since he had just met Lara, he understood my urgency. He thought for a second, and then said "Come by here at 8 tonight. I need you to meet with a couple of my guys and find out how far you are willing to go to squelch this thing. In the meantime, we will find out as much as we can about the site and how well secured it is, and how much attention it has attracted already. We'll give you an update when we see you. I am also going to call Esmeralda Estigoy, because I think she has a bone to pick with the AGs and she can help. See you at 8!" and he rang off. 

My second call was to Asa Weltschmerz. I got his voice mail and asked him to call me about Lara. Calling him would probably mean 'fessing up to Lara's dad sooner rather than later, but he also had some pull and could maybe help me. He returned the call in ten minutes, at 8 minutes before the hour I noticed, and I gave him a brief summary. He was silent for several seconds while my thoughts raced. "Well, this is unfortunate. If this were the only footage, I see no problem. But the address could be a problem, and the further footage could be a disaster. The good news is that it won't bother Lara much; it might even turn her on. The bad news is that her father woould be peripatetic. What is your plan?"

I told him about my 'super hacker' connection, and the meeting later tonight. He said he would talk to an attorney and he would ask about the legalities and email me with an update. He was also going to call an MIS expert at Lara's dad's company that he could count on to stay quiet and work behind the scenes. I promised him an update after tonight's meeting.

I tried going back to homework, but I couldn't even keep my eyes on the page. I went back to the web and researched the AGs, improper photography, and desert islands to maroon myself on. I ate dinner mechanically just for something to do, and when I got back to the room, Kevin wanted to talk.

"You know most of what I know about the AGs already, but there are two things that might help. First, the AGs have made a lot of enemies, so we need to reach out to find help where we can, but without drawing attention to the video. Second, the AGs have just settled a big lawsuit from the family of a pledge that fell while doing one of their drinking and puking games. He broke his neck and was partially paralyzed, and they had to pay out big time, so their alums and sponsors are on the edge of pulling the plug on the ESU chapter anyway. We just need to push them over the edge!"

"What are you thinking?"

"Well, my father is one of the most despised plaintiff's lawyers on the east coast, and he would like to build up his reputation here on the 'third coast". So if we could find some other potential plaintiffs on the web page, and send a demand letter, maybe they would pull the plug right away. Can I tell him about this so he can research to find plaintiffs?

I thought about it. "I am afraid there is too much potential for publicizing this thing and adding to the number of people who find the web page. But if we do identify somebody with a case, he gets first shot at them, Okay?

"That works. I also want my frat president to introduce you the president of the Bi Phi's."

I had heard a lot about the 'Bi Phi's' but didn't know how much of it was true. The were formally the Phi Phi Omegas, and their 'official' nickname was the Phi Phi's, but some people called them 'Bi Phi's' because of the rumors that a girl had to be bisexual to get in. One of the guys on my floor told us that each pledge had to eat the pussies of every girl in the sorority and make them come before they could become full members, but come to think of it, he was an AG pledge.

Kevin called the ZZZ president, and he remembered me and the great dates he had since he met me, so he called the president of the sorority. He explained that his mother was a Phi Phi alum, and she was definitely not bisexual, but since she married a Jewish guy and had only sons, she didn't have a daughter but still kept up with the sorority, so his family knew lots of the girls. He owed me, so he said he had to go over with me and introduce me to the Phi Phi president in person. He then made a brief phone call and said "let's go!"

We walked over to the ZZZ house to meet the president, and then as we walked to the Phi Phi house, he gave us some more background on them. "The Phi Phi's are unusual, and I guess that's why people talk about them so much. If they were just a little more eccentric they would not even be in the Greek system. There are no Home Economics or Elementary Ed majors; they are all in Fine Arts, or Theatre, or Political Science, or Linguistics or Physics. They are plenty smart. They are too straight to be hippies, but they are not white bread enough to be in Kappa Kappa Gamma, or slutty enough to be in ZTA. My grandfather called them 'Bohemians' but said they were all hot. The really hot independent girls that like UDP parties, for example, if they were forced to join a sorority, would probably pledge Phi Phi. 

We walked up the steps and rang the doorbell, and it was answered by a pretty hot house mother in her forties, who took us to formal parlor that could have been decorated in 1870. The Phi Phi president was attractive, with black hair, bright green eyes that were shining with intelligence and purpose, and a compact but compelling figure. She was introduced as Millicent Hathaway, and she was dressed in a very elegant blouse, skirt, and sweater not unlike what I had seen Peggy wearing when I first met her. I was surprised to find that Millicent was sending Suzie for me, the ZZZ prez, and Kevin, all clearly and purely and equally! She made small talk for a moment and then the ZZZ prez said I had a problem with the AG's and wanted to ask for her help. Millicent smiled and said conspiratorially "the enemy of my enemy is my friend, eh?"

She said she needed to talk to me alone and said goodbye to the Kevin and the prez. "Tell me your story."

I asked her if she had seen the "Coed Cooze Cam" page on the AG web site, and she made a face. "Yes. Unfortunately we have had some Phi Phi's on that page in the past."

"Well, I managed to get a lovely young lady featured on that site, through no fault of her own, and now I need to fix it before she finds out or it gets more widespread attention. I need to somehow erase that footage, and any other stuff they have, before they publish her address and post any more videos or information."

"I have not seen the video. Can you describe it for me?"

"It was taken from the AG house with a telephoto lens focused on the window of a high rise apartment building, and it shows a blonde woman in a red leather outfit fellating me. My face is outside of the frame, and hers is obscured and at an angle. She cannot be indentified from that video, but might be from some later footage. It was my idea to put her in that window. I did not know about the AGs or their web page, but I should have realized there was that kind of risk in general."

"Why did you put her in the window in the first place?"

I sighed. I might was well tell her the truth. "She is my sub and I am an inexperienced master. I needed to humiliate her to get her excited, and putting her in the window accomplished that. But I should have realized the risk."

Millicent looked up and stared at me curiously. Her Suzie signal morphed and growled at me, but then she suppressed it just like Nora did! "What do you do now to achieve the same result without the public exposure?"

"I brought in another female to watch."

She sent another strong and raspy Suzie spike that was almost immediately squelched. "And how did that work out?"

"Well, a gentleman should only say that they are both wonderful young ladies and I am privileged to have met them." I could not help that a little bit of a 'shit eating grin' appeared on my face.

"Is your sub well taken care of now?" she asked with a bit of a challenge in her voice.

"Yes." I looked at her directly and tried to send a strong Suzie ping of Lara squirting.

Her eyes grew wide and a strong and unquenched set of Suzie signal pulses filled my consciousness and repeated steadily. It was almost hypnotizing. I told her about my meeting at 8 with some hackers that may be able to help, and she offered to attend and help develop a plan. When I told her it was at the UDP port she smiled. "I will see you there."

I texted Oiler, and he said come over now and have dinner with them so we could plan. He introduced me to short but very muscular guy with thick glasses and an old style 'mullet' haircut. His clothes said 'super nerd' even without a pocket protector being visible. But his eyes were bright and active. Oiler introduced him as 'The Cisco Kid' so named for both his taste in music on old vinyl records and his total command of routers and switches. Esmeralda Estigoy was there, with a big guy that looked a lot like her, and must be her older brother. He had on a pair of jeans and a khaki uniform shirt with the logo of the largest local cable and ISP franchisee, and the name 'Eddie' in script. 

Esmeralda said "One of my best friends from high school ended up on that web page. She was so embarrassed she attempted suicide. She survived, but dropped out of school. I am here to help take those degenerate mouth breather AGs down, hard! My brother Eddie was her friend too, and he is one of the senior techs for the company you see on his shirt, and he just might be able to help!" 

The Cisco Kid laughed. "You are a master of understatement and cute too!" and Esmeralda smiled at him. 

Oiler sort of took over running the meeting. "Cisco, tell us what you found out about the site."

Cisco was suddenly all business. "It's externally hosted on a cheap and very popular host with several well known vulnerabilities. The video is displayed using the same flash server that many porn sites use, and they keep it updated and it is almost impossible to download the video directly from the site. Frame grab is easier. We have not seen the video on any other site. So far most of the hits on that video are local and it has not drawn any more traffic than the site has had in the past few months. We did a war drive and they have a WPA protected wifi network that almost everything in the house uses. There is also an old wired Ethernet with an NAT firewall, but the 'sysadmin' is just a frat rat and not a real pro or hacker; he is lazy and he usually keeps his desktop logged in on both the wired and wireless networks, and keeps a USB cord in the router all the time, and has not reset the router's factory password since he figures he has complete physical control."

Eddie laughed. "It figures that a creepy site like that would have a dork as a webmaster! And if I may interject, after Esmie called me, I took the liberty of dropping by the service cabinet in the alley behind the AG house and setting up a little linux box sniffer, installing a keyboard logger on the sysadmin's desktop, and creating mirror sites for his desktop and their servers. He pulled out his laptop and showed Cisco where the mirror sites were and how to log in. They gave each other a high five. 

Cisco continued. "The site is low traffic and is not covered by the wayback machine or any other time machines I could find. And I don't think the web host company realizes this sub-page is on the main frat site, as they have a strict ban on hosting improper photography stuff. The AG network uses a commercial appliance backup, but it only writes to the offsite weekly. There isn't much chance of hacking the offsite backup server, or the web host. I think our best chance is to replace the video files on the local server with dummy files of the same size, and then let the normal backup process write over the backups on the remote server. We could do a DOS attack or DNS spoof, but it might attract more attention to the site in the long run, so it's no good unless we have destroyed the file first."

Gretchen and a couple of the other UDP guys showed up with food for us from the frat's kitchen and we all chowed down while the meeting continued. I was not following everything, but it seemed like the AG network was pretty porous. The key issues seemed to be if we should wait a week for the normal backup to overwrite the file with Lara on it, or should we try to force a backup and thus an overwrite sooner but maybe call attention to the file. They also seemed to conclude that to be really sure we had covered all the bases, we needed to get into the AG house and plant a little Linux box directly into their wired network that could transfer files via a separate wireless link to the mirror sites, and do a scan on all the member's computers.

Millicent of the Phi Phi's arrived, and accompanying her was a tall and thin young woman. She was nice looking, with dark skin and a slight epicanthic fold to her eyes, but with surprisingly light brown hair and a trim figure and amazingly active light brown eyes that portrayed massive intelligence. I made as many introductions as I could and then Millicent introduced the young lady as Mei Ling Johnson, a computer science student, Phi Phi member, and a hacker of some repute known in the underground as 'xuxiadiamond'. Cisco's head snapped up like someone had hit him with the business end of a cattle prod. 

But he kept his concentration, and summarized what had been covered so far as succinctly and completely as I would have thought possible, without even altering his moonstruck stare at Mei Ling. For her part, she was obviously absorbing everything he was saying, and also sending a moderate but steadily increasing Suzie signal for him.

Oiler took over smoothly and assigned the obvious follow ups on inventorying the servers and examining all the files, and making a summary and recommendation on waiting on the regular backup cycle. The he threw the floor open on ideas for getting inside the house and plugging into their network. Some discussion followed, and we were all asked to think about connections we might have and report back to Oiler. As the meeting broke up, Cisco sought out Mei Ling and introduced himself by his hacker name 'drinkingport'. Her eyes widened in recognition and her Suzie signal amped up by several notches. Suddenly those two were in their own little world. 

Millicent took me by the arm and asked how much I knew about Cisco. I referred her to Oiler, told her that I trusted Oiler completely, and said she must have noticed that Mei Ling had it bad for Cisco. Millicent laughed and said "Mei Ling has never 'had it bad' for any guy. They all chase her but none of them have been smart enough to not bore her to death in the first few minutes. I just noticed that Cisco has it bad for Mei Ling, and was going to figure out how to let him down easy!"

I laughed. "Mei Ling is very interested in him." I concentrated on her Suzie, and it was nearing the top of the 'chase me' scale and trending toward 'fuck me tonight' territory. "In fact, I bet they end up in bed sooner rather than later!"

Millicent snorted and looked down her nose at me! "Would you care to actually make a wager, young man?"

"Perhaps I would. What are the stakes and can you pay off when you lose?"

She was spitting mad at that comment, but suddenly she was once again sending a nice little Suzie signal for me. Nothing like Mei Ling was sending for Cisco, but very promising, nevertheless. 

"If nothing happens between them by the end of the semester, you will spend an entire weekend as my sub, doing whatever I desire and whatever pleases me."

"And you will not interfere or try to drive them apart?"

"Of course not. Just to be complete, although it will not happen, what it is the payoff if I lose?" She looked haughty but hot.

"You will spend a weekend in complete submission to me and two women." Her Suzie spiked and flamed! I continued. "Actually you win either way. If you win the bet you get what you think you want. If I win the bet you get what you really need!" I laughed, and offered her my hand to shake. "Is it a bet?"

She took my hand, and said. "I am looking forward to whipping you into shape!" With her touch I was plugged into her Suzie now, and I didn't even need to ping. Her signal was strongly modulated with her being strapped down, being ravaged and coming like crazy! 

I took her hand up to my lips and kissed it. Her eyes went wide. "I am looking forward to making you really satisfied and totally happy for the first time in your life." I hoped my faith in reading Mei Ling's Suzie signals was justified, or I might have to take Mrs. Douglass' advice about submission: try it once and see if you like it. Mrs. Douglas did and definitely did not like it.

When I got home, I sent Asa Weltschmerz an update on the meeting. He emailed back that we had talked to a lawyer and even though we might have a case, filing it would most likely ensure more publicity and more traffic to the site. If we just pressured AG to take it down, the video might circulate underground and end up on other sites or message boards, and we needed to try to find a way to erase that puppy completely. I decided to wait until Friday to talk to Suzanne about all this. I worked at my homework, taking three times as long as normal to do it about half as well as normal. I finally went to sleep. 

Thursday was routine, until I got some updates from Oiler: they found some very interesting stuff on the internal servers via the wireless network, and wanted me to drop by UDP tonight after dinner to talk about a plan. There was a pool party at AG this Saturday and maybe we could slip some women in as attendees, but the AGs had a reputation for pawing and stripping unescorted girls at their pool parties, and maybe worse. Cisco and Mei Ling were trying to map the locations of the Ethernet ports to see if there were any easily accessible ones near the pool. 

I walked over to UDP after supper, and Oiler took me up to his laptop in his room. "I haven't showed these to anyone yet. They are practically radioactive!" I wondered what the hell he could mean as a video began to run. It showed an old kids plastic 'slip and slide' toy like we used to use in the yard in the hot Texas summers, and panned up to show six young guys looking kind of sheepish as they looked at the slip and slide. An order came from off camera 'Pledges, Strip!' and the six young guys took off their clothes. Then about 40 other guys, presumably the AG full members, stood all along the length of the slip and slide, like they were going to watch the pledges slide. 

"What's the big deal?" I said. He laughed and pointed to the screen.

The 40 older guys zipped down their zippers, took out their cocks, and began to masturbate frantically! I could not believe my eyes. It did not take long for them all to ejaculate on the slide, and although the volume was not great the slide was probably now even slipperier than water would make it. The off screen voice commanded 'Pledges Slide!' and they ran and launched themselves, face down, onto the slide. This was a two camera shoot, and the second camera showed the pledges at the end of their slide, with the sticky stuff all over their chests and faces! If the were not judged to be sufficiently sticky, they had to go back and slide again. Once they were judged to be well coated, they crawled on all fours past the line of members (so to speak) and each delivered a hard swat from a pledge paddle on each buttock. 




My Only Talent Ch. 08



I was stunned. "That's the grossest thing I have ever seen. Why video it? Who is the audience?"

Oiler laughed. "It is disturbing, isn't it? Apparently this is a long standing AGs tradition going back long before video cameras. Some of the older files appear to be 16mm films that have been transferred to video. And according to the server logs, every year these things are put on a password protected page on the site so the alums can look at them." He was right, this was radioactive. AG alums included several US Congressman, lots of state officeholders, judges, mayors, and a few news anchors and weathermen. An evil plan began to form in my mind.

Oiler continued. "I also found the other footage of Lara." He clicked on an icon and the video began. It was shot from the same angle, but the day was cloudy and there was much less glare on the window panes. A blonde girl was on the table in the windows, and an unrecognizable guy (me) grabbed her by the hair, flipped her over on her back, and quite vigorously began thrusting into her mouth. The girl's face was clear for only an instant, but a freeze frame night yield a recognizable head shot, so to speak. As the video ended, another text crawl called out the address of Lara's building. We had to stop this thing before it was posted on the web. 

I told Oiler and Cisco my plan. Cisco giggled like a little kid. "Oh, I like that!" He said he would get together with Eddie, Esmie, and (as his eyes got a dreamy and faraway look) Mei Ling to game out the best way to do it. But he looked less enthusiastic when he said "We have to get our device plugged into their network to be sure we got all the copies. We can't be sure from only the ISP side of their router and via wireless like we have now." It looks like 'social engineering' was the important final step, and it was up to me to make it happen. 

I kept working through things in my head all through Friday morning, and during my first three miles on the track. By the time Suzanne showed up, I knew what we had to do, but I still didn't know how to get it done. Maybe explaining things to Suzanne would help me think it through. I gave her the brief summary and she stopped me when I mentioned the AGs.

"The fucking Alpha Gamma's!" She was livid. "Do you remember me telling you about the toga party I had to leave because my date was too drunk to stand? That was a fucking Alpha Gamma pledge that I was stupid enough to date when I was a freshman! Those sorry pieces of shit just keep surprising me with how completely degenerate they are!"

I resumed my summary, ending with the need to physically plant a device in the AG house, with the best opportunity being at the Saturday pool party this weekend. Every time I looked over at her, her eyes were flashing and she was flexing her arms and enthusiastically choking imaginary necks with both hands. Suddenly she stopped me. "Get me the device and I guarantee I can get it in place on Saturday!" I pressed her for more information, and she hedged, and then said "The freshman I dated is now President of the AGs. It looks like he is going to take him six years to get a degree. He is still obsessed with me. If I call and ask him for an invite to the pool party, I will get it. I will take my soccer gang, and they will keep the AG's distracted while I plant your little box."

"What about your physical security? The AG's have a reputation for manhandling, stripping, and or assaulting girls who go to their pool parties!" 

She laughed. "The girls I am planning to take can handle about 4 AG's each, MMA style. If you want to add someone to my crew, bring 'em on. But I don't want Lara anywhere near the AG's that Saturday, in fact, I would like both of you to be out of town." 

"Lara will be. She is meeting some friend of hers in San Antonio for an all day shopping trip. I am also planning a day trip out of town on Saturday." 

When we finished our run, I gave Suzanne contact info for Oiler, Mei Ling, and Cisco, and she said she would talk to them right away. Then her eyes flashed again. "And not one word to Lara about this! If we do our jobs right, she will never have to know about all this. I'll see you at Lara's place later for our sewing circle." She smiled, but her eyes were troubled.

I didn't even feel like thinking about lunch. I showered and sat through my classes in a fog. Lara texted me and said to come by about 7, and to eat supper first, because she would be sewing, not cooking. I called Oiler, and he was fired up, saying that Suzanne had solved the "social engineering' problem, and he was confident we could get things done now. I sent an email update to Asa Weltschmerz, saying that I had a plan that I thought would eliminate all copies of the videos and bring down the website for good, and it should be done this weekend. At dinner I tried to make up for missing lunch, and walked over to Lara's place feeling good physically, but still worried about fixing the AG problem.

Lara answered the door and let me in. Suzanne was standing up on a step stool, covered with paper sewing patterns held together with what seemed like a million little silver pins, and covered with chalk marks, too. Lara was taking notes in a spiral notebook, and they both seemed giggly and excited. Suzanne may have been forcing it a little bit, but Lara seemed genuinely giddy. "When do I get to see these costumes?" I asked. 

"Not until Halloween. Otherwise it's bad luck for the contest." Lara giggled again.

"Well I do have one major requirement. Lara's costume cannot be red!" 

Lara started to protest, but Suzanne looked surprised and then piped up. "Actually, Lara, that's probably a good idea. I would like to wear red, and you take the white, and we will let Dr. Evil here wear black!" Suzanne winked at me, and I winked back.

I literally twiddled my thumbs for a while and they finished their measurements on Suzanne. Then Lara stepped up on and Suzanne began covering and pinning her into another set of patterns. It took forever. Both girls teased me every time I fidgeted or walked around. "Got ants in your pants there Animal?"

"I hope you have more than ants once we are finished measuring you."

"You better behave or you will get stuck!"

Soon they finished with Lara and I got up on the step stool. Another set of paper patterns came out and soon I was festooned with paper and pins too. They were both pawing me and pinching me and enjoying themselves far too much for my comfort. It took forever, but finally they said they were ready to do 'mock ups' for final fitting on Sunday, and started to put their sewing stuff away. 

Then Suzanne got a very naughty look on her face and announced "Lara and I have devised a little game to challenge your talents, Animal. You just stand there and watch for a minute, but first you need to get naked so we can gauge your reactions to the game." I figured being naked with these two was always a good idea, and I stripped quickly, full of anticipation. 

The two girls stood close together and began kissing each other, like one of those 'I kissed a girl' videos that were all over the internet a while back. It had an immediate effect on me. They smiled, and then Lara took off her blouse and Suzanne began to caress her breasts through her bra and kissed her even more enthusiastically. I was now at full attention. After a few more minutes of really enthusiastic kissing, Suzanne took off Lara's blouse and proceeded to kiss and gently bite her nipples like she really meant it, and I got even harder. Soon the all the underwear came off and they stood kissing each other deeply with their hands cupping each other's asses. It was very hot. 

Suzanne put a fancy digital kitchen timer on the table, setting it to go off every three minutes. "We are going to get into a fun position with each other, and you may kiss or penetrate whatever orifices are available until the timer rings again. Then we will get into another position, and you have another three minutes. We will continue the game until you come!"

Without even waiting for a response, Lara grabbed Suzanne and pulled her into the bed, with Lara on the bottom and Suzanne on top, and they swiftly moved into a 69 position. Suzanne's amazing ass swam into my view. Ever the gentleman, I used my tongue for a few seconds to lube her a bit, and then joyfully slipped my erection into her lovely rectum. She hummed happily, but her mouth was glued to Lara's pussy. The timer dinged way too soon for me. Both girls laughed and then rolled over 180 degrees, with their mouths still on each other's snatches. I tried to adapt, slipping into Lara's beautiful backside with as little delay as possible. It was wonderful.

The timer dinged again. The girls laughed and then rolled over again. Suzanne said "repeating positions is not allowed!" and I decided to plow into Suzanne's wonderful wet pussy. This had the added benefit of freeing up Lara's tongue to alternate between my cock and Suzanne's clit. I liked this game. The timer dinged, and they rolled again, and I lost no time entering Lara, and Suzanne lost no time in putting her tongue to work. I wasn't even close to coming yet, but I was certainly having a good time. 

One more ding and things changed again. Lara on the floor, with Suzanne on her face, and soon my cock was in Suzanne's mouth. Lara must have been doing good things to her, because Suzanne was sucking me frantically. Another timer ding and then Suzanne rolled onto her side. I decided to take the initiative and entered her pussy from behind, and Lara reacted quickly and began tonguing her clit fervently. Suzanne came twice before the timer sounded. 

The timer dinged again, and Suzanne climbed back up on the bed with Lara on top of her and almost attacked Lara's clit, leaving her lovely ass up in the air. Suzanne said "Game over. Let's just make her come!" So we did. I tuned into Lara's Suzie signal and tried to synchronize my motions with it to bring her off. Suzanne was crazily enthusiastic with her tongue work, and Lara popped and squirted. I was in the zone, and so was Suzanne and Lara had two more big shuddering orgasms, and then she screamed and I shot in her and shook and we both squeezed her and kissed her and just cuddled for about 30 minutes. Then I realized that Lara had gotten excited, and super excited, and had come like a frantic little bunny rabbit, with no spanking, whipping, humiliation, or fear! My plan was working. I was ecstatic. 

Suzanne had figured it out too. "Oh Lara, you came so beautifully for us! I love the way you taste when you come hard like that. And no spanking or whipping at all. You are so hot!"

Lara balled like a baby, apparently getting her full endorphin rush. "You guys are so good to me and it was so wild and exciting that I didn't need to get spanked! But y'all can spank me anytime you want, and I still want it sometimes." We were all sweaty and the air conditioning was blowing cold, so we wrapped up and cuddled together and I managed to get both their heads on my chest and all was right with the world. Did my 'project spank Lara' really accomplish its goals, or did I just get lucky? I pondered that all the way back to the dorm.

Saturday morning my alarm went off at 3:30 AM. I took a shower with tingling nipples and a happy cock, brushed my teeth and put on some outdoor type clothes. Peggy's 'jeep' turned out to be a tricked out 'Pimp My Ride' style Range Rover with classical music on a super sound system. She had our destination already programmed into the navigation system and a picnic basket in the back seat. There was another, smaller basket in between the seats and as I looked at it, she said "Breakfast!" Inside there were a couple of homemade 'egg Mac Muffins' with real Canadian bacon, Colby Cheese, and handmade Hollandaise sauce, and two plastic cups with snap on lids filled with fresh squeezed orange juice. It was delicious. 

As we merged into the Interstate, she activated two radar detectors and a trunking police scanner and hit the trip counters on the navigation system. She smoothly accelerated to about 85 and weaved her way through the big semis on the road with practiced ease. I looked at the display and realized she had programmed the smart route that avoided most of the interstate and most of the traffic, such as it was this time of morning. We covered the 30 miles to the first turn off quickly, made our way quickly through a mid-sized town at posted speeds, and once we cleared the city limits she turned on some massive aftermarket high beams and we zoomed straight south at 90. In about 40 minutes we turned off eastbound into a two lane state road that usually only carried combines and pickups during the day. The super high beams came back on, and the speedometer zoomed to 100 on the nose. I could feel the air suspension hunkering down to hug the road. She set the cruise control and then said "How much birding have you actually done?"

"Not much, but I have driven my grandmother all over the state. She is the one that arranged the use of this place for us. And I would like to make our bird watching a little more interesting with a game!"

Her Suzie signal fired up and flamed hotly. She liked games, and she liked me. "What did you have in mind?" she smiled.

"I call it strip birding. Each time either one of us logs a new species, we both have to remove one item of clothing. And jewelry does not count, a pair of shoes counts as one item, and a pair of stockings counts as one item, too."

Her Suzie went off like a radar detector at a speed trap. "But almost anything you find will be a new one for you!" she giggled.

"Is that a problem? I thought that would be a real plus, and I am confident that we will find several new ones for you too." Her Suzie flamed and spit like meat on a rotisserie. 

"Let me ask you a question." She said. "What happens if we have already fully disrobed, and then we find a new species?"

Love those smart girls. "I love the way you say 'fully disrobed'. That's when a special rule kicks in. Whoever spots the new species first gets to make a request of the other player, and that request may not be refused!" Her Suzie signal filled the car, with very pleasant and clear tones. She giggled again, and got out some binoculars for us. 

Suddenly we were nearing our destination, and it was still some time until dawn. I gave her the gate code and we went over the cattle guard and closed it behind us. It had been some time since I had been here, but I remembered the spot they called 'sunrise lake', near one of the three artificial lakes created on the ranch specifically to be attractive to birds when they spotted them from the air. We reached it and Peggy parked and shut off the Rover, running the windows down first. I took her hand and kissed it. Her Suzie signal was modulated with all those wonderful images again. I showed her the app that my grandmother had suggested and that I had downloaded to my smart phone. I had logged several species that I saw around campus last week. Soon it began to get pink towards the east, and some birds started to chirp. As the sun rose and it became light, we saw dozens of birds on the water. She gasped and logged five new species for her in the first five minutes. They were all new for me, too. Something startled the birds and many took flight, and she spotted two more at that point. Most of the birds were off and flying now, and when she finished typing into her phone, I smiled at her and said "I count seven." 

I took off my shoes. "One." Then my socks. "Two." Then my shirt. "Three." Then my belt. "Four." Then my pants. "Five." Then my underpants. "Six." I smiled. "Nothing left. What is your request?"

She smiled. Her Suzie took on a life of its own. It filled my mind. If those modulated images were her request, it was going to take a long time to fulfill them. It was my duty. She didn't count each piece of clothing off; she just stripped, tossing things into the back seat.

If Suzanne's wonderful breasts were like big grapefruit with small strawberries on top, and Lara's were like honeydew melons with jumbo pencil erasers on top, then Peggy's were like small watermelons with baby peaches on top. The nipples were even a little bit fuzzy like peaches. There were erect and wrinkly with little goose bumps all over them. They moved when I told her how much I liked them. They crinkled when I blew on them. They vibrated when I licked them. I lost myself in them completely. Her Suzie was giving me raucous feedback and she got close to an orgasm. She was a big girl, and she was maybe carrying 25 extra pounds, but she was carrying them on a fine chassis. I resumed my efforts, sealing my lips to her nipples again and gently using my fingers to roam between her legs. I slowly advanced, teasing her by keeping her Suzie on a slow and steady climb, and suddenly she threw her head back and came with a grunt, shaking her head from side to side. 

Her Suzie gapped and when it restarted I started back in on her. I escalated carefully by pulling and tugging gently on her labia and when she came for the second time, her Suzie signal was so resoundingly strong that it almost became part of my spinal reflexes. The signal was so sweet and so wonderful that I just wanted to hear it pop again and again. The back seat was full of gear with clothes on top of it, so we stitched seats. I put her in the passenger seat, and used the electric controls to run it all the way back and tilt the seat back almost all the way. The Range Rovers had plenty of leg room for the front seat passengers, so there was plenty of room for my legs as I knelt between hers. She reached up and grabbed the straps above the seats and then her arms were above her head so her breasts were held up and posed perfectly. But they were just for show, because all the go was going on between her long legs. She pulled herself up on the straps, spread her knees apart as far as the Range Rover's interior would allow, and I began to gently tease her with my lips and tongue. 

Beautiful juices began to flow, and even more beautiful Suzie signals began to play. She had the same reflex that Mrs. Douglass had; to squeeze her legs together when she came, and she trapped my head between those thunder thighs and there was no escape, not that I wanted to. I didn't even need her Suzie to tell me when to start in on her again. I just waited for her thighs to relax. Her taste continued to improve each time she came, and soon it far exceeded my fondest memories of Melanie and displaced them completely. Four big ones later she was having trouble breathing, so I took a break and swung over to the driver's seat and just watched her breathing. Those massive breasts heaved and swayed like two big boats on a churning sea, and her wonderful smell dominated the interior even though the windows were all open. She finally looked over at me with a red face and embarrassed smile and I smiled back like the big dummy I was feeling like. "Is there a cabin or something here where we could be inside?" she asked. 

I started the car and drove to the main house. When we got there, I pulled on my pants and retrieved the key, opened the front door, keyed in the alarm code, and then opened the garage door and drove the Rover inside, closing it behind us. I led Peggy to one of the guest rooms, threw her on the bed, shed my shorts, and climbed on top of her. I kissed her a few times, and then entered her without any further preparation. She was hot, wet, and very tight. She felt wonderful. I was totally plugged into her Suzie and hearing every nuance. I tuned for maximum stimulation and she bit my shoulder as she came again. I had reached the Zen zone; hot, hard, and able to delay my orgasm forever. I listened carefully and put a little more weight on her, which she very much liked, and suddenly she came again. I kissed her tenderly and she just about sucked my tongue out of my mouth. I pounded her even harder, and she like it even more. Her big, tall and well padded frame could apparently take everything I could dish out, so I went for maximum penetration, and she came again. Her Suzie signal was clear, perfect and signaling true ecstasy. Then it took on a fuzzy tone and I caught a new image. Well, her wish was my command. I whispered in her ear "I am going to finish off in your mouth, and you better swallow it all!" I did, she did, and her Suzie reached new heights. She wanted more! I needed to rest. She did swallow everything in a wonderful fashion, facilitating me kissing her languidly for a long time. She sent the loudest contentment signal I had ever experienced. I was pretty happy, too.




My Only Talent Ch. 08



We cuddled and tried to regain normal breathing patterns again, kissing about every 60 seconds. It was totally blissful for me. I maneuvered her into my favorite rest and repose position, with her head on my chest near my nipples. I know we slept for a while, perhaps making up for the early start this morning. She awoke and began to kiss my nipples, which had the usual result. She took me in her mouth and got me completely hard in seconds and desperate to be inside her soon thereafter. I had to take a crack, so to speak, at her from behind. I spun her over on all fours, and used my hands pretty roughly to spread her cheeks, and her Suzie flamed in direct proportion to how rough I was treating her backside. I flied that away for further reference and entered her pussy as deeply as I could. She gasped and pushed back against me, seemingly hoping for a little more. I began spanking her with each thrust, and she came almost immediately, with a miniscule gap in her Suzie before it waxed again. I shifted my knees to be a little closer to her, reached up and pulled her hair, and fucked her as hard as I could, slamming myself against her ass with each stroke. Her Suzie was signing little trills with each slam, and soon she came again. I pulled my knees up and put them just outside hers, effectively getting up on top of her to get deeper penetration. I put my entire weight and my entire effort into pounding her just as hard as humanely possible, and getting just as far inside her as I could. She began to relax her legs a little bit to get me further inside, and then she dropped her knees and laid flat on the bed while I continued to pound into her. With her pinned to the bed by my weight, I grabbed her hair again and pulled her head back around to look at her face, with bore a fierce grin as she smiled through gritted teeth. She came in almost seizure like fashion, and then her Suzie signal smacked me and I came almost involuntarily. I came so hard I almost blacked out, possibly the most violent and mind altering orgasm I had even had. 

I just relaxed and put all my weight on her, and she bore it easily and actually seemed comforted by it. I began to kiss the back of her ears and her neck. My thighs pressed all along the back of her legs and buttocks, spreading out my weight evenly across a large area. I kissed her shoulders thoroughly, and she still had not moved except to breathe. I shifted my knees outside of her legs, and used my arms to support much of my weight, and began to kiss her lower back and the top of her ass. Her contentment Suzie morphed to rising excitement, and her modulation told me she had deduced my destination. In fact, her images provide a little roadmap and script for our play. 

Peggy said "Will you excuse me for a few minutes? I need to get something out of my jeep and then use the bathroom." I showed her how to get to the garage and she retrieved a little overnight bag and then went into the bathroom. I knew Peggy wasn't a boy scout, but I was very glad she was prepared. 

She returned in about twenty minutes, looking flushed and sending serious Suzie. She carefully got back in exactly the same position as before she left and looked fetchingly over her shoulder at me. Yessum, I will, I thought. I began kissing her big beautiful butt again and sending her big pings of me doing just about everything that could be done to her ass. She wiggled and giggled and Suzied, and I devoted myself to her backside. I kissed her ass, I bit it gently, I licked it like a cow licks a salt lick. She cooed. I used my hands to spread her checks and got my first peek at her little rosebud, and got even more excited than Citizen Kane. I whistled an overacted wolf whistle and her Suzie echoed the note. I blew on it gently and chuckled as it twitched and puckered. 

I wondered if Peggy would appreciate the verbal approach. "Peggy, your beautiful ass is a work of art and your little rosebud is like a precious flower." I blew on it again, but had not yet actually touched it. It looked like it was sending Morse code. I gently tongued all around it, but not dipping into the lovely valley yet. Her Suzie pulsed, keeping beat with her motions. I licked from bottom to top, lingering only for an instant on her lovely little opening and heard her draw in a deep breath and then sigh. I tongued back and forth, covering the entire territory from her pussy to her anus, and loving it all. Then I just covered the opening with my tongue and pushed with the flat surface, not trying to slip inside her. Her Suzie flamed and sent images of me plunging my tongue into her. I teased her, pushing the flat, and then rolling my tongue up and touching her opening but not penetrating. I whispered "Peggy, I am afraid I am not going to be able to resist it!" and then I plunged my tongue into her and wiggled it for all it was worth. She spread her legs and pushed her ass up further toward me, and I knew for sure she was my kind of girl. I slipped two fingers into her very wet pussy, and gently moved them toward her G spot as my tongue continued to enthusiastically probe her butt. 

She began to moan and drip even more, and I used my other hand to squeeze her butt cheeks a little further apart. I began to plunge my tongue in and out, and touched her G spot, and she came, sending a wonderful Suzie signal and oozing some more wonderful stuff onto my fingers. I pushed my tongue as far into her as I could, and her Suzie said she was ready for the next step. I put my knees on either side of her legs, and used both hands to grab her butt and spread her cheeks apart. She made a funny little noise and then I pushed my cock up against her entrance and listened for Suzie to say 'yes'. It not only said yes, it said 'hell yes and what are you waiting for?' so I pushed ahead and felt that wonderful pressure I had been craving. I felt a little push and then I slipped past the opening, into a very tight and very hot little wonderland. Peggy began to moan and growl a little bit. I pushed forward slowly and steadily, feeling her stretch and adjust around me. Soon I was almost all the way in, and I just shoved myself the rest of the way. She let out a little scream, and I pulled out and started slowly back in. She reached back with both hands and grabbed the outsides of my thighs. At first she was gently pushing against me to slow and limit my penetration, but after a few more strokes she reached for the back of my legs and began urging me deeper. Perfect. I surrendered to Suzie, tuned into what she liked, and did my best to deliver for her. 

She wanted more, and I tried to go deeper, and she liked it. She wanted faster, I tried faster, and she had her first anal orgasm. I could feel her pussy snapping and dripping, and I was a happy fellow. She did not want me to stop, and I was in the zone, so I kept on keeping on. She liked it. I got rough, and she liked it rough. I pounded her and she took it all. She was close to another big orgasm, and I tried to time mine to hers. Her Suzie was growling and reaching a peak, so I let loose and the feeling of me shooting in her ass triggered her orgasm, too. She shook, I shook, and we were both very happy. We moved into a 'spoons' kind of position and snuggled up and slept some more, blissfully unaware of what was taking place back near campus.

Suzanne's skin had literally crawled Friday when she had called James 'Little Jimmy' Craig, her first freshman frat rat date, and now the exalted president of Alpha Gamma. Jimmy's dad, James Craig, was a former high school and college football hero who had been a complete bust in the NFL and now alternated between doing TV color commentary for college football and running very unsuccessfully for political office. It was a close contest as to whether the father or the son had the biggest ego, and the biggest swelled head. She told him she had been thinking about him, but not exactly what she had been thinking, as that might have constituted a terroristic threat. She told him some of her young soccer girls wanted to come to a 'real fraternity party' and he graciously offered invitations to them all, provided that they wore skimpy bathing suits, and agree to be in the video they were making at the party to promote membership in the fraternity to next year's incoming freshmen. Suzanne asked if the girls could film with their phones so they could prove to their friends they had been to a real frat party, and he said yes. 

Suzanne deliberately arrived early, and Little Jimmy took that as a sure sign of her desire to finally sleep with him. He offered the group a tour of the frat house, which they graciously accepted. Suzanne had been suspicious when Mei Ling insisted on going, but two things convinced her to agree to it. First Mei Ling was carrying a second and redundant 'device' for the AG network, and she was much more qualified that Suzanne to install it properly. Second, Suzanne's toughest protector, Big Liz, spend three minutes with Mei Ling and advised that Mei Ling could tie her in knots without breaking a sweat. Big Liz was very impressed with her martial arts training which meant Suzanne was completely blown away. She was also impressed with some of the other girl's devotion to providing the distraction that Mei Ling and Suzanne needed. Marilyn Jackson, who was at the same time one of the best looking and certainly the shyest of the girls, stepped up big time. There were three AG upperclassmen playing cards near the pool, and Marilyn challenged them to a game of strip poker. They drew a big and very interested gallery hoping to see Marilyn lose quickly. Marilyn was a cool customer, and she was staying calm, as the prospect of seeing any of these three guys naked did nothing for her. She was a natural at statistics, and she could usually read tells, too. And she was slow rolling these guys big time. 

Jimmy offered to give Suzanne a 'private tour' and luckily Mei Ling joined her. When Jimmy tried to maneuver Suzanne into his room, she winked at Mei Ling and went in and closed the door behind her. Mei Ling found a CAT-5 jack hidden in a hall closet and plugged in quickly. She then banged on Jimmy's door and yelled "I need to use your bathroom!" Jimmy was not making any headway with Suzanne, so he sheepishly opened the door and Mei Ling quickly used the bathroom. As the tour continued, Mei Ling turned on the charm and feigned great interest in the frat's 'server room' and Jimmy said that their systems guy was doing a 'river float' all day today and was not around. Mei Ling batted her eyes and Jimmy used the master key to let her in, and while Jimmy did his best to impress her with his truly meager computer knowledge, Suzanne found another outlet nearby but not within the locked room, and plugged in before Jimmy or anyone else noticed. 

Outside in the 'war drive' van, Cisco and Eddie celebrated as both devices signaled via their fast UWB links that they were on the network and ready for action. They kicked off several carefully prepared command scripts and waited expectantly until they could give the girls the 'get out of Dodge' signal. They watched intently as files moved and were replaced. They had both been up all night preparing the 'payloads' that were about to delivered to the AG website and servers. They were moving all the files to the sysadmin's desktop first, re-rendering them on his video editor, and them uploading them to the website. Anyone tracing them, even the best computer forensics guys, could only conclude that they had originated at that PC and were uploaded by the sysadmin using his password and ID. 

Marilyn had worn a special 'trikini' bathing suit, and as one of the frat rats actually filled an inside straight, she took off the right half of her top and exposed one breast. She managed to drag out the argument over whether or not that counted as one article of clothing for a long time. She pushed it until she finally threatened to quit the game, and the frat rats reluctantly gave in. Big Liz, who was standing guard, admired Marilyn's 'pluck' and also began to wish she would lose the other side of that top. Big Liz was not normally attracted to other girls, but she might make have to make an exception for shy and lovely little Marilyn. Several more hands went by with no big bets and no clothing loss, but then one of the AGs went all in on a full house, and Marilyn had a higher full house. Marilyn took her time ribbing him about his naked and erect state, and an even bigger crowd gathered for the game. 

Forty miles to the south of the AG pool party, the AG sysadmin was marveling at his good fortune. While he floated down the river in an alcohol induced fog, he was approached by two very attractive young women who said they were floating on the river for the first time and they were afraid of getting lost. He offered to be their experienced guide, and then they miraculously confessed that they had forgot to bring sun screen and asked to use his. He offered to help them put it on and they giggled and undid their straps so he could rub it on their backs. He was thinking that this might be a great Saturday for him. He did not recognize their Phi Phi jewelry. 

One hundred miles even further south, two enthusiastic bird watchers were waking up from a nap. Peggy was gently using her second finger to rub my nipples and talking in a sexy, little girl lost kind of voice. "Robby, I know that you are a good guy, but I know that sometimes good guys have nasty urges!" 

Her Suzie signal was sending excitement and exhilaration, but no one needed to be able to read Suzie signals to know what was on her mind. "I think you are going to spank me, and spank me pretty hard. I think so. Yes." She smiled in sort of a resigned way. "And that will make my big ass get all red and warm, won't it? Don't you think? Red and warm?"

I realized that she was imitating the cartoon character Betty Boop, who was enjoying a bit of a retro revival on campus, and being shown as a short during almost all the 'cheap movie nights' in the campus auditoriums. Betty Boop was kind of sexy.

"And then you will try to make it better by kissing it, won't you Robby? Kissing my big warm ass? I know you will! And that will make me feel all open and receptive, won't it Robby? Open for you? She smiled in a pouty little girl way that was making me hard, and her voice got lower and softer and that made me harder still. "And then you will take that big nasty hard cock and put it in my ass, won't you Robby? I know you will. My ass."

I know I could. She didn't need Suzie signals to tell me what she wanted. 

"And you will have your way with my ass, won't you? Pushing that thing all the way inside me! That is so nasty!"

I couldn't argue with that. It sounded like a great plan to me. 

"And then you will take that dirty nasty thing out of my big hot ass and make me take it my sweet little mouth, won't you Robby. You will make me suck it and swallow your hot come, won't you Robby? And don't try to deny it, because I know you will make me do it! Because of your urges!"

If I didn't have them before, I sure enough did now!

She licked my nipples. I was now in an absolutely crazy state. "And then, because you are really a good guy, you will eat my pussy to make me feel better, won't you Robby? My pussy." I began to kiss her tenderly. I could not refuse a lady. I had to do my duty.

In the alley outside the AG house in the parked van, Eddie and Cisco double checked everything, and then ran each other through their checklists one more time to be sure that they were done with all the file replacements. They decided to kick off a backup request via the network appliance, a few hours early but not unusual for a weekend. They watched the traffic from the backup appliance out to the internet, and when it subsided, they signaled Mei Ling and Suzanne, sending them a text with a loud and unusual sound that appeared to come from the cable company reminding them that their bills were due. Suzanne asked Little Jimmy to see his room again, and he got his hopes up again, while Mei Ling retrieved the device she had planted. While Mei Ling was gone, Suzanne explained conspiratorially to Jimmy that she a Mei Ling were a 'little kinky' and asked if he would be their playmate. Jimmy's imagination ran wild, and he quickly agreed to get Suzanne several of his silk neckties and strip for her. He had saved up some 'E" for just this sort of occasion, and took two tabs, offering Suzanne another. She declined, and then tied his arms and legs to the bed frame, and told him to get ready for a 'whole new experience'. Mei Ling returned, and Suzanne slipped out and retrieved the other device. When she got back to the room, Mei Ling was speaking seductively to Jimmy, waiting for the ecstasy to kick in. 

Mei Ling asked Jimmy to tell her his 'deepest fantasies' and she would make them come true. She began to rub his chest and he got flushed all over. Suzanne fired up her camera, focusing in on Jimmy and keeping Mei Ling out of the frame. The ecstasy kicked in big time, and Jimmy gushed about how wonderful Alpha Gamma was and how close he felt to his brother AGs. Mei Ling played therapist and encourage him to go on, and he talked about how the 'slide' changed his life. Mei Ling and Suzanne had no idea what that meant, so they asked him to elaborate. He said he never felt so alive and such closeness, and even though it was wonderful, he wanted more and more and even wished he was a pledge again. Suddenly he got a full erection and began to sing the AG devotion song at the top of his lungs. Suzanne filmed until he started the second verse, panned over to a picture of little Jimmy and his father (autographed by both) on the wall, and then when Jimmy started to sing still another verse, she shut the camera down. They made their way back out to the pool and signaled Marilyn and Big Liz that they were finished. Marilyn told both of the AGs that she had to go, but actually gave both of them a kiss and thanked them for playing with her. The entire group of soccer girls formed up and walked out the side door into the alley, getting into the van with Eddie and Cisco.

Mei Ling was so relieved that their 'mission' was over that she lost her usual detached cool gave Cisco a big kiss as soon as she got into the van. She was still a little surprised at her own ardor when Cisco returned it with a fervor she had never before experienced. Mei Ling and Suzanne give up their network devices and the guys powered them down and stowed them away. Then while Cisco drove away, Eddie logged into a Yahoo message group, of all places, and left an innocuous message about rock climbing, with the codeword they had all agreed to that signaled that the mission had been a success. They went back to the UDP house to view the new web page on the big plasma.

Down by the river, the float was going swimmingly and the AG webmaster and sysadmin was counting his blessings and figuring that if things went his way he could end up sleeping with both these lovely girls tonight. He was on his way to their hotel room, in their car, to accept their challenge of some sort of drinking game that involved tequila shots and removing articles of clothing. He wasn't totally clear on the rules, or exactly where he was, or what time it was, but it was all good!

I wasn't sure what time it was, either, but the sun was just about to go down, and I already had. Peggy had one of the sweetest most wonderful and edible pussies on earth, and I had spent a long time catering to it after pounding her wonderful ass and shooting in her 'sweet little mouth'. She had come at least 5 times, and we were both in a state of bliss. Somehow I remembered the pool party, and grabbed my phone. Peggy slumbered undisturbed. I used Safari to log into the Yahoo group and recognized the code for a successful mission. I cheered out loud and pulled out my laptop to look at the AG website.




My Only Talent Ch. 08



Peggy awoke. "What's going on?"

"I just need to look at a website for a moment." I waited for the ranch's satellite internet link to come up, and then the main AG site filled the screen. 

Peggy startled. "The Alpha fucking Gammas! If you are a member we are definitely finished!"

I laughed. "No chance of that! If I were ever to join a frat it would probably be UDP. But a friend told me to take look at a page on their site!" 

I looked for the tab for the "Coed Cooze Cam" and found it relabeled as "Campus Creep Cam" and when I clicked the same old page layout came up but with a whole new set of thumbnail photos to click on. The 'Crimson and Cream' video with Lara in her red outfit was gone, and the thumbnail was replaced with what looked like a picture of James Craig, the football guy, and another younger guy. There was a yet another thumbnail at the top of the page labeled "Alpha Gamma's Latest Pledge Class" and when I clicked on it I saw the 'radioactive' video that Cisco had shown me earlier. 

"Holy Shit!" Peggy exclaimed. "That's disgusting. What was that?"

The caption below it video said 'The latest Alpha Gamma pledge class upholds a long standing and seminal tradition and slides into history, joining with active members and all the previous pledge classes in the annual induction ritual.'

Every thumbnail I clicked on showed another year's 'slide' in disgusting clarity. Peggy was aghast. "Is that really what I think it is?"

"I am afraid so. It apparently had been one of their rituals for many years." 

I realized that Cisco had carried through with my idea in spades, and replaced the thumbnails with the most recognizable AG alum in each video. Lara and all the other 'coed' videos were nowhere to be found. Down at the bottom was a larger, higher quality thumbnail labeled 'AG President Jimmy Craig'. When I clicked it we saw a super high quality HD video that was new to me. A young guy was tied to a bed on one side of the frame, and next to him the video of him sliding and coming up covered with goo was on the other. Then as a blackout circle appeared over his crotch, his loud and off key voice quivered with genuine emotion as he sang the Alpha Gamma song of devotion, obviously highly intoxicated. 

Peggy drew in a sharp breath. She grabbed her phone and hit a speed dial number. "Jesse, call me back forthwith! You are not going to believe which candidate and his son just showed up in some incredibly embarrassing videos on the web!" 

At the UDP house, they played the videos over and over, and the small audience screamed their approval and uproarious laughter each time they ran. Mei Ling and Cisco waltzed around the floor to the Alpha Gamma devotion song each time the video was repeated, and Suzanne danced with Eddie, Oiler, and a couple of the other UDPs.

Down at the ranch, Peggy's phone rang and I only heard her side of the conversation. "No YouTube yet, but it won't be long. If I were you I would just film the screen and capture each of those video's before they wake up and take them off. Cousin, as the youngest and most ambitious political beat reporter in the Houston TV market, shouldn't you be getting James Craig on the phone for his 'reaction'? Yes, you are welcome. Let me know what you find out!"

While she was talking I called Asa Weltschmerz and said "Things are going great!' and he said thanks and rang off. Then I called Kevin and gave him a heads up and told him to give his father the same advice that Peggy had about capturing the videos.

After ducking a call and listening to the message from Channel 13 EyeWitless News, James Craig tried to figure out what video and what website the reporter was asking about. He called Little Jimmy and got only voicemail. He did a query on his name and video, limiting the hits to the last 24 hours, and up popped a link to the Alpha Gamma website. He clicked. He fainted.

Millicent Hathaway watched Mei Ling dance with The Cisco Kid and knew that Robbie Roberts had been correct. If those two had not already slept with each other, they certainly would tonight. Millicent texted a recent Phi Phi graduate that was doing an internship as a video producer at TMZ in California, thinking this little scoop might just get her some face time on camera. Millicent realized she had to deal with the fact that she had a bet to pay off on. She found herself shaking a little bit, and could not stop from wondering which two women Mr. Roberts had meant? But right now she realized that she needed to go upstairs and change her wet panties. It had certainly been an interesting Saturday. 

Suzanne leaned back and watched Mei Ling and Cisco dance, and wondered what was making Millicent Hathaway so dewy eyed. Suzanne missed Robbie already, and she was looking forward to enjoying Sunday sewing and Robbie and Lara without that feeling of impending doom. She was going to really let her hair down with those two tomorrow. It was going to be the hottest sewing circle ever held. 



My Only Talent Ch. 09



Meanwhile back at the ranch, Peggy and I finally opened up her picnic basket about midnight. The food was great, and so was the company. We toasted each other with ice cold sparkling cider (she noted that she did not drink either, not due to a metabolic issue like me but that she had seen 'alcoholism close to her family' and she just wanted to stay away from it to be sure), and I made toasts to Peggy's marvelous breasts, her perfect pussy, and her awesome ass, and she giggled and blushed at each one. We took the grapes out of the homemade chicken salad and fed them to each other. She toasted my tongue, saying she had never had so many orgasms in her life, and my cock, saying it was now her favorite snack. I discovered that holding some of the highly carbonated cider in my mouth while sucking on her nipples provided her with some extra stimulation, and she quickly applied the same technique to my nipples, with great results. Finally she rolled over onto her stomach and said "Please just fuck me from behind!" and I did my best. Once again she could take everything I could dish out, and she enjoyed catching just as much as I liked pitching. I listened to her Suzie signal almost absentmindedly and she came three times with me on autopilot. Her third orgasm triggered mine, and suddenly I was violently spent, and then lay peacefully on top of her for some time, then we snuggled together and slept again. 

When we awoke we went into the family room of the ranch house, which had been constructed around a patio that contained three big tiered bird baths with a flowing water system, planted all around with plants that attracted butterflies and other tasty insects that attracted birds, plus several traditional bird feeders. Hummingbird feeders where hung so they would be visible from the floor to ceiling windows. As the sky began to show pink to the east, she was captivated by the birds that began to arrive, and spotted two additional new ones on their way to winter in South and Central America, respectively. Soon the patio looked like the tarmac at DFW, with all manner of birds landing, eating, watering, bathing, and taking off again. We stripped the bed in the guest room, took a shower together, and then put the sheets and towels in the washer. We dressed and went outside and Peggy took the lead on checking the drip systems, demonstrating considerable knowledge by spotting the clogged emitters quickly and also spotting the tools and spare parts kits on the gardening bench. In twenty minutes all was functioning perfectly. She also demonstrated easy familiarity with deer feeders and salt licks, and here I thought she was a city girl. We took the sheets out of the dryer, made the bed, and hung the towels in the guest bathroom, and suddenly our chores were all done. We packed everything into the Rover, armed the alarm, locked the door behind us, and hid the key again. We took a driving tour of all three lakes in the full daylight, then passed through the gate, closed it, and accelerated onto the county road. 

Peggy drove smoothly and confidently, and it made me realize how comfortable I felt with her. I sent my grandma a quick text telling all was well and we had just locked things up and left. She replied 'any new ones :)' The radar detector sounded as we approached the state road, and Peggy set the cruise control for the double nickel, passing a state trooper writing a ticket for an eighteen wheeler. Once we were out of radar range, it was back to 100 mph and we covered the ground back to campus very quickly. We made our goodbyes with some sweet kisses and she dropped me at the dorm. I was not the least bit hungry, and immediately took a nap. I awoke when Kevin arrived back at the room to shower before dinner. He had been playing touch football for ZZZ against another frat. He shouted at me from the shower as I tried to wake up. "I haven't seen anything on Alpha Gamma in the press yet, but every fraternity and sorority has seen all the videos and I have heard some really wild stories being told about who was recognizable in the videos. Nobody can find the guy who runs their website, and their house is sealed up tight. No one is answering the door or the phone, but they send a guy out every once in a while to pick up all the jars of mayonnaise that pranksters are leaving on their lawn. I heard that someone panicked and took a welding torch to the webmaster's PC at the house, thinking that would take down the website, but it is still up. And the hit count is blowing up like a bomb! My dad has two potential clients signed up already, but he says there may be some criminal charges happening too."

He shut off the shower, but continued talking. "Everyone is ecstatic except perhaps the Kappa Kappa Alphas. They used to be certain there was one frat lower and more despicable than they were, but if the AGs get the death penalty, then 'KKK's will be the lowest thing in the food chain."

I spoke up. "Speaking of that, Kev, how did a nice Jewish boy like you end up with the initials KKK?"

He laughed. "My dad was trying to build his brand. He thought that was thumbing his nose at the anti-Semites and it would help to make him look like the baddest Jew trial lawyer on the East Coast! It may have worked, but I have taken some shit, too. Let's go do dinner."

About 260 miles south southwest of campus, the AG sysadmin/webmaster was waking up to the most awful headache and hangover he had ever even heard of, much less experienced. He vaguely remembered floating the river and the two girls and then the drinking game. The girls told him he was winning, but it seemed to him he was losing more clothes and drinking way more shots than they were. He had a fleeting memory of them naming him "King Stud" and something about giving him a chance at 'every girl in boy's town', but he was not sure what that meant. He did focus his eyes for a few minutes while they were driving and saw a sign for 'Laredo' and then seeing lots of signs in Spanish. They went to some sort of night club with topless dancers and a donkey and then everyone was cheering and the two girls from the river were gone but there were lots of other nice dark haired girls that were paying him a lot of attention and the lights were very bright. He forced his eyes open now, wincing at the pain the harsh sunlight caused. He was in some kind of really cheap and dirty motel room. He had no clothes on, and could not find any in the room. His phone was on the floor, but he could not find the battery anywhere. Someone knocked on the door. He peeked out the peephole and saw a tall dark man with a big mustache in a light brown uniform with a badge and sunglasses and a dark brown cap. Maybe this nice policeman would help him out.

I was surprisingly hungry at dinner, and Kevin gave me an update on all the latest gossip. Janet's roommate Melanie had dropped out and gone back to Houston, and Janet and Lou were hanging out together a lot now. Lou was great in bed but a little bossy, and what happened to double teaming her? I told him I was having trouble keeping up with my best girls and did not have the energy for a 'spite fuck' right now. He said he understood. He said he was amazed that he had been ramping up his kinky demands on Lou, not really caring if she broke up with him, but the kinkier he got the hotter she got and the more orgasms she had, and he was now reluctant to break up with her. He said Lou was apparently not nearly as wild as her reputation led people to believe, and Kevin was only the second guy she had slept with since she started school. We talked about the Halloween party at ZZZ and I told him I would be there but was also going to a lot of others after that. He asked if I would bring Suzanne or Lara, and I said yes. He looked at me funny, and then asked "Both of them!" I smiled. "What kind of costumes will they be wearing?"

I laughed. "I don't know that myself. I won't get to see them until that night. But I would bet my left nut they will look pretty good!"

Kevin grinned. "You fucking dog. I guess we better warn the photographer!"

I brushed my teeth and walked over towards Lara's, taking a little detour to the east and walking by the AG house on the way. There were two police cars and some yellow tape now, and two vans from TV stations idling outside with their antennas poking up. I saw a tall woman in a dark suit near the door arguing with some old guy in a very bad suit. The tall women looked like the DA I had seen on TV talking about a recent and very scandalous drug related murder that happened just west of campus. The door opened and two evidence technicians carried out a partially burned desktop PC and some DVDs. I walked on by, not wanting to draw any attention to myself.

Lara let me in and gave me a quick kiss, and said "We have a few more minutes to go on Suzanne and then you're the next model up. You may not see our costumes yet, so amuse yourself surfing the web here for a few minutes. After we measure you, I need to talk to you in private for a minute about Suzanne." I started with the AG site and it was still up! Further searching revealed a 'police blotter' one paragraph teaser on the local newspaper site that said that police were investigating a complaint about homosexual child pornography and the destruction of evidence at a local fraternity. Wow! There were a few blog posts saying things like 'be sure to check out the AG site' but not much else.

The bedroom door opened and I stepped up on the little stool and they began fitting me with a pattern made of something tougher than tissue paper that needed a lot fewer pins and marks, so I assumed they were making progress. Suzanne then headed for the bathroom and closed the door, and Lara began whispering in my ear "Suzanne wants to be our sub for the night, and she does not want us to go easy on her! She has always had some fantasies about being dominated and used, and she figures she will never get a better chance to try it with someone she trusts than with us. I want to make it great for her, but that means no mercy! Do you understand?"

I had sort of turned off my Suzy receiver since my nap this afternoon, but suddenly I realized that Lara's little crafty Suzie was about to make a try at getting me and Suzanne both to submit to her. I sure didn't see that coming, but I had to squash it now! I remembered what Asa had said about Lara and how she needed to perceive me and my feelings for her. 

"On your knees, slut!" I pushed her down on her knees, and not gently. Her little crafty Suzie burned with irritation, but then I sensed excitement, and surprisingly strong contentment. "I will do anything to please Suzanne except to ruin my relationship with you!" She looked thunderstruck. "You are mine to do with as I please! I will never submit to you or allow you to submit to anyone but me! Suzanne will not be 'our' sub! She is my sub, just as you are mine! Put that ass up in the air!"

I spanked her very thoroughly, and her lovely ass got very red and I got very hard. "You are mine! Do you understand? Mine! You belong to me and no one but me!" 

She cried and blubbered. Her Suzie signal blasted like a tornado siren, screaming simultaneous excitement and contentment! She hugged my knees, and her tears fell on my legs. "Oh Master please forgive me! I love you! I don't want anything but to be yours and to please you!"

I used my foot to push her head down to the floor and held it there. "You may serve as my assistant to punish Suzanne for not being honest with me much sooner about being a complete slut. If you show any mercy I will make an example of you and then deal with Suzanne myself. Now go choose your implements and begin her training. And if you do not take her into new territory and make her not only admit to herself that she is a total slut, but embrace it, and then you will pay the price too. She started to stand up and I slapped her back down. "Crawl, slut, and make her crawl to me also!" There it was: that tight little smile I loved so much, and those blue eyes shining like never before. She was so wonderful.

I sat on the couch in the living room, and soon Suzanne crawled in, wearing a little grey leather hood just like Lara's electric blue one, and nothing else. Lara followed behind slapping her ass with the short multi strand leather whip. Suzanne's skin was already red all over, and there were red marks on her amazing ass. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and she was breathing like she had already run ten miles. In short, she was spectacular. And Lara was in fine form, too. "You know you are a slut, I know that you are a slut, and Master knows that you are a slut. Why have you not been honest with us?" All of this was punctuated by lashes with the little whip. 

Suzanne sobbed. "I didn't admit it to myself until yesterday!"

Lara laughed diabolically. "You are about to discover how much of a slut you truly are!"

I stood and grabbed Suzanne's head using the little handles on her leather hood, and fucked her mouth with absolutely no concern for her, studiously and deliberately ignoring any Suzie signal she was sending. I concentrated on my pleasure and my pleasure alone. She literally had to fight to keep breathing. I pumped my come down her throat like an old bull topping a young heifer. She sucked me dry and worked hard to breathe through her nose. I listened to her Suzie and it was frantic with fear and humiliation, suddenly giving way to excitement. 

Lara did not miss an opportunity. "Look at your pussy drip with slut juice! You were made to be a fuck toy, weren't you!" She grabbed the handles and fucked Suzanne's sweet face with her golden pussy, showing her even less regard than I had. Lara came several times, and her Suzie sang domination and pleasure, and Suzanne's sang humiliation that then morphed four fold into rabid excitement. Lara grabbed her head and positioned her face right next to my cock. "Now suck that cock and get it hard again!"

Suzanne moved forward, searching with her mouth, as her hands were bound behind her. She touched it and I moved it away. She chased it and finally sucked it into her mouth. I had to steel myself not to laugh as Lara began to criticize Suzanne's technique. "You call that a blowjob? What are you, in 7th grade? Suck that dick like you mean it slut. Sucking cock is your highest calling! Except perhaps your destiny of licking my ass." Suzanne's new humiliation suddenly summed with all the previous excitement, and her Suzie was screaming. Lara was just getting started.

"Don't even think about coming until Master gives you permission, slut! Faster, suck harder take it all the way down your slut throat. Lara begin whipping Suzanne like a coxswain beating the time for oarsmen, and Suzanne struggled to suck me at the blistering pace Lara was setting. I looked down at Suzanne's reddening thighs and ass and suddenly got as hard as I had ever been in my life. Suzanne felt it in her mouth and groaned, perhaps thinking I was about to come again. But I was in the Zen zone now, ready to fuck for a long time before I had to come. I watched as Lara donned something new: a strap on dildo. She put a little lubricant on it and grabbed Suzanne again with the handles and pulled her back as if she was going to sit on Lara's lap, and then penetrated Suzanne's perfect ass with the dildo and pulled her back down toward Lara, fully impaling her with no warning or fanfare.

Suzanne screamed, and then a clarion Suzie like I had never heard from Suzanne sounded. It was the Suzie signal equivalent of those huge long horns that the Vikings blew to announce the conquest of a new land. Suzanne was now like a beautiful butterfly impaled by a spike in someone's collection. She was trapped and owned and she loved it. Lara lay down on her back and used her hands to grab Suzanne's legs and spread them apart, while still fucking her ass with the strap on. 

I knelt between Suzanne's legs, lined up my cock with her pussy, and entered her slowly and teasingly, reminding her "You may NOT come yet, slut!"

Lara had her wrapped up like a wrestler, and Suzanne strained to move forward and get me into her pussy deeper, but like Tantalus, Lara kept her from getting where she wanted to go. Her Suzie signaled desperation to get more of my cock into her, desperation to get more of the plastic cock in her ass, and desperation to find release. I slowly increased my penetration and pace, while Lara continued to fuck Suzanne's ass like a machine. I looked down at these two incredible women fully inflamed and considered how lucky I really was. I touched Lara's arm to get her attention, and indicated to her to let go of Suzanne's legs and to begin pinching her nipples instead. She smiled wickedly at me. I was almost overcome with my feelings for her, and I found myself sending her an involuntary 'Suzie blast' that combined my feelings of contentment, lust, and fulfillment. Her eyes widened, and suddenly the pressure on her clit as the fucked Suzanne with that strap on made her come, too. I drank in Lara's orgasm signal like a fine wine. I grabbed Suzanne's legs and almost bent her double, and began stroking into her at a frantic pace. Lara matched my moves mercilessly working into Suzanne's ass. She began to pinch Suzanne's nipples hard and even stick the edges of her fingernails into them. 

Suzanne was red and frantic and her Suzie was beyond desperate. She keened and moaned and clinched her teeth, and the muscles corded in her beautiful neck. I leaned into her face, gave her a ridiculously tender kiss given the vigor with which I was fucking her, and then whispered "You may come, slut!" At first I was not sure that she heard me, but then a look of peace spread over her face and she came so hard that her Suzie felt like it was slapping me in the face. She squirted juice from her pussy so strongly that I felt it spray up onto me and down onto Lara. But I was still in the zone, and continued to fuck her steadily, and so did Lara. Suzanne had three little orgasms one after another; her Suzie sounding like someone was hitting a kettle drum. Then she froze in rictus, and was completely silent for a moment. Lara started fucking her even harder, and Lara's Suzie said she was about to come again. I opened up my Suzie receiver all the way, and heard both girls rapidly approaching another crescendo. I locked into their signals, and just as I was sure Lara was going to come, I let loose inside of Suzanne, exploding with what seemed like more force and volume than I had ever felt before. Lara came a moment later, and then Suzanne came in a final crowning muscle wrenching orgasm that was like one big Charlie horse as every muscle cramped and then finally released. Both girls were frozen for a few moments, and the only motion I felt was my prostate, pumping the last few spurts into Suzanne. It was a memory for the ages.

Suzanne relaxed against Lara, and Lara unzipped her hood and removed it from her head. Suzanne burst into tears and balled like a baby, beads of sweat welling up from every pore. 'Lara swung her over onto the floor between us, and we began to kiss and caress her as she sobbed and shook. She drew in a gasping breath and moaned. "Oh God, Oh God, I love you both, I love you both!" and then shook and sputtered just as Lara had. "That was a bigger rush than finishing a marathon!"

Lara's eyes filled with tears and she kissed Suzanne's cheeks tenderly, saying "You are with us baby, let it all out." Suzanne cried and shook and tears ran down her face for a long time. Suddenly a massive contentment signal came up and dominated my senses, joining with the same kind of signal from Lara. We kissed Suzanne, and snuggled, and kissed some more. We slept, and kissed, and slept again. At some time after that, I woke up with a tremendous hard on. Suzanne's eyes were open and she was watching me with a funny expression on her face, and then she looked at Lara and then back to me. Then she surprised me by slipping off the side of the bed and kneeling at the foot of the bed, putting her hands behind her as if they were bound. I thought back to the first time the three of us were together, when Lara was submitting to Suzanne, and realized what she wanted. I smiled at her, and her eyes shone with excitement. I wanted it too. 




My Only Talent Ch. 09



I began kissing Lara, slowly waking and exciting her, listening to her Suzie and pushing it higher like pumping a swing at just the right time. I spread her out on the bed, and began to paw her breasts and nuzzle her navel. She woke up fully and spread her legs brazenly. As I settled in between them, she saw Suzanne kneeling beside the bed, and Lara's Suzie signal suddenly sounded in concert with Suzanne's. Lara's perfect snatch was just like the nectar Mrs. Douglass had talked about, and I enjoyed her like a wonderful fluid buffet. Her first orgasm tasted so good I had to work for another one, which was also delicious. I heard Suzanne's breathing accelerate as she watched, and my cock ached to be inside Lara. I paused above Lara and entered her slowly but deeply, taking advantage of her wet and wild state, and began fucking her enthusiastically. I was in the zone again, and Lara came beautifully, her pussy twitching and grabbing at my cock. I rolled over on to my side, so that Lara and I were both lying on our sides with me in front of her, and I held one of Lara's legs up high to facilitate greater penetration into her pussy. I looked at Suzanne. "Slut! Get your tongue in Lara's ass, now!"

Suzanne was behind Lara in a flash, and began some remarkably enthusiastic ass worship. Lara began to groan and I tried to get even further into her. She came again and squirted on me and Suzanne moved up a little and licked her juices from the bottom of my dick. Life was very good. So good, in fact, that I could not hold myself any more. I grunted a few times and shot into Lara with everything I had, and after the fifth or sixth squirt I pulled back and said "Eat that pussy, slut. Clean it out completely!" Suzanne leapt onto Lara's pussy and began to eat it like a drunken sailor eating watermelon. She dove in and got it all over her, and then sucked it up and swallowed it all with relish. Lara came twice more in the process, and I am not sure which one of them enjoyed it more. Their Suzie signals were almost perfectly synchronized, and their perfect melodies filled the room. Suzanne showed no hint of stopping her enthusiastic pussy eating, and Lara came again. Then, wonderfully, they were lying on either side of me, toying with my nipples and talking. All was definitely right with the world. 

Lara was being very complementary, I supposed. "You are such a little come slut! You couldn't wait to eat Robbie's spunk out of my pussy could you?"

Suzanne giggled. "Guilty as charged. I have been thinking about it ever since you sucked it out of my pussy, you shameless slut! I even had a nasty dream about it the other night. That's what made me talk to you about this. But getting it in the pussy and the ass at the same time by both of you was even more amazing than I could have imagined."

Lara laughed. "I am glad that you did, but one time won't be enough, you know. You are going to have to kneel and eat me on a regular basis, you little bitch! And make sure you know how to use that strap on dildo on little old me, too."

They both laughed at twisted my nipples. Suzanne said "Assuming that our sous-chef here can keep supplying the proper sauces for us!"

I laughed. "I'll always give you my best, girls. And speaking of strap-ons, I am going to need you two little monsters to help me out in the near future, possibly just after Halloween, with training another sub!"

Both girls arched their eyebrows. "What is going on?"

I smiled. "Well, there is a wonderful woman who helped me out with a little problem recently, so I owe her a big favor. And she hasn't yet realized what a wonderful and complete slut she can be! She had been holding back and denying herself that pleasure. That is what we are going to help her with."

Both girls began to signal excitement. I continued "She is going to spend an entire weekend with us, in complete submission to me and completely available for our pleasure. I will need you both to help give her an experience she will never forget. To awaken her full potential and learn how happy and satisfied she can be."

Lara spoke first. "When will we meet her?"

"Most likely at one of the Halloween parties. I will point her out. And when you do meet her, I want you to heighten her anticipation and excitement for the weekend when she will serve us. But right now I have to get back to the dorm for my curfew. I am a growing boy with classes tomorrow."

Monday I got up early because I was absolutely starving. Keeping up with several women was draining I suppose, but I would just have to do my duty for God and Country without complaint. It was early enough that I did not see Nora or anyone else, but I did get a chance for a lot of protein replacement. I went over the upcoming week in my mind. This coming Saturday was a big home football game, and ESU was riding high. There were still undefeated through all their games, especially the last three tough games that most analysts had predicted they would lose at least two of. This week's foe was a formidable basketball school, but in football ESU was expected to win, and to rise even further in the BCS standings. Lara's dad was coming down and we were again invited to the game with him. Halloween was on the following Wednesday, and I was lined up to visit the Halloween parties at the Phi Iota Gammas, ZZZ, and the Bi Phi's, and then planned to spend the balance of the evening at UDP, hopefully talking top honors in their costume contest, and taking in the new and wonderful music from the band Oiler and Ralph had bragged about. So I needed to work out my dating plan for Friday and Sunday, which meant figuring out if we were holding another set of sewing circles. I also wanted to fit Peggy in somewhere, set a date for Millicent's 'submission weekend', and follow the AGs demise. But most of this week would be making sure I was caught up and even ahead in my classes so I could enjoy Halloween without guilt.

I made it through Monday morning's classes and decided to skip lunch and try to get in four miles before Suzanne showed up at the track, to get my total to 11 miles for each day of this week. I made the four miles, and when Suzanne showed up, she wanted to talk about AG and more about the 'mystery sub' we were to train. "Well", I said, "The two subjects are related. But tell me what you have heard about the AGs."

She laughed. "A Houston TV station has a story about James Craig and his son appearing in gay porn on the web, and his refusal to comment on the story. All the major networks have picked it up now. I heard from Mei Ling a few minutes ago that the AG webmaster was lost across the border in Mexico all weekend, and they only found him this morning, and got him to shut down the webpage. Then the county DA subpoenaed the backups of the webpage as evidence in her investigation, and things are really getting interesting now!"

"That sounds like fun! Did you meet Cisco when you met Mei Ling?"

"Oh yeah. I figure she jumped his bones as soon as they were alone! You could almost feel the tension between them."

I laughed. "Well, we owe Millicent, the president of Mei Ling's sorority, for working with us to get Mei Ling on our team. And I suspect the Bi Phi's are also the reason the webmaster was conveniently out of touch all weekend."

"How did you get hooked up with the Bi Phi's?"

"Via the president of ZZZ, and Millicent is our mystery sub! She was convinced that Mei Ling did not have the hots for Cisco, and I could tell they were totally going for each other. She proposed a little bet, and I won!"

"Are the Bi Phi's all really bi?"

"I don't know about all of them, but I think Millicent is, and also needs to get her ashes hauled big time, which is what we are going to do for her." Both of us considered the possibilities as we finished our run.

I made my afternoon classes and dutifully copied down all the layers of assignments they were stacking on. It would be late nights all week, and next week too, Halloween included. When I went to dinner, the AG story was all people were talking about. The DA had filed charges against a bunch of the AGs for destroying evidence, and everyone was waiting for a story teased on TMZ for tonight about 'fraternity homo erotic rituals' at ESU and Dartmouth. Dartmouth? Millicent texted me to be sure to catch TMZ in a few minutes, and I replied that I would but I would also be in touch to schedule her 'weekend' soon, and looked forward to seeing her at Halloween, and that she might be interested to meet my 'dates' for the parties. She did not reply. I stopped by the floor lounge to watch TMZ and they had the Little Jimmy Craig singing video and another 'slip and slide video' that apparently featured an AG alum who was now a weatherman on a big TV station in LA. The Dartmouth story was apparently the same kind of sliding thing, plus a lawsuit that resulted from an injury during a drinking game at Dartmouth very similar to the one at ESU. Kevin's dad was interviewed, and I remember thinking I would certainly not want him after me or my money. The TMZ crew, including a new girl that one of the guys said was an ESU grad, closed out the episode by bantering back and forth using some terrible and predictable groaner puns, including 'sticky situation', 'Greek tragedy', and 'slippery slope'. 

After supper I dedicated myself to homework and got caught up on all the reading and assignments that were due through Wednesday, and planned some blocks of time for "classroom lecture to myself' review work. I texted Suzanne about sewing, and she said they were through with the measurements, and she already knew about the football game and that she an Lara were planning a "touchdown club" at Lara's place Saturday night after her Dad dropped us off from the game, and I was invited but only if I thought I could score. I texted back that I knew of two tight ends that I was planning to convert to wide receivers. Both of them soon texted me back "Bring it on!" That's my girls! So I had Friday and Sunday wide open, so to speak. I called Peggy and got her voicemail, and left a message and suggested a 'field day' for Sunday, and hoped for an answer soon. I got a class distribution list email from the TA in Engineering 101 that we were getting a walk on Wednesday, because Professor Lillehammer was going to be out at a conference. I decided to start running earlier than normal Wednesday and see if I could do better than 4 before Suzanne showed up. I didn't get to sleep until midnight, but I was good shape on my classes by then.

Tuesday was pretty normal. I got a few new assignments but managed to get them done and stay on schedule. Peggy called back and invited me to dinner at her place Sunday, and I accepted. I texted Nora to see if she wanted to do something Friday, but she said she couldn't. Then Oiler called and said they were having a mixer Friday night, and I told him I was in. He replied to come really early and have supper with them, so my weekend was set. My solo classroom lecture reviews pointed out some stuff I needed to work on, but I got things straightened out about 1AM Wednesday morning and hit the sack.

Wednesday I had a big breakfast with plenty of protein followed by some pancakes for 'carbo-loading', figuring I would go for 13 miles total and see if I lived through it. Ms. Wyrickie smelled much better in Rhetoric and Composition, and when I smiled at her she smiled back and blushed. Sarah had missed the class. I took two water bottles with me and set off earlier than ever, trying to get 6 miles in before Suzanne joined me for a final 7. I felt pretty good when I got the normal 4, and okay when I finished two more and Suzanne showed up. But she had to carry most of the conversation for the last two miles. She had no trouble doing that, though. "So I think I might be an endorphin junkie, Robbie, because after you guys whipped me and fucked me so hard this weekend, I got a high like I have never experienced, like I ran 100 miles instead of 27!" I looked around to make sure no one was within earshot. 

She continued. "So I am thinking we need to set up a date one weekend where I run 27 and then you two immediately ravish me! What do you think?"

I smiled, but couldn't work up the energy to laugh, as we were nearing the last lap. She looked at me expectantly. I finally said "Just finishing 13 miles here, beautiful, so a little winded but getting a rush, too!"

She clapped and pumped a fist. "Hooray for you, Animal! Once you get to 15 miles steady for a couple of weeks you will be ready to tank up and try a full 27. That is awesome!" I didn't even have the wind to tell her how much I was looking forward to devouring her piquant bouquet after she had finished her 27. 

I was just able to drag myself out to the shower and make my afternoon classes, but the pleasant afterglow of my endorphin rush stayed with me all afternoon. I got really caught up in all classes, was really hungry at dinner, and slept like a big baby, but I dreamed that I was lying on Peggy, not my bed. 

Thursday went swimmingly: I turned in all assignments and survived two pop quizzes to boot. I was ravenous for protein and thirsty all day. Friday was another good day, and I managed to run 13 without it totally destroying me, but had to miss lunch to do so. Suzanne was especially encouraging, and told me she was ready, willing, and able for anything that pleased me Saturday night. By the time I was ready to leave for the UDT port Friday afternoon, I was absolutely ravenous, once again. It was their monthly fried chicken night, complete with corn on the cob and green beans, and my 13 miles worth of stimulated appetite met good southern cooking in a perfect match. Three trips through the line later, I took my turn cranking the ice cream freezer and then got a dish of almost perfect homemade vanilla ice cream. I felt like a much improved fellow. By the time all the food was gone, we adjourned to the hall near the pool for the mixer.

UDP mixers draw perhaps the most interesting mix of girls of any frat on campus. To the first order, about 50% of the attendees were usually independent girls, not sorority members. Beyond that, the girls were not as made up and 'formal' as most sorority types, nor were they all natural beauties. But they all had bright eyes and were very intelligent looking, and even those without my talent remarked that there was usually something 'special' about them. But their Suzie signals were explicitly special: strong, clear, pure, delicious and open for easy reading. I was enchanted from the moment the first group of girls walked in, even though most of them were not sending for me. The UDP guys I had helped before were all hooked up and happy now, maybe not ecstatic like Cisco and Mei Ling, but not actively looking for new dates either, so I tried to listen for several of the other guys. And the hit rate was incredibly high: almost every woman who came through the line was sending a clear Suzie signal for at least one of the UDP guys there. I got the now familiar reaction of 'that girl can't really be interested in me', a reluctance to approach the girl in question, followed by the delightful surprise of having her being interested and very receptive. 

After the receiving line was finished, people milled around and Cisco sought me out and gave me an update, first on how wonderful Mei Ling was, and then on the AG situation. Oiler approached, and gave me a set of several previous year's midterm and final exams for each of my courses this semester. I knew they had great exam files, but I wondered how they got my schedule, but then I realized they must have connections at the registrar's office, too. Then I heard a Suzie signal so loud and clear that it interrupted my thinking and made me turn my head. When I did, Millicent Hathaway was walking toward me. 

"I wondered if you would be here. I wanted to thank you in person for leading the effort to take down the AG website, and perhaps ultimately taking down the entire chapter here at ESU."

I laughed. "Well, all I really did was to try find the right people to do what I could not, tell them what needed to be done, find out their motivation to act, and get out of their way."

She snorted. "The essence of leadership, wouldn't you say? And by design or serendipity, you also created some friendships and alliances. Eddie Estigoy and The Cisco Kid are already like lifelong pals, and Mei Ling is totally enchanted with Cisco, too."

I looked at her eyes, and took her hand. Her Suzie was sending wild excitement, and was modulated with images of her being restrained and controlled, then ravaged and violated. "I am looking forward to 'leading' you for a weekend, Millicent." I sensed her struggling to control her Suzie signals, but not entirely successfully. "Perhaps we can experience a little serendipity of our own!" 

"I suppose so." She said tersely. She was not saying much, but her Suzie sure was. 

I smiled again. "I was thinking of the first weekend in November. You can look forward to serving me beginning Friday at sundown until Sunday at sundown."

Her face was a mask, but her Suzie was a bubbling caldron. 

"I am looking forward to seeing you at the Halloween party, too. I may introduce you to two women you will become very aware of!" 

The cauldron bubbled a little more, but she was doing an admirable job of at least keeping a lid on it. I was looking forward to a full rolling boil.

Mei Ling then walked up and introduced me to a few of her friends, one of whom, Dana Duke, was sending Suzie for me in an intriguing sort of lilting way that said not 'tonight', not 'chase me and catch me' , but rather 'maybe you should chase me and maybe you can catch me'. It was an overtone of uncertainty that I had never encountered before. I knew from reading the campus newspaper that Dana was a sophomore and the rising star of the women's golf team at ESU, and was considered a sure thing to go on the ladies PGA tour, maybe even before she finished school. She was smart and well spoken, and I was very attracted to her, but I filed it away for future action. Mei Ling, however, suggested that I walk them back by the Bi Phi house were Mei Ling lived, and then drop Dana at the her dorm on my way to the mine. Was Mei Ling playing matchmaker? She knew about Suzanne, but not Lara. What was happening here? I listened carefully, and there was another undertone of Mei Ling and Dana sending for each other, but very subtly. Hey, Baby, Que Paso? 

Millicent walked with us to the Bi Phi house, and she was very restrained while Mei Ling gave me an enthusiastic hug and kiss. I liked it. I did squeeze Millicent's arm and her eye's got a little wide, and then they went through the door and were gone. Dana was watching the interaction between the other two women and me closely and then picked up the conversation as we turned and walked toward campus. 

"May I call you Robbie? That's what Mei Ling said she calls you."

"Of course you can. Anyone as cute as you and Mei Ling are can call me anything you want!"

"That kind of remark is normally fatuous bullshit, but from you it actually sounded sincere."

I smiled. "I never bullshit anybody, and that saves time and frustration all around."

She snorted. "Even about emotions?"

"Especially about emotions! Otherwise everyone is guessing and wasting time and maybe getting their feelings hurt much more than necessary. Some if that is unavoidable, but it should be minimized."

"Okay then. Are you attracted to me?"

"Yes, and you think you might be attracted to me."

She looked at me funny. "You don't sound very sure of yourself."

"I am certain I am attracted to you. But you are unsure about your attraction to me. Why?"

We were already at her dorm. "We may talk about that later!" She disappeared into the lobby. I went to bed early, tired but full and looking forward to a well rested beginning tomorrow. 




My Only Talent Ch. 09



My Saturday started early. The programming gurus had expected ESU to be 4-4 by now and unranked, but they were instead 8-0 and highly ranked. ESU football always drew a sizeable national TV audience, so the Saturday football game got picked up belatedly for national network TV, and the network had the option to set the start time, so they moved it up to noon eastern and thus 11 AM local to make it the early national game. That made for a much accelerated game day routine for the ESU fan base. We walked over the stadium at 9, and Lara's dad's suite was already full and bustling. The bartender was serving Bloody Mary's and Mimosas, and luckily for me some plain orange juice, and the food line was breakfast tacos, which were especially good. I checked the wrapper and sure enough, they came from the same little place that Suzanne had taken me for breakfast. I thought I recognized the chorizo and the fresh Habanero sauce. The Game Day analysts were sticking to their so far season long story that ESU was about to collapse at any moment and lose all the rest of their games. Although they were and should be solidly favored, the analysts were calling it a trap game and expecting ESU to lose.

Marie Oroterrassier was nowhere to be found, and Lara whispered to me that she was now spending the vast majority of her time in Europe, setting up the company's operations there, with Steadman in tow. But Lillian Gush was very visible, radiant, and still sending hot Suzie for Lara's dad. He looked ten years younger and was animated and lugubrious, running around the suite and talking to everybody. Lara then leaned even closer and lightly licked my ear and said "Suzanne is watching the game at my apartment. I am going to text her when we leave here for dinner, and she is going to do a 27 mile run, timed to finish a few minutes after Daddy drops us off. She humbly requests that Master train her vigorously as soon as she arrives. I think she expects to be used and abused quite extensively. I hope Master will see fit train me too!" 

I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "We will see how well you perform under the table at dinner!" Lara drew in a huge breath and stumbled against me. Maybe she had forgotten! She sort of stumbled away and began talking to her dad, and I looked up and saw Lillian watching us with silly grin on her face. She came over and took my arm, steering me to two unused seats near the windows, just as the band was about to leave the field so the game could start.

"Lara looks better over the last few weeks than I have ever seen her! You must be taking very good care of her?" She sort of leered at me and squeezed my bicep, but she was sending Suzie only for Lara's dad, not me.

I smiled, "She is a wonderful young lady and I am very fortunate to have met her" using my standard, prepared line.

She laughed heartily. "That's a very gentlemanly way to say you are fucking her young blonde brains out, and I think it's great! No woman looks that much better that fast without some frequent mega doses of Vitamin Dick, if you know what I mean!" 

She seemed to delight in the scandalized look on my face, but I tried to recover. "You are looking absolutely radiant yourself, Lillian. One might say gushing!"

She giggled. "Guilty. Lara's dad has been storing up a mixture of guilt and lust for years since his wife died, and he has been taking it out on me for the last two weeks, and I have loved every minute of it! By the way, thank you for suggesting it!"

I know I looked surprised. She continued "He told me about your advice, and it was doubly good for both of us. Marie is a cold calculating bitch, but I have been getting warm and wet for him for years. He turns out to be a perfect fit, although he is still a little conventional in the sack. But I am working on loosening him up! I am just glad he could see past my plain features to realize how much I liked him."

I was a little surprised at her self-awareness and frank appraisal. "Real honesty and openness are always attractive to a smart guy, which he is. And a woman who truly knows what she wants, and says what she wants, is usually irresistible."

She looked thoughtful. "I am afraid he may be put off by some of the things I want."

I laughed. "Do they break any of my cardinal rules?"

She looked funny. "What are those?"

"No animals, no children, and no feces." I smiled. "As long as a young lady avoids those, I am duty bound to give her anything she wants. And if you approach the subject honestly, I bet that would work for you, too. Can you get what you want within those guidelines?"

She snorted. "That leaves a lot of territory open, including all of my needs and fantasies. You seem very sophisticated for such a young man."

"I had an excellent teacher. And the first lesson was honesty and openness." I got up to get another glass of tea before the game started, and Lara slid in to talk to Lillian. While I was filling my glass, they were already talking a 100 miles an hour into each other's ears and giggling like two school girls. 

Lara's Dad beckoned to me to sit next to him in the front row, which I did. The coin flip had just been completed and there was less than two minutes until the kickoff. "I suppose those two are talking about us?"

I laughed. "I think so, and I think Lillian is fantastic. You look happy and she looks radiant!"

He smiled like he knew a secret. "She is wonderful. I would do anything for her!"

I smiled conspiratorially. "That's my final piece of advice. Lillian seems to be very 'passionate' woman, who may need some special things. If she asks you for such things, you must do them for her. And if you need special things, ask her to do them for you. I'm sure she will." He managed to look both guilty and hopeful at the same time. 

Then he caught me napping with a quick question. "Are you fucking my daughter?"

"Yes, Sir, I am. Are you fucking Lillian?"

He smiled. "Yes I am, and proud of it, too!"

The canon fired signaling the kickoff and we both swiveled our heads to watch the game, along with more than 100,000 other people. ESU kicked off and proceeded to defy the analysts and critics again. The defense opened up with a three and out stop, giving the offense the ball back quickly inside the opponent's 50. Three plays later the new ESU freshman running back phenom took it in from 36 yards out. A pick six on the very next drive put ESU up 14-0 very early, and the opponent's lackluster running game gave the eager defensive line rotation carte blanch to rush the opponent's promising new transfer quarterback. They all had fresh legs and lots of swagger. The offensive left guard and tackle slowed the rush down a little bit, and the center tried, but the right side of their offensive line could only wave as the ESU rushers went over, around, and through them. Their new QB mainly had to play duck and cover, and some of his best plays were to get the ball safely out of bounds before he got hit. We were enjoying every play, and ESU was up 35-3 at the half.

The mood was festive during half time. Lara's dad was talking seriously to Lillian in the corner, and her eyes got wide and then she smiled and kissed him. Then she spoke in his ear and he smiled and nodded too. I found Lara talking to Asa and gave her a hug. She said she needed to hit the bathroom before the second half started, and Asa took up the conversation with me. "Looks like you did more to the errant fraternity than just take Lara's video down. They may be occupied with other things for some time to come. Did you make any enemies in the process?"

"I actually made some real friends in the process. It seems there were several very capable people who shared my lack of respect for the AGs. I don't think the AGs even know what happened to them, or who was behind it, and I don't think anyone will find out. Lara does not even know she was connected the AGs in any way, and I hope we can keep it that way." 

He smiled broadly. "That's good. Lara looks even better than last time I saw her a week ago. She is the happiest she has ever been, and her father is too."

The ESU second units were getting lots of live game snaps, and looking really good. The TV analysts were even joking about how they were getting to see a lot of the highly touted freshman ESU recruits playing with the 2's, and they all looked good. The ESU defense was still playing a ten man rapid rotation on the defensive line, so they just kept doing it, and kept getting sacks. When ESU went up 49-6, the opposing coach let his backup QB get some snaps. It was good that he had fresh legs, because the outside rush made him run for his life. He was pretty fast. ESU finished them off at 59-9, and the analysts were suddenly impressed.

Lara's dad was in an expansive mood. He had made dinner reservations at one of the local standards just south of the river that had been recently remodeled and modernized, and I soon had some of the best lamb I had ever had in my life. Lara and I were sharing some sort of German chocolate cake tasting tart thing that would have made even my grandmother jealous of the chef. Lara was seated in the corner chair of the table with me next to her, and with another couple in the middle and then her dad and finally Lillian on the end next to him. Lillian was clearly playing footsie with Lara's dad, and they were having a great time. Lara smiled at me with a hint of apprehension as I whispered in her ear. "On your knees, slut, be quick about it and swallow every drop!" Her face turned white, but then that wonderful sly little smile crept across her face, and her Suzie signal screamed like an air raid siren that only I could hear. She slipped down seemingly un-noticed, and I felt her fingers pulling down my zipper. I had come up with this whole idea from my research on how to excite her, but suddenly I felt my pulse thundering in my ears and realized I was frantic with apprehension and excitement. The shoe was on the other foot, or something like that. I swear I heard Mrs. Douglass laughing.

I tried desperately to put an expression on my face that said 'everything is normal here, nothing to see here and Lara is probably in the ladies room'. But I knew my face was turning red and my blood pressure must be stratospheric. Luckily the table was tall enough and big enough where nothing was showing. I, however, was not a good enough actor to look completely calm in this situation. Then I caught Lillian looking at me and I must have blushed beet red. Lara brought me off just at that moment and I couldn't help but gulp and jerk my legs a little. Lillian smiled this awful smile that said she was enjoying my predicament, but at least she was holding Lara's dad's attention and my expression stayed frozen until Lara had sucked me dry. Lillian then helped me out by coughing and drawing even more attention to herself while Lara fled from under the table toward the ladies room. Lillian then stood up and announced she was going to the ladies to check on what was taking Lara so long.

They were gone for a while, and then returned giggling and talking to each other. Everyone was ready to go at that point, and after some quick goodbyes the limo left us at the door to Lara's building. Until that second, I had forgotten about Suzanne. Lara got a text saying that Suzanne would arrive in about 20 minutes, so we sat down to plan her reception. 

Lara got a fiendish grin on her face and said "Come into the bedroom and let's brainstorm!" She had some new things to show me. One was set of three ornate gold plated hooks installed into the concrete ceiling of her bedroom with big steel bolts and epoxy that were guaranteed to hold 1000 lbs each. Two hooks held what I could only describe as a cross between a trapeze and a bondage outfit, with all sorts of restraints and snaps and Velcro things, and the other hook had a 'sex swing chair' suspended from it, with some obvious places to sit and some obvious openings to facilitate penetration and several degrees of freedom for the associated motions. We figured Suzanne would be tense and we should make her tenser for a little while and then give her release, and we both wanted to do a little 'wine tasting' on her too. This should be even more fun that the football game was. 

Lara opened the door and Suzanne walked in, huffing and puffing. All her pores were open and soon all her desires would be known. Suzanne gave her a chaste little kiss and then snapped a pair of fur lined handcuffs on her, and zipped on the little grey hood that covered her eyes. Suzanne's rapid breathing highlighted how cut and well defined she was, and the smell of her perspiration was soon joined by the aroma of her excitement, an azeotrope that had both Lara and I already near our boiling points. Lara then attached the handcuffs to rings on the 'trapeze' and lifted Suzanne up slightly, and then put restraints on her ankles, too. Suzanne struggled a bit and realized she was truly trapped. Then Lara did something to some hooks and swivels and suddenly Suzanne was upside down and swinging free. Lara attached a little rope to the swing and gave me one end, keeping the other in her hand. She pulled the rope, and Suzanne swung toward her, and then she held her there while Lara tasted her pussy. The she let Suzanne swing back and I pulled her to me, and tasted her too. She was hot, wet, salty and frantic with excitement. Her Suzie was a free running oscillator – she had no idea what was going to happen next and she was shaking with exhaustion, excitement, and anticipation. 

I let her swing back toward Lara, who grabbed the handles on Suzanne's hood and directed her mouth to Lara's golden pussy. Suzanne was just beginning to enjoy it when Lara swung her back to me, and I grabbed the handles and put my cock down her throat. Just as she was beginning to like that, I swung her back to Lara. Lara used the handle to turn Suzanne around and then use the whip on her ass, very hard, five strokes per buttock. When she swung back to me I could not resist kissing her reddening butt cheeks, and using my curled up tongue to probe her awesome ass. Back to Lara, who attached nipple clips to both of Suzanne's nipples, then back to me, to spank her butt and leave red hand prints. Back to Lara's pussy for some frantic licking, then back to me for another spanking. Suzanne's Suzie signal was now a plaintive wail – she knew random things were going to happen to her, pleasure or pain and she could not guess which. She lost all control and just accepted whatever we wanted to do to her. She was ready for the next phase. I moved her to a stationary point just below the hook in the ceiling, and Lara did something with another hook and swivel that lowered Suzanne down just a little, so her ass and pussy were level with our waists as we stood. 

I reminded Suzanne. "You may not come until I give you permission!" and then began gently and teasingly licking her pussy. Lara did the same with her ass from the other side. Suzanne vibrated, right on the brink of an orgasm. Lara paused and donned the strap on dildo, and slowly entered Suzanne, teasingly just giving her the very tip of the plastic cock in her ass. Suzanne's leg and abdominal muscles strained and flexed beautifully to try to push toward Lara to get a little more inside her, but it was strictly an isometric exercise, as we completely controlled her position. I stood up and positioned my cock at the entrance to Suzanne's perfect pussy, teasing her by just barely touching but not entering her. Lara took the dildo out of Suzanne's ass and used the whip on her again, and when her muscles clinched at each stroke she moved a little more toward me and just a little more of my cock slipped into her. Lara could not hear Suzanne's signals, but she could somehow sense the delicious irony of the fall of the whip, the tensing, and the swelling pleasure from the increased penetration. Lara positioned the dildo in Suzanne's ass again, and we played a game of teasing trapeze, swinging her back and forth between alternating partial penetrations. Each swing of our beautiful pendulum girl increased the penetration just a fraction, and soon Suzanne was shaking in the trapeze trying to get some sort of purchase to move further in either direction. 

We kept this up for some time, observing all of Suzanne's beautiful muscles twitching and straining against each other like some sort of sexual martial art, and then we let her motion increase; She swung toward me and got about two inches of my cock in her pussy. The she swung toward Lara and got about two inches of dildo in her ass. We kept the slow swinging pace, fractionally increasing penetration, and then Lara swung her 180 degrees so she got the dildo in her pussy and my cock in her ass. Suzanne was now sobbing and her incredible perfect pussy was wet and dripping like melting ice cream. Then, another surprise, and when she swung toward Lara's side she got the whip instead of the dildo. Then back to the dildo. Suzanne's Suzie signaled almost complete frantic excitement and a desperate desire for release. I pushed her back toward Lara, who penetrated her fully with the dildo in Suzanne's ass, then swung her toward me and I slammed into her pussy as deep as I could. One stroke from each direction was not quite enough to get her off, and she was desperate. She cried out "Please! Please!" 

Lara laughed and put a ball gag on her, saying "What's the matter slut can't come?" She threw Suzanne toward me and I held her stationary and fucked her as hard as I could, the first time she had had more than one stroke from either of us. I hissed at Suzanne "You may come, you dirty slut!" Lara began whipping her ass in synchrony with my thrusts, and on the fourth thrust which corresponded to the third blow with the whip Lara reached around and ripped off the nipple clips and Suzanne came in a fragrant squirt. I was zoned, hard, and just wanting to fuck forever. Lara stopped whipping and I just pounded into Suzanne, and she came again in about twenty more strokes, screaming and shaking. Then something amazing happened. There was no gap, no latency, no refractive period; Suzanne was simply in a complete frenzy for more stimulation. I pushed her toward Lara and Lara swung her so her ass was away from me and towards Lara. When Suzanne was just about to swing back, Lara reached out with her left hand, slipped it between Suzanne's legs, and stuck her two middle fingers into Suzanne's pussy like you would grip a bowling ball. Her index and pinky fingers lay just outside of Suzanne's outer lips, which then slipped through Lara's fingers like a pink salmon taco. She held her there and used the whip in her right hand on Suzanne's butt and thighs even more strongly than before, continuing the same timing as my thrusts. The strokes with the whip had somehow become equivalent to the strokes with the cock or the dildo, and on the sixth swat Suanne exploded in another massive orgasm, her Suzie signal sounding like a string of firecrackers, with a tone and intensity I had never heard before. Another wave of juice cascaded around Lara's hand and down Suzanne's legs. 

Lara pushed Suzanne toward me, and I spun her around and shoved my cock into her ass. Lara fell to her knees and then began to lick Suzanne's pussy. Suzanne had one more little almost parenthetical orgasm and then I lost my Zen state and pumped my ejaculation into Suzanne's ass with all the vigor I could muster. Lara sucked Suzanne's clit into her mouth and Suzanne had one more of those shaking 'Charlie horse' orgasms that seemed to fire every muscle in her body at the same time. Suzanne literally stopped breathing for ten seconds and then took in a massive gasping breath and cried and sobbed like a baby. I held her up and Lara unsnapped the rings and restraints. I carried her onto the bed as Laura took out the gag and unzipped and removed the grey hood. We put her between us and kissed and held her while she fought for oxygen and sweat poured out of her. She shivered and got clammy and we pulled the blankets over us and pressed against her to try to warm her. It was almost like a child breaking a fever, and we lay there with her between us and were all just glad to be alive.




My Only Talent Ch. 09



Suzanne stopped shivering and then got all goofy, giggling and telling us how much she loved us and how she had almost died it felt so good. We just laughed with her and cuddled her even closer. We all fell asleep and I don't know how long we slept, but when we awoke we were all ravenously hungry and dying of thirst. The clock read midnight. Lara broke out her skillet and made scrambled eggs and toast with some cantaloupe, and we drank lots of water and fed each other and cuddled and laughed. I listened calmly as the two girls reviewed and discussed our sexual exploits at length, complete with lots of 'oohs and ahs' and adjectives and adverbs. Our little romp had already given them some ideas for 'Millicent's training regimen' as they called it. 

We cleaned up the dishes and got back in bed. They wanted to play a new game, which they called 'story time blowjob'. That sounded pretty intriguing to me. Basically, I had to tell them a sexual story, truth or fantasy, and if it got them both really hot they would give me a tag team blowjob. I reckoned it was my duty to do what they wanted. But there were some additional requirements: I had to time my telling of the story so that the climax was obvious and happened just before they were to bring me off. If it was not hot enough they would just keep teasing me until it was. I had no hope of release until they were both turned on enough, and they were the sole judges of that. It almost bordered on submission, but it sounded like so much fun I was willing to risk it. 

They scooted down in bed until their faces were just north of my navel, and looked up at me expectantly. They crooned "Tell us a story, Master!" in faux little girl voices. As I looked thoughtful, Suzanne said "if you are getting warm we will play with your nipples!" I figured real stories would be more detailed and hotter than made up ones, but I had to remember not to talk about Suzie signals. I decided to use real events, told from a fictionalized third party perspective, but embellished a bit. I began.

"Once upon a time there was a big beautiful woman. She was six foot tall and 21 0 lbs, with a beautiful face and giant breasts, so big that she was a very self conscious about them. But her ass was even bigger and even more spectacular. It was so big people would comment on it when she walked by, saying "baby got back' and things much, much cruder than that. She began to dress to try to hide her ass. She was afraid to go on dates because guys would either just stare at it or even worse make fun of it, which made her cry. But when she was alone, she had to admit that her ass was very sensitive and sexy. She longed for someone to touch it, and tell her it was beautiful. She even had dreams about a guy who would spank it and kiss it, and she always woke up with wet panties when that happened."

Both girls smiled and toyed with my nipples briefly. "Go on" they said in unison, returning to playing with each other's nipples.

"It had been months and months since she had even been kissed by a boy, and she was embarrassed as her dreams got more and more explicitly sexual. In one dream, a boy who was tall and thin told her he liked her ass and wanted to kiss it. She wanted so much to believe him but was afraid he would just get her naked and then make fun of her. But when she finally let him take off her skirt and panties, he said it was perfect and touched it and kissed it and even bit it a little with his teeth. She got so excited she could barely breathe, and then he said he could not resist and kissed it and began to lick it. She almost passed out she was so turned on. But them she woke up, and had to use her fingers to make herself come. That dream became her constant daydream, but every time a real boy asked her out she was too afraid to say yes."

Lara began to blow on my nipples, encouraging me to continue.

"One day a tall, thin boy walked up to her in the library and asked her to go out with him. She automatically turned him down like she always did, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. He said he would just keep asking until she said yes so she should save them both some time and just say yes now. He asked her on a picnic and she suddenly said yes, even volunteering to drive in her car and make a picnic lunch. He suggested they drive to a state park west of town, and she remembered a game from when she was a little girl and suggested they play license plate poker. He laughed, and said they would play license plate strip poker. She reluctantly agreed. The next car was her first hand, and she got a pair of eights. The next car was his and he only got a 10 high. He took off his shirt. She liked the way his chest and abs looked. He smiled at her. He suggested that when she lost, she just wait until they arrived at the park to strip, because it was not safe to have her do it while she was driving."

Both girls leaned forward and kept their hands on my nipples while they listened intently. I guessed I was making progress. I continued my story. 

"By the time they got to the park, she owed him four articles of clothing. She started to take of her shoes and he said 'a pair of shoes only counts for one.' She giggled and took off both her shoes; she did not have any socks or hose. She took off her blouse, her skirt, and as she reached for her bra he said 'please take off your panties! I am dying to see your big beautiful ass.' She was excited and suspicious at the same time. She moved the car to a single parking space under some trees, as secluded a spot as she could find. He smiled at her, and she lifted up her hips and slid her panties down. She looked at him expectantly. He looked at her and said 'it's fantastic'. May I please touch it?'

Both girls leaned forward and began to massage my thighs. My story must be passing muster.

"She was so scared she was quivering. Was he going to make fun of her? She turned toward the left side of the car and rotated her body in the seat so she was now facing away from him, with both of her butt cheeks pointing toward him. She was reminded of when she was a little girl and was terrified of getting a shot. But if he made fun of her, it would hurt much more than a shot. He said 'so nice' and began to gently rub her ass. It felt wonderful. He leaned over and kissed her shoulders gently, never taking his hands away from her ass. Suddenly he kissed down her shoulders towards her ass. She quivered, she sobbed. Then she felt his lips gently kissing the very top of her butt."

Both girls were playing with my balls and gently blowing air at my dick. It was time for the close.

"He stopped kissing for a minute, then said 'can we go back to my place? It is going to take me at least two hours to kiss this fine butt properly. Then I really want to get serious about it. That will take all night'."

Both girls smiled and leaned down toward me. Lara teasingly licked the end of my cock. Suzanne began nuzzling my balls. They both reached up and rolled one of my nipples between a thumb and a forefinger. I was at maximum hardness in roughly eight seconds. Suddenly Lara took me all the way down her throat and looked up at me with those incredible Wedgewood blue eyes. She did three vigorous pumping up and downs on me, and then Suzanne took over, and then they repeated the pattern. It was like a competition to see which one could generate more suction and heat on my cock. I was definitely not in the Zen zone, and even doing my best to resist their alternating efforts, I shot in about two minutes. Lara sucked me dry and then kissed Suzanne deeply. They both smiled at me and said "Nice story!" Then I suddenly realized I was really looking forward to seeing Peggy! I guess I was a bit of a dog.

Suzanne dropped me at the dorm about 4 AM Sunday, and then headed back to her place. She had a soccer game this afternoon. I turned off my alarm, hit the bed and slept like the dead; happy, spent, but fully fed and hydrated. I woke up around noon, took a shower, and moseyed on down to lunch. Still feeling fairly full, I hit the salad bar for lots of roughage; 4 kinds of lettuce, carrots, cabbage, sprouts, cucumbers, tomatoes, olives, chickpeas, and pecans, sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds, and walnuts, with some feta cheese and oil and vinegar. It tasted great. I drank a bunch of water, put on my running stuff, and headed for the track near the dorm. Few people were running on the track, but plenty were throwing Frisbees or footballs on the field inside the track or just hanging out. 

I decided to go for 15 miles, and just made it, having to really force myself to sprint the one extra lap, and I needed to walk three cool down laps instead of two. I sat on the ground to rest and congratulate myself for making 15, and saw Dana Duke and Mei Ling Johnson jogging together. They looked fantastic, and were talking a mile a minute all the way around the track. I was not sure if they saw me or not. A few minutes later Cisco joined them, and they did about 5 miles with him running alongside. Mei Ling and Cisco headed off toward Greek row, and I got up to talk to Dana. She looked a little sad as the two lovers walked away, and did not notice me until I called out to her. 

"Hi, Robbie. I didn't know you were a runner."

"I am becoming one. I just did 15 for the first time today. My running buddy says after I can do 15 miles 3 times a week for a few weeks, then I could be ready to try to finish a marathon. I never thought I could do that before".

"So you like a challenge?" she smiled.

"Sometimes I do."

"Gotta go. See you later." She turned and left me standing there. What was going on with this girl?

Peggy lived southwest of campus, almost due west of the state capitol, right on one of the shuttle bus routes, but not a bad walk either. A cold 'blue Norther' weather front had moved in this afternoon just after my run, and even hot blooded me was wearing a sweater under my windbreaker, and was thinking about a hat. When I approached the address she had given me, I realized that it was a very old house that had been split up into four apartments. The houses on all three sides of it held offices of big law firms that needed a presence near the capitol. I was actually glad I had walked, because parking was definitely an issue. Peggy's place was upstairs, on the east side, with a nice view of the capital through two windows and a little enclosed porch. She hugged me at the door and asked me to sit down, the brought me an ice tea and said she would be back in a minute. She had a bunch of cutting boards and bowls of stuff out on her kitchen counter, and a big crock pot going nearby. It smelled great, but there were so many different smells that I did not even try to identify them all. She was industriously cutting things up and putting them in the crock pot. She also used a pot holder to take a big iron skillet out of the oven, and poured some yellow batter from a bowl in it, and then put it back in the over. In a few minutes, she cleaned everything up, wrapped some sort of towel around the top of the crackpot, and then sat down next to me, saying "Dinner will be in about 30 minutes, and my roommate will be gone all night."

I figured that was my cue, and I set down my tea and began kissing her softly. "I have some urges" I whispered. 

She giggled. "I don't want to get undressed until after I serve dinner." she said coyly, almost Betty Booply. 

"That's okay." I stood up, stood right in front of her, and unzipped my zipper slowly, keeping my gaze on her eyes. She kept her mouth closed, but she had a big grin and a wonderful pair of dimples on her face, but she was looking right into my eyes. Her Suzie signal was sending a tone that I could not quite interpret, but then I got it. It was the same kind of tone I heard from Suzanne on our first night together, when she wanted me to force my cock into her mouth and fuck it. But it was subtly different, and I decided I should conduct an experiment. I rubbed her face with my dick, and slapped her cheeks with it, pretty hard, and Suzie said she liked it. Experiment one was moving back from her a few inches, so she could not touch it with her lips or tongue. Her grin turned down slightly, and her eyes looked unhappy, and her Suzie sounded a little melancholy, too. Data point one recorded. 

I began to jack off, pointing right at her face. I visualized shooting my stuff all over her pretty face, and sent that image as a big ping. Her eyes got wide, and her Suzie sent a wonderful mix of humiliation and excitement. Then I visualized her opening her mouth, covering the end of my duck with it, and sucking me dry just as I came. I pinged her with that, and her Suzie sent contentment, but much less excitement. Data point two recorded. So I was going to let her choose. I would go for shooting all over her pretty face, and move back a little when I was just about to come, and she would have to actively move forward and work to get my cock into her mouth. I must be a born scientist, because I just discovered that I have a talent for experimental design. 

I was, of course, very eager to serve the cause of science, so I did not dally in getting ready to begin collecting data. I began to breathe a little faster and her eyes suddenly showed indecision. A drop of clear fluid formed on the end of my cock, and she involuntarily pursed her lips and the tip of her pink tongue showed through them slightly. I was too quick for her, and I moved back about six inches and her lips closed again. She got a funny look on her face, and her Suzie signaled apprehension and excitement. Maybe I didn't really have the discipline to be a top scientist, because I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to see her pretty face covered with my spunk. I was just about to let loose. She opened her mouth as leaned forward, but I leaned back and shot my first spurt. It soured above her nose and landed on her eyebrows, triggering a reflex that closed her pretty eyes, but her mouth stayed open and the second spurt landed on her tongue. And then, she nailed down a spot in my all time girlfriend hall of fame with one quick action. She quickly swallowed my second shot, and then stuck her tongue back out immediately, keeping her eyes closed, indicating she was ready for the next shot. That is absolutely my kind of girl. I could not disappoint a lady, so I delivered my next three spurts onto her tongue, and she downed them avidly too. Then my final shot hit a little low and got on her chin. She snaked that long and talented tongue out a licked it up and swallowed that too. Oh Peggy, I must now devote myself to pleasing you the rest of the night. She ran her tongue up against her top teeth with her mouth open and smiled, and it was just as sexy as when Suzanne did it. 

"Well I guess we started dessert early!" She laughed. "Maybe I don't need to serve a dessert after dinner now."

I laughed, and kissed her gently. "My dessert is between your beautiful butt cheeks dear, and it will take me along time to eat it with the care and devotion that it deserves!"

She quickly stood up. "Time to serve dinner now!" We both laughed. The crock pot yielded hot and tasty Brunswick stew, and the oven produced fresh hot cornbread, a perfect combination for a cold evening like tonight. After that tasty treat I was inspired by another one, and I teased and tongued sweet Peggy until not only her Suzie screamed for it but she demanded loudly and verbally that I violate her tender butt. I could not refuse a lady. 

It had been one hell of a weekend. I would throw myself into classes Monday and Tuesday, and Wednesday until it was time to meet Suzanne and Lara for hopefully my best Halloween ever. I was looking forward to seeing those new costumes, taking their leashes into my hands and strutting into the parties with them, finding, teasing and setting up Millicent for her 'training regimen' and especially a little after party with my two best girls. Sometimes it's good to have a talent! 

But I also had some 'dating homework' to do. I wanted to figure out how to use my only talent to read Suzie signals for spotting 'the next Melanie' before I got on the plane, rather than after it crashed, so to speak. I also wondered if I could find a way to do a 'risk assessment' on a girl before I slept with her and by extension everyone else she had ever slept with. 

I was surely settling into a good thing with Suzann, Lara, and Peggy l, but I had to admit that part of me was still thinking about Candy's pink treasures, and another part of me was growing very curious about Dana Duke and her strangely lilting Suzie signals. I suppose I would just have to keep conducting experiments in my never ending quest for truth.



My Only Talent Ch. 10



Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. 

All Hallows' Eve

Monday morning dawned, and there were no prizes for guessing that I was hungry, horny, and covered up with school work. I was craving protein at early breakfast, but I remembered to tank up on carbs and water, too, since I was trying to go for 14 miles on MWF days this week and thus skipping lunch. In Rhetoric and Composition, Ms. Wyrickie was smelling tobacco free again, and Sarah was back, saying she had the three day flu but was feeling better. In engineering, Professor Lillehammer was playing catch-up since his absence, and loaded us up with 4 big reading assignments on engineering and the law, all naturally to be covered on the exam this coming Friday. I got to the track and kicked off a pace that I thought would get 7 miles in before Suzanne showed up to do seven more with me. It was several ticks faster than our normal pace, but it was my only choice to get to a regular 15 mile routine given the schedule that I had this semester. I was soon feeling it and breathing hard, but by the time Suzanne showed up I was huffing but had reached a steady state and was not in any real trouble, yet.

She did notice my faster pace, and said "Do you want finish at this new pace?" I nodded and continued to move at the new pace, and she joined me. Of course the new pace was no challenge for her at all. She took up the conversation, which was just what I needed to take my attention off of my legs and lungs, and let me move air wholesale instead of talk. "Lara and I have the costumes all ready to go, and I am looking forward to seeing some real bitch envy!" She laughed way down in her throat, kind of evil like. "There is no chance that any other woman will be wearing the same costume, but there is a chance that no one will notice anybody else's costume except maybe Lara's!" Even in my semi-distressed state, I could not mistake her Suzie crowing in anticipation of singing 'nanny-nanny-boo-boo' to taunt all the other women at the parties.

She continued, really just warming up. "Lara went a little overboard on the new collars and chains and some matching stuff for you. I asked her about it but she said her daddy was so happy about her new attitude and her grades that she could probably buy Neiman's out and he wouldn't care! Some of this stuff was custom, and then when she told the snooty jewelry designer that it had to be ready for Wednesday night, the woman giggled and tried to get Lara to tell her all about us! Lara said she just smiled, and then used your line about 'they are wonderful ladies and gentlemen and I am lucky to have met them.' Then the designer lost her haughtiness and said 'now that's hot, honey!' and gave her a high five. She is going out Wednesday morning to pick the stuff up. I am having Nora cover for me in my class so I can go too. I think that will be fun. I might be a few minutes late for running on Wednesday. Can you give me an idea of our schedule for Wednesday night, so we can plan a little bit?"

I was able to talk, but not very loudly. "Start at the Phi Iota Gamma frat party for about an hour, then the Zeta Zeta Zeta frat bash for another hour, then a visit to the Phi Phi sorority house to see Mei Ling and introduce you two to my prospective sub trainee, and finally settling in at the UDP house to win the costume contest and ring in midnight with them. Mei Ling and Cisco and some other folks will probably be at both the Phi Phi party and the UDP party."

"That sounds wonderful!" She sounded like a kid on Christmas morning. "I need to call a few friends to get some details on those other parties."

I huffed like crazy through the last lap, and was genuinely worried about finishing the sprint. Just as we started, Suzanne spanked my ass with one sharp swat and said "Nice guys finish sprints, and you do remember what I like to do to nice guys!" She took off and I did my best to keep up with her. I just managed to survive. I could not even begin to talk on the first cool down lap. Suzanne realized my state, and said "Let's walk three cool down laps." My response was just a gasp. I was feeling a little better as we walked through the second lap. Then Suzanne smiled, and said "Do want to stop somewhere for lunch so I can blow you under the table?"

I almost stumbled, but I was not ready for any extended conversation. As always, Suzanne filled in any gaps. "Yes, Lara told me about that. She said it made her so hot she almost passed out, and her dad's new girlfriend had to help her out by providing a diversion. But we also figured something else out, my Animal." Her tone bespoke attitude and challenge, her Suzie sparking. Suddenly Suzanne had a crafty little Suzie just like Lara did, or maybe even craftier. WTF! "Lara told me that a certain dominant male got really excited too, perhaps very excited by apprehension at the prospect of public exposure, eh? She said your leg was shaking under the table, and you came really fast, not at all your normal pattern, and you came so hard and so much that she almost couldn't swallow it all, and that girl loves to swallow you as much as I do! She said you even tasted different! Do you want to talk about that?"

I did not, but that probably wasn't really an option. "Well I asked her to get under the table because my research said it was a relatively 'normal' way to get Lara all fired up." I went on to tell her about accommodation, and how happy I was that Lara could have really big orgasms and really get a release without always being whipped or getting kinkier and kinkier.

"I got all 'A's in my Psych classes, Animal. In fact, I never got a 'B' until graduate school. But now that you mention it, I see the problem, and I have been researching things a bit, too. But would I be too bold to say that Lara felching your fresh come out of my very recently fucked little ass still qualifies as 'kinky'? And I have been amazed at how much getting spanked and/or whipped gets me in a real frenzy and makes my orgasms almost apocalyptic! You should try it sometime!" 

I laughed. "Well I guess there is kinky and then there is kinky. What made me nervous as the idea of having to hit her more and more and getting to the point where she would be really hurt or scarred, and that really freaks me out! And I just don't think I'm wired for being submissive."

She looked at me funny. "I think you should try it once, to see if you like it!"

I thought I heard Mrs. Douglass laughing again. I told her about what I thought about Lara (but not about what Asa told me) and her need to see me as a constant in her life, and my belief that if I appeared submissive to her or around her or even hinted that I would allow her to be with another man, it could knock the underpinnings out from under her current happy state. Suzann looked thoughtful. "I buy that. She has told me that you are her rock, and that your insistence that she belongs to you and you alone makes her incredibly happy. She said would rather watch you do 100 other women than have you tell her she could be with another man!"

Suzanne looked thoughtful. "So that's why a threesome with another guy is not on the menu for Lara's kinky agenda, either, huh?"

I nodded. "Plus I don't think I could handle it, despite my supposed enlightenment." 

She looked really thoughtful, and her crafty Suzy sparked again. "Could you handle it with me?"

Oh shit. I really did not want to have to consider that. "I have to be honest, beautiful, not right now."

She laughed, a little too much. "It's not a big issue, right now. But take warning, I may bring it up again in the future. But I am very happy to enjoy what we have and be with just you and Lara right now." 

I relaxed, but then she got me again. "What about being submissive to me, to see if it got you off? Just one on one, so it would have no effect on Lara?"

I just looked at her, and then she smiled and did not press the issue. I guess I dodged the bullet this time, Mrs. Douglass. 

At least all this disturbing talk had taken my mind off the oxygen debt and lactic acid from my run. I took a two minute shower, and dashed to my afternoon classes, where I was treated to two pop quizzes (actually practice tests for the exams on Friday) while my classmates were treated to some major growling from my empty stomach. After class, I took my study materials and practically sprinted to the dining hall, and was literally waiting at the door when the serving lines opened up. I worked on school assignments and review doggedly until 2AM, and then hit the sack. 

Tuesday morning I was still feeling a little sore from the longer run Monday, and the Tuesday classes were further reviews for the exams on Thursday. In between classes I did my 'teaching to an empty classroom' routine and it helped me focus my work. I also took the practice exams I got from Oiler and found a few more things to bone up on. I managed to fit in all my meals to fill my suddenly hollow leg and spent the rest of the day studying. 

Wednesday morning I felt better, like I was adjusting to the longer run. I had a big breakfast, and I thought I was ready for the exams. Suzanne was a little late getting back from her jewelry shopping trip with Lara, but she was smiling like a catbird when she arrived. I had a little more in the tank when we finished, and she spent most of the time filling me in about what was planned at some of the parties, although she said UDP always surprised everyone. I told her she would like the band at UDP. She gave me a little kiss, and said "See you at Lara's at 7:00 PM for your final costuming, Animal. And don't worry you get to be the dominant male and hold both our leashes tonight, all night. As with Millicent this weekend, too. But some weekend when Lara goes out of town, I might lure you into my spider web and bite you, big boy. So think about that! Dream about that!" She laughed and kissed me again. I had to be careful with this woman. She was wicked smart and suddenly growing very crafty.

After a shower and my afternoon classes I had a very early supper and a short nap, and then got to Lara's a few minutes before 7:00. Both girls came out in pajamas, led me back into Lara's bedroom, and proceeded to fit me out, and slapped away my attempts to fondle them. When they pulled out my costume, I was taken aback by its brevity. "What the hell, Lara, there are big holes in the pants!"

"All the better to let your cute little butt cheeks show, my dear!" she said in a fake deep voice.

"What about the hole in the front?"

Suzanne piped up. "That's going to be filled by some custom jewelry, Animal. How many guys can say their girlfriends had custom jewelry made for their cock?"

"But there's no shirt at all!"

"There is a shoulder piece attached to the hood, and it is going to look awesome on you!" Lara continued adjusting the little pants. It felt like the vast majority of my butt was out in the air. I looked in the mirror, and it was, but it did not even look like my butt. 

Suzanne leaned down and kissed one my butt cheeks. "Looks like all that running may have qualified you for some ass worship, too, my Animal! Your muscular ass is now smoking hot, thanks to your good looking and highly effective running coach, your abs look even better than they did at the first of the semester, and I think you can thank the two of us for all that vigorous fucking that is developing your lower back so nicely. Lara kissed the other cheek. Maybe this outfit would be okay.

Then Lara opened up a Neiman's box and pulled out something that looked like a silver armadillo, with interlocking articulated sections, like overlapping armored scales on a fish. It was slightly bigger and longer than my fully erect cock, but had extra thick material on the outside that made it bigger and look almost sinister. The mushroom shaped head was a slightly different color, and there were diamond studs on it. Suzanne laughed. "We are going to start a trend with this thing. It combines two things women find very hard to resist, fine jewelry and a nice cock!"

She snapped the fasteners at the base of the codpiece into mating fasteners on the little black leather briefs, and then added gold testicle covers which hung down out of the black leather! They moved back a few inches and admired their work. Lara took out the black leather hood and put it on my head. It was like a Batman mask that just covered the top half of my head, and someone who already knew me well could probably tell it was me, but most folks would not be able to indentify me later. It also had some diamonds on it, and some added material on the top of my head that made me look taller and more menacing, I suppose. The hood flowed seamlessly to some black leather things that looked sort of like quarterback shoulder pads. They made my shoulders look big and more powerful by making them look wider and taller. Lara pulled out another Neiman's box, and began snapping some gold chairs from the top of the leather briefs to the bottom of the shoulder piece, forming a sparse metal curtain that somehow seemed to emphasize my abs. 

Suzanne whistled. "You are right, Lara, that does make his abs stand out better. Those fashion electives you took last year won't be a waste after all, besides the 'A's helping your GPA". 

Then they had me put on some high heeled black boots that matched the rest of the costume. As I stepped back, the overhead light fell on me differently and I noticed that the head of my 'cock piece' or whatever you call the thing was not just a different color, it was semitransparent. Lara said "One more test" and took a remote control out of the box and pressed a key, and a strobe light flashed from the end of my dick. There were some other features of the costume that they did not share with me until later. 

Finally they pronounced me ready, and Suzanne took pictures with Lara's camera. "For her design portfolio!" she exclaimed. Then they banished me to living room while they helped each other don their costumes. 

I was using Lara's laptop to surf for more dirt on the AG scandal. The DA was now charging only the guy who used the welding torch with the destruction of evidence, but apparently he did it at the behest of Little Jimmy Craig's daddy, who was trying to save his political career. The DA did take possession of the backups from the webhost, and her office was officially silent, but 'a source close to the case' told a reporter that the videos were shocking and went back for years. The source also said that 'other charges may be filed.' One video reportedly showed a seventeen year old pledge with several other men's semen on his chest, and that may qualify as child pornography. Since no one knew exactly which video that was, all the TV and legit websites had dropped them, but most were already out on the web via screen capture, but apparently they had not been widely circulated in the crystal clear HD format I had seen. The webmaster could not really say where he was and when over the weekend. Several witnesses saw him at a popular river float launch point early Saturday morning, but the next documented location for him was when the Mexican Federales turned him over to the border patrol at the crossing near Nuevo Laredo Monday afternoon. There was reported to be some cell phone video of him cheering wildly for a donkey show at Boy's Town Sunday. The GPS track on his phone stopped at the river on Saturday morning, and he could not explain where he was or how all those files had been uploaded to the web host from his computer and under his password. The ABC news IT consultant said the fraternities' IT security was 'execrable', which seemed to describe the current AG public image pretty well, too. 

The two girls emerged from Lara's bedroom and I was paralyzed for a few moments when I first saw them, and then a few seconds later I learned how tightly fitted my 'cock bracelet' was. Lara came through first, resplendent in a white leather outfit and boots, and then Suzanne strutted out in a similar red leather get up. I can only describe them as 'sex suits'!

They were skin tight, and had buttock cutouts like mine, and the breast supports were highly 'ventilated' to show all aspects of their breasts except the nipples, which were obviously encased in littlie zipper covers that could be removed to expose them completely. There were two similar zipper covers over their crotches, and their placement left no doubt as to what was underneath each. Little chains emerged from all those covers, and were attached to diamond studded gold collars around their necks. The also had color coordinated knee pads and gloves that only covered the heels of their hands but exposed the fingers. Both girls had their hair up in 'Big Texas' style and they both looked tall and hot as hell. Matching leather boots with spike heels completed the outfits, and suddenly submission to either or both of these two seemed like a pretty attractive option. Both had on bright red lipstick, perfectly applied makeup, and an expression that said 'drop and kiss my boots, worm'. Lara carried a white version of her multi-stranded whip, and Suzanne was fondling a red leather riding crop. They were incredible. Lara said "I almost forgot!" and from the closet pulled a big black cape and clipped it to my shoulder piece. I felt like a super hero... with a major hard on.

Each girl took out a black leather leash, clipped it to their diamond studded gold collar, and handed the other end to me. Now I felt like a 15 year old student driver that had just been handed the keys to a matched pair of red and white Bugutti Veyrons. I was speechless. They were not. Both shot out a hip and struck a pose. "Is Master pleased with our efforts?" Master could only make clicking noises. The girls gave each other high fives, and Lara opened the door to the hallway. They pulled me towards the elevator like two eager show dogs anxious to get into the ring. Clearly I was the handler and they were the champions. But I wouldn't miss this night for anything. 

A black stretch limo waited in the garage, and the driver opened the doors for us. He was in his fifties with a weightlifter's build and he looked and sounded like a cross between George Carlin and Ice-T. He stared incredulously at the girls, and he really only noticed me because they insisted that I sit between them. He introduced himself as Rodney Driver, and said 'Yes, that is my real name!", then chuckled and said "This is one of those rare nights when I am really pleased with my choice of career!" and got into the driver's seat, whistling. He looked at his clipboard, saying "First stop, Phi Iota Gamma house! Glad to see you are getting that over with early!" 

Lara leaned up towards the front seat and began talking to him. It turned out he had seen it all in driving for not only her dad for all the football games and the music and film festival bigwigs that come to town every year, but also almost every fraternity and sorority related event over the years, and he had formed some clear opinions about the relative worthiness of the various houses, and the Greek crowd in general. The Phi Iota Gammas ('PIGs') were third from the bottom, with Alpha Gamma ('AGs'), on the bottom and Kappa Kappa Alpha ('KKA' AKA 'KKK' for their penchant for flying the Confederate flag) in between. Laura asked if he had been following the problems the AGs were having, and he laughed. "That has me watching the six o'clock news every night these days!" he added that he didn't know much about Zeta Zeta Zeta ('ZZZ'), but that the Phi Phi Omega sorority ('Phi Phi's' AKA 'Bi Phi's), Beta Omicron Theta sorority, ('BOT' AKA 'Booties") and Upsilon Delta Phi fraternity ('UDP') were the "only real class acts of the bunch". "Therefore", he opined, "you guys have filled out your dance card just about right."




My Only Talent Ch. 10



As we approached the PIG house Suzanne gave us a mini briefing on the party. As Kevin had advised me earlier, their main goal was to get as many independent girls in for the members to hit on as possible. They also billed it as 'carnival' and usually booked carnie style acts like knocking over bowling pins with softballs; guess your weight, and fortune tellers. They were also co-hosting this party with one of the big sororities, so I would likely be meeting a whole new crop of girls I had not encountered before, and I felt a scientific duty to listen carefully for Suzie signals. From the inside of the limo, we could see hand carved jack-o-lanterns, skeletons, and spider webs all over the front porch and windows. 

When we pulled up, Rodney told us all to sit tight while he 'set the stage' for us. He paused for another moment, and then slowly got out and walked around the passenger side rear door. The limo had already attracted a lot of attention, and Rodney seemed to know how to play to the crowd. He opened the door and said "You gotta make 'em wait for it a little and then they like it better!" He said I should get out first, and let people "get a load of that sex suit for a while" and then have the girls emerge after "the tension has built up a little bit." I got out and stood up, the boots and mask making me feel about seven feet tall, and enjoying the unfamiliar feel of a cape swishing as I moved. Rodney and I stood on either said of the door, and he glanced over at the porch, noting that quite a few people were gathered to see who was about to emerge from the limo. 

"I guess there is a lot more to a limo than just transportation, eh?"

He laughed. "It is a tribal ritual, just like who had the best horses and carriage and the most footmen used to signify who had the most land!"

"Just like the football games substitute for raiding other villages?" I explained my mother's theory about modern tribal rituals. 

He laughed. "Is your mother a professor of cultural anthropology?"

"She actually teaches financial accounting, but I guess cultural anthropology is like her hobby."

He chuckled. "Good choice. If I had taken my PhD in accounting instead of anthropology, I wouldn't be driving a limo!"

Suzanne stepped out of the limo. The group on the porch went completely silent. Rodney beamed. I guess there was a certain status component of who you drove, too, and she had to be at least as hot as anyone who had ever stepped out of his limo. He whispered to me "Are you the luckiest white boy in town or what?"

I smiled. "They are both wonderful young ladies and I am privileged to have met them!" 

He chortled. "That good huh?" I smiled my best shit eating grin. I was getting a lot of practice at that.

"She runs 100 miles per week" I said. Rodney's eyes got a faraway look. Then his pupils bounced as Lara emerged.

"Does she run 100 miles per week, too?"

"No, but she was UIL state champ in tennis two years ago." He chuckled, and then said "Ohhhh, man, those legs!"

The crowd switched from silence to 'oohs and ahs' and then they went completely bonkers when both girls handed me their leashes and got down on their hands and knees. Now I knew what those knee pads and gloves were for. They formed up on the left and right just in front of me, and moved forward toward the stairs, with their breasts hanging down and jiggling their perfect asses back and forth like shameless show dogs.

Rodney exclaimed "Shit, man, that's the hottest entrance I have ever seen from any limo!" he pulled out his phone and took a brief video. "I also need to call someone and get some help with security before the next stop!"

I just wanted to make sure not to fall down and spoil the mood. The boots were a little taller than I was used to, so I stepped carefully. Then I was shaken when I was hit by a wave, a massive wave, a series of massive waves, of Suzie signals. It was like what I felt at the ZZZ party when Suzanne first entered, but multiplied tenfold and then tenfold again. 

My Suzie signal tuner was definitely getting better, because a few weeks ago this incredible outburst would have bewildered me and shut down my receiver. But I could handle it now. I realized I had always associated multiple dimensions to Suzie signals: strength, tone, and wavelength being the big three. At first I could only detect the strongest ones, like the original 'fuck me' signal from Suzie Packard in my old neighborhood. Then I realized there were strong ones that said 'do me tonight' and medium ones that said 'chase me, and you will catch me'. Then I realized there were tones and overtones, too. Clear and totally pure signals like Peggy sent were rare, most signals had what I would call a 'normal' tone, with a normal amount of noise and distortion. Then there were the fuzzy and raucous signals, sometimes when a girl was getting into new and exciting sexual territory, and the awful 'nails on a blackboard' tone that turned my stomach and signaled Melanie's psycho meltdown. The short wavelength signals were the normal 'girl signaling for boy' stuff, then there was the ultra long wavelength 'male desire signal' that I had first detected when so many males saw Suzanne in that Roman negligee outfit. In between were the interesting 'girl signaling for girl' and the disturbing 'male signaling for male' signals, and the middle wavelength 'carrier' that carried the modulation that revealed specific things a person wanted. 

I had perceived all these individually, and catalogued them like memorizing a list, but now that I was hit with so many at once I began to see them in context and understand how they related to each other. It was almost like memorizing all the element's names, atomic numbers, and atomic weights, and then suddenly encountering the periodic table for the first time. It all made a lot more sense now. I saw there were some obvious relationships, and some obvious 'gaps' where there should be signals that I had not yet perceived. I began wondering how to tune my receiver to the right spots to explore these new ideas and find the new signals. 

I had managed to walk behind the girls without stumbling as these revelations hit me, and we ascended the stairs into the huge entrance hall of the PIG house. Theo's family, the Philadelphia Cadwalladers, had paid for a rebuild of the old house, and it looked pretty impressive -- sort of like an even bigger 'Tara' from 'Gone with the Wind'. The folks who had stayed inside suddenly saw the girls for the first time, and a whole new set of signals popped up on my radar. There were girls signaling for me, for Suzanne, for Lara, and for all three of us. There were dozens of males signaling for the girls, some wanted to take their leashes away from me, and others wanting to kneel and let the girls take them over. There were even two males who wanted to dress up and become the third dog on my sled team. Sorry guys, that's not in my wheelhouse. There were several women who were shivering at the idea of playing with these two, whatever the role they would take.

Theo appeared on the balcony above the foyer, and froze in contemplation of Suzanne and Lara's outfits. Then he beamed as both girls rose up and said 'Hail to the Prez!" raising his status several notches. We made our way to the great hall of the house where they had their little carnival stuff set up. The other women were sending those envy signals, moderated perhaps by the fact that the girls were down on all fours. I had them stand up and give me a kiss, and I could hear the envy signals expand. I saw Candy near the punchbowl, and she was signaling for me, for Lara, and for Suzanne. She was dressed as Hermione from Harry Potter, but her amazing tan, complete with the enticing pink bikini strap lines, seemed out of place on a pale English character. I concentrated, and discovered that both my girls were sending a bit for her, too. Dare I hope? 

We got lots of looks and few other propositions, and a lot of people wanted to take pictures with us. Suzanne would only allow pictures for those who would lean down and kiss our boots, which most did. When a guy did it, Lara or Suzanne would give him a not so gentle slap with their instruments of discipline. When a woman knelt, I insisted on taking that job. Noblesse Oblige! Plus it got me hard.

Lara pointed to an imaginary watch on her wrist, and we headed back out the front door. Rodney was parked right where he left us, and standing and talking with a city cop and huge guy dressed in all black. Both girls dropped back to their hands and knees, just as Rodney pointed them out to his companions. All conversation stopped. Rodney opened the limo door, and the girls crawled in, with me in the middle. Before he closed the door, I could hear him laughing and saying, "I told you so, now pay up!"

The huge guy got into the passenger's side front seat and introduced himself as Rodney's cousin, Little Hollywood. I asked him if Big Hollywood would even fit in the limo. He laughed and said they called his cousin 'Big' because he made it to the NFL, and Little Hollywood got a knee injury before pre-season started and never caught on with another team. We made it over to ZZZ quickly, and the girls recreated their incredible entrance. The photographer was actually the first to spot the girls approaching, and I hope he had lots of memory cards because he was popping pictures constantly. Kevin appeared on the porch, along with his pledge trainer and frat president, and their eyes just tracked the girls as they mounted the steps. Mouth breathing was the predominant respiratory mode among the male audience, and I could track the female viewers by the amazing Suzie envy signals that popped up like loud locusts after dark. 

Kevin played along with the theme and knelt before Lara and Suzanne, and endured some swats with their whip and crops. Surprisingly, Lou knelt beside him and Lara handed me her whip, and I gave her a few whacks, and it got me amazingly hard amazingly fast. We spent some time on the dance floor, and occasionally a guy would dance over to us, kiss the girl's boots, and get a few hits, making remarks like "that's much more fun than a pledge paddle!" Jersey, the girl from the first mixer that sent such Suzie for Lou was now sending for Lara and Suzanne, too, and she literally froze when she first saw us. Her eyes got really big and I pointed her out to Lara. Jersey was dressed like Katie Perry, and Lara smiled at her and motioned her over to us. When she got close, Lara used her whip to push her down to her knees, and then down to kiss Lara's boots. When she prostrated herself fully, I noticed an incredible ass, barely restrained by a little red thong, poking out from beneath her super short skirt. Suzanne handed me her crop, and I gave Jersey two snappy ones to each buttock, and they bloomed a beautiful crimson red, and altered my circulation rapidly. "Thank you, Master!" she said loudly. "May I have some more?" She was a little dickens. Suzanne had her stand up and kissed her on the neck. Jersey's Suzie signal flamed like a signal flare, and the modulation was images of pure and ecstatic submission to Suzanne. Jersey certainly had good taste. 

I leaned over to Suzanne and said "Looks like you could have an eager pupil, there!" and she laughed. Another few minutes and Lara was pointing to her non-existent wristwatch again. There was almost a recessional as we made our way back to the limo. Rodney did his thing and soon we were on our way to the Phi Phi Omega house. Both girls were giggling and talking about Millicent, and said they thought she would remember this night as the beginning of her weekend. I reminded them that we could not command Millicent tonight, and they said it would be voluntary, but would make her training much more effective. I was now curious, but the girls were having fun and I would let them play it out unsupervised. The Phi Phi house was very old and traditionally decorated, with a few Halloween touches but not much. The Phi Phi's had a reputation for setting up an elaborate 'haunted house' for their Halloween party that often involved sexual imagery and not just Halloween gore. 

There were even more people outside the Phi Phi house than the other two, and Rodney and Little Hollywood played it to the hilt. By the time I emerged from the limo I got complete silence and anticipation, and when the girls made their entrance, there was a collective sigh from the crowd. Mei Ling was on the upstairs balcony, and she waved and said "I know the theme I want for my next birthday party!" and both girls stared at her, Suzies sparking, and I thought be careful what you wish for Mei Ling, because all three of us would happily take you to the woodshed, literally and figuratively. I spotted Cisco nearby and his eyes were big and he was staring at Mei Ling in surprise. I concentrated on Mei Ling, and her Suzie was full of happy images of Cisco's tender attentions to her, but in every fifth image or so she was getting spanked and dominated. I would have to give my friend a little advice favoring an adventure for him, and some much needed fantasy fulfillment for Mei Ling. 

Mei Ling suggested that we set up at the end of the hunted house queue to swat people as they emerged from the rest of the exhibits. We agreed and there was then a rush to enter the line. The first two guys came out a few minutes later, and Lara cracked her short whip in the air and they stopped and looked at her. One kneeled without being told, the other soon followed. Lara was having fun. At least half the girls wanted more than a few swats from me, and I could not refuse a lady. In just a few minutes, Lara and Suzanne said I should work the line by myself and they would be right back. They waded into the crowd around the punchbowl, and then I saw them with Mei Ling, heading up the stairs. I continued to work the girls that came out of the haunted house line, letting the guys pass. I got some great Suzie signals from some of the girls, and some really fuzzy signals from girls that weren't specifically sending for me, but liked the idea of being dominated. I found it interesting that for some of them, the need to submit was clearly stronger than their 'normal' attraction for a specific male. Several girls gave me phone numbers on paper notes, but my outfit had no pockets! I put them in my boot. 

I spotted Millicent descending the stairs dressed as FireStar, the mutant microwave Avenger. The skintight yellow and red outfit with a red wig was heating me up just fine. I pointed her out to both girls, and their Suzie signals told me they had noticed the outfit too. She was not in line, but looked at us with Suzie signals spitting. She had no idea what the girls had in store for her, and I had just an outline. Both Lara and Suzanne had worked together, given their recent memories of the their 'first sub experiences' as they put it, and they generated a plan not unlike Project Spank Lara, designed to get Millie hot in stages over the weekend, and then get her off like never before, and coincidentally line up with some of their own desires, and mine. I motioned to Mille and she walked over to us. I introduced both girls formally, and Millie nervously curtsied. I thought that was a good sign. Then both bent near Millicent as if they were whispering in each ear. Something looked odd, and all three of their Suzie signals were looping and peaking. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that both Lara and Suzanne were gently circling one of Millicent's nipples with a middle finger as they spoke to her, just like they sometimes did to me. Then Millicent shook her head yes, and her Suzie signal redoubled. Millicent walked slowly away as if in a trance, and headed up the stairs.

Lara smiled at me. "Millicent is going to change clothes and join us for the contest at UDP."

"I liked her costume" I said. Suzanne laughed. "So did I, but she is highly overdressed for the contest. You'll see!"

After a few photos with Mei Ling, Dana Duke, and a few other folks, we headed for the front door where Millicent was waiting wrapped up in a khaki raincoat and black boots, or at least that was all I could see of her outfit. She went with us to the limo, and Rodney and Hollywood smiled at her as they opened the doors for us and I introduced her to them. Rodney grinned and said "I can tell you have absolutely nothing on under that raincoat, Miss. I think the evening is going to get even more interesting soon." Millicent blushed bright red, and both Lara and Suzanne giggled. Rodney and Hollywood jumped in the front seat, and we headed out for the UDP party. On the way over, Lara opened a paper bag and gave Millicent a pair of knee pads and heel gloves, and Millicent's face got even redder, if that was even possible. What was going on? 

When we pulled up at UDP, there were quite a few people standing outside, and a lot of them had video cameras or smart phones out. Hollywood got out and opened the door, and I got out first. Hollywood and Rodney stood between me and the entrance to the house, looking back toward the limo, and I was facing them, looking toward the crowd. I heard motion behind me and saw Lara and Suzanne get out and stand on either said of the limo door, and remain standing. The crowd milled around and jockeyed for position to see and video the girl's outfits. I was looking at the crowd when I heard a collective rush of breath and then a lot of chatter. I turned and saw Millicent emerge from the limo. The first thing I noticed was the black thigh boots, and then her long legs above the boot, and then that she was naked except for those boots, the knee pads, and the gloves. She stood and I saw that she was wearing an electric blue blindfold hood like Lara's, with her brown hair in tightly woven pigtails streaming out behind the hood. Her thick patch brown pubic hair was trimmed and stood out against her pale white skin. She was an arresting sight. But even someone who knew her well would probably not be able to recognize her in that hood. 

I was taking in Millicent's fine little body as I had never seen it before. She was no Suzanne, but she was in great shape, like I would expect a competitive diver to look. Her breasts were bigger than they had seemed in her relatively modest clothes. Her nipples were hard as pebbles and covered with goose bumps, as were her legs. I suddenly got hard as hell, and I hadn't even touched her yet. It was going to be an interesting night. The girls handed me their leashes, and then Millicent dropped to all fours and began crawling toward the entrance. The girls began herding Millicent toward the door, giving her light lashes and pops with the whip and the crop. They fell in behind her, and I, holding their leashes, walked behind them. I then noticed that both Lara and Suzanne had unzipped and removed the little 'nipple covers' on their outfits. Rodney and Hollywood's faces were frozen in surprise, and after we got about ten feet from the limo, Rodney said "She-yitt, man!" and hastily started up a video with his phone. Hollywood just chuckled. As we mounted the steps, I realized that I fervently wanted to mount all three girls. Then, I realized I would most likely be able to do it soon enough. Life was good. 

We made our way up the steps into the house through lots of wide eyed stares and a myriad of Suzie signals. I detected everything all across the spectrum, and I could read them all. Like an experienced quarterback, the game was starting to slow down for me, and I could 'read the coverage' almost automatically. I heard signals in one of the 'gaps' I had identified early, and I realized they were some sort of 'compressed' version of the detailed images on the middle wavelength carrier. Those usually portrayed things the sender wanted to do. What did these compressed images represent? I opened up and took in the meaning of all the signals. Each time Suzanne or Lara popped Millicent, a whole group of audience members wanted to be one end or the other of the whip or the crop. A surprising number of woman envied Millicent being the center of attention more than they had 'herd envy' for Suzanne or Lara. An equally surprising number of men wanted to take Millicent's place and let those two dominating visions in red and white work on them. Another large group of women wanted to take over for Lara or Suzanne, and a lot of men wanted to substitute for me. 




My Only Talent Ch. 10



We had arrived just in time for the costume contest: there were three judges at a table 'American Idol" style, on a small stage in the UDP party hall, and some spotlights were set up in front of the instruments and amps that the band would soon perform with. Oiler was acting as master of ceremonies, and with his height and wild hair, he was an imposing presence indeed. One of the judges gave us a little cloth square like the runners wore in marathons with an '8' on it, and then called for contestant number one to approach the stage. We moved off to the side and the spotlights focused on entry #1, a group of guys made up as the 'Three Stooges', old school, and trying to do some of their shtick. There were some laughs, some applause, and the judges all gave them fives. 

The next contestants were a group of Harry Potter players, cute, but nothing special. They got two fours and a five. Then Batman and Robin got an eight, seven, and eight, probably because Robin was sported long blue black hair, a busty hourglass figure and almost translucent tights with no panty lines. It might have been Esmeralda Estigoy, but the mask made it impossible to tell for sure. Then the obligatory Bevo longhorn mascot costume got the equally obligatory fives across the board. Three girls dressed as cheerleaders got all sevens, but I thought they were all very hot eights and nines. Since it was an election year, the next two contestants were the president and first lady, followed by Mitt and Ann Romney. The scores were close. Then someone rolled a plastic slip and slide across the stage, and five guys pulled simulated plastic cocks from their pants and sprayed mayonnaise on the slip and slide. Then three guys in flesh colored thong underwear began singing the AG song of devotion and jumped along the slide, getting covered in white goop all the way across the stage. The crowd roared, and they got two nines and an eight from the judges.

Finally, Oiler introduced the final contestants, and Suzanne strutted boldly to center stage, complete with following spotlight, slapping her riding crop against her boots. There was a collective sigh, and a widespread sparking of Suzie signals. The Lara strode out and stood next to her, and a whole additional layer of Suzies rolled through the room. Suzanne spoke, in an amazingly commanding voice that carried throughout the hall, even unamplified. "Ladies and Gentleman, you will now be privileged to witness the initial submission training ritual of a novice servant to The Master!" She motioned to me and I tried my best to strut, or at least not stumble, in the high heel boots, onto the stage. I must admit I did a good job of rolling the cape around dramatically, such that when I stopped in between the two women in red and white, the cape moved and swirled for several seconds. The two girls attached their leashes to their collars and handed them to me, and I clearly experienced the male envy signals throughout the room. Those signals grew geometrically as both girls turned away from the audience and bent at the waist, offering their almost completely exposed butts to me. Suzanne handed me her crop, and I gave her five smarting ones on each side, and the audience made all sorts of noises as her butt turned a perfect hot red. "Thank You, Master!" she spoke loudly. I gently touched her ass, and no one could miss how wonderful I thought it was. Lara handed me her whip and I gave her five swift ones per side, her lighter skin reddened even more impressively, and I caressed her similarly. "Thank You, Master!" she cried. The Suzie signals from the audience were like an angry beehive, surging and buzzing. 

Both girls cried out in unison "Trainee, show yourself!" Millicent crawled over, her gloves and knee pads gone, looking amazing in only the little hood and boots. She stopped in front of each girl, receiving five licks with each instrument of discipline, and sobbing "Thank You, Mistress!" after each stroke. I was disappointed that her butt was not facing me instead of the audience, and I did not get to see it. But all indications were that the audience liked it a lot. I noticed Rodney and Hollywood offstage, laughing and talking to each other. Millicent turned around, faced the audience, and presented her pretty and tight little as to me. It was red and absolutely gorgeous. I gave her five per side also, pausing dramatically between each. Then Suzanne took up the narration again. "Trainee, kneel and perform the ritual!" All eyes were on Millicent as she knelt before me and took the large silver metal penis shield into her mouth. The audience gasped as she slowly took it almost all the way down. Lara hit the remote control, and the strobe light at the tip of the bejeweled cock cover flashed. The hot white light traveled through Millicent's throat and mouth and lit up the stage in an eerie pink and red x-ray like glow as the light passed through her blood and cartilage. The crowd involuntarily cried "Ohhhhh!" and then the blinking stopped, and Millicent released the metal cock piece, turned her face toward the audience, still on her knees, and smiled widely. The lights went down, and the crowd cheered. The judges gave us two ten's and a nine.

The band came on, introduced themselves, and the lead singer said something about a 'hard act to follow' and then began to play. They were amazing, sort of a fusion of elaborate 70's lotus eater rock merged with techno and rappy rhyming lyrics, and soon the crowd was very into the music, and began to dance. Quite a few folks from the Phi Phi house had moved over to the UDP party to finish the night there. Marilyn, our intrepid little stripper from the AG pool party mission was there along with Suzanne's friend Big Liz. I realized they were still sending for each other but in the 'tentative' way that Dana Duke did for me. Ralph walked up to say hello, and I found that they were both sending pretty strongly for him. I remembered my dad's advice to get my buddies laid, too. 

I whispered in Ralph's ear that he should ask them to dance. '"Which one?" he said.

"Both of them!" I said. "Together!"

He looked at me funny. "Ralph, Have I ever lied to you?"

"No. You have always been a friend and a truthful one."

"Well trust me on this. You can take both of those girls to bed at the same time! They like you and they like each other, and Suzanne vouches for both of them so you can be sure they are both trustworthy and honest."

"What about my 'little problem'?" he said. I thought about all the trouble Ralph had in gym class in junior high, he was teased so incessantly by the other boys that the coach finally gave him a pass on showering after the exercise classes. He was very embarrassed but just seemed to compartmentalize it. I never talked to him about it after he moved away for high school and I wondered how it had affected him long term, but I knew it was not as important an issue as he was worried about. 

"With proper exercise and foreplay and excitement, women can be satisfied with a wide range of sizes. Just be yourself, do your best to please them, and be honest with them about what you want. Everything will work out fine!" 

He gulped, and then went over and talked to the girls. Big Liz was about an inch taller than Ralph, and both of them towered over petite little Marilyn. Both girls looked shocked, and then looked at each other, and whispered in each other's ears for a moment. The music was so loud that they had to do that to be heard. Then they both leaned over and spoke in Ralph's ear for a moment. Then Ralph and Marilyn moved to the dance floor and Big Liz walked over to Suzanne and me. She whispered to Suzanne a moment, and then Suzanne just motioned her toward me. She leaned over to my ear. She smelled great, and she was now sending for both Ralph and Marilyn like crazy, but there was some kind of almost melancholy overtone on her Suzie signal for Ralph.

"Suzanne says I can trust you just like I trust her?"

"I hope so, Liz. Suzanne trusts you to take care of her, and I will do my best for you."

"I really like your friend, but I have a problem and I don't want to disappoint him and hurt his feelings!"

"Was he wrong about you and Marilyn?"

"NO! He is right on target with that, and it turns me on that he is so perceptive, and it will actually make it easier and better for us to experiment with each other if he is with us too. But I have a medical problem that will probably keep things from working out."

I just waited. I knew she would fill in the blanks. I hoped she did not have some STD or other awful disease problem.

"My doctor tells me that I have an 'unusual pelvis and anatomical attachments' that will affect my relations with men. I have only been with a couple of guys but they were very disappointed and so was I" She sobbed. What was going on here? She started again "To put it bluntly, I have a big space to fill, so to speak. It means that I will have it very easy in child birth, but I need a guy to have a way above average penis to be satisfied! So I don't want to hurt his feelings or be hurt myself!" She sounded desperate.

I had to work very hard not to laugh, which would have at best pissed her off and at worst really hurt her. I hugged her gently. "That's the kind of honesty that every relationship needs, and I want you to be just that open with Ralph, and with Marilyn. Trust me, beautiful; Ralph is a very good choice for you!"

She looked at me funny. Then she smiled, but guardedly. "Are you sure? I know you mean well, but...." 

I could not avoid laughing, but I hugged her tighter. "I'm sure Marilyn can adapt, but you need to make sure she is very comfortable and relaxed, if you know what I mean!"

Liz looked puzzled for a moment, and then I could see the light come on. She looked at me funny and then smiled what I can only describe as the female equivalent of my shit eating grin. "Oh, I will make sure she is ready! I know I am!" She hugged me again and walked out onto the dance floor and joined Ralph and Marilyn. 

Suzanne came back over and said "Did she tell you about her little problem?" She caught herself. "I guess I should say her big problem!" I told her about Ralph and why he was teased so mercilessly, because the other boys were so jealous. She looked incredulous. "Are you sure? Liz told me that her doctor said that only one guy in a hundred could..." 

I laughed again and hugged her. "Trust me babe. He is the exact reciprocal of Liz's problem. Ralph is a real Brainiac, and I am sure he is on the fast track to his goal of becoming a world class astrophysicist, even if the scholarship at Cal Tech fell through. But if that doesn't work out, he could be the biggest porn star in the business, literally. My only worry is that he doesn't hurt Marilyn! His nick names are the 'nerd with the big bird', and 'the telescope'.

Suzanne looked at me funny, then looked over at the three of them dancing, and then hugged me and laughed. "I wonder if she would let me watch." She giggled again. I did not.

Lara, Suzanne, and I danced a lot and we really were blown away by the band. There were all real 'mechanics' on their instruments, and the original songs were melodic, clever, and fun. They even changed costumes for most of them, and the staging and light show were first rate. I also listened carefully to all the available Suzie signals bounding around the room. Liz was right next to us, and I focused on her, curious about her story. I looked for the wavelength 'gap' I had identified earlier and discovered Liz's little area of 'compressed pictures'. When I concentrated on them, I found they were a chronicle of her several heartbreaking encounters with 'normal' guys who could not fill her void, so to speak. All of the images seemed to be tied to strong emotions that I could feel when I concentrated on the image, and even some voices I could hear along with the emotions. I realize that it was like the flight data recorder box in an airplane. It recorded the significant sexual events in a woman's life. Was this was also the 'risk assessment tool' I had been looking for? If a woman had dozens of lovers or lots of gang bangs, it should show up here. I reached out and tried to listen to several of the other women around me. 

Marilyn's was almost blank, except for some very memorable masturbation, and even the strip poker at AG was there, perhaps because it was very emotionally charged experience for her. She was a virgin, and she was holding out for her first time to be the fulfillment of her recurring fantasy threesome, and it looked like Liz and Ralph could make that happen for her, maybe in an even bigger way than she anticipated. I wished them the best, but I really didn't want to watch, especially if Suzanne did. 

The band was shooting a video, and they asked us to help them out by appearing in it. They did the song once so we could get the tune, and Lara and Suzanne had a little conference with the cameramen and the lead singer. They went through some staging and then they did the song again. Suzanne and Lara swatted the lead singer a few times in time to the beat, and then at the end of the song they both kneeled down in front of me, and the final shot was the geometrically distorted refection of the lead singer off of the shiny metal cock cover of my costume, complete with the entire audience screaming madly. I am not sure exactly what they wanted to convey, but the girls enjoyed it and the video guy was ecstatic with what he got and promised to send us all a copy. 

The party was winding down. Millicent came out in a conventional outfit, and we agreed that on Friday I would meet her at the Phi Phi house about 20 minutes before sundown, and walk her over to 'our dungeon' which we were keeping mysterious for a while. The girls gave her a little hug, and I gave her a tender kiss and a very hard nipple pinch. Her Suzie said she definitely liked it a lot. Liz and Marilyn and Ralph gave us all a hug, and then walked off together. That was going to be an interesting relationship. Esmeralda and 'Jocko', her older professor of education fiancé, came up to say hello, and I asked them if they were the Batman and Robin entry and they laughed, and said how did I know, nobody else spotted them. I smiled and said to Jocko "Do you promise not to get mad?" He agreed. "I recognized her ass. It's a classic!" They both laughed, and I knew they might enjoy reliving things this evening. 

We gathered up Rodney and Hollywood, and they invited us to another, very late night Halloween party, and both girls said they needed to get home for class tomorrow. He then said there is another Halloween party, this coming Saturday night, at the home of one of the bigwigs he drove for, and that we should all three come and we could win another costume contest and meet some very interesting people. Both girls asked if we could let him know on Friday, and he said okay. 

Rodney took a quick left turn away from Lara's place, and before we could say anything, he said "I know, but I think someone is following us!" He took two more lefts and then three quick rights and the now thoroughly busted tail car sped up and went by us. It was black Suburban with big black wall tires; heavily tinted windows and one of those all black vanity plates with white letters 'JCK5H-03'. That combination of letters and numbers seemed familiar, but I couldn't recall why. Hollywood snapped a couple of very obvious flash pictures with his phone, hopefully discouraging further following. "I'm going to ask one of the guys I drive for sometimes to check that plate for me." Rodney said. 

We all thanked Rodney and Hollywood, and then made our way up to Lara's apartment. We all began shedding clothes as soon as the door closed behind us, and both girls said "Let's hit the showers!" I did not notice all the little notes with phone numbers on them that fell out of one of my boots or the shiny things that were hidden underneath my mask. 

Lara sighed and kissed us both, and began to soap everyone up. "I am craving a strong fucking from a hot guy with cute buns while a great looking dark haired woman licks my clit! Do you guys know where a girl could get that kind of treatment, considering that she would be willing to do anything in return?" We did. Suzanne insisted on teasing her while we dried off, and began gently kissing Lara from the front while I played with her ass. Soon Suzanne was sucking Lara's nipples and Lara was shivering, and I was kneading her hot ass like two warm loaves of bread. We went back into the bedroom, and Lara grabbed the trapeze hanging from the ceiling and leaned on it, bending over the bar at about waist level with her arms bent slightly back and gripping the support ropes. I stepped up behind her and grabbed the ropes with my hands just above hers. It gave me lots of leverage and a perfect view. Suzanne reached over and gently spread Lara's ass cheeks, and kissed them. I positioned my cock just behind Lara's golden curls, and slowly entered her pussy. Lara gasped, and her Suzie purred. 

Suzanne leaned down just and inch or so from our joining. "Oh baby that looks really nice pushing into you! You are one wet little slut, aren't you? Then she slapped my ass fairly strongly and I surged into Lara and she gasped again. "That looks pretty tasty to me!" and then she dropped down onto her knees and between our legs, and sucked one of Lara' s outer lips into her mouth noisily. "Mmmmm" she hummed with her mouth full. I could sense Lara's Suzie sending stronger and stronger. I tuned into it and adjusted my stroke depth and frequency to pump her Suzie along. I could feel myself getting harder. I moved my hands to the bar of the trapeze and began pounding into Lara as roughly as I could. 

"You may come, Lara!" I shouted and she did, with little delay or fanfare, and squirted a little. 

Suzanne made an exaggerated slurping sound, then broke her mouth free and said, "More!"

I was happily in the zone now. I pulled the bar a little closer to me and stood up on my tiptoes, taking a little steeper angle into Lara's pussy. I felt Suzanne's tongue flashing all over both of us, and then she locked onto Lara's clit and I could hear Suzanne's slurping superimposed on Lara's peaking Suzie signal. I locked into the rhythm and Lara came again, clamping down wonderfully on my cock. I slowed down and then started stroking her again. Suzanne stood up and grabbed Lara's nipples, twisting and pinching them roughly. Lara came once again in a violent shaking motion that propagated up the ropes holding the trapeze. That motion set off something in me. I pulled out of Lara's pussy, and immediately slipped into her hot little ass. Lara screamed, one scream for each of the first three strokes, and then sounded like she was gargling. I was not really listening to her Suzie, I was just watching my cock slip between those fine buns, and it made me crazy. 

Suzanne resumed her narration. "Somebody is getting fucked in the ass! Look at that cock disappearing into that tight little end. Is it becoming a wide receiver?" Then she leaned down again under us again, and dove into Lara's now fully accessible pussy. Her kissing and licking was so vigorous that I could feel it through the little wall of muscle between Lara's ass and her pussy. Suzanne made only sucking and licking noises and then I felt Lara's snatch clamping down again. It made me even crazier. I let one hand go from the bar and grabbed Lara's head, pulling her hair back strongly and tilting her head up toward the ceiling roughly. 

Lara drew in a noisy breath, and began repeating "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass!" like a mediation mantra. I could think of nothing else. I was slamming into Lara's ass just as hard as I possibly could. Lara came again and made a noise like I had never heard her make before, almost like the grunt some tennis players make when they serve. It was accompanied by another squirt of liquid from her pussy and dripped past Suzanne's ministrations and hit my legs like hot oil. In three more strokes she grunted again and that triggered my orgasm. It was so intense that I almost blacked out. I let go of Lara's hair and grabbed the support rope again, leaning back a little and letting my cock pop out of Lara's ass. I picked her up from the trapeze bar, turned her upside down, and threw her legs over my shoulders. She turned her upside down mouth onto my cock, and sucked it savagely, virtually ensuring that I would stay hard. I was glad I came in her ass, because that allowed me to happily plunge my tongue back into her sloppy pussy, loving every hot and wet millimeter of it. She had that incredible taste that she gets after a hard orgasm, and it was nectar for me. I rolled my tongue up and did my best to fuck her pussy with it. 




My Only Talent Ch. 10



Suzanne had taken up a position opposite me; pulling Lara's ass cheeks apart widely and watching me devour her pussy while Suzanne examined her red and sticky wet ass close up. She was in a narrative mood. "My my my, that is one red and thoroughly fucked little asshole!" I could hear Lara draw in a strong breath through her nose. "But it looks tasty, too!" Suzanne clamped her mouth to Lara's little rosebud and sucked it hard, and then plunged her tongue into it. Lara came almost immediately, while she sucked on my cock so hard it almost hurt. Suzanne and I were having a real feast, and Lara was coming about every minute or so. Finally I said "Ohhhh, you've almost got me Lara!" She redoubled her efforts and Suzanne knelt down behind me. 

Suzanne said "Are you ready for Robbie to shoot?"

Lara said "Umm hum!" with her mouth full. 

Suzanne laughed and said "Get ready, Hon!" and stuck her tongue so far up my ass that she almost touched my prostrate. I shot off like she had lit the fuse at the bottom of a Roman candle, and Lara sucked it out of me just as fast as I could pump it out. Suzanne giggled, but kept her tongue working in my ass until my prostrate stopped twitching. Then I moved Lara over to the bed and gently laid her out on it. Suzanne laughed and said "I think Master likes to have his ass worshipped!" We lay on either side of Lara, gently kissing her face and her nipples alternatively. Lara reached back with her long arms and grabbed the headboard, stretching out and pushing her breasts up and out, like a happy kitten. We were all three purring pretty nicely. 

All of this kissy face stuff went on for a long time, and then Lara giggled, and in a little girl voice said "Robbie, I want to watch you make Suzanne come!"

I could not refuse a lady. Lara sat up against the headboard, and hugged one of the pillows, watching expectantly. Suzanne lay back just as kittenishly as Lara had, and looked at me expectantly. I had just come twice in the very recent past, so my Suzie receiver and my tongue were going to have to move things forward for a while until my cock was ready again. I pushed Suzanne over to the edge of the bed furthest away from Lara, rolled her onto her back, and began to kiss her gently. I knew I had to give myself some recovery time, so I pretended it was our first data and I was afraid that she was going to slap my hand away and get out of the car. I listened as closely to her Suzie as I could, and discovered that she really loved getting kissed like that, and she especially liked it with Lara watching. I limbered up my ping sender, and tried to convey to Suzanne how hot she was and how much I cared for her. Her Suzie responded but weakly. I slowly began to kiss her neck and shoulders, and her Suzie liked that a lot. Soon I teased all around her breasts without touching the nipples, and her Suzie perked up. I sent the feeling I had when we first met at the running track, about how incredibly beautiful she was and how overjoyed I was to discover that she was sending for me. 

I was really plugged in to her Suzie now, and I explored her 'flight data recorder' for the first time, and discovered her unhappy first few tries with some guys I did not recognize, and only one who she even let try to go all the way, and her disappointment. And then I came across the record of Mike, her first love. He was patient, kind, yet strong with her, learning what she liked and finally gave her a first non-masturbatory orgasm, which was forever etched in her brain. Then right next to that was a terrible well of sadness, and a dark period after his injury when she thought all of that was gone forever, followed by that first night with me, and then several nights with me, and then recent nights with Lara and me. I discovered I could 'touch' those memories with a ping, and make them 'refresh' a little. I mentally touched that first night when we were together, when I kind of lost it and just took her roughly doggy style on her couch. It resonated and sparked, and I pinged her again, trying to send to her how incredible she felt to me and how excited I was by her strength and heat. It was like feedback from a microphone to a speaker squealing, and suddenly I was hard and just as hot to fuck her as she was hot to be fucked. I grabbed her hips and spread them, pushing into her steadily as I reveled in how hard I got as I did. I hit bottom and tried to push even further, pushing her toward the foot of the bed with my hip thrust. She groaned. I was in the zone and on autopilot, fucking away happily. 

Trying to multitask a little, I tuned in to Lara's recorder, as she watched me with Suzanne, and at first found several very disappointing interludes where she tried to dominate a guy, hoping he would jump up and take control of her, and he just gave up and submitted to her. Then I found the amazing record of her tennis match with me. The last three deciding points of the match were recorded as important sexual experiences for her, as she was anticipating finally getting taken and really fucked, and then the final match point gave her certainty that a male was finally going to take control of her. I tried to send her how amazing she looked that first time when we were together when she stripped for me and kneeled in front of me. Lara groaned.

I was suddenly further in the zone, hard but almost insensate. I fucked Suzanne as hard and as deep and as fast as I could, spanking her butt hard with each thrust. "Fuck Yes!" she yelled. I grunted like a goat, threw my head back, and thought about nothing but penetrating her. It was strangely peaceful and comforting. Time seemed to slow down. I felt Suzanne's her incredible muscular legs and ass, her Suzie signal, and her heartbeat. My lizard brain took over, and I thought about nothing but getting my seed as far into her as possible. Suddenly she was coming and her pussy grabbed me so hard that I came as a reflex. I felt Lara's hand on my ass, and she just tenderly held it there as I telegraphed my last few spurts into Suzanne. I looked at Lara and she smiled sweetly at me. Suzanne was sobbing. Lara kept her hand on my butt and leaned down to kiss Suzanne. "That was beautiful!" she said, and we all kind of collapsed together in a jumble, breathing hard, snuggling, and kissing. Lara rose and got us each a bottle of water from her fridge, and we alternated between drinking it and holding it against our foreheads to cool off. 

I had no idea what time it was and I did not care. I was completely spent, but as happy as I had ever been. I felt complete with these two: trusting, warm, and completely accepted. I had never felt better. We stayed that way for some time, and then Lara was again the first to move. "Movie time!" she said. "I'll pop some popcorn. Suzanne, will you get the movie ready?"

Suzanne giggled, and pulled on a white tee shirt, then padded in to living room to the couch and the big LCD screen. I heard Lara banging around in the kitchen and then smelled something hot and heard the popcorn begin to pop. I sat next to Suzanne on the couch and noticed she had the hood from my costume in her hand, along with one of the boots. I was curious as I watched her reach into the hood and grab a shiny metal thing and pull out a little SD card. She popped that into the computer next to the LCD screen and picked up remote control, obviously waiting for Lara to arrive with the popcorn before she started the video. Then she leaned back and held the boot. I was still not figuring things out, but we were thirsty, hungry, and I realized I was craving some salt too. Popcorn and water would be the perfect thing. 

The Suzanne said "Well, well, what do we have here?" and took out all the little notes that had been inside my boot. 

Oh Shit! I forget about those. "Those were notes people handed me at the parties. I didn't have a pocket, so I put them in my boot, and then I forgot all about them."

Suzanne laughed, as Lara set a huge bowl of popcorn, a bowl or red grapes, and three more waters on the coffee table. My mouth was watering.

Suzanne began to read the messages. 'Whip me baby Carol 512-555-6969. Lara guffawed. 'Oui, I will be your slave, Francesca 713-555-1234' There was another loud snort from both girls. 'Any way you want it Krystal 210-555-5432'

Lara spoke up. "We may have created a monster, here, Suzanne!"

"I knew he was an animal!" She began to read again. 'Blindfold me and do anything you want, Sherry 512-555-6789', 'you can light up my mouth anytime, Lisa 214-555-1212'

Lara said "Aren't any of those for us?"

Suzanne said "Not so far. Oh, animal, here's your chance for some variety! 'I'll go down on you on the down low, Charles 512-555-5721'"

Lara made Suzanne hand it to her to verify the content. She screamed as she read it. 

Suzanne smiled "Here's one for all of us. 'I'll take all three of you on, anything, all night, anytime. Hillary 737-555-9929' Wow! That girl sounds serious! Let's see if we can spot these people when they give you the notes!"

With that she mashed the start button on the remote, and I realized that the 'added height' in my hood concealed an HD video camera and two stereo microphones and a battery pack. I couldn't tell if it was motion activated or they used a remote, or both, but except for a few times when it was too dark, the pictures were crystal clear. The first sequence was some wonderful video of the two girls walking out of the apartment toward the elevator when we first left Lara's place, and it was wonderful stuff. I had to download that for me memory chest. Then there was a little of them getting into the limo in the parking garage of Lara's building, and I spotted a black Suburban in the background, but could not make out the license plate. The next sequence showed me following behind the girls holding their leashes as we made our entrance to the PIG party. I realized it was probably the best 'brag tape' I was ever going to have. As I turned my head back toward the limo just before we entered the party, I saw the black Suburban again, and noted a partial plate 'JCK5???". It must be same vehicle that followed us, or one almost identical to it. Back inside at the party, the expressions on people's faces as we passed by them in our costumes were priceless. We saw Theo on the steps, and then Candy as Hermione. Lara piped up. "Who is that dressed as Hermione?"

I cleared my throat. "Suzanne, do you remember her?"

"She's that PIG guy's date that you kissed on the tow boat while I was waterskiing, isn't it, Animal?" I almost spit out my popcorn. 

"Well, she sort of kissed me, but....."

Lara piped up. "What is her deal? I think she's hot!"

Suzanne laughed, and looked at me. I decided that truth was the only way to go. "She has been dating Jackson Pollack Jackson III of the PIGs since school started. But as she puts it, 'he has never completed a pass' and she thinks she may be a beard. Theo has actually hit on her more than Jackson has. She dated one guy all through high school and even told me she is a 'very low risk chick'. She made it very clear she wants me to be the one to actually 'score' and I am a fool for not realizing how hot she is. She told me she thinks that Suzanne is hot too and she would do us both any time. And judging from the looks she was giving you tonight, Lara, she wouldn't kick you out of bed either!"

Lara laughed. "Likewise, I am sure!"

Suzanne said "Didn't this all happen about the same time we were talking about risk and return, Animal?"

"Yes, but I did not know she was so 'low risk' then. In fact, since she was so hot and so forward, I was afraid she was very high risk!"

Suzanne laughed. "Well let's keep that idea open for a while, Animal. Maybe we can do some horse trading?"

What was she getting at? The tape kept going, and we got some amazing shots of people being swatted by the girls or me. Some of them seemed to enjoy it tremendously When Lou Baby and Jersey looked so eager, Lara piped up and said "Who are they?" Suzanne explained that Lou was my roommate's girlfriend and the tension between them. I told Lara the story of little scene on the way to the lake party, and she laughed and said she would have loved to see that. 

I laughed. "You could have smelled it, too, Lara. It was amazing! 

Suzanne looked at me and we both realized we should not talk about Lou and the proposed threesome with Kevin in front of Lara. We both let the subject drop. The video moved on to Mei Ling talking about her next birthday party, and I said "She better be careful what she asks for, eh?"

Suzanne said "Yeah, but she could probably kick all three of our asses!" She went on to tell Lara about Mei Ling's martial arts mastery. Lara said "We can give her a party here any time! If she wants me to submit she doesn't even have to hit me, but she can if she wants to!"

I said "At least if Mei Ling submits we would know for sure that she really wants to!" Both girls sighed. 

Then the video showed Millicent, dressed as FireStar, in her skin tight red and yellow getup with the garish red wig. She did look hot. Suzanne spoke first. "We are going to give her the time of her life, beginning Friday night, but we have to compress our plan a bit, because I want all of us to go to the big party Saturday night, and I want to take Millicent as our sex toy! 

Lara actually rubbed her hands together. "OK. I'm in. How do we combine two nights of debauchery into one?"

Suzanne laughed. "Well, Rodney says the 'VIP' party doesn't start until 11:59 PM Saturday night, so we have Friday evening after Robbie picks her up and all day Saturday to train our new service bitch Millie!" 

I knew I needed to get home and start doing my final preparation for three exams on Friday. But I guess I had to help them with a plan, too. It was my duty. Noblesse Oblige! But I also wanted to hear from Rodney about that Suburban.



My Only Talent Ch. 11



Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. 



I didn't get back to the dorm until about 3 AM Thursday morning, and I had two exams this afternoon and three big exams on Friday, and then was looking forward to three days of acting in our in house production of 'Mastering Millicent', which sounded like a movie I really wanted to make, plus another ESU football victory. Gee, Dad, you can be proud of your boy, because for a three day weekend, I have three girls on tap each night, not just one per night, and my goal was to tap all three of them, each night. So I had simply to devote myself completely to schoolwork until my last class period Friday, which was also my last midterm exam, and then I could let it all hang out for the rest of weekend. It was an excellent plan. I was reminded of my tennis coach, saying when you have tough match, just give it your all and make sure you leave everything you have out on the court. I was going to apply that principle to both of my endeavors this weekend. 

I set my alarm for 6 AM, and went to sleep instantaneously. When it went off I took a quick shower, dressed, and hit the early breakfast line for protein replacement therapy. I was pounding down bacon and eggs with an orange juice chaser when Nora sat down next to me. "Hey stranger!" She gave me a little shoulder hug. "You really do still live and breathe, and you somehow look better. I guess Suzanne has you in training, huh?"

I smiled my best shit eating grin. "It's tough work, but it's gotta be done!" I was suddenly very interested in tuning in to Nora and trying out my new Suzie signal sniffing capabilities. She was clamping down on her signals very well, but things were leaking out despite her best efforts, and I soon learned where to concentrate to detect them. Her 'flight data recorder' was very well protected, like it was shielded, or encrypted. I could tell there was something in there, but I could not yet ping it or decipher it. "You look hot yourself! What's up with you?" 

She shook her platinum hair and smiled, and it lit up the room. "I just finished my last midterm for this week yesterday, and I have walks in all my classes Friday, so today will be a light day. I am going with a group of students to the WTTU football game on Saturday. It's a long drive but we can leave early Friday and take it easy. I have never been to a football game out there." She held up a tentative 'hook 'em' sign and smiled. "I hear that it's great as long as they don't have a dust storm." 

"Or a real Blue Norther! It's not Oklahoma, but when the wind does come whipping 'cross the plain, the temperature can drop 50 degrees in two hours. I'll be watching the game on TV. I hope the TV analysts are wrong again about ESU!"

Nora looked at me funny. "I didn't realize you were such a football fan, Robbie."

"This is Texas. Besides my chosen sport of tennis, I follow all of the other culturally important sports: fall football, football recruiting, spring football, and summer seven on seven football! I would rather die than play fantasy football, though, and I am not coming back for the game on Thanksgiving Day. But my dad and I will watch every minute of it on TV. "

Nora snorted and looked glum. "I'll be here on Thanksgiving."

I laughed. "I guess the holiday never really caught on across the pond, eh?"

She laughed. "We have Harvest Festival earlier in the year, but it's not the same thing really. My folks sometime invite visiting yanks over if they are in London on that day, so I know a little more about it than most do." 

I gave her a hug and headed for campus, making a mental note to see who was planning to be where for turkey day. I found an empty classroom and did 'mock lectures' as an exam review for my midterms, and studied all the old exams from the UDP files that Oiler had given me, then went to my first class. I thought I did really well on the exam before lunch. All those mental gymnastics made me hungry, so I was back for lunch and felt good about the afternoon exams, too. 

Thursday evening was study and review for the Friday exams, except for a call from Rodney Driver. The black suburban that had tailed us was registered to a '527' organization, referring to a section of the Internal Revenue Code, AKA a 'Super Political Action Committee' or 'Super PAC' dubbed 'Real Texans for Truth'. The people listed as contributors to the organization mostly had addresses in Lubbock and environs and most seemed to be alumni of WTTU. Rodney said that some of the websites he frequented contended that members of the group were also big supporters of the recently fired WTTU football coach, who had an ongoing feud with James Craig. So far the PAC had run ads supporting James Craig's opponents in his Senate race, and apparently was also spending money on polling firms and other political consultants, including opposition research. Their activity was at a peak with the election coming next week. 

The head of the organization was Winifred 'Wylie Coyote' Wimmers, a notorious attorney, political consultant and rabble rouser who hailed from Wylie, Texas. Winifred was a former beauty queen in her late 40's and had a reputation for being a staunch political conservative and for leaving behind her a trail of heartbroken twenty something guys that she had toyed with and then dumped in the usually male Texas tradition known as 'find 'em, fuck 'em, and forget 'em'. Her first cousin was John Wimmers Blakeley, AKA 'The Wylie Fist' a notorious trial lawyer so named for his habit of pounding the table in the courtroom instead of making substantive arguments and apparently also his preferred mode of sexual gratification. It was said that if he had been as pretty as John Edwards he could have been VP, but he mainly had 'a face for radio'. 'Fist' was also a card carrying member of the West Texas Trial Lawyers Association, a flaming liberal and a James Craig supporter, and the two first cousins were apparently in a constant state of ongoing political war. Were all these guys sniffing around the AGs and trying to figure out who was behind all the negative publicity for James Craig? 

Rodney turned our conversation back to the Saturday night party and gave me an address out west of the city for a house near the road that led to one of the city parks on the river, and said we should take a taxi show up there for the 'pre-party' Friday night at about 11:00 PM, and we would have to solve a puzzle to figure out how to get to the real party, which was at another location. He also said that most of the people would only know about the pre-party, think it was the only party, and would never make it to the 'VIP party'. That sounded mysterious enough, but both Lara and Suzanne were enthusiastic and highly practiced puzzle solvers, and very party driven, so I felt pretty confident we could figure it out. Rodney would arrange transportation home from the second party sometime Sunday afternoon. I got to sleep early.

Friday morning I tanked up on protein and carbs, and I was certain I did really well on both morning exams. I hit the track at my new pace and was feeling a little better than average, and Suzanne joined in just as I finished my initial seven miles. She looked fantastic, as usual. "Let's do a final briefing on Millicent!" she began. She went through the newly foreshortened project plan for Millie, which now finished up early afternoon on Saturday. It was tough, so tough that I questioned it, but she insisted it was something that Millie needed and wanted, and that both Lara and Suzanne wished that they had found for themselves even sooner. She said I did not realize how many guys today were too damn wimpy and immature and how many girls really wanted a strong guy that they could respect, and frankly, how many girls just plain needed a really hard fucking every week or so, not to 'be understood' or 'actualized' or some other psychobabble. After wringing out Millie, the girls would all either sleep or watch the ESU football game with me, and then we would all take a nap before heading out for the Saturday night party, where Millie would star as our novice submissive again. When I told Suzanne about the 'solve the puzzle to get to the real party' deal her eyes flashed brightly. She was motivated. 

I changed the subject "I am going to visit my family for Thanksgiving. My grandparents don't travel as well as they used to, so I am going to catch a ride with a friend from high school who is driving up on Monday, and not coming back until Friday. What are your plans?"

She looked a little startled. "Well, my folks are in Europe until December, so I have been again invited to Thanksgiving dinner with Mike's family. I'm not sure they have much to be thankful about, but I have gone down to visit them and Mike in the burn hospital the last two Thanksgivings." She looked sad, and I felt sad. I knew there had been no change in Mike's prospects to regain consciousness.

"I think Lara is going up to be with her Dad, and her only surviving grandmother, for Thanksgiving. She did say her dad is coming to town for the Formula One race in two weeks, and wants her to help him out with a last minute party."

Suzanne sighed. "That's sounds like fun, I'm in. Have you talked to Nora lately?"

"Yesterday at breakfast. She is driving out for the WTTU game later today with a group, but she will be stuck here for Thanksgiving."

Suzanne looked thoughtful. "Robbie, could you possibly invite Nora to Thanksgiving with you? I feel bad that she will be so alone!"

"I hadn't thought about that! Do you think she would accept?"

"Maybe she would, and just asking might make her feel better." I had planned to have some serious discussions with my folks over Thanksgiving to learn more about my talent, our family history with it, and some of the things they obviously had not told me. Having Nora around would complicate that process, but it might also stimulate some answers.

"OK. I'll ask her. She will have to help cook if she wants to eat, though!"

Suzanne laughed. "She's an incredible cook, absolutely world class. That won't be a problem." I decided to talk to my Mom and check it out first.

Friday afternoon went very quickly, the exams were fine, and suddenly I was back in 'full race' dating mode. I had about three hours before it was time to pick up Millicent, and Lara had already assured me that there would be enough supper to keep even two 'machines' like Suzanne and me fully filled up, so I took a nap. I was feeling smug that I had truly 'left it all out on the field' as far as my classes were concerned, and I was really looking forward to 'leaving it all in the girls' this weekend. When my alarm went off, I brushed my teeth, grabbed the paper bag that contained the props that Suzanne had prepared for use with Millie, and whistled happily as I walked to the Bi Phi house. 

Millicent Hathaway was on the porch of the sorority house 45 minutes early. She couldn't help herself. She hadn't been this excited when she was debutante three years ago, but that occasion had been more for her mother than for her. She had thought about nothing else but this weekend adventure since Wednesday night. She was wearing the outfit Suzanne had specified, and it looked just like the one she had worn to church school in the eighth grade, and it made her wet. She had her first two crushes that year, one on a ninth grade football player, a tall guy that was way ahead of his peers on the testosterone schedule, complete with the need to shave, a very deep voice, and muscles. She wanted him to pick her up, grab her ass, kiss her and never put her down. Her second crush was her music teacher, Miss Granot, who was in her late twenties. She wanted Miss Granot to sit on her face and make Millicent lick her pussy. It was so nasty and it made her so hot that she almost couldn't stand it. By Christmas break, she wanted both of them at the same time, and her dreams reflected it, but none of those fantasies had ever come true. 

Millicent's grandfather was a storied Texas oil man, worth several hundred million. His son, Millicent's father, was determined to make more money on his own than his father in law ever had. He was an architect who built a real estate empire of shopping centers, apartment buildings, and office buildings, renting out each property he built and then borrowing to build or buy yet another. His timing was perfect and as the 'Sun Belt' economy grew his properties' valuations soared and he sold some off to pay off his loans and suddenly owned more than $1B of real estate free and clear, collecting millions in rent each month. Millicent laughed when people used the term 'helicopter dad' because to her it meant a dad that was always out flying around in a helicopter looking at property, instead of spending time with his daughter. Her mother had been raised for one career – head of the Junior League and best dressed woman at the country club. She spent all her time on it, not with Millicent. Millie was essentially raised by her grandmother and their maids, and spent more time with them than both of her parents combined. She somehow knew her mother and father didn't really love her, and she wasn't sure her grandmother did either. She was an only child and an only grandchild, and was as spoiled as spoiled could be, and almost never even heard the word 'no'. But when she was four something happened that remained the most enduring emotional memory of her life. She was walking with her grandmother on a shopping trip in Houston, and was being oppositional for its own sake, as four year olds are wont to do. She kept pulling away from holding her grandmother's hand, running to look at anything that interested her, and her grandmother would scold her, but not really do much else. 

Finally she jerked away and ran towards the busy street, and almost certainly would have been killed if a passing stranger had not grabbed her just before she stepped off the curb. Her grandmother was livid. "You are going to get your first whippin' when we get home young lady!" Millicent thought it was just another idle threat. It was not. When they got home, Grandma did not fix lunch as Millicent was expecting. "No lunch for you. When you disobey me and run out into the street, you get a whippin' instead!" Grandma has been raised old school, and she went out to the yard with some shiny pruning shears and came back with three switches cut from trees. "Pick your switch, you bad girl!" she told Millicent. Still not comprehending, Millicent tauntingly picked the longest one. "Good choice!" Grandma said. She made Millicent take down her skirt and panties and lean over a chair, pushing her and holding her down when she hesitated. She had never experienced anything like this, and she was embarrassed and humiliated. But then Grandma went crazy and whipped her ass, counting out twenty strokes, each preceded by a little motivational phrase about how little girls should mind their Grandma. Millicent thought that the first one was more than she could possibly endure, and by the third one she was praying to God that it would stop. After the tenth she was in another world, with adrenaline and hormones surging through her system, and crying her eyes out, which she almost never did. Grandma was crying just as much. After the final stroke, Granma gathered Millicent up in her arms and rocked her as she cried. "I am so sorry baby but you can't disobey me like that. I love you and I couldn't bear it if you got hurt!" They rocked together for more than an hour, and Millicent went to sleep in Grandma's arms, suddenly certain that somebody truly cared about her. She would never forget that, both consciously and unconsciously.

When I got to the Bi Phi house, Mei Ling was standing with Millicent on the porch. Mille was dressed as directed, in a schoolgirl outfit with a white blouse and tartan skirt and her hair in pigtails. She had also been instructed to begin a liquid diet yesterday at lunch, but was left to speculate as to why. As I approached, Mei Ling said "I think I am envious of Millie's weekend!" and looked at me expectantly.

All of my words and actions from now until Sunday night were calculated to have a maximum effect on Millicent, so I said "She is a complete slut, Mei Ling, and she knows it, but she is inexperienced. She does not yet know what she is capable of, but she will soon learn to serve me well indeed! From this moment forward, her life will never be the same." 

Millicent starred at me dumbfounded, and Mei Ling looked at me really funny, like she could not decide whether to laugh or take me seriously. I ignored her, and slipped a collar around Millie's neck, and bound her arms behind her so swiftly she was trapped before she knew it. I pulled the blindfolding leather hood over her head and zipped it up securely. Millie began breathing harder. I reached up under her skirt with a pair of plastic covered safety scissors and literally cut off her panties, and then reached under her blouse and took off her bra, handing them both to Mei Ling. She could not help but notice that the panties were already very fragrant, and her eyes got wide as saucers. I had already talked to Cisco, and Mei Ling had a few surprises of her own coming up this weekend. 

"Do you want to feel this bitch's nipples before I clip them, Mei Ling?" Her face turned pale, and then bright red. "Do you want to feel her wet slut cunt before I take her away for her training?" Mei Ling almost fell down, but did not reach for Millie. I put two clips on Millie's nips, pulled her blouse back down over them, and then snapped my leash to Millie's collar and walked away, tugging her along roughly. Mei Ling stood frozen, gawking at us until we disappeared around the corner at the first turn toward Lara's building. I was taking a circuitous route so Millie would not know exactly where she was going, and three blocks away from the Bi Phi house I took a detour down a narrow alley between two commercial buildings, shoving Millie up against the wall, and grabbing her ass roughly. I slipped my hand low and in between her legs and discovered she was already dripping.

"What a slut you are! Does it make your little pussy wet to know that anyone who walked by could smell you now?"

She gasped and coughed. Every time she moved, the blouse moved the clips and she got stimulated. I gave her a very rough kiss, and then dragged her on down the street. We walked by a construction site, and I slowed down until the workers noticed her, and she heard them whistling at her. I lifted her blouse and they whistled even louder. She almost fell to her knees. But I dragged her on. We circled Lara's building several times, passing by numerous people on the street. Two young guys turned and said loudly "Damn! Look at that!" and Millicent groaned, way down deep in her throat. In the alley behind Lara's I pushed her against the wall and took flash pictures of her with my phone, ordering her to lift up her blouse and then her skirt. She was mortified. Her Suzie was also singing like a flock of songbirds. 

We ducked into Lara's building by the side entrance, and took the elevator up to Lara's floor, unfortunately seeing no one else along the way. Suzanne and Lara were waiting just inside the door, and began to play their parts. "Is this our new little bitch? I do hope she is housebroken!" The girls quickly stripped off her clothes, and took her into the bathroom for a little enema party. I sensed humiliation and excitement Suzie signals through the door. They emerged from the bathroom with Millie down on all fours, said "Heel, bitch!" and walked up her up and back, making her heel with tugs on the leash. "This one has potential, but she will need sharp corrections!" 

Lara reached down and caressed Millie's ass a bit. "Look at this ass Suzanne, it looks pretty good. She is a wet little slut, though, what a drippy pussy! Lara licked her middle finger and touched Millie's little rosebud. "Look at that cute little asshole!" With no fanfare, she slipped her finger into Millie's ass. Millie groaned and quivered. "Oh, she does have a tight little ass. Master will take that like Sherman took Georgia!" She giggled wickedly as Millicent sobbed. 




My Only Talent Ch. 11



Suzanne guffawed, then replaced Lara's finger with her own, pushing even deeper. Millie crooned like a falsetto singer. "But didn't Sherman take Georgia only once? Master will fuck this tight little thing many times!" Millie sobbed, but I heard her Suzie begin to spark hotly. 

"Master, we have to go to the store for a few things we need to finish supper. Will you start her training while we are gone? Maybe you can get some of the 'rougher stuff' out of the way before we get back?" I laughed archly, and heard Millie sniffle, and her Suzie sang of fear, humiliation, near panic, but also rising excitement. They noisily gathered themselves up and we heard the front door close and lock.

I walked over in front of Millie in such a way that she could not miss the fact that I was standing over her. I sure hoped that Suzanne and Lara were right about how to do this. I took off my shoes and socks and then slowly and obviously took off my shirt and loudly unzipped my pants. Then I took off my pants and underwear, and stretched a little, and yawned. I reach out an gently caressed Millie's face, running my hands around her mouth and chin, touching her hair, her lips, and tilting her head up to look at her face. Then I grabbed the handles on her leather hood and made it crystal clear to her that I had total control of her head, being able to do anything I wanted to it. Her Suzie signal rose like an approaching siren, 'dopplering up' as if it was approaching me rapidly. 

I sighed dramatically, drew in a loud breath, and then shoved my cock in her mouth and down her throat. Her Suzie exploded in a cacophony of signals. I tried to shut them out, and follow the recipe of just using her to get myself off. Her throat was hot and tight and lusciously wet with saliva. I used the handles and just fucked it to please myself, but Millicent did not really struggle, she just sort of flowed and adapted. She kept her breathing controlled through her nose, and did not seem to gag at all. I even tried to push in hard, and got all the way down her throat even sooner than I had with Lara or Suzanne, but she handled it with aplomb. I was amazed. When I pushed myself all the way down and held it, she actually tried to gobble it down a little farther. Her Suzie was exploding, loud and uninhibited. Her panic was rapidly being converted to excitement. I began a rhythmic motion, using every millimeter of her mouth, hoping to come quickly, but I was suddenly in the zone. I was trying to shut out her Suzie signals, but it they pounding into me like the surf in a hurricane. 

She was anticipating my motions, getting into my rhythm and breathing easily through her nose. She even began to expertly lick the bottom of my cock on each stroke on the way out, and suck me hard just as I bottomed out, and her Suzie was climbing higher with every little trick she worked in. I let down all my barriers and tried to connect to her. Her carrier was modulated with so much of what she wanted that I could not even begin to try to read her flight data recorder. But I could tell she was happy. She was the center of attention, and she knew she was pleasing me, and she loved it. She was visualizing me coming in her mouth, and she was looking forward to it. Her Suzie reached out and grabbed me, and suddenly I desperately wanted to come in her mouth, and I did. She groaned and roughly sucked it right out of me. She was most assuredly my kind of girl. 

Lara and Suzanne had come back in, unnoticed, and were smiling as they watched. Suzanne spoke up. "Look at that slut! She loves getting it down the throat. What a fuck toy she is!" Millie's Suzie signal soared, she considered that high praise, and she was damn proud of it. 

Lara took over. "Look at her pussy drip! She swallowed all the come, but she let her dirty pussy juice drip all over my clean floor!" Lara snapped her whip in the air. "Get down on your knees, bitch. Lick up your stinking pussy juice until my floor is clean!"

Millicent kneeled down, stuck out her tongue, and did her best to clean the floor with it. Lara stood behind her and snapped her ass and legs with the whip, at first lightly, but then pretty smartly. At first Millie signaled humiliation and panic, and with each strike the pain made her cringe. But by the fifth stroke she was looking forward to it, hoping for it, waiting for it, and loving it. By the sixth stroke it was like a caress to her, and she began to drip juice from one end much faster than she could possibly lick it up from the other. Suddenly I could feel that she was the one in a zone, and I knew that if Lara hit her a few more times, Millie was going to come. I reached out and stopped Lara's hand. 

"You may never come until I give you permission, slut! And you won't get any more of that whip until you earn it!"

Millie shivered, hoping for one more swat from the whip and not getting it. She was literally a bitch in heat. Her Suzie was pure and loud and aggressive and demanding. I had never heard one like it. Peggy's was pure and sweet and demure and accepting, but not demanding like this. Lara threw down some paper towels and Millie cleaned up as best she could. Suzanne and Lara went into the kitchen and began cooking dinner. I told Millie to heel and walked over to the couch and sat down, making Millie turn her ass towards me, then put it up in the air and her shoulders down on the floor. I began toying with her ass and listening to her Suzie. She was maneuvering her ass to encourage my fingers to enter her. She was amazing. Suddenly I was hard as a rock again, and she was wiggling her ass at me. I used my fingers to spread her ass checks, and kneeled down behind her. 

"You may not come until I give you permission!" I smacked her cheeks a few times and she quivered, Suzie sparking. I wanted to surprise her, almost hurt her, because our schedule did not allow her any orgasms until early morning, but I desperately wanted to fuck her. I entered her ass hard, she was tight as she could be, but her ass was also as hot as molten lava. I went all the way into her as soon as I could, and she screamed like an angry housecat. Suzanne looked around the corner of the kitchen door, looking to see if something was wrong. Her eyes got big as I pulled out of Millie's ass and then shoved myself in again. Millie growled again, and Suzanne covered her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. I tuned into Millie's Suzie, and she was hoping for another hard thrust. The line between pain and pleasure was blurred, and she might come if I was not careful. But she had control like Nora did, and I was going to make her use it. 

I leaned over into her ear, and said "If you come without permission, I will throw you and your clothes out in the hallway immediately and we will have nothing else to do with you! Do you understand me slut?"

She hissed "Yes, Master. I will not come until you tell me I can."

I immediately began fucking her ass again. Her Suzie soon became the equivalent of singing through gritted teeth, hanging on the edge to keep control. Keeping her on edge was exactly our plan. I stroked and stroked, enjoying it immensely, and listening to her Suzie as she struggled to retain control and not let herself come. I unzipped and took off her leather hood, then gathered up both her pigtails in one hand, and pulled her head up. She groaned, and her Suzie moved even higher. For her, saying that she liked it rough was an incredible understatement. I pulled her pigtails harder and turned her head around so she made eye contact with me. "You really like it in the ass, don't you slut?"

Apparently emboldened by the removal of her hood, she smiled coolly at me, almost recreating her haughty but hot expression from when we made our original wager. "Not bad."

I fucked her even harder. Her Suzie told me she was just on the edge of coming, but holding herself in. I was nowhere near coming. "I need a little more stimulation, bitch! Could you at least try to squeeze down on me with your fat loosey goosey ass a little bit, or even try to do something that I can feel?" I adjusted my stance for a little more penetration and pounded her even harder. Her Suzie was going wild, as she loved it hard and hot and in the backdoor. She was a slut, a truly magnificent slut. I realized I was just about ready to come, and I decided to adlib another little humiliation. "Well I guess if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself!" I pulled out of her ass and finished myself off with my hand, shooting a considerable volume of come on her back and butt, and watching her twitch as each spurt hit her. I hope she did not notice the utter fascination with which I watched my come drip down her beautiful ass. But her Suzie told me that when my stuff fell on her skin, she had just barely managed not to have a screaming orgasm as a result. 

"You are such a slut!" I stood over her. "Look at your slut pussy dripping all over the floor again!" I threw her some more paper towels. "Clean that floor up, and stay there until I come back to get you!" I stomped away without looking at her, and ended up in the kitchen. Suzanne and Lara were working on dinner, but had obviously been listening closely. They both had smirks on their faces. Suzanne whispered "I heard you improvise there, Animal. Where did you come?"

"On her back and on her ass." I said proudly.

She laughed, and looked around the corner. She then covered her mouth with both hands, came back into the room, and whispered "She is reaching around and getting it from her back and swallowing it!" They both giggled. "Dinner will be ready in five minutes. Let's move her little sleeping pad near the table, and put her on a stay while we eat!" She giggled again.

When I walked back into the entryway, Millie was licking her fingers like she had been eating fried chicken. She turned her head when I caught her. "Don't worry slut, there is plenty more where that came from, as long as you behave yourself!" I laughed again. I picked up her doggy sleeping pad, then said "Heel, bitch!" and walked into the kitchen. I dropped her little pad in the corner of the kitchen with a clear view of everything, and then led her to it. "Sit, down, and stay, slut!" She curled up on the little pad, naked, and glared at me. We then ignored her.

I launched into a domestic dialog with the girls. "What's for supper? I am starving!" I dramatically hugged and kissed both of them lovingly. 

Lara spoke up. "In a few minutes, you will taste the best Beef Stroganoff with fresh egg noodles that you have ever experienced, Master, plus a fluffy spinach soufflé and a lovely fruit salad. But go wash your dirty hands, because you have been training the new bitch!" 

I deliberately avoided eye contact with Millie, while smiling broadly, whistling on my way to the bathroom in the hall to wash my hands. When I returned, everything was on the table and the three of us down and passed things around family style, while Millie watched from the floor on her sleeping pad. The food was fantastic, the beef had been marinated with something very tasty and the sauce was delicious, and complemented the noodles very well. The soufflé was light and perfectly spiced, with some sort of crunchy nuts distributed in it, and I showered Lara with complements on the food. Suzanne and I both had seconds, even though the initial helpings had been generous. Lara was right; both of us got all the food we needed, and we made a fuss over Lara and said that the cook needed several nice kisses, and we smacked on her and hummed contentedly for our audience of one. 

We sat around the table and talked about Millie like she wasn't there. Suzanne began "We already have a nickname for this one: 'Wet Spot' since her little pussy dribbles everywhere! I don't think she can help it, she is such a little slut!"

Lara answered. "She better learn to keep my floors clean or I will be whipping her little ass raw every time she is here, assuming she gets invited back!"

I laughed. "Whipping may be what she is hoping for. She is a hopeless slut!"

Lara finally said "She is on liquids only so let's give her some water, and then we have some grueling training which I would like to finish before bedtime, although she will have some chores during the night, too!" She laughed. 

I walked over and put fresh water in Millie's bowl, then led her over to it. "Drink up, Millie. The way your little pussy drips we are going to have to make sure you stay hydrated. She gave me a killing look, then crawled over and began figuring out how to drink effectively from a bowl on the floor. When she had finished it almost all off, I said "Good girl!" Her look would have measured about 3 degrees Kelvin. 

Suzanne came over and took Millie's leash. "Let's get started!" She had Millie stand up, and restrained her wrists to the chains supporting the trapeze, and then her ankles, too. She then attached clips to her collar, and Millie was almost completely trapped. "Remember, bitch, you may not come without permission!" Millie was just a little taller than Suzanne, who stood and looked her in the eyes, speaking to her in a whisper, listening to her replies closely, and gently touching her chin. I couldn't quite hear what she said, but I saw Millie's eyes get wide in an expression of astonishment, as Lara stepped into view wearing a burnt orange and white strap on dildo, and carrying her whip. "You are going to take one for the team, slut!" She laughed almost maniacally. "We don't have the midnight hex rally anymore, so we are starting a new and very private tradition, the midnight slut rally!" 

ESU until recently used to play another state school, a long time rival, and before that game, the ESU faithful would hold a midnight pep rally to put a 'hex' on the foe, thus the term 'hex rally'. It must have been very effective, because ESU had totally dominated the series over the years, winning the vast majority of the games. There was much celebration last year, as ESU capped the series with a final dramatic win, making one otherwise unremarkable backup QB a legend for a long scramble that set up a field goal that sealed the opponent's fate, sending them off once again a loser, and to another conference with no more scheduled games with ESU. Now WTTU was the closest state school and a long term rival. But this slut rally was going to be very different, and would continue until midnight, but total domination was also the goal. And she wouldn't feel the touch of that strap on dildo for some time, but hopefully she would wonder about where it was and when it was going to be used on her until then.

Suzanne stood back about two feet from Millie, and said "Truth or Whip, Bitch!"

Mille looked up and her eyes got big, she squirmed but was thoroughly trapped in the trapeze and chains. 

Suzanne's eyes sparkled. "Are all the Phi Phi's really bisexual?"

Millie said "NO!" and Suzanne gave her three lashes. 

"You get fewer lashes if you tell the truth, and answer in the proper manner!" Suzanne laughed. "Are you bisexual?"

"YES!" Two lashes.

"Did you go down on your big sister when you were a pledge?"

"YES Mistress!" One lash.

"Did you make her come?"

"YES Mistress!" One lash.

"Did you like doing it?"

"YES Mistress!" One lash.

"Good! We'll see how good you really are!" Suzanne reached and unclipped two snap rings and effortlessly turned Millie upside down, her head now at Suzanne's waist level, but still fully lashed to the trapeze. She stood with her pussy just in front of Millie's mouth. "Eat my pussy slut! Millie dove in (or 'up', since she was upside down) enthusiastically. 

Lara stood behind her with the whip, and narrated. "Do you know how lucky you are to even get to smell that fine pussy, slut? Much less touch it!" Millie stopped to breathe, and Lara gave her two hard lashes. "Keep eating, bitch!"

She must have been doing pretty well, because Suzanne clasped her arms together on top of her head and stretched a little, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Lara gave her an occasional swat, but Millie's Suzie was telling me she was looking forward to every touch of the whip. Suddenly Suzanne threw her head back and came noisily, with Millie just as noisily sucking up her juices, and making very appreciative noises as she did so. Suzanne laughed and pushed Millie, still tied to the trapeze and upside down, over to Lara and Millie just as industriously began eating her. Suzanne began to swat Millie with the whip, knowing full well that Millie wanted even more than she was getting. Millie's work on Lara grew so enthusiastic that she was shaking the trapeze, and Lara came quickly with a little noise that sounded almost like a sneeze. 

Lara pushed Millie toward me, and she took my cock in her upside down mouth almost casually, but instantly captured me and started to suck me hard. She licked, she teased, she hummed and she generally made love to my cock with her hot mouth. Her Suzie crowed in triumph as she felt me get hard as a rock between her lips. I swung her toward Suzanne, who grabbed her hips and held her as Lara gave her ten of the best, then swung her back to my cock, and then to Lara, who held her legs open while Suzanne gave her five high hard ones to the inside of each thigh. Millie's little pussy was dripping wet again. I looked at the clock on the kitchen wall. We were way ahead of schedule, and I was not sure we could keep this up for another several hours before we let her come. Improv time. 

I stood up. "Millie, kneel there at the foot of the bed. We will let you know if we need you for anything." The look she gave me would have quick frozen and shattered an iceberg.

She kneeled at the right foot of the bed. I pulled Suzanne down on the bed until her hips were centered near the foot of the bed, and used my arms to hold her legs up, making clear that I was planning to devoutly devour her. Lara moved up to the head of the bed and held Suzanne's arms up above her head. Then she leaned forward and used her hands to gently touch Suzanne's breasts, making her stretch as she enjoyed it. My plan was simple, if you have to stall for time do something you genuinely love to do, slowly. I was going to run my hands and mouth all over Suzanne, and enjoy it immensely, and if it drove Millie crazy as she watched, untouched and untouching, so much the better. 

Suzanne held her legs up in a perfect vertical 'V', completely still, demonstrating her incredible muscle tone and control. I glanced back at Millie, who was staring at Suzanne's legs like she had suddenly encountered a masterpiece in an art gallery. I let go of Suzanne's legs and began to gently touch her, surveying and savoring her perfect musculature at my leisure. I was reminded of the first time I saw her naked, in her apartment, and thinking of her as the perfect anatomical model. Her light olive skin glowed in the soft light of the bedroom, like expensive vellum paper stretched over muscles of ideal form and incredible substance. I touched them, caressed them, massaged them, and delighted in them. I could feel Millicent's Suzie screaming that she desperately wanted to do the same. Lara added Suzanne's muscular shoulders and neck to her territory, continuing to pay rapt attention to the breasts and the crinkly little nipples attached. 

Lara and I had now touched every inch of Suzanne's perfect surface several times. She was moaning and the room was redolent with her sweet pussy smell, which was now competing with Millie's ever present and furry little air freshener. I began kissing her thighs and moving toward her sweet little snatch, and Lara began kissing Suzanne's breasts. Suzanne began murmuring and moving her legs gently, and Lara began sucking her nipples in earnest just as my mouth arrived at Suzanne's mons veneris. I stuck my tongue way out and just barely touched her, like I was taking that first tentative little taste of some edible delicacy. It was delicious. I heard a hoarse intake of breath on my right and looked over to see Millicent holding her mouth open with a her tongue out, as if she could catch some of Suzanne's taste lingering in the air. I smiled and made eye contact, and shot her an expression that said 'I'm eating this and you are not, even though you just learned how great it tastes.' Lara moved up and began kissing Suzanne's face, whispering to her that Mille was watching me eat Suzanne's pussy. Suzanne shivered. 




My Only Talent Ch. 11



Suzanne's juice was dripping gently down toward the bottom of her outer lips, and I gently licked it like spring water dripping from a pair of lovely little pink stalactites. She shivered again, and I felt her Suzie crank up like someone had started a loud old lawnmower. I placed myself right between her legs, and slowly penetrated her pussy. It was hot and wet and all her leg muscles were tight and quivering all around me. I pumped her Suzie like a swing, trying to send it higher with each motion. Lara returned to gently touching Suzanne's nipples, rolling them alternatively between thumb and forefinger. I slowly increased my depth as her Suzie swung higher, and at almost my maximum effort she was just about to come. I looked over at Millie, and she was mesmerized, staring at my cock penetrating Suzanne. Millie was sending envy and desire – desire to be the one being penetrated like that. Lara bent down and bit one of Suzanne's nipples gently, and that sent her over the edge, and her incredible strength clamping down on my cock triggered my orgasm too, and I strove to bury myself as far inside Suzanne as I could get.

Millicent was transfixed by the sight of Robbie's cock slamming in and out of Suzanne like a pile driver. His leg muscles flexed and the muscles at the top of his legs and the bottom of his ass pushed against the surface of his tight white skin as he reached maximum penetration. He grunted loudly, and Millie knew he was pumping his come deep inside of Suzanne. She wished it was into her, her pussy, her mouth, her ass, any place would do. She had never felt such envy. She suddenly deeply understood the old term 'covetousness' as what she felt. Lara was rubbing Millicent's shoulders gently, and she hadn't even noticed it when she got behind her and began to do that. Robbie stopped moving and pulled his dick slowly out of Suzanne, and it made a loud and juicy plopping sound, plus it still looked hard and sticky wet. Robbie looked at Millie and smiled a strange smile: feral, but still loving, she thought. What did that mean? 

Suddenly Lara's grip tightened on her shoulders, and pushed her head down toward Suzanne's fragrantly wet snatch. Robbie's command voice broke through her reverie "Eat that pussy, slut! Suck it clean and make love to it with your mouth like your life depended on it! Millicent smiled. If all of Robbie's commands were as wonderful an idea as this one, she would have no trouble submitting to them. She inhaled deeply, savoring the blended smell and anticipating the taste of Robbie and Suzanne together and also realized she wouldn't mind being on a liquid diet like this all weekend. She dove in, just as if the rest of her life, her sex life at least, depended on it.

Robbie and Lara watched as Millie worshipped Suzanne's pussy. There was really no other word that fit. She gently licked and sucked, beginning with her tongue like a tiny kitten gently caressing a butterfly and in just a few minutes, finishing like a strong mother cat wolfing down its prey. Suzanne had at least three more orgasms, but it might have been more. Just watching it made Robbie harder than he had been before he came in Suzanne, and it made Lara as wet and wonton as she had ever been. She lay on the edge of the left side of the bed, and leaned back as Millie performed her final magic on Suzanne. Then Robbie entered Lara's pussy and began stroking her strongly. He felt incredibly hard and burning hot inside her, and she could tell it would take him a while to come, but she was also sure that Millie would be ready when Robbie finished. It just felt right to her. Suzanne looked over with hooded eyes and smiled contentedly at them all. It seemed that this improvisation was going to work out fine.

Millie was savoring the taste of the snack she had just polished off, realizing she could get high from that memory for years, and her pussy was twitching as she watched Robbie pound into Lara with just as much gusto as he had with Suzanne. She sorely longed to have those strong legs and buttocks and cock working on her, but for now she was content to anticipate her coming reward. She was already suffused with a sense of acceptance and belonging that she had never felt before. Suzanne slowly snaked over and began to suck one of Lara's nipples, almost like a sleepy nursing kitty. Lara suddenly felt the kind of amazing endorphin rush and peace she always craved, but this time it was hers even before her orgasm. She never knew she could feel this good. 

Time almost stood still for them all as Robbie slammed methodically into Lara. Suzanne stayed affixed to her nipple, spent, and at peace, remembering the touch of Millie's lips and tongue on her still quivering pussy. Lara, for her part, loved being gently nursed, and roughly pounded, and felt an orgasm begin to roll inexorably toward her. Millie was content for now to watch and enjoy the spectacle, as she knew she had something wonderful to look forward to after Robbie came, and she was also looking forward to being on the receiving end of a fucking like that, too, as soon as possible. Robbie looked up and realized all three girls were pretty dog gone happy and two of them were actively looking forward to him coming. Life was very, very good. He shook his head, as if suddenly awakening and trying to reorient himself. 

Suddenly I felt a cascade of Suzie signals, summing together like I had never experienced before. Suzanne sent almost mind numbingly loud contentment, and Lara send strong contentment plus a strikingly specific desire for me to shoot hard and fill her pussy up with my come. But Millie's Suzie signal was an amazing mix of contentment, a feeling of belonging, and her soaring desire to devour Lara as soon as I filled her, and an even stronger and still rapidly growing desire to be herself fucked mercilessly. The combined signals sent a jolt of electricity coursing through me like I had stuck a toe in the light socket, and I was shocked by how violently I finished up inside Lara. My initial salvo set off her rockets too, and as she came she made a few transiently painful fingernail marks on my ass and back as she gripped me and urged me even deeper into her. I knew they would be bright red tomorrow, but no problem, baby, anytime.

I held Lara's legs up as Millie knelt before her for another session of profound pussy worship. Suzanne was still attached to one nipple, so I sucked on the other side, and felt a wonderful peace come over me. Lara had two additional big, loud, gut wrenching orgasms that expelled some of my come into Millicent's happy and ready mouth along with Lara's squirting juices. Then we all settled down into a happy kiss and snuggle for a few minutes, with the still unfucked and highly horny Millie in the bed between us. 

But in a few more moments, I remembered the context and purpose of our improvisation, and I pushed Millie off, dumping her out of the warm bed onto the cold carpet. She gave me another one of those glacial looks, and Suzanne and Lara both made that quintessentially female "Ohhhhhhhh" disapproval sound at the hopelessly mean and thoughtless male. I put on my best 'kind but serious master' tone. "Good dog Millie, but go back to your little sleeping rug. We will wake you if we need you. Right now you need your puppy sleep!" I got in the middle of the bed and tried to arrange Lara on one side and Suzanne on the other, making it clear, I hoped, that they could play with my nipples if they wanted to. But alas, they snuggled tantalizing for a few moments, and then went right to sleep. Millie did not, and her Suzie reached out from her little sleeping rug and signaled unrequited need for a good fucking and some orgasms, along with a desire to express her burning irritation with me by perhaps nipping at my heels. But I had a few more surprises planned for her during the night, following the girl's Millie plan of maximum humiliation, punishment and frustration before we finally let her come. It was betting it was going to be spectacular when she did.

About 3 AM I got that urgent urge to pee, but I remembered our plan and priorities. I got out of bed and walked over to Millie's little sleeping rug and kicked her, not too gently I hoped. "Wake up, Millie!" I said sotto voce. "Heel!" I shuffled into the bathroom, naked, scratching my balls. She followed to my left and just behind me, and after she came into the bathroom, I shut the door to the bedroom. "Sit!" I said, and she did a pretty good imitation of a dog sitting at obedience class, just to my left and in front of the toilet bowl. I then did my best imitation of a race horse, shaking my penis in preparation and reveling in just having one, and then I tried to take a very visible and loud piss into the bowl, aiming right for the center of the water and maximizing the sound level. I was pretty happy with the volume of the flow, having had at least a couple liters of bottled water earlier this evening and no chance to void for hours, and pleased too with the noise level, which I hoped seemed almost Niagara like in the quiet apartment. Millie watched, wide eyed and fascinated, her status as the female only child of a solidly upper class household meaning she had never been treated to such a sight before, especially from a foot away and right at eye level.

I would normally shake that last little drop out into the bowl, and perhaps shiver a little, too, as so much stored heat left my body, but I simply pivoted to my left slightly and placed the end of my cock an inch from her mouth and said understatedly, "Lick it clean, Millie." 

Her calm expression froze, her face turned ashen, and her previously calm and sleepy Suzie blared a warning signal. Since I was fond of submarine metaphors for Suzie signals, it reminded me of the alarm that usually sounded in those old movies right before someone nervously said "torpedo in the water!" Millie indeed seemed to regard my penis like a torpedo, a dirty, disgusting and dangerous torpedo. Her Suzie sent an absolute crescendo of revulsion and humiliation, but then something amazing happened. Her Suzie signaled that her disgust and revulsion had been almost instantly transformed into pure humiliation and that almost instantly into raw sexual excitement. She did it much faster than Suzanne or Lara had ever done the same thing. The knob on Millie's little fuzz box suddenly spun up to '11', putting a buzzing and raw nasty tone on her signal, and her face transformed, now wearing that 'hot but haughty' look that I was beginning to like as much as Lara's tight little smile. A wonderful wave of her beautiful pussy smell reached me, and I visualized her wonderfully nasty little wet snatch covered with that coarse and kinky brown hair.

I thought that she would just engulf my cock with her mouth, but she did not. She kept her eyes on mine, and snaked out her pink tongue and just barely touched the little drop of at the end of my cock, in effect saying, 'I call your 'lick it clean, Millie' and raise you a 'watch Millie calmly tasting your urine'. She savored my frozen and slightly shocked expression, and then licked just a little all around the end of my cock, retracted her tongue back into her mouth, then swallowed and smacked her lips, all with a big smile on her face. She sat back on her heels, as if saying to me 'will there be anything else, Master?' What a girl! I looked at her sternly. "Go back to your sleeping rug, Millie!" She did, but her Suzie was crowing triumph and signaling much greater excitement than when we started. 

I crawled back in bed, and in a few minutes, Lara got up, touched Millie with her foot, and said "Millie, heel!" and Millie followed her into the bathroom. I couldn't see or hear them, but I detected another wave of humiliation and excitement from Millie's now almost frantic Suzie transmitter. When the door opened a few minutes later, I smelled two distinct pussy scents, both fascinating and wonderful. Lara got back under the covers and snuggled up next to me again, and Millie curled up on her little rug. A few minutes later, Suzanne cleared her throat, and slipped out of bed. She went over to Millie's little rug and whispered "Millie, heel!" and then went into the kitchen. She took something out of a drawer, then took Millie into the bathroom and closed the door. I detected both girl's Suzie signals ramp up, and then Millie's spike significantly. Then, even through the door, I heard Suzanne cry out, like she sometimes does when she comes, and then Millie signaled even greater excitement.

The door opened, and Suzanne sent Millie over to her rug with 'down' and 'stay' commands, and then slipped back into bed with Lara and me. She kissed us both on the neck gently and whispered "Ready for the final part of our plan!? I looked over at the alarm clock on the nightstand, and saw that it would go off in about an hour and a half. I burrowed down into the covers, and tried to catch forty winks. The alarm seemed to go off ten seconds later. Suzanne got up first, woke Millie up, and give her fresh water to drink, and took her to the bathroom to relive herself. Lara rolled over and kissed me and said "We are going to be really rough with her before you fuck her for her first orgasm. Let us do what she needs, so she is really ready for you!"

I stayed in bed and watched as the girls strapped Mille to the trapeze. She was completely naked. They strapped both her arms up high and spread apart, and both her ankles down low and far apart. Then they loosened her ankles a little and put straps under her knees, pulling them up and widely apart. It was as if she was in the position she would take in the 'stirrups' of a gynecologist's chair, but her body was mostly vertical rather than horizontal. Suzanne and Lara were naked too, and all three of them looked absolutely spectacular, I told them so. 

Suzanne smiled. "You are about to be the only audience for the first act of a rather spectacular show. But keep resting, because you are going to be the star player in the second act!"

Suzanne and Lara stood on either side of Millie, with their whips and crops in their hands. Suzanne spoke first. "You know you are a slut, Millie, and so do we. What we need to do now is make sure you are completely honest with yourself and with Master about what kind of slut you are!"

Lara used her whip to slap Millie's thigh. Then Suzanne hit the other side with her crop. Her thighs got red, and I got a little harder. I concentrated and felt Millie's Suzie began to crow. There was some humiliation at being restrained and whipped, but mostly excitement and frustration that it was all she was getting. The girls repeated their actions, and Millie got even redder. The girls then proceeded to perform the equivalent of 'contrast therapy' on Millie. First Lara tenderly kissed Millie's breasts, circling them with her tongue until there were fully erect, and then she stepped back and Suzanne whipped them several times until they reddened and Millie's Suzie signal telegraphed massive excitement. Lara then caressed Millie's buttocks gently and then knelt to kiss them. After a few minutes, she moved away and Suzanne whipped them even harder than she had her breasts. I notice that her breasts became even redder and her nipples even more erect that they had been before. She was really getting wound up tight.

Lara knelt again and sucked Millie's toes into her mouth, caressing them. Millie's Suzie burned brightly, and I was surprised at how much she really seemed to like having her feet touched and kissed. Then Lara stepped back and Suzanne used her crop on the bottom of Millie's feet. It was like a ratchet mechanism: everything they did seem to drive Millie up higher and higher on the excitement scale. The girls both leaned into Mille and each took a nipple into their mouths, and gradually ramped up from gentle suction to little nips and bites. It was driving Millie wild. Then Lara kneeled between Millie's legs and began kissing the insides of her knees, while Suzanne methodically whipped her nipples with her crop. Suzanne stepped back and Lara stepped up her efforts, and Millie's Suzie said she was very close to an orgasm. "You may not come until Master gives permission!" Suzanne boomed. Millie looked up wide eyed.

Suzanne motioned for me to come over and I got out of bed and approached Millie. Suzanne kneeled to my side so that Millie would have an unobstructed view, and then began to toy with my cock. Millie's eyes were now wide and glued to my dick. I liked that. Suzanne reached over and just barely touched my cock with her hand. It was a great tease, and it woke me up. Lara was gradually moving up the inside of Millie's legs, and was just kissing the tops of her thighs. I could smell Millie's pussy again. Lara took her whip and began to hit the inside of Millie's thigh on the leg opposite the one she had been kissing. It got red and I got fully hard. Lara began to kiss the red thigh she had just whipped, and then whipped the other thigh. Suzanne had me stand right in front of Millie, about three feet away, and then Lara moved behind Millie and started to whip her buttocks from behind. Suzanne used her tongue to hold up my dick, kind of making it dance and bounce up and down while Millie watched. Millie was right on the edge of coming, and her Suzie was a clarion call, then a fog horn. 

Lara whipped Millie once, on the butt, really hard. Millie drew in a huge breath, and then Lara spoke right in her ear. "You know you are cock slut, don't you? You like it in the pussy, in the ass, and especially shoved in your mouth, don't you slut?" 

Millie got that hot and haughty look, like she was about to say yes and she was proud of it, when Lara kissed her and said "Me too, honey and I understand!" 

"And you're a real cum slut too! You like to swallow it, you like to have it squirted on you, you like to have it squirted in you, you like to lick it off your body, and you especially like to suck it out of a freshly fucked pussy, don't you?" Millie nodded her head, as if in some sort of trance like she was visually reviewing all the things Lara mentioned. Lara kissed her again and said "Me too, honey. I understand, and it really gets my motor running too! In fact, before the weekend is over, I am going to make you lick the come out my ass after Master fills it for us!" Millie groaned, and her neck got red, as her Suzie said hello to that idea. 

"And you are a bona fide pain slut, too, you little bitch! You can come from being whipped and spanked, and you have been right on the edge for some time, haven't you? In fact, your perverted little pussy is just as happy getting whipped as it is getting fucked or licked, isn't it slut!" Millie groaned again. She had never realized that, but it was probably true. Lara continued "I can't do that. Getting whipped makes me get really excited, and then the sex gets me off, but the pain itself does not."

Lara kneeled down behind Millie and began to gently tongue her ass while simultaneously pinching her buttocks painfully, and Suzanne stood behind her and cupped both breasts in her hands. Millie's eyes snapped onto my dick again, and I knew it was really hard and ready for her. I positioned myself right at the entrance to her pussy, and just barely touched her. I held her chin up, taking her gaze away from my cock, and looked into her eyes, and whispered to her. "I own you, Millie. You are completely trapped and unable to resist. You are a submission slut, too! You can get off just because you know you are owned!" I slid my cock into her slowly; dipping my knees down to get just the right angle of entry. I somehow thought of an old trigonometry joke from junior high, something like 'the heat of the meat, times the mass of the ass, equals the angle of the dangle.' The meat felt really hot to me, and I knew I had the right angle. She was hot and wet and she quivered as I slid in. She felt wonderful. I never took my eyes from hers, and I went to maximum depth. She looked at me with that hot and haughty expression and it drove me crazy. "You may come!" I cried, and fucked her really hard and she came on the third hard stroke. Her eyes rolled up in her head and all that stored frustration came out, and her Suzie rang out like pealing bells. 




My Only Talent Ch. 11



My plan was, like the old song almost said, just keep on fuckin', mama. I was in the zone. Lara stuck her tongue up in Millie's ass, and she came again, her fine little snatch grabbing my dick hard. I was just getting warmed up. Suzanne pinched her nipples hard, and she game again with a gasp. I kept on fucking her. Suzanne stepped away, and then came back holding the nipple clips that I had used when walking Millie over. She put one on each nipple, and when Millie looked down at them stuck on her nipples, and she came again. Suzanne reached up and pulled her head over the side, and kissed Mille deeply, and whispered in her ear. She came again. Suzanne then walked away and just watched the little nipple clips sway and pull on Millie's nipples as I fucked away at her. 

Lara looked on with interest, and just as it appeared Millie was about to come, she ripped one of the nipple clips off and Mille came explosively, squirting voluminously from her hairy pussy for the first time. Her Suzie signal reached new heights, too, and I thought perhaps the sexual stimulation and the pain were additive, making her come even harder. I kept on pumping her. Suzann returned with an ice cube and began using it to stimulate the nipple she had just removed the clip from. Millie was so turned on she was barely conscious, and she was just on the edge of another orgasm in a series of at least six she had had so far. Suzanne leaned into my ear, and said "Let me know just before you are going to come inside her. I am going to pop this other nipple clip to trigger her to come again, and then after you finish filling her, Lara is going to clean her out." It sounded like a great plan to me. A few moments later, I felt the tide rising and knew I was about to come. I told Suzanne, and she motioned to Lara. I grabbed the chains holding the trapeze, and used them to leverage myself for maximum penetration of Millie. Suzanne ripped the nipple clip off, and Millie cried out. Two seconds later I came in Millie, grunting and spurting as violently and voluminously as I ever have. Millie suddenly shook and had what appeared to be her biggest orgasm yet, throwing her head back, clinching her teeth, and I saw her abdominal muscles began to move like snakes in a sack. 

I pushed into her and after my first squirt she shook and squirted herself, in the throes of another powerful orgasm. I felt her clear and hot juices run down my legs. I shot everything I had, and after nine or ten hard, deep strokes I knew nothing else was going to come out of me. I pulled out with a very audible 'plop' sound, and Millie didn't move. She looked like a stun gun had fired all her muscles and they could not relax. Suzanne caressed her breasts and whispered in her ear, and Lara hung from the chains and began gently kissing Millie between the legs. Suddenly Millie's eyes opened, and she looked at me wide eyed, then she turned her eyes over towards Suzanne, whom she could not see behind her. The she realized it was Lara going down on her, and what was about to happen. Her neck moved back and she said 'Oh, God!" and then was racked by another orgasm. Her Suzie signal blared so loud that I was sure that both girls could hear it, not just me. But Suzanne didn't show any signs of that, and Lara was quite busy. Lara's head moved back and forth and she made guzzling sounds, and Millie came again, shaking the trapeze and gasping for breath like an asthma patient. Lara made a big sucking, slurping sound, and then smacked her lips, showed me that wonderful tight little smile, and said "all gone!" What a woman! 

Suzanne gently rubbed Millie's nipples and kissed her cheek, and Millie began to mutter "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God" over and over. Lara stood and kissed Suzanne for a moment, and then we unsnapped the clips holding Millie and carried her to the bed. She shook and babbled and cried. I kissed her mouth gently, and both girls continued to clean up between her legs, and she continued to produce wetness there for another ten minutes. Her breathing gradually returned to normal, and she found her voice. "I love you Master, and you Mistress, and you Mistress. You do own me, and I like it. I'll do anything for you, and you can do anything to me you want" She blubbered and cried some more. "That was far beyond even my wildest fantasies. I think I almost died, and it would have been worth it!" Suzanne kissed her and said "We want to take care of you, Millie, but you will have to obey us strictly. You have a very powerful sexuality and you must learn how to use it safely or you may get hurt. Until further notice, you must agree never have sex with anyone unless Master is there to guide you. Do you understand?" She said yes and cried some more. Soon she fell asleep and the girls cuddled with her. Millie had one more big time fuck session coming after the football game, plus another surprise coming before the party, and the combined effect should be to keep her in a sexual slow simmer with occasional boil over's for the next few months. That was our plan.

All three girls were sleeping soundly as I watched the national game day and pregame show for the ESU versus WTTU game, which was early afternoon and carried nationally. In the WTTU segment, an update was given on Spike Bleach, the prematurely white haired former WTTU coach and his controversial firing, and the almost universal hatred of James Craig in West Texas. Bleach's wide open offensive style had been controversial, but WTTU had never had a better won loss record before or since Bleach had been at the helm. There had been some unfortunate scandals involving the new coach from the Southie conference that had replaced Bleach, and WTTU was no longer really considered a legitimate contender for a BCS bowl this year. Many of the alums wanted to clean house: not just fire the new coach but get rid of the university administration types that had been bullied into firing Spike Bleach, on what later was found to be very questionable evidence. On the football field, Bleach had always put all the fast recruits on offense, and the defense only got a fast player if he had concrete hands, figuring that on defense it was okay to just knock down passes instead of catch them.

WTTU still had a pretty good offense, with an experienced quarterback and receivers, and a hotshot freshman running back, but their defense was a glaring weakness. Last year, hardly one of ESU's best, saw them pileup over 400 yards rushing against WTTU, and the game was never in doubt. Even the most rabid WTTU homers acknowledged that everything would have to go just right for WTTU to have any chance of winning this game. The announcers used the hackneyed phrase 'addition by subtraction' which implied that some of the departing seniors from last year's WTTU team were not very good and the new freshman recruits couldn't help but be an improvement. Among those departing seniors was Little Jimmy Craig's brother, Steve, who played wide receiver and thanks to his press hog dad, James Craig, had a lot more press stories and blog mentions to his credit than he ever had receptions. A play maker he was not, but at least he graduated in four years, unlike Little Jimmy. 

ESU kicked off, and WTTU tried but had no luck running against the ESU defense, which was lightning fast, shed blocks quickly, and flowed to the ball very well. WTTU quickly went back to their normal 'dink and dunk' short passing game instead of a running attack, and got two first downs before the ESU defense stiffened and forced a punt. WTTU was not paying attention and ESU sent a total punt block effort and two rushers actually got to the punt, one deflecting it slightly and the other blocking it solidly and back away from the line of scrimmage. ESU got the ball on the WTTU 35, and four rushing plays later ESU went up 7-0. WTTU then had some success with the short passing game, making several first downs on the next drive, and a missed tackle let WTTU tie the game at 7-7. It stayed tight with ESU scoring on long clock eating running drives, and WTTU scoring on a tricky long pass. At the half, it was 28-14 ESU, but WTTU was still within striking distance.

At halftime, there was a TV ad from the Real Texans for Truth SuperPAC, accusing James Craig of lying about Spike Bleach to get him fired, taking pay for play money when he was in college many years ago, and then the ad finished with sound bites of several of Craig's many embarrassing on camera gaffes. James Craig may be a politician, but he was neither smooth nor polished nor highly intelligent. But there was no mention of Alpha Gamma fraternity nor the slip and slide videos. The PAC could have probably saved its money, because the latest polling showed that James Craig would be lucky to get 5% of the vote statewide, and in West Texas, he would be lucky to get 2%. All three girls joined me to watch the halftime show and second half, plus play kiss, slap and tickle, and it was suddenly one of the best games in the history of televised football. Lara put out a wonderful late brunch buffet that filled everyone up just fine, except Millie who had to watch from her sleeping rug, and was only allowed to drink from her bowl on the floor. Suzanne snuggled in next to me and I kissed her, then my curiosity made me whisper in her ear to ask "What did you take from the kitchen to the bathroom and what did you make Millie do to you?"

Suzanne grinned in a wolfish smile, and then her Suzie spiked a little with the memory, as she leaned into my ear to reply. "I got one of those envelopes of honey that they give out with the biscuits at the drive through chicken place near campus, and then I indulged myself, since I had a compliant and horny handmaiden available!" She smiled and snuggled even closer to me and I knew she wanted to tell the story, so I just waited. "So I had her give me a nice warm enema and then open the end of that little envelope and squeeze the honey out into my ass. Then I had her count to 100 and then lick it all out of me! I think she liked it as much as I did, but I got to come and she did not. She does have a wonderful tongue, and I'll return the favor someday." 

That certainly explained the Suzie signals. I laughed and kissed her. "I thought I heard that little noise you make when you come sometimes." Suzanne just held her tongue up against her upper teeth with her mouth open and looked thoughtful. She must know that drives me crazy. 

Just before the end of the halftime show, the game day TV show had two of the their frequent 'courtroom final argument' debates: one on conference realignment and the prospects for a national playoff format, and the second on whether or not ESU was 'back' as a national football power after two very subpar years. As usual, the overbearing former NFL defensive lineman that that had the reputation of having the combination of the lowest IQ and the biggest ego of the entire broadcast crew served as judge, and the two attorneys that were advocating the opposite positions in the debate were played by a satellite radio sportscaster named Mark Fudge who was a 'yes man' for the Southie Conference, and Jack MaRoot, a former coach who now worked as a broadcaster. Mark Fudge launched on his feeling that a playoff could not be done by picking just the best 4 teams to do a two game semi-final and final elimination game playoff, because the best four teams would always come from the Southie Conference, and the other, inferior conferences would complain plus it would just be a duplication of the existing Southie title game, but the 'super conference' model was not good either since the Southie conference was so far superior to all the others that there would be no real chance to get three other credible 'super conferences' to support a 64 team conference playoff format. MaRoot countered that the Southie Conference's impressive won-loss record was a result of the fact that they were known to pay recruits and their families to commit to Southie schools, citing the recent scandal involving the use of gambling casinos to launder payments, and the much lower Southie academic standards that allowed athletes who were barely functional illiterates who could not hack it academically at most colleges to graduate with a degree in general studies or sports history. He used the example of the recently departed former ESU in state rival school that moved to the Southie conference and instantly had the highest academic and admission standards of all the schools there. It reminded me of the old joke about the Alpha Gamma grad that moved from Texas to Oklahoma, and as a result the average IQ in both states went up. The judge ruled for a national 64 team format, kicking off continuing and uncivil debates all over the country. 

The ESU case arguments were similar, with Mark Fudge packing his arguments that ESU had been miraculously lucky in previous years and could never hope compete in the wonderful Southie conference, where they played 'real football' instead of gimmicky football, and where what mattered was football, not marketing. Jack MaRoot countered that ESU had great facilities and always got great recruits and great coaches and thus would always have competitive teams, and that ESU had 'eyeball power' and good demographics and always drew a strong national TV audience, and that it was one of the cleanest programs and would never suffer the probation and other NCAA infractions and punishments that Southie schools so often did. The judge ruled that ESU was back, but that next season both their offensive and defensive coordinators would have new head coaching jobs and ESU would again be scrambling to keep up a winning record. 

ESU took the second half kickoff and drove the ball methodically with 80% running plays to score and go up 35-14. The two teams then exchanged scoring drives, with ESU scoring a touchdown and WTTU stalling and settling for two field goals. Early in the fourth quarter, the score was 42-20. The ESU defense began an all out rush on the WTTU quarterback, who was forced to throw on every play to try to score, and he was sacked ten times in the fourth quarter alone. ESU won 56-23, and there was great celebration all around. Even the TV analysts were now convinced that ESU could make a BCS bowl, and maybe finish very high in the final polls. 

When the final highlights and recap ended I shut off the TV. Suzanne took me into the bedroom and had me change into I pair of jeans and a tee shirt, and as I returned to the living room I saw Millie once again dressed in her eighth grade school girl outfit. Suzanne was dressed in a conservative but tight dress with some glasses and looked like the 'hot but inhibited teacher' character in some movies. I tuned into her Suzie and found her carrier modulated by all her unfulfilled fantasies from junior high, triggered and refreshed in her memory when she put on that outfit. Lara was dressed in a high neck and very conservative dress, with her hair up, and looked like a really uptight school principle. Millie's Suzie was telling that she wanted to be double teamed by the young male and the young teacher, but was afraid of being caught and disciplined by the mean principle. I could see some real possibilities here! I did not realize that Suzanne had taken a more direct method than my talent, demanding that Millie whisper her junior high fantasies to Suzanne while playing Truth or Whip! Thus Susanne and Lara had even better and more specific information than I did.

Mille was standing next to a bookshelf, trying to reach up for a book on the upper shelf. I came in, playing the horny junior high guy, and began copping a feel of Millie's ass from behind. Millie demurely removed my hand, the first time I grabbed her, and the second time, but the third time she left it there and pushed back against in gently. Sufficiently emboldened, I ran my hands all over her ass and began to cup her breasts. Suzanne suddenly appears, playing a hot music teacher, and observes my roaming hands. She approached Millie, and said "You are letting that young man paw your young body! Do you really want to allow that?"

Millie looked dreamily hat her and said "Yes, it feels good!"

"Have you no shame?"

"Not with just the three of us here."

"Would it shame you if I touched you too, young lady?"

"No, Ma'am. I think I'd like that!"

Suzanne pulled Millie's skirt up and ran her hands between her legs. "You are wet, you wanton, hussy!" she exclaimed. "Have you no shame?"

Millie smiled and gave Suzanne her hot and haughty look. "I think it is a shame you haven't touched me before, Miss Granot!"

Suzanne sputtered in character as the music teacher in mock indignation. "Well, I never......"

Millie kissed her. "I know, but you should have. I always wanted you to!"

I pushed Millie down on the table and took off her panties, and made it obvious that the clumsy but aggressive young boy was going to fuck her. She lay on her back and Miss Granot looked on, scandalized, but maybe jealous, too. 

Then Miss Granot seemed to make a decision. She slipped her panties off and tossed them to me, and then climbed up on the table, put her legs on either side of Millie's head, and sat on her face. Millie began enthusiastically kissing and tonguing Miss Granot's bush, and making muffled noises that sounded something like 'yummy'. Miss Granot found herself facing in the young man's direction, and discovered that he was enthusiastically smelling the panties she threw at him, and saying something like 'yummy". Millie's Suzie signaled absolute and total excitement, validating her girlish fantasies. Miss Granot and I came just about the same time, and Millie, feeling us both gush fluids on her, had a huge orgasm, crying out with joy. But the noise brought Lara, playing the strict school principle, bursting through the door. 

"Oh my, one of my students, and one of my teachers, behaving like harlots!" She stamped her feet and the focused her energy on me. "If you are not out of her in one minute, young man, I will remove your testicles!"

I drew myself up to full height, turned Lara as the Principle over my knee, and spanked her, hard. "You should know better than to speak to me like that Principle Prissy! Your duty is to punish these two that you have failed to properly supervise! Then I will decide what your punishment will be and whether or not to have you fired!"

The principle looked scandalized, but she was breathing hard. She turned her attention to Millie first. "Since you are already up on the table, young lady, turn over and bare your butt for the spanking of your life!" Millie rolled over and looked back over her shoulder with that hot but haughty look in full flower. Lara used her hands to spank Millie, and by the third swat Millie was clearly enjoying the hell out of it. Staying in character, that appeared to make the principle madder, and she spanked her even harder. Millie almost came. 

"Alright, young lady, you and your teacher get on your knees, right now!" Both complied. "You, young ruffian, come stand right here. If you girls are so interested in your penis, and you are so proud of it, let's just do this right. Stick out your tongues, girls!" They did. "Now you masturbate yourself until you shoot your nasty stuff on their tongues, if they are so interested in it!" She proceeded to spank both of them very soundly. I discovered I was a method actor, and soon found the sight of their reddening butts highly stimulating. My first shot landed right on Millie's tongue. "Make sure they both get half!" he principle yelled. I did. The principle continued to spank them hard, and looked so excited than maybe I should have made it a third for all of them. I was soon spent I needed to sit down, and the girls threw off their clothes and began to kiss and caress each other. I had a good vantage point. Soon Millie was kissing Lara between the legs, and Lara was kissing Suzanne, and Suzanne was kissing Millie. Then some sort of silent signal heard only by the girls made them switch directions. It was like math class, as they moved through almost all the possible permutations. I figured they could go on like this for hours without me. 




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I realized that I needed to take another leak, and ambled toward the bathroom again. I scratched my balls absentmindedly, often my habit when I am about to undertake lofty philosophical and mental explorations. I considered how well this semester was going. My grades were great, I was in the best shape of my life, and I had a wonderful thing going with two of the most intelligent, beautiful, and athletically gifted women on campus, plus their blessing to date other girls. They would do anything for me, and thanks to my only talent, I could make them come better than any other guy they knew. Life was good! 

While I was being honest with myself, I should probably admit that I had already fallen in love with Lara and her tight little smile, and if I hadn't given Suzanne her pre-approved 'dump me for free' card, I would have already fallen head over heels for her, too. Peggy was so hot and made me feel so at ease that I could be happy with her for a long time, and Millie was surprisingly hot, and she was already having much the same effect on me that Lara did, and I could easily fall in love with her in about ten minutes. Life was really good! 

I had to take a shower and get ready for a big party later tonight, possibly the most incredible party I had even been invited to, and I was going with three very hot women in some of the sexist costumes ever. Life was really, really, good!

Just before the bathroom door closed behind me, Millie poked her nose through and ambled on all fours next to me, sitting expectantly on my left with her face about a foot from my dick. She gave me that hot and haughty look, then stared at my dick hanging out over the toilet bowl and said "woof!" with a big smile on her face. Life was fucking incredible!



My Only Talent Ch. 12



Chapter 12

Three Girls, Two Parties, One Adventure

Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. 

I took a long nap after the ESU football victory Saturday, while the girls finished their three way pussy party and had a shorter nap. It was a little humbling to realize how effectively they could get each other off, and how long they could keep at it. I took a shower first, since I just had to get dressed for the party, and they had all sorts of stuff to do. I laid my black leather Master costume out on a chair, figuring I would stay cool until I had to put it on to go outside. Mille came out of the bathroom drying her hair, buck naked, and came over a lot like an enthusiastic puppy and sat on my lap and kissed me. She had a subtle way of ingratiating herself, saying, "I just wanted to tell you that I love your dick!" and then hugging me even harder. I guess that was a start. Suzanne and Lara emerged wearing white terrycloth robes.

"Millie!" said Suzanne. "We have some presents for you!" She took out two boxes and a large cylinder with a ribbon and bow around it. Millie opened the first box to find a pillow that matched the cover of her sleeping rug, and the second box was a little duvet style coverlet that would keep her warm while she was on her sleeping rug. She untied the ribbon around the cylinder to find what looked like a big bearskin rug. I knew it was synthetic and machine washable (which was probably a good idea) but it looked quite real. "You have your sleeping rug for when you are here, and you will have your training in many locations and you must always have permission to come while you are training. But this bearskin is your 'fuck rug' and there are two special things about it. First, when you are on that rug you are a complete slut and fuck toy. You will do anything to anyone that Master lets touch you when you are on that rug. If Master decides to line up the entire ESU Show Band of the Southwest next to that rug and tells you to suck their cocks and eat their pussies you will get down on your knees without hesitation and start using your slut mouth! Do you understand?"

Even the newly liberated and thoroughly modern Millie looked shocked at that image, but she gulped and said, "Yes, Mistress!" Her Suzie signal boiled and bubbled. We had no plans to turn even one other person loose on her for quite a while, if ever, but we wanted her to wonder about that, and I was going to surreptitiously monitor her Suzie modulation as she contemplated the possibilities. 

"Second, when you are on that rug, you may come without asking for permission! You can totally let yourself go and get in touch with your 'inner slut'! Do you understand?" Millie's Suzie signal almost sucked the air out of the room. It had a heart beat of its own. She was speechless, and that hot but haughty look returned in spades.

"Come over here so we can put your costume on and get Master's approval!" Millie moved over between the girls and they took out what looked like a coiled up metal necklace, and nothing else. 

Suzanne continued, "This costume signifies that you are a fuck toy, but you need permission to let yourself go. Everyone that sees you will know that you are a total slut, but no one will be able to get to you!" As they put it on her, I could see that it was essentially a very fancy and highly eroticized chastity belt. There were gold rings centered right over her pussy and her rectum. You could see every detail, but the diameter and placement of the rings was such that unless you actually had the mythical pencil dick you would be blocked out. They were held in place by metal and gold links like a thong bikini, and nothing was hidden from view, just blocked from access. There were diamond encrusted gold nipple clips, attached with chains to an ornate collar around her neck, and finally a gold ring that prevented any entry into her mouth incorporated into a gold studded mask that hid her identify from anyone except those who knew her very well. She looked like the sexiest jewelry store display ever created. The girls had expertly applied makeup that made her eyes look big as plates underneath the mask. I was not much into jewelry, but the whole effect made me hot as hell. 

Lara laughed and said, "Holy Shit, you look hot in that thing! People will not be able to avoid staring at you!" Millie looked very pleased with that idea. "But only Master has the key!" Lara promptly gave me the key on a ring that went around my neck. I hoped it was warm at the party, because Millie was for all practical purposes going naked. The girls then went back to the bedroom to finish dressing with Millie's help.

I got on Lara's laptop and surfed the web for a while, and checked the new email accounts I had set up. Rodney Driver told me that we would meet some very interesting and wonderful people at the party, but we might also meet some very interesting and not so wonderful people. He recommended that I set up some anonymous but easy to remember 'hotmail' style email accounts for us all to use in making contacts after the party. Oiler told me how to do it myself, because he didn't want to know anything about them, and some ideas about how to set them up. I ended up on a doubly anonymous domain site pair, and after using Oiler's subroutines to look for open names, I creating accounts entitled Master231 for me, Trainee231 for Millie, Redhot231 for Suzanne, and Whitehot231 for Lara, based on our costumes and roles. I did a search for an update of the AG situation and discovered a new non-profit organization devoted to getting AG chapters removed from any college in Texas. It was called 'AG-GTFOOT', pronounced 'ag-foot' for 'Alpha Gammas Get The Fuck Out Of Texas'. The website was devoted to links to all the negative AG related news stories, to offshore sites that still showed the slip and slide videos, a special political section on how bad the polling was looking for James Craig, a tearful appeal from the moms of the two pledges that died during the hazing drinking games, and finally a draft resolution for the State House of Representatives to pass, censuring the AG's and demanding that all of their chapters close at state funded schools. It was another major PR disaster for the AGs.

The girls emerged from the bedroom totally decked out and they looked hot as ever, the effect of the three of them together being much greater than the sum of their parts. They were going to turn heads like never before. I quickly donned my costume and Lara called a cab. When the driver called to say he was two minutes away, Lara grabbed Millie's leash and said, "Come one, Wet Spot, it's party time!" and we headed downstairs. We crammed into the backseat of the cab and I was forced to let at least one girl sit on my lap. I decide I would test the effectiveness of Millie's protective rings on the way. It would be about a twenty five minute ride at this time of night with light traffic. I was paying too much attention to the girls to notice the plain dark blue Ford Crown Victoria that followed us from the alley by Lara's building.

We took the road towards the lake, then turned left towards City Park, and right again up into the hills, then left at a dead end that led to two opposing cul-de-sacs. There was a gate set up with security guards and our taxi got in line behind several cars waiting to get in. I suddenly noticed the Black Suburban ahead of us, license plate JCK5H-001, and I saw the Ford sedan behind us but did not realize it had been following us. Two people got out of the Suburban, a very tall and voluptuous honey blonde with a very pretty face dressed in mostly black as Cruella Deville from 101 Dalmatians, and a short, ugly, dumpy looking guy dressed as Deputy Barney Fife of Mayberry. They made a jarring and very disparate couple, but they also looked vaguely alike. I inferred that this was Winifred Wylie Coyote Wimmers, of the Real Texans for Truth Super PAC, and her trial lawyer cousin John Wimmers Blakeley, AKA 'The Wylie Fist'. I could easily see her breaking a few hearts, and saying that he had a face for radio was kind. But they were both well costumed, as were their two obvious security types, dressed as J and K from Men in Black and sporting mirrored shades and wired ear pieces. 

When we got up to the gate, a guard approached the car. I rolled down the back window and stuck out my phone, displaying the QR code that Rodney had sent me. The guard scanned it with a little hand held scanner, which beeped, and he motioned us to another gate, saying, "You and your guests may go in, but the taxi stops here." Rodney had also warned us about several ground rules of the party that could result in instant ejection if not adhered to: no cell phone use or picture taking, they must be turned off, and the place had a seamless jammer system so they wouldn't work anyway; no smoking or drug use of any kind; and no roughhousing or fighting. I conveniently forgot about the 'batman cam' in the hood of my costume. We got out of the car, and I noticed lots of Halloween decorations throughout the yard, and a queue of several dozen people on foot waiting at another gate. The guards were trying to be professional, but all eyes were focused on the girls, who were strutting and posing unabashedly. I could have been carrying two rifles and a bandoleer of grenades and the guards might not have even noticed me. 

I suddenly remembered something I had read in a Dallas newspaper article published years ago about a guy in the state capitol who spent all year planning and creating elaborate staging and Disney class animatronics dioramas, throwing big Halloween parties that were open to the public. He was some sort of software millionaire, who was also into elaborate puzzles and games, and his house was filled with hidden messages, secret passages, trick doors and other unusual architecture. People began queuing up for his parties days before Halloween until neighbor complaints led to invitation only parties, such invitations being highly prized, especially among the keep it weird crowd. 

I spoke to the girls about it as we left the car, and Suzanne added some details from her store of local knowledge. "He started out in the early eighties making some kind of software for telephone modems, sold that company for millions, then started another one that did compression and error correcting software for voice and video over packet networks, and sold that one for hundreds of millions. Then he started a gaming company just for his own amusement and it made much more money that the other two combined. He may well be a billionaire by now, but at the least he has enough dough to qualify as eccentric rather than weird. He has built another huge mansion on a hill closer to the lake, too, but he keeps this place just for parties, apparently, and he bought out most of the complaining neighbors up on in his side of the cul-de-sac. I have never been inside, but my friend has and she described it as totally amazing. He is an astronomy buff and is reputed to be 'universal' in his sexual interests, but very guarded and private. He sounds like an interesting host, but sometimes he attends his own parties anonymously, so you never know who is who."

We did not notice the three guys that emerged from the Ford Crown Victoria behind us; all three dressed in fringed deerskin suits and coonskin caps, presumably in character as Daniel Boone, except they were wired with earpieces, too. The guards had held them in the Crown Vic until we got into the little decorated tunnel that led to the house's entry hall, probably to reduce visual exposure of the guests outside their cars. We went through the artificial above ground tunnel that was decorated with several animated zombies and a creature that looked like the one in the old movie Alien, then another guard opened the main door for us, and we stepped into the entry hall. The hall was at least three stories high, and sitting just to the right was a towering metal contraption that looked like a cross between a ladder and a train trestle. It supported a huge optical telescope up at the top, which fit like a glove into an observatory dome on the roof, but did not touch it anywhere. I noticed big springs and dampers on the bottom which presumably provided vibration isolation to keep things sharp during long light gathering exposures. Set in the floor was a set of motors and gears that I supposed turned the telescope to try to counter the motion of the earth while the camera remained fixed on its targeted heavenly body. It certainly made for an impressive entryway. But no one in the entry hall was looking at the telescope right now; they were all staring, mouths agape, at my three hotly dressed companions. Life was good. I was also hit by a raucous volley of Suzie signals, and I was able to read the coverage very quickly. I realized that this party had several times as many people as the UDP shindig, and I was going to have the opportunity to read more Suzie signals at the same time than I ever had before, and that my only talent was still developing. Hopefully, this would count toward my ten thousand hours to become an outlier at reading Suzie signals. I guess I was already some sort of outlier for being able to sense them at all.

Off to the left was a three story tall waterfall, shrouded in fog. On closer inspection, it was a tall cascade of hot water falling on gently sloping walls of native limestone and granite, ending up in a giant hot tub, about the size of a hotel swimming pool. There were tables along some of the walls, and lots of little two seat tables in alcoves up at various heights in the wall with steps leading up to them. The walls were festooned with all manner of plants: several kinds of giant ferns growing out of planters built into the walls, flowering tropical plants in huge containers, and planted fichus and other tropical trees more than twenty feet tall that seemed to thrive in the hothouse environment. The whole thing was on the other side of a three story high glass wall, which was translucent rather than transparent for the bottom five feet or so. About half the people visible appeared to be wearing bathing suits, and half were not. There was a kind of coat check station near the entrance through the glass wall where you could leave all of your clothes and jewelry and the attractive female attendants would lock your stuff up until you returned. Paired with the hot tub was a pool of just about identical size that was apparently cool, since it was not steaming, and party revelers could go back and forth from the hot to the cold water freely, and many did, including one very attractive and very topless young lady whose wonderful nipples responded beautifully to the change in temperature. There was also a swim out that connected the cool indoor pool to a much larger outdoor pool, and guests were moving back and forth through it. The outdoor pool apparently featured two swim up open bars with two bartenders each, and business was brisk. 

Suzanne said, "I don't want to swim, but I want to go out to the outdoor pool to check out something my friend told me about." We spotted a glass double door that led from the entry hall to the huge patio surrounding the outdoor pool. There was a south and east facing balcony that allowed a view of downtown and the capital, and the ESU tower was lit bright orange signifying the gridiron victory. There were dozens of tables arrayed about the patio, with lots of folks sitting, drinking, and talking. When the three girls marched towards the railing on the balcony, the volume of conversations went way down and the detectable Suzie signals went way up. Suzanne led the procession to the southernmost part of the railing, where we could see out and over the railing to the southeast side of the house. A huge section of the wall of the pool was exposed glass, like a big window, and you could see all the folks swimming inside as if it were a well lit aquarium. "It does have a window!" Suzanne said. "My friend said when you swim in the pool you could look out the window and see the ESU tower and I bet you can!" It was pretty impressive.

Lara said, "This is a cool party. Even if we don't solve the puzzle to get to the other one, I could have fun here."

I could tell from the look on Suzanne and Millie's faces that they were going to solve the puzzle to get to the other party or die trying. We spent a few more moments taking in the views from the balcony, and then decided to explore the rest of the house. We soon encountered Professor Lillehammer and his wife Dorothy, dressed as Benson and Stabler from Law & Order SVU. We talked for a few minutes, and they gave no indication of knowing about the other, later, party, and so neither did we. As we covered the areas that we had not looked at, I also saw Sarah, dressed as a very photogenic Playboy bunny, with her date dressed as a doddering Hugh Hefner, and she certainly was able to pull that off well. She looked hot as hell, and she was sending zero Suzie signals for her date, but some super Suzie for me as the Master and for the girls. I do not think she recognized me, or at least there was no indication that she did. That made me remember how much I was hoping Ms. Wyrickie, our Rhetoric and Composition TA, broke her tobacco habit and collected her promised sexual rewards from Sarah and me. I would certainly have something to talk to Sarah about before class Monday.

We then went through a long hallway that was lined with life size portrait photographs, presumably taken by our host, of a tremendous variety of local people. One was a famous football running back with legs like tree trunks, another of a former Governor and US President, and a now deceased local favorite mayoral candidate of the keep it weird set that always wore frilly feminine outfits over his very hairy and usually unwashed legs. Opposite them was big print of a venerable lady and former governor, then Willie Nelson, and Kinky Friedman. It was a striking set of contrasts. The hallway ended in a mezzanine space that overlooked what looked like a large, fancy, Sherlock Holmes style library and study, about three stories down, with bookshelves extending all the way up, but with no visible staircase or doors to enter the room from. 

One wall of the study was completely covered in ornate wood paneling with intricate carved designs, and the other three walls were solid bookshelves. As we watched, an area of the paneled wall opened like elevator doors and a formally dressed couple presumably costumed as Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers emerged from the opening, which quickly closed behind them, seamlessly disappearing. They obviously did not know how they got there, and they began nervously looking for a way out. Suzanne called down to them, "Look for books by Arthur Conan Doyle!" and they looked up at her with funny expressions, but thinking of nothing better to try, began scanning the shelves. The young lady cried out and pulled the top of a volume, and the wall and bookshelf spun 180 degrees, making her seem to disappear before the man's eyes. He rushed over to the same spot, scanned the books approximately where she had put her hand, and grabbed one. The bookshelf spun again and he too disappeared. Suzanne was transfixed, taking this all in. "We have got to get down there!" she cried. 

"Well, you have an existence proof, don't you?" We turned to see a tall and grey haired woman with flashing grey eyes who appeared to be about 60, in granny glasses. Her Suzie was calling out to all four of us, but especially for Millie and to me. "They got down there, so there has to be a way!" She was wearing a high collared off white school marm type blouse, a fake pearl necklace, a cheap Halloween costume American Indian headdress that had only two decrepit looking feathers, some cheap and obviously Chinese made Kmart Indian beaded moccasins, and a holster with a big gavel in it. She had three political buttons on: 'Let's Move On', and "I'm Affirmative on Action", and "Yes, We Can!" 




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I was at a loss as to who she was, but Millicent laughed and said "Senator Elect Elizabeth Warren, I presume?" The woman laughed. "High marks on current events, my dear! Even though she has withdrawn from the upcoming election, the true believers soldier on! Racist Republican Discrimination forced her to claim a heritage she did not deserve so she could try to achieve her proper place in academia, and Noble Democrat Liberal Affirmative Action tried but could not win justice, and then they still used that against her!" She bowed at the waist. "Man is not a rational animal, man is a rationalizing animal!" She looked Millie up and down like a bear looks at a swimming salmon, and her Suzie was sending all sorts of things she would like for Millie and I to do to her. "I need help on placing your character, dear."

Millicent drew herself up to her proud but diminutive full height, and said, "I am a fuck toy, but I need to learn to give myself permission to let myself go and really enjoy it!" The woman's Suzie signal screamed. She laughed. "So you are illustrating the universal plight of all women, yearning to be sexually free, yet artificially repressed by male society!"

The tall woman then introduced herself by what I assumed was her real name, Penelope Peters Perabo, tenured Professor of Fashion and Political Science at the Elle BJ School. "But to return to your immediate concern, there must be a way. I hope to see a lot more of y'all later!" With that she walked away gracefully, swinging her hips very attractively, I thought. 

Suzanne laughed, and said, "Down, boy! I didn't know you were so attracted to older women." 

I grinned sheepishly. "I didn't either." But my mind replayed her movements as she walked away. "She was in pretty good shape for being about 60!"

Suzanne laughed. "I don't think she was that old. She looks like a once competitive swimmer who has stayed in pretty good shape who is now in her 50's. But let's talk about her later!" That sounded promising. 

Suzanne's dark eyes were flashing like fiery crystals. She was very keen to solve the puzzle. She noticed a little decorative bookshelf inset into the wall of the mezzanine near where we were standing. She scanned the books and found no Arthur Conan Doyle titles displayed. But there was a collection of old text only computer games on the shelf, beginning with Zork, and next to it was 'The Case of the Beheaded Smuggler'. When Suzanne pulled at the top of that title, a door opened in the hallway, revealing a staircase. She moved quickly to hold the door open, and we all followed her down. It was a narrow spiral staircase, and seemed to go down even further than the three stories down that the study had appeared to be. It ended in another hallway, with another one of those intricate wood paneled walls. The three other walls were plain concrete. 

We studied the patterns of the paneling, and saw that there were lots of symbols that at first seemed meaningless to us. Lara noticed that there were ten symbols that were a little bigger than the others, and that they were repeated all over the wall. We assumed they were the integers 0 through 9. Suzanne stood absolutely still for a full two minutes, and then said, "There are 26 other symbols, so maybe they are the letters of the alphabet!" That was a breakthrough, but how could we discover which symbols were which? Millie was staring at a portion of the wall that appeared to have only number symbols, and she pointed it out to me, and then we noticed another symbol, just a dot like a period, that we saw only twice on the whole wall. In each case, there was a single number symbol at the upper left of a section of paneling, then the dot, then lots of other number symbols arranged from left to right and then down below. When we followed the symbols down the wall, we notice that there was a gap at the floor, and that the carved wood panels simply continued far down below the floor. We were unsure as to how far they went. 

Lara was looking at the floor, which was finished oak, and realized that there were also discernible patterns in the grain of the wood on some of the boards. Most were either plain or random. One had five distinct patterns that repeated in the same order, until the floor ended at the wall. Another had a set of six patterns, with two couplets that repeated within it, and the fist pattern repeated as the next to the last, that pointed to another section of the wall. She kept running through things in her head, trying to make sense of it all.

I was thinking about those integer symbols. Were they repeating decimals that went on forever? Is that what the numbers disappearing into the floor were meant to convey? What were the two most recognizable irrational numbers? I would guess pi, so I looked at the symbols and tried to place 3.14159 which was as far as I remembered it, and it seemed to fit. "Does anybody remember pi out to ten or twelve digits?"

Suzanne said, "3.14159 26535 89793 23846." Wow. There was even more to this girl than I thought! I had nothing to write that down with, but it fit what I saw. I looked at the other number, and tried to place the symbols. At first glance it began with 2.718. Why did that seem so familiar? 

"What does '2.718' mean to you?"

Suzanne said again, "Euler's number, the base of natural logarithms, rounded off." 

"Okay. So it looks like the two numbers on the paneling are pi and e, to lots of decimal places." 

Millie looked at the panels again and tried to fit all this in, ticking off points in her head by holding up fingers. After about two minutes she giggled. "Suzanne, was it you who was kidding me last night about listening to the oldies station? Do you really want to go the other party?"

"Yes, and yes, and if you figure this out I will never kid you about the oldies station again!"

Millie began humming a tune as she stared at a whole section of the wall, separate from the other two sections representing pi and e that had seven repeating numbers over and over, with no decimal point. I tried to substitute the symbols, and it looked like "9875436" repeated over and over. Mille walked over to the wall, held out her hand, and begin to sing, "That's my numberrrrrrrr. Six Three Four Five Seven Eight Nine. That's my number!" She touched those numbers on the wall in order, and a section of the wall slid open, revealing a big, tall, deep elevator with pads on the walls, like a freight elevator. 

Suzanne cried out for joy, and we all got into the elevator, and the door closed behind us. It was only then that we looked at the control panel. It was marked "G" at the top, and we were on the next level down "B1" and then there were "B2" and "SB1" and "SB2". I pushed B2 and the car started down. It took a while, and when the door opened, we saw what looked like a parking garage with many empty spaces and a few vehicles, a small shuttle bus, and two other, smaller elevators on the opposite wall right next to where the bus was parked. The door closed and we tried SB1. When the door opened on SB1 we saw what looked like a DC Metro station, except the subway cars were much smaller. One had seats for twelve people; the other was set up for cargo. Obviously they took people and things somewhere. The door closed before we could react, and we tried SB2. It took a long time to get there, and then we saw what looked like a giant warehouse, full of bar-coded shipping containers on racks that went up about two stories with little tracks running between the racks and what looked like more subway cars, and some of them had what looked like big drills on the front of them and 'UTILX' on the side. We went back to SB1, and walked out to look at the subway station more closely. There was a station map indicating that we were at the end of the line at 'LB Station', and there were two other stations. The other stop was 'LB Manor' and at the other end of the line was 'River Port'. 

Just as we were about to get into the car and give it a whirl, we saw another passenger car approaching from the direction of LB Manor, with one person inside. At first glance he looked very surprised to see us, but he recovered well, and by the time he opened the car's door and stepped out, he seemed calm and patient. He looked about 60, with a bald head and a little grey hair on the sides, but not much. He had on a very British looking double breasted suit with a blue vest and a red bow tie. He looked like the guy from a crazy old movie that my mother liked called 'My Dinner with Andre'. "Who showed you how to get down here?" he asked in a high and rising question voice.

Millie laughed and said, "Wilson Pickett!" and began humming the tune she had sung earlier. He suddenly looked very shocked again.

Suzanne said, "With a little help from Leonhard Euler!" He stared at her with even more incredulity than he had at Millie. Suzanne put on her best thousand watt smile, which was absolutely dazzling, and asked, "Which way to the real party?"

He sat back down on the seat in the car and laughed again, really hard. He sort of looked like a small laughing Santa Claus. "Well I certainly have a lot of work to do after this party! I carved all those panels myself, and there have been at least a hundred people staring at that wall for hours without figuring it out." He giggled some more, then he stood and turned to Millie. "Would you mind telling me about your costume? It's very attractive, or course, but I can't quite figure out your character."

Millie looked a little embarrassed, but then continued, "Well, I am not a fictional character. I am a real life fuck toy, but I need to learn to give myself permission to let myself go and really enjoy it! And I'm not sure any one of us individually could have decoded your wall, but some very interesting things happen when the four of us get together!" She blushed. 

He laughed so hard that he had to sit back down again. Then he looked at me, obviously noting the scratches on my back. "You, I assume, are the luckiest white boy in town?" Then he laughed again, "And ringmaster of this lovely little circus?" he stuck out his hand. "My name is Spear Overtop."

I shook his hand, and wondered at the meaning of his name, and said, "You must be Rodney's client and our interesting but sometimes anonymous host?" He laughed again. 

"Bingo! Welcome to the asylum, my friends. I used to be crazy, but now I am just eccentric. And since you have already seen the trains and the station, I'll be your train conductor to the main house. The other guests are being transferred in a shuttle bus. But I will have to ask for your solemn promise not to tell anyone about how you got down here or that these subbasements and this train system even exist. Will you promise me that?"

We all agreed, and then sat down and he started the car moving in the opposite direction, and it went through a little tunnel opening and then began descending on a pretty steep down grade and in an approximately southeastern direction, if I had kept my orientation straight since we arrived. He began the guided tour, "Our beloved municipal governments would be apoplectic if they knew all these tunnels were down here. They are perfectly safe, of course, but the county has trouble enough approving simple septic systems, much less private subways, so I didn't want to bother them about this."

We took a slight left turn, then went through another tunnel and emerged in a large cavern. It looked almost as expansive as Inner Space Caverns and Natural Bridge Caverns, both of which I had visited as a kid. This one had a river running down the middle of it, and a few sparse lights that highlighted some of the nicer features. As we descended, I noticed medium size pipes running from an outlet in the river, and dropping down about six feet and then going into a little green motor looking unit with metal jacketed cables running alongside the river, and then emptying back out into the river at a lower level. Hydropower? There were dozens of them. We traveled above the river for a while, then took a slight left and entered another tunnel. We passed by another station, labeled LB Manor, and our host said, "That's the station for my new house, where I spend most of my time when I am in town. We are going to go to the other end of the line, to see my little River Port." We entered another tunnel, and then emerged again in the underground river channel, which emptied into a pool about 200 feet across. It looked like the old Hamilton Pool swimming hole, except it was fully enclosed by the cavern and had no ferns or lichens growing on the walls, and would have been totally dark without the artificial lights. Our host pulled a remote control from his pocket, and hit a couple of keys. The lights went out, and it seemed like total and complete darkness for a moment until our eyes adjusted, but then we realized there was light coming through the bottom of the pool from somewhere.

"Those lights signal another 'swim out'. It comes out in the river a mile or so down, across from the Country Club, but I seldom use it, so as not to call attention to it and this cavern." We pulled into the River Port station and took the stairs up and out into a little valley surrounded by limestone ridges. At the bottom of the valley was an inlet of the river, and a big brick boathouse, complete with several slips, two with lifts and cranes to pull boats out of the water for repairs or load cargo, a swimming pool surrounded by a patio, and a giant barbeque pit, outdoor kitchen and dining area that could seat about 100 people for a meal. I realized we were not far from the Phi Iota Gamma party house, which by my reckoning was past the bridge and the country club, a little further down the river towards town. We walked with our host to the north end of the patio, and I saw an above ground tramway that looked sort of like an enclosed ski gondola on tracks, that made its way up a steep grade to what looked like a giant house on top of the hill. From this perspective, the house looked as big as the State Capitol.

He reversed the car, and we headed back towards LB Manor, his house. Our seats swiveled around, and as we ascended we were treated to an even better view of the caverns on the way. We climbed back up to the next station and got out, and although there was another freight elevator, our host led us up a covered walkway, which gave us an amazing view of the house as we ascended. I realize the house was designed like some of the buildings I had seen at Disney World, in that it fooled the eye into thinking it was bigger and farther away than it actually was. Using the subway car as my reference, the house was probably quite large and actually five or six stories tall, but it looked like it was a twenty story house surrounded by a local limestone version of the Great Wall of China. It was very impressive. I noticed the entire roof slanted gently to the south, and seemed to be covered with what looked almost like slate tiles, except that they also seemed to be covered in glass, with some sort of fine repeating pattern underneath. The girls gave the proper number of oohs and aahs, which our host enjoyed, and then we went inside what looked like the back entrance. There was a giant mud room with its own outside door, some coat and shoe racks, dog crates and a two huge showers with multiple shower heads and hand held nozzles, two sets of big commercial washers and dryers, shelves filled with towels and robes, and a big fireplace set with logs, but not burning. On the opposite side of the hallway was another work room leading to a big south facing greenhouse and conservatory filled with plants and communicating to an outdoor garden, with sections for herbs, vegetables, and flowers, plus a rabbit hutch and a chicken coop. Several goats grazed lazily on the lawn.

The other way out from the rear entry hall was into a giant kitchen, perhaps not as big as the ones on the cooking competitions on TV, but with two huge Viking stoves, at least five wall mounted ovens, three refrigerators and three freezers, and three sinks and three big dishwashers. There was a giant hanging rack with every kind of pot, pan and cooking utensil I could imagine, and two other big racks with drying peppers and spices. Suzanne and Lara immediately launched into a discussion with our host about the old but perfectly restored gas stoves and certain 10 and 20 year old pots and pans of certain colors that were no longer on the market and considered perfect for certain dishes and therefore collector's items and they went back and forth for about ten minutes about the ones he had and the ones he had missed. They were instantly bonded. Our host then looked a little worried, and said, "As much as I am enjoying our conversation, and want to continue it, I am afraid the buses with the other guests are about to arrive and I need to complete some preparations. All three girls said, almost simultaneously, "How can I help?"

He gave all of us a task. The girls helped carry fresh flowers in vases from the garden room and placed them artistically in the entry hall and the main hall. Our host double checked the buffet tables that the caterers were laying out in the front living and dining rooms. I took a wicker wine carrier and went through an unlabeled door and down to a huge constant climate wine cellar to find several bottles of two particular wines. I was hardly an expert, being a non drinker, but my father was a collector, and this collection spoke of not just wealth, but wide knowledge, clear preferences, and narrow but deep accumulation. It was very impressive. I found the Arizu and Weinert Malbecs I sought quickly, and noticed dozens of bottles of 1970's LaTour casually tucked away in alphabetical order in the built in racks. I turned to hurry back up the stairs, when I noticed a huge thick wooden door, with very ornate iron hinges and hardware, sealed with a simple key and a very intricate knot, which I assumed would quickly reveal any tampering, as it was extremely complex and individualistic I also noted a rawhide bolo was wrapped tightly around the door handle, as if it had been thrown for capture by an expert gaucho. There was a dark and almost sinister looking stained glass window above the door that portrayed three moons. What was beyond that door? 

I made it back upstairs just as three busses pulled up in the circle drive at the front entrance. I had a perfect vantage point from which to observe the other guests get off the buses, aided by the fact that the guards insisted on opening up only one bus at a time, under the covered archway at the front door, ensuring that each person would step out serially and into the light. I hurried the wine carrier back to our host in the kitchen, and then returned to my people watching spot. I wondered what the order of egress signified, if anything. 

The first people off the bus were the J and K security guys, who seemed to be acting like an advance party, looking around nervously. They were met by three very fit looking guys in much more finely tailored dark grey suits, and I presumed they were our host's security contingent. There was some discussion, wherein J and K gestured and yelled, but the other guys simply shook their heads. Winifred Wimmers emerged from the bus, looking even better from this medium distance, and my first thought was, "please break my heart." Suddenly The Wylie Coyote in her late forties and Penelope Peters Perabo in her fifties were looking pretty good to me. What was up with that? Her trial lawyer cousin was next, looking not quite as bright as Barney Fife. He spoke briefly to the security guys and they just held up their hands as if saying, 'what can we do?' and then he walked to the front door.

With perfect timing, our host appeared at the front door just as Winifred crossed the threshold. There were air kisses and faked laughter and bonhomie in equal measure from both parties. There was just a shrug from our host as the Wylie Fist entered, and no acknowledgement at all to any of the security guys. I waited inside to see who else came through the door. A thin guy in his forties came in, dressed as Lance Armstrong, complete with yellow jersey and multiple wrist bands, but minus the powerful legs. I wondered if his date would be dressed as Cheryl Crow, but he did not have a companion. Our host greeted him as 'Mister Mayor' and I recalled seeing his picture in the Daily Texan. He had been speaking at the Elle BJ School, in his capacity as ex-mayor, on the problems of a growing city. He seemed to show no interest in Winifred, or my three girls. That gave me pause, and in that moment I sensed the disturbing truth: an unmistakable male signaling for male note from Mister Mayor, sending for me. I also remembered a story about a divorce, for irreconcilable differences.




My Only Talent Ch. 12



I was glad for the distraction when a really great looking woman with dark hair, dark skin, and flashing brown eyes walked in, and I recognized her as Vaya Perez, one of the hottest looking local TV newscasters who had done a remote report from the front lawn of the AG house recently. She looked even better in person than on camera, and I found myself thinking I could certainly go for her. She was fascinating. She noticed me looking, swept her eyes over my sex suit and smiled at me. I smiled back, and her Suzie signal spoke to me encouragingly. She stepped beside me to move into the house toward the dining room, and glanced over her shoulder at me again, just noticing through the holes in my costume the red streaks on my back and ass from someone's fingernails. She looked at Millie, who blushed bright red, then back at me and smiled even more warmly. 

The next woman off the bus looked exactly like the old school porn star Seka complete with platinum blonde hair like Nora's. I remembered my older cousin was obsessed with Seka, and scanned the internet constantly for information on her and especially 'bit bucket' bootleg downloads of her videos. I think he had them all, and he had shown a lot of them to me last summer before I left for ESU. She was disturbingly hot for reasons I could not explicitly state, and so was this woman dressed as her. The hair did not look like a wig, and she had little makeup on, and a wondrous seat of jugs barely restrained by her low cut dress. She appeared to be about 30 years old. I suddenly wondered if my attraction to Nora had any subliminal component of my memory of cousin Brucie's fascination with Seka's films. I almost did not notice the man with her: a wild and pugnacious looking guy with protruding eyes in a beret with long, curly grey-blonde hair coming out from under it on all sides, and a wild Hawaiian shirt with a clerical collar, holding a microphone. I didn't recognize him, or his character, but he was certainly the most unlikely looking preacher I had ever seen. 

When I revived myself from my little nostalgia session, I noticed Seka was looking right at me and smiling. Her companion was smiling, too, and looking back and forth from her to me with interest. I tried to read her Suzie signals, but I realized that even though there were only 70 people or so here, far fewer than the first party, there were so many intense signals that I was having trouble resolving them. It was a far cry from my high school days when I could only sense the very strongest signals without really being able to tell what they meant. If the criterion for getting to this party was being clever enough to figure out some puzzle clues, does that mean that all these people also have really intense sexual drives and thus strong Suzie signals? What does that say about me? What exactly did the other folks figure out to get here?

The next woman to come through was absolutely stunning. She looked like the super hot dark eyed Italian model in the new Fiat commercials, except this woman was about 50, and still hot as hell. She was with a much older man, perhaps in his eighties, with long grey hair in a very expensive looking suit, with a dark blue shirt with starched white cuffs and collar. He had on expensive designer glasses that came apart in the middle with a magnetic clasp, a huge diamond studded watch, and a garish paisley tie that looked weird with the grey pinstripe suit, and I half expected a cape and walking stick. I did not recognize his character, but if I had to I would guess he was one of the old mobsters on the Soprano reruns that my dad liked to watch sometimes. Virtually every one noticed how hot his date was, but he did not seem to mind them looking. I was certainly staring right at her, and when her eyes met mine I sensed an amazing Suzie signal, like a directional beam aimed right at me, cutting through all the interfering signals and noise in the room. It was clear and pure and loud, but somehow inhibited, with a slightly fuzzy tone, and it made me get hard as a rock in about two seconds. Luckily, the silver colored armadillo armor penis shield of my costume hid that fact from notice. 

Except from Suzanne, who knew to look at the semi transparent end of the cock piece and noticed the tell tale flesh color that revealed that it was in intimate contact with a warm and stiff Robbie cock that had grown to fill it completely. She reached between my legs and gently stroked the gold colored testicle protectors, whispering in my ear, "I thought it was golden oldies night the way you reacted to Penelope and then the platinum blonde that walked in a moment ago. But this woman has hair as dark as mine, so your dick must just be in the mood for some senior citizen loving, eh Master? I've heard of a MILF, but I guess this is a GILF thing, huh?" 

I detected a little crafty Suzie signal from her, and nervously sensed the beginning of a horse trader's negotiation, but tried to stay in a light mood. "Some women, like you, are just classic hot beauties, so they are 'ILFs' meaning I don't care how old she is' I still want to do her! She laughed, and then put her tongue up against her upper teeth again. Damn but that makes me crazy!

The next bus unloaded with a set of younger and slightly more inebriated guests, paired off in couples, and only a few in costumes. The men were speaking Italian, Spanish and French, and most of the women English. I leaned over to Suzanne and whispered, "Why don't you keep your language skills under wraps for a while and see what you can pick up?" She laughed and spoke in Lara and Millie's ears, too, and they nodded. I realized I did not really know how many languages these girls knew. Everyone on the second bus looked very fit and attractive, and they were certainly in a mood to party.

The third bus could have been described as the keeping it weird crew. Slightly less attractive, more casually dressed, lots of Patchouli oil perfume, and more than half in almost predictable costumes: Eeyore with Pooh, Jimmy Hendrix escorting Janice Joplin, Mork and Mindy, and John Shaft with Angie Dickinson. There were some other getups that must be costumes but I could not recognize who they were. Millie, always a source of unexpected information, pointed out the Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers and Whiteman, apparently underground comic characters from the sixties. 

As the guest's coats were taken and the empty buses trundled off, our host made an announcement. "Welcome to my little Halloween Overnight Party and Intimate Gathering and congratulations on 'breaking the code' so to speak!" He made little quote marks in the air with his hands. "We will have our costume competition first, and the winners will get a perks that will be to their advantage for the rest of this soirée. If you came in costume, it is definitely worth the effort to compete. After that, you may choose among three alternative ways to pass the rest of the night until our 11 AM attendance required brunch on the pool patio down by the river." He paused and the anticipation built. He knew how to work a crowd pretty well. 

"First, you may spend the night thinking naughty thoughts and watching classic horror and/or erotic films in our clothing optional Plato's Theatre and Retreat area. Your second choice, if you are cleared by your cardiologist to handle being thoroughly terrified, is to go through a Halloween Haunted House show that is several levels of intensity above what you have ever experienced anywhere else on Earth. Third and finally, if your heart and lungs are sound and if you are truly a brave and adventurous soul, you may play our Exquisitely Personal Multi-Player Role Playing Game, set in the alternative and fantastical world of Planet X where you may have the opportunity to actually do some naughty things if you play the game well enough to have that choice. You may do the Haunted House first and then relax in Plato's, but choosing the EPMPRPG will be a complete commitment for the rest of the night, and it may also change you for the rest of your life, so do not choose it lightly!"

There was a buzz of conversation and wild eyed looks all around, and some Muttering Suzies in evidence too, wondering how naughty was naughty and how much choice was involved. I was wondering that too. I looked at my girls and suddenly knew what they would choose, so I would most likely be doing the same. Suzanne and Lara were as keyed up as maniacs on speed already, eyes flashing and legs vibrating. Millie looked excited but somewhat nervous. Our host continued, "Please follow me into the great hall and take your seats for the costume competition!" We filed into a nicely appointed room that might hold 300 people if it were full, complete with theatre seats and a curtained and well lit stage, and some steps up to a door to the right of the stage. 

Penelope mounted those steps, and announced, "Contestants please queue up here to enter the competition." About a dozen people lined up, with our group bringing up the rear. It went much the same as it had at the UDP party, with more entrants, but nothing really special, and no slip and slide show in tribute to the AGs. But when it was time for us, the last entrant, Penelope made a remark about something really special and then introduced Suzanne.

Suzanne strutted boldly to center stage, complete with following spotlight, slapping her riding crop against her boots. There was an even greater reaction than at UDP, and she did look spectacular in the spotlights. There were exclamations in several languages. I could understand English, Spanish, and German, and I think I recognized Italian, Russian, and French, but could not fully understand their comments, plus at least two languages that I had no clue about. The general theme was obviously to look at her and I understood the sentiment. There was a widespread sparking of Suzie signals, much stronger and more vociferous than before. Then Lara strode out and stood next to her, greeted by another chorus of raucous comments and Suzies. Suzanne used her surprising strong speaking voice, as before saying, "Ladies and Gentleman, you will now be privileged to witness the initial submission training ritual of a novice servant to The Master!" I strutted onstage, perhaps more convincingly than I had at UDP, at least I hoped so, thinking that the red marks on my back and ass would show up very well in the spotlights. There was an even stronger outcry and a whole new layer of Suzie signals cranked up, including every manner of desire signals, and both male and female envy. 

When I spanked both girls one pale guy in the front row shouted out something like, "chort vaz may!" and, "zay bis!" and tried to jump up on stage, but his buddies stopped him. Things almost got completely out of hand when the girls turned toward the audience, showed their wonderful reddening asses, and smiled haughtily at the crowd and shook them a little. The same guy shouted something unintelligible and almost made it up to the stage again, but his friends prevailed once more. 

When Millie crawled out on the stage the crowd exploded, with a much stronger reaction that at the UDP party. When she presented her backside to each girl, you could suddenly hear a pin drop, and the first five strokes resounded so loudly that everyone in the little hall heard them clearly. The next five were accompanied by five synchronized whooshing intakes of breath by most members of the audience. The Suzie signals were all over the map, such that even a few weeks ago I could not have resolved them. But now I sensed, outrage, envy, excitement, and an almost universal desire to reach out and see how warm Millie's lovely little butt was. I surprised her by walking to her and reaching around to gently caress her ass while I kissed her. The envy signal was now almost universal from the audience. I dispensed with my additional lashes, even though I knew Millie would enjoy them.

Suzanne took up the narration again, saying, "Trainee, kneel and perform the ritual!" All eyes were on Millicent as she slowly knelt before me and took the large silver metal penis shield into her mouth. The audience gasped as she steadily took it almost all the way down. Lara hit the remote control, and the strobe light at the tip of the bejeweled cock cover flashed. The hot white light traveled through Millicent's throat and mouth and again lit up the stage in an eerie pink and red x-ray like glow as the light passed through her blood and cartilage. The crowd involuntarily cried out in several languages and Penelope, who had left her microphone on, was heard to loudly say, "Oh, baby, get it!" When the blinking stopped, Millicent released the metal cock piece, turned her face toward the audience, and smiled widely. A huge cheer went up, and Penelope's lusty breathing against her microphone could be heard clearly through the speakers as she walked over to me and kneeled and imitated Millie's performance, if anything taking it deeper and sucking so hard it even created a little pressure on my cock through the metal cover. Even Suzanne and Lara were taken aback by Penelope's fervor. Then Suzanne improvised and began whipping Penelope's ass, and whoever was running the lights decided this would be a good time to turn then down. Penelope's Suzie slapped me in the face, and I realized she would come with one more lash. She was even more into it than Millie. 

Our host took up the slack, cleared his throat and said nervously, "We'll declare the Master and his slaves the winners by acclimation, or prostration, or depressurization, or whatever that was!"

When we left the costume competition, our host reiterated the three choices we had for the rest of the evening, as we passed by them on our way. The 'Plato's Retreat' area looked like a combination of an expensive strip club and a porno theatre, albeit with very expensive furnishings. There were lots of nude statues, but not the cheap plaster or concrete variety; these looked like the real deal. There was nothing by Michelangelo or de Chirico evident, but they looked to be done by some very talented sculptors. There were two big people pit style seating areas, and eight or ten huge leather couches with ottomans and side chairs arranged in groupings around them. Several huge plasma screens had the titles of movies on pause on them, and a smaller screen near each showed the planned lineup of two or three subsequent titles to be shown on each screen. I spotted Friday the 13th, Bride of Chucky, Behind the Green Door, Alice in Wonderland, and Deep Throat; and I could already hear Kevin debating the choices in his affected film critic voice. A group of the older guests began choosing seats and settling in to spend the evening there, and some super hot looking topless waitresses began taking their drink orders.

We passed by the entrance to the haunted house, and another group of people lined up to enter. This seemed to include most of the rest of the older guests, the vast majority of the keep it weird set, and the more inebriated of the fit and rowdy crowd. From their comments, several had been here before and were interested in the changes and improvements since last year's version. We passed on through a portico that had another stained glass window depicting those three moons, and I wondered again at their significance.

An apparently small subset of the party goers that had chosen the Game and they were an interesting collection. A few of the keep it weird set, a few of the older guests, but a lot of the fit and rowdy crowd from the second bus, specifically those that had stayed sober, perhaps in anticipation of playing this game. Suzanne was literally quivering with excitement, eyes sparkling and movements highly animated. I knew she was highly competitive on the soccer field, and that she loved parties and was very erotically inclined, especially lately, and the combination of all three with rewards for puzzle solving really got her fired up. Our host began to explain that we stood in a rotunda just inside what her called the 'game space' that was filled with challenge rooms where the game was actually played. He directed us to queue up to the two tables where two women waited with laptop computers and what looked like a pile of IPods on the desks they sat behind. 

I saw the people at the front of the line being issued the little IPods, which upon closer examination looked like a combination smart phone, heart rate monitor, and gaming joystick. As the line move forward, our host continued, "The wrist units serve as your primary input and output device for the game. Before the game play actually begins, you will be given a series of puzzles to solve, scenarios to analyze and trivia questions to answer. Your answers and the time it took you to answer will be stored in the game database, and as you enter a challenge room and choose what challenges to attempt, whether or not you win or lose the challenge will depends primarily on how well your answers compared with your opponents, much like a calculated result in a war game. But there will be some randomness in the outcomes, too. There will also be impromptu questions to be answered on the fly while playing, which may also determine challenge results. The challenges may range from simply taking the opponent's weapons or clothes, to suffering humiliations, or performing sexual acts, or possibly losing all your garments, to finally becoming a slave to your opponent for the remainder of the game, unless the opponent chooses to free you or you can find a way to free yourself. You may also suffer a defeat so crushing that your character dies and you will spend the rest of the game time as a spectator. I should say that although this game is 'exquisitely personal' and highly eroticized, actual sexual penetration is forbidden by the rules. The acts within the game are limited to kissing, caressing, and what we used to call heavy petting. Twenty years ago they might have called it a soft swing party."

He paused a moment for this to sink in. Suzanne quivered against me, and he continued, "When they game begins, you will be randomly assigned a set of skills, assets, and weapons to begin the game. There is also a risk and return weighting to the results. If you enter a challenge room as a naked, free person with no gold, weapons or skills, and challenge a master warrior to direct combat, you are highly likely to lose, and you may either become a slave or be killed and sit out the rest of the game back here in the rotunda. If you are an experienced warrior and you challenge a master warrior, you may lose the challenge but are not likely to be killed or enslaved. In fact, you may gain experience and become a stronger warrior. In each challenge room, you may gain gold, weapons, skills and insight into the other players that will aid you in the next room. And different players may have different goals. Some want to conquer all the other warriors and own all the slaves, directing them to perform for them. Some want to take a given weapon or slave away from another player. And some hope to become enslaved by another player, and fervently wish to be forced to perform for them. So you have to take into account your opponent's skills, how good their stored answers are likely to be, and what their real desires and goals are. "

He then cleared his throat, and waited for us to quiet down again, then said, "Two other special rules are in effect for tonight's game. As I mentioned, the winners of the costume competition will be allowed to compete in their costumes, and will also be issued a little better than the average set of skills and assets. Also, for purposes of the game, the exceedingly lovely red and white clad female slaves of the contest winning Master are defined as Free Companions meaning they cannot play as a team with Master, but must play the game on their own. If he encounters them during game play, he may enslave them, or, ironically, be enslaved to them." Both Lara and Suzanne looked surprised, and then two crafty little Suzies fired up and began to sing, loud and proud. This game may be creating two monsters for me. Our host finished by saying, "The already unclothed trainee slave, however, is considered bonded to the Master and will start the game with him, but he might lose her to another player within the game. Good luck to you all!"




My Only Talent Ch. 12



Everyone had by now been issued their wrist units, but Millie motioned to our host and whispered something in his ear. He considered it for a moment, and then said, "While you are still a trainee enslaved to him, you are considered one person so that restriction does not apply. If you lost that bond by being won by another player, then all the normal restrictions would apply to you for the rest of the game. I suppose that might make for some interesting collaboration with your Master, eh?" He smiled and Millie jumped up and down, her Suzie crowing with excitement and sexual anticipation. 

Our wrist units beeped and indicated which challenge room we should report to for the first challenge round of the game. The first few rounds were a warm up and a blur. Sometimes we had to pick our challenges and strategies before the door opened, when our opponents and their strengths and weaknesses were unknown. Sometimes we got a few seconds after the door opened to decide. It was like a combination of dodge ball, a quiz show, and a first person shooter game. 

In the first room all of the challenges were essentially draws, and Millie and I moved on the next room unchanged. There an overly aggressive woman in a black suit and hood had pre-programmed three pre-mediated attacks, all of which failed, and suddenly she was my slave. She decided to go for broke with one more attack, and lost that too, and so she was now my completely naked slave. When she took off her mask and clothes, I realize that it was Seka. There was no sign of her wild eyed companion, and we had a few minutes left before the next challenge would start, so I decided to have some fun with her. "Dance for me slave!" She looked at me with hooded eyes and looked totally shocked by the outcome, but did not move. "A slave girl that cannot please a master is of no use at all! You will dance like a wicked temptress or I will kill you myself!" She looked even more shocked but then began to slowly sway and move. 

I gestured to Millie. "Trainee, instruct her quickly or I will have to put her out of her misery!" Millie stood behind Seka and put her hands on her waist and encouraged her to make exaggerated belly dancer like excursions of her hips. She seemed to relax and began to move fluidly by the time we had to move to the next challenge room. A group of three warriors attacked us next, their chosen challenge being to win the least senior slave of their opponent. Although they did not prevail, if they had they would have gotten Seka, but I would have kept Millie. Apparently their challenge was the least risky way to get a slave. In the subsequent rooms I lost some of my gold, gained a shield, and encountered a new challenge. The Fiat MILF chose to attempt a 'seduce your opponent" challenge against me rather than combat, and almost won it, which would have greatly weakened my ability to fight off other challenges that attempted to take Millie or Seka. But instead she become my slave and lost all her clothes. I made her hold her breasts up for Millie and I to kiss, and her Suzie told me she was glad she lost the challenge. It must have been several hours, although it only seemed like minutes, when we arrived at the entrance to the last challenge room. At the end of the game, some players might go for broke, and mount risky but high payoff attacks if they felt they had nothing to lose. I spent all my remaining gold on strengthening my shield and buying additional skill points for Millie. 

Seka and the Fiat MILF were both naked. Millie was still in her chastity belt suit and I had retained my Master garb. As we entered the final room first I had both women kneel with Millie on either side of me. The wrist units beeped and the challenges popped up. I answered the questions as quickly as I could, as did Millie and the other women. Since the other two were also enslaved to me in the game, their answers counted for our team, sort of like a best ball golf tournament. Soon the units beeped again to indicate that all of our answers had been entered, and the door opened and our challengers walked in. It was the Mork and Mindy pair, although they had lost all their clothes in the game. Mindy was attractive, Mork was not, but naked he was sort of funny looking. The first test was to take one slave and we won it, but they had no slaves for us to take, and no clothes left either, so based on the rules, they were now my slaves also, and all the other challenges were moot. I exercised my option to grant them their freedom, which accomplished two things. First, the game was over for them. Second, I bid them to leave the room, leaving me with Millie, Seka, and Fiat MILF all to myself. I liked that idea. I tuned into all three of their Suzie signals. Millie was sparking already, and Seka and Fiat MILF were starting to feel the excitement they craved from an adventure like this. The rules of the game prevented me from any actual penetration or oral sex with those two, but as Millie had told me, as my bonded slave, she was fair game, and having these two as an audience was tailor made for bringing Millie to a boil. 

"Slaves, on your knees!" I shouted. All three women knelt. How wonderful that was. Millie gave me that fine hot and haughty look, which inspired me greatly, and the other two looked at me curiously. 

I touched Millie's face lovingly, saying, "This slave is only a trainee. But she shows some promise even through it is early in her training." Mille gave me another hot look, as apparently the prospect of performing with an audience was really pushing some of her buttons. I had been so caught up in the game that I had been almost completely ignoring the Suzie signals, so I opened up my receiver and adjusted my controls. I tuned into Millie with a now almost comfortable familiarity, and confirmed my hunch: she was sending massive excitement plus some apprehension, but there was some female crowing too, effectively saying to the other two women I am going to get something you can't have and she liked that a lot. Serendipitously, Millie had kneeled right in front of me with the other two girls on the left and right, facing me. I continued, "Since you are not in training, you may only observe, but watch closely and you may learn something."

Millie looked up at me with big eyes and a now truly smoking version of her hot and haughty look: she was ready to go. I smiled at her, and sent her a little Suzie blast of how beautiful I thought she was and how much I was looking forward to our little show. She echoed a feeling of acceptance in addition to her excitement. I took the key from around my neck and unlocked her facemask to free her mouth, but left the locks below her waist in place. "You may remove my armor!" I said in commend voice, and she smiled up at me, keeping eye contact. The other two women watched expectantly from their vantage points only about eighteen inches away. She kept her eyes glued to mine, and slowly and deliberately unsnapped the 'silver armadillo' from my leather briefs and then slowly and gently pulled the metal 'cock piece' toward her, revealing my cock from the base a little bit at a time, like pulling the wrapper off of a popsicle. I had thought of this scenario with the two spectators as a way to excite Millie, but the prospect of two strange women close by must have had an effect on me, too, because I seemed a lot bigger than a Popsicle, and a little bigger than I remembered. Suzanne had previously told me that my improved cardiovascular conditioning and leg development was giving me better blood pressure control and what she called vascular pumping and that as a result my erection was getting bigger and harder. I thought at the time that she was just building up my ego, but now I thought it really did look a little bigger. Millie smiled widely, put the silver metal piece down on the floor behind me, and then unsnapped the two gold testicle covers and placed them with it. Her gentle touch on my balls caused my cock to point up at an even steeper angle. I stole a glance at our audience and they were staring right at my cock: Seka with a sly little smile, and Fiat MILF with her mouth agape.

"You may suck my cock, slave!" I was looking right at Seka when I said it, and her eyes got really big, and her lips parted a bit. I heard both women draw in loud breaths, as did Millie.

Millie didn't miss a trick. "Thank you Master!" she said cheerily. She stuck out her tongue and gently touched my cock all over with it, leaving a trail of cooling saliva on its surface and making me even harder. Damn that felt good. Then she began a program of earnest, full tongue licking that transported me much closer to heaven. Her Suzie said she was really enjoying herself, and I caught her stealing glances at the other two women that were tinged with smug self satisfaction. She was getting better and better at pleasing me. There was no need to monitor her Suzie, so I tuned into Fiat MILF to see what I could learn. I was able to study her face while I monitored her Suzie signals, and found it doubly revealing. Fiat MILF was sending growing excitement, which corresponded with breathing more through her mouth and less through her nose, and it made her look even hotter. She was moving her head slightly in mimicry of Millie's motions, and her Suzie was sending images of her taking my cock in her mouth, too. It was sweet Suzie music to my ears. 

Millie had steadily advanced her technique to taking me about halfway down her throat, and then giving me some inspired tongue stimulation on the way out. She was truly a natural. Her breath was whistling through her nose due to both exertion and excitement, but she was following my no hands rule perfectly. She stopped her motion for a moment, nuzzled my cock aside with her nose, and took one of my balls in her mouth, sucking it gently. It felt amazing. The other one felt even better when she did it. Then she resumed taking me further and further until my cock completely disappeared in her mouth and her chin touched my balls. Seka's previously mild Suzie signal peaked and completely overcame the one from Fiat MILF: she had never seen anything like that in person, and it she found it strangely exciting. 

Millie was in her comfort zone. She clasped her hands effortlessly behind her as if they were bound, and exhibited fantastic balance and body control, gently moving forward, sucking me all the way in, moving slightly backward and then letting me back out. Having an audience was having the same effect on me as it did at the restaurant when Lara was under the table, and I was getting ready to shoot sooner rather than later. I must have dribbled a little something to tip Millie off, so to speak, and she began to groan a little, talking with her mouth full. Both Seka and Fiat MILF drew in very audible breaths, and leaned a little closer. 

Millie increased her pace, and began saying, "Uh-Huh, Um-Hum, and Ooooh," with her mouth full of me and between whistling breaths through her nose, and I knew she was ready, willing, and able to swallow everything I could give her. It gave me my own wonderful little feeling of affection and acceptance, and I knew the tide as about to go out. I leaned my head back and began to rock forward and back lightly on my legs. Millie began making a noise like, "Ummm, Ummm," with each breath and suddenly I shot like rocket. She timed her motions perfectly, taking two shots and then quickly swallowing, being fully ready for the next shot. Natural talent is natural talent. When I heard the gulping noise of her first swallow, I also sensed two pounding Suzie pulses from our audience. This was something that they may have done, but I doubt they did it as well as Millie, and I was certain they didn't enjoy it as much as Millie did. But it did set them tingling with wild excitement, and sent their Suzies to frantic new heights. With her next swallow, Millie's throat muscles did a little dance that was clearly visible to our two enraptured spectators, and it resonated in their Suzie signals. They watched in fascination as Millie swallowed four more times, and then she smacked her lips, ran her tongue over her lips, and swallowed again, a largely ceremonial gesture, then said, "Thank You, Master!" I could definitely fall in love with this woman. 

Both of the other women stared at her with their mouths open. They were breathing just as hard as she was. I reached down and cupped both sides of Millie's face in my hands, and lifted her up to kiss her. I kissed her with a fervor and relish that made it clear to her and to her audience that she was clearly one of the most wonderful women in the world, and her Suzie pounded contentment and excitement simultaneously. I kissed her for at least two minutes, and then said, "You have served me well!" She quivered like a happy puppy. I was still breathing hard. I took the key from my neck again, and unlocked the portions of her belt around her waist and removed it. She was now completely naked, and obviously dripping wet. Both of our audience members drew in strong breaths through their noses, and they could not miss the strong and wonderful aroma of Millie's furry little air freshener. 

I grabbed Millie by the waist and turned her upside down, throwing her legs over my shoulders and kissing the insides of her thighs. Both of the other women made a noise of surprise as I spun her around. I looked right at Seka and said, "This trainee has a pretty and promising pussy!" I gently licked it and Millie squirmed happily, reached her hands onto my buttocks, and began anew to suck my cock from a wonderful upside down angle. I focused my gaze on Fiat MILF, and said, "Slaves in training may not come without permission!" Her eyes got big as I dove back into devour Millie's pussy, noisily slurping, licking and kissing it with great relish. Soon upside down Millie had me hard as rock again, and desperate to be inside her. 

Somehow I remembered something from a film that my roommate Kevin, the film major, had insisted on showing me. He insisted that it was an unheralded masterpiece, but I thought it was too long and didn't have enough sex scenes for a porno, and besides I liked 2001 better. But it did have one very arresting scene that had stayed in my memory, unreferenced until just now. I looked down at Seka, saying, "You, slave, get down on all fours with your head facing to my left!" She complied without conscious thought. She might make a good trainee too. I looked at Fiat MILF. "Slave, you get on all fours right next to her, but facing the other direction!" She did it too, also without hesitation. Following the lead of the scene in the film, I placed Millie across their backs, so that they supported her like a low table. Her ass was on Seka's back, and her shoulders on Fiat MILF's back, such that Seka turned and looked over her left shoulder and stared right at Millie's right knee. Fiat MILF looked over her right shoulder from a little farther away and looked right at Millie's left leg. Since all three women were now naked, there was considerable skin contact and stimulation going on. There would soon be more. 

I took one of Millie's ankles in each hand and spread her legs up and out in a beautiful 'V' that pointed right to my target. My erection was now back at a maximum, as both of our female 'table legs' looked back and stared at it. Millie's Suzie signal was in full bloom, as she realized she was going to get a good hard fucking and our two companions would only get a 'feel' for what she was receiving. In the film, I believe it was a disgraced husband that was forced to provide support for his wife while another man penetrated her, but this way seemed like a lot more fun to me. Millie looked up at me and I smiled my best you are wonderful smile and then positioned myself just outside her glistening pussy. I kept eye contact with her and slowly slipped into her, reveling in her warmth and tightness, and delighting in the little sighing noise she made. Her eyes dilated and she smiled a smug smile and then I quickly thrust myself all the way into her, and she made a little growling sound deep in her throat. I started slow and deep, and plugged into her Suzie. I was soon in my zone and on autopilot, keeping a steady but deep rhythm of thrusts and pumping her Suzie swing to move it up toward orgasm. I then noticed the two women supporting her were anticipating my motions and pushing her up with their backs and legs to meet my strokes, getting me a little deeper into Millie's now bubbling cauldron of sex. Millie felt it too and giggled. 

I kept her just on the edge of an orgasm, her Suzie giving me a clear guide, and just when I thought she could no longer stand it, I said, "You may come, slave!" and Millie quivered and shook almost epileptically, and came hard, squirting juice freely. Amazingly, Seka came at the same command, her Suzie singing astonishment and exaltation at the same time. I kept pounding and Millie soon came again, but Seka was just drifting in and out of a dream state, and did not actively have another orgasm. Fiat MILF was absolutely astounded by Seka's climax, her Suzie sending that shrill and raspy note of covetousness that I was beginning to recognize and catalog. I suppose Seka's almost pelvis to pelvis proximity had transmitted much of the force of my thrusts into Millie to her, and in her highly excited state it was enough to make her come.

But I had other business to attend to if I was to complete my little play. I picked Millie up and spun her around, so that her ass was now right on top of that of the Fiat MILF, and moved even closer to her, hooking my arms under her knees and spreading her legs wider and higher. My thighs would now touch Fiat MILF's left side and leg when I thrust fully into Millie's ass which was my plan. "Slave, prepare your ass for your Master!" Both Fiat MILF and Seka's Suzies signaled astonishment. They were not accustomed to anal intercourse, were not expecting it, and were not comfortable with it. But I sensed two Suzie fuzz boxes cranked up to 11 as they wondered what Millie would feel and do. Millie signaled rabid excitement and anticipation, and she lost no time letting her supporters know it. "Oh, Yes Master. Please! My ass is yours to use as you please!" That's my girl. 

I entered her slowly and deliberately, making sure that Fiat MILF could not mistake the feeling of my thrusts and could not fail to visualize where they were going. Millie began breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth, making a lovely little keening sound. I soon reached cruising depth and began to increase my pace of thrusting into Millie. Since I already knew that Millie could come spectacularly through anal stimulation, I tuned instead into the Fiat MILF's Suzie signal, wondering if I could bring her off by timing my thrusts into Millie to bump into Fiat MILF and pump her swing towards a climax. It was a challenge, and I concentrated hard on the Fiat MILF, exploiting the physical connection as my thighs bumped into hers. The idea of anal sex may have slightly offended her sensibilities, but it made her pussy get wet, and her Suzie signal reflected that, pinging with each thrust I made into Millie's marvelous backside. I was able to lock into her, bringing her modulated carrier into my pass band and visualize the images of what she wanted right now: my cock, Millie's nipples, and a clear view of my cock plowing into Millie's ass. She turned her neck all the way to her right to adapt to Millie's new position atop her, and I pulled up Millie's knee a little higher so Fiat MILF got a clear view of my cock disappearing into Millie's pulsing pink rosebud. 

I had a good view of her face as she watched, and soon felt her arching her back to push Millie up to meet my thrusts. Her disgust was gone, replaced by fascination, curiosity, and finally participation. Her Suzie signals resolved themselves even further in my mind, and suddenly her black box, that I thought of as her sexual flight data recorder was open for my inspection. It revealed that she had been sexually becalmed for that last few years, confused and confounded by her own feelings. She did have a long term relationship with the crazy preacher guy, but he was a beard. When they married years ago, they were gay friends that lived together, each pursuing homosexual relationships with other people, but needing a straight cover as they advanced in their careers. That had worked fine until she reached thirty, when the ringing of her biological clock somehow triggered a burning desire for men that she had never felt before, even in her teenage years of so called normal dating, despite the fact that she had no intentions of having a child. She now had relationships with both men and women, but never really found fulfillment with either. Her Suzie carrier was suddenly modulated with a vision of her in Millie's role, dominated, owned, but excited and fulfilled. She let herself imagine what it would be like to be Millie, and then what it would be like to have her ass penetrated like that. Although some of her former girlfriends had liked to kiss her ass, she had never really been that into it. 




My Only Talent Ch. 12



Millie's Suzie urgently signaled a desperate desire for an orgasm, clinging to the edge of control. Her keening increased in tone and intensity, and Fiat MILF was suddenly on the edge herself, with the combination of my thrusts and her pushing Millie up into them resonating in her pussy. It was time, and I hissed, "Slave, you may come!" Millie clinched and cried out, and her Suzie sent wild ecstasy. Fiat MILF had a slow but building orgasm, reinforced when Millie shook against her. I changed my position to put even more force on Fiat MILF and continued my thrusts into Millie. Soon they both came again, beautifully. I was almost ready to come now. I withdrew from Millie, stood up, and commanded, "Get on your knees, slave!" All three women scrambled to comply. Life was very good. Millie was the quickest and she positioned herself right in front of me with the other two flanking her. Six eyes were glued to my cock, and I really did feel like the luckiest boy of any color in any town. I gathered up Millie's hair in my hand like a handle and used it to put her mouth on my dick, and she began to suck me in earnest. Both of the other women stared slack jawed at her efforts. "Touch her breasts as she pleases me!" Both hesitantly cupped them, and then became a little bolder. Millie's breath was whistling through her nostrils once again. "Twist her nipples!" Both women complied, and Millie made a funny noise, her Suzie sparking. I was almost ready to pop. Then I felt a different hand on each of my buttocks, caressing and squeezing them, and urging me towards Millie's mouth. Then each woman kissed one of my thighs and I could wait no longer. Bingo. 

Millie's hot mouth engulfed my cock and sucked me all the way down her throat, applying such suction that my cock felt like it was in a wet Chinese finger trap puzzle. But I was not trying to pull out, oh no. Suddenly I had that wonderful sensation of Millie sucking that last little strand of spaghetti all the way from the bottom of my balls out through the end of my dick and all the way down her gullet. It was a transcendent dental feeling, so to speak. And in that one magic instant of lovingly draining that last drop from my balls, Millicent Wet Spot Hathaway ascended to a high place in my all time girlfriend hall of fame in one fell swoop, because she shuddered and had another orgasm from swallowing me, shivering and dribbling fragrantly from her beautifully furry little snatch. The look on the other two women's faces was priceless. The look on my face must have been pretty amazing, too.

Millie shivered, "I love you Master. I will do anything for you!" I pulled her up for another kissing session, and Fiat MILF and Seka kissed us both deeply, too. The wrist unit told me we only had a few minutes left in the game. 

I held all three women close to me and spoke first to Seka, trying to connect to her Suzie again to monitor her reaction to what I was going to say. "You have great beauty and potential to please any Master well. But right now you are not even pleasing yourself. It has been written that some women can only find freedom in slavery, and can only satisfy themselves by devotion to pleasing another. You may be one of those women, as is my beautiful trainee." Seka's signal screamed and shuddered, perhaps the Suzie version of reaction formation, afraid that I was right. Her eyes filled with tears as I gave her another hug. "I am not the one to help you, but you should try to find someone who can."

I turned to the Fiat MILF, having read her Suzie pretty well. "You are holding too much guilt, guilt that I suspect you do not deserve. I have some experience in helping a woman get beyond that, and if you want to talk about it, perhaps I can help you." She smiled a smile not unlike the expression on the face of the Mona Lisa. I asked if she wanted an email address to contact me, and she smiled again and said, "I already got it from Penelope." Now I was the one with reaction formation. 

We cleaned up a little, and the girls helped Millie get her costume back on, and Mille put my cock piece and testicle protectors back on for me. We then emerged from the guest room into the rotunda that adjoined all the challenge rooms. It was outside all the other rooms but still in the game space and thus the players were still in the game state and costume of their final challenge result. Millie and I had our regular costumes on, but Fiat MILF and Seka were completely naked and very self conscious. But their nipples were perked up and their Suzies sang of soaring excitement with a complete lack of satisfaction. I had placed them here to show off my game prowess to Lara and Suzanne when they came out of the game rooms, and I was actively wondering what their game status would be when they emerged. I had been vaguely uncomfortable when the rules were announced and our host ruled that they were considered Free Companions for purposes of the game and must play on their own, and I was then thankful for the soft swing rules that prevailed. Was ever so enlightened Master Robbie actually jealous?

Lara came out through one of the challenge room doors almost immediately, with three buck naked slaves on leash, two males and one female, and a huge grin on her face. She was walking tall and proud and absolutely beaming a look of hotness and triumph, and her Suzie was blaring like an air raid siren, in a Suzie version of I am woman hear me roar. I nervously wondered what adventures she had in the game space. She steered her party over to us, and introduced Paulo, a ridiculously fit looking blonde but dark skinned Brazilian beach boy type, and his ultra hot wife Astrid, also an obvious natural blonde, and Pavel, a pale and compact man of average height who spoke perfect English but with a maddeningly charming Russian accent and who looked like one of the Spetnatz Russian commando guys from a James Bond film. All three of them looked at me like I had just emerged from a flying saucer -- a very intense inspection with rabid and totally undisguised curiosity. At first I felt like maybe my zipper was down, but that was not possible in this outfit. I was then just uncertain and uncomfortable. 

Suzanne came out a few moments later, one upping us both by sporting two female and two male naked slaves on leashes, also blasting a billion dollar smile and strutting like a conquering Queen, her Suzie dopplering up and approaching me like a police siren. WTF goes on in this game? She introduced two very attractive married couples in their thirties, Elvis and Priscilla, real names undisclosed, and Tammy and George Wynette, insisting that those were their real names. They too looked at me like I was some sort of laboratory curiously, examining me carefully from all angles. All five of the other 'game slaves' seemed to know very well who Seka and Fiat MILF were, clearly having the advantage of me on that score, and were strangely deferential towards them both.

A bell sounded and our host's voice emerged from speakers in the ceiling, reminding us that we had 60 minutes to shower and clean up, and that he expected everyone to be spot on time for brunch on the River Port patio. Lara used their slave collars to pull all three of her game slaves close to her one at a time for some pretty sloppy kisses, and all three said, "Thank you Mistress!" with wide smiles. Pavel looked her soulfully in the eyes (that son of a bitch) and said, "Are you sure you won't reconsider my offer?"

Lara smiled brightly, and said, "You know who to contact", glanced at me, and then smiled at him again. The three of them and then headed for the showers as Lara stood by me but playfully swatted them on the butt, all three giving her and me another set of lingering glances as they left. 

Suzanne had all four of her slaves kneel and kiss her boots, and then pulled each of them up by the collar one at a time for deep kisses. One of the two women paused and whispered in her ear. She laughed and said, "You know how to contact us." What was that all about? Then they too headed for the showers. 

Just outside the rotunda there was a seating area for those who had not played the game, and just outside the door was a very strange looking group, composed of three guys in coonskin caps and fringed deerskin suits, the two J and K security guys in their mirrored glasses, and four other guys in plain dark suits, and a state trooper. They all looked fidgety and very nervous. Positioned strategically between them and the door to the game area were our hosts three much better dressed and much calmer security guys, presumably making sure that the other security types did not get into the game area. 

I gathered up my three girls and put my hands protectively along their backs, and pulled Lara and Suzanne in for a kiss, then steered them all toward the guest suite that our host had advised me to use for our cleanup. Both of the other girls noticed that Millie was absolutely radiating heat and happiness. "Dish you bitch! Why do you look so fucking happy?"

Millie smiled demurely. "Well, you remember that the rules say no actual sex, penetration or fluids, that 'soft swing' thing?"

Suzanne laughed, "Yes, we know. We both had to turn down some very attractive offers!" She and Lara both arched their eyebrows at me and poked me in the ribs with an elbow.

Millie laughed and smiled. "And that you two were considered "Free Companions' and must play the game separately from Master?"

"Yes, yes." They muttered. 

Millie looked like a female standup comic about to drop her punch line. "Well, the corollary of that is that I am considered a slave still in training, thus bonded to the Master only, and thus our host concluded that those 'soft swing' prohibitions don't apply to me, so," she paused for effect, and then fired, "In the final game room, we won so early that we had an extra hour of time, so Master fucked my brains out while those two women watched from inches away as part of their slave duties in the game!" 

All three girls squealed like Baylor cheerleaders with a few beers in them. Then Suzanne drew herself up and smiled at me. "Well. I guess I won't feel so bad about stretching the rules a little bit either!" What the hell was she talking about? By this time we had arrived at the suite and I opened the door with the clue to the code that our host had given me. The first thing we saw was a huge shower that essentially duplicated the two in the mud room at the southern entry to the house, complete with towels and robes laid out for us all and three big vanity mirrors and three sinks with chairs in front of them. Luckily I would not need one of them. There was no significant conversation as we playfully sprayed each other with those big hand held sprayers and made lather rinse repeat into an adventure. The girls gave me a little extra attention in washing the now almost healed red fingernail slashes on my back and ass. I was looking forward to finding out what they learned from listening with their hidden language skills, and also finding out exactly they had been doing for the last few hours. But as they all dressed and primped, Millie regaled them, literally, with a blow by blow description of what she and I had done. They screamed in delight, but both Lara and Suzanne approached me separately to say they were feeling neglected and would need some urgent attention soon. We all finished dressing just in time, and headed for the tram that would take us down to the river patio. 

We were not first in line by any means, and had to wait for several tram cars to go down and return. We were getting some looks and being pointed out by some people to others, and then Penelope joined the line right behind us. Fittingly, her first comment concerned my behind. "I hope you have a chance to heal fully before I get a hold of you, 'Master'. She put a slightly derisive accent on the term, and I sensed a little bit of crafty Suzie trying to get over on me. 

I realized that I needed to plug into her Suzie, hoping to access her carrier and sexual flight data recorder for some additional helpful information on how to proceed. I smiled and said, "I was hoping to encounter you in one of the challenge rooms, Penelope!" I took her in my arms and kissed her sweetly, putting my hands on her upper back and pressing her breasts into my bare chest. It felt good, and I connected solidly to her Suzie as I did so. My earlier 'readings' were confirmed, and her Suzie was singing attraction for Millie and for me. But her Suzie signal did not ring true with her challenging tone towards me, in fact, it was beginning to sound like Lara's, and her flight data recorder told a similar tale: a series of challenges to men (and women) that she hoped would jump up and dominate her, but it never happened. Maybe she played tennis? I had a few fantasies while we waited in line. 

Once a car opened up, we then took the tramway down to the River Port for brunch. It was a fantastic day, cool but sunny, with an almost cloudless deep blue sky and low humidity. I was ravenously hungry, thanks to my exertions with Millie. We joined the buffet line, and although I tried to pump them for more information, Lara and Suzanne were just deflecting my questions and smiling their individual versions of my shit eating grin. We could see up ahead of us that there were stations with chefs that made custom omelets on the fly as you passed by, and another that made waffles or pancakes, plus a huge buffet of fruit, pastries, cereals, and big carafes of orange, grapefruit, and tomato juice, and still another with an order your own custom pasta dish station. Millie was so hungry that she was jumping up and down to see how fast the line was moving, and she made some caustic remarks about her cruel Master forcing her to eat a liquid diet, and the girls giggled again. 

When we finally got to the front of the line, I was able to get my absolute favorite omelet: grilled chorizo with pecans, sweet onions, Habanero peppers and peaches with side orders of pineapple and sliced tomatoes. As we left the end of the line, our wrist units vibrated, and the screen flashed green, and a voice said, "Table six."' A light on the umbrella over the table flashed a green figure six, and the screen of the wrist units showed a map of the layout of the patio with table six blinking. I suppose our host liked things squared away. When we approached the table, Seka, her wild preacher husband, and the Fiat MILF and her mobster looking husband were already seated, and there were three chairs left for us, and I was amazed to find there was a little round pad to the right of one chair, so I put Millie on a stay right next to me and sat down in that chair She curled up and gave me a glacial look, and it was clear that she was not going to surrender her plate without a snarling fight. I gave her my silverware and napkin and signaled a waiter for another. She was somewhat mollified. Suzanne and Lara sat across the table from us, and we were flanked by our former game slaves. Other parties were being directed to other tables around us, and the available seats were filling up fast. The food was wonderful, but the other folks at our table had a head start, and began asking us questions before we finished our food. 

Fiat MILF began, "So, Master, now that the game is over, may I call you Robbie?"

I laughed. "It has always been my policy that a woman as beautiful as are you can call me anything she wants."

Mobster man laughed, in a gruff but not at all mean way. "Be careful my friend. She is gentle but ruthless about getting what she wants!"

I laughed too. "I should probably know your name, too."

She giggled. "What have you been calling me in the absence of a name?" 

Suzanne spoke up and said, "Fiat MILF" and both she and mobster boyfriend looked confused, not understanding. Suzanne continued in rapid fire Italian, and their eyes got wide first at her easy facility with the language and then with the concept of a MILF translated into Italian. They both laughed when they understood and the Fiat MILF smiled and flirted with me. 

"My name is Erminia Epifano Gallo, and this is my beloved husband Sapiento Tosto Gallo. But I am hoping you will soon call me your 'trainee' like Millie."

My eyes must have gotten big, and Sapiento spoke first. "Do not be alarmed, my friend. I am old and infirm, but hopefully still wise. My wife is much younger than I, and I would rather keep her happy and in my sight than out in the world without me searching for happiness that I would be ignorant of. You have spoken to her with great insight about her pain of the heart; I think you say in English. I hope you can help her find some pleasure and peace. I cannot be happy unless she is, too!"

Before I could reply, Suzanne spoke again and the three of them went back and forth so fast it sounded like the terms and conditions from an Italian radio commercial. Then Millie surprised us all by asking a question in what sounded to me like fluent and fluid Italian, too. How much was I missing about these girls? Another rapid fire discussion ensued, but it did not seem contentious, in fact everyone was smiling widely. 

Finally Sapiento spoke again, smiling, "You are truly fortunate to have the respect of three such wise and beautiful women. I will await your reply to my email after you have consulted with them."

I was at a loss for what to say, so I said nothing. Seka introduced us to her de jure husband Brujo Lagoria, who was a financial and business advisor to Sapiento, and said that her name was Gatti. We spent the rest of the meal making small talk and laughing pleasantly. Our host came out and thanked us all for coming, and did a little reverse reception line so he could speak to everyone on their way out. 

We were all tired but happy as we waited at the circular drive at the front of the Manor for Rodney to pick us up. There were several vehicles in front of Rodney, so we had a few more minutes to wait. Suzanne was looking at me sideways, and holding her tongue up against her upper teeth. She must know by now how that little gesture made me extra horny. She reached over and kissed me on the neck, then whispered in my ear, "You, young man, owe Lara and me some extra special attention this afternoon, with Millie industriously helping you to get us off." She stuck her tongue in my ear. "And then you are going to come home with me to make sure I get home safely. I will feed you some leftovers, and then we are going to have a serious talk, well out of earshot of Lara, about some fantasies, wants and needs and things that we need to work out." It was the old 'we need to talk' scenario, and it made me very nervous. I tied to yuck it up to break my tension. I took Suzanne's face in my hands and opened her mouth gently, examining her teeth carefully. 

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Well, my grandfather taught me that when you horse trade, the first thing you do is check the teeth!" I was glad I still had my armadillo penis armor on when she reached for my crotch. 

Rodney arrived just in time, and I was still nervous as we rode back toward Lara's building. The party had been a big success, and I had really enjoyed myself. But I was still worried about Lara and Suzanne's new friends and maybe I should be worried about some of my new friends, too. My inner horn dog was also thinking about how nice it would feel to just pound away at sweet Peggy's glorious behind for a while and forget all my other problems. I had some fantasies of Penelope starring as Mrs. Robinson, Sarah as a Playboy bunny, and Candy the tan and pink water skier, in lots of different combinations. I knew that next week would start the cycle of new material in all my courses and another set of exams either just before and just after the Thanksgiving break. I hoped my dedication to school during the week would continue to allow me to dedicate myself to my dating duties on the weekends. 




My Only Talent Ch. 13



Chapter 13

Slave Training, Horse Trading, and F1 Entertaining

Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. 

My mood improved slowly on the way to Lara's place as the girls regaled Rodney Driver with tales of our adventures at the party, and Lara asked him about doing some driving for an unexpected set of new visitors that her dad was entertaining next week during the run up to the Formula One race. He said he has some gigs already but he would hand them off to his cousin Hollywood or another driver and cover Lara himself if he could. He also said he was working on some special deals for transportation to the race from downtown hotels, and he had deals to drive a bunch of politicians around this week from now until the day after the election. He also related his information from what he called the limo driver gossip network about some of the party attendees who were Russian mobster types and that there were lots of FBI and DPS guys in town watching them. 

Suzanne suddenly said something like, "Dolbo yeb!" and slapped her own forehead. "That's what they were talking about! There were some very suspicious looking guys speaking street Russian, including that guy 'Pavel' that was coming on to you, Lara. I think you should stay away from him. He is trouble!"

Lara said, "But he was so sweet to me. He called me his 'pretty pizda'!"

Suzanne looked angry. "That's slang for 'cunt' and not in a nice way!"

Lara looked aghast. Rodney took up the conversation again. "Do you speak Russian Suzanne? The other drivers say these Russian guys are stone killers, looking for some kind of score during the race."

She looked worried. "Yes, I speak it fluently. My grandparents grew up in Russia and they taught me when I was an infant, and then I lived there for four years with my parents when my father was posted in Moscow when I was still very young and got total immersion and lots practice. My grandparents also taught me why they were so desperate to get to America!"

"What did you hear the Russians saying, Suzanne?" I was wondering what 'score' they might have in mind.

"Something about an Italian package to keep hidden, and there was plenty of excess testosterone and emotion when Pavel told the other Russian guy to keep his mouth shut!" 

We rolled up to Lara's and got out, thanked Rodney, and headed upstairs. 

.....

Unnoticed across the street, a windowless van with a cable TV logo on the side pulled into a parking space, and antennas and some telescope looking things swiveled toward Lara's apartment and stayed pointed there. There was a guy in a cable company uniform shirt much like Eddie Estigoy's who was driving, but there were three other guys in suits in the back sitting in comfortable swivel chairs with headphones and lots of video screens and keyboards that settled in for the night. 

The oldest looking guy said, "You guys are sure the blonde with the fancy apartment is the one that our 'translator' came on to?"

"Yes, boss", said the most junior agent. "He's got good taste in women, at least. I wonder if she is stupid enough to let him fool with her. I'm using facial recognition to try to ID her by crossing the name with the leases in the building."

"Run all the others that rode with her to the party, too, assuming they are ESU students, let's see who our DPS friends are following and why!" All three agents then studied their computer screens and typed frantically. 

.....

When we got up to the apartment, I gave Lara a little kiss and said, "Did you once tell me that you had a massage table in the closet?"

She smiled. "Yes, my father sent it to me when I told him I was signing up for one of the ESU informal classes for massage, but the schedule conflicted with the only section offered of the language lab I needed, so I couldn't take the massage class."

"Would you and Mille please get it out and set it up? I might want to give some special massages this afternoon." Her Suzie spiked and she went looking for Millie. I told Suzanne I needed to make a quick phone call, and ducked into the kitchen, and dialed on my mobile.

"Mom? Yes it's me. Yes I still live and breathe. I need to ask you about bringing a guest for Thanksgiving."

"No, it's not my roommate; she's a friend of a friend. Yes, she. No, I'm not sleeping with her, but I am dating her friend. Yes, she knows all about my relationship with her friend."

"Well, sometimes she does and sometimes she doesn't, so it's complicated. I want to talk to Dad about it, too. When does he get back?"

"Uh-huh. OK. Well we expect to ride with Alley Shitty... What? OK, OK. Anyway we expect to leave Wednesday about noon so should be there by 6 at the latest even if Alley drives. OK. Love you, and tell Dad we need to have a long talk with just the three of us when I am there. What? Oh, I think we will go back Sunday about noon. OK. Love you too!"

.....

In the van outside of Lara's apartment, the young agent who had intercepted the call pulled up the caller ID data and address for the landline phone on the other end of the call and quickly had an ID on the 'Master' who was in fact an ESU freshman. "Fuck me!" the now whining agent exclaimed. "That guy is a freaking first semester freshman in engineering. I never even saw girls that hot until I was a senior!'

His boss chortled. "There weren't any girls that hot at MIT, Dweeb Boy, and when you were a freshman you were only 15, so even if there had been they wouldn't have been caught dead with you!" The other agents roared. Dweeb Boy kicked off a software spider that would monitor Robbie's phone, crawl the agency database for any other recorded conversations, and build a table of all his other calls and texts try to connect them to names and addresses. He watched the network node icons fill up the screen, and other bots began to crawl all the other phones he had touched, and waited patiently for Bayesian inference to work. In the meantime, he wished he had video and thermal from upstairs, not just audio. 

.....

My mother had chastised me on the phone for using such a derogatory nickname for the daughter of one of our neighbors that I went to high school with. The daughter looked like Ally Sheedy, the actress, but she was such a controlling bitch that all the kids called her Alley Shitty. She naturally had a crush on me all through high school, but I couldn't stand her. She was very nice looking, and smart as hell, but she was also a pushy mega-bitch that always wanted things her way and had to have the last word on everything. But she did have her dad's old SUV, and her mother made her promise to give me a ride up and back for both Thanksgiving and Christmas break. I had already emailed her and she said she had plenty of room in the Suburban so bringing a guest would be no problem. Like my mom, she seemed to assume that I was bringing my roommate, and I did not make any effort to disabuse her of that notion.

By this time Lara and Millie had the massage table set up, and it was the kind that unfolded and rolled in like a hospital bed, and then sat on locking casters. It had multiple height adjustments and replaceable pads that could be set up for a chin rest, back angle blocks, and stuff I had never even seen before. Top of the line all the way, including a thermostatic heater, and it was easily the finest table I had ever seen. I set the thermostat to 38, put a big cotton towel on it, and gave it a few minutes to warm up. My plan was to start with Suzanne, who did not yet fully realize the extent of my massage skills since I had only given her a brief and limited one on her couch. I had Suzanne get up on the table on her tummy and covered her with another towel, and told her to just relax for a few minutes. 

Once I got Suzanne fully relaxed with a traditional therapeutic massage I was going to give her the full Suzie signal treatment, too, using my talent to sense every nuance of her response to my touch, and try to give her intense and plentiful orgasms in the shortest possible time, to make sure when we had our little talk about wants and needs later tonight that she kept things in proper perspective. While doing that, I was going to let Millie warm-up Lara, treating her very roughly and taking her right to the razor's edge of too much kink and pain and getting her frantic, before I would come in and try to give her as many orgasms as I had Suzanne, to give her something very memorable to think about the next time some Russian asshole tried to flirt with her, but still leave her wanting more when I left to take Suzanne home. 

Millie and I began strapping Lara to the trapeze in the bedroom, with Suzanne out of sight but within earshot in the entry hall, relaxing on the massage table, but hardly patiently. Millie went to work on Lara, and I went in to start on Suzanne.

.....

Outside in the van, all the little software bots began to stitch the big picture together, and ID's and collateral data began to pop into green windows on the screen. The youngest agent whistled loudly. "Oh, fuck, boss, our lives just got a lot more complicated!" 

The older agent looked irritated. "For a kid with a supposed genius level IQ, you certainly have a narrow and predictable vocabulary. Expand and expound, please, Dweebo." 

"The blonde is the daughter of an insurance billionaire from Dallas who does hundreds of millions in business with most of the F1 sponsors, but that's not the half of it. The hot looking dark haired girl in the red leather outfit is on our facial recognition watch list! She's Ambassador Pliskin's daughter!" 

"Holy Fuck!" exclaimed the much more senior agent Jones, all evaluation of vocabularies now forgotten. How far up the line did he have to take this to save his own ass? He was all for showing initiative, but if anything happened to that girl the shit would fly from all directions and most if it would land on him. He told the other guys to keep digging, while he began to review his options. 

.....

I had given Millie very specific instructions on how to work Lara up into a frenzy, which should take about 90 minutes before I needed to be there, which also defined my window of opportunity with Suzanne. She was now surprisingly relaxed and comfortable, in a way that only a woman on a well heated massage table can be. I listened briefly to her Suzie signal, and she was hoping for some rapid escalation and hard fucking sooner rather than later, so I was going to give her total relaxation, followed by slow ramping excitement until she literally begged me to fuck her. I knew I could not refuse a lady. 

I shut down my Suzie receiver, and just concentrated on pure massage technique, and feeling Suzanne's incredible musculature. I was fortunate to have such a delightful subject, and everyone who learned massage should get to work on someone in that kind of shape at least once just to understand how the body should and could respond. She was tight, she was pumped, but she also had circulatory responses most other people could only dream about, and I felt her body instantly respond as I worked on her. As I started at her feet and worked her muscles with almost as much force as I could use, she relaxed even further and just let my hands carry her away on a flood of pleasure, opening capillaries, and endorphins slipping into her bloodstream from released tension. Her breathing became steady and strong, and her features relaxed and she appeared very calm. I then tuned into her Suzie, and began a lighter and slightly teasing touch that was as much a caress as a massage. 

I had such a connection to her that I could sense her responses through her Suzie signals at the same time she herself recognized what was stimulating her, and I took full advantage of that. Her thighs were sensitized now, and she was very conscious of my alternating light and strong touch. I found a particular grip across the top of her thighs that seemed to speak directly to her pussy, and shared her astonishment at how wet she was becoming and how quickly my touch increased her flow. She was surprised at the pungent smell she was producing, but I was delighted. I sent her a Suzie blast that combined acceptance, trust, admiration, and just about everything I could send her short of just screaming out "I love you" which might produce unknown and undesirable consequences. She smiled, then looked a little worried, but did not open her eyes. I increased the strength of my motions on her thighs, using enough force to begin to slightly displace her nether lips and stimulate them. My hands were still 8 inches away from them, but my intentions were clear, and she liked my plan. Doing my best to tantalize her, I would move my hands up her thighs getting closer and closer to direct contact with her outer lips, manipulate her muscles to make them move a little more, then move back down to just above her knee and start the whole process again. 

I could read her Suzie increasing in anticipation as my fingers moved north, and she began to tighten up her thigh muscles to try to stimulate herself before my hands could get there. Every time she did it, I reduced the forcefulness of my massage to frustrate her. My only challenge was that the pheromones that her preternaturally perfect pussy was releasing into the air were acting directly on my lizard brain, clouding my judgment. But I had to get some information out of her before I went literally went completely fucking crazy on her. I forced my still functioning speech centers to begin the interrogation, starting my questions when my hands were at the bottom of her thighs, and kept moving up as long as I was getting answers. When she hesitated to answer, my upward progress would stop.

"So, Suzanne, everybody at the party seemed to already know at lot more about Erminia and Sapiento Gallo than I did, huh?"

She laughed, saying, "Well, you are not exactly a euro-centric business man, auto racing nut, or soccer aficionado. They might not have known who Paul Allen is, or Stephen Ross, or Alex Spanos, or James Irsay, or Stan Kroenke, for example, but you do, don't you?" 

"Billionaires who also own NFL teams?" I asked.

"Right the first time, my animal! Sapiento probably tops the European billionaire list, although he hates publicity, and he owns two premiere European football clubs, a top rated Formula One team, and a basketball team. Those are just his hobbies, as he also owns several global shipping lines and industrial companies, and such significant stakes in most publicly traded companies worldwide that hedge fund managers often have to go through him to plan hostile takeovers. When he married the much younger Erminia, the beautiful widow of a famous fiery footballer and champion coach who died prematurely of a heart attack a few years ago, it was all over the popular press in Europe. It was almost as big a deal as when Jackie Kennedy married Aristotle Onassis. Spear Overtop scored a major coup when he got them to that party, and I am sure they found it refreshing that you didn't obsequiously suck up to them like most people do."

I considered this for a moment. My father had taught me very few absolutes, but never sucking up to anybody was one of them. It was a combination of his egalitarian American values and his salesman's equivalent of the old military saying that he verbalized as, 'Those who know don't actually say anything, and those that say something don't actually know anything.' His idea was that if you want to sell something to someone important, don't suck up to them because if they do respond to it then they probably aren't all that important. Real decision makers appreciate direct and honest communications, not bullshit. If they are the decision makers and you can sell them with bullshit, they will soon be replaced by better decision makers anyway. "That explains a few things. So Brujo Lagoria manages Sapiento's money?"

"Yep, he is his most trusted advisor, and most of the business executives, money managers, and entrepreneurs in Europe would cut off a finger to get to talk to either of them one on one for five minutes, much less play a sex game with their wives and then sit with all four of them at lunch for an hour like we did. I will have a story to tell at the dinner table during Christmas break that will impress even my father! And most of the younger crowd that spoke romance languages was either part of Sapiento's entourage or trying desperately to meet him. The two young couples that I managed to enslave in the game all worked for Sapiento; for his holding company, his shipping line, or his F1 team. The fact that they got invited here this many days before the first American F1 race in years means that Sapiento and Brujo consider them very promising executives, indeed. 

That gave me an opening. "So will you tell your father what they whispered in your ear?" When she hesitated, I slowed my progress up her leg, and she stretched toward me a little, urging me on. I waited her out. 

"Well", she smiled like a Cheshire cat, her eyes still closed, "They propositioned me, inviting me to spend the rest of the week in bed with all four of them, or any combination of them that caught my fancy!" She opened her eyes and gave me a smoking hot look that made me blush. "And naive little Suzanne, perhaps foolishly, told them that they would have to talk to you about it, in the spirit of risk and return and sexual honesty, and all that jazz. That's why they looked at you like you were from Mars, because they just couldn't believe my response."

I sent her another adoring Suzie blast, and continued my progress up toward the top of her thighs. "Well it certainly sounds titillating, but maybe not the best idea from a risk standpoint. I would rather keep working on Nora. By the way, I am going to invite her to Thanksgiving as soon as I see her. On another subject, I did not like the look of the Russian guy that came after Lara."

She snorted. "Oh I liked the way he looked just fine, but I wouldn't want to turn my back on him for a femtosecond. I don't trust him and neither should Lara or anyone else. He's got those 'dead eyes' that make me shiver, and his Russian dialect was pure Siberian gutter snipe, even though his English was very polished. That makes me doubly nervous about his background and training." She paused and drew in a deep breath. "Are you ever going to actually touch my pussy?"

.....

Out in the van, Dweeb Boy was frantic to try to improve his reception from the microphones they had placed in the apartment and the lasers they were bouncing off the windows. Unfortunately, wherever Robbie and Ms. Pliskin were was nowhere close to their good microphone locations, and he was only getting about every tenth word of their conversation. He caught reference to 'Sapiento' and his working botset quickly made that connection, and he tried changing the phasing and diversity mix relationships between his sources just as he heard Ms. Pliskin say, "Are you ever going to actually touch my pussy?" The other agents looked askance at him when he spit out his coffee and sputtered and coughed. Then he tried to look serious again and concentrate.

.....

"Maybe", I said pointedly. "What exactly did you mean by stretching the rules a bit with regard to those two couples?

She laughed again. "They begged and begged and when they all got a several questions right and we won a challenge because of it, staving off me losing them as slaves, I gave them a little reward. I unzipped my nipple covers and let them suck on my nipples for a while. I suppose that really was inside the boundaries of the soft swing rules, wasn't it?" I said nothing, then she continued, "But I was a good girl and left both of the bottom zippers closed when they kissed my leather pants, even through those two women were about ready to chew through the leather to get to my pussy! I think that talented Tammy could have made me come in a few more seconds, even through the leather. That was pretty hot, and it's why I was so horny when I saw you on the way to brunch!" 




My Only Talent Ch. 13



Maybe I figured I had gotten all the information I could, or maybe her pheromones had captured me completely, but I decided it was time to touch a lot more than just her pussy. She was ready for penetration right now, but I wanted to get her to the point of demanding it. I began with gently kissing her thighs and legs, leaving little trails of saliva to evaporate and cool my tracks. She shivered, and her Suzie signal stuttered. I smiled at her adoringly, but kept working slowly. I breathed heavily on her mons, and she reached out to try to grab my head and jam it onto her snatch, but I dodged and kept kissing her thighs. I lifted her butt up off the table and very obviously looked at it, then blew some air on it too. I gave her a few wet licking kisses on each buttock, and then put her back down on the towel and settled in just in front of her, making it obvious that her pussy was my next target. I started about an inch outside her outer lips, with gentle kissing and licking, until her Suzie signal begin to pulsate. I circled all the way around her snatch, very gently licking her anus as I moved from right to left under her snatch and began a clockwise journey back around. Her breathing got ragged, and she began to turn her head from side to side, moaning softly. When I had completed a full 360 degree circle, I moved my head like I was going to work on her inner lips, and then started circling her outer lips again. Then I got the response I was hoping for, as she said loudly "Damn it! Eat my pussy!"

.....

The other agents were beginning to wonder if Dweeb Boy was developing asthma, as he snorted again loudly and the headphones fell from his head, and he juggled them back into place clumsily. 

.....

I moved on to her inner lips and kept up the gentle pressure, reveling in her growing wetness and increasingly loud breathing. She did have the most wonderful pussy ever, and it was calling out to me sweetly. I concentrated on her Suzie signals and when her modulation sent an image of me sticking my tongue into her strongly, I just barely touched her clit with the end of it and then went back to work on her inner lips. When her Suzie told me she was ready, I began flicking her clit, closer and stronger. Her signals told me exactly the force and timing she craved, and in ten licks she had her first orgasm, expelling a noisy breath. I upped the ante with more force and frequency, and soon she came again, this time squirting a little. She tasted so good. The third time was a charm, and she squirted very strongly, with a pelvic thrust lifting her butt off the towel, and then made her unique little sneezing noise that signaled a really good orgasm.

That was my cue to position myself above her and kiss her gently on the lips. She sucked my tongue into her mouth so hard that I was afraid I might not get it back. I put most of my weight on her hips but did not enter her, waiting for her to release my tongue. When she did, I took her head in my hands and rested half of my weight on my elbows resting just under her armpits, rubbing my cock against her outer lips. My plan was to try to just tease her clit with my dick without entering her, but I had underestimated her strength. She grabbed my ass, gripping my buttocks with both hands, spread her legs a bit and just muscled me right into her pussy before I could even react. She hooked her legs behind my knees and wrapped me up like an MMA fighter's death grip, and I began to worry that when I finished she might tear my head off and eat it, like a black widow. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried at the top of her lungs, and I responded spinally, penetrating her as deep as I could. Luckily, I was in the zone: my cock felt like wood, and I was not even close to coming. I was merely an interested observer, marveling at how strongly her pussy gripped me, how perfectly we moved together, and how loudly her Suzie signal was ringing in my head. I had never felt such a connection with anyone. It was almost like masturbation, as I was so connected with her that I could thrust and move just so to please her the most. She came twice more, squeezing me so hard around the shoulders that I had to really work to expand my ribs enough to make a full inhalation. 

Suddenly I was beginning to feel that I might come soon, too. I leaned into her and said in her ear "I am going to come in your mouth, so get ready for me, beautiful, and do your thing with your lips and your lungs to keep me hard!"

I was not sure she heard me, until she put her hands on my thighs and pushed me up out of her, and urged me toward her face, saying loudly "Come in my month, come in my mouth!" I quickly moved to comply, and she groaned and sucked me all the way in her mouth, absolutely trapping me and applying incredible suction. It was a reflex, and I shot almost instantly, and she began to suck me shamelessly, emptying me as soon as I spurted. She did her thing and moved my now empty but turgid dick in and out of her lips rapidly by moving her diaphragm, blowing me up and making me again hard as a rock. I pulled out of her mouth and flipped her over, and plunged my tongue into her ass. She keened and rocked, and I pushed my tongue as far into her little rosebud as I could, and snaked it around inside her like a madman. "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass!" she growled, and I could not refuse a lady. 

I was now in the zone again, and feeling large and in charge. I plunged my cock into her back door, and began giving her the hardest fucking I could manage. Her Suzie screamed at me. She moaned, "Yes!" when each thrust reached the bottom of her bottom. I lost count of the thrusts, but they were all wonderful. She came at least one more time, but it was all becoming a blur to me. Then she said the one thing that was sure to break me out of my reverie, "Finish in my mouth again!" I nodded yes, not sure if she understood that I had acknowledged her, but I needed a lot more friction before I was ready to pop again. I shifted more of my weight up onto the small of her back and got even more penetration from even rougher and more vertical thrusts into her anus, and her Suzie signal became a continuous roar. I drew myself a nasty mental picture of pulling my wet dick out of her hot little ass and immediately sticking it in her sweet little mouth, and suddenly I was ready to come. I jumped up and stood on the floor next to the massage table, turning her head to the side and fucking her mouth roughly. Her Suzie signal said she liked it just as much as I did, and I threw my head back and chanted, "Suck me dry, baby, suck it all out of me!" She did, perfectly, and it could not have been any better. Once I was again fully drained, I lay on the table next to her and kissed her gently. She was crying. So was I, but at least I was not sobbing like she was, I told myself.

.....

Dwight "Dweeb Boy" Ebert hadn't witnessed very many female orgasms close up, but he was sure that all the ones he had just heard were genuine earth shakers, and he already had pictures of that incredibly hot Pliskin girl burned into his brain. He was not sure what kind of noises he had made, but he did realize that everyone in the van was now looking at him expectantly, and that he could not speak right now. He hit the 'auto edit' function on his screen, causing the software to string together an edit with the clear and recognizable words from the recording with three second samples of sounds that were not recognizable as words as filler in between, in chronological order. He hit play and turned up his speakers, so the other agents could hear what he had. There were three seconds of heavy breathing, followed by a husky female voice saying, "Are you ever going to actually touch my pussy?" This was followed by three more seconds of slurping and breathing, followed by the same voice saying, "Damn it! Eat my pussy!" There followed some juicy noises that the computer could not recognize, but all three agents could jealousy visualize exactly what was going on. There was a sneezing noise and then, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" followed by noises that must be just that. Then, the female voice said even more loudly "Come in my month, come in my mouth!" None of the agents was even breathing now, as the subsequent noises were pretty graphic, followed by a loud and growling, "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass!" There were then several grunts of exertion, several hissed "Yes" sounds, some more garbled words and then a hoarse male voice saying "Suck me dry, baby, suck it all out of me!" 

Nobody said a word for 15 seconds. Dwight finally muttered to himself "that fucking lucky freshman son of a bitch!"

.....

I wrapped the dozing Suzanne up in another layer of towel, and then stumbled into the shower and just let the warm water pound me for a few minutes. I shampooed my hair, put in the conditioner that both Lara and Suzanne were both insisting that I use every time, and washed off my body. Then I rinsed out the conditioner and dried off, put on one of Lara's guest robes and padded into the living room. Millie was using the cat o' nine tails on Lara, who was shuddering with excitement and breathing like a steam engine. I could sense Millie's frustration. If someone did to Millie what she was doing to Lara, she would have come ten times already. But Lara was not wired like Millie, and she had been at maximum excitement for at least an hour without surcease, and she was desperate to come. Her Suzie told me she was at her limit of tolerating pain and humiliation. I took the whip from Millie's hands, and told her to go take Suzanne in for a shower and maybe a little ass worship, while I took care of Lara. She gave me a little kiss and headed for the hallway. 

I took Lara's head in my hands and kissed her gently. She was still breathing in a labored manner. Her Suzie said she wanted some hard fucking fast and some tender loving slow, and I was going to give her a mix of both in such a way that she could never be sure what was going to happen next. "Lara, you are so beautiful that sometimes you make me so crazy that I just can't help myself!" I adjusted her legs in the straps on the trapeze, spreading them to a completely exposed and helpless position, and she quivered. I noticed Millie had used hot candle wax on her, and there were red patches on top of both her breasts and her thighs, and welts from the whip on her ass. It gave me a window into what Millie herself wanted, but it wasn't working for Lara. 

I looked her in the eyes and said, "Tell me about Pavel."

She looked surprised, and then began, "I think he lost a challenge to me on purpose so he could be my slave. At first I was flattered, but there was something that made me hold back from him. He kept coming on stronger and inviting me to go out with him after the party. I told him that I already had a date. He asked me what it would take to get me to spend the night with him. When I told him I would have to get permission from you he got all cold and crazy for a minute, then got himself under control. He stayed all tense through the rest of the game. I was glad when the Brazilians lost to me and I had someone else with me besides him. He seemed to be fighting for control all the time, especially when he saw you. I let him kiss me good night after the game. That is all my master will allow. Other men can take me on dates, but all that ever can happen is a good night kiss." She looked wistful. "I belong to my Master and him alone."

"Anything else I should know?"

"You already know I love you, Master!"

.....

Dwight Ebert had perfect coverage of the bedroom, and he could hear every word and every breath perfectly, but he couldn't bring himself to tell the other guys what he was hearing this time, so he just sat with his jaw set, shaking his head. The boss could go back over the tapes, and the guys back at HQ certainly would due to the potential keyword "Pavel" showing up, which the bots had already tagged to the guy the boss called the 'translator' although Dwight thought he looked like a hit man. The boss was over in the corner looking very thoughtful, and then he sent a text message.

.....

I knelt and began gently kissing and licking Lara's ass, worshipping it like we both sometimes did for Suzanne. She sobbed and relaxed a little in the trapeze. I began to smell her pussy in the air, fragrant and delightful. I worked the same routine on her as Suzanne, teasing her and asymptotically approaching her clit and then veering off at the last instant. She strained against the restraints and ropes of the trapeze, trying to get more stimulation than I was allowing her, but could not manage it. I slowly zeroed in on her pussy, very gently blowing on her clit and just barely touching her lips and wonderfully fine and curly blonde pubic hair. Soon it was soaked and dripping with her juice, and I almost wanted to stop and take close up photographs of the light as it reflected off her beautiful curls. Her pussy was dripping wet, and I held my fingers under her to get them fully wet for my next step.

I positioned my longest finger just outside her lovely little rosebud anus, and my thumb right at the entrance to her pussy, and visualized where I was going to clamp my mouth on her clit. Then I said "You may come, Lara!" ramming my thumb and finger into her and sucking her clit into my mouth. I felt her Suzie signal slam into me like an electric shock, so plugged in that I was feeling everything she was. She was counter balanced and the straps of the trapeze were supporting most of her weight. I began using my hand, shoving my thumb further into her pussy and finger further in her ass, gripping her like a bowling ball, to move her clit up and down against my tongue while I just held it still, protruding from my mouth. The resulting pressures were taking her rapidly toward orgasm, and I could feel her screaming Suzie just about to pop. I found the rhythm and pumped her swing over the top, and she screamed loudly as her stored tensions were released, and she squirted profusely at the same time. I tenderly licked her clean and kissed her pussy for a while, and her breathing slowed a bit, and then I slammed my hand into again and lifted her even higher. The Suzie connection was so good that making her come now was almost like picking a lock by feel -- I could just feel her responses like the click of the tumblers dropping into place and know she was about to pop again. 

She screamed again and quivered, and as I knelt to gently lick her sex again, I realized I was suddenly as hard as a baseball bat, if not as big as one. A few more licks and she gushed again on my face, and I loved it as much as she did. I stood again and kissed her face and lips gently, and tears filled her eyes as she smiled at me, and then I put my hands on top of her shoulders and slammed my erection into her just as hard and hot as my legs would push. Her eyes got so wide I was afraid the little loops of muscles at their margins would be damaged, but then she closed them and began to move against me, meeting my rhythm with a sort of spooky expression. I was intending to come in her mouth, but she did two things that made that impossible. First, despite the restraints and the pressure of the ropes holding her weight, she managed to use her amazing tennis trained legs to get a purchase behind my knees and calves and pull me into her with the same kind of death grip that Suzanne had used, but her thighs and calves were even bigger and stronger. Secondly, as soon as her orgasm powered through her, her pussy gripped my dick so hard that if it had been a baseball bat, she would have taken the lettering right off of it. Her Suzie signal blasted into my hindbrain, and that and the pressure of her grip made me come like high pressure hose. I almost passed out, and when my legs folded, I realized she was fully capable of holding me up with her grip on my cock. I had never even imagined a feeling like that. She held me tight with arms and legs and pussy, and we were locked in stillness as I pumped half a dozen squirts into her, and then all motion stopped completely. Except for our hearts, which were beating like trip hammers, hers a few beats per minute faster than mine. Damn but she was amazing. 

We stayed completely still for a few more minutes, and then I held her up and began untying her restraints. She put her arms around my neck and snuggled in under my chin, and I carried her into the bedroom, laying her on the bed. Suzanne and Millie emerged from the bathroom at that point, wrapping their wet hair up in towels, and settling on the bed next to us. Mille laughed, saying, "Now which bitches look so fucking happy?" recalling Suzanne's line from after the game at the party, and all three girls giggled. I snuggled in between them, but sadly, no one seemed very interested in my nipples. 

The girls were soon snoozing contentedly, and I went to the kitchen and drank about two liters of cold water, which I desperately needed. There were grapes in the fridge and I inhaled half of those. I went back into the living room and gathered up my Master costume, and suddenly remembered the camera in the helmet. I wondered if its camera was jammed by the stuff our host, Spear Overtop, supposedly had installed in his house. I popped the micro SD card and put it the slot in my phone, figuring I would look at the pictures later to see how they turned out. I got a text from Oiler, saying he needed to meet with me Monday night about the last minute F1 visitors, and suggesting that I come to dinner at the UDP house, an invitation that I accepted. He said Esmeralda Estigoy and Oiler's girlfriend Gretchen were going to join us, too. I had sent him the list of visitors that Lara's dad had forwarded to her, and asked him to do some research on them and figure out what we could show them that would unique and more interesting than the standard stuff that the other tour groups would be getting. I did not know before then that Oiler was a major automotive technology and Formula One nut, and he was now committed to giving them the time of their lives, and making some contacts of his own. It would be interested to find out what he had in mind. 

I put on my regular clothes, and sat watching the NFL game until Suzanne was ready to go. I kissed Lara and Millie goodbye, told them about the creeps I had seen hanging out at Suzanne's apartment building on weekends and the need to escort her home. I took Lara aside and told her about why Millie had been so tough on her and so frustrated, and she got a funny expression on her face. As we left, I heard her say, "Millie, come here, slut! It's time for some trapeze training for you." Maybe I should stay and watch, instead of having a talk with Suzanne? Suzanne's car was in the visitor's space for Lara's apartment, and when we rolled out of the garage onto the street we did not notice the cable TV van that pulled out about the same time. 

.....

Senior Agent Jones had been working through a lot of scenarios in his head, and he was finishing up his planning as they followed Suzanne Pliskin's car out of the garage. He could still hear his old training officer saying "accomplish the mission goals without ever being there" meaning leaving no evidence that you were ever there, since you were no such agent, and there was no such agency. Even though he had been recruited 15 years ago, his official employment was still with the Department of Agriculture, he had a generic 2.4 digit numbered office and a parking space there that he had never visited, and his parents and his current girlfriend still thought he was some sort of middle management bureaucrat, administering farm subsidies and going to agriculture trade shows all over country and the world. Dwight the Dweeb Boy was carried on the org chart as a 'crop analyst' for crying out loud. He also didn't realize that if they had bugged the limo he would have already heard from Suzanne the clue he needed to figure out what the Russians were up to, and that most of his planning scenarios were invalid. 




My Only Talent Ch. 13



Subject Pliskin's old used car pulled into the parking lot of a nondescript apartment building a few miles from campus, in a much less tony neighborhood than the apartment tower they had just left. It looks like the ambassador had taught his daughter how to avoid standing out from the crowd, at least until she started hanging out with this 'Master' punk. Subjects Pliskin and Roberts exited the car and climbed the stairs to her second floor apartment, as the driver pulled the van into an open space right under the utility pole that carried all the cable TV and internet connections for the building. Using the external video to sweep their surroundings, Dwight Ebert noticed some 'low riders' hanging out playing boom boom conjunto rap music from huge speakers installed in their car. But something seemed a little funny about them. The guys had plain black leather shoes instead of trendy kicks, their dance motions were pretty wooden, and they had no tats. He fired up his ELINT suite and scanned the car and these 'latin homies', hoping for more insight. One of the other agents used the boom on the truck to hang a packet sniffer on the pole, and the other set up the audio bugs.

..... When we got upstairs, Suzanne fired up her computer, and I looked over her shoulder. She didn't have Windows, but some fancy Linux shell. She didn't log into Gmail or the ESU email server, but used some sort of application called 'shadow boxer VPN and proxy' that took several minutes to finally bring up a browser and an email client. She checked her email and saw nothing special, then suggested I try to see if we got any email from the party. I used the browser to log into the 'Master321' account first and found 9 new emails; from Penelope Peters Perabo, Pavel, George and Tammy Wynette, Paulo and Astrid, Spear Overtop, Winifred Wimmers, one each from Erminia and Sapiento Gallo, and one from Vaya Perez. The other '321' accounts had no activity.

Suzanne guffawed "My, that's a lot of message traffic for one party!"

.....

Dwight's fellow agent was stymied. The Pliskin girl had logged into a virtual private network and cloud anonymiser set up by the IT division of a big private security contractor. It was located offshore and had maximum legal encryption with no agency back door and it would take even the big iron back at HQ a day or two to break it, and it was undoubtedly recommended by her father for just that reason. They had no keyboard trapper installed, and the girl used no wireless at all, not that it would help in this situation. She was probably getting email, but from whom? They could search all the email servers that they did have backdoor access to, but what were they searching for? He sighed and began inputting terms for one of the agency search expander programs, starting with known email addresses for people that had attended the party. He kicked it off and then turned to tell the boss the bad news.

.....

"Which one do you want to fuck, er, ah, I mean, read first, my animal?" She laughed at me wickedly.

I decided to take them in the order received. Penelope's was very formal, inviting me and any and all of the girls to lunch with her, to discuss 'future social occasions' that might interest us. It sounded almost like the way my grandmother would proposition somebody, perish the thought. 

Suzanne was reading over my shoulder. "I suppose we should start with high tea, then early afternoon cocktails, followed by strip poker, perhaps?"

It struck me funny, and I laughed nervously, and then opened the one from Pavel. It was a not so subtly veiled insult, implying that Lara needed a man instead of a boy and offering to 'fill her obvious need' instead of me. Thanks a lot you Russkie piece of shit.

Suzanne finished about the same time I did. "Ugh! Creep status confirmed!"

George and Tammy were inviting Suzanne and me to a 'full time cabana party' at the house they were renting for the week before and the week after the F1 race, indicating that they would dedicate a guest bedroom for us if we would stay a few days, to help us 'get a real feel for them' while they were in Texas. There was an attached photo of the two of them that looked like something from an adult dating site. 

Suzanne laughed, and reached around to pinch my nipples, and then whispered in my ear, "Let's file that one as 'under consideration' until after our little talk tonight, animal!"

I opened the email from Paulo and Astrid, which started with a clear statement that they wanted nothing to do with Pavel and that I should not associate them with Pavel in any way. They did want to make crystal clear that they both wished to submit to Lara and me and serve us in any and every way we desired and commanded them to; either while they were in town for the race, if we invited them back to town later at our convenience, or should we ever wish to visit them and be their guests at their home in Brazil. They attached a very explicit picture of them together on their knees, naked, looking up at the camera expectantly.

Suzanne made a funny noise as she read along with me. "Oh, my, our friend Paulo is certainly excited by the prospect of submission, and he is packing some big iron there, animal, and I think Astrid's breasts and nipples are even bigger than Lara's. Would you like to play with what they are offering? I sure might! Have you ever been to Brazil? Let's put that on our discussion list!"

Our hosts email was understated, but amazing in its own way. He thanked us for attending his party, said that he would be so forward as to expect that we would respond positively to further invitations, and he also told us we could use his 'party house' should we want to have a party of our own, to which he would expect to be invited to if he was in town. "It must have been your dazzling smile, Suzanne."

She smiled. "Actually, I think he liked all of us, but he paid the most attention to Millie."

Winifred Wimmers' email made a sort of sideways pitch to find out my political leanings, and invited me to a reception and election night victory party to be held Tuesday for James Craig's opponent, who was solidly leading in all the polls. I was a little disappointed it was not a little more personal. "Why, I thought she wanted to add me to her string of conquests and leave me behind worn out and with a broken heart!" I said plaintively. "Do you want to go to the reception?"

Suzanne laughed. "You aren't even old enough for her yet! I hear that she likes 'em to be at least 21 before she harvests their young bodies! I would like to go to the party, as long as we don't stay too late."

Sapiento Gallo's email was very formal, even more so than Penelope's. It reiterated his desire for me to help his wife, and his open acceptance of that. It was a very formal and genteel way to say 'it is okay with me for you to fuck my wife if it makes her happy, but I don't want to watch' and I was of two minds about it. It seemed in part unselfish and realistic, but it also made me really uncomfortable. If I was in Sapiento's shoes, I don't think I could do the same thing, but then I was an eighteen year old with raging hormones and he was pushing ninety and hopefully wiser. 

I had forgotten that Suzanne was reading over my shoulder, until she sighed loudly, maybe being just as torn as I was about it. I decided to ask her, "What do you think?"

She sighed again. "He really loves her, and if they were closer in age I would say she should just shut her sexuality down and remain faithful to him."

I spoke without thinking first, "Like you did for Mike?"

Her face froze for moment, and then she said, "Well, I definitely shut myself down, for three years, and it was driving me toward depression and maybe worse. I'm not sure what would have happened to me if you hadn't shaken me loose, so to speak!"

I waited, but she said nothing else. "Do you think I should try to help her?"

She laughed. "You certainly helped me! But now I am getting to be as horny a little devil as you, and we have to talk about that. But yes, I think you and Millie should be the ones to touch her and train her, and I would like to talk to her before you do."

I opened Erminia's email next. It simply said that she had Sapiento's blessing and that she would submit herself to me unconditionally for training on whatever schedule I should specify, and requested that it begin immediately. She and Sapiento had already leased a home here in the capitol, and she would be there whenever I asked her to be, and for as long as it took. 

Suzanne spoke first "Wow! That's pretty straightforward. Wonder where the house is?

Vaya Perez's email had two themes. The first was a perfunctory request to interview me on camera as an ESU student about the AG situation, to get a student take on the upcoming elections, with the built in understanding that I might decline. The second was a request to meet for drinks, off the record and strictly on background, with no mention of me in any story she might do, now or later. That was an interesting offer for a reporter to make. Suzanne was just a beat behind me in her reading, and she snorted "I can almost feel her hand on your leg, animal! Do you like it?

"I need to think about all this for a while before I reply to any of these emails. Meanwhile there is something else to look at." I took the SD card out of my phone and slipped it into the multifunction card reader in the front of Suzanne's computer. Her photo gallery app was a lot faster than mine, and soon dozen of photos from the 'batman cam' in my Master costume popped up as thumbnails on the screen. Most seemed to be blurry and out of focus, and I clicked on a few that were very out of focus, but about one in every 10 or 20 seemed to be okay. There were some clear views of the party, and even one of the underground subway. There were also a very clear picture of Pavel, Paulo, and Astrid with Lara emerging from the game area, and another at the brunch that showed Pavel with his group of 'associates', bathed in sunlight and in perfect focus. In fact, all the pictures from the brunch turned out fine. 

Suzanne reached over and hit a keyboard command, and a text window popped up underneath each photo, with data like camera ID, time taken, exposure, GPS location, and several other things. She studied it for a minute, and said, "Spear Overtop was not just jamming the cell phone signals, he was also using infrared and ultrasonic sources to confuse the autofocus of the cameras. We got lucky, the camera in your mask used both ultrasonic and visible light for autofocus, and when the ultrasonic was confused it used visible light data alone. Most cell phone cameras would only have one good shot out of 100, just by random selection, but you got more like one in twenty." She dragged the whole folder over to copy it, then said "May I send just the shot of Pavel and his crew to my father? Pavel makes all my alarms go off and I want to see if he has come to the government's attention already."

I thought about of for two seconds, hoping that perhaps that Russkie piece of shit was on one of those lists that got you a one way ticket to Gitmo. "Sure, let's find out who he really is and what he is up to!" 

Suzanne zipped the picture using a public key private key encryption app, along with a text file that briefly said where we had taken the picture, what the limo drivers had said, what she had overhead Pavel say in a Russian with a Tartar accent, and that she had a very bad feeling about him. Then she looked at the clock for a minute, scribbled on a pad of paper, and then wrote down a completely gobbledygook email address full of letters and punctuation marks, typed it into the address line, and sent the message. 

Then she looked me soulfully in the eyes, saying, "What exactly happens when Millie follows you into the bathroom at night?" Her timing was good, because all the water I had downed at Lara's had moved through, and my bladder was very full. 

I laughed. "Heel, slut, and I will teach you another way to serve me!" I snapped my fingers and headed toward the bathroom. She hesitated a moment, then got on all fours and followed me just behind and to the left. I stood in front of the toilet bowl, unzipped, and began my race horse imitation, loosening up my dick and taking time to aim properly. I looked over at Suzanne, kneeling just to my left, and saw she was holding her mouth open with her tongue up against her upper lip, with her eyes glued to my dick. I decided that I better hurry up and finish peeing before I got too much of a hard on to do it. I began, and produced a satisfyingly voluminous stream. Suzanne had lived years in France, and other countries in Europe, so she lacked Millie's original inherently American, almost Victorian attitude toward male urination, but even so I detected some shock, shame, and then prurient interest as I tuned into her Suzie. 

She knelt transfixed until I finished, and I fought my habit of shaking, and presented my still wet dick to her lips. "Lick me clean, slave!" 

Her gaze stayed on my dick for a moment, with an expression of complete shock on her face, and then she looked up at me and gave me a look that I interpreted as 'you are right on the edge of big trouble Mister', but then she got a look that was sort of a simulacrum of Millie's hot but haughty one. Then she snaked out her tongue and licked me in the same teasing way that Millie did, going on far longer than was required for the task at hand, but I was not a about to complain. Then a very self satisfied look crossed her features, and she got up and headed toward the kitchen saying, "I am going to heat up some supper for us while you contemplate your responses to all those emails, and also get ready for our little talk." 

I heard her moving things around and running water, and then the oven door opening and closing. I sat on the couch and looked out the window. Suzanne soon emerged from the kitchen, sat on my lap, and proceeded to give me a through and wonderful kissing, then said "It really did turn me on, but you are a truly nasty boy! It was every bit as disturbing as Millie said!" and then she smiled wickedly. The timer dinged in the kitchen and she got up to finish off supper. She put everything out on the table and I joined her, and we had a wonderful 'King Ranch' casserole of chicken, cheese, tortillas, sour cream, tomatoes and jalapeño peppers, sort a Tex-Mex chicken lasagna. I was hungrier than I realized, and was soon completely absorbed in wolfing down my dinner. 

Suzanne watched me closely as she ate, and when we finished I did the cleanup and put everything in the dishwasher. By the time I was done, she was standing in the bedroom door wearing some sort of lingerie thing that altered my circulation as soon as I saw it. I guess she was trying to position things before our discussion, too. I took off my shirt, picked her up and kissed her sweetly, and put her down on the bed, encouraging her to put her head on my chest, and/or play with my nipples. Surprisingly, she did, complete with another soulful look and her tongue stuck up against her upper lip. Damn, but she was playing all her cards tonight.

I just waited for her to begin. I knew she would. "Robbie, you know how I feel about you?" She almost never called me Robbie, and that put me on alert. "But how do you feel about me, really?"

It was my turn to laugh. "Women can be so dense sometimes! You should know that if I hadn't given you that 'dump me anytime for free' card when we first met, I would have already fallen for you hopelessly. But I am not sure how you really feel about me."

She looked funny, confused. "You saved my life, you idiot. How do you think I feel? I care enough about you to trust you with everything. I have no secrets from you, and I feel like I can tell you anything without worrying about my confidences being betrayed. That's why I need to tell you about the fantasies I have been having!"

I waited. She gathered her thoughts and began again. "You like the way my breasts look, right?"

Wow. Where did that come from? "I like the way you look in toto, Suzanne. Your looks and body are practically perfect!"

She smiled, and then tried to adopt a neutral expression. "But you like Lara's breasts, too. She must be a 38D, compared to my little 34C cups. Don't you like big breasts?"

Where was she going with this? "Of course I like Lara's breasts. You like them to!"

She laughed. "I do. I like that they are big and they fill up my mouth and my hands. Don't you like that, too?"

I was lost. "I like everything about Lara, just as I do with you."

She paused again, and then smiled. "But when you play with Lara's breasts, it doesn't mean that you think they are better than mine, or that you never want mine again because they are smaller, it's just that Lara's are a little bigger, and a little different experience, right?"

Logic told me to say yes, but something told me to keep my mouth shut.

Lara continued. "have you ever looked at a woman with really big breasts, like, say, 44DD, and a really big bubble butt booty call ass, and wondered what it would feel like to touch them, kiss them, suck on them, and maybe what it would feel like to pound up against that big thing?"

I knew I shouldn't but I was being honest, and said, "Yes, sometimes."

"But if you did those things, to satisfy your curiosity, and even if you really liked it and it really got you off, you still wouldn't want just that girl in the future, and not want Lara or me anymore, would you?"

Alarm bells were ringing in my head, but I was still not sure why. "I can't imagine not wanting either one of you, ever."

She smiled again. "I feel the same way about you!"

She paused, and then said, "Have you had a woman like that, Animal, with huge teats or a really big ass? Was it as good as you fantasized before hand? Did it get you off?"

Now I was in trouble, and I knew it. "And if I had?"

"You still came back to me didn't you? You didn't lose your feelings for me, even if you wanted to try something a little different for a little while?"

Oh Shit. I was speechless, but I knew what was next. 

She looked a little guilty, and then started again, "You woke me back up, Robbie. I was shut down, shut off, and miserable and you made me alive and happy again. But you also awakened some fantasies. I never knew how much I liked being with other women, until you introduced me to Lara, and then Millie. I never knew how amazing being dominated and being completely submissive to a man could make me feel until you showed me. And now I am having some other recurring daydreams, and night dreams, about some things that I now realize that I want to try. And I promised you and myself that I would always be honest with you about sex. So that's what I am doing now."

I was thunderstruck. "What exactly do you want, Suzanne?" I was pole axed, and struggling to keep my head above water. Then I realized I did have one talent that might help me. I opened up my Suzie signal receiver, and tuned in, making a connection instantly. She was feeling guilt and excitement, humiliation and anticipation, all at the same time. I focused on her modulation, and saw her on her knees, looking up at two cocks, not just one, and one larger than the other. 

I was watching for other images when she spoke again. "I want to get on my knees and have two cocks to suck!" She said, feeling better for having said it out loud. "I want to try out a really big one, too, to see how it feels. And I want to get it in the pussy and the ass from two real and warm cocks at once, not a cold plastic dildo. And I really, really want to get on my hands and knees and take one in my mouth and one in my pussy. I think about that all the time!"

Sure enough, her Suzie carrier served up the modulated images of just what she was describing, with the final scene of her making the 'push-me-pull-you" with a cock on each end sending her around the bend with excitement. The good news, if you could call it that, was that in all the images that I saw her project, one of the two dicks always seemed to be attached to me, and the other one was a larger anonymous dick with no face associated with it. 




My Only Talent Ch. 13



I couldn't say a thing, but she kept talking. "Then I want to switch and take the one from my pussy and take it in my mouth and vice versa, and then switch back again!" She was like a compulsive confessor, and now I really wanted her to shut up, so I could crawl under the floor and disappear. Desperate to find more good news, I saw that her Suzie signal carried only raw excitement and what she had described out loud, not the distorted ugliness and twenty guys standing in line to fuck her like Melanie's repulsive signal had carried. 

I was just listening to myself breathe, and was otherwise paralyzed. But she kept going, "I don't want it just once with some anonymous risky guys, I want it multiple times with you and with someone we both trust and respect, just like we both feel about Lara. But I don't expect you to do anything with the other guy. I don't think you are wired like that, and it doesn't turn me on to think about that. I don't know why. Watching you fuck Lara or Millie makes me hot as hell, and I just want you more, but the idea of watching you with another guy does nothing for me."

Thank goodness for small favors. I could still inhale and exhale, but I still could not talk. She could. "I want it to be someone you like as a friend, too, and someone that you approve of for me. And I will wait until you are on board and we find someone like that." Thanks a lot.

Somehow I found my voice, "You not only want to make me watch you do this and join in, you want to make me pick the other guy, the guy with a bigger cock than me, for you?" I did not have to add 'you disgusting whore' because my tone of voice made that clear.

She blinked, and tears began to fall. 'Yes you idiot! I don't want it with two other guys; I want it with you and an ancillary cock. An accessory, a much less important bit player, a 'meat puppet' like you offered to be for me not so long ago! But you are so much more than that now. You are now important enough to me that I have tell you everything and this is something I want. I want to have the same kind of deal you have with Lara and me. Don't you think I could find two new guys to bang me from both ends if I wanted to?"

I answered without thinking. "In a heartbeat, but that's not who you are! But I don't know if doing this with you is who I am either! What if you like it so much you never want me alone again?"

She cried again. "I spent two weeks planning how to tell you and make you see that that would never happen. It's the equivalent of you banging some with chick huge breasts and a big ass in your wild and crazy college days just to see what it's like, not like you are going to run off and marry the girl! Unfortunately I was in sexual suspended animation during most of what should have been my wild college days, until some hot young guy with a great ass not only woke me up but made me come like I never dreamed possible. And you have to admit you did an amazing job of finding Lara and Millie, two of the hottest and most wonderful and trustworthy women out there, so I figure you would find somebody much better than I could ever find myself."

Shit. I hate it when she makes sense, but I had to keep fighting. "I have a feel for picking women, they interest me, they turn me on, I love everything about them! But I don't have that kind of feel for guys. When I walk around on campus, roughly 1/3 of all the girls I see start me wondering what they would look like naked and what it would be like to touch them. That has never happened with even a single guy! And I have never had an instant's desire to see some other guy doing my best girl!"

"I don't expect you to want to fuck them. I just expect you to find 'a good guy' who is a 'safe bet' for me and eliminate the risky losers. Am I really your 'best girl' Robbie?"

"You should know that by now, you slut, but I wanted you to be a slut for me only!"

"Shouldn't reciprocity apply?"

Damn it sometimes smart girls can be a pain. My stomach was churning, my emotions were roiling, and suddenly her Suzie signal made it clear that she was getting horny again, and I realized I was to. What the hell was going on here?

She was still arguing her case, "Back when we humans all roamed the savannah every night, just trying to maximize our gene content in future generations, men and women copulated openly with several partners each night, and may the best sperm win!"

I grabbed her shoulders. "Yes, but since then we have developed civilization, agriculture, the horse collar, the germ concept of disease, and the nuclear family. I would never form a family with anyone without a clear understanding that mine are the only swimmers that ever get into to pool to compete, so to speak!"

Her eyes flashed, "And you can also only swim in one pool?"

Damn it sometimes smart girls can be a pain.

.....

Dwight the Dweeb had perfect microphone coverage in the apartment bedroom, but he almost wished he didn't. This Pliskin chick was beautiful, and very sexy, but boy was she ever high maintenance. Being with somebody like her would be amazing, but you couldn't help but fall for her and then she comes up with this shit to break your heart. Maybe he didn't envy this freshman so much after all. He continued to think about it for a minute when the tactical alert tone went off on the boss's phone. He had only heard that tone twice before in the last five years, and both times it had meant trouble. 

Senior agent Smith read the message on his phone, and then looked at the attached picture. He was very glad he had already sent a sitrep that included their recognizing Ambassador Pliskin's daughter at the party with the unidentified Russian crew, and Sapiento Gallo's entourage. The agency apparently had another asset at the party, one that had produced a crystal clear high resolution photo of the Russians, thoughtfully posed together. The facial recognition programs at the agency had gone off like a slot machine hitting the jackpot. The guy they called the 'translator' was using the name 'Pavel' but was identified as a high level mob enforcer and team leader from Omsk. The guys with him were former Russian Special Forces types who had been implicated by Interpol in several kidnappings for hire in Europe and the Middle East, and the agency suspected they may be going after Sapiento Gallo or his wife. More teams were on the way, but they were tasked to stay glued on Pliskin's daughter until further notice and report hourly.

Dwight's phone beeped a 'normal' tone, and he had a reply to his inquiry about the supposed low riders in the parking lot. They were Texas Rangers, undercover, and the agency thought they were originally watching the blonde's girl's apartment and then followed the Pliskin girl here on a previous occasion. At least they weren't spotting for the Russian crew. 

.....

Suzanne had stepped up her attention to my nipples, making very hard for me to get up and leave. Soon she was gently kissing my nipples and running her hands all over me, and it was making me crazy. She looked at me, holding her tongue up against her top teeth, and then said, "Why don't you just lay there and think about it for a while?" She was soon unbuttoning my pants and caressing my cock, and had my full and undivided attention. She proceeded to give me a slow and sensuous, patient and teasing blow job better than the best I have ever had. She would get me right to the edge then back off and kiss my navel for a while, come back up and kiss my nipples, then my mouth, and then move back down and really suck me down hard all the way into her throat and bring me to edge again. It was amazing. I relaxed and tuned into her Suzie signal, and realized that when she came up to kiss my mouth, she was imagining that she was about to go down on a second, different cock, then coming back up and switching over to mine, then alternating again. She was turned on as hell, and I was getting all the benefits, at least for now. 

The next time she moved up to my mouth, I said "Do you want me to talk in a different voice when you switch cocks, to make it more realistic for you?" Her eyes snapped open and her expression was a combination of embarrassment and excitement. But by that time I was thinking as much with my dick as with my brain. I grabbed her head and pushed it back down to my crotch, saying, "You better do a good job on both cocks, slut!" Her breath whistled through her nose, and then she worked on my dick even more frantically than before.

Soon she signaled that she was desperate to have me come, and she sucked me like a starving calf, breaking through all my resistance and swallowing everything I could shoot. She kept her mouth glued to me and began her patented instant penis revival process, and swung her legs up and planted her pussy right on my mouth. I guess I could not refuse a lady. She was wet and frantic and tasty, and I lost myself in her, forgetting all about Suzie signals, fantasies, and future problems. Two hours later, she was driving me back to campus, and for the first time I noticed the cable TV van. Hadn't I seen it parked in the parking lot earlier, along with the boom box low rider guys?

I didn't make my 10 PM bedtime, but I wasn't too late, and I slept like a dead zombie. Despite the wonderful supper, I was ravenous when I awoke, and was Johnny on the spot at early breakfast. So was Nora, and we began talking as we went through the buffet line.

"Hey beautiful, How was your trip to Lubbock?"

She smiled, "It was good. I was not the most enthusiastic football fan, but I enjoyed to trip a lot. I think I am catching on to the rules of the game, and I was not even up on rugby until I came to school here. One of the other girls suggested I rent 'Friday Night Lights' for more insight into the cultural significance of football in Texas. I have never heard of anyone throwing thousands of tortillas on the field before!"

I laughed. "That's mostly a Lubbock thing, and in Arkansas sometimes it's bottles."

She told me a little more about the trip, and I realized I was fascinated in listening to her. Finally she paused and I said, "I want you to come home with me for Thanksgiving holiday so you aren't stuck here alone!" 

Her eyes grew wide, and she looked frankly shocked. "What about Lara and Suzanne?"

"Well, Suzanne is going to spend Thanksgiving with Mike's family." Nora made an unpleasant face. "Lara's dad is coming here for the football game, but I want to see my family, and it's a little tougher for my grandparents to travel than it used to be, so I am heading home. We will watch the football game at home on TV, and we'd love to have you there with us."

"That's sweet, but I don't' want to impose, and..."

"No imposition at all, in fact you will have to pitch in to help cook, taking some of the load off my grandmother. And I really need someone to ride home with me, because the girl I am riding with would be totally insufferable if I had to be trapped alone with her for the whole trip up and back. Plus my older sister is spending Thanksgiving with her fiancé's family, so you would be distracting my mother from missing her so much. We have a nice guest room ready for you, too. Can you be ready to leave the Wednesday before Thanksgiving at noon?"

She smiled, and her almost squelched Suzie leaked excitement, warmth and acceptance. "I am really welcome?"

"Absolutely, and Suzanne would kill me if I let you stay here alone. You are our friend, whatever else happens in the future."

"Okay." She looked incredibly pleased, and it made me happy that she did. "And by the way, I got a call from your friend Strelsa over the weekend, inviting us to dinner with her and Gunther at their apartment. I reiterated that you and I were friends, but you were dating Suzanne, and told her she should call and invite the two of you. So you should expect that call."

I gave her a hug, which was returned with more fervor than ever before, and a further hint of some leaking Suzie, and then I headed for my Rhetoric and Composition class, hoping to get there early to talk to Sarah. She was there early, too.

"Hey there!" she smiled at me as she said it. "How was your weekend?"

"Busy, but mostly it was very good! I went to a fantastic party, but my date got mad at me!"

"I went to the best party I have ever been to. Did you party a little too hard? Get too drunk?"

I smiled. I was going to have some fun with her, hoping she had not recognized me at the party. "No, I don't drink!"

She smiled again. "Oh, yeah, and you don't smoke or chase women either, I suppose?"

I laughed again. "I don't drink, smoke, or do dope, but I do chase women, and that's what got me in trouble with my date." I leaned close to her conspiratorially, and said "You see, there was this super hot girl at the party, so hot that I couldn't stop looking at her, and that's what got me in trouble. She was dressed up like a Playboy bunny, one of my childhood fantasies, so to speak, and she was smoking hot looking! But she had this real dork of a date, dressed up like Hugh Hefner, and she was much too wonderful to be with a loser like that!"

Sarah looked around and then back at me, as if trying to figure out if I was serious or not. Then she got this very pleased looking expression on her face, and I sensed her Suzie cranking up and crowing. She leaned even closer to me, and said, "What were you thinking about when you were looking at this girl?"

I looked around like I was worried someone was watching, and I leaned over and whispered in her ear, almost touching it, "Promise you won't be shocked or offended?"

She laughed. "Okay."

I realized the bell was just about to ring, and said, "I wanted to rip that costume off of her and lick every inch of her!" and then walked in to the class room, leaving her standing with her mouth open, which gave me some ideas. The class was not nearly as interesting as those ideas, but it was a whole new set of famous books and chapters analyzing them, with several assigned papers, all to be finished before Thanksgiving break. It was time for me to buckle down for a while and pay attention. When class ended, Sarah buttonholed me in the hall. 

"So this party you went to, was it a costume party?"

"Yes."

"What did you go as?"

"Well, I went with a date and two friends. I had on a black leather suit that I would call a BDSM outfit, and they had one red and white ones, plus one girl had a very skimpy metal jewelry costume. Her eyes got as big as saucers, but I said "I have to get to my next class", and her Suzie signal resounded through the hallway. I sure hope Ms. Wyrickie, our hot TA, made her smoke free goal, because that would mean that the three of us would get together soon.

Professor Lillehammer took delight in laying out a whole new and challenging set of material, complete with lots or reading and some engineering 'cases' to be written up, also to be completed before Thanksgiving. He also told us about a meeting Tuesday at 5 for the engineering department's 'distributed education' program, where you worked for a semester, then attended school for two, then worked again. It gave students some real work experience, and gave both students and prospective employers a chance to try out a working relationship before making a long term commitment. When class ended, he made a point of telling me that he really wanted me to attend that meeting. I hope it didn't last too long, so I could still go to the election night reception. 

I dashed over to the track, skipping lunch, and got my initial seven miles in before Suzanne arrived and fell into step next to me. "Hello, my animal. Did you get enough breakfast?"

"I hope so, because I am skipping lunch." 

We ran silently for a while, then she said "Have you thought about what we talked about last night?"

"Yes, but I haven't reached any conclusions yet."

"Okay. Let me know. Do you think you would be ready to try to make 15 miles beginning next week?"

"Maybe, why?"

"Because I would like to see you get to 15 as a habit for three weeks or so, and there is a marathon coming up in December that I would like us both to enter, so you can say you have done it, and I can be proud of you!"

We ran for a few more minutes in silence, and then I said, "Nora is coming home with me for Thanksgiving, and it will really help to have her take some of the load off my grandmother. She seemed very pleased with the invitation. It should work out fine!"  

I made my afternoon classes and used the time in between to attack all the new material that had been assigned. I was famished by 4 PM, and was looking forward to some of UDP's usual excellent fare for dinner tonight. I blocked out all my assignments from my first day back to MWF classes, and it looked like I could get things done. I started walking over to UDP at 5, and there was a real chill in the air, fall having arrived completely. The capitol city didn't really have much of a winter; it only snowed about every three years, and only stayed on the ground once in five. But it looked like there would be good cool football weather for Saturday's game.

About halfway to UDP, my phone rang. It was Lara, calling about Millie. "Can you come over here and help me with Millie? I promised her some time on her 'fuck rug' and she is insatiable! She needs to be pounded."

"I am on my way to the UDP port to meet with Oiler about the schedule for your dad's last minute F1 group. I am asking them to move mountains to make this happen, so I have to be there!"

She sighed. "Why to they call it the UDP 'port' instead of a 'house' like every other frat does?"

"It's nerd thing, beautiful. It's one of those inside jokes."

"Okay. But what should I do with Millie. She is wearing me out!"

"What did you do to get her off Sunday night after we left?"

"I tied her up to the trapeze and whipped her ass, used the candle wax, spanked the bottom of her feet, everything she tried with me and more. It got her off like crazy, and I can't believe she can come like that from pain, but she does. She literally made a puddle on the floor under the trapeze. She really lived up to her 'wet spot' nickname. But I swear today she even more demanding than ever!"

"Turn it around on her, beautiful. Make her serve you. She also gets off to being dominated and humiliated, even without the pain. Make her worship your ass for an hour. Tie her hands behind her back painfully and make her kiss your sweet little blond pussy for another hour, and then whip her ass and tell her she is doing a lousy job and needs to try harder. She will love it and so will you." Lara laughed. "It worked on me didn't it?"

I realized there was a girl walking behind me that had been listening to my side of conversation. I finished up with Lara, saying, "It sure did work on you and that was one of the greatest things that ever happened to me, beautiful!" Lara drew in a sharp breath and sounded like she was about to cry. "I am just walking into UDP. Can I call you later to see how it went?"

She drew in another deep breath. "You know you can do anything you want, Master. I love you."

I looked around at the girl, and she avoided my eyes, but I made a point to make eye contact with her, and smiled. She looked worried and uncomfortable as I mounted the steps at the front of the UDP house. She stopped right at the threshold, and then watched me walk in, and I realized that she was planning on going in as well. I held the door open for her, and she walked in, eyes down toward the floor at all times. I was a few minutes early before dinner. Cisco was sitting on one of the couches in the entry hall, and stood up to greet me. 

"Hey, Robbie, have I ever got a story to tell you!"

"Hey, Cisco! How was your weekend?" He stopped and looked behind me at the girl that had come in through the door. 




My Only Talent Ch. 13



"Hello, you must be Cindy Nelson! I'm Cisco. Mei Ling is the dining hall. Go down the main hall (he pointed) take the second left. I'll join y'all in just I minute."

She smiled and followed his directions. He motioned for me to sit on the couch with him for a moment. "That's one of Mei Ling's friends; she is going to help us with the F1 tour. She is a recent ESU graduate who has started her own event organizer firm and wants the chance to meet some potential clients."

He sat back, crossed his legs and looked very self-satisfied. "Speaking of Mei-Ling, your advice proved not just good, but spectacular. l already thought she was the hottest and most wonderful woman I had ever met, but when I came on so strong with her the way you told me to, she melted like ice cream on a hot day. It was the most amazing sex I have ever had, and she must have come a dozen times. I could not believe it. When I tied her hands behind her, I was afraid she was going to break both my legs, and we both knew she could do it if she wanted to. But she got down on her knees and started dripping like a leaky faucet. I followed your advice, and told her she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I was going to have my way with her. She opened up like a blooming flower. I am the happiest guy on the planet, and I owe you big time!"

I gave him the URL of the website where Lara had found her special collar, and told him to get her an understated collar as a present. "That's a great idea!" he said, "I'll put her initials on it!"

I smiled, saying,"You're not thinking like a Master, Cisco! Put a little heart symbol on it with your initials. Trust me!"

He smiled widely, and we walked toward the dining hall. Oiler was already there, gazing adoringly at Gretchen, and he introduced me formally to Cindy Nelson, who had trouble meeting my gaze. I wonder if Mei Ling had told her about her weekend with Cisco, or what she saw when I picked up Millie at the Bi Phi house for her second 'coming out' party. We all went through the serving line together, with Oiler leading the way and making sure everyone was introduced. I was hoping for fried chicken, but it was not to be. They did have abundant servings of corn beef and cabbage, navy beans, and fresh cantaloupe with strawberries. I stopped after two loaded plates, feeling pretty satisfied. 

Oiler led the way to one of their small meeting rooms, and laid out his vision of what the visit should encompass. Oiler was nothing if not thorough, and his research was amazingly productive. I did not want to speculate that perhaps he hacked into a few email accounts or browser histories to get the straight skinny on what really interested the attendees, because I really didn't want to know. He also apparently had managed to get the detailed itineraries of almost all the other F1 tour groups, so he could make sure ours was truly differentiated. 

The largest subset of the group was hardcore mechanical engineering types, and he had conspired with Professor Lillehammer, the UDP faculty sponsor, to wow that bunch. The professor was a reviewer for one of the most prestigious ME journals, and recalled a recent article that he had read that had not yet been published about the research one of the tour group members had done on brake system cooling in F1 cars. He hooked Oiler up with the director of the visualization lab at the supercomputing center to do a simulation and visualization right out of the 'suggestions for future work' from that paper, directly relevant to racing and literally state of the art. The university wanted some joint projects with the F1 crowd, too. They would make about a very intense 2 hour engineering presentation to the group, and then take them for an 'insider' tour of the football stadium, which was not offered to any other group even though one of the local backers of the F1 track was a big ESU football fan. This would be followed by lunch at the university club, and then a tour of the materials research labs that had the most to promise for racing. The plan was to have this group join the others for a final evening meal that brought them all together. 

The next largest group, three foursomes worth, wanted to play golf, and Mei Ling had already tapped Dana to arrange things for the University golf club, complete with two famous ESU alums who were also well known PGA touring pros, Dana as the ladies star, and a male ESU freshman that had done very well in the last two US opens. It looked like that was handled. I would be perfectly happy just to watch Dana play from close up, and I assumed a group of horny Europeans would too. It was too bad the weather would likely be too cool for her to wear a halter top. 

The final, smaller group, that Oiler called 'The Culture Set' was interested in two things: seeing the University's amazing collection of art, and birding in Texas. Oiler was stumped. The folks at the humanities center had brushed him off, and he didn't even know anyone who was interested in bird watching. I volunteered that I had one friend that might be able to help, but suddenly realized that it would mean at some point in the evening Peggy would probably have to meet Suzanne. But by that point I had already 'opened my yap' as my granddad would say. I texted Peggy a summary of the problem before I lost my nerve, and asked for her help.

The final sticking point was where to take the group for dinner. In the course of their other tours, they would encounter most every BBQ joint, Tex-Mex venue, celebrated Sushi place, and famous food trailer in town, so we had to come up with something a little different. I texted Lara and Suzanne and hopefully delegated the action to them to come up with a good idea. We had to move decisively, because the tour was planned for this coming Thursday. Oiler had set up a discussion and file exchange area on one of the university systems, and we were really going to have to hustle to pull this off. 

I headed back towards the dorm and called Lara, and it went right to voicemail. She and Millie must have found a way to help each other out. I had to get back to the dorm and knock off two chapters worth of reading in one class, and three in another, if I was to stay on track before tomorrow's new classes. Then I had to reply to all those emails from the party. It was going to be a hectic week, and I hadn't fully arranged my dating calendar yet. Saturday was all booked, going to the football game and then dinner with Lara, her dad, and Lillian Gush. Friday was up in the air, as Suzanne had soccer games Friday night and Saturday night, so I was planning to see her Sunday. I maybe should plan to spend Friday with Peggy, serving her fancy faithfully, especially if she helped me out with the F1 tour group, but wondering if that was somehow coupled to agreeing to Suzanne's planned adventures. I was of at least three minds about that, and two of them were crazy. It's not always easy in Texas.



My Only Talent Ch. 14



My Only Talent Ch. 14

What is the "New Normal"?

Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. 




When I got back to the dorm, I procrastinated on answering the emails from the VIP party, and finally got through the required reading for Monday's classes at 2 AM, and fell into a deep sleep; despite my roommate Kevin's rasping snores. I was shocked when the alarm went off, but hungry enough to jump right up and head for early breakfast. I did not spot Nora, but I did find plenty of protein, and did my 'carbo loading', too, in order to skip lunch and run with Suzanne. As I walked to Rhetoric and Composition, I felt bloated from all the eggs, peaches, and pancakes. I arrived even earlier than normal, and found only our TA, Ms. Wyrickie, alone in the room, seated at her desk. I detected no odor of tobacco, so I gave her my best 'you taste good' smile. She actually smelled great.

"How many smoke free days until you reach your goal?" I asked her. 

She looked up self consciously. "Nine?" she said with a question in her voice.

I smiled and stared at her, looking obviously at her chest. Her nipples were plainly erect through her blouse, and her breathing was accelerating. Her Suzie began to sing some scrumptious signals for me. "You will serve us next Thursday night, then!" I reached out and touched her cheek gently, and she shivered, just as Sarah walked in. 

There was still no one else in the classroom. Sarah touched her shoulders. "Do you have some kneepads?"

Ms. Wyrickie shivered again. "Y, y, yes," she stammered. "Fr, from, volleyball." Her eyes swung back and forth between us.

"Good!" Sarah said. "Give me your address, and we will arrive, when did you say, Robbie, Thursday evening?"

She gave each of us a 3x5 note card with her address, in an apartment complex in the West Campus area. She did have fine penmanship, even under stress.

Other students began filing into the classroom and we took our seats. I listened to Ms. Wyrickie's Suzie, and it was popping and sizzling with anticipation. I concentrated on Sarah and she was sending, too. I guess it would be worth stretching my normal 'dating' schedule to include a special Thursday night. After all, it was the least I could do for a stop smoking campaign. The rest of class was unremarkable.

On the way to my next class, I overheard several discussions about the tomorrow's election and the current ESU football season, which seemed to be the two most discussed topics on campus. Even on the usually liberal ESU campus, often called an island of progressivism (or collectivism, by some) in a highly conservative state, there were many still voters undecided, as everyone knew several promising recent graduates who could not even get a whiff of a job offer in the last four years. The downside of taking out more student loans and going to grad school until things got better looked very unattractive even through the rose colored glasses that most students wore. The ESU football team engendered less controversy, and more enthusiasm. 

In Engineering 101, we slogged through some famous legal cases, seeing multiple examples of legislation and judicial rulings that completely ignored the laws of physics, some of which still remain on the books. Professor Lillehammer called them shining examples of hubris and stupidity, the zenith of which was legislation proposing to change the value of pi to 3.00 to facilitate more rapid computation. When class ended, he reminded me for the third time of the meeting on the engineering 'distributed education' program Tuesday afternoon, and I promised to attend. I wonder what bee was in his bonnet in that regard. If I entered the program I would go on complete the spring semester, which I had just pre-registered for, and then take a summer job, then return for fall classes and go out on another job assignment for the following spring semester, and thereafter alternate two semesters of school with one of work until I competed all my degree requirements and graduate. It meant going to summer school for a few semesters and taking at least a year longer to graduate, but you could save money from the work semesters and reduce or eliminate the need to take out any student loans> Students who completed the program were virtually guaranteed to have at least one real job offer, even in the current poor economy, and many had multiple offers to choose from. 

I would have to hurry right from that meeting to join Suzanne for the election night shindig thrown by Winifred Wimmers, the Wylie Coyote. The presidential polls had tightened to 48% to 48% with 4% undecided, and were even tighter in the swing states and many key house and senate races. We might not know until Wednesday morning whose rally was to be a victory party. The only sure thing was that James Craig wasn't even on the ballot, having lost in the primary, and was not likely to be on a ballot ever again. PPSPN, the third tier sports network that he worked for, had quietly let his football color commentary contract expire, and right now he had no other offers, save a regionally syndicated morning radio show in New Orleans, that seemed to want to cast him as resident buffoon and on air butt of the regular hosts many scatological jokes. I could almost hear the slip and slide skit now, and perhaps a rap version of the AG song of devotion, too. 

I changed into my running clothes and hit the track to get my eight miles in before Suzanne joined me. I felt really good, and I now experienced no distress at all at the new faster pace. She soon merged in with me effortlessly.

"I have away soccer games this coming Friday evening and Saturday afternoon, and I figured you are going to the football game with Lara and her dad on Saturday night. I did get an email from one Strelsa Streling, forwarded via Nora, inviting us to supper Sunday night at their apartment downtown. May I accept for us both?"

I wondered what conversation had taken place between Nora and Suzanne. "Sure, if you want to go."

"Oh, I want to meet this one, even if it is just to keep my Polish polished!" She laughed at her own joke. "Nora says the lovely Mizz Strelsa is an old admirer of yours from high school, eh?"

I guess that meant Nora had told her the whole story, hopefully without any mention of Suzie signals. "Well, yes, but in my virginal junior year of high school!"

"Ha!" she snorted. "You are certainly making up for lost ground, aren't you, my Animal? Nora described her as a trim and athletic Austrian blonde beauty, with a hunky rowing coach husband!"

"I did not find him attractive in the least!"

"Nora sure did. She said he was six two and a perfectly proportioned mesomorph, with blonde hair and icy blue eyes. She said he could play Gaston in a live remake of the "Beauty and the Beast' cartoon. Six PM at their high rise on 4th street downtown. Why don't we walk in the bracing fall air? I'll meet you at the dorm entrance at 5:30?"

I suppose Sunday night was set up, as was Saturday. I just had to make plans for Friday, so either Peggy or Millie was in line for some one on one time! We spent the rest of the run discussing my 'training plan' for Erminia Gallo. Suzanne and Lara had discussed it and decided that was a task for Millie and me, without their participation. They did insist, given the Gallo's age and varied life experiences, that we have some medical testing done before I dipped my wick in that risk pool. Lara had already talked to Asa Weltschmerz, who had surprisingly agreed to see them as patients for Lara's sake, although he would not allow us to tell them that Lara was his patient. He asked that we only describe him as a friend of the family. And he would give us no details on his appointments with them, just a 'go or no go' message regarding my having contact with Erminia, and by extension I supposed, Sapiento. 

I was feeling really great even when we finished a full 15 miles, so it seemed that my conditioning had markedly improved since I had terrible trouble making five miles on the day I first met Suzanne. For that matter, my whole world had markedly improved since I met Suzanne! 

.....

Since he had been following the Pliskin chick, Dwight the Dweeb Boy found his weekdays crushingly boring, especially in contrast to the weekends,. Watching her running her Robbie the 'Master' freshman boy toy, it was easy to see why she was in such good shape and looked so effortlessly fit, but that was the only interesting thing either one of them did all week. They went to class, they ate, they studied, and then they slept, but not together, nor with anyone else. This 'Master' punk was even more studious during the week than Dwight had been at MIT, and that was saying something! Of course, Dwight was usually studious on the weekends too, while this guy got more and hotter trim each weekend than Dwight had ever dreamed of. Dwight's boss told him another team was tracking the Russians, and still another was watching Erminia and Sapiento Gallo. Your tax dollars at work. The scenario geeks back in Maryland were 90% confident that the Russkies were going to try to snatch one of the two Gallos for ransom during race week. Meanwhile Dwight was living all the cliché bad stakeout scenes from some awful direct to video cop movie. 

.....

I made my afternoon classes and knocked off the reading and homework stuff due on Tuesday, went to dinner, and then sat down to tackle the emails from the party. First things first, I needed to accept the Tuesday election night reception invitation from Winifred Wimmers, leader of the Real Texans for Truth Super PAC. I told her I would love to come, but I would be coming directly from a meeting at school and would be joined by Suzanne. I said I expected things to go late until the results were clear, but avoided revealing any of my political leanings. She responded almost immediately, saying she would look forward to our arrival, and I could wear 'business casual' rather than black leather, and asked if Suzanne was the one that had been dressed in red or white at Spear Overtop's shindig. I would let her keep wondering about that until we arrived at the reception.

Next on my hit parade were Erminia and Sapiento. I combined my reply to them both, suggesting she start training with Millie and I as soon as possible but insisting that they both see Asa Weltschmerz for a checkup before we began. After I pressed 'send', I suddenly wondered if they might be offended at such a requirement from a cheeky freshman. But after all, my entire purpose and role in our relationship was to be well beyond just cheeky with Erminia. 

Then I began to draft a response to Penelope Peters Perabo, and found I got quite a stiffy as I pondered how to proceed with her. GILF she may be, but the ILF part was still very operative. I plead scheduling problems until after Thanksgiving break, but suggested that we should arrange a social occasion with me and all of three girls after our return and before the Christmas break, giving no hint of the nature of what our relationship might become beyond that. 

I felt no need to reply to Pavel the Russkie piece of shit, as Suzanne had suggested that we have no further contact with him at all, and I heartily agreed. I did ask her what kind of feedback she had from her father on the picture she transmitted to him, and she said nothing definitive but she could usually tell when her father was withholding information 'for her own good' and that she thought this was one of those times. I was still rooting for that one way ticket to Guantanamo.

My reply to Spear Overtop was next, sending praise and thanks for the wonderful event, telling him how much the girls and I had enjoyed meeting him and working his puzzles, and reciprocating as much as I could by inviting him to join our events for the F1 crowd in the engineering, golf, or culture tours, and/or the evening dinner with all three groups. I decided not to attach any of our 'batman mask cam' photos from his party, and hoped that Pavel and his crew had been invited due to Spear's mistaken acceptance of who they said they were, not his knowledge of who they actually were.

Next up were the curiously named "George and Tammy Wynette", but as far as I could tell from Linked In and Google, those were their real names. Hopefully it was not an elaborate charade. Once again I plead scheduling impossibility, but hoped they would give us some advance notice when next they came to town, even if it was a late as the 2013 Circuit of the America's US Gran Prix. Paulo and Astrid got a similar missive, leaving only Vaya Perez's email in 'Master321 inbox' to be answered.

Suddenly I had another strong erection. I brought up the local TV station web site, and played one of Vaya's live reports from the street in front of the AG house. She did look good, and I remembered she looked (and smelled) even better in person. I started out by telling her I had no desire to appear on camera on any subject, and once again mentioning the scheduling crush between now and Thanksgiving break. But I did leave things open for a 'background meeting' after that. 

.....

Dwight got interested as he realized Robbie was answering the emails from the party via his browser on the university network logging into the free webmail site, not via Miss Pliskin's much tougher to crack VPN setup. He pounced on the emails, scanning them and adding the addressee's to his search terms, and the HQ bots would immediately begin swimming upstream to find connections to email accounts and smart phones, and begin cataloging emails and previously recorded text messages and conversations. In only a few seconds, a few lines of orange text popped up, indicating previous traffic between some of the accounts. In a few more seconds, a red line appeared, indicating that one of the accounts had just forwarded Robbie's reply email to someone else. Now that was interesting. 

He opened the forwarded email. It was from "Paulo and Astrid" and was forwarded to an account that the agency had tagged as being used by "Pavel". They prefaced Robbie's response deferring until next year with a little note that said "They didn't go for it." So they were working with Pavel, and perhaps targeting Lara. But how far ahead of time did they set that up?

Dwight highlighted both accounts for a full on, no limits search, which would wring out every possible connection. He also forwarded the emails to his boss, with a little note of his own. 

.....

Suddenly I heard banging and shouting in the hallway, and opened my door to find several students using luggage carts to move their stuff out of the dorm. Tomorrow was the final day of reckoning for those who wanted to drop classes without recording an 'F' for the semester grade, and for some of them, dropping all classes and withdrawing from school completely. Heading back home to live in the basement and work at Dairy Queen, I suppose. One of my father's friend's sons had suffered a similar fate, and was now taking one class per semester at a community college known locally as "Easy Field". The dad tried to save face by telling people that his son was working for Warren Buffett. Looking on the bright side, at least my buddy Ralph could get a dorm room after tonight, and move out of his temporary upper bunk bed in the lounge where he had been sleeping. When I drifted off to sleep, I tried to program myself to have a little dream about Vaya Perez, but I ended up having a disturbing nightmare about Melanie kidnapping Suzanne. I wouldn't have to drop any classes, but I supposed some of my other fears were not buried very deeply after all. 

Tuesday morning at early breakfast I was shoveling eggs and sausages for my morning protein ration and pondering the final unplanned part of our F1 tour groups: where to have the combined dinner. Every restaurant, hotel banquet room, and even food trailer for a sixty mile radius was booked from here to Thanksgiving as the formula one racing crowd, with their even more formidable spending habits, replaced the soon to depart football fans for the Gran Prix week. What's more, our diverse and cosmopolitan group of guests was already scheduled to attend most of the best and brightest food and beverage attractions, and we did not want our event to merely duplicate any of them. I was so lost in thought that I almost missed Nora joining me, but her little squeeze on my shoulder woke me up in a hurry.

"Good morning!" she smiled at me warmly, with some sweetly effervescent leaking Suzie signals. "I missed you at breakfast yesterday. You looked like you were concentrating on something?"

I smiled, noting how much more open she was becoming with me since my Thanksgiving invitation. "I was thinking hard, but not coming up with solutions." I told her about the tour groups and the dinner planning problem.

She laughed. "You are too close to the problem, Robbie! You have a solution right at hand. They will get to go to every fancy joint in town all right, but only you will invite them to real down-home southern cooking family style at the UDP house! And as a practicing European Union citizen, I can guarantee that is something they have never experienced before."

I froze for a minute, and then realized she was right. After giving her appropriate hugs and praise, which happily she did not shrink from at all, I headed for class after dashing off a quick email to Ralph and Oiler, asking for their help. Soon the F1 plan was complete and confirmed and ready for execution a week from today and I just had to decide which group I would travel with. 

My Tuesday classes went by with no issues, and at lunch I used the break to call Millie to try to get my Friday night dating calendar filled. She was going to Houston Friday night to see her folks, but Lara had already made her promise to be back and available to us late Saturday night. She was fired up about that, and indicated that Lara had developed a unique ability to whip her up into a complete frenzy. I suppose I would enjoy that too. Then Millie began to bubble over with enthusiasm for the election, indicating she was planning to stay up all night to watch all the returns and follow each race, and she had handicapped them all, revealing to me for the first time what an incredible political junkie she was. I asked her where she would do this and she said at the Phi Phi house, so she could have multiple LCD screens on various networks. I texted Suzanne, asking if she would mind asking Mille to come with us tonight to the reception, and she texted back it would be fine. I called Millie back and explained the event to her, and she got even more excited than she had been at Spear Overtop's party. Politics does that do some people. 

But I still needed to fill my dance card for Friday night. I called Peggy, talked to her about the final plan for the F1 groups, and then asked her about Friday night. She said she had a tour group of big donors that she would have to guide around some of the University art collections until about 8 PM, but she would meet me at her place about 8:30 for a zero calorie 'snack', and that she hoped I was hungry, because she was. She was definitely my kind of girl. I did my final class and then hurried back to the dorm for a shower.

I shaved and put on my 'slacks and best shirt plus blazer' outfit, and headed over early for the distributed education meeting. I was one of the first to arrive, and saw a few faculty members that I recognized, and several people that looked like recent graduates. One of them was a very attractive young lady, so I spoke to her first. She was slated to speak to the group about her experiences in the program, but sadly sent no Suzie for me at all. She did have dancing and fascinating almost coal black intelligent eyes that I noticed immediately. She had been a civil engineering major, and her first job was with a railroad, then two semesters with a major construction company, and finally a stint with a large management consulting firm that specialized in project management. She got steadily increasing pay, enough to pay for her education completely, and then started at a position far senior to most 'college hires'. In another year, her employer would send her for a master's degree at their expense. That sounded like a lot better path than most graduates were facing in the marketplace right now. I suppose I should pick a major soon. 




My Only Talent Ch. 14



Professor Lillehammer then approached us and greeted her warmly, and introduced us formally, along with two other former students who were going to speak. They had similar stories, one from an electrical engineering background, and one from chemical. The professor then took me over and introduced me to three fellows in their fifties, who apparently were recruiters for firms that hired from the program. I guess that was his agenda, and I certainly had no objections. The presentations were concise and very helpful, and I understood completely now how the program worked and how I could fit in. 

The meeting went long, and wrapped up around 7 PM. I walked by the Economics building and met Suzanne, and then we met Millie on the way downtown from the Phi Phi house to the downtown hotel where the reception was held. 

.....

Dwight had grown complacent as he sat surveillance on Suzanne Pliskin at the Economics building. He knew her routine by heart: no running on Tuesday or Thursday, and she would have lunch at her desk while she prepared for her afternoon office hours by grading student papers. He had two remotes in her office, complete with video, and a tracker on her car in the parking lot. He wished something interesting would actually happen. But, no, she opened up her door and worked through the queue of waiting students, most with lame excuses or dumb questions, in Dwight's opinion. She even stayed a few minutes extra to help one student laboriously work through a problem from the last exam, and then closed her door. Dwight knew that she would pack up her lunch stuff and head to the car, then drive to her apartment and study some more. She appeared to do just that, until she got to the car. She put her lunch stuff in, but then took a hangar bag out of the back seat and went back up to her office. Dwight watched with interest as she took off what he thought of as her dowdy TA outfit, panties, and bra, and slipped on a basic black dress that hugged her body like a glove, with a plunging neckline that prohibited a bra and donning no panties at all. She put her hair up with some sort of bejeweled hairpin, did some eye makeup and lipstick, and suddenly Dwight was looking at a supermodel. What a transformation.

She put her dowdy TA clothes in the hangar bag, and went back to the car to drop them off. She took a raincoat from the trunk, and then turned on her heels and began walking south toward downtown. Dwight had to decide whether to try to follow on foot or in his car. He texted his boss to tell him that Pliskin was on the move and out of her routine, and drove his car quickly out of the parking lot to try to keep her in sight. She pulled her raincoat on and moved rapidly south, making Dwight run a gauntlet of stop signs and student pedestrians to keep up. Robbie joined her at the south of the edge of campus near his dorm, and they then walked at a fast pace to the west, meeting Millicent outside her sorority house. The three of them then headed due south, the traffic making it hard for Dwight to keep up. What were they up to?

.....

I was waiting when Suzanne came around the corner strutting in her raincoat, and I could not wait to see what she had on underneath it. She looked amazing, even all wrapped up in that coat, and she knew it. I gave her a hug and we started toward the Phi Phi house. Millie was on the porch, wrapped in a similar coat, looking very good too, and wearing a smile as big as Dallas. She was fired up to go to the election night reception. We both hugged her and then headed for the hotel. The reception was held at the oldest hotel in town, right in the middle of the entertainment district and close to the capital. It was the site of many political battles, celebrations, and a more than a few shady deals. The guest of honor, who trounced James Craig in the primary, was well ahead in the polling, and his Senate race was expected to be called early, setting a celebratory tone for the rest of the evening. The girls left their coats at the check station, and we headed into the reception hall, with me greedily eying them in their little black dress outfits. Life was good.

.....

Dwight was just able to keep them in sight as they ducked into the hotel entrance on the east side, and was lucky to find a space in the small parking lot just west of the south side of the hotel near the bar entrance. He texted his boss again, and went into the lobby bar. A few seconds watching the calendar of events on the video screen gave him a few rooms to look in, and he was glad he always wore dark suits. He blended in well with the crowd in all three likely rooms, and spotted the Pliskin girl in the third one. He texted the boss again, and began a circle search to find all the exits from the area. Survey completed, he found a spot where he could watch all the avenues of egress, and settled in again. 

.....

I spotted Winifred almost immediately and we made our way over to greet her. I introduced both girls, begging her to pardon me for presuming to bring Millie too, but she laughed and said, "You look great dear, but with a less metallic outfit than the last time I saw you. And you must be Suzanne, and the little BBD suits you just as well as the red leather did! Both of you lovely girls should be on red alert for getting pawed by inebriated politicos." 

Her assessments seemed purely intellectual, as she was sending zero Suzie for either girl, but was transmitting some strong popping for me. I'm not sure I would have picked Winifred for a straight arrow, but there you go. She dragged us over to the guest of honor, and introduced him as our senator to be. He barely noticed me as he took in Suzanne and Millie. Millie was flummoxed, almost going groupie on the guy. Sheesh! He, on the other hand, was captivated by Suzanne, but she sent almost immediate Suzie revulsion, and I soon learned why: his wife Heidi was two feet away, waiting not so patiently to be introduced. Winifred jumped in to try to save his bacon, and made the introductions herself. His wife immediately took Suzanne and me aside to talk to us, leaving Millie to bat her eyes at one of her new political heroes.

"My husband is a little dazzled by all the attention tonight, I'm afraid!" she began. She was almost my height, razor thin, and perfectly turned out, with the ubiquitous basic black dress to highlight her medium length honey blonde hair. Her arms were tanned and muscular, not the least bit anorexic, though, and her eyes danced with intelligence and charm. I liked this one, but she was sending no Suzie for anyone right now, including her husband. "Aren't you ambassador Pliskin's daughter, my dear?"

Wow. Maybe she was the real brain behind this successful Senate campaign. Suzanne laughed, and replied, "Yes, although it is not something I like to call attention to. I strive to stay in the background if I can. I think you understand?"

My, I do like smart girls, and Suzanne was very quick on the uptake, too. Heidi smiled at me, and said, "You make a nice foreground, young man!" I smiled, somewhat uncomfortably. At this point, Winifred pulled Heidi back toward her husband for another introduction, and Suzanne snagged the adoring Millie by the elbow and pulled her away from the Senator, walking the two of us toward the bar. 

Suzanne spoke sharply to Millie: "Close your mouth before some insect flies in! Are you always that star struck by politicians? 

Millie looked sheepish. "I am sort of wowed by politicians. That's the first senator I have met in person! Was it that obvious?"

Suzanne snorted. "We should have put your chastity belt on under that dress! Master and I will have to punish you later for your wanton lust."

Millie smiled wickedly. "Promise, Mistress?" 

Suzanne steered us into the line at the bar. I got a Coke, Suzanne had a Tito's screwdriver, and Millie had a White Hat and Coke. I guess I was the designated driver and chaperone for these two hotties, even though we were on foot. I knew Suzanne could hold her liquor, but Mille was an unknown quantity in that regard. She downed her drink in one gulp and got back in line for another one, and her Suzie signals began to sound like an air raid siren. 

Suzanne looked at me with one of her smoking hot looks, tongue on upper teeth, which set my loins on fire. "We need to discipline Millie, right away!" She made an evil grin. "When she finishes that second drink, I have a plan."

That sounded good to me. We watched Millie in line as she got hit on by three different political types, grinning widely and looking intrigued and fascinated by all of them. When she finally returned to us, Suzanne took charge. 

"Will you flirt with anyone in politics, you shameless hussy?"

Millie eyes got wide and her face flushed. "Yes, Mistress, it seems I cannot help myself."

Suzanne took her by the arm, grabbed my elbow with the other arm, and steered us out toward the hallway. We went down two flights of stairs to the basement level. She took us toward the oldest part of the building, and into a little bathroom marked with unisex and handicapped signs. It seemed incongruous, and was probably remodeled not so long ago to meet the obscure dictates of the Americans with Disabilities Act, having to be so many steps from the stairs and elevators and from rooms on this floor, and having a door of a certain width, fixtures of a certain height, etc. and I don't know when Suzanne learned about it, but I was soon to be very glad she had. It had little white hexagonal tile on the floor and low on the walls, trying to remain faithful to the 1890's style of most of the hotel, with dark walnut paneling above, with large brass rails in multiple locations for those who needed them to navigate and use the bathroom, and to my surprise, mirrors covered the ceiling. 

Suzanne locked the door behind us, and stood with hands on hips. We were both willing to do anything she asked, but she barked commands at Millie. "Strip and get on your knees, slut!" Millie literally giggled, and hurried to comply. She slipped her dress eagerly over her head and hung it over one of the wooden inner walls. 

"Leave those Louboutins on your slut feet, and hand me your panties, you bitch!" Suzanne did not have her riding crop, but she needed one in her current mood. Mille surrendered her panties willingly. "Take Robbie's cock out of his pants, but no hands!"

Millie used her teeth to pull down my zipper and open the little flap in the front of my underwear. I was glad I wore some new ones. She really didn't have to work too hard to free me, as I sprang out and to attention with just a little urging. She opened her mouth and was about to engulf and devour me when Suzanne said, "Oh, no you slut. You don't get that. You get to eat my pussy! She put one foot up on the closed toilet lid, grabbed the back of Millie's head, and shoved her pussy right into Millie's face. I almost wished that Millie would register some disappointment about not getting to suck my cock, but she made no protest at all and hungrily chowed down on Suzanne's savory snatch, making some very appreciative guzzling sounds as she did so. 

Suzanne smiled at me and opened her mouth, urging me to imitate her, so I opened mine a little. She stuffed Millie's panties in my mouth, and reached down with her other hand for my cock. Her ministrations and the beguiling aroma of Millie's little black panties were having quite an effect on me. Suzanne was rocking back and forth as Millie's head moved about her, and I could feel her Suzie growling with pleasure. She came once and it just made Millie more enthusiastic to continue, and with her second orgasm Suzanne made one of her little sneezing sounds, which meant it had been a really good one. I reached down with my left hand and began spanking Millie's little tushie as she worked on Suzanne. The harder I swatted her, the more she seemed to like it, and the more aggressive she became towards Suzanne's perfect pussy. I set up a little syncopated rhythm as I spanked Millie, saw her lunge forward while tonguing Suzanne, and then I saw Suzanne's eyes get a little wider with each stroke. Millie's Suzie signaled she was just about to come from the spanking, so I adjusted my position a little for more leverage and really began popping her, alternating my blows on both cheeks. Her legs shook and she sucked on Suzanne's pussy lips so hard that I thought she might swallow them.

Suzanne then pushed Millie's head away and moved me back behind her, then put her left leg up on one of the big brass rails on the wall, and slipped me into her doggy style. Once I was fully inside her, she moved the leg even farther up along the rail like a stretching exercise for a very advanced Pilates instructor. It gave me even more penetration, but she had a second purpose – she reached out and directed Millie's mouth right back between her legs.

"Work my clit and the underside of his cock, too, you little slut!" 

Millie's mouth was full, but she made a muffled noise that sounded a lot like, "Yum!" She spent about 80% of her effort on Suzanne, but when she flicked her tongue along my cock and snuggled my balls it seemed like the perfect recipe to me. 

Suzanne gave me a wicked look and began spanking me to encourage even greater penetration. I suddenly realized I liked it. Suzanne's Suzie signals soared, and Millie's sang with hers. They were both having a great time. Suzanne sneezed again and I was getting close. I groaned and Suzanne knew I was about to let loose. 

"Take him in your mouth slut, make him come, and don't you let even a single drop touch the air. I would like us to go back to the reception without any come stuck in your hair!" Suzanne commanded.

Millie sucked me in with little fanfare, but tremendous effect. She took me way down deep and then kept me there, varying her suction artfully. Suzanne daintily lifted her leg over us and pivoted easily, pushing me slightly toward the center of the stall and ducking her head between me and the wall. She gave my butt cheeks a few preliminary kisses, and then stuck her tongue right up my ass. Resistance was futile. I came a few seconds later, so strongly I almost passed out. Millie's pulsing Suzie signal told me she actually had an orgasm herself when I shot in her mouth. She was so perfectly my kind of girl. Suzanne got her tongue right up against my prostrate, and I felt her push against it for my last squirt. If I never had sex again, I would be happy remembering this little tableau.

I realize I had both hands clasped over the top of the stall wall to hold myself up, and had to plan the tension in my legs before I released my hands. Suzanne moved her head back around me and kissed Millie deeply, which thrilled me no end. I sat on the closed toilet lid and waited for my heart rate to come down. Suzanne went to the mirror and began to touch up her makeup, and Millie joined her. Suzanne laughed, saying, "Will that be enough to keep you satisfied, at least to avoid your grabbing any politico penises at the reception, slut?"

Millie giggled. "Well, it was pretty good, what there was of it! But I could use some more!" She giggled again.

I pulled myself back together and checked my hair in the mirror. I didn't have a comb, but Suzanne reached up and slicked my cowlick down in the back. Both girls gave themselves a little modified Sitz bath with paper towels, and then slipped their dresses back on and we emerged from the bathroom into the hallway. I spotted a very young looking guy in a dark suit on the landing at the other end of the hallway, but he turned and spoke into a cell phone held up to his ear. Did he look familiar? Maybe I was just paranoid about the Russkie crew, but I could not be sure if I had seen him before or where. He continued down the stairs, and we turned to go up the stairs at the other end of the hallway. 

.....

Dwight was certain the Roberts kid had spotted him in the stairwell, but he tried to act naturally and turned back down the stairs. The threesome had been in that basement bathroom for some time, and he had no way of monitoring them, but he had a pretty good idea about what had been going on in there. That lucky little son of a bitch.

He was expecting lots of help from other agents upstairs, so he just had to cover the Pliskin daughter. The governor was on his way to the reception, and he had a pretty good DPS detail on him. Some FBI guys were there just because it was a high profile event, as was Dwight's boss. Sapiento and Erminia were together in their suite in the Four Seasons a few blocks away, where they would stay until the repainting and redecorating job was done on the house they had leased, so that team was nearby if needed. 

.....

When we emerged from the stairwell, Heidi was standing in the hallway talking on her cell phone; she took in all three of us in a lingering glance and then got a knowing smile on her face. I blushed. She smiled even more widely. When we tried to slip into the door to the ballroom unnoticed, she slipped in behind us and spoke into Suzanne's ear, saying "Did you kid's enjoy yourselves?"

Suzanne giggled. "Yes Ma'am, we did!"

Heidi giggled, too. "I bet that was a lot more fun than the speeches we are about to endure!"

We found a place standing near the bar as the outgoing Senator, who kicked off the primary race when she decided not to run again, began to speak in introduction of the newly elected Senator, Heidi's husband. The former Senator had been an ESU cheerleader before she went to the ESU law school and had many terms in office. She did pretty well. Millie was enchanted. Suzanne and I endured. The governor made an entrance. There was much speculation about his next career move, after his primary run as a presidential contender ended early and not well. He had been governor longer than anyone, and he could run again in two years, but it was no longer the sure thing people originally thought.

Millie was up on the latest, however. "The governor has to appoint several members of the ESU Board of Regents before his current term is up. They serve six year terms, and four terms will expire in the next year and half. Just changing four of the eight regents would change the balance of power dramatically. If the rumors are correct that one or more of the other regents will resign before their normal terms end, the situation could change even more. That could mean a new university president, new policies on admissions, expansion, budgets, anything. There are also rumors that he was horse trading for his next gig, be that a cabinet position, a party leadership post, or a spot in private industry."

He made his way through the room toward the stage, greeting many people warmly and on a first name basis. He had that politician's gift of focus and making someone think he was really interested in them and listening to them. Millie almost swooned when he walked by and winked at her. "He's been governor since I was a little girl!" she whispered. I had only one data point on him. When he faltered so badly in the primary debates, my father told me, like a previous governor that went on to actually become President, that "he is dynamite in person, but he does not come across as well on television."

His speech was predictable, but thankfully short. Millie was all fired up again. She went back to the bar and immediately was surrounded by several guys, including the governor's chief of staff. At least they had good taste. I could hear her Suzie sparking again. Suzanne suggested that we all separate and mix a bit, I suppose as her father had taught her to work an event. As soon as she split off, a crowd of guys moved around her like ants to honey, at least the ones who could see. I decided not to torture myself watching guys hit on her, so I focused on the first woman I saw, and proceeded to chat her up like she was at one of the fraternity mixers. 




My Only Talent Ch. 14



I offered my hand. "Hello, I'm Robbie Roberts." She was in her 40's, short, compact, and pretty, with flashing green eyes and short blond hair. She was at first skillful at deflecting my inquiries, so I rambled on about myself until she felt a duty to reciprocate. Bonnie was the scheduler for the Lieutenant governor, which in Texas meant she was in almost complete control of the day to day activities of the politician most able to influence legislation in the state. She sent no Suzie for me, but she was becoming so genuinely friendly that I felt a bond to her. We ended up exchanging contact information and she invited me to come on a tour of the capital. I talked to several other women, and genuinely enjoyed myself for the next hour or so. I had circled back around to say a final goodbye to Bonnie when Winifred came up to say hello to her, too, and formally introduced us. 

The election returns from the east began to come in, and the true political handicappers began to gather and dicker like commodity market traders. I heard discussions about polling before and after cell phones, the Dinkins effect, question shaping, and design for results. Most of it went over my head, but I gathered that polling was becoming more and more difficult to use to accurately predict elections, but much easier to use to try to influence them. Millie was fascinated with everything, and wanted to stay until the cows came home, but Suzanne and I did not. The two girls put their heads together and I caught a few words here and there like 'devotion' and 'service' in trade for us letting her stay all night. I spoke to Winifred again, and asked her to watch over Millie, and she agreed. Millie jumped up and down.

I took Millie's head in my hands and made eye contact. "You may not have sex with anyone when we are not with you, slut! You may flirt and tease them, but you may not squirt nor please them. Do you understand me?"

She sighed. "Yes Master. I will obey!"

I smiled at her. "Good girls now get lots of attention later, including hard spankings, followed by time on their fuck rugs!"

She beamed. "Yes, Master! I am looking forward to Saturday night."

As Suzanne and I walked back toward campus, I texted Kevin and discovered he was spending most of the night at the ZZZ house election party, which turned out to be an extended drinking game keyed into red states, blue states, and the electoral college numbers. He would be there until at least 3 AM, which gave me a rare window of opportunity with Suzanne. I increased my pace toward the dorm.

.....

Dwight was suddenly back out on the street following Suzanne and Robbie, torn away from the safe and certain location of the hotel. They headed north toward campus, and he retrieved his car from the lot and tried to stay parallel to them and a street over to reduce his chance of being spotted. He guessed wrong on a one way street and ended up three streets over, but he felt pretty sure they were head back to campus, either to call it a night or get Suzanne's car to go somewhere else. 

.....

We got back to the dorm and I saw the familiar dazed looks as the denizens of the semi-permanent dorm lobby and lounge crew feasted their eyes on the totally amazing Suzanne walking in with the really unremarkable Robbie. Then I was embarrassed as we headed up to my floor and walked past garbage cans full of pizza boxes and discarded beer cans, both contributing to a pervasive smell of yeast, the real opiate of the masses. The panoply of pot smoke and other smells and erratic sounds leaking through the open and closed doors in the hallway assaulted our senses, and I realized I wanted something better than this. I was suddenly uncertain and self conscious and embarrassed by my surroundings. We paused while I unlocked my door, and Suzanne laughed and hugged my shoulder, saying "Was I the idiot that said I wanted more wild college days?"

I wanted to tell her I just wanted more of her. I sent her a Suzie blast of admiration, desire, and warmth. I tuned the Suzie band carefully for a clue to her emotions. I could sense that she was horny, and comfortable with me, but I had not yet found a Suzie wavelength upon which to listen for love. For all my sense of trust and openness with her, saying that I would have fallen for her did not exactly mean that I had told her I loved her. For all my extra information gleaned from her Suzie signals, I still was on the longhorns of the eternal dilemma: does she love me and should I tell her I love her? For all my supposed romantic information advantages there was still that seemingly impenetrable risk of intimacy and revelation staring me right in the face.

.....

Dwight was relieved when he spotted them entering the dorm. He couldn't cover all the exits, but he was pretty sure they would be in Robbie's room until they headed for Suzanne's car, and he could cover all the routes between those two locations. Monitoring them in the dorm was not as easy as some people might think. There were all sorts of devices to co-opt, but there were so many of them they interfered with each other. Wi-Fi everywhere was more than just a catchphrase at a giant college dorm, and there were open and easily force paired Bluetooth devices in abundance, plus poorly shielded microwave ovens by the dozens. Every room had several battery charger wall warts, and many of them were little transmitters interfering with other signals, and this particular dorm had a full complement of compact fluorescent lights supplied by the lowest bidder, which meant their radio emissions were off the chart. There were also dozens of radios, stereos, and iPod docks blaring music up and down the hall, adding to the clutter in the microphones. Dwight's software suite could quickly recognize most radio programs and recorded music and subtract their signals from what he heard, but there often were so many indie bands with limited release music and even people playing recordings of their brother's garage band that sometimes the software could not filter them all out. 

Suzanne had been a bad influence on Robbie, from Dwight's point of view, anyway, as she had made him install an NAT firewall in front of his previously loosey-goosey Windows laptop, and since the Russian business, his UDT buddies had completely wiped the hard drive and installed a very robust Linux setup with freeware apps and a white hat hacker security program that logged all the router activity and eliminated all the easily exploitable normal Windows vulnerabilities. Dwight could still break in, of course, but there was a non-zero chance that a trace would be left behind, and that made it hard to be the no such agent that his employer demanded. Kevin's laptop, on the other hand, was an open access playground. Kevin spent so much time on offshore movie file sharing sites, porn sites, and gambling sites that his best defense was merely that the already installed zombie malware form all over the world often stepped on the surveillance stuff Dwight tried to install. But tonight he was able to activate Kevin's laptop webcam and microphone remotely with a single click. He kept the screen and LED's on the machine dark, and even jiggered the ESU network QOS to give him stutter free HD snooping. He saw Robbie's bed, with the ESU logo blanket, just as he heard the door being unlocked.

.....

As soon as I locked the door, Suzanne turned and gave me a sweet, lingering kiss like a high school girl on her first date. For some reason it made me angry, even as it turned me on. I kissed her savagely, turned her around, and lifted up her dress, knowing there were no panties under it. I pushed her onto her knees on the bed and grabbed her ass, roughly spreading her butt cheeks apart. It was a good thing she was wet, because I plunged myself into her pussy as deeply as I could on the first stroke and then tried to get even deeper, paying no attention to her Suzie signals or even to her breathing. Her head was trapped against the little wall mounted backstop cushion, and I pounded her like she was a mare tied out to a hitching post. I just rocked back and forth like a crazed stud horse, staying in my own little horny rhythm. Suddenly she made a little grunt and then sneezed twice in rapid succession. It just made me try to go harder and faster. I grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled her head back and she turned to look at me wild eyed and with nostrils flaring. I just fucked her even harder. She sneezed again. I let go of her hair and used the free hand to spank her ass, hard, in time to my quickening strokes into her. After a few more minutes, she sneezed again.

Suddenly my fog lifted and I realized that her Suzie signals were pounding into me like I was leaning against a big juke box with the volume all the way up. It was like the buzzing bass notes were connected directly to my bones and also pushing the air out of my lungs. When she sneezed again I also sensed her pulsing orgasm through her Suzie signal. It seemed to flow right from my brain down through my body like an electric shock in an old cartoon, and I shot my seed into her like someone had hit me with a Taser stuck to my behind. I kept pumping into her long after there was nothing left to shoot, and then my legs buckled and I fell to my knees. Suzanne fell down on the bed, sobbing. I tumbled into bed next to her, dripping sweat and tears. I would have to check for blood.

.....

Dwight was paralyzed, trapped like a fly in amber by the images on his screen and the sounds in his headphones. Another promising MIT grad turned into a professional voyeur by the agency. His mouth stayed open so long he finally began to notice how dry it was and closed it.

.....

Suzanne was still laboring to breathe, and I knew it was certainly not due to a lack of cardiovascular conditioning. I was gradually regaining my wind and thus the ability to talk. Then I realized the real problem: what the hell was I going to say to her? 

But as usual, Suzanne filled in all the gaps, and in fact I might not have to speak for some time. "I never had sex in a dorm room before! I never went all the way as a freshman when I lived in the dorm. Does the smell of stale beer and pizza always do that to you? Maybe you were born to be frat rat! Good grief, Robbie. I must have come ten times! You weren't exactly tender, were you? You just fucked me like a damn animal! I may feed you pizza and beer at my place next time you visit. It must have taken me three minutes to begin breathing normally after that. I couldn't even talk for goodness sake! When you started to spank me I almost understood how Millie comes from the pain. It was all sort of mingled together there!"

She drew a ragged breath. Her Suzie signal suddenly bathed the room in warm contentment, louder than I had ever experienced. It melted right into my bones and I felt it, too. I wasn't sending the signal, but I was sure resonating with it. 

Suzanne continued to babble, pausing every once and a while to breathe or kiss me. "Maybe it was the reception. Does politics fire you up like it did Millie? Maybe it's the sequence of politics and then pizza smell? Maybe it was just the fact that it was election night? This is the first election night since you lost your virginity, isn't it? Maybe you liked the little scene in the bathroom? Do white tiles or brass rails always turn you on?"

I just lay there like a whale washed up on the beach, and just let her inevitable seas break against me. It was only Tuesday, it was already way past my bed time, and the next 14 days until Thanksgiving break were going to be the busiest I had ever seen in my life. What starts here changes my world!



My Only Talent Ch. 15



Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. 




After we recovered from our wild session in my dorm room, I walked Suzanne back down to her car and gave her a long and tender kiss before she drove away. I missed her already. I jogged the stairs back up to my eighth floor room, and noticed that it barely winded me. Suzanne was a good influence in many ways. Kevin was not back yet, so it only took me about 60 seconds to fall asleep. Kevin came in about 4 AM, as did a text from Millie saying she was home okay, escorted by one of Winifred's security team. I slept through it all. 

When I awoke Wednesday morning, I was famished, ready to eat a cow. When I dressed I noticed my pants were all too loose at the waist and too tight on my butt and thighs. More kudos to Suzanne, I suppose, and Lara, and Millie, and Peggy. I had to forego the beef and settle for bacon and eggs, remembering to add pancakes and toast in preparation for our run at lunch time, and water and orange juice to maintain my hydration. I was so full that it felt like I waddled to Rhetoric and Composition. Ms. Wyrickie actually flirted with me and Sarah during class, so a week from Thursday was shaping up as a real occasion. Stiffy time. 

We finished off the unit on famous legal cases in Engineering 101, and then I rapidly changed into my running clothes, with long sleeves for the cooler weather, and hit the track. The new faster pace was now like the old, comfortable pace for me and when Suzanne joined in, I had plenty of wind for a chat. I would of course not need it.

"Hey, my Animal! My little pussy is happy but sore, you mean and nasty man! But my legs feel great. I got a text from Millie saying she got home, but very late. Did you see the election results? I was surprised it was so clear cut. Most of the pollsters were out in left field. All the big swing states went against the incumbent! The President did not look happy early this morning when he spoke! One of the pundits called it a 'concession sentence' rather than a 'concession speech'! The folks on MSNBC are apoplectic, but my old man is very relieved."

I had not seen the election results, having prioritized breakfast. I opened my mouth to speak, but alas, too late.

"I am sure Dad will have a lot to say over Christmas break when I visit. He will be attending this inauguration. He is already worried about a flood of executive orders and pardons before the transition, not to mention the effort required on the diplomatic front."

I knew not to even try to speak now, as she was just warming up.

"Do you realize I won't get a chance to get my hands on you again until after dinner Sunday night? I say it's poor planning on my soccer coach's part! Speaking of soccer, Big Liz and Little Marilyn look unbearable happy all the time now, thanks to your friend Ralph, I suppose. Marilyn never really had any sex before, and Liz never had any that was good for her! Now they almost giggle at practice, plus they are making eyes at each other all the time even if they didn't have Ralph. They are like little happy bunny rabbits. Did you say you knew Ralph from junior high? How exactly did you know about his 'big equipment'?

I almost stumbled and fell. Was Suzanne going to recruit Ralph for her 'big cock' fantasy plan? Holy Shit. You never thought of that, did you, dummy, openly sharing your little inside jokes with her. But I never got the chance to talk about it either, as she drew a quick breath and continued.

"It is a sort of a shame to miss out on him, but I could never do anything with him even if he was just Liz's boyfriend, or just Marilyn's, but it would be four times as bad since they both have him! It would be like you trying to do Nora without me being involved! That would be a deal killer for me: I would dump you in an instant. But as long as we could do her together, it's cool. I probably wouldn't do him because he is your friend, either, I guess."

I was relieved, but I didn't quite follow her logic. In fact, I was bewildered. My working hypothesis was that 'the sex partners and/or lovers of my close friends are verboten' but I wasn't sure. But I didn't get the chance to ask, either, because she went on, after drawing a deep but quick breath.

"But there are other factors to consider. Take that waterskiing hottie, Candy, for instance. I would understand if you wanted to do her, and she's not my friend, nor the lover of anybody I know, so it would only bother me a little, as long as the STD risk is not there. I would maybe even do her with you, she is cute, and then it wouldn't bother me at all. But I couldn't do anything with Ralph that might drive a wedge between him and my two friends, or you and me, for that matter."

I have a problem sometimes with my curiosity causing me to speak before I think, so instead of feeling relieved and shutting up, I said, "What if Marilyn and Big Liz wanted to have an orgy with Ralph, and me, and you?"

She laughed evilly. "Now there's an idea! I am sure glad you thought of that, Animal!"

Oh shit, me and my big mouth, again. My mom says there are times when you should "study at STFU", and this would have been a good time to enroll in that august institution. Liz and Marilyn were super hot, but I was not sure I would enjoy Ralph enjoying Suzanne, and I was pretty sure I would not enjoy it if Suzanne enjoyed him! I don't know if it would it be better or worse if it were some stranger instead of Ralph, but the green-eyed monster was stalking me, big time. I didn't have a chance to make things worse by running my yap anymore, because Suzanne plunged ahead again. 

"I think I could handle that, my Animal, as long as it didn't freak you out, but I am pretty sure Marilyn could not handle it. In fact, I don't think I even want to try to talk to her about it."

Now I was thoroughly confused. But at least my wind was holding out well. So was Suzanne's.

"So it is going to be a very busy time between now and Thanksgiving, isn't it? I just found out that I have to write the midterm for the class I am TA'ing for, and write the answer key, and circulate it to the professor and the other TA's before we leave for break! What fun. Then I have to incorporate all their suggestions and administer it right after we get back. Plus I have exams in all my graduate courses, too."

By this point we were on our last lap, and I marveled at how well I was holding up. Maybe I could handle a marathon in between Thanksgiving and Christmas, if I survived the next few days, that is. We did the sprint, then finished up our cool down laps, shared another tender kiss, and I missed her immediately. I had it bad for that girl, and I knew it. 

.....

Dwight the Dweeb Boy watched Robbie kiss Suzanne at the end of their run, as he always did. Dwight also knew to a 99% certainty what would happen next: Suzanne would go up to her little TA office, grade papers and study until the rush hour traffic died down, and then drive to her apartment. There she would reheat some leftovers, put on some classical music, and study some more. She did have good taste in music, if perhaps not in boyfriends. Finally she would do 100 sit-ups, 100 push-ups, and a 30 minute stretching routine. Dwight could make more than his salary just streaming that nightly routine on the internet and charging for logins, and even more for the video he got from the shower she took afterwards. The only problem would be getting drummed out of the agency, and the life sentence in solitary confinement at Fort Leavenworth, for treason, with no chance of parole or visitation. 

Once she pulled into the parking lot of her unassuming little apartment building, Dwight would let the rest of team go on 'ready' status while he spent the night monitoring things from the fake cable company van parked nearby. He could hit one alert key and recall them, but Pliskin's routine was such that they would almost never be required. His weeknights and weekdays were now just as boring as Suzanne's. 

.....

Just after leaving Suzanne, my runner's high suddenly kicked in, like never before, and I was high as a kite all through my shower and afternoon classes. It was a few minutes before they started serving dinner downstairs, and I was 'stucking farving' as my grandfather used to say. But I opened up my laptop and discovered a reply to my email to the Gallos. Far from being offended by my suggestion that they see Asa Weltschmerz, they thought it was a great idea, and their only question, after researching him, was how I managed to get them appointments so readily with what was obviously one of the most qualified guys in the states, if not the world. They had already set up times, and would complete the exams by tonight, after which Asa would be in touch with me, so Erminia could start Thursday night if that was convenient for me. I spent a few more minutes on a Project Erminia plan, and then literally ran down to dinner. 

Nora was there for early dinner, too, feeling the same kind of academic pressure Suzanne was. Besides being an assistant TA for Suzanne, she was also taking 18 credit hours of upper division undergraduate economics, and one graduate course. She was planning only a few hours sleep each night from now until Thanksgiving break. I told her that as soon as we got in the car the Wednesday before Thanksgiving; she could put her head on my shoulder and sleep all the way to my house. Then I thought how unlikely it was that Alley Shitty would still her incredibly irritating voice long enough for Nora to get any sleep on the drive back home. By the time I looked over at Nora, she was looking at me with tears in her eyes. I gave her a hug. I wanted to give her a lot more.

When I got back to my room, having stuffed my hollow leg enough to survive until breakfast, there was another email, this one from Spear Overtop. He wanted to join the engineering sub-group for the F1 tour, to get in touch with his 'inner geek' and would also love to come to dinner with the assembled group, but he was worried about where to take this many people for dinner given the almost total saturation of the capitol city eateries during the week before the race. He also wanted the girls and me to host an 'après race' affair at his party house. We could invite whoever we wanted, as long as we let Spear attend anonymously, and he would pick up the tab for the invitations, decorations, music, caterers, etc. suggesting a mid five figure budget, and listing contacts at the firms he normally used. I had no idea parties were so expensive, or what complexities were involved, but I was confident that Lara, Millie, and Suzanne could rise to the occasion. In fact, I figured they would get all fired up about it. I forwarded his email to the three of them, awaiting their reaction, and then responded to Spear that I thought I had it covered for the combined group dinner, and hoped he would be pleasantly surprised. 

Four hours of reading and problem sets later, I was caught up in math and all my other courses. Kevin was pulling an all-nighter at the ZZZ house with his frat assigned tutor, cramming for the upcoming exams in his required government and history classes. He said he didn't need to study for any of his RTF classes, because he was a natural genius at all that. I hope he doesn't flunk out. 

My phone buzzed, and it was Asa Weltschmerz, with a report on the Gallos. They were clean and clear medically, but he wanted to share his insights on Erminia. She was still almost completely consumed by what he called survivor guilt over the death of her first husband, well beyond what he would expect or had ever seen before. She would need some kind of very dramatic intervention to get out of that trap, and only then could she feel free enough to have sex without compounding her guilt. She loved Sapiento deeply, but she felt even more guilt for not being responsive to him and not being able to really please him, much less just be happy as a wife for his sake. There followed a discussion of Sapiento's health and capability for actually having sex with Erminia. I thanked him for agreeing to see them, and he laughed and said he should be thanking me. I asked why, and he just laughed again and said "that will become obvious after the race." I opened up my project plan for Erminia's training, and reconsidered how to do things. I fell asleep thinking about it.

.....

While Suzanne studied, Dwight did too. He read the latest report from the scenario pukes in Maryland, wherein they used Pavel's tendencies in other reported kidnappings to predict when and where they would try to grab Erminia or Sapiento. It was almost like game planning for another football team. The report also assessed the strengths and weaknesses of the criminal team members identified from the photograph at the party, to try to predict which bad actor would be assigned to do what and when. He also read a report on Paulo and Astrid, which concluded that they were being blackmailed, due to an indiscretion in Astrid's past, and were reluctantly helping Pavel in order to avoid disclosure and ruin. Dwight began to think about what he would plan if he were a master kidnapper.

The team on Erminia and Sapiento reported real difficulties in monitoring their phone and email traffic, as they had some sort of professional grade bug sweeping and counter surveillance efforts going on in and around their suite at the Four Seasons. Dwight was also guessing that a lot of the so called painting and redecorating job at their newly leased house was security related, too, promising to make snooping there even more difficult once they moved in. 

.....

Our first training session with Erminia was to be at 6 PM at their hotel, a time chosen to be as soon as possible after our last class periods. I was highly distracted through my classes during the day Thursday. Erminia insisted on sending a driver for us, and I felt self conscious when a black limo showed up at dorm, picking me up first. Millie did not mind at all when it arrived at the Phi Phi house, and she beamed as she skipped down the steps and joined me in the back seat. I expected to be taken to the circle drive and porte-cochere in front of the hotel, but the limo driver pulled into another underground garage around the corner from the main entrance and let us off at an unmarked elevator, giving us a plastic access card to activate it. We swiped the card and the elevator began moving. The enunciator on the elevator car showed levels 1 through 32, and when the car stopped, no floor number at all was displayed. But the doors opened normally and we stepped into a tastefully appointed hallway, with a smiling Erminia flanked by two average looking guys in dark grey suits and dark blue ties. 

She greeted us and showed us to an impressive parlor right out of an Architectural Digest magazine spread. The two presumed security types discreetly disappeared, closing the doors solidly behind them, and Erminia smiled nervously, and then said, "We will not be disturbed here. You are now in charge."

I had considered carefully what would be best for her, and reconsidered after my consultation with Asa, but I was still nervous about it. My whole plan was based on a single principle and a monotonic progression along a direct line from that principle, and I must never show any lack of resolve. I stood and glared at Erminia.

"Strip and get on your knees! You are a trainee of the lowest rank. Your training has nothing to do with your needs or wants. You must learn that your place is to please others. You will learn to focus completely on their pleasure. You will learn to cater to their every whim and desire, with no thought of your own pleasure or even your own comfort. In fact, you will learn to gladly accept pain for yourself if it brings pleasure to your master or mistress."

"Millie, strip and lie on your back on that red lounge chair, and spread your legs!" She complied. Erminia's eyes were glued to Millie as she slowly stripped. Millie was obviously enjoying the attention from both of us. She brazenly lay back on the chair, letting her legs fall apart languorously. She put her arms over her head and took a deep breath, her expanding chest emphasizing her breasts and nipples, which were suddenly marvelously erect, and her flat abdomen, which quivered enticingly.

I moved my chair close by, and motioned for Erminia to move to my side. When she did, I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her head between Millie's legs. I tried to tap directly into both women's Suzie signals; connecting to Millie now came very naturally to me, and touching Erminia helped me tune into hers. Erminia was nervous, uncertain, and apprehensive, and not the least bit sexually excited. That was fine. At this point, I wanted her to consider herself performing a task, not enjoying it or being aroused by it. 

"Eat that pussy, trainee! Make her come." Erminia resisted briefly, and then began to tentatively and mechanically tongue Millie, pushing back against my hand with the muscles in her neck and shoulders. I leaned down and spoke right into her ear: "Make that pussy your whole world. Smell it, taste it, listen to it, love it, and become one with it! Your only purpose in life is to make it happy and wet!" 

She stopped pushing back against my hand, leaned forward slightly, rested on her elbows, and put her hands under Millie's knees, holding Millie's legs up and even further apart. Millie arched her back even further, and her Suzie signal began to increase in intensity. Erminia began to move her head left and right slowly, and I could see her jaw muscles moving as she thrust her tongue into Millie. Millie made a little sigh. Erminia's head began moving back and forth more vigorously, and Millie's sighs became louder. Erminia alternated between left and right, up and down, and occasionally in and out motions and Millie began to groan. 

I squeezed Erminia's neck roughly. "Open your eyes and watch Millie's nipples to see what arouses them. See if you can make that wonderful pussy flow a little more and taste a little stronger as you please it. Feel her clit get harder as you do the right thing for her. You should be grateful just for the chance to smell it, much less kiss it and taste it!" 

Erminia looked up at Millie and began flicking her tongue on Millie's clit. Millie sighed more loudly and began to push her hips up a little, toward Erminia. I began to hear Erminia's breathing as she exerted more effort, and then Millie's breath came faster too. There was still no sexual Suzie signal from Erminia, just concentration on her task. Millie pushed up on her elbows to look down at Erminia, and began to touch her own nipples gently, and turned her head from side to side. Millie opened her mouth and began to pant lightly. Erminia used her arms to get a stronger purchase on Millie's pelvis, tilting it up and down to add to the motions of her head and tongue. 

Millie softly said "Right there, right there, right there" and put her head back and her chin up. Erminia began to add even more force to her side to side movements. 

I could sense through Millie's Suzie signal that Erminia had found the right spot on Millie's clit and was focusing in on it. "You can tell she likes that, trainee! Now add some suction on it!" I said. I leaned back in my chair, letting go of Erminia's neck as she was now concentrating fully on Millie's pussy without my urging. 

Erminia made a suckling sound and Millie gasped again, hissing "Yes!" as she encouraged her efforts. I could visualize Millie's vaginal lips locked to Erminia's mouth by the suction and being tugged as Erminia moved her head to and fro. Erminia bore in a little closer and sucked a little harder, and Millie reached down and grabbed her by the ears and began to direct her motions so that they were exactly what she needed.




My Only Talent Ch. 15



"Learn what she wants, trainee, and do it without hesitation! We will continue to repeat this until you know and can anticipate her every preference."

Erminia still sent no sexual signals, but she was showing full attention and concentration. She began to alternate between humming, blowing and sucking on Millie's little snatch, and moving her head even more vigorously. Millie spread her legs even wider and pushed her pussy up towards Erminia's face. Both women were now breathing rapidly and deeply: Millie through her mouth and Erminia through her nose while her mouth was sealed to Millie. Millie put one hand behind Erminia's head and pulled her face into her even more strongly, so strongly that I could see the muscles in Millie's forearm working with the effort. 

Millie pushed down with her legs and lifted her hips off of the red chaise lounge, still pushing herself into Erminia's face. Millie's cries expanded, sounding almost desperate. She now grabbed Erminia's hair strongly, and in an almost Suzanne like move, began to effectively fuck Erminia's face with her pussy. Erminia responded with even stronger suction and motion, and soon Millie was crying "Oh, oh, oh!" and then arched her back and threw her head back and screamed loudly, her hips shaking. 

Erminia's motions were now so strong that she made loud, wet noises, like a junior high kid making simulated fart noises surreptitiously in the back of class. Millie's Suzie signal began beeping and her orgasm swept through her. Her nipples pulsed, and goose pumps propagated from her neck down to her arms and waist. She froze for just a moment, and then had another crushing climax, gasping for breath. Then she clamped Erminia's head in her hands and held it completely motionless for about ten seconds, then relaxed slightly and her pelvis rolled forward, then back. Erminia broke the seal between her mouth and Millie with a raspy popping noise, and looked almost smug with her success. 

"Do it again, trainee, and with more feeling!" I said. 

Erminia stuck her tongue out again and used her legs to push her shoulders closer to Millie's snatch, keeping her tongue extended and sliding it in and out of her vagina. I could see the muscles in Erminia's back working to shift her around, and Millie's nipples got even harder and redder. She began to use her thigh muscles to match Erminia's to and fro motions. Millie returned her hands to her nipples and twisted them savagely. Erminia then seemed determined to thrust her tongue deep inside of Millie and roll it around in every direction. After a few moments, she drew her face back and began to lick Millie with little individual tongue motions, then plunged back in again. Erminia's Suzie signaled not arousal but comfort, as if she was beginning to like making Millie feel good. 

Millie pushed up again almost to full seated position and began to verbally direct Erminia's actions. "Harder, make me come. Deeper, make me come!" All of her muscles tensed again and she shook in an almost seizure like dance, grabbing the back of Erminia's neck again and pulling it into her. "I'm coming!" She lifted her hips up again and Erminia pushed them up with her hands thrusting them up off the couch, and Millie grabbed Erminia's wrists and locked that position in. Her face froze in a grimace, her eyes closed, her breathing frantic. The she grunted and then relaxed her legs, her butt hitting the couch with a 'woofing' sound as the air escaped her lungs. 

I was now connected to both of him with complete signal clarity. Erminia was still not sexually excited. She was alternately either frustrated that she was not doing a task well, or happy that she was succeeding, yet always afraid that she was about to be scolded. I realized it was connected to her guilt, and I used that. "Make her come again, and quickly. If you can't bring her off twice in the next few minutes, I will write you off as hopeless and terminate your training immediately!" Erminia drew a deep breath and concentrated on Millie. I tuned in to her too, and offered Erminia some advice. When Millie's Suzie began to wax, I murmured encouragement to Erminia, and when it waned, I scolded her. I was so connected to Millie now, I could almost say "right there" for her. I was amazed at how subtle their signals were and how well I could read them: I felt truly part of their little tableau. I still sensed Ermie concentrating hard on Millie, and silently hoping to make her come, but still with no real sexual excitement of her own. Millie was relaxing and getting into the rhythm, forgetting about the strange surroundings and unfamiliar situation, and beginning to trust Erminia. 

Soon Millie grabbed Ermie's head and shook like she was standing up in the stirrups of a horse, and her Suzie blossomed to signal the best orgasm of the session, accompanied by a wafting burst of aroma from her beautiful and furry little air freshener. Millie had a funky, expanding overtone to her Suzie when an orgasm was especially strong. It was not as unique as Suzanne's quirky sneeze when she really came hard, but it was a signature for her pleasure. Erminia must have memorized the correct sequence, because she did it again and Millie came quickly again, reaching up not to grab Ermie's head, but to gently caress it and smile. Erminia smiled back up at her, like I used to smile up from between Mrs. Douglass's legs, and kissed the inside of Millie's things softly, all the while licking up Millie's juices. 

I smiled very briefly at Erminia, careful to wipe it off my face as soon as she saw it. "You may be trainable. You may not be. We shall see. Before next week's session, I expect you to spend at least two hours each day researching more and better techniques for cunnilingus, studying female anatomy and response, and visualizing how you could better please Millie. Next week, if you cannot achieve at least twice as many orgasms in the same amount of time, I will be forced to suspend your training! Now lean over on the couch and present yourself for a spanking!"

Erminia's face betrayed her surprise and confusion, but she turned and dropped her waist on the red chaise lounge, reaching up to grab the opposite side of it with her arms and tensing her legs against the floor, raising her lovely buttocks to the most vulnerable possible position. Suddenly there was a hint of sexual tension in her Suzie signal, then a wave of guilt. I realized that they had been somehow pathologically tied together, and that each time she felt excitement, her guilt welled up to suppress it. Asa Weltschmerz told me she would never feel she had punished herself enough. Someone else would have to punish her until she felt it was enough, but the trouble was figuring out how much was really enough. He said that was always the problem. But I had my Suzie receiver, a big advantage that he did not know about. I figured that somehow her Suzie would tell me when she had really been punished enough, and I was determined to take her to that point. Beyond that point, perhaps she could begin to enjoy herself a little bit, and then Sapiento could to.

I took a position behind Ermie, where she could not see me, and paused to let her anticipate what would happen next. Millie was getting into it now, and she took Ermie's head in her hands and made eye contact with her. This kind of spanking would likely make Millie come, but I hoped she realized that Erminia would not react that way. Millie said "Keep your eyes on mine, trainee! Do not close them."

Sometimes improvisation is just the right thing. Erminia shivered, and I delivered a rousing blow to her left buttock. She made a sound somewhere between a hiccup and a cough, then emitted a low moan. I counted to three between smacks, and gave her five on each buttock, then listened carefully to her Suzie signal. No excitement, no anger, just resignation. Her punishment phase may take a while, but I didn't see any alternative but to go through with it, all the way to the end. I narrated my strokes, popping her even harder: "You must be punished severely, you selfish, unthinking worm!"

She sobbed, but her Suzie said she agreed with my evaluation. I would have to punish her until she felt it was enough. I was risking everything on being able to tell when that point had been reached. Millie watched me warily as I continued to spank Erminia. For the first few strokes, it excited her, and she wanted those strokes herself. But after the first dozen or so, she seemed to realize the depth of the sorrow that had been visited upon Erminia, and she watched frozen, cushioning her head as if trying to help absorb the aftershock of each of my strokes. For the next dozen, she looked askance at me, wondering if I had lost control. When I finally stopped, she gasped when she stopped holding her breath, and Erminia for her part sobbed loudly.

"I will need to bring some instruments of discipline for your next session, trainee! You have not yet been properly punished, but I promise that you will be!" Erminia curled into the fetal position, and Millie looked daggers at me as she slipped her dress back on. "Remember to complete your assignments for next week!" With that, I took Millie by the arm and we went into the hallway. I used the card reader to call the elevator, and the door opened and took us back into the parking garage. The driver opened the limo doors for use and we got in, without a word passing between us. 

As Millie and I rode back toward the Phi Phi house, I realized how much the training session had affected me. I was only now realizing how horny I was, as I had been ignoring myself while concentrating fully on doing the right thing for Erminia. I was just about to drop off the only possible outlet for my lust, and I had hours of schoolwork to do before I could sleep. Just as we pulled up at the Phi Phi porch, Millie grabbed my shoulder and whispered wetly in my ear, "Saturday night! Anything you want! Anything at all!" Apparently she had regained her erotic equilibrium. I suppose there might be some virtue in waiting and anticipating the weekend. 

When I returned to the dorm around 10 PM, Kevin was nowhere to be found. As I sat down at my little study desk, I heard an alarming noise. It was my stomach growling, as I had eaten nothing at all since lunch. Even though most of my exertion during the training session was mental, save for a little vigorous spanking, I was still famished. I grabbed some change from my backpack, and headed for the vending machines in the basement. 

A huge college dorm complex filled with roughly ten thousand 'fresh persons' can sometimes be a living and breathing theatre of the absurd. Evenings and late nights seem to be the most poignant, as people return from a variety of good or bad experiences and are often confronted with what they should have done, but have not. Or what they did, and should not have. These feelings are often acted out accompanied by booze, drugs, screaming histrionics, self flagellation, cutting and other even more creative forms of self abuse. Every semester there were several suicide attempts, and the occasional success. Almost every time I did my laundry or ventured down to the vending machine area, I witnessed some of these scenes. Tonight was no exception. 

The football team had its own dining hall nearby, and a separate residence floor in the complex, and especially first year players were under a lot of stress. Pressure to keep their grades up was very real, and so were the opportunities to spend time doing everything but academics. There was good natured hazing by some of the upperclassmen athletes, plus some frankly psychotic abuse masquerading as hazing. As soon as they were allowed to, those athletes that survived their freshman year and could afford it fled the dorms for apartments or rental houses wherever they could find them. Dana Duke had told me a few stories about her relatively mild adventures as a freshman female golfer on scholarship, but also some very dark tales of those most worshipped and also most abused athletes on the ESU campus, the newly recruited football players. 

One of my high school buddies was a walk on player working on the practice squad, simulating the opposing team's offense in weekly practices. He and most of his family were long term multi-generational alums and fans, but he couldn't get a whiff of a scholarship offer to play football at ESU. He was by far the most talented player on our high school football team, and he did have scholarship offers from some of the 'directional schools' in neighboring states, but nothing from any of the other major conference schools in Texas, either. He actually consulted my Mom about his choice of schools, not because she knew anything about football, but because his long term goal was to be an accountant. They concluded that since his long term plan was to live in Texas, an ESU accounting degree and networking opportunities would be far superior, from a 'client development' perspective (which was apparently what accountants called marketing) to any of the out of state schools. Even if he just ended up in an ESU team picture with 150 other walk-ons to put on his office wall, it would serve him much better than being a starter anywhere else. As a result of staying in touch with him, I had some insight into the inner workings of the ESU football program, and some of the characters involved. 

That was why I recognized the guy standing in front of the drink vending machine at the other end of the row from where I was. He was a highly touted freshman offensive lineman from a small town less than a hundred miles from campus, and considered a real prospect for the NFL a few years hence. He was six foot six inches, 295 pounds, and still a growing just turned 18 year old, yet to fill out his dainty frame with muscle. After a few years with the ESU nutritionist and the strength and conditioning staff, he was expected to show up at the scouting combine at 6' 7" and 325 lbs, with the same very low body fat he had now. 

I had been victimized by the same vending machine he now stood in front of before, and always avoided it. Although the light brown colored metal refrigerator substitute was Bluetooth equipped and supposedly offered multiple payment options, including bills, coins, credit cards, Paypal, NetSpend, and even BevoBucks, the only thing that seemed to offer any hope of actually getting a drink was dollar bills, and after you deposited two of them and the little roller sucked them up, nothing happened. No drink, no change, not even any blinking lights. When it happened to me, I simply concluded that I should avoid that machine in the future. Oh, there was a sign detailing a web page you could log into and submit a claim for a refund, but I had heard that all you got was an email saying your claim was being investigated, with no further action. 

Freddie the Freshman Footballer chose a different course of action. He laughed and bitch slapped the machine dramatically about where its face would have been, if it had one, and said "How much do you squat, man?" and bent down and grabbed the machine down low and grunted. The thing had to weigh at least 350 pounds. He slowly lifted it up until it was about three feet off the ground. Then he tilted the machine about thirty degrees, and dropped it, so that it landed right on the front left corner. I got the feeling he had done this before, and it was a well developed technique. There was a keening noise and the sheet metal skin split up that corner, opening a gash about two feet long. He grabbed one side, and opened the split further like peeling a banana skin. He then reached in, got his Dr. Pepper, and then spun and delivered a thundering karate kick right into the front of the machine, smashing the bill roller, keypad, and LCD screen. He noticed me and smiled, flashed me a Hook 'em sign, and headed for the stairs with his prize. I got two packages of cheese crackers and a Coke from other machines, and headed up stairs for several hours of devotion to school.

Friday morning I awoke with a pounding erection, I guess from all the Thursday night stimulation without any action or release. I was, of course, ravenously hungry, too, the cheese crackers having not truly been sufficient to tide me over last night. I tanked up even more thoroughly than Wednesday morning, in anticipation of starting another noon run with Suzanne. I looked around for Nora, but did not see her, but spotted Ralph as he sat down with me at the table, his plate just as loaded as mine was.

"Hey, Robbie! Guess who just got moved into this dorm." He laughed. "The food seems better here, so far, and so many people flunked out that I actually have a room all to myself! Both of the former occupants are heading home for a local yokel future, I guess. It's a much better place for me than a bunk bed in the lounge of the old dorm. Actually, it hasn't been that bad, since I almost never sleep there. It's usually at Liz's or Marilyn's place. I have to eat a lot more calories to keep up with those two. But I'm not complaining! In fact, I should thank you more often for recognizing the opportunity and pointing it out to me."

I laughed with him. "From what I hear, the girls aren't complaining either! Sounds like a good deal to me."

He looked funny. "I don't see how you keep up with three of them. I can barely handle two, and if they couldn't get each other off, I would have big trouble. I guess it sort of balances out."

Now I was puzzled. "What to you mean by balances out?"

"Well, having the two girls there at once gets me more excited, but the fact that there are two of them also means I have to get excited more often!"

Now I understood. "That's what they call a very high quality problem, Ralphie boy." He guffawed, wearing his version of my shit eating grin. We walked out together toward the South Mall. 

Rhetoric and Composition served up the first exam of the pre-Thanksgiving gauntlet, a combination of multiple choice questions that proved you at least knew the titles and characters of the books on the reading list, and a few essay questions to find out whether or not you had actually read any of them and formed any opinions. I had read them all, and I was pretty sure Ms. Wyrickie would give me break even if she disagreed with my opinions. Engineering 101 was a pre-test review, and I had learned Lillehammer's pattern, thanks to having access to the UDP test files for the last several years. The practice test was twice as long as the real exam would be, and the questions on the even pages were very similar to what would end up on the exam, so I had a good study plan for the test next Monday. 

I began my run at the now comfortable faster pace, and Suzanne soon joined in right on time, one minute before noon. "Mornin', Animal!" she exclaimed, always precise. "Let's talk about the Formula One after Race Party at Spear's place!" Actually, she talked, and I listened. She and Millie and Lara had taken to the task enthusiastically, having set up elaborate shared planning documents on Google Drive and brainstorming all the options. Their goal was to make sure the invitees never forgot the last party of their first trip to Austin, and to instill in them a burning desire to get invited back for next year's bash. Lara said her dad insisted on contributing to the budget, as long as he could submit some of his younger networking targets for attendance, and they had agreed. Lara had been consulting with the event planner I met at the UDP port with Cisco, and she was promising a bang up job at minimum price, since it could be her entre' to doing much more business with the Gran Prix crowd next year. Suzanne had a few ideas for how to spice things up considerably, and she was working on her soccer girls and the Phi Phi pledges to develop some very special entertainment for the party. I could even detect her Suzie signal sparking about as the anticipated it. What did she have in mind?




My Only Talent Ch. 15



Then the subject changed to me, specifically, my physical conditioning. "Next semester, after you have done the marathon, you should do some non-running conditioning for core strength and flexibility. I got you into a class with Bob the Knob George, the best exercise physiologist in the state, if not the world. He normally only takes people he knows personally, but I vouched for you, and he agreed to let you register. I will send you the unique number for the section and you can log on to the registrar's site and add the class. Private students pay him $10K per year to train them, but you can get it for just three semester hours worth of tuition. Do everything he tells you too, even if you don't see why at first, and never miss a session with him. He is the best! And if he wants you to come to his lab for tests and studies, also do it without delay."

We finished our 15 miles plus sprint and cool down laps, and then Suzanne split to catch her ride to the away soccer games, one in Waco early Saturday morning and the later one the next day in Killeen. She gave me a very lingering kiss, and made me promise to be ready for her on Sunday night. I told her, quite honestly, that I was always ready for her, and always would be. She looked at me funny, then gave me a hug so strong I had trouble breathing, and not just because her arms were so buff. My runner's high then kicked in so strongly that my shower and shampoo (with conditioner, as Suzanne and Lara both doggedly insisted) was an almost psychedelic experience. At least I told myself it was only the runner's high. 

.....

Dwight had grown complacent, observing Suzanne repeat her routine over and over, so he returned to his car from his perch near the running track, intending to watch her car and the exit from her office for a few more hours until rush hour abated. He was lucky to have the monitors inside her office, as she quickly gathered up her stuff, threw it in her book bag, and picked up her soccer duffle and locked her door. Dwight did not have eyes on the hallway, and when she did not appear at her car, he went on alert. He was about to panic when she emerged from the front exit of the building and got into a waiting white van that Dwight had seen before. Soccer game somewhere then, he supposed. Dwight started his car and followed, a few car lengths behind, as the van headed south on Speedway, then turned left on MLK and then turned left again and climbed up the very short ramp and blended into the northbound lanes of the Interstate. 

Suzanne was seated in the front passenger seat of the old van, which was equipped with huge rear view mirrors on both sides. Due to her father's profession, and her unusual multinational childhood, she was always very conscious of the traffic around her. When other kids driving with their dads were playing 'license plate poker' and 'find the next letter' on the road signs, she was playing 'spot the tail, burn the tail', and when she was a little older, learning to successfully trail people herself. She had subconsciously made the car following her before, but now she noticed it and its tradecraft very explicitly. It was moving up and back, interposing multiple cars, and moving from lane to lane well, and if Suzanne had been driving, she might not have picked it up. But as a passenger, especially with that giant outside rear view mirror, she had spotted it quickly. Plus the young guy driving it looked familiar.

.....

My afternoon classes were also exam reviews, and I felt I was already prepared for next week. I spent the rest of the afternoon in the dorm room at my desk, checking off all my schoolwork to do's, and then beat feet to early dinner. My post run high was fading, and it was replaced by some serious hunger. It was steak night, so I stocked up on red meat, for the growing boy in me. I didn't see anyone I knew, but caught sight of two girls I hadn't seen before sending Suzie for me. I introduced myself to one, Nancy Bergeron, who was in the same situation as Ralph, having just moved into the dorm from a floor lounge at the last remaining girl's only dorm. She was gorgeous, charming, bright as a new penny, and gave me her mobile number. My cup runneth over. I didn't have to be at Peggy's until 8:30, so a nap was on the agenda, and I went to sleep immediately. 

The alarm went off at 8:00 PM, and I quickly dressed, brushed my teeth, and walked to Peggy's place. The weather was very cool, my mood was very warm. I had been in a simmering horniness mode for more than 24 hours, and Peggy was now about to be the sole object of my affections. I got there with about five minutes to spare, and sat on the back steps that led up to her upstairs apartment. The law office that occupied the bottom floor of the house was all closed up. My phone beeped with a text message from Peggy – the tour group was running late, so she would be a few minutes later than planned. I replied 'no hay problema' with a :) 

A few minutes later I heard the distinctive exhaust note of her car, a parking space on campus being one of the few perks of her museum junior curator and tour guide job. She quickly stowed the car in the garage, and we walked up the stairs together, arm in arm. She locked the door behind us and said "I have to take a quick shower. I am really funky from walking all over campus and then all over the center with the tour group!" I laughed, took her hands in mine, and shook my head no. 

She looked puzzled as I begin to unbutton her blouse, removed her bra and skirt, and picked her up by the waist and deposited her on the kitchen table. I pulled up a chair and sat between her legs, tugging on her panties.

"Oh, Robbie, I am really very sweaty and..."

She never got to say anything else, as I tugged her panties down, spread her legs, and buried my face between them. She was very aromatic, but my lizard brain was right at home, and I was instantly in a complete frenzy. Her hesitancy had disappeared, and her Suzie was signaling with rocketing intensity. I was plugged right into her, and my tongue began to scratch her right where she was itching. I was a gourmet at a tasting. She was funky, nasty, sweaty, bordering on the ammoniac, and I loved every molecule of it. Maybe it was latent demand from watching Ermie eat Millie, maybe it was Peggy's big strong legs and lollapalooza ass, but whatever it was I was up for it, literally and figuratively. I pushed her legs up into the air, and dove even further into her snatch. She reached out and grabbed my head and pulled it into her, just as I began to suck her sweet and fully engorged clit. She shook, and growled, and came, flooding my face with fantastic sauce, which I quickly made to disappear, and began to root for more.

She grunted and worked my head with her hands, and I sucked on her clit as she came again. "Yes!" she murmured. "Eat my dirty pussy!" My kind of girl. My kind of pussy, too. I was totally connected to her, and my every effort was tuned toward making her come again. I got déjà vu, and I wanted déjà three and four. Soon she shook again, vibrating at the waist, and I was rewarded with another tasty squirt. That was my cue. I stood up, threw off my pants and underwear, and positioned myself to enter her. But I stopped short and looked at her expectantly. Her eyes opened, and she smiled up at me coyly.

Suddenly she was in her Betty Boop character. "I think this wild man is going to fuck me, yes he is. Just use me for his pleasure. Ram that dick into me with no mercy. Yes he will!"

And I did. In one swift stroke I slipped all the way into her hot, wet, and totally wonderful pleasure palace. She put both hands on my buttocks, and squeezed as hard as she could.

"I knew it, I knew he was going to fuck me, and there's nothing I can do but just take it! This nasty man will crawl up on top of me and use all his strength to fuck me just as deep and as hard as he can. I just know he will!"

I did just that. I moved up onto the kitchen table, which luckily was a big antique with a strong and wide base, just like Peggy. I began a slow and inexorable drive to penetrate her fully. I started very slowly, pushing as deep into her as I could and putting as much of my weight and strength as I could into the effort. She spread her legs a little wider and let go of my butt and used her arms to grip the edges of the table. I shifted my weight right onto her center of gravity, and stroked a little faster. She opened her eyes and locked them onto mine, as I smiled what I hoped was a feral, yet loving grin. Her Suzie was my guide, and it was singing loud and dulcet tones that moved right into my brain. She began to use her big bad legs to meet my thrusts with their power driving her upward yet her pussy was yielding completely to me. It was an amazing ballet of coordinated lust, thrust, and tenderness, and it was dance I wanted to dance forever. 

Her eyes went wide, her features twisted, and I realized she was about to come, after just a few strokes. She had a shocked expression on her face, as if she was surprised about it too, and then she lurched up into me and I felt her hot box grab my dick, hard. It pulsed one, two, three times, so hard it almost hurt, and her Suzie pulsed loudly and sweetly in perfect synchrony. I was reminded of when I took a nasty fall on the tennis court and then being inside a slammingly loud MRI machine that surrounded me while its pounding noises went right through me. Then a look of calm and peace spread across her face, and she smiled at me. It just made me harder and crazier, and I began stroking again. And she moved effortlessly to meet my thrusts. Her Suzie signal was almost like a percussionist keeping time to our movements, hitting a high hat cymbal just at the point of maximum penetration. It certainly was music to my ears.

Her Suzie said to pause for a few moments, so I did, and felt her powerful breathing move my entire body up and down slightly. A contentment signal soared strongly, along with a strong carrier modulated with a clear image of me fucking her again. I smiled at her, gave her a little kiss on the lips, and then fucked even harder, tuning out all thought of her Suzie and just concentrating on getting myself off as fast as I could. Every ounce of my weight was pinning her down to the table, every erg of my muscular effort was being used to thrust into her. I realized I was in the zone, but I wanted my release. I was pushing the same elevator button over and over and the car was not coming, yet. I tuned out everything else but my pleasure, and stubbornly pounded away at her. I felt the tide began to turn and knew it was now inevitable. 

Just as I was about to shoot, I pulled out and squatted right above her face, finishing off in her mouth. She took me in with a vengeance and sucked me dry with a fervor I had never before experienced and would never be able to forget. I kept my eyes on hers as she swallowed my last few drops, watching her beatific expression in wonder. I had never felt so accepted, so satisfied, and so loved. I plopped myself out of her mouth, climbed back on top of her, and spread myself out to maximize our skin contact with each other. She began gently kissing my chin and cheeks, and sighed as she bore all my weight with ease. She hooked her legs behind my knees and drew me even closer to her, releasing her arms from holding the table behind her and putting them over my shoulders. 

She stopped kissing me and began to giggle. "The big strong man fucked me, yes he did! In fact, it was the very best fucking this poor little girl has ever had. I won't be able to resist him anymore. I will just have to let him have his way with me anytime he wants, and do anything he wants! Yes I will!"

She paused. "Seriously, Robbie, that was beyond my wildest dreams!"

I kissed her neck. "Next time you are sweaty before one of our dates, maybe you should check with me before you shower?"

She giggled again. "I will probably think of you every time I get sweaty from now on. In fact, I may exercise a lot more just hoping the muscle memory will remind me of what just happened. But right now, Mr. Mean and Fabulous Fucker, I am going to take a shower and then we are going out for some food! Due to my changing schedule today, I had a half bottle of Zero water and half of a stale, dry bagel for lunch, and damn little for breakfast, too." She giggled again and easily rolled me off of her and toward the floor. I was lucky to land on my feet, and she was a lot stronger than I thought. All that lovely cushioning was hiding some wrestler muscles underneath. 

I joined her in the shower. First we got very practical and very clean as soon as possible. Then I indulged in some ass worship until the hot water began to fade out. When I stood up to dry off she kissed me tenderly, and said "I know after dinner you are going to expect me to suck your nasty cock, aren't you? Yes you are. Urges, you know! I guess I'll have to do it." She was right on target. She kissed me again, wonderfully.

.....

Dwight was in the parking lot at the International House of Pancakes in Waco on the interstate. Dwight had never had the occasion to go to Waco before. He could see Suzanne through the restaurant's picture window, seated with almost a dozen other girls at a big table, eating and talking. Apparently they were quite accomplished at both. These girls were all in shape, ran as much as Suzanne did, and they put away a lot of food to keep up their metabolism. Dwight would be surprised if any of them could talk as much as Suzanne, but they sure tried. The window was big and only double pane, with no inert gas in between, so the little laser mike mounted inconspicuously on his side mirror brought in their conversations pretty well. His backroom team had hacked and found only two room reservations at the nearby Budget Inn, so apparently they were staying six to a room. That was very frugal, sort of like agency domestic per diem policy. 

His smart phone app suggested local attractions for him to visit, which was one way to pass the off duty time. He would probably have to miss the Dr. Pepper museum, but the Texas Ranger museum didn't look too bad. One of the mottos his agency trainers had adopted was "One Riot, One Ranger" and maybe Dwight could learn a little background on that phrase. When the girls finished their sumptuous repast and moved to the motel, Dwight was able to find a parking spot that commanded a view of every door to every room in the place. Of course, that was not much of an accomplishment since almost every parking space in the lot did too. 

.....

We went down stairs and Peggy opened the garage door and we climbed into her car. I noticed a big portfolio of drawings and lots of Art History books on the back seat. I asked her about her job and her major, and she launched into an extended description. "Well, I am an Art History major, about to be one of 3,000 or so graduates who chase maybe three real non-teaching museum jobs that come open each year."

She rounded the block from the alley behind her house and then turned east on 12th, moving patiently through traffic and red lights, but making better progress than she would have on 6th or 7th, especially on a Friday night. She continued, "Those three jobs can pop up anywhere in the world, with Europe most likely, usually as museum senior curators retire or die, and all the people in the hierarchy below them move up a step and a 'grunt work' job opens up for a recent graduate hire who will actually do most of the work."

She laughed. "But I do love the work, enough to keep pursuing such a low expected value path, apparently. For example, at the center right now, in between giving tours, I am cataloging a collection of very old erotic books that was donated by a recently deceased ESU alum from Midland/Odessa. He was a very rich oilman, and apparently his secret passion was collecting original erotica in Latin and Greek. Once his family figured out what all those books were, they couldn't wait to donate them to somebody, and not the First Baptist Church, either! They made ESU promise that we would never reveal the name of the donor, and that we would take physical possession of the collection as soon as possible. Some of them appear to be original manuscripts that no one has published anything about before, and that makes it all worthwhile for me. And for one of the classics professors, who is bugging me every day to finish my intake procedures so he can study them and publish papers on them."

"Do you read Latin and Greek?" I asked. Why were all the women I liked so much more classically educated than I?

"Yes. My grandparents came here from Greece, so they taught me, and I went to Catholic school that did Latin immersion. And my mother's family is from France, and she taught me French, and Russian which she studied in school, and I also picked up Italian and German via complete immersion on several semesters aboard, otherwise I would not have a chance at one of those three jobs even if I found an opening. By the way, after supper, I may experiment on you using some techniques I was just reading about this morning!"

Sometimes education is a very fine thing. We passed the hospital on our right, then turned right to go south on the Interstate access road, and then back east on 7th. The traffic around us was a eclectic mix of the "Keep Austin Weird" set in Smart Cars, Nissan Leafs, Honda Civics and little Japanese pickups with biodiesel bumper stickers; the SXSW and Venture Capital crowd in Fiskers, Teslas and Hybrid SUV's; y los vatos locos in tricked out lowriders with pneumatic suspension systems and illuminated wheel wells; and finally another group of just regular old traditional families out for dinner. But they all liked Tex-Mex food on the eastside on a Friday night, and Peggy pulled up to a crowded parking lto at a classic looking place right out of a location casting directors' notebook. To the untrained eye, it looked like the 'before' video from an episode of "Restaurant Impossible' except that at ten minutes to midnight more than two dozen people were lined up outside the door waiting for a table. My mom taught accounting classes for the hospitality management studnets at her junior college, and taught restaurant business rules of thumb to all us kids at the dinner table, so I knew that this kind of population pressure meant bar sales, a good per seat average, fast table turns, and solid profits. 

"Oh, it smells wonderful!" Peggy exclaimed, after ducking her head inside the door to check the line inside. "The line is not bad compared to most weekends and the chalkboard says they still have cabrito! I guess the F1 crowd hasn't discovered this place yet."

Now she had my full attention. Cabrito, or barbequed kid goat, was one of my favorites, but restaurants seldom did it justice. I had it many times at my mom's friend's place down near Three Rivers. They butcher the young goat, marinate it in secret mixtures of wine or spirits, peppers, and onions, and then build a fire in a pit, wait until it burns down to mostly coals, and then wrap the goat in corn shucks (old school) or aluminum foil (new school) and bury it in the coals and ashes for at least twelve hours of slow cooking. Done right, it was moist, tender, and melted in your mouth. But most places managed to serve it overcooked, tough, and gamey. I told Peggy about it as we moved up in the line. She said she also had some fond memories of the place in south Texas, too, and patted my butt.

We finally made it up far enough in the line to get inside, and the interior was circa 1957, and classically decorated. Besides the paintings of Benito Jaurez, Cantinflas', and Flore' Sylvestre, there was even a framed and autographed photo of Mil Mascaras. It was flanked in the other place of highest honor by the ever venerable black velvet canvas rendering of JFK. Peggy pointed them out, and said "These were hung contemporaneously, with perfect provenance!" As we passed the cash register, the owner and founder sat behind the counter and eyed the line carefully, checking people out as they paid their tabs, and probably estimating what the incoming orders would be to give a little feed forward data to the kitchen. Behind him on the wall was his honorable discharge from the US Army, just after the Korean War. Three of the four waiters looked like younger versions of him. Next to his DD214 form there was a giant calendar, with the restaurant's name and address, and on each page, a different but always busty and bare breasted Aztec princess, with erect nipples and dark eyes, and a prominent Mestizo nose, just about to either ravished by hordes of warriors or become a human sacrifice. I had seen calendars like this since I was about five, traveling with my father all over south and west Texas on sales trips, and perhaps this early erotica had jump started my always strong attraction to Latina beauties and other dark haired girls. I also realized that my actual experiences with them had not begun to live up to my adolescent fantasies and current expectations. 




My Only Talent Ch. 15



The crowd inside was a mapping of the groups outside on the street, with the traditional families and SXSW/VC crowds somewhat overrepresented. I put my arm protectively around Peggy as a boisterous but already fed group crowded by us to get back outside, and all the males stared at her hungrily. She snuggled into me and took my hand with one of hers and moved it down lower on her flank, maintaining eye contact with the gawkers and making it clear who she was here with. Man did she ever know how to make a guy feel great, in so many ways. When we reached our booth, I slid in next to her and gave her a tender little kiss, to make sure everyone knew who I was here with, too.

At just that instant, I made eye contact with Vaya Perez, sitting at a table about twenty feet away, sipping a frozen Margarita. She smiled back at me enticingly and looked back and forth rapidly from Peggy to me, and then glanced at the people around her and rose, walking over toward us. As before, she looked even better in person than on TV, and my dick suddenly perked up, remembering that she smelled better, too. Peggy noticed the movement toward us and focused in on Vaya's approach. At that point, some amazing things happened. 

First, I noticed Peggy's 'normal' female reaction to Vaya's approach. She drew herself up to her full height, her shoulders went back, her chest went out, and she adopted a pleasant but relatively inexpressive smile. She put her hand on my thigh, and her other hand up on the table. Vaya, for her part, walked languidly toward us, swaying her hips in slight exaggeration, and adopted a similar smile. Then I was hit by Peggy's Suzie signals, always pure but now very strong and unmistakably clear. She was sending complete focus on me, and her intense readiness to scratch Vaya's dark eyes out if she made a play for me. She was defending her relationship with me with the ferocity of a mother lion defending her cubs. It gave me goose bumps, but it was nice to be wanted.

Vaya noticed Peggy's defensive posture and slowed her approach warily. Vaya's Suzie was split into two parts, very disharmoniously. One part wanted me and wanted to push Peggy out of the picture, and make Peggy watch while she took me, but the other half wanted to open up Peggy's blouse and devour her ample breasts! Her attraction for Peggy seemed to simultaneously surprise and bewilder Vaya. There was absolutely no resonance on Peggy's part. Sensing their signals in comparison to each other, I now recognized that the clarity and strength of Peggy's tone meant that she was hardwired for men and men only.

I was still processing all this when Vaya spoke. "Hello Robbie. I just wanted to say hello and follow up on my invitation?"

Peggy bristled visibly, as I replied "Well, as I told you, I have no interest in appearing on camera on any subject. But may I introduce my friend Peggy? Peggy, this is Vaya Perez from Channel 25 News."

The temperature dropped twenty degrees as Peggy extended her hand half heartedly, and Vaya took it and shook it in the same spirit. Peggy spoke. "Yes, hello, Vaya. I have seen you on the news. You may know my cousin, Jesse Greco?"

Vaya smiled coyly, replying "I didn't until he broke the AG video story, but now everyone in Texas knows who he is! He is quite the up and comer on the political scene."

Peggy smiled thinly, and pointedly said nothing more. Surprisingly, Vaya's gaze lingered on Peggy's pretty face and amazing chest much too long, like a teenage boy might stare. Then, realizing her faux pas, she smiled and said "Nice to meet you," and then she headed back to her table. 

The waiter arrived, and we ordered Cabrito for two. The waiter asked me if I wanted corn or flour tortillas, and I said "Real Texans don't eat flour tortillas!" and he smiled, then I asked him for some mole' sauce on the side. "The real stuff, amigo, not the watered down gringo version!" and he smiled again, and headed towards the kitchen. 

Suddenly, Peggy's fingernails dug into my leg, and she leaned into my ear and whispered, "Where did you meet that bitch?"

"At a party, right after the AG story came out. She wanted to interview me for a student's opinion on the AG scandal."

She drew in a slow breath. "She wants a lot more than that from you, Robbie!"

I laughed, and she looked at me funny. If Peggy only knew everything that Vaya really wanted, she would certainly freak out. I watched Vaya go back to her table and sit down. She was with three guys, all about ten years older than she. Two of them were very New York: Italian suits, Italian shoes, bad pale complexions, very fast speech patterns, speaking almost loudly enough for me to understand them from here. Would Kevin look like that in ten years? Were they recruiting her for a bigger market, or the network? She was sending no Suzie for them; she was just barely tolerating them. 

The food arrived. The cabrito was wonderful, not quite as good as the Three River's version, but far superior to any restaurant offering I had ever sampled. Layered with sliced jalapeños, onions, cheese, and mole' sauce and wrapped in a warm corn tortilla, it was close to heaven on earth. The mole' sauce was a real hot number, it's chocolate and cinnamon base was laced liberally with local chili petins, opening my sinuses, my pores, and making beads of sweat form on my brow. The ice tea barely kept it at bay. It was the perfect complement to the meat. I gently touched Peggy's thigh. "Do you know what they say about a really well made mole' sauce, Peggy?"

She whispered into my ear. "Let's go back to my place and find out!"

Like most Mexican restaurants in Texas, they didn't bring you a check. When you were ready, you made your way to the cash register and settled up there. As we rose and headed toward the front, I also realized that the potent mole' might somehow be having an enhancing effect on my Suzie receiver. I could suddenly discern signals from almost everyone in the restaurant, like listening to a dozen conversations simultaneously at a cocktail party. I heard girls sitting across from guys they had no interest in, girls lusting after guys at another table, and several guys sending the male desire signal for Vaya, and some others for Peggy. One of the waiters was sending strong male for male for another waiter, and Peggy was in the mood for some sticky liquid dessert, and hoping to surprise me with what she had learned from reading the old erotic manuscripts. It was almost overwhelming. Almost. I had not heard anything about mole' sauce and Suzie signals, of course, but it was widely rumored to enhance male desire and performance. 

When I paid the bill, on an impulse I bought one of the big color calendars. Peggy laughed, saying "starting a collection of Aztec erotica, eh?" We walked out to her car, listening to the revving engines and blaring conjunto out on the road, and then made our way back to her place. It was a crisp night, about 1:30 AM, and the bars would close soon, filling the streets rapidly with both happy and sad drunks. I was high on the real thing. Not Coke, or even Pepsi, and not a clean windshield and freshly shined shoes, either. I was high on good TexMex and a very hot girlfriend, and that was about as good as it gets, in Texas or anywhere else.

The floodlights were still on when we passed the state capitol, bathing the tall, south facing stone building in garish white light. We stowed the Rover back in Peggy's garage, and after we made our way upstairs, I took my time kissing and caressing her sweetly. I was remembering how much I enjoyed our time in the shower before dinner, and soon picked up where I left off, gently advancing my fingers toward her g-spot and my tongue into her tight ass. Using the feedback from her clear and sweet Suzie signal, I advanced both appendages slowly as she moved toward orgasm, keeping her near the edge for a while and then enjoying her noisy climaxes several times. She hugged me sweetly as I bathed in the resonance of her contentment signal, and then asked me to stand by the side of the couch, smiling. 

"I'm going to give you an experimental Greco-Roman blowjob, Robbie, using techniques from an ancient text that so far only I have read. She kneeled and began a teasing routine, touching me lightly with her fingernails only, making me shiver with anticipation. She hummed happily, teasing me and enjoying my complete and undivided attention. Once I was fully and achingly erect, she began using just the tip of her tongue to wet my cock all over, making me shiver again from the evaporative cooling. She made eye contact and then gently stuck her tongue down the slit at the end of my cock. Next she gently sucked my balls into her mouth one at a time, making me even crazier. It was wonderful, but so far it was pretty conventional, and I didn't recognize any unusual, ancient Greco-Roman angle. 

Suddenly she moved around behind me, taking my cock in one hand and using the other to spread my butt cheeks. She began speaking in some language I did not recognize, which could have been Latin or Greek, in a sing song tone with words that I could not make sense of, except to notice that they seemed to rhyme like exotic foreign poetry. She reached up and had me bend at the waist, resting my arms on the couch. The position was almost like the 'turn your head and cough' routine when I had to take my pre-admission physical exam for ESU. She kneeled down even further and began licking my ass, now using both hands to stroke my cock, increasing the pace and twisting her hands artfully. 

My erection was almost painful, as she was stimulating me strongly but I was not getting any release. She began to move her tongue further and further inside my anus, then retracting it slightly, only to slowly work it in again. I realized it was the reciprocal of what I had been doing to her, also keeping me right on the edge of release but never letting me cross the line. Suzanne would get me just ready to come, and then force her tongue rapidly all the way to my prostrate, making me come violently and quickly. Peggy was slowly, tantalizing inching toward my prostrate, and I was unsure if she would ever reach it.

She withdrew her mouth for a moment, and said what I presumed was another verse of the Latin poem she had been reciting, then returned her tongue to my backside. Now there was appreciable progress with each additional lick, and the motions of her hands were faster and faster, almost in concert. She was just touching my prostrate now, but teasingly, and it did not make me surrender instantly like Suzanne did. If anything, it just moved me to a new edge that I wanted to jump off of, but could not. Soon the tension was almost unbearable, cramping my legs and abs, and making me light headed. Her tongue began putting more and more pressure on my prostate with each stroke toward it, and I almost passed out. Then a bright light flooded my brain, despite the fact that my eyes were closed, and I felt my prostrate slowly begin to churn toward sweet release. Suddenly I felt my abdomen wrench and twist, and a jet of come exploded from my cock, feeling like it went twenty feet through the air. Then another escaped, and another. I felt dull pressure against my prostrate and one more final spurt escaped from me, and I feel to my knees, unconscious. 

When I awoke, Peggy was gently licking my abdomen and thighs clean, and laughing. "I guess those Romans did have a real knowledge base for decadence, eh, Robby? The title of that section of the manuscript translates as 'bittersweet near death dance'. The full on version would also include erotic asphyxiation in concert with everything else, but you need another girl for that, and a third girl is recommended to provide a mouth for you to shoot in. But I am afraid I wanted to do it all myself!"

I had to lie back on the floor, panting. She finished licking me clean, and then began to work on my nipples. I almost passed out again. Oh Peggy, you are something else.

I spent about thirty minutes regaining my equilibrium, drinking water, and hugging and kissing her. I forced myself to stand. "I am going to the football game tomorrow with a group of F1 types, so I have to start very early, as they are getting breakfast and a tour of the stadium complex, so I have to go home." She offered to drive me, but I said no, that a wonderful girl like her should stay in a warm bed, plus I needed a walk in the cool air to clear my head. After another flurry of kisses and hugs, I started back toward campus.

Normally, I would have just walked north, up into West Campus, and then turned east across campus to get back to the dorm, but this morning I headed due east, through the entertainment distinct along 6th, intending to then go north along Congress. The bars had closed two hours ago, and those on the street now were a very mixed crew: musicians unloading their equipment from clubs, janitors beginning the cleaning and ablution rituals of the bars to prepare for the next day's services, and a few drunks and stoners wandered aimlessly on foot. Two beat cops were patiently administering a field sobriety test to a driver that clearly would not pass: his car would soon be towed, and that girl that got a lot prettier at closing time had long since left him to face his fate alone. Urban outdoorsmen were settling in beneath coats and blankets in spots that might offer some protection from the cold wind, to rest for a while before waking and thinking about their next drink, toke, or snort.

It occurred to me that my father's advice continues to serve me well. Spending this evening with Peggy got me much higher and happier than anyone in the bars had been, even in their best moment of the night, and at much less risk of complications. If we truly all seek altered states of consciousness, I felt confident that at least I was focusing on the right ones. Suzanne and Lara and Millie and Peggy, whatever their foibles, were much better friends and companions than booze and bar flies, or drugs and druggies. 

Tomorrow was a full day at the office at the football game: Lara's dad had so many clients and potential clients from the formula one race crowd in town from now until the race that they couldn't all fit in his suite in the north end zone. Lara and I would be pressed into service manning the ramparts at the big tented donor lounge behind the south end zone above the athletic complex, the only place where booze was served other than the corporate suites. Many of the visitors were seeing their first live game of 'American Football' as they called it, and many were making their first trip to Texas. It was good that I was caught up in all my classes, because my time card was going to full every minute from now until the drive out of town for Thanksgiving break. Still, I wouldn't have traded places with anybody.



My Only Talent Ch. 16



Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. 



Saturday dawned cool and clear, perfect weather for football, all though it would warm up later in the afternoon. The football game would feel more like an intermission to the events planned for today. The game time had been moved up to 11AM to accommodate the TV network's schedule, which made for a very early start to the day for the forty acres football fan. I walked over to Lara's apartment to meet her, so we could walk to the stadium together. We had an early appointment at the breakfast buffet in the north end zone suite while the majority of her father's guests took a tour guided by some of the ESU foundation big wigs, who would work the guests for donations for everything from named buildings and endowed chairs for professors down to nearby parking spaced on game days and engraved patio pavers. 

When Lara opened the door she was an absolute vision: she had begun to look better and better all semester, due, I modestly assumed, to being properly loved and adored every week (along with the occasional whipping to keep her stimulated), and she absolute sparkled with energy and vitality. She had upgraded from her normal super hot coed football game outfit to a highly sophisticated hot rich girl costume, something with the cut of an expensive basic black dress but realized as a form fitting orange and white sweater dress with a culottes style micro short skirt and high rise burnt orange ostrich leather boots. She added a low hanging bespoke diamond necklace from Neiman Marcus that clung to her plunging neckline and somehow managed to say 'understated major wealth' while also saying 'overstated major breasts'. If she was out in the stands in the sun, the network TV cameras would have never left her alone for a second, but she would be in closed areas much of the time. I doubted anyone even noticed me walking next to her, but lots of heads swiveled as she went by, and I heard popping and dopplering Suzies from all directions as we walked toward the stadium. I was certain my Suzie receiver was far more sensitive than ever before, and continued to improve. 

"You look amazing, Lara! Is that outfit just for this occasion?" I began.

"Yep! I might wear it again to something else, though. It seems to be drawing some attention!" she smiled. Then she smirked, turning to grab my arm and speak right into my ear, "Do you think it could get me invited to a dorm room and fucked like an animal?"

I gulped, but before I could respond, she said, "Suzanne just won't shut up about that! I might be jealous. She keeps talking about how she 'just loves the smell of stale pizza in the morning' like that old Vietnam War movie we saw at the film festival, and then she giggles! She said you made her sneeze five times. I have only been able to make her sneeze like that twice, when she had very powerful squirting orgasms! She does taste extra good when that happens, doesn't she?"

I sensed her crafty Suzie signal sparking, seemingly looking to challenge me. But I thought I knew that she really wanted some attention, and what kind of attention she craved. I leaned into her and said "You'll get fucked exactly how, when and where I want, slut! You are mine! Mine alone! Do you read me?"

She smiled that wonderful, tight little smile and her Suzie flamed with excitement.

"Tonight I may take you down to the laundry room in my dorm and tie you out on one of the folding tables, whip you with a coat hanger until your ass is bright red, and then fuck you in three different orifices! Not too many people do their laundry on Saturday nights, but the ones who do will get quite an eyeful!"

Her Suzie flamed with humiliation and shock, which her luscious libido and imagination quickly converted to excitement. Burning, rabid excitement, accompanied by a strong Suzie carrier, well modulated with images of her ass in the air, whipped red and repeatedly penetrated and then covered with come. My come. She was so my kind of girl. I looked sideways at her and that incredible little smile was spread across her face, and her nipples were threatening to push through the cashmere sweater top. Oh happy day, or night, or anytime she is around. 

We got to the stadium even before Bevo and the band did, and headed up to the suite behind the north end zone. I needed sustenance to make it through the day and hopefully arduous night with Lara and later Millie, too. The guests that did not go on the tour seemed much more interested in getting a Bloody Mary than a breakfast taco, and that gave me a clear shot at the calories. Habanero sauce and fresh squeezed orange juice complemented the tacos perfectly, and soon even my appetite as satiated. 

I was starting to wonder about that, too, because I was eating many more calories than I ever did in high school, even during the height of tennis season, but I still felt hungry all the time and was not gaining any weight. Every day I woke up starving, and even if I ate a huge carbohydrate loaded breakfast on MWF days because I knew I would miss lunch to run, my stomach growled so loud in the afternoons before dinner that people would look at me funny. Maybe it was just the stimulation of daydreaming about the wonderful women I was keeping company with. I guess that was why I also never masturbated anymore. I saved it up for the weekend, and loved the positive comments from my girls about the volume of my first ejaculation on Friday nights. 

The tour group was soon due to arrive back at the suite, so Lara and I departed for our assigned outpost behind the Megatron video screen near the south end zone. Marie Oroterrassier and her business development minions had efficiently distributed invitations and admission and drink tickets to the high roller's lounge to her target audience that wouldn't fit in the suite, and we were there to meet, greet, and engage, all for the glory of the American insurance business. Many of the targets had done business with old line Europe companies for generations, and Lara's dad had to find a way to overcome that inertia to break into the world market. There were also lots of people that were just ESU fans or their guests, with no connection to Lara's dad. The first guy to arrive, even before the tour returned, was a stuffy British type in his eighties Marie was pissed at being dissed and resigned to working the south end zone, while Lara's dad and Lillian Gush, his new girlfriend, held court in the corporate suite in the north end zone. I had not been in range of Marie for some time, and I was now detecting some unusual Suzie signal activity from her, but it was unlike anything I had encountered before. She used to be sending for Lara's dad, but with a strange hardness and laser like focus, hovering near him an interposing herself between him and other women like she was guarding him on the basketball court. Now that she was separated from him and he was with Lillian, Marie was sending some strong Suzie, but not for me or anyone else specific, just sort of radiating lust. But it did not interfere with her efficiently working the crowd. Steadman Cracker, her vaguely effeminate assistant, hovered around her fetching drinks, food, laughing strangely, and producing business cards for her to give to selected targets. It was funny, but I could almost sense a little Suzie signal blip when she spotted someone she recognized as a potential customer. Maybe she was sublimating her sex drive to improve her dedication to targeting her business prey? I found it was almost like strong and medium Suzie: strong for clear targets with a good book of business that she wanted to close today, and medium Suzie for prospects that could prove lucrative later. 

The British guy elicited no response from Marie, who immediately moved on the other targets. I decided to practice my bullshitting skills, as the UDP guys termed it, and introduced myself.

"Hello, I'm Robbie Roberts" 

He looked at me with mild dismay and shook my hand perfunctorily. "Abelard Peters, here from Liverpool."

"Are you enjoying your visit to Texas?"

"Yes. This is my first excursion to your charming capital, although I have come to Houston and Dallas many times in the past."

"Austin is very different from the rest of the state. Are you here for the race?"

"Yes, showing the flag for the team we help sponsor, and glad handing our customers who are race fans, and trying to keep El Supremo under control."

I wasn't sure that was. "I am helping out someone to entertain customers. I am an ESU student. What's your line of business?"

"Construction: shipyards, dry docks, oil platforms, port facilities, airports, even military bases. Are you an indsitrial? What business are you helping with?"

"Insurance, something I assume your business has to have?"

"Indeed young man! Risk management and mitigation is just as important as the actual construction."

I mentioned one of our cases from Engineering 101, an infamous international construction litigation case that went on for years, with the legal costs easily dwarfing both the claimed damages and the original contract amount. He made one of those very British "harrumph" sounds. 

Ask for the order, a voice in my head said. "Would you consider allowing an innovative new entrant to compete for some of your future insurance requirements?"

"If the innovation resulted in lower costs for our firm, and the company in question truly had the assets to back the contracts, perhaps." He took a business card from gold holder and gave it to me.

I smiled, thus having already done my business development duty for the day. "I'll put someone in touch with you." I put the card away in my shirt pocket, my father having taught me to make a clear demarcation between business and social communications. Marie having been very efficient at providing tools to her minions, I deftly swiped the QR code on his guest badge with my Smartphone, which downloaded his contact information from the registration database for the invitations and uploaded it to the company CRM, along with my information and date and time stamping it. I don't think he even noticed that it happened. "We have quite some time before the contest begins. May I show you around the stadium for a bit?"

He said he had been a little late to catch one of the offered tours, so I gave him a walking tour. Our badges got us everywhere but the field. He was most impressed by Bevo, who was being brought in as we overlooked the south end zone, and was amused by the story of how Bevo got his name. He laughed, "football hooligans must be universal, whatever the shape of the ball!"

I bid him adieu as I watched Lara holding forth with a group of younger guys, all obviously mesmerized by her, whatever she might be saying. I moved close enough to hear her, and took the business card from my pocket and truly looked at it for the first time. It read, "Abelard Peters, Chairman of the Board, Tier Group." That's not bad for a freshman, Robbie. I opened the bizdev app, scanned the card, and made some notes on our conversation, then turned my attentions to Lara, which was not much of a challenge. As she finished her little spiel about her dad's company, everyone in the group gave her a business card, and two asked her out for a drink tonight. She looked up at me and I saw a flash of that tight little smile that I loved so much, and then she smiled and graciously declined. She was so my kind of girl.

I saw a familiar face, and couldn't place him for a moment, and then I realized it was one of the corporate recruiting guys that Lillehammer had introduced me to at the distributed education meeting. By this time Lara had taken my arm, and I introduced her, stumbling at just the right point, as I had forgotten his name. But he was so dazzled by Lara he might not have remembered his name either. She got his card, I scanned it and was reminded of his name, and he and Lara chatted for a minute. I turns out he was an operations guy who was called on to do his required duty to do college recruiting every other year. 

I made a few more contacts, about a tenth as many as Lara did, and then it was almost time for kickoff. The corporate box being fully occupied with customers, we made our way to two seats in the upper deck with a good view of the game that Lara's dad got from a ticket broker. These seats may have been too high up for Lara to get coverage from the 'fan cam' the network used to highlight babes in the stands, but she sure got plenty of looks from other fans. The ESU band did their pre-game thing, and the teams took the field, and Old Smokey fired a powder charge with no cannon ball, the resulting boom announcing the kickoff.

ESU was on a roll, and the outcome was never really in doubt. At halftime, we talked with some of the people around us, and then Lara said we were probably going to miss lunch, and asked me to go down to the concession area and bring her back an order of her secret vice: stadium 'nachos'. Despite her apparent wisdom in falling for me, my faith in her taste and intelligence was momentarily shaken. 

Although they look like crispy fried tortilla strips smothered in cheese, they are certainly not. The chips are more like third rate generic ersatz imitation Fritos with some vague spots that may be food coloring to make them look toasted, that have actually been deep fried in giant industrial vats in some anonymous and unsanitary slave and child labor factory overseas and shipped by boat, staying at room temperature in shipping containers also populated by rats for months, with plasticizers and other unknown carcinogens from the plastic bags they are shipped in gradually leeching into them. I once worked a summer at the concession stand at the little league baseball park near my house, and distinctly remembered the shiny electric machine that continuously stirred and occasionally dispensed the 'hot cheese' over the 'nacho chips' sold there. It always smelled like a burning skunk that had been doused with vinegar, and a curled and decaying decal on the side of the machine proudly stated "No Dairy Products Used". I asked the manager of the concession stand how they could call it cheese, and he said they don't, they call it something like 'special nacho sauce' for the 'special nacho chips' and that it looks like bright yellow cheese but is actually some kind of corn syrup, whipped and spun and cooked up to look like cheese. But everyone else calls it cheese, and real cheese would be much better for you than this stuff. I remember coming back to work at a Monday night baseball game and discovering that nobody had cleaned up the concession stand after the games on Friday night, and finding several uneaten orders of these so called 'nachos' standing on the counter. Nothing had had touched them. Beetles, ants, cockroaches, rats, crows, and seagulls were all too smart to eat this stuff, but not humans. If you left this 'cheese' out for weeks, mold wouldn't even grow on it. And the so called jalapeños on top are grown with grey water and animal contaminated compost, canned in also questionable water, perhaps not really heated enough to kill the harmful bacteria and then the cans are stored in the desert for a decade before their price falls low enough to be used in this culinary crime. 

I managed to hand them to her without letting any of this felonious concoction actually touch my skin. She cried "Oh! Thank you, Robbie, these are the best!" and proceeded to scarf them down enthusiastically with much 'ooh-ing' and 'ah-ing'. This spectacle from an otherwise intelligent Hockaday honors grad that spoke three foreign languages fluently, but wouldn't try the most wonderfully prepared Menudo because it was too 'icky'. My work here is not done. I shuddered until she finished them. It was an image I would have to purge from my memory if I ever wanted to really enjoy kissing her again. 

The second half of the football game went well enough to let the 2's and 3's finish out the fourth quarter, and playing time towards lettering was had by all. Not even the 1's covered kicks worth a darn, though. But ESU chalked up another victory. Lara's dad could leave his burnt orange suit in the closet this year, but next year he might have to dust that puppy off. 

We headed north for the end zone suite and a post game reception where the guests could put away a few afternoon drinks before heading somewhere else for cocktails and dinner. We were invited to go to dinner with the inner circle from Lara's dad's company, where I understood they would debrief the business development work and assign follow ups to the big targets. When we arrived at the suite, it was standing room only, especially at the bar. Marie Oroterrassier worked the room expertly, as did Lara's dad and Lillian Gush. My stomach growled loudly, so I took advantage of the appetizer bar that the drinkers were leaving largely unused to get some protein in my system so I could survive until dinner, which would likely be after 8 PM. Luckily there were some tasty venison sausages, along with plenty of iced tea. I was becoming more and more concerned about my seemingly unbounded appetite. My grandmother used to kid me about having a tapeworm, but my ESU admission physical exam would have caught that, I was sure. When I began doing the strength and conditioning class next semester with Suzanne's famous exercise mentor Bob the Knob, I might have to cut back on my running mileage to keep from wasting away. 

After we said goodbye to all the reception guests, Lara and I walked over to the dorm, she wanting to the see the 'scene of the crime' that Suzanne had so vividly described to her. I texted Ralph, who had previously agreed to help me with my planned surprise for Lara that we were on the way, and that he could set our plan in motion. The lounge lizards wore the same incredulous stares that Suzanne elicited from them, some of them likely refusing to believe that Lara was actually with me. It was so early in the evening that there were very few pizza boxes in the wastebaskets, so little or no yeasty smell was permeating the halls, yet. We spent a few minutes in my room, with Lara admiring my logo blanket and textbooks briefly, and then trying to kiss me. I managed to put the image of the offending nachos from my mind, and got excited enough to put my plan into motion.

I reached into my closet and grabbed a paper covered coat hanger, and threatened her with it. "OK, slut, time for a little cleanup down in the laundry room. I am going to get you and your misbehavior sorted out!"

She looked shocked, and wide version of her tight little smile grew across her face. I gave her one little swat on the butt, and pushed her toward the door. We rode the elevator down to the basement, she breathing a little hard and looking around self consciously; me watching her pulse in her lovely neck and wanting to see it race and pound very soon. When the elevator reached the basement, I saw several people in the vending area, and made sure that Lara saw them too, and then marched her into the laundry room. There was no one there, but there was a partially eaten cheese pizza in the wastebasket, and the smell was unmistakable. Lara looked pleased.

.....

Lizzy Faye Reagan had lost her damn contact lens while she was doing her damn laundry, which she wouldn't have been stuck in the damn dorm doing on a Saturday evening after a football game if her damn APA fool boyfriend hadn't gone home for his damn momma's damn birthday this damn weekend. She wouldn't be the only fine AKA pledge sister crawling around under a damn laundry table sorting through stale Fritos, decaying M&M's, and spilled laundry detergent, finding ants and the occasional quarter, but no contact lens so far. Damn, damn, damn! Then she spotted something shiny reflecting what little available light there was under the table, and finally found her lens. She was just about to crawl out from under the table when the door to the laundry room banged open and she heard someone walk in. From her vantage point, she could see a pair of pretty fine looking women's burnt orange colored ostrich leather boots on some long female legs, and a pair of white sneakers below khaki pants following right behind them. She froze, and looked for an escape route.




My Only Talent Ch. 16



Nothing presented itself right now. If the two interlopers moved over to the far corner where the dryers were, she could maybe crawl out under the table and through the door if they were looking the other way. But right now they were right in the middle of the room, with clear lines of sight to everything. The boots turned to face the sneakers, and from their proximity and the sounds they were making they must have been kissing. Hopefully somebody else would come in and interrupt them, and they would go somewhere else, so Lizzy could escape unseen, and go back to Netflix, her only entertainment prospect this evening. But the kiss continued, with some surprising slurping sounds, and then the boots left the floor, presumably to sit up on one of the washing machines, and the sneakers moved closer. Suddenly she heard a zipper and the guy stepped out of the khaki pants and dropped them to the floor, soon followed by the orange boots and an orange and white knit dress. Cashmere, no less. 

What they hell were they thinking? Anybody could come into this laundry room, even though on a Saturday night there wouldn't be very many people around. Maybe that was the thrill? A little pulse of adrenalin coursed through her, closely followed by a little pulse of wetness between her legs. Suddenly a pair of navy blue men's briefs fell to the floor, and the slurping got even louder. She had to get out of here, and they were so involved they probably wouldn't notice her escape. She was about to make a dash for the door when somebody noisily bumped into it from the outside. It did not open. There was another bumping sound, and then a male voice outside the door said "Sorry it's down for maintenance until morning". The damn door must be locked. Damn and double damn! Lizzy Faye Reagan, the reluctant voyeur. She dusted off the contact lens in her hand, and used the forbidden 'saliva solution' to wet it and put it back in her eye. She figured she might as well see properly if she was going to have to look. 

She leaned forward a little bit to peek out from under the table and saw two pasty white but well muscled male legs, and a pasty white but very nicely muscled male butt interposed between two tanned and very shapely female legs. Long legs! That girl must be at least six feet tall. And that boy definitely had what her older sister called a 'nice set of fuck muscles' in his butt, and they were moving around under his skin like big snakes in a pink plastic bag. And the girl was beginning to make even more noise. And Lizzy Faye discovered she just couldn't look away. 

.....

Robbie hadn't yet entered Lara; in fact he was teasing her very deliberately. He positioned himself near her pussy, tensed against her, rubbed his cock against both of her thighs, and then bent down and began eating her again. Her Suzie was screaming for penetration, and she wanted things a lot rougher, too. Her Suzie was also signaling great apprehension about being discovered, but Robbie knew his buddy Ralph was manning the door outside after he had looped the push bar openers with chains and locked it. What Lara didn't know wouldn't fail to excite her. She leaned over and bit his shoulder, making it clear she was ready to stop horsing around, so to speak. 

He suddenly pushed into Lara in one fell swoop, as deeply as he could. She was wet and hot and wonderful, as always, and she drew in a huge gasping breath like a sound effect in a suspense movie. He pulled back and then thrust again, with such force that the washing machine moved and made one of those squeaking noises like they did with an imbalanced load of clothes. Lara made a little squeaking noise, too, and then took another gasping breath. He kind of liked the rhythm they were playing. He gradually sped up; doing his best to imitate a washing machine's spin cycle, and then heard the banging noise of the machine Lara was perched on hitting the one next to it. Robbie had no musical talent at all, but this was a syncopated rhythm even he could play well. When he reached a nice steady pace, he put his lips to Lara's ear, kissed it gently, and said loudly "You may come now, slut!" and she did, beautifully, with a little cry and a sob. He could feel her pussy pulse and grab him, and her fingers caressed his back and moved all the way down to his butt cheeks.

That's my girl. He paused for second, kissed Lara on the lips, and then thrust into her again, savagely. He repeated the whole sequence, including the come on command part, and her second orgasm was even bigger and louder than the first. "That's one!" he said.

.....

Lizzy Faye was pretty freaked out, but she was almost sure that was two orgasms, not one. Two hot and sizzling ones, judging from the sound effects, and there was a new smell in the laundry room, too. Well, maybe there were two.

.....

Robbie picked Lara up and put her up on the folding table in the far corner of the little laundry room, and put her on her hands and knees. He spread her butt cheeks and briefly licked the backside of her very wet pussy, then began zeroing in on her little red rosebud. She was turned on like crazy, and kept pushing her ass up and her shoulders down to give him better access. After a few tasty licks, he pulled her closer to the edge, spread her knees out wide, and grabbed the coat hanger. Then he began to whip her ass with it, at least the flat paper side of it, while he slowly penetrated her luscious ass, standing on his tiptoes at the end of his motion to get as far as he could. It took him several seconds to get all the way in, and when he bottomed out Lara gasped "Thank you, Master!" He then stroked her slowly and deeply, giving her a hanger smack on the butt when he was at minimum penetration. He increased his pace steadily, grunting in mid-stroke, until he was back to the same rhythm as before, about one repetition per second. She added a little scream at the point of maximum penetration, and they sounded like a little a Capella singing group doing a round. Soon he was thinking he was John Henry, the pile drivin' man, and spanking Lara hard at the top of each stroke. Her Suzie signal began beating rhythm, too, and just as it signaled she was about to come, he said "You may come!" Boy did she ever pop one off, shaking and snorting. That's my girl. "That's two!" he said loudly.

.....

Lizzy Faye was risking being seen as she leaned out of the shadows so she could see all the way over to the other table. The girl had long blonde hair, and from this vantage point, Lizzy could confirm she was a natural blonde. In fact, this girl was right out of a centerfold spread in a men's magazine – face, figure, and hair all perfect. The guy was just average looking, but he had great legs and a powerful, well toned ass, shining bright and naked in the fluorescent lights. Lizzy felt another little surge in her panties. He leaned over and tongued the girl he had just fucked, confirming he qualified as a real first class pussy hound, which was another point in his favor, from Lizzy's point of view. Then he moved his chin up to another angle and Lizzy realized he was also an enthusiastic ass muncher. That was something Lizzy thought about a lot but had never actually experienced. The blonde obviously liked it just fine, as she began to push her ass up signaling she wanted more. 

But Lizzy stopped breathing when the guy pulled those pink butt cheeks apart and put his cock up to the blonde's tight little asshole. It was not going to fit. But it did. When Lizzy was finally able to breathe, it came out so loudly that she was afraid they would hear her. But they weren't hearing anything but their own noises. They were each making several, and then the guy began spanking the blonde's ass with a freakin' coat hanger, and not just a little love tap either. It was getting flaming red. The guy was really pounding it, and the blond was still strongly pushing her almost perfect backside up to meet his every thrust and spank. Talk about surrender! Lizzy's pussy was fully wet now, and she found herself anticipating the way the guy's butt cheeks would swell when he got all the way up on his tiptoes. She was torn between watching that and watching his red dick disappear into the girl's pink butt. Then the son of a bitch told the blond girl that she could come, and she did, instantly and spectacularly! That would be three, by Lizzy's count. But then he said "That's Two!" WTF?

.....

Robbie turned Lara around on the table and kissed her again, tenderly. Then he spun her onto her back, let her head drop over the edge of the table until her sweet throat was perfectly horizontal, grabbed two big handfuls of long blonde hair, and began to fuck Lara's throat, her Suzie signal peaking like a rotating beam of a lighthouse pointing in his direction each time he thrust into her sweet mouth. Lara's breath whistled through her nose, and Robbie had learned, like Pavlov's dogs, to get even crazier with lust when he heard that sound. "That's our three, baby, get ready!" 

.....

Lizzy Faye's heart almost stopped when the guy pulled out of the blonde's ass and flipped her over on her back, put her head over the edge of the table, and put his dick right down her throat. And it looked like she loved it. Now that was true surrender. Then he said that was three and Lizzy figured it out: pussy, ass, and mouth. Now that was a 100% certified nasty white boy. When he said to get ready, Lizzie had no doubt about what for. She could not breathe, and she could not look away. 

.....

I grunted, squatted a little bit, and felt myself get ready to shoot. Lara knew it too; she began to suck me even harder as I pulled back out of her mouth each time. She was so much my kind of girl. Get ready, baby. Lara's Suzie was singing its little heart out, and I could hear subtleties and overtones I never noticed before. Was I getting better at receiving, or was she sending differently? Then I heard another Suzie signal, clearly not from Lara, but from another girl. It had overtones I knew I had never heard before. Usually I had to be pretty close to sense a girl sending. Was there a dorm room right above us? As I tried to visualize the layout of the building, it seemed to me that directly above us was the dorm administrative office, which should be closed and locked now. On the other sides of us were the vending area and a storage room, and an outside wall. Where was that signal coming from?

.....

Lizzy Faye watched as the guy grunted and squatted and there were no prizes for guessing what was about to happen. There was also no question whatsoever that Lizzy's little red panties were now wet and wild. He made a funny noise, and then she saw the blonde girls' cheeks hollow like she was sucking him for all she was worth. He was obviously shooting everything he had into her perfect little red lipstick mouth, and she was sucking it down like she couldn't get enough. Nasty, nasty, and very hot. Lizzy felt funny, and she wondered wistfully how Blondie was feeling right now.

.....

Lara sucked me like she was possessed, and there was nothing that made me feel better than that. Suddenly she had it all, and she popped me out of her mouth and said "Thank you, Master! I love you, Master! And then she began to cry. 

I kissed her tears, and her sweet mouth and cheeks, and then whispered very low in her ear, "I love you too, Lara!", and she shivered and cried even harder.

.....

Lizzy Faye broke out of her paralysis and put two and two together. She called him Master, and she sounded like she meant it. Hadn't her roommate told her about a guy that came to a UDP party dressed as some sort of domination and bondage freak with three super hot girls on leashes, and one of the girls was a tall blonde. He called himself The Master? Actually he didn't call himself Master, the girls did. Her roommate Orinda also said that they won the costume contest with outfits so sexy that half the people there got turned on by the idea of submitting to him, including Orinda. And didn't one of the APA pledges say he was a freshman white boy who lived in this dorm? Come to think of it, the APA pledge said this Master cat had the biggest dick in the world and could make any girl fall in love with him; in fact one girl had it so bad for him that she went nuts, dropped out of school, and went back to Houston. Well, she knew that was nowhere near the biggest dick in the world, but it certainly seemed to be getting the job done, and Blondie there sure seemed to have fallen in love with him. He was kissing the blonde, as he damn well should when she just lovingly swallowed everything he could shoot, and she was sobbing and murmuring that she loved him. Then he helped her stand up and hugged her tight, and kissed her again, really nice. When he turned to help her pick up her dress, Lizzy Faye got a good look at his face. She had seen him before, lots of times, at early breakfast MWF. They called him Robbie, and his roommate was that loud and obnoxious Jewish ZZZ frat rat guy from New York.

.....

Lara and I got our clothes back on, and headed out the laundry room door. I turned left toward the elevator, and saw Ralph had just moved to the right side of the door and started walking down the hall in the other direction. Lara's gaze lingered on Ralph's receding back, unrecognized, and I said "He must have been right outside the door the whole time!" She gasped, and her Suzie sparked anew with humiliation, then excitement. This had possibilities. 

.....

Lizzie Faye counted to sixty, then stood up and looked around, and saw no one else in the laundry room. She went back up to her dorm room, turned off the Netflix movie on her laptop, and turned out her lights. She reconsidered what had just happened, thought about the times she had seen Robbie in the dining hall, and then she put both hands inside her little red panties for a while. She would have to wash them again soon. 

.....

We walked back to Lara's place just before Rodney Driver showed up to ferry us to the dinner. It turned out to be a private dining room at one of the downtown hotels, as most restaurants were totally booked up for many days before and after the upcoming race. The room was laid out more like a conference room than a formal dinner, and there was a big video screen with what was obviously the first slide of a presentation of some sort. There were name cards at each place and we walked around the table until we found our names. I discovered I was not seated next to Lara, but in between Asa Weltschmerz and Lillian Gush. Lara was seated between Marie Oroterrassier and the VP of Sales. 

Asa approached me as people begin filling the seats and pulled me aside. "I have never seen Lara with such a glow. She is absolutely radiant. She's not pregnant is she? Anything I should know?"

I paused. "Well, earlier this evening, I did tell her that I loved her."

"Do you?" Asa was ever the realist.

"Yes, but I am not sure what that means going forward. I still want to finish school single, and I am certainly not ready to forsake all others!"

"Especially Suzanne and Millie?"

That brought me up short. I had nothing to say, and he continued.

"She really does tell her shrink everything, you know. She is very comfortable with the current arrangement. I think she loves Suzanne, too. She is not sure what that means going forward, either." Lara's dad approached to greet us both, cutting our conversation short. 

Most of the seats were filled, and Marie Oroterrassier took to the podium to kick things off, in her vaguely continental accent and phraseology: "Welcome, gracious ladies and gentlemen. I will briefly review our plans for customer and prospect contact from now until the race, and through some of the after race activities." She went through the schedule of the official pre-race party, qualifying day, race day, and the after race gala, which was a prohibition era theme, presumable so everyone could dress in spats and play Enoch 'Nucky' Thompson for the night, coincidentally drinking themselves silly in the process. Suzanne once told me that her father said the only people that drink more than the F1 crowd were the people at the UN in New York. Then she filled in all the 'unofficial' peri-race events: pre-race lunches, golf tournaments, tennis tournaments, fun runs, and a skull race on the lake, dinners, mixers, cigar parties, hookah parties and late night dance parties, and even later night 'dance' parties with clothing optional. Qualifying and Race watch video parties were being held at many restaurants and bars for those who did not have actual seats at the track, and a large number of very late night after parties at all manner of nightclubs and music venues, all the way through to Sunday, the last official day of race activities. The final event shown began late Monday night, after all the other activities had ended, was scheduled at 11:59 PM until dawn the next morning and was mysteriously called the 'addicted to' after party. She went through the list, reviewing which team members were covering which events, and which customer targets were sponsoring or participating in them, and passing out admission tickets and invitations. The various night clubs had outdone themselves trying to court the high rollers with highly promoted parties and fancy invitations, including personalized dog tags, admission coins, poker chips, and even special thong underwear that were required for admission to their parties. 

Marie went through the list in chronological order, until she finally got to the last thing on her list, the 'addicted to' party. "This one, frankly, I know very little about, except that it is the most sought after and most mysterious invitation in town. I have heard all sorts of rumors, and scandalous innuendo, but little in the way of facts. I don't know where it is, but I understand it will be at private house in the hills overlooking town, and the invitation comes in the form of a metal badge, like a sheriff's badge, that will have a serial number and QR code on it, and there is no way to get in without one. This event is literally the talk of the in crowd, the 1% of the 1%, and somehow our illustrious CEO managed to get us twenty invites, but he cannot reveal the host. We will have a separate meeting to prioritize and allocate these invites, which should go only to absolute tip top customers and prospects under 30 years of age! Otherwise, I am told, they are at risk for heart attacks at the party!" Everyone laughed. I looked over at Lara. She had that wonderful tight little smile on her face, and her Wedgewood blue eyes blazed with fire, and her Suzie was sparking nicely. 

Marie continued, "So send me an email with your proposed invitees as soon as you can." With that she clicked on a hyperlink in her last slide that brought up a blank Excel spreadsheet. "Now we will look at what contacts we made at our first event at the football stadium today. I have not seen these results yet, so we are all seeing them for the first time. For tonight, we will look at potential customers, who are not currently doing any business with us, ranked by the amount of business we estimate they are doing with competitors, along with their primary contact for us and our sales or business development person who first uploaded the contact to our database, and thus gets majority credit under the commission plan."

She ran a pre-programmed relational database query, and soon the results populated the cells of the spreadsheet, filling more than one page of rows. She had sorted by potential future billings, from low to high, and began commenting on each prospect and complementing the contact person. As the customers got bigger and bigger toward the bottom of the page, her name began to appear more and more frequently as the person associated with the potential new account, and she began to sound quite pleased with herself. "We are now getting into very significant accounts, those that could generate more than $10 million per year in premiums. These will require a team of people to support the primary contact. Congratulations to all of you who have engaged with someone in this category. Now let's go to the second page and see who the really big hitters are!"




My Only Talent Ch. 16



The sales VP, Barry T. Fermy, whose name had appeared on the last few big accounts about as often as Marie's did, leaned over and said "She likes to get the big number one account herself, otherwise Steadman's due for an ass whipping, but he probably likes ass whippings!"

Marie stepped through the last accounts one by one, building up to the big reveal of the number one prospect. When she clicked for the final row on the second page, up popped "$600M: Tier Group UK; contact = Abelard Peters CHB; account lead = Robbie Roberts." 

There was stunned silence in the room. Someone behind me said "Six hundred million! Somebody tell me who the fuck is Robbie Roberts, anyway?"

Lara's dad cut in, "Special situation. We will have a team meeting on this one. I'll send out the meeting notice."

I looked over at Marie. She looked crestfallen, and her 'sublimation' Suzie signals wavered and died, to be replaced by the kind of stuff that Melanie used to send. It made my skin crawl. 

But Lara had another one of those wonderful tight little smiles on her face. She walked over and took my arm. "I don't know which would be more fun: having you bring in a big account or having you stick it to Marie!"

I looked at her funny. "I promise I will never ever stick it to Marie. Yecch, what a terrible thought! Let's please go to your place so I can stick it to your sweet little box while Millie licks us both!"

She laughed. "We better stay for dinner first, Master. Your stomach is growling again! But I am going to have them bring you a side of oysters, for the protein, of course."

We sat back down as the waiters began to serve dinner. I managed to switch seats so I could sit next to Lara. After inhaling my salad and a couple of breadsticks, I asked her "What about this 'addicted' party?"

She got a Cheshire cat grin. "The hostess with the mostest has to keep a few secrets! But I can tell you that Suzanne, Millie and I, plus Mei Ling, and Cindy Nelson, Cisco's party planner friend, have been using our educations and connections to do a little gestalt party planning and guerilla marketing. I can assure you that we will get 100% attendance at the party this year. Next year the first thing on everyone's agenda will be to get an invite to our next party. We've got two trending hash tags already, and we're even seeing tweets and emails from the Hollywood and Euro Tattler crowds nosing around for information and sniffing for invites, and Millie swears we will get a pre party video tease on TMZ. Everyone will be frantic to find out where it is and who is invited. And the after party exclusive TMZ coverage will drive them wild for next year. By the way, you will have to wear your Master outfit, and you will have be emcee and do some dancing. It'll be fun!"

At least my face would be covered. "Do I get to whip anyone?"

She giggled. "A whole chorus line, Master! Plus maybe some volunteers from the audience."

With that, the next course was served and the food captured my full attention. Lara's dad drifted by, asked about Abelard Peters. He wasn't on their target list, and they didn't even invite him to the lounge, but he had been in their prospect database for years, as an almost quixotic goal to close even 1% of his book of business as a start. When he left, I pulled up the card, and sent Chairman Peters a brief email confirming that I would be in touch, and giving him all my contact information.

Lara made me finish off her entrée when she got full, and then made me eat two desserts, because she said she did not want to have to listen to my stomach growl during the night. Dinner broke up about 11:00. Well past my normal bedtime, and Rodney dropped Lillian Gush and Lara's dad at his hotel and then took us back to Lara's place. As we were getting out of the limo, she took out two metal sheriff's badges and gave them to Rodney.

"Rodney, these badges will get you and a date into an after party at Spear Overtop's party house on the Monday night after the official closing party on the Sunday after the race, from midnight until dawn. They are for you and Little Hollywood. Some of your clients will be dying to get these, and offer bribes, but you can't sell them or give them away, you guys have to come yourselves. Okay?

Rodney got agitated. "Is this the 'addicted' party I heard about?"

She grinned like a hot schoolgirl who knew a secret. "Maybe. What did you hear?"

He paused. "I dropped off a couple of my Net Jet subcontract clients off at the Four Seasons last night, and the first thing they told the top drawer concierge when they got out the limo was to try to get them tickets to that party. He said flat out he couldn't do it."

Lara looked interested. Rodney named a leading lady, leading man couple that was known to spend time in Austin from time to time hiding out from the paparazzi in semi disguise to visit a few live music venues. Anywhere they went and could be photographed would be the headlines on TMZ. Lara said "If they will agree to talk to the TMZ guys for 30 seconds on camera from the party, I can get those invites. Can you get back in touch?'

"Oh, yeah! Having the concierge at the Four Seasons owe me big won't hurt business, either."

We went up to Lara's place and took a shower together, with lots of kissing and mutual ass worship. Then I tied Lara's hands up over her head with a scarf, hooked them over the bedpost, turned her on her side and entered her from behind while reaching around with my hands to stroke her clit and pinch her nipples. I kept her right on the edge for a long time, and then told her to come, and she must have squirted a foot! A few minutes later, Millie let herself in with her key, and she was quickly and enthusiastically Millie on the spot to capture most of the next squirt in her mouth. We played kiss, lick, slap, and tickle for a while and then settled into cuddling and talking. 

Lara then whispered something in Millie's ear and she gasped like she had been stung by a scorpion, then the two girls screamed and hugged each other. Mille arched an eyebrow at me, saying, "For a really bright guy, you can sure be slow on the uptake sometimes!"

I blinked, roused from my very enjoyable post-prandial and post-coital reveries by curiosity. "What do you mean?"

"Took you long enough to figure out you were in love with Lara, there, fella-guy!"

I was stunned. These girls really did tell each other everything, and review it in depth, apparently. I only stuttered, and she continued, "Maybe you should come clean about Suzanne, too?"

I was flummoxed, and just sputtered. 

Lara jumped in "You know Robbie, telling someone you already would have fallen for them, except for some other factor, is definitely not the same thing as telling them that you actually have fallen for them. Suzanne has repeated that conversation to us word for word a half dozen times and we have diagrammed the sentence and parsed it in Clintonian fashion. The most extreme and unacceptable interpretation is that you would have fallen for her, but you didn't then, you haven't since, and you won't in the future! The next most worst is that you didn't then, you haven't since, but you still might. Finally, you didn't then but you have since, but you haven't told her, and that is really the right answer, isn't it?

I shook my head. "No!" The both looked at me in horror.

Millie's face screwed up into a grimace like somebody had thrown acid on it. "What?"

"I already had by then and I just didn't tell her. And I might point out that she hasn't said a word to me!"

The both folded up their arms and shot very disapproving glances at me, remarkably like Mrs. Gregory, my second grade teacher. 

"That's Girl 101, dummy. The boy has to say it first." they both said in perfect unison. I would never understand women, my Suzie signal talents notwithstanding.

"So when were you planning on telling her?" asked Millie pointedly.

"Well, er, I thought, what I mean to say is, I suppose...." I was at a loss for words. But the cat was out of the bag, big time.

Millie had no trouble expressing herself. "We'll, since some of us who only have one X chromosome seem unable to be emotionally open and honest at the moment, and speaking as the very grateful and yet humble possessor of two wonderful and fully functioning X chromosomes, I will try to set a better example.

She took both of us by the hand. "You guys know I love all three of you, but with a lower case "l". I know my time as a happy trainee will come to an end soon, although I would gladly do anything any of you wanted of me any time. But you guys love each other with a capital "L" and that is not going away. You all three might as well get with the program and figure out what that really means!" If she hadn't been sitting up on the bed, she would have stamped her foot for emphasis. Lara and I just looked at each other with open mouths.

"That could get complicated." Lara and I both said in unison. 

Another hour of discussion served only to get a lot of sticky wickets on the table, but resolved none of them. We declared a truce and fell asleep in big cuddling pile. I am told my stomach growled loudly all night. 

Early Sunday morning, I was awaked by the magical smell of bacon, eggs, and tortillas. Lara was making Migas in her big iron skillet, with Millie helping to cut up tomatoes and peppers for her. The smell was intoxicating; the food and the girls. They gave me some oblique and teasing hints about the details of the 'addicted to' after party while the food preparation went on to completion. I ate the food first and the girls second, taking both of them to completion, and then they returned the favor. 

I then walked back to the dorm. I had nothing scheduled until 5:30 PM, when I was to meet Suzanne and walk downtown to Strelsa and Günter's high rise for supper. My intention was to go right up to my room and sleep, but as I passed the dining hall, the smell of hamburgers lured me in. How could I be hungry already? But I was ravenous. Maybe I should ask Asa to examine me? There was a new 'relish bar' in the serving line complete with several varieties of peppers: jalapeño, Serrano, Anaheim, and Habanero, which allowed me to turn a couple of plain burgers into delightfully tasty forehead heaters. 

Maybe it was the peppers, or all the emotional discussions earlier, but my sleep was replete with dreams. They were likely projections of my subconscious thoughts and fears, some pleasantly erotic and some more than a little disturbing: strapped to a trapeze in front of Melanie, who was wearing an ugly latex dominatrix costume and fingering a riding crop; Suzanne being interviewed on TMZ concerning her surprising decision to quit her PhD program in economics, turn down a cover photo offer from Sports Illustrated, and become a porn star; Lara in a white bridal gown standing next to Pavel; and finally Janet, Lou, and Candy in a hot tub getting each other off and laughing at me.

I woke about 4 PM, showered and shaved and put on some clean clothes. My stomach growled incredibly, and I decide to go down for some pre-dinner when the line opened at 5. There were few people in the dining hall that early on Sunday, but I saw some familiar faces that seemed to come to every meal early, like I usually did. I rushed back up and brushed my teeth again, and just made it down to meet Suzanne in the parking lot near her office at 5:30.

I was so happy to see Suzanne that I forget I that we had some serious talking to do, and according to Girl 101 the onus was on me to initiate the discussion. But I supposed that after dinner would be soon enough for me. She looked so good I was immediately calmed and comfortable, and she gave me the play by play on both soccer games as we walked south toward Strelsa and Günter's place just north of the river. She said that the game the morning after Lara and I had put her on a liquid diet and whipped and dominated her had been her best ever. She felt faster and calmer, and her shots were more accurate, so she wanted to try that pre-game ritual for her next game. I was certainly up for that, but that game wouldn't be for at two weeks, as the Gran Prix race activities had us totally booked up from Monday morning until the following Tuesday at dawn, when the 'addicted to' after party ended. She also was certain someone was following her all the way to Waco and Killeen and back. I was worried it was someone from Pavel's crew, but she said it was more likely someone her father had sent and not told her about. We went over the last minute stuff for the three F1 race tour groups on Tuesday. She was planning on joining me at UDP for dinner. She wondered about how well I had arranged for the 'culture group' tour and I said I had it covered: with an art expert that was also a birder, and I expected good reports from that group when we all joined up for dinner. She was still questioning me about it when we arrived in front of our destination. 

Strelsa and Günter were part of the new trend downtown: cosmopolitan and virtually Eurocentric. They used ZipCars and CarToGo but did not own a vehicle themselves. Their building was near the big downtown grocery store and the light rail stop, Amtrak station, and ESU shuttle bus stop. Their apartment was one of the least expensive in the building: a one bedroom on a lower floor just above the retail and parking garage floors, furthest from the elevator, with an eastern view. The building had several common amenities: several party rooms, a swimming pool and large patio, several hot tubs, and a gym with handball courts, and easy access to the hike and bike trail around the lake. We took the stairs up to 5 and Günter opened the door to greet us. 

I introduced Suzanne and she immediately launched in to rapid fire German with them. I only caught about 50% of it, but apparently Suzanne had lived in Vienna and spent a summer in the mountains not too far from where Günter grew up. She did not have the perfect mountain accent that Nora had reproduced, but she communicated just fine. For my benefit they all switched to English. We sat at their kitchen table and Strelsa put out some cheese and crackers. I was already hungry, but I carefully limited myself to a quarter of what she put out. Günter was staring at Suzanne, but soon caught himself. 

Strelsa had noticed him staring, and muttered something in Polish. Suzanne looked shocked and then made a quick reply, and Strelsa literally dropped her plate and stared at her, then giggled. Suzanne pointed at me and said something else, also in rapid fire Polish, and Strelsa blushed red instantly, and then covered her mouth. Strelsa said "Suzanne is going to help me get dinner started. Would you guys fire up the hibachi out on our little patio?", and she and Suzanne disappeared into the kitchen. A moment later the sound of barely repressed giggles leaked through the door.

Günter shook his head. 'I knew I should have learned Polish! How many people in Texas know the language? Five? Six?"

I smiled. "Actually there are lots of people, not just students in Austin, but all over central Texas. There are Polish speaking communities centered on catholic churches all around us. There are more German speakers, but plenty of Poles and Czechs, too. But I was surprised to find that both Nora and Suzanne both speak it, too."

He looked frustrated. We went out to the balcony and he got out the charcoal and some lighter fluid. He set up the vents on the little hibachi with measured Teutonic precision, placed two little thermometers on the grill's surface, and lit the fire. He sat back on the bench, clicking a button on his big black high tech watch. "In fifteen minutes it will be perfect for the steaks." For all I know the thermometers sent data to his watch via Bluetooth links, and I almost expected him to lead us in some precision calisthenics that took exactly 15 minutes, plus I couldn't shake the fact that he sounded like Arnold Schwarzenegger. My stomach, not at all deterred, growled in anticipation of the steaks. I looked through the sliding glass door into the apartment to see Strelsa and Suzanne setting the table, gesticulating animatedly and talking as fast as only really smart women can. 

Instead, he made an attempt at conversation. "So you knew Strelsa in gymnasium, or as you say it here, high school?"

"Yes, she went to my school for one year, and lived with some neighbors of ours. Didn't an American girl come to live with Strelsa's parents for a year?"

"Yes, she was very nice girl. Strelsa said you were the only one who did not sleep with the Suzie?"

"Well I am not sure I was the only one, but I didn't. I had promised my parents I would not have sex until I turned eighteen. 

"And you told Strelsa you wanted to have sex with her instead of the Suzie?

Uh-oh. "Well, not exactly. I said if I did break my promise, it would be better with someone like Strelsa than with the Suzie." Now he had me saying it. 

"The Suzie was not attractive, sexually?"

I smiled. "No, she was very sexy, but Strelsa was 'nicer' I guess I would say."

He considered that for a moment, and then said "Since your birthday you have had the sex with lots of women, yes?"

"No! Well, some, but not very many." What was he getting at?

He sighed. "Strelsa and I found each other when we were thirteen. We have never had the sex with anyone else."

I wondered, "Was it an arranged marriage, brokered by your parents?"

He laughed out loud. "Oh, no! Both sets of parents were against it. Strelsa's parents said I was too German, from the mountains, and not smart enough for her. My parents said Strelsa was mixed French, and Polish and she was not German enough for me. Her parnets signed her up for the exchange program to try to separate us. None of the parents were even at our wedding."

At this point the girls emerged from the apartment, still talking a blue streak. Strelsa had a little tray with four cold soups in tall cups. I didn't know she was such a cook. It tasted vaguely of cucumber, strawberry, and cantaloupe, and it was delicious, what there was of it. Strelsa looked pleased as we all seemed to like it. "That should clear our pallets!" She bustled back inside with Suzanne and they returned and handed each of us a salad plate piled with assorted greens and yellow tomatoes, dusted with some sort of hard cheese. It was amazing, and I said so. Strelsa smiled, and then shot Günter a glance.

"I will start the steaks" He brought out a little covered dish with the meat, double checked the thermometers, and placed the grass fed, hormone free Angus steaks precisely on the perfectly pre-heated grill, clicking his watch again. Strelsa gestured for us to come inside, and placed a hot casserole of potatoes au gratin and another of green beans on trivets on the table. Günter went out to turn the steaks at precisely 6 minutes, and after a little more small talk, went out to fetch them to the table. I was famished, as usual. Suzanne complemented them on the wonderful table they set, and I dug in immediately to show my enthusiasm and avoid offending them. Everything was great. 

The conversation turned to the upcoming Gran Prix race, of which Günter was a big fan, what they liked about Austin, and running, something we all shared. Suzanne mentioned that I had gotten into the class with Bob the Knob, and Günter whistled. "You are very fortunate. He is a top researcher and a coach who gets great results. Usually they are either one or the other! He will put some meat on your bones!" That sounded like my grandfather. 

Stelsa talked some more about their parents. Apparently the only thing the parents agreed upon was that the couple should never have gotten married and should have stayed in Austria instead of coming to the United States, especially Texas. Stelsa said even after Günter got this great coaching opportunity at the university, her parents still called him 'dummy' and 'meathead', and even through Strelsa was now in school for a degree biochemistry at ESU; his parents still called her that 'Polish hippie'!




My Only Talent Ch. 16



As dinner wound down, Günter and I cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher (Bosch low water, of course) while Suzanne and Strelsa plotted with their heads together like long lost sisters, occasionally pointing at one of us and giggling. Polish inside jokes at our expense, we concluded. Although the winter sun had already set on the opposite side of the building, we enjoyed the city view from the balcony until it got a little chilly, and then went back inside. After a little more small talk, we hugged goodbye. When Günter got our coats from the closet, he took me aside and asked if I could meet him for lunch on Tuesday, at the University club attached to the stadium. Since I was going to be there with the F1 group anyway, I said yes. Then Suzanne and I put on our coats and walked north toward campus. 

It was about a twenty five minute walk. I would probably not have to say a thing. "So, Robbie, we have a few things to catch up on. First, Bob the Knob has shanghaied me to lead a 'fun run' for his high roller clients who are in town for the race, and the only time I can do it is Monday and Wednesday at our usual time. I want you to come with to help me corral the group so we don't lose anyone, plus you might meet some interesting people. We will meet them at the Four Seasons where most of them are staying, and then run around the whole trail loop, about 11.5 miles. OK?" 

I drew in a breath, but I knew I would have to exhale silently. 

"Second, after this whole race thing is over, I want you and Lara to do a night before liquid diet and pre-game domination number on me like you did a few weeks ago. That was my best game ever, and I want to play that well again!"

Then another shallow breath for me, followed by another deep inhalation for her.

"Then we have to talk about the 'addicted to' party. It has taken on a life of its own. Lara and I had a few good ideas, but now between Millie's Phi Phi alum connections at the networks and TMZ, and Cindy Nelson's social media expertise and unbounded ambition to be the hottest party planner on the third coast, it is becoming a Frankenstein monster!"

"Not Frankenstein! It's Fronkensteen. That's Fraaanc in steen!" I said, mimicking the Gene Wilder line from the old "Young Frankenstein" flick I had seen on Netflix long ago. 

She looked at me impatiently like I had just farted loudly in church. "Try to keep up, Robbie." She was on a roll.

"Spear Overtop's house is perfect for it, but we have to do a little remodeling to pull it off. He is okay with it, and he even increased our budget. Once he learned that it was our party at his house that was getting the entire buzz, he was overjoyed!"

Remodeling? What in the world did they have planned? I supposed I would find out soon enough.

"Lara must have told you by now that we will all be in the stage show in our 'Master and His Girls' garb, and you will by the emcee. Work on disguising your voice, because you are going to end up on TMZ at the minimum, and even with that mask on, someone may recognize your voice. You wouldn't want that turning up in an engineering job interview someday, I suppose."

Now I was really getting worried. I wanted a few questions answered, if I ever got a word in edgewise.

"Finally, you and Lara just got signed up to play as a doubles team in a charity tennis tournament Friday morning before the race. I know its short notice, but it is sponsored primarily by Erminia and Sapiento Gallo to benefit the mew medical school children's wing. I will be there to, pressed into service by my major professor to support the event. He is going to send you an email you can forward to your professors asking for their indulgence in flexing your schedule. He is even asking them to reschedule your midterm exams if need be. And BTW, I made an incentive wager with Lara. If you two are the top non-pro-am team in the pari-mutuel board, and thus raise the most money for the hospital, I will wear my little leather blindfold hood and serve you both on my knees for 24 hours whenever you choose!

"That's something you like doing anyway, beautiful!" I immediately flashed on making her stop talking for 24 hours, but luckily stopped myself from actually saying it. 

"Isn't that a nice coincidence?" She intoned.

By this time we were back at her car. We were going to her place so she could get her hands on me for a while. I suppose I would let her have her way. She continued nonstop as she drove us to her apartment building, and as we pulled into the lot, I saw a truck I had seen before. The cable service must be really bad over here to be under such constant repair. The guy up in the bucket lift looked familiar, but I just couldn't place him.

As she puttered around making us some hot tea, she continued to prattle on, adding details about the fun run, and then the topic turned to Strelsa and Günter: "I think Strelsa really needs someone to talk to. I really like her, but she is on edge and worried about something. She loves Günter and he loves her, but I think they are having problems."

I thought she meant with their parents, but she continued, "I think they are having the seven year itch six years earlier than normal, is what I think!"

I didn't get the reference, but I didn't have to wait long for her amplification. "That's an old movie that my parents used to have on videotape way back when we were marooned in Morocco when my dad was the ambassador's deputy, or at least that was the official story. I watched all those old tapes at least ten times each. Basically it is a metaphor for married couples starting to look around for a little sexual variety after seven years of supposed extended honeymoon bliss."

That somehow made sense, in context of what Günter had told me. "They met at thirteen, and neither one of them have ever been with anyone else."

She looked scandalized. "She didn't make that clear. But she did say that you propositioned her in high school, my Animal, and she turned you down." Suzanne poked me in the ribs.

"Now wait just one minute! Back then I had my vow of chastity to uphold. But I did tell her that if I was going to break that vow, I would like it to be with someone nice like her."

She laughed, and said "And you still like to munch a little honey blonde snatch every once in a while, eh! Don't worry. After you found Lara for us, I quite understand. She paused and put her tongue up on her upper teeth and held it there. I started to get hard. Why did that drive me so crazy? She continued, "Tell me about 'The Suzie'!"

I realized I had told Nora about Suzie Packard from junior high school, the first girl that I ever heard sending the signals and thus my name for them, but I had not told Suzanne. Strelsa had told about it first. I had to be careful not to mention the signals. 

"Well, Suzie Packard was a girl in my neighborhood who went through puberty very early, and had a figure like a Playboy bunny by the time she was 12. She liked all the attention that brought her, and she liked sex a lot, and she had a lot of it. She deflowered most of the buys in my junior high and high school singlehandedly. She came after me several times, but I had already promised my parents to wait until I was eighteen."

Suzanne laughed. "At least she had good taste, but the poor girl never got to find out how good you taste, did she?" Another poke in the ribs.

That was occasion for a kiss, I supposed. She came up talking. I came up even harder. 

"Well Strelsa was honest enough to tell me that she wished that she had, how did she put it in Polish, "tasted your candy when she had the chance!" Suzanne giggled. "It's funnier in Polish that it sounds in English."

"Nora told me that Strelsa said that."

She smiled at me again. "Nora also told me that Günter was a hunk, but she didn't tell me how hot a hunk he was!" 

"No comment, but he does seem like a nice guy. Did she tell you about their parents?" She shook her head no. "Both of their parents were dead set against them getting married, and coming to the states. Günter's pure Teutonic folks are scandalized by the fact that she is part French and part Polish, and Strelsa's parent's think Günter is a dumb hick from the mountains that is not good enough for their daughter!"

She laughed. "Austria! It's a beautiful country with some ugly prejudices. Strelsa did tell me that Günter's family is old line mountain folk all the way back to the dark ages, but Strelsa's family is actually part Polish royalty!"

I guess I would lay off the Pollack jokes, but had to ask. "Do they tell Pollack jokes in the EU?"

"They tell any and all kinds of jokes in the EU. But they don't have Aggie jokes, per se. The Swedes call them Norwegian jokes, instead, and vice versa. Have you ever heard of Ole and Lena, or Ulla and Ollie?" She said with a sing song in her voice.

"I think I had a great aunt named Lena", I said. 

By this time she had snaked one of her hands inside my pants and inside my underwear and was playing with my ass. I liked it. Then she pulled up my knit shirt, and blew on one of my nipples, and then gave me a hot look, holding her mouth open with her tongue on her upper teeth again. My dick sprang up to full readiness, dripping a little sap like piece of green lumber, and she noticed. She liked it, as her Suzie signal was making clear to me. 

Since I had listened so long, and I knew I would soon have my mouth too full to talk, I blurted out "I need to tell you something, Suzanne!"

She stopped squeezing my butt cheek and looked semi seriously at me. As she waited for me, she raised one eyebrow expectantly. For some reason, I thought about Mille and Lara lecturing me condescendingly about Girl 101, wherein girls learn that the boy always should say "I love you" first. I had not told them about Boy 102, a somewhat more advanced course delivered in dribs and drabs in locker rooms and hallways, wherein boys learn that saying it is a good way to get laid, and that a girl never really gives you her best stuff until you say it. So you say it, get the benefits, and then you can decide whether you meant it or not after you have gotten past her defenses and fucked her. 

I was also just stunned by her sudden silence, but like most fools, I rushed in to fill it. "I love you!"

Her face actually stayed completely still for a moment. Her Suzie did not. I only thought I was well connected to her before, but suddenly I was plugged in like I never thought possible. Analogies were hollow here, but it was like listening to a little old transistor radio with a 1" speaker and thinking the music was wonderful, and then suddenly someone hooks up a set of full range electrostatic speakers plus a giant subwoofer. Her signal was inside my head, my lungs, and acting directly on my dick and on my heart and soul. It reached some sort of Suzie crescendo like I had never experienced before. It literally stopped my breathing for a moment.

Then her mouth moved a just little, and she said "I love you too, Robbie!" After we reached that point, sensing her Suzie signal was like breathing: natural, automatic, and a pure necessity. Neither one of us said much for the next few hours, except "oooh" and "aaah"' and "yes" plus the occasional "Oh God", but we did manage to test, taste and judge every square millimeter of each other. I penetrated everything except her eyes and ears, and nose, and she must have come six times, with six cute little sneezes. I only came twice, but the second one was more of a tonic, clonic seizure that swept through my body like an explosive wave, or maybe electroshock therapy.

.....

Dwight had cramps in both legs, sitting in the van, but he could not move right now. He should get extra combat pay for this. He used to think you had to go on a long and unsatisfying date to get blue balls. Now he got it every shift watching this Pliskin woman. He was afraid he was going to develop prostate cancer before he turned 26 from all this back pressure. This was got to be some yet unnamed new medical syndrome, never properly written up because it happened to no such agents like him and nobody could talk about how they contracted it.

Before this latest little fuck fest, he had alerted everyone on the surveillance teams to the tennis tournament conversation, and gotten a response from his boss, Senior Agent Smith that he had learned that Erminia Gallo would also be there, escorted by Brujo Lagoria, Sapiento's money manager and chief advisor, but that Sapiento would be at a meeting downtown. That complicated their coverage plan a bit.

.....

Monday morning I woke up the dorm, but I was hoping I was still at Suzanne's place. I reached for her, and she wasn't there. But I almost thought I could feel her Suzie, even at a distance. Then I remembered her driving me back to the dorm, and a tearful goodbye, and that I would see her at lunch time to run, but only to run. I brushed my teeth and dressed, and went down to breakfast to tank up for the fun run today. 

I went through the serving line in a bit of a trance, and loaded up my plate. I was ravenous. I used to wonder if my Suzie receiving capability would improve with the number of women I practiced on, or how much time I spent listening to a individual woman, or just in general as I got a little older and more experienced. All three terms were obviously in the equation, but depth of connection was seemingly the first order term. My now rapidly deepening connections with Lara and Suzanne were also improving my ability to hear signals from anyone, even complete strangers. In fact, I was hearing signals so well know that I might have to ask Nora for advice on how to shut them out. I was staring off into space, shoveling protein into my maw, when Nora approached. I barely noticed. 

"Maybe I should pre-position the next plate for you, so you don't have get up and break your rhythm between fork and mouth!" 

I smiled up at her, albeit distractedly, and looked over at the serving line. I hoped she was serious about her offer. 

"I am actually a little concerned, Robbie. Are you okay?"

I managed a smile. "I think so, but I am so hungry all the time now. Maybe it's just the stress?"

She said "I'll be right back", and went back through the serving line. Bless her little heart.

She returned with another full serving of bacon, eggs, and French toast. What an angel of mercy she was. 

"Sometimes people overeat to deal with stress. Are you gaining weight?" she asked, tilting her head toward me, and scanning my form with her eyes.

"Not an ounce. I am losing fat and gaining muscle in my legs, but my weight is staying the same. My pants are all now loose at the waist and tight in the butt and thighs. I get lots of exercise, and I sleep like a log. I don't think it is stress. I'm caught up in all my classes just fine. Unless I get hit by a bus or something I'll pull 15 hours of 4.0 GPA this semester. "

She looked thoughtful. "Well, they say we only use 10% of our brain, and that the human brain, working hard, burns a lot of calories per hour."

I suddenly remembered something from high school. What a shock. "Don't they say you need 50 grams of glucose each day as a minimum just to run your brain?"

She looked as surprised as I was. "Actually I think that's right. And if I remember from my biology electives, the brain only runs on glucose, so if you don't take in enough of it directly the liver has to make it from fat and protein to keep the brain going."

"Well, I just know I feel hungry all the time and my stomach starts growling about two hours after each meal. This has only started since I have been down here in school. It wasn't this bad in high school!"

She took a ClifBar out of her purse and gave it to me. "This is part of my stash that I keep in case I miss lunch, and I have some more. But take this one and if your stomach growls, eat it and see if that helps."

"Thanks Nora. I hope I see you before next Wednesday." She smiled, and headed for her class. I polished off my third plate, and grabbed an apple from the serving line as I headed out.

Rhetoric and Composition was the only class where I had already had my pre-Thanksgiving exam, but there was a big paper due right before the break. Sarah looked good, and Ms. Wyrickie still smelled tobacco free too. Her Suzie signal was sizzling and popping in anticipation of next Thursday evening's planned dalliance with the two of us. I realized it would have to be after Erminia's training session at 6 PM, and that I should do a little preparation for it, as I had with Lara's first session. In between classes I did my 'lecture to an empty classroom' trick, while I ate the apple as a preventive measure, and soon identified two issues I needed to study a little more before my math exam. Professor Lillehammer assigned yet another paper, naturally to be turned in before the break, about the tradeoff between the increasing upfront costs of regulation on engineering projects versus the later economic cost of accidents and cleanups. What fun. 

I popped back to my room and changed into running shorts and shoes, but with a long sleeve tee shirt plus a tennis sweater, as it was a little chilly, and then headed for the entrance to Suzanne's office building. My stomach growled on the way, and I suddenly realized that I had left Nora's ClifBar in my backpack. Suzanne emerged with super short running shorts, but with some sheer full length hose, and a tight white sweater. She made it look totally hot, despite the cooler weather, and the fanny pack she had added.

"I hope that fanny pack is truly necessary, because it interferes with my view of your lovely altar of worship, there, beautiful!"

She smiled. "You say the nicest things sometimes, my Animal, especially last night. I will be glad to schedule private worship services for you a little later. This is my contingency pack: cell phone, bandages, safety pins, bottled water, and ..." She paused as my stomach growled so loudly that it interrupted her, then reached into the pack and produced her own ClifBar and handed it to me, then continued "and some low blood sugar preventatives, and a couple of other trail related accessories." 

"Wow!" I said, talking with my mouth already full of a bite of the ClifBar, "Were you ever a scout?"

She laughed. "No, I was in Morocco when I was the proper age to join. But I do like to be prepared."

We jogged past the capitol, catching a few lights just right and continuing south. "When we take off from the hotel with the group, would you please ride drag, so we don't lose any strays?"

"Yes, Ms. Hot Trail Boss! I'm going to keep them little doggies in line and on the move, I surely will! Wouldn't want one to break a leg and you have to shoot 'em." She laughed.

"Excellent! Competent trail hands get good guy finishing points, if you know what I mean!" 

"I will never forget that, Ma'am, if you won't." She smiled, so wonderfully.

We went left and then back south. When we passed the convention center and crossed the street to the Four Seasons, there was a baker's dozen waiting for us near the entrance, three women and ten guys in very expensive looking designer track suits with funny European haircuts. Suzanne used her stage voice, instantly getting their attention without any amplification. "Hello and welcome. My name is Suzanne, and our mutual friend and coach Bob asked me to lead you in a little fun run today and again on Wednesday. We are going counterclockwise around the trail loop today, roughly an 18 km circuit. Bob of course wanted more distance," she paused and the crowd laughed, and she continued, "but we had a time limitation to work within." 

Everyone was looking at her intently, the guys because she was so hot, and the girls because she was so clearly in shape, as far as their Suzie signals were telling me so far. She pointed me out, and I waved, then she said "Robbie will be running at the end of the group, or as they say in Texas, riding drag, but not in drag, I assure you, and feel free to ask either one of us for help or to answer questions." With that she took off around the edge of the hotel on the little pathway between buildings, going east of the hotel and down toward the rowing club, joining the path just west of some construction barricades and a covered wooden temporary path through the construction zone. The group spread out a little bit and developed a spacing that happily put all three of the women near the back of the pack, in easy view as I ran in the very back. 




My Only Talent Ch. 16



There were a few young guys keeping right behind Suzanne, in the same way that Theo had stayed right behind her in the conga line, and they actually jockeyed for position to get the best view of her as she ran in front of them. The older guys held back some, and then the three women. One very thin, marathon runner looking guy in his forties ran just a step ahead of me. He was wearing a long sleeved green shirt that said "Green Tree Racing, Belfast" and soon started a conversation. "Hello, I'm Ivor Greentree, I stay in Belfast." I shook the offered hand. I thought Belfast was Northern Island, but he sounded one of those Scottish Guys in the radio commercials. "I'm Robbie Roberts. You sound more like Aberdeen, Ivor."

He laughed. "Fine ear for a cowboy, or just lucky, but maybe with a name like Robbie Roberts you should have the ear. I was born in the East Highlands, but my Da moved us to Belfast when I was little, so both the Scots and the Irish think I sound funny. Most of them say I think funny, too."

"What business are you in Ivor?" By now we had passed underneath the 'bat bridge', but the colony had already migrated to Northern Mexico. The slight smell of bat guano remained with us. 

'I'm an engine builder, and a right good one. I do work for three teams, and do remote diagos during the race."

I followed up on that. He meant that most of the engines in the cars had more radio telemetry monitors than NASA missions, and someone like Ivor watched everything in real time and tried to anticipate engine conditions and potential failures, in order to prevent or delay them during the race and figure what to do differently before the next race, or how to change the design of the next race car. 

By now we had reached a little wooden bridge over the trail, and people were going single file, not using one side of the bridge, stacking up traffic, which there was a even more of than a normal day, I supposed owing to the large number of race people in town. We stopped just before the bridge just as Suzanne reached into her fanny pack, pulled out a black plastic bag and bent over almost double at the waist, and then squatted on her ankles, using two of my favorite moves from her stretching routine. She scooped up some dog poop into the bag, flipped it over expertly to seal the bag, and dropped it in one of the little stations provided along the trail.

Ivor sighed. "This is an amazing town. I never thought I could be grateful for a fookin' dog turd, but seeing that one sit on her hunkers to clean it up was an almost religious experience!"

I laughed. "You've got good taste, Ivor. Texas is a great place for girl watching, especially here."

"Too right! Fine scenery, I'd say."

"We call it 'eye candy'. Walk around the ESU campus and you will be amazed." 

Ivor drifted up to talk to one of the other runners, and one of the women drifted back into step with me. "May I ask a few questions about things locally?" she said with a British accent almost like Nora's when she got excited, but not quite as precise and cultured. She was about 5' 6", with light brown hair and a very full figure. "I'm Tessa Formby, from the Tattler." I sort of knew what that was. 

"I'm Robbie Roberts. How can I help?" 

She gave me her best come hither look, and least the best that can be done while running. "How do I get to the Broken Spoke Dance Hall?"

Fortuitously we would soon approach the Lamar Bridge. I pointed it out to her and said "take that road, Lamar Boulevard, South for about 3 miles, and it's on the left."

She smiled, a very nice one at that. "And the Domain shopping center?"

I pointed west to Mopac. "Take that freeway North for about 10 miles, watch for an exit on the right that will say Domain on the sign. Get into the right lane as soon as you can."

She smiled again. "Just can't get used to exiting on the right, you know! You seem to know your way round. Could you have dinner with me tonight?" I heard no Suzie signal at all for me. 

"Sorry but I have exams coming up next week and I really have to hit the books tonight."

"Are you sure you are not going to hit our fun run leader tonight instead?"

I looked at her promisingly and said "That would be tattling, wouldn't it?" and dropped back a bit, obviously. She sped up to work on someone else. 

As we continued by the rowing center Ivor dropped back near me and pointed out two skulls full of fit women in tight outfits, rowing hard, and racing against each other. He gave me the play by play. "There's a fookin' wonderful sight! Stroke! Stroke!" as he laughed almost maniacally. "I love this town. It's like Stockholm with the thermostat turned up!"

We passed by the high school, and the under the Mopac bridge. There were lots of bikers, runners, joggers, and walkers, aged from 18 to 88, with dogs, strollers, and in all manner of running outfits. I mentioned the swimming pool off to our right, and then as we passed into the park, the spring fed swimming hole frequented by topless coeds in warmer weather. Ivor took it all in, laughing, 'It just gets better and better!"

We snaked around in the park, past the Stevie Ray Vaughn statue, and the Hyatt, and I pointed out the Four Seasons on the opposite bank. We ran back under the bat bridge, over the freeway choked with visiting cars, then along the lake toward the dam that defined the downriver boundary of the constant level lake through town. We went north across the damn, then turned west back towards the hotel. He commented on the apartments overlooking the lake and along the trail, and soon we were back at the hotel. 

"Fancy a Guinness?" he asked. 

"I'd love to talk some more Ivor, but I have two more classes this afternoon, and midterm exams coming up next week. Perhaps another time or at least we can talk again Wednesday?"

"Absolutely!" He gave me what I thought was his business card, but he gave me three of them. I put them in my little shirt pocket, the only pocket I had. "Get in touch when you can!" he said, and he was off to the hotel entrance. 

Susan came up and gave me a pat on the butt, and said, "Thanks for helping out, my Animal!" I wanted a kiss, but I might have to wait until we got back to campus. We turned north and headed back. My wind was holding out fine, but my stomach was already growling again. I gave Suzanne a quick kiss and had to go to into my 2 PM class in my running stuff. It was good we had a casual dress code, although it did win me some funny looks, and I was cold sitting still. When I got back to the dorm I rushed to open my backpack for the ClifBar like an alky looking for his hidden bottle. I felt better almost right away. The rest of the afternoon went by in a blur. I was having trouble concentrating on school because Suzie signals were impinging on me from all around, like the wind noise from passing cars buffeting mine on the highway. I wanted to go off by myself somewhere to get away from them, but my stomach was soon growling again and was avidly watching the clock until the dining hall serving lines opened up.

When they did, I went down and stuffed myself until I just couldn't swallow any more, and then ate two desserts on top of that. On the way out of the dining hall, inspiration struck. Although I was not a coffee drinker, I stopped by the coffee bar and grabbed ten of those little cylindrical sugar envelopes, for the emergency rations that I was sure I would need later this evening. I found an empty classroom in one of the buildings on the South Mall, and spent an hour 'teaching' each class that had an exam left. There were mercifully fewer people in the building at night, and the roar of Suzie signals was just dull white noise now. I made progress sorting all the review material out, and felt pretty good about the upcoming exams. I decided to work on the last two papers that were due before break, but then encountered a wave of lassitude and hunger. Five of the sugar envelopes kept it at bay, and I finished the draft of the paper for Engineering 101, and my outline for Rhetoric and Composition paper, and then went to the room to sleep about 1 AM.

Tuesday morning, after a massive breakfast and replenishing my store of sugar envelopes, I met Oiler at Painter Hall, where we boarded the bus that would take our F1 tour group north to the research campus where the advanced computing center was. He prattled on about the F1 teams in town. He knew the names of all the drivers, but to him the real stars were the engineers, mechanics, and pit crews, that had already begun assembling the 'blueprinted' engines for the weekend. I had moved the cards that Ivor gave me to my backpack, and I reached in to fish them out, intending to give Oiler one of the three. Before I could even focus on them he jumped a foot high his seat, and everyone in the bus turned to look at us, including Professor Lillehammer and the Dean of Engineering. 

He cut back to a whisper, and said "Where in hell did you get those?"

I saw that two of the cards Ivor had given me were different. They were laminated in plastic, with a holographic logo underneath like a credit card, and several QR codes, a magnetic stripe, and some colored bars on one edge. I handed him one while I studied the other. He groaned. 

"These are fucking pit passes! How in the world did you ever get them?" I sort of resented his emphasis on the word "you".

I looked at the third card Ivor had given me. It was a more conventional business card, and I handed it to Oiler. He freaked out again.

"Ivor Greentree!" He is a bleeding edge design engineer and a master machinist. This guy is amazing. He is so good that three different teams use him. Anyone else they could demand an exclusive contract from and get it, but not this guy. How did you ever meet him?" Again there was that demeaning emphasis in his tone. 

"Yesterday at lunch time, he introduced himself and then told me how much he admired Suzanne's ass!"

Oiler looked worried. 'You didn't hit him did you? He gets in all sorts of fights, because apparently he just says anything, to anybody, especially when he's had a few beers."

"Nah, I kind of liked the guy! And I have to give him credit for recognizing that Suzanne does have an almost perfectly designed ass, which I guess any real engineer should recognize! He invited me out for a Guinness, but I told him I had to study."

Oiler moaned. For him it was paradise lost. 

"But hey, I will see him again tomorrow. And if these are two pit passes, you can go with me, right?"

He looked like a kid whose errant dad had finally figured out what he wanted for Christmas. 

The bus stopped at the Pickle Campus (really that's what it's called) and we made our way to the little auditorium in the TACC building. I saw Spear Overtop in the queue, and lots of young guys with German or British tightly cut suits and narrow ties, in addition to a few other professors and grad students I had seen around campus. I saw someone waving and saw it was Ivor. I waved back, but we were already seated on opposite ends of the auditorium. 

When the group was settled, the lights dimmed and sharp clear image of a wheel and disc braking system appeared on the big screen. The wheel began to spin, and the little arrows that indicated the fluid motion of the air past the wheel and through its cooling surfaces began to move faster and faster, and the temperature of the wheel, bearing, and brake system, as depicted by the on screen colors of their component parts, began to change. Then the brakes were obviously applied, the air flow slowed, and the brake and wheel surfaces got a lot hotter than the bearings, which then heated too and seemed to change shape and vibrate a little bit. A voice from the back, which I presumed to belong to the British boffin who had done the paper that had been submitted and reviewed, but not yet published, said "Bloody hell!"

The image faded, and the backlights came on, showing in silhouette a very shapely woman standing with a laser pointer. She spun and it looked almost like the opening credits from James Bond film. They just needed to add the music. Her appearance silenced the voice and the entire room momentarily, and then the woman's voice said, with a throaty inflection, "This analysis was made possible by the pioneering work of Dr. Nick Gruber, of the University of Surrey, that we have used as the basis of the simulations you are about to see."

The professor's ego was suitably mollified, and he sat back down, his fascination growing as Esmeralda's true beauty was revealed as the lights came up, and her true brilliance revealed as she detailed the material. Oiler then stood at the other lectern, and they went through the presentation contrapuntally, one asking a question that the other would soon answer, using the computational magic on screen to solve the riddles. Esmie was also using her fiancée's experimental technique of a subtle strip tease, provocative pose, or sexual innuendo to highlight key points. The audience was spellbound, and she looked every bit as hot as a typical Bond girl. Of course, she could hold me spellbound just reading the crop price data from the commodity exchange.

After the prepared examples, questions came from the group, especially from professor Gruber. Esmie asked for clarification and restated the problem until it was completely confirmed by the questioner, giving Oiler time to either find one of their prepared scenarios that applied, or improvise one. His coding appeared on a small monitor off to the side of the main screen, and it seemed to me that several audience members were following that work just as closely as the graphic display, and maybe more so. It was apparent to me that the setup they were demonstrating could rapidly adapt and display 'what if' scenarios in response to their questions, and with this audience I assumed they were the important and relevant ones. Oiler told me before hand that previous to using this supercomputer and the new programming language and algorithms the department had developed for it, each proposed analysis would have taken weeks or months to respond to. The murmurs from the audience told me they seemed to get that, too.

Oiler called time, thanked Esmerelda, and introduced the Dean, who thanked everyone again, even me, for my idea to put this whole series of meetings and lunch and dinner together. As we boarded the bus, the Dean said he wanted to join us for dinner, but he had previously not planned to. I said there would be plenty of room, but did not tell him where supper was going to be. I also told him I wanted to include a friend at our lunch at the University club, and he said fine. He and Spear Overtop sat together on the bus, and engaged in animated conversation all the way. During the ride, I got a text from Peggy, saying that they had met my mother's friend, Mrs. Hocheim, down at Three Rivers, and the tour was going well, including the cabrito that they were preparing for lunch. My stomach growled. As we approached the campus and the University Club, Dana Duke texted in a report that lunch and the golf tour was going well, and they would play the back nine after lunch and be back in plenty of time for dinner. 

It was buffet service at the University club. As our group fell in line, I stayed back and looked for Günter, but my stomach wanted to cut in line and get a plate right away. When he finally showed up, he was reluctant to get in the line. He looked really nervous.

"I need to talk to you about something private. I could not be comfortable with a group. I am a member here so let me get a table and we can order, and talk in private?"

At this point I was so hungry I felt like a junkie who needed to fix, so I agreed. We sat down and the waiter brought us water and rolls and said he would be back in a second for our order. I inhaled two out of the three rolls in the basket before Günter could even begin. The rolls were just barely taking the edge off my hunger. 

He looked like he was about to throw up, but he went forward. "You know that I love Strelsa, and I want her to be happy?"

I was looking for that waiter. "Yes, and I think she loves you too, despite what her parents say."

He turned green. "I didn't think about her parents! If they found out..." his face went from green to white, then back again, but he went on. "I, mean, I,..." he threw up his hands in frustration. 

"Come on Günter, just say it plain English, or German if you must!"

He looked even funnier. The waiter came and we ordered steaks. My mouth was watering. He also ordered a double screwdriver, which he downed instantly, and signaled for another, then said to me "Strelsa has fantasies!" 

He sat back, relieved, like he had already said his piece. I waited. Finally I said, "Don't you?"

"Jah!" he said in a guttural growl. "And we even talk about them to make each other excited, and it worked gut, until..."

He paused and looked around guiltily; "Until Strelsa want to actually dooo dem!" he was beginning to sound like a drunken and truly bad comic trying to do a Terminator imitation. 

His second double arrived, and he finished it faster than I had the rolls, and then sat back. My turn, I guessed. "What does she want to do?"

His face froze, like he was being tortured. "She wants to do.... you ... and me, at the same time!" He collapsed back into his chair, eyes glassy, and he was through for now. The waiter caught my eye, and I tried to pantomime 'no more drinks'. 

I knew just how he felt. I think. I said, "So Günter, let me get this straight, she wants to have sex with both two guys, at once?"

He shuddered. I guess it was tougher for him to hear me say it out loud. "Jah! You are the only one she trusts to be nice to her and to never to tell anyone about it."

"So she told you to say this?"

"Noooo, she would never tell me dis, it would hurt my feelings, and she is too nice for that. But I know she wants it, she talks in her sleep, in French, not Polish, and I can understand. If I know she wants it, I have to ask you for it for her!"

"Do you think it will really make her happy?"

"I dunno, but if it does okay she is happier, and if it doesn't then we can just not talk about it anymore and you will not either, and we can go on. 

"Well, I would have to talk to Suzanne about it."

He sighed. "Mine gott I am so embarrassed! But she will not talk to anyone else about it, yes?"

"I will tell her not to. Give me some time, okay?"

He actually laughed. "How about ten years?" 

He looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. I felt bad for him, at least until the food arrived, and then it got my undivided attention. I put away the steak and fried potatoes in record time, and asked for another basket of rolls, then ordered dessert, too. I relaxed a bit from the insane quest for calories, and heard a Suzie signal from Günter. I almost dove under the table to get away, until I realized it was not for me, but for Strelsa. I could actually hear a little male desire carrier modulated with images of Strelsa and Strelsa only. I guess he truly was in love. While I pondered this discovery, he signed the tab and said he had to get back to his office and then down to rowing practice on the lake 

I quickly rejoined my group, managing to get into the buffet line unobtrusively and make myself another loaded plate. The only seat left with the group was near Ivor, who was talking to Oiler, peppering him with rapid fire questions. They seemed to alternate between programming, machine tools, engine design, and metallurgy. Every time Oiler would answer a question he would then ask one of his own about how Ivor did things. I just ate and listened. I did learn some stuff. Finally Ivor stopped his questioning and turned to me. 

"How to you know Oiler?"

"He is a fraternity brother to an old junior high friend of mine, and he helps me with calculus, too."




My Only Talent Ch. 16



Oiler chimed in."Robbie introduced me to my girlfriend, Gretchen. Best thing anyone ever did for me, too!" Oiler got a dreamy look in his eyes. He did have it bad for Gretchen. 

I laughed, "She is gorgeous. I'd like to date her too, Ivor, but I'm much too short for her!"

I decided to ask Ivor, "If you meant to give me those pit passes, is it okay if I give one to Oiler?

Ivor shook his head and said "No" and Oiler looked his dog just died, but Ivor continued, "The ones I gave you are only good for time trials on Saturday. Oiler will have to have his own that covers race day, too, if he is going to be any bloody use helping me monitor engines. I'm split three ways and I need an assistant!" He laughed.

"Plus if someone wants to take a swing at me, maybe Oiler being almost twenty hands high and almost twenty stone will make 'em think fookin' twice about it!"

Oiler almost fainted. 

"But wait a minute!" Ivor said, "Just how tall is this Gretchen?"

.....

Meanwhile, back at the campus, Suzanne spotted Strelsa and waved. Strelsa had called last night and insisted that Suzanne meet her for lunch today. They both had crowded schedules, so they met on the windy and cool East Mall, roughly equidistant to their respective department building, where they could get a quick lunch from the food vendor carts and talk. They both got a hot eggroll and a bottle of water and sat close together, sharing the only spot left on a bench in the sun.

Strelsa looked very nervous. "I am sorry to take up your time, Suzanne, but I have a problem. Nora says you are a good and trustworthy person so I am going to ask you for help."

Suzanne tried to look encouraging, rather than showing the puzzlement she felt.

"I will get right to the point. I am afraid I am not making Günter happy!"

Suzanne paused. "He seems pretty happy to me. He told Robbie he truly loved you!"

A little tear trickled out of the cornet of her eye, and she sniffed. "I know he does, and I love him with all my heart, but I am not giving him what he needs, in, in, bed!" Her face turned hard and cold and she looked at Suzanne apprehensively. 

Suzanne tried to look sympathetic. "The Seven Year Itch, huh?"

Strelsa looked incredulous. "I love that old movie. I watched on Classic Movie Channel two weeks ago when Günter was out of town for rowing meet! I guess that really is the problem!" Then her face fell. "But we have only been married a year!" and she began to cry actively, and their bench mates tried not to stare. 

Suzanne put an arm around Strelsa and let her vent a moment. 

After a few more sobs and sniffles, she spoke again. "Günter has fantasies!"

Suzanne was not surprised, based on the way he had been starting at her at dinner. But she also had seen how Strelsa looked at Robbie. "Don't you?"

"Yes, and we even talk to each other about them. It gets us excited, you know?"

"Yes, isn't that good! Open communication is always good." 

"But I think he really wants to do it!"

"What did he tell you?"

"Nothing! He doesn't want to hurt my feelings! But I know what makes him crazy when I whisper it to him in bed to get him hot!"

"What?"

"What they all want! Two women at once! And since he won't say it I have to ask you do it for him because I want him to be happy!" She broke down completely, dropping her egg roll in the grass. 

Suzanne's first thought was that it would soon be squirrels versus crows versus seagulls in the contest to scavenge that thing, as the ants would be too slow. Günter probably did want to have just one time what Robbie was getting most every weekend. And she could tell Strelsa from personal experience that it wasn't the end of the world, it wasn't even half bad, and in fact it got Suzanne really hot, too. And being with Lara, wonderful Lara, well, that's ....another subject entirely. She wondered if sweet and proper little Strelsa wanted two guys at once the way Suzanne did. Well, daddy would say this sticky wicket is just the kind of training exercise she needs to further her diplomatic career, which was not her goal But he would also say stall for time to think, even if you just argue about the shape of the negotiation table for a while. 

"Let me think about it, Strelsa. I will have to talk to Robbie, too. "

"But you are not married!"

"No. but we are totally honest with each other about everything, including sex!"

"Then I have to tell you one more thing, and maybe warn you about something. Günter is, I mean he is hard to satisfy!"

"You mean, he takes a long time to come?"

"Sometimes, and sometimes he is very quick to shoot. But what I meant is, he is large, down there."

"You mean he has a big cock?"

"Well, I have only been with him, but I have looked up the statistics. Günter is about 4 sigma above the mean. It seems big to me."

Strelsa sniffed and looked puzzled, then said "I have to get back for office hours for the class I grade papers for. Please let me know what you can do?" Please help me make Günter happy!"

.....

Lunch completed, my tour group walked into the stadium proper and the rest of the group went into the athletic complex and then to the football offices and locker rooms. I made my afternoon classes, stomach growling right on the two hour mark, picked up the exam review sheets, and then dropped off my stuff at the dorm and walked over to West Campus to fraternity row and the UDP port early to check on the preparations for the combined dinner with the three tour groups. 

Most of the UDP members and pledges were still on campus. I walked back to the dining room and found the house mother and the kitchen staff finishing up the decorations, which weren't extensive. Just some F1 posters, some Longhorn football posters, and some fall leaves. The head cook was a tall young woman name Valerie, who loved to cook and loved to see the UDP boys enjoy it, and she had done herself proud. There was going to be lots of 'southern cooking' on display: fried chicken, corn on the cob, green beans with bacon, and collard greens in bacon fat, and for the vegan EU crowd there would be green serving dishes of beans, rice, black eyed peas, three different tofu dishes, desserts, and lots of other stuff I couldn't even name. 

Valerie asked if I would please agree to taste everything now. She didn't want to ruin my appetite for dinner later, but she would feel more comfortable if I tried everything now! She might have expected the hug, but I think the kiss surprised her a little bit. The rest of the kitchen staff whistle and jeered, and she got a big grin on her face. 

She walked me back to the kitchen and showed me how things were being prepared. That's when she heard my stomach growl. She chuckled, and fried up a chicken breast for me while I watched. I was spellbound. While the chicken cooled on the paper towel, she added an ear of corn, some greens, some black eyes peas, and a slice of pecan pie. Pretty nice little snack! It was so good I almost swooned. She was enjoying me enjoy her food. I pronounced everything fit for duty, and talked her out of another piece of pie. I felt very good and very comfortable. I had found perhaps the ideal afternoon snack to feed my growing needs. 

I took a quick nap on one of the couches in the room with the pool table, feeling full and at peace for the first time in days.  My stomach woke me in about an hour, already asking about my plan for dinner. I washed my face off, brushed my hair back with my hand, and joined to informal reception line as the first arrivals found their way to the dining room. The engineering group arrived first, with Ivor's booming voice telling jokes as they walked through the door. Professor Lillehammer took a look around and appeared pleased with the arrangements, and joined the serving line with everyone else. The golf group was next to arrive, with smiles all around. Two of the ESU alum pros from the senior tour had joined them for dinner, too, along with two guys on the current tour. I never realized how many Europeans followed golf. Suzanne came in from campus about that time and was soon surrounded by males asking her out. She smiled and deflected. When she saw me I got a little Suzie signal blip, just for me. It made my day. 

Finally the culture group trooped in. I had not looked at the final lists of group members, so was surprised to see Abelard Peters walking in, grinning from ear to ear. Right behind him was Peggy, smiling as widely as I had ever seen her. She spotted me and walked right over to me. When she got about three feet away she bounced up and down like a little girl that just got a pony for her birthday. But Peggy was not a little girl, by any means, and when she bounced, male eyeballs clicked all over the room. Having so subtly gotten everyone's attention, she proceeded to hug me and give me showy kisses on the cheek, with her other, larger cheeks still visibly shaking. As Peggy began to gush to me about her group and the people she met, I made eye contact with Suzanne across the room. She gave me the exact some look my Mom used to give me when I literally got caught with my hand in the cookie jar. But there was still a little Suzie beaming toward me, but it had a raspy overtone to it. 

After Peggy's update, she joined the line with her group, and Suzanne promptly strutted over to me. She took my arm, smiled warmly for everyone's benefit but mine, and spoke lowly in my ear, while digging her fingers into the inside of my elbow. 

"My my, my Animal! I see you really do understand what I was talking about when I said sometimes you just want to rub up against something new and novel and big and meaty and bouncy, eh? Watching it move around when you play with it, feel it pounding up against you? Maybe get a little thrill out of kissing it? Tonguing it? Making it get excited? Making it juicy? You really do know what I mean, don't you? Such a perceptive and open minded man!"

Oh shit. Smart girls. 

My stomach demanded that I go through the line again and I lost myself in the mechanical task of chewing and swallowing. Oiler came by, talking excitedly about his chance to work with Ivor. Esmeralda had already been offered a summer research assistant gig at the University of Surrey, which would look incredibly good on her resume', whatever path she decide to pursue later. Peggy approached again, gushing about her job offer at a museum in the UK. She would take 18 hours next semester so she could finish her degree and take the job in May. She was going to have lunch with Abelard Peters tomorrow to discuss the details. 

Finally I had my second piece of pie, and the event wound down. I knew I soon would have to face Suzanne, but even I was able to predict that it would not be a good time to talk to her about Günter's request for a two male threesome for Strelsa. She was talking to Esmerelda and Cisco, sitting as far across the room from me as possible. Oh woe is me! Finally they were about to turn out the lights, and the party was really over. She looked reluctantly at me, and then walked over. I stood and offered her my arm. She took it, without looking at me, and we started walking back toward campus. 

When we got out of earshot of everyone else, she said "We need to talk!" Generally speaking, those are the worst four words ever to come out of a female mouth. I waited her out. This is one conversation I was not going to initiate. It took almost a whole block.

"Robbie, I had an interesting lunch today, with Strelsa!"

Uh Oh. I didn't see that coming. 

"She asked me to do something for her, and I need to talk to you about it."

"Now that's funny. I saw Günter at lunch today, and he asked for something for her, too!"

"What the he want?"

"What did she want?

"You first."

"No, you first!"

She sighed like I was her kid brother and she was waiting patiently for me to finally grow up. I broke the silence by laughing.

"Do you want to do rock, paper, scissors; or just both say it the same time?

She finally laughed. I felt a little better, but just a little.

"Both at the same time" She said. "Three, two, one!"

"She wants him to have a threesome with two women! You and her!"

"He wants her to have a threesome with two men!" You and him!"

She looked as shocked as I felt. She got a brief and weird smile on her face, and then put on her negotiator's poker face. Uh oh. "Well there's a certain goofy symmetry there, I suppose."

By that time we had reached her car. We gave each other a perfunctory kiss, and agreed to talk some more later. I went back to the dorm, stopping at the Wendy's hamburgers on the bottom floor before it closed. Then I went to bed.

Wednesday morning, I woke to my growling stomach, well before the alarm went off. I ate even more breakfast than normal, and bought two ClifBars at the in house convenience store. I went through my classes in a fog; awoken only by an unusual email, from a university address that I had never seen before. It looked like an official university email, on one their email 'letterheads' from the department of economics summoning me to a meeting about a 'potential honor code violation', said meeting to be held at a professor's office at 5 PM this afternoon. The professor's name was not familiar to me, but the office address was on the same floor as Suzanne's little TA office. What was going on?

I changed into my running clothes and met Suzanne in front of the building, and we headed toward the Four Seasons. I asked about the email, and she looked surprised, too. 

'That sounds like the email they send when they want a student to take a test over because they think they cheated, or had someone else take it for them. You haven't done anything like that, have you?"

"No, and I have never even taken a course in that department, either. What do you know about that professor?"

"Other than where his office is, and that he specializes in South American economies, not much. Come to think of it, I thought he was actually teaching in South America this semester. I didn't even know he was even here."

We made it to the Four Seasons, and had mostly the same group, with a little turnover. We went clockwise this time, but without incident. Ivor told ribald jokes constantly, and reminded me to come to the pits for Saturday time trials. When we got back to her office, Suzanne said she would come to my 'hearing' at 5 to provide 'moral support'. Oh Joy. Then I realized the real import of the scheduled meeting. I normally went to the dining hall when it opened on the stroke of 5 and then ate urgently! If this meeting dragged on, I might collapse from hunger, or be held in contempt for my growling stomach. 

At 5 minutes to 5, I showed up outside the office, and Suzanne was already sitting on a bench outside the office specified in the letter. She smiled, and gave me a ClifBar. Emergency rations, and well timed. I scarfed it down to quiet my stomach. 

A woman walked up to the office, carrying a clipboard, and looked expectantly at us. "Ms. Pliskin?" she asked?

"Yes?"

"Follow me please." She led Suzanne through the office door, leaving me stranded in the hall. About five minutes later she emerged, looked at her clipboard again, and said, "Mr. Roberts?"

She opened the door, indicating that I should go in ahead of her. When I did, she smiled, then tried not to, and handed me a piece of paper and then went back out, noisily locking the door behind her. What was going on?

I looked into the room. Suzanne looked at me, and said, "Read the ruling, Robbie!"

I looked down at the paper, reading quickly. It was full of legalese, but it basically said that I had made promises to a student, telling her that I loved her, and telling her I wanted to worship her, and then I had not performed on those promises, thereby constituting a violation of the university honor code. I looked up at Suzanne to ask what the hell was going on, but she was not there, but there was an open door to a little office. I looked inside. 

Suzanne was naked, her clothes in the chair. Her hands were tied together at the wrists with a scarf that was then looped over a coat rack on the wall, essentially holding her arms helpless above her head. Her legs were spread wide and she was bent over at the waist, even more exposed. Her ass and legs were a vision of absolute loveliness. I looked up at her. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder at me, with eyes wide, and then glanced briefly down and her beautiful butt, and then looked back at me and put her tongue up against her top teeth. My reaction was very predictable. 

But I steeled my will to make her wait, at least for a few moments. My cock had already steeled itself. I walked around to her left side, appraising her like she was a horse for sale. Her eyes followed mine, her expression confident, as if she knew she was the best horse available. She surely was, and I wanted a ride.

I walked back to her right, and bent down like a golfer checking the line for a put, looking pointedly at her body and making noises like I was deciding whether to bid or not. Again her eyes followed and her tongue teased. She knew I wanted it. I pulled up the chair from the desk in the room, and sat down in it right behind her, letting my warm breath drift onto the back of her thighs. I forgot about my hunger, or at least focused on another hunger. I began gently kissing her legs, down low, and leisurely working my way up her calves to her thighs. Then I ventured into that magic transition zone between top of leg and bottom of buttock, and then up high on her taught and lovely butt. I began the process again down low with my tongue, leaving a little trail of saliva. She began to gasp. By the time I was licking up high between her butt checks, I could smell her glorious wetness as it formed. 

I lost myself in her, and suddenly put the tip of my tongue on her little rosebud. She drew a sharp breath and moaned softly. She relaxed even more, resting almost all the weight on her arms and the coat hook, and spreading her legs even wider. I explored like an anteater, trying to taste it all at once. She gasped again. The altar was pink and lovely, and I worshipped at it fervently. When she was fully wet, I stood up and entered her pussy, tuned into her Suzie, and dedicated myself to making her come. With our new connection I could sense her need, and was overjoyed that she needed me. I felt I could plug right into her feeling and pleasure her almost directly. This was where I belonged. Zen zone for me. I felt her orgasm coming much sooner than I had before. I stroked her even harder and deeper and was rewarded with her lovely sex clamping down on my happy cock, and one of her beautiful orgasms, signaled by a cute little sneeze. I pulled out and plunged into her ass. She was shocked, and surprised, but not unhappily so. She was tight and boiling hot, and I loved it. Soon she came again, and I felt it almost perfectly through the Suzie connection. 

Newly inspired, I got back on my knees and started licking the back of her pussy again. She liked it, but she wanted more penetration. I teased her, moving my mouth to her ass. She spread her legs even further and pushed her ass up into my face. Another orgasm. She shook. Finally I entered her ass again and pounded her. She was finally getting the penetration I knew she craved. When I was almost ready to come, I pulled out of her, lifted her arms over the coat hook, and then pulled up on them, forcing her to her knees. I entered her mouth and used the scarf and her hair to hold her head fast while I fucked it. Just as I came I pushed up on tiptoes and burst like an exploding shell into her mouth. I felt her, knew that she wanted it, she liked it, and she loved it. So did I. 

I unwrapped the scarf from around her arms and pulled her onto me, lying on my back on the floor and cradling her in my arms. We shook and cried together. And then my stomach growled, and she giggled. She turned and lay on her back resting on her elbows with her knees apart and up, grabbing the back of my beck and deftly moving my mouth back to her pussy, which I could not resist kissing. She sat back on one elbow, using the other hand to reinforce my head motions and influence their direction. 




My Only Talent Ch. 16



She began to talk again. "I just love it when eat me like this. You just seem to know just when to zig and just when to zag just right for me. Right there, Robbie! I think we should help out Stelsa and Günter out don't you?"

I started to move back a little to talk, but she used her hand to push my head into her.

"It's sort of like the modern version of that old O'Henry story about the wife selling her hair to buy for a chain her husband's favorite watch, while he sells his favorite watch to buy her combs for her beautiful hair? Except Strelsa and Günter don't really have to or buy or sell anything, they just have to make it their priority to allow the other one pleasure. Right?"

I somehow thought that was an invitation for me to speak, and I raised my lips from her lovely bush and drew a breath, intending to speak. It was not to be.

"There!" She pushed my head back into her. "Oh now that is good, Robbie! Right there! Oh that tongue of yours is so wonderful! So how should we go about telling Günter that you will do what he wants for Strelsa, and telling Strelsa that I will do what she wants for Günter? 

I was about to say let's wait until after Christmas when we here from Nora because that might complicate things, but...

"Oh, baby, right there and a little harder! Oh Yeah! We also need to decide not just when to tell them and when we want to actually do things.

Some suspicious part of brain began to think I was being conditioned. A wonderful tasty pussy to eat, lots of praise for the way I was eating it, and a lot of presumptive closing by saying things that I could not speak to refute, which she would then remember as agreement. I had heard of operant conditioning, but I don't think this is kind of a box that Dr. Skinner used. It was certainly making my little bird brain peck, or my pecker hunt, or something.

I think you and Günter should concentrate on Strelsa first, so I can watch and anticipate what it would be like for me! Then later Strelsa and I can help Günter live out his fantasy. I am so glad you agree! Then perhaps we will see how liberated Strelsa is feeling about little old me!"

"Oh please do my little ass now! I just crave you doing that! Oh, Robbie!" 

I was sure we would discuss this again, I was just not sure exactly when.

Thursday I ate a big breakfast, stocked several emergency rations in my back pack, and tried to hit the books. As I walked to my classes, the sky was full of helicopters ferrying people back and forth to the race track, and the streets were fuller than usual, with lots of visitors to town. I sent Ms Wyrickie a text telling her how to prepare for my visit later tonight, by kneeling behind the unlocked door like Lara had, but sans blindfold. I had given this scene some thought, and this was a very different situation, but I knew what I wanted to do.

Before I knew it, it was time to meet the limo downstairs. The same driver drove by to pick up Millie, and took us the same elevator entrance.

Erminia was waiting alone without the guards, and I had her pleasure Millie the same way as before, listening carefully for any arousal or guilt. She must have done her homework, because she was much more effective in getting Millie off, and I heard no hint of her own pleasure, just concentration on Millie. I was going to use a little distraction training. I took out the little leather whip, and said "trainee, you will continue to concentrate on pleasing your mistress, no matter what else is done to you!"

I popped the whip in the air, and she startled, and stopped her work on Millie for just an instant. I gave her a smart one on the butt. "Keep your focus! That sweet pussy is your world! You must please it no matter what!"

I began randomly whipping her, on the buttock, thigh, calf, and bottom of her feet, strong and soft and sometimes just popping the whip in the air. She began to ignore the whip. 

Mille came again, and said "Oh, Ermie, so nice!"

I began popping Ermie a little more strongly, and she worked even harder to concentrate, and Millie popped another strong orgasm. Then I began hitting Millie too, and Erminia could not fail to notice that the strokes just added to Millie's pleasure. I wanted her to learn from Millie, to learn to associate the pain with stimulation and pleasure the way Millie did. The timing worked out serendipitously; Millie was just on the edge of coming, with Erminia sucking her clit, when one of my strokes caught Millie just right and she came, taken right over edge by the sting of the whip, and Erminia could not have failed to notice that, as Millie's glorious little squirt expressed itself into Erminia's mouth. I felt a little wave of pleasure from Erminia's Suzie for that instant, and then she forced herself to concentrate again. But the key finding was that I detected no guilt, just concentration. Maybe my plan was going to work.

I had Erminia rearrange herself for the spanking that always ended the session, and I used my bare hands on her, hitting hard but leaving my hand against her skin to touch and caress for just an instant before raising it to deliver the next stroke. She noticed, and her Suzie told me she was anticipating and enjoying that one instant of pleasure between strokes, without any guilt. It was another encouraging sign. 

I had the limo driver drop Millie off at the Phi Phi house first, professing gallantry, but I really did not want her to tumble to my little evening scene with Ms. Wyrickie and Sarah. As we rode, for some reason I thought about Pavel, and his plans, I still had not figured out how he was going to pull it off with Sapiento under such a smothering security presence. I remembered my dad saying that the most important part of any sale was getting paid, and I guess that applied to kidnapping to. So follow the money, backwards. Pavel gets the money, via cash, wire transfer? How much? Sapiento is worth billions. But if they take Sapiento, then who has the authority with the bank? Erminia? Maybe not. Brujo Logoria? More likely, but how much could he authorize by himself? 

Suddenly it hit him me in the face. The best way to get paid the fastest and the mostest was to snatch Brujo Lagoria and leave Sapentio in place to facilitate rapid payment! And Brujo was going to be at the tennis tournament tomorrow without Sapeinto. What could I do? Who should I tell? I told the driver I needed a detour and gave him the address for Suzanne's apartment, and told him to hurry. 

.....

Dwight was getting bored, watching Suzanne read and study at her little desk, while she listened to Sir Edward Elgar's music. The good news was that in a little while she would stretch and shower and Dwight never got tired to seeing that. There was some noise out in the parking lot, and the external monitor showed a stretch limo pulling up right next to them. The plate recognition showed it to be one that sometimes carried the Gallos! A few seconds later the driver came up on the facial recognition list as one the Gallos had used before, and as Dwight watched the monitor, who should climb out of the limo but Robbie. An evening visit to watch the stretching routine perhaps, or to help with it? Dwight sure would be glad to help her out. 

He looked up toward the door to her apartment, expecting to see Robbie going up the stairs, and then somebody banged on the door of the van!

.....

I saw the same cable truck in the parking lot at Suzanne's and banged on the door, and when it opened there was only one young guy inside, and I had seen him before. He was at the Driskill hotel political reception, I had seen him on campus in the parking lot near Suzanne's office, and I think I had seen him at least once at one of Suzanne's soccer games. He blinked at me in the streetlight's glare.

"Pavel's not going to grab Sapiento. He's going to take Brujo Lagoria so he can get paid faster!"

I saw recognition dawn in his face, almost immediately. He was quick on the uptake. "Roger" he said, and closed the door.

.....

The kid could be right. How had the scenario geeks missed this? They must have considered the other members of Sapiento's organization as targets, but why did they assign such a low probability to the main financial advisor? A quick text message to the junior member of the scenario analysis team put the question on the table.

Meanwhile, he was going to look at the coverage plan for that tennis tournament tomorrow a little closer. If he were Pavel when and how would he grab Brujo?

.....

The door to the van closed, and I couldn't think of anything else to do but get back in the limo. I wasn't about to go up to Suzanne's right now, and potentially have to explain where I was going next. So I told the driver to go back to the original destination: Ms. Wyrickie's apartment building. I sent Sarah a text saying that I was on the way, a little late, and not to start without me. 

When I got to the building, Sarah was setting on the steps, wrapped up in full length Khaki raincoat and rain hat. She stood to greet me, and I surprised myself, and her, by putting my arms around her and kissing her fervently. Her Suzie said she like it a lot. Actually, I did too, and more than I thought I would.

"I sent Ms. Wyrickie some instructions, so she should be kneeling just on the other side of her door, and it should be unlocked. I am going to make her wait a long time before she gets any of the things she wants; so that when she gets it she will come like an explosion!"

She grabbed my ass. "That's very thoughtful of you, Robbie. What do you think she wants?

I gave her a leer. "I think number one on her hit parade is worshipping your lovely little snatch, a sentiment I can certainly understand!"

Lines like that normally turned Sarah off, but for some reason when Robbie said it, it burned into the pit of her stomach, and warmed her legs. 'So that's going to happen last?"

"Yep! I want you to be just as disdainful and superior as you were in class that one day. That seems to turn her on. I think she is a true submissive, and she can't let go and get off unless someone else is in control, and she has no responsibility. At first, let's tell her she is your robot, your drone, and that you are going to program and command her to do things, and that she must do them without hesitation. Then I am just going to do things to her, forcefully. Then I am going to make her watch me enjoy you, and then I will let her touch you. OK?

"Sounds like date night to me, sugar!" Sarah was putting on a causal face for Robbie, but she was more excited than she had ever been in her life. She felt flush, and she heard her pulse pounding in her ears

As we went up the stairs, Suzie signals burst forth from Sarah like a trumpet chorus. They were so strong it startled me. She had only sent what I was starting to call 'flirty' Suzie for me before, but this was 'fuck me hard now' Suzie, and a very insistent variety of that. And that is just what I was planning to do, after teasing Sarah and making Ms. Wyrickie watch. I pushed the door open slowly, and we say Ms. Wyrickie, naked and kneeling, about five feet in front of the door. She had her arms bound behind her with a scarf, as instructed. Her nipples were up and surround by goose bumps, her eyes were wide, her face was flushed, and she was already breathing rapidly. Suddenly another Suzie serenade, this one tentative and strangely sweet, hit my brain, blending and contrasting with Sarah's. 

Sarah started to open her coat, but I caught her arm and stopped her. She stood still, and I walked over in front of Ms. Wyrickie. "Unzip me slut, using your teeth!" She quivered and tried to comply. She had to use her tongue to get my little zipper handle to flip up, so she could grip it in her teeth. Wonderful feeling, that. She pulled the zipper down slowly and then used her tongue to try to open the little flap in my briefs. I was already mostly hard, so there was some resistance, and she had to take the cloth between her teeth to open if enough for me to pop out. When I finally sprang free, she looked wide eyed, and gasped. Sarah did too. This was going to be fun. Wyrickie opened her mouth as if to take my dick into it, and I slapped her! Surprised them both, but the Suzie chorus sang a little louder.

"You are not qualified to suck my cock yet, slut! Sarah is going to teach you how a really hot woman should worship it! And you had better learn quickly!"

Sarah took her cue, and moved a little closer, then took off her raincoat. Wow. She had on the Playboy Bunny costume from the Halloween party, except there were no panties now, just garter belt and hose, and the top had cut outs for her nipples. It made the eye move instantly to her pussy and nipples, and my eye didn't want to leave either. She looked great. She had trimmed her bark brown pubic hair into a well defined little rectangle, but it was thick and bushy and curly and wiry, and her pink lips already protruded from it. It looked amazingly delicious. Wyrickie's eyes got huge, and she apparently shared my appreciation for it. My dick got harder and redder; a happy consequence of my improving conditioning and muscular development from all the running was that the blood supply to my dick seemed much more responsive and efficient. 

Sarah took control. "You are going to be my robot, my drone, and by commanding you I will teach you how to suck a nice cock like that properly. Of course, with those thin lips and weak neck you won't be able to perform as well as I could, but at least you will be able to help get it ready for me!"

That sounded pretty good to me. I looked Sarah in the eyes, and pinged her with me sucking on those nipples. It seemed to me that they moved a little bit.

Sarah realized that she had just made a pretty boastful promise. She hadn't had that much experience sucking cocks. In fact, only with the one boyfriend that she had all through high school, and that just was just from senior prom night until she left for ESU. He came pretty fast, and she didn't really like it all that much, and he didn't reciprocate by eating her the way she wanted, either. But she wanted this cock. In fact, she was deeply sorry that Wyrickie was going to get it first. It looked warm and red, and Robbie legs and ass were wonderful, and he had already said he wanted eat her pussy. Boy did she want that too. But then she realized this was like a dress rehearsal. She would have to tell Wyrickie how to do a good job and sound like she really knew what to do, if she wanted Robbie to let her to it herself later. Luckily she had read all the articles in Cosmo, and had listened to lots of stories in her freshman dorm. She was going to make it so good Robbie begged for her to do it to him later.

"Use just your lips, slut, with your mouth closed, and kiss it all over. Smell it, concentrate on it!"

Wyrickie began to comply, but kept her eyes on Sarah the whole time, as if seeking her approval for what she was doing. She had my approval so far, and I was really interested to see how creative Sarah could be. 

"All over, every little bit of it, and don't you dare forget his balls! See how different they smell?" Sarah found she was having no trouble describing what she herself wanted to do. "Look at the ridges and veins on it. You are going to trace those with your tongue in a few minutes and learn how they feel and respond to it. Look at that big tube running along the bottom. You are going to flick you tongue across it later, so learn well where it is. Now look at the little hole in the front. You are going to just barely stick the end of your tongue into it, not forcefully, but playfully, to pleasure it. That is also were your reward will appear, if you do things well enough. And when it does, you must treat it like the gift it is, and love it, taste it, suck it all out and swallow it! It's good for you, too, like vitamins."

Sarah was really doing a great job getting me up for this, and Wyrickie seemed to be enjoying herself too. She kept her eyes on Sarah, Sarah seemed to be looking only at my cock, and I was watching Sarah's eyes and listening to her Suzie signal, carrier and modulation. Sarah was really into my dick, and I knew that soon it was going to be into her. 

Over about the next thirty minutes Sarah described, in intimate detail, just about everything I had even had done to my dick, or even ever thought about having done to my dick, and Wyrickie faithfully performed as directed. This lead to two major conclusions: first, I was just about to shoot; two, Sarah was really thinking about me shooting. I told her with my eyes and the quivering muscles in my legs, that my release was imminent, and she in turn directed Wyrickie to get it all and not spill a drop. I didn't have a several days of volume built up like my normal weekend routine, but when the first pumping spasm occurred, I was surprised at the force and volume. Wyrickie made a 'yumming' sound and swallowed lustily, and at that same instant a laser like and almost completely coherent Suzie signal burst forth from Sarah and rattled around my head, like aftershocks from firing a gun. 

With startling fervor, Sarah shouted "Suck it, Bitch!" and grabbed the back of Wyrickie's head, and my ass, and pushed me all the way into that wet, wildly sucking mouth. I dutifully produced another impressive bolus, and Sarah shouted, "Don't swallow it all yet!" and for some reason, that set me on fire. I quivered like a rider up in the stirrups, and shot my final drops. Sarah groaned, and said, "Stand up!" and then kissed Wyrickie right on the mouth, sucking on her mouth like a wild woman, and tasting me. Her Suzie output rose to another level, and it was impossible to ignore, as it reached right down to my center of gravity. 

Then she pushed Wyrickie back down, shoved her head back on my dick and said "Suck harder, slut, and clear out his tubes completely!" Now that was my kind of girl. I looked into Sarah's eyes and they burned into mine. She was on fire, too. After it was surely all sucked up and out, she said "Now take his balls into your mouth one by one, and gently suck and lick them!" Wow. Finally she moved Wyrickie's head around under me and said "Now lick that asshole, to show your devotion! Stick your tongue in it!" I was absolutely spellbound, by Wyrickie's work, and Sarah's direction.

Finally I was reaching the point of overstimulation. I grabbed Wyrickie's head and pushed her down to the floor, putting a foot on her neck and saying "You will have to be better than that next time! Sarah was giving you perfect instructions but you weren't carrying them out very well! She sobbed on the floor. I walked over to Sarah and kissed her again, then turned to Wyrickie. "Stay on the floor slut, and watch a man touch a real woman. Wyrickie sobbed again, but her eyes were glued to Sarah, and filled with lust. So were mine. 

I kissed Sarah tenderly, gently caressing her back and pushing her breasts against my chest. She literally melted into me and I felt the heat of her skin wherever we touched. Her Suzie popped into my head like our nervous systems were directly connected, and I began to tune for maximum heat. Slowly, teasingly I kissed her all over, carefully avoiding her nipples, ass, and pussy, but really working over everything else. When I nuzzled her armpits it sent her Suzie screaming sideways, and tonguing her navel also brought a fine reaction. Soon her pussy began to gush and flow and her nipples were so hard and crinkly they looked like they might shatter. I was frantic to taste her. 

I grabbed Wyrickie's head, gathered her hair up like a handle, and held it an inch from Sarah's sex. "You may not touch it, slut, but I wanted you to know what a really wonderful pussy smells like!" Her nostrils flared and she inhaled deeply, trying to collect every molecule she could. Her Suzie was a raspy mixture of signals for both Sarah and me, but mostly Sarah right now. After she drew two more deep and noisy breaths through her nose, I tossed her back on the floor, and said "Now stay, bitch, and watch quietly. This may take a while!" 




My Only Talent Ch. 17



Chapter 17

Happy landings there, Buddy! 

Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. 

Suzanne almost fell off the roof herself when she looked down and saw Pavel point the gun at Robbie, and then something landed on Pavel, making a sound sort of like a big watermelon dropped from the second floor. Some guys in dark grey suits held guns on the other caterers, put plastic cable ties around their wrists and ankles, cloth hoods over their heads, and then shoved them in the back seat of their black Tahoe. An ambulance arrived almost immediately, and the attendants put Pavel, who was unconscious, on a back board, and then she realized that the guy that had fallen off the roof must have jumped on Pavel deliberately. He looked familiar. They strapped him to backboard too, and then loaded both of them in the ambulance and took off in less than two minutes. She suddenly placed him: that was the guy who had followed her to Waco. She saw Robbie stand up, but he looked a little woozy. Her phone buzzed with a text from her father. It had a photo of a red headed guy in his thirties and one line of text "Find Agent Smith and ask him how you can help". 

She looked up and saw the guy in the photo talking with Erminia and Brujo, and hurried down the stairs. She first checked on Robbie, getting there right after Lara did, and Robbie didn't have a scratch on him, he was just having an adrenalin reaction. Agent Smith hustled over and asked her to sit with Robbie, give him some water, and watch for signs of shock. He told her a drunken guy had fallen off the roof, but he was the only one hurt, and that was all she had seen.

Suanne said, "What about Pav..."

Agent Smith was adamant. "A drunk guy fell off the roof and that's all you saw, right!" as he looked her right in the eyes. "Tell Robbie to say the same thing."

By this time the two other guys in suits were talking to all the other people that had seen the guy fall. This early in the morning, there really weren't that many people here yet. A big white Cintas step van showed up, and two guys in funny looking rubber suits with gloves and plastic bags on their feet and plastic hair nets ran to pick up Pavel's gun, and Robbie's racket, and everything the bogus caterers had put out for snacks, and all the stuff that had fallen off the roof with the guy who fell. Agent Smith got in one of the black Tahoes and then he and the white van took off, disappearing down a road that was marked 'no outlet' and about two minutes later two city police black and whites rolled up from the other direction, followed by an EMS unit. Her phone buzzed again, her father texted again, "stick to that story, will call you later, and do not turn your phone off." She saw a bunch of characters flash on her screen, and then it showed only a jumble of nonsensical symbols. 

The EMS guys went over to look at Robbie, shining lights in his eyes and asking him questions. He kept saying "I did not fall off the roof" and then, "the guy who did almost hit me" and then "they took him away in an ambulance", then "a regular ambulance, just like yours". The cops were talking to everyone around the court and taking notes. 

When they got to Suzanne, she opened her mouth to speak but they said "I think I already know, Miss. Some drunken guy fell off the roof and that's all you saw, right!"

"Actually officer, I didn't see anyone fall, I just heard a big thump. I came down the stairs from the roof to look and the ambulance was already driving away. You guys sure are good!" She gave him her best breathless coed look, but he did not respond. He must be gay, or maybe really married.

The cops came over and said they were confiscating her phone, but when they tried to page through it, they saw it was trashed. "This one is fried, too, Sarge. What the heck is going on?"

The EMS guys wanted to take Robbie to the hospital, but he absolutely refused, saying, "I didn't get hurt, just surprised!"

The police radio crackled, and the speaker/mics on the cop's shoulders all announced "Unit 1311, 10-61" The sergeant stepped away from Suzanne and Robbie, and dialed his cell phone, and spoke into it for a moment.

He then motioned to the other cops and said "10-24, 10-22, and you are all 10-8! Roll out a here forthwith!" The radio crackled again with another set of ten signals and some addresses. 

The cop that had been talking to Suzanne said "What's the deal Sarge? We are told to disregard, back in service, and then we get immediately sent to routine burglary calls we don't normally roll on!"

"Stow it, Stowkowski! Talk to Sergeant Vincent if you think you have a problem. Do you read me?"

All the cops and the EMS guys were gone in thirty seconds, but with no squealing of tires. Suzanne's phone rang; she listened for second, and then handed it to Robbie. He listened, with an increasingly serious expression, for several minutes.

"Yes, sir, I understand. No sir. My pleasure sir, uh, I think," and then handed it back to Suzanne.

She smiled. "Well, I guess you have now met my father, at least telephonically!"

Robbie still looked tired and pale, as he was still coming back from the deep crash right after the adrenalin rush. "He talks as fast as you do, perfect grammar, never pauses, never repeats himself, and he sure sounds like he knows what to do! Let me rest for a few minutes, get some water and a little food, and then I want to play the tennis match."

The tournament director started the match that was scheduled after Lara and Robbie's first, and then they would play theirs, and in just a few minutes, it was like the incident never happened. More people began arriving to fill the available seats, and Lara went and got Robbie a plate of food from what the real caterers had put out, and then she and Suzanne sat on either side of him, kissing him, touching him, feeding him, and making sure he was okay. He was looking better with every bite and every kiss, and soon got up and asked Lara to go warm up with him. They found a racquet for him to use, and then hit for a while until their match was called, and they stepped onto the court to play doubles against an older couple from Italy, who were equipped with complete matching sets of Ferrari logo tennis gear. Where was Theo the clotheshorse when you needed him?

Suzanne watched, remembering the way Lara talked about her first tennis date with Robbie. Thinking that she was going to beat him, like she usually trounced all her tennis opponents, and make him her submissive 'spanky' like all those other loser boys that tried to date her. Then the incredible rush of excitement when she realized Robbie might be good enough to beat her, and the last few points of their match were like her sexual fantasies, suddenly admitting that what she really wanted was somebody strong like Robbie to make her submit to him. As Suzanne watched the two of them move in those short and tight tennis clothes, she recalled she had never been much for tennis, but coupled with a sexual submission wager against either of these two, she might get more interested, win or lose. But then again, why waste time on the tennis part?

She could tell that Robbie and Lara were much better tennis players than the Italians, but they also understood the social graces of charity tennis tournaments, and kept each point close, until the Italians made enough unforced errors to lose, without making them feel that they had been pounded by better players. There were hearty congratulations across the net, and then they joined Brujo and Erminia for brunch. Robbie again ate very heartily, and drank a lot of Perrier water, while everyone else talked.  

.....

I figured after the tennis match and lunch I would catch a nap, but I discovered we were all scheduled for one of several 'work parties' to get ready for the 'addicted to' after party. My older sister had organized her senior prom, and I followed her trials and tribulations as they were explained in laborious detail across the dinner table every night, but that was nothing compared to this event. There were multiple work parties, a walkthrough, and a dress rehearsal to go, all in the next two days. Lara, Suzanne and I started over to Spear's place early, but most of the other folks would not arrive until after their normal work days ended. 

On the way, I thought about Dwight, the guy who had jumped from rooftop onto Pavel. Suzanne's dad had given me the background on his training as an agent and a very sketchy idea about the still unnamed OGA he worked for, and the basic plan of what would happen to him next, but only Suzanne and I knew even that much. He was in the hospital downtown, under an assumed name, in the burn unit because it was more plausible to keep outside contact to a minimum there. That must have made Suzanne think about her first love Mike, who had spent the last three years in a coma at the burn center hospital down in San Antonio, after what probably should mercifully have been a fatal collision caused by a deranged truck driver. Dwight, however, was in a physician induced coma, drugged and fed intravenously to reduce the chances of swelling and brain damage over the next few days. They had patched up his multiple broken bones, torn ligaments, and cuts and bruises, and there were no neurological problems evident from the fall itself, but there was a chance of later inflammation and swelling damaging parts of the brain. When that risk was in the past, they would wake him up and send him to rehab somewhere unknown to us, under still another name. I guess he was going to miss the big party.

I had read somewhere that living through combat, being shot at and not getting killed, made you horny as hell. In my case, just looking down the barrel of a gun and not even getting shot at was sure making me horny as hell, in fact, I was desperate. My Suzie receiver went on overtime, sniffing like a radar detector in a speeding car, and I picked up some wonderful signals from Lara and Suzanne. Their desire to not see me shot had turned into a drive to make sure I was alright, and that made them want to take care of me, and I knew exactly the kind of care I needed taken.

When we got to Spear's nobody else was there, and no one was expected for a while. Suzanne and Lara began explaining all the party plans to me, and I had trouble absorbing it all, until I put it in a project management context. Until then, I had not realized the scope of what they were doing here. They had a complete stage show planned, with music and dancing in between their 'acts' and a grand finale number that they guaranteed me would rock everyone's world, and make them want to come back next year. The remodeling of Spear's party house was primarily to fit in the stage and dance floor in front of the frosted glass that obscured the view into the pool and hot tub area, plus some crowd control and security measures. They would bring in a rented stage set and lighting, and had recruited a bunch of ESU theatre majors to do the stage design and management during the party. 

A conference call with both girls and Cindy Nelson, the beautiful, talented and supremely ambitious would be party planner to the stars left me with 45 minutes or so to myself. Rather than take a nap, I listened with half an ear and got my laptop out and worked up a project plan for the party, trying to incorporate everything they had told me about the plan. I saw three critical resource and calendar issues that would jump up to bite us. During the call, one other big problem had surfaced: the local big trick magician, stage show mind reader, and prestidigitator who was scheduled to be one of the key acts had gotten a big break and a lucrative booking at a major Las Vegas hotel, so he was cancelling his union minimum scale only gig at our party. 

After the call, I showed the girls my project plan, and they could see the schedule issues once I laid it out in the calendar with milestones format for them. Then they started to get a little freaked out. I showed them how we could add some bodies to our crew and change the order of some of the steps, and demand that the caterer and decorators deliver faster completion of some activities on the critical path, and they relaxed quite a bit. Suzanne smiled and said "Now if you could just do card tricks, read minds and make a ski boat disappear on stage, we would have everything covered. What the hell are we going to do?"

I saw opportunity, as I was getting hornier by the second. I hoped my Suzie receiver could tell me how much I could push it to make it pay for me. "Well, if I could give you a substitute act, that actually fits into the theme of the party better, and gives you another hook to lure people back for next year, would you two be willing to do anything I want, and I do mean anything I want, until 6 PM when our other workers arrive?"

I sensed two wonderful, interested Suzie signals, but I saw suspicion in their faces. Lara spoke first "We would have to agree that your proposed act is as good or better, and would really keep people spellbound, because I have seen that magician and he is good!"

Suzanne chimed in "What exactly do you have in mind?"

"Well, I would have to use Millie as my stage assistant, and we would use some real world 'magician' tricks to pull it off, but what if I could give you act called something like "Sexual Fortune Teller", for women only? We would bring a woman on stage, ask her a few questions, and then tell her, and the audience, what she really wants and needs sexually, and what she will have to try to achieve total satisfaction?" 

They both looked interested, and their Suzie's popped and sizzled, but they had some doubts.

Suzanne spoke first. "I realize you had some remarkable insight into what Lara and I needed, and Millie too, but how many women would be willing to go on stage and have people know who they are and learn that much about them, and how could you get even close to really telling them that sort of thing?" 

"Well, one of my magician tricks is that we are going to 'pre-select' the women beforehand, so I can have Oiler and Cisco do a little research on them, and get some ideas to work with. What if we have them wear masks on stage and be anonymous, but ask really personal questions to keep the audience interested?" 

Lara looked thoughtful. "I like the mask idea, it's very mysterious, but let's up the ante a bit and make sure the women who go onstage are really motivated to reveal the truth and get some answers. Let's make then come on stage masked, but naked!"

Both girls Suzie's sparkled and I knew Lara had it right, that would rivet the audience, and make the women hotter too. 

Suzanne said "What if we don't get any volunteers to go up on stage?"

I hadn't thought of that. "How many do we need for a thirty minute act? 

Lara giggled. "Well, if we don't get enough applicants from the party, we will have to have some women teed up who have previously agreed to go on stage if we don't get enough volunteers. Maybe Millie can make the Phi Phi pledges do it as an initiation ritual?"

Suzanne said "That's hot! Will Master be the fortune teller?"

"No. I will talk to Millie through a headset, and she will be the mysterious gypsy and tell the fortunes out loud, taking my directions. We can ask lots of questions beforehand via a questionnaire. We could also open it up and maybe some women would be willing to do it to get invites to the party?" 

Lara smiled a wicked smile. "Bingo, Master! We can use our addicted to party Facebook page to take applications, and pick the ones who will stimulate the audience the most. Maybe take some from the regular party invitees, and some from the contest?"

Suzanne smiled "I like it, and I want to talk to Cindy, too. She seems to have a remarkable talent for 'sexing things up' for a party and making the public excited about them!" Then she looked at the clock, and got down on her knees, saying "we have about two hours, Master, how may I serve you?"

Hot dog. I looked at Lara and arched an eyebrow at her. I was rewarded with a wonderful version of her tight little smile, and she began to strip and kneel. Happy days are here again, plus two wonderful bubbling Suzie signals ramping up in amplitude. What did I want? It was time for some stream of consciousness erotic thinking. But I never got the chance. I began kissing Lara, and then Suzanne kissed her too, and then their Suzie signals sort of harmonized and just grabbed my brain. I was just subconsciously doing what made them the hottest, and they were doing the same for me. I spent a long time on one of Lara's breasts while Suzanne obsessed over the other. I couldn't believe how wonderful and responsive it was in my mouth. Her nipple seemed to breathe in and out, swelling and flexing as her Suzie trilled in my head, and Suzanne was just as fascinated with the one on her side. 

I opened up my pants, and my Suzie receiver, and found I just lost myself in my girls and their signals. It was almost as if the three of us were sharing all three bodies together. As soon as I realized Lara liked something, I made it happen, and likewise for Suzanne. I could also tell that almost everything they did to touch and excite each other worked wonderfully for them. Lara took me in her mouth, and Suzanne went down on Lara. Then I entered Lara and Suzanne kissed us both just where I moved in and out of Lara. Permutations and combinations! Lather, rinse, repeat! I was so totally concentrated on their pleasure that I took no notice of my own, and thus never moved toward a climax. I was in the stone zone, hard and willing. Lara came very hard, squeezing me with her magic box and raking my back with her nails, but I felt not even a tickle toward an orgasm of my own. I sensed Lara was in a refractory phase, and got myself into Suzanne by the quickest route possible, her clarion Suzie telling me I had done the right thing for her. Suzanne pushed me onto my back and rode me hard, Lara sat on my face and kissed Suzanne. It seemed so perfect I almost forgot to breathe. 

Lara began to fuck my face the way Suzanne sometimes did, and I liked it just as much. Suzanne had another sneezing orgasm and her pussy clamped down on me so hard it hurt. Baby make it hurt so good. I twisted over and put my cock between Lara's wonderful breasts, sliding in and out of the magical triangular tunnel they made. Suzanne leaned over and stuck her tongue out and licked me as I emerged from the top of Lara's breasts, and it was fascinating to feel and watch. She alternated between licking me and sucking hard on Lara's nipples, and Lara began to groan and to roll her head from side to side. Both girls were breathing like sprinters. 

Suzanne pulled her head up and said "Come on her nipples, Robbie!" The whistling of Lara's breath through her nostrils was my sonic trigger. Suddenly I was around the bend. I did my best to target one nipple and then the other and my ejaculation somehow felt harder, hotter, denser, and somehow more profound. When it landed on Lara's nipples she came hard, and Suzanne said "Oh yeah! Look at that!" and then proceeded to suck it off of Lara's chest. I least I think she did, but I'm not sure, because I passed out. 

When I woke up, I was in the bed under the covers in a third floor bedroom in Spear's party house, and it was already fully dark outside. There was a dim light on nightstand table, and my clothes were hung on a chair nearby. I dressed and made my way out the door and down the staircase, hungry, and still a little wobbly. I saw Suzanne, Lara, and now Millie, all three in jeans and tee shirts up on the newly constructed stage, putting down blue masking tape and conferring with Cindy Nelson and the remodeling contractor. There were about a dozen really nice looking girls on stage in dancing tights and tee shirts holding onto each other's shoulders and high kicking like a chorus line at the Follies Bergere. There were guys with little meters of some kind taking lighting and noise level readings, and another group standing offstage and arguing with each other. As I got closer, I realized that the arguing group included five or six tall women and the musicians from the Goompers, the very talented band that shot the video with the girls and me at the UDP Halloween costume party, and I re-introduced myself.




My Only Talent Ch. 17



The Goompers lead singer did a double take, and said "I didn't recognize you without the leashes, mask, and whip!" and we both laughed. He introduced me to the tall women, who were actually a 'very progressive country' music group called the Chiksee Dix, made up entirely of historically male pre-op transsexuals, appearing on stage as women. This was definitely for the 'keep Austin weird' crowd. They had formed the group as an inside joke, expecting to perform once at amateur night at a gay bar, but it had proved so popular that they got bookings and had actually delayed their surgeries. Their hormone and appearance regimens were well established, so they all appeared to the causal glance to be attractive, tall, and muscular women, but thanks to their always tight outfits, with some fairly obvious bulges in their pants. They said their doctors were now telling them it was well past time to go forward with the surgery, so the 'addicted to' performance was going to be there final pre-op stage appearance. 

My curiosity then raised a few questions that I soon realized I really did not want to know the answers to. They were working with a video crew that was going to make a 'mock-umentary' of their final performance, and also shoot another music video for the Goompers while at the party, and had agreed to provide some footage for Cindy to give to TMZ and perhaps some other outlets. The two groups were going to combine to play for the musical and chorus line finale of the night, played just before dawn signaled the end of the party. The work session wound down, and everyone agreed to reappear for a dress rehearsal Sunday, and we all went our separate ways. 

Saturday morning was spent at the Circuit of the Americas, with Millie, Gretchen, and I following Oiler around the pits while he set up wireless gear and monitors for three different constructors and six different cars. Ivor Greentree became a pitiless and perfectionist taskmaster, sending Oiler scurrying hither and yon with a seemingly endless set of tasks and adjustments. That is if someone almost six feet seven inches tall and weighing two hundred eighty pounds can be said to scurry at all. Both girls got their share of attention from the pit crews, and Millie was taking advantage of the abundant sunshine to wear a micro halter top that seemed to call out especially to Italian mechanics. Her command of Italian slang and some very pointed insults kept most of them at bay, but she did get pinched a few times. Gretchen was wearing a Greentree Racing tee shirt and white slacks, but her six foot three inch stature and amazingly full but athletic figure was drawing a lot of attention, too. One very short but very aggressive and persistent Italian back up driver was completely undeterred by her refusal to respond to his endlessly professed true love for her, until Oiler picked him up by the shirt collar and held him up one handed with his feet dangling almost two feet above the pavement, saying "She is my girl, Paco, so stay away!"

This engendered a chorus of laughs from the rest of his team and the other drivers hanging around, and left him sputtering. I also detected a clarion Suzie call from Gretchen, reveling in the attention and the strong claim Oiler staked on her, and guaranteeing him some hot buttered loving later in the evening if he survived his first day as Ivor's assistant. If this was just time trials, I shuddered to think how demanding Ivor would be during the actual race. Millie and I put in a brief command performance appearance at Sapiento's huge corporate suite high above the track, being introduced to a dizzying succession of European businessmen, two Saudi princes, a member of the British royal family whose exact family relationship status I could not completely discern, and a loquacious old British guy everyone called 'El Supremo'. I didn't get a chance to ask him if he knew Abelard Peters. When Millie responded to some of them in fluent Italian, faces lit up and rapid conversations followed. Gatti (the Fiat MILF) and Brujo Lagoria then joined our group, and when Gatti whispered a few phrases in the ears of some of her women friends I got wondrous gazes from most of them, and one surreptitious pat on the ass.

Millie and I left early to attend another work session for the addicted to party, and afterwards all of us roped Suzanne up to the trapeze in Lara's apartment and whipped and ravished her, penetrating her mercilessly with my cock, all of our fingers and tongues, and a couple of strap on dildos, until she screamed and squirted and sneezed so that she almost passed out. We cut her down and carried her to the shower, where she cried a river of happy tears, loudly proclaimed that she loved us all, and got gently washed and caressed. Then we all sat in Lara's kitchen and ate cereal with milk and fresh strawberries, telling stories of the happenings of the day. I had three bowls, and my stomach still growled. 

Sunday we did not get the chance to go to the track, as we spent all day in party preparation. We had the race on the big plasma screens, and it seemed to go well. I wondered how well Oiler was doing. Cindy Nelson had indeed 'sexed up' my sexual fortune teller act, finding someone to make script changes and suggestions, helping to pick the woman we would have on stage, and had also incorporated all the Phi Phi pledges into the final number chorus number brilliantly. There were no other major surprises, except that the dress rehearsal of the final musical and dance number left me speechless, and very aroused. It was based on a music video I had seen before on an MTV segment about their top 20 hottest music videos, but this live version was immeasurably sexier. I was convinced that anyone who came to this party would never forget it. As we bid adieu to all the other workers, Cindy sat down with Lara, Millie, Suzanne and I and talked a bit about security. 

"We have got to be vigilant about this party. Spear authorized money for a good security detail, and we have only handed the sheriff's badges out personally, and the final batch is not going out until tonight. But I don't think any of us can understand how hot the paparazzi are going to be to get to this party. They are already in an absolute lather about it, and once the teaser segment runs on TMZ in a few minutes, it will only get worse. Can anyone think of any risks we haven't covered?"

I decided there was one. 'Well, it may be nothing, but earlier this week a woman from the Tattler asked me about my relationship with Suzanne."

Suzanne looked funny. "When was this?"

"She approached me on Monday, during our 'fun run' around the lake. I thought she was one of Bob the Knob's group."

Cindy looked thoughtful. "Was her name Tessa Formby?"

"Yes. First she asked me directions around town, and then asked me out for dinner. When I said I had to hit the books, she asked me if I was hitting Suzanne."

Suzanne bristled. "She's not one of Bob's clients! I should have caught that."

Cindy laughed and adopted a British accent remarkably like Tessa's. "Well, no harm, no foul. She is a good actor and a persistent little bitch, and make you no mistake, Master Robbie! She can act sweet as sugar but she would sell her own mother into slavery for a juicy story."

"I had a negative reaction to her, also. I don't think she really liked me, anyway!" I poked Suzanne in the ribs with my elbow.

Cindy continued. "She also known for bribes to tradesman to dish up info on parties and celebrities, and they are often successful."

Lara said "I have an idea," and then whispered in Cindy's ear. Cindy smiled wickedly.

"Perfect. Do it! We'll co-opt that bitch and cut her off at the pass! Okay, final arrangements: we are running our own shuttle bus up from the entrance to the cul-de-sac, which should eliminate most of the camera from a vehicle tricks, but I am worried about those little hidden cameras that are so easy to buy and use these days. We went over Spear's cellular and camera jamming and focus spoofing systems, which had been upgraded for this event and the metal detectors at the only entrance. Then Lara grabbed the remote control for the plasma screen, and brought up the sound, as the TMZ segment began.

The on camera reporter was the comely young Phi Phi ESU alum that had first broken into an on air role with the AG scandal, and she was made up to the nines and smiling widely into the camera. Behind her was the setting for the "Prohibition Ball' that would kick off soon, billed as the 'last pit stop' and the official final celebration of the race week. "Behind me are the elaborate decorations at the Four Seasons for the Prohibition Ball, the final official social event of the first F1 race in the United States in years. Tonight's party will feature princes, dukes, and racing royalty from all over the world, with live jazz and big band dance music, capping what everyone says was a fabulous race on a wonderful new track and a very successful return of formula one racing to the States." 

The camera shifted to a shot from the TV station's tall tower, showing the hotel at a distance and the shimmering sunset city scene around it. The view zoomed out to a distant shot, then out into the hills west of town. "But the real buzz tonight is for a mysterious and unofficial event tomorrow. Called the 'addicted to' after party it is to be held at an undisclosed location and an invitation to this party is literally the talk of the jet set tonight! Many of the glitterati that will fly out late tonight or tomorrow morning in transcontinental private jets would much rather be staying for this 'addicted to' event. Rumors about this party abound, describing it as everything from an ultra chic gathering of intellectuals and thought leaders to an exclusive invitation only sex orgy! But all the rumors agree on one thing -- the party will be addictive, and an invitation to next year's party will be even more desirable than this year!"

"But as usual, TMZ is on the job for you. I can reveal to you now for the first time that TMZ will be bringing you video coverage from the event, and you will not believe some of the people who will be there, and some of the people who will not be there! I can now tell you that at least one of Hollywood's biggest female box office stars will be dancing naked on stage at this event, and I can also tell you that your humble reporter will be too! I will be letting it all hang out, on camera, and on our next TMZ, you will see the video! Who knows who else you might see? Don't miss the next TMZ!" 

The scene then changed to the 'bullpen' area where the TMZ staff is often shown discussing their stories. There were shocked looks all around. 

A blonde surfer looking guy said "Forget about the Hollywood stars. I never believed that our own little ingénue even got naked to take a shower! But appearing naked in public and on video? That is the story of the century no matter what else happens there. How can I get to this party?"

The senior editor said. "Right now, everyone is asking themselves the same question. Plus I really want to know which stars are going to be there! I guess we will just have to wait and see!"

They cut to commercial, and Cindy Nelson drew in a sharp breath, saying "Holy Shit! She's going to do what I asked! This is going to be epic!" 

Millie screamed in surprise. "I can't believe my Phi Phi sister is actually going to do it, but it will sure help her career!"

Suzanne, Lara, Millie and I had to get going for the Prohibition Ball. Suzanne drove us to Lara's place and we changed into the costumes Lara had ordered. I was not too familiar with the cable TV show that seemed to inspire the theme, but had seen a little of it in the TV lounge of the dorm as I walked by. Lara had on a red wig, and was dressed as a character called Gillian, an apparently crazy flapper madam, and Millie and Suzanne were dressed as two of her prime hookers. I was to be a character called Richard, dressed in a black suit, complete with little round glasses and a plastic mask covering half my face. I was soon pressed into service dancing with all three girls, and the band was really good. I also danced with Erminia, with some photographers taking pictures, for what purpose I was not sure. 

There were conversations in at least ten languages around us, and all of the ones I could decipher concerned the 'addicted to' party. I heard that it was in a hidden ballroom in this very hotel, at Willie Nelson's golf course, and at an infamous nudist camp outside of town. I heard that everyone must enter nude, that you had to have a net worth of over $100M to be invited, and that the party was actually being thrown by Scientologists, Devil Worshippers, or both. The girls giggled at all this, able to understand even more of the conversations than I could. 

Soon that 'El Supremo' guy and the mayor took to the stage, and announced a few of the visiting dignitaries. Then he announced that Sapiento and Erminia Gallo were making a $100M donation to found a neurosciences institute at the new medical school, and none other than Dr. Asa Weltschmerz appeared to accept the donation. Lara whispered in my ear, "Sapiento wanted to mention you, but I made Asa promise they wouldn't. I figured you would like to stay under the radar."

I gave her a hug. "Thanks, beautiful. I also want you to stay under the table whenever I ask!" She gave me that wonderful little smile. We danced a few more dances, but skipped the parties at the Bullock museum and at Haven. I was looking for some haven for the rest of the night, and some sleep, as I had two exams on Monday, and more on Tuesday a few hours after the 'addicted to' party ended. Cindy Nelson was off to both late night events, with Millie as her wing woman, plus two other even later parties at private homes, making sure she was plugged into all the gossip. 

Suzanne, Lara, and I went back to Lara's place. Even though I had hit the appetizers pretty hard at the Prohibition Ball, my stomach was growling loudly. The girls promised to fix me a midnight supper if I would focus on them for a while. I could never refuse a lady, especially not two super hot ones. It soon become another of those 'shared body experiences' as I was so tuned into them that I lost track of where my body stopped and theirs began, and feeling their orgasms through our Suzie links became more pleasurable (and more frequent) than having one of my own. But I got a chance to do both, plus lots of hugs and then steak and eggs. Life was good. I walked back to dorm sore but sated, and fell asleep instantly.

Monday I hit early breakfast and tanked up, even though Suzanne and I had agreed not to run, given the hectic day and all night party plans. There was no exam in Rhetoric and Composition, we had a walk from the class, and Ms. Wyrickie was alone in the classroom to help anyone who needed last minute consultation on our term papers. I had already uploaded mine to the class webpage, but I gave Wyrickie a little stolen kiss and a butt pinch and headed for Engineering 101 early. I found an empty classroom and reviewed the units briefly, and when class started, I was ready as I was ever going to be. Lillehammer handed out the exams and it was taken almost verbatim from the UDP test files. I aced it, no problem. I then had the luxury of going to early lunch and eating a full and unhurried meal.

When I sat down, I saw many of the usual faces that frequented early meals. Two very attractive black girls sat down at the other end of my table, talking a mile a minute, and both radiating some very promising Suzie signals my way. I tried to keep my smile a few notches below a leer, and they giggled. The one girl stood and said "I have to go!" and took off, putting her tray in the clean up line and dashing out.

The other girl said "Orinda, wait, where are you..." but then she paused and looked at me funny. It hit me like a ton of bricks: I had heard her Suzie before, in the laundry room last Saturday night. Advantage, Mr. Roberts, and his serve. This might be fun.

"Hello, I'm Robbie Roberts!" I stuck out my hand. 

She just looked at it, but her Suzie swooped and growled. Finally she said "Lizzie. Lizzie Reagan."

"I am pleased to meet you, Lizzie!" I reached out and took her hand, and raised it to my lips, kissing the back of it gently. Her Suzie blared again. I let her stew a moment, trying to detect images on her carrier and access her 'flight data recorder'. No luck so far, but I suspected she had somehow witnessed my session with Lara, and she had not withdrawn her hand, either. The closer view afforded me more details, and I liked what I saw. She was very shapely, and her clothes fit her just perfectly. Her dark brown eyes mostly danced with intelligence, even though they were staring at me dumbfounded right now. 

"Do you live in this dorm?" I asked her.

I counted to three in my head, and then she finally said yes.

"I think I have seen you at early meals before." I waited a beat, and then said "Do you remember seeing me?"

Her eyeballs bounced. "No, I don't think so..." she let it hang. Lizzie was a very poor liar. Her eyes gave her away, even if her Suzie had not telegraphed excitement and suddenly her carrier and her 'black box' (so to speak) was revealed to me. She had seen Lara and me all right, from a few feet away in the laundry room, and she had really, really liked what she saw. I decided to have a little more fun with her. 

"I know this is a busy time of year, and we probably both have busy schedules in general, but perhaps after the break we could spend some time together and get to know each other better?"

She looked doe eyed, and said nothing. Finally, she said "Well. I am pretty busy and I have a boyfriend, and..." she let it hang again. 

"Oh, no pressure at all, Lizzie, and didn't mean to come on too strong. I would be very surprised if a lovely girl like you didn't have several boyfriends. But since both of us live in this same dorm, maybe we could just do laundry together, or something?" I sent a very powerful Suzie image of her up on the washing machine naked, with me kissing her. Sonar Contact!

I took her hand, still in mine, and kissed it again, keeping eye contact all the time. Her eyes got big as saucers. I suppose a fellow has to try to set up a pipeline for next semester, just in case. It's my dating duty, after all.

I went back to the room and found Kevin just beginning another last minute cramming session which would extend until his last exam on Wednesday morning. He would then join his dad and wife number three, currently on good terms, for Thanksgiving in the Bahamas, and Lou was going too. My they were becoming quite a couple, and he had not brought up the two on one scenario with her again. I grabbed my backpack and the materials for my last two exams and went looking for an empty classroom, having to go all the way north of Taylor Hall to find one. I knocked off all my review points and could recreate the old tests and answer keys from memory, and I could work all the problems in the text book chapters assigned, and my answers checked. I was ready, and by then it was almost time for the supper line to open. It was the perfect timing for steak night, and I chowed down enthusiastically, with two desserts for brain food. Fully sated, I planned a two hour nap before showering and heading to Lara's for our final costuming session. 

.....

Tessa Formby was getting desperate for some solid information on this final after party. The TMZ tease segment flaunting their obvious inside access had sent her editor and publisher totally round the bend, and her phone was full of texts and emails demanding some sort of scoop to compete with TMZ. Her usual contacts would only tell her that they had invitations, but were afraid to tell her anything more, fearing they would lose their invites if it came out that they were her source. One of them showed her his sheriff's badge invite, but would only let her take a picture after he obscured the serial number and QR code so it couldn't be traced back to him. She suspected some of the others didn't even have invitations, and didn't want to reveal that fact to her. She had tried bribing folks at the Four Seasons, and the top caterers that might be serving, and the booking agents she knew, with no results. She did discover one magician who pulled out of an appearance at the last minute to take a big gig in Vegas, but that was just an aside, not a real story. Finally, down to her last hope, one of the concierges at the Four Seasons called her back, saying he could put her in touch with a limo driver who knew all about the party. The driver would pick her up at the front of the hotel, and guarantee her a major story, but she would have to leave all cameras and recorders behind, and he would make her prove she had no such devices with her, and would demand several pre-conditions and would still be owed some future favors in return. She agreed, as she really had no other options.




My Only Talent Ch. 17



A big white town car pulled in, and a huge and handsome black man got out of the passenger side front door and held the rear door open for her. She stepped into the passenger rear seat, and he got back in the passenger front. The driver appeared to be a smaller version of the big guy, maybe an older brother or cousin. 

The driver said "Buckle, up, Ms. Formby!" and as soon as she did he took off quickly, plunging into traffic, and circling the block twice via two alleyways, an apartment porte-cochere, and a quick right into parking garage that took them two floors below street level. He pulled into a parking space so tight that none of the car doors could be opened at all, and so dark that she was not sure the car could be seen at all unless someone held an electric hand candle on it deliberately. 

Tessa tried to catch her breath. "I feel very confident we were not followed. Even I couldn't reconstruct where we went!"

"That's the idea!" the driver said. He held up a sheriff's badge party invitation, and said "Do you want to go to this party?"

Tessa laughed, as smarmy repartee was a bit of a specialty for her. "Why, we hardly know each other! But you are attractive in rugged sort of way."

He did not laugh. "Here's the deal. TMZ has the first scoop, and they will be the first to report, but it's not an exclusive. You can attend the party, but you must agree to embargo your report until after dawn, when the party ends. Also, you may take no recorders, cameras, cell phones, or any other electronic devices into the party and that will be true of everyone who attends. We will search you for such devices very thoroughly now, and you will be quarantined in a room from now until the party begins at midnight."

"Wait just a minute! Tessa sputtered. "I want the same deal that TMZ got!"

"Except for the embargo, that's what you have. You must also attend the party naked, and like her you may wear a mask to hide your identify during the party. It's up to you whether or not you want to appear naked in the video, which will be taken by a crew we control. You will get some video and stills from that crew, but they will be different frames and sequences than what TMZ gets. And even when you learn of other famous attendees, there are only three that you can mention in your report. And it's up to you whether or not you want to tell your readers you were naked."

Tessa thought hard. She really had no choice, but maybe she could get something else to use. "Who are those three celebs?"

"You don't get that until after you agree to the deal, and after the party begins. And one other thing: if you report anything untrue or even mildly negative about the party, you will never get anywhere near the next one, and we will carefully feed your competitors all the best stuff."

She didn't see any other way. "OK, I agree. When and where should I show up?"

"You weren't listening carefully. We are going to take you there now, and hold you incommunicado until your embargo expires, but first we are going to check you for devices. Off with those clothes!"

Tessa sputtered again, but they would make no compromise. They turned on all the interior lights in the Town Car, and both men looked eagerly over their front seat perches. She would give them no hint of her embarrassment. When she was stripped to the waist, the driver held out a hand to the huge guy, who handed him a $20 bill. Were they wagering on her? "What was that for?"

The huge man spoke. "Rodney bet me that you would have a really nice rack, and I didn't think so. But he was right, 100% natural and very nice!"

Tessa discovered she was pissed off, but also a little turned on. She was not used to getting intimate complements from two big black American men. Well, actually, one big man and one giant. Suddenly her nipples got really hard.

"Bravo, Ms. Formby, Bravo!" they both said, clapping at her show. She just smiled at them. They waited expectantly, watching her carefully. 

"Did you make any other wagers, gentlemen?"

The driver laughed. "Yes, but you will have to take those panties off to resolve it."

She slowly took off her panties, and the driver apparently won again. "I told you shaved!"

The big man looked at her appreciatively. "Really nice, too!" 

Tessa felt she had won a little victory, but then the driver said, "Turn around beautiful. Some of these new cameras can be easily concealed in body cavities!"

They both touched her thoroughly, and Tessa was flabbergasted, then irritated, and then more than a little turned on. "Nothing there but a fine butt," the big man said.

Tessa was finally getting her bearings, and feeling her oats a little bit. "You guys didn't wager on whether or not you would get hard when I stripped?"

They looked at each other sheepishly, and said "No. We knew that would happen."

Tessa was now in her element, and liking it. She smiled. "Can I see, boys?"

.....

Cindy Nelson was manning the security monitors along with Cisco and Oiler, who were doing final testing on the electronic gear that blocked out cell phones and cameras. They had an iron wall and gate set up across the cul-de-sac and had headed off numerous attempts to jump the wall, and would not let anyone in until midnight, but Rodney and Little Hollywood were due any minute to drop off what Cindy expected to be a totally pissed off Tessa Formby, spitting fire and raising hell. They were so late that she got worried and then finally saw the limo pull through the gate and up to the main and only entrance to be used tonight. Maybe she had overdone it by making sure Tessa would arrive naked and embarrassed, but it was hard to gin up much sympathy for her. Tessa had made Cindy's prior attempts to climb into the party planner limelight holy hell every time she had the chance, and this was payback that Tessa would have to respect, and hopefully remember. 

The limo door opened and Tessa swiveled her hips and rose to a standing position, naked as can be. She held her head high, stuck what Cindy now saw were pretty impressive breasts out, and sauntered in like a runway model, with a smile on her face that surprised Cindy. Rodney and Little Hollywood followed, looking like sheepish schoolboys in her wake. She stopped at the scanner, familiar with them from her air travels, raised her arms above her head, and pirouetted slowly, displaying a pair of erect and quite attractive nipples as she did do. Rodney and Little Hollywood stared at her adoringly, and even Cindy had to admit she looked pretty damn good for approaching forty. 

Tessa saw Cindy and actually smiled more widely, which made Cindy nervous. "Cindy Nelson! I might have known you were behind an event like this in this town, but I had no idea the limo service was so good here! You are an absolute darling for inviting me, and sending these two wonderful young men to pick me up. But, I haven't been formally introduced to these gentlemen!" She batted her eye lashes.

Cindy knew she had to go with the flow, and said "Tessa, this is Rodney Driver and his cousin, Little Hollywood." The two of them were still grinning like schoolboys. "Boys, this is Tessa Formby, ace celebrity reporter for the Tattler!"

Tessa guffawed. "If you are Little Hollywood, how big is Big Hollywood?" 

Little Hollywood looked like he was about to say "Ah, shucks, Ma'am", but Rodney answered for him. "They just call my other cousin Hollywood, but he is 'big time', since he made it to the NFL. It's a family joke."

Tessa turned to Cindy. "I completely understand about the embargo dear, and I admit that I have sort of jumped the gun in the past, so I assume you are going to have these two lovely men keep an eye on me until midnight?" She actually licked her lips, and Cindy laughed.

"Sorry, Tess, but they have to go get their dates and return for the party, but I do have a nice bedroom for you to rest and freshen up in. To be clear, the embargo does not end until dawn breaks over the capitol city, darling!" Giving Tessa a closer look, she saw some flushing and maybe a little bruising here and there. 

Rodney gave Tess a look that would melt butter, and said, "We'll introduce you to our dates, and make sure you get home safe and sound after you file your story, though, Ms. Formby."

Tessa smiled like the cat that already ate one canary and was looking forward to more. "Ever the Texas gentleman, I find that so charming! I am sure my write up will reflect that this was a magical evening for everyone!" One of the Phi Phi pledges working as Cindy's assistants took Tess up to the same bedroom where Robbie had slept, and locked her in, after offering her a selection of sexy leather masks to wear when she was released just after the party began. She chose an electric blue one that she thought would highlight her skin and hair. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she got very wet all over again. This was going to be quite a party, after all. 

Downstairs, all was ready and the clock struck midnight, and they began letting guests in. There was already an impressive queue on the road up to the house; they were all impatient to get inside. The Phi Phi pledge returned, unlocked the door, and led Tessa down the stairs, and she took in the setup of the party house. Tessa had not seen a three story tall waterfall into a hot tub since her last trip to Dubai, when she was a younger woman with another career. Rodney and Little Hollywood were a lot more fun and smelled a lot better than any of the 'clients' she had 'worked with' over there. Tessa found a seat where she could see the goings on, and prepared to use her memory, since she did not have her recorders anymore. 

Cindy whispered in her ear, "The three celebrities that will appear nude are you, the TMZ reporter, and ..."

Before she could finish, Tessa dropped her happy face and interrupted: "You bitch! You tricked me!"

Cindy spoke the final name loudly in Tessa's ear. She stopped talking and did a double take. Cindy continued, "Her husband approves and is here to watch and enjoy. She is going to be doing less public work for the next few years to spend more time with their kids, so this is kind of a farewell appearance for a while, but she wants to leave her public something to think about!"

Tessa's mind raced! This was freakin' huge! Not just a story, but multiple maximum print headlines with her byline. She knew these two superstars often came to Texas between films to go to clubs and listen to music in disguise, and that they were here for the auto race, but this was beyond hot. She also felt genuine respect for Cindy. If she could pull this off, who knew what other shockers might come later? Tessa needed to stay on her good side. 

"That's amazing Cindy! Can you give me some background information? Whose house is this, anyway?"

Cindy smiled. "It belongs to a mysterious billionaire who will be here tonight, but as an anonymous guest. He throws several parties a year here, but this one has really caught the buzz, hasn't it? And although there will be lots of celebs here, some of the most interesting people here tonight may be those you have never heard of before. Don't overlook them, as they may provide some hot story angles." Tessa realized that two of them already had. 

Cindy moved on toward the entrance as the first guests passed through the thick two story tall front doors. Each one stopped and stared, just as planned, at the volume of the space, the giant mural, the stage, the hot tub waterfall, and the pool and the indoor outdoor swim out. The men especially were transfixed by the pool full of naked Phi Phi pledges swimming about and splashing each other. It would take almost an hour for all the guests to filter in and look around to see who else was here. As suggested in the invitation only tweets, most of the women were dressed as 'the sexiest you that you can be' with knockout racy costumes and garish masks that hid their identities. The men were mostly in 'Texas tuxedo' of a tux jacket and blue jeans, which the F1 crowd had taken to like ducks to water. Many had added Stetson hats with or without team logos. 

The huge left side of the house was a giant north facing four story high glass curtain wall, but for tonight's party, it had been covered with a huge expanse of drywall, which served several purposes. On its face, literally, it was a giant mural which looked like a cross between a New Yorker distorted map cartoon and one of those 'Welcome to Austin' post cards. It showed Austin as the center of the universe, Texas as about 75% of the area of the known universe, and few distant points, all of which happened to have either F1 racetracks or the HQ of one of the constructors or major sponsors. The Circuit of the Americas racetrack was prominently featured east of town, as was the university and other landmarks familiar to the race goers, and historical landmarks like the Armadillo World Headquarters and the Vulcan Gas Company. But behind the wooden studs and drywall supporting the mural were a big brute force jamming array which would make getting cell phone calls, Wi-Fi, or any other kind of wireless transmissions in and out of the party practically impossible; powerful infrared and ultrasonic sources that would confound at least 98% of the autofocus systems on cell phone and other digital cameras; and a huge set of advanced video cameras pre-focused and hidden by the features of the mural that would take footage of the stage, dance floor, and party areas. All of the rest of the wall space inside the house was covered with posters and graphics that were half F1 racing themes and half Austin and Texas themes. There was a temporary metal interior wall to the right, completely blocking access to the study and elevators that led to the sub basements and the tunnels to the other house we had found during the Halloween party. 

Each of us had a few 'discretionary' invitations in addition to those purely crafted to create buzz and stories after the party. Mille had invited her Phi Phi pledges to do their nudie duty, and several other friends, including Dana Duke, the hottest golfer I knew. Mei Ling came with Cisco, who I had invited, along with Oiler and Gretchen, Kevin and Lou, and Abelard Peters, and Ivor Greentree. They were all very excited to get the invitations, although Abelard and Ivor did not know exactly how they got them. I decided not to push the issue with Peggy. I also had to decide who to greet as Master and who to keep in the dark about my 'secret identity'. 

Directly in front of the entrance was an area set up like a reception line, with a "clothing check' counter manned by more naked Phi Phi girls in electric blue face masks, where people could leave their clothes and shoes and enjoy the hot tub and pool unencumbered. About half of the guests so far were doing so, the women keeping their masks on, and the men donning little black 'Lone Ranger' face style masks handed out at the clothing check counter. When almost all the guests except those that were trying to be more than stylishly late had arrived, Cindy took to the stage in a stunning French Maid costume that left little to the imagination, save her face covered by another electric blue mask. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the 'addicted to' after party! We will have several stage acts, several sets of music for dancing, and a finale' that will leave you wanting more, and hoping to get invited next year! The crowd cheered lustily. "First, a music video by one of the bands that will play live a little later, and will soon be known all over the world. I give you The Goompers!"

A big silver screen rolled down like a curtain behind the lectern where Cindy had been standing, and the Goompers video that had been shot at the UDP Halloween party began to play, with the audio booming from some amazing speaker arrays. Soon almost everyone in the audience was tapping their feet and enjoying the video. I found it strange to see myself larger than life on the silver screen, but was even more impressed with how my three girls looked. There was a good deal of conversation about the video, and when it ended, the girls and I made our entrance down the long stairway opposite the hot tub waterfall, to much muttering both of the audible and the Suzie varieties. I had decided to try to remain the strong silent type to protect my secret identify, and I was getting to be really good with twirling that cape. 

Suzanne made an introduction to the next act, the Chiksee Dix, and there was a rabid reaction from the audience. The band's costumes were highly arresting if not frankly disconcerting. They were keeping it weird indeed. They had on plum purple bikinis like Lou had worn to the lake, except with nipple cutouts and transparent plastic dick pouches, which I guess would soon be no longer needed. I shivered at the thought. But the music was strangely beguiling, and they got a standing ovation, so to speak. Then the Goompers came out and did a live set while the audience danced, hit the food and drink area, or splashed from pool to pool. We sat in some tall director's chairs on the darkened stage, waiting for the music to end and our 'sexual fortune teller' act to begin. 

Cindy Nelson had indeed loved the idea for the fortune teller bit, and she had certainly found some ways to improve it. She put Millie together with a screen writer from the ESU theatre arts program, who interviewed Millie like a 'method actor' to 'discover her motivation'. What she learned blew her away, and somehow she tapped into Millie's own little personal journey and sexual awakening, and then wrote it up like an improvisational stage play with a riveting introduction that was guaranteed to get the audience's attention. I read the schematic script and thought it was killer, but the dress rehearsal with stand in women had affected me even more strongly. Now, with a huge and excited audience listening in hushed anticipation and the real and motivated women in attendance, I knew something special was about to happen, and I hoped my Suzie senses and intuition would prove to be up to the task.

Suzanne, at first seemingly alone on stage brightly spotlighted in that incredible red leather outfit and mask, sitting up high in a tall black leather director's chair, reached out and grabbed the audience with her commanding stage voice, with a little added throaty inflection. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we now come to a special part of our evening together. This is an intimate gathering, in a very special and intimate setting, and we are about to pull back the curtains on a very intimate subject: true and lasting love and sexual satisfaction. We will pull no punches in our hard hitting search for the truth, and the brave women you will see on our stage tonight will reveal their most secret desires, as our mystical Gypsy Sexual Fortune Teller helps them find their true sexual needs and the way to find true fulfillment."

There was not a whisper anywhere. She had them from "Ladies and Gentlemen." 

"The stories you will hear tonight are the true stories of real women. Their faces and identities will be concealed, but nothing else will be, as you will soon see! But first, let me introduce Madam Mons Veneris, the sexual soothsayer!" Another spotlight suddenly fell on Millie, seated on another tall leather director's chair in her glinting and sparkling all metal fuck toy costume and grey leather hood, complete with silver and gold nipple clips shining and reflecting in the lights, and the gold and silver rings around her pussy and anus clearly showing her starkly exposed body. There was a massed intake of breath from the audience. "Although she is blindfolded by her leather hood, her mystic talents will let her see right into the heart and soul of each brave woman that will appear before us!"

Suzanne uncrossed and re-crossed her legs casually, but instantly I realized that the little zipper covers in her costume's leather bikini bottom had been removed, and so did everyone else in the audience. I could feel her lusty and excited Suzie signal as her exhibitionistic streak got out, and I wanted to reach out and touch her right now. She continued "Everyone here has heard the old saying about a man 'thinking with his dick', haven't you?" There was nervous laughter. "In fact, some of you men just did, didn't you?"




My Only Talent Ch. 17



"Women like to romanticize it by saying 'the heart wants what the heart wants' but let's make things crystal clear, shall we? Sometimes it's more correct to say that 'the pussy wants what the pussy wants, and that is not always the same thing that the heart wants, or what we think we should want, is it, girls?"

The silence was even more profound. The elephant was in the room.

"So as you hear these women tell their stories, and discover their real desires, ask yourself if you would have the courage to confront the truth the way they are doing. See if you could make your heart so open and your desires so known to your friends and lovers, and thus perhaps find a way to your own true happiness and fulfillment. Madam Mons?" 

Millie stood and spoke in a commanding voice of her own, with every eye in the room riveted to her. "I have had my own awakening, and discovered what were at first some very disturbing things about me and my needs. But the reason that they were so disturbing is because they were wildly exciting and I was falsely denying them! And now that I have learned and accepted my true needs and desires, I am free to enjoy that excitement fully and without guilt. I have been fortunate to find close friends and lovers that have seen me revealed, with all my kinks and secrets, and have shown me true love and acceptance. For that, I must acknowledge my trainer and Master!"

A third spotlight fell on me, seated previously unnoticed between the two of them, in my black leather outfit complete with shoulder pads, big black mask and cape. I sat up straight like my mother always taught me, and tugged on Millie's and Suzanne's leashes and nipple chains, graphically showing the audience our relationship. I heard gasps and whispers from the crowd. Then another spotlight fell on Lara, in her white leather sex suit, and I tugged on her leash, too. Another set of envious groans came from the crowd, and a symphony of massed Suzie signals crashed into me from the audience. I lost my breath for a moment when I realized I was hearing not only the female signals, but the males, too. My now almost perfect links with Lara, Suzanne, and Millie had not only developed my sensitivity and ability to read other female signals, but the signals from males as well. I was quite frankly frightened and suddenly starving again. There were no pockets in this costume to hide those little sugar envelopes.

Millie continued "My Master will not speak, but he will be using his power to help me penetrate the clouds and obfuscations that these women have been using to deceive themselves and others. Together Master and I will see their true needs and desires, and I will channel them, and make them known to these women, and to you. We respect them for being willing to take a risk to know the truth, and we will do our best to help them! And they also know that if they try to deceive us or themselves again, Master will know it instantly!"

Recognizing my cue, I stood, and Millie, using her leash as a guideline, rose and walked over to me. She turned to the crowd, saying "And now I show you my fealty and surrender to My Master, as only through complete submission to my true nature did I find complete freedom and true satisfaction!" She kneeled before me, looked around at the audience, and then repeated the ritual she had performed at the UDP party, taking my big silver metal codpiece into her mouth until it was completely down her throat. The lights dimmed, and the strobe at the end of my cock cover flashed, beaming pink and deep red through her throat and neck, bathing the stage in that eerie, almost fluoroscopic glow, and taking the crowd's breath away one more time. My new sensitivity to male signals now revealed a lot of envy. 

The reaction was much stronger than at the other party. This was a much larger and more stimulated crowd that had arrived already expecting an atmosphere somewhere between Carnival in Rio and an all out orgy. The sudden cacophony of Suzie signals threatened to give me vertigo, and my light headedness was not helped by the fact that I suddenly had an instant erection, almost painful against the restricting metal cock piece. I heard some kind of signal from each person in the crowd, loud and clear, and was glad I did not have to speak in this bit, except privately to Millie. I was now worried about being able to selectively listen the individual women on stage, by shutting out the incredibly loud Suzie signals from the crowd.

When they regained their wind, the crowd muttered excitedly, only to be silenced again as the first woman volunteer climbed up the steps to the stage. She was tall, very shapely, and stark naked, obviously a natural blonde, with a white leather hood on that had small cutouts for her mouth, nose and eyes, and the hood also concealed a small wireless microphone, adjusted for a narrow frequency notch in our jamming profile, so her every utterance would be clear to the crowd. Following the stage ritual, she walked up and kneeled between Millie and me, saying "I submit myself as a candidate for examination and beseech you to help me find the truth about myself!"

Millie went through Cisco's research notes on this woman, and our prepared script of basic questions, while I tried to tune into the candidate's Suzie signal. 

"How old are you?"

"Thirty"

"Are you married?"

"Twice divorced"

"Why?"

"The first one cheated on me and the second one because I cheated on him, and then he punched me." A big sigh escaped her lips, made to sound even bigger by the microphone and amplification. The audience was dead silent, and seemingly spellbound. 

"Did you love them?"

She drew in a sharp breath. "Yes, or at least I was convinced that I did."

"Did they satisfy you sexually?"

She sobbed a little. "Occasionally they did, but not very often."

"What did you want that they did not give you?"

A long silence, then "I'm not sure I know."

I tugged Millie's chain, sharply and in such a way that the audience could not fail to notice. Millie said "Yes you do! Tell me."

Another long and shuddering sigh escaped her lips. Suddenly I was connected to her Suzie. I tapped into her Suzie 'sexual event recorder' signals and reviewed her history. Her two husbands had been fairly conventional lovers, the first one wanting only missionary position sex under the covers. When he wanted something a little more exotic, he apparently took a mistress, never hinting to his wife what he had in mind. Her second husband was roughly the same, only when he grew bored with her sexually he simply withdrew, but remained faithful to her. When she took another lover, he felt betrayed and struck out at her, literally and figuratively. It had been a nasty divorce. 

Finally she said, "I wanted more!" almost shouting. "I wanted....." and then she sighed again. Her Suzie carrier came up strongly and it was modulated with images of her and a woman and man, twisting and turning together. First they both kissed the man, and then his cock, and then she kissed the woman's breasts while the man penetrated her, and then they switched positions, and then another variation appeared, and another. I spoke to Millie sotto voce through our headsets, telling her she wanted a man and a woman at the same time.

"Tell me what you wanted!"

She literally covered her mouth with her hands, as if to pantomime that she could not speak it aloud. "I can't...."

Millie spoke again. "Did you ever tell your either of your two husbands what you wanted?"

"Oh, no, never! They would have thought I was sick and perverted, they would never have considered...." she stopped and sobbed piteously. 

Millie said loudly "You wanted a woman and a man at the same time, didn't you?"

The woman sobbed. Millie went on, "You wanted to kiss a woman and a man, you wanted to go down on a woman and man, you wanted to kiss them while they fucked each other, and have her kiss you while he fucked you, and you wanted..."

"Yes!" the woman screamed. "I wanted what I could never have, is that what you want me to say?"

Millie paused. "What about it, men in our audience? If you were seriously dating this lovely young woman and she had come to you, and said something like 'I fancy you just fine but I would also like to bring another young lady to bed with us occasionally' would you have considered it?"

One of the young guys in the front row, who if my remembrance of some of the magazine articles was correct was one of the top ten Formula One drivers in the world shouted "Too right! I would have married her straight away!" There were several enthusiastic male shouts of agreement. He continued, "And I'll wager we would still be married, too!"

The woman sobbed again. Millie spoke softly "You are very attractive, my dear, certainly to most of the men in the audience, and to many of the woman too, myself included! Come here!"

The woman shuffled over and Millie hugged her, and then kissed her sweetly, but not in a completely chaste manner. "Will you promise to tell the next man or woman you fancy what you really want?"

"Yes", she sniffed.

"And will you always remember that the being honest about your desires, whatever they are, always works better than keeping them hidden? Show the audience you will keep your promise by submitting to the Master as you saw me do!"

Whoa. That was a total ad-lib on Millie's part. But I had a duty I supposed, so I got up out of my chair and stood tall, thrusting my hips forward. The woman kneeled in front of me, and looked me right in the eyes. I took her head in both hands and smiled at her, although given my mask I'm not sure she saw it. When she took my silver cock cover in her mouth she did it with such verve and depth and enthusiasm that I almost forget to switch on the strobe light. Her Suzie signal blasted like a firecracker going off inside my head. I let the strobe run a little too long, fascinated with her signal and the way she was grabbing my butt cheeks with both hands. When she stood up, the audience cheered loudly and lustily. She raised her arms in a victory salute, showcasing her rock hard nipples, and stepped back toward her seat. 

The next woman took the stage slowly. She was also petite, with fair skin and honey blonde hair, and also wearing a white leather hood with slits for her eyes, and already naked. I tuned into her Suzie signals. What a shock. She had a clear and easily perceived carrier, modulated with unmistakable images of her whipping men, insulting and humiliating them, using her stiletto heels to punish them, then forcing them to kiss her high heels, teasing them by making them kneel to kiss her pussy, and teasing them for hours before finally giving them a quick hand job and then walking away disdainfully. Cisco had pulled all her browser history, and she visited many websites that portrayed such domination scenes, including those that depicted the woman donning a strap on dildo and penetrating a restrained man very forcefully. 

Millie began her questioning. "How old are you?"

"Forty. I have also been married and divorced twice."

"Were you sexually satisfied in those marriages?"

"No. My husbands were, but I was not!"

"Did you tell them what you wanted that you were not getting?"

"No."

"Did you know what you wanted?"

"Yes, but I was certain they would never agree!"

"What was it?"

She drew in a long and halting breath, and the audience was completely still for a moment. Then she said loudly, "I wanted to dominate them, humiliate them, make them worship me, and serve me!"

I dramatically shook and pulled on Millie's leash while whispering to her through our headsets, and Mille said, "You are not telling me everything, are you?"

The woman drew in another huge breath. "I also wanted to put on a strap on and fuck them in the ass!"

The audience mostly reacted with shock, especially the men, but two women were heard to say "God yes!" perhaps not realizing they had spoken aloud, and I heard three male signals pinging away excitedly, in addition to the several females. I spoke to Millie again, and she continued.

"This is not totally unheard of, my dear. First, Master warns me that you should never go to 'hook up' web sites for this sort of thing. It is too risky physically, and the people you meet will not be candidates for any kind of stable relationship, which you also want, yes?"

She cried, "Yes, but I now realize that I can never have that!" and then she blubbered some more.

"Nonsense!" Millie yelled at her. She paused as I spoke to her again through our headsets. "There are in fact at least three males in this select audience who are physically fit and accomplished professionals who are highly attracted to you and would willingly submit to you on a long term basis. You must learn to look for the signs of this sort of desire in males, and give them the idea that you want what they want, too. They are out there, my dear, and you can have them on your terms if you study and look hard enough."

Millie paused, and then said, "And I am going to tell you how! The next time a man asks you out on a date, wear a long dress and black high heels, and be charming and sexy and excited as though you already knew he was the man who wanted to give you what you really want from him. Then when he takes you home, ask if he wants to kiss you good night. If he says yes, invite him just inside your door, where you will have set up a little chair or footstool. Pull up your skirt and put one high heel up on the stool, and look at him challengingly. If he looks worried and leaves, he will only think you a little strange. But if he swoons and dives to kiss your boot, then you've caught a live one, haven't you?"

The woman's breath resonated through the microphone in her leather hood, and resounded through the speakers. Several women in the audience groaned, and the woman said "I can hardly wait for my next date!"

A male voice in the audience said, "How about tonight?" and everyone laughed. I heard a beacon male signaling for female Suzie signal directed at the woman on stage, and I also thought I recognized the male voice!

There was a lot of conversation as the next woman came up the stairs to the stage, and there was a line of women forming at the base of the steps who wanted to go on next. Our Phi Phi 'usherettes' were having some trouble keeping order. The next subject was very tall, not as tall as Gretchen, but clearly over six feet. She had long dark hair up in a braid, a very full figure, and as she mounted the steps I could see she that her pubic hair was shaved clean. She had a white leather hood, and she stood tall and proud with her legs a little wider apart than her shoulders and her arms akimbo. The audience got quiet and listened intently, as Millie began her questions.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty three, and never married, and only occasionally have I achieved any satisfaction. I am the reverse of the previous woman. I want to be controlled, dominated, taken, and used, but only in the bedroom. I want a relationship with an equal in every other way!"

She had obviously been listening, and anticipating, and wanted to make as much progress as she could in the time she had. Smart girl. I shook Millie's leash dramatically and spoke in her earpiece. She looked at me haltingly, pausing for the audiences' benefit.

"Master likes you. You are the kind of girl that is perfect for a man like him. You should think of yourself as the ideal woman for many men: A perfect lady in public; a perfect slut in private and fully worthy of his fidelity and honesty. He regrets that his dance card is full, or he would take you on himself!

The woman sobbed and fell to her knees, reaching at my boot. She slipped something inside, and then stood back up.

"Master says you must learn to recognize real strength in men. Not show-offs or bullies, or braggarts, but those with calm, quiet strength. If you are attracted to a man for all his qualities outside the bedroom, especially his being honest and forthright with you, and then he asks you openly and honestly to completely give yourself to him sexually, you will know you have found the man for you. Master says that will be a very lucky man. You may now kneel again and acknowledge your debt to the Master!"

She sprang forward as I stood, and literally quivered as she knelt before me. Her Suzie signal flamed loud and clear, and her arms quivered as she grabbed me behind the knees and took my cock piece in her mouth. I hesitated before turning on the strobe and spoke to Millie again, and she relayed my words to the audience.

"This is a message to all the men in the audience. There are many women like this one who are looking for a strong man to make them happy. You cannot find them if you are not strong, kind, calm, and honest. You must act that way toward every woman you meet, because she might be the one that will give herself, her everything, to you. When you are confident that she should respect you, and you know you want her, ask her to give you everything you want sexually. Tell her she must give you everything you ask, and let you take her any way you desire. And then demand one more thing: that she tell you everything she wants. All her fantasies, just as you must tell her all of yours. And then you work to make it happen for her, and be grateful for everyday that you have with her!"

I turned on the strobe and grabbed the woman's head, pushing myself even further into her mouth. Her Suzie soared, and the signals from the audience became almost overwhelming. She finally got up and turned, walking back down the stairs. Several men called out to her, asking to meet her. 

Now there really was a pushing match between several women at the base of the stairs. Cindy sprang into action, with some help from Little Hollywood, and got things under control. Our final female subject walked up the steps. She was of medium height, and had a medium but attractive figure, but with bright coppery red hair and a nicely trimmed bush that matched it perfectly.

She began, as the first one had, by saying "I submit myself as a candidate for examination and beseech you to help me find the truth about myself!"

Millie went through her script. The woman had never married at 35, was at the peak of her natural desires, but very unfulfilled. Millie finally said "Tell me what you really want that you have never had!"

The woman sobbed, then began, "I want to have people see me have sex, to be naked and exposed, to have them know it is me and be shocked by how brazen and slutty I am. That gets me so excited! All the halfway decent sex I have had was when I imagined that people were watching me."

Millie paused and then said, "Do you want to be a stripper, then, on stage, or a porn star, perhaps?"

She paused. "Not really. If it is all strangers watching, it isn't really that exciting to me. I want it to be people who know me, know who I am. That's really risky, but maybe that's why it is so exciting. 

"Do you want to have sex with lots of men?"

"Not really. I think it would be best to have one man, a trusted husband, to have sex with, but to know that other people are close by watching me have sex with him. In my fantasies he sees me exposing myself to other men, and that gets him very excited, too!"

I tugged on Millie's chain pointedly, and spoke in her earpiece again. She paused, did a double take, and then turned back toward the woman on stage. "You are editing your desires for our consumption, my dear. You are telling us what you think you should want us to hear, instead of what you really want, aren't you?"

She sobbed and almost fell down. "But I can't actually, I mean it is too wicked, I don't want to tell..." and then she was racked with sobs. 

Cisco had scanned her porno browser history, too. It was mostly based on search terms like "hot wife" and "cuckold". She seemed to favor the more conventional 'husband gets really turned on by seeing his slutty wife with other men, and then they have hot sex afterwards' kind of stuff, rather than the 'husband is a feminized sissy who just watches' variety. Either way it was a pretty sticky wicket to play out on the long term relationship pitch. 




My Only Talent Ch. 17



When I was researching Lara's needs, I ran into a lot of academic discussion of this stuff. Like Suzanne and I had talked about, back when we were all animals on the savannah, trying to get as many of our genes into the next generation as possible, females might mate with many males in a night. From a purely sperm competition basis, and from the view point of an individual male, when you saw a female in season, you should mount her. If you saw another male mounting her, you should mount her right after him and try to displace his sperm with yours. So the theory went that the males that could be 'ready to go' right after another male were the ones that succeeded in impregnated more females, and in the next generation there were more males with that trait, and suddenly being excited about 'sloppy seconds' became a survival trait that was selected for in each successive generation. From an overall species viewpoint, many more offspring were produced in this way than the older scenario wherein one male killed off most of other males and then sired all the offspring. So eventually, through these two mechanisms, promiscuity became more common. This apparently was the way things were thought to have been in caveman days, and it stayed that way until the advent of agriculture changed the equations a bit. Since that change was just a few seconds ago on an evolutionary time scale, many males and females still had some of those 'sloppy seconds' trigger mechanisms in place, and some of them became very powerfully aroused by them, whether they thought it logical or moral or not. 

Millie laughed, but kindly. "There is a big phallic symbol on campus with an inscription that says '"Ye shall know the Truth and the Truth shall make you free'. Tell us the truth and free yourself and your desires!"

The woman on stage screamed as if in childbirth. "I want my husband to watch me being fucked by other men! I want him to get so turned on that he has to fuck me too, right after them. Thinking about it gets me so turned on that I can't help myself! I fantasize about it all the time! I am evil and no man will have me! I am so ashamed!" She screamed and sobbed again. Her Suzie carrier was replete with such scenes, but in each there was a man standing and watching her exploits, and then he would take her strongly, and they would huddle together and sleep of the rest of the night. 

A voice with an unusual accent called out a seemingly involuntary cry of "Mother of God!" and then was silent. I felt a sharp male Suzie signal, like a rapier directed at the stage, signaling fulminating arousal and excitement focused on this woman. I spoke to Millie through the mouthpiece, and she repeated almost word for word.

"Do not despair, sister. You are not alone in your desires, and there are some men out there who want exactly what you do, and are just as strongly excited by it as you are. Finding them will not be easy, but it can be done. Come and submit to the Master for a moment, and imagine that your special man is watching!"

She fell to her knees and desperately swallowed my cock piece, grabbing the top of my boots with both hands and anchoring herself to me. When I turned on the strobe her heartbeat raced in synchrony with its pulses, and her Suzie signal was so strong it almost knocked me out. Like Mrs. Douglass had tried to teach me just a few months ago, there are some things that only a few women want, but they desperately need and want those things.

Then it seemed a dozen girls fought to be the next on stage, and there was some pushing and shoving in the ranks. But that was all the time we had available, and all the subjects we had planned for. Millie teased it shamelessly. "That's all the time we have, this year. But next year we will do this again, and maybe help a few more women to find peace and satisfaction. Now, we will have a long set of songs for your dancing pleasure, and then our musical finale, which you don't want to miss one second of, believe me!"

DJ DeeRay, apparently the current hot craze spinner of the club set, took the stage and began to play a mix of Techo-pop, Electronika, Rap, Big Band, and other stuff I could not describe or categorize, but it all had a pounding dance beat, and people took to the dance floor in droves. Cindy Nelson and the girls had even scripted this, and we were all assigned to go out and dance with other invitees and not each other, so we could gather the latest gossip and gauge the reactions to the party so far. I was not prepared for the number of women, and a few men, who were desperate for a dance with the Master, but Cindy was. She had actually set up a little table, and had the hopefuls queued up, and a no cut in policy in place.

The first in line was none other than Marie Oroterrassier! The first song was a slow dance, and she plastered herself to me, grabbing my hips and pulling me into her. She clearly did not know who I really was, and her silent Suzie totally belied her frantic actions. "I want you to punish me, Master, make me you slave!" she said.

"Did you watch the other women that were just on stage?" I asked her.

"Yes. It was very exciting!"

"But then you must realize that I know you are lying to me! What do you really want?"

She was taken aback, apparently not used to being confronted, and fell silent. I felt Suzie signals from people all around me, conveying varying levels of arousal and carrying many scenes, almost in the background noise but still clearly discernible to me. I realized that my Suzie receiving capabilities had jumped to still another, even more advanced level indeed. My stomach growled. Marie's Suzie stayed completely silent, betraying no desire for anyone at all, much less me. Was she so caught up in playing games and manipulating people that she had no real desires of her own at all? I didn't detect anything. The first dance ended with no further revelations, and I felt a chill, and looked forward to another dance partner.

The next up was our old acquaintance Penelope Peters Perabo, dressed in what was clearly her knockoff version of Millie's metal fuck toy get up. She pulled it off surprisingly well for being 50 plus, her body still tight and tanned, and the parts hidden by her bathing suit providing lovely highlights under the metal pieces. "You haven't called me for our lunch, Robbie!" So much for my secret identity! "I would hate to have to talk to the tabloids about all this!" I tuned into her Suzie, and heard a fog of extraneous signals. She was gaming me, figuring to manipulate me with threats and extortion rather than being honest with me. Testing my new capabilities, I tried to drill down through the noise and discover her real needs. I finally found a carrier signal, somewhat suppressed, that showed her restrained, on display and totally helpless, unable to move, while I teased and taunted her, then penetrated her forcefully. 

"Penelope, you should know you can't deceive or manipulate me! I told you in my email I was very busy for the rest of this semester. Perhaps we can get together later after New Year's. You are a lovely women but I respond best to honesty. Perhaps sometime when you are tied up, I can learn more about you?"

She spoke quickly. "You mean when I am not tied up don't you?"

"No. When you are ready to be honest with me, we will talk further." Her Suzie slowly ramped up, as she realized that I must somehow know what she really wanted. I was not even sure she had really admitted it to herself yet. Was she another one in my future pipeline, perhaps?

The third dance partner was someone I did not recognize at all when she slipped into my arms for another slow dance, and old tune about a 'Mean Mistreater' sampled and then rapped. But when she spoke I was thunderstruck! I recognized her voice instantly. It was the actress who played a hot but harried mom in her thirties with two kids and a wacky hubby on a sitcom that my family had often watched on TV when I was about twelve. I had imprinted on her like a young duckling, and even though she was prim and proper on the show, I used to beat off incessantly to thoughts of her in my bed. She had been on a game show for a while and I guess she was considered a 'B List' celebrity now, but she was on my A list for hot and always would be. Dancing against her got me hard in an instant, but my cock piece provided a shield from instant attention. "I love your outfit, Master!" she began, giggling. There was a Suzie blast from her, and I instantly knew that the shy suburban housewife character had not been typecasting. "What would you command me to do?"

The thought came instantly to mind. Would she do it? "First, I want you to kiss me!" She did, and wonderfully. "Do you know who Cindy Nelson is?"

"Yes. She talked to my agent, who got me invited to this party."

"I want you to go find Cindy and tell her you want to appear in the final number. You will have to hurry to get into makeup in time!"

Her Suzie blasted even stronger. "I already turned them down, I...."

"I want you to do it for me! I would love to see you up there!" She kissed me again and then ran to find Cindy.

I danced with a few other girls, none as memorable as the first three, and then Cindy announced a 30 minute break before the final musical number. My stomach growling, I headed for the appetizers. I saw the camera crews setting up hand held cameras near the stage, with Tess and the TMZ reported on them like ducks on June bug, telling what kind of shots they wanted and that they wanted them immediately. I guess it really was a hot story. They convinced the crew to shoot a teaser segment for each of them with empty stage as a backdrop, and began their spiels as I passed on the way to the calories. 

I was midway through my second plateful before I looked around to see who else was there. I recognized Ivor Greentree, and saw Spear Overtop, dressed as a monk, or some such. I went over to Ivor and spoke, disguising my voice, I hoped. "Hello Ivor"

He looked at me funny. "Do I know you?"

"No. But I hear you like our fair city, especially the girl watching?"

"Aye, you got that right. Bloody fabulous!"

"Well, don't miss a second of the final stage number then. There are a few lovelies in the chorus line that are not to be believed!"

"Like who?"

"Well, did you see the little short girl and big tall girl at the track that all the Italians went crazy for?"

"You mean Gretchen and her friend?"

"I don't know their names." I hoped my voice was sufficiently unrecognizable. "But they will both be in the chorus line in the final number, high kicking in the nude! Along with Julie Angel, the movie star, and two reporters from TMZ and the Tattler, and the woman who led Bob the Knob's running group, plus a few more surprises!"

Ivor looked stage struck for a moment, then said "Mother of God!" I knew I recognized that voice. He grabbed the shoulder pads of my costume, saying "Can you do something for me, but keep it confidential? Can you introduce me to that last coppertop hellion that talked to you on stage?" 

"Do you find her attractive, Ivor?"

"God, Yes. I am the man she is looking for, but don't tell anyone but her!"

"Well, speaking of confidentiality, we made some promises to those women before they agreed to go on stage. But I might be able to arrange for you to meet her without violating those promises, but I can't specifically introduce you. Will you be completely honest with her?"

"Yes! I am begging you, I have to meet her! Anything you can do!"

I had an idea, but I would have to think it through. I loaded up my third plate, and Spear approached me. "Can I have a word?"

"Of course you can, my fine and anonymous Monk! What can I do for you?"

"I want to meet that second woman on stage, the little honey blond budding Dominatrix!" Wow. I never intended to run a dating service.

"Well, we made some confidentiality promises to her, but maybe I can arrange for you to meet her in some context. Give me some time to work on it?"

"Just don't take too long. I am already heartsick for her. I want to be that next man she asks to kiss her goodnight!"

I suppose for every woman there is a least one man out there, and vice versa. I would let my right brain work on things for a while. I polished off my plate, eschewing more water because I couldn't take my cock piece off by myself, and headed back toward the stage. I suppose I shouldn't have looked at the waterfall on the way, because now I really wanted to pee. Suzanne appeared at my side, and put her hands on one of the big holes at the back of my leather pants, caressing my butt cheek. I loved it. I loved her. She had taken her mask off, and was all made up in the garish fashion demanded by the final stage number, but had a hoodie tracksuit on to stay hidden until then.

"Hello Master!" she said seductively. "All this talk of fantasies and sexual honesty got me to thinking!" She stuck her tongue up on her top teeth and leered at me. Suzie signal talents or not, that one little gesture always got me hot as hell, like I was a trained seal that wanted a fish. 

"Since I love you, I am always trying to anticipate your wants and needs, just as I am sure you are doing for me, right?" This is another one of those things I am always loathe to agree to in advance. 

She leaned up to me and whispered in my ear. "I think by now you may need to take a piss. If I help you with your costume, can I watch?" I knew there was a reason that I loved this woman. We found a little individual bathroom, and locked the door behind us. She squatted rather than kneeled, and gently detached my silver and gold cock cover, keeping her tongue up against her top teeth. At first I was afraid that I might not be able to pee because I was too excited, but he pressure was building and I was able to let go a respectable stream.

"That is so nasty!" she said. "I like it! I need to be careful of my make up Robbie, so I can only use my tongue and not my lips tonight, I hope that's okay?"

As soon as the last drop escaped I started to get hard again. She leaned over and licked the very end of my cock, never touching it with her lips, and never taking her eyes off of mine. How could she be any hotter? I had to restrain myself from grabbing the back of her head and forcing myself down her throat. I sent her a blast of the image, and she gulped. 

"Hold that thought?" she said. You know it, beautiful. Anything you ask. "Oh, Robbie. I am going to be the most excited girl on stage, thanks to you. And I am going to enjoy every minute of it!" 

We made our way back to the stage and found our marks. It was crowded with both bands, with the lead singers from the Goompers and the Chiksee Dix out front, then the big chorus line, and then me behind the line. The line had been trained, stretched, and coached by three former feature performances from the SWTSU Strutpack, and was composed of the Phi Phi alum TMZ reporter and some Phi Phi pledges, Tessa Formby, Suzanne, Millie, Lara, Gretchen, and Julie Angel, the number one female box office attraction for the last five years, and my personal favorite actress and star of my teenage stroke sessions. My role was to dance around behind the line and give the dancers a few photogenic lashes with my whip, and occasionally trigger the strobe light in my cock piece. The music started with an up tempo drum solo, and the beat seemed to kick start my Suzie receiver, and suddenly I was tuned into the chorus line. They were individually and collectively into the party, the music, the dance, and a little exhibitionism. 

As the bass guitar line began to pound, the curtain rose and the stage lights went up, and the girls began to dance to the beat. The song had originally been called 'Addicted to Love" and we had modified it to be 'Addicted to Austin' and added a dozen verses. All of the dancers were in the same almost clown white face paint, with hugely exaggerated eye makeup, bright red lipstick, and short dark hair. Their makeup was so garish and identical that it made it almost completely impossible to recognize an individual woman, especially as the lighting primarily came from low and to the side. They all wore identical black dresses, which I knew were flimsy rags with hook and ring fasteners that would soon be discarded. The words to each verse were up in Karaoke style on two video screens, and the audience was urged to sing along. Our chorus line was a lot more active than the models in the original video, and when they tossed off part of their costumes, revealing their right shoulders and breasts at the end of the third verse, the crowd went crazy. The girl's Suzies did too, in a kind a mass hypnotism and temporary insanity. 

At verse six, the chorus was completely topless, and at verse nine when the final rags came off to reveal them completely, the crowd sounded like a pack of braying hounds. The Chiksee Dix lead singer revealed a unique dance move that the other girls lacked, having apparently taken the time to master the trick of having (her?) breasts rotate clockwise, while (his?) cock rotated counter clockwise. I don't remember seeing that at dress rehearsal, and I think I would have remembered it. When the last two verses were accompanied with synchronized high kicks and whip lashes from me onto some of the dancers' butts, I was concerned that civilization might break down entirely. The entire audience was screaming at the top of its lungs, and the Suzie signals were so loud and raucous that I wanted to duck to avoid the impending stampede. Then spotlights trained up on the side walls of the waterfall came on, and each little table area had a stripper pole in it, with a naked Phi Phi coed, also in the garish makeup, high kicking in time with the beat. The audience was now completely agog. 

I discovered that I could tell from their Suzie signals which dancer on stage really wanted the whip, and was surprised to discover that they all did. Millie of course was completely incorrigible, almost coming with each stroke, and Julie Angel amazed me by being right there with her. Cindy had scripted the ending tableau, and I stood tall in the center of the stage while the dancers arrayed themselves standing, kneeling, and lying around me so each could touch my cock piece with one finger. We had rigged the strobe to sync with the kick drums, and it did perfectly, and I tried to crack the whip to the same rhythm. We all ended on the same note, with the dancers up on the side walls with legs saucily in the air, and Cindy said "See y'all next year!", and then the sound was quenched, the spotlights doused, the house lights dimmed, and the curtain came down, to massive applause and calls of "encore!", but we knew we had to leave them wanting more for next year. 

The backstage lights came up and I saw Suzanne and Mille kissing Lara, all three of them an absolute vision, chests pumping, nipples erect, and skin flushed all over. I couldn't get my arms around all three of them at once, but I sure tried. Soon it was an all cast group hug and fondle, and I experienced for the first and I hoped last time the unique sensation of having one of the dancers press two wonderful hard nipples against my ribs while also pressing a hard cock against my hip. At least I had my leather suit on. We headed to the backstage area for the girls to get dressed, and everyone was talking a mile a minute. The plasma monitors showed a shot apparently taken from one of the TV station towers with a wide telephoto lens of naked people seen swimming through the glass side of the swimming pool that faced toward town, meaning they had finally located the party. We could see the sunrise coming in through the windows, and soon we heard two loud helicopters circling the house. Someone said it was from the local NBC and ABC stations, which were feeding live video to their morning network news shows. As we emerged from backstage, Tessa and the TMZ reporter were interviewing Julie Angel's movie star husband and the now clothed female celebs that had been on stage for later updates, some acknowledging that they had been up there nude and some just smiling and saying "I'll never tell!" and both reporters teasing later segments that would give more details and personal stories about the party. 




My Only Talent Ch. 17



The TMZ segment went out as teaser commercial for tonight's show, and Tessa's video went out about 30 minutes later, just about time for the early afternoon news shows in the EU. I saw Tessa pile into the limo with Little Hollywood and two taller women. Rodney found us and asked if we would like to come to an orgy, and I said I had mid terms this afternoon, so he drove us back to Lara's place where we had left our regular clothes. 

When we got to Lara's place Millie crawled into the trapeze and strapped herself in, yelling at me "I defy you Master! I dare you to punish me!" I raised my whip and a pulse shot through her pussy and her Suzie. I moved closer and tightened all her restraints so she was absolutely helpless, and she literally dripped with excitement. I got out a crop, a flail, and a set of nipple clips, laying them out on a table where she could see them all. 

"Suzanne, Lara, come here at once! I need help to properly punish Millie!" Mille quivered in anticipation.

Lara and Suzanne arrived almost simultaneously, and stopped and stared at Millie. "She has openly defied me, and I must punish her severely, but I want to make sure I get it right. So I want to try things out on you two first before I work on Millie."

I went behind Suzanne and pinned her arms behind her. "Lara, put a nipple clip on one of her nipples and kiss the other one tenderly for contrast. Millie looked on in frustration, as Lara bent happily and worked on Suzanne. I then grabbed Lara by the hair and directed her mouth to my cock, and took over rolling Suzanne's nipple between thumb and forefinger. Lara kneeled and worked me in and out of her mouth, and still managed to reach a hand over to Suzanne's pussy. None of us had showered yet, and we were still pretty pungent from our dancing exertions. 

I could wait no longer. I tied Suzanne up to the trapezes next to Millie, spread her legs, and dove into her sweet pussy. She was wet and wild, and the stimulation from her show at the party had not worn off in the least. I could tell I had even more exquisite sensitivity through her Suzie, and soon my smart bomb tongue was hitting it right out of Orgasm Park, and sweet Suzanne was sneezing and twisting. Lara continued to suck my cock, and Millie watched and shivered, the only motion she could make locked in her restraints. Fully erect, I turned Suzanne slightly and entered her from underneath. Lara moved above her and stuck her long pink tongue into Suzanne's ass. Millie keened in desperate need.

Soon Suzanne was on her third or fourth orgasm, and I took her down, kissed her, and strapped Lara in, right next to Millie. The Millie was forced to watch me take Lara, while Suzanne held Lara's legs apart for me. I felt like a part of Lara now each time I touched her, and I felt her heartbeat and her heat in my bones. My cock felt perfectly at home in her, and I looked haughtily at Millie as she could only watch me surge in and out of Lara. Soon I felt a wave of wetness from her, and her marvelous smell wafted up to me. For me it was sweet perfume, but I Millie's woebegone Suzie screamed need and torture. I would teach her to defy me. Suzanne moved where she could watch me slide in and out of Lara, and kissed her from time to time on the abdomen and thighs. Lara made another groan and magically she was coming again. Suzanne leaned in to taste Lara's sweet juices and Millie groaned even louder. Soon I was ready to come. I winked at Suzanne and she winked back, complicit in my plot to torture Millie even more. I groaned a flexed my legs, signaling that an ejaculation was building, and pulled out of Lara, aiming my shot at Millie's breasts. She leaned her neck out toward me in anticipation, and just as I came, Suzanne swooped in and engulfed me with her mouth, making sure Millie didn't get even see what happened, much less be touched by it. I groaned and pumped into Suzanne's mouth, and I could feel Millie's Suzie lament with each guttural noise I made. Suzanne could not resist rubbing it in. She smiled at Millie and said "Thank you Master! That was a nice big one." 

Lara kissed Suzanne, and I kissed them both, and then slapped Millie once strongly on the butt. "I'm going to take quick shower. You two may serve me in the bath. Millie, you just hang out in here for a while." I could hear her screaming Suzie's frustration all the way into the bathroom. After the girls washed me, and I washed them, I just could not resist some ass worship. When I got out getting a towel and drying off, they were starting in on each other again. 

My phone beeped and I picked it up. I had received an email from Asa Weltschmerz telling me that they had already stopped the sedative drip and he expected Dwight to wake up soon. Suzanne had to go proctor the exam she had written, so I would take off to cover Dwight while she did that, and then she would cover Dwight this afternoon while I took my last exams. The three of us said a tearful goodbye, since we would not see each other again until after the break. We left Millie literally hanging, although Lara had instructions to release her later.

.....

Dwight the Dweeb Boy woke up, but he kept his eyes closed. It was a trick he learned early in life to convince his grandmother that he was too sick to go to his very boring elementary school. The last thing he remembered was jumping off the rooftop towards Pavel. He tried not to change his facial expression, in case someone was watching, because he wanted to take in all the information he could without moving. He smelled soap, some sort of institutional disinfectant, and floor wax. He listened carefully and heard phones ringing, but very faintly, and at least three different kinds of soft electronic beeping and booping noises. He tried to wriggle his fingers and toes, and it felt like they were moving, and that was a good sign. He tried to move his legs and discovered he could not. That was not good. Then he realized the muscles were moving, but the legs were not -- he was somehow restrained. Same story with his arms, but he could turn his neck from side to side very slightly.

He waited and listened and heard a few voices, both male and female, muffled, as if they were on the other side of a door. They seemed somehow familiar but he could not place them with certainty. He was not ready to open his eyes yet, for several reasons. He wanted to gather all the information he could about where he was now, and try to remember whatever he could, because if he opened his eyes, and someone from the agency was there to debrief him, they would never let up until he had gone over every detail ten times. He decided to give it a few more minutes. His big worry was what happened after he jumped, and how exactly he ended up here in what he presumed was a hospital room. He was wondering what would happen to him and his $100M worth of training. If he had been picked up by the local EMS, and there would be all sorts of photos, medical records, blood draws, x-rays, maybe DNA samples and even fingerprints, and associated police reports. He would be through as a 'no such agent' in the field. He would be doomed to the backroom: become a scenario geek, or a trainer, or homeroom cyber warrior, complete with an actual ID with his real picture and name on it, and commute to work every day from little house somewhere. But he would top out at GS15 and never achieve his goal of a really responsible executive position, and the kind of clearance he needed to satisfy his insatiable curiosity. 

Only if he retained his anonymity could that dream continue. He was just about to open his eyes and start asking questions, when he heard a bump and detected air moving, and decided a door was being opened, as a totally unfamiliar voice was speaking as it moved briskly into the room.

"It is beyond strange. We have no idea who he is. We took all sorts of photos and samples, but they all just disappeared, along with his records. Dr. Weltschmerz told us to stop asking questions, and that someone will pick him up once we release him to travel and take him to a military hospital in San Antonio, but that officially he was never here, we never treated him, and he does not exist! He also says if he hears any of us talking about this patient, it will come up as a big minus on our next performance review."

Relief flooded through Dwight's body. The stranger made a few clicking noises near the bed, and some more of the beeping sounds were heard, and then he exited the door and all was silent again. He wondered who the voice had been speaking to. He stayed still and silent, and counted out 5 minutes, then opened his eyes. It was a hospital room. He was in a big bed surrounded by an IV pump, a heart monitor, and some other stuff he did not recognize. There was a nurse call box and speaker, TV remote control, and a landline telephone on a little stand next to the bed. There was a device on the ceiling above his bed that looked like a cross between a small rolling crane and an engine hoist, and his arms and legs were trapped in a big body cast, leaving only his head and neck and his pelvic region free. The region just below his waist was covered with a hospital gown folded up and stuck to the body cast with plastic clips, and several big metal hooks were molded into the cast, and facing up toward the ceiling, and several other directions.

He looked to the left and saw the back of the door, and a little mirror and sink combo, with a toilet attached to the wall. He looked to the right and saw a window. Sitting next to the window, relaxing in a chair, was that ass clown punk, the ESU freshman and so called Master, with a pleasant smile on his face! 

"Welcome back, Dwight!" he said enthusiastically.

Dwight was crestfallen. If this freshman loser knew his real name, then all was lost!

"Don't worry, Buddy. Those nice clean cut fellows in Brooks Brothers suits that blocked off the catering trucks called somebody and before the local cops and ambulances got there, a real authentic looking ambulance showed up right pronto, and they strapped you and that Russkie piece of shit Pavel to backboards like when they take a player off the football field on Friday nights, and then took off with a siren goin' and everything. It was pretty early and there weren't that many people around to notice. Ain't it a fine co inky dink that all those guys were just standin' by waitin' for something to happen? Shazam! Then some guys in bunny suits and booties that Suzanne said ya' call 'scrapers' came and took all the evidence that you were ever there away in a big fake Cintas uniform company step van, with all sorts of special equipment hidden inside. So Suzanne knows your real story, and I do, and her father sure does. He gave me a truly amazing and totally serious ass come to Jesus talkin' to on the telephone about national security and what he called 'aggressive compartmentalization', and he told me to tell you that nobody else knows! Said that would sho' nuff be 'portant to ya!"

Well, that answers another question, Dwight thought. Pavel was in for some serious interrogation.

Dwight noted that Robbie had suddenly adopted an exaggerated Texas drawl and spoke much more slowly than usual. Maybe it made people take him lightly, or stop worrying, or something. Anyway, hopefully Pavel was in worse shape than Dwight was, and had a much darker future ahead of him. That would be somewhat satisfying. 

"Shucks, Dwight, if you hadn't landed on Pavel's head to break your fall, that sidewalk might a killed ya! Plus he was just about to shoot me with that little .22 pistola of his. But all in all, I'm glad you finally woke up. We've had someone sitting up with you since early this morning. They had you on a sugar drip and some happy juice to keep you sleepin' and make sure your brain didn't swell up against your skull. Although Suzanne's dad did tell me that some of the guys where you work always have swelled heads! We had a good laugh on that one! 

Perhaps Ambassador Pliskin really had met the current top management team, after all. He smiled, and when he opened his mouth to speak he realized that his throat was really sore and dry, and his voice was hoarse. "By the way, Robbie, you got away with it once, but don't ever take a .22 lightly again!" He searched for the right Texas metaphor. "If he had put a round in your head, it would have zipped around inside your skull like a BB fired into a bait bucket, and your brain would have been the shredded shrimp!"

Robbie actually looked thoughtful for a minute. "Yeah, you're right about that. I got the same lecture from some red headed guy who said he was your boss, and Ambassador Pliskin, and from Dr. Weltschmerz, all with a much more precise discussion of the dispersion of kinetic energy and much better anatomical detail. But on a happier note, Dwight, it was pretty boring sitting with you, but it was sorta like study hall, so I studied for all my classes! I aced my exam yesterday, and I have to take two more in a little while, and then I'm ready to head out for Thanksgiving break. You did miss some really cool stuff, though."

"Like what?" Dwight asked.

"Well, the Saturday qualifying, the race on Sunday, and the big gala event Sunday night where Sapiento and Erminia announced that they were giving $100M for a neuroscience institute at the new med school, the huge long lines at the airport when most of the race fans left, and ...."

Dwight had to interrupt. "Just how long was I out?"

"The tennis tournament was Friday morning, and this is Tuesday."

"What else did I miss?"

"The after party of all after parties! The mother of all after parties! It was epic. You can catch some video on the TMZ website, if you want. Suzanne's going to come over in a few minutes to watch you while I take my last exams. She said she was going to bring the party over to you. Maybe she's bringing you a piece of cake!"

Dwight had nothing to say to that.

Robbie drawled on: "So after I leave here, I am supposed to forget all about you. Suzanne says she will never forget you for saving my ass from gettin' shot, though, but officially, you were never here!" 

That was somewhat comforting, but now Dwight was even more confused. What was going to happen to him next?

Robbie stood up and showed Dwight some printed pictures. "Thought ya'll might want these for your little ol' scrap book, pahdner, but Suzanne says you will probably memorize 'em and then dissolve them in acid or something. There's more to you than meets the eye, ain't there, Dwighto?" 

There was a print of the picture Dwight had received from HQ showing Pavel and his team out in the bright sunlight. How the hell did Robbie get that? And another picture of Suzanne, Lara, and Millie posed against a railing in bright sunlight. Did Robbie take those pictures? What was going on with this kid? Actually, even though Dwight had five years in the field, he was still only 25, so he was a kid too, he supposed. Guess there was more to Robbie than meets the eye, too.

"Let me ask ya' one little pregunta, there, buddy. I was hopin' Pavel would get a one way ticket to Guantanamo. Can you tell me straight up what is likely to happen to that Russkie bastard?"

Dwight considered that. Robbie already seemed to know most of the story. There was no risk in answering his question, as long as he did it carefully. "Well, I can't be sure, because that is going to be fully compartmentalized too, but I can give you a pretty good guess. First off, I don't think he will ever see anyplace as comfortable as Gitmo, or meet anyone that will be as nice to him as the USMC!"

Robbie smiled an openly feral smile. That look was a little scary, Dwight thought.

Robbie said "Tell me more, please!"

Dwight didn't get to tell many stories, so he warmed to the task. "My guess is that our Pavel is going to take a long and circuitous international cruise. Only it won't be on a cruise ship with a cabin on the Lido deck near the international casino! It will be a beat up looking freighter, probably Liberian registration with a mostly eastern European crew. Under that scruffy exterior, it will have perfectly maintained propulsion and communications systems, and very good radar and navigation equipment, and the crew will really know how to mind their own business. Pavel's cabin will be very nicely insulated and well down below the water line and he will be attended to by several specialists, probably from Serbia or Bulgaria, with very interesting skill sets. They will be fluent in the languages that Pavel speaks, with some practical training in 'electro-physiology' and 'aqua-massage', and there will be one MD and a paramedic to come in from time to time and check on Pavel. They will have a long list of questions they want answered, and they will be patient and very, very results oriented. They will all sail around together, never reaching port, until all their questions are answered. Then Pavel will go for a swim!"

Robbie smiled again, widely. "You paint a very pretty picture, my friend!"

"Oh, and after you leave here, you are going somewhere for rehab, under some other name, but none of us will know where or your alias." He stood and walked close to Dwight. "Guess we can't shake hands until you get out of that cast, but Asa says you'll be fine after a little while! Thanks again, pahdner, I owe you one, and remember the Alamo!" He walked out the door without looking back. 

Dwight was lost in thought for a few minutes. He apparently had lots of broken bones, and was going to have lots of painful scar tissue to break up, but there must be no serious nerve damage. He heard about an agent who fell down an elevator shaft and even with six months of tortuous rehab, he never passed the tests to go out in the field again. Dwight would work his hardest to get back to duty. 

Then he heard footsteps approaching in the hallway. Loud, clicking steps, in the unmistakable rhythm of a woman's high heels as she strutted on a linoleum floor. At least that was the image that came to his mind. 

The door to his room opened, and Suzanne Pliskin strutted in. "Hi Dwight! Robbie texted me that you were awake, and you certainly have impeccable timing. I just finished proctoring my exam, and Robbie is off to take his last ones, so it's a perfect time for us to have a nice little talk!" She smiled, and then the locked the door behind her. She picked up a little wash basin by the sink, and put a washrag and some warm water in it, and then put a dry towel over her shoulder. It looked good there. Anything would look good there.

"I was in a full leg cast once when I was a little girl. Not as extensive and that one, of course, but it did itch, and it was hard to get to where I felt clean. I'm going to give you a little sponge bath while we talk. It shouldn't bother your sense of modesty, after all, you have been watching me for a while, haven't you, Dwight?

Dwight started to answer, but never got the chance. 

"You have seen it all, haven't you Dwight? My dad told me about what you 'OGA' guys do, but I never really thought about it in personal terms or experienced it until lately. Did you like what you saw, Dwight?"

He opened his mouth, but as it turned out, just to draw a breath.

"You seem like a nice guy Dwight. My dad told me a little about your background, and that you should get a little better 'management optics' at your agency after this."

She set the washbasin on the little table by the bed, and began to unclip the hospital gown that was draped over the areas his cast did not cover. She folded the gown almost primly, and began to systematically wash him below his waist. It felt really nice, maybe a little too nice for comfort.

"Dr. Weltschmerz says there is no permanent damage from your little leap from the roof, at least to you, but you will have to work hard at rehab. That was a very brave thing to do, Dwight."




My Only Talent Ch. 17



She had just about finished washing everything, and was now rubbing him dry with a towel.

"You know the old saying about nice guys finishing last, Dwight?"

By now he knew he was not really expected to speak.

"Well, I think they should finish first and last! And I am not attracted to bad boys like some girls; I am attracted to nice guys! Is it hot in here, Dwight?"

She slowly and deliberately took off her blouse and skirt, revealing her amazingly tight little body barely contained in some lime green panties and a matching bra. Dwight began to respond, involuntarily.

"Dr. Weltschmerz says you have absolutely no nerve problems, Dwight, but I wanted to make sure, okay?"

Again there was no need for Dwight to talk. He was having a little trouble catching his breath, anyway. She walked right over to him, looked him right the eye, and slowly slipped her bra off. He did his best to maintain eye contact, but eventually he just had to look down. 

"Your vision seems to be fine, Dwight!"

She put one hand on the top of his thigh, scratching it gently with a fingernail toward his groin. He felt his groin twitch and his butt muscles clinch.

"Spinal responses seem normal." 

He had to lift his head up the slight bit that he could to watch her as her face seemed to dip down below the edge of his cast, and he felt her warmth breath on his lower abdomen, and trending down. He jumped to attention.

"Circulatory responses seem fine!" she said happily. He felt one hand cup his balls, and the other touch his cock. 

"In fact, Dwight, I'd say your circulatory response is very impressive!"

Dwight could not believe this was happening to him. Maybe he was actually was fatally wounded in the fall, and this was one of those near death dreams he had read about. He also felt a little déjà vu, having spent so much time watching Suzanne with raging hard on. But he felt no guilt. After all, it was completely involuntary on his part, not that he wouldn't have enthusiastically volunteered for this duty!

"Dwight, you have seen me with Robbie, and you know I love him. In fact you have seen all of my 'proclivities' on display shall we say? But there is this one thing Robbie just won't do for me. He won't let me tie him up and just have my way with him. You, on the other hand, are just sort of ready and waiting for me, aren't you?"

She laughed, and then he felt her tongue ever so gently touch his dick. This had to be a dream.

She laughed again. "I am a bit of tease, aren't I, Dwight?"

She dipped her head down even lower and began kissing his leg in mid thigh, just where his cast stopped. She slowly worked her way to his buttock, and then bit it, pretty hard. A shock ran through him.

She moved up and nibbled his earlobe. "You know that I am, shall we say, an 'earthy' girl, eh, Dwight? So when the time comes that you just can't hold back, don't hold back. Okay? Especially the first time!"

Dwight was still trying to process that, when she stood back a little bit and slowly removed her panties, and did an abbreviated version of her stretching routine for him. She moved around to the top of his bed and kissed him, sweetly, on the lips. 

"It's a little different live versus on video, isn't it?"

God was it ever. She was a tease, and an absolute genius at it. Dwight never thought he could get this excited. He almost wished he could get a photo, because he was certain his erection was the biggest he had ever had. But not so big that she couldn't do absolutely amazing things to it, complete with the sexiest narration he could imagine.

"Dwight, that is really nice. I think it was Mae West that said 'a hard man is good to find' and she knew the story, didn't she?"

She was very thorough, and seemed to be systematically cataloging his response to everything her amazing mouth did to him. Soon she developed a routine that was steadily carrying him beyond the point of no return. He strained his neck forward as much as he could, and could see the top of her head at the apogee of her bobbing motion, possible the sexiest thing he had ever imagined, much less experienced. But soon it was pushed to a distant second place, as she tilted her face up and made eye contact with him, with a warm smile in her dark eyes.

Dwight lost it then, knew he was only a spectator, as he felt a tremor pass through his body like an elastic wave in an earthquake. She riveted him with her gaze, and he fought the natural instinct to throw his head back, because he did not want to break eye contact with her for even one millisecond. 

Her mouth broke contact with him for just a second, and she riveted him with her eyes, saying "Don't hold back, Dwight!" and the she took just the tip of him into her mouth, and hummed! Dwight almost passed out, but he luckily stayed conscious enough to experience every delicious instant. She smiled, she hummed, she sucked and twisted, her eyes never leaving his, with an expression on her face like someone was telling her a fun story. Dwight fought to avoid swooning as her cheeks hollowed and the suction increased, and he found he had nothing left to give her. He certainly would if he could. 

She smacked her lips, a sound that burrowed right down into Dwight's solar plexus. He could not breathe, and his pulse pounded in his ears. "You are pretty damn tasty for a secret hero, Dwight!" and then she applied her lips again. Dwight had always been envious of Robbie's observed ability to stay hard even after this olive skinned goddess had so completely drained him. But then awareness dawned, as Suzanne held her mouth and lips fixed and did some amazing trick with her lungs and diaphragm, rapidly pulsing his cock back and back and forth over about half an inch of distance. Suddenly he was hard as he had ever been, again. It wasn't Robbie, it was her, and Dwight could do it too. What a confidence builder.

She popped him out and smacked her lips again, said "You know, Dwight, it is very important that you not leave any DNA evidence here!" and giggled again, and then moved up and kissed him on the lips sweetly. He might have been squeamish about this before, but she had so thoroughly devoured him that there was not even an aftertaste of his come on her lips. That actually wouldn't have mattered to him anyway, trapped in a body cast or not. 

"Time for a little more nerve testing Dwight, specifically, I want you to flex your genioglossus. Dwight remembered that from anatomy he studied to locate the pressure points and nerve striking points he had learned for first aid and martial arts training. He stuck his tongue out as far as he could.

"Good! Now left, right, up, down, repeat! Left, right, up, down, repeat!"

She put a foot on the head of the bed, stepped up over him, and slowly, tantalizingly lowered her glorious pussy onto his face. It was even better than he had imagined. The visual cues alone were enough to completely enchant him, as his eyes feasted on her supple legs, trimmed bush, and protruding and glistening pussy lips. But the smell was like catnip to a Manx, and the unconscious messages of the pheromones took him away on a hormonal cloud of excitement and lust. He just lost himself in it, total racial and spinal memory time. He was transformed into lust without sentience, and desire without end. He was not sure how long it lasted. He did notice that she began to flex the muscles in her legs, and quivered a little bit. That was magical. Suddenly her tasty flow increased slightly and changed a little bit in oiliness, and he heard her sneeze. 

He wanted that again. He redoubled his efforts, and began sucking and biting gently in addition to the tongue motion. Soon she sneezed again, and another glorious wave of juice fell on him. Suddenly she stood up in the bed, kissed him again, tasting her own slippery juices on his face, and then turned around and lower herself onto him from the other direction. She put more and more weight on him, and he realized he needed to plan his breathing carefully. She just frankly and roughly began fucking his face with her pussy, mashing her pubic bone against his teeth and lips. She had two more orgasms, and he was a little light headed and now had a fat lip, just like he always got in hand to hand drills. He would wear this one with pride, though, and probably smile every time he got a fat lip in the future.

She disengaged herself again, and kissed him gently on the cheek. "Sorry about your lip, Dwight. I did get carried away a little bit!" She adopted a funny, hoarse southern accent he did not recognize "You should put some ice on that!"

She kissed his face very gently a few more times, and then spoke right in his ear. "Dwight, I am going to fuck you now!"

She climbed back over him on the bed, took a step onto the rails, and grabbed the hooks hanging from the lift attached to his ceiling, lifting herself over him like a beautiful and muscular spider. She eyed his huge body cast, and looked happily at his still maximum erection, and then positioned her legs almost perpendicular to his. She squatted slowly, checking her aim, and was soon paused right above him. His neck was sore from all that tongue protrusion, so he decided to 'lay back and enjoy it', as he seemed to remember some previous governor of Texas had advised.

And enjoy it he did. Suzanne had leg muscles and balance like he had never seen, and he suddenly pictured his cock as Kagel exerciser, and she was one very advanced athlete. She really did just fuck him, with muscular control he could not explain, but could certainly enjoy. He was surprised and delighted by his staying power this second time around, and his confidence got another boost as he felt another burst of wetness and heard her intoxicating little sneeze. She stopped for a moment, and then sighed contentedly. Dwight certainly hoped she wasn't planning on stopping already. 

She lifted herself off of him and his eyes popped open and he must have looked worried - he felt like a warm little puppy suddenly forced out into the cold. She stepped off of the bed, and said "Don't worry, Dwight!" and then took him into her mouth again. He thought he was still a long time from coming, but she quickly wore down his resistance, and he realized he was right on the brink, when she slipped a wet finger just slightly into his behind and he went off like a rocket into her mouth. He discovered he really liked earthy girls, as she drained him of everything he had, and he reached a level of both contentment and confidence he had never before thought possible. After some fine cuddling, she gave him a sweet kiss and then played with his nipples. He never knew he liked that, but he certainly did now.

He was spent in his release and just watched as she stood and reversed her moves and got her clothes back on. She kissed him on the check and said, "I know this is usually your line Dwight, but none of this ever happened, okay?" Then he heard the click clack of her heels on the floor, and heard the door close.

A few minutes later, a tall, dark, and thin young lady walked in wearing a white lab coat. She smiled at Dwight, and when he realized how pretty she was, he smiled back, and wondered if she could smell sex on him. "My name is Carmencita Escalante. I will be supervising your rehab. We'll be leaving here in about 30 minutes. At the rehabilitation hospital, you will be known by your cover identify as Nando Longomonto, the totally spoiled and utterly useless twenty five year old only child and son of the biggest asshole ever extant on the Texas real estate scene, and that's really saying something!"

She began checking his vital sign monitor and reading the latest entries on his medical chart. "We will limit your contact with the outside world, and even I don't know your real name, Nando, but Dr. Weltschmerz recommended me as your personal full time rehab counselor, and I have just signed the most complete yet confusing non disclosure agreement I ever heard of. I just finished my PhD at Texas State, and I can get you back to peak performance faster than anyone else can. I use some new and controversial techniques, and you will have to devote yourself to working hard and accepting a good deal of pain, but we will succeed, and that will be your reward. I'll be back in about ten minutes to supervise your transport."

They had stopped giving Dwight the 'happy juice' as Robbie termed it, but he was still on a natural high from the 'Suzanne juice' and nothing bothered him as they wheeled him down to an ambulance and they left the hospital ER entrance and went under the Interstate and then a few blocks north and then turned east. They entered a freeway, turned south, and soon were zipping along at what seemed like 80 mph or more. Dwight turned his neck to look out the window, and to his left he caught a glance of the tower and grandstands for the Circuit of the Americas. Missed the race, but at least I saw the track, he thought. After that there was little or nothing he recognized as familiar. About an hour later, they turned off onto a state highway, passed a couple of small town municipal airports, one with a surprising number of corporate jets parked on the tarmac, and then into the business district of a small town. He smelled smoked BBQ and something else not so pleasant -- sort of sulphurous but not at all acidic.

He asked the ambulance attendant what that smell was. "That's the smell of sweet crude, Mr. Longomonto. There are quite a few old oil wells still in production around here, and what they pump has pretty high sulfur content." By this time they had pulled under the awning of a small hospital with a white roof. 

Dwight would get accommodated to the smell quickly, and but Carmencita never let him get comfortable with anything else. She looked like a cheerleader, but she was actually a slave driving, pitiless drill sergeant and professional sadist. She left him sore and just to point of breaking into tears for four hours each morning, gave him a 60 minute break for lunch, and then tortured him for another four hours every afternoon for six days a week. His arms made a full recovery well before his legs, and she was especially unrelenting about making him use the arm bike until his heart rate got way up there, and stayed there a while. He ate all the food he could get his hands on at breakfast, lunch and dinner, surfed the web and did a few agency online correspondence classes after dinner, and slept like a log from 10 PM to 6 AM every day. He had mostly pleasant dreams, usually about his college girlfriend or Suzanne Pliskin, and sometimes both of them at once. Occasionally in his dreams, as Dwight fell toward the pavement Pavel would step aside gracefully like a matador and Dwight would hit the sidewalk and then Pavel would calmly shoot Robbie and Dwight both in the head. But for the most part he was so tired and pissed off at Carmencita that he barely noticed how fast his rehab was progressing, or the warm and fuzzy looks she was giving him when he almost passed out every day from the unrelenting effort he was making. He didn't realize that she was developing quite a crush on her mysterious patient.

.....

I made it back to campus from the hospital just in time to take my last exams, and there were no surprises -- I was pretty sure I had aced them all. Suzanne was already on her way to spend Thanksgiving with Mike's family and visit the burn hospital daily, which was very tough duty. Lara took off for Dallas to her dad's house early this morning, and Millie was already on her way to Houston, and hopefully very much chastised for her defiance of me. I was tired, hungry and suddenly lonely. Kevin was back in the dorm room doing another all night cram session for his last midterm exam tomorrow. I waited for the supper line to open, sitting on a couch in the lounge just outside the dining hall, watching the steady flow of people heading out for home. I smiled and said hello to a few people I knew, and as soon as the line opened I went in to slake my thirst and blunt my hunger pangs. Lots of people were already gone and I had a clear shot at the victuals, and all was right with my stomach for the first time in a while. By 7 PM I was upstairs, and did most of my packing for the trip home tomorrow. Kevin sometimes muttered and tapped his fingers while he studied, but nothing could bother me, and by 10 PM I was asleep and I slept like a baby all the way through until morning. 

I woke early as Kevin was leaving for his exams and wished him luck and Happy Thankgiving. I put on my running shorts and a sweater, and hit the track, running hard until I got a big time runner's high, and then sprinting three laps instead of one. My heart pounded as I did my cool down laps, and then hit the showers. Downstairs in the dining hall, they had a just two brunch lines going, but I got eggs, bacon and pancakes lathered in syrup rocking in fine style. I had two pieces of pie for dessert, and stuffed my shirt pocket with some sugar envelopes for the trip, and went upstairs to finalize my packing. I was out on the benches in front of the dorm by 11:30, and several other students were there waiting for their rides to show up, and the major topic of conversation was the party they had seen on TMZ. 

Nora showed up a few minutes later. She looked exhausted. "I'm finally finished! 21 semester hours have passed by under the bow, Captain!" She saluted sloppily and yawned. 

"Have you had breakfast this morning?"

"Yes sir, Captain Sir, and I have a CLIFbar just in case!" I gave her a hug, listening carefully but only getting hints of her suppressed little Suzie signal bubbles. 

Alley Shitty turned up just about on time, which was unusual for her. The big suburban had a few more road dings than I remembered plus an ESU bumper sticker, and a KKG parking decal. There was a guy in the front seat with Alley, and he looked like one of the pledges I had seen at the PIG lake house. I put my stuff and Nora's in the back, and we got in the middle row of seats, leaving one more row clear behind us. My first thought was to get as much separation from Alley's irritating voice as I could, but I could then hear my mother's voice saying "That's rude, Robbie!" Alley introduced her other passenger at Jay Kincaid, and I made further introductions all around. Jay was from Waxahachie, and we were dropping him off before continuing on to the 'Metroplex' of Dallas and Fort Worth. 

I had never heard any Suzie signals for me from Alley, as back in high school I could usually only hear the honking maximum signals like Suzie Packard herself sent. But Alley had always chased me incessantly and given all the 'normal' signs of attraction. I expected to hear something from her now but there was a very moderate to weak signal for me. In fact, were it not for my rapidly increasing sensitivity over the last few days, I might not have detected it at all. There was no signal for Jay, or Nora, for that matter. There was a little light conversation as we got on the Interstate, and we soon established that Jay was in fact a Phi Iota Gamma pledge, that Alley Shitty had been in the Econ 101 class that Nora graded for, and thus knew both Nora and Suzanne, but that Nora did not know her exam grade yet. I knew that Suzanne would be grading the essay questions while she stayed with Mike's parents. 

The conversation wound down, and Alley assured us that she had a big hot mug of Starbucks and would stay awake, and encouraged us to sleep if we wanted to. Nora immediately settled into my shoulder and closed her eyes, which felt amazingly good to me. I was a little nervous about Alley's driving, so I stayed awake, but Jay soon began to snore gently. I noticed Alley looking back in the rear view mirror at Nora asleep on my shoulder with a bemused expression. I heard Nora's breathing stabilize and knew she was now sound asleep. And then I got a shock. I had never been around Nora when she was asleep, but I suddenly realized that her ability to so effectively suppress of her Suzie signals must require her to be conscious, because her signal was now clear and unimpeded, and I could sense everything she was sending and had stored, including her 'black box' sexual history. I felt a bit like a peeping Tom, but I could not look away from an opportunity like this. I figured that by the time we dropped Jay off in Waxahachie, I might know the truth about Nora's feelings for me, and for Suzanne. I just hoped nothing woke her up before then. I might really have something to be thankful for this year!



My Only Talent Ch. 18



My Only Talent Ch. 18

Thanks for Thanksgiving

My old high school nemesis, Alley Shitty, drove the big Suburban steadily north on the interstate, and I watched her progress as Jay and Nora slumbered. By the time we got as far north as Round Rock, all of Nora's defenses were completely down, and I had located her Suzie 'flight data recorder' and began to scan her sexual history. It was one with a few high spots but mostly disappointment. She had already told me that thanks to her parents instilling in her an abject fear of 'talent' males, and fear of sex in general, she got the same kind of indoctrination that I did about remaining celibate, and took it to heart just like I did. She had skipped so many grades that she did sixth form at Charterhouse being much younger than any other student there, but still she excelled. Probably due to her mega IQ, she found most of her so called elite classmates boring. There were a few incidents of sexually charged hazing, but she found none of them exciting in the least; they were merely something to endure and survive. 

She did seem to have a tendency to attract the attention of what she had once told Suzanne she called the 'high born lout': a male from a storied family who seemed destined to not only disappoint academically but to be an embarrassment socially for many years to come. They seemed to believe they might somehow do her a favor by forcing themselves on her. She took classes in Krav Maga and actually had to use it on one pushy toff who had a very tenuous and probably false claim to royal lineage as a descendant of Eggbert of Wessex. She was happy to leave her so-called social circle behind in choosing to go 'across the pond' to ESU, where she encountered a few students with intellects that were comparable to hers, and some others that were on the complete opposite end of the bell curve. She did develop crushes on one male and one female peer, and as a seventeen year old rising junior, she had her first two sexual experiences. I located the entries in her 'flight log' and began to drill down for the details and the effects the experiences had on her.

Nora almost woke up when an Ill considered lane change by a big truck caused Alley to lean on her horn for a while, but then she settled back down into my shoulder and continued her unprotected slumber. I resumed my Suzie snooping.

A female classmate named Hannah flirted with Nora, and in one passionate encounter, confirmed Nora's potential for attraction to and satisfaction with another woman, but the classmate's next day denial that it even happened had ultimately made Nora even more fearful and suspicious and too scared of taking the risk of another such relationship. In her history, Suzanne was linked to this other girl, because as near as I could tell, she was the only other woman that Nora trusted and was also attracted to. She just didn't want to risk having a sexual adventure that ruined their friendship, especially since Suzanne, as her supervising TA, was officially her 'boss' from the ESU point of view. 

Before meeting Suzanne, she also developed a major crush on an ESU incoming freshman football player, who was just about as much an opposite from her former British plonker pursuers as one could possibly imagine. Jalen was big, black, and smart, almost as smart as she was, and he must have had good taste, because he fell pretty hard for Nora, pursued her avidly, and he caught her. The sex was great for them both. But his judgment was suspect; perhaps he was spoiled because of the Texas football culture that a good player can do no wrong. Nora was deeply offended by him wasting his potential by taking easy classes for a dead end sports marketing degree, since he was sure he would make it in the NFL. He also desperately wanted to be another kind of 'player' to be seen in clubs and be photographed with rap stars, hardly Nora's goal for him. But the straw that broke the camel's back was his announcement that he could no longer have an exclusive relationship with Nora as his only girlfriend, because she was now just one of his 'string'. Her distrust of the male of the species was now just as strongly reinforced as it was for the female. 

Since those two ultimately unsatisfying relationships, Nora had been throwing herself into her studies, sublimating her desires. She had certainly excelled academically, and was about to finish two degrees in three years, but she was horny as hell, just like Suzanne had been. She wanted Suzanne, and she wanted me, and the prospect of having both of us at once was galvanically exciting for her, and in fact it was the central image in all her masturbatory activities since the current semester began. But her fear and distrust, plus her parent's early indoctrination, was enough to keep her from actually taking advantage of the opportunity. There was some other connection to all this that I could not tease out, another signal akin to the others but different. It was linked to all the sexual images I was deciphering, but I couldn't pin down what it was. 

I did find that my newly developed and improved Suzie signal receiving capabilities allowed me to delve into her recorded fantasies in detail, and I was just about to tap into and enjoy playing them back in chronological order when Alley Shitty's voice broke my concentration, and what's worse, startled Nora fully awake.

"Salado, Texas, everyone! Shopping stop in progress! This is a great place to get an early start on Christmas shopping, with stores full of unique stuff nobody else will find to give to any of your friends and family." 

Suddenly Nora and Alley were best buds, sharing Christmas gift lists and suggestions. Alley parked on the south end of a strip of stores east of the interstate, and they announced they were going to work their way north for an hour or so. Jay and I realized we should probably look for few gifts too, and we sheepishly tagged along. Nora took charge of making me choose appropriate gifts for my mother, grandmother, older sister, and Lara and Suzanne, tapping out my gift budget and all the money I had made on Kevin's bets at the fraternity and sorority mixers. Alley did the same for Jay in searching for gifts for the females of the Kincaid clan. Two hours later we were back on the road, but Nora was now energized and never got even close to going back to sleep.

.....

Sarah Stevens Susskind was on a mission. She told her parents she was going to visit a new friend in Dallas first, then drive on to Texarkana to meet them at her grandmother's for Thanksgiving dinner. She actually planned to spend every minute until early Thanksgiving morning following Robbie. She was devastated that he had not wanted to spend Thanksgiving with her, and she was never going to let that happen again. She was going to find out what he was doing, who he doing it was with, and see where his family lived. Robbie had never seen her car, and it was well suited to her surveillance mission: an average looking grey Jetta TDI that got great mileage and could go over 600 miles on a tank of diesel. 

She had no trouble following the big Suburban on the interstate, and she stayed close to their car while Robbie and the others went shopping at Salado. She took advantage of the break to go to the bathroom and fill up her fuel tank. But not long after they left Salado and went north again, she was foiled when they went through a private gate where she could not follow. She found a place to park that was shielded from view by some trees, and waited, watching that gate, and accessing Google Earth on her smart phone to try to see where that gate might lead. 

.....

After the shopping excursion broke the ice, we had a lively conversation on the road, talking about the gifts and which family members would be home for Thanksgiving, which naturally led to some family stories. Alley actually seemed nice and almost charming, and I was getting used to her voice; it didn't grate on me quite as much. After we passed through Hillsborough, Jay gave Alley some directions and we headed east toward Ennis, though some winding county roads, and then through a gate that Jay had the code for and then onto a very well maintained private road that traveled for several miles. We arrived at a big ranch entrance, the kind that you usually only see in Texas and parts west. A huge metal frame was festooned with hundreds of antlers: not just whitetail, but also elk, ibex, and several species I could not easily identify, plus a few longhorn skulls thrown in for good measure. These ranch entrances had symbolism like totem poles, and this one said big ranch, big money. There was a big stylish "W" atop the arch, not a "K" for Kincaid, massive concrete barricades around it, and two substantial motorized metal gates, spaced far apart, like the entrances to some military bases I had seen. There was also high game fence on either side, running as far as I could see, plus some amazingly thorny and strong looking bushes just outside the game fence. 

But both sets of gates were wide open when we got to them, presumably in anticipation of Jay's arrival. As we passed through, I noticed that numerous video cameras were secreted inside the antlers, facing in almost every direction, plus some other stuff that didn't look like cameras to me. The gates closed immediately after we went through them. We drove about a mile on a paved road, then topped a little hill, behind which was a big stone house that would have fit in well in any tony subdivision in North Dallas. Jay directed Alley to pull up near the six car garage. 

The first thing I saw approaching us was a pack of black and white dogs. They were moving so fast that I could not be sure, but it was either four very fast Border Collies, or five merely quick ones. Jay got out of the Suburban, and the dogs raced around him like a dust devil on a hot prairie day. Jay reached down and managed to playfully cuff each dog on the head a few times, and the contact seemed to settle them down a bit. A passel of children followed close behind: two boys under five years old, running for all they were worth, a pair of blonde twin girls about ten, and two teenagers; a blonde boy that looked like a younger version of Jay, and raven haired girl. The smaller of the two boys reached him first, and Jay put him up on his shoulders, and then he was surrounded by the rest of them, hugging and tousling hair. Jay retained the shopping bag from Salado, but the twins carried his backpack, and a big duffel bag that I suspected was full of dirty laundry. Mine was.

A troop of adults met us and Jay insisted we come into the house for a minute. From the family resemblance, I tentatively identified Jay's mom, and grandmother, but my real surprise was Jay's grandfather, because I recognized him, and that explained the "W" on the gate. John Jacobin Warner, also known as "Cactus Jake", was one of the wealthiest and most influential oil men in the state. I knew the Phi Iota Gamma's were supposed to be the frat of choice for big money families, but this guy could probably write a check for the entire net worth of every other family with a son in the frat, and not just the ESU chapter, either. I had been assigned a 'compare and contrast' paper on him and "Cactus Jack" Garner in high school. Warner had a lot more money, and hated publicity, so had no catchy quotes. I had found one of the very few recent pictures of him for my report. The last six of eight Texas Governors had been his choices for backing, and it was said that he could handicap politicians the way some folks could pick horse races. If he made a donation to a candidate's campaign, literally thousands of other donations would immediately follow, and nobody was ever appointed to the board of regents of ESU or any other state funded school without his blessing. 

After introductions all around, Jake's grandmother took Nora and Alley further into the house for a chance to 'freshen up' and the kids dragged Jay to the stables to see a new foal. 

"Cactus Jake" made an attempt at conversation with me. "So are you in the frat with Jay?"

"No sir, but I did meet him there. We were introduced by Theo Cadwallader. I know Alley from high school, and I think Jay met her at a KKG mixer."

"You don't sound like you are from the East, like Theo."

"No, sir, I was born in Highland Park, but my folks live in Prosperous now."

He made an abrupt change of subject. "You sure cut yourself a fine filly out of the herd with that Nora. She is classy as hell and hot as a depot stove! I wish Jay would bring somebody like her home instead of the bubbleheads and bimbos he has taken up with so far!"

I wasn't sure what to say to that, but he continued so quickly that I didn't have to.

"In the old days, the purpose of the fraternities and sororities was to make sure if a girl did get knocked up at college the families would be compatible when the lucky couple got married. Now everybody apparently knows how to fuck their brains out without getting pregnant, but I was hoping he would at least meet some nice long term prospects, in addition to the tattooed banging bimbos. How long have you been with Nora?"

Now I did have to say something. "Well, Nora and I are just friends. She lives in the same dorm that I do, and is also good friends with the girl that I am dating. She is from England, and my girlfriend is traveling elsewhere over the holidays, so I asked Nora to come to Thanksgiving with my family. " I didn't think it necessary to tell him that Suzanne and I were actively plotting to try to get Nora into bed with both of us. 

"Robbie, if I may, I have learned to read people pretty well over the years, and just by observing her for one minute I can tell you three things about Nora: she is smart as hell, she is hot for you, and she is the marrying kind, not the sleep around kind. Those are all real good things in my book, and I think you are very lucky."

By this time the females were 'freshed and back, and we said our goodbyes and got back into the Suburban. Nora sat in the front so Alley wouldn't suffer from 'chauffeur syndrome' and I felt like a lonely little puppy in the back seat. We headed back to the main road, and the gates opened as we went through and closed them immediately behind us. Alley cranked in the cruise control, checked that her phone was getting 4G, and then put on Pandora radio through the stereo system, and the big land yacht cruised toward North Dallas, fully supplied with some tunes. 

.....

Sarah had pulled up the photos she had taken in Salado, and was trying to match them to Facebook pages of ESU first year Greeks as a starting point. She had located Alley right away and a name search pulled up lots of KKG party photos of her, but none with Robbie. A further search revealed that they had both graduated from the same high school, in Prosperous, Texas. Was she an old girlfriend only, or still in the running? Jay Kincaid was pretty easy too, a PIG pledge supposedly from Waxahachie, which was not far from this still mysterious and impassable gate, and for some reason when she tried to trace the road, Google Maps said "we don't have imagery at this zoom level for this region". The other platinum haired girl did not turn up on any of the Pan Hellenic pages, nor in any search using Alley or Robbie's name, and a brute force search of all the possible images take too long. Maybe she wasn't a freshman, so her picture might be in last year's Cactus yearbook, but that was a lot of faces to search through, too. Her concentration was interrupted when the unmarked gates opened and the big Suburban passed through it and back onto the highway, again heading north. Sarah pulled in behind and then let two other cars interpose themselves, like the articles she had found with Google said she should do when tailing someone. 

.....

Pandora was never predictable, but Alley switched things around until she found a TMZ update, which mentioned Austin, so she left it on, and the first item was about the 'addicted to' party. The report played through without anyone interrupting, mentioning Julie Angel and the two reporters dancing naked, plus the entire pledge class from an ESU sorority, and the paparazzo's desperate search to find the party, getting a few pictures just as it broke up. 

"It defiantly wasn't the KKG pledge class dancing naked", Alley snorted condescendingly. "But I would have liked to have been there to see the party!"

"It was the 'Bi Phi's' according to my sources at the dorm," offered Nora. I hadn't said a word about the party to anyone, and didn't plan to, but Nora knew about my 'Master' get up and Lara going to Professor Lillehammer's office with me in her costume, and Suzanne might have told her about the party. 

Alley said, "That makes sense. I heard the TMZ reporter was a Bi Phi when she went to ESU. It must have been quite a thrill to know you were naked on an international video story like that!" I heard a sudden and sizzling Suzie signal from her, not focused on any particular prospective partner, but just generically horny. Did she have an unresolved exhibitionist streak? I seemed to remember some high school gossip about her losing her top on the diving board at her country club pool once, and how some girls thought she did it on purpose. 

The TMZ report then teased some 'pending updates' with more details on the party, who was there and who wasn't, and the 'sexy stage show'. Robbie hoped that referred to the chorus line number, not the sexual fortune teller bit. He really didn't want to attract more attention right now. Reporters apparently now made a science of tracking private jet tail numbers, and used them to watch which celebs, politicians, sports stars, and billionaires went and when. My father said this was making business better for NetJets and other jet sharing firms, and that many of the 'swells' as he called them had private jets in their name that could be easily tracked, but often used NetJets for their trips, so that the reporters could not be sure who was in a jet that was shared by many clients. Rodney Driver told me that Julie Angel and her husband often sent their jet on decoy runs just to frustrate the paparazzi, while they took a NetJet aircraft to their real destination, and that they also said there were some tricky airports that you really wanted a highly experienced NetJet pilot to fly you into, not your personal pilot who only flew that approach once every two or three years. He said one sure sign of a B list celeb trying to get more publicity was buying a cheap but individual private plane that could be easily tracked, hoping to get some ink. My dad used to track tail numbers to have 'accidental' meetings with sales prospects, but now he had to resort to other methods.

My phone beeped, signaling an incoming text from Suzanne. The only advantage of being alone in the back seat was that I could text in private, without Nora looking over my shoulder. 

SUZANNE: sad and boring in SA :(

ROBBIE: ({}) 

SUZANNE: have you seduced Nora yet?

ROBBIE: not yet, but she did fall asleep on my shoulder in the car :D 

SUZANNE: bag that babe and bring her to bed with us ;;) 

ROBBIE: may take until after xmas

SUZANNE: worth the wait :P 

By this time Alley had made her way up the interstate, moving slowly through the afternoon rush hour traffic, and finally jogged right onto the Tollway, which while still crowded was moving faster than the other alternatives. We quickly crossed the LBJ and then the SRT and we were getting close to home base. My father took perverse pride in their new place having an address on a numbered Farm to Market road. Alley's family bought a big place nearby at a bargain price on a road with a real and prestigious name, as my mother used to say to tweak my father, thanks to an over-drafted Dallas Cowboy football player that bought high and had to sell low after his initial contract was not renewed. My dad had picked our new house right after I graduated because he found a nice big place far enough out of town to not have any next door neighbors and room for Grandma's garden, but from which taking the Tollway and then the SRT got him to the airport pretty quickly even during rush hour. Alley's dad picked his house as a fancy showplace, for purely business reasons. 




My Only Talent Ch. 18



Alley's parents were interesting. They met school at SMU, and Alley's mom was a conventional and very successful real estate attorney, specializing in contracts for large and complicated multi-property deals. Jerrold, Alley's dad, was trained as a personal bankruptcy lawyer, but he didn't practice law. His parents had run a pawn shop in a seedy part of Dallas, but made their home in Highland Park, perhaps in the least expensive house in the zip code, so that their kids would go to the good schools there. Jerrold had grown up working in the pawn shop, and had a considerable education in scams, fraud, credit problems, and general personal financial mismanagement before he had ever entered law school. He had taken over his running parent's shop just as the Texas legislature was authorizing more pawn shops, and he had used all his SMU connections to get more than his share of the new licenses, and now owned the biggest collection of pawn shops that was not part of a national chain, with stores all over Texas. He was very objective in his approach to the business, doing what worked because it worked. He discovered that his customers, the 25% percent or so of the population who did not want or could not get a bank account or credit card, responded well to ostentatious displays of wealth. The bigger the Rolex or Patek Philippe and diamond ring that the store manager wore, the more the customers respected them and felt secure in dealing with them, and the more money Jerrold made. The store managers and their customers also respected Jerrold for displaying even more wealth than they did, so he drove around to his stores in a red Ferrari or pearl white Bentley, with big and showy reserved parking spaces for them in front of every store, and displayed all the other trappings of wealth he could find.

The latest downturn in the economy was very good for Jerrold's business, even though Texas was far better off than most states, and he was making more money than ever the last few years, in fact, he was hard pressed to spend or invest it all. He also dearly loved to get a bargain when someone else had financially overextended themselves. So when that Cowboy's player had to sell one of the most overbuilt, pretentious, and showy houses in North Dallas at a fire sale price, Jerrold was all over it. Since he bought it, he had monthly parties for his store managers and employees there, giving out lavish sales prizes and making presentations of profit sharing checks with ceremonies that rivaled the academy awards. All his employees loved working for him, and strove mightily to outdo each other and get good results, promotions, and more bonuses and awards. 

.....

Sarah was not expecting toll roads, and she did not have a toll tag on her car. But she had to follow, or else lose them. She had already looked up Robbie's home address, but they could be going lots of other places first. It would mean her dad would get a bill from the toll road authority in the mail, probably with a picture of her driving maniacally, but she had told them she was going to Dallas, so it should be okay. She moved up a little closer so she would be sure to see what exit they took.

.....

Alley took the Preston Road exit and turned east on the Farm to Market road, turning away from her house, and negotiated the last few blocks towards my driveway. "I'm letting y'all out first," she said, "but my Mom demands that you two come by to visit. We are having our open house tomorrow night, and I think your folks are coming, Robbie, so y'all come too." Nora immediately accepted on our behalf. I supposed it was unavoidable. We pulled up into our long driveway, and I quickly unloaded our stuff just as my Mom appeared through the garage door. She actually hugged Alley first, as she was old friends with her mom, and then hugged Nora next, but then I got an embarrassing kiss. I was wondering how my parents would react to Nora, before and after we talked about her 'talent' or ability to resist my talent, or whatever the proper term was for it. After a few minutes of talk, and some impromptu planning for getting together tomorrow, Alley headed for her place. 

Grandma and Granddad met us in the mudroom, along with the dogs. Our oldest and wisest female, Eldee, who didn't really like anybody much except occasionally Grandma, went crazy over Nora. When Nora sat next to Grandma on the family room couch, Eldee immediately put her chin right on Nora's feet and went to sleep. That was absolutely unprecedented. Normally she stays 'bewaken': on watchful alert when there is anybody new to her within a quarter of a mile. The talk soon turned to cooking, and I took the opportunity to carry my stuff up to my room and Nora's to my older sister's room, which was functioning as Nora's room for this trip. The other three dogs followed me up the stairs, but Eldee stayed glued to Nora. I looked out at Grandma's big new garden and the big pond that was east of our new house. There was a dirt road that ran just past the pond, and I saw a car on it, which was unusual. The dogs noticed it too, and gave a quick bark, and then streamed down the stairs and out their jumbo sized doggie door. 

.....

When Sarah looked up Robbie's address before the trip, there were two, the newer one had sounded like a standard subdivision, and that was what she had expected. But it turned out to be a road with only one house on it, and it must have been built on ten acres or more, plus a lake next to it. She quickly turned around in the road, which was really Robbie's driveway, before she got too close to the house, and made a wide circle around the place. She found a dirt road east of the lake, and tried to go all the way around the compass, looking for a good observation point. The house had a privacy fence and gardens and dense plantings all around that made seeing into it almost impossible, even with the nice binoculars she brought with her. As she reached the south edge of the road, and turned back toward the west, three big black dogs loped out of the back of the house and started towards her. They couldn't have spotted her! But they stayed parallel to her path around the house, just inside the fence, not barking, but she felt their eyes on her. This was going to be harder than she thought, but Robbie was worth any price!

.....

By the time I got back down the family room, there was already a girl's only grocery and produce shopping trip planned for early tomorrow morning and my dad had arrived. He greeted me warmly, and took the same kind of liking to Nora that Eldee had, also virtually unprecedented, and then took me aside to ask if I had seen the strange car circling the house. Grandma and I took Nora out to the garden, to give her a tour and to gather what was available for supper tonight. It was the very end of the line for the fall outdoor crops, but the greenhouse cheated the seasons pretty well. There were bush beans and squash enough for tonight, plus lettuce, tomatoes, onions and peppers from the greenhouse. My Dad fired up the grill, having already defrosted some venison steaks in anticipation of our arrival, and soon we were sitting down to simple but very nice meal. Afterwards, Grandma and my mom took Nora back into the family room for the inevitable photo album game of 'look at Robbie when he was little' while my Dad and I cleaned up and put the dishes in the dishwasher. This was an old family custom that allowed both groups to talk privately. 

"So, Robbie, I saw your midterm grade report, and it looks like you are on plan for the class work part of things. How is the dating game going?" I was surprised he hadn't just gone for the Nora issue right away. I told him about my early Suzie signal experiences with Janet, the frat mixers, Suzanne, and Lara, and then my bad experience with Melanie. He seemed surprised about me being able to detect Melanie's melt down, saying it took him until he was in his mid twenties to learn to detect that, or that maybe he just didn't encounter anybody as unbalanced as Melanie until then. I told him about Suzanne being the first 'dream girl' that also sent Suzie for me, and my tennis game with Lara, and understanding what Lara had really wanted and needed, and being able to give it to her, and how the relationship with Lara and Suzanne had evolved. 

He whistled. "That can be very touchy stuff, son. I played with that kind of fire a few times when I was younger, and I almost always got my fingers burned, among other things! So tell me about Nora." 

I went through my meeting Nora in the dorm, and seeing how classy she was, but detecting no Suzie from her and being disappointed, then hearing the 'little bubbles', and how easy she was to talk to, and how smart, ...

"Good grief, son. Do you realize how bad you have it for her?"

I told him about Suzanne, and our discussion of wanting Nora to be with both of us, and he looked alarmed. But when I told him about Nora telling me she knew I was a 'talent' and how she could suppress her signals, his face turned a strange shade of grey. "Holy Shit, Robbie, what are the odds? Did you say she was from England?"

He went on to explain that we had distant relatives from England, and some of the males had 'the talent' but only a little bit, but others supposedly had a lot. Most of the 'American' branch of the family had just the low level ability, until My Granddad and then my Dad came along, both with a much stronger 'gift' than anyone before. Then he really shocked me, by telling me that my cousins from Boston, who were supposed to arrive Friday, had all three made it to age eighteen now and showed no hint of any ability at all, even though their father, my uncle, had a little bit of it. My uncle had never told his wife, and he had decided not to tell the boys anything about an ability they were never going to have, and my Dad warned me not to talk to them about it either during their visit. I told him about meeting Cactus Jake, and what he had said about Nora. 

He made a snort. "I have been involved in planning two campaigns that Warner was bankrolling. He does have amazing insight into politicians, but I didn't know that his talents extended to handicapping women."

I told him about my increasing sensitivity in the last few weeks, and about being able to send 'pings' and 'blasts' and reading images on carriers and accessing a woman's 'flight data recorder' and what it revealed to me. He asked me a lot of questions about where the signals were in relation to the ones he knew, and how the images appeared to me. He said he had never heard of anyone being able to do these things, but had heard stories from my great grandmother about some different abilities that some of the distant male relatives from England supposedly had. His first major concern was how closely Nora and I might be related.

By then the three women were calling to us to join them in the family room, where apparently the photo album ritual had just about played out. When we came back in to join them, my mom took one look at my dad's face and knew immediately that something was up. Eldee was still lying at Nora's feet, happy as a clam, in fact the last time I had seen her be this calm and contented was when she was nursing her final litter and she had a pup at every teat. The other dogs, however, were very nervous, and kept going in and out of the doggy door, as if at least one of the three was always on duty outside. 

My Mom rose, taking my Dad by the hand. "Help me make doubly sure that the guest room is ready, dear! Y'all just relax with Grandma for a little while and we'll be right back." 

With that they trooped up the stairs, and I knew my mother would quickly get everything that I had told him out of my Dad. She was nothing if not persistent. Nora and Grandma discussed the division of labor for cooking Thanksgiving dinner, and Nora slowly drew her out about the things she wasn't planning to do this year because of her physical limitations brought on by age. Nora was remarkably patient and insightful, and eventually had my grandmother promising to let Nora do them all, under the guise of teaching her the recipes. Nora had never made cornbread dressing, for example, and she sure didn't know how to make any of the various kinds of tamales that we traditionally had for supper on the night before Thanksgiving and on Christmas Eve. All of this resulted in expanding the shopping list for tomorrow morning's excursion, and adding a few stops for the additional items. 

My parents returned from upstairs, and I was afraid my Mom would organize a card came or something. My stomach was already growling, since I had burned a lot of energy reading Nora's Suzie history in the car, and there had been no dessert after dinner tonight. I began plotting some way to get out for some ice cream, but Nora solved my problem for me.

"Robbie, would you take me to a film tonight? I am too wired to get any sleep yet, and because of my course load in school, I haven't been to one since early September." She already had one picked out on her phone, and my Dad volunteered the keys to his nondescript 'airport car', that spent most of its time in long term parking, and we were on our way. Nora immediately texted Alley and invited her along! WTF?

Nora put her phone away and said "I want to have a talk before we pick up Alley!"

"Is this the part where you ask me whether I wanted Alley to come along or not, or did we skip that part?"

.....

Sarah had found a spot to park where she thought she could watch the comings and goings at Robbie's house, but she couldn't stay here all night, because some passing cop would get very suspicious of any car parked out here instead of at a house. 

.....



"It only takes about three minutes to get to Alley's house, Nora, so talk fast!" I was pissed off, but not exactly sure why.

"Is this our first fight, Robbie?" Nora said in her best upper class British biting tone.

"No. Our first fight would have been when you dressed me down for 'taking advantage of' Suzanne and you were off base then, too!"

"Aren't we stroppy tonight? Why do you treat Alley so poorly? 

"She chased me incessantly all through high school, but I could tell she really didn't like me, if you know what I mean."

"Not like Suzie liked you, you mean?"

"Yes. Plus she was always so pushy and had to have her way and have the last word every time! If her Mom and mine weren't friends, I would have told her off long ago."

"So you suffer in silence and then vent your spleen on me, is that it? And she hasn't been pushy so far. She has been very nice to me!"

"She does seem to have gotten a little nicer, I'll admit that. You two seem like best buddies already."

"I like her, and I'm guessing she has lots of acquaintances but few friends. Can we agree to treat her based on how she acts now, not how she acted in your prep school?" 

By this time we were at Alley's house, and she got in the back seat. "Thank goodness! My mom was about to drive me insane already! I'll go to any movie just to get out of the house!"

.....

Sarah was using her smart phone to try to find a motel room nearby when a pair of moving headlights caught her attention, and dark sedan pulled out of the driveway and headed west toward Preston Road. She followed. They turned north on Preston, and soon pulled up to a house at least twice as big and three times as ostentatious as Robbie's, but on a much smaller lot. That same Alley girl that had driven them up from Austin came out of the house and got into their car. As it pulled back out onto Preston, she caught a glimpse of Robbie driving. Her heart leapt into her throat. Why was her Robbie with those other women instead of her?

She followed them west and south to a giant and brand new looking mall that seemed as big as the entire ESU campus. There was a sixteen screen cinema complex on one end, and that's where Robbie drove. She stayed with them as they parked and went into the theatre entrance, but she took so long parking and did not see which individual screen they went into. She also did not notice that Robbie led the two girls, over protests that they might be late for the start of the film, to an ice cream place inside the mall where he bought a large dish and began to wolf it down. Scanning the show times, she saw three likely movies, and checked all three, not spotting them, and then her cover was almost blown as she just about walked right into Robbie when he put his ice cream dish in a trash can as both of the other girls urged him to hurry up. Luckily, Sarah had on her blonde wig and big white plastic glasses, also suggested by the article she had read. They went into SkyFall, and Sarah took a seat many rows behind them. Robbie sat in the middle with the two interloper girls on either side of him. 

.....

Robbie thought he sensed a strange Suzie signal just before he went into the movie, and it made his hair stand on end. It was not as disturbing as Melanie's meltdown, but it was in that direction and yet it somehow seemed familiar. Maybe it was just being around Alley and Nora plus an insulin reaction to the big dish of ice cream he had just polished off? His hunger pangs were happily almost gone. The girls tugged him into the movie, and suddenly they were all lost in the world of James Bond. Robbie knew he would like to get lost in the arms of Nora Upman.

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Ronnie Roberts chuckled to himself as he thought about his son's return home. Robbie had never done anything by half measures, and his college education was apparently no exception. Ronnie used to be worried that the boy would be born retarded and talentless, but he spoke early, leaned to read early, and when he did start school, immediately got moved up several grades. He seemed to physically mature a little more slowly that most, like most Roberts males did, but when his voice finally began to crack at age 14 he almost immediately began to ask why Suzie Packard made him feel funny, like she was staring at him behind his back. When he went off to ESU, Ronnie was hoping that his boy would just manage to connect with a few woman and get laid his first semester, but it sounded like he already had enjoyed a lot more and better action than Ronnie himself got in four years of learning to use his talent at the University. 

He sure brought home a rattler with that Nora, too. Classy, gorgeous, smart, well spoken, and also some sort of anti-talent? How could Robbie just be friends with someone like that? He was right about her signals, though; they were strangely attenuated, almost like they were being strangled. And he had never, ever seen that suspicious old war hound Eldee take to someone like that, but the tough old bitch was now defending Nora like she had her last litter of puppies, and seemed just as content about it too. The other dogs were acting strange also, and Ronnie had learned to pay attention when any of them did that, much less all four of them. As soon as Robbie and Nora left, the other three dogs stopped running in and out of the doggie door and checking the yard every two minutes, and came in, drank some water, and settled down and went to sleep. Eldee, on the other hand, began going out of the door in their stead. Ronnie watched her, and she went out the driveway and sniffed the air toward the road, perhaps wondering how long until Nora got back? It made him nervous.

.....

Sarah figured her targets would be in the movie for a while, so she found a spot in the food court from which she could watch the movie exits and had some supper. She didn't want to overdo it: she had to keep her figure nice for the wedding. She used Orbitz to find a hotel room in nearby Frisco, Texas, and made a reservation: she was getting a little tired. She used the restroom and then went back to her car, from which she could watch Robbie's car. She just had to make sure not to fall asleep.




My Only Talent Ch. 18



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Both girls gave me hell, but my stomach was growling again and I went back after the movie and got two scoops in a cone, telling them if they didn't want to wait they could walk. The both razzed me about my sweet tooth on the way home. When we got back to Alley's driveway, she said "Robbie, I need to tell you something, and Nora, I want you to hear it too."

I had heard that tone before from multiple females. To me it meant 'turn off the engine we are going to be here for a while' so I did just that. Nora and I both turned toward the back seat expectantly, but I could not even guess what Alley had on her mind.

"I wanted to apologize, Robbie, for the way I acted toward you in high school. I was chasing you, but for all the wrong reasons, and I now realize you had no interest in me at all, sexually, so I just made you feel uncomfortable." 

I got some sort of simultaneous Suzie blip from both of them, sort of the baby version of the way it was when Lara and Suzanne got all fired up and their signals resonated and beat together. Was this mild signal empathy and shared feelings and the other strong one shared passion and ecstasy? I then spoke without thinking, my usual modus operandi. 

"Actually, Alley, I always thought you were nice looking and smart, I was just put off by how aggressive you were, plus I didn't really think I was the man of your dreams either."

She laughed, a sad little burst. "I'll be honest. I was just horny as I could be all the time in high school. I wanted to jump everything in pants. I had it so bad that I actually asked my mother, God forbid, for advice about it. She told me to wait as long as I could until I found 'someone special' but that if I just couldn't wait, I should try to seduce you. I had told her you were one of few guys who hadn't screwed Suzie, and she said you would not gossip and tell everyone if I did go all the way with you. That's why I was so aggressive. You were the only real option!"

That explained a lot. But wait a minute. "It wasn't that I didn't find you attractive Alley, absent all the aggressiveness, but I never 'went all the way' with anybody in high school!

She looked shocked. "Debbie Grossman said she was going to do you after the junior prom, and afterward she said it was fantastic! What about Cecille Dunlavy?"

"Nope. We had some nice make out sessions, but that was it. I promised my parents and grandparents that I would remain celibate until my 18th birthday, and I did."

"But your birthday was after graduation! So even if you found me attractive, you would not have... you mean I never had a chance to get you?"

"Not back then."

She was silent for a minute, and then her face contorted. "My fucking mother! She's besties with your Mom. She must have known about your promise. That's why she sicced me on you! She knew you were safe target that I couldn't hit! That manipulative bitch!"

I suddenly thought of something. "While we're playing truth or dare here, Alley, what about that time at the country club that you lost the top of your suit? Did you do that on purpose?"

She turned so red that it was obvious even with just the light from her porch lantern coming into the car. "That was an accident! But it got me hot as can be, and it freaked my Mom right out, too. In fact, that gives me an idea...."

She opened the car door and I got out so I could walk her to her front door. I paused and she hugged me. "Robbie, if I ask you a big favor will you please help me out with something?"

"Maybe, but I need to know what it is."

"I need to think about it a little more, but Sunday night, right after Thanksgiving, I may want you to take me out somewhere!"

I got back in the car, and Nora tickled me and said "My my, another fit bird that wants to nest with you! I tickled her back and soon found my hands cupping her breasts. We had one quick wonderful kiss, and then she shut herself and me down completely.

"No, I mustn't! Let's please go back to your house."

When we got back my Dad and Eldee were waiting up for us. Nora bid everyone good night and Eldee started up the stairs with her. Nora turned to my dad and asked "Is she allowed to sleep upstairs in a bedroom?"

He laughed. "Eldee and all of our dogs pretty much have the run of the place. She seems to have decided to herd you and guard you, Nora, and I'm not sure we could stop her if we wanted to."

Nora ruffled Eldee's ears. "I would love to have you with me old girl! Let's go." They disappeared up the stairs. I suppose I would have to tell Nora how Eldee and all our dogs were trained, and what they were capable of. Nora may have been the safest young lady in Texas that night. 

I spent a few minutes talking to my Dad about Alley, and her mother. He laughed. "That sounds just like something Alley's mother would do. She sometimes prefers manipulation over honesty. That may backfire on her."

We talked a little more about my experiences at ESU, and I told him about my growing appetite and growling stomach. He said he had the same problem when his talent was 'growing' and his college basketball coach made him drink chocolate milkshakes with raw eggs in them to keep him from losing weight. Damn that sounded good right about now! But I went up the stairs and was asleep in my old bed in less than a minute.

I was determined to sleep in, but I woke at my normal time, with my normal hunger. I smelled bacon downstairs and something else new and enticing. I put on my cold weather running gear, brushed my teeth, and made my way to the kitchen. Nora, Grandma, and my Mom all three had their heads together over a cookbook, in deep discussion. Eldee was happily liggen on the floor between them; wagging her stub of a cropped tail (which she seldom did) and watching me approach. The other dogs were once again circling the fence line warily. 

Grandma was in control of the kitchen this morning. "Get yourself some bacon and eggs, Robbie, and we'll have something new coming out of the oven in just a minute to finish your hunger off. Nora is teaching us how to make proper scones, and we're using the last of the garden blackberries up in the process."

They didn't have to tell me twice, and that explained the wonderful new smell. In a few minutes, Nora served me two hot scones, full of blackberries and pecans, with a little butter. I'd never tasted the like. My dad was not far behind me and was just as impressed as I was with the fare. He was off to meet with a client for the morning, and the kitchen crew left on their shopping trip, leaving me to clean up the kitchen. Eldee seemed offended at not being chosen to go shopping so she hung out with me, not doubt her distant second choice. She sat in the driveway and sniffed the air while I used the running path around the pond, putting in five miles, and then doing a mile sprint, and another mile of jogging to cool down. It felt great, but toward the end I got a hint of that same unhappy Suzie that I heard last night, only weaker. The three younger dogs were stationed at the perimeter fence, watching a grey Volkswagen sedan parked on the road near the neighbor's place. Maybe they had company visiting for Thanksgiving too.

I went back into the kitchen, already hungry, and found a big Tupperware container of incredibly dense fudge and brownies labeled "Robbie" in my grandmother's hand. They were the perfect emergency stash for my sugar cravings. I went back upstairs and took a shower, putting on some regular clothes just in time to help unload the stuff when the cooking party returned from the shopping excursion, which was substantial, and then was informed that lunch would be out, not in, and that I was coming along, or going hungry.

My mom announced her intentions. "First stop is to buy you some new pants Robbie. Your old ones are all too loose at the waist and too tight in the butt and thighs."

"Well I have been running a lot more since I got to ESU, Mom!"

"That would explain your waist and thighs perhaps, but not your burgeoning bubble butt! What have you actually been doing?"

Nora sniggered from the back seat, and then said in her cutting English schoolgirl accent "Perhaps lots of 'traveling lunges', Master Robbie?"

Luckily we had arrived at the mall, forestalling further such conversation. A few horrible childhood memories were resurrected while I tried on enough pants of various varieties to convince my mother than no standard sizes, which my existing pants all were, could hope to fit me properly anymore. When the salespeople threw up their hands, my mother was undeterred. "Nordie's" she declared, and we walked all the way to the other end of the mall to the store. The guy in the men's department took one look and immediately understood the problem, although his eyes seemed to linger on my ass a little longer than I liked. He asked us to wait and called out a guy in his sixties who was a real live tailor, not a clerk. He took some measurements, and asked me to come back in two hours for a fitting. That sounded like our cue for lunch, and I was already starving.

My mother would never be caught dead in a food court, so we left the mall and headed further south on Preston to Whole Foods, were we raided the salad bar. It was a step up from the dorm serving lines, albeit more expensive, and weighing your plate was different touch. Back to Nordstrom's, and a second fitting, and this had the tailor muttering about another two hour wait. Nora and my Grandma headed for Williams-Sonoma, and my mom made a beeline for the women's department, leaving me to my own devices for two hours. I had actually never been to this mall before, so a quick look around was in order. I began using the old 'follow the right hand wall' plan to try to cover everything, and realized that even after my morning run I still craved more exercise. I also found another ice cream place and took the edge off my nascent after lunch hunger. As I began to see how many attractive women were walking around this place, I realized that I craved something else, too. I wanted to keep my no masturbation policy in effect, but in the present situation I had no real date prospects lined up, and I really wanted someone besides myself to comment positively on the size of my first ejaculation in a while. 

I got to the end of long hallway and sat on the only bench that was available, deciding to lurk and listen for Suzie signals. The logistics were not favorable, as I had to be back to meet my Mom in about an hour and forty minutes. I was outside a dress shop that catered to upscale professional women, usually in their thirties or forties. I knew that girls my age generally considered it a store for their mothers and not for them, but given my recent MILF and even GILF sensitivities that was not necessarily a bad thing. The first woman to emerge reminded me of Mrs. Douglass, my thirty-something and widowed first sex teacher, and that reminder caused a very predictable circulatory reaction. I would have to stay seated for a while. The woman clicked by proudly on her medium heels, but sadly sent no Suzie for me. 

I remembered my Mom's rejoinder about not having any one night stands, but what about one hour zipless fucks? What if the woman wanted exactly the same thing that I did? Was my Suzie receiver good enough to gauge the risk of such an encounter? I knew I could probably screen out the next Melanie, but could I tell enough to assess the STD risk of a merely promiscuous woman? All else being equal, I seriously questioned if an older woman who would pick up an eighteen year old guy at the mall two days before Thanksgiving really qualified as a low risk kind of sex partner. 

.....

Sarah was very unhappy. Robbie was finally alone in the mall, but he was way down at the end of a long corridor, and she didn't want to approach such that he might recognize her, even in this wig and glasses, and she couldn't be sure that she had not worn this same outfit to Rhetoric & Composition once, and that it might trigger his recall. He was just sitting on that bench. Was he waiting for someone? Another lover?

.....

A nice looking woman in her forties emerged from the dress shop, smiled, and even sent some Suzie for me, but as she strutted by I noticed a big engagement ring and wedding band on her finger. I didn't need any special talent to figure her out. 

One of the salesgirls came out, sat on the other end of the bench a moment, and said "Doing a little MILF watching perhaps?"

She sent no Suzie, and stank of tobacco, so I assumed she was on her way to a smoke break. Somehow she got under my skin a little bit. I looked her up and down, and replied "You don't seem the type for that, but each to his own."

"I didn't mean me, you idiot, I meant you ogling the customers!"

"Well, the last two were pretty nice looking, and THEY smelled good."

Her face turned hard as stone, and she stood up and walked toward the nearest exit. On her way she stopped and talked briefly to a security guard, who gave me a dirty look as she continued on her way out to smoke. Perhaps they were cigarette buddies, but he did not join her outside. Instead, he started toward me. Oh boy. Well, at least it would keep me from thinking about sex for a while, and I could try out some of the stuff Kevin had passed on from his father. I turned on the audio recording app in my phone, with the little special feature from my hacker friend Cisco that saved the recording to the phone company voicemail server every few seconds, and spotted at least two security cameras that should be covering me.

The guard had a body like "Paul Blair: Mall Cop" and a face like Barney Fife. "Time for you to move on out of the mall, boy!" he said loudly.

I hoped Kevin's dad knew his stuff. "Sir, are you a sworn peace officer operating under color of your authority?" I knew he wasn't, because a real cop would have handled the situation a lot better, even if I was actually loitering. 

I could tell he had never been asked that question. I was not even sure he knew what I meant, which was a formal way to say 'you are just a rent a cop'. I deliberately skipped the next logical part about him potentially being an authorized agent of the mall's owners, and went right on, loudly enough for the recording, "I'll take your silence as a "NO". Are you making a citizen's arrest, and prepared to take on all legal liability that entails?"

This time he did open his mouth, but nothing came out.

"I'll take that as a "NO" also. Are you attempting to kidnap me, Sir?"

He found his voice. "I am the guy that's going to beat your ass is you don't move on, shit head!"

"I don't think such profanity it appropriate, and I am sure your employer would not approve. On what basis are you asking me to leave?"

"I'm not asking, shithead, I'm telling. You are loitering and I am throwing your ass out of here!"

I looked at his name tag, "Well, Jerry, are you prepared to tell the REAL police how you know I'm loitering? Because I have two very recent merchant receipts in my pocket, and I am sure several cameras recorded me trying on clothes and making those other purchases. And there are at least three witnesses and two cameras watching us right now. So I am afraid you would end up apologizing to me, and maybe losing your job. Is that what you want?"

He smiled. "Those cameras don't have audio, dumbass. As far as they can tell, I am just asking you to leave on the basis of a complaint from a woman who works in a store here. When you made a verbal threat towards me, I was forced to defend myself, all in policy, plus I get to enjoy messing up your face!"

He suddenly drew a little collapsible baton, and took a stance like he was going to hit me with it. I didn't have time to think, but it triggered the reflexes I developed when playing doubles tennis, to make sure my partner's racket didn't hit me in the face. I ducked, sidestepped, and took two steps back, watching him warily. Unfortunately, I didn't have a tennis racquet to block his next swing with. He lunged toward me, but tripped on the bench and went down in a heap. 

For the benefit of the witnesses, and my recorder, I loudly said "Would someone please call the cops? I am afraid this nut is going to cause me serious bodily injury!" I took several more steps back. The cameras would clearly show that he was pursuing me, not responding to a threat, and the audio recording should seal the deal. 

"What's the problem here, Jerry?"

This guy looked like the supervisor, or sergeant, or whatever you call him. I couldn't tell how much he had seen, but I did sense that he wasn't Jerry's biggest fan. 

"No problem, Sir. I just tripped over the bench."

The supervisor looked at me, then back to Jerry. I shrugged, and said. "I'm sure you will check the security tapes as a matter of course. That should tell you all you need to know." Jerry looked very nervous at this. By this time the stinky smoking salesgirl had returned, perhaps to gloat. I showed her that the recording app was running on my phone. "This young lady may be able to shed some light, too." I did not tell her when I had started the recording. 

She spoke to the supervisor, and he asked her a couple of questions, and then turned toward me. "Sorry for the misunderstanding, Sir."

I got back to meet my Mom at Nordstrom's with about two minutes to spare. Grandma was waiting for me.

"Your mom and Nora went off looking for something upstairs. They'll be back in few minutes. Meanwhile, I wanted to ask you about your 'birder' girlfriend, and Nora. Do they know each other?"

"I don' think so. My birder girl got a job offer in England, so she is heading out right after graduation in May to take a job as some sort of entry level museum curator, apparently quite a rare starting position in her field. Suzanne, Nora's friend that I have been dating since September, knows about the other girl."

She looked at me sideways. "How did strip birding go?"

"I learned a lot, grandma. Be sure to pass along my special thanks again to the Hocheim's. Their place is fantastic. I don't think I will even forget my first Whooping Crane, nor my first Black Legged Kittiwake. Very memorable, but I'm not planning to change majors to Ornithology."

"Does she know you really liked her?"

"Grandma, I can honestly say she will always remember that I worshipped her when we were together." Grandma smiled.

Nora returned with my Mom, who took me back to the tailor again. She had ordered four pairs of pants altered for me: grey, navy, and two in khaki. I could sense some Christmas presents coming, too. I thought my long ordeal was over, but then she insisted that I select two suits, since my current ones were several years old and wouldn't fit either. The tailor said he now had my measurements on file, and he could alter them and have them ready for pick up tomorrow after 4. They were a considerable upgrade from my current suits, which were both 2 for 1 JC Penney specials that weren't exactly top of the line to begin with. I had to admire his salesmanship as he reminded my mother that now that since my measurements were on file, she could order any clothing from their store for me and they could alter it and ship it to me with almost no effort on her part. 

The rest of the afternoon was taken up with cooking and planning for cooking. Mom, Grandma, and Nora scheduled themselves like surgeons, with Eldee guarding Nora at all times, and my Dad and I were like operating room technicians, responding to their demands to fetch, peel, chop, boil, and anything else they demanded. All of the ovens were in play, and most of the stove burners. Nora was fascinated by the tamale making process, and I was getting hungry anticipating dinner tomorrow night. But there was light at the end of the cooking tunnel, as my Dad and I were detailed to go pick up my cousins at the airport. Before we left, I spent a few minutes alone with Nora, telling her about the dogs, and warning her about not discussing anyone's 'talents' around my cousins when they arrived, and I told her why. She looked sober and said that she understood. I kissed her, and she kissed me back. She also told me that we had a date with Alley for the Sunday night after Thanksgiving: Alley was going on a little 'adventure' and we were going to be her wingmen.




My Only Talent Ch. 18



My Dad and I headed out to get my cousins, counter-commuting on the way in toward the airport, but we knew we would be in the thick of rush hour traffic on the way back to the house. He had a flight tracker pulled up on his phone, and he was a grandmaster at timing flight arrivals at DFW. Their flight was delayed, as usually happened with those DFW segments originating at BOS or LGA, but not too long. We met Uncle Ted and Aunt Martha, and all three sons: Teddie, Mikee, and Jeffie (you just can't make this stuff up) and then went down to the baggage carousels to collect their luggage. When we finally got it all loaded, we made for home, and crawled through the rush hour traffic, congested even on the toll ways.

By the time we got back, it was almost completely dark outside, and the three younger dogs were out riding the fence again. My Mom began greeting everyone warmly, but when Jeffie walked in the door, Eldee went on red alert, barking at him like she had found the bad guy while on revieren. My dad put her on a zit, and then took Jeffie by the arm and moved him closer to her. She quivered, but did not bark. She nosed him, right on his shirt pocket. 

Dad said "What have you got in there?"

"Nothing. None of your business."

"Did you bring dope here on the airplane?" Uncle Ted asked gruffly.

"It's just pot. It's practically legal. And you freak out if I drink with my buddies!" 

Uncle Ted shook his head, "You stupid fucking piece of shit!" 

Ah the never ending joy of family visits during the holidays! A few moments later I heard the toilet flushing. This might explain all three cousins' lack of developing their 'talent'. I recalled my Dad saying that regular use of drugs or alcohol, especially before the age of 17, or using 'E' anytime, can reduce or even extinguish our abilities. I hope they had really enjoyed whatever they used, considering what they may have given up. And two of these brilliant young gentlemen would be staying in the bedroom right between mine and the one Nora was in. Perfect. Not a dull minute! At least I knew that Eldee was a very light sleeper, and wouldn't tolerate any intrusion into Nora's space. 

Mom and Grandma had set up a giant and very well stocked sandwich buffet in the kitchen, complete with several cold salads, pickles, olives, and veggies and chips with dips. The family trooped through in various moods. My first thought was to sit outside on one of the patio tables facing the garden. Even though it was dark and cold, it felt better to me than sitting inside in the bosom of our extended family right now. Nora soon joined me, with a couple of dainty half sandwiches, but also a big helping of Grandma's unique German mustard potato salad. I had never seen her eat so heartily.

"This stuff is incredible! Better than any I had in Germany. How does she do it?"

"Well, that's her secret, but I can tell you she grows three different kinds of potatoes for it, and makes up the sauce about three days in advance so it can 'brew' as she terms it. She also uses three different kinds of mustard, and some kind of special vinegar, too. I have never tasted anything even vaguely like it, either. I have to warn you, though, it gives you strange dreams!"

"What kind of dreams?"

"It might affect you differently, but for me they are always exotic and erotic."

"Did they ever include seeing Alley topless or naked?" She smiled like she had a secret.

"No!" Where in the world did that come from? "What's up?"

She smiled again. "That's what we are going to help Alley out with Sunday night. She did get a big sexual thrill out of losing her top at the swimming pool, and it drove her mother absolutely crazy. I am not sure which is the prime motivator, but she is planning to enter the 'amateur night' contest at some strip club. She wants me to be her wingman, you to be our escort, and I think she really hopes that her mother actually will find out!"

Wheels were turning in my head. Austin may be the live music capitol of the world, but Dallas is probably the title holder for 'gentlemen's clubs'. In between downtown and DFW there is a cluster of a dozen fancy ones, and a perimeter of more downscale competitors around them. Each and every club claims to have the best looking dancers, the best food, and the best drinks, and they all compete for the image of being the most 'upscale', named for diamonds, gold, silver, platinum and maybe next even unobtainium. They offer free limo service to the club (but not always back), shoe shine stands, 'business centers', VIP rooms, cigar bars, and tasting rooms for single malt scotch, not to mention the overpriced bottles of cheap champagne that the customers buy the girls. And they all hold 'amateur nights' with cash prizes. The contestants are usually new dancers hoping to get hired, wives looking to spice things up a bit with hubby (or anyone else who may be interested), and the occasional 'true amateur' who is just trying to make her rent this month. The clientele ranges from rich bankers to mid level drug dealers to low income fools who just got paid and will blow their whole check in an hour or two. 

"Which club?"

Nora thought a minute. "I think she said it's the one where all the pro football players hang out?"

That would cover at least two of them, also where the concentration of super macho and drunk drug dealers and gang bangers was highest. "That place has more guns and knives per square foot than most gun stores! It is not a good choice. But if she really insists, there is a place that is much safer, and also where word might be more likely to get back to her mother!"

Nora looked intrigued. I picked up my phone, scrolled through my contacts, and dialed. "Hey Bigun, its Robbie, are you still working at 'Babe's Club'?"

Michael "Bigun" Jackson looked nothing like his unfortunate namesake. He was white-blonde, 6' 6' tall, and well over 330 lbs. He was about 3 years older than me and had played 'nose tackle' on our high school football team, and excelled at being an immovable object in the middle of the line. He would soak up at least three blockers while the linebackers behind him made all the tackles. He spent at leasts three hours a day in the gym from the time he as 13, and was rumored to have once 'bench pressed a Volkswagen". I wouldn't bet against it. He had dated my older sister for a while, until she gave him that kiss of death phrase 'I like you but as a friend'. He also refused to call on Suzie, and he and I would sometimes commiserate when he picked my sister up or dropped her off. He was a genuine good guy, but with some hard luck. 

He got a football scholarship to WTTU, but flunked out spectacularly, majoring in beer and babes, finally getting lots of 'fat little girl friends', as his former coach Spike Bleach used to call them, but just he didn't make it to enough of his classes to pass any of them. When he came back to town and started taking junior college where my mother taught accounting, he got an evening job as a bouncer in one of the second tier strip clubs. I helped him get through most of his classes, and he used to regale me with tales of the stupid stuff the strip club customers did. He was one of the best bouncers they ever had, because nobody ever thought seriously about taking him on, and when he needed to throw someone out he just gently picked them up and carried them outside, with little wear and tear on the customer or the furniture, and there was no shame to having the 'Bigun' toss you out. It was sort of a badge of honor. He finished junior college and started school at UTA, studying business, and soon became the assistant manager of the club.

"Yeah, I'm home for Thanksgiving, and wanted to touch base with you, and ask you a question. I have a friend who is determined to dance at amateur night somewhere, and I wondered if I bring her over to Babe's if you would watch out for her?"

"Well, you might know her. I used to call her "Alley Shitty'. Yeah, that's the one. Yeah, I think she wouldn't mind that: something about teaching her mother a lesson. No kidding!"

"Okay, Sunday night, about ten? OK, buddy, I'll see you then, and drinks are one me. Really? I don't either. Ok!"

I polished off my sandwiches, and then went back to the impressive display of cookies and candy Grandma had put out. She made stuff you could not get anywhere else: anise seed cookies, homemade licorice, little one bite rhubarb tarts, and some strange herbal candies she called her 'special horehound' drops. They were dusted with sugar like lemon drops, except they were brown and square, and they tasted like nothing else I had ever had. I always liked them, but she didn't make them very often. 

I loaded up my plate, and Nora got a few of them and some of the other more unusual choices, and then Grandma stopped us at the end of the line. 

"Robbie, take it easy on the horehound drops. You liked them even when you were little and most kids don't, and now that you are past eighteen they may have some new and different affects on you, if you take my meaning. And, Nora, dear, I have no idea what they may do to you!"

Grandma must have gotten the full briefing from Mom, after Mom had gotten dad to spill all the beans. Nora smiled and said, "Well, I have Eldee to watch over me tonight!" and took about half as many of the drops as I had. Mom was talking to Aunt Martha, presumably assuring her that all of them were invited to the open house at Alley's. The cookies and candy tasted better than ever, and Nora and I both polished ours off quickly. Nora gave me a funny look as we washed off our plates and put them in the dishwasher. 

Of our visiting family, only Aunt Martha wanted to go to the open house with us, and I think Uncle Ted planned to stay home to watch over his three boys, who were planning on watching TV, and it might have been wise. The rest of us loaded up in the car and headed for Alley's house. Her parents had been doing an open house like this for years, even in their old house, and the guests were a mix of the families of some of my high school friends, some of Alley's dad's employees, her mother's real estate clients, and a few other neighbors. It seemed like a lot longer than 6 months since I had seen some of these people at school, and I was interested to find out what my newly developed Suzie abilities would tell me that I had never noticed before. 

One the way over, I got another text:

SUZANNE: still sad and bored. I finished grading papers and that was most fun so far!

ROBBIE: ({}) 

SUZANNE: not looking forward to Thanksgiving dinner in the hospital cafeteria

ROBBIE: wish you were here instead

SUZANNE: they exercise him manually and talk to him all day hoping for a response. I am helping. It hurts.

SUZANNE:he has lost 40 lbs of muscle and it kills me to see him but maybe we can still get through to him.

ROBBIE: ({}) 

.....

Sarah saw the headlights of a car leaving Robbie's house, and followed it over to that Alley chick's big fancy house. There were so many cars parked along the street that she couldn't get close enough to see if Robbie was actually in the car, and she didn't want all those people going in and out of the house to see her. Her frustration knew no bounds, and she knew she had to leave for Texarkana soon. She drove back to Robbie's house and drove into the driveway. She was going to walk right up and ring the doorbell and see if he was there, and if he was, demand some answers. She pulled in from the road, and drove boldly up to the front of the house. She parked her car, but before she could open the door, she realized that she was now surrounded by four big black dogs: left, right, rear, and front. They looked almost identical, but the one in front was a little smaller and had some grey markings on its head. Sarah reached for her door handle, but the dog in the front moved over toward the driver's side door and growled. The message could not have been clearer. 

Sarah sat still, and so did the dogs, watching her closely. She realized they were not going to let her get out of the car. She made a decision. No need to get a hotel room for tonight and watch in the morning. She would go on to Texarkana now to have turkey dinner at her grandmother's house with her family. Staying here too long would raise too many questions from her mom. But she would spend all of her free time planning, and when she got back to ESU, she would put her plans in effect. By Christmas, she knew would have the best gift of all, Robbie!

.....

The open house was pretty much what I expected, but the Suzie signals were not. I heard subtleties and overtones I had never detected before, and saw instant detailed images without consciously finding the carriers and having to concentrate on them. I felt an undercurrent of connection with Nora, like there were hot little signals bouncing back and forth between us. Mrs. Demetrius, our old neighbor who had lived next door to Mrs. Douglass, was sending some serious Suzie for her husband, all very conventional, but some of the images I was receiving of her plans for him were anything but. The Wilkerson's, who lived next door to Alley, had invited another couple over to relax in the hot tub after the open house, and Mrs. Wilkerson was planning on suggesting that they all forego suits in the tub, just to see what might happen, and she certainly knew what she wanted to happen. 

Nora seemed to get along well with everyone, and several people made the same kind of comments to me that Cactus Jake Warner had about how lucky I was to have found her. When I made eye contact with her across the room, I got this incredible feeling of warmth and acceptance, as if she already felt for me what Lara or Suzanne did after one of our marathon multi-orgasmic sex sessions. I gently tried to access her flight data recorder, and found it wide open and effortless to read, even though she was wide awake and actively engaged in a conversation. Man, whatever was in Grandma's horehound drops must be amazing stuff. 

When we got back home, all three cousins plus Uncle Ted were playing spades at the card table, with MTV on the LCD in the family room and Aunt Martha was reading a book at the kitchen table. All four dogs were inside for the first time since I had been home, and the three young ones had stationed themselves right outside the family room, essentially between the cousins and the rest of the house. Eldee was in the kitchen, but she instantly came over to Nora, and sat for a greeting, again something I had only seen her do occasionally, even for Grandma, who was already upstairs asleep. Nora sat on the couch in the sun room that adjoined the kitchen and Mom and Dad and Aunt Martha bid us all goodnight and headed to their bedroom. Eldee circled around and herded me toward Nora, and kept shoulder blocking my leg until I sat next to Nora. As soon as I did, Eldee curled up, touching Nora's feet, and contently went to sleep. 

Nora smiled at me, and said "I want to tell you some things!"

I took her hand and said, "Me too, but ladies first."

She looked a little uncomfortable as she began. "Do you remember when you said that if I would show you my feelings for you, that you would show me yours?"

I nodded, thinking back to the wonderful things I had seen in Alley's car, and just felt at the open house.

"Well, when I went to sleep in the car I assumed you would be able to sense my signals for you. Did you?

I decided it would never be right to hold back anything from Nora. "Yes, and I liked what I found. I also now know all about Hannah and Jalen, and your feelings for Suzanne, too. "

She stared at me slack jawed, amazed. Obviously she didn't anticipate that kind of extensive disclosure. "Oh my God! How do you react to ...what you learned about, me and ...them?"

I held her hand even more firmly. "My first thought is still valid: they had the good taste to be attracted to you, and bad judgment in the way they treated and ultimately lost you. I think I need to show you my feelings now." I bundled up all of my visions of her, and the amazing response I had when she sent hers. It wasn't a Suzie blast; it was more a gentle flow, increasing as I found her accepting it. I showed her my joy in being with Suzanne, and Lara, and Millie, and showed how I already felt that for her even though we had never spent a night together. Her eyes grew very wide. Maybe I should have held back, but I showed her my revulsion at the ugliness I found in Melanie's meltdown, and she almost lost consciousness. 

Then she looked at me with shock. "Those images came from you that night at the dorm! That was the worst nightmare I have ever had. I felt horrible for days. Maybe my parents were right to warn me away from men like you." That was definitely not what I wanted to hear, and she looked really shaken. "But now I know how you feel, and I appreciate your honesty. I need some time to think, and I still need to talk to my parents before I make any decision." Eldee looked at both of us funny, tilting her head from side to side, made a little whining noise, and then followed Nora up the stairs.

Thanksgiving dinner turned out to be incredible. Thanks to Nora's help, my Grandma made all of the wonderful old dishes that I remembered as a little kid, and Nora made some kind of sweet potato casserole that even I liked, and some gingerbread bar 'brownies' that blew me away. Even the cousins went crazy for all the food and Nora and my grandma seemed to have really bonded. She praised Nora as a quick learner and for how well the old family recipes were executed, and I was so full that I was almost somnambulant as the ESU football game began. I should have gone directly to sleep, because the football team already had. It was a disaster, 'nuff said. There was a great selection of wonderful leftovers to help sooth my football disappointment, but Nora remained a little stand offish toward me, even though Eldee continued to herd us toward each other at every opportunity. Sunday afternoon we took the Boston crew to the airport, and I think everyone felt better after that, including them.

Nora announced to my parents that we were going out with Alley tonight, maybe to meet up with some of her sorority friends or drop into a party or 'go someplace to dance', so we would be out very late. Very smoothly worded, I thought: should we call her a barrister or a solicitor? But she was golden with my folks, but Grandma did suggest taking Eldee along for security, which we laughed off, but also said she felt good that I would be designated driver for the evening. Both girls wanted to leave at lot earlier than I did, but I explained to them that according to Bigun, amateur night usually went very late into the night, and the final winner would likely not be announced until 2 AM or so, and if we got there by 10 PM we would be fine. On the way over, they giggled and told me about studying stripper moves from Google yesterday to prepare Alley's dance routine, and learning how to make up Alley's 'stripper name' from her middle name and the name of the street her family lived on when she was born. Tonight Alley would enter the contest as 'Constance Normandy', and I could already hear a pretty strong Susie signal as 'Constance' visualized her exhibitionist fantasies. She would get lots of applause, too. She wouldn't have the biggest chest, but I'll bet she would have the prettiest face and hair, and if the audience caught her vibe of a first time stripper that loved living out her fantasy, they would really appreciate her act. She might even win.

We got to Babe's at 10, and sure enough we had to wait. Bigun came out and showed us to a table right up front: I introduced him to Nora, and he spoke up and said hello to Alley and said that he remembered her from Prosperous High. She turned pasty white, and then red, but then got this sly look, perhaps as she imagined her mother hearing about all this. But then I detected a moderate Suzie signal from Alley that chirped and then sounded steadily, for none other than Michael 'Bigun' Jackson.




My Only Talent Ch. 18



A few minutes later a really hot looking girl in her late twenties named Donna came out, and said Bigun had asked her to come by and give Alley a few tips. She told Alley she had a great face and a great ass, and Alley giggled. She said Alley should play up those features during her routine. She told her to take off her skirt early in her first dance, and show the audience her ass a lot, and then to wait to take her top off right at the end of the number, so the audience would anticipate and enjoy the 'breast reveal' but not have time to compare her 34C's to some the other dancers. They went over Alley's music choices and agreed on the points in the first song at which she would take off her skirt and then her top.

But then things got much more interesting, when Alley said "And I guess I'll just do the same thing for the second song, then."

Donna smiled patiently. "Well, in a word, no, dear. The second song will be very different, and usually decides the winner. You will start out topless, and then by the end of the song take off your panties."

Alley froze. Clearly she had not done her homework. "But I thought you couldn't have fully nude dancers in a club where you serve alcohol!" Nora sputtered, but said nothing. 

Donna smiled. "That's why the contest runs so late, honey! We make a last call for drinks about 1 AM, and then stop serving alcohol right before the final round of the contest begins. It works out great!"

Alley was clearly not ready for this. Topless she had prepared herself for, but fully nude was not what she was expecting. Then I saw her face change, and heard her Suzie wax incredibly. It was a veritable beacon in the night! She could not only do this final dance, she was ready and willing, and she wanted Bigun to watch. In fact, I'm not sure anyone could have stopped her. 

Nora said "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Alley gulped and said yes, and then Nora winked at her. Donna gave her some tips on the final song, urging her to finish up by standing with her back to the audience, looking over her shoulder coquettishly, before dropping her panties, again emphasizing her ass, and then, after she stripped off the panties, putting her legs wide apart, bending over to look at the audience upside down through her spread legs, highlighting both her ass and face. 

Alley's Suzie signal went crazy, apparently as she visualized what she would do. She liked it, and she hoped 'Bigun' did too! Nora whispered in Donna's ear then Donna whispered back in hers, and rose to leave the table. "I'll see you back in the dressing room. I'll try to put you on late in the group for the first dance. So think hot and sexy, girl!"

The DJ at the club was just as big an asshole as every one of them that I had ever heard of, but his act seemed to be what the audience was expecting, and they were drinking and cheering at a rapid pace for the regular dancers, and obviously anticipating some fresh meat coming up on stage soon. The DJ announced the start of the contest and the first 'little lady' who was described as a housewife from Irving. There were loud cheers as she took the stage: this was obviously not her first time there, and she was pretty good, at least, I enjoyed her work immensely. The second dancer was even better, and soon Alley was moving around to the music in her seat. The third dancer was even better still, her 'topless reveal' displaying some spectacularly erect nipples, and frankly, it was getting hot in here. I ordered another diet coke. 

Donna appeared at the dressing room door and motioned to Alley. She gulped, and then rose and went through the door. It really was getting hot in here. The next dancer was named Charlotte, and she claimed to be from Charlotte, North Carolina, and she was spectacular. I drained my Diet Coke and waved for another. 

Nora put her hand on my thigh under the table and said "My, my, Mr. Roberts! I am surprised to find that you seem to be the kind of bounder that responds to such shameless displays. Should I be jealous?"

Bigun appeared at the table and whispered to Nora. "Alley wants you to come back to the dressing room." He smiled at me as if to say "I'll take care of them' and then went back to guard the dressing room door. 

I was really looking forward to catching Alley's act; especially since I had a verbal preview of it would be like and had been trying to visualize it, just to help out, of course. The stage lights went down, and then came back on and a song called 'Closer' by Nine Inch Nails began to play. I had only heard it a few times, but it did seem to lend itself to stripping. Alley stepped out into the spotlight, and I stopped breathing. She stood out like a model shooting a Niemen-Marcus ad at the state fair. She was so much better looking than the other dancers it was stunning, plus it was just different because I knew her. She seemed to be looking right at me, but I'm sure it just looked that way because I was at a table right up front. She did take her skirt off right away, and her legs looked better than all the other contestants I had seen, especially when she kept her back to audience and kept bending over slightly. She was smiling widely and moving very nicely in time with the music, but I was not familiar enough with the song to realize that it was about to end. She moved right over to the front of the stage, shook her ass and legs to the hoots and catcalls from the audience, and then whipped off her top, throwing it right onto our table as she raised her arms up toward the ceiling, as the song ended and the lights went down. The audience hooted and stomped their feet. I almost passed out, as I had forgotten to breathe for most of the song. 

A few deep breaths later, Alley sat down next to me wearing a terrycloth robe, and a wicked grin. She gave me a hug, and I told her, quite honestly 'You were spectacular! You were by far the hottest dancer up there!" I had trouble reconciling her with the girl I had tried to avoid in high school. Her general Suzie signal was reaching new levels of intensity, probably in anticipation of her next dance, but her 'specific Suzie' for Bigun was even stronger. I struggled to ask her 'Where's Nora?"

She smiled in a funny way. "I think she is using the bathroom."

I couldn't help looking at Alley in that robe. She seemed to be enjoying my discomfort. I made myself talk again. "How long will it be until the second round of the contest begins?"

She looked at her nails casually, and smiled primly. "Oh, not too long, but I think there is one more contestant for the first round." She turned to watch the stage. Her Suzie signal for him spiked hotly when Bigun came over and sat down next to her.

"You were fantastic, Alley. You are easily the most beautiful girl that has ever danced here!" She stared at him adoringly, and he smiled at her in the same way. 

The DJ then announced the final first round contestant, as a Nelly song called "Hot in Here" began to play. "Ladies and Gentlemen, our final dancer, from England, is Miss Elizabeth Eaton Square!"

I looked up onto the stage and saw a goddess, with a perfect figure, perfect skin, haunting grey eyes, and a white feather sticking straight up in her platinum hair, and two white fans made of similar feathers held up demurely in front of her chest. I tried to stand up, but the Bigun put a hand on my shoulder to keep me in my seat. I tried to breathe, but found I could not. Nora began moving and twisting to the song, which was a long hip hop number with a grinding beat and multiple references to stripping. She had on a super small bikini bottom and nothing else, and was showing just about everything to the audience but her breasts which she masterfully kept just under those fans. I realized I was just about to go into shock. She showed the underside of her breasts, or the top, or the side, but you never saw the whole thing, and you wanted to, very badly. She had a look on her face like she really wanted to show you, but she just couldn't decide whether to or not, and the audience was absolutely screaming for her to do so. She made eye contact with me and it took all the air out of my lungs, and I got light headed. 

I barely noticed that Alley had put her hand on my thigh, and therefore I didn't wonder why. Nora had me riveted with her gaze, and the song was clearly just about end with a bumping finish. Just as the last beat sounded, Nora held my eyes to hers and held her hands above her head like a football referee signaling a touchdown. Her breasts were the most wonderful things I had ever seen. I could look at them forever. But on the count of three, the lights went down, and my heart broke, because I could not see them anymore. Then Alley reached down and casually groped my crotch! 

"Why Robbie Roberts! I am surprised that you still have any blood anywhere else in your body." The audience was stomping and screaming for an encore. I was of two minds about that, both quite insane. 

The DJ came back on mic and made the last call for drinks before the final round of the contest began. I wondered if they served oxygen, because I desperately needed more than I had. The audience slowly quieted down, and began to concentrate on tossing down a few more drinks before the dancers began again. I was still using all my powers of concentration to breathe. Nora strutted over wearing the same kind of terrycloth robe that Alley had on. There were catcalls and growls from virtually every male nearby as she sat at the table. Alley made a signal to her had held up with her thumb and forefinger touching together to make a circle and I didn't know if she was saying 'your dance was perfect' or 'this is how big his cock got'. Nora smiled wickedly.

I sputtered at her."What, ...what were you thinking? Why did you go up there?"

She smiled again. "Well, Robbie, I do have your telephone call on hold, so to speak, but I haven't hung up on you yet! So I want to make sure that I hold your interest for a while, don't I?"

I could only gawk at her. 

"And instead of just experiencing vicariously the thrill Alley was obviously getting, I decided to get a little skin in the game, so to speak, and feel the real thing myself! I seem to recall a discussion with Suzanne about how she was afraid she had 'missed her wild college days' until you helped to wake her up. Perhaps you are doing the same for me." 

Donna came back over to talk to both girls, and there were some very pointed comments from the tables around us as to why three hot girls were sitting with me instead of with other paying customers and voting audience members. Nora and Alley both smiled and waved, but stayed put, and so did Bigun, which discouraged any further action. Donna began circulating through the crowd and pumping them up further for the final round, if that was possible. 

The first contestants started the second round, and the 'fully nude' reveals were spectacular. My new talent at receiving male signals proved disconcerting: there were so many of them in here I just wanted to run and hide. I tried to concentrate on the signals from the dancers only, and they were quite varied. I decided to try to focus on Alley and Nora's signals and try to shut out everything else. After a few more of the other dancers finished, Alley and Nora went backstage with Bigun as an escort, and I sat alone at the table in anticipation, along with everyone else in the audience. I got a few snide comments about not being to handle girls like that, and almost wished I had brought Eldee along with us, but as soon as Alley took the stage for her final dance, no one there was even thinking about me anymore, including me.

An old Prince song called "Cream' began to play, and it sounded like 70's disco merged with the themes from old porn films, but it was definitely a hot and charged up beat. Seeing Alley start out being topless and knowing how she was going to end up was even more shocking than I thought. I focused in on her Suzie signals and tried to understand what this dance meant to her. Maybe it was the after effects of Grandma's candy, or being more connected to her over the last few days, but I really felt plugged in to her. Alley was enjoying herself, yet she was still scared and excited by being afraid. My next few impressions might more correctly be described as hunches or interpretations rather that specifically deciphered signals, but I was convinced that Alley would never do this again. Her exhibitionist drive did not outweigh her 'normal' modesty. There was also another signal I recognized but could not decode its meaning: I had heard it before from Nora, and I knew I had heard it from other woman, but I couldn't tease out the common factor and what it may mean. Alley then surprised us all. Very early in the song, when the lyrics said something like 'you are filthy cute and you know it', she took off her panties and did the full bend over routine that we thought would not happen until the very end. Donna was certainly right about Alley's ass being a wonderful feature, but I was devastated by her amazing asshole. It was pretty, and pink, and puckered, and I wanted it. I wanted to touch it, play with it, learn about it, tease it, kiss it, and do all the wonderful things to it that I had learned from Mrs. Douglas and had practiced so happily on Lara, Suzanne, Millie, and Peggy. I am not sure if the rest of the audience had the same exact reaction that I did, but they certainly liked her act, and suddenly hundreds of hands were clapping to the beat of the song. When she reached the end and repeated that same very revealing and virtually gynecological pose, she got an instant standing ovation from everyone in the room, and they all stood up and applauded, too. 

The DJ had to wait quite a while until the audience calmed down a bit, but my heart was still pounding by the time the next song started. Nora appeared, standing still on the stage with the spot light on, and her wonderful breasts were already heaving as her breath rose and fell in her chest. Those white feathered fans were now held in her hands down over her pubic area like a fig leaf on an old statue, and everyone knew that she had already removed her panties. The anticipation was palpable. She began to move slowly, almost like a Tai Chi routine, turning her body and moving the fans in front of it, giving the audience momentary glimpses of what they desperately wanted to see. Alley sat down next to me, with Bigun right next to her. She leaned over to me and said "She found this dance on the internet, from the 1920's. She said it was a classic. And she wants you to know that the most important person in the audience is you."

I heard that same signal from Nora that Ally had sent, and I was suddenly sure Nora that was not going to do this again either. Thank God. I was also sure she was as sexually excited as she had ever been. So was I. The music began, an old Madonna song called 'Justify My Love', a very telling title, another video I had seen on those MTV hottest video specials, and it certainly qualified. Loud and literal, the jungle drums set the tone, and Nora's motions became swifter and stronger. The lyrics became a sing song back and forth interplay of the words 'wanting' and 'waiting', which perfectly described the audience's mood. Nora stayed coyly covered by the fans, but then, in time to the beat, she would toss one fan up and reveal a major part of her, then catch it and put it back down, then toss the other fan. In that moment, my little monkey brain and the rest of audience realized that she had a perfect platinum colored bush between her legs, neatly trimmed, a perfect match to her hair, and it was the most wonderful thing I had ever seen. I heard a crazed voice say "Mother of God!" and realized it was mine.

Somehow I forced my gaze up and looked her in the eyes. She smiled at me, right at me, and I got that Suzie signal again. Was it like the one that I heard from the married woman at the mall? Was Cactus Jake Warner right about Nora being a one man marrying kind of girl? Or was it simply one man at a time? She locked her eyes onto mine and I felt she had dared me to maintain eye contact while she finished her routine. Could I do it? She began to do alternating left and right kicks, countering the kick out with a covering motion of the fans. It was maddening, because you thought that when the leg went out she was really going to be completely revealed, but the fans moved in tantalizingly to block your view. Again I had trouble breathing. I was not sure if I could stay conscious all the way through to the end of the song. 

Nora kept up the kicks, and then began to toss one fan at a time up and over her head and catching it, completely exposing half of her figure while that fan was in the air. The effect was mesmerizing, for a moment, and then the audience went crazy. She smiled, still holding my gaze, and then walked right to the edge of the stage, ten feet away from me. There must be only 30 seconds or so left in the song. She stopped kicking and stopped tossing the fans, just holding them in front of her again. The audience fell almost silent, as if suddenly disappointed. Not for long. She moved her feet out to just wider than the width of her shoulders, and leaned back, showcasing her amazing legs and breasts, but holding the fans back in their fig leaf position. She stared at me and I thought she was saying 'this is a test' and I knew I had to keep eye contact with her, whatever came next. Then it happened, she began to juggle the two fans, leaving them both up in the air at all times, offering the audience an unobstructed view of her incredible platinum tinged pussy while her arms moved and her shoulders tensed, perfectly highlighting her amazing breasts. I so wanted to stare, but I knew I mustn't. And then the audience realized that the motion of the juggling fans was distracting their eyes from the real prize. Just then Nora caught the fans, held them out in her arms far away from her body, an even more brazen display of everything she had. 

I watched her chest heave with my peripheral vision, and noticed goose bumps all over her body, but still kept my eyes glued to hers. And then I heard a driving, lighting strike pulsing kind of Suzie that went right through my head and into my brainstem. I was caught like a fish, and she could reel me in to her boat any time she wanted. Apparently she had that same effect on most of the audience, even absent a Suzie receiver, and complete and stunned silence reigned. Then she bowed fully at the waist, fans still out at her sides, but her stance effectively hiding most of her charms. And then the lights went down. There was a moment of silence, and then a thunderous ovation.

It was all anticlimactic after that. Nora won by acclimation, and Alley was second. All the clapping for an encore was in vain, and the DJ announced that the club had to close due to local regulations. Bigun escorted the girls back stage to change back into their street clothes, and I just sat and bathed in the warmth of their performance. I thought I was used to a lot of attention when I showed up at frat parties with Lara and Suzanne, but this was a different kettle of fish entirely. Donna sat down next to me.

"Those girls could both be headliners anywhere, but I think this was a onetime thing for them."

"I hope so, but it was pretty damn hot, wasn't it?"

She smiled a sort wan smile. "Bigun says to wait for him here, because he wants to walk y'all out."

She went into the back room just as the girls emerged through the dressing room door with Bigun. They spent a second hugging Donna, and he spoke to me. 

"Good idea, Robbie! We are still doing the totals, but I am sure that was our best amateur night tab ever, and the word of mouth will increase our audience for months. How did you ever hook up with two chicks that hot, buddy?"




My Only Talent Ch. 18



Again there was that disappointing emphasis on the word 'you', but I didn't mind much. "Actually, I am dating one of Nora's friends, not her, and I never realized Alley could be so fetching!"

"No shit Sherlock! She's the hottest thing I have ever seen."

I considered her signals for him. "Buddy, you need to ask her out, tonight."

"Aren't y'all going back to Austin tomorrow?"

"Yep. But she comes home to visit her parents all the time, and if you are smart, you will come see her in Austin, too."

"I don't know if I really have a chance with a class chick like that."

"Trust me buddy. If you chase her, you can catch her." He looked very thoughtful.

The girls joined us and we went out the door. There was a big crowd of guys waiting for the girls, and if Bigun hadn't been there, it might have been a problem. His protective nature kicked in, and with an arm around Alley, he easily stared down and dispersed the crowd. Alley seemed to lean on his shoulder pretty hard, and when he put her in the back seat, he kneeled down and they had a whispered conversation while I put Nora in the front seat. I clapped him on the shoulder and invited him to come down to Austin to visit me, if not Alley. He said he would be in touch.

We drove away, and both girls sighed. Me too.

"Well, I hardly knew I was going out with the two hottest strippers in Texas tonight, but I liked it!"

Alley spoke first. "Nora, Bigun asked me out, he is coming to Austin before Christmas and then we are going to spend some time here after I get back from school." A big Suzie signal for him filled the car.

They gave each other high fives. Alley looked at me. "Robbie?"

I smiled. I'm just waiting for Nora's answer?" Alley screamed, but Nora just smiled.

We dropped Alley off at her house, and got back to mine about 3:30 AM, and everyone was asleep upstairs except the dogs. Eldee met us in the driveway, scolded Nora briefly with a look and a snort, and then fell into step with her. The other three waited until we were all inside, then took up positions by the back door and settled down for the night. Nora paused and gave me a brief and way too chaste kiss, and then ascended the stairs with Eldee right at her heels. I sat down at the table for a while with my Grandma's box of fudge, to try to stave off my hunger pangs and survive until dawn, and then went to bed, too. 

Alley showed up for the drive back to Austin about noon, and Grandma insisted that we make some turkey sandwiches to take with us, plus a big bag of cookies. Nora seemed genuinely upset to say goodbye to Eldee, and Eldee actually whimpered, something she never even did when she was having her puppies. Mom and Dad, and Grandma and Granddad all fussed over Nora: Grandma even gave Nora her potato salad recipe, and then we finally got into Alley's car. In a few miles we were all almost somnambulant, but Alley's driving seemed fine. We got to Jay's in about an hour and a half, and loaded him up too. Nora wrapped back up in the afghan my Grandma had given her, and curled up next to me, apparently planning to sleep all the rest of the way back. I put my arm around her and leaned back in the seat, ready to relax and enjoy. Nora shifted around until the blanket covered us both. Alley laughed, and then, under the blanket, Nora touched my junk!



My Only Talent Ch. 19



I had enjoyed the Thanksgiving visit with my parents, but I was looking forward to the drive back to Austin, as Nora and I were under the afghan in the back seat of the Suburban, and she coyly brushed my cock with her left hand, but then seemed to settle into deep sleep. What a tease. I watched her carefully, and with her eyes still closed, she languidly ran her tongue over her lips and smiled. She was a natural prick teaser, even in her sleep! I decided to send her one of my Suzie blasts, and it wasn't hard to anticipate what was on my little monkey mind. I hadn't ejaculated since that "nice big one" that Lara had commented on after she had intercepted it on its way towards Millie last Tuesday night, and it felt like my reservoir was at least a quart high, if not more so. I sent an image to Nora of her touching me as she just had a moment ago, and thus triggering a massive wad that shot all over her face and platinum hair. She drew in a big breath, pushed against my right leg with her left hip, and licked her lips again and sighed contentedly. That just made it worse for me!

I tried to console myself by reading the record in her Suzie event data recorder from last night at Babe's Club, and was pleased to learn that I really had been much more important to her than the rest of the audience combined, and in fact, most of her excitement had come from the idea of titillating me, not them. I also discovered some linked signals that proved to be fantasies of some future event wherein she provided me with a private show in a much smaller and more intimate venue, and received a lot more than applause from me. It was beginning to look like Nora was very much my kind of girl. I just had to figure out how to get from here to there, hopefully immediately after she returned from England over Christmas, if not sooner. 

The rest of the trip was pretty much a non-event. There was plenty of traffic on the interstate heading south to Austin, but Alley wove her way through it as quickly as she could. We dropped Jay at the Phi Iota Gamma house, and then she drove Nora and I to the dorm, getting out for full body hugs for both of us. Nora and I agreed to meet for early dinner after heading upstairs to drop our stuff off. We went through the serving line together, finding the fare much less well prepared than Grandma's, but certainly available in sufficient quantity. I was already very hungry, and not just for supper. 

As we ate, we began a surprisingly superficial conversation about the final academic work to be done before the Christmas break: how profs often tried to catch up by cramming six weeks' worth of as yet uncovered material into the barely three weeks before final exams. Nora certainly had it worse than I did, as she was carrying 21 semester hours plus a TA job, but since we both had kept up almost daily with things during the semester, we were confident we could persevere. By this safe topic of conversation we studiously avoided another obvious subject: I was going to spend the rest of the night with Lara and Suzanne, not Nora, and I was painfully aware that I had recently 'Suzie sent' to her my completely unexpurgated feelings of passion and tenderness for both of the other girls. At least I had also let her know I felt the same way about her, or certainly wanted to. I introduced the subject via Suzanne's impending arrival from San Antonio, trying to suggest that we greet her warmly together, but she begged off, saying she had a lot of work to do to prepare for the first meeting of the Econ 101 class that she and Suzanne both were TA's for, and then she headed upstairs to get to work, without any further warmth for me, or Suzanne. I went back up to the room alone and lonely, brushed my teeth, and then had an hour or so to kill before heading over to Lara's place.

My roommate Kevin, if he ran true to form, would not arrive until late tonight, and he would attend his first class tomorrow with a massive hangover. So I had the room to myself for a while. I turned on my laptop and decided to catch up with the email traffic I had blissfully ignored while at my parent's house. Most of it was routine stuff, but there were two unexpected missives: one from the TA for Bob the Knob's spring semester ultra conditioning PE class that Suzanne had gotten me into; and one from Barry T. Fermy, the aggressive VP of Sales at Lara's dad's insurance company. 

The email from the PE class seemed like a set of military orders: you will complete the following actions by the indicated dates or you will be dropped from the class roll before the spring semester even begins, and by the way, there are 3 people on the waiting list for every position in the class, and they are ready to add the class as soon as you are dropped. It all made sense, in a certain way. I was to submit to one of the most complete physical assessments I had ever even read about: every part of me was to be weighed, measured, skin pinched, photographed, palpated, and written up for my 'before' document. I was to be dipped in a giant vat of water to accurately determine my density, muscle weight, and body fat. I would do an extensive set of lung function tests and treadmill tests complete with a full motion ultrasound of my heart while I exercised. They would do range of motion measurements and strength tests on every skeletal muscle I had, and all this had to be completed well before finals for this semester. Another set of things to cram into my already full schedule. About the only choice I got to make was whether all these very intimate examinations and assessments were to be done by a male or a female graduate student, both of which were PhD candidates in physiology supervised by Bob the Knob. All of this was in addition to my previous commitment to Suzanne to complete a full marathon run before Christmas break! 

Barry T. Fermy was planning to put me to work closing a deal to underwrite insurance for projects done by Abelard Peter's giant multinational construction company. He would respect my school schedule and not require me to travel until I had completed my final exams, but he considered me available to schmooze Abelard Peters via conference calls or emails anytime and that every day between my last exam and the night before the spring semester began was his to schedule and use, including travel as he required. Barry was happy to pay me my potentially large commission under the plan if we closed a deal, since he got an override, but he wanted to make doubly sure that I did what was needed to make it happen. Well, at least I wouldn't get bored over Christmas break, and my mom would get to enjoy thinking how smart she had been to insist on buying me two decent suits to replace my old J.C. Penney specials. He gave me an accelerated schedule to get a passport, but thanks to some recent family vacations, mine was up to date and ready to go. Barry said he would take care of visas if they were required for any specific destinations. That sounded mysterious.

Suddenly it was time to walk over to Lara's place, and my dick was suddenly awake and throbbing in anticipation of getting some long delayed attention. Suzanne should arrive about two hours after Lara, and I was ready, willing and hopefully able to be sorely taxed by both of them, in any order or combination. I practically floated over to Lara's apartment tower, enjoying the cool breeze and anticipating a warm welcome. My timing was almost perfect, as I rounded the corner just as I saw Lara's little Mini Cooper turn into the multi-level parking garage, and I jogged to meet her at her assigned space. 

Just as I arrived at the parking space, she unfolded her long legs from the Mini and my breath caught in my throat. Had it really been a week since I had seen this wonderful vision? She was wearing dark brown leather boots with skin tight black stretch pants that perfectly outlined her incredible backside with an equally tight white turtleneck that made it clear her nipples were responding very well to the cold outside air. Her blonde hair was up on top of her head in a tight bun, secured with what looked and smelled like sandalwood chopsticks wrapped with the end of a small brown bullwhip that amazingly matched the leather in her boots. I was hit with an olfactory wave of her perfume, the sandalwood, and the leather, arriving at my nose just after my eyes took in that black, white and blond look and her tight little smile on that incredible face. And then a clarion Suzie signal burst from her and drilled right into me, saying "This is my man and he is going to take me any way he wants". She was so my kind of girl, and I wanted her in every way I could think of. 

Although she had only been visiting her Dad and Grandma for a week, she had three suitcases and a cardboard box completely filling the back of the Mini (which she referred to as her 'Baby Beamer'), and I put the big roller on the ground and stacked the other stuff atop it, then rolled everything over to the elevator. That freed my arms for hugging while kissing on the way up, and once we were inside her door the suitcases were destined to remain stacked up for a while. Lara plastered herself to me, and I did my best to put my hands on every smidgeon of her perfect butt. The smell of the sandalwood and leather in her hair evoked images of her sweet submission to me, and I immediately pictured my hand on that hair bun handle, directing her lovely head as I desired. She quickly shed all her clothes, but when she reached for the hair bun, I stopped her, putting my hand on it and pulling her head back and her lips up for a deep kiss. It was even better than I thought. 

I carried her into the bedroom, and laid her out spread-eagled across the bed, spreading out her hands so they gripped the bedposts, telling her, "Your arms are bound with invisible magic rope, Lara. You cannot take them loose from the bedposts unless I tell you to. They also make you more sensitive to my touch, and they hypnotize you such that you have to tell me everything you think and feel while I touch you. You may not come until I give permission!" She moaned way down low. I turned on all the lights in the room, and for a moment just marveled at how great she looked. I began to touch and tease her strictly for my own amusement, tuning into her Suzie to discover what resonated best with her. She wanted uncertainly and surprise, experiencing delicious anticipation and knowing that she could not begin to forecast what I might do to her. I began lightly touching her legs, beginning at her knees and trending down. I wondered what she would say in her 'hypnotized' state, and I did not have to wait long to find out.

"I want you to fuck me like an animal, Robbie! Screw me to the wall like you did in that laundry room. Fuck me hard, long, and deep, and spank my ass while you do it!" My wonderful primal female animal was back in town, and I was determined to be there for her. 

But for the time being, I responded with only more tenderness and teasing, gently caressing her legs in swirls and flourishes, listening to her Suzie scream out for more direct and hopefully almost brutal contact. Her legs began to get red, and her breathing became ragged. I watched her nipples crinkle and began to smell her perfect pussy smell. I hadn't realized how much I craved that aroma. I began to move my hands just above her knees, gripping the inside edge of her thighs briefly and then releasing to a gentle caress. She pushed her crotch up in to the air. "Grab my pussy Robbie! Stick your fingers in me!"

This was a lot of fun. I teased but not quite pleased, letting her Suzie guide me to increased excitement, but always stopping well short of what she really craved. Inspiration struck me, and I moved toward the foot of the bed, and began to gently kiss her feet. I had never been that much into feet, but hers were as nice as any, and I discovered a surprising Suzie signal waxing with my ministrations. Lara was apparently into feet a little bit, at least she was into having her feet kissed and tickled. She spread her legs and rolled her hips out, and another wave of wonderful smell wafted up to my nose. It taxed my self control to forestall just diving in and wallowing in that beautiful box of hers. I ran my tongue in between her toes, working one foot and then the other and she shivered with both anticipation and frustration. I worked my way up her legs, spending a good deal of time licking the back of her knees, which seemed to modulate her Suzie signal most effectively. 

I continued up to that wonderful little area where leg became buttock, lifting her legs up by placing my hands under her knees. Her pussy was wet and dribbling, her beautiful blonde pubic curls glistened, and her smell was absolutely intoxicating. I circled the humid oasis like a cautious nomad, anticipating how sweet the water would taste, but not yet dipping in. It was driving her crazy. She used her hands to grip the bedpost and thrust her pussy up toward my face, but I pulled back teasingly before she could make full and potentially satisfying contact with my mouth. She growled. I loved it. 

I approached her labia with little scurries forward and quick retreats, and delighted as she tried to push herself toward me with each advance. I gripped her legs tightly to immobilize them and my tongue began to circle her hot and humid hair pie with clear direction and purpose. She began to mumble. I smiled at her unseen, and became more systematic in my navigation. Each run around the perimeter brought me closer, and I began to flick her swollen outer lips lightly and repeatedly, and noted her jumpy motions in response. I moved on to that wonderful valley between inner and outer lips, occasionally blowing hot air across them. Her gurgling sounded almost painful. I then retreated back to her outer lips and began to gently gum and chew them. Her Suzie signal now filled my consciousness, and I realized I enjoyed it so much that I could do this for a very long time before letting her come. When she did come, I would probably enjoy that even more. I could not have multiple orgasms as rapidly and easily as she could, but my only talent could let me tune into and enjoy them almost as much as she did.

Soon her inner lips were filling my happy mouth and I was sucking on them until they were wonderfully red and swollen too. I put my chin up against the bottom of her pussy and began to tentatively stick my tongue inside, gently stimulating her but studiously avoiding her clit. She drew in a huge breath and took so long before exhaling that I began to worry about her. I used my protruding chin and neck muscles to strongly massage that wonderful territory between anus and pussy, while my tongue continued its increasing penetration of her vagina. Her mumbles became a single word, spoken clearly "Please, please, please!" She might have heard me laugh, but she definitely felt my head move as I chuckled. I began to move my tongue in and out of her like a dog lapping up water, pushing more strongly against the walls of her opening and enjoying myself immensely. 

I began to just barely graze her clitoris with my tongue at the end of each exploratory stroke, and felt her legs tense in response. So much humid heat was emerging from her pussy that I was reminded of a gently steaming teapot, although her brew was much more fragrant and satisfying than Earl Grey's. She continued her chant of "please" even more loudly, and I took mercy on her. 

"You may let yourself come now, Lara!"

I began a direct advance on her previously neglected clit, feeling it stiffen responsively beneath my tongue. Her legs pushed up and in with increasing isometric tension. I played her like the Theremin we used have in the music room in high school, using her Suzie as my guide, and in this context, I was an accomplished musician. The tension in her legs grew and her Suzie signal pulsed like a slightly out of round rotating buzz saw. Her legs threatened to clamp down on my head, and it took all my strength to hold them apart. Her Suzie signal rose and suddenly blasted right through my head from side to side like electroshock therapy, and a fragrant jet of fluid burst forth from her snatch, her growl morphing into a long "Ah" sound.

I never thought that I would enjoy electroshock therapy, but this variant I liked a lot. I decided to give myself another jolt, and bent immediately to the task. Lara cooperated beautifully, with another tasty squirt and delicious Suzie signal crescendo for my listening pleasure. I marveled at my connection to her. I had heard the phrase 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' but I didn't realize it would also strengthen my Suzie abilities so. I brought her off once more, and then felt a very strong personal need for penetration, almost in concert with a similar Suzie from Lara, signaling the same need, but from another direction.

We were a perfect match. I found my target immediately, and placed all my weight on my thighs plastered to hers, which bore me easily. I tucked my chin beside her lovely neck, and whispered that I loved her, but then discarded all pretense of tenderness and proceeded to fuck her like I was beating a rented mule, because I know that's what she needed, not to mention what I wanted. Once again I felt that blurring of the boundaries between our bodies, feeling myself merge with her, almost feeling that I was penetrating myself. My cock went from wood to stone to obsidian, and my motions were all a concerted yet frantic effort to get as much penetration and friction as I could. She groaned in an almost continuous exhalation, modulated by my frantic motions. 

With no warning from her Suzie, she suddenly burst into a massive orgasm, biting my neck more strongly than she ever had before. I barely noticed it, and continued to plunge into her like nothing had happened. But something had, and it soon happened again. I felt her orgasm pound through me via our Suzie connection, and it sent acceptance and contentment, but it spurred me on not to satiety but to increased desire. My monkey brain was fucking her monkey brain, and both doing exactly what they were meant to do. I increased my pace and force, and would have plunged even deeper into her if I could have. A third thrilling climax ran through her, and me, and suddenly my previously obsidian cock was filled with liquid, and about to overflow. 

I now remembered vividly that erotic and fragrant new wood and leather hairdo handle atop her lovely head, and leapt to grab it, slipping my cock into her wonderful warm mouth and glorying in her acceptance and suction. I exploded into her, and she sucked on me so strongly and beautifully that time almost stopped. I certainly could have lived in that moment forever, and it seemed to take forever for me to empty myself into her, and every squirt and subsequent suck was a transcendent feeling. Finally empty, my lust was spent as well, and I lay down next to her, taking her hands symbolically from the bedposts and wrapping them around my neck. I pulled her to me as tightly and seamlessly as I could: calling it a hug would stain it, as I wanted to merge and meld with her. She sobbed, I sobbed, and I kissed her frantically, while we both worked hard to return to a normal breathing rhythm.

She spoke first. "Thank you Master! I suppose I could have skipped my entrée at supper, as I just got at least my Recommended Daily Allowance of protein from you!" She snuggled in and kissed me some more. "That was a huge one, Robbie. I suppose you have been building that one up for several days?" She smiled and began to gently tease my nipples with her lips and tongue. Talkin' 'bout my girl. Was she the greatest or what? 

We engaged in a little small talk about our family visits at home. She was just as dismayed by her grandmother's accelerating signs of age as I was of mine, and the Thomas Wolfe 'you can't go home' stuff from Rhetoric and Composition was quick to my mind. She was feeling just as slammed by the prospect of the next few weeks crammed chock full with schoolwork and deadlines, but she was still very happy to be back at school. I felt a little pang of sadness and must have put on a hangdog look as she removed her new little hairpiece, and she smiled at me. "I thought you would like this one, Robbie. I found it in Salado when we were there. Whenever I wear it, it means I want you to think about your cock in my mouth! I know that turns you on so. Let's go take a shower."




My Only Talent Ch. 19



We enjoyed soaping and caressing each other for a while, and she gave me a little ass worship session that would have met all of Mrs. Douglass's teaching criteria. After we dried off, and while still naked, she pointedly and theatrically put her hair piece back on, watching my reaction with that tight little smile. I pulled on my jeans and went out to the entry hall to collect her suitcases and lug them to the bedroom for her, while she took the cardboard box into the kitchen. When I returned from the bedroom, she put a plastic snap seal container on the counter for me with cookies and some brownies, saying "Grandma and I made these over vacation. Maybe they will keep your stomach from growling." I was just thinking she could not get any better, but I was wrong again.

We sat on the couch. I wanted to kiss, but she wanted to talk. "Let's talk about Suzanne for a moment before she arrives, Robbie."

I sat and watched her. I suppose part of me was still suspicious of how well the two of them got along, without friction or fractiousness, and how fantastic it was to have both of them in bed. But their swooping Suzies had made it apparent to me on several occasions that they did in fact truly enjoy each other and me, and both had told me that the other one was her 'special girl friend' and they often used the word 'love' when talking about each other.

"Suzanne has got to be feeling depressed and guilty after spending Thanksgiving down in San Antonio with Mike's parents. I can't imagine how bad that must have been for her. It's like watching somebody die slowly, and his parent's sadness must be contagious and horrible to experience."

I couldn't refute that. I was not sure, if I was in Suzanne's place, that I could have gone to see them at all, much less stayed with them over a long holiday. I'd like to think I could face something like that, but I might have ducked the issue. 

"We need to be there for her, Robbie, and take her mind off the sadness and get her back on track."

"What exactly do you have in mind, beautiful?"

She smiled that tight little smile again. "Well, we need to give her a way to purge her feelings of guilt, and feel like she is getting a psychological clean break and fresh start back at school. So I am proposing that when she arrives, we give her some brief and tender hugs and kisses, but then we strip her, dominate her, whip her and fuck her silly until she forgets all about Mike for a while!" Her tight little smile became a feral grin.  "She can start by eating my pussy while you spank her and fuck her from behind, at least that's what I would want if I were her!" Her wonderful little grin was now a hot neon smile. There was a knock at the door, and I marveled at her timing, until I looked up and saw the little monitor near the door for the lobby cam. She must have seen Suzanne on the way up to the apartment. 

We opened the door, and saw that Suzanne did look a little weary, especially for her. She just looked normal, where she usually radiated waves of vitality like a propane outdoor heater on a cold morning on a hotel patio. We both hugged her briefly, kissed her less briefly, and then Lara took the lead. 

She put her hand behind Suzanne's head, smiled her best thousand watt dominatrix smile, and said "On your knees, slut!" She pulled her jeans off, and put one foot up on the coffee table, and pulled Suzanne's head between her long legs. Suzanne looked surprised, then bemused, and then her face was buried in those magic golden curls. But I detected a buzzing Suzie signal emerging from her, and I knew that at least she was not thinking about the sadness in San Antonio anymore.

I probably should have gotten in the domination spirit and just fucked her straight away, but I succumbed to a little comparative pussy tasting first. They both got five stars, and I knew it would take me a lot more tasting time to come up with any definitive opinion at all, if ever. Suzanne got wet in about three seconds, but it took me a minute or so to do my initial tasting, and by that time I had my second major hard on of the day, still working off my Thanksgiving deficit. Despite her wetness, she still shrieked a little when I entered her precipitously, and Lara's smile got wider as she felt that little shriek against her golden bush. Lara looked at me expectantly and I just moved back and forth like a dumb fucking monkey, until she pantomimed spanking, and I remembered the plan. 

I began to pop Suzanne's super tight little olive skinned butt smartly, in time with my efforts to penetrate her like she was a brood mare, and I heard her Suzie begin to pulse with a raspy overtone of either guilt or resentment toward me. But it was making her very hot, and I was enjoying myself immensely, too. I did my best to get fully into the role, grabbing two big handfuls of her ass and continued thrusting into her with renewed enthusiasm. The sensation of slamming into her muscular backside was even better than I remembered, and it was working for her too, as her Suzie climbed in amplitude and swooped and beat against Lara's. Suzanne was now absolutely filled with desperate lust, signaling a sizzling need that was almost scary, but not too scary. In fact, it drove me a little crazy too. I wanted to fuck her hard. I even wanted to punish her, and I did not know exactly why. 

My vigorous pounding was not perceived as punishment on her part, because she was thrusting back into me in perfect synchrony, and soon she grunted and shook with a muffled sneeze, followed by a villainous laugh from Lara. "You dirty slut! You know you love it!"

I was now incredibly hard and almost insensate, thinking about being John Henry again. I was hypnotized by the slap, slap, slap of my thighs against Suzanne's hot little buns, and I never wanted to hear anyone's snapping fingers break the spell. She sneezed again, and her perfect pussy gripped me like a vise, a wonderfully hot and wet vise. Now I was truly in character as John Henry, the steel drivin' man, pumping and thumping her enthusiastically. Suzanne's happy slurping brought Lara off again, and then she stood up and moved over behind me. Leaning over behind us, she casually said "Don't you want to try that slut's tight ass, Robbie?"

It certainly seemed like a good idea to me. It may have been a little sudden for Suzanne though, as I simply redirected my cock into her ass without any fanfare or preparation, and without missing a single steel drivin' beat. Suzanne shrieked and her Suzie got even nastier, signaling a kind of raw and animal lust I had not detected from her before. Luckily I was dripping wet with her sweet pussy juice, and she was now far beyond any need for gentility. It was a recreation of the animal fuck in my dorm room, but with Lara as our audience of one, and an overtone of desperate need on Suzanne's part. I wondered if Lara was not truly right on with the 'purge the sadness' meme, and it reminded me of something Mrs. Douglass had said during one of our pillow talk breaks between my early sex lessons. 

Mrs. Douglass was a top drawer surgical nurse, and she had said that she and her colleagues were a little bit like soldiers who got really horny after surviving battle. They saw hot blood and pink flesh meet cold surgical steel all day long, occasionally watching a patient die right in front of them. It made them a little crazy after work, said craziness sometimes emerging as drinking, drugging, and wild sex. Apparently many doctors learned in medical school that surgical nurses were pretty hot numbers between the sheets, and nurses often learned that the God complex that many surgeons had was certainly not supported by their prowess in the bedroom. Her deceased husband was a paramedic she met while working shifts in the trauma suite of the ER, and while no surgeon, he was, from her point of view, 'an everyday sort of guy', which was a lot more action than most of the doctor's wives ever got, at least with their husbands. She said she still missed him every day. 

So I suppose Suzanne's exposure to Mike's weakened and near death zombie state could have the same effect on her libido as my little confrontation with Pavel had on mine. Something was sure making her not and nasty, and her Suzie signals reflected it. Somehow those signals made me hot and nasty, too, and while of course struggling nobly to understand her situation, I continued to fuck her mercilessly. Once again I detected that same overtone of guilt and hostility from Suzanne, but I couldn't completely separate those notes out from her other signals. 

Lara may not have been able to read her Suzie signals, but I think she was able to very effectively put herself in Suzanne's place and anticipate what would work for her. She spoke in a stage whisper in Suzanne's ear "You are getting your ass fucked good and hard, aren't you slut? Let's see how long Robbie can hold out before he fills that hot little asshole up, eh?" 

That must have resonated with Suzanne, because she quivered and chuffed one of those wonderful little orgasm sneezes again. Just after that, Lara ducked her head under us and began to use her tongue on my ass. I did not hold out long at all, and soon another oversize ejaculation, my second in almost 8 days now, splurged out into Suzanne. 

Suzanne groaned and said "Oh, Fuck Yes!" and I did my best to do so, driving my come as far up her beautiful little backside as I possibly could. Lara then almost threw me out of the way and dove for Suzanne's ass, slurping up everything I had deposited, and triggering another lovely sneeze. I watched in awe as they moved like wrestlers into a very nasty 69 position, with Lara on top, exposing her ass. Suddenly inspiration struck again and I was into my second perfect ass of the evening. I lasted long enough to get Lara off again, spanking her ass even more enthusiastically than I had Suzanne's earlier, and when I finished off in Lara's bouncing butt, she promptly ordered Suzanne to lick it clean. Suzanne was highly compliant, and I was spent. I just lay in a dazed state across the couch and watched them bring each other off one more time. 

Suddenly they both burst into tears and turned around face to face and embraced each other even more strongly. I sat on the floor next to them, and tried to make as much contact with them both as I could. In a few minutes, we made another trip to the shower, washing off our funky bodies and kissing each other fervently. Suzanne's Suzie now sent clear guilt, and as Lara dried her off gently with a big cotton towel, I tuned in for more detail. While previously marveling at my steadily improving connection with her, I had neglected to even try to delve into Suzanne's flight data recorder for some time. Suddenly I got the most recent image and a major shock: Dwight trussed up in his cast and naked everywhere else, and Suzanne devouring him. I didn't see that coming, so to speak.

I was suddenly paralyzed, peripatetic, and pissed. It must have happened while I was taking my last midterm exam, right after I genuinely wished Dwight the best. I guess he got some of the best all right. Dwight was gone, likely never to be seen again, and Suzanne was still here, with me, and Lara. I then remembered her line to me on our first night together about 'nice guys' turning her on, and even I had to admit that Dwight qualified, plus I wasn't exactly Mr. Monogamy, and I had pledged to 'take her anyway she would have me' not so very long ago. But all that was logical, and sometimes my emotions are anything but logical. In a few minutes we were all dressed and Suzanne had proposed to drop me at the dorm on the way back to her apartment. 

We got into the car in silence, and then she said "Robbie, we need to talk." No shit, bitch.

"But it's going to take some time, and we are both tired right now. How about tomorrow while we run? I have some confessions to make, and hopefully it will be good for my soul."

I just grunted. She pulled up to the dorm, and I got out without any kiss or even an attempt at one on either of our parts. "Goodnight Robbie. I love you." I grunted as the door closed behind me. 

Wednesday morning seemed like a dose of shock normalcy. When I awoke, Kevin was snoring softly from his bed, smelling of stale beer and pot smoke, his suitcases dumped on the floor and still unopened. I arrived bright and early for the breakfast line, with a happy leer and a wink for the lovely Lizzy Reagan and her equally comely roommate Orinda as they passed by. Perhaps I could find a way to 'come clean' with both of them, laundry room or no. I was starving, and thus very conscious of the need to tank up for a noon run, and I also realized that I had committed to an increased running schedule to get ready for my first Marathon. That was one of the things further down on my list for discussion with Suzanne: which marathon, where and when, and how much extra running or other training before the event? Speaking of my schedule, this Thursday night marked the resumption of Erminia's weekly slut training sessions, with Millie and I serving as her very intimate instructors. My project plan for Erminia seemed to be working, but the next phase would require much more involvement and effort on my part. Finally full after two heaping plates worth of eggs, bacon, and pancakes, I found some cookies at the end of the breakfast line, and put a few in my jacket pocket to add to my reserve tank before my run with Suzanne.

I arrived at Rhetoric and Composition class a little early, and Ms. Wyrickie handed me back my term paper, congratulating me on a fine effort. Then she said "Have you talked to Sarah in the last few days?"

"Not since that hot night at your apartment." I smiled.

She smiled back, but then looked guarded. "I think Sarah may have attached a lot more significance to that night than we did, Mr. Roberts. You may want to think about that when next you see her."

As if on cue, I heard a raspy Suzie just as Sarah entered the classroom. It spoke of desire for me, but was stained with discordant overtones that suddenly reminded me of Melanie's meltdown, something I certainly did not want to revisit. Ms. Wyrickie looked down at Sarah's paper, frowned at me, and opened her mouth as if to say more, but when Sarah approached she paused. Sarah hugged me with showy over exuberance, making me more than a little uncomfortable. Ms. Wyrickie offered her term paper to her, without comment. Sarah took it and her face fell a bit as she looked at the grade on it, and then she handed it to me. "Read this, my love. It may save us some time!" Before I could even look at it, Ms. Wyrickie began her lecture, and I stuffed the paper in my backpack for later perusal. I was acutely aware that we had lots of material to cover before the final exam, and I did not notice Sarah staring at me throughout the rest of the class period. 

When the class ended, I made a swift move out the door, wanting to find a spot to sit and recopy and expand my class notes, and try to figure out what to concentrate on for the final exam. I heard Sarah's discordant Suzie signal follow me out the door, but I tried to ignore it, ducking around the corner and into the men's restroom. After a discrete wait, I made my way toward Engineering 101 early, sitting in the empty classroom and trying to anticipate what would be covered by the end of the semester, purposely ignoring Sarah's paper for now. When the class convened, Professor Lillehammer loaded us up with huge chunks of reading, to be completed outside of and in addition to the regular class time, but of course it was all defined as fair game for questions on the final exam. I would have to compare the subject matter with the UDP old exam files from his classes to see what matched up. I ate my cookie stash while dashing back to the dorm and changed into my cold weather running outfit, downing a nice long drink of water from the fountain on my floor. I headed toward my meeting with Suzanne trepidatiously, but hoping to clear the air between us. 

Suzanne was stretching per her usual routine, and looking perky and much better than she had last night, damn her eyes. We fell into step: I decide to let her start things off, and she did. 

"Robbie, I have a confession to make to you."

At least she was going to be honest with me. "Okay?"

"You know that when I started seeing you, I had been celibate for more than two years?"

"I remember you telling me that."

"Well, I was. I was also guilty and depressed and sublimating all my sexual urges into soccer and running and other exercise. I was running more than 100 hard and fast miles per week back then. I also had little appetite, and ate very sparingly, almost like a gymnast would. What you may not know is that when a woman gets that much exercise with that little food, she often stops having her period. For some athletes it is almost a blessing not having to deal with the water retention and changing weight, and not feeling out of sorts for a few days every month. When we met I had not had a period in more than 18 months."

We ran in silence for a moment. I wondered what this had to do with confessing to me about Dwight. 

"So, I sort of completely spaced out and neglected some basic, ah, protection, shall we say. You really did wake me up, My Animal, and I just started having my period again while I was in San Antonio, which was sort of a perfect editorial comment on that trip. But what I need to confess is that I was not taking the pill or using anything for contraception, and I didn't even think about getting pregnant until I realized my period had started again. So the good news is that I am not pregnant, but the bad news is that I might have gotten pregnant any of the times we were together. I talked to my gynecologist, and she was pleased that I am ovulating again, and I am going to see her Friday, but I have to confess I put both of us at risk without even thinking about it. "

We ran in silence some more. My stomach growled. Should I wait her out, or prompt her? Suddenly I got it. We had been talking about whose swimmers got in which pool as an ethics exercise, in the hypothetical and theoretical sense, when we were in actuality rolling the dice for keeps every week. Pregnancy was reality meeting sexual freedom head on - I suppose it was the other side of that death making you horny coin that we all flip. Had Suzanne actually become pregnant, the whole landscape of our relationship would have changed dramatically. 

"Well, I should have asked about that, I suppose, so it's not just on you. Suzanne, you seemed so much older and more sophisticated to me that I just figured you had that stuff under control. That was a bad assumption on my part."

She just looked at me.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

She got a determined look on her face, and continued. "I also had a realization while I was around Mike and his parents, and it is part and parcel to you waking me up, and our relationship. Seeing Mike so weak and almost dead made me desperately horny, almost as if trying to live my life more excitingly would be an antidote to death. I am determined to have a few more 'wild college days' before I finish my PhD, most of them with you and Lara, but some not. For example, I want to go forward with what both Günter and Strelsa have asked of us, and I want to add a few wrinkles of my own, strictly for my own enjoyment." 

"You mean in addition to having both Günter and I fuck you while Strelsa sits and watches?"

She smiled archly and put her tongue up on her upper lip again. I got hard even while running, which chafed both mentally and physically. "Yes indeed! But before that, Strelsa will submit to me and we will put on a hot little show for you two boys to ensure a high level of excitement for the next few dinners with them. After that, I want to sit back and watch you and Günter double team sweet little Strelsa and drive her crazy, so I can anticipate how exciting it will be for me!" Her dark eyes were blazing and completely unapologetic, as was her Suzie. 




My Only Talent Ch. 19



That certainly described another difficult situation for me. I knew it was hypocritical of me to be so happy to bang other girls while really wanting Suzanne to be with only me. I had even explicitly entered into the relationship with Suzanne on the basis of doing anything she wanted sexually just to be with her on any basis she defined. I then realized that what Lara offered me was even more precious than I thought: a one way pledge of fidelity that I knew, thanks to my Suzie receiver, was completely genuine and exactly what she really wanted with me. 

But with regards to Suzanne, I had already agreed to her plans in principle, and so I really couldn't officially object to her proposed sequence of events, but it did arouse both my sarcasm and my curiosity, which often causes me to engage my mouth before using my brain. "Perhaps we should cover the whole range, then, my lovely slut, and add a session where I get both girls at the same time?"

She smiled like I had fallen into her trap. "You are such a thoughtful, selfless, and open minded man, Robbie! I concur, and we should also of course plan an evening for Strelsa's selfless request, wherein Günter gets both us girls while you watch, eh? My faith in you is restored! I knew I was smart to fall for you!"

Holy shit but sometimes I hate smart girls as much as I love them! "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

She got a funny look on her face, and I heard that guilty Suzie again. She actually looked like I had when she caught my hand in Peggy's very big cookie jar, so to speak. "Well, I did have a little one hour fling with Dwight, sort of like your little dalliance with Miss Big Teats and Ass the art history major, only mine was shorter and much more discrete, of course." 

She managed to hold her tongue up against her upper teeth and leered at me enticingly even while running at a seven minute mile pace. How the hell did she manage that and why did it turn me on so completely and automatically? And why was I not nearly as pissed off now that she had told me? I was certainly not as pissed off as I wanted to be. Bitch!

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Oh yes, and Dwight certainly did too."

We ran in silence for quite a while, and she went without talking so long that I actually became concerned. I copped out and changed the subject.

"What about my marathon? What training do I need to do?"

She seemed to shift gears mentally, and then said "It's practically on top of us already. There are two possibilities, both on Sundays: December 9th in Dallas or the 16th down in the Rio Grande valley. You should do one full 26.5 miles as soon as possible to see how winded you are, and then we will assess things. There are a lot of pre-feeding and hydration things we can do for you, but I think your basic conditioning level is such that you will do just fine."

"It's got to be the 9th in Dallas to avoid final exams, so let's plan on that. I can't do a full 26 miles on Friday at noon because of my afternoon classes. What about shifting our run to just after my last class? Can you run with me then?"

"Yes, that works better with my doctor's appointment anyway. Let's just do the Town Lake trail twice plus a four mile kicker. I'll take care of planning the route. I guess we can watch all the rush hour traffic crawl while we run. Just show up at the parking lot outside by my office where we usually meet, but at 5 Friday, and be sure to have plenty of carbs and water at breakfast and lunch."

We finished our 15 and did a sprint lap and two cool down laps. She stopped and hugged me. "You know the stuff with Dwight was just a onetime fling and that even Strelsa and Günter are just for fun, like some of yours. You know I love you and Lara, don't you?"

"Yes. But we need to talk about Nora."

"I wondered if you would bring that up. I guess we will have plenty to talk about Friday. I will talk to Lara about our route ending up at her place for your recovery period, so we can both take care of you (she leered) after your long run, and she will also want to go to Dallas with us on the 9th, I am sure."

I just made my first afternoon class, guzzling water and with my stomach growling all the way. I worked on homework assignments until the dinner line opened. I looked for Nora, but no joy. I went back up to the room and lost myself in schoolwork until midnight, just getting back on my assignment schedule. When I finished the assigned reading for tomorrow's classes, I packed up my backpack, and spotted Sarah's paper, previously forgotten.

It was entitled "My Life's Work" and it detailed Sarah's professed devotion to our impending marriage, making a home for me and seeing to my every need. As I read it I got increasingly nervous, but she was right about one thing: it would save us some time. She was hot, but definitely not on my 'for all eternity' list. I would have to tell her that, clearly and unmistakably, but as nicely as I could. I tossed and turned, and when I finally went to sleep I had a very disturbing dream wherein Melanie and Sarah were chasing me with razor sharp scythes through a huge maze of hay bales. I suppose I had also answered another question of mine: even my most recent and highly developed Suzie talents could not detect the next Melanie meltdown well in advance and prevent bad interactions. The best I could hope for was early recognition, but intervention and correction would have to be conventional and just as uncomfortable for me as for anyone else. 

When I awoke, Kevin was already up and dressed, so something must be up. "What's happen' roomie?"

He looked funny. "I am beginning to think that getting drunk every night may not be a good idea."

I laughed. "I thought that was one of the things you pledged your devotion to when you signed up for ZZZ."

"Not really, but some of the guys who are about to graduate have kept that record intact. I'm just not sure I can do it, and Lou is starting to talk about being worried about my drinking habit, too."

"Do you know about any outright alcoholics in your family tree? That's why I don't drink. I have some real asshole ancestors who exhibited all sorts of pithy psychopathology when they drank, and some young cousins that are real fuckups, too!"

"Yeah, my mother's father killed himself drinking before I was even born, and my current #3 stepmother's dad is a very embarrassing and grudge ridden fall down drunk. He is just the thing to liven up a family gathering at Thanksgiving."

"Maybe you don't need to swear off completely, just limit yourself to one drink or something?"

"Yeah I might try that."

"How is Lou baby?"

"She is wonderful!" His face lit up like a party lantern. All talk of the two of us taking Lou by storm one night for spanking and double penetration of her precious Jewish American Princess booty had ceased. Kevin had no other dates and was not looking for any. He had made it through his midterms with passing grades, his stated goal, and Lou was considered a very positive influence on him by his dad. He wanted me to come with him to the ZZZ last day of class toga party, which was coming up very soon, the Friday night before my Sunday Marathon plan. I would have to coordinate things with Suzanne and Lara, and keep Suzanne under control, since she liked the 'instant stripper' punch made from grape juice and grain alcohol that the frat always served. In the back of my mind, something was attached to that date, but I couldn't quite recall it. I put figuring that out on my 'to do' list, which seemed to be growing exponentially, in stark contrast to the fixed number of days left in the semester.

Nora was at breakfast, a very pleasant surprise, and with a little hug to boot. We talked again about the incredible push to finish classes, and my plan to run a Marathon the Sunday after classes ended.  She told me that the English royal family had actually set the distance for the race in the 1908 London Olympics, in contrast to the more widespread myth about the distance that a messenger had run to deliver his message to a general before dropping dead on the plains of ancient Greece. The actual distance, she held, was determined by the route from Windsor Castle to the Olympic stadium. I questioned her on this, but since my primary source was a Greek tour guide on a family vacation when I was eleven, and Nora was one of the most accomplished academic researchers I knew, I decided to accept her version. Besides, her grandparents were probably seated near the royal children that day anyway.

She went on the tell me she was leaving for England right after her last final, and would be there until the day before classes started in the spring. She expected to have a series of long talks with her parents, about me and her heritage in general. She said we needed to talk more, and she wanted to ask me some questions about my family, in preparation for her discussions with hers. We made a date to eat lunch together later today, and then we both were off to morning classes. Which were as expected: frantically busy, with multiple layers of additional reading and homework assignments being made in order to try to cover everything on the syllabus before the last day of class. I did not see any early weeknight bedtimes in my future for a while. I saw Sarah following me near the Union building, and I caught another note of that discordant Suzie, and found it eerily familiar. Where had I heard it before? Oh shit! She had been near my parent's new house, and at the mall. I had yet another thing to talk to Sarah about, and hopefully I could catch her before or after Ms. Wyrickie's class Friday morning, and get it over with. 

As I sat waiting for the lunch line to open, I opened my laptop and made a replay to the email from Bob The Knob's PE class, choosing the female graduate student, one Saskia Grandael, to perform my 'before' examination. I picked one of the early evening open appointments next Monday after supper, and hoped I could take some of my textbooks with me to read during the testing. I knew that at least one other session would probably be required. I also replied and pledged my fealty to Barry Fermy and underscored my devotion to closing some business with Abelard Peters over the Christmas holidays. Then Nora appeared, looking fantastic, and we were almost the first two people through the serving line. She talked while I chewed.

"Robbie, why do you not drink any alcohol?"

"Well, I don't metabolize it normally, so it doesn't take very much to affect me, and it usually affects me poorly. I have never liked the taste of any of it, and I have some relatives that get kinda scary when they drink." I leaned a little closer. She smelled great. "Plus my Dad told me that drinking to excess, especially before I turned 18, could damage my 'talent'."

She looked very thoughtful, and I chewed, thoughtfully I hoped. 

"What else did he say would affect your talent?"

"Dope. Using pot habitually, or taking Ecstasy even once."

She looked even more thoughtful. "I never thought about that, but some street E is MDMA, and some is not, and actual dosage varies widely. It all ties into serotonin metabolism, perhaps?"

Chewing was my only answer. 

"Have you ever heard your family use the term 'blue hair'?"

I laughed. "Only in connection with my grandmother's bridge group, where the youngest woman is 80!"

She laughed too. "I am talking about young women: I am technically a blue hair. Think of it in contrast to a 'red head'. I have very pale skin with very prominent veins, thus it can be said to look blue, and I also have natural platinum hair, which is exceedingly rare, much more unlikely even than red hair, and pale grey eyes, also not likely. The trifecta is therefore almost impossibly rare. You probably didn't hear many Druid myths and legends when you were a kid, but I did. The most powerful of the Druid sorceresses were said to be the blue hairs, a secret that is still well kept. Legend says that when a blue haired adept mated with a powerful warrior, their male offspring often had special talents, different and even more powerful than those of the mother. Blue hairs only seem to occur about every four generations, and my family reportedly considered drowning me when I was born!"

I stopped chewing long enough to say "You have got to be kidding!"

She smiled, but I would describe it as a tragic one. "Not at all, I'm afraid. The last blue hair in our family was my grandmother's great, great grandmother. They had all just about convinced themselves that the old legends were superstitious bunkum, and that our family would never have to deal with the issue again. And then, I was born."

"Why is that a problem?"

"Well, as I said, legend has it that a blue hair, properly mated to either a strong warrior or a noble male sorcerer, can be a wonderful force for good. But it is also said that if a blue hair marries poorly, mating with either a weak man or an evil sorcerer, she can produce even more dangerous, powerful, and evil offspring. So having a blue hair as a daughter can be a big responsibility, and a potential disaster. All the most evil sorcerers in the legends were reputed to have powers like yours – able to sense a blue hair female's attraction to them and then exploit her for their evil purposes. 

"So, in your family's eyes, I might be the devil, looking to have you bear Rosemary's Baby for me?"

She smiled grimly. "You are well exposed to the cinema, Robbie, and that's just about it, in their minds, with the proviso that if you are a good man, they could have wonderful grandchildren instead."

"Well, at least there is that!" We suddenly realized we were going to be late to class, and dashed out. I just made it into my first afternoon class. More reading and homework assignments! 

I was diligent before, during, and after supper, reading and recopying my notes in between my self-assigned 50 minute reading sessions. The limo driver picked me up outside the dorm right on time, and we headed over to the Bi Phi house to pick up Millie. She looked fantastic and smelled even better. My project plan called for me to focus on Erminia tonight, but I wondered if I could work in some attention for Millie, too. I decided that I could.

Instead of the Four Seasons, we made our way to Sapiento and Erminia's new house. It was actually one of three houses they purchased along the south side of the river, looking north across the river towards downtown. They had renovated the central house first, which was an art deco style place built in the 30's. Millie raved about its architectural significance and their accurate restoration as we entered the long and winding driveway. The two smaller, post second world war and much less historic houses on either side had been demolished and were being replaced with matching deco style houses, still under construction. A tall security fence surrounded them all, as did newly planted hedges and shrubs blocking almost every possible viewing angle into the house. The same two dark suited guards from the Four Seasons were manning the door here, and we ducked under the porch entryway and into the house under their watchful eyes. 

Erminia gave us a brief tour of the house, and went through their plans for the other two buildings, which were basically destined to be a guest quarters and a lakeside party house with an indoor/outdoor swimming pool, perhaps inspired by Spear Overtop's party house with its swim out pool. We went past the downstairs master bedroom and then upstairs into a room that had obviously been dedicated to our training sessions. It had some very expensive and solid looking leather chaise lounges, a solidly mounted erotic trapeze like the one in Lara's apartment, an assortment of triangular and trapezoidal pillows in fitted silk pillowcases, and some discrete looking wardrobe style cabinets that may have held 'training accessories' for our use, plus two adjoining bathrooms with big showers and Jacuzzi tubs. It was quite a layout.

The two guards had discretely disappeared, leaving just the three of us, and both women looked at me expectantly. My cue, I supposed. I touched Erminia's face tenderly, but then spoke to her roughly. "So far, you have barely met requirements to continue your training, slave, and I expect you will have to work even harder to complete your course. You have learned to please a female, albeit a very beautiful and responsive one like Mistress Millicent. Now you must learn to give to a man, a very demanding man: me. Off with those clothes and on your knees, slut!"

This was the beginning of the next phase of my Project Erminia plan. The idea was to continue to get her away from thinking about herself, and her own pleasure, which always triggered her guilt, and instead make her concentrate on pleasing someone else, while ignoring herself. So far, it had worked as planned as she learned to perform outstanding cunnilingus on Millie in phase one: she had learned quickly, developed great skill in recognizing and applying what really got Millie off, and was able to concentrate on Millie completely, despite being spanked, whipped, and otherwise deliberately distracted from her primary task. She had taken pride in doing well for Millie, and took emotional pleasure in Millie's orgasms and praise of her technique, but separated that from her own sexual excitement, and thus did not trigger her 'survivor' guilt. She had also begun to associate the psychological pleasure of pleasing Millie with her ability to ignore the spanking and whipping, such that it had almost begun to almost be pleasurable for her. Now we would reinforce that: she would learn to fellate me, at first with Millie's instruction, and then with mine, until she was a master at pleasing me. Then she would learn to continue to please me while Millie distracted her with more spanking and whipping, until she could stay focused on my pleasure no matter what. When she began to take pride in her ability to get me off, I would use that association to begin to let her get little bits of physical pleasure without triggering her guilt. Then we would move on to the next phase, where I would begin to alternate strong punishment with occasional and random acts of tenderness toward her. Once she could accept those without the concomitant guilt, then we could shape her, with a few other manipulations, toward being able to accept her own pleasure and finally, orgasms. 

Erminia's face played through several different expressions rapidly as she kneeled down, and her Suzie sent both excitement and worry. I had Millie sit in a chair nearby. "Mistress Millicent will be your instructor to begin with. Listen carefully to her directions and do your best to learn from her." I stepped out of my clothes and stood right in front of her. Her Suzie sent the same kind of apprehension and worry that I had detected during our "soft swing' game at the Halloween party. But the novelty of being in a new place with new people had allowed her to respond partially there without guilt shutting her down, and we would try to recreate and extend that in our private training sessions. 

As we began, it was apparent that Millie was surprisingly good at improvisation, and Erminia was not very good at blowjobs. Millie led her through the basics just as I liked it, but Ermie was tentative and mechanical. Millie was working with her to improve things. I began to try to solve differential equations in my head, figuring that would keep my natural responses to a minimum, and let me last longer. I found it strange listening to Millie as she discussed my cock and its responses in an almost clinical third person sense, but at least her Suzie was letting me know that she would rather be doing me herself, rather than instructing Ermie. But the lessons were working, and Ermie now had me hard as can be, and I was beginning to enjoy her efforts. 




My Only Talent Ch. 19



Millie's constant criticism and instructions were keeping Erminia off balance and worried about performance all the time, maximizing uncertainty and apprehension, thus making sure she would not have even a second to think about herself, or anything else but my cock and its responses. She kept her eyes closed, and normally I would punish her for this, as I like eye contact when a woman fellates me. But since we were trying to make her concentrate for the present time on my dick and not my face, I would not press the issue.

Erminia seemed really surprised when I began to come, but she was doing her best as she sucked and swallowed, albeit clumsily. A good portion of my ejaculate dribbled down her chin, and she fought catch more of it and to breathe through her nose. There was no sexual pleasure or arousal in her Suzie signal, and even if there were, Millie would soon extinguish it.

"That was pitiful, slut. I am surprised he even came with that kind of lousy technique!"

She then proceeded to give her very detailed instructions on how to get up me up again, and for the first time, I heard Millie's explicit explanation of Suzanne's patented 'small displacement sucking motion' technique that was so wonderfully effective at keeping me hard even right after I had ejaculated. Although she did not do it as well as my other three girls, it was still amazingly effective, and I was up and ready almost instantly. Millie then barraged Erminia with a series of very detailed instructions, sometimes mutually exclusive or physically impossible, keeping her off balance and apprehensive. She pushed her to take me deeper and deeper into her mouth, to use her tongue more effectively as I slid in and out of her mouth, and to stimulate and surprise me in a dozen ways. Soon Erminia was like an automaton responding to Millie's instructions, and Millie was a fine programmer. I was going to pop again pretty soon. 

I was struck by the scene I was witnessing. Millie, the lovely young president of her sorority, dressed primly in dark slacks with a blue sweater over a white blouse and a pair of mahogany brown penny loafers, was sitting in a chair, with her hands on her elbows, avidly watching her submissive student blow me from only a few inches away. Erminia, one of the richest and most gossiped about women in the world, still amazingly attractive in her late 40's, was naked, on her knees, and struggling to take my cock all the way down her elegant throat, to make a nondescript looking eighteen year old college boy from Texas come in her mouth for the second time this evening. Is this a great country or what?

Millie may have looked prim, but her instructions were anything but. "Get ready to suck all the come right out of his balls, you clumsy slut! Keep your eyes closed and think about nothing but sucking and swallowing for his pleasure. And if you let even one drop touch the air this time I will whip you senseless!"

Erminia was too inherently elegant to make those 'glug, glug, glug' sounds, even in flagrante delicto, but she did make some very erotic whistling sounds of ragged breathing though her aquiline nose. When I came for the second time, she gamely sucked even harder and used her mouth and tongue to pleasure me much more effectively than the first time. She was a quick study, and she got my entire first surge down her throat this time. This was the kind of 'pop quiz' I liked to give my students. I involuntarily grabbed her head and pushed her down on me a little further, and I felt her Suzie send a little pride in eliciting that response from me. Her tongue swirled around me, and I pumped my come into her sucking mouth with reckless abandon. 

"That's better!" Millie praised her. "Still needs a lot of work, but better than the first time. Now suck hard, harder, until you are totally sure you have swallowed every drop!'

Erminia complied, and then, with my cock all the way down her throat, looked up and made eye contact with me. I couldn't help but give her a tender look and a little pat on the cheek, but then I pulled out and slapped her cheeks with my cock. She looked embarrassed, and her Suzie sent humiliation, but not yet excitement. That would come later. Dr. Asa Weltschmerz, Lara's psychiatrist and my unofficial consultant on Erminia, had explained to me that her guilt over the untimely death of her first husband was so pervasive that it would take extraordinary measures to free her from it. She would have to be punished so mercilessly and thoroughly that she would eventually reach a state where she began to show anger at her punishment, and Asa said that would indicate that she had reached bottom and had began to subconsciously feel that she had been punished enough. Beginning with that signal, I would restrain her fully and begin to emphasize her helplessness, and give her gradually increasing amounts of stimulation and pleasure. At some point she would have her first helpless orgasm, knowing that it was strictly incidental to my pleasure, but not being able to avoid enjoying it herself. We would then shape her to accept her own orgasms as normal, sans guilt.  

I reached down and held her chin up to meet my eyes. "You are just barely worth training, so far, slut. I want you to do the same kind of research you did on how to please Millie, learning new techniques at least two hours per day. You are also ordered to get down on your knees and fellate Sapiento to completion twice a day, morning and evening, to observe his responses and learn to do you wifely duty properly! Her face looked confused, and her Suzie was silent.

Erminia retired to her downstairs bedroom, and I grabbed my clothes and motioned Millie into one of the adjoining bathrooms to clean up. Mille looked a little surprised, but quickly got into the mood as I began to slowly undress her, kissing each new part of her that was exposed, one of my favorite little games. By the time that I made my way to her lush and furry and wonderfully fragrant little bush, I was hard again, and ready to devour her completely. Millie's Suzie, not unexpectedly, began to signal a desire for some rougher action, and soon. I decided she would get it, but not until I had teased her for a while. 

The bathroom was on a north wall, on a corner of the house from which projected a big 'turret' bay window. Being part of the bathroom, it was equipped with a huge but frosted window and skylight up high that let lots of light in without allowing folks from the high rises on the other side of the river to peek in, telescope or not. So at a height of about five feet inside the shower, the tiled area expanded out towards the window area like a big shelf and display area below the huge window. I am not sure what its intended use was, but I picked Millie up and set her cute little ass on the shelf, which positioned her for some perfect stand up pussy eating on my part. Her pussy was wet and wild, and I had almost forgotten how tasty and wonderful it was. Her Suzie was playing two tunes: the one that I was listening to right now was saying 'oh baby eat that pussy'; the other one, growing steadily stronger, was saying 'pussy eating is nice, but let's get on to some hard spanking and even harder fucking'.

The delicious irony was not lost on me. I was enjoying the prospect of teasing Millie and ramping up her excitement, all the while thoroughly enjoying her delicious taste and aroma. Her first orgasm may have been better for me than for her, even without my Suzie sense, because she screamed and gushed a tasty flow of wonderful juice, which I devoured contentedly. After a brief pause, I tuned in my Suzie receiver and went into smart bomb autopilot mode, with my target another exploding orgasm. She was almost tortured by my actions, as she wanted the impending orgasm but she knew it only delayed the hard fucking she really wanted. I could enjoy both equally. I gave her two sizzling ones, and both Suzie tunes rang out even louder.

I flipped her over and pulled her up on her hands and knees, with her pretty ass just about level with my face. Her pussy was dripping like a faucet, and when I began to alternatively kiss and spank her ass smartly, it continued to do so. She sighed and shook with every slap, and her lovely ass got red and warm to the tongue all over. Millie was able to come just from the pain, and I kept her teetering deliciously on the edge of her first orgasm from the spanking. I had heard about differentiating orgasms as clitoral or vaginal, but I was rapidly forming the theory that our favorite fuck toy, thoroughly modern Millie, ever at the forefront, had two other types too: anal and painful. The scientist in me had a duty to experiment. 

I used my Suzie talent to tune my spanking to get her off, and as I connected to her it was almost scary to feel her amazing nervous system transform the impact and pain into building pleasure so quickly. If I could react like that, maybe I would enjoy submitting, but I don't think I was wired that way. Millie certainly was, and her first painful orgasm was very intense, and it sent shivers through me via her Suzie. She was breathing so hard that I felt I had to let her rest a minute, but her Suzie soon made it apparent that she needed no such pause. I began to spank her further down on the back of her legs, and she loved it, soon having another fulminating orgasm. It was now time for some contrast therapy.

I reached my arms around the front of her knees, spreading her legs slightly and enthusiastically plunging my tongue into her hot little rosebud, which was already awash in all that fluid from her pussy. Maybe I was still thinking about Alley's amazing ass that she had shook at me so tantalizingly at Babe's, and maybe I was just testing my theory about anal orgasms, but soon I was tongue deep in Millie's wonderful butt, enjoying every nuance of it. I kissed it, licked it, and I rolled my tongue up and penetrated it as far and as I could. I became a smart bomb, spreading her ass checks and moving my tongue in and out and back in as far into her tight little asshole as I could, and she responded very, very strongly. I felt the tension build in her legs, and she shook and wailed, while her Suzie sang a different note for her anal orgasm, easily differentiable from the clitoral and painful variety. 

I suppose my scientific need for a complete data set kicked in; as I suddenly knew I had to listen to her Suzie during a vaginal orgasm. This would require a little different position, as I needed to get her ass down a foot or more from the level of the little shelf, to facilitate easy penetration while I was standing. I looked around and spotted some elegant looking gold tubes mounted at various positions in the shower: perhaps they were handles, or maybe towel racks, but two of them looked like just the thing for me to grip with my hands. With one hand I pulled her back toward me until her knees were no longer up on the shelf, but rather about two feet below it, in a perfect spot for me to fuck her in. My other hand gripped of the gold handles, and gave me the leverage I needed to slip my cock into her. I then pushed her forward again, such that her waist and upper body were on the shelf, and her arms were out in front of her, forming a wedge that very effectively pinned her against the tile corner of the shower. So positioned she could support most of her weight on her arms, and her legs were spread open, with the inside of her thighs against the top of my thighs, supporting the rest of her weight. I then put both of my hands on the handles on my left and right, gripped them hard, and proceeded to surge into her like a mad man. 

Her Suzie sounded, but she screamed even louder. "Fuck me!" I could not refuse a lady. I felt like a bull, a ram, a stallion, a stag, and a crazy man, and I must have been channeling all my mammalian and reptilian ancestor's survival drives through my cock and into pounding her pussy. It was an amazing feeling of wonderful power, made all the better by the realization that Millie was absolutely loving every second of it. So was I. Her Suzie ramped up toward another orgasm, and sure enough it sounded another distinctive Suzie note as she came. I was overjoyed, and my scientific curiosity was satisfied, but not my lust for her. Oh no! I pulled out my thoroughly lubricated and maximally excited rod and pushed into her ass, envisioning that perfect little circle that I had so recently enjoyed tongue kissing.

"Fuck my ass!" She was so my kind of girl. I used every bit of strength in my arms and legs to pound her. It was wonderful. I would occasionally lean back to see my cock enter that fine little orifice, and then plunge forward into her happily. She was on the verge of an anal orgasm, and I was damned pleased about it. Just as she began to quiver, I shot off inside her, hot and hard and wonderful. I pushed myself into her as far as I could, and I really felt like I belonged there. When I knew I was spent, I leaned down and kissed her shoulder blades.

"Robbie, I know I am officially graduating as a trainee at the end of this semester, but anytime you want to give me some continuing education, I'm ready."

"I'm going to miss you too, Wet Spot. We both will continue to train Ermie together until she is ready to graduate, too, and you already know how Suzanne and Lara feel about you! " 

I did not tell her about her surprise birthday party. Her birthday was a few days after Christmas, but since we would all be out of town then, we were planning a combination birthday and sexual training graduation orgy for her. Suddenly I remembered the date conflict issue I had put on my to do list, the ZZZ toga party was the same night we had discussed for the Wet Spot Party. I still needed to figure out what to do.

We finished washing each other off, with lots of kissing and hugging, and then got dressed. The guards were waiting for us and escorted us back to the limo, and we headed back towards the Bi Phi house. I asked the driver to wait a second while I walked Millie to the door, and spent a few minutes talking to her about my plan for the next few training sessions with Erminia. She got it, and especially liked the part where she would be the prime administrator of the pain stimuli, although she would likely rather receive than give. After that, the driver took me back to the dorm, and I spent a few hours doing reading and homework before I just couldn't keep my eyes open, and went to bed.

Friday morning it seemed that my alarm woke me only about ten minutes after I went to sleep. I hopped up to tank up, and then remembered I would be running in the evening today instead of at noon. But when I ran, it would be a full 26 plus miles, so I would need to be well hydrated and well fed. I saw none of the usual crew at breakfast, so I concentrated my attention on the food, as I was still very hungry from my wonderful exertions with Millie. I went to Rhetoric and Composition early, planning to find Sarah and get the potential confrontation over with. I got to the classroom a full twenty minutes before class time, and put my backpack in my normal seat, and then went outside to watch for Sarah. She turned up a few minutes later. Better now than never. 

"Sarah, I think we need to talk." That was absolutely the first time I had ever said that to anyone. I was usually on the receiving end of such notice. 

I heard a little blast of meltdown Suzie, but then she seemed to get it under control. "Did you read my paper, Robbie?"

"Of course I did. I am flattered by your feelings for me, but I don't share the same feelings and plans for you. I am just a freshman, and I have no desire to get married to anyone anytime soon. I have to honest and tell you that I don't think that will change."

"Did you not feel the same excitement that I did, Robbie? Do you understand what you mean to me?"

"You are very attractive and exciting, Sarah, and I think I made that very clear to you, especially that night at Ms. Wyrickie's apartment. But that's where it ends for me, I am afraid."

There was another blast of disconcerting Suzie, and then it was under control again. "What could I have done differently, Robbie? Where did I go wrong?"

"Well. Following me to my house in Dallas without telling me first, would have been a deal breaker for me, no matter how else I felt before that. That made me very nervous and uncomfortable."

She looked glum. "I didn't realize you knew about that. How did you spot me?"

"Our dogs spotted you before you even parked your car, Sarah. They watched you constantly whenever you were anywhere near our house. And I saw you at the mall, too." That was a bit of a lie, but I had heard that discordant Suzie at the mall, and now I knew exactly where it came from.

She looked embarrassed, which I took at as a good sign, compared to Melanie, at least, but then she said, "I tried to come to your house to talk to you, but that pack of dogs wouldn't let me get out of my car. That's what finally convinced me to leave." 

"That was the smart thing to do, Sarah. They usually don't bite unless they are ordered to, or are attacked, but they would have at a minimum barked at you and jumped up on you to try to get you back in the car and out of there. That would have brought someone else running from inside the house."

"You act like they knew I didn't belong there."

"They did. They sensed something was not right with you or your visit. You know it was not a good idea, too, don't you?"

She looked chagrinned, but her Suzie stayed out of the alarming range. "Yes. But Robbie, I love you!"

"And I liked you Sarah, but I don't love you, and given all that's happened, I don't want to be with you anymore. I'm sorry, but truth is truth, and that's it."

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and of course I had no handkerchief, but she fished some tissues out of her purse and got fairly squared away before class started. Ms. Wyrickie was looking at us from her desk, and actually started her lecture a little early. I was thankful for the interruption. After class I saw Wyrickie approach Sarah, and they continued to talk until everyone else had left the room, including me.

I headed for Engineering 101 early, but couldn't concentrate well enough to accomplish any reading. I thought about the rest of the day and was apprehensive about being able to finish my hole 26 miles without collapsing, but then looking forward to having Suzanne and Lara help me recuperate. I then realized I had no date for Saturday or Sunday, as the Thanksgiving break, as much as I had enjoyed it, had totally discombobulated my regular planning cycle. Suzanne had an away soccer game both days, and Lara was going on a Saturday and Sunday field trip to west Texas for her Geology elective.  I had a few minutes before class started, so I called Peggy. She was sitting at her normal duty station in the museum, and talked to me in hushed tones.

"I was hoping you would call me before the semester ended, Robbie. I am leaving for London right after finals, but I wanted to do a 'farewell tour' with you. Is that what you had in mind?"

"It sure is, beautiful. Where would you like to go?"

"Well, I think we should both take a little around the world trip, if you catch my drift, lover."

"I would love to catch your drip, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, there's an image that I like, you smooth talking devil. Let's go to that Mexican restaurant where you bought that Aztec calendar after that skinny reporter bitch flirted with you. Did you think that I didn't pick up on that?" 

"Did you pick up on her checking out your breasts, Sweetie? I think she wanted to spend some quality time with them."

"I wondered about that, but I don't want to go there, ever. I'll take it straight or not at all, and I like taking it from you."

"No problem, beautiful. That's my job, anyway." 




My Only Talent Ch. 19



We made a date for me to come to her house Saturday about 5 PM, so we could have an early cabrito dinner and then a late night together. That left Sunday open. My thoughts turned to Millie immediately. Sunday was still on my 'to do' list. Engineering 101 was a fast paced lecture, that perhaps shed some light on which reading assignments would make their way to the final exam, and which would not. All that skull sweat was making me ravenously hungry, and I was looking forward to a leisurely and filling lunch, at a time that I normally missed the meal completely. 

I got back to the dorm in time to dump my backpack in the room before the lunch line opened. I was not first in line, but almost. When I emerged from the serving line with a heaping tray, I spotted Lizzy Reagan's roommate Orinda, seated alone and looking wonderful. I smiled at her and made a beeline for the seat next to her. 

"

"Hi Orinda! It's nice to see you. I almost never eat lunch here on MWF, so I am glad we could touch" I hesitated and she looked up at me with big eyes, "base. How are you doing?"

"Uh, fine, I guess, but the rest of the semester is going to very busy."

"Unreal. It seems like I would have to stay up 23 hours a day just to do all the reading that has been assigned since Thanksgiving." 

We made small talk about school for a while, and then she looked self conscious, finally asking me "Was it really you in that costume at the UDP party, as "The Master" with those girls on leashes?"

I smiled warmly at her, and her eyes got even wider. "'Would that be something you wanted to know more about, Orinda?" 

A spike of Suzie energy reached me, and it grew into a low howl. Orinda's eyes got wide, and she shifted her legs under the table. But she did not get up to leave, nor did she drop her gaze from looking directly at me. Yet. 

.....

Strelsa was a bit startled when Suzanne Pliskin called her and suggested they meet for lunch again so soon. She hadn't really expected an answer to her difficult sexual request for a threesome for her husband Günter until after the beginning of the spring semester, and even then she expected a negative response. She was still surprised that she had even mustered the courage to ask Suzanne in the first place. Strelsa had always known she was pretty, but Suzanne Pliskin was so beautiful she was intimidating, and there seemed to be nothing to fault her on. She was perfectly quaffed, her clothing and makeup was always top drawer, she spoke even more languages fluently than Strelsa did, and she was an incredible athlete and already a well respected PhD candidate, too. Strelsa had not missed the way Günter had been unable to avoid gawking at Suzanne during dinner at their apartment, and that made her apprehensive, despite her confidence that Günter loved Strelsa with all his heart. They met, as they had before, at a bench on the East Mall, and they both got food cart hot egg rolls and a bottled water. It was not quite as cold and windy out as the last time they met, but Strelsa still felt a little chill run through her when Suzanne made eye contact with her and smiled. Was that smile a little predatory?

"Hi, Strelsa. Thanks for meeting me. I wanted to talk about what we spoke about before, involving you and me, and Günter?" 

"I am surprised that you can give me an answer so fast."

"Well, it's not for certain yet. I admire your selflessness, and understanding Günter's needs, and I have to complement our mutual friend Robby on his open mindedness, too, as I think he is okay with it. But there are some complications and some things I need you to agree to, also."

Strelsa's heart pounded in her chest, and that was just from thinking that the answer might be yes. Inwardly, she had almost hoped that Suzanne would just shut this whole idea down. When she realized there might be even more to it, she got even more apprehensive. "What do you mean?"

"Well, if I do these things for you, Strelsa, I want you to do some things for me, and for Robbie, and in a way, for yourself."

Strelsa had not touched her egg roll, and had now forgotten all about it. What did Suzanne mean, and what was that look she was giving her? "I am not sure what you mean, Suzanne."

Suzanne leaned over and put her hand on Strelsa's leg, just above the knee. "We need to talk!"



My Only Talent Ch. 20



Chapter 20

The Marathon Man in Training

Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events.

Strelsa's mind raced as she watched Suzanne Pliskin get up from the bench on the East Mall and walk away. She was feeling very self conscious as she stared at the swaying of Suzanne's hips, and realized that it was having a very unaccustomed effect on her. She had wanted Günter to fulfill his fantasy of being with two women, but she might have been happier if the second woman was not quite as hot as Suzanne. She had her own little fantasies about being with two men, and with a woman, but she had certainly not told Günter about that. Was he really that perceptive and unselfish as to ask Robbie to help fulfill Strelsa's own desires, or was Suzanne just manipulating things even more blatantly than she had at first thought possible? Was Suzanne really as trustworthy as Robbie claimed? Did Suzanne really just want to make Günter even hotter for her than he already was, by putting on the 'little show' she talked of, or did she really harbor her own desires for Strelsa? Strelsa would certainly welcome a chance to get her hands on Robbie just once, and having Robbie and Günter at the same time would be a thrill like no other, as long as it didn't make Günter go insane. She was going to have a real heart to heart talk with Günter tonight that was for sure!

.....

I sat through my Friday afternoon classes on autopilot; trying to fully hydrate myself by sipping bottled water so frequently that I felt like it was sloshing around inside my eyeballs. In one class, I had a solid 'A' and was thus exempt from the final as long as I completed all the homework assignments. In the other, the final exam was unavoidable, but very predictable as to its content, so I was not worried. When the last bell rang, I walked in a trance to my dorm room and changed into my cold weather running stuff, with one extra undershirt layer plus a 'hoody' windbreaker, since it was starting to get dark already and by the time we finished running, it would be much colder than at our usual time. I downed the last two pieces of my Grandma's super dense chocolate fudge, and headed over towards Suzanne's office. 

She was already outside, looking spectacular in her tight white short shorts, iridescent white ice skating stockings and white Longhorn windbreaker with a burnt orange logo. Her jet black hair was wrapped up in a bun and inside a burnt orange stocking cap and her dark eyes were sparkling at me. Maybe that was because she knew I was going to be a captive audience, listening to her for almost twice as long as during our normal runs. I was confident she could handle the entire distance and still talk animatedly all the way, but for me it was venturing into unknown territory. We headed west along 21st, then turned south on Guadeloupe, and when we reached the river, we turned east, crossing Congress Avenue and then passing by the Four Seasons and the rowing club, and then through the wooden construction awning. I was feeling good so far, and of course Suzanne was in the mood to talk.

"I had lunch with Strelsa, today, Robbie."

I continued to run silently.

"I think that little blonde minx is actually overjoyed with what I demanded of her. She certainly looked at me a little differently than she has before, and I caught her staring at my butt, too. "

"I do that all the time."

"Yes, and I like it. I liked it when Strelsa did it, too. I am going to make your little Austrian ex girl friend eat my pussy while you two boys watch with your tongues hanging out!"

"She was never my girl friend, in the normal sense. She was a girl who was my friend."

"But she is soon to be a lover, lover! You should try new things and expand your horizons. Like running a marathon, for example, this may open up new horizons for you. Remember when you had never tried being with two women? What if you had never wanted to try that?"

"I always wanted to try that. I was just incredibly fortunate to be able to do it with someone like you and Lara. But there are some things I know I do not want to try, ever!"

"But you are willing to try watching me and Strelsa, and then double team her with Günter while I watch and anticipate?"

"Yes. And although it makes me crazy to think about it, I guess I am willing to try to watch Günter have you and Strelsa at the same time. But I am sure I can never get really comfortable with it."

"What wouldn't you try?"

"I never want to try making it with another guy. The lead singer from the Chiksee Dix told me he is going to ask me out when he gets back from his surgery and six months rehab in Brazil and is officially a woman. I know he will be a woman then, but it still creeps me out. I don't think I could ever react sexually as if he really was a woman."

"She would be a woman then, though. They say variety is the spice of life, Robbie. I know men are very visual creatures, and a bit of new female flesh seems to always catch your interest. A new female is always the sort of thing you want to try, isn't it?"

"Not necessarily. I might be stimulated by the sight and the thought of a new woman, but I have to consider risk and reward, and my loyalty to you and Lara, and whether the woman really likes me or not."

"So you prioritize your relationship with me, and with Lara, over your relationship with other females?"

"You know I do."

"I like that you do."

By this time we had reached Longhorn Dam, the eastern limit of our path around downtown, and headed south over the dam along a little narrow concrete path that had us running single file. Traffic stacked up next to us on the road over the damn, and lots of ducks and a few swans and egrets wintering in Austin watched us from the water on our right, along with a people in the cars on our left, who were mostly looking at Suzanne. We then had to navigate some pavement and construction before we got back on the trail, running just south of the local youth hostel, over the huge rush hour backup on the Interstate, and then past Sapiento and Erminia's new compound, and then behind the Statesman newspaper campus and the trail next to river towards Auditorium Shores. 

As we passed Stevie Ray for the first time, she changed the subject: "I understand you like watching strippers, Robbie." It was not a question, but a statement. She must have gotten a briefing on the Thanksgiving trip from Nora, but I was not sure how much Nora had revealed to her, so to speak.

"Well, Alley was determined to enter the amateur night contest, so I felt a duty to watch out for her!"

'Yeah, you watched her alright!"

I could not tell if she knew about Nora's burlesque debut. "I did, and she was hot. I had trouble reconciling her with the annoying bitch I went to high school with."

"And your big tall friend seems to have liked what he saw, too, eh?"

"Alley seems to like him, too."

"Nora said that Alley is crazy for him."

"What else did Nora say?"

Suzanne put her tongue up on her upper lip. "She asked if I remembered talking about my 'wild college days' and that Nora wanted to make sure that she had some too. I understand she put on a little show for you, Robbie."

Seeing Suzanne's tongue on her lip and the suddenly exploding memory of Nora Upman's little stage show and fan dance were rapidly altering my circulation, and my breathing. 

Suzanne laughed. "Why Robbie, you shouldn't be winded yet! We are still well below your normal 15 miles. Whatever has affected you?" She smiled like the Cheshire cat.

I just ran. We continued west, navigating the twists and turns of the trail through the park and then crossing the little narrow railroad tracks for the miniature train that sometimes ran around the park. We then went north on the bridge under Mopac, and then turned right to go back east again along the north side of the river. When we passed by the old power plant, I realized we had already finished more than 11 miles. I felt pretty good.

"Did she look as good as I imagine she would, Robbie?"

I could not hide the change in my breathing. I would have to say something, but I needed to tread carefully, and I definitely did not want to talk about 'blue haired sorceresses', 'Druidic legends', or powerful talents. This was certainly one of those moments where I sometimes tended to open my mouth and insert my foot. Proceed with caution, Robbie.

"Well, she does have striking coloring, I guess you might say."

"You mean her absolutely flawless alabaster skin and that preposterously lustrous platinum hair? That has to come from a bottle, doesn't it? I know her amazing light grey eyes are real, because I have stared at them in meetings to make sure she was not wearing colored contact lenses."

I considered my answer carefully. "Well, if the color does come from a bottle, then she is very, shall we say, thorough in its application."

Suzanne considered that for a tick, and then "You mean her little bush is platinum, too? I don't think I would want use hair bleach in that area, if you know what I mean." Then her tone changed, and her normally relatively deep voice went up an octave. "And just when and where did you see her bush, Robbie? I thought those strip clubs were topless only!"

I explained the rules and timing of the late night amateur contest at Babe's, and that both Alley and Nora had in fact bared it all for the audience. I suddenly detected a buzzing Suzie note from Suzanne, like the one she had radiated during the wet tee shirt contest that she had won at the ZZZ party when we first started seeing each other. 

"Oh, that is naughty, isn't it? All those men leering and cheering....and all those other girls stripping....." She actually shivered a little bit. Then she turned right, heading across the pedestrian bridge across the river that ran parallel to Lamar Boulevard. "Follow me, Robbie. We need to add a couple of inner loops to our route so we can get to 26 and a half and still end up at Lara's place. You don't want to miss out on expanding your horizons, do you?"

That final question was accompanied by a raspy, spiking Suzie signal that reminded me of Lara's challenging little female animal trying to get some advantage on me. We did another turn around the park and went under Mopac again, and then ended up once again heading east past the Four Seasons hotel. Suddenly I had an image of Erminia going down on Millie. By the time we reached the dam for the second time, it was fully dark, and we relied entirely on the street lights to see our way. I was now very aware that I was well beyond my previous distance record, and I still had miles to go. Our second pass by the Stevie Ray Vaughn statue found me very winded; chugging like the first day I saw Suzanne at the track and had trouble making even five miles, much less 26. Suzanne encouraged me to take a drink from her water bottle, and I almost dropped it. 

By the time we crossed the short arched wooden floored foot bridge across the water in the park again, I was starting to really feel the burn in my legs and chest. I was breathing as deeply as I could, struggling for oxygen, and feeling every muscle in my chest and rib cage move and ripple. My pulse pounded loudly in my ears, and I got the beginnings of tunnel vision: my peripheral vision was deserting me, leaving me central vision only. I was barely aware of the busy traffic passing over my head as we passed under Mopac for the final time. As we passed by the tennis courts and the high school, my own breathing sounded to me like Darth Vader's, and every muscle in my legs and chest was screaming for attention. It took me a while to recognize that the very loud noise was a team of diesel locomotives pulling a long chain of gravel cars over the railroad bridge. Suzanne tried to encourage me, but my brain was so thick it took me several seconds to decipher the meaning of her words. 

"We are on the downhill pull, now, Robbie! We will go right up under the interstate, and then reverse course and turn back along the trail until we get to Lavaca and then go north to finish at Lara's building. You're doing fine, just keep going. We'll take care of you once you get there!"

I began to double inhale and single exhale forcefully, chugging like a madman, and realizing just how much my spinal reflexes and brainstem could do by themselves. My brain was mush. Suddenly a runner's high kicked in, and endorphins flooded into my boiling bloodstream. I felt great! This made all the pain worthwhile, and feeling like this, I could go on forever! Do they have double Marathons? I am invincible! 

We reached the turnaround point under the interstate, and I heard the honking horns and squealing tires of a barely avoided collision. Oh what petty concerns those little people have, I thought, my perfect Krishna consciousness expanded by my incredible running prowess and superior physicality as I floated serenely above it all. Then the lactic acid and all the other waste products of exertion in my bloodstream must have eaten up all those wonderful little endorphin molecules; destroyed them, neutralized them and suddenly I crashed and burned while still putting one foot in front of another. 

Pain and misery befell me. The Four Seasons passed by on my right for the final time, perhaps in my life. What's it all about, anyway? Under the bat bridge, and then Suzanne started up a ramp. I don't like going up. I want stay level, or maybe go downhill. Back to basics, Robbie, just like that first day on the track on campus: focus on Suzanne's ass and follow it until you drop. Then we were on a city street: I think I have been on this one before! Look: apartments, bars, music, offices. Look at that big white house with big white columns and lots of big trees and a really nice lawn, and then a big brick church. Why is it so quiet? I see cars, and they are moving, but they are not making any noise. I can only hear my breathing and my heart. It's okay, just keep going. Oh, wow, I want some of that chili! I'm really hungry.

Is that Lara's building? Is that Lara? Where's Suzanne? Oh, she's right next to me. So is Lara. Why are they walking me around outside the building? When did I stop running? I just want to lie down. Was that Gatorade? Boy was that ever good! How did I get in this elevator? 

.....

Suzanne was glad Lara was so big and strong, because otherwise they would not have been able to get Robbie into the elevator. He was still punch drunk, wobbly, and barely able to stand. He had done pretty well for his first try at this distance, but he had been very silent and alarmingly pale for the last mile or so. They managed to walk him through a couple of cool down laps around the building, and he inhaled a two liter bottle of Gatorade. Should they cancel the plans for his little après run sex party?

Suzanne got two of Bob the Knob's new energy shot gels into him: he said the jelly was good but he wanted some toast too. He was still punchy. Once inside the apartment, Lara had another liter of Gatorade ready and some Russian style black rye bread, Robbie's favorite, and he ate two big chunks of it and downed all the Gatorade. His color improved miraculously, but he was still acting like a silly drunk. Suzanne did her little stretching routine, getting him to mimic her and stretch himself. 

His eyes were glued to Suzanne. "Wow, girl, you really know how to stretch! You are lookin' good!"

Lara giggled. "It must be true love, Suzanne!"

When Lara spoke, Robbie swiveled to look as if he had just noticed her. "Whoa there, Blondie, are you fine or what?"

Suzanne giggled now. "Welcome to the club, Blondie!"

They maneuvered Robbie into the living room, and onto the massage table, which Lara had set up right under the trapeze. Lara took off Robbie's shoes and very fragrant socks, while Suzanne retrieved a little kit from her soccer gear bag. She expertly checked out Robbie's feet, finding only a couple of little blisters which she quickly cleaned out with some rubbing alcohol, then followed up with some Neosporin and an adhesive bandage. Lara took off his windbreaker, running jersey, and undershirt, and when she finished with his feet, Suzanne slid off his shorts and underwear. 

Robbie giggled now. "I like where this is going!"

"First it's going to the shower, stinky boy!"

They picked him up under his arms and escorted him into the shower. Lara warmed up the water and they sat him on the little tile seat in the corner. They shed their clothes and used the hand held shower wand to wet him and began to soap him up. He giggled. "No need to fight over me, girls, I am already in love with both of you!"

Suzanne said "In vino veritas, and I suppose this is as close to drunk as Robbie ever gets."

Lara got right in Robbie's face and gave him her very best thousand watt smile. Suzanne certainly found it irresistible. 

"Robbie, can we do anything to you we want? Do you trust us to take care of you?"

Suzanne put her face right next to Lara's, put her tongue up against her upper lip and smiled at him. "We'll make you feel things you never felt before, Robbie!"

Robbie leered at them with Pavlovian predictability, and giggled. "If music be the fool of love, play me!"

It may have been shaky Shakespeare, but both girls took it as the permission they were looking for.

"Let's go back to the massage table Robbie. We want to relax you a little bit!"

Robbie was almost able to navigate all by himself now. They laid him out on the table again, and Suzanne checked his feet again, to make sure nothing came loose in the shower. Lara began whispering in his ear, gently circling one of his nipples with her finger. He stretched and cooed like a kitten. Suzanne began giving him the same treatment on the other side and Robbie closed his eyes and a big grin spread across his face. He barely noticed when the fur lined handcuffs closed around each wrist, one wielded by each woman with her off hand. But he did wonder what Lara was now doing with that block and tackle looking thing, which seemed to be made of shiny brass and aluminum. He could not help but notice when he was pulled up to a seated position on the massage table by his arms as Lara continued to turn the crank on the shiny winch, or whatever it was. She was a wench with a winch, he thought, and that was funny. But then the alarm bells began to chime in his head, just a little too late.

.....

My arms were being lifted toward the ceiling, just as the curtain was lifting from my consciousness. Lara moved the massage table back a little bit, and I realized that my wrists were locked to two strong looking chains that ran up to the ceiling, almost parallel to the ropes that the trapeze was attached to. The result was that I was suspended in front of, and about a foot away from, the trapeze. My weight was now fully borne by the chains, and Lara slipped behind me and clipped my ankles to the chains, too. I looked down at my restraints, and saw that I could shake and vibrate, but I really wasn't going anywhere unless they unhooked me. I looked up to see both girls grinning up at me with big beaming smiles.

"Robbie, you have made a very wise and courageous choice to trust us tonight. We are going to give you things you could never give yourself." Oh shit, what have I gotten myself into? Endorphins are a very dangerous drug. 

Lara and Suzanne stood looking at me with their hands on their hips, letting it sink in that I was helpless and completely at their mercy. Then Lara stood behind Suzanne and began whispering in her ear. Lara was six foot even without any shoes; Suzanne was about 5 foot 3 inches. Lara rested her chin right on top Suzanne's head, and hugged her waist. Suzanne leaned back into her, tilted her head up and back, and began to kiss Lara on the neck. Lara's hands moved from Suzanne's waist up to just under her breasts. She teased all around them, never touching the nipples, and began to kiss the top of Suzanne's well defined shoulders. Man that looked like fun.




My Only Talent Ch. 20



I stared at both girls longingly, watching Suzann's nipples get hard under her tee shirt, and loving how her nostrils flared with deep breathing. Lara began to take off the shirt, and I watched every move like a puppy watching fresh meat being unwrapped. She tenderly caressed Suzanne's breasts, which responded beautifully, in my humble opinion. Suzanne turned her head and kissed Lara, who moved her hands down to Suzanne's hips, and then slowly moved them around to the front of her thighs. Suzanne spread her legs and dipped her hips down; bending her knees out a little bit, and Lara put a hand inside those lime green panties. Suzanne groaned and Lara giggled softly. 

Lara picked Suzanne up and laid her out on the massage table right in front of me. My straining erection interfered with my view of the action, and I began to hear my breathing like Darth Vader's again. The little green panties came off, and Suzanne folded her arms languidly over her head like she often did when she anticipated that someone was about to munch her lovely dark carpet. Lara teased by kissing her thighs, slowly and tantalizingly working her way up toward the amazing Suzanne snatch. I was then slammed by a Suzie signal from Suzanne: she wanted Lara to get down to business, and right now. Me too, but I was tied up right now. Then Lara stepped back a little, towering over the table, and began to strip, slowly and wonderfully, noting Suzanne's eyes feasting on her every move. Suzanne literally quivered on the table. 

And then the tables were turned on Suzanne, as Lara lithely climbed up on the table, sitting right on Suzanne's face and grinding her pussy into it. Suzanne's Suzie signal growled and shifted tone radically, but then she reached up and twisted Lara's nipples with both hands, and frantic slurping noises began to emerge from between Lara's legs. Lara closed her eyes and moved her hips around like she doing a hula hoop while riding a mechanical rodeo bull at Billy Bob's, and enjoying it immensely. Lara's crafty little Suzie now beamed through, saying she was on top and liking it, and intending to stay up on that horse for a while. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me, smiled, and said "You are next, Robbie!" with fire in her eyes. Mrs. Douglass, where are you now when I need some relationship advice? But then again, what choices do I actually have?

Lara closed her eyes again and her nipples crinkled suddenly like two old style flashbulbs going off, and it formed a perfect picture in my mind as she tossed her head back, shaking her blonde mane, and making one of her little orgasm cries. She stopped moving for about three seconds, and Suzanne's tonguing paused too. Then Lara opened her eyes, smiled at me like a happy but still hungry lioness, and began very pointedly fucking Suzanne's face again with renewed vigor. Suzanne resumed her ministrations with matching fervor, and a wondrous wave of Lara's exciting aroma hit my nostrils. I thought the skin on my cock was going to rip and tear from the pressure it was under.

Lara had a second, and even wetter, orgasm and then wrapped Suzanne up in something like a very sexy martial arts submission hold and slowly and deliberately went down on her, holding her immobilized while generating three hot little sneezing orgasms and making the air redolent with their wonderful yet distinctly different pussy perfumes. Then she released Suzanne from the hold and kissed her tenderly.

Suzanne said, "Lara, you are a mean and nasty animal sometimes, and I love it!"

The both stretched, drank a little water, and then looked up at me. They gave me a little water, too, and then a pair of beaming and scheming smiles again appeared on their faces. They moved the massage table around so they could stand up on it and be on either side of me, and then locked the casters to hold it in place. Lara reached into one of her 'toy boxes' and pulled out two long white feathers, handing one to Suzanne. 

"Robbie, Robbie, Robbie! What are we going to do with you?" Lara laughed. "Why, anything we want!"

Suzanne put a hand on my ass. "And what are you going to do for us? Why, anything we want!" 

My heart beat almost uncontrollably. One of my secret fears was coming true. I had no control at all! I realized that if you found 1000 horny ESU freshman males and asked them, fully 997 of them would trade places with me in an instant and let these two go all freaky on them any time. And I knew these two really loved me, yet I was scared to death. Try to be realistic here, Robbie: what could they ask of you that you haven't already done for them willingly and happily? Haven't both of them repeatedly submitted to you, giving you total control over their bodies, solely for your amusement and pleasure? Haven't you fucked both their throats mercilessly, just letting them worry about breathing? Haven't you deliberately and systematically humiliated Lara, just to get her excited? Haven't you spanked and dominated Suzanne just to get yourself off? Haven't you taken them both in the ass with nary a thought to their sufficient relaxation and lubrication? And didn't they end up loving every minute of it?

They both took up positions beside and behind me, kissing my shoulders and reaching around to touch my nipples, and whispering in my ears.

"You are about to eat some serious ass here, stud! And you better do it right, or that's all you'll get!"

Suzanne clipped two metal things to the ropes holding the trapeze. They put tension on the rope and held it in position, easily supporting Suzanne's meager weight. They were like stirrups, and my face was about to be her saddle. Her muscular buns appeared magically right in front of me, and she bent over at the waist and backed into me, holding her arms behind her back like in her stretching routine, and using them to grab the rope to balance herself. "Roll up that tongue and worship my ass!" This was certainly something I had enjoyed before on a purely voluntary basis, but I had to admit that there was some added tension in this particular setting. Lara took out her feather and very lightly used it to tickle the very bottom of my balls.

Suzanne's light olive skinned ass was an absolute vision, with a fine sheen of her lubricant covering it like sexual dew. I almost wanted to just stay back and look at it; it was that great a sight. But I knew that was not in the cards. But I still had enough resistance left to be a little bit of a tease myself. I kissed her butt cheeks gently, little butterfly kisses, and approached her little rosebud tentatively. I exhaled on it with my mouth open, so she just barely felt my hot breath on it, but no actual touch and certainly no tongue penetration. I marveled at how that minor effort of exertion seemed to increase the tension in my cock. I began to lick towards her hot little asshole, but never actually reaching it. 

She took one hand off the rope, and demonstrated her strength and flexibility by grabbing the back of my head and pulling it toward her. "Stick your tongue in my ass, boy, and get busy with it!"

I did. I couldn't resist it anymore anyway. Her Suzie signal told me she really did want some ass worship, and I tuned my actions with its guidance and tried to keep her just on the edge: thinking she was about to get what she wanted, but stopping just short of it. I did plunge my tongue into her hot little opening, but then pulled out and teased the little ruffles and ridges of the puckering skin around it. She did not object. I found a rhythm that had her spellbound, and I was enjoying myself, too. Her Suzie signal began to wax and her powerful leg muscles began to vibrate a bit. She shifted back and bent over even further and I got my lips sealed to her ass firmly and my tongue now achieved maximum possible penetration. My chin was now snuggled up against the area between her anus and pussy, and when I made chewing and side to side motions with my jaw, her Suzie sang in concert. It gave me some feeling of power, or at least I told myself it did. 

She shivered like she had the chills, but her skin felt warmer to me. Her legs vibrated, and her little rosebud grabbed my tongue and a trickle of new lubricant leaked from her pussy and down my nose and chin. She sneezed twice in quick succession, and then her butt checks clenched together, a maneuver that threatened to expel my tongue from her asshole. I rooted like a hog, pushing forward, and she gasped, losing her tough girl act for a moment. "Oh yeah, baby!" She came again with a third little sneeze, and then sighed loudly. 

Lara looked on, still tickling my ball sac with the feather, but mostly trying to peek between Suzanne's ass and my lips to see what my tongue was doing, and holding her mouth funny. "It's my turn, Suze!" I wasn't sure if she wanted me to eat her, or she wanted to supplant my efforts on Suzanne. I didn't get to choose, I suppose. Lara moved the two little climbers or descenders or whatever they were grabbing the ropes up above my shoulders. What was she going to do up there? She went up the rope hand over hand, demonstrating very impressive upper body strength. Suzanne sighed again. Lara grabbed the two metal handles locked to the ropes, and basically chinned herself up to a level where her waist was roughly level with my face. Then she hooked her ankles up over her wrists, and let herself swung down right into my face like a hot pink pendulum, with her legs spread out so that her ass pushed itself right onto my mouth. "Eat my ass, stud!"

I was amazed at how different she tasted. They both had that faint coppery taste that stirred something nasty deep down inside me, but Lara had a sort of cinnamon overtone to her taste. She also had bigger, stronger, longer thighs and a very ample ass. Suddenly her ass was my world. Her Suzie drilled into my head and I let it govern my actions. She began to groan almost immediately, and I set myself a goal to make her scream. Suzanne stood up on the massage table and began to gently bite Lara's breasts, causing her thighs to squeeze my head even more strongly. There was no place for me to go but forward, and I used all the strength in my neck to push my tongue into her ass and do my best imitation of an anteater. She shuddered and came, shaking on the ropes. I really liked it. She pushed herself even more strongly toward me, and I began round two of our little match. It did not take long for her to win another fall, and another wave of her amazing pussy juice leaked from her snatch and dripped on my face. She exhaled loudly and swung her legs off of her wrists, and let herself down slowly, pausing as her face came level with mine. She smiled mischievously, and then kissed me very tenderly on the lips for just an instant. 

She turned to Suzanne, and said "I am warmed up now, and it's time for some intense pussy worship training for this slave!"

Suzanne giggled. "If he passes this test, we might consider giving him some relief. She nodded toward my straining erection. "That looks almost painful."

Lara laughed. "It's potentially useful to us, you mean, after we whip him into shape. Speaking of relief, I need to visit the bathroom for a moment. I'll be right back."

She returned in less than a minute and climbed back up on the ropes, with a truly evil looking expression on her face. "Lick me clean, slave, and make it a thorough job!" Oh my, how the worm had turned. It got me really hot. What was next?

.....

Günter and Strelsa had developed an established Friday night routine that they usually stuck to, unless Günter was traveling to a rowing event. They avoided the downtown restaurants near their apartment, as they were usually very crowded on weekends. On her way home from campus, before the evening rush, Strelsa would pick up pre-prepared dinner stuff at Whole Foods, or one of the salad or sandwich places downtown or the little Italian style deli-market in the retail floor of their building, and when Günter got home, usually late after evening workouts, they would have dinner in, usually with Netflix or some other movie or on demand TV show afterwards. They had a couple of other Friday traditions, too: no discussion of workplace or money problems until Saturday morning, and always make love between dinner and the movie. They both looked forward to Friday all week. 

This Friday, Strelsa was going to try to prepare Günter for the planned future evening adventures with Robbie and Suzanne. She had searched the web extensively and found a recent soft porno, in German no less, about a couple in Sweden who decided to experiment with swinging with another couple over a weekend. The title sounded innocuous enough that she could claim not to have known the real content, but she had already watched it once to make sure it was not a 'morality play' where everyone got STDs, a divorce, and then committed murder suicide as a result of their sexual experimentation. In fact, the attractive and happy couples had found they heartily enjoyed a little variety. In the movie, it made their marriages stronger, and they lived happily ever after, doing the neighbors once a month or so. She had picked up some rabbit, one of Günter's favorites, to serve for dinner, complete with dessert and a very racy new set of panties and bra that she had ordered from Victoria's Secret, with a discount coupon, of course. Hopefully they would fuck like bunnies later. She was not sure of the exact order of things, but she would ask Günter about some of his desires, and maybe get answers on some of the questions that occurred to her during her lunch with Suzanne. This was going to be a very interesting Friday night. 

.....

I was lost in the folds of Lara's golden snatch for some time: about 2 orgasms worth, and then Suzanne's for a while longer. I developed an exquisite understanding of what I was doing to Erminia by making her concentrate entirely on someone else's pleasure. It did sort of focus the mind. And it gave me even more insight into how Suzie signals might be generated by the same process that connected the physical sensations with the feelings of pleasure. Clearly it worked differently for Millie than for me, or Lara versus Suzanne, but the common factors were making themselves known. I had just felt both Lara's and Suzanne's most recent orgasms with a depth and clarity that truly astounded me, and led me to the inescapable conclusion that male and female orgasms were two very different things. I also understood that an orgasm delayed was an orgasm intensified, and why. As much as it excited me, it also relaxed me, or at least gave me patience to await my own release. I would need it.

.....

Dinner had gone very well, and as Strelsa put things away in the kitchen, Günter snuck in behind her and began to fondle her ass. She loved it when he did that, and her excitement made her a little bold. 

"Günter, do you remember when I talked about a fantasy threesome with another girl a few weeks ago to make you hot?"

His answer was to press his obvious and huge erection against her backside. He remembered. "Did you think I didn't notice that, my love?"

He laughed, and then intensified his attentions to her butt. 

"Would you like to do more than just talk about it, Günter?"

His hands stopped moving for just a second, and his breath caught involuntarily. 

"Be honest with me Günter! I know it excites you. What if I was okay with making it happen for you?"

He drew in a huge breath. "It does excite me, as a fantasy. But I would never want to be unfaithful to you, or make you feel as if you weren't enough for me."

"It would just be a thrill, my love, a little variety. It wouldn't change how we feel about each other."

Günter drew in an even larger breath. He should always be truthful with Strelsa. "It would be exciting. But don't you have the same kind of fantasies?

She sputtered and started to say no, but he touched a finger to her lips, silencing her. "I think you do, Liebchen, and you should be honest with me, too, shouldn't you?"

Tears rolled down her cheek. He kissed them. "It is okay! We have never been with anyone else. It is normal for us to be curious. Are you saying you want us to 'satisfy our curiosity'?"

"Yes, I guess so. I talked to Suzanne Pliskin about it. I saw how you couldn't take your eyes off of her when she was here for dinner. And Robbie is the only man I really trust besides you, and even if it does not work out well, he will be nice about it, and never tell anyone." 

Günter chuckled, feeling bittersweet. She had reached the same conclusions that he had, and that was why he had already talked to Robbie. "And I saw the way you looked at Robbie, too."

She turned bright red, like he had never seen her before.

He held her closer, saying "It's okay, Strelsa, but what do we actually do about it? What did she say?"

She shuddered again. "Suzanne said she talked to Robbie. She will do what I asked, and be in a threesome with us, so you can have two women at once."

Günter's heart pounded, but before he could speak, she continued, "But she wants some other things before that, Günter!"

"What else does she want?"

Strelsa looked like she might faint. "She wants me first, Günter! She wants me to be with her while you and Robbie watch us!"

"Ich wünsche guten Appetit. I would like to see that!" She slapped him playfully, and he kissed her seriously. "That surely does turn me on!" he said.

"That's why she wants to do it; she said it would get you and Robbie hot and maybe me too, for the other things she wants, later on some other evenings."

"Was ist?"

"She would not say. She said we should try that first evening and if we want to go on, and after that we can talk about it."

"Have you ever thought about being with a woman?"

Strelsa turned red again, and smiled. "I have thought about it quite a bit in the last few hours!" She took off her blouse, and he immediately noticed the new bra and panties. "Show me what you think she would do to me, Günter!"

He had some remarkably creative ideas, for a PE coach, and they never got around to watching the movie.

.....

Both of my female tormentors now had enjoyed multiple additional orgasms, and each had made a trip to the bathroom, returning with an evil grin and demanding that I lick them clean. I was surprised to find that I would have been disappointed if they hadn't, and I tried my version of Millie's hot but haughty look out on them. They seemed to find it a little disturbing. Good.

I had no idea what time it was, but I was pretty sure that we had now reached the point in our evening where my release was close at hand, or however they planned it. I just couldn't see how else they could delay it much longer. They both smiled up at me, and began to gently tease my nipples, one using her hand while the other used her tongue, and then switching sides and roles. It was wonderful.

"Well, Robbie, you performance as a sex slave has been just barely acceptable, and we will expect you to do a lot better next time, but we may let you come, to encourage you to improve next time." They moved closer and began to kiss my abdomen and thighs, but studiously avoiding my bright red dick and painfully blue balls. Lara moved behind me and kissed my butt cheeks, and Suzanne put her tongue on her upper lip and stared obviously at my cock from a few inches away. I responded as she knew I would, afraid that my cock really might burst if they don't get on with it. But I was not at all prepared for what happened next. Lara went over to her toy chest and picked up her red whip, and handed it to Suzanne. 

She began lightly flicking it against the back of my legs, hard enough to sting a bit but not really painful. She would deliver a few blows and then Suzanne would swoop in for a few licks, getting closer to my aching cock each time. The worked in contrast, alternating gradually harder blows with the whip and gradually more pleasurable tongue caresses. But soon it was frank flogging, and had moved up to my buttocks, and light tongue flicks on my cock. As much as I hated to admit it, I was hard as a rock and more turned on than I could have ever believed. I think I heard Mrs. Douglass's haunting laughter floating around inside my head.




My Only Talent Ch. 20



The two girls then switched roles, with Suzanne wielding the whip and Lara very tentatively kissing my cock. Suzanne gave me some really taunting looks, and some much stronger whipping, and it made me even hotter. It was almost like it was happening to someone else, not me, but the harder she hit me, the hotter I got. Lara then took me into her mouth all the way, and Suzanne moved in behind me. Lara would gently lick me, and then pause with her hot mouth and warm breath surrounding me but not touching my cock at all, and then Suzanne would pop me really hard. They alternated this treatment, keeping me right on the edge. I don't know if they planned it so exquisitely, but in practice, Lara would suck me just to edge of an orgasm, and then freeze her motion, and Suzanne would pop me really hard, with my resulting twitches moving my cock in Lara's mouth, which almost drove me over the edge. 

Finally Lara held still and Suzanne laughed, and then began hitting me even harder, with a long wait between the strokes. Her fourth blow made me twitch all over, and I shot off in Lara's mouth like a geyser. Suddenly Millie wasn't the only one that could come from a little pain. Holy Shit! That scared me, more than a little. It was just like the feeling I had in the restaurant when Lara was under the table and I was afraid someone would see. 

Lara drained me, and then did the little in and out trick, keeping me really hard. They alternated kissing my mouth and my cock, and then performed a very tantalizing tag team blowjob, getting me right on the edge and then looking up at me tauntingly. It was also torture, but pretty delicious torture. Finally Suzanne took over full time on my cock and Lara began to suck gently on my balls. As I got close to coming, Lara began to suck so hard I was afraid it would keep my semen from getting out of there when I finally came. But it did not turn out to be a problem. Suzanne picked up the whip and short arm popped me again, and soon I was coursing into her hot mouth. I did sag against the ropes for a moment, but she kept sucking me, again using her in and out technique and I stayed hard as a rock, the third time being a charm. She gave me a few more pops with the whip. I guess you could say she whipped me into frenzy.

Her eyes kept smiling approval at me as I stayed hard in her mouth, and then Lara climbed up the ropes again and took up that 'ankles over wrists' position while she held the rope, this time slipping my cock into her pussy and pounding me like the erect and swinging pendulum I was. I was again very hard, surprised at my own response and stamina, but feeling almost nothing, and she got herself off three times before I even felt the twinges of another orgasm building in my balls. Suzanne returned the favor and sucked on them just as hard as Lara had, and when I finally came again and I felt like a rocket finally achieving escape velocity and coursing into outer space. Then they both left me hanging again while Suzanne devoured Lara and my juices together, and Lara had another shuddering come while I watched them; now barely clinging to consciousness. 

They unhooked me and carefully took me down from the chains, and led me again to the shower. I had worked up quite a sweat, and like my immediate post marathon state, it was obvious from my aroma that some new and unusual stuff had been generated inside my body, and was now coming out through my skin. They seemed to treat me with even more tenderness and respect than even before, even shampooing my hair for me gently, and kissing and touching me even more often than our last post orgy shower. It was wonderful. 

"Robbie, you are certainly a complex and interesting man, aren't you?" Lara smiled. "First you got all excited at the possibility of exposure when I blew you under the table at the steak house and came in less than a minute, and now you face your fears and surrender to us, and get us off like never before! Four times you got hard, my love, even after running your first marathon, and stayed hard long enough to satisfy us both several times. I, for one, am very impressed."

Suzanne stopped kissing my nipples long enough to add "I don't know if you noticed that when he came in your mouth that last time it was from my fourth blow with the whip. He can now do what Millie can! Robbie, is there nothing you can't do?"

I grinned. "I can't keep up with you guys every time, but I enjoy watching you get each other off so much I don't feel bad about that."

Lara looked at me with even wider eyes. "You did taste different, Robbie, maybe more concentrated after your run, I don't know, but stronger, tangier. I liked it, and you know I love you."

Suzanne got a contemplative look on her face. "We have quite an exciting plan for you Robbie. We got the idea to develop it from a wonderful man that took loving control of his new and inexperienced sub and got her off like no one ever had. Then you brought me to her and showed me a whole new aspect of myself, too. When you are ready for the next step, then turn yourself over to us again, and we will step up our game for you. We have more to give you, you can be sure, and you will experience something new and novel every time you turn things over to us. But we are yours to continue to have any way you want us, too." 

They took me into the kitchen and began cooking a late supper, while Suzanne talked about 'post marathon re-feeding' and my stretching and exercise plan for the next day or two. I watched Lara as she made an amazing salad with mangos, kiwis, orange slices, Serrano peppers, and black quinoa, tossed with some sesame oil, lime juice, coconut and some other spices. She also whipped up some buckwheat pancakes with walnuts and banana slices in them. We sat at the table together and I put it away like I was fourteen years old again. I was so hungry I could not see straight, but I could see as far as my plate, at least. We all then settled into Lara's big bed and slept like little kids at a sleepover. I got up during the night to pee, and Suzanne woke up with me and followed me in to the bathroom, kneeling just left of me and watching me pee with her tongue up on her upper lip. When I finished she smiled and leaned forward, licking me clean gently. Have I told you how wonderful she is? 

A few hours later I woke up with a huge hard on, and realized both girls were looking at me with hooded eyes. They smiled at me when they realized I was awake, and then did the rock paper scissors game silently with their hands. Suzanne won, and she stretched and then languidly rose and lowered her pussy onto my mouth. I didn't even get a proper taste before she was completely wet, and then she moved back and sat on my cock. Lara scooted down until her face was just behind Suzanne's ass, and watched. My cock was wicked hard, but I was merely supplying warm blood at the proper pressure and holding it in position while Suzanne worked out on it. She knew just what to do to achieve proper results, too, and soon one of her cute little sneezes rang out. As I looked up at her, I noticed a little glow of perspiration on her chin, erect nipples, goose bumps and hair in disarray: she was so beautiful it hurt. She paused for just a moment, folded her arms over her head again, and then used her amazing legs to begin the process of bringing herself off again. 

She looked down at me a smiled a very knowing and hot smile, and then her pussy began to grip me like the Jaws of Life. She was toying with me: she could make me come anytime she wanted to, and we both knew it. She closed her eyes and began her final climb, timing things such that I came just as she did. I clinched my teeth silently, Suzanne sighed softly, but Lara growled like a big dog playing tug of war. Suzanne then rolled off of me onto her back, and held her legs up in that wonderful 'V' position that looked like some sort of gymnastics move. 

"Lara, sweetie, would you do me a favor?" I heard wet, guzzling sounds. "Oh, thank you, sweetie!" I watched as they wrapped each other up like the fish in that Escher drawing, mirroring each other and blending into one another and the junction between the two blurring and changing as you looked from different angles. I was spent, but I could not look away, and it was wonderful.

I made it back to the dorm just as the brunch line was opening up, and I was so hungry I could have closed it down myself. I followed Suzanne's recommended re-feeding plan and took in lots of protein along with my normal carbohydrate loading regime, along with a boat load of juice and water. When I could take in no more, I changed and went out to the track, to do the Pliskin recommended three miles at an easy jog, followed by two maximum effort sprint laps, one jogged cool down lap, and then walked four cool down laps. I felt pretty good. I was glad I had my wallet with me, because I suddenly had a maximum craving for a bowl of chili, and an amazingly clear mental picture of the chili parlor a few blocks south of Lara's building. I didn't take long to walk there, and the chili tasted even better than I hoped it would. I went back to the dorm, brushed my teeth, and took a nap. Kevin was spending the day helping Lou Baby, the buttery smooth skinned and perfectly tanned Jewish American Princess, to decorate the house for a dance at her sorority tonight. 

When I woke up, I decided to break my normal weekend rules, given the end of semester crush, and study for a while before going over to Peggy's. It helped to look at things in perspective and set my priorities. I realized there were two classes that I would still ace even if I only made a 70 on the final, but I still had to take the exams. I did not, therefore, have to study for them as much as for the others. I used a project calendar and laid out a schedule for the rest of the days left before finals. I put in time to go over all the reading assignments for the 'important' classes again, and scheduled my 'lecturing to the empty classroom' bits to find holes in my preparation. Then I completed the two main homework assignments that were due in the next few days in the foreshortened 'week' before exams began. I took a shower, put on the grey pair of my new pants that actually fit, with a white Oxford shirt and a navy blazer, and walked over to Peggy's house with a little hint of sadness on my countenance. Peggy had explained that the person who she was to replace in the museum's pecking order was leaving her job early due to rapidly deteriorating health, and they wanted her to report early. She had therefore accelerated her planned departure for London and gainful employment via an even earlier early graduation plan: with judicious substitution of online courses, burning the midnight oil, and an approval signature from her faculty advisor, she could finish off her degree by the end of this semester. Like many current students, her job prospects upon graduation had been so bad that staying in school an extra semester or two was not unattractive. 

It was a sunny but cool December day, and I enjoyed my walk immensely, detouring through the capitol grounds and watching kids, families, and tour groups on a Saturday afternoon. There were lots of people moving all through the downtown area, most in as good a mood as I was. When I arrived at Peggy's house, approaching from the east, she was out on her littlie balcony that faced eastward towards the capitol, and she waved at me.

She came down the steps and met me outside, with a bear hug and a kiss, which I returned enthusiastically. "You clean up nice, Robbie. I usually only see you in jeans. Dressed up this nice, I think you might get lucky!" 

We went up the stairs, and I whispered to her that I wanted dessert first and dinner second. She smiled and her Suzie sang out clear and bold, her tone a perfect pitch. She was feeling sweet, but also nasty and demanding. That was fine with me. I immediately wanted to rock her big boat on the ocean of her bed, and pushed her onto it without further ado. Her rapid breathing brooked no objection, and I crawled atop her and kissed her hungrily. I rapidly freed her very ample breasts and lost myself in them, simultaneously detecting her growling Suzie and wonderful pussy odor in the room. I made myself a bargain that I would give her one slow and easy orgasm first, and then just take her any way I wanted her after that. 

I got rougher with her breasts, and her Suzie soared. I was just on the verge of biting them hard when she quickly stripped off her panties and grabbed my head, pulling me on top of her. I put all my weight on her, which her Suzie made plain that she craved, but then began kissing her softly on her shoulders and neck. She grabbed my butt and tried to encourage me to enter her already, but I slowly made my way down her body, kissing everything but her huge crinkling nipples. By the time I worked my way down to her belly button, and tongued it aggressively, her aroma was peaking and driving me crazy. She grabbed my head and tried to push it immediately to her pussy, but I resisted and continued my slow and teasing path downward. Following my pattern, I lavished attention on everything except her now sloppy pussy, comingling licks, kisses, and little bites. I had to strongly resist her tugging on my ears to try to center my attentions on her clit, but I studiously kept up with my plan. 

Finally I plugged into her Suzie and started in on her pussy. She pulled her legs up and apart as far as she could, rotating her hips out to give me maximum access. I reached up under her knees and wrapped them up around my arms, pulling them even wider apart. A wave of humid wonderfulness hit me full in the face. And I devoted my every thought to making her come. I ramped up from teasing to gentle to mildly aggressive, and suddenly she came with a snap of her Suzie and a pulse of pubic perfume. It was wonderful. I slid my cock into her with absolutely no further thought to her pleasure, and concentrated only on mine. It felt like I was fucking a big float on a small ocean, and I was rocking with the waves. I reached a pace that felt comfortable and realized that I craved a little more exercise than I had already had from my light run this morning. 

I settled into a rhythm, concentrating on the way my body felt and frankly just enjoying Peggy's perfect pussy for a while. I shut out her Suzie and just worked on making my dick feel great. Suddenly she cried out and a Suzie signal spiked into my brain, shaking me out of my little self involved trance. "Oh fuck!" she cried again. A burst of wetness and some wonderful aroma wafted into the room. As nice as it was, I did my best to ignore it and fucked her even harder. I was just on the edge of coming when I thought about her pleasure again, and tuned into her Suzie for real. She was frantic and feeling very, very nasty. I suppose I had a duty to be as nasty as she needed. 

I whispered in her ear, "I am just about to come, Peggy, and when I do, it is going to be in your hot little mouth and you better get ready for me!" She was. Happily drained, I groaned and flipped her over and pulled her up on to her knees and elbows. She was flushed and hot and wonderful. I spanked her butt until it was red and even hotter all over.

"Oh, Peggy, you are so fine. We are going to play a little game of rosebud, rosebud, let's kiss the rosebud!"

She groaned again and I spread her ass checks and teased her mercilessly. In a few moments, she was pushing back against me and frantic for more contact. Her Suzie was my roadmap, and I did a circle search around the edge of the sensations she wanted, getting her hotter and hotter. It was working for me too, and suddenly I found I was rock hard again. 

"You know what comes next, don't you Peggy?"

Suddenly she was Betty Boop again. "I think someone is going to fuck my ass, and I know you have those urges. I do too, I just can't help it. I am a nasty girl, and I think I am going to like it! In my ass. Urges."

Something about her intonation drove me even crazier, and I did my John Henry act, happily thrusting into her butt with reckless abandon. If there ever was a woman built to take it in the back door, it was Peggy, and I pounded her with everything I had. I lost touch with her Suzie, and abandoned any pretense of taking care of her, and just took care of myself. I don't know if she came or not then, but she sobbed and dropped her hips and arms down flat on the bed. I just adjusted my position slightly, getting a little more penetration by pinning her even flatter to the bed, and continued to pound away.

She started to wheeze, her breathing so cataclysmic that I began to worry about her. Then she took a series of rapid and really deep breaths and began to talk. "Forget about coming in my mouth this time, Robbie! I want it in the ass, just as far up there as you can put it. That is, if you can really make it happen for me? Can you, Big Boy? In my ass? Way up my ass! If you can."

It drove me completely crazy. Tunnel vision set in. My cock in her ass was my whole world. I shut out her Suzie, and any thought of her or her pleasure, and went back several million years on the evolutionary scale. I was a lizard on a hot rock, back in volcanic times, pounding away at another lizard, getting on top and planning to stay there. There were no mammals, only lizards. Cold blooded, merciless, instinctual fucking lizards and I was the baddest reptile on the rock. 

Spasm begat spasm and my muscles were locked and loaded. I was in another world, as was my cock. I got an endorphin rush. Could I call it a fucker's high? Suddenly I shot off into Peggy and felt like a crazy lizard that just killed all its rivals. Like some spinal reflex, my abdomen continued to contract and release to push my spunk further into her. I was reminded of an insect's legs that still move even after the head is cut off.

Then I realized I had been out for a while, and that Peggy was not only unable to get up with my dead weight on top of her, she was actually having trouble taking full breaths with me compressing her rib cage. I rolled off and she began to breathe rapidly. I turned on my side and did the same. 

Peggy was ready to speak first. "Robbie, I may have created a monster. You certainly sunk to my challenge, and I think I liked it a little too much. In my ass."

I put one arm around her, but said nothing.

She smiled like she had a secret. "Let's go get some dinner. I will sit in the restaurant with a funny grin on my face, and see if anyone can guess it's because my ass is sore and full of warm come! I never would have guessed it before I met you." 

We took a shower, but she refused to wash out her ass. I guess she was serious about what she had said. I got dried off and dressed very quickly, but it took Peggy a lot longer. I was in a 'nuzzle and guzzle' kind of mood: lurking behind Peggy and rubbing my cheeks against her shoulders, kissing her back, and feeling her up in general while she tried to apply makeup. She feigned irritation but she was sending some major contentment Suzie, and only half heartedly slapping my hands away. Finally she was ready to go, maneuvering her Range Rover down the narrow driveway with aplomb while I enjoyed my view of her shifting and very impressive cleavage as she drove. 

We headed out to East 7th, and I could already taste the cabrito. Our little dalliance and the time that it took meant that we had arrived right in the middle of the busiest time of the night, so we joined the line in the little covered walkway that led to the rear parking lot. In warmer weather, there would have been people seated outside at the tables under the little roof, but in December they were empty. The line was the same eclectic mix we had seen on our last visit: yuppies with kids and puppies, retired military people in their sixties and seventies, groups of ESU students, low riders, and Transplanted Texans from California, Minnesota, and New York. We had 'snowbirds' that wintered in Texas every year to escape the cold winters in the North, but the Transplanted Texans now came in droves to escape high unemployment, high taxes and high living costs, and stayed for the jobs, warm weather, and abundant outdoor recreation opportunities.




My Only Talent Ch. 20



Just ahead of us in the line was a very European looking couple, just a little bit older than college age and looking out of place: dressed very expensively and speaking rapid Italian in hushed tones. I was following pretty well, but Peggy was totally fluent, and by her facial expressions I could tell she was following every nuance of their conversation. From what I gleaned, another couple was on the way to join them at the restaurant, and they were texting back and forth to discover how far away they were. The man was concerned that people in line would object when the other couple joined them, and before she even thought about it, Peggy responded in equally rapid and lilting Italian that we had no objection and that their friends were welcome to join the line in front of us.

The woman thanked her immediately in Italian and then smiled, then said, in English, "Your Italian is wonderful!"

Peggy explained that she spent three summers and one fall semester in Italy for her art history studies, and they compared notes a bit. She and her friends were here to do some planning for next year's F1 race, having heard such glowing reports from those that had attended. The woman's name was Francesca Fortuna, and I was so taken by her that I didn't catch her companion's name, only gleaning that they were involved, but not married. The other couple arrived well before we got to the front of the line, and Francesca suggested that we get a table for six and continue our conversation. I completely missed the names of the other couple, but understood that they were Italians, too, living in New York and also planning to come to the race next year. They were certainly planning ahead. 

Tables for six took a little longer to clear, but we were finally seated. Peggy was enjoying keeping her Italian language skills up, and recommended 'cabrito', drawing them in with hushed, conspiratorial tones and then extolling the available mole' sauce and its purported qualities as an aphrodisiac. The men looked interested and Francesca and the other woman smiled at the idea. The waiter soon appeared and took drink orders for five frozen margaritas, a diet sprite, and a food order for six servings of barbequed kid goat, with corn tortillas and authentic full strength mole' sauce. I did not realize that Italians had such a fondness for Tequila. The guys especially were avid race fans, and in a combination of English and stumbling Italian, I managed to convey my recent adventures in the pits with Oiler and Ivor Greentree, a name they immediately recognized. Peggy updated Francesca on the must see stuff in Austin, and I heard that they would be here for a week. Although they invited us to join them for a drink on another evening, Peggy explained that we were both in the throes of the last few days of classes, followed by final exams, and would have to take a rain check.

Dinner was served and enjoyed, and I realized anew how much I enjoyed being around Peggy. So were the two Italian guys, keeping watch on Peggy's ample charms so openly that I was a little pissed off. I wasn't nearly as big and strong as Oiler, so I couldn't hold them up off the ground and shake them, but if they tried to pinch her, I was going to punch them. Luckily it never came to that. She must have noticed too, because as our plates were being cleared, she touched my leg and whispered in my ear, "They can look, but I want you to touch." My kind of girl! The Italians had another round of drinks, I put away three glasses of water, and we all enjoyed some flan. It turned out Francesca and the guy who lived in New York worked for an Italian sports network with cable subscribers all over Europe, and they were in town not just to plan personal visits, but to begin to develop a plan for a large team of people to cover next year's race, and to schmooze potential news sources, freelancers, advertisers and allies. The ratings were expected to be huge, and even more sponsors were signed up than for this year. I hoped that next year's race had a little less drama for me, and no need for Dwight and his team to return. 

We all walked out to the parking lot together, and business cards were exchanged, except for me. Peggy already had a card with her job title and office in London, but I could only Bluetooth swap contact info with all of them: I did not have a physical card. What would it say? "Freshman"? I hadn't even picked my major yet. The perfunctory invitations to visit were exchanged, but I did expect them to take me up on my offer to familiarize them with some parts of the town next time they visited. It might give me a chance to enjoy some justly reciprocal ogling of Francesca and her friend.

Back in Peggy's bedroom, I still wanted to feel dominant, perhaps still on the rebound from my Friday night adventure in submission to Suzanne and Lara. I slowly undressed her and asked her to get me some silk scarves, which I used to tie her arms to the bedposts. Her Suzie said she was craving more hardness and penetration, so I started with tender teasing, monitoring her response. An hour later she had come three times, and was quivering, her Suzie blasting frustration and massive desire for penetration. She was about to sing my favorite song.

"Robbie, I can't believe I would ever complain about you tenderly eating me out and making me come so much, but would you please just fuck me now? At least as hard as you did earlier!"

At least as hard, huh, baby? Well that told me something, I guess. I was determined to rock her world. The mole' sauce must have properly lubed my Suzie antenna, because I was reading her loud and clear, and giving her everything my inner John Henry could muster. Had it not been for her raspy Suzie, I would have thought I was hurting her, and a cop entering the room and viewing the scene would have surely arrested me for assault, but she loved every strong stroke, and could have taken more. Finally she had a very big girl vaginal orgasm that blasted my receiver and squeezed my cock. Wonderful! I decided to sprint to my own finish, but she managed to recover and come again just as I did. She was so my kind of girl, and she clamped down on me so hard I thought I might never get my dick back. 

Peggy was a nice big girl with a nice big bed, and that made for some really nice cuddling. This was the first time I had spent the whole night with her, and it might also be the last. My mistake. She was a joy to snuggle up to: she smelled good, she tasted good, she felt fantastic wherever we touched, and she ran her hands over my body constantly. She also made the best breakfast quiche ever. The bacon and jalapeños sealed the deal for me.

"Robbie, I guess this will be the last night we spend together in Austin. Will it be the last night we ever spend together?"

"I sincerely hope not. I might get to London sooner than you think."

"Really? I'll look forward to that. But in the meantime, I am going to take a little trip around your world, to remember you by. I think the proper term is multi-sensory learning: sight, touch, smell, and finally, taste." It was a fantastic trip, and a journey that I would really like to see repeated. In fact, I was hoping for frequent flyer miles.

I finally made it back to the dorm about noon, just in time for lunch. I had originally planned an afternoon nap, but Millie and I had belated agreed to attend a charity fund raiser picnic to benefit one of Sapiento and Erminia's new found local charity causes. It was amazing how quickly a billionaire could make friends with the junior league set. I took a quick shower, changed to another shirt and pants, donned my navy blue blazer again, and headed west on 24th. The event was held at a local park close to campus with a Frisbee golf course that hosted some notable 'keep it weird' set events several times each year, and, rumor had it, some even weirder events most nights after it officially closed. But things seemed pretty normal for a cold but clear Sunday morning. Millie was going to meet me there at 2 PM. 

I arrived about ten minutes early and took in the scene. The junior league crowd was arriving in hybrid SUVs, the donor crowd in limos, or self driven Teslas or Fiskers, watching their battery gauges closely, and the rest of the parade in hybrid Toyota's, Vespas, bicycles, pedicabs, and metro buses. I spotted Rodney Driver in the line to drop off and hailed him. After the limo disgorged his clients, he pulled up a few car lengths and paused so we could talk for a second. 

"Hey, Rodney! How's tips?"

"Not bad, lucky white boy! Not quite as much fun as the 'addicted to' party, but pretty good. Speaking of which, Tessa Formby is here somewhere, and she is looking for your ass, literally and figuratively." 

He went on to detail his escapades with Tessa before and after the party. Tessa had apparently taken on Rodney, Little Hollywood, and both their dates, astounding them with her sexual skills and appetites, leaving them all very satisfied and completely exhausted. There was still a note of awe in his voice. I instantly remembered that when she tried to ask me to dinner during our 'fun run' before the race, there was no Suzie signal at all; she was just trying to pump me for information for a story. 

But then he shook me out of my little self pitying reverie: "She tried to get me to confirm that you were the guy in the 'Master' suit, and that Suzanne was one of girls in the leather sex suits. I refused, and so did Little Hollywood, even when she gave him the big eyes with his dick in her mouth, but somebody is going to tell her, or maybe already has!"

That was not good. Publicity was not in my interest, now or ever. I was going to have to have a talk with Cindy Nelson, the ascendant party planner to the stars, whose career had taken off like a skyrocket since the 'addicted to' party, and she had some leverage on Tessa. 

Millie approached and said hello to Rodney. He lit up like a Christmas tree. 

"Hi, beautiful! You are very much overdressed aren't you?"

She giggled. "Not for this event, Rodney, and it's a little cool for my fuck toy outfit, but you never know!" She gave Rodney her hot and haughty look, and turned around to look for our hosts, beckoning me to join her. 

Rodney whistled and said 'Man that was one scalding look. I didn't know that little one had that kind of heat!"

I laughed. "Rodney, she is a wonderful young lady and I am proud to have met her!" He laughed. I paused and made eye contact, and continued with, "What you do you suppose Tessa was like when she was 21, my friend?" He whistled again as I hurried to catch up to Millie. 

She had spotted Erminia and Sapiento holding court a little bit south of us near the picnic tables and tennis courts, and was striding away in that direction. There was quite a line forming to greet them, and I joined her in line behind a lot of other folks. Kids were running around all over the place, with clowns and jugglers and all sorts of things going on. After a few minutes, Brujo Lagoria, Sapiento's big money guy, and his wife Gatti, who I had christened the Fiat MILF at the Halloween party, came over and got us out of the line and took me over to table up under the trees, while Millie chatted with Gatti. I wasn't sure how much Dwight's boss had told Sapiento and Brujo about my involvement with what happened at the tennis tournament just before the race, and if they even knew about Pavel and what had really transpired. 

Brujo smiled and shook my hand. "Sapiento looks happier over the last few days than he has in 15 years! I asked what was different and he giggled. I know it is the first time in his life that he has ever giggled. 

I smiled. Sapiento must enjoy his role as a practice dummy for his budding expert fellatrix as much I did. "Erminia has a long way to go, but she is making progress. 

He took my arm and spoke in my ear. "Two things: First, don't worry about Ms. Formby. She and I have a very recent and exceedingly clear understanding about favorable versus unfavorable publicity for certain people in Texas. We do have to give her some stories that she can run, and I will ask for your help with that from time to time." I looked surprised, but he continued. "I pride myself in cultivating sources of information, and anticipating problems before they actually occur. Secondly, I recently read a report that you might find interesting, so I brought you a copy to read later." He handed me a little USB drive that I put in my pocket. 

He introduced me to a few folks that had helped to organize the picnic, and then left to watch a three legged race for the children. I spotted Millie talking to Heidi, the wife of the newly elected Senator that we had met at the election night reception, and joined them. Heidi greeted us warmly, and enquired about Suzanne. 

"She's playing soccer in San Antonio this afternoon."

Heidi smiled. "I'm sure that's fun, but probably not at much fun as you three had at the hotel. Where exactly did you go that night?"

"Perhaps we can show you sometime?"

"She laughed. "No, I am afraid that would not be good PR, however thrilling it might be in other ways!" I had read much speculation that her husband would be running for another office well before his six year term ran out: one that would ensure maximum scrutiny and news coverage, something that I wanted to avoid too. 

Millie and I adopted one of the kid's groups and spent the rest of the afternoon running, throwing balls for dogs, teaching kids how to throw Frisbees effectively, and people watching in general. There was a good picnic buffet line that I took maximum advantage of, including enough cake and cookies to satisfy even my sweet tooth. We made our escape about dark, and I walked Millie back to the Bi Phi house. She held my hand sweetly, but I heard a right nasty Suzie note building up as we approached her sorority house.

"Robbie, I feel guilty that I am not doing my best to help with Erminia!" The Suzie note buzzed and I knew she was about to propose something she really liked. "I think you need to give me some intensive training in exactly the kind of blow jobs you like the best, so that I can do a proper job of teaching Erminia how to please you!" 

"Well that's quite noble of you, trainee! You realize of course that I will want to maximize my penetration of your young throat to satisfy myself." Her Suzie grew by another order of magnitude. "I would have to pump my cock down your throat brutally to make myself come the first time, and then expect you work tirelessly to get me hard again, just so I can fuck you just as brutally in the ass!"

She managed to hide her smile behind a neutral and almost wooden face, but her Suzie was moving up to even further ranges. "It is my duty to endure it to help Erminia!"

I smiled at her. "You will have to prove how dutiful you are, slut! I will have to whip you to get your full attention, before using you for my pleasure!"

She could no longer disguise her smile, nor could I hide mine. Mei Ling was in the living room of the house as we ascended the stairs, and she had a very interested look on her face. Cisco told me the responded very well to the domination tricks I had suggested to him for her, in fact, he admitted the chief limitation was his willingness to really play things out with her as strongly as I had suggested. I decided to challenge him by saying if you won't take care of her properly, maybe we should do her together. That should get him moving. 

But I had no such lack of resolve where Millie was concerned. We went in to her room and closed the door, and she began throwing off her clothes as fast as she could. I grabbed her roughly and discovered that she was already well ahead of me and wet as hell. She reached under the bed and pulled out a plastic container very similar to the one that Lara kept her toys in. I was surprised to find it filled with what looked like dozens of rubber doggie toys: the kind with two loops on them designed for two dogs to play tug of war with. What would we do with those?

Millie showed me. She took the pull toys and put one wrist through each side and stacked more than a dozen up behind her, effectively immobilizing her arms behind her in soft restraints. She then threw some more of them on the floor and began stepping into them until they stacked up to her knees and restrained her legs in the same manner. Something about her helplessness really got to me, and suddenly I was hot and very hard. I pushed her onto the floor, she tumbled over awkwardly with all those pull toys restraining her, but they also cushioned her fall and gave enough to avoid any real injury. I stood over her and glared, and she gave me a superheated version of her hot and haughty look, with one nipple turned op and perky and the other one pointed down toward the floor. It shot electricity right through me, and the spark took root in my cock. 

I squatted over her, grabbed her head with both hands, and fucked her mouth. It felt so good. Her Suzie sizzled, and I think she liked it more than I did. I reached for her legs and twisted her at the waist. I was straddling her face with my cock in her mouth, supporting part of my weight by sitting on one of her shoulders. I reached back for her legs and twisted her at the waist to expose her buttocks, which I then began to spank. I realized I was already learning from my recent post marathon run experience, as I slowed my spanking down to a pace that left her wondering when I would ever hit her again, and then shuddering in delight when each relatively heavy blow fell. 

I got right to the point of coming, and then tried a little orgasm delayed experiment for both of us. I pulled out of her mouth and gently and patiently began to tongue her pussy. Her Suzie sang for penetration, and I teased her flirtatiously. My cock began to ache in a way very similar to the way if felt when Lara and Suzanne had trussed me up and made me wait for gratification. I had to use my arms to keep Millie's legs apart, as she began to try to clamp down on my head and force me into stronger contact with her pussy. I teased her until I was afraid her heart would stop, and then tried to apply some of my new discoveries. I flipped her over onto her tummy, spread her legs, and put two fingers into her pussy from behind, stopping just short of contact with her G spot. I grabbed my belt, which was lying on the floor where I had hastily shed my clothes, and rolled it up around my fist until it formed a little whip about a foot long. She was frantic with anticipation.

I leaned forward and put the hand with the belt right in her face. "Smell that leather, slut! I am going to whip your ass with it!"

Her Suzie screamed at me to stop talking and start whipping and fucking. I adjusted my stance and twisted at the waist so I could keep my fingers in her and still access both buttocks with my little belt whip. I drew in a breath dramatically so she would be sure to hear it, and then popped a real smart one on her left butt cheek, which turned wonderfully red as her breath whistled through her nose. She took advantage of the motion to shift down and get my fingers a little farther into her pussy. I let her. I counted to ten, and then hit the other side of her ass on the return stroke, like the French swordsmen in those old movies slapped each other across both cheeks to signal a challenge to a duel. Millie was enthusiastically accepting the challenge, and living up to her Wet Spot nickname, flowing voluminously and fragrantly.

I counted to ten again and then gave her another blow with the whip. She pushed down on my hand a little father, my fingers just at the edge of her G spot. The muscles in her thighs tensed and slithered. Another ten count. Another pop with the whip. She was right on the edge. I changed the rhythm on her, giving her two quick left right smacks right together and then counting to twenty. I felt her pussy trying to crawl back on my fingers like an inch worm on tree bark. It was fantastic. I counted to twenty in my head, and felt her legs tense. I waited a second more and them popped her again: left, right. Wait for it, slut. The next two blows hit right, left and she finally dug her pussy all the way down onto my fingers and came with a shriek, her Suzie signal blasting through my head like a firecracker in my ears. 




My Only Talent Ch. 20



I popped her again, left, right, and wiggled my fingers up against the roof of her now sloppy pussy; she came twice in rapid succession, really in her element now. I did four pops in rapid succession and four strong pushes into her G spot, she came four times like a thoroughbred. She was amazing. Her muscles quivered against the pull toys that surrounded her limbs, the tension and excitement moving around like bird jumping from tree limb to tree limb. I turned her over onto her back, bent her up double, kissing her tenderly on the lips and then shoved myself into her as hard as I could. 

"Thank you, Master!"

I put all my weight on her: she wanted more. I sealed my lips to hers and fucked her as hard and as deep as I could. She grabbed my butt cheeks with both hands and squeezed them hard, urging me on and into her. John Henry, don't fail me now. I plastered myself to her and surged forward. She raked my ass with her nails, and then held them still and pushed them deep into me; leaving ten red welts I was sure. I loved it. I was ready to let loose. 

"Fill me up, Master. All your hot stuff!"

That did it for me. My painfully hard cock exploded. I pushed myself into her like a hero falling on a grenade. But I survived, and I knew I wanted to do it again. 

When I finally got back to the dorm dinner service was almost over, but I managed to load up a plate as they were beginning to shut down the lines. The older but hot cafeteria lady that usually gave me two steaks on steak night smiled as she buttoned up the dessert line and took pity on me. She gave me two very cold pints of Blue Bell: one chocolate and one pistachio, to finish off my meal. What an angel. Back in my room I checked email. There was one from Saskia Graendel with a remainder that I must not eat anything for twelve hours previous to my conditioning class workup at 6 PM Monday. I would need to be sure to make early breakfast. 

I went through Monday classes in a bit of a daze, still trying to process everything that had happened to me since I got back into town. Finals were less than a week away, with a few "no class days' set aside for studying and final preparation for the exams. Despite loading up at a very early breakfast, I was starving ten minutes after 6 AM, and knew I would not get anything else until well after 8 PM tonight. I did my best to concentrate on classes and school work and ignore my growling stomach all day. Through a process akin to sublimation, I went steadily through all my classes up updated my study plans. I felt pretty confident. I had all the old exams from the UDP frat test files, and I had tried to anticipate what might be new since the last few exams. I was ready. I decided to just relax and try to learn something from the testing for the new conditioning class. I was feeling pretty good. 

.....

And so it was that I left the dorm in the early evening having not eaten anything since breakfast, but supremely confident in my academic, athletic, and dating pursuits, and ready to be examined by the brilliant physiologists to see if there was even any remote possibility to improve my wonderful body in any way! I walked over to the football stadium, specifically to Theo Belmont Hall, as the structure on the west side under the upper deck was officially known. When you build a stadium that seats more than 100,000 fans, there is a lot of area under those seats, and a lot of stuff can be built under there for very little additional cost. I had heard stories of hundreds of classrooms, weight rooms, racquetball, handball and even badminton courts, athletic department offices, gymnasiums, medical labs, storage warehouses, a ballroom for dancing and events, a campus police headquarters complete with jail, and even a giant underground fallout shelter being hidden under there. I knew there was some surprising stuff under the North End Zone building where Lara's dad's corporate suite was, but I had never actually entered into the bowels of Belmont, as the rabbit warren of corridors and offices interspersed with escalators and elevators were known colloquially. After asking two passersby for directions, I finally found the office on the fifth floor that the email had directed me to, and with only a minute to spare.

Ms. Saskia Graendel, PhD., turned out to be a post doc, not a grad student, and a very average looking woman in her late twenties. She was of average height and build, with brown hair and brown eyes that were average in color, but way above average in their brightness, as they spoke of intelligence and vitality, scanning the room like lasers. But what struck me most was her Suzie signal, which was unique. If Peggy's was pure and of perfect pitch, and Nora's was just little effervescent bubbles occasionally leaking out, then Saskia's was like an unintended leak of turbulence outside the envelope of her body, where inside of her there were two giant counter--rotating tornados that almost but not quite canceled each other out. I found it disconcerting. It wasn't a signal for me, or for any individual. It was more like she was flying though tremendous stress and turbulence on the whole subject of sex in general, and just barely keeping the lid on it. 

As I approached her, she looked at me funny, as my stomach was growling like sound effects from one of those old B movies where giant worms rumble up out of the ground and eat Cleveland. The last time I could remember going twelve hours without eating anything was when I had mononucleosis in the seventh grade and slept for longer than that. She looked at me coldly, almost clinically, and then the interrogation began.

"Good evening Mr. Roberts. The drums of the Borborygmi tribe are telling me you have at least not eaten much in the last twelve hours. Let's pray you can comply with our other simple instructions, shall we? Let's walk toward the lab while I get some of my interview questions done. When did you last have anything containing caffeine?"

She was already getting on my nerves. Apparently she had taken one look at me and pegged my IQ somewhere near room temperature. "I had hot tea with breakfast on Thursday morning."

She looked at me like I was a recalcitrant third grader. "Come come, Mr. Roberts! What about the ubiquitous Coca-Cola, or other big gulp soft drinks? Chocolate bars? When did you last have them, eh? Speak up!"

"I had some homemade fudge Friday, but I never eat commercial candy or drink anything besides tea, milk, juice, Caffeine Free Diet coke and Sprite, fruit juice, and water."

"I see," she said with obvious skepticism. "When did you last drink alcohol? How many hours, dear?"

I had to think about that. She assumed I was stumped, but I was pissed off and calculating. She started to interrupt when I said "Roughly 13 thousand, since my junior prom, darling! " I was imitating her tone as well as I could. She looked at me funny again.

"You must be an engineering or physics major, eh?" She looked at her clipboard. "Yes, of course!" "What about pot, speed, E? I just need the facts, dear! No police reports!"

"Junior prom, never, and never, darling!"

Now she was a little miffed too, at least. Her Suzie turbulence seemed to be increasing, also. 

"How much exercise in the last 24 hours?"

"Nothing too vigorous. Sunday I walked around a park for two hours or so, and threw a Frisbee with some kids at a charity picnic. Today I just went to class and jogged at lunchtime, but only five miles.

"How about the past week? What exercise?"

"I ran my first marathon distance Friday. I was pretty shaky when I finished. I normally do 15 miles each MWF."

"How admirable of you! Anything else?"

I smiled, looking at her eyes carefully to gauge her response. "Yes, several times over the weekend, but nothing quite as vigorous as running a marathon!"

She looked at me and her Suzie turbulence clearly increased again. By this time we had reached a large space with a high ceiling that seem to be filled with medical and sports equipment. A technician had me sit at a table and did a blood draw: five vials worth! Then Saskia handed me a hospital gown and pointed to a dressing room. "Please change into this gown, tie it in the back loosely, and return. You can leave your clothes and effects in the dressing room and I will lock it." She gave me a cadaverous look when she said 'effects'.

When I emerged from the dressing room she did lock it, and motioned me up onto an examination table. It reminded me a bit of the massage table at Lara's, and I had a very vigorous and obvious reaction. She took my blood pressure and could not help but notice my circulatory state. She tried to look disapproving, but her Suzie turbulence increased again. "Let's wait a moment for things to subside, shall we, and see what your real 'resting' readings are, eh?"

I couldn't resist having a little fun with her. "Perhaps if you could have someone else take the reading, someone that I find less stimulating?"

She actually smiled for just a fraction of a second, and then caught herself. She took my blood pressure again, standing up, and then had me lay back down and took it in the right arm and then the left. She took out a tape measure and had me stand at a spot with two footprints on the floor and measured my neck, chest, waist, hips, and calves, and then my biceps and thighs. She stood me up next to a wooden frame with some a square wire grids hanging from it and said she was 'checking my alignment', and then had me lay down on what looked like a table with big scanner thing on it that ran over me several times. There was a handmade sign on the wall that said 'FatCam'. She called it a 'multiple wavelength, low energy x-ray imager' that would let her cross check some of her other measurements and calculations. She watched the screen with a curious expression and then ran the scans over again and still looked puzzled.

"Mr. Roberts, have there been any recent changes in your body that you have noticed?"

"Well, now that you mention it, I had to get new pants over Thanksgiving. All my old ones were too loose at the waist and too tight in the thighs and uh, hips, I guess you'd say. And standard clothes off the rack would not fit; we had to have some alterations done.

She snorted. "I'm sure that's true," as if she was surprised I was telling the truth. "Would it be more correct to say that your buttocks were bigger, rather than that your hips were wider?"

"Yes, that's it exactly. I have been running a lot more since I came to school here."

"That would account for the lack of fat around the waist, and the development of your thighs and calves, but not the muscle development in your buttocks. That would be a different kind of exercise. But I believe that you alluded to that earlier in your own crude way, didn't you?"

"I was trying to be discrete, not crude, but perhaps my strong reaction to you clouded my little brain?"

I was laying it on thick enough that even she should get it. She did look at me a little differently. She spoke again almost as if speaking to herself, "I'm going to run all four assessment software packages, to see how things compare, so relax for a few more minutes."

The moving x-ray head did a bunch of panning and scanning like the high resolution flat bed scanner in the art room at my old high school, while Saskia asked me more questions.

"What sports did you play in high school?"

"Tennis was my only organized sport, but the tennis coach made us run track when it wasn't tennis season."

She nodded like I had confirmed one of her suspicions. What was she up to?

She kept writing notes all the time the machine did its little song and dance, and then motioned for me to get up and follow her down the hall to another area. "We don't normally do this test much anymore, since the x-ray is much better and faster, but your readings are at the margins and I want to calibrate against the old gold standard. So we are going to dip you in some water for a few minutes, and let Archimedes tell us a few things about you. And maybe the cold water will dampen your ardor a bit, eh?"

"It will only serve to heighten the contrast with your warmth, darling!" She almost laughed again. She turned the dip test over to a taciturn looking guy wearing shorts, who had obviously had multiple and only partially successful surgeries to both knees. He looked to be about 30, but his knees looked at least 50. He had a red neck type of tan on his face and neck and angry red scars all over his knees but was otherwise pale as a ghost. I tried to make conversation.

"Football knees, huh?"

"Boy you are fucking brilliant! What did you think, in arrears with a bookie, maybe?

As he took me behind a little screen and motioned for me to take off the gown, I remembered one of Alley's dad's stories about the Cowboys player that had gotten in really deep trouble with a bookie by losing big while betting basketball games and had to pawn all his bling to pay off the bets. "Those are not necessarily mutually exclusive, are they?"

He laughed, and said, "Yeah, you're right about that. I'm Duke Knorr." He stuck out his hand.

I shook his hand. The name triggered a memory: he was a former ESU wideout that had been a kick returner in the NFL for a few years until his knees had been shattered completely. It was actually a miracle that he could still walk. He had me sit on a little stool in the tank that was like a kid's swing hanging from a hook in the ceiling, and then he turned a valve and the tank began to fill with water. It was cold!

"I'm Robbie Roberts. Are you one of Bob the Knob's students?"

"Yeah, I was up until this week. He spilt this scene for Cal, man. UC San Diego gave him a better deal -- endowed chair, research foundation of his very own, a house near campus and even a golf membership at Torrey Pines. The new head of the department will probably clean house and sweep me out with it." He read some gauges and watched the tank fill up slowly. "The new head is a woman named Arturia Colorado. I didn't even know she had her PhD. She must be the daughter of some regent or something to get this job, because her citation index is practically zip."

When the tank got full, he closed the valve and asked me to make sure my toes were not touching the floor. He looked at a spring and tension gauge in the rope holding the swing and then looked at me again, and rechecked his dials and gauges. 

"Shit man, your body fat is like 5%! You should try to eat more! Your legs are pretty well developed, but your upper body is too skinny. We need to look seriously at your bone density! What do you do for exercise, man?" He drained the tank, and gave me a towel and when I was dry, had me but the gown back on.

"Well I just ran my first marathon distance this Friday, but I eat all the time as it is, and my stomach growls almost constantly. I haven't eaten anything all day today because of this testing, and I am so ravenous I am feeling a little shaky right now!" 

He took out a little meter, pricked my finger and stuck the end of the meter in the blood. 

"Sixty: That's too low!" He gave me two of Bob the Knob's little energy gel envelopes. "Suck these into your mouth, quick!"

"I like these. I had some after I finished my long run on Friday! They really tasted good, and they made me feel better."

"These aren't even out on the market yet. Where did you get them?"

"Suzanne Pliskin gave them to me, and helped me stretch after my run."

He laughed. "Man she can help me stretch anytime! That was exactly the right thing to give you though, especially if she suspected low blood sugar. She is going to be very unhappy about Bob the Knob leaving."

By this time, the lovely and gracious Saskia had returned. Duke told her about my low body fat, and the low blood sugar reading. She showed him something on her clipboard and then both of them shook their heads. Duke said, "Your bone density is wonderful, man, so that's not the problem. You should be doing advertisements for drinking milk!"

Saskia took me back to the other big lab, to what looked like a massage table next to a wall with what appeared to be rulers and protractors stenciled on it. She manipulated me like a chiropractor at a carnival, pushing and shoving my arms and legs into every conceivable position and then making notes in her little notebook. She would hold a limb at what I thought was its maximum possible extension, and then ask me to push against her for about thirty seconds, and then relax, and she would push it even farther. It hurt a bit, but thanks to my new ability to handle pain, I got another hard on. She would then feel each muscle for shape and tension and press it to see how it rebounded, which only made my condition worse.

She looked at me funny, and said "Usually the pain of a maximum stretch is anything but exciting!"

"It must be that my attraction to you overcomes the discomfort, my darling. I love it when you put your hands on me!"

This time she actually laughed, but continued to check and recheck all her measurements. This took about another 30 minutes, and I was sore and starving by the time she finished. "Just sit here a minute. I want to cross check a few things to make sure we don't need to repeat a test."

She came back in a few minutes. "Okay, Roberts, you can go. I will send you an email about your next sessions, which will be an exercise stress test here, and some MRI and X-ray stuff at another location."

I stood still, watching her.

"What are you waiting for Roberts?"

I gave her my best leer. "I was hoping for your phone number! Or were you just toying with my affections?"

She actually laughed again. "I don't date students, Roberts. Besides, I'm very likely to be your instructor this semester now that Bob the Knob is gone."

Duke Knorr walked over to me as Saskia walked away. "I don't think she dates humans, kid, at least no one here has ever heard of it happening. And just between you and me, anyone who has seen Suzanne Pliskin even once and then asks Saskia out should have their head examined. But I am sure Saskia will schedule you for an MRI soon." He laughed at his own joke. 

When I left Belmont Hall, it was almost 9 PM, and I realized Suzanne would just be finishing leading a review session for the final exam in the Econ 101 class she was the TA for. I walked west on 21st toward the lecture hall, figuring to give her the news on Bob the Knob George's very recent departure, and the about to be named new department head, Dr. Arturia Colorado. I found her at the front of the room, simultaneously handling one real substantive question and deflecting two suck-ups looking for a break on their homework grades. She finished with both and noticed me, and we both smiled warmly. 

"Can I walk you to your car Miss?"

Her grin widened. "Will you behave yourself, young man?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Okay, then, I'll go with you! I need a break from pushing back the frontiers of economic ignorance, one freshman at a time. How did your conditioning testing go?"

"It was quite extensive, and I am now starving. I did pick up one bit of news, though. Bob the Knob is not going to teach the class next semester."

She did a double take. "Why in the world not?"

"Because he has just resigned his post at the University, and got an endowed chair at UCSD, complete with his own research foundation."

Suzanne was clearly stunned by this. "I had no hint of this! Who is taking over as department head?"

"Someone named Arturia Colorado will be named department head later this week, and is taking over all of Bob's students, classes, and research projects.

"Oh fuck, no!"

"I take it she is not your favorite?"

"She is the nexus of evil in the modern world! That bitch wouldn't know good science if it rang her doorbell, which is about the only way she would ever encounter any. She is a suppurating sore on the ass of objective truth, a bureaucratic troll, a toady, a petty bourgeois apparatchik politician, and an embezzling grant thief. She will run that department the way Boss Tweed ran New York, with phony data sets, favoritism, inflated citation indexes, bribery, kickbacks, and intimidation. Her nickname is the Brown Bear, which is highly insulting to bears; noble beasts that vigorously defend their young! If Arturia ever had any offspring, I'm sure she would kill and eat them, which I have to agree would be much better for civilization than letting them live!" 




My Only Talent Ch. 21



Chapter 21

The Marathon Man: Finished? 

Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. 

Wednesday marked the start of the last three days of class for this semester, and then there would be two official 'no class days' before final exams kicked off next Wednesday. Oiler, who was developing a nasty habit of forwarding supposedly humorous emails to a 'recipients undisclosed' distribution list that included me and other unfortunates, sent one this morning saying that in College Station, every day was a no class day! 

Suzanne and I would run today at lunchtime, a full fifteen miles with a longer sprinting finish according to the official Pliskin Pre-Marathon Physical Training Plan that she had developed for me. I tanked up at breakfast, as always, anticipating no lunch and doing the run instead. As I had diligently since Saskia gave it to me, I entered everything into the exercise and food diary app on my phone. It found the physiology department servers via Wi-Fi or a cell site wherever I was and kept them instantly updated. It was easy to use, and had drop down lists with all the dorm food and almost all commercially available foods built in. My classes were all review for the exams, but in Rhetoric and Composition there was no exam and I had already turned in my final paper. Sarah was there: she smiled at me vacantly but said nothing. I kept having the feeling that I had forgotten something important, but I checked my do to list and all my class prep notes and didn't find anything left hanging. Still, there was that vague feeling.

In Engineering 101, Professor Lillehammer led a brief review of the entire course, which in his mind also covered the entirety of engineering thought and the history of man, and then did ten minutes on choosing an engineering discipline for those that had not yet done so, with a few pointed looks at me. After he dismissed class he asked me to stay for a moment and reminded me that I needed to turn in the paperwork for the 'distributed engineering education' program by the last day of class. I told him that I already had. He also said that with the program's normal schedule that meant I would work this summer and then I would also have to work rather than attend school next spring semester and then do summer school, and that scheduling all my required classes became more difficult because of pre-requisite requirements and fewer course offerings in the summer, so finalizing my major soon was even more imperative. 

I went up and quickly changed clothes, wearing my cold weather running gear even at mid-day because it was pretty chilly out. Suzanne looked ravishing in her all white with stockings running outfit, and we started toward the track. "Let's do the Town Lake Loop instead, my Animal, because the track is a little bit boring by comparison." 

"Nothing is boring when I am with you, Suzanne."

"Oh, my! Cold weather must make you extra charming." She affected an exaggerated southern belle accent. "Be still my heart. My heavens, this smooth talking gentleman may make me swoon!" We went south on Lavaca, weaving our way through the traffic on the street and sidewalk. 

"And then he will have his way with me! I will be a just another poor defenseless young girl, forced to give in to his animal nature and unnatural desires!" This outburst got us a few sideways glances from other people near us. 

"I'm pretty sure most of my desires are pretty natural, beautiful, but I'm not so sure about yours." We crossed First Street and turned east, taking the little ramp down and then running under the 'bat bridge'. All the bats were in Mexico, and I was beginning to wish I was too. I glanced over, and she had a smug and satisfied look on her face like I had just walked into her trap. 

"So let's review, my Animal. It's perfectly natural for you to want and to have two or three girls at once, as I have seen you do enthusiastically several times, but it's unnatural for me to want to try having two guys even once? I have to admit you do it pretty well, so I really can't fault your performance in such a situation. But I like to think I would be good at it, too! In fact, I think I would be very, very good at it!'

I didn't doubt that either, damn her eyes, but I really didn't want to think about it. 

We plodded along in near silence for a while, until we got onto Longhorn damn and headed south across it. There was a fire and police department training center nearby, and a gaggle of twenty or so burly young candidates was just finishing an apparently taxing training run, pulling up to a walk with red faces, soaked sweat shirts, and expressions of incredulity as Suzanne jogged by in the other direction six feet away. Nobody noticed me at all. They were like a living gallery of cartoon figures, staring open mouthed and slack jawed at the Amazing Pliskin moving in their midst. It looked like a series of those cartoons where the reader is supposed to supply the caption below each image. In my mind's eye, they almost wrote themselves: from the relatively polite looking male face that said 'That's what I want to protect and serve' to the frankly predatory 'Slice me off a piece of that' their prurient interest was obvious. 

Was that the kind of attention what she craved? "You might have a chance right there, beautiful, but it looks like more than a dozen to me." She snorted. 

"That's not my style, Robbie. I would want to play with them for weeks and build up the suspense, so to speak. You can't do that anonymously or on the spur of the moment. It has to be someone you know, and I only want two guys, or maybe three." She held her tongue up to her upper lip and leered at me. Damn her. 

"You really taught me something about myself, too, Robbie, and you started this whole journey of exploration for me. When you lured me into helping you get Lara excited, I had thought about being with another woman, and been propositioned by some of the soccer girls, but I never really seriously considered actually doing it. Then you made it seem almost safe and sound. I thought I could dominate some little bitch to get myself off, and if I didn't like it just forget about her and even you if it didn't work out."

That brought me up short. Had I been that close to losing her?

"Then Lara turned out to be wonderful, just like you. In my first appearance as a dominatrix I discovered that my 'sub' was a very superior human being and I fell for her. I think you did too! You do seem to have a way of finding good women, Robbie. Why is that? And watching her with you turned me on, like I was sharing her pleasure and yours. Watching her with you still turns me on, and being with her right after she has just had you really turns me on, too."

I saw my opening. "But I am certain that watching you with some other guy is more likely to turn my stomach, not turn me on, even if I know you are enjoying it. Maybe especially if I know you are enjoying it!"

We ran on silently until we reached IH35. The afternoon traffic was merely congested, not impossible like it would be in five hours or so. 

"I'll admit it will probably fire me up to see you and Strelsa go at it, but because I know you: you are both wonderful and exciting and trustworthy and not because you are two random sluts that I just get to watch."

"So you are not like every other guy who just wants to bang some sluts? You can't understand that I might just want to bang some studs?"

"I don't really know for sure what other guys want, but loving real women that I know and care about is much hotter for me than banging random sluts I don't even like that much. Banging some semi-anonymous drunken slut is just one step up from fucking an inflatable doll!"

She looked mad. "So you would rather see me make it with someone like Günter, who you know is a good guy rather than just letting me pick up some random dicks?"

"Yes, damn it, for your safety alone! Somehow having you fuck Günter with some sort of emotional connection seems superior to just random sex. But in all honesty I just want you to do me. Seeing you with Günter will not turn me on, and I certainly have no desire to mess with Günter myself, and I am most assuredly not excited by the idea of having you right after Günter."

Another few minutes of silence; this was very unusual for her. Then "Do you hope I do you and Günter a few times and then the novelty wears off and I will go back to just doing you?"

I guess honesty is the best policy. "Guilty as charged, your honor. One time would be preferable to a few, and zero times would be best!" 

There followed another unprecedented period of silence. This must be some serious shit for her. "So that's why you can let Millie go after her training period, without keeping her around as a 'bang slut', huh?"

"Yes." I tried not to smile.

"You son of bitch! You know you can booty call her anytime and she'll do anything for you."

I had no answer. That was true. It was going to be tough for me to have to give Millie up when Erminia's training was complete. We plodded on until we went under Mopac and back to the north side of the river. My wariness grew with every additional silent step. 

"Well, Robbie, with that subject still completely unresolved but with it as background, then what about Millie's so called graduation party this Friday? Let's talk about that. Do you know what she wants to have happen at her party?"

I thought about it, and recalled her carrier and the images it had carried last time I tapped into it. "To be spanked, whipped, and fucked by all three of us, and then sent to her fuck rug to be used by anyone else that wants to have her?"

Suzanne snorted. "That's just about it, but do you know who else she wants to be there to have her?"

I didn't answer. I didn't have to, because she continued "Not two girls, not two guys, not even five! More like ten!"

That was a little too close to Melanie meltdown territory for me. I really cared for Millie, not like Suzanne or Lara, but, as Millie herself had described it, "love with a little L". l only wanted the best for her. Was it hubris for me to think that she would be better off with me than with a bunch of other guys? Wasn't I the one that had told her that she was a complete slut and fuck toy? But didn't I have a responsibility to protect her from going the way of Melanie? What if she just was going the way of Tessa, and she was happily adjusted to it?

We made our way past the high school and then took a loop around the Congress Avenue Bridge to add some miles to our total so we could get to 15 before the final sprint. I was feeling very good, and would have been physically able to talk animatedly like Suzanne throughout the route, had I wanted to. As it was I just ran silently and thought frantically. What should I do for Millie? Should I arrange for a cast of ten to bang her like she wanted? Could I handle watching that? Did I want Suzanne to get even more ideas? Did I want Lara to get any ideas at all? I thought this was just going to be a party, not a morals quiz! I had to make some decisions in the next 48 hours or so, not to mention for the future in general. 

After the added loop, we crossed over under Mopac again, turned east and then headed north on Lavaca. Just as we passed the Governor's mansion, Suzanne broke into a sprint. "Catch me if you can my animal!" I stayed right behind her, surprised at my obviously improved wind. She may be a vexing lover, but she certainly was a great running coach! When I caught her at the economics building, she reminded me that she was also a great kisser. 

When the kiss broke, she said "You know I love you Robbie. I just need to know if I need other lovers or not. I know I want you, and that I'll always want you. I hope you can let me experiment a little."

I sighed. "I know I promised to be your meat puppet and take you anyway I could have you. It's just that now I have higher aspirations than that."

She kissed me again, and looked very thoughtful. "That's a pretty damn good answer, Robbie. You are such an intriguing man!" 

She jogged up the back stairs, leaving me staring at her magic ass in those white iridescent tights. I just had time to run up to the room and grab my back pack, but not to change. I went to my two afternoon classes in my running gear, clearly a step below even dressing 'campus casual'. I did spot a couple of coeds checking out my legs, even though they sent no Suzie. What good was that? No surprises in those class sessions: I was ready for the final exams, and the last class ended early. But I might not be ready for Millie's party.

I was certainly ready for Lara. She had invited me over for 'a very early supper' so I could get back to Belmont Hall at 6 PM for my stress test, but still be fully fed and watered. I hoped that she had some other things in mind, too. I took a very quick shower and left early: it was clear and cold as I made my way south from campus to her high rise apartment building. I was due to arrive at 4, but I was already hungry and unless I took a detour, I would get there more like 3:30. I didn't mind appearing eager for Lara, because I clearly was. She must have spotted me on her lobby cam, because her door opened before I could knock, and Lara had on a white terrycloth robe and a clear plastic shower cap over her blonde tresses. 

"I was just about to get in the shower, early boy! Dinner is already in the oven, but it needs to cook for a while. Make yourself comfortable and I'll be back out in a few minutes." 

I noticed some brightly colored elastic isometric exercise bands on a hook on Lara's closet door, complete with a tablet computer on a fold down shelf at eye level, on which an exercise video was paused. Lara did seem to be a little more buff looking lately, if that was even possible. There were some text books on a bookstand at her little bedroom study desk, and a yellow legal pad with a handwritten checklist of review items for a class, with most of the them checked off with a flourish, in bright pink Sharpie marker, along with a tablet computer logged into the 'blackboard' software that administered most ESU classes. 

I wandered into the kitchen and caught a tantalizing whiff of tortillas, chicken and hot peppers. A recipe card was displayed on a little stand next to the cutting board, and it detailed her recipe for 'King Ranch Chilaquiles Casserole' complete with elegantly penciled end notes that said "Robbie - add 1 ch. large Anaheim pepper, 1 ch. med. Jalapeño with all seeds, and 1 tsp. Xochil XXX Habenero hot sauce". That sounded perfect, and how could a little hand written pencil note make me feel so damn good? The oven was on: I clicked on the oven light switch and saw a cheese and sour cream covered casserole beginning to bubble slowly. 

Lara swept into the kitchen accompanied by a little steamy humidity, her perfume, and a hint of sandalwood and leather. I closed my eyes and took in the aromas, then looked up at her. Her long blonde hair was up in a tight bun with that magical leather and chopsticks thing that I liked so much, and even without the matching leather boots, it was already having its usual effect on me. Then I took in the rest of her outfit: a set of pink 'footie' pajamas like a little girl would wear, but Lara was most assuredly no little girl. They were old and thin and well worn, and looked like a layer of pink bubblegum poured over her spectacular body. They had a little pink zipper down the front which was open all the way to her navel, and her amazing breasts seemed to defy gravity as they pushed against the thin fabric, holding the zipper aperture wide open and displaying a verdant fleshy valley between them. Her nipples were easily pushing their erect outlines through the pink fabric. 

She did have a way with clothes. Suzanne said you could drop Lara off naked in a Wal-Mart with a $20 bill and she would come out looking like a million bucks, having put together a super-hot outfit from the cheapest stuff on the discontinued and sale racks and still have some change left over. She hadn't just taken those fashion electives and made A's; she had devoured the subject, read all the reference materials, bought the classic books, and mastered her own special spin on haute couture. Monthly she scoured the vintage stores, of which Austin had plenty, and magically found the hidden gems and perfect combinations that others had missed. Not to mention that only one woman in ten thousand had the looks and body to challenge hers.

Suddenly she was glued to me and me to her. I hugged everything I could find, and kissed her enthusiastically. Her hands found my cock through my jeans, and she giggled. "I thought you would like this outfit Robbie!"

"It makes me want to chew some bubblegum, beautiful!!" She didn't call me 'Master' so often now, but the way she said 'Robbie' made it sound even hotter than 'Master'. When she did call me 'Master' it meant she needed a spanking, and now more and more often she let me know her need that way even before her Suzie signal revealed it to me, despite our now almost hard wired connection whenever I was near her. She put her arms above my shoulders and around my neck and jumped up and crossed her legs behind my back, Indian wrestling style. Why did that turn me on so much?

I was enjoying myself so thoroughly that I saw no need to move, but she broke our kiss and hissed "carry me to the bed, Robbie!" I could never refuse a lady. I put her hands up on the headboard, with the 'magic ropes' now being understood between us when I did that. She stretched and pulled against the headboard with her arms, the result being that both her perfect breasts popped up and out of the front of little pink outfit and begged for attention. Her nipples were much tastier and more satisfying than the best bubble gum I ever had, and they got harder and tastier as you chewed them, not softer and blander. I plugged into her melodious Suzie signal and devoured her perfect nipples, listening for her responses and trying to push her excitement forward. It was a very functional feedback loop and soon she was twisting under me and pushing her hips up against my weight. 

A growling Suzie sliced through my head, and I realized she was about to come just from the nipple stimulation. Her neck arched back and her strong legs lifted me about a foot off the bed with a pelvic thrust that signaled an orgasm, just as her Suzie signal pealed through my brain like she was ringing a giant bell. She broke our kiss and hissed in my ear again. "Fuck me Robbie, fuck me hard and fuck me now!" I put my weight on my knees and used my hands to pull the fleecy pink pajamas down and off of her completely. I pushed her legs together a little and entered her already frothing wet pussy, and then she pointed her toes like a ballerina, and I put my legs outside of hers, trapping her between mine. I could balance my weight on my knees and her pelvis, and control our motion completely. I don't know what this position was called in the Kama Sutra, but I called it perfect: I could penetrate her deeply and still watch her face and kiss her. 

We found a rhythm and thrust together joyfully. She was making a giant and very fragrant wet spot on the bed. I broke our kiss and watched her face, as her Suzie told me she was about to come again. Her neck was flushed red and goose bumps covered her shoulders. She began to turn her head from side to side and her breathing accelerated. Then she threw her head back and her pussy clamped down on me. She was so beautiful! I stopped moving for just a second and it grabbed me three times, and then relaxed, and I started my motions again. 

She smiled up at me, and I heard that challenging little Suzie signal. "You did hear me say hard, didn't you, Robbie?" I took the hint, summoning up my inner John Henry and concentrating on slamming her against the headboard. We quickly built up a little layer of perspiration between us, and it worked like a slip and slide, letting me slam into her faster and harder. It seemed I could feel her individual abdominal muscles corded up and supporting me like the wet rollers on a boat trailer. She closed her eyes and put her tongue up against her upper lip, almost Suzanne like, and came again, grabbing my buttocks hard and growling. I was moving inexorably toward my own release, and I took no break; showed her no mercy. Then she looked up at me wide eyed as she realized I was about to come. She reached her fingers down between my buttocks and pulled my ass cheeks apart, and urged me even further into her. 




My Only Talent Ch. 21



I was now absolutely frantic to come, and determined to do it as far up inside her as humanly possible. A dozen more thrusts had me right on the edge, slamming into her and sliding along that sweetly sweaty lubrication layer between us. I watched her eyes and then let loose with what felt like a voluminous and high pressure shot. Her pupils got a little wider and then her eyes rolled up in her eyelids and she just froze all motion for a moment. I continued to push and thrust, filling her as much as I could. She drew in a big breath and then smiled up at me, her Wedgewood blue eyes beaming like lanterns. 

The timer buzzed on the oven and we got up to have our early supper. It was fantastic. By the time I helped clear the table and loaded the dishwasher, it was time for me to walk back to campus. She put an arm around me and said "Can you come back after your stress test? We need to talk." Lara had never, ever said that to me before. I hope it wouldn't be a second stress test, this one of my emotional resolve rather than my physical endurance. She gave me a two liter bottle of water to take with me, and I drank it all as I walked back to Belmont Hall and up to the fifth floor lab, arriving right on the dot at 6 PM.

Saskia Graendel was waiting impatiently; Duke Knorr was just standing there. Saskia spoke first, of course, and loudly. "Well if it isn't the mysterious Mister Roberts. At least you have been diligently updating your food and exercise diary for the last day or so, but the state of your body still doesn't make any rational sense to me. You are either radically over reporting your caloric intake, under reporting your exercise, or somehow transporting kilocalories into some other parallel universe, because they are not ending up as body weight. First we thought you weighed too little because you had a bone problems, but your bone density is just fine. And although your legs are relatively well muscled, your upper body is sorely lacking in bulk: you don't have enough muscle mass to have a BMR that would even come close to accounting for all the energy you seemingly burn up. It's a physiological mystery that I will solve, Roberts! And during the next semester, I will build you a proper chest and shoulders, too!"

She was pretty worked up, and I just couldn't resist having a little fun with her. My beautiful Lara had just boosted my confidence and testosterone levels to the maximum, so I decided to act the cock of the walk a bit with Saskia. 

"Well, in the interest of science, Saskia, I think you should spend a weekend or at least a full 24 hours with me every minute, observing me very closely as only a trained scientist like you can. Stay right next to me as I eat and exercise, sleep with me and for good measure, put your hands on me at all times and try to figure out what is happening with my body. Although I must admit that the presence of a woman like you would certainly stimulate me and change the results from my normal resting state. But I am willing if you are!"

Duke snorted and laughed uncomfortably, but Saskia actually looked confused for a minute. Then she recovered. "Let's hope that I am proficient enough at design of experiments to get the proper data without having to make that kind of personal sacrifice, Roberts."

Ouch, that cut me to the quick, but I kept pitching. "A weekend spent with you, Saskia, would be the perfect blend of art and science!"

Duke Knorr couldn't remain silent any more. "It's getting pretty deep in here. I should be wearing hip boots instead of my vintage Converse All Stars! Let's get you hooked up for your ultrasound action movie debut, kid!" 

He led the way up to an 8th floor lab, and told me to strip down to my underwear, socks, and running shoes. A very fancy looking treadmill sat there on some sort of big pedestal, festooned with cameras, keypads, test leads, and a bunch of other stuff I couldn't identify. He put some very cold clear gel from a squeeze bottle on my neck and shoulders, and then strapped on something that looked like a pair of football shoulder pads with a wiring harness attached to a bunch of equipment in a big tall floor standing rolling rack. He put some sticky electrodes at several points on my chest with another little grey box of clip leads that that led to the same rack of equipment. He then put a blood pressure cuff on one of my arms, strapped some sort of metal thing with another lead attached to it around one ankle, and clipped some sort of if little thing onto my earlobe, and another to a finger. He put a red rubber ball in my other hand and told me to hold it. 

He had me stand still and blow as hard as I could into a little tube, then breathe through my mouth as hard and fast as I could. The he attached a little mask over my mouth and nose and had me breathe through that for a while. He watched a bunch of squiggles and numbers on three big monitors on the wall, and then repeated all this stuff again with me squeezing the rubber ball as hard as I could. Then he seemed to go through every possible permutation of all this stuff: breathing from the mask or from the room air, squeezing the ball or relaxing, breathing hard or easy, inhaling as deeply as I could and holding it, or breathing shallow and fast, ad infinitum. I lost track of it all and just tried to do what he asked. All the while he moved a trackball around and clicked red marks on the monitors and made cryptic little notes. 

Finally Saskia's voice came over the some speakers saying something like "okay for phase two." He took the ball from my hands and took the mask off of my mouth and nose.

"Put your hands on the guard rails, kid, and get ready to start walking. After we record baseline data for a few minutes, the treadmill will start to go faster. Speed up your walking pace as the treadmill does and don't fall down. The after a few more minutes the treadmill will tilt up like you are climbing a hill. Just do your best to keep up the pace and don't fall down. Your heart rate will get way up there. Try to keep going until I tell you to stop. It may hurt but we will be monitoring everything and will not let you do any real damage to yourself. You might think you are in good shape but you are probably not ready for iron man competition or astronaut training. This will give us a very good assessment of where you are and let us set goals for what to try to accomplish next semester."

He moved over to a little chair next to the equipment rack and put on a headset with a microphone. Then he reached up and touched a button on the side of the headset and said "Wait a minute, I forgot to check one thing!"

He walked back over to me and pricked my finger again. "When and what did you eat and drink last?"

"I had some chicken casserole about 5 o'clock and drank two liters of water as I walked over here."

He stuck the little meter in the spot of blood on my fingertip, and said "Ninety one. That's cool. We are ready."

The treadmill began to move at a slow walking pace. This continued for about a minute and then it speed up, to about my normal walking pace, which was pretty fast. Then it bumped up again to something just short of a jog. No trouble so far and plenty of wind. Duke put the breathing mask back over my mouth and nose. I looked up at one of the monitors and saw what appeared to be a x-ray view of my beating heart on the top of the screen and a trace like an EKG machine on the bottom. There were also numbers and labels all along the left and right sides of the screen. I recognized "HR" and "BP" but did not know what to make of "ST", "QT", "PQ" and a bunch of others. 

I didn't have much time to think about it because the pedestal under the treadmill suddenly tilted about 5 degrees, and it took a bit more effort to keep up the pace. I forgot about trying to figure out the monitor and just concentrated on breathing and walking. Then it tilted again and soon I felt like I usually did at the start of one of our runs. It tilted again and again, and I began to breathe harder and faster. One more tilt had me very aware of my leg and chest muscles. I did catch a glimpse of the monitor and saw "HR" was 170. The damn treadmill tilted again, at some ridiculous angle, and I did my best to keep pace. I think I saw 200 on the monitor. Duke said something like "all symmetrical" and then the damn treadmill tilted again. Soon I was feeling just about the way I did when I passed the chili parlor on my little marathon trial, and I think I saw 220 on the monitor. The Duke said "VO2 something" and then "it looks good to go for 240."

The treadmill tilted to almost vertical, or at least it seemed like it, and every muscle I had in my body was screaming at me. Darth Vader began to breathe in my ear, competing with the tom toms thumping out my heart beat. Now I was really feeling it. I couldn't take another tilt, but then I don't think the damn thing could tilt any farther. Tunnel vision started and then a sort of little mini runners high. 

About that time, Duke said "OK kid, good job. We are going to gradually tilt the thing back to horizontal and then slow it down. Take it easy and keep moving, I'll tell you when it is about to stop."

It seemed to take forever, but I felt a lot better as soon as the tilt was back to something reasonable. Horizontal was literally like a walk in the park, and then Duke said "Get ready to stop." Even with that warning I almost stumbled when it did actually stop, but I felt pretty good. 

Saskia walked in. "I suspect there is no history of heart trouble in your family, Mr. Roberts, so we won't have to observe any limitations on your exertions next semester. So I can work your lazy ass to the max to try, and I am only promising to try, to get your horribly weak chest and shoulders into shape. You aren't exactly Lance Armstrong at moving oxygen, either, but then you don't have three times the normal number of erythrocytes on board, do you?"

I wasn't sure if I did or not, but I was sure I still wanted to have some fun with her. "Does this mean you will go out with me now?"

She snorted derisively. "No. But it does mean we won't need to do the MRI, and my budget has been cut anyway, so we are done with the testing for now. But keep up the food and exercise diary, because I need more data to figure your strange metabolism out."

"I promise that I will keep the diary acutely and promptly, but if you still can't figure it out, I want you to promise that you will spend a weekend glued to me."

"I'll figure it out Roberts, don't worry."

It was almost 9 PM by the time I left Belmont, and it was cold out. I wrapped my coat around me tightly, and texted Lara that I was on my way. She responded immediately. "Just come in the door. I will be on my knees with my leather hood on." I quickened my pace to a jog. I was not up to a full run, as the stress test had taken more out of me than I wanted to admit, but I was hoping that Lara was about to take something out of me too. I went up to her door, and pushed it open. She was kneeling, naked, with that wonderful electric blue leather hood on, her two long blonde pigtails emerging from it. She was breathing hard and looking spectacular. 

"Good evening slut!" He Suzie responded. She was feeling naughty and in need of some punishment. I walked to her and took her head in my hands. "It's time for you to suck my stinking, sweaty cock! They made me run and breathe a lot, and it just made me horny." 

The hood gave me a good grip on her head, and I slipped my cock between her full lips, fucking her face. Her Suzie sang! She liked it more than I did, if that was possible. 

"You've been a bad girl, haven't you slut?" I watched my cock slide in and out of her mouth, and realized it did stink, along with most of the rest of me. I had built up quite a bit of sweat during that stress test, and as I shed my clothes, it was coming off of me in aromatic waves, quite a contrast of the smell of the candle Lara had burning on the coffee table. "You deserve a stinking cock, don't you slut?" 

She hummed with her mouth full. "And you better suck me dry and swallow every drop, you little bitch. But I am still going to have to spank you!" I was really getting in to this, as was she. I grabbed one blond pigtail with each hand, and used her shamelessly. Or perhaps I should say shamefully, which was what she was responding to. Her excitement burned on her Suzie signal like burning gasoline on the surface of a lake. I stood on my tiptoes and forced my cock down her now almost vertical throat. She sucked and licked like a dream, and it did not take long for me to come. "That's it slut. Every damn drop! Now lick my sweaty balls!" She sucked them into her mouth, and I got hard again almost immediately. I could feel her Suzie singing some strutting slut pride at my almost instant response to her yeoman service. 

I pulled her up roughly to her feet and then threw her across the couch, bending her up double with her knees over my shoulders and penetrating her pussy quickly. She was almost as stinky and fragrant as I was, but hers was pure sexual excitation and no perspiration. It was elemental magic. I fucked her like a madman, and she responded like a thoroughbred. She came before I even got my rhythm established, which made me feel even nastier. I spun her over, exposing her perfect pink bottom, and spanked it hard, then plunged my tongue in, sucking it for all I was worth. Spank and suck, suck and spank. It drove her crazy. Finally I plunged my cock into her ass. Nirvana! 

I pushed her around until she was doubled over the back of the sofa, with her waist bent over it, her hands down on the floor, legs wide, and her feet stuck in the space between the cushions and the back support. I pounded into her ass, her bountiful backside undulating as I slammed into it. The sofa would have tilted over with every thrust, except she was using her strong arms at just the right time to keep us from tipping over in a heap. I bellowed like a bull and shot again, just as far up her tight little butt as I could. It was perfect for me. Finally she did let the sofa go over, and we tumbled in a heap on floor. She giggled. 

"Thank you Master, I needed a good spanking and an ass fucking!"

I laughed with her for a moment. "You are lucky I can't resist your hot slut ass! Never forget that ass belongs to me and me alone. Now go draw me a bath!"

That got me that tight little smile I loved so much. She ran to draw my bath. She was spectacular. What did I care about anyone else in the world when I had her? If I never won another tennis match in my life, I knew I had already won a prize better for me than anything Wimbledon or Forest Hills could ever offer. We washed and kissed and tickled each other for as long as the hot water lasted. She put my stinky clothes in the washer and heard my stomach growling and invited me into the kitchen and she pulled out a fruit salad for us to much on. I was waiting for 'the other shoe to drop' with regard to her saying that we had to talk earlier, and it did not take long.

"Robbie? I wanted to talk about something that makes me uncomfortable."

I smiled at her and munched some cantaloupe and strawberries. I was listening. 

"It's about Millie's party, sort of."

Once again I waited. 

"Do you know what Millie really wants to happen at that party, Robbie? "

"Well, I expect she wants to be spanked and whipped and fucked, and then put on her fuck rug to please anybody that wants her?"

"Yes, but do you know how many people she wants to use her?

"Too many for comfort, I am afraid."

She looked very troubled. "Exactly!" She moved her chair over right next to mine and put her head on my shoulder. "It scares me, Robbie. I know we are supposedly sexually liberated and all that, and I certainly enjoy getting all crazy with Suzanne and you and Millie, too, but the idea of so many people with her makes me nervous, a lot more nervous than excited. I can get into the fantasy aspect of it, but I can't get into her actually doing it."

"I understand. I was the one that told her she was a fuck toy, and to embrace her inner slut. Now I feel like a hypocrite because I want to tell her to take it easy and take care of herself. But I would also feel such terrible guilt if anything bad really happened to her."

"I don't know if I want to see her do that, Robbie. It might turn her on, but I am pretty sure it is going to turn me off. I just can't imagine actually doing something like that myself."

"Let's you and me get something straight, Lara. I never want you to get anywhere near doing anything like that. You are mine, and mine alone. No other guys, not even one!"

She looked up and riveted me with her electric blue gaze. "Really, Robbie? Just how do you justify saying that to me?"

"Because I love you, and you are to be a slut for me and only for me!" 

At least six different expressions played across her face in about two seconds, but a clear and very happy Suzie sang out. "As long as you keep taking good care of me, that's exactly what I want! You can have other women, sometimes, and especially somebody like Suzanne that we both fall for. I will date other guys, too. Socially speaking, and kiss them goodnight, and never, ever have sex with them. But you better keep figuring out how to get me hot and get me off, boyfriend, or I might start looking for some male action on the side. Do you hear me?"

I smiled. Was she perfect for me or what? "Nobody knows your little secret slut nature like I do Lara, and no one loves you like I do. If you ever think you ought to start looking around, give me 90 days notice to correct the situation." I was borrowing a phrase from all those lawsuits I was reading up on for Engineering 101. 

She smiled. "I might give you 9 days, Robbie, if you are lucky." I think she meant it. But then she said "You know you are the only guy to ever really turn me on and get me off. Now that I know you really care about me, I don't even need to get spanked and humiliated to get turned on anymore, but sometimes I want you to treat me dirty, like tonight."

I took her in my arms. "One other thing, beautiful: I don't think I want to submit to anyone anymore, even you and Suzanne, who I trust completely." I had been thinking about last Friday night a lot. It got me off all right, but that didn't necessarily make it a valid life plan for the future. 

She pushed back a little with her arms and looked at my face. "I wondered about that. You did get really hard and lasted a long time, but I felt a little uneasy about it. I think it told me that you truly trust me, and you only needed to show me that once." She giggled and tried to suppress a smile, but I wasn't sure why.

Something suddenly made sense to me. Mrs. Douglass, my so far almost prescient sex teacher, had told me to try submission once, to see if I liked it. She said she tried it, she didn't like it, and she never did it again. But Millie had taught me to parse words like a politician, and Oiler had taught me how much parsing mathematical expressions differently could change their meaning radically. What Mrs. Douglass had definitely not said was that if you like it you should keep doing it. I tried it, I liked it, but I still don't think I want to do it anymore. 

"It did get me off. But if you two had tied me up and shot me up with heroin, that would have got me high too and felt good for a while, but that doesn't mean it's a good thing for me to do again. I could never even think of doing something like that with someone I didn't trust like I do you. Even if it gets me off, it still may not be a good idea."

She giggled again. "Well, you may be missing out on a few things. Suzanne and I did develop quite a plan for you. She called it a 'monotonic progression of sexual stimulation' and said you were the one that taught her about it."




My Only Talent Ch. 21



My heart began to beat faster, for some reason. "Just what is in that plan?"

She grinned, and I swear she put her tongue on her upper lip with an expression just like Suzanne's! "The only way you can find out is to let us carry out our plan on you, Robbie, meaning trusting us to take care of you again. Didn't you take good care of me whenever I submitted to you?"

Except for that time when I got your nude video and picture and address on an improper photography web site for the entire world to see, I thought. Suddenly I felt shame and humiliation like no sexual situation could produce. I hope to God she never found out about that. And I realized that Suzanne had played a big part in saving my bacon on that deal. I said nothing.

She smiled. "I thought I had figured out that letting someone else be in control really got me off. But it may have been just because it was you, my love. I might have discovered that submitting to some other guy would have left me cold, and then I would have had all the humiliation without any of the satisfaction." She kissed me, perfectly. "But you know you can trust us. We would take care of you. We would do things that excite you, but never anything that would actually hurt you."

I needed to change the subject, fast. "So then how do we take good care of our thoroughly Modern Millie? How do we excite her and get her off without hurting her?"

Lara looked thoughtful. "I think I have an idea. Let me work it out in my mind and make a few calls and then let's talk about it later. Won't you 'see' Millie Thursday night at Erminia's, Robbie?" She smiled. She knew damn well I would, and why, although she didn't know the lurid details. "See if you can figure out what it would really take to fulfill Millie's fantasies at the party so she knew what it was like to have them come true. Maybe I can enlist a few trusted helpers to see if we can do it without any harm coming to her." 

As I walked back to the dorm, all this was percolating in my mind. I knew exactly what I wanted with Lara, I told her and she wanted the same thing. I knew what I wanted with Suzanne, and I had pretty much told her, but she had not agreed, plus I had promised to be her meat puppet and to take her on any terms she wanted. I realized that I had to let Millie be Millie, and I was not going to be in her life in the long or even medium term, but I also still wanted the best for her. As for Nora, I told her with complete honesty what I wanted, and I was certain she knew what I wanted, but she was only 'considering' a relationship with me and I had no answer from her. I hoped to have an answer from her when she returned for spring semester. I decided to just not worry about all that right now and concentrate on doing well on my exams. I had more control of that. I could not shake the feeling that I had forgotten something: probably an exam question that had occurred to me that I had not written down to follow up on.

When I got back to the dorm, I updated my diary app with our fruit snack and late night 'sexercise'. I didn't think there was anything really wrong with me, despite Saskia's contention that my metabolism 'made no rational sense' but since I got so hungry so often I had decided to be completely accurate about everything in that diary, even the sex, just in case. Amazingly, my stress test had already been entered in by Saskia; apparently they monitored the actual energy output and put it in the database. I was surprised to discover that the pull down activity lists in the app had lots of different categories of sexual activity, with a calories expended estimate for each. I decided that what Lara and I had done was best described as 'vigorous intercourse' of 'one hour duration' and chose that from the pick list. Then I decided to log some 'deep sleep' until breakfast. I was already hungry. 

.....

Thursday morning I was amazed to discover Nora waiting for the breakfast line to open. Hallelujah! She looked tired, with slight circles under her eyes, no makeup, and no smart looking business outfit: but she was still totally stunning in just a tee shirt and jeans. She may have looked even better without makeup. Her skin was so clear and unblemished that makeup only hid its true beauty. I was overjoyed to see her nipples move a little bit through that thin tee shirt when she saw me. Hot damn! She might be able to suppress her Suzie signal, but maybe not some of her other signals. Life was good. What a wonderful Texas morning it was. We started through the serving line together. 

"Good morning Nora. It is wonderful to see you. I have missed you!"

"Hi, Robbie. I have been going crazy trying to get everything finished for this semester. I wish I could go to Dallas to watch you run that Marathon, but I just can't fit it in and meet all my academic commitments. Scratch Eldee's ears for me, will you?"

That answered one of my questions: she and Suzanne were still actively communicating with each other. "I'll do it, but I am sure she would much rather see you in person. I think I'm ready for my finals, and I have completed my class registration for next semester."

"Me, too. I only need 9 semester hours of required classes to finish all my degrees, so I am taking two electives purely for fun. It seems so out of character for me to have some blow-off classes!"

Given her super brain she was probably taking Symplectic Topology and Astrophysical Gas Dynamics, like my buddy Ralph just got permission to register for them as an undergrad. "When do you leave for home? Can we spend any time together between your last final and when you have to go to the airport?

She shrugged. "My flight is two hours after I have to upload the exam grades from the Econ 101 final, which I also have to proctor, and it's chock-a-block with the exams I have to take before that. I am afraid we won't have a chance to talk much again until spring semester starts."

"Well, it turns out I might be in your neighborhood over Christmas break."

"Really? Well you have my cell, email, and Skype, so let me know your schedule as soon as you know. I suppose it might be best if you met my parents, although it might turn a bit dramatic when you do!"

"Truth is truth, beautiful. At least they will see I don't actually have horns and a tail." I gave her a hug and we both headed out for class. Something got in my eyes, and I had to rub them. I had that feeling again that I had forgotten something. 

My Thursday classes were completely unremarkable. I walked over to the UDP house and asked Oiler the one math question I was still unclear on. He straightened me out and then we double checked the old test files and I had already worked through everything that even touched on the classes I was taking. He convinced me to stay for lunch, not too difficult a sale since there was fried chicken on the menu, and as we sat down, Cisco joined us. 

"Hi Robbie! Mei Ling tells me we are going to a late night party in Millicent's honor at Lara's place after the ZZZ party Friday night. It sounds kind of mysterious to me. I think she wants me to help her act out some fantasy scene for Millie's benefit. Do you know what that's all about?

It seemed that Lara had already started 'making some calls'. I wondered what she had in mind. I also realized that Lara was a prime party mover. Now that I thought about it, most of the 'big ideas' for the addicted to Austin party had been Lara's doing: Suzanne and Cindy Nelson, nascent party planner to the stars, had mostly been implementing and extending Lara's ideas. Mei Ling was Millie's sorority sister and close friend, so it made sense Lara would enlist her help. Who else would she press into service? What exactly did she have planned for Millie? Two plates of chicken and a big piece of pecan pie later, I hugged the comely cook and headed for my afternoon classes.

They were completely as expected. I had a final exam in one, and not the other. Grades were already up on blackboard for the one with no final: I got an A! 

As I was basking in my first official college grade, my phone beeped with the distinctive tone for an incoming email from someone on my "VIP" list. It was from Barry Fermy, Sales VP extraordinaire and contained a brief summary of two trips he would require me to make: one before and one after Christmas. The first was to London to meet with Abelard Peters and some of his people, with a side trip to Milan, then back to London and then to a meeting in DC and then back to DFW. An e-ticket would be waiting for me at the Admiral's club. He included a USPS Express Mail label with an address on K Street in DC, which I was to use to drop my passport at the post office before 4 PM today so visas could be attached for the second and now somewhat mysterious trip. It would be sent back to me at my home address in Prosperous before the departure of the first trip. He gave me the dates of that second trip, but not the destinations. There followed a lengthy discussion of the business entities related to Abelard's firm, and Barry's estimate of their insurance needs and current suppliers. I was to memorize this information and brainstorm ways to break through and get some of the action, and also memorize the included cast of executives listed and figure out how to schmooze them. I dashed back to the room to get my passport and print out the label, and then walked to the on campus post office in the WMOB. It took about 30 seconds to fold up the little envelope and stick the label on, and drop it in the box. 

My feeble brain suddenly put some things together. Maybe I could see Peggy AND Nora on my trip to London. Then I remembered: what about that 'report' on the USB disk that Sapiento's money man Brujo had given me? I hadn't even read it yet. I went back to the room, dropped off my backpack and books and grabbed my laptop, inserting the USB drive and heading for the dining hall. I was enough of a multi-tasker to chew and read at the same time, and my stomach was growling. 

I loaded up my plate and headed for a corner table so no one could look over my shoulder while I read. 

Just as I sat down, Lizzie Faye Reagan and her roommate Orinda walked over to me. "Hi Robbie. We wondered if you wanted to come to our AKA last day of class party tomorrow night."

Suzie signals pinged in my receiver: two lovely girls with two lovely signals. "I wish I could, but I have promised to go to another party, and then a celebration for a friend of mine that is graduating. But let there be no mistake: I would love to spend some time with you two. Maybe when we get back from break we could all three do laundry together?" They gave each other a scandalous look, and while so distracted I stood up and hugged them both, with not so subtle crotch to thigh contact with each of them. I did so enjoy being a dirty young man. And damn but they looked good, especially as they walked away, and I don't think that was their normal gait. 

I began chewing and turned my attention back to the laptop. I tried to open the big PDF file and found it was password protected. There was only one other file, a 'readme.txt' file with an oblique password hint, and it took me several tries to figure it out, but it referred to Speer Overtop's Halloween party, and I finally got it: 'Fiat MILF'. It took a few seconds for the big PDF to open, and the first page was almost covered with one of those 'electronic sticky note' things in florid script handwriting, which I assumed was Brujo's. 

"This information may be useful in your upcoming travels. You may read this report and use the information in it to make decisions. You may not show it to anyone, or even hint that you have it or have read it. As far as anyone else is concerned, it doesn't exist." 

The report was entitled "The Future European Landscape in Industrial Risk Mitigation" with a formal cover letter in Italian from Brujo to Sapiento. It described the report as containing "the basis for the following recommendations to you" but those recommendations were all blacked out and completely unreadable. The report was in English had three major sections: from the different footers on the pages it was apparently put together by three different and very famous big consulting firms; probably each was unaware of the other's work. The first section was a summary of the last 30 years or so of the industrial markets in Europe: market sizes and trends for various industries, regulatory changes, consolidations by mergers and acquisitions, and major casualty losses from weather, accidents and political instability, including nationalization, revolutions, and wars. 

The second section was a very comprehensive competitive analysis of the companies Sapiento either owned or did major business with, and their direct competitors. It included reports on each firm from many big investment banks, discussion of their strategic priorities, and ten year forecasts of their results. The third section laid out in summary form a judgment call on the expected big winners and losers in each industry, the most attractive acquisition targets, and the ones that might suffer significant losses because of their exposures in various industries and countries. It would take me two weeks to get through this thing. Then I noticed something else: there were little yellow dots on each page, and when I clicked them, they popped up to reveal more 'sticky notes' handwritten in Italian, in the same hand writing as the cover note. These looked like crib notes from Brujo to Sapiento, or to someone else on their team. One, in a paragraph about the expected management change at big shipping firm said "this guy won't last 3 months much less 3 years, and the agreement we are working on won't be worth a damn when he leaves" The whole document was littered with such comments. "May be useful" was putting it mildly! After my last final exam this PDF was going to be my textbook for a while, and I was going to have to brush up on my Italian. What was it that Brujo said about "taking pride in gathering information and anticipating problems"? I reckon he did, I reckon. 

I got one more plateful of food and then headed upstairs for a quick shower and change of clothes. The limo picked me up downstairs and then we picked up Millie at the Bi Phi house. She looked stunning, dressed up in a charcoal grey 'power lawyer' style suit but with a frilly pink blouse underneath. To me it said "Fight me or fuck me, I can handle either one!" But could I handle watching other guys fuck her?

I turned my attention to Erminia's training, reviewing where we had left off last time as the limo pulled into their riverside complex. Construction was continuing on the two new flanking houses, and even more planting had been done and despite most of the new trees and shrubs being dormant in winter, you could tell the place was going to look fantastic in spring bloom. At the end of our last training session, Erminia had made somewhat of a breakthrough: being able to totally concentrate on fellating me without thinking about herself at all, and taking pride in her ability to please me without it triggering the guilt that had repressed her sexuality and soured her marriage to Sapiento for years. 

The next step was to try to distract her with whipping and spanking, forcing her to concentrate completely on me and my pleasure and ignore her own. If we did it properly, we could then transition from un-pleasurable to pleasurable distractions, forcing her to continue to concentrate on me, and perhaps her body would respond naturally to the pleasure, without her mind stepping in with inappropriate guilt over having survived her first husband. 

She greeted us at the door and she looked markedly better than our last visit. I even saw a hint of the shyly smiling young girl she must have once been. I was very pleased to see that, but I acted cool and when the guards closed the door to our training room, Millie took over, all business. "On your knees, slut, and lose those clothes!"

Erminia stripped, dropped to her knees and dropped her eyes to the floor. I stood right above her and slapped her face with my suddenly firming cock, then offered it to her mouth. She took it automatically, and began a much improved routine -- she had been studying and doing her homework. Millie found little to criticize, and neither did I, having to actually fight to not come too soon. Ermie began to take me even further down her throat than ever before, and I realized she had completely mastered her gag reflex. She was now a masterful and thrilling cocksucker. My leg vibrated a little bit involuntarily, and I heard a note of proud Suzie from her. Excellent! Her tongue flicked and lingered right on the opening at the tip of my dick, and she sucked mightily and suddenly I was done for. Just as my first spurt filled her mouth she looked up and right into my eyes, her eyes smiling in triumph, and sucked even harder. Even Mille was speechless for a moment.

Somehow Ermie increased her suction, and her tongue strongly strummed the bottom of my cock. I certainly could not deny her even a drop: I gave it up and she sucked it down. She got it all. 

Millie went to the next phase perfectly. "Not bad, trainee. Now let's see if you can keep your focus while enduring some distractions. Ermie did the small displacement tango with her lips and lungs and I stayed hard. She began her progression again, mixing things up and surprising me with her virtuosity. Mille pulled out a cat o' nine tails and began to slap Erminia on her ass. At first I could feel Ermie flinch with each blow, but soon she stopped anticipating them and concentrated on my cock. I noticed subtle variations in her tongue work that she could not have managed without real concentration. Damn she was good! Millie expanded her target area to Ermie's legs, and then to her back and shoulders. Her concentration remained virtually perfect, and I filled her mouth again. 

It reminded me of the way I was taught to teach bite training with our dogs. Once the dog learned to bite the bad guy, you strengthened their resolve by trying to distract them: banging pots and pans next to their head, hitting them at first lightly and then strongly with sticks and ropes, and pulling on their coats, and finally firing a starter's pisto right next to them. They learned to hold on until they were commanded to let go, and not to let anything else affect them. Their bite got stronger and more reliable, and a dog with a strong will would never give up. 

Once again she kept me hard, then switched to sucking my balls. I'm not sure I had ever had it like that. She must have been a very good researcher. And I suspected she had a very strong will. 

Millie said "Now back to that cock. No matter what I do to you, keep your focus on that cock. That cock belongs to you and his come belongs to you, make him surrender it to you, and suck it out through his balls so hard he'll wonder if they didn't shoot out of him too!"

That was kind of scary. Millie dropped the whip and began spanking Ermie, hard. I knew it would take me longer to come this time and that Ermie would really have to work for it. She was concentrating totally. Millie's blows changed to spanks follow by a quick caress. I don't think Erminia noticed it, at least consciously. Millie began pinching Ermie's nipples fiercely. They got red and hard, but she kept up her amazing pace without any hint of distraction. Millie went back to spanks with even longer caresses. Ermie sucked on, but I detected a change in her Suzie signals. There was pleasure, but no guilt! Maybe this was going to work after all. 

Mille moved behind Ermie and spread her butt cheeks and began pinching them, then caressing them. Her concentration on my cock remained total, and I was starting to feel the boil right down at the bottom of my balls. Millie's hands went under Erminia where I could not see them, but from their motions I could guess that she was pulling on Erminia's outer lips. A few weeks ago that would have triggered such guilt that she would have run crying from the room. There was no hint of that now. In fact, I even detected a whiff of Erminia's distinctive sweet pussy perfume in the air. That was incredible. Millie, I presume now acting as a loyal pack member, began with her own pheromones and perfume, and the smells drove me further toward a third and final orgasm. Millie then put two fingers inside Ermine and frigged her so strongly it must be painful, but her sucking remained constant. I honestly think that Ermie did not know that she was now dripping lubrication like a young girl. She smelled wonderful. 




My Only Talent Ch. 21



Mille stopped short of making her come. That would have been too much, too soon. But she put her hands on her shoulders and neck and caressed them as she spoke seductively to her, while my cock still filled Erminia's mouth. 

"That come is almost yours! You are in total control. Make him come like he never has before and make him know it was you who did it!"

I felt the first wave rolling down my spine and threw my head back. I looked back down just as Erminia took me down deep one last time and then stopped with just the top of my cock in her moth. I felt a pulsing, demanding sucking motion and then she locked her eyes onto mine. She smiled like Suzanne did when she knew she had me. Erminia had me too. She sucked and snorted, breathing loudly through her nose, and Mille praised her like a puppy.

"That's it! It is yours. Suck it out and enjoy it!"

I couldn't look any more. My head snapped back involuntarily and I wondered what really had passed out through my dick. A strong and unmistakable Suzie signal arose from Erminia: pride, pleasure and arousal, but no guilt. Two or three more sessions might do it. Millie began to kiss Ermie's neck. Then she turned her head toward her and stuck her tongue in Ermie's mouth and then sucked some of my residual come out of it. She broke the kiss and said, "You did get it all didn't you baby!" 

Tears ran down Ermie's cheeks, but I still detected no guilt. She got up and left room, still sobbing. 

Millie hugged me. "She got so wet! She almost came! It's working!" It sure was Millie, it sure was.

"That makes me so happy. I just love the idea that can we give that back to her! Not to mention that Sapiento is going to start getting some of the best blowjobs on earth! When are we going to teach him to take care of her?"

"That's the final thing, but first we have to teach her what she really likes, and how to let herself like it, and then she can let him know. I am so proud of you. You were fantastic with her!"

She smiled, but then said. "I was sort of hoping you were going to punish me a little."

"Come on into the shower. We are going to play a little game of truth or dare."

I was so caught up in how wonderful Erminia and Millie had been that I was almost afraid I would forget my primary assignment: find out what if would really take to get Millie off at the party tomorrow night. We got into the shower and soaped each other off quickly, then dried each other off. I stood behind Millie and hugged her, cupping her breasts gently with my hands, leaning down to speak in her ear.

"Do you remember what we did for those other women on stage at the 'addicted to' party?" She tensed up a little bit.

"Yes. You made them reveal their true desires to everyone, and you caught them out if they lied about it. How did you do that, Robbie?"

I hugged her again. "You are my student; you just need to know that I can always tell when you are lying. Because this is your final exam: you don't have to reveal your desires to an audience on stage, but you have to be totally honest with your Master. And you have to do it now!"

She shivered a little bit. "Well, you already know I liked to be spanked, and whipped, and fucked everywhere. What is else is there?"

I tightened my hands around her neck a little bit. "You will tell me, slut."

She shivered again. "I want...."

She literally almost fainted, but still she did not speak. I tried to reassure her. "Nothing you will say can embarrass me but lying, and nothing can make me stop caring about you except not telling me the truth!"

She drew in a deep, shuddering breath. "I have some dreams, Robbie, dreams that I have over and over again. Two dreams, actually, and I have them both with equal frequency."

"Which one did you have first?"

"The one I call the 'good dream'. They actually are both good dreams in that they are pleasurable and I enjoy what happens in the dream. But in one of them I am being very good, and in the other I am being very, very bad. But they both feel wonderful."

I waited, making it clear she should continue. Finally she did.

"In the good dream, there is a wonderful man who loves me and takes care of me, and I take care of him. He makes love to me, takes me in every possible way, and we have children, four of them, two girls and two boys. I love them, I love him, there are always with me, and every day is a wonderful day." I hear a pure and soaring Suzie from her.

She sniffed back a tear. I waited for her to continue. 

"And in the other dream, he is not there, nor are there any children. But lots of other men are there. They all want me, and they all take me. They stand in line waiting for me and they all do things to me. All the things you do to me, but there are lots of them, two and three at a time. It feels so good!" I hear a strong and raspy Suzie signal from her, but no Melanie meltdown overtones at all. I wonder if that's what Tessa is like. "And they all feel good too. I am the center of attention, but then....."

She sniffed again, and drew a deep breath. "But then, they all go away, and I am by myself, until the next dream." She sobbed a bit more. 

It was my turn to talk. "What is different about the sex in the two dreams?"

She paused, as if trying to visualize it. "Well, in the good dream the man does everything I want, and he makes me do what he wants. It's so good."

"Does he spank you and punish you?"

"Yes, but he knows I like it!"

"In the other dream do the men do anything different?"

"Only that there are several of them instead of one: there is one for each of my favorite orifices, much of the time!" 

"Do they spank and punish you?"

She got excited. "Yes! But they don't care if I like it, they just so it because they want to, they just use me and that makes it better!

"So the difference is that in the 'good' dream, the man knows what you want, and in the 'bad' dream the men don't know and they don't care?"

She got a very distant look in her eyes. "Maybe it's more of a thrill with more men?"

"Have you ever been with that many men?"

She laughed. "No Robbie. I am a nice sorority girl! I have only been with two men before you, you big dummy, and only with one other woman before your put me in your harem, and never with more than one person at a time until you made me your sex slave. Not that I didn't love every minute of it!"

She got a faraway look in her eyes. 'Which dream is the best, Robbie? Which one is the right one for me?

"Only you can decide, Millie, but I might be able to help you with that."

.....

When I got back to the dorm Thursday night, I was wiped out. I was happy for Erminia, but torn for Millie, and hungry besides. I had to make a decision and get the word to Lara and Suzanne about the final plan for Millie's party. Should I just do what I think Millie wanted, or do what I thought would be best for her?

Tomorrow morning would mark the start of the last day of classes, and the start of one of the busiest high pressure weeks of my life. I really didn't feel that much pressure about school, I thought I had it handled. Heck, even if I bombed all my finals completely I would still pass everything and have two A's and 4 C's, something lots of other freshman would kill for. I had three girlfriends and two pretty hot prospects, and I was invited to three parties, but could only go to two: the ZZZ end of school toga bash and Millie's so called 'graduation party.' Then I was traveling with all three of my 'current girls' to run the Marathon, and had to decide whether to submit to them again Sunday after the finish, and then come back to school and take four final exams. The other aspects of my life were another story. 

I wanted to do right by Millie. I wanted Suzanne to want only me, not two or three other guys at once. I wanted Lara to stay just like she was, forsaking all others while I fucked around, and I wanted Nora to spend the upcoming spring semester in bed with me and both other girls, and then pine for me and behave like a nun all through whatever grad school program she choose. Gosh Robbie, you don't want much do you? Totally realistic goals, man. You fucking idiot!

I might as well bite the bullet about Millie tonight, so we had a little time to react. Maybe in the process of talking to Suzanne and Lara I would realize the right thing to do. I called Suzanne, then I conferenced in Lara.

"So we have to decide what to do for Millie's party, but I'm still not sure what it is!"

"What do you think she wants, Robbie?"

"Well, I think she wants two things, but she thinks she has to choose one, and she is having trouble doing that!"

"Hello!" Both girls said it in unison. "Every girl's dilemma, Robbie!"

"Really? What two horns form the dilemma you are caught on, every girl?"

"Come on Robbie, you know this. Fuck toy or fine young lady, which should I be?"

"But all three of you are both, that's why you are so wonderful!"

"Aren't you a nice man, but maybe naive? We can't stay that way. Maybe we could if all men were as interesting as you. But for the most part, we have to pick one road or the other!"

I thought about what Millie had said. What if she tried all those men and found out it wasn't as big a thrill as she imagined? And what if she found a good man who would treat her bad sometimes, just like she needed?

"Okay you two. We need to give Millie a chance to experience her fantasy, or at least something like it, with the least possible risk of hurting her. Lara, you said you had some ideas?"

She did. Suzanne had some suggestions and some ideas about who could help the most. I wasn't totally comfortable with it, but I couldn't come up with anything better, so I agreed to it. Now if I could just stand to watch it. I wasn't so much worried about Lara seeing it anymore: she had told me about her fears and had designed her plan to avoid them for Millie. But Suzanne was already planning for at least two guys: me and Günter. Would this little scene inspire her to go for three? 

Come to think of it, I also had to worry about how easy it was for Lara and Suzanne to dream this stuff up and pull it off. This has to something they had thought about before now. The Bi Phi pledges were certainly on board to do anything for their sorority president Millie, and they got so turned on at baring it all at the addicted to party that they were looking for another thrill. And those girls could get their hot little boyfriends do to just about anything; especially get naked at a party with them. But I felt more than a little trepidation about Big Liz, Marilyn and my cosmologist in training old junior high buddy Ralph helping out. Was that designed to help Millie, or just to help Suzanne visualize and vicariously enjoy one of her own fantasies? I guess we would find out tomorrow night. Maybe I should have a talk to Ralph myself, before Millie's Midnight Madness actually took place.

.....

Elena Roberts was excited about getting a 'bonus' pre-Christmas break visit from her grandson Robbie so he could run the Marathon race downtown on Sunday morning, but she had some preparations to make if she was going to serve him and his friends the kind of Saturday night meal that Robbie really liked. She had planned her Friday shopping excursion carefully. A long drive south for few stops in the old neighborhood for spices, special teas, and then lunch with an old friend who still grew sassafras, atomic fire style chili petins, and some other esoteric herbs for the special horehound drops that Robbie liked; then a quick trip to an older North Dallas urban area shopping center to visit a 'hippy' natural food and herb store, followed by the long drive north and back home. All her travel would be in daylight, all in between rush hour peak periods, and all on regular streets, not any newfangled high speed toll ways or old decrepit freeways with dangerously short entrance ramps. Google maps had proved very useful to her.

She didn't mind that almost everyone in her life except her oldest friends called her 'Grandma', and she was actually hopeful that she would get called 'Great Grandma' a few more times before she slipped this mortal coil, but one did have to plan more carefully these days. The old light yellow diesel Mercedes with the dark grey leather interior was a trusted friend with almost as many miles on it as Elena herself had, but her son Ronnie always made sure it was perfectly maintained and with those big new modern tires it drove like a dream. The newly installed navigation system that spoke directions out loud made it easy for her to get where she was going -- Ronnie showed her how to download her trip plans from her computer to a USB stick and then upload them into the fancy aftermarket in dash system in the car. He even put in a special garage in the new house with radio operated overhead doors front and back so Elena never had to back up, and didn't say a word about it to her. She must have raised that boy right. 

Elena had planned her layers of clothing too. It was barely 18 degrees F in the DFW 'Metroplex' this December morning, and windy to boot, and was not expected to get much warmer during the day. She was prepared for any climate eventuality. Eldee was going along too, but her wardrobe required little thought. Her rough double coat was good down to zero with all by itself, and if she had some shelter from the wind, like being in the car, she was happy as a clam down to 30 below. She flowed into the back seat enthusiastically and almost became invisible, her brindle coloring blending in with the dark grey leather. She liked to ride in the Mercedes as much as Elena liked having her along.

Elena's health problems had flared up two years ago, and her doctor recommended a service dog that was trained to sniff her and alert on keto-acidosis or other abnormal metabolic states. Elena got her back up at that, telling the doctor "We don't buy working dogs, we raise working dogs!" The dog training outfit was at first hesitant to try to teach her to train then 9 year old Eldee, but the old war hound took to it like a duck to water, breezing through their training program and amazing them all. Elena didn't think it necessary to mention that Eldee was already trained in search and rescue, drug and bomb detection, and bite work, and had won several regional tracking competitions against 'professional' police dogs, or that nine of her pups were actively working military or police dogs. They also did not need to know that Elena had gone beyond their training to teach Eldee to detect low blood sugar levels and press the med alert bracelet if Elena was unconscious. No need to draw unnecessary attention, you know. She did have a secret motivational trick -- giving Eldee bite work as a reward for learning new things. It was a maximum motivator for her. She had liked to chase little Robbie's tennis balls as much as any pup when she was young, but when she began training with the puppy tug, her love affair with tennis balls was over. And when she was finally old enough to go find the bad guy and bite him she was truly in her element. 

By 9:30 AM the traffic on Preston Road was only moderate, and she made her way south steadily, driving carefully. She remembered when Alpha Road was the absolute northern limit of Dallas civilization, but not anymore. It took her 30 minutes to get that far south. Another 30 minutes got her to Lover's Lane and into the old neighborhood, passing by the old theater where Robbie saw his first movie. At each stop, Eldee stayed in the car, looking out the windows until she got bored, and then curling up in the back seat to rest and stay warm. Just before lunch, they made a planned stop at a dog friendly park, giving Eldee a chance to relieve herself, jump around a little bit, and drink some water. 

Lunch was at a high end neighborhood café chosen by her friend for good food and its nearby location. Eldee stayed in the car parked nearby with the rear windows cracked a bit for ventilation. As they were shown to their seats, Elena nodded to the recently retired US senator from their old neighborhood at the next table, a woman Elena had known since their days working together at the local Parent Teachers Association many years ago. She suddenly wished she had taken the time to make more introductions for Robbie -- sometimes it could benefit a young man's career to know such people socially. She liked this place and she once again ordered the Queen of Hearts salad, her favorite. 

After a wonderful lunch and wide ranging conversation, her friend gave her a paper bag with the specially chosen harvest from her garden, just the stuff she needed to prepare the things Robbie liked for Saturday night's dinner. They bid each other goodbye and Elena sat back in the Mercedes.

"We just have one more stop, old girl!" She knew Eldee would happily ride with her all day long in the old yellow taxi, so named for its coloring that resembled the taxicabs in Berlin. Elena went back to the ever comfortable Preston Road, and then north to Northwest Highway, then east toward the shopping center, studiously avoiding any contact with the dreaded Central Expressway. She drove around in the parking lot until a spot opened up near her target destination, a spot on the edge that would be easy to get out of. Her son Ronnie had pestered her to get a handicapped sticker, but her pride wouldn't let her do that until she absolutely needed it. Until then, the walk was good for her. 

She cracked the back windows and locked the car. Eldee was a little more animated than usual, watching several groups of people hanging around the parking lot like she was about to go bite the bad guy. But none of them approached Elena or the car, so Eldee eventually settled down in the back seat. Elena walked around in the mall a little bit, window shopping and then planning to make the herb store her last stop before carrying her stuff back to the car. 

.....

Justin "Richard" Simmons thought this shopping center looked like a place to score some decent bucks. He had just been released early this morning from the Preston E. Smith unit in the west Texas town of Lamesa due to the overcrowded conditions there, and had caught a five hour ride east with another released inmate's brother. They dropped him near downtown Dallas off of IH30 and they continued on to Terrell, where another brother was 'staying' at the state school. Richard had been in Smith unit twice, which was pretty predictable, since he had been charged with 'state jail felonies' and Smith was surely a state jail. He was lucky his latest asshole lawyer had dealt carjacking down to auto theft, too, since that qualified him as a non-violent offender and got him in the early release pool. 

He knew he was lucky, but he also knew he was a whole lot smarter than the average bear, and he had learned some good stuff from his 'fellow students' at Smith unit. Richard was into cars: stealing them, jacking them, and selling them: hot cars for cool cash. Thanks to his recent schooling, he knew a couple of places in South Oak Cliff that would pay quick cash for clean cars. The Ford F-250 pickup truck was the big prize and cash cow, as it had the cargo and towing capacity to bring lots of people and dope back from Mexico, before being parted out and shipped to South America. But lots of other cars were sellable too, and Richard needed some walking around money, and fast.

He had walked north until he found this place: it was high end enough to have late model cars, but not so fancy as to have the new engine killer alarms and GPS tracker systems. It was right on the expressway for a quick getaway, and it had a big open parking lot that made it easy to spot a target from a ways off and plan ahead. It had a few cameras, but not very many and he could spot the dead zones near the edges of the lot. Before his most recent incarceration he used to target young guys with nice cars, using his girlfriend to distract them by flirting with them in the parking lot. Once he had scoped out the car and the keys and a clear escape route, he would sucker punch the kid and they would jump in the car and take it to the chop shop for cash, then party for a day or two and do it all over again. 




My Only Talent Ch. 21



But he got caught because one of his girls ratted him out to deal down her own dope charge, and he had now learned that 'do it yourself' was a better plan. The guys at Smith taught him to target senior citizens: they often didn't notice you coming, they didn't react as fast, and they couldn't chase you at all. Sometimes they didn't even remember what you looked like. One punch and they were down and out. He was also anxious to try out a new wrinkle: if they looked like they were really loaded, you made them drive you back home so you could ransack the house, too. Just get in the back seat behind them, stick the butt of a knife or something in their back, and tell them you have a gun on them, and maybe you pick up a much bigger score than the car alone. 

.....

Elena found several things in the other stores she just had to have. The herb store had exactly what she needed and when she finished there she started toward the parking lot with two big shopping bags and two boxes of herbs. She was a little pre-occupied with getting everything back to the car without dropping it, and the cold breeze wasn't helping any. Eldee could do a lot, but she couldn't carry packages. Elena spotted the car out of the corner of her eye and walked unsteadily toward it, balancing her stuff. 

.....

Richard spotted a perfect target: a tall and elegant looking old lady struggling with several bags and packages. He plotted her path and realized she was heading toward an older model Mercedes diesel. That was great: very sellable in Mexico and South America, so it was also very fence-able here. If he remembered correctly, this model had electric locks, but not a wireless key fob. When she opened the driver's side door, the other three doors should be unlocked by the electric motors on them. So he should wait until she unlocked the door to make his move. If it has been upgraded to an aftermarket security systems that could only open the driver door and not the others, then he could still reach in and pop the back door manually -- luckily she had left the rear windows cracked enough so that he could reach in easily. As she passed close by, he noticed a big old engagement ring, wedding ring, watch, and the kind of purse his last girlfriend was always begging for, so he decided to go for the trip home and the big score, not just the car. He fell into step a few paces behind her, and began to count a stack of folding money in his mind.

He was surprised when she remote started the vehicle from some distance away. Aftermarket remote start might mean a better alarm, but maybe she just wanted to keep warm. It also meant she had a key fob to unlock the door. Sure enough she popped the trunk only; leaving the other doors locked, and dropped her packages in it. She closed it, and only then hit the key fob to unlock the front door. Somebody had taught her how to be security conscious. As she moved into the car, he stuck his hand in through the back window to unlock the rear door. Despite her caution, this was going to be an easy score. 

.....

Eldee never slept very soundly -- she was always listening. Through the cracked open windows of the Mercedes, she heard the distinctive noise that Elena's key ring makes from some distance away and fully woke up, ready for a happy reunion. A few seconds later, the car started up, and she knew Elena was almost here, even though she had not moved from her resting place on the seat yet. Then, things changed. A strange and funny smelling hand came through the window, with a knife in it! 

Eldee knew exactly what to do, and she did it faster than human reaction time. Bite the wrist just behind the hand that is holding the weapon. Bite as hard as you can to make them drop the weapon, then pull the wrist down to the ground and hold it there until she hears an 'out' command from someone she knows and trusts. She had never actually done this inside the car before, and she couldn't just take the arm down and press it to the ground. But, she would do her best, and she dropped down to the floor of the car on the passenger side, determined to pull that arm down towards the ground as hard as she possibly could, and through the floor of the car if she had to.

.....

Suddenly pain shot thought Richard's arm like it was on fire. He instinctively pulled hard to try to get his arm out of the car and found he could not -- in fact, his arm was being steadily pulled further into the car! He turned his head left and forward just as the right side of his neck banged up against the car window and he heard a pop from his right shoulder. He could not feel his hand anymore, he did not know if he still held the knife or not. He looked at the little old lady, and she was calmly talking on her cell phone with a funny little smile on her face! What the hell?

There was a damn dog in that car, and it had him by the wrist. It felt like there were fifty or sixty teeth buried in his arm. The dog was tugging even harder and his feet were now lifted off the pavement and part of his surely dislocated shoulder was being pulled past the narrow window opening and into the car. That dog was a lot stronger than he was, especially when his feet were not touching the ground. Someone was screaming. It wasn't the little old lady. 

.....

Senior Sergeant Sam Same normally didn't enjoy working private security, but he did like the overtime pay and the Christmas presents it was going to let him buy for his grandkids. This shopping center had some crime problems splashed in the newspapers in the last few months and they wanted to have a visible and credible security presence to reassure Christmas shoppers that they could come to here to shop in safety. So at least one off duty officer was in uniform and on hand here at all times. He heard the call on his radio and only had to drive around to the other side of the center to respond, which took less than a minute.

As he approached he heard a blood curdling scream and he was very much afraid that a woman had been mortally wounded and was in the process of dying. A tall and well-dressed grey haired woman waved at him and put her cell phone away. She looked calm and collected, and she was actually smiling a little bit. Then he saw two legs wind milling wildly out of the back window of a yellow Mercedes. He got out of his car and took in the scene. There was a dog inside the car, trying to pull the would-be car thief into the car through a window opening only about 4 inches tall. If someone didn't call a halt to the process, it looked like the dog would to it eventually, but it wouldn't be pretty. He hoped to hell it wasn't a pit bull and that it had been trained to release on command. The guy let out another awful scream. Sam added a request for an EMS unit to his response to the call. 

The woman approached him. "Hello, Officer. I didn't want to out her until someone was here to restrain him, but you may not want to handcuff that right wrist until someone looks at it."

Her use of the word 'out' made him feel a lot better. The dog was trained. "Is the dog reliable?"

The woman looked highly insulted. "Are you?"

Touché. He put one side of his cuffs on the perp's 'good' arm. The guy probably didn't even notice. He nodded to the woman and then she said "Eldee, Those Lawson" or something like that, and the dog immediately let go. 

She said something like "Eldee, Higher" and the dog pushed down on the handle with both front paws and opened the car door on the passenger side! Then she trotted proudly around the back of the car and to woman's left, her little stump of a tail wagging, and sat watching the guy intently as he tried to stand up. 

The woman said "Bay Wake Him" or something like that, and the dog stared intently at the wounded and very miserable would be car thief. It appeared certain to the Sergeant that if the guy didn't stay perfectly still; the dog would cheerfully bite him again. Still the tail wagged, as if to say 'go ahead, buddy, give it a try'. Sam liked this dog. It was smaller than he first thought. The way that guy was suspended in the air, he would have pegged the dog at 120 lbs or more, but now he could see that she was not that big, maybe 75 lbs at most. 

Sam sat the guy down on the payment, and handcuffed his left arm to his left leg. The woman suggested having the guy hold his right arm up over his head to discourage any bleeding, although it didn't seem to be bleeding that much. The guy actually looked at the dog first, as if to ask permission, and then moved his arm. My, Sam thought, but isn't he is suddenly so very well behaved? 

EMS arrived and began working on the guy. The woman walked a few feet away and called the dog over to her, patting its head, giving it something from her purse, and saying "Bravo Eldee" or something like that. The dog wagged its tail even faster. The woman looked up at Sam and said "I suppose you have some paper work to do?"

Sam smiled. That was the only thing he liked about this private gig. Somebody else did the paper work. A DPD unit showed up to process the guy, and that officer spent some time talking to the woman, and then the perp. After a few moments the officer motioned Sam over and said "This mutt just got out of Lamesa early this morning. Didn't take him long, eh?"

Sam snorted. "He sure picked the right car, though!" Both cops had a good laugh, probably their only one for the rest of upcoming night shift. Sam asked the woman if he could pet the dog, and when permission was granted he offered the back of his hand for a sniff. The lady laughed when the dog wagged its tail.

"She likes you, sergeant, and she is pretty picky, especially about men. Her name is Eldee."

Sam scratched the dog's ears gently. "Eldee, I wouldn't mind having you ride with me. I bet you would be a lot more useful than my last partner!" She looked him right in the eyes and seemed to smile, like she actually understood exactly what he had said. What was it with this dog? Sam was still chuckling to himself as he drove away.

As they left the shopping center, Elena knew she had to add one more stop on her way home. Luckily the Whole Foods on Preston Road sold really nice calf liver. She usually baked it and then dried it to make the little training rewards for Eldee and the other dogs. She had been making the treats more often since Ronnie had made her start training the youngest dog to sense her metabolic states and do the medical alert thing, just in case Elena happened to outlast Eldee. But sometimes she just fried some chopped up calf livers in a skillet and poured it over Eldee's supper, and this was one of those nights. She glance in the rear view mirror and saw that Eldee was laying calmly in the back seat with her eyes closed.

.....

A couple of hundred miles south in Austin, nobody was thinking about liver, although lots of people on Sixth Street were actively working on pickling theirs. But on campus, there were some raspy and conflicting Suzie signals making their way through the ether in anticipation of Millie's so called graduation party, and one highly perceptive but very worried freshman. It didn't affect his appetite, though, and he had called his buddy Ralph to come down and eat dinner with him. Ralph wasn't going to the ZZZ toga bash, but he had been enlisted as part of 'the cast' at Millie's party. They went through the line together and sat at small table in the corner. Robbie was pretty sure neither one of them wanted to be overheard. 

"So, Ralph, how are things with Marilyn and Big Liz? Are you still up to the task of satisfying the two girls?"

"Robbie, life is good. I never would have believed I would have things this good. I am so happy the Cal Tech thing didn't work out; I have all the academic challenges and resources I need here. Thanks to you, and those two amazing beauties you found for me, I have the perfect 'bed life' as my Granddad used to say. I have also discovered that all that sex and satisfaction makes me think better and more creatively. When I win the Nobel Prize, I will have to cite your babe spotting talents as making it all possible."

"How would you feel if those two suddenly wanted to try two or three guys at once?"

He laughed. "Oh, they probably do, and this party is sure to give them some ideas. After all, Suzanne explained everything to them before they explained it to me."

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"It drives me completely crazy, but I can't let them know that!"

"What if they try it and they like it? What if they like much more than with you?"

"Well, my emotions got so crazy that I had to resort to pure Aristotelian logic to figure out how to handle this. First, I can never let them try it on their own. I have to be there: do my best to please the girls and to throw the other guy or guys off their game. Second, if they really do like it and plan to make it a regular thing I am better off without them and it's better to learn about that sooner rather than later. Finally, if they try it once and then decide that it was no big deal, nowhere near the thrill they thought it would be, then I have two wonderful women thoroughly devoted to yours truly for a long time, maybe forever."

"What do you think the odds are?"

"I make it 80/20 in my favor, and those 20% girls are too risky to be with long term anyway! So now I just wait and see, and when the coin is flipped and hits the turf, I can deal with either outcome."

"That seems very cool and collected, Ralph?"

"I really don't have any other way to influence the outcome Robbie, so I might as well be cool about it."

"What it there was a way to influence the outcome?"

"I just don't see one."

"If I show you how, can we help each other out?"

"This I have to hear!" 

"Did you ever watch on old movie on Netflix called "Strangers on a Train?"

"Yeah, but I don't want to kill anybody, Robbie!"

"You won't have too. But what about a little reciprocal buzz kill?" 

We talked for about half an hour before I had to leave to meet the girls at Lara's so we could go to the ZZZ party together. Sometimes we guys have to stick together, for the long term good of civilization, don't you know. 

.....

The ESU chapter of ZZZ had a reputation to maintain as hardcore party animals, and they worked at it. Besides the special punch made from grape juice and grain alcohol they called 'instant stripper' because if often had that effect on girls, they also had some 'traditions' to liven up the final party of each semester. One was that all the pledge class's girl friends had to strip and dance for everyone, ostensibly a direct consequence of consuming 'instant stripper'. This heated up the party atmosphere markedly, sometimes encouraging other girls to do the same, and led to some campus rumors that helped in recruiting the next pledge class. It also meant that Lou Baby would be displaying her smooth and ample charms for us, and I wanted to see Suzanne's reaction to that. Also, this party had become the unofficial 'let it all hang out' end of class party of the Greek crowd. Lots of other houses had parties this weekend, but it was widely known that if you really wanted to let your hair down and get your freak on, the place to do it was at the ZZZ last day of class bash, and it was sort of like a little bit of New Orleans in Austin: the normal rules of civilization did not apply for this night. This also meant that lots of independent girls and even some goody two shoes coeds from Baylor and Trinity, some with an entire semester's worth of pent up lust, often showed up at the party intent on having one of those legendary wild, wild nights that they could tell their friends about later. 

Suzanne was wearing her "roman negligee' costume from that first magical ZZZ toga party we went to on our "first date" and she made up similar ones for Lara and Millie, too. She also had saved the roman robe thing she had made for me, and I put it on. Each one of the girls looked incredible, but the total effect of all of them arrive together was really going to turn some heads. Lara had arranged for Rodney Driver to pick us up in the limo, and he whistled as he held the door open for us. The girls really did look even better than ever. Maybe they were just a little more mature, or well rested, or maybe, like professor Lillehammer's wife Dorothy had so perceptively said, they were all getting their recommended daily allowance of "Vitamin D for Dick", thanks to yours truly. It was my sacred duty.

As we moved toward the entrance of the ZZZ house, I saw Lara and Rodney standing beside the limo, engaged in an animated conversation, which was just winding up.

"So, we aren't going to get to actually do anything with her, but you want her to think we are?"

Lara laughed. "Well, you never know who else y'all might run into at the party, Rodney!"

"This could be the start of my acting career!" Rodney laughed. "Midnight, right?"

The ZZZ party was already rocking when we got there. They had a DJ with a decent setup and everything sounded damn good. I saw Kevin, Lou Baby, the Prez, and Ms. Super Body at a table near the front, and they waved as we entered. Millie danced with several guys who asked her, and seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. It didn't take long for things to get interesting. There was a ceremonial pouring of the punch, and then all the pledges and their dates had to imbibe deeply. The DJ put on something with a rocking beat and turned the bass way up, and as if by magic, several of the pledge girlfriends began a fairly showy strip tease. Suddenly Suzanne and Lara were on either side of me, talking to each other as if I wasn't there. 

"Lara, did you know Robbie is somewhat of a stripper connoisseur? He has spent lots of time in Dallas going to strip clubs to watch amateur dancers."

"Really, Suzanne? Do you think any of these girls will catch his eye?"

I couldn't resist setting the hook. "I've actually only been once. I only watch the best; I don't want to waste my time. There doesn't seem to be too much in the way of hot competition here: nobody near as hot as oh say, Alley, or Nora Upton. Now those two can really take it off!" I heard a couple of competitive sparking Suzies emerge on either side of me, with Suzanne sounding especially raspy. "But maybe Lou Baby will surprise me! I would like to see how that smooth cocoa butter tan has held up thorough all this winter weather and I'd especially like to see without it the little plum purple bikini in the way!" Sure enough, Lou made a big show of chugging one of those big red plastic cups of the punch, and instantly began to strip. 

Slowly and tantalizingly: she looked like she was really enjoying herself. Kevin looked really nervous. When she took her bra off I realized there must be some tanning lamps at her sorority house, because her tan was spectacular, now competitive with water skiing Candy, setting off her red and nicely erect nipples on a pretty light pink bikini sized background, surrounded by some gorgeous and deeply tanned breasts. I could smell the cocoa butter from here. She must have been working out a little, too, because they seemed to riding a little higher and prouder on her pectoral muscles. "See what I mean, girls?"

Lara's Suzie sparked with competition but also some adoration, and I was sure neither one of them would kick the other out of bed. That might be very interesting, but I had to take pity on Kevin. Suzanne, on the other hand, was sending a rasping and buzzing mixture of attraction, competition, and a deep desire to dominate. It was a heady brew indeed, and it acted directly on my dick. 

Suzanne strutted over to the punch bowl, her heels clicking loudly on the hard wood floor. Every male eye in the place was glued to her, as were Lou's and most of the other women's. She picked up a red plastic cup, dipped it full in the punchbowl, and held it too her lips, then raised it to toast Lou. "You look beautiful tonight, Lou, and seeing you makes me want to put on a little show myself!" With that she chugged the entire 12 ounces or so of 'instant stripper', her eyes never leaving Lou's.




My Only Talent Ch. 21



Lou looked like a mongoose watching a snake, as Suzanne slithered over to her. Her light olive skin was uniform in color all over, no tan lines or markings of any kind. She made a quite a show of taking her light green panties off out from under her diaphanous and semi-transparent Roman costume, and offered them to Lou, holding them out about a foot from Lou's face. I thought she had made a miscalculation there, because Lou made no move to take them or otherwise acknowledge the gift, leaving Suzanne hanging and symbolically somewhat 'dissed'. Or so I thought. But Suzanne was ready for that. 

She moved a little closer to Lou and used the panties to gently tease Lou's nipples, and Lou was mesmerized! She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the sensations. Several male voices behind me muttered, and a few females, too. I heard male and female Suzie signals spring up from every direction. Males wanting both girls, girls wanting both girls and a big chorus of that old time female herd envy hatred for both these showoff alpha females. Suzanne suddenly draped the panties right over Lou's head, like she had done to Lara the first night I got them together. Lou's eyes were closed, and before she could move she drank in the aroma, and suddenly was frozen, except I saw her nostrils flare as she took another deep breath. 

Suzanne moved back, every eye on the room on her. Lou could throw those panties on the floor and stomp on them now and no one else would notice. They were left only with the image of them draped on Lou's face. Suzanne twirled and swirled, the centrifugal forces making her 'skirt' ride up higher and higher as she spun around to the music. Lou opened her eyes, but she could not take them off Suzanne's body, and she did not move a muscle. Suzanne suddenly reached down and quickly raised the gown over her head, swung it around on one finger for a moment and then let it slip off and fly away. I could not believe her. Wild college days indeed! I knew it wasn't the alcohol; it was her desire to get a little wild, and to dominate Lou.

I looked over at Kevin. His jaw was slack and his face was completely white. You could have heard a pin drop, and it seemed like no one in the room was even breathing: except Lou and Suzanne. Both of their nostrils flared and Suzanne moved toward Lou like one of those attacking Flamingo dancers. The DJ must have been a genius with a hell of an MP3 collection; he quickly switched the music to a tune I had endured for years of my mother's required ballroom dancing classes: "El Choclo." It was music for dancers who were either going to have a knife fight or a fuck, or both. I think it meant something like "Sin in the mud", and I had never seen it done with this much tension, and only one dancer was moving, so far.

Then suddenly Suzanne took Lou in her arms and swirled her around, totally the leading dancer of the pair. It was artistic, it was erotic, and it was downright nasty. Gasps arose from the entire audience, and the cacophony of Suzie signals almost made me dizzy. Lara gripped my arm so hard I was starting to lose feeling in my hand, but the circulation to my cock was a-okay. After a few passes back and forth, Suzanne performed a perfect 'dip' laying Lou out horizontally, and kissing her hard, right on the lips. The she dropped her on the floor and walked away. I could not tell if Lou was awake or out cold.

Kevin went over to check on her and she had clearly fainted. He helped her up, as Suzanne came back over to us and Lara helped her put her costume back on. Lara nuzzled Suzanne and whispered 'I was afraid you were going to fuck her face!" 

Suzanne looked matter of fact about it. "Maybe. If she begs for it." Holy shit! 

A few other girls then got up and stripped, but even the ones with visions of an epic wild night knew they could never top what they had just seen. Lou avoided Suzanne for the rest of the night. I heard all sorts of Suzies, some sending for me, but I was thinking there was already too much sex in store later tonight, and I didn't really want to look for more. Rodney picked us up about 11 and took us back to Lara's place. The girls said they had a few things to get ready before the other guests arrived. 

They had already decorated the trapeze in the bedroom, and now lit lots of candles in the living room. Then they took some kind of metal and plastic thing out of a box at put it on Millie's fuck rug at the end of the short hallway that led from the living room, past the bedroom and to the storage closet. Lara had ordered it from someplace called Kinky Katalog on the web. It looked like a cross between one of those kneeling chairs with no back and the old fashioned stocks that I had seen on a trip to Colonial Williamsburg, with some kind of thick black spider web stuff thrown in for good measure. I knew that Millie would end up on display restrained in this contraption by the end of the night, but I also knew that the party would start with a smaller number of people in the bedroom, and Millie on the trapeze.

Lara and Suzanne wanted to make sure Millie was suitably excited, so they had positioned this whole thing as some kind of initiation ritual that Millie might well not survive, and told her she could have one trusted friend to act as her 'second' to help her if she got in trouble, or claim her body if she did not make it. But that could not be Lara or Suzanne, since they would be conducting the rituals, or me, since in my role as Master I would begin her testing to see if she was worthy of graduation. She chose Mei Ling, and I wondered if what Mei Ling saw tonight would further stimulate her own dark desires, sending her on to depths that Cisco had not yet been willing to plumb. Mei Ling would certainly have all her questions answered about just exactly what I had been doing to Millie for most of this semester. 

The first set of rituals, conducted in the bedroom, would be 100% authentic. Some of the later stuff might be dramatized a little. But I was betting Millie would be pushed to her outer limits and maybe just a little bit beyond, not to mention Mei Ling. How close would I get to my outer limits?

The girls closed the bedroom door while they 'prepared' Millie. When they opened the door and signaled that they were ready, I would come in as Master and begin Millie's ordeal. We would start with all the basics, titillation, teasing, spanking, tender caresses, whipping, kissing, pinching, and licking, all moving toward greater and greater excitement yet denying her permission to come for as long as possible. Then we would allow her to come several times, then tell her this was the demarcation point, where she would go beyond out little loving circle to the kind of stimulation and excitement she craved. And then it would get pretty funky for a while.

Outside the door, waiting to do their part, were several people that I knew well: Mei Ling, Cisco, Big Liz, Little Marilyn, Ralph, Rodney Driver, and Little Hollywood. There were also eight Bi Phi pledges and their boyfriends that I only knew in passing. That made for quite a little party in itself, and they had some time to kill while we worked on Millie. Lara had set up appetizers and drinks, and had some pretty good tunes playing, and the atmosphere was naturally a little charged up. I listened with one ear to the pledges tell some stories, and tell their boyfriends that they should just go with the flow. I wasn't sure what that meant, and I wasn't sure they did either.

The door opened about six inches and Lara crooked a finger at me and at Mei Ling, who was standing right next to me. She drew in a big breath as we went inside. Millie was strapped to the trapeze, totally naked, and covered with a thin sheen of some kind of oil. It emphasized her erect nipples and smooth skin, shining in the light of several dozen candles arrayed about her, and smelled faintly of some musky perfume. Her pubic hair had been completely shaved, and her hair had been cut to only two inches or so long. A black blindfold covered her eyes completely, but she was already breathing fast and shaking a little in the restraints. I put on my Master garb, and then Suzanne removed her blindfold, letting her see the scene around her for the first time. She had on no makeup at all, and I realized I had never seen her that way before. She looked somehow more real and more beautiful at the same time. She made eye contact with me and shivered. I did too.

Suzanne motioned for Mei Ling to join her at Millie's side.

"Millicent, you have chosen this women to be your second. Are you sure you can depend on her?"

"Yes, Mistress, I trust her with my life."

"You are, trainee! What is your safe word?"

"River Oaks."

I knew that was the name of the elementary school that both she and Mei Ling had attended.

Suzanne turned to Mei Ling. "Do you promise to help this trainee in any way you can, but not to interfere with anything that is done to her unless she uses the safe word?"

Mei Ling shivered. "I promise."

Suzanne gave her an evil look. 

"I promise, Mistress!"

Suzanne put a hand on Millie's hips, and spoke right in her ear. "Do you give yourself freely up to us, Trainee, to use anyway we choose?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"You realize you must be punished for your slutty nature, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"And you understand that if you pass the initial tests, you will then be placed on your fuck rug for all to see and use?"

"Yes Mistress!" Two excited Suzie notes arose from Millie: one pure and clear, the other raw, raspy and funky.

Lara and Suzanne went into an expanded version on the same kind of 'contrast therapy' they had used on me. Gentle caresses and kisses on Millie's shoulders, and then swift little pops with the little short whips. Smooth massage on her thighs, and then sharp spanks on her hips. Millie's body was flushed red, and her breathing was labored. Mei Ling looked on with widening eyes, and when one hard blow landed on Millie's ass, I saw Mei Ling's nipples pulse through her silk blouse. That certainly told me something.

I stood in front of Millie trying to look foreboding as the two girls worked on her. I caught Mei Ling occasionally staring at the silver and gold metal cock piece of my costume, and I liked that. Things quickly progressed to flogging the inside of Millie's thighs, and as they turned red, her enticing pussy smell became apparent in the closed bedroom. Mei Ling's eyes took on a wild look, and then she spun her head to look as Suzanne spoke.

"Remember you may not come without permission, slut, and you do not yet have permission!" Suzanne nodded at Lara. Lara dropped down and began kissing Millie's buttocks. Suzanne began kissing the front of her thighs. Millie's nipples got even harder: I reached out and began twisting them, and she began to mumble and quiver on the trapeze. I watched Mei Ling's eyes shift as Lara stopped working on Millie and kneeled in front of me and began to remove my cock piece. She looked away twice, but then stared openly when Lara lifted it off of me. All the attention had excited me, and I was as hard as I had ever been. It occurred to me that I was even more excited than when I had submitted to the girls, and I filed that away for further consideration. I shook my hips a little bit, and delighted in watching Mei Ling' eyes follow the tip of my cock. Millie's eyes were locked on my face. 

Suzanne used the little remote control and lowered Millie down to just above a kneeling position: her feet touched the floor and her legs bent at the knees, but most of her weight was still supported by her arms tied to the trapeze. Millie's eyes focused on my cock, and Mei Ling's never left it. I slapped Millie's cheeks with my engorged dick, hard enough to sting a little. Then I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth just as roughly as I possibly could. Mei Ling's breathing became labored, and Millie's breath whistled through her nose. Millie was desperate to get my cock down her throat, and her Suzie exploded with lust. I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth with roughly the same motion I used to masturbate with; I just had Millie's head in my hand. I realized I was just about to come, and looked over at Mei Ling just as I began to shoot and groaned, pushing myself down further into Millie's throat and letting her suck it out of me. 

Mei Ling licked her lips as some 'glug, glug' sounds emerged from Millie as she finished off my last little droplets. She used Suzanne's little trick and I stayed hard as a rock. I pulled my cock out of Millie's mouth and pointed it at Mei Ling, and delighted as her lips parted involuntarily. Maybe someday, sweetheart; but not tonight, especially with Cisco in the next room, although come to think of it, he was waiting to possibly fuck my Millie, so maybe turnabout was fair play. I spread my legs and hunkered down a little bit, rubbing my cock against Millie's nipples. 

"You may not come, slut!" I told her, and Suzanne used the remote to move the trapeze up until Millie's waist was level with mine. I slammed myself into Millie. She was dripping wet, and her Suzie told me she was desperate to come. She would not get that for a while. Lara donned a strap on and entered Millie's ass and Mei Ling's eyes got even bigger than saucers. Suzanne climbed up the ropes like a gymnast, and shoved her pussy in Millie's face: Millie devoured it. Her Suzie signal reached new peak amplitudes, and warbled and woofed with overtones that were new to me. Lara and I switched positions, and I heard Millie's Suzie signal morph as the plastic dildo in her butt was replaced with my warm cock. I hope she liked it as much as I did. She shook and chattered in the restraints: if she didn't come soon she would pass out. 

I motioned to Lara and Suzanne, pulled out of Millie's ass, and got ready to come in her mouth again. Lara reentered her ass with the strap on, and Suzanne put the handle of her whip in Millie's now sizzling snatch.

"When you have completed sucking everything out of Robbie, you may come!"

Millie's mouth sealed itself to me desperately, sucking like a woman possessed. I hoped not fully. Then I was over the edge, and launched everything I had into Millie's throat. She got every drop, and then exploded in a series of seizure like orgasms that threatened to pull the trapeze out of its moorings. Lara sucked on one nipple, Suzanne took the other, and I knelt and began to eat Millie's pussy. Mei Ling reached out and gently touched Millie's ass. Her pussy tasted like never before: both sweet and sour, both salty and tangy, and it was dripping at an almost alarming rate. I synchronized with her Suzie and tuned for maximum stimulation and she ripped off three more quick orgasms like a well made assault rifle set to fire a three round burst.

Then we all stood back a foot or so while Millie sobbed on the trapeze, tears running down her cheeks. Mei Ling was crying too. Suzanne kissed Millie gently for a moment then said "You have passed your first test, Trainee!"

Millie drew in a shuddering breath and began to sob in relief. 

"You may now call yourself a proud graduate rather than a mere trainee. You have surrendered completely to a close circle of trusted people who care for you, and you have proven yourself worthy of our love. "

Millie stopped breathing almost entirely, and Suzanne continued. "You may stop now, but if you do, you may never know the complete truth about yourself. Are you ready to submit yourself completely to all the people waiting for you in the next room?"

Millie's voice sounded like a very young girl. "Y, Yes, Mistress."

"You realize that your safe word will no longer have any effect. They will take you and use you as they want, until they are finished with you. Do you understand?"

The raspy Suzie dominated, driving the clear one into the background. Her voice was even softer, but clear. "Yes, Mistress!"

Suzanne and Lara began unhooking Millie from the trapeze, and then put a little black mask, like an old Lone Ranger mask, on her face. "Everyone may see you, slut, but you will never know who took you, or how many!" This mask was part of the plan, and it was Lara's idea. It was brilliant, but I found it more than a little disturbing, too. She had really thought about this stuff. The mask was from the same Kinky Katalog, and actually did not block Millie's vision completely. It allowed her a very narrow cone of vision, so that she could only see things that were almost exactly in front of her. Too much to the left or right, or too much above or below the plane of her eyes, and she could not see it at all.

They opened the door and frog marched Millie out into the living room. All conversation stopped, and there was a massed intake of breath, then almost complete silence. They turned and walked her down the little hallway, Suzanne's and Lara's high heels resounded on the tile floor and the sound echoed through the hanging silence. I suddenly realized I was standing there in my Master costume, with the hood on, but with my cock hanging out. I also noticed, somewhat disappointedly, that no one was looking at me. The little procession of the naked and strikingly rubifacted Millie, being handled by Lara and Suzanne in their contrasting red and white sex suits, with the still bug eyed Mei Ling following meekly behind them, was attracting every eye in the room. 

They reached the end of the hallway, and began to strap Millie into the Kinky Katalog contraption that had previously been placed at the end of the hallway. Although the audience probably thought Millie's body was being positioned for maximum exposure and accessibility to the hopeful gang bang group, they were actually carefully positioning and locking down her head so that she could only see a narrow portion of the middle of the hallway right in front of her, and nowhere else. Once they were satisfied with that, they began to spread her limbs and further restrain her with the spider web like straps built into the device. The audience's interest was piqued as they twisted her nipples and slapped her butt, and her wetness and excitement was made apparent to anyone with eyes and/or a nose. 

As if on cue, and as they had been prompted to do, the Bi Phi pledges and their dates queued up in a line down the hallway, and everyone else lined up behind them, obviously getting ready to take their turns with Millie, muttering everything from "Oh, boy!" to "Watch this guys!" to "I'm gonna fuck that bitch blue!" Millie's respiration rate tripled, and the raspy Suzie signal soared, taking on some desperate overtones. The couple in the front of the line stripped in a matter of fact manner, and the guy said loudly "How about a little hand job to get me hard for this slut, girlfriend?" Rodney and Little Hollywood joined the line behind the Bi Phis, and Little Marilyn, Big Liz, and Ralph joined up behind them.

.....

Millie had chugged some instant stripper, too, and was also was in a complete fog or hormones, pheromones, and endorphins: high as a kite on raw sex. She couldn't move her head or body at all, and when she squinted she could just focus on some people lined up right in front of her. They were saying some pretty wild things, but she could only see them from about their waists to their knees, and nothing to either side, and the ones toward the back of the line were very much out of focus. The guy and girl in the front of the line took off their clothes, and the girl put her hand on the guy's cock and gently began to frig it. Millie could see it was getting hard. The next guy in line took off his pants too, as did the girl next to him, and then the entire line shuffled forward and closer to her. 

Millie heard Suzanne's voice take on a silky but aggressive and domineering tone. "Look at all those hard dicks and wet pussies lining up for you, slut! You are going to finally get your fill, aren't you? Your pussy, your mouth, your ass are all open for them. I hope you are ready!"




My Only Talent Ch. 21



The first guy in line walked right up to her and slapped his cock right against her cheek. His date said "You are about to get fucked by my boyfriend, you slut! If he likes it, I might let you eat my pussy!" The guy laughed and moved around and slapped Millie on the butt, and then she felt him spread her butt cheeks and enter her doggy style and start thrusting. It drove her crazy, and she couldn't deny it. The girl moved her pussy up just out of Millie's reach, but she could see it perfectly in the center of her vision, and smell the glistening wetness. "Show me you want it, bitch!" Millie couldn't deny that, either.

The girl behind the first couple spoke to her boyfriend. "It won't be long, baby! I used to date this guy and he won't last two minutes. You'll be able to get in there real soon and fuck this slut!"

Millie hoped she was wrong, but even if she was right, the line seemed to disappear into the distance, and there were lots of guys ready for her. Lots of girls, too. 

He was pounding away but quick and shallow, not slow and deep like she really liked it. But she was gradually getting into it and it he kept if up for a while she was going to get off again. But then the guy began to grunt and swear, and then said "I am going to come in this slut, girlfriend!"

The girl, her pussy still just out of Millie's reach, replied "I want to see it, pull out and come on her ass, baby!"

He said "Oh, Yeah!" and then grunted and Millie felt something warm and sticky on her ass. The girl said "Yeah baby, that looks good!" and then moved around behind Lara, too. Millie looked up to see the next guy in line step up towards her and shake his cock a little, and just off to the side at the edge of her vision, she saw her friend Mei Ling with a completely awestruck expression on her face, watching the scene. Then just behind her the first girl said, "Watch this boyfriend!", and then began to slowly lick the come off of Millie's ass. Millie quivered. Holy Shit but that was hot, and Millie came the third time the girl's tongue touched her. She wondered what the next couple would do to her. Mei Ling's face was frozen in an unreadable expression. 

.....

The first Bi Phi pledge and boyfriend in line had followed the script perfectly, taunting Millie, and then moving beside and behind her, spanking her ass, and waiting to deliver the rest of their lines. Suzanne reached down and spread Millie's red butt cheeks, and beside her Lara picked up one of the four various sized didoes that were on the table to her side. She pushed it into Millie and began moving it in and out of her pussy, rapidly and not very deep, just the opposite of what she liked, and she presumed it wasn't Millie favorite technique either. Mille was very wet, and this really didn't give her much of a thrill. Then Suzanne smiled at the boyfriend, and he made a loud grunt and said he was going to come. The girl friend told him to come on Millie's ass. Lara got out one of the little envelopes of honey from the fried chicken place and tore the corner just a little, then squeezed it until some shot out on Millie's ass. Millie jumped. She kept rolling up the end of the little envelope until all the honey had dribbled out onto Millie's ass, and then the girlfriend leaned down and licked it off. Millie came! This was going to work just fine. Mei Ling almost fainted.

The other seven pledge couples carried out variations on that theme. Some guys pulled Millie's hair while Suzanne used the dildo on her, and then two guys went behind her at once and bumped their legs against her while Lara and Suzanne gave her the old DP with two new and different sized didoes. Millie came again. Lara ended using more envelopes of honey, and some mustard and mayonnaise on Millie's back, ass, and neck, and the pledges and some of the girls and even one of the boyfriends licked Millie clean, while she shivered and came several more times. Two of the girls really did make Mille eat their pussies, and one served up her ass, and Millie was feeling a wicked buzz. 

.....

I had to admit it was getting Millie off like crazy, and it was much less risky than just a plain old gang bang. I was a little concerned about how well thought out this all was, and how much Lara and Suzanne were enjoying the passing parade of dicks, giggling and whispering comments about them in each other's ears. I was struck by all the different sizes and shapes, but I lacked their apparent appreciation for the artistic merit of any of them. It was a very nasty scene, but Millie's Suzie had not yet touched the Melanie range. Rodney and Little Hollywood were certainly hamming up their act, though.

.....

Millie lost count of how many guys and girls had passed by, and her own orgasms, but she looked up and noticed two very muscular black guys that she could only see from the waist down having some kind of argument over whose cock was bigger and harder, all the while holding them about six inches from her face. She though they both looked quite nice, and saw no reason to waste any more time arguing. She decided to say so. "Shut up and fuck me, you idiots!"

She heard two guttural laughs, and then watched both guys walk around behind her. She felt two sets of hands on her ass, and felt her heart rate skyrocket. 

"Say, cuz, do want the ass first or the pussy first?"

"I'm gonna have 'em both, so the order doesn't matter!"

Millie just wished they would stop talking and start fucking! They did.

Lara and Suzanne took the two biggest dildos they had and pushed deep and slow into Millie's twitching twat and ass. Slow and steady wins the race! Mille soon came, twice, and then a little improvisational theater took place.

"Say, cuz, this is some fine pussy! Are you ready to switch?"

"This is some fine ass, too, but I guess I could use a little variety!"

Mille sobbed, and Lara and Suzanne switched the two big dildos clumsily and Rodney and Little Hollywood put their hands all over Millie, a little more than I was strictly comfortable with. I was next in line, having taken off my costume so she wouldn't recognize it. The girls got both didoes well established inside Millie again, and Rodney and Little Hollywood began making some noises in time with the motions.

"Say buddy, we are taking care of the ass and the pussy, seems like you could help out with that mouth!"

We knew Millie would recognize my voice, so Ralph, waiting right behind me, said gruffly "Don't mind if I do!"

I was only 'authorized fucker' who was allowed to come in Millie tonight, so I pushed my cock in between her sweet little lips. She sucked me down like an electric milking machine running on three phase 440. Suddenly Millie had a big rolling orgasm, and then another.

"Oh Boy, cuz, this girl can come! Did you feel that pussy rock and roll?"

Little Hollywood sang "Super fine honey bunch!"

"Don't hold out on her pal, she is sucking you perfectly, so you should give her what she wants!"

For some reason I made eye contact with Mei Ling, and she looked at me incredulously, and suddenly I couldn't hold out another second. I pumped my come into Millie's mouth, just as I noticed Lara, Suzanne, and Mei Ling all staring at me. Mille made some very enthusiastic suckling sounds and my knees got weak. 

Big Liz, Marilyn and Ralph were all behind me in line, and suddenly they give me a round of applause. I turned around and saw big smiles on the two girl's faces. Lara and Suzanne looked on with funny expressions. Millie polished me off and then I pulled out of her mouth, just as Suzanne and Lara took the dildos out too. Millie took a few deep breaths and tried to recover her sanity. When her head cleared a bit, she looked up to see Marilyn and Big Liz beginning to take off Ralph's pants. 

Suzanne leaned over to Lara and, perhaps thinking I could not hear her, said "You know that Robbie's friend Ralph is a physicist right?" Lara nodded yes.

I started to speak, but hesitated. That wasn't strictly true, as Ralph had explained to me in excruciating detail. He considered himself a cosmologist, technically a mathematical physicist, but so far exalted over other physicists that it should be a category of its own. There was a strict hierarchy in physics, you see. Cosmologists at the top, of course, at the absolute tip of the advance of all important modern thought. Next were the 'hard working blue collar' physicists who 'hand us cosmologists the rifle' in the fight against ignorance: mathematical physicists, radio astronomers, solar theoreticians, and string theorists. These people could be very helpful in supporting cosmologists, and usually knew their place. There were a bunch of other practitioners under that, many disciplines that I had never even heard of. At the very bottom, the most unclean and unthinkable caste, were the materials scientists, trying to put on airs as if they were physicists when they were really lab techs or chemists, or even worse, chemical engineers, especially the ones at the horribly overstaffed, underperforming, and over politicized national laboratories west of the Mississippi. But for the purposes of this discussion, maybe all this wouldn't matter.

Suzanne went on. "Do you know why those girls call Ralph 'AJ', Lara?" She shook her head no.

Suzanne giggled, just as Ralph's underwear came off. "It's short, so to speak, for Atomic Jawbreaker!"

Lara said "Oh! I used to love to suck on those hot candies. I would keep one in my mouth all day!"

Suzanne pointed at Ralph, and Lara said "Oh Shit!" and then they both giggled like schoolgirls, which of course they were. 

.....

Millie's eyes were out of focus, or so she thought. She blinked her eyes, but the picture didn't change. Two female hands daintily reached out and stroked this giant cock that couldn't be real. But it was, and it got even bigger. 

One of the girls used her other hand to grab Millie by her new short hairdo, and said "I hope you are fully relaxed now, you slut, but let's give you a chance to get ready for what awaits you!" She reached up and licked the giant cock, now only inches from Millie's face, keeping her eyes on Millie's. Millie looked cross-eyed as she tried to focus on it. She was surprised that those two girls could get their mouths around it.

Ralph walked around behind Millie and then Liz and Marilyn put two condoms on him. He positioned himself to enter Millie, with Liz and Marilyn and Lara and Suzanne all looking on with great interest. Millie was amazed that the thing didn't split her apart, and she felt genuine relief when she realize that it was all the way in her and she was still okay. 

.....

I knew I had agreed to this in theory, but I did not like it in practice. Ralph took his time, I guess he had learned that he had to, and Millie's abundant wetness made it possible, I suppose. Realistically, I knew that if little Marilyn could take him on, most any woman could. I just didn't want to think about it anymore than I had to. He worked slow and deep, and I heard Millie's Suzie signal move from alarm to relief to pleasure, and then she came on more time.

Soon everyone left, except Mei Ling, who sent Cisco home and stayed to take care of Millie. We all took Millie into the bathroom and shampooed her short hair, which didn't take long, and washed her and each other and then dried off. I could not help noticing that Mei Ling was almost perfectly structured, with long ropy muscles that I knew were trained in advanced martial arts, and beautiful honey brown skin and surprisingly light brown hair. We surrounded Millie on the bed, and kissed and held her. She cried a bit, and hugged everyone desperately. 

Finally she said "Robbie, I know I told you the truth about my dreams, but now I'm not so sure I wanted to know myself." 

'You know about one dream Millie, and you still have to try to find the other." She put her face into the crook of my neck and snuggled into me again, and I stroked her short hair. I liked the new hair style, but before I could tell her that, she was asleep. Mei Ling kissed her on the cheek and got up to get dressed. I was kind of sorry to see that fine body back under cover. She waved goodbye to me silently and Lara walked her out to the door. 

Lara and Suzanne came back into the bedroom and beckoned me to come back out to the living room. I gently disengaged from Millie and laid her head on the pillow: she never even got close to waking up. I tiptoed back out, closing the door behind me. 

Suzanne spoke first. "Let's let her sleep here tonight. We'll drive her over with us to meet you and Alley at the dorm in the morning. Okay?" 

I nodded. Lara got up to finish putting the party stuff in the dishwasher. 

Suzanne snuggled up next to me. "Did you know that guys like Ralph are like New York City?"

I must have looked uncomprehending, because I was. She smiled at me. "It's exciting, and a girl might want to go there once, and maybe even go back for a show every few years if she had nothing better to do, but I would never want to live there!" She kissed me sweetly.

We went in to help Lara finish up in the kitchen. It didn't take long. Lara walked me out to the lobby. 

"I heard what Suzanne said to you about Ralph. I just wanted you to know that don't even want to go to New York, although it was interesting to see the movie, so to speak."

I had a lot to think about on the way back to the dorm.

.....

We had all agreed to get an early start on the trip to Dallas Saturday morning, and it turned into a highly organized caravan with a social structure like the wagon trains that brought people out west in the old days. Millie was looking strangely subdued, or maybe just hung over. Nora Upton was actually there for the sendoff, but was not making the trip to Dallas. Damn she looked good. Nora and Alley had bonded, maybe in their shared stripper experience, or they were just somehow simpatico, but they seemed like best buds now. Since Lara needed three suitcases for an overnight trip, it was impossible for all of us to fit into her 'Baby Beamer' with all our stuff, even though Suzanne, Millie and I just needed a backpack with a change of clothes. So we had formed a caravan with Alley and her Suburban to get everyone there and back. Jay Kincaid was catching a ride up with Alley, apparently for his grandfather's birthday party on Sunday, and he had another big duffle bag full of dirty laundry with him, too. 

Ever the planner and sewing buff, Lara had made up "Team Robbie" race paraphernalia: gimme caps and shirts. These were no cheap tee shirt shop silk screen specials -- they were nice caps with embroidered logos and near NFL quality stitched jerseys with an embroidered Team Robbie logo patch on the front and numbers and titles on the back. Mine had number 1 on the back and the name above it just said 'Robbie', but the others were symbolically intriguing. Suzanne's #2 said 'Trainer' which was true but also had Freudian implications for me; Lara was #3 and 'Event Planner', Nora was #5 'Academic Advisor', and Alley was #6 'Transportation Captain'. Millie was #4 and had wanted to be 'Fuck Toy', but she and Lara had reached a compromise with 'Groupie'. 

Jay had never met Millie before, and after introductions and the requisite hugs, kisses and other sendoff rituals with Nora, we finally piled into the two vehicles: Alley's Suburban took Jay and Millie, and then Lara and Suzanne urged me to ride in the Suburban, too, saying they "had some planning to discuss" and they piled into Lara's Mini Cooper and led off, with Nora waving goodbye from the curb in front of Jester Center. I dearly wished she was going along too. Alley pulled the big Suburban in behind the accelerating Baby Beamer and the caravan was on. I was in the front seat with Alley and Jay and Millie rode in the back seat: the third seat was folded down to allow for more cargo area in back. After we dropped Jay off in Waxahachie, Bigun Jackson was going to meet us at my parent's new house where we were all invited for lunch and dinner. My mother and grandmother insisted that we use our guest rooms and spend Saturday night at the new house, and they were excited about having guests. Suzanne had announced an official training rules 'abstinence policy' for the night before the race to conserve my energy, which would also allow my mother to keep up appearances. 

I was too wired to sleep, and I fondly remembered the last trip in this land yacht where I had the opportunity to listen at length to Nora's unsuppressed Suzie signals while she slept, and much to my delight had discovered her longings for me and Suzanne. I didn't need My Only Talent to discern Jay's interest in Millie; he was staring at her like a high school sophomore pining away for the hot senior cheerleader. She didn't seem to mind his attention, either. I feigned sleep, leaning my head against the window, and tried to tune into Millie's signals. 

The images in her 'black box' sexual event data recorder were fresh and vibrant, and I soon learned her reaction to last night's gang bang -- her first. I soon concluded it would also be her last. There had been rabid excitement and scores of orgasms, but there were also lingering fears of disease, disappointment, and scorn. She had just experienced one of her two recurring dreams of being absolutely the center of excitement and attention for many men and women, and having them take her all at once, and the excitement had been galvanic, but not as satisfying as she had hoped. She was not anxious to do it all over again: in fact, she was terrified that she had disappointed us or that we would all shun her. Maybe it was just the perversity of human expectations, like buyer's remorse, but suddenly the other dream of one faithful lover looked much more attractive. Her fear of disease was pervasive: intermingled with all the other feelings was a feeling of dread about future disease and infertility. The longer I listened, the sadder I became: remorseful was not a strong enough word to describe her feelings. But there was also a clear and pure Suzie signal, for Jay, that seemed all the more harmonious for its stark contrast to the other, darker signals. Also interesting was that even at the height of Millie's most intense sexual experience ever, there was no evil, cancerous tone like the Melanie Meltdown. 

I tried my best to shut down my receiver and leave Millie alone, but I could not miss Alley's signals so close by, and they told me that Bigun had some hot buttered lovin' coming north up the road towards him. Using the 130 toll road meant we were north of Georgetown in a flash, and then we made the obligatory shopping stop at Salado. Millie was suddenly fired up and embraced the distraction to stop thinking about her sexual future. Jay followed her around like a baby duck, while Alley dished her shopping secrets to all three girls, interspersed with tales of Sam Bass and other outlaws that hid out here in the past. The cargo area of the suburban easily absorbed all our purchases, and we got back on the road. Was it my imagination, or were Millie and Jay sitting a little closer together back there?

It didn't take long to arrive at those big ranch gates with the stylized W on top, and Jay's grandfather, John Jacobin "Cactus Jake" Warner, came out of the house to greet us, just behind the herd of younger siblings and dogs that was already running toward us. He stared at Millie in much some the way Jay had been doing. Perhaps there was some kind of genetic coding for attraction? Jay's mother and grandmother emerged from the house to give Millie, Lara, and Suzanne the same tour we had last time, and Cactus Jake, completely out of character, joined them. Jay hung back to talk to me.

"What's the deal with Millie?"

"She is a wonderful young lady. Let me tell you three things about Millie, Jay. She is wonderful, she likes you, and she is the marrying kind, but...."




My Only Talent Ch. 22



Chapter 22

Just Ask Dallas

Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. 

I was looking forward to my first official Marathon run, in my home town to boot. Suzanne had sent in my registration for the race and attested to a qualifying time to get me registered for the race, I had no clue how. Bigun had picked up our race packets for us yesterday, and Lara and Suzanne argued about attaching my number to my 'Team Robbie' jersey properly, but finally decided that the rules prevented that and they would just put the official race shirt on over my jersey. I needed the extra layer, anyway, because it was cold and windy this morning. Grandma served up a very early breakfast of bacon, sausage, and lots of buttermilk pancakes full of pecans: the best kind of 'carbo-loading' there is. Suzanne was enthusiastically downing them almost as fast as I was, and praising my Grandma's cooking skills in between bites. 

Finally she polished off her last helping, and looked at me funny. "By the way, Robbie, when we get back to Austin tonight we are invited to Strelsa and Günter's for dinner. I figured that should be relatively restful for you, after all your race exertions, without being too boring! Don't you think?" She put her tongue up on her upper lip and leered at me. Lara giggled and Suzanne tried to kick her under the table. Did Lara know about her plan?

Alley and Bigun showed up to accompany us to the starting point downtown, and Grandma insisted in sending Eldee along for security, giving her a leash to comply with the local law, even though that dog off leash was more reliable than any thousand other dogs on. Bigun, Lara and Millie would constitute my cheering section, and Jay would join them down there, although I assumed that all his attention would be on Millie, rather than me. Good call, buddy. I would rely on Suzanne for pacing and race tips and she had somehow already gerrymandered her starting group such that she assured me she would be able to join me right away, despite the staggered start. 

The rest of the drive down and final check in was kind of a blur, and suddenly I was doing my stretching and warm ups and waiting for the starting signal. Eldee stayed right on Lara's left at all times and sniffed and checkout out everything and everybody, but raised no alarms. Suzanne's group was starting just a few minutes behind mine, which was certainly a tribute to blatant sexism and ignorance, given our relative running capabilities. There was no danger of getting lost, especially for the first few miles, as the streets were lined with signs and spectators. Suddenly we were off. We left Main Street behind and went by a children's hospital that I knew Sapiento had made a big donation to. 

I had studied the route briefly and knew many of the major landmarks along it. It was basically a big loop from downtown, out to White Rock Lake, all the way around the lake, and then back downtown to finish at the Convention Center. When I was a little kid, we used to go to White Rock Lake for picnics and it seemed like a long drive to a whole 'nother country to me. It was cool for me to think that I could now run all the way from downtown, to the lake, and back. I was officially a big boy now, if I made it. Or maybe I was just too big for my britches? We had started out heading west, which confused me a little, but then we turned back east and north. 

As we passed by the Turtle Creek neighborhood, a very expensive area very close to downtown, I pointed out to Suzanne the direction of Lara's dad's house. There, condos were often $2M or more and most homes $4M or more, and some of the older homes were being torn down and 'gentrified' to $20M or more. When I was a little kid, we used to go to a hotel in an historic old house there for dinner on my mother's birthday or when my dad closed a big deal. Lara's house was pretty close to the old mansion, now renamed and even ritzier than ever, but Lara said that their house was really on the 'wrong side of the tracks' so that her dad could be walking distance from the heliport. We stayed on course for White Rock Lake. It was pretty windy, wasn't it?

We were getting very close to my old neighborhood and passed just a block from Alley's old house, and then we went by Greenville Avenue and began climbing a gradual rise, moving toward the north end of the lake. Suzanne said we just crossed the halfway point, and I felt pretty good. I suddenly remembered, or at least my cock remembered, what happened the last time I finished a long distance run. Down boy! Suzanne told me that marathoner's often have post-race rituals: they drink a certain beer, recite a favorite poem, or dance to a favorite song. I wondered if any did a ritual sexual submission to two very hot women. I bet they would if they could. Should I?

We passed around the east side of the lake going south and turned west and then rounded the lake again and north to get back on the route toward downtown, climbing another damnable hill. Suddenly we were surrounded by Dolly Parton impersonators. WTF? Was this some kind of message from fate to me that submitting again was going to turn me into a female impersonator? Didn't Dolly herself once enter a Dolly impersonator contest and lose? Did that mean I was losing myself by submitting? I was starting to get a little silly. I was not paying attention to the pace, relying on Suzanne, but it did not seem like that many people had passed us. I expected to see a lot of them pass me. There was a gaggle of maybe 100 runners strung out in front of us, and I had lost sight of the ones way out in front about the time Suzanne said we reached the halfway point. Was that good or bad? 

Finally we turned left again which meant we were headed west and back toward town. We went close to Lakewood, one of the two places where my dad forced me to learn to play golf, a required career skill, he said. I like tennis better, you see. Then I recognized Swiss Avenue, and then we could see the skyline clearly. Suddenly we were getting close to downtown, and I hit the wall. This was just like being on that treadmill at maximum tilt, except those buildings looked miles and miles away. Why was this happening so much sooner than when I did this distance in Austin? Maybe there actually was something badly wrong with my metabolism. I decided to treat it like Duke Knorr had told me to, don't worry if it hurts: just keep going until they tell you to stop. It hurt. Darth Vader began breathing for me, and Suzanne was saying something but I couldn't quite make it out. I was glad she was beside me, but it might be better if she was in front of me so I could just focus on her ass. Damn she has a nice ass. Someone started playing the tom-toms again, fast, and even louder than Darth Vader was breathing. I couldn't decide if my legs or my chest hurt worse. 

We turned left again and I think I saw a sign with a G. Gee! We crossed Main Street. Wasn't that close to where we started? There were some trees, and a bunch of people, and then, was that the convention center? Suzanne said something else, but the tom-toms completely drowned her out. A bunch of people were jumping and moving their mouths, but no sound came out. Some photo flashes went off, right in front of me. Should I stop? No! Keep going. Finally Suzanne was pulling on me, and everyone in front of me was stopping. I guess I shouldn't run them over. Did they hurt as much as I did? I just want to lie down, but Suzanne won't let me. She's shaking me! Trying to make me your little bitch, huh, bitch? Not me, baby, I won that tennis match, not you! Wait a minute, wrong girl. Which girl is the right girl? Who do I thrust, or ah, trust? Whom?

There was some skinny Russian looking idiot up on a platform. He looked a lot like Pavel! Where's my racket? There were two other guys up there with him, but they didn't look like Russians or caterers. They were skinny black guys waving little red, black and green flags. Suddenly someone was talking loud enough for me to hear them. "Keep walking Robbie, don't stop yet!" Suzanne handed me something.

"Drink this!" I would if I could get it up to my mouth. She helped me. Boy, was that ever good! More please?

Oh! They did have another one. That Gatorade stuff is the bomb. Some of that jelly in the little envelopes again. Why do they never have any damn toast? Wow, I am feeling better already. My ears popped and suddenly hundreds of people were talking all around me. Wow. Look at Suzanne. She is really sweaty, her hair is a mess and she looks totally wrung out. I have never seen her that raggedy looking.

"Are you okay Suzanne?"

"Yes, my animal, and so are you! Two Forty Nine Robbie! Two Forty Fucking Nine!"

"That's my best time ever, isn't it, Suzanne!" I smiled a stupid grin. I knew it was a stupid comment, but that didn't stop me from saying it. I seemed to remember that three hours was pretty okay. 

She laughed. "Mine too, Robbie, mine too! I think it was those pecan pancakes that did it for me!"

There's Lara with Eldee, and Millie, Alley, Bigun, and even Jay Kincaid. Now I was feeling a lot better. Suzanne took me over to a little tent with some big video monitors, and keyed in our race numbers, and I saw photos of us crossing the finish line. We both looked pretty rough, but Suzanne was smiling VBG style. I looked drunk. There were some other monitors showing crowd photos, not the runners. Lara, Millie, and Alley seemed to be overrepresented, along with several other hotties, and there were several cute pictures of Lara with Eldee. Millie hugged me, gave me congratulations, and said that she and Jay were going to lunch with Jay's folks at the Adolphus and would meet us at Lara's dad's house a little later for the trip back to Austin, winking at Lara and Suzanne. 

I suddenly felt pretty damn good, and pretty damn horny, too. Somebody handed me a breakfast taco. Not bad for only two bites. Hey, with just Lara and Suzanne there, maybe I should take a chance and see what they had cooked up for me, if I turned things over them? Will they make me dress up like Dolly? I don't think I would like that. We watched some more people finishing, lots of people coming in behind us. That was kinda cool! When we got back to the car, Lara drove with Suzanne in the front seat and Eldee and I crowded into the tiny back seat. I got my phone out of my duffel bag to enter the race into my exercise diary. I put in 26.2 miles and then it asked me my weight and time, and I proudly enter entered 175 pounds and 2:49 and it computed to over 3,000 calories! I guess I could have dessert tonight. 

Lara's dad's place made even Alleys' folk's ostentatious new estate seem like a restroom at a truck stop. It was on more acreage than our place in Prosperous, even though it was practically downtown, with a house that was at least 20,000 square feet. I figure if this was the wrong side of the tracks, it means her dad probably owns both sides. It had two tennis courts, one of clay; and one composition. I could get used to this. Lara stopped at the guard shack, which was apparently manned 24/7, and checked us in. She drove on around the circular driveway and hit a button on the Mini Cooper dash and a big garage door opened, letting us in to a garage that had six other cars in it, and room for several more. We went up the garage stairs to a big hall that seemed to serve the same purpose as our new mudroom in Prosperous, only was about six times as large. There was already a dish of water out for Eldee, and she immediately took advantage of it, then curled up on the tile floor and watched us carefully. 

Lara totally took charge. "OK you two, first a shower and then we have steaks, baked potatoes and a fruit salad for both of you." She marched us into a huge shower just off the mudroom and proceeded to strip both of us, Suzanne first. Eldee checked out the room, decided that there was only one entranceway between this bathroom and the rest of the house, and promptly platzed herself right across it, ever watchful. Before Suzanne could get in the shower, Lara grabbed her, and said "Suzanne, haven't you ever heard that the even the sweetest meat tastes better with a little salt?" and then she laughed, not a giggle, but a lecherous rattle. 

Suzanne put her tongue up on her upper lip, leered at me, and said "I think I have heard that somewhere before!" These two girls did talk about everything, didn't they? Everything?

Lara proceeded to kiss every square millimeter of Suzanne's very funky and buff little body, and I envied her the task. Suzanne cooed and giggled, and finally put one leg up on a little stone shelf to allow Lara full access to her pussy. Lara smacked her lips and Suzanne sneezed explosively. Lara spanked her butt and said "Off to the shower with you, young lady."

Lara kneeled in front of me, never taking her eyes from mine. "You are truly fetid, Master! But I will accept my punishment, by serving your stinky cock like a good slave should." She held my gaze and began to lick everything but my now aching cock, sending it into obsidian like hardness and making me want to beg for her to touch it. What a tease she was! Every little motion was calculated to enflame me and prolong my agony. I looked up and saw Suzanne peeking around the corner of the shower, her nipples hard and covered with goose bumps, her entire body covered with little drops of water. She watched with big eyes, her tongue up on her upper lip, and her hand between her legs, and I realized that I had never been so excited in my life. 

Finally Lara began to tentatively lick my dick with little butterfly kisses, and Suzanne sighed loudly. After what seemed like an eternity, her flaming blue eyes never leaving mine, Lara suddenly engulfed and devoured me. I was unable to resist, and suddenly my knees were weak and my blood pressure dropped, and I held her head to steady myself and pumped my essence into her. Lara hummed, and Suzanne, from about ten feet away, groaned. Lara sucked it out of me like she owned it, and she did. I stood for a minute to catch my breath and then she took my hand and led me into the shower, shedding her clothes as we went.

Soap is a wonderful thing, and washing these two women was surely its highest and best use. Suzanne and I were both suddenly desperate to please our wonderful Lara, and we finally hit on something she liked just fine. She was bent over at the waist with one leg up on one of those little shower shelves, with my cock in her pussy, my hands gripping her wonderful ass to steady my aim. Suzanne was kneeling down underneath her and licking us both, but mostly Lara's golden curls and hardening clit. I could feel Lara quivering, and knew that her Suzie was just about to spike. Suddenly she drew in a big breath and said "Oh yeah, just like that, right there!" and then shook with big orgasm, gripping my cock and squirting a little. Suzanne made a loud sucking sound like she was slurping a milkshake through a straw, but I would prefer what she was having to any milkshake, even in my immediately post-race and very hungry state. 

Suzanne switched her tongue's emphasis to my cock and said "Hurry up and come in her Robbie, I'm hungry!"

Lara said "Oh, I suppose that would be okay" and then her perfect pussy began milking my cock like a pink steel vise. No one could resist that, and I didn't want to anyway. It hadn't been that long since Lara had finished me off with her mouth, but it did not take long for her powerful pussy to do it to me the second time. I made the hottest and deepest delivery I could, but then that pesky Suzanne did her level best to remove some of my best work. Lara grabbed Suzanne's head and said "Oh yes baby that's it!" and then came one more time. I sat on the little shower bench in awe of the two of them.

One more quick rinse and we dried each other off, put on some jeans and shirts, and headed for the kitchen, if you could call it that. It was the about the size of a medium ESU lecture hall, and had two of everything: two sinks, two dishwashers, two giant and perfectly restored vintage Viking commercial gas stoves, two convection ovens, two microwave ovens, two refrigerators, two freezers, two big island workspaces and two giant walk in pantries, one a 'butler's pantry' that connected to any equally huge formal dining room. Eldee sniffed around and found a spot near the door to lie down in, and Lara touched off the microwave ovens that hummed in concert as she pulled a big fruit salad out of the nearest fridge. When the oven timers beeped, Lara served up two picture perfect post-race meals for her hungry, clean, and recently very satisfied lovers and a small portion of cut up steak for Eldee. We all chowed down contentedly for a while. 

The Eldee gave out two quick and not so loud barks, which meant 'someone is coming, but no threat detected' and a few seconds later the guard manning the gate called with notice that Alley, Jay, Millie, and Bigun had arrived, in two vehicles: Alley's roughed up but highly functional Suburban, and her Dad's gleaming white Bentley. The Bentley, at least, looked perfectly at home in the circle drive outside this house. The new arrivals streamed in though the front door, and there were hugs and congratulations all around. 

Lara, as hostess, took the lead in greeting everyone, and I took the opportunity to give Suzanne a hug. "If we had more time, beautiful, I might have let you two take me on another little magic carpet ride."

She smiled a smile with a funny little tilt to it. "We couldn't do it here, Robbie. We do have a plan, you know. We will have to have some notice and make some preparations, so it will have to be in Austin. But are you sure you are ready for some new and challenging experiences?" 

"No. I am not sure I want to submit to anyone, anytime. But you and Lara are the only ones I would ever consider it with. I did get really excited, but I am still not sure it is a good idea."

She smiled. "We promise not to shoot you up with heroin, Robbie. But I also promise we will give you some very exciting experiences you never had before!" I heard a funny little Suzie overtone that I had never heard from her before.

.....

Suzanne felt no need at this point to tell Robbie that if he accepted their offer again, he might soon find himself on his knees, with his hands bound behind him and a little yellow leather hood on his head, eating some strange pussy and ass, and doing it with an audience, and that was just the next step. Therefore she also could also not promise that he wouldn't get 'shot up' with a few other 'something's' later on in their planned progression, either. Robbie thought he was having his wild college days before he settled down, but he might need her help to make sure they were wild enough. After all, what was good for the Gander should be good for the Goose, hum?

.....

A few minutes later we were all packing up for the return to Austin. Jay's folks were already on the way back to Waxahachie, Alley's folks had taken the Ferrari back home to Prosperous after their lunch, and Bigun was going to drive the Bentley back to Prosperous and reclaim his truck. Eldee was going to ride back with Bigun, her first time in a Bentley as far as I knew. The Bentley should be honored. Alley gave Bigun a final lingering kiss, and we headed out. Alley drove the Suburban, with Jay and Millie joining her, and Lara drove the Baby Beamer with Suzanne up front with her and me lolling in the back seat. 

I had plans for a serious conversation with both girls about our relationship going forward. But the road noise, room to spread out, and my two recent orgasms and marathon-depleted energy reserves conspired to send me off to sleep before we even got south of Interstate 20. I had a phantasmagoric dream that might best be described as 'Robbie-Locks and the Four Girls', wherein I appeared with ridiculous long blonde hair, perhaps inspired by the sight of all those Dolly Parton impersonators on the race route and/or my personal and sexual insecurity issues. 




My Only Talent Ch. 22



I was standing at an altar, next to a preacher that looked suspiciously like Professor Lillehammer, who was saying "You have to choose one, Mr. Roberts!" One of the 'Four Girls' had long dark hair and appeared with a black bullwhip, calling me her worm, and yelling at me to kiss her feet, while two lovely woman kissed her breasts and she was simultaneously being double penetrated by two body builder types with huge cocks, shoving one in her ass and the other in her pussy. Another girl had short black hair, and was on servicing a line of 40 or so guys waiting to fuck her. A third girl, a beautiful vision dressed in white and with platinum hair, floated above it all, saying "Even if I decide to marry you I may not choose to have sex with you". Finally, a fourth girl, a big blonde, stood right behind me, constantly whispering in my ear "I love you Robbie!" I suppose they could be bin sorted as too domineering, too hot, too cold, and just right, but I thought the whole point of college was to have some wild times and not have to choose right now!

Apparently I tossed and turned and slept all the way though the trip back to Austin, not really getting any rest nor resolving any of my dilemmas. Suddenly the Mini Cooper was in Lara's parking space below her high rise, with Suzanne's nondescript Dodge parked next to it. Suzanne was shaking me while Lara packed up stuff to carry upstairs.

"Wake up, Robbie. It's time for the two of us to go to supper at Strelsa and Günter's. The walk will be good for us." 

Lara said she had to study, but she certainly hoped we had a stimulating evening ahead of us, with emphasis and air quotes on the word 'head', and Suzanne tried to kick her again.

Supper sounded good. I was hungry, again. Their place was only a few blocks south of Lara's, just north of the river. On the walk there, Suzanne strutted, her Suzie radiating a little marathon best time ever pride with some domination dance thrown in. I suppose there was some advantage to being as wiped out as I was, because when we got there Günter looked very, very nervous, and I realized that I had been too tired to think about it much. For that matter, Strelsa looked a little nervous herself. Suzanne did not. In fact, she looked like the cat that knew it was about to eat the canary. Strelsa puttered about the kitchen while we all made small talk, comparing final exam schedules and workloads perfunctorily. 

Ever the freshman, I had not realized it when I made up my schedule, but the times for final exams were based on when the class was scheduled. Kevin had explained it to me after being schooled by the frat house slackers on the top techniques to maximize free time. One of his buddies, who was from Colorado and wanted to leave early to go skiing as soon as possible, had selected his classes strictly on the basis of the earliest possible final exam dates and times and thus a departure date for him, putting aside all those frivolous considerations like required classes, pre-requisites, and teaching effectiveness surveys. I suspected that given my degree plan, I would have very few choices, and consider myself lucky just to get any section of any class I needed in the semester that I needed it.

Strelsa served up another eye appealing and tasty but relatively insubstantial cheese dusted salad that was barely an appetizer and just made me realize how hungry I really was. The main course was lamb. This seemed appropriate as Strelsa was about to be staked out for Suzanne the she-wolf. Given the way Suzanne had just publicly dominated Lou Baby at ZZZ, I was a expecting her to crush poor Strelsa. But it did not turn out like that. Not at all.

Stresla served our plates and graciously accepted our complements. The lamb was just about perfect, and there was enough of it, too, plus potatoes, asparagus, and some sourdough rolls. I was starting to feel pretty good, but still tired enough to just sit back and watch the show that was about to unfold. We all cleared our own plates and put them in the sink, and Strelsa offered dessert; Suzanne touched her arm and said "That's just what I was thinking."

Strelsa drew in a whistling breath between her slightly gapped front teeth, and we walked into their living room. Günter drew the curtains, ensuring that no neighbors could peek in. Suzanne maneuvered for position and we ended up with Günter and I sitting on the two arm chairs flanking either end of the sofa, and she and Strelsa together in the middle on the sofa. The conversation continued, and Suzanne casually slipped her hand up onto the back of the couch and lightly touched Strelsa's shoulder again. I began to feel like I was a chaperone watching an attempted petting session at an eighth grade party, but it was much more than that. 

They were talking very softly and looking right at each other, and I realized I really didn't care what they were talking about, and it really didn't matter. They were looking in each other's eyes and Günter and I might as well not have been in the room. I looked over at Günter and his eyes were glued to the two of them like he was watching a UFO land in his living room. The two women moved a little closer together, their shoulders now almost touching like they were riding together in a small car. They began to lean further toward each other, and somehow as they talked they seemed to speak more slowly and leave their mouths open at the end of each phrase. Strelsa laughed, and Suzanne looked at her and then stopped all motion, putting her tongue up on her upper lip and looking directly into Strelsa's eyes. Did that look have the same effect on Strelsa as it did on me? The Suzie signals surprised me: Suzanne's recent domination radiation was much less, and there was desire and tenderness. Strelsa, in complete opposition to my expectations, was excited and anxious to get on with it.

Suzanne moved her arm down directly onto Strelsa's shoulder and squeezed it gently but unmistakably: it was a caress. Strelsa dropped her eyes, but then looked back up at Suzanne and smiled. Suzanne slipped her fingers inside Strelsa's loose fitting blouse, and repeated the same caress, but with fingers on bare skin. An involuntary sigh escaped from Günter: I was too short of breath to even sigh. 

Suzanne's fingers began a slow, kneading motion, and Strelsa turned to face her more directly. She dipped her head and then looked up at Suzanne, who slowly moved her fingers toward Strelsa's neck, then moved them back to her shoulders, and then repeated the motion, gradually expanding the area she was touching. Strelsa smiled. Suzanne reached up with her other hand, and undid the first button on the front of Strelsa's blouse. Günter groaned. I finally exhaled. 

They almost looked like opposite colored dolls: Strelsa was white blond, pale, with very pale blue eyes. Suzanne was dark haired, olive-skinned and her eyes were a very dark chocolate brown. They were each healthy, athletic, and smart. Strelsa was a little taller, her arms and legs were a little longer, her face a little plainer. Suzanne was a little older, her breasts a little larger, her eyes a little bigger, her lips a little fuller, and right now her hands much more active. She was sitting on Strelsa's left and using her right hand to gently touch from the lobe of Strelsa's left ear all the way to the outside of her left shoulder and then back again. When Suzanne stopped for an instant, Strelsa moved her shoulder up toward the hand, like a dog trying to get its owner to keep petting it. 

Suzanne smiled, and undid another button on Strelsa's blouse. She then moved her hand around to the opposite side of Strelsa's neck and pulled her gently towards her. She stopped well short of pulling their faces together, and then leaned down and kissed Strelsa on the shoulder, where her fingers and previously been. Strelsa sighed, and then leaned her head to the right, offering Suzanne more neck to kiss. Suzanne did, simultaneously opening the rest of the buttons. Günter shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. The girls did not notice.

As an eager student of seduction, I wondered about Suzanne's next move. Would she go for the kiss on the lips, try to slip the blouse off now that it was unbuttoned, or kiss the neck some more? It was none of the above. She gently took Strelsa's left ear lobe in her teeth and bit it. Strelsa shivered, her blouse slipped down, and I realized that she had no bra on. Suzanne moved her right hand over and across Strelsa's body and slipped the blouse down some more, exposing the right breast. A shock ran through me: I think I made a noise but they didn't seem to notice. Strelsa had the hardest, most spectacularly erect nipples that I had ever seen. It didn't matter how big her breasts were, it could take you years just to appreciate how wonderful those nipples were. I wanted to start my study right away, but I knew I would have to wait a while.

Suzanne would not have to wait. She slipped the other side of that blouse down and began gently touching all around those amazing nipples, using the back of her fingers to explore the breast without ever actually touching the nipple itself. She kissed the tops of Strelsa's shoulders, and then the tops of her breasts, leaving the nipples still untouched. Strelsa groaned at the same time Günter did. More patient than any man would have been, Suzanne continued to work the breasts, shoulders, neck and face, waiting placidly until Strelsa took the initiative and kissed her right on the lips. It was a slow progression, but soon Suzanne was kissing everything above Strelsa's waist, and Strelsa was beginning to murmur softly. 

Their kisses got more and more active, and suddenly Suzanne pushed Strelsa gently back away from her and against the back of the couch. I wondered how she would get those little panties off. She fooled me again. She left them on, and began to gently touch Strelsa through them. A trail of kisses led toward Strelsa's navel, and then Suzanne hovered her mouth over the panties, and when Strelsa pushed her hips up to try to meet Suzanne's mouth, she then continued down to gently kiss the bare thighs below the panties. The Suzie signal environment continued to amaze me. Strelsa was growing increasingly impatient, her Suzie sounding like Janet's did when I first realized that it was saying 'just shut up and work on me', but Suzanne was sending tenderness, patience, and a strong desire to please. I certainly didn't see that coming. 

Strelsa pushed down with her feet and up with her thighs, lifting her butt off the couch and using one hand to slip her panties off. Another surprise, she was once again a fascinating partial mirror image of Suzanne: a wonderfully trimmed little white blond landing strip highlighting some puffy pink pussy lips, glistening in the light from the lamps on either side of the sofa. It took my breath away, and redirected my circulation dramatically. Strelsa stretched and opened her legs so far I wondered if she might dislocate a hip. Suddenly the thin blond Austrian exchange student who had so shyly walked the halls of my high school during junior year like a perfect pale sugar cookie that would never leave its wrapper, much less get eaten, was writhing naked on her couch, impatient to have one of my two incredibly hot college girlfriends go down on her, and filling the room with a wonderful smell like some kind of exotic European sushi, while her husband and I watched slack jawed. It made me want to bust out with a few stanzas of 'Texas, Our Texas' but with my singing voice that would constitute sadism. What starts here changes the world!

Suzanne continued to patiently kiss Strelsa's thighs, and Strelsa began to murmur something like "bitte jetzt" over and over. Her nipples looked like delicious rock candy just crystallizing out of pink sugar water, so hard they were almost ready to crack. Finally Strelsa said "teraz" and "lizac" and grabbed the back of Suzanne's head and pulled it towards her crotch. 

Surprisingly, Suzanne did not resist. Her Suzie sang more and more excitement as she tenderly began tonguing Strelsa. For her part, Strelsa was sending crazed excitement and wild surprise at how incredibly turned on she was feeling. Suzanne was very systematic and thorough, but she was feeling the heat, too, as I detected her wonderful smell in the air. Günter did to, and he began to breathe deeply like a diver that had just come up for air. Suzanne pressed forward and Strelsa began breathing much faster and shaking a bit. A low moan passed her lips, which morphed to a growl and then a guttural groan, and I felt Strelsa's orgasm as a Suzie blast hitting me like firecracker going off. Suzanne hummed just like she sometimes did when I came in her mouth, paused for a moment, and then went back to work, slowly, tenderly.

After two more fragrant little eruptions, Suzanne's mouth worked her way back up to Strelsa's, and they had one of those deep kisses that lasted a very long time. Günter let out a breath like he had been holding it forever and said 'verdammen' softly. Suzanne broke the kiss, pushed away gently, and leaned back against the arm of the couch on her side, giving Strelsa a very direct and smoky look that said 'your turn'. Strelsa wasted no time moving toward her, and her Suzie was singing urgency and lust. Suzanne looked up at Günter. I thought she would give him one of those dominatrix looks that said 'I have conquered your wife' but instead she looked surprised and apprehensive. Suzanne turned and looked at me next, and she looked almost like a scared little girl. What is going on? Then Strelsa's lips closed on Suzanne's nipples and she closed her eyes and arched her neck. 

Suzanne slid her butt down to the edge of the couch, and put her knees up high, brazenly offering her pussy to Strelsa, who continued her patient progression around Suzanne's breasts and down toward her waist. When Strelsa finally found her target, Suzanne's eyes snapped open in surprise and she looked right at me. I wondered if Strelsa was just as amazed as I had been with how magical Suzanne's little snatch was. I believed that was Strelsa's first taste of pussy, and she was sure starting with the best. She seemed to be treating it very well, too, and Suzanne's eyes rolled up in her head and she began to moan. The two Suzie signals harmonized, not beating at almost the same frequency like Lara and Suzanne did, but staying an octave apart, harmonizing and syncopating. I had tuned in Suzanne's Suzie signal and used it to plot my tongue's path to making her come many times, and I knew her tendencies, and it seemed to me that little Strelsa was a natural. She had no Suzie receiver, but she had instincts, and she was about to launch dusky sweet Suzanne on a little rocket ride.

There was a groan, and a sneeze, and then in rapid succession there were two more quick sneezes. I looked up at Günter: the sneezing when Suzanne came had surprised him. Strelsa too: she pulled her head up to look, and Suzanne smiled at her, then touched her head and urged it back down. That seemed a little more in character for her. Strelsa lost herself in it again, and seem to acquiesce as Suzanne crawled up on the couch toward her. I knew what was coming, so to speak, and sure enough, Strelsa soon found her face trapped between those lovely but hard olive thighs, and being fucked by those grinding pussy lips! Strelsa reacted just like I did; she rolled up her stiff tongue and thrust forward with her neck muscles to meet Suzanne's motions, doing her best to maximize her stimulation of Suzanne. Another wave of that wonderful aroma filled the room, and another sneeze.

I looked over at Günter. He looked like someone had hooked up a big bicycle pump to him and seriously overfilled his inner tube. He was pumped up, red faced; breathing hard and looking wildly about with crazed and dilated eyes. Did they use steroids on women's rowing teams? Did Günter have access to them? Suzanne surprisingly now had that same wild look: and her Suzie telegraphed over excited and under satisfied. No relief for the wicked?

Strelsa sat up with her version of a shit eating grin on her face. Or maybe I should say pussy eating grin: she tried it, she liked it, and she cleaned her plate. She and Suzanne shared another long and languid kiss, smiled warmly, and then began to help each other find their under things and put them back on. Somehow that was just as sexy as the buildup to the whole thing. 

And then it just seemed like just another after dinner evening, except for the crazy smells and pheromones still hanging in the air. There were polite thanks, a couple of hugs, and a polite handshake, and then suddenly Suzanne and I were standing just outside of the apartment door, looking at each other funny. Just on the other sides of the door, some guttural German sounding words were heard, and then something slammed into the other side of the door, presumably Strelsa's body. Something then pushed on the door, several times, and Suzanne covered her mouth to suppress a giggle. Then we heard a progression of sounds that sounded like the singer on one of my roommate Kevin's Rammstein mp3's. On crack. 

Kevin would sometimes 'Go German' on nights when he did not have a date: buy a six pack of some kind of German beer, and slam all six in a row while singing along drunkenly to Rammstein songs like 'Rosenrot' and literally banging his head against the wall. I suppose it was no more unlikely than him having the initials 'KKK'. He said it was a throwback to junior high, when he and his buddies would 'get all Medieval' in his East Hampton garage. Right now, Günter was apparently 'getting all Medieval' on Strelsa, but not like any Renaissance Fair I had ever heard of. I hoped she liked it. 

As we made our way down to the street, Suzanne was surprisingly subdued, and actually took my hand as we left the elevator. I waited for her talk, usually the best option.

"Robbie? Will you take me back to your dorm for a while?" Her Suzie carrier was suddenly vividly modulated with images recalling her last visit, where she said she enjoyed 'being fucked like an animal', and I certainly enjoyed making that happen for her. With swelling pride at Suzanne's growing need for penetration and her truly inspired choice of me to help her out, some practical considerations soon occurred to me. How late was Kevin pulling study hall at ZZZ? Text messaging sometimes comes in handy.

ROBBIE: how late at ZZZ? On my way to dorm room with company. KEVIN: here until at least midnight but would come back to watch Suze :) ROBBIE: Lou is invited to watch but you are not. KEVIN:!!!(*^(*&))(@)@&%!!!

We got into the dorm elevator, which at this hour predictably reeked with the smell of warm beer and stale cheap delivery pizza. Suzanne's Suzie signal filled the elevator, inspired by the olfactory memory triggers I supposed, and her breathing accelerated. There were three other guys in the elevator, and I recognized them and knew they were going on up to 12 after we got off, that is if they weren't still hypnotized by looking at my date, which they plainly were now. Totally out of character, Suzanne smiled at them instead of ignoring them, and then put her hand behind me and in my pants, under my underwear, and down between my ass cheeks.

Well, it was nice to be wanted, and I did promise to be her meat puppet, didn't I? We exited the elevator at my floor, and made our way down the hallway to my room. As soon as the door was closed, Suzanne put her lips to my ear. 

"I need you Robbie. I need your cock!"

That was certainly straight up: at least she wasn't spinning it any, and my cock was definitely ready, willing, and able. This is what I really wanted, too. I remembered the last time I took her just the way I wanted here in my dorm room. I felt fantastic, on top, and in control, and she came better and more than she ever had in her life. Something clicked for me, and I remembered my father saying to use my talent 'to find girls that want what you want' and they would 'get you higher and make you happier than anything else' and it all made sense now. It was simple, not complicated. What I wanted right now was to fuck Suzanne like the hot rutting bitch she was, and if she didn't love it I could find someone who did. For that matter I already had one wonderful woman who did, and several promising candidates waiting in the wings.




My Only Talent Ch. 22



Forget about all these hypothetical scenarios and play acting and plans for submission and monotonic progression and perfectly designed wild college days. I felt like fucking the holy shit out of her and coming in her mouth! Then I would decide what I wanted to do next, and do that too. I almost tore her clothes off and threw her on her back on the bed, right on my ESU logo blanket. I could smell her pussy as it filled the room with its hot perfume. I dropped my pants and put my legs inside of hers and pushed them open, and entered her with one hard thrust. That's what I wanted. Her Suzie sang through my head. It just felt right. Let's see how it feels when I just take what I want. I tuned into her Suzie and used it to detect just how hard I could fuck her without freaking her out. Turns out I needn't have worried.

I pounded her, and she rolled her hips up to get more. I used my weight on her pubic bone like she did when she fucked my face, and she came in an explosion, even before her Suzie seemed to peak. I bucked and twisted to put even more force on her. She bit my shoulder and came again. I found a rhythm that stimulated her and left me in John Henry mode, and she came again. Now I wanted to come in her mouth, but my cock wasn't ready to. I shifted and pulled her legs up double, putting her ankles up beside her neck, and slammed down on her from as high up as I could. She pushed her legs up and they slid along me so that so that now her knees were up over my shoulders, and I was really worried about hurting her. But Suzie said fuck on, baby, and I did. She came again and screamed in my ear. Suddenly I was ready to come. 

I jumped up, grabbed her head and fucked her mouth, shooting just as she closed her lips around my cock. "Take it all Suzanne!" She did, no hesitation, and then did her little lung trick and I stayed hard. I might not have even needed it. I turned her over and put my hands on her thighs, slammed into her pussy doggie style and just plain used her like a whore. She loved it and so did I. I turned her a little and pounded her face into the little wall mounted cushion. Taste it, bitch! She bit it, screamed through her closed teeth, and came again. I was in another world. Something had set me free. One more frantic sequence and I pushed into her as far as I could and drove my ejaculation into her. This was what it should be like.

I was spent and just lay on top of her, trying to catch my breath. She clawed for air too and made noises like a baby with the croup. I laughed. Finally I rolled off and grabbed her around the neck, trapping her in the crook of my elbow like the choke hold one of the football coaches had taught us when he was subbing for our sick tennis coach and it rained too hard to play tennis. I didn't choke her out, but I wanted her to know that I could. I kissed her neck. "You're a pretty hot little fuck, Suzanne!"

"Damn you Robbie! Why haven't you done me like that before?"

"I'm just now figuring out what I really want from you, and I decided to just take it!"

She just gasped for breath for quite a while, until I actually got worried about her silence. But once she got her wind, she wouldn't shut up.

"Robbie, I have a theory. A marathon, a car ride , a little up close and personal lesbian show to whet your appetite, followed by pizza and beer smell, and then the feel of an ESU logo blanket. That's the ticket, baby. I don't know if it's the effect on you, on me, or both, but I have never even dreamed of coming like that. It was much better than last time we were here. Let's do this on our next date, hon."

I started to reply, but I was not quite quick enough.

"You can't tell me the little scene with Strelsa didn't turn you on, Robbie, because I know it did, you animal. I thought Günter was going to stroke out."

"It turned you on more than me, Suzanne. You wanted to dominate her, but you responded so strongly to her tenderness that it scared you a little, didn't it? And being with her got you really hot, and you had a couple of nice little polite practice orgasms, too, but what you really needed to put out the fire was some plain old straight hard fucking, and you were fortunate enough to find me in the mood to give it to you! I have a theory too. You need lots of good hard fucking and I am the best guy in the world to give it to you! You should remember that and treat me accordingly."

She sputtered a bit. "I am not going to agree to that just on general principle, Robbie."

"You can stand on principle all you want, Suzanne, but if you want to get your sweet little candy ass laid the way you really need it, you know who you need to see for that, don't you baby?"

"Damn you Robbie!"

"Ain't love just grand, honey? I love you and I love fucking you like a snake, and you love it even more than I do!"

"God damn you Robbie!"

"Do you want to run Wednesday, beautiful? I should be finished with my exam before noon, and I don't have one that afternoon."

"Yes. Damn it!"

"You'll get used to it, my love! The way to get what you need is to give me what I need. Or just stand there and be beautiful. I'll take it when I want it!" She stuck out her tongue at me. I sucked it into my mouth and almost swallowed it. 

.....

Monday morning I was up early, despite my late night exertions, and was surprised to find Kevin up and joining me for breakfast. Given no classes or exams for the next two days, we were almost alone in the dining hall. Most people were sleeping in.

"What's up Roomie? Why are you up so early?"

"I quit drinking and smoking weed after that party Friday night! Nothing at all since then. I feel better already, and Lou has noticed that I get harder and last longer. I have had to: she has been an insatiable animal since then. She practically raped me when I took her home, and she has been stuck on me like superglue since then. It's wonderful!"

"I'm glad to see that Suzanne's little dance routine had a positive effect for somebody else, too. I was afraid she was going to sit on Lou's face right there at the ZZZ house."

"I think Lou was afraid she wouldn't. Maybe she still is. All I have to do is whisper Suzanne's name in her ear and she gets wet. I have been taking advantage of that. Also, the tale of that little dance routine has spread through the Greek gossip grapevine like wildfire. My rep has improved 100 fold, and yours is now going nuclear!"

"How does that work?"

"Well, right in the front row Friday night and witnessing it up close and personal was Rebecca Renaldus Rossiter, the president of the Booty's, Beta Omicron Theta, the most prestigious and high minded sorority on any campus. The normally reserved Rebecca said that dance was so hot that she was going to have to take a cold shower. I overheard one of her girlfriends tell her that two male freshman roommates from Jester were dating those two hot women, and she said 'those two fellows must really have it goin' on!' Then another girl told her that one of the two guys was a ZZZ pledge named Kevin, and the other was the guy they called Master, the one who brought both that super top bitch she had just seen dominate Lou, plus Lara, the Amazon Ice Queen, to a UDP party on leashes!"

"So that and a dollar will buy me what?"

He laughed. "She immediately turned to her fiancé, the President of Sigma Nu, and said 'that's the kind of guys you should be rushing, not another bunch of fat, pale, videogame addicted, pot smoking losers like your latest pledge class!' The discussion then turned to what frat you might happen to be in, and one of the other girls, a Bi Phi, said that you were independent, but hung out with ZZZ and with the UDPs, and that you had also been one of the only students invited to the 'Addicted to Austin' party, and certainly the only freshman. She then dared her boyfriend to get you to pledge Sigma Nu, so they could 'earn some respect' from the high end sororities. That is usually their code word for blowjobs from pledge girls."

I do not fully understand the Greek mindset, but it did remind me of the clique system in junior high, only on steroids and with more alcohol and better drugs mixed in. But it did sound like it might result more notoriety for me, but not necessarily the good kind. 

"What I'm telling you, Robbie, is that you are going to get the full court press for Spring Rush. Theo Cadwallader and the Phi Iota Gammas are not going to let Sigma Nu get you without a fight, and every other frat will want you to pledge, too even though most of them don't even know about your babe spotting ability. My prez told me to get you to pledge, and to offer no dues, no hazing at all, plus you don't have to convert, either!"

"Well, you can tell him that ZZZ is the only Jewish frat I will consider, and I still value and want to keep my 'unofficial member' status with you guys no matter what. I am not sure I want to be in any frat, but if I did, it would probably be UDT."

"Just get ready for Spring Rush, buddy. You are going to get invited to more parties and mixers than you ever heard of, and you are going to get offered more perks and house girls than you ever dreamed."

"What's a house girl?"

"That' something UDT doesn't have, either. It's a girl, usually not in a sorority, that hangs out at the frat house all the time and dates one of the members or several of them. They range from just pretty loose party chicks to all out nymphomaniacs and they liven up all the parties and during rush they often have a sex with the new pledges as soon as they commit to pledge the frat. It is an incentive they offer to get guys 'over the hump' so to speak and into the pledge class. Just like in football recruiting. Haven't you heard the saying 'Pussy is Undefeated' or watched any of those 'Nebraska Coed' videos?"

I had heard that before, every year on National Signing Day. "When does this Spring Rush take place?"

"It's the week before classes begin, coinciding with Orientation for the students starting at the University in the spring semester instead of the fall. You'll get a mailing asking you to sign up, and invitations to parties. You can check into the dorm early if you sign up for Spring Rush."

I didn't know about joining a frat, even UDP, but getting here a few days early next semester to pounce on Nora as soon as she got back, and/or hang out with Suzanne and Lara, might not be a bad idea. I checked the dorm web site for the check out procedure after finals, and found a little box for 'spring rush' that I had not seen before. I clicked it and was soon offered the option to sign up with one click, and I did, the charge for the extra dorm days was seamlessly added to my regular dorm bill that was mailed to my 'permanent' address in Prosperous. I still had to hope that the return date from the mysterious second business trip with Barry Fermy was not a conflict. Kevin was also hoping his newly sober state would improve his scores on his finals, above the low C but still passing average he had now. I wished him luck and he headed for the study hall sessions at ZZZ. Maybe his unaided recall would improve with a substantially lower BAC and less THC in his bloodstream. Stranger things have happened. 

I found an empty classroom, and did my 'teach to a new freshman class' routine, and discovered that I pretty much had it together in all my classes with finals. I guess keeping up every day, doing all the homework, and never missing a class actually helped. Thanks Dad. I went over all the relevant old exams until early lunch, and then made my way to the dining hall. I was looking forward to running with Suzanne on Wednesday, and perhaps hearing her sputter in protest to the new tack our relationship was taking, but we had previously decided to not run together today -- she had a lunch meeting with the professor and other TAs for his class, and my post race plan had me doing only 3 miles today, and I could do those after lunch, not before. Apparently a lot of people were sleeping in all the way through breakfast and lunch, as the place was still almost deserted. 

I had been starving earlier at breakfast and was still hungry now, so I took advantage of the un-crowded conditions to fill my plate generously, several times. It felt weird having no classes scheduled. Did that mean I have no class either? I also felt that further study for my finals was unnecessary. Was I getting over confident and heading for a fall, or accurately assessing the situation? My reverie was broken when my phone announced with a beep that an email from a VIP had arrived: it was from none other than Saskia Grandael, PhD.

"Roberts: I am closing out my action items before taking my semester break. I have reviewed all the data on you, and while your heart and lungs are certainly healthy (and congrats on a fine marathon time in Dallas) I am still concerned that you have some potentially serious metabolic problem that our tests cannot identify. When one has eliminated the simple and probable, only the improbable or seemingly impossible can remain. I am speculating now, but you may have some sort of neurological condition, possibly a brain tumor or ectopic neural tissue tumor, that is somehow making you burn up much more energy than I can account for physiologically. Your family physician may be out of his depth on this, hopefully you can find a neurologist or neurosurgeon, and I strongly suggest you contact one to examine you. If you provide an email address I can send my data for their review. Saskia."

Well, it wasn't signed 'love Saskia' or anything but as least it was her first name. Maybe she was warming up to me. I forwarded her email to Asa Weltschmerz, asking him if he thought there was any need to follow up on this and telling him that Lara was doing fine. I then went up to the room and put on my running clothes and did my three miles, plus a sprint and some cool down laps. When I went back up to take a shower, there was a bundle of mail on my bed, with a note from Kevin, saying 'told you so'. I seldom got any snail mail, but Kevin checked our box all the time. His dad apparently had some clients that paid only in cash, and he used some of that to fund Kevin's spending habits, using Fedex or Express Mail to send some of it along to Kevin. 

My bundle contained no spending money: it was all conventional but fancy envelopes, hand addressed in flowing script, a couple even done in fancy calligraphy. There were all invitations to rush parties, mixers, and a formal dinner, from frats I had heard of, and some I never had, plus one pink perfumed one for an 'all night sleepover party' at Beta Omicron Theta, a sorority! Wait a minute, wasn't that the one my Country Chrissy had pledged? That one I would definitely go to, just for etiquette's sake, of course.

When I got out of the shower, my phone pinged again. I was copied on an email from Asa Weltschmerz's assistant, asking Saskia to immediately forward all test results so he could see me tomorrow, and a separate email asking me if I could come in to see him tomorrow at 0730 before he began his morning rounds, with me in a fasting state. With no classes tomorrow, there was no better possible time, so I replied yes. Should I be worried? 

A few seconds later my phone rang. It was Saskia. "Good Grief, Roberts! Weltschmerz is the top neuro wonk in the state, and the unofficial dean of the new medical school. I am going to have to spend some extra time making sure my write-ups are perfect before I send them to him. I want him to remember me as competent! How the hell do you know this guy?" I tried to ignore that disappointing emphasis on the word 'you'.

"Oh, he's just the friend of a friend, darling. He and I usually sit together at ESU home football games. I will tell him how sexy you are, and may also mention that you are a decent scientist! But my dear, you should always give me your best effort, shouldn't you?" She was still yelling when I hung up.

Hopefully I was not fiddling while Rome burned; academically speaking, but I proceeded to take a nap. No dreams that I remember, but I did wake up hungry. A text came in from Oiler, telling me to come over to the UDT house for dinner: fried chicken and peach cobbler. I took a second to grab my coat and was out the door. The food was wonderful, and there were about a dozen really hot girls with those bright, active, intelligent eyes that I like, also having dinner there, a couple sending some scrumptious Suzie for me. Was that just a coincidence, or was UDT just more subtle, and much more effective, at this 'rush' business? When I got back to the room, I texted Lara to see if she could have lunch tomorrow: she could, but only if I came to her place. No problem, beautiful. 

I woke up early the next morning, and it was hard to skip breakfast, but I left early and walked over to Asa's office, which was in the hospital complex just west and south of the basketball arena. Rumor had it that the old 'super drum' was due for demolition, to be replaced by a huge maze of high rise buildings to house the new medical school and emulate the Texas Medical Center in Houston, kicking off a big new commercial and medical real estate boom downtown. A new basketball and concert venue would be built east of the Interstate, near the baseball field, along with some other new ESU facilities. I was almost 30 minutes early; arriving even before his receptionist and assistant, but Asa was already sitting behind his desk reading and beckoned for me to come in. 

"Good morning, Robbie. You must be an early riser like me. Close that door so we can talk in private. Does your stomach always growl like that?"

I laughed. "Only when I haven't eaten anything in the last hour or so! I suppose that's connected to what Saskia wanted me to talk to you about? "

"It may well be. Her analysis seems pretty complete, but there is one other relatively simple, but also unlikely, thing that didn't occur to her that I want to follow up on. Before we do the diagnostic stuff, though, let's talk about Lara."

"My favorite subject, Doc. She is fantastic, and lately looking even better, if that's even possible. I think she is working out some more, looking a little more buff, and she seems to be really clicking in school, too. I am having lunch with her after we finish here."

He looked pleased, and then looked worried. What was up? "I am frankly amazed at her progress. In the space of one semester, she has gone from being worrisomely close to harming herself and being diagnosed with a pretty frank personality disorder, to a beamingly happy young woman. She's at peace with herself and very confident. And you're right about her school work; her grades are almost perfect this semester, also quite a change. Her father is worried that it is all too good to be true."

"I sure hope not, Doc. I want her to stay happy and healthy just like she is right now."

"For how long, Robbie?"

"You know Doc, last time we talked about his I wasn't so sure, but now I am. Just as long as she will have me!"

"What about the BDSM stuff?"

Asa had been her shrink forever, he knew about everything, probably even about lots of stuff from before I met her that I didn't know about. "She doesn't need that as a pre-requisite to get excited anymore, but sometimes she still wants it, and she usually lets me know when she wants it, and when she does, I give it to her."

"Do you realize what kind of progress that is for her, having orgasms without being dominated and punished, and openly recognizing her desires, asking for them, and getting them?"

"I just hope it is as good for her as it is for me!"

"You many have literally saved her life, Roberts. And one of the reasons she looks better is that she is off all medication except for some vitamin supplements. I would not have thought that possible in August, but there it is. I just worry what will happen if you two break up."




My Only Talent Ch. 22



"If that happens, it won't be my idea, Doc. She is the best thing that ever happened to me."

He smiled. "I also talked to Erminia last week. Does Lara know about that, too?

"She knows what Millie and I are trying to do for Erminia, if not all the gory details. She likes Erminia, and wants her to be happy."

"To some extent, Robbie, what you have done with Erminia is even more amazing than for Lara. Given the depth of her guilt, I would have never expected talk therapy to accomplish anything." 

"We don't just talk to her, Doc!"

"I suppose officially I don't want to know. But off the record, what is your rationale for what you do with her?" He leaned forward in his chair. 

"Well, when I first met her, if she got the tiniest bit turned on, she would be overcome by guilt about her dead husband."

"Actually, she felt crushing guilt about surviving him all the time."

"But it was somehow worse when she thought of having sex with anyone else; even though she knew he would want her to move on."

'She told you that?"

"Oh, yes. Said he was a 'horny little bugger' who would want her to enjoy all the action she could get after he was gone. So I knew the guilt was coming from her, and that it was automatic and involuntary."

"So how did you plan to extinguish it?"

"Well, let's not publish this in any feminist journals, Doc, but what she needed was the same kind of distraction work that we give our bitches during bite training."

He looked aghast. I went on to explain how the dog learns to bite and concentrate on it, despite all the other distracting stimuli that are gradually introduced, until it can totally ignore the extraneous signals. Erminia would pleasure another person, not bite them, and then learn to ignore the distractions and concentrate totally on their pleasure. Then I related how we were transitioning her from ignoring noxious distractions to ignoring pleasurable ones while she had to keep complete focus on pleasing her partner. Finally, making her pleasure her partner in ways that could not help but pleasure her, and that she must allow herself to feel that pleasure so she would not break off from pleasing her partner. 

"From what she tells me, it's working."

"Erminia got wetter than hell last week and was very close to an orgasm. It was a joy to behold!"

"How do you know when she is ready for the next transition? If you go too fast it could break her spirit completely!"

"I'm not really sure Doc. I just get sort of a.... hunch, I guess you'd say."

"And the fellatio for Sapiento?"

I smiled. "Well that had two purposes. First off a wise old guy like that who wants his wife to be happy so much that he will turn her over to a young guy like me to fuck deserved some kind of reward, but he will soon have to work hard to please her, and I wanted him to get used to the excitement gradually, so it wouldn't kill him." 

"Robbie, he is the happiest guy on earth right now, mostly because he sees that Erminia has some glow on her face again. The blow jobs are a nice bonus, plus he says she is now better than he ever thought possible!"

"She is a natural talent, Doc, and totally dedicated to pleasing him."

"I am wondering if your hunches are not a natural talent too, Robbie. But if they are, let's just keep it between us; now that you are officially my patient, confidentiality applies. And if your talent proves to confirm one of my wacko brain function theories, that many of my so-called 'esteemed colleagues' are too stupid and hide-bound to consider, I will just have to enjoy it intellectually and not publish it." He opened to door and spoke to his assistant. "Tell Doctor Rubin that she will be leading grand rounds today without me. I will be down in the RMRI, and I am not to be disturbed." 

He led me down a flight of stairs to a door that said 'Research Magnetic Resonance Imaging Facility' and 'Authorized Personnel Only'. There was a very attractive young woman there in a white lab coat that could have been Esmerelda Estigoy's first cousin, given her pretty face, jet black hair, light brown skin, and spectacular backside.

"Is your calibration complete, Dr. Bilog?"

"Yes, Doctor, the machine is fully functional and ready. I will be glad to assist you from the booth."

"That won't be necessary; you can take a break for an hour or so. I will run everything myself. Strictly a little research test, I am not even going to record anything yet."

After she left, he locked the door from the hallway to the control room, and turned off two racks of equipment, leaving some others on. "In the regular clinical practice machines, everything is logged, recorded, and backed up offsite. We may not want anybody else to see these images." He had me strip down to my underwear and lie in small tube, just bigger than my shoulders that looked like it could slide into the big tube behind it. He fixed my head in some kind of plastic frame, and said "This is going to be very loud for about 45 minutes. Close your eyes, relax as much as you can, breathe steady and shallow, and stay as still as possible. " 

He then put some earplugs in my ears, and hit a switch, and I began to slide into the larger tube. Good thing I wasn't claustrophobic. There was some humming and clicking, and then a series of 'bang, bang, bang' noises began to echo through my entire body, like some very strong elves were hitting the machine with titanium sledge hammers. It went on forever. Finally it stopped and I slid out, noticing that Dr. Weltschmerz had a very funny expression on his face. 

"Okay, back into your clothes and then we need to go down three floors." He turned me over to an old guy he called "Doctor Dee" and said he would call me later. He looked worried.

Doctor Dee was a gastroenterologist, and he asked me a series of detailed and disgusting questions about my food preferences, chewing techniques, bowel movements, stools, and digestive processes in general, and then asked me to give him a stool sample, which surprisingly I was able to do, despite my current fasting state. He looked very pleased. Ewwww! Get me outa here! He told me I could go and someone would be back in touch. It was still almost two hours before I was supposed to be at Lara's place, so I went on the hunt for some belated breakfast. My phone's maps app located a Taco Shack just a few blocks south and I took off like a hound dog on a track. Chorizo, egg, and cheese, with jalapenos, you are my savior. 

I walked around downtown, the weather very cool but pleasant, until it was time to arrive at Lara's place. I felt like a little contrast therapy, but with a true variation from last time, when she and Suzanne had applied it to me. She answered the door in an amazing one piece outfit I had never seen before. It was a heart shaped crimson red thing that barely covered her two breasts on top, narrowed and swept down to hug her sculpted abs, and then the point of the heart shape ended right above her clit, pointing to her perfect golden pubic patch like a crimson neon arrow. She was wearing that and a smile, and that was all. 

"It's a little early, Lara, but yes, I'll be your Valentine!"

She smiled. I picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, and tossed her onto the bed. I just love the way she bounces. I was going to show her some contrast therapy, and do some calibration drills on my Suzie receiver at the same time. I spread her legs out and took in how wonderful she looked -- like one of those pink valentine candies with the creamy centers. It was time for a taste test.

I munched on her sweet little pussy like a starving man tastes ambrosia, slow and steady and then accelerating. Suzie signals played all over the spectrum, and her sticky fluids began to drip all over my chin and the bed. That's my funky Valentine! I tapped into her signal and tuned my tongue to resonate with her, hoping to soon hear a clear and clean signal diagnostic of a clitoral orgasm. I kept it pretty tender and worked primarily on her outer and inner lips with an occasional flick on her tender little clit. Soon the signal grew and crested, and she squirted just a little. I felt her pussy twitch once, and then I moved up, kissed her gently on the lips and said "I love you Lara."

I then plunged into her with everything I had, fucking her just as deep and as hard as I could manage. Again I tuned for maximum Suzie, and I was not disappointed. A different note rose up out of the noise, and I synchronized my motions to it, pumping it higher as I sensed it. I plunged in and out, focusing only on her signal and I did not know how long it took, but then she growled and turned her head back and forth, and then we both held our breath as her pussy clamped down on me and pulsed twice. I took a mental recording of that wonderful vaginal orgasm Suzie signal, and then I kissed her again, tenderly, and then pulled out and settled in again with my tongue just touching her now very red and very puffy outer lips.

They were so sensitive that I just barely touched them with my tongue, and her Suzie sang for rough tonguing, even biting, but instead I teased her mercilessly, gradually increasing my motions just a few percent each minute. Her whole pussy was hot and wet and wonderful. She shook with each little lick, and I enjoyed myself immensely. Slow and tantalizing was my credo, and listening to her breathing gradually accelerate was my reward. I used my Suzie receiver for negative feedback information for once, making sure she was stimulated and moving toward another orgasm, but approaching it obliquely and never quite getting there. She began to sob, and I switched to moving her forward again. Her respiration began to sound like an asthma attack, and I decided to use my big pink epi pen on her. I climbed up above her and jabbed myself into her and drove it home like I was a saving her life. It was my noble duty, you know.

My cousin used to read these really strange comic books that he got mail order from Venice (California) and they had this one character that was an old farmer who cheerfully watched all the farm animals copulate, and then urged his three clearly highly emotionally disturbed sons to try to replicate those feats with their girlfriends. One of his favorite exhortations was 'fuck her like you are gonna come out the other side, boy!' That phrase had never seemed apropos before, but I sort of understood it now. Lara was sticking her fingernails in my back and breathing in my ear, reminding me of Darth Vader during the marathon. Suddenly my loins exploded like a sperm laden Claymore, and I directed everything I could into my sweet Lara, and then almost passed out. I don't know how long we lay there, wonderfully tangled in each other. I moved over a little bit so my weight was not on her rib cage and made it easier for her to breathe, and just lost myself kissing her cheek and smelling her hair. 

Soon she was waking me and saying lunch was ready, which was perfect timing because I was starving. Why was I always hungriest after I really concentrated on using my Suzie receiver, or trying to listen for new things? Lara was the queen of casseroles, the little recipe card said "Mediterranean Chicken Thighs", and when she opened the oven door I was hit with a wonderful combination of aromas: garlic, celery, chicken, artichoke hearts, green olives, and sweet onions. She served all the above on a bed of fluffy rice, with a side of lettuce and tomatoes with some olive oil and feta cheese. I was a little handicapped while eating, because I just had to keep one hand on Lara at all times. 

"Robbie, you are going to have to come over for lunch more often! Why haven't we done this before?"

"You should have asked me sooner! You must be punished. Next time, it's your ass!"

"Promises, promises! How about leftovers, tomorrow?" She giggled, Suzie spiking. 

"I suppose I could squeeze it in." More giggles, from both of us.

Finally she shooed me out so she could go to a review session for her Geology exam. She could play with my rocks anytime she wanted. It suddenly occurred to me that it wouldn't be long before the dinner line opened.

.....

Wednesday morning dawned cold and clear, with a more normal sized line for breakfast, and I felt good about my 9-12 final exam. I didn't finish this one early, though: it was long and detailed and I was still checking my answers when the proctors demanded that all papers be turned in. I was certainly not sure of an 'A' on that one. That meant no time for lunch before my run with Suzanne, but luckily the plan was only to run 6 miles today, and then there was time for leftovers with Lara afterward. Suzanne had a new running outfit: all burnt orange complete with iridescent tights. It wasn't quite as spectacular as the shimmering white one, but it was pretty damn fine. I admired it in detail as she did her pre-run stretching routine. It didn't hinder her ability to talk, either. 

"My pussy is still sore, you animal!"

"You're certainly welcome, beautiful. You're a great fuck!"

"Damn you, Robbie!"

"What are you so mad about, darlin'? You know I love you, you know I'd do anything for you, well, except maybe submit to you anymore. I also think that you should admit that what works for me might also work better for you than anything else!" 

"Robbie, I thought you would take me any way I would have you?"

"Well, those promises certainly didn't anticipate my ongoing subjugation and humiliation at your hands. I don't even know that my doing that really turns you on, you just seem to think it will!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, take Lara or Millie, for example."

"You have, many times, with me watching, you son of a bitch! And you have whipped me and them and humiliated us to get yourself off, haven't you?"

"Yes, and it also got you off like crazy. But that makes my point for me. If it didn't get you all hot and bothered, I wouldn't enjoy it at all! I only got into learning about this stuff to make Lara hot, not due to my own fantasies. I have to admit it turned me on, but if I knew any of you didn't really like it, it wouldn't feel right. But some guys would like it much better if you hated it!" Suddenly I thought, was that what Millie needed? Could Jay Kincaid do that for her?

"So you are saying I shouldn't enjoy it unless you do too! Then maybe I should find some guys that like it?"

"Maybe you should. But my bet is that is all they could do for you: submit and let you feel dominant. I bet they couldn't fuck you like I do, or get you off like I do, and they definitely couldn't do for you what Lara and I can do for you when we three are together."

She got that quintessentially female 'I really hate it when you are right about something' look on her face. Something occurred to me, and I allowed my mouth to run on without really thinking things through first.

"Maybe you should date submissive guys the way Lara dates."

"You mean go out with them socially, tease them a little, and let them kiss me goodnight at my door, but no sex?"

Here's where I really stepped in it. "I was thinking you could even let them kiss your boots, like we advised the woman at the 'addicted to Austin' stage show."

"Oh, you are an interesting man, Robbie! That's quite an idea. Do you think that would be enough for them?"

"Well, I am only speaking from academic research, not personal knowledge, but I think most of the guys that need and want that kind of stuff wouldn't know what to do with you if you weren't in control. I think that's the whole point for them. With your super hot and fit little body, haughtily beautiful face, and relatively deep voice, you are probably their dream dominatrix."

"Oh, that is hot. But shouldn't I get them off at some point?" Her tongue was up on her upper lip, and her Suzie suddenly radiated like somebody's dom, not anybody's mom. 

Sometimes my creativity runs amok. "Just make them kneel before you and jerk themselves off, while you tell them what worms they are!"

Her Suzie sparkled: she liked that idea. Have I created a monster? I was not prepared for this. 

"Is this all a substitute for my evil plan with Strelsa and Günter? Are you backing out on that?" 

I thought of that old salesman's joke I had heard my father tell at least 100 times, with the punch line that goes 'nope, sweetie, a deal is a deal' but I decided it would not be a good idea to retell it at this point. "Not at all, I committed to that!" Here's where I had done some preparatory homework. I just hoped it would work. "In fact, I'll go you one better, your hotness. If you can get Big Liz and Little Marilyn to go for it, I'll do you with Ralph, too!"

Her Suzie bubbled like a witch's cauldron, which I immediately thought was an image that might be much too close to the truth. "Robbie, you amaze me! You really do want me to be happy don't you?"

"Yes, but by realizing that you would be happier with me, not a bunch of other guys! But I realize you might have to try it to finally realize that."

"So you want me to end up like Millie? Trying it but not really liking it that much? Only you would let me try to the real thing, not an act?"

"If that's what it took to finally win your heart, my love, I suppose so."

"Well I guess you called my bluff, cowboy! Robbie Roberts, you may really be the most intriguing man ever. I have some thinking to do, and maybe I need to start a dialog with Big Liz!" She looked happy, but then her face changed to look almost like a very pensive little girl. "Robbie?"

"Yes, Suzanne?"

"What if it turns out that being with two guys at once turns me on like nothing else, and I can't give it up? What happens then?"

I thought about Ralph's 80/20 rule. "Well, if it turns out that is the movie of your life that you really need to make, you should do so. But I won't be in the cast."

She got a look on her face that I had never, ever seen before. I don't think I wanted to see it again, either. When we finished our run, Suzanne peeled off to go back to her office and start grading the exams she had just administered. She would see Nora there, but I would not get to. I just kept jogging toward Lara's place.

I developed my afternoon delight plan for lovely Lara during the short jog to her place. Perhaps it had grown from thinking about Millie, Suzanne, and dwelling on the potentially perverse and awful desires of certain females. She greeted at the door stark naked, which was really her best outfit. I had her fetch the Kinky Katalog contraption that we had used on Millie, and put it in the middle of her bed. I strapped her in, face down, knees bent, ass up and exposed and hands restrained at her sides, and neck tied down holding her throat up horizontal. The possibilities were clear to us both. I smelled her sweet pussy already, but it was not destined for a starring role today. I posed her on the bed, considered how wonderful she looked, and then walked around the bed an opened her closet door. There was a full length mirror attached to the back, and when I placed the door at just the right angle, and if she turned her head as much as she could to her left, she could see a reflected and reversed image of her on the bed in the device. I savored the sound she made when she did.

I walked back into the kitchen, letting her consider her immediate future for a while. She must be, because it almost seemed like I could smell that sweet pussy even in here. I took a long drink of water, and spotted the leftover chicken in the fridge. I was hungry for both, but Lara came first. Back in the bedroom, I knelt behind her on the bed, which put my face level with her almost perfect ass, up tilted and exposed as it was, and I gazed upon it in wonder. I gave it a tender kiss, all over. I gave it a little lick, all over. I lapped at it like a cat drinking cream. Some very sweet juice began to drip from Lara's golden twat, and life was good. 




My Only Talent Ch. 22



I realized I was fascinated with Lara's pretty pink anus. Its little puckers and twists beguiled me. Its little motions as I played with it were wonderful. I used my tongue to touch it, every so lightly, and I could feel the cute little contractions as my tongue flicked around it. I wanted to put my cock in it, but first, more from my tongue. I was not sure why, but it just fascinated me. I kissed her ass in random patterns, looking for some corresponding pattern in her Suzie signal responses. I noticed two things: her Suzie was ramping up and her glorious little twat was beginning to drip even more of its magic elixir of love. I got her to the point of being so excited that she was almost getting frustrated, and at the last minute I slipped a finger into her pussy and found her squishy little G spot. I synchronized my light finger touches with not so light tongue thrusts, enticing her to come from anal stimulation just like Mrs. Douglass had taught me. Lara may be my best student ever. She came surpassingly fast, twice, and I think I enjoyed it more than she did, drinking in her Suzie signal like enjoying a concert I had co-written. 

It was time for some more contrast therapy for her. I knelt behind her and pushed my cock into her sweet little pink puckering, slow and steady. She made a wonderful little noise when I reached what I thought was the maximum for this first delicious excursion, but then she pushed back against me and got a little more. Is she perfect or what? I increased my pace and depth and was soon giving her almost everything I had, and her juices flowed down onto my thighs, and the bed. I reached around her and twiddled her clit and she came beautifully, her ass gripping my dick for one delightful little squeeze and then relaxing even further, encouraging me to plumb her depths even more. I whispered in her ear "You are so beautiful Lara, and I just can't resist fucking your sweet little ass as hard as I can."

She drew in a huge gasping breath and arched her back down sending her ass up towards me a little more. I kissed her shoulders briefly, grabbed her waist just below her ribcage with both hands, and proceeded to fuck her ass like there was no tomorrow. Her Suzie was only serving as automatic alarm or non-verbal safe word should I hurt her, but otherwise I just set my inner lizard free and joyously fucked away. It was my destiny. I felt like the king of creation, pounding away and looking down at the fleshy standing waves I was making in her perfect buttocks. They should use this image to teach the subtleties of wave motion to us horny college boys: the attention span would be almost infinite. I looked over in the mirror and my eyes met Lara's -- they were wide and loving. Mine may have looked predatory, but I tried my best to convey that she was my favorite prey. 

Her Suzie took on some of that raspy note that said she was really turned on, the clue that a little more humiliation might pump her swing even higher. I pulled my cock out of her ass, getting two sonic rewards: a wonderful little 'pop' when it left her anus and a sigh from her that said 'where did it go?' It went directly in her sweet little mouth and her Suzie immediately flamed like a sparkler stuck into pure oxygen. Her sucking became frantic, but I pulled out before she could finish me off. Her Suzie said 'put it back in my ass!' but she would have to wait for it. I bent down and beheld her inflamed little anus, red, sweaty, slightly enlarged, and pulsing with excitement. Below it, from this angle, her pussy lips were red and engorged and beautiful, and covered with a lovely sheen of sweet lubrication. The monkey wanted it all. 

No finger for the pussy, though, just an excited and almost prehensile tongue exploring that fine ass as far as humanly possible. I pulled back and spanked those perfect buttocks and marveled at their beauty. Her Suzie said "If you are not going to fuck it at least spank it harder.' I did. But when it was fully red and her breath came in rapid shudders, I plunged my cock back into her ass and drove for the finish line. I looked up into the mirror and saw I was up on my tiptoes and pounding into her at a very steep angle. The catalog restraint device was actually a fine piece of biomedical engineering, opening her ass up to me almost perfectly, and it was good. My eyes met Lara's in the mirror again, and I said "Your ass is mine, Lara!" and shot off in her with everything I had, continuing to pound for several strokes even when I knew that I had nothing left to deliver. 

We lay in each other's arms for a long time, and stayed wrapped together as we went into the kitchen and fed each other cold leftover chicken thighs with our fingers. I couldn't stop kissing her. I hoped I never had to. As I left Lara's, an email from Asa Weltschmerz pinged into my phone's inbox. He wanted me to come to his office Thursday, so we could review my MRI test results in person. He said my final exam should finish just before noon and I should then come right over and we could have lunch in his conference room. How the heck did he know my schedule so well? I spent the afternoon going over everything for my last final, and felt pretty good about it. My growling stomach reminded me that the dinner line was now open. After some significant supper, I went to bed early. Thursday would be a busy day: a final exam, lunch with Asa and the possible bad news that created the worry I saw in his eyes Tuesday morning and what I hoped would be a breakthrough and perhaps near final session with Erminia and Millie. 

The final exam was anticlimactic; it was exactly the same as the practice exam that was handed out in the sparsely attended review sessions, and I had not only worked all the problems out before and checked them, but reviewed them all with Oiler. I knocked it out of the park. School goals for first semester: Check! My exuberance waned as I approached Asa's office, worried about what he might have to say to me. The receptionist bade me sit in the waiting room, where I immediately noticed there were four very attractive young women. Since school was now officially over until next semester, it was of course my duty to check out the beauty. 

But I got a surprise! The four women were two couples, sending that interference style signal that said 'women only' and signaling absolutely no interest in me at all, there was in fact a not so subtle note of hostility instead. Their loss, I told myself. But then a very unusual signal came up out of the noise and hit me right between the ears, from the dowdy looking forty something receptionist, who was virtually a dead ringer for the church lady on Saturday Night Live. It was pure unadulterated lust, unbridled by any other consideration, accompanied by the strongest and most dramatically modulated Suzie carrier I had ever encountered. The images were not hard to decode, it fact they were impossible to avoid, and her black box sexual event data recorder was not at all protected, it was like an open and well lit book. She was ten years divorced, with no sexual activity since then, but had never allowed herself to pursue her recurring sexual fantasies. She was into young boys, and at 18, I was toward the top end of her preferred age range. But that did not inhibit her from imagining doing just about everything to me that I had ever experienced, starting with a reenactment of Peggy's little Greco-Roman style hand job with a side order of frantic anilingus. Holy Toledo!

I couldn't help myself. I stood up and walked over to the front of her desk and stood close to her, with my crotch right at her eye level. She looked shamelessly, and I got an inkling of what being ogled by a horny guy felt like. I smiled at her, turned around and then bent over and retied my shoes. Her Suzie blew up, and she leaned toward me, lips pursed. About that time, Asa opened his door and asked me to come in. Even though I had initiated that little scene, I was suddenly glad for the escape route.

When I went into his office, he led me into the adjoining conference room, and gestured towered a plentiful looking sandwich buffet. This looked a lot better than any hospital food I had ever heard of. I saw a little hospital catering ticket on the side of the table that said "Board Room Menu #2" with a list of stuff from a local deli, and a warm cookie delivery place that served corporate accounts. 

"Have a seat Robbie. Make yourself a sandwich. You can take the couch if you want, you may need therapy to deal with all this."

"You mean psychotherapy, physical therapy, chemotherapy, or...."

"Well talking about it might help. I will never reveal anything you say to me about this to anyone, even Lara."

"I will have to talk to her about it eventually, I think, but not now. I won't talk about anyone but me, either."

"OK. I'll tell you everything I learned from your testing, and then you can decide what you want to tell me. I agree with Dr. Grandael, you are burning a lot more energy than your food, exercise and basal metabolic rate would account for. She couldn't explain it, and I think I can, but it's not simple."

It sounded funny to hear Saskia called 'Dr. Grandael, but I guess she was.

"She thought of all the 'normal' explanations except one, and her testing plan was very well considered and ruled out all the ones she thought of. Doctor Dee eliminated the only other simple explanation I could think of. It might have been that you had problems with your intestinal tract, such that you were not fully digesting what you ate, and thus not extracting all the calories from it. But that's not it, either. He confirmed that your digestion is virtually optimal, in fact he said your stools were 'fantastic'."

Ewww. Keep me away from that guy. 

"The good news is that you don't have a tumor in your brain or anywhere else for that matter. But the numbers do make sense if we assume that your brain burns somewhere between three and four times as much energy as normal. Yours seems to be doing a lot of extra work on something."

"You mean I need 150 to 200 grams of glucose each day for my brain, instead of 50?"

"Exactly! How do you know that?"

"My high school health class actually taught me more than how to put on a condom and how to find Planned Parenthood on the web. I guess that extra 'brain drain' might explain why I am hungry all the time and crave sweets after meals."

"That's my guess, too. To confirm it, we would have to run something called a functional MRI, in fact a new variant of it that I developed that would tell us when your brain was burning all this energy and where most of the activity was, and what kind of cells were using it. But I can't run that test without leaving some permanent records, which I would advise you against creating right now. "

"So you don't know what is happening to make me use all that energy?"

"Not conclusively but I think I may know where you are burning it. What I don't know yet is why, or what all that activity accomplishes. I really, really want to know, more than anything I have ever studied in the neurosciences before. You see, Robbie, you have some very unusual structures in your brain, something I have never seen before anywhere, and would never believed if I hadn't seen them myself. But now I have 'an existence proof' that I can't ignore!"

"So you never would have thought these things possible, but here they are in my head so you have to accept that they are not only possible, but that they exist?"

"Exactly. But remember I didn't make even a single copy of any of the images of your brain. I am just working from memory. Normally I would study the images for hours before making even a preliminary conclusion. With you, I just have to wing it, which is not good science, but it's all I have right now. Have you ever heard of something called 'mirror neurons', Robbie? "

"No, but my tennis coach used to go on and on about 'motor neurons' and how we could program them be watching our ground strokes or serves in the mirror."

"He may have been a really smart coach. Mirror neurons are nerve cells in your body that help you to mimic something you observe another person doing. Like watching a tennis player with a good serve and then trying to copy what they do. Your mirror neurons fire as if you were doing what the other person does, 'mirroring' what their nerves do. A good dancer who can watch someone else do a dance routine and then reproduce it on the first try may have lots of mirror neurons with lots of connections to their motor neurons and the reflex arcs around them." 

I was starting to put things together. "So the mirror neurons would tell the motor neurons if they were doing it like the other person did?"

"Bingo. Some people say impressionist comics have lots of mirror neurons, so they can quickly learn to talk and hold their faces like other people. And good actors are really good at sending messages to the audience's emotional mirror neurons, making them feel the emotions they are trying to project."

He walked over to the white board on the wall, and drew several small circles and one big one divided into a top and bottom half. "Let's say these small circles are mirror neurons, the average amount that most people have, and the big circle is your brain: the top half is your cerebral cortex, the 'thinking' or 'associative' part of your brain, and the bottom half is the 'automatic' part of your brain." 

"What they sometimes call the 'lizard brain'?"

"That's right." He then drew lines from each little circle to each other little circle and to each half of the big circle. "This would be the connections that a 'normal' person has between mirror neurons and the brain, they are really 'nerve fibers' insulated with fatty cells that run in 'wiring harnesses' we call neural tracts. But your connections are different."

He quickly drew dozens of lines between each mirror cell and the others, and dozens more from each mirror cell to dozens of places in each half of the brain. "You have many, many more connections than normal, and they go to many more and different places in your brain than normal. Your mirror neurons are actually some of the most 'connected' nerve cells I have ever seen in any brain."

Then he began to draw dozens and dozens of the mirror cells, almost filling up the white board. "You also have many more mirror neurons than I have ever seen before." Then he began to draw lines connecting all the cells to each other and also to many places in both halves of the brain. "And they are also connected to each other and to thousands of places in your brain." The middle of the board was almost all black with circles and lines filling it completely.

He looked at me funny. "If that weren't enough, there are some very unusual structures in your brain that I have never seen before, in any animal, much less a human. They look almost like microscopic fractal antennas, and they are connected to all your multitudinous mirror cells and except for those nerve tract connections, they are totally insulated from the rest of your brain."

This was a lot to take in at once, but it also made some sense. "You mean electrically insulated?"

"Yes, but thermally insulated too. The brain uses a fat called myelin as an insulator, and special cells grow and wrap it around and around nerve cells like electrical tape around a wire. The more layers that are built up, the better the 'R-value' if you will, and you have more layers than I ever would have thought possible. Robbie, have there ever been any x-rays taken of your head?"

"Only once that I know of. When I was eleven, I was playing tennis at the old country club and I was goofing around with my friend, acting crazy. I charged the net, and tripped, and bonked my head pretty hard on one of those old style permanent metal net posts. The new ones are all breakaways that pop out of the ground if you run into them. They took me to Parkland ER and did an x-ray and said everything was fine. Now that I think about it, when my dad got there he was relieved that I was okay, but then he was totally pissed, like he almost never gets, saying they should not have exposed me to x-rays without his consent. He called some big time lawyer buddy, and the hospital agreed to give him the films and destroy all their copies, in return for him not suing them. He made a big stink about it and some people said he should wear a tinfoil hat and watch out for UFOs. He laughed, but he is not like that. He is still the most rational guy I know. Come to think of it, though, the club replaced all the net posts with modern ones right after that. "

Asa got that look on his face that people get when wheels are spinning rapidly inside their heads. "Do you suppose your father still has those films? Did he ever tell you to avoid other things besides x-rays?"

"He said he burned them. My parents made me promise to stay celibate until I turned 18, and not to drink or use dope, either."

"Did they say why?"

"My grandmother said 'You should wait until your brain matures properly'."

Asa's countenance changed, like he had reached a conclusion. 

"Robbie, here's what I think. You have a set of very special mirror neurons with some kind of neural antennas attached to them. I'm not sure what they do, but I think that you burn up a lot of brainpower, and thus sugar, using them."

"Using them to do what?"

"Lara tells me you seem to be unnaturally good at reading her moods and remarkably successful at pleasing her in bed. Would you please tell me your impressions of the ladies you met in the waiting room?"

"Well, they were really beautiful, but they liked each other a lot more than they liked me, romantically speaking, at least."

"How do you know that?"

Now I was nervous. "Just a hunch."

"So none of the women were interested in you sexually?"

I snorted. "Your little experiment didn't produce the results you expected, eh, Doc? One of them was crazy hot for me!" I tried not to sound childish and petulant. 

He looked really surprised, then a little guilty. "OK, you got me. Those are two very out and committed lesbian couples who work here at the hospital and seem totally happy with each other. Which one of them was interested in you?"

"Not them, Doc. It was your receptionist and assistant."

Now he did look plainly shocked. "Mrs. Machakw?"

"Yep. I think I may be a little old for her, though."

"But she has been divorced for years, and she never dates anybody!"

"I don't know if you would call it dating, Doc, but it's a good thing she doesn't teach junior high age boys, if you know what I mean."

He looked totally shocked. "OK. I'll keep that in mind. What else can you tell me about, Robbie?"

Was it time for truth to be truth? I decided I wanted to know more, so I had to tell him something to get more. There was no risk in telling him the same kind of stuff that Kevin knew, was there? I drew a deep breath and thought for a second.

"Well, Doc, I do get hunches about women, about whether or not they are interested in me sexually. I am right much more often than wrong. It didn't start until I went through puberty, which happened at a much later age for me than all my friends did. As I got older, the hunches got more accurate. I can also sometimes tell if a woman likes another guy or not, even if she doesn't like me."

He looked very thoughtful. "That's all?"

"Well I think it's pretty darned useful not to waste time chasing girls that don't want me to catch them!"

"Yes I suppose it would be. But Lara tells me that you seem to know when she needs tender kisses and when she needs to be treated rough. How does that work?"

"It's like a hunch, too. The more time I spend with her, the better my hunches seem to be. But Lara is so wonderful and so attractive to me and gets me so excited that I just want do everything I can think of to her. I think she just likes everything that I do, whenever I do it."




My Only Talent Ch. 22



He laughed. "So you can't lose?"

"Not with Lara, Doc. I win every time."

"What about with Suzanne?"

"Well, I have hunches about her too, but not as many as with Lara. She is much more unpredictable, not that any woman is easy to understand!"

He laughed. "Boy is that ever the truth. The more I learn about my wife, the less I seem to know! So these hunches have told you when to move forward with Erminia?"

"Yes. But in her case I kept going more slowly than the hunches told me, because I could not believe she was changing so fast."

He just looked at me for a while, the way people sometimes do when they want you to fill the silence and tell them more. I was done for now. It was certainly another subject to discuss with my Dad over the Christmas break. 

"OK, Robbie. I guess that's all you want to tell me, for now. I desperately want to learn more, to learn all about it. But I will be as patient as I can be, and keep your confidentiality. But consider this: you might want to understand more about yourself before you make certain decisions, especially when it comes to having children later. "

It reminded me of one of my grandfather's favorite aphorisms. 'Having children is hereditary. If your parent's didn't have any, chances are you won't either!' My dad decided to have kids, so I probably would too, but with whom, and when? 

"One other thing: Dr. Grandael seems very competent, and is likely a very intelligent and curious person. She will not let go of this until she has some rational explanation of what is going on with you. I don't think we want to tell her what we just talked about. She might not be able to resist the chance to keep investigating and to do more experiments on you. Publishing something definitive about this could certainly make anyone's career take off. I propose that you tell her that we discovered a problem with your intestinal track, such that you were not absorbing all the calories from the food you ate, and that explains the difference. Tell her you are now under the care of Doctor Dee and that he expects to have things regulated and working normally by the time your spring semester starts. And don't let anybody take any x-rays of your head, either."

I made myself another thick sandwich from the buffet, corned beef on rye with hot mustard and fresh tomato slices, and then polished off two still warm oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and one white chocolate with almonds. I wish they had these cookies at the dorm. I left without looking back at the receptionist, or even seeing if she was looking at me. I walked back toward campus, spirits suddenly soaring. No tumor threatened me with immediate death, and I was finished with my first semester of college. My most pessimistic current estimate of my grades was four A's and two B's, which I would be perfectly happy to take every semester from now on. Despite what I thought were upcoming troubles with Suzanne, I had my perfect Lara as my rock to hold onto no matter what else happened. Tonight I had to do my duty with Millie and Erminia, and if she progressed the way I expected her too, I would have to fuck both of them his evening. Duty calls!

.....

Carmencita closed her treatment notebook. Everything was updated and written up on her laptop; all the goals had been met. In fact, her latest patient, the so called 'Nando Longomonto' was actually in better shape now than before he was injured. She still had absolutely no information on how he was injured, other than 'in a fall', and according to the terms of that convoluted non disclosure agreement she had signed, she was not allowed to ask him about that, or anything else that did not pertain directly to his treatment. It had gone almost perfectly, thanks to his unrelenting effort and her brilliant new rehab techniques. 

She had even tried something really brand new with him, a sexually charged reinforcement plan from a controversial assistant professor of Education up at ESU. He had proposed using it for more complex learning, but when she read about it she thought it was perfect for relearning 'muscle memory' things like she was trying to reinstall for her rehab patients. Every time 'Nando' made a new fitness plateau, she would show him a little more of her flashing smile or a little more thigh or chest flesh, or put her body in a more revealing and stimulating position near him. He watched her with obvious interest, and it was motivating him wonderfully, such that he had recovered well ahead of schedule, but it had some unintended consequences. It was programming her as much as it was him, and she began to have fantasies that when he was fully recovered he would stand up, rip off her clothes, throw her on the bed and make love to her.

She had only fallen in love with a patient once before, and that was a little cute as a button eight year old girl that had been terribly mangled in a car crash and had come back from it like a real trooper. Everyone at the specialty rehab hospital had fallen for her too, and Carmencita wanted to have a daughter like her someday, hopefully without the injuries. 

But 'Nando' was very different from most of her male patients. First off he was smart as a whip. He never forgot anything she told him, and put it all together seamlessly in his mind. He seemed to intuitively pick up what her goals were for him, and why they were important, and he worked incredibly hard to reach them. There was another patient, a ten year old boy from rural Nueva Leon whose legs were injured in a school bus accident and that was apparently a savant chess player; destroying everyone in the hospital that was brave enough to play him in five minutes or less per game, and looking bored while doing it. But when 'Nando' arrived and sat down across from him, it became a 45 minute war, with both players concentrating fiercely, and the kid lost two out of three.

She asked Nando him about it and he laughed. "That kid has real talent. He could have wiped the floor with the ten year Dw..., um, the ten year old me. Fortunately I have the advantage of having read so many chess books about all the classic openings and great games. Every time I use something, he stores it away and never falls for it again. He's a great kid, too." Nando stared at her whenever she laughed, or smiled. Dare she hope that he might be as interested in her as she was in him?

In the last two weeks, she had been taking him out of the hospital to try various things and assess his strength and range of motion. He turned out to be an excellent bowler, and golfer, and even a good dancer. But when she took him dancing, she learned something about him that scared her a little. There weren't too many dancehalls in their little town, and all of them made their money by selling beer, sometimes a little too much of it to certain customers. They had been completely absorbed in each other and having a great time when suddenly the mood was shattered by an obviously drunk ranch hand who loudly announced that her date was a 'wimp' and that the 'pretty lady should be dancing with a real man.' 

She realized that Nando appeared average and unremarkable in almost every way: height, weight, and build, and with his glasses and haircut he looked more like a store clerk than anything else. He almost seemed to try to look that way. She felt the tension go up in the room and was worried that her rehab plan could suffer a real set back if this burly and beer charged rodeo rider pounded on her patient. But Nando said nothing, just turned his body slightly, crouched a little, and looked calmly at the guy, showing no signs of fear or even discomfort. This was clearly not what Rodeo Boy was expecting: he might have been hoping the little clerk would head for the hills. He must have decided to up the ante in this little macho game. 

"You better get your little faggot ass out o' here boy, before I tear off one of your arms and beat you to death with it!"

This engendered absolutely no reaction; Nando didn't even blink. This clearly unnerved Rodeo Boy even further. He must have decided he needed a little help, because a knife suddenly appeared in his hand and he lunged at Nando. It was almost like a dance class. Gracefully, with no wasted motion, Nando reached out and deflected the knife away, and grabbed the wrist that held it. A little sidestep and a half spin and the arm with the knife was totally wrapped up and immobilized by both of Nando's arms, and then the cowboy tripped on one of Nando's feet and started toward the floor. Before he hit the ground, Nando's other foot pushed into Rodeo Boy's armpit, she heard a muted popping sound, and the knife dropped to the floor. Then Nando was up on his feet while Rodeo Boy writhed and screamed on the floor. 

She had never actually seen a shoulder being dislocated before. She was usually only involved in putting them back in. And she was absolutely certain that Nando had known exactly what he was doing, and she couldn't think of a faster or more efficient way to do it. She had to replay it in slow motion in her mind, because it happened so fast. Hadn't the ranch hand said he was going to tear off one of Nando's arms? Was that shoulder dislocation simply cold blooded irony?

She thought it probably was, but then there was a lot about her most interesting patient she still didn't know. But she certainly wanted to. What was that name he almost said? "Dw.. something"? She had gone to Eisenhower Middle School, and Dwight was the first name she thought of that fit. Maybe "Dwayne", or even "Dweezil"? Her curiosity burned. He kicked the knife away with his foot, and then came over to her to ask if she was alright. Then he surprised the hell out of her. "Let's reset that shoulder. It might reduce the paperwork on this thing." She nodded, and he knelt behind Rodeo Boy, holding the shoulder in perfect EMT class form, while she popped it back in. Rodeo Boy stopped screaming and just sobbed. Who the hell was this guy, anyway?

He sure as hell wasn't the spoiled child of that real estate asshole she had seen on TV. That NDA agreement said big law firm, and big money, but all of his clothes and things were very inexpensive stuff. Everything except his laptop computer, that is. It had an all metal case that you could pound nails with without hurting it, and a funny screen. If you were not looking directly at it, you couldn't see anything but grey. But if it was turned right at you it was the brightest and most detailed she had ever seen. He worked on 'correspondence courses' on it almost every night. When he first checked in, he had to ask the LAN guy to give him a 'PK bit' or something like that so he could 'tunnel' into some kind of 'virtual network' through the wireless connection.

Finally there was no delaying it anymore. She told him he was fully rehabilitated and ready to go back to work. He was excited and sad at the same time. So was she. She finished up her report and gave it to him on a USB drive, like the agreement specified, and asked him if he wanted a ride to the airport in San Antonio tomorrow. He said he would send an email and get instructions about when to report back to work, but in the meantime, could they go out to dinner tonight. She said yes without even thinking. What exactly was she getting herself into, here?

He had looked up the best restaurant in town and it turned out to be a BBQ joint that served on butcher paper instead of plates, and he asked her to stop on the main street for a minute, and came back into the car with a bouquet of flowers. She knew she was already lost at that moment. He told her he had never met anyone like her, and it might be because she was his therapist, but he thought he was in love with her. He wanted to wait a few weeks until he was back in his normal environment to be sure, but would she consider having a relationship with him after that. Her heart was in her throat, but she knew she had to get some information, and now was the best time. She asked him who he really was and who he really worked for.

He looked uncomfortable for just a moment, and then took out a business card and gave it to her. It said "Dwight DeWitt Fleming, Systems Analyst, United States Department of Agriculture" in Washington, DC. 

She looked up, gave him what she hoped was her very best warm and loving smile, and said "Bullshit!"



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My Only Talent Ch. 23

Hey There Lonely Boy!

Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. The delay in posting this chapter and perhaps the next few may be ascribed to some unexpected turbulence and travel in the author's recent schedule.



I got back to the dorm just in time to pack up all my stuff before it closed down for the holiday: having Erminia send a limo was proving very convenient. After our 'training session' with her ended this evening, the driver was instructed to take Millie and me anywhere we wanted, including summoning another limo if required to take her east to Houston and me north to Prosperous. Unless we finished very early, that well might be needed, as the last flights either one of us could catch to make it home tonight were around 9 PM. Millie had a lot more stuff packed to take home than I did, and it took us a while to get everything into the cavernous trunk of the limo. Kevin had left the dorm early this morning, to spend the holiday break in Vegas with his dad, stepmom, and Lou Baby.

Nora was also long gone, having taken at her father's direction the "oh dark thirty" Jet Blue flight from AUS to JFK to then catch a British Airways flight to London. She told me she was puzzled by his plan because she didn't think she could make the connection unless the London bound flight was quite late, but her father assured her that he had things handled. We were going to touch base via email or text message later so we could meet up in London when I knew my exact schedule for my trip with Barry Fermy. Suzanne was off to spend her holiday in Washington DC, where her dad had taken a gig as a visiting professor in international studies at Georgetown, presumably until the next presidential election cycle allowed him access to some other opportunities. Lara was off to Beaver Creek, Colorado, where her family had a summer house to escape the crushing Dallas heat of July and August, but this year they were going to do a white Christmas there, with Lillian Gish, her dad's new significant other. 

I was going to spend one night and day with my folks in Prosperous, before heading to London to meet Barry Fermy and his team and Abelard Peters for a whirlwind tour of current and potential construction sites, and their corporate offices. I would take an afternoon flight from DFW which put me in London early the next morning GMT time. I was supposed to sleep on the flight and then immediately get on London time when I got there, to reset my circadian rhythms and minimize jet lag. I was going to studiously ignore Barry's other suggestion: fast for eighteen hours before boarding the fight, to facilitate allowing my appetite to reset my circadian rhythms even more easily. If I did that, I was sure that my overactive Suzie receiver equipped and therefore inordinately sugar hungry brain would shut down in a coma long before the flight arrived. Barry even gave me business development homework on the flight – get three business cards from passengers near my seat and do a 'six degrees of separation" analysis on each of them to find out who they could connect me with. Barry was quite the slave driver, but according to the annual report I perused, he also made $3M in bonuses last year. I would get back home on Christmas Eve, spend the a few days with my family, and then head back to London on New Year's Day for the more mysterious second business trip, this one to meet with some prospective clients of Abelard's firm, although I still didn't know where. 

The Christmas decorations on Congress Avenue were ablaze with light and tossing about in the winter wind as we left Millie's sorority house and headed south toward Sapiento's newly completed high walled three house complex just south of the river, and the Austex locals were surely ready to enjoy a few days without the student population pressure. I could see the east side of Lara's high rise off to my left, and if I closed my eyes I could also picture Lara. Colorado seemed very cold and very far away. My phone beeped with a text from Nora. Her dad had 'surprised' her with a Christmas planned away from London, so she didn't catch that flight to London, but rather found her whole family waiting for her plane at JFK. After a few family rituals, they grabbed a charter for Bermuda and a big rent house, hopefully with Christmas weather a little warmer than they wound have found at home on Eaton Square. I guess I wouldn't be held warmly in the bosom of her family for the next week or so, then. Was I relieved or sad about that? Were they avoiding me? It certainly meant I had less promising social prospects while in the UK before Christmas. If Peggy wasn't around, I was going to be the lonely little drummer boy, focused on business development and nothing else. Maybe I would be good for me.

The driver pulled into Erminia and Sapiento's place and I found it decorated in full Christmas holiday splendor, complete with tall evergreen trees and short waxy holly bushes in big ornate planters. The guards were still dressed in understated grey suits though, not elf costumes. They disappeared as she ushered Millie and me into the 'salon' that housed our sexual therapy sessions. Erminia was in a smiling good mood, and if my plan for this evening worked, she would be smiling even wider still. Millie was also feeling foot loose and fancy free, having finished all her classes. I certainly had 'loose' plans for both of them, and I decided I had better fully slake my sexual thirst tonight in case my London trip turned into a long dry spell.

As I turned to look avidly at her, Ermie suddenly seemed a little shy and apprehensive, perhaps anticipating that this might be a breakthrough session for her. My idea was to keep her totally off balance and focused only on pleasing Mille and me, so she would respond involuntarily and autonomically to her own pleasure, without thinking or associative guilt. She was perfectly made up and in a basic black dress that probably cost more than a semester at ESU.

"Strip and get on your knees, slave! Tonight you must demonstrate total focus on pleasuring your Mistress and Master! One moment of distraction from that task and you will be punished very severely." This brought a quick gasp: Erminia lacked Millie's affinity for pain, and truly dreaded such punishment. The prospect of it did excite and focus her, however. She quickly shed her clothes and dropped in front of me. 

I took off my pants and underwear and offered my dick to her. She sucked it in with complete concentration, ably demonstrating the skills she had learned this semester. She lacked Lara's fervent devotion or Suzanne's insouciant flair, but she was still in the top 1% of the female population, at least by my best estimate. I did feel a duty to gather more data, though. I was soon hard as hell, and she began to tease and titillate me. I took of my shirt while she toiled away. 

"Finish me off quickly slave, and then keep me hard for your Mistress!" She complied, beautifully, and as Millie looked on, I was soon pumping 24 hours' worth of stored up hot stuff into the mouth that had been pictured and written about in so many glossy European magazine gossip columns. It felt great. She cleaned me out, and worked her well-studied Suzanne style low excursion suck magic, and I remained hard as a rock. I kissed Mille, and slowly removed her clothes as Ermie watched, still kneeling on the floor. 

Tuning in to her Suzie signals, I slowly brought Millie to higher and higher levels of excitement, reveling in the pungent perfume she began to pump into the room. Soon I noticed that Ermie's distinctive aroma was joining and mingling with it. Stage One, check! I picked Mille up and put her on one of the red leather chaise lounges that were part of the salon's décor, turning her on her side in front of me and holding her top leg up high, indicating to Erminia her target. 

'Slave, get your Mistress ready for me!" Erminia had a recent and very complete working knowledge of what it took to get Millie wet, and her talented tongue soon had Millie's Suzie signals playing beautifully: Millie was hot to trot. Ermie seemed to be concentrating completely on Millie, but her own signals began to swoop and soar, too. I must have been a great conductor. I also knew what it took to please Millie: sometimes she liked it rough! I grabbed Millie's arms and put her in a full Nelson hold as I lay behind her on the chaise, locking her arms up above her shoulders and instantly gaining complete control and submission. Her Suzie pinged like an alarm going off. I turned her and stretched her, and her Suzie told me that it hurt so good. She was ready.

"Slave, use your well trained tongue to lubricate my cock, then slip it into your Mistress!" Both girls' Suzie signals sounded loud and clear: they both liked this little scenario, and I knew I would. More importantly, Erminia was rabid with excitement but I detected not even a hint of guilt. She licked me very thoroughly, and then used one hand to spread Millie's inner lips while the other lined up my cock up and slipped it in. I heard an instant signal peak from Millie, and then Erminia held her face about three inches away from our joining and watched slack jawed while I moved in and out of Millie, trying to expand my penetration with each stroke. Her Suzie swelled in time to my motions.

"Suck my balls, and then suck her clit until she comes!" Erminia did not need to be asked twice. She serially sucked each of my eggs into her mouth, engulfing it fully and then pulsing it with negative pressure alternated with tongue jabs. She stopped just short of too hard, meaning it was the perfect stimulus and I got even harder. I was almost sad when she turned her attention to Millie's swollen clit, but I heard Millie's signal soar and knew it was going to be a joy to listen to. Ermie locked on her target, beginning with gentle flicks in time to my strokes and quickly escalating to almost the same strong technique she had applied to my scrotum. Suddenly Millie gasped and her pussy gripped my cock just as her breathing halted and she shook, still locked in my wresting hold. She had told me that being restrained made her come harder, and this one was a doozy. It triggered a second one a few moments later, and then Erminia gasped as Millie squirted on her face. I looked over Millie's left shoulder to see Erminia chasing down the wetness like she was eating a juicy peach, and perhaps she was, as Millie came again from the tongue work. Damn these two were so beautiful. 

I pulled Millie up a little, away from Erminia's face, and they both gasped and tried to catch their breath like panting dogs. I was about to try to be the big dog, and soon I hoped to panting too. I released Millie from my hold and pushed the two women onto each other, head to tail. "Eat each other's pussies until I decide which one to fuck!"

I was totally just moving forward with what turned me on, but I may have found a wonderfully technique, for like Suzanne, they responded like never before. They dove into each other and each did their best to get the other one off first. It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen, and they were both quickly successful, too. 

I grabbed Erminia by the hips and pulled them up so I could fuck her doggy style. Millie must have been totally in synch with me, because she instantly turned and slipped her head between Ermie's legs, suddenly enjoying a perfect close up view of her pussy and what was about to happen to it. 

"Slave! Concentrate completely on gripping me and pleasing me with your pussy. If you even think about anything else you will be punished!"

Ermie groaned way deep down in her throat. I positioned my cock just at the entrance to her now dripping pussy, realizing that I was about to fuck her for the first time. I was hearing her Suzie notes like never before either, and they sounded great, with still no hint of guilt or hesitation. Once again on autopilot, I paused and began to spank her, in time to the rhythm that I planned to penetrate her in. She tolerated it, concentrating on my pleasure and not hers, just as she should. But it had unexpected benefits, as Millie was driven crazy by the sight and sounds of Ermie clenching with the sound of each solid spank reverberating through her ass and thighs. Millie was envious – she wanted to be the one getting spanked and queued up to be fucked. All in good time, my dear, all in good time.

Finally I entered Ermie almost full depth with my first stroke. She was hot and wet and her Suzie sang in exultation. She wanted more: she wanted all I could give her. I did my best. So did Millie and I felt her tongue moving all over us like a hummingbird dosed with Dexedrine. I was in John Henry land again, stroking away like a machine as Erminia was racked with her first orgasm. She froze almost in rictus, and then drew in a huge breath.

"Concentrate on gripping my cock slave!" She bore down on me with all her might, and suddenly came again, her Suzie singing sweet jazz with a desperate downbeat. She was now guilt free, and she was an animal, a beautiful animal! I grabbed the front of her thighs and got even further into her, just letting my pure animal lust out without any thought to her pleasure. It turned out to be the gentlemanly thing to do. She came again, now three times total in rapid succession, and I felt her juices dripping down my thighs and onto Millie's face. Millie didn't miss a drop. Erminia's breath came in sobs.

I turned her over again so that she was lying in the middle of the wide chaise with Millie and me on either side of her, and slipped her left leg up and over mine so I could stay inside her. She sobbed and cried as Mille tried to kiss her tears away. I kissed the side of her face and her neck. Millie was crying almost as hard as she was. 

"I suppose I should yet punish you, slave, for losing your concentration on me and having so many orgasms, while I haven't had one yet!"

Millie looked alarmed, but then she saw the wide grin on my face.

"But I can't fault your performance, as it was very pleasurable for me."

Ermie smiled and giggled. 

"But I am going to fuck you now again, and I want you to grip me with that slave pussy for all you are worth until I come in you." Her eyes got big. So did Millie's. "And after I shoot some in you, I am going to finish up in your mouth and you are then going to suck me dry, do you understand?"

She got a bemused expression on her face remarkably like Lara's when she was being dominated and liked it. "Yes, Master. I will do my best to please you!"

Millie's eyes sparkled. "And you, Mistress Millicent, will rim my ass as I come, and then clean Erminia out for me!"

Erminia's expression was a priceless mixture of shock and excitement. But her Suzie was not shocked, at all. It was singing in the shower, reverberatingly ready for some action. I slipped out of her and repositioned myself on top, missionary style. I spread her legs wide and high with my knees and entered her slow and deep, watching her face all the way. She smiled up at me with wide eyes and flared nostrils. Now that was the picture they should have run on the cover of Bella or The Tattler!

I accelerated my pace as quickly as possible, doing nothing but trying to get myself off as quickly as I could. She smiled like a predatory cat, and a very beautiful one at that. Millie did a little improvisational routine of her own, clamping her mouth onto one of Ermie's nipples and sucking it, and using one hand to caress my ass. With that kind of help, it didn't take me long.

"Grip me, now!"

Erminia bore down on me for all she was worth, and I felt my flood waters flow. After two deep squirts, I pulled out and shoved myself into her mouth, and she sucked me down like she was born to do so. She nursed my cock hungrily, and I was suddenly spent and ecstatically empty. I lay back and watched Millie watching her, then sliding down to clean out that freshly fucked pussy. Erminia's eyes stayed locked to mine as Millie slowly kissed her way over her breasts and abdomen as she worked her way down. As Millie's head disappeared below her waist, Ermie's eyes got wider than saucers. She mumbled something in Italian, and then shook her head from side to side, having one more massive orgasm as Millie finished her task. Millie always was very thorough. 

We lay there and cuddled for a while, and then we all got in the shower and washed each other. I developed a fascination with Ermie's newly liberated and washed ass, which was convenient since she was preoccupied with eating Millie's pussy again. When she had had enough, we hugged each other again and began to dry off.

"Erminia, your training is now complete. You know what you like and you like what you know, don't you? You know what Sapiento likes, and you can give it to him easily. Now you must go and teach him what you like, so he can give it to you. Be completely honest about what you want, that's the key, and concentrate on pleasing each other."

She smiled beatifically. "Without the guilt, I think I will like almost everything, although I am going to ask him to kiss my ass in the shower like you did a few minutes ago. How can we ever thank you?"

"You already have. Watching you come alive and come again like that was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. It makes me proud to be a man!" Not to mention that Brujo had fixed me up with that research report that could earn me a lot of commission plan credit with Barry Fermy. 

"I am going to be with Sapiento now! You two are always welcome here, and anything that you ask of us will be done, anything, do you understand me? You can stay as long as you like here, and then the drivers will take you home." She slipped her dress back on and headed upstairs, the guards opening the door for her at the top of the stairs as she approached. When it closed, I closed the door to the salon again, and grabbed Millie.

This would be my last 'shot' at her, so to speak, so I wanted to make it count. The red chaise lounge had a few hidden features, including some silk restraints that were attached to it underneath the corners. It also had the ability to fold in some interesting ways: in this case, I could move the middle and either end up or down, so that Millie's lovely young body could be positioned in any way I desired. I put her on her back, with her legs up and held apart by the restraints, with her middle elevated and her head down, just dropping over the edge of the chaise cushion. She responded to being restrained as she usually did: her nipples got hard, her chest got red and flushed, and her breathing accelerated. A hint of her lovely fragrance found my nostrils, and life was good. Her Suzie sang a song of need: she needed to be treated roughly and painfully, and then finally brought off to her release. But I would gently tease her first.

I took my time looking her over. Had it only been a few weeks ago when I spotted this one, after being introduced to her via, of all people, my wild and crazy roommate, Kevin K. Kretzman? She had helped me rescue Lara's purloined image from the AGs, and deftly settled an old score of her own along with it, proving a trustworthy ally and very effective leader. In the process, I learned that she was wicked smart and highly interesting, and my only talent told me she was also smoking hot inside that polished but reserved exterior. She faced her inner desires forthrightly and honestly, and explored them fearlessly. She bonded with Lara and Suzanne in a way I still couldn't fully understand, and that told me a lot, too. She was also a tremendously talented lover, and I loved her, but I wasn't in love with her, and she told me that before I even admitted it to myself. She also told me I was in love with both Lara and Suzanne before I was willing to accept it. And I cleverly introduced her to Jay Kincaid, who she was probably going to end up with in the long run. How dumb was that, Robbie?




My Only Talent Ch. 23



Her Suzie signal growled and grew impatient as I watched her. I felt tenderness and growing lust simultaneously. I began to gently touch her shoulders, hinting at what I wanted to do to her breasts, but restraining myself from doing it yet. I thought about what I knew about her, and how best to please her one final time.

"Millie, you know how much I care about you, and how wonderful I think you are. But this is our last time together, and I am afraid I am just going to use you like an animal to get myself off. No mercy for you slut! I own you tonight."

Her Suzie soared. I knew I was doing the right thing for her. Millie needed to be owned sometimes, she needed to be taken. I was detecting a trend here: just do what I wanted to get myself off, and that seemed to get my girls off best too. What a happy coincidence! I felt in control, on top. Then she gave me the ultimate version of her hot but haughty look, and it made a direct connection from her eyes to my dick. I wasn't really in control, nature was, and the programming was hard wired. Oiler, during one of our late night philosophy sessions at UDP, which I did sober compared to everyone else's being equipped with substantial alcoholic inhibition reduction, told me that some of his biomedical engineering buddies theorized that the brain was one big FPGA, or Field Programmable Gate Array. After he had explained to me what that was, he said that the latest and most advanced ones, instead of being fully volatile and therefore completely re-programmable, had a lot of stuff built in that couldn't be changed in the field. Some section of my hard wired routines must have contained something like 'when you see a look like that from a female, go into a complete lust crazed rut' and that program soon overcame all others. 

Luckily I had teased her for quite a while before that, and maybe that look said her patience for foreplay was exhausted, but at any rate I felt almost like a spectator from then on, watching a crazy monkey take a female. I squeezed her teats so hard they turned red, but that made her nipples get totally hard and her Suzie squealed with delight. I pushed my cock into the pink valley between them and then used my hands to crush them against my cock, and then fucked them like some spastic Bonobo playing with fruit. But Millie amazed me again: she pushed down hard with her neck and managed to get her lips and tongue in contact with my cock, then looked up at me hot and haughty and locked her eyes onto mine. Holy Toledo! She was my racial memory ultimate female, and I lost all semblance of reserve or judgment. I even forget to use my Suzie receiver to listen for a non verbal safe word should I go too far. But somehow with Millie, I knew I couldn't go too far. If anything, I was worried that her last memories of me would be too tame.

I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and savagely fucked her mouth like she was a blowup doll I had just bought at the XXX toy store. She loved it. I pushed myself down her throat and forced her to fight for breath so hard she almost passed out. She loved it even more. I popped out of her mouth and slammed into her pussy with no warning, just as deep and hard as I could. She groaned and pushed her hips up against the restraints, wanting more. I twisted until all my weight seemed to rest on her mons pubis; she gaped and then smiled, as if to say "is that all there is?"

I put my arms up over her head on the top of the chaise lounge, and did lunging abdominal crunches into her like a machine. She came three more times in rapid succession, and each one sent a Suzie blast that reverberated through my brain like fireworks going off beside my head and inside a garbage can. My monkey went strictly with the basics - I just fucked her like an animal. Racial memory must still be in effect, because all I could think of was planting my seed just as far up inside her as I could. Was it territorial? Was I marking her before she went off with Jay's 'tribe'? Whatever it was, it was going to take a while, it seemed. I felt like John Henry on psychiatric hospital meds – dull and insensate - not feeling much at all. I made eye contact with Millie, and her hot and haughty look had changed to worried and surprised. Nice Robbie was now animal Robbie. What big teeth you have, grandma! 

She came again and big smile broke out on her face. Being fucked like an animal was just fine with her. She put both hands on my ass cheeks and began caressing them. She put her lips to my ear and said "You do own me right now Robbie, but you have to seal the deal by coming way up inside me!" and then bit my neck. I have never liked vampire stuff, but I liked that. Something was beginning to stir, and suddenly my whole brain was concentrating on nothing but the sensations from my dick. It seemed to swell at the end, like when a dog got locked into a bitch even when they turned their backs on each other. 

"Right there Robbie, right there. Let loose in me!" I could never refuse a lady. Sweet little Millie could take also everything I could manage, just as effortlessly as big Peggy did. When my wits returned, I kissed her and told her how wonderful she was. We took an exhausted shower together, washing only. There was nothing else to do or say. I was going to have to talk to Jay Kincaid though, about not letting his inhibitions hold him back when it came to Millie, and to Millie's coming.

The limo driver had already called for a second vehicle, for me, and since my stuff was much easier to move than Millie's. We had one almost chaste little kiss, and then two reciprocal hand waves through the windows. It was late enough for her driver to take the ramp onto Interstate 35 to reach Houston with little traffic delay, and he speed south and the took the overpass to go east to Ben White Blvd, which became Highway 71, and that would take them to Millie's home in River Oaks in just over two hours. My driver followed, confusing me at first, but then we went past the airport and turned north onto the 130 toll road and we were soon wending our way north at 85 mph+, seeing less than six other cars in the next 20 minutes. Georgetown flashed by as we merged into Interstate 35, and I felt almost wistful a few minutes later about not stopping in Salado to shop. 

I was considering a nap when my phone buzzed an alarmed reminder from my last 'to do' list item for today - to contact Saskia with my 'cover story' about my digestion to hopefully make her turn loose of the puzzle of my energy consumption and thus my potential usefulness as a physiological experiment and anatomical curiosity. It was almost midnight, and I had no idea where she was, but I decided to call her anyway. She answered on the first ring, and I heard a background of road noise.

"Hello, Roberts. I assume you are so anxious to start your training so you are calling for some pre-semester workout suggestions?"

"No beautiful, but I am anxious to see you again." Did the road noise change, or was that her taking in a big breath? "I am calling to tell you that Asa Weltschmerz confirmed most of your test results, but he thought of one more simple but unlikely thing and that turned out to explain my anomaly."

She drew in a breath, then "Your digestion!"

"Bingo! It seems I am missing some of the normal digestive enzymes and their absence causes some foods to pass through me largely undigested, thus leaving lots of calories 'on the table' to put it politely. He sent me to see some weirdo called "Doctor Dee" and I have several supplements to take and some special yogurt to eat that is supposed to fix me up in two weeks or so. So I will be ready for the hottest personal trainer in Texas when classes start again and you may sculpt me as you will."

I thought I heard the smile in her voice that she was trying to suppress, but then her tone turned desperate. "If I ever decide to come back at all! Arturia Colorado makes me want to pull the covers up over my head and stay home. She makes me ashamed to say the word science. But she has me over a barrel by holding out on making me co-author of at least 4 papers that I have done most of the work on. If I leave my post doc with no pubs everyone will think I am a loser! So I am a loser, stuck working for that evil bitch until those paper get published." 

"It sounds like you are driving somewhere?" I offered, trying to change the subject.

"Yes. I just passed through Fort Stockton on the way to my parent's house in El Paso for my annual Christmas visit and unmarried daughter period of penance. I am the only one of four daughters still unwed, and my mother takes that as a personal challenge."

"Do I detect the odor of Mom's arranged blind dates calling for you over Christmas?" 

"Yes, and she is really terrible at it. Not only are they usually personally repulsive, but by any objective criteria they would be terrible husbands and fathers, and likely sire defective grandchildren, if they could produce any at all. I am not sure what she is thinking."

"Well, each time you are forced to endure an evening with one of these guys, just imagine that I am waiting to ravish you when you get home to your bedroom."

She was silent for a long time. Did I offend her?

Saskia could not speak right now. She had been fantasizing about Robbie taking her at night for about a week now. But she could never, ever tell him what she really wanted, and he would never figure it all out on his own. Even if he knew, he might not be willing. She finally made herself banter back at him. "I already have nightmares about blind dates anyway. No need to make it worse." She forced a giggle. 

An image suddenly popped into Robbie's head unbidden. Was this another one of his hunches? "Actually, beautiful, if you went on a blind date with me, I would wait until we got back to your place, and then I would blindfold you! He hung up.

Saskia almost drove off the side of Interstate 10 at 80 mph. What the hell made him say that? Oh God, that just made it even worse! She forced her concentration onto the road, and on reaching her family's home in Coronado Hills.

I must have fallen asleep after talking to Saskia, and I had a very colorful dream. Millie was on "Meet the Press" being questioned by that grey headed guy that looked gay but supposedly wasn't. I had trouble telling him apart from the other grey haired news guy that tried not to act gay but supposedly was. Not that it made any actual difference to me. In my dream, Millie was on the show and on the spot. 

"Is it true that you had college orgies with dozens of men and women at the same time?"

"No, of course not."

"But you have been with more than one person at a time?"

Millie smiled. "That would hardly qualify as an orgy, David, but that question has been asked and answered. How about you? I hear some wild rumors about you."

"I'm not the subject of this program. Is it true your husband likes to watch you having sex with other men?"

"No. Aren't you projecting a little here, David?" 

"What the hell do you mean by that?" He was shouting now and hardly in control of the conversation. Point to Millie.

"Calm down, David. You should 'open up' and reveal more of your fantasies to your audience. It makes you seem so much more 'approachable' eh, David?"

"You stupid cunt!" He lunged for her throat in the dream as I was awakened by the rapid motion of the car. 

The driver had almost missed the right exit from 35 to the Tollway, making a dash all the way across the freeway from the far left lane, where he had been traveling well above the speed limit at this now early morning hour. He had to slow a bit to negotiate the narrow overhead ramp, and then he accelerated again on the toll way, where the few cars around us were also traveling at 85 mph or more. We were now less than 30 minutes from my house. Soon the porch lights of Alley's house were burning brightly off to our left as we passed by Preston Road and continued on into the long single lane driveway of my folk's new place.

Eldee and the other dogs were the only ones awake when I let myself in. She took one look at me and snorted. I get it, old girl. No Nora, no Lara, and no Suzanne. I was disappointed in myself too. She plopped down in her spot near the base of the stairs, grudgingly acknowledging that I was still family and just barely worthy of guarding: otherwise she would have shown me her rump and gone up to Grandma's room. I dragged my stuff up to my old room, discovering that my mom had already claimed a corner of it for storage of some of her sewing stuff. I thought of that Thomas Wolfe book from Rhetoric and Composition, and then crazy Sarah, the hot but obsessed brunette that had kept the dogs so worked up. Sleep beckoned.

But the short nap in the limo had messed up my sleep cycle, and I was now wired, as everyone else slept throughout the house in complete silence. I pulled out my laptop and started through the big document from Sapiento, which was now to be my textbook until classes started again. You never can tell what would prove useful, and I might not have time on the trip to look stuff up. The thing was chock full of factoids, but I used my 'teach the class' routine to try to put it all in context. Sapiento and Brujo had multiple perspectives: some companies were potential takeover targets which they wanted to be available cheap, some were direct competitors that they wanted to die off, and some were suppliers or customers that they wanted to prosper. The consultants had not only analyzed them individually, but in combination and competition with each other. 

The report was dry and boring on the surface, but when you realized the stakes and the number of people's lives that would be affected by the potential scenarios that were being described it did get a lot more interesting. I reminded myself to take the perspective of being their potential insurer: which ones would I be glad to ensure, and which would keep me up at night worrying about them, and which risks should I be certain never to undertake. It drew me in, especially when it got to the detailed discussion of Abelard Peter's Tier Group, and what their prospects were: high risk and high return. Brujo was penciling them in to become a big supplier to Sapiento's companies. One conclusion that I could already draw – the consultants were saying that the energy business was changing in a big and irreversible way over the next few years. The US shale boom was driving prices down in the near US markets, and threatening the traditional cartel suppliers, most of whose economies were 'one trick ponies' that could only sell oil. China and Japan had little choice but to important oil, Europe could import oil, gas, or LNG, and the Americas had all sorts of options. Renewable energy sources like photovoltaic panels had driven down demand for electricity used in homes and offices, and shaved peak demand some, but had not changed industrial energy needs or base load demand much. Some big bets were about to be made, and cashing in would require some huge construction projects for oil pipelines and tanker terminals, LNG tankers and terminals, and new refineries that could take several feed stocks and be rapidly re-configured for multiple outputs. Tier group was going to have lots of bids and lots of projects, and huge billings. The key was to pick the customers who could finish the projects and operate them long enough to pay the bill. The losers would either run out of money or run out of political power before they could pay. 

Before I knew it, the morning sun was flooding into the eastern window, and I heard Grandma going down the stairs, which meant that some of the world's greatest breakfast stuff was in the offing. I took a quick shower and went down to the kitchen in a pair of jeans and a grey Longhorn tee shirt. The smells hit me halfway down the stairs: bacon and buttermilk pecan pancakes for breakfast as expected, but now also the unique smells of the preparation of our traditional holiday tamales. Masa, chopped walnuts, pecans, currants, raisins, Bing cherries, cinnamon, Ancho chile peppers, chocolate, and Mexican vanilla put me under their spell. She usually made about ten different varieties and put them out on a schedule of a few new ones each day as Christmas approached. We had a ritual: I would offer to help, and she would refuse but assure me I could have some when they were ready. Eldee looked on from her little matt under the half desk in the kitchen that housed a landline telephone, cookbooks, and boxes of recipe cards. No one else had ventured out of their room yet.

"Good morning, Robbie. I was hoping you would bring Nora, or Lara, or...." She let it hang, waiting for me to respond. Eldee growled. 

"I tried, Grandma. Nora is in the Bahamas with her whole 'famdamily', and I won't even get to see her in London when I am there before Christmas, so I will have to hope that I can catch up with her on my after Christmas trip. Lara and her dad are in Colorado for Christmas, and Suzanne is visiting her father and mother in DC. Millie is going home to Houston, where Jay Kincaid and his family are going to visit them for Christmas. It turns out their grandfathers are old oil field arch rivals, so that should make for an interesting visit. I am hoping to see my bird watching girlfriend, Peggy, who has now moved to London to take a job there, but our schedules may not line up."

She laughed, like she used to do when six year old Robbie would tell her his troubles. "You poor, poor, pitiful little mistreated boy! How do you ever manage to survive? Try to console yourself with some pancakes and bacon." It worked. 

My dad was the next one down, and after a quick breakfast, he took me aside to his study for a long discussion about Nora, my meeting her family, and what to say and not to say, and what questions to ask. I told him about Asa Weltschmerz, the energy balance issue, the x-ray images, and his theory of my only talent. 

"I suppose I knew this day would come." He said. "An army surgeon got very curious about my father's anatomy when he suffered a head wound in World War 2. He advised me not to join up because when they looked at my X-rays, they would either classify me as 4F or send me to some research lab somewhere. That's why I freaked out when you got your head hit on the tennis court. Today's diagnostic imaging stuff is so much better that it is going to get tougher and tougher to stay undercover, so to speak." It suddenly hit me. Nine year old Robbie's comic book dreams had been realized: I was a mutant freak! I wasn't too sure yet about the superhero part. 

Mom came down then and guilt tripped me into accompanying her on a shopping trip. Perfect. Dallas area malls and shopping centers on December 19 were sure to be crowded, with a distinct lack of parking spaces. But if it could keep me distracted and awake until my flight left DFW this afternoon, I could sleep all the way over and then wake up synchronized to London time. 

* * * * *

Carmencita looked up at him, smiled wonderfully across the BBQ joints' rustic table service, but then said "Bullshit!" 

Dwight had anticipated this reaction to his cover identify. He would have been very disappointed in her if she had bought the story. He must now start the dance that the agency requires someone with his clearance and level of access to dance when a relationship 'gets serious'. But before he could speak, she let loose again.

"I spent all my summers growing up on my grandparent's farm, and USDA you are not, my mysterious friend. That laptop, your training, your vocabulary, and that instant shoulder dislocation move last week all say you are not USDA. If you think you love me, why don't you call me back when you think want to tell me the real deal?" 

"Carmencita, I cannot tell you more right now. I have to get permission from my bosses first, and to do that I have to tell them who you are and why you are important to me. I will do that tonight via secure email, and move things forward as quickly as I can. They are going to ask me a big question: do I want to marry this woman? I am going to tell them yes."




My Only Talent Ch. 23



Complete silence. She took a deep breath in, but then didn't let it out. 

"And they are going to say it is not one of these modern 50/50 if it doesn't work out it's no big deal kind of marriages. This is a situation where a marriage that doesn't work is also to the end of my career. Then they are going to do a background check on you: a very, very thorough one. Then they will tell me I can talk to you – with them listening. Do you understand?"

He heard not a word from her, and saw no movement, not even the blink of an eye nor the dilation of a pupil.

* * * * *

Mom sent me off to shop by myself when she wanted to buy something for me, and gave me a list of what I should get for Dad and Grandma. I carried a lot of bags to the car under strict warning not to look inside them. She did give me two nice shirts early so I could take them with me this afternoon and wear them in the UK. When we got back to the house there was a package that had been delivered by courier that contained my passport – I had forgotten about it. Did an American need a passport to enter the UK? It seemed like they let anybody in these days. I flipped through it and saw some extra pages added at the back. What were those? Worry about it later: I just had time to throw some stuff in my carry on and mom took me to DFW. The tickets were waiting at the Admiral's club near gate D23, and the flight was on time, in a big and recently refurbished 747 that still had that new airplane smell. My boarding pass said seat 4B, and that sure sounded like first class to me. I made my way forward and up a level to find that my seat wasn't just a seat, it was a lay all the way back sleeping couch with pillow and blanket, plus it had a shroud around it almost like an Elizabethan collar. There was an individual power outlet, plus in flight Wi-Fi. There were about a dozen other similar seats in my section, so I began to plot my business development targets, as other people also made their way to their seats.

One obvious choice was the guy in 4A just to my left. In his mid-forties, he was wearing a dark grey pinstripe suit, dark blue shirt with white collar and cuffs, a woven black cotton tie, and some of those trendy Italian eyeglasses that have that magnetic catch where they can break apart in the middle. I was not sure how to read that outfit – gambler, gangster, or overpaid accountant? After we introduced ourselves, I decided he must be an accountant for a gangster. We then exchanged business cards, his said "Consulting Accountancy". That makes one business development target down and two to go, Barry. Given the nice seats and captive audience, I might try for a few extra.

Elizabeth Ashcroft Knowles tried to remain calm and collected, her normal mien, but she was hungry, harried, exhausted and sleep deprived. She had received this assignment with no advance notice, just after coming off another one that had lasted almost 6 days, during which she had slept only twice. She was directed to Heathrow and a typical HQ travel desk penny wise and pound foolish dirt cheap Air Canada flight in a bulkhead seat next to a woman with a screaming infant. That flight went to Frankfurt, then Toronto, and then finally took off late for DFW, arriving only 3 hours before she had to turn around and board a flight back to London to engage her target. Her only salvation might be that she was seated in first near her prey on the direct flight back to London, where there would be food and drink, and hopefully the mission parameters would not require that she stay awake for the entire flight. Placing first in Informatics at King's College hardly prepared her for the kind of travel the agency required of her, nor the paramilitary and other tradecraft training she had taken in for six very intense months after her graduation. She had certainly never imagined what her supervisor had described as her first 'critical mission' would start with being chatted up by some eighteen year old spoiled brat yank uni git on an airplane flight from Dallas. 

My mid-cabin 'seatmate' in 4C soon arrived and settled in. She was in her mid-twenties, short, plain, thick black glasses, thick black hair, and underdressed in a loose navy blue suit with white blouse, and at first glance completely uninteresting. The outfit said store clerk, but if she added a red tie, a blue cap, and some makeup she might have been taken for one of the cabin attendants. It was almost as if she deliberately tried to blend in, disappear, and be unremarkable. Then she turned and looked at me and I got a load of her eyes. They weren't just sparkling or active or interesting – they were beautiful little laser light shows – so bright blue that they almost cast a shadow. They danced and scanned and focused briefly and precisely on everything and everyone, including me. My first impression of her as unremarkable was completely shattered. She made those bright eyed girls that delighted me so at the UDP pre-rush gig look like dullards. I was captivated. Was she to be the next validation of my theory that really bright girls are the best lovers? Then a clear and coherent medium strength Suzie signal waxed up out of the noise, from her, for me. It had an interesting overtone of surprise, or even embarrassment. Was that good, or bad? 

I accosted the guy in 3A as he went by, an older gentleman who looked like one of those professors that are 'emeritus enough' to only teach one class every other semester. Sure enough, after the exchange his card said he was a math professor from the University of Connecticut, and an ASA, whatever that was. I just needed to bag one more card, and I figured bright eyes in 4C would be available for a while. I focused on the woman in 5B just behind me. She looked like one of my mom's friends, in her late forties, and very well dressed and made up, like she was just about to have her picture taken. Her card said she was a Mary Kay cosmetics 'consultant', which piqued my interest. My dad, ever the student of selling and sales forces, had studied their methods, and said that there were hundreds of thousands of them out there, and not only did the top 20% percent of them sell 80% of the volume, like most such organizations, but that most of them struggled and sold very little, and only about 100 of them each year made really big dough. Just like realtors. If her jewelry was any indication, she was one of the ones that did very well.

They made the announcements for takeoff and people settled in. There were two cabin attendants for our little section, so the service was very attentive. They started off by serving us hot nuts, which made me think of Peggy – hot, salty, tasty, and effective at whetting my appetite for more. Some almost fresh orange juice quieted my already growling stomach for a moment, but the look I got from bright eyes told me she had noticed the sounds of my struggling digestive system. She declined her nuts and offered them to me, and I ate them, for the protein of course. I thanked her. I decided that I might be willing to offer my nuts to her, later. By the time we were in the air, they were serving wine and veggies with ranch dip. 4C and I were the only ones to decline the wine, and she noticed. 

"Teetotaler, are we?" She had a surprisingly thick British lowbrow accent, so much so that I thought she must have been deliberately exaggerating it. It was thick yet fast, in stark contrast to Nora's educated style. It sounded far worse than the junior college player's production of Pygmalion that I had endured three times in one week late last summer with my mother in support of one of her students. 

"Are you from Hoxton?" I said. Her flashing eyes told me she got the reference to the play, and she was startled that I had made it. Her Suzie signal moved up a notch and I smiled openly at her and continued. "I do abstain from booze, tobacco, and dope. It all just puts me to sleep, anyway."

She smiled in response. "Dallas, eh?" She suddenly sounded a lot more like Nora Upman, or a newsreader on BBC America. 

"Originally, yes, but now attending school in Austin. I gave her my card, and took hers. It read 'Elizabeth Ashcroft Knowles, Systems Analyst, Department for Environment, Food & Rural Affairs.' I smiled "What happened to the Ministry of Agriculture?" 

She smiled a tired smile, apparently having had to handle this one before. "It was DEFRA-tized."

I couldn't resist, and gave her a friendly, good natured leer. "I do hope your specialty is rural affairs. Do I qualify as a country boy?"

She smiled a moment, and then put on a sterner face. "Trade, actually, using information systems to encourage our farmers and growers to buy and sell properly in the world markets. What brings you to London?"

"Mostly business and perhaps I'll have a chance to meet a friend here if our schedules mesh. Is London your home?"

"No. I'm a Gloucestershire girl from Cheltanham, bred and borne, and I visit there often, but my office is in Cornwall. I do travel a lot, both around the country and internationally." 

"I am scheduled almost every minute on this trip until Christmas eve when I fly back, but perhaps on another trip, or if you come to Texas...."

She showed a faint smile, but then said only "Perhaps." The cabin attendant took our veggie with dip dishes and refilled everyone else's wine glass generously. This was a far cry from the peanuts on the more familiar Southwest Flight 213, and my stomach liked this one a lot better. The next course was salad. Not quite as tasty as Strelsa served up last Sunday night, and I was sure the after dinner show would not be nearly as good. 

This young yank was much more interesting than she had any right to expect, and he was treating her the way she had seen men treat beautiful women: attentive, interested in what she said, smiling at her, making eye contact. She was surprised at her own attraction to him. He was young and obviously fit, but no movie star in the looks department himself. She had been disappointed so many times before that she thought she had purged any tendency to take a shine to any male that approached her. But his interest in her felt good, surprisingly good, and seemed genuine, too. But her job was to get more data on why he was here and what he was up to. She wasn't read in on why he had been flagged for investigation in the first place, but most likely metadata had connected him to some interesting parties or unidentifiable phone numbers. Perhaps she would get an update of his recent data to guide her in following up. He certainly had a healthy appetite to go with his growling stomach, and was devouring everything the cabin attendant could bring him. She wondered wistfully about what other appetites he might have, and whether she would ever have occasion to give him her real name. As they brought the main course his arousal was obvious, and she felt flattered and flustered at the same time. Why did that feel so damn good?

On one of her early assignments, posing as an accountancy temp in a company that HQ wanted to investigate, one of the male supervisors had lectured her about the fact that she was expected to spend some time on her knees at his desk at night to keep her weekly hire renewed, remarking with a laugh that a girl as plain as she had best learn how to please a man with her mouth and not with her looks. She had managed to put him off until the end of the week, and arranged things so that when the local constabulary burst in to make the arrests for the restricted technology sales the company was making to certain organizations in the middle east, they found him sitting on the front his desk with his trousers and underpants around his ankles, and a stash of kiddie porn on his office computer. He told them the porn wasn't his, but they said the password certainly was. He insisted that he had been waiting for one of the adult female temps that he was shagging to return from the loo, but the temp worker he named didn't show up on any of the payroll sheets. The supervisor's name was noe prominently featured on the kidshield.eu site these days, though. 

Remembering Strelsa and Suzanne's little Sunday show on the couch had stimulated me, and I had to turn my body to avoid making it too obvious to Bright Eyes when they brought my steak. I arranged the tray for maximum concealment and began to work on the food. Steak, potatoes, and green beans almandine was doing the job for me, and with a little dessert, I could make it all the way to London without needing one of Bob the Knob's sugar and electrolyte jelly envelopes to revive me. I guess I should carry some of those with me just in case. I felt sure I would be able get some toast for breakfast on this flight. Dessert for the evening proved to be a chocolate sundae, with some more of those roasted nuts on top, and I got goofily philosophical about the circle of life and all that jazz. I was probably just a little high from having normal blood sugar levels for a change. Feeling all warm and fuzzy and sleepy reminded me of reading Nora's Suzie signal black box sexual event data recorder in the back of Alley's Suburban, and suddenly I wanted to do a little Suzie sonar snooping of my own on Bright Eyes. I steeled myself to stay awake long enough to listen in on her. But she was casually leafing through the in flight magazine, watching me out of the corner of an eye, as if she wouldn't go to sleep until I did. The cabin attendant conspired against me too, bringing another little pillow and a blanket, and turning down the overhead lights. 

The next thing I knew they were turning up the cabin lights and offering coffee and breakfast, with about 90 minutes to go until we landed. I felt wonderful, and if my time zone arithmetic was right, I had managed to get at least six or seven hours of sleep under my belt. Amazingly, Little Miss Cheltanham in 4C was still asleep. I tuned for her Suzie signal but she woke up and smiled at me before I could read a thing. 

"Good morning, Bright Eyes."

"I beg your pardon? What did you call me?"

I smiled and kept my own council for a while, digging into breakfast like I hadn't eaten in a week. The attendant noticed and brought me seconds, including more toast. Bright Eyes was also very industrious about putting away a good breakfast, although I noticed, like me, she did not drink any coffee. She did feel conversational, though, and took me through what almost sounded like a script – on my studies, my major at the university, my family, my schedule for this trip and where I was going in the UK. She got three or four facts from me for every one she gave up, too, her wonderful eyes flashing and zapping at me. I was sad to see us approaching the airport, but automatically gathered up my stuff and prepared to deplane. 

"May I call you at the number on your card when I return after Christmas?"

"Yes, and I'll get the message even if I don't pick up immediately. And if your schedule fails to 'mesh' with your friend on this trip, perhaps we can talk some more?" She flashed me a wonderful smile, her eyes sparkling with an even greater intensity than I had seen before, and then looked nervously at her phone and immediately wove her way through the aisles like a roller derby jammer, and was almost certainly the first to emerge from the plane. 

The accountant in 4A spoke up. "Working pretty hard for a low return there, aren't you sport?" I looked him a question with my eyes. "I mean, she is young and fit, but she is not much to look at, is she?"

I was amazed. "Did you see her eyes?"

"Yeah, no big deal: blue, but sort of a dull and unremarkable. I am sure she was very flattered that you took such an interest. Your good deed for the day, perhaps?" I just stared at the back of his head as he preceded me out and down to the door. There are none so blind as those who will not see. 

I turned my phone on and found a text from Barry Fermy. It had a fake traveler's name for a sign to be held by a limo driver outside that would take me to the hotel, and he said to relax and synchronize my clock until 7 PM when the same driver would pick me up again and take me to dinner with the group. I knew just who I wanted to relax with! Peggy responded to my text almost immediately. She said she had arranged to play 'nooky hooky' from her museum job for the rest of the day, and was on her way to the hotel, and she was bringing 'urges'. Hallelujah!

Elizabeth Ashcroft Knowles had to get moving and fast. The text waiting on her phone had the lad's hotel information and some recent phone hits that HQ's Bayesian inference bots made some interesting connections with. She had to get to the hotel first and liaise with the surveillance team. When she first started working for HQ, she was amazed that so much of her job involved watching and listening to people being bored in their hotel rooms. She usually hated watching men or women pleasure themselves to release, but she might not mind seeing Robbie do that. She was curious as to how he got onto her radar in the first place, and she put in a request for the 'complete file' which would probably be denied on compartmentalization grounds, but she might get more data of some kind. He was much more interesting than one would expect from a university freshman, especially an engineer. He was staying at Horseguards, a kind of pricey spot, but in a great location. She would check how the room was being paid for. Its major drawback was the number of insufferable MI6 twits and would be droogies that seemed hell bent on conspicuously abusing their expense accounts there. Officially speaking, MI6 was in charge of counter intelligence, which was sort of a 'moronoxy', as everything they did seemed to her to be counter to any concept of intelligence. Some of her more lowly ranked classmates had gone to work for MI6, and were now smugly condescending towards her, believing that she must not have interviewed well, and that she actually worked for DEFRA now. 

I followed the driver with the proper sign to a limo that was some sort of big black sedan that had never seen the streets of the United States, but it worked well enough. The driver was a not the expected movie cliché turbaned Sikh, but a taciturn Brit about my grandmother's age. We went almost all the way around the airport once and then merged into the M4 from the left, which made me nervous, as we were clearly driving on the wrong side of the road. I had heard many horror stories of London traffic, and this was essentially the late morning rush hour, but it did not take that long to reach the hotel. It overlooked the Thames, looking like something out of a Disney movie portraying the late 1800's, and I expected Mary Poppins to sing and fly her umbrella by at any moment. I had done my homework on appropriate tipping, and suffered through a bellman's rehearsed speech about the room and the hotel's services, before giving him a tip that would have bought at least two nice meals back in Austin. 

I hung up my clothes and put my stuff in the bathroom, and had a quick shower and a shave. 

Elizabeth was setup in a transit van outside by the time young Mr. Roberts got to the hotel. She was stuffed into the little truck with three older male techies that placed the bugs, setup the taps on the hotel systems, maintained them, and recorded the 'take'. One often heard calls for the government to do things the "Chinese way" and that would have certainly made their job easier. In the PRC, certain members of the staff of almost any hotel that catered to foreigners were actually employees of the Ministry of State Security, or People's Armed Police, or PLA, or sometimes all three. The newer hotels had dedicated equipment cabinets for permanently installed surveillance gear that could be monitored remotely. Remember to smile when you shave or use the loo, world traveler. 




My Only Talent Ch. 23



A response came back to her request for his full file. HQ and even MI6 were still part of the 'special relationship' with US intelligence agencies, although it was bloody well a lot less special these days. Theoretically they all shared their signals intelligence data and metadata, since the correlation of seemingly unrelated items often yielded surprising conclusions and insights. Practically speaking, some things were redacted, lest they reveal ongoing operations and/or agents or turned assets inside foreign organizations, including each other's. One could often tell a lot by what was redacted and could also read between the lines when obvious data was not included. Although she had not gotten everything, she could tell that Robbie's smart phone had been connected with some folks that were on a criminal watch list, just short of full fledged shoot on sight terrorist types. It was also connected to several other folks who were redacted because they were important insiders on the American side of the pond, although she could not tell exactly who or even what agency they might be with. Plus, there was some kind of watch on his passport, but she couldn't tell who ordered that our why. One of the other passengers that Roberts had spoken to on their flight from Dallas had done some money laundering for the Russian mob, was that the connection? How had young Robbie hooked up with such characters? 

Her techie co-workers were much more enthusiastic about watching their surveillance targets have sex, if just to relieve the boredom. Watching some fat Russian crypto clerk with an old and cheap hooker was better than staring at a blank screen, she supposed. But when highly unusual behavior or a truly attractive woman were observed, there was often much punching of arms and hooting, and the best stories made it around the water cooler, or at least to the next few stakeouts. Recordings seldom were copied, due to the concomitant prison sentence. Some of the stories became apocryphal semi-legends, like the French government official who took on five male hustlers in a room of mirrors one night, or the Member of Lords who spent a night in Whitehall night serving Liberace's member as a highly flexible candelabrum. She heard the snorting and muttering before she looked up in to the monitor to see a spectacularly attractive young woman leaving the elevator on Robbie's floor. If there were any justice, this woman would have a room temperature IQ and the moral compass of a jackal, because she had the looks of a goddess. 

Elizabeth had observed lots of 'sex workers' in her young surveillance career, and could usually stereotype them quickly and bin them into high end call girls, mid range escorts, or low end street hookers, and usually peg how long they had been in the business and when they were due to step down from one class to another or succumb altogether to drug addiction or an STD. This girl was almost too attractive to be a high end call girl: she might have been a model with a dope problem that had just started a 'second career'. She was classically beautiful, fresh and healthy looking, tall and big, with huge natural breasts and a very ample ass right out of a Titian painting and she veritably glowed with vitality. A call girl like that brought a premium price. She was a very, very expensive gift, which meant this young Yank might be hooked up with some very, very bad actors. The tart made her way regally to Robbie's door, head held high and ass swaying, carrying what looked like an overnight bag, and knocked. Elizabeth hated her. The facial recognition suite's first pass yielded no match to local call girls and escorts. Maybe she was new talent brought in from Poland or Hungary? 

Then a passport and visa match popped up: she was an American girl, one Peggy Duchenne, several years older than our Robbie Roberts, and recent honors graduate of ESU in Texas, who had just taken a job as the most junior curator of one of London's finest art museums. Elizabeth knew how just competitive the search for that pearl of an entry level job was: one of her mates from King's college had been reduced to teaching art history part time in a backwater prep school because she could not find such a job in her field. Now Elizabeth hated the big beautiful woman even more.

As I dried off, Betty Boop knocked on my door. I just love a good erotic cartoon. "Robbie? Are you there? Could you help me? Help me out with something? More precisely can you help me out of something? I have urges you know. Urges! Perhaps I could help something out of you?" I let her in post haste. "Oh Robbie, I missed you something awful, and it has only been a few days!"

"I thought about you on the flight over, Peggy. They served toasted nuts as an appetizer, and I thought 'they are warm, tasty, and salty, and they make me want more', just like you do!"

She then affected a 'Gone with the Wind' southern American accent. "Why you silver tongue devil. You turn a girl's head with that sweet talk, but that's just so you can have your way with her, isn't it!"

"That's absolutely true. Guilty on all counts. Why don't you lie down on the bed and tell me about your new job, while I renew a few happy memories."

"You are going to take advantage of me, aren't you?"

"Yes I am."

She smiled seductively. "Well as long as we are completely clear on that point." Peggy spread herself across the very substantial bed, and put her arms up on the big headboard, as if they were restrained there. She certainly was a very substantial young lady. Two of the techies in the van groaned involuntarily. Robbie shucked off his clothes in an instant, and lay down next to her on the bed. Elizabeth was riveted by the sight of Robbie's bare buttocks moving as he adjusted his position on the bed. He kissed the girl for what seemed like forever: first her lips, then her neck and shoulders. Then he began to slowly remove her blouse, kissing each little area tenderly as it was revealed. 

Another groan was heard from the techie types on her left. "That is one tidy package he is unwrapping, eh?" A breathy snort from off to her right was the only answer.

Soon the bra came off, and rather than dive in, he kissed around the edges. The girl put one hand up behind Robbie's head, as if to direct it, but he moved before she could actually touch it to change its position, seemingly doing what she wanted as if there were strings connecting her fingers to his head. Her nipples were spectacularly erect and the size of very small peaches, and looked almost as ruddy and fuzzy. Just before her hand touched his head, his tongue flicked out and just barely touched one. She gasped then groaned. So did two out of the three techies in the van. 

"Oh, yes, Robbie!" She arched her back and her voice changed tone. "Well, about my job. I have a nice office at what I thought was a very good salary, but the cost of living in London is amazingly higher than I thought. I am getting to do what I love every day, but I am also the lowest of the low in the pecking order, so I do the entire gamut of menial tasks and work the longest hours, all over the museum, and seldom in my office. But that also means I am learning the art biz from the ground up. Just looking at some of the items in the collection makes me smile every day. When something new comes in, I am the first one to see it, research it, and to learn about it. She shook her head approvingly. "Oh yeah, um, yum!"

She looked down at the top of his head and smiled. "Do you remember the Greco-Roman poetry manuscript that was donated to ESU?"

Although his mouth was apparently quite full, he said something that sounded like "Uh-huh. Never forget that!"

She smiled even more widely. "Well, besides the interesting applied research I did on you, I finished all my physical examination of the manuscript and wrote a paper on it. It is being published and will look very good on my resume, and I am going to present it in Paris at a conference this spring! Plus that ESU classics professor wants me to write another paper with him after we do more carbon dating and try to tie the content to known historical events." She drew in a slow breath. "Bite them a little harder Robbie."

Apparently he did. She moaned "Yesssss!"

Elizabeth realized she hadn't ever had a conversation this interesting with any man she had dated, much less a nice looking one with such a tightly muscled ass who was actively adoring her breasts so thoroughly. That big cheeky American bitch!

By now he had removed everything but her panties, and was apparently planning to make her come with his mouth before taking them off. He was remarkably efficient at it, and her breath was soon breaking in sobs, accompanied by grunts inside the van. She spread her legs out and held them wide apart so he could put his hands under her knees. She shook and then let out a little scream, and her nipples pulsed as if they were little arterial balloons connected to her beating heart. She reached down and put her legs together briefly and pulled off her panties, and he then glued his mouth to her pussy when she opened them again, making some very appreciating and sloppy guzzling sounds in the process. She shook a little and then slid her hips down a little bit, pushing her pussy strongly into his face. He pushed against her in return, and Elizabeth could visualize his tongue sliding inside her as far as he could manage. She didn't have to visualize the girl's orgasm: she bucked and shook and gurgled in its throes. 

"Oh, Robbie, that's so good! I needed that." She looked up at him adoringly. "Abelard's wife, of all people, is teaching me about the social mores around the museum. She is about 30 years younger than he, which makes her about 20 years older than me; she is very connected to the social scene. She is also one of the major forces in the museum's development and fund raising efforts."

He moved up, presenting what Elizabeth thought an impressive erection to the girl's lips, and she gave it a very warm reception indeed. Elizabeth hoped her three co-workers did not notice that she had opened her mouth involuntarily and licked her lips. The American girl worked on him enthusiastically, and then he withdrew from her and pushed her back down on the bed. He positioned himself above her, poised for penetration. "Do go on, Peggy. What was Mrs. Peter's advice for you?" 

She drew in a breath just before he slammed into her. She used her ample legs to push back against him as he did. "Oh, fuck, Robbie!"

"Your wish is my command dear!" She giggled. Elizabeth now totally despised this evil creature!

"Well she assumed that I...Oh!" She grabbed the headboard for stability and pushed against his thrusts with all her might, ensuring maximum penetration, and bouncing the bed violently. "She assumed that ... I wanted to make a career of the museum, but that I also wanted to be, shall we say, 'very sexually active'."

He smiled down at her. "You are certainly doing that, Peggy. You are literally rocking my world!"

She smiled back and kept up her rhythm. "She told me I could fuck around with artists and models and students all I wanted, but to stay clear of other museum staff, donors, and people in government. If I had a relationship with any of those types, it should be carried out as if it was being videotaped constantly."

"I am certainly glad to be a student!" 

She smiled widely again. "We are certainly making quite a videotape here this morning, aren't we?"

"Too fucking right!" said the tech on Elizabeth's right hand side. Suddenly Robbie accelerated his rhythm and then paused briefly as the girl shook with an obvious orgasm, raking her nails on his back and buttocks. He started in on her again, and she came again in a few more minutes. Elizabeth's eyes were glued to his butt as he pumped in and out. Then he jumped up and turned the big girl over on the bed, and pulled her hips up with his hands. 

"Robbie?" the girl said, coming through very clearly on the monitor is the van "You have always been honest with me. Will you tell me the truth now?"

"Always Peggy, you know that!"

"Are you going to kiss my ass?" She sounded like she was pouting. "I don't mean just a few little kisses on the cheeks, but rather I mean will you really get in there and go for it?"

He laughed. "Do you remember the first time we were together?"

"Yes!"

"Do you remember the last time?"

"Yes!"

"Do you remember all the times in between?"

"Yes."

"And what did I do then?"

"You kissed it like I always dreamed someone would!"

"So trust me baby. I adore every lovely square millimeter of your marvelous ass. Do you remember what I did after I kissed it?"

"Oh, Yes!"

He kneeled down on the bed behind her and began to gently kiss her buttocks. She shamelessly lowered her shoulders down to the bed, spread her legs a bit, and pushed her ass up higher towards him. 

One of her techs groaned again. "Luvvly-jubbly, that is!"

He stopped kissing her butt and cupped his hand hear it. "You are a very naughty girl, aren't you? Shamelessly asking a gentlemen like me to kiss your ass!" He spanked her, pretty smartly.

Elizabeth suddenly heard her own pulse pounding in her ears. She could not breathe. She actually felt herself actively getting wet. She spoke without even thinking about it. One of the techs did too, and they said it in unison: "Smack it!" No one looked about in the van. No one wanted to admit what had just happened.

On the monitor, Robbie was not the least bit inhibited. He continued to smartly spank that wondrous ass and it got red and the girl's breathing got very loud and very ragged. Robbie spoke slowly and seductively to her. "Oh, Peggy! I just can't resist your bounteous butt when it's all red and warm. He used his hands now, not to spank, but to gently caress and separate her buttocks, tenderly kissing them.

Elizabeth wasn't sure she would respond positively to having her butt described as "bounteous', but in any case, kissing it as enthusiastically as Robbie was would certainly go a long way toward making it better. He smacked, and sucked, and licked, and muttered to Peggy about how pretty it was. Then he clearly spread her cheeks and plunged his tongue into her ass – there was no mistaking that angle of approach. Peggy moaned, sounding almost inhuman. Elizabeth realized she had just bitten her own tongue. 

After a few more moments of fervent ass kissing, Robbie moved up and knelt behind the now frantic girl on the bed. "I hope you are ready for me, Peggy, because I am certainly ready for you." He moved up next to her and entered her pussy doggy style. "Don't be alarmed sweetheart, that's just a quick stroke to pick up a bit of your lovely lube. You know what my real target is!" He pulled back, and pulled himself up a little taller while still on his knees behind her, and then poised with his cock just touching her anus.

"Bloody hell!" exclaimed two of the techies, while Elizabeth hadn't the breath to speak, and then Robbie slowly moved into the girl. He tucked his chin under her neck and whispered to her. He picked up his pace and his depth. Only a few of his words came through the speakers: "hot ass", "wonderful", "squeeze me" and a few undecipherable phrases. The girl's words were few and far between, but loud and clear: "fuck", "ass", and "yes, yes!" The girl moved her hips back to get more and Elizabeth was astounded as they moved in almost perfect unison to give it to her. They came together, amazingly, to a chorus of grunts and groans inside the van. She was not sure she had not contributed. Through her accelerated breathing and hormonal storm, she found herself wondering intellectually: just how long had these two been together, anyway? 

He finally rolled off of her and gathered her in his arms, kissing her face and laughing. "How about some room service, Peggy my dear?"

"Isn't that what I just had?" She laughed at her own joke. "Actually, Robbie, I want you to take me to tea!"

It certainly was already early afternoon. Time sure flies when you are having Peggy. Robbie had endured a few high teas as both his grandmothers had tried to instill some 'high-falutin' manners in him. He supposed a five star hotel in London would serve one at least as classy as the Adolphus or The Rosewood Crescent back home. "OK, but if all they serve are those little finger sandwiches, they had better have a whole passel of them, ma'am. Somebody has made me very hungry." He smiled. "But I cannot tolerate clotted cream!"

He luckily had his grandmother's recommended outfit for winter tea packed with him: navy blue blazer and dark grey slacks, and his mother had supplied a muted pink Nordie's dress shirt from their shopping trip yesterday. He would be the ever casual American and dispense with a tie. It was grey and cold outside, do the tea would certainly be held inside at this time of year. Peggy added a dark grey and very demure jacket looking thing over her low cut light grey dress, but he could still be pretty confident that few of the women and none of the men would be looking at him. They rode down in the elevator and Robbie kept his hand on the small or her back possessively. She beamed at him like she had at the cabrito restaurant in Austin when he made it plain to her that he wanted everyone to know she was with him, and she had done likewise. They were seated quickly, despite the lack of reservations, and as Robbie perused the menu, he was able to eliminate all of the champagne choices. He did not notice the forty-something gentleman that was seated near them a few minutes later, nor that his briefcase sitting the chair beside him was oriented so that the little hole in it was pointing at their table. 

The waiter took note of his growling stomach, and inferred a special selection was required, and put together a combination of smoked salmon on toast squares, cinnamon scones, and the inevitable finger sandwiches, along with some orange juice and some very nice hot tea. There were a lot of those little sandwiches, and he could only identify the contents of about half of them, but they were quite filling by the time he approached the two dozen mark. They waiter barely gave Robbie a sideways glance as he brought Robbie a third plate of sandwiches, earning himself a nice tip, and Peggy had a little salmon, but then marveled at each of the delicate little pastries she tried. Robbie thought they were much nicer than Bob the Knob's electrolyte laced jelly envelopes would have been, and they finally silenced his stomach. His brain was now main lining the glucose. The scones were not as good as his grandma's, but then they didn't have access to the pecan crop that she did, either. If the football games he had attended with Lara's dad's company entourage were any indication, dinner tonight would be very late in the evening, and after a lot of cocktails were put away, so he was glad to fill his hollow leg now.

Peggy was very much at ease here and carefully scanned the salon for interesting people. "Mostly tourists today, it looks like."

"Are you scanning for museum donors?"

She cleared her throat. "Well, yes, but also just for interesting people in general. While you are off at dinner, I have to attend a donor reception at the museum. The more junior you are, the more important it becomes for you to schmooze potential donors. Abelard's wife told me it is an unwritten rule that you have to recruit and bring new donors to the museum to move up the management hierarchy."

"Sounds just like ESU!"

"Do you know where you are going tomorrow, Robbie?"

"Well, sort of. A pickup outside the hotel at 6 AM, followed by a tour of some construction sites, supposedly including one in the North Sea, and then Abelard's company headquarters in someplace called Watford. I don't know how long all that will take."




My Only Talent Ch. 23



"Watford is in Herts not that far from here, about an hour by car, but the North Sea certainly is a different proposition! So there is no telling what time you might get back to London?"

"Not that I know of, and I think there is another dinner planned tomorrow night. I'll let you know the schedule as soon as I do."

"Well, it's really not a problem. I am going to get a few hours of sleep in my flat tonight, and then go into the museum early to work on the new intakes and my inventory update. I'll either be there or with you. I want my masters to know that I am dedicated to my profession, but a girl needs some relaxation, and I don't want to miss a minute of your being here that I don't have to. Just let me know?"

They finished up their tea and made their way back to Robbie's room. When they closed the door, Peggy put a finger to her lips to stop what Robbie was about to say, and spoke as Betty Boop again. "You have helped me discover some things about myself, Robbie. My urges." She smiled seductively and knelt down before him. 

"When you take me to high tea, and act like you are proud to be seen with me, and all those people see me with you, it makes me feel, it makes me feel...."

"Good?" he asked. 

"Bad!" She said. "Like the bad girl I really am!" 

They spent the next two hours completely entangled, and the surveillance team almost got neurotransmitter fatigue watching them. Elizabeth, in part to distract herself, had begun to run some correlations on what they had overheard at tea. The most likely "Abelard", in fact the only one she could find any connection to with that first name, was a certain Mr. Peters who was on the board of the museum where the girl worked, and also the Chairman of Tier Group, a giant multinational construction firm based in the UK. Quite a coincidence: she dispatched some HQ bots to crawl on those connections for a while. 

Peggy showered and changed into another outfit. It was cut like a 'basic black dress' but designed for a woman with Peggy's very ample figure, and it was a deep dark purple, not black. It had a conservative and relatively high neckline, but was cut to emphasize her breasts, and Robbie found himself, despite his recent wonderful familiarity with them, with a desperate desire to see that high neckline drop a little lower. She departed for her reception in a London cab, just as the same old Brit driver showed up again on Whitehall Court and I got in and said hello with no response. We made a quick circle around the hotel and then drove along the north side of the river for a while, passing a cluster of tall buildings on the left, and then approached what looked like a sizeable bend in the river. After going around a landscaped circle (the wrong way on the wrong side!) he pulled up at a Four Seasons hotel that looked remarkably like some of the apartment buildings near the river in Austin. The driver spoke, for the first time, and said "Westbury Circus, Quadrato restaurant." (I had, at that instant, hoped it would therefore prove to be 33% better than Trio at the Four Seasons in Austin, which I had been to with Lara and her father. It was not.) He added that he would pick me up again at ten, at this same entrance. I went in, found the place, and was shown to small private dining room. Barry Fermy waved at me through the open door. 

* * * * *

It was a sunny early afternoon in central Texas, and there was a very uncomfortable silence in the car as Carmencita drove Dwight to the airport in San Marcos, where he said he would be picked up. By one of those lavish USDA jets, huh? She had almost told him take the shuttle to San Antonio, but he said the pilot preferred San Marcos for a quick landing and pickup. For all she knew, he might be full of crap and would be taking a cab to the bus station just after she left the FBO. She had met and picked up several patients who arrived in air ambulances here before, and she knew there were only two places a private plane could be coming to. One was big and fancy, with lots of pretty private jets and small prop planes, and the other one was big and plain, with lots of big military looking planes and people hanging around. 

Dwight had heard back from his bosses almost instantly, but they responded only with instructions for his pickup at a local FBO, and some recognition and read back codes to exchange with the pilot before he got on the plane, alone. When they arrived at the FBO, he saw the aircraft – one of the little four-seaters that even he had to duck his head in. But he was still surprised they even sent a jet for just him – usually he was booked two stop commercial in a middle seat going to BWI while the bigwigs went to DCA. 

Carmencita had to admit it was a private jet, with no discernible markings other than a tail number, but it was very small, and it looked brand new. Dwight tried to kiss her but she turned her head. "I will be in touch as soon as I can" he said stoically, and then he went up the little fold down air stair, which immediately folded up. The door closed and the jet rolled briskly onto the runway and took off like a little rocket, there apparently being not too much traffic to be ground controlled at San Marcos. But it did seem to her that as the aircraft climbed and turned off the runway heading it turned west, not east. What really was the deal with this guy?



My Only Talent Ch. 24



Chapter 24

DC Dom, CO Mom, and EGLC Bomb? 

Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. The delay in posting this chapter and perhaps the next few may be ascribed to some unexpected turbulence and travel in the author's recent schedule.

Suzanne Pliskin was bored. Suzanne Pliskin was horny. That was a very difficult combination to deal with. She had been fine for the first 24 hours, swapping stories with her parents and catching up on some sleep. Their new DC house was very nice -- two year rental with a one year renewal option -- right in the heart of Georgetown, easy walking distance to her father's new security think tank office on N Street NW, and with enough room for her mother to entertain in the style to which she was determined to become accustomed. Living in one place for two whole years was one of her mother's dreams. It even had the right kind of DC history, having been built for a long ago mayor, and a very impressive set of trees framing a white painted brick façade with black ironwork balconies. What could not be seen from the street was even more impressive: a host of highly upgraded security features, a secure and hidden off street three car garage abutting a long, narrow and very well wired alley and a third floor observation deck with spectacular views of the capitol skyline. The house's owner, who had inherited the house from his grandfather, was an 'old, old money' major political donation bundler for the current administration, and had thus been made ambassador to one of those small European tax haven countries with no security concerns but lots of nice parties. He was going to be spending very little time in DC for the next three years, and having the desirability and security of your ancestral home blessed off by an international eminence like 'Ambassador" Pliskin was a major status symbol. Pliskin didn't bundle for anybody, and always got assigned to those countries with very few nice parties but many heavy security concerns, and was either respected or feared by almost everyone that mattered in DC and most of the world's capitols, and intelligence and Foreign Service people who worked with him always seemed to get promoted faster than the ones who didn't. 

Suzanne was scheduled to go to some of the more interesting events with her parents over the holidays, but had begged off on most of the stuffy receptions and evening parties. Her normal schedule at ESU was so busy she never had time to get bored, especially since she met Robbie, not to mention Lara and Millie. She had turned off that part of her that got horny after Mike's devastating injury, and left it turned off for more than two years, again until she met Robbie. He woke her up, in several ways, but he was in Texas, or by now maybe off to London, and she was still stuck in DC with her parents. It would certainly be more fun to be with Robbie in London and help him to further their jointly fantasized and regrettably delayed seduction of Nora Upman. 

She wasn't sure when the idea to run the personal ad struck her. Normally she would dismiss it as nonsense: such ads never stayed anonymous in the real world, and meeting someone that way was a security nightmare, even if they turned out to be just as advertised, which they seldom did. While young Robbie was getting dinner table lessons from his Dad about sales and business, young Suzanne was hearing about honey traps, dead drops, and identifying and tracking people who thought they were communicating anonymously. But her father had proudly demonstrated to her a recently installed direct fiber link from his study to his very own quantum anonymous proxy server in Virginia. Only the DCI could look at the records, and given their relationship he would only do that if he was virtually certain that the Ambassador was about to overthrow the government. Even then, he might hedge his bets. Using that facility, she knew she could not only be as certain as humanly possible to remain anonymous herself, but that she would also get instant and very complete data on whoever might contact her through the proxy. 

But exactly what kind of ad should she run? Then it hit her. Robbie's half joke about her being somebody's dream Dominatrix was perfect! She could avoid anyone else's bodily fluids, a big consideration as she was beginning to really appreciate her trustworthy but uninhibited lovers in Austin, and amuse herself with a little sexual psychodrama virtually risk free. She spent a few minutes doodling on an ad, but just couldn't make it sound right. She got fidgety, and wanted to move around, but she had already run her 15 miles earlier when it was warmer. The late December sun had been down for almost an hour, and it was getting quite chilly. She decided to put on her warm coat and go for a walk. She needed something. Robbie hadn't just awakened her: he had ignited her.

* * * * * *

The Colorado house in Beaver Creek always made Lara think of her Mom. It was her dream to have a place like this, but she didn't live long enough to see it actually built. With her father's surviving insurance companies now profitable and growing like crazy, it took longer than they wanted to build but it ended up being much more spectacular place than her mom had ever envisioned. She didn't want to think about how much it had cost, but then she didn't have to. A six acre lot overlooking the village wasn't cheap, and this had probably been the last big flat one that would not require an extra million dollars in foundation construction, not that this house hadn't because of all the extra underground stuff her father had wanted. It was at the end of an extended cul-de-sac, the approach guarded by foothills on one side and a solid wall of birch and aspen forest on the other. From the house there was a view of the village, several nearby peaks, and several ski runs, all of which were easily accessible from the house, two by simply skiing cross country to the lift. It shared access to four tennis courts with the neighboring houses, but it was a little cool for that to matter now. It looked like most of the other big homes in the neighborhood from the outside, but was fitted into the mountainside such that only about a third of the house was visible above ground. Her dad called it The Iceberg, because most of it was hidden under the surface, and because it was so cold up here in winter, especially when they visited the house while it was being built.

Lillian Gush and her father had been there for several days by the time Lara arrived at the Eagle County airport, and the house was well decorated for Christmas. They had saved space on the tree for all of the ornaments that Lara's mom had given her, and she put them up with both pride and tears in her eyes. She played Monopoly with them at the kitchen table half-heartedly for a while, and then went to bed early, which her father and Lillian obviously wanted to do, too. Tomorrow they would get the place ready to host an evening open house for the neighbors and the few friends they had made up here. Lara tossed and turned, but when she finally went to sleep, she dreamed of Robbie and Suzanne. They were all enjoying each other so, and were so trusting and comfortable with each other. Then in the dream, Lara got pregnant. She was totally overjoyed, Suzanne was totally not, and Robbie was caught in the middle. She woke up in a cold sweat.

* * * * * *

Elizabeth Ashcroft Knowles continued to feign concentration on the mission and disinterest in the sex they had seen as she made surveillance assignments for the next few hours. No one needed to follow the very buxom Miss Duchenne to the museum reception, as they could tap into the security system there to easily monitor her movements, which would certainly much more discrete and less interesting to the techies than the behavior they had seen in Robbie's room at Horse Guards. They tracked Robbie to a restaurant at the Four Seasons near Canary Wharf, and discovered they had no coverage via the hotel cameras, as there were none in the little private dining room the group was using, nor could they send in a fellow diner with a magic briefcase as they had at tea. 

But that meeting may very well be on the meat of the matter as far as her mission was concerned. There were all sorts of people one could meet with within walking distance of Canary Wharf: upstanding bankers, lawyers, advertising and 'new media' firms, international consulting firms and some very high end retail establishments and diamond brokers. But there were also money launderers and facilitators, jewel thieves, drug dealers, and flesh peddlers of every stripe, along with residences of some very rich people from the middle east who were seldom home. A quick scan of the phones inside the restaurant found the manager had multiple calls and texts to a known drug dealer, and to a well-known, at least to HQ, and very unconventional and specialized escort service. One of the techs discretely visited the manager, and in return for not making all those calls known to his loving wife, he soon entered the room in his managerial capacity to check on things, upgrading the centerpiece on the table in the small private dining room to one that included better flowers, and some GCHQ grade electronics. Now Elizabeth and her team could hear everything, and see most of it, and the cute little multi-band femtocell included the flower basket would capture the signals to and from any phone that tried to operate nearby, if they turned them on. That meant Elizabeth and friends would hear everything and the phones would not try to 'handshake' with any of the regular phone company cell sites that normally served this area. 

As she settled in to learn more, a spiderbot working on the HQ data warehouse servers piped back some interesting information on our young Mr. Roberts. During the F1 race week in Austin in November, his phone had been in very close proximity to two other phones that were very high up on the watch lists, and that her colleagues had later identified as burners belonging to some former Spetsnaz troopers who had gone into the kidnap and ransom business (and not on the prevention side) after the Russian military had cashiered them. Also nearby, several times, had been a major top list Italian billionaire who would be on any kidnapper's hit parade, and several phones belonging to the Texas DPS Rangers, of all people, and a few others that were unidentifiable but likely US government agents of some stripe. As the arborist bot climbed and untangled the contact tree, it found one frequent caller identified as a unit belonging to the daughter of an up and coming minor US insurance billionaire, who was also a potential kidnap target. Then the arborist bot beeped an alert: the next most frequent contact in Robbie Robert's phone tree belonged to Ambassador Pliskin's daughter. Very sticky wicket that. What the hell was this kid into?

The Spetsnaz boyos had disappeared from the face of the earth after that, never having been heard from again, despite being offered some wet and very lucrative contract work on certain discrete message boards. Occam's razor: they must have messed with Pliskin's daughter, which Elizabeth considered a most efficient way to make oneself disappear. There were several highly trained and very competent people at HQ alone that owed The Ambassador big time, and would lend their skills to any mission he might ask for, very discreetly too, and likely hundreds more like them within the USA intelligence apparatus had similar obligations to him, not to mention several other services. 

* * * * * *

Suzanne started out walking east, putting her hands in her coat pockets for shelter from the cold, and the reassurance of touching the pepper spray, armored metal flashlight, and stun gun add on case for her cell phone that her father insisted she carry if she walked around DC at night. She saw some papers blowing in the wind, and she picked one up. It was a crudely stamped flyer, printed with reverse cut carved linoleum like she was taught to do in grade school, on cream colored paper with bright blue ink, advertising "The Blue Spot", a new "theme bar" only a few blocks east of her parent's new house. The flyer itself said the place had a "ludicrous" $20 cover charge and "the most expensive drinks in town", and featured regular "theme nights" like Karaoke Night, Disco Night, Monday Night Football Night, and Poetry Night. The other days of the week were simply called Night Night. That was kitschy enough to be interesting. Her feet continued on towards the address, as she saw more of the flyers tacked up to light poles and walls.

It was downstairs from a first floor midrange Italian restaurant that was downstairs from a high end yoga studio and gym that was below a set of medical and law offices, judging from the building directory, plus an unlabeled top floor that look like someone's penthouse with a big rooftop terrace. At street level, there was a bright neon sign with big blue spot, the words "Blue Spot" and a blue arrow pointing down the stairs. Suzanne was not a fan of bars: they usually smelled of dirty carpet, fetid bar rags, and not so well groomed people. When you added in cigarette smoke and the usually greasy bar food, they were virtually guaranteed to turn her stomach, and make her turn on her heels. As she descended the stairs, the first thing she noticed was that this place didn't really have a smell of its own. She detected the smells associated with individual people as she went by them on the wide and well lit stairs, but the place itself was neutral. That was unexpected, especially in a building this old. She saw some unusual vents about 4 feet from the floor, and felt a gentle flow of cool air from them, and a little sideways breeze that seemed to carry the cool air down and away from her. She saw some larger vents up high in the ceiling, and noticed that the floor was made of raised tiles on supports, like a computer room at ESU. There was also a very faint hint of ozone, like after a thunderstorm. There seemed to be constant motion of air in the place, but no really uncomfortable draft. 

Following her father's teachings, she quickly located the exits. There was a back door opposite the one she had entered and a little sign that said simply "Stairs". She found the fire department sign: occupancy limited to 200 people, and the responsible party was "Locus Coeruleus LLC" which jogged her Latin memory from her Jesuit private school in France when she was a 'tweenager'. Blue Spot, Blue Place, Cerulean Blue, it all made a certain sense. A big blackboard with a very intricately drawn pastel chalk mural announced "Poetry Night" and a menu listing of relatively exotic tapas style food. Not your usual bar. There were about 40 people inside -- 10 women and 30 men. Three of the women had serving aprons on. The one with wild curly blue hair sauntered over to her.

"Welcome to the Blue Spot! What can I get you to drink?" The hair wasn't the same blue as the Blue Spot sign, but it did match her eyes perfectly. Surely that was the extent of her dye job, Suzanne found herself wondering.

"Do you have Tito's vodka?"

"Yes. Most of our customers absolutely will not drink that other vodka - something about Russia. They say Tito's tastes best. Do you want a Tito's screwdriver, then?"

"Unless your bartender can make me an Instant Stripper!"

She laughed, looking Suzanne up and down. "I'd like to see that, and Steve the bartender would too. He's straight, and you're hot! How would we make that happen?" She shot a hip out and looked at Suzanne provocatively. 

Suzanne smiled. "It's a drink. It's usually made as a punch 50 gallons at a time. It's named for the effect it has on college coeds. But just between us girls, it doesn't affect me that much. But sometimes I just strip because I want to."

"Me too, honey, me too. Well I'm going to send Steve over to see if he can scale the recipe down a little." Suzanne noticed a little extra sway to the waitress's hips as she walked away, and realized she did not know her name. Come to think of it, the waitress didn't know hers either.

The bartender approached smiling, and introduced himself as Steve, which left Suzanne in a bit if a quandary. "Call me Suzie" she decided. "Can you make me an Instant Stripper?"

He smiled and looked at her frankly. "I think slowly would be better, but Kimmee Blue tells me it's a drink?"

"Yes, made infamous by one of the fraternities at ESU. It's usually made in a 50 gallon plastic trash can. You start with three gallons of Ever Clear 190 proof, and then a six pack of Tecate beer, then 4 cans of frozen lime juice, two bottles of Dextromethorphan cough syrup, the pulp from 2 whole pineapples pureed in a blender with two big jalapeños, and then fill to six inches below the rim with Diet Mountain Dew, mix well, and then add finely crushed ice to fill it up all the way. The secret is supposed to be the narcotic in the cough syrup, the Diet Dew which makes the alcohol get absorbed faster, plus the vitamin C and some other pepper stuff in the jalapeño. If given 6 ounces, supposedly 7 out of 10 sorority girls will want to strip when the music starts, and if they drink 12 ounces its effectiveness improves to 9 out of 10."

He smiled and took out his phone, and opened up an app on it. "Well, the health department would shut us down if they found out we made it that way, but let's see if I can leave out the cough syrup and convert it to a more conventional batch size and mixing vessel. Will you be my official drink tester?"

"Sure. I'll tell you if it tastes right!" 

"I was looking for a little more objective and observable performance based test results."

Suzanne gave him her best coquettish smile. "Let's see how it tastes, first."

Steve returned to his station behind the bar, and sent one of the waitresses out to the Whole Foods on "I" street for the pineapple and jalapeños. For some reason, he really wanted to impress this short and superhot little Suzie. He then sent Kimmee Blue over to her with a double Tito's screwdriver, and Suzie smiled and waved. 

A spotlight came on up on a little stage, and a guy came out in some grey pinstriped suit pants and a white monogrammed dress shirt, with very colorful suspenders and a red bow tie. He was short -- about Suzanne's height -- and compact like she was, but much more muscular, especially his arms and shoulders. She guessed he was one of those short guys that won a lot of money winning arm wrestling contests with bigger guys in bars. He sat on a director's chair in the middle of the stage. 

"Welcome to Poetry Night at the Blue Spot. I'm Chuck Bailleur, the owner of the Blue Spot; at least it's my night job. One of my tenets of leadership is to never ask people to do something that I wouldn't do myself, so I am leading from the front tonight, hopefully setting an example and encouraging other budding poets in the audience." 

He proceeded to perform a composition called "The Locus Coeruleus of Marcus Aurelius" which Suzanne sort of understood as tied to this bar, and the Latin was tied to Rome, and if she remembered her undergrad multi-media Western Civ course properly, Marcus Aurelius was one of the emperors of Rome who won more wars than he lost. A video of a statue of a bearded guy in a toga was projected on the wall behind Chuck, and the poem continued. Chuck spoke very quickly and the words flowed turbulently like water at a rapid. She had trouble keeping up. The lines did mostly rhyme, but she couldn't recognize the meter he was using. At first she thought it was about his two different girlfriends, Nora Penifrin and Sarah Tonin, who wanted him to do different things at the same time. Then she thought they were multiple personalities or voices inside his head, and then that he was talking about depression or bipolar disorder. He finished with a shout, and there was a smattering of applause. She wasn't sure what to think of it, but it sure wasn't boring. 




My Only Talent Ch. 24



He must have broken the ice, because several more people queued up to follow him on the stage. More and more people came down the stairs, and by 8 PM the Fire Marshall's limit had certainly been reached. There was a very brisk business in the expensive drinks, and lots of great looking and fragrant tapas were served. No greasy bar food here. Suzanne realized she was hungry. The crowd was too, and they had ordered first, so it was going to take her a while to get served. It was an interesting mix: about a third people in their mid-twenties like her. The rest was in their thirties and forties, with a smattering of 50's. As the evening wore on, most of the new arrivals were the younger demo -- people who worked at the universities in the area, or offices on K Street NW, or a little further away on or near the Hill. The older customers came from the same areas, or those who were well-heeled enough to live nearby. This was a very upscale crowd: judging from the designer clothing and jewelry most of them didn't even notice the $20 cover charge or expensive drinks. Most of the younger crowd probably lived 5 or 6 roommates to a bathroom in old row houses out southeast or northeast somewhere at least two metro transfers away, and were willing to nurse an expensive drink all night for a chance to mingle with this crowd for a while. 

Kimee Blue brought her another Tito's screwdriver and her order of two little bite sized lamb, mint, and lime salt empanadas -- they were hot, savory, flaky, crunchy and completely fantastic. Suzanne was in a perfect spot to watch the door, and the place was definitely filling up. Several people looked mildly familiar, maybe from the news or CSPAN, but none were immediately recognizable to her. Then one was. 

An academic economist, of all people, whose work she had studied: Professor Auguste F.I. Haubenfelter. She had seen his picture many times on his book jackets and appearing with his published articles, and she had always assumed that it was a very old picture. He had been publishing for at least 25 years, but he looked like he was only in his forties. He must have received his PhD before he turned twenty. He was the titular leader of the 'new old school' of socialist economists, and very controversial. Her father said his kind of communist economic nonsense was responsible for hundreds of millions of deaths under dictators, and that his middle initials stood for either Fucking or French Idiot. No one seemed to know what they actually stood for. Haubenfelter preached a vision of a sort of ultra-Keynesian elitist moderated utopia where the government would simply create enough fiat dollars of money supply to support 'the economy the people wanted'. These ideas bubbled up in the early 1900's and again after the second world war, to the effect that if everyone just wanted to sing opera or make ceramic ashtrays for a living the government should just give them a subsistence check each month for their basic living expenses, and if they actually sold any ashtrays they would make more. The world money supply would then be the perfect total of all those subsistence checks plus the sales actually made, and there would be no poverty or crime anymore, and everyone would be ecstatically happy, with a few brilliant socialist economists making the tough decisions and steering the ship for us all. 

Suzanne had read most of his books and articles in her first graduate survey course, and she thought him very strong on 'natural goodness' arguments and very weak on logic and math. He was also supremely arrogant, responding to any criticism with loud bluster, condescension, and the sneering suggestion that the critics were not smart enough to understand his work. He had been at the Sorbonne for many years and she would expect to find him in a trendy night club in the Latin Quarter. What brought him to DC she did not know, but he was surrounded by several grad school age women and a few very academic looking men, so he might be spending some time at Georgetown or GWU. It would be best if her father did not encounter him, as there almost certainly would be a scene. The elder Pliskin was a devout free speech advocate, but an arrogant and condescendingly lisping Frenchman with his facts wrong pushed all of her dad's buttons. Her thoughts of the potential impending confrontation were interrupted when someone approached her table.

"Hello, Suzie. My name is Chuck Bailleur, and I am happy you chose to join us tonight."

"I am glad I found the place, too. I wasn't sure what to think of your poem, but it definitely wasn't boring, which is the main reason I am here."

Chuck began to explain his poem, obviously hitting on Suzanne but not obnoxiously so. She liked the implied complement, but her other emotional reaction surprised her. It made her think about Robbie, which made her happy and mad at the same time. As her grandmother would say, 'she had it bad' for Robbie. Chuck laughed when she talked about her interpretation of the two girlfriends in his poem. "Well, they are inside your head, but they are neurotransmitters. We used to think there were only a few, but now we know there are dozens, at least. In fact some people now think that every chemical in the body functions at least part time as a neurotransmitter, and all physiological communications circuits are transmitted both electrically and chemically through synapses of adjoining nerve or glial cells, and chemically through hormones, all with different time courses, clearance rates, failure modes, and side effects. There is lots of redundancy, and lots of ways for the message to get through. Maybe a lot of messages we don't even recognize or understand yet are getting through too!"

Suzanne feigned shock. "So you are a doctor? With those loud suspenders, I thought for sure you must be a trial lawyer or a stockbroker."

He snapped his suspenders and guffawed, almost too loudly. "Actually I'm all three! I went to medical school, got very involved in buying and selling shares in high flying biomedical startups, and got screwed so bad that I then went to law school to learn how to protect myself so I couldn't get fucked over like that again!"

She smiled. "So now you are well trained in how to screw other people over first? But you really just want to be a poet?"

"I am a poet. It just doesn't pay very well. The Blue Spot is my hobby. My shrink says my need for control made me create my own social environment so that I wouldn't feel threatened by people. He says the club is cheaper for me than a fourth marriage and divorce!"

"Do you really trust your shrink?"

"Sure, I went to medical school with him, plus he is now married to my second wife, which saved me a boatload of alimony!" Chuck waved at someone else and went off to make his table by table rounds. Steve the bartender arrived with his first test version of Instant Stripper, and it tasted much better than the ZZZ frat rat version, and it was certainly much more sanitary. He waited for a moment to see if it produced the desired results, but all he got was a semi-promising smile from hot little Suzie as she waved him on his way. 

* * * * *

Barry Fermy shook my hand and began introducing me to our dinner companions, already arrayed around a small table in a small private dining room, with cocktails in hand. First on my left was a very well turned out uber nerd named Alexis T Quandry. He was thin, short, dark, and wearing a custom tailored suit of some of the most sumptuous looking fabric I have ever seen. It seemed so deep and multi-faceted that you could disappear into it, and the suit looked to be three or four fashion rungs above the Zegna or Brioni suits that my dad wore to big meetings. No watch, but a black Fitbit Flex wristband that I recognized from Saskia having demonstrated one to me as being part of my conditioning class next semester. Barry described him as an 'SOA' and 'our head quant' that all the trading houses wanted to hire away. He apparently was the author of all the pricing policies and risk exclusions for the new clients we were to insure in Europe, with Lara's dad the only one who could overrule him. 

Next was Ben Wahni, a nervous and very dark man in his forties who made me think of a ferret, moving nervously and uncomfortably and watching Barry obsessively. He was the newly chosen EU/MEA sales manager, apparently desperate to make this new business sector here work, and also hoping that Barry would get hit by a bus so that Ben could move up to the overall VP sales spot. 

To his right was Senex Pedo, a very tired looking man in his sixties who was the 'vertical area manager -- construction' and an apparently well-worn veteran of babysitting and monitoring hundreds of large and long duration construction projects. He would analyze the project plans and translate them into the parameters that Alexis T Quandry would use to come up with a mathematical estimate of the risks involved, and then update the estimates as the project moved along. 

Finally there was a very nice looking young woman in her late twenties named Penelope Profico, who instantly reminded me of a younger version of Erminia, which produced a vigorous erectile reaction. I hope she noticed. She was described as 'Barry's AA' and was apparently the one who actually did stuff while everyone else talked and postured. She passed out an agenda sheet, and Barry, ever the slave driver, demanded that we polish off an agenda item and check it as complete before the next course (or another cocktail) could be served. It certainly motivated me, as my stomach was actively growling, and it seemed to work for the others too.

First was a brief review of our schedule tomorrow, which began with a very early morning drive out to Hertfordshire to visit Abelard's HQ, give him our generic corporate insurance wonderfulness pitch, and then a tour of several of their construction sites, beginning with a new military airfield almost completed nearby and then boarding a helicopter to overfly several other sites ending with a walking tour of a new oil platform in the north sea, and a flight back to the Battersea heliport near London City Airport. 

My dad, with several million frequent flyer miles on virtually every major airline, made somewhat of a fetish of learning all the airport 'designators' as he called them, but everyone else seemed to call them 'codes'. There were usually least least two for each physical airport, owing if I remembered his explanation correctly to history and bureaucratic wrangling between commercial versus government bureaucracies. Our own beloved DFW for instance, back in Texas, apparently had two: DFW and KDFW: most Americans simply dropped the 'K' which is apparently the prefix for the United States. 'E' was for England, but London City Airport for some reason was known as LCY and also EGLC, not LCY and ELCY. He had told me some wild stories about people booking flights with just small errors in the designator which sent them winging thousands of miles out of their way, and also a very memorable airport code trivia strip contest played with marooned pilots and flight attendants once during a hurricane. 

EGLC was apparently the only airport that was actually in London, and very close to Canary Wharf, making it home to lots of private planes and charter services, plus a few commercial airline flights. A dusted salad course was served, reminding me of Strelsa, and causing me to wonder if Penelope would like Suzanne and vice versa. I know I did. 

The next agenda item was the meat of the matter, so to speak: the real and perceived benefits that Abelard and his firm would see from doing business with us, and how best to pitch them. Here Ben Wahni was clearly and aggressively differing with Barry. He seemed to think that Abelard was an old fool who would pay premium prices for standard coverage if we sold it with enough flowery words. Barry said we had to give them a low price and/or a high perceived value to break the inertia and get them to switch from the EU based firms Abelard was using now. Brujo's carefully redacted consultant's report made it clear to me that neither was exactly right. Abelard's existing insurers might balk at taking on the huge absolute amount of risk his firm might be faced with if they won a lot of new contracts, so there was a window for a new firm to exploit, and Abelard had already told me he would give us some business if we would give him a slightly better price that his current firm, one of Britain's largest, as long as we could demonstrate the assets to back our play. I decided to let Barry and Ben go at it for a while before I said anything, but I was getting pretty hungry.

* * * * *

The great professor then joined the table right next to Suzanne, greeting one very gay looking young man there by name and then openly ogling the woman that were sitting with him. The young man introduced Haubenfelter as a 'brilliant visiting professor in his department at Georgetown' and the women seemed very interested. Haubenfelter's accent suddenly became even thicker and more exaggeratingly French. Questions from the women flowed from around the table, and Suzanne was amazed by the answers the great man gave. "My theories offer the world more than any religious superstition ever has. I can give us a perfect economy, with truly worthy intellectuals like myself providing a guiding hand for the less enlightened." And then, "Christianity and capitalism have proven to maximize misery, and other theocracies are only useful to the top religious leaders in charge." After some small talk, he finally said "but I don't like to talk about myself. If people knew how wonderful I really am, they would either resent me or worship me, and neither is particularly useful to me." Suzanne couldn't take any more, and she got up to use the ladies room.

When she returned, the professor had taken to the stage, obviously tipsy, and recited an improvised poem about his favorite subject:

"How great am I? To count the ways I can only try. I think that I shall never see, a man as wonderful as me. Way out on the bell curve brilliant, strong: yet flexible, cool and resilient. Nuanced and sophisticated, yet never domesticated. A lion of science, a ram among sheep, thinking great thoughts so deep. Performing such service to my fellow man, that I deserve to be pleasured by women any way that they can, that Women may serve me and find peace. Kneel before me and look upon my face, That I may grant you the essence of my grace!"

Suzanne would have jumped up and left right then, but Steve the cute bartender appeared at her table. "Suzie, I think I have a few ideas to make this Instant Stripper drink even better. I want to experiment a little bit, and then could you come back for some comparative taste testing?"

Suzanne smiled at him. "I have an engagement tomorrow, but perhaps the evening after that I could drop back in...." His happy smile was the only acknowledgment she needed. She had to attend one of those stuffy Kennedy Center things with her parents tomorrow evening, with a socially mandatory late dinner party at some socialite's place afterward, so tomorrow night was shot. She waved goodbye to Kimee Blue and Chuck Bailleur as she ascended the steps back to the street and walked back towards her parent's new house. As soon as she closed the door, the lift she got from being at the Blue Spot fell out from under her. 

Her parents were at a huge Foggy Bottom party out in Virginia and were invited to spend the night there and have breakfast before driving back into town. Lettye, the housekeeper, greeted her at the door, but otherwise the house was dark and cold, and so was her mood. Lettye had been with her family since just before Suzanne's older sister had been born, and had moved with them through dozens of overseas postings, so she must be at least 50 by now, but she looked the same as ever. Someone who didn't know Lettye might have pegged her age anywhere from 30 to 70. She had the same kind of small frame, lanky hard muscles and raven black hair that Suzanne did, but with a more angular face and a much darker sepia skin tone. Suzanne had one Senegalese great grandparent; Lettye had eight. Lettye had taught the infant Suzanne to speak French, but with an unusual African accent, and most of Suzanne's actual early conversational immersion had been in former French colonies in Africa. When she later lived in France and attended school there for a while, people were surprised by her complete fluency, but very exotic accent. In New Orleans, they thought she was part Creole. 

When Suzanne was six years old, and her father was on 'special assignment' in Djibouti, three men had attacked their house at lunch time when both her mother and father were at the consulate. The guard killed two of the attackers before dying himself, but the third man ascended the stairs to find Suzanne and Lettye hiding in the linen closet. His expression of grinning triumph paled when Lettye suddenly produced a strange hooked knife that Suzanne had never seen before and slit his throat from ear to ear. It happened so fast Suzanne could not be sure it had actually occurred, until the blood began to spread from between his fingers now clutching his throat, and he toppled backward like a felled tree. Lettye was family. After that incident she had taught Suzanne how to use a knife like that, just in case. Suzanne gave her a hug and went upstairs to her dad's study.

She took out the doodles on the personal ad she had jotted down earlier, and scratched it all out. If she wanted to catch a submissive man, maybe a man should help her write the ad. Then she realized Robbie already had. What was it he said? "With your super-hot and fit little body, haughtily beautiful face, and relatively deep voice, you are probably their dream dominatrix."

She decided to go with that, and was then inspired to add a few twists of her own:

"I am your Dream Dominatrix. Tri-athlete fit, with a petite and super-hot body, a haughtily beautiful face, and a deep voice. If you reveal yourself and your fears and dark desires to me completely, I may toy with you for a while. I will hurt you. You deserve it. But I will never talk to anyone else about what we do. Can you handle having your darkest fantasies actually come true? Perhaps you will amuse me." 

She was a little worried when the very exclusive erotic personals site that she had chosen required a valid email address that could be verified before the posting. But her dad's quantum anonymizer came with a hell of a software suite, and it offered via a popup menu to insert a valid, working, but completely untraceable email address, complete with a 'legend' name and background info and a untraceable forwarding mechanism to and from her phone. She accepted it, and posted the ad, using what appeared to be a faculty address at the University of Maryland out in College Park. A few seconds later, a verification email message arrived, forwarded to her by the proxy server, and she typed in the sequence of somewhat distorted and stylized letters that appeared as a graphic in the email, and sent the reply. A few minutes later, she got an email saying her ad had been posted. She got an instant case of seller's remorse. How could she have been so stupid! She shut everything off and took a long hot shower, as if she could wash the issue away.

But sleep would not come. She began to think of Robbie and Lara, and suddenly she was using her hands on herself like she had not done in months. She dreamed of them being completely subservient to her, accepting her domination like they were born to it. Her orgasm was physically satisfying, but not emotionally so. She finally cried herself to sleep. 

* * * * *

Barry Fermy and Ben Wahni finally wore each other out arguing. They agreed that we had to demonstrate the company's resources, international capabilities, and commitment to doing business in Europe and the Middle East for decades to come, plus be charming, engaging, and learn the prospective client's big issues. I could have told them that yesterday. Can we eat now?




My Only Talent Ch. 24



While we attacked a very substantial rib eye steak, some kind of weird English twice baked cheesy potato made with some very strong tasting English cheese, and some very overdone green beans laced with smoked pimento, Ben went through the plan for the second trip, after Christmas, which was designed to show conclusively that Lara's dad's company was becoming a player on the international stage. We would boldly make visits in a showy corporate jet to the most controversial and dangerous countries where Tier Group was either already constructing major infrastructure projects, or bidding on them. That was the reason for all the pages that had been added to the back of my passport: visas for Yemen, the UAE, Morocco, and Jordan. Sounded like a tour of risky terrorist homelands to me. Then Barry gave me another passport, a Canadian one, with all my current info and a recent picture. I knew my Dad was born in Canada of American parents, but what was this all about? He explained that we needed to go to Tel Aviv to meet one of Tier Group's biggest investors and some other prospective customers, and having our American passports stamped there would likely preclude later entry into the UAE, so we would use the Canadian ones to enter Israel and then go through customs at a friendly FBO in Amman, Jordan before arriving in the UAE. 

* * * * *

Elizabeth watched as several new auto generated messages from the arborist bots popped up on her screen. They had crawled young Mr. Robert's phone tree, and then started in on the trees of people he had been in contact with, and then those they had in turn been in contact with, ad infinitum, looking for common and frequent contacts, common GPS locations and times, and otherwise interesting people, places and things. The Pliskin daughter was the most interesting so far, but a few others appeared too: another frequent contact for both Pliskin and Roberts was the daughter of Harold B. Upman, who was the current scion of that long legendary financial family and current Shadow Chancellor of the Exchequer. HQ was always on alert to the current government's opposition, the Parliamentary potential of forming a new coalition, and any intra-governmental intrigue, especially where budgets were concerned. 

Another alert told her that Roberts had recently obtained a second passport, a Canadian one, and that raised some further concern. Why did a university freshman need a fresh new passport? But then the audio from the dinner meeting answered that question: the group he was traveling with was part of an American insurance company trying to make inroads in the EU and the Middle East, the company not coincidentally was owned by the Dallas-based minor billionaire previously identified. But that also raised her hackles: just after Christmas, they were scheduled to make a quick set of visits to Yemen, Morocco, and the UAE before their return to London. Bells were now ringing in several towers. Tier group had one of the largest inventories of commercial high explosives in the UK, and was licensed to buy almost anything. It wouldn't be the first time a big contract was dangled to try to get some restricted products and services under the table. The final alert pointed her to another information source she might tap: a gossip columnist who used to be a 'yearly fashion model' for several very wealthy rulers in the Middle East, some of them with terrorist financial connections, and who was also an HQ asset while she was there. She made the call to Tessa Formby. 

* * * * *

The business meeting and meal finally wound down, and the only offered dessert was an odiferous and heavily brandied bread pudding, which not even my voracious sugar metabolism found attractive. There was nothing left but more and more alcohol, which did not tempt me, but ditching these pushy drunks to get back into Peggy's arms certainly had great appeal. I managed to communicate my team spirit and commitment to expanding international commerce sufficiently, and then the taciturn driver picked me up outside and started driving back to Horse Guards. I texted Peggy for her availability, and convinced the driver to go to the museum to pick her up. On the way over, he told me to be outside the main hotel entrance at 5:45 AM sharp next morning for the early ride out to Herts. It was going to be a long day. 

His gruff manner changed completely when Peggy stepped into the car outside the museum. You would have thought the queen herself was now on board. I was afraid he would hit something while his eyes were glued to the rear view mirror watching Peggy. When we arrived at the hotel, he leaped out to open her door, and almost bowed. If the walk to the curb had been wet and muddy, he might have thrown his coat across it for her. He even smiled at me like I had suddenly improved my station in the world markedly. He actually spoke. "See you in the morning, young sir, and good night young lady!" She leaned back into the car and gave him her best smile, and he wiggled like a puppy. They talked for a moment, about what I could not hear, and then he drove off, literally whistling. 

I think I knew how he felt. My inner puppy was about to get petted, and so was hers.

* * * * *

Elizabeth actually admired women like Tessa Formby, though they often were scorned publicly. She had seen how their undercover daily lives were filled with stark terror and the risk of instant discovery and torture. She had also seen how valuable some of their information had been, in one case literally stopping a major attack in London, in which tens of thousands would have died. One of her instructors during her first six months of training for HQ had been such a woman, and she said something that stuck with Elizabeth. "Some brave men take risks for their country while being shot at. Some brave women take even greater risks for their country while being shot into." Tessa had agreed to meet with her in her office at the Tattler magazine, which not coincidentally had some of the best anti-snooping technology in town. Elizabeth had never met Tessa, but they had been introduced in absentia by the instructor at HQ who had once been Tessa's handler while she had been 'in cuntry' as some of the HQ ops wags put it.

After enquiring at reception, she was shown directly to a very nice office. Tessa must have been well into her forties, but she looked younger. Elizabeth was a little bit excited about being at the Tattler: reading it was a secret vice shared with many of her old schoolmates, and she never missed an issue. It was sort of a fantasy antidote to the deadly seriousness of her career, and she dreamed of someday making "The List" under her real name, and here she was right where they compiled it. She had read many stories under Tessa's byline.

"I won't waste your time, Elizabeth. Our mutual friend says you need information, and I'll tell you what I can."

"Thank you. I am investigating some interesting connections to an American that your mobile phone spent some time next to in Austin in November."

"We tend to stay away from voicemail data and such, after Rupert Murdock had such trouble, you see."

Elizabeth smiled. "I'll take care of the data issues if you will help me with the interpretation."

"Okay. Who are we talking about?"

"A young man from Texas named Robbie Roberts."

Tessa tried not to look startled. She had one deal with Brujo and Sapiento about what she could say about that boy and certain of his girlfriends, still another understanding with her editor, and a third and very one sided deal with Ambassador Pliskin, who had contacted her a few days after the Addicted to Party. Pliskin's offer certainly trumped all the others. How in the world was GCHQ interested in Robbie Roberts?

* * * * *

When Peggy and I entered the Horse Guards lobby about 10 PM, there was a queue of about 30 Japanese tourists (or perhaps they were from some other country and just had Japanese flags on their luggage) waiting in line to register. Many were equipped with cameras, snapping away at the sights in the lobby, which now included Peggy, and coincidentally, me. She seemed to enjoy the attention, towering over all the tourists like a giant oversize statue of a fashion model. We made our way to the lift and up to the room, with me keeping my hand possessively in the small of her back all the while, like I knew she liked it. My Suzie connection with Peggy seemed to be growing stronger -- perhaps it was the absence and then being reunited, or something else, but I felt like I could receive her Suzie signal and read her moods more easily now. She seemed to be a 'clearer sender' than even Lara -- that clear tone that was so easy to interpret. Suzanne was more complicated. 

Peggy was sending Suzie in the same dulcet tones she had yesterday, when she told me that me being proud to be seen with her made her feel like a bad girl, and it certainly had made her act like one, and delightedly so. She also seemed to like the contrast between being treated sweet and nice versus hard and mean, just like Lara did. Come to think of it, I did too. I decided to act on that. I closed the door to the room, and then spoke to her to highlight the contrast. 

"Peggy you are so wonderful, but you know you are also my dirty slut. Leave your clothes on and go put your hair up in two little pigtails, freshen up your lipstick, then come back here and kneel down in front of me."

She drew in a big breath, and her Suzie warbled and grew much stronger. When she returned from the bathroom mirror, her hair was up just as ordered, and her cheeks were flush and almost as red as her lipstick, which she had applied very thickly. Her nostrils were flared wide and her breathing was fast. She kept her lovely eyes on mine and kneeled down. I took off my clothes slowly, watching her eyes, and getting incredibly hard. I grabbed her two pigtails for handles, and slowly pushed my cock between her now perfectly pursed lips. Her eyes smiled at me, and life was good. 

"I'm going to fuck your hot little mouth, slut, or more correctly, your long elegant throat! I wonder if those tourists in the lobby would like a few snaps of that." 

A note of Suzie shame ran through her, but it was followed directly by a spike of excitement, for both of us. She was amazingly hot. Her lips quivered nicely as I inserted myself between them. Her eyes grew wide and wild as I stared into them. I took my time, using the little pig tails as handles for her head, moving it left and right, up and down, like a kid playing with a new toy. She began to anticipate my pushing forward and relaxed her jaw a bit, then sucked a little harder when I was moving away from her mouth. I think we were both surprised by how hot it made us.

The sound of her breathing and the fullness of her lips became my world. Her eyes smiled even more, and then she knew she had me. My spine stiffened and my head went back involuntarily, and she mumbled something unintelligible while swallowing my hot output. By the time I could get my eyes back on hers, she was milking me for the last few drops, with a look on her face that said she knew exactly how great it had been for me, and a vibrato Suzie signal note that said she liked it as much as I did. She didn't know Suzanne's little low excursion suck trick and she didn't need to: I was still as hard as ever. I wondered for a second about the effect of that strong and unusual smoked pimento at dinner. I was frantic to fuck her. I picked her up off her knees, stripped off her clothes, and moved the big stack of hotel pillows to the center of the bed, and then threw her on them, stomach down and beautiful bounteous bouncing butt up. The thick hotel robes in the closet yielded their waist ties to me and I used them to strap her wrists to the headboard, and pulled them tight. She was flushed and red all over, but not quite enough for me, not yet.

"Look at you slut! On your knees sucking cock in a fancy hotel room and now you are about to get a thorough going spanking for being such a naughty girl. And that will just make you even hotter, and then I'll have to fuck you! A few well lit shots of you strapped across that bed right now would make quite a nice little photo spread for the hotel brochure, wouldn't it?"

A shrieking Suzie note escaped her, as loud and clear and horny as ever. Peggy might not be ready to strip in public for excitement like Alley and Nora had in Dallas, but the prospect of such exposure, even via hypothetical photographs, drove her absolutely crazy. What a happy situation, and one that I was uniquely equipped to exploit. I fine-tuned into her Suzie signal and began to spank her, gently at first and them harder as the feedback told me to. She was clearly shocked by how hot it made her, and although she lacked Millie's ability to instantly turn pain into excitement and pleasure, the pain did make her much more exited. Her butt was red and ready, and her pussy dripped beautifully, like it was melting in the rain. My cock took over my mind, as the desire to fuck her drove out my Suzie listening skills. I planted my legs between her wide spread knees, and kissed her back gently. "You are such a beautiful girl, and so tender. But I just can't help myself. I am going to fuck you like a staked out mare!"

I grabbed her surprisingly small waist and pulled her ample butt up high and then pushed into her slowly but steadily from behind and her Suzie note exploded as I felt her hot pussy grip me. A fog seemed to envelope us both and I stopped thinking and just acted -- call it impulse, instinct, or just plain old rut. Whatever you call it, then next thing I remember was realizing I had just come in Peggy, after having ridden her mercilessly for some time. I quickly listened for her Suzie, and found it was happy, but sort of drifting unawares like I was, so I must not have hurt her at all. I shifted my weight back to my knees and untied Peggy's arms, then grabbed her and we cuddled together, trying to gather all the bedclothes around us. 

Big Peggy, big bed, big wonderful. I turned onto my back, and she absent mindedly began to play with my chest and nipples. She was a natural! I drifted off to sleep, and I presume she did too. I was awakened by a great desire to pee, a growling stomach, and a hard on. It was time to sort out a few priorities, here. Peggy was sleeping soundly, and I disengaged from her gently and made my way to the bathroom. I had to wait a moment for erection to give way to urination, but finally the right nerves talked to each other and I was able to get things done. That much heat leaving my body induced a shiver and being cold and wanting to get back under the covers just underscored my desire to get back to Peggy. I slipped into bed and felt my erection returning and decided to graciously offer it to Peggy. Technically speaking she was sound asleep, but the brain between my legs interpreted that as a clear lack of refusal, and I was soon feeling her up and positioning her for my re-entry. 

It was slow and nice and gradual, in great contrast to my previous rough fucking, and she responded with accelerating caresses and little cooing noises. I slipped gradually into her and she opened her eyes just a moment and smiled at me, then grabbed my cock with her pussy, grabbed the back of my neck with her arms, and rolled over on top of me and proceeded to fuck me with all her strength, which was considerable. My body was simply a cock holder for her, and she took possession of my cock and used it as she saw fit. I saw stars. Just as I lost control and ejaculated up into her, she opened her eyes again and looked at me with determination on her face, as if she was completely determined to squeeze me and milk me for all I had. She accomplished that and more.

A few kisses later her alarm went off, before mine was set to, and she said "Up and at them, Robbie! Reggie is going to pick us up a little early so he can drop me at my flat before meeting up with your group." 

That explained her conversation with him last evening. He never even told me his name. We enthusiastically soaped each other up and washed in the relatively small shower area, and had just finished rinsing and turned off the water as my alarm sounded. We got dressed and squared away the room a bit.

"While you are off gallivanting around in limousines and helicopters all day poor little Peggy will be slaving away doing art for art's sake, dusting ancient dirt off both worthless donated junk and potentially valuable finds and trying to figure out which is which. I'll be at the museum late, and don't expect to see you until tomorrow, when there is an afternoon tea and dinner party at Abelard's country estate, where I understand you and I will both be. You will get a chance to meet Abelard's wife, and her wicked daughters, and a bunch of the museum people."

"There's nothing poor or little about you, beautiful, and I'll slave away over you any time."

Suddenly she was Betty Boop again. "You just want to fuck me and make me suck your nasty cock. I just know you do!" She took my face in her hands. "I won't be able to resist you. Urges, you know. And then I am going to ask you to kiss my ass, darling!"

That sounds like a plan to me. We made our way downstairs and this early the only people in the lobby were the reception desk duty stander and a sleepy looking bellman. Reggie was outside, right on time, and holding the car door open for Peggy. I hustled over to the opposite side of the car so he wouldn't drive off and leave me. There were other benefits however, as Reggie had hot tea and muffins for Peggy, and felt honor bound to allow me access to them too. My growling stomach was very grateful. We dropped Peggy at her flat in Pimlico, as she explained she had been dreadfully lucky to find it with Abelard Peter's wife's help. She was paying about a thousand pounds a month for a place about the size of my dorm room, but it was in a very nice location, about an hour's walk along the river to the museum. She was walking it both ways every day and said it was helping her conditioning, and her legs did look a little more muscular to me even in the ten days she had been here. She certainly had plenty of leg strength an hour or so ago. 

Reggie was all business after scurrying out to open both the car door and the building's front door for her. He gave me a look of incredulity as he got back in the car. "I don't know how you managed to attract the likes of her, but I hope you know what a rare bird she is!" There was that disappointing emphasis on the word 'you' again, but I was getting used to it by now. I would always associate Peggy with pretty birds. 

Reggie drove back towards the river and soon we picked up Ben Whani and Senex Pedo at the Four Seasons. They both looked as tired and nervous as I felt wired and wonderful. I assume they did not have the kind of delightful and fulfilling night that I did. Breakfast while we motored north was in some little white boxes with a Four Seasons logo sticker on top, but the muffins could not hold a candle to the ones Reggie had supplied. I ate the eggs and bacon, but offered my muffins to one of the other guys, and Reggie actually smiled at me in the rear view mirror as I did so. Barry Fermy and Penelope Profico were in another car, and would meet us at Tier Group. 

The tour of Tier Group offices proved to be unremarkable. It was mostly aluminum and glass outside and mahogany paneling and overstuffed chairs inside. There were lots of large printed pictures of construction projects, all photo-shopped to have wild lighting and coloration, as if the viewer was just about to have a psychedelic episode. There were lots of eager looking young men and women running around with cell phone earpieces on their heads, looking like they had just closed a billion dollar deal. Barry did a very smooth 'mom and apple pie' pitch in a nicely appointed conference room, but most of the attendees were reading email on their phones. They didn't even look up as Abelard's CEO gave us their version of a corporate beauty pitch. They had done some really big projects -- a huge airport in Indonesia that was virtually created of land filled in from the sea, a giant underground submarine base in the north of England, and a huge road and bridge project just beginning down under in Australia that they were a major sub-contractor for. Chairman Peters didn't join us until we were all loaded into one of those big Mercedes vans.




My Only Talent Ch. 24



You could have heard a pin drop in the van when he turned and focused his conversation totally on me. "Good Morning, Robbie. It's nice to see you again. Do you play tennis?"

"Yes, although I have no racket, shoes or proper clothes with me on this trip. Isn't it a little cool and wet for tennis in England in December?"

"We'll deal with all that. Everyone is coming to a party at my place tomorrow afternoon and evening, but I would like you to come out early in the morning to play tennis with my wife and my step daughters and some of their crowd. Will you?"

"Love to."

"Very well - my assistant will be in touch to set up scheduling and transportation with you. May I ask what level of player you are?"

I suppose it wouldn't do to brag about beating the woman's high school state champion, at tennis or in bed. "Well above the average social club player, but I could never make a living playing real professionals in tournaments. I could probably be a successful country club instructor, not that I'd actually want to be."

He smiled mischievously. "That should be just about right! I suspect you will even have some time between tennis and the afternoon tea party for a little birding with one of our other guests, eh? She knows the area and can show you around."

"Sounds wonderful."

"I'm sure!"

There were surprised and vacant stares from Senex Pedo and Ben Whani, but Barry Fermy and Penelope Profico seemed to smile at each other knowingly. Alexis Quandry seemed oblivious to it all. We drove to the nearby military airbase, which looked as big as DFW airport but was surrounded by forests and green fields. We all got in a slippery looking grey helicopter with a finish that looked melted and poured on, including a shroud around the tail rotor. It didn't look big on the outside, but it had 8 seats inside. The engine was very loud outside, but pretty quiet inside, quiet enough to hear the CEO's narration of the stuff we flew over, which seemed to go on forever. 

We flew over buildings, dry docks, train stations, airports, dams, harbors, wharves, and loading docks. We heard about megatons of concrete poured, millions of man hours worked, and billions of dollars invested. I fought to stay awake and aware, trying desperately to tie what I was hearing to the framework of Brujo's research report that I had by now pretty much committed to memory. What factors drove risk? What did we need to know to price the coverage right and not lose our asses paying off on losses? I was still trying to make sense of it all when we were suddenly over water and leaving land behind. Soon I could see nothing but water in every direction, which made me a little nervous. Alexis T Quandry, the guy who was supposed to be the Zen master of all this stuff, just sat quietly, taking it all in and occasionally shooting his cuffs and checking his distorted reflection in the double glass of the aircraft windows. How the heck did we figure all this out?

The pilot kept looking out the windscreen and then at the flat screen in the middle of the cockpit, where a red blinking dot on a blue background grew larger as we approached it. Just as I spotted something in the water, he turned and changed course a bit so he approached it from the northeast. At first it looked like a little speck on the water, but as we got closer I could see that it was at least as big as my ten story dorm back at ESU, except it was mostly steel and aluminum, not brick and mortar, and it was lit up like DKR Memorial Stadium for a night game. It sat on three huge metal pilings and there were two huge cranes overhanging everything just like in downtown Austin. People in orange and blue overalls with yellow or orange hard hats scurried around on catwalks and around huge pipes as we approached, and we landed on a big flat slightly elevated hexagonal area with an "H" on it as big as a basketball court. I then followed the tour around like a zombie, trying to absorb the sheer magnitude of it and the billions that had been spent on this offshore platform, and how rapidly something this massive could be moved to from drilling site to drilling site. Why it actually weighed less than most aircraft carriers. It was cold and wet outside, and we rushed through the tour, finishing up in the galley, where there were steam tables full of bangers and mash, and fish and chips, and everyone there was big, male, smelled of tobacco, and seemed to be between 40 and 50 years old. Despite my growling stomach, this was not a meal I was interested in sitting down to. No one else in the tour group was either. 

I was still having a strange emotional reaction to it all when we loaded back up into the helicopter and took off again. The pilot complained that the winds had shifted and it would take us longer than planned to get back, and that we would have to take on fuel in Scotland. I suppose I wouldn't have time to search Aberdeen and the shire for long lost relatives. The soft drone of the engines inside the cabin put me to sleep, despite my growling stomach. When the noise changed to signal landing, I discovered we were actually at someplace called Sumburgh, which also turned out to be cold, wet and windy. I went to sleep just after we took off again, and didn't wake up until we began to descend and I could see the city and buildings all around us. The pilot complained again, this time about the fact that landing here busted his expense budget. Reggie was waiting for me and Senex and Ben, and took them to the Four Seasons and then me to Horse Guards. Another driver took Alexis, Barry, and Penelope to another one of their endless meetings at Canary Wharf. "Fundraising" was all Barry would say about it.

I realized that I was totally exhausted as Reggie pulled up to the hotel, but he passed it by and detoured a few blocks and then double parked on Ebury street, leaving his flashers on. "I'll be right back, young sir. I didn't want you to have to face hotel room service food this evening." He came back ten minutes later with a big white paper bag with red twine handles that smelled like the best Chinese food in the world, started the car, and dropped me back at Horse Guards, with a cheerful "Goodnight sir!" I walked up to the room in a daze, my ravenous hunger demanding that I open the bag and eat right then. There were napkins, wooden chopsticks and plastic utensils on the top of the bag and several containers underneath them. The first little white folded paper container I pulled out and opened appeared to be quick fried lamb with peas, onions, and rice. It was wonderful, what there was of it. The next was a paper bowl of crabmeat soup that didn't last long. Finally there was some very spicy chicken with asparagus and some kind of wonderful noodles, and I was a happy boy. My sweet tooth was still talking to me, and the final container proved to be honey glazed apples and bananas accompanied by a pastry thing that looked like a cross between a puffy taco and a fortune cookie and tasted very much like almonds. But I was not inclined to speculate, as I needed the sugar quickly, and it was all good.

I brushed my teeth and tossed off my clothes in random spots on the carpet, and got into bed. Just before my head hit the pillow, I noticed the light blinking on the phone. With my last iota of consciousness, I listened to the message, which told me I would be met by someone with a "Liverpool Tennis Centre" shirt on in the lobby at 6 in the morning. I knew I was too far gone to get up and set the alarm on my phone, so I dialed zero and asked for a wakeup call at 5, and then I was out like a light.

It may have been the hours in the unfamiliar environment of the helicopter, the jarring visit to the offshore platform, or just the exotic spices in that wonderful and fragrant Chinese food late at night, but something activated my dream center like never before. They say that when you wake you only remember your most recent dream, not all of them, but while my stomach was settled, and I slept soundly, my emotions must have tossed and turned all night. What I remembered dreaming about was a very big and very strange party.

* * * * *

Elizabeth was sure that Tessa Formby was withholding some things from her. She was electrified to find that young Roberts had been to the 'addicted to' party in Austin, as she and her mates had followed the gossip coverage of that rabidly. Tessa even dished to her on a few celebs that danced naked that Elizabeth had never even heard mentioned before, including one who went ahead and danced even though her not quite as famous hubby was rabidly opposed to it. Elizabeth would give her eye teeth to get invited to something like that, even if she had to agree to dance, too. Maybe especially if she had to dance. Tessa said that she did not think Nora Upman had not been to the party: in fact Tessa did not even seem to have known that the Upman girl was going to school in America. Come to think of it, Tessa said absolutely nothing definitive about Roberts or Pliskin, either, except that she could not believe either of them would be involved in anything treasonous. She did say that she heard a rumor of an attempt on the Italian billionaire during a charity tennis tournament, and that it had been somehow foiled and the kidnappers captured, but there had been no official word or even rumors in the press about it. 

So Elizabeth was left to her own investigative devices, a situation she was used to. She had the metadata that linked these folks together, but not the content of their conversations, texts, Skypes, or emails. All the phone calls from America were stored a spectrum slice at a time in petabyte palaces in the western USA, and there was still enough of a 'special relationship' that GCHQ could access them, but there were other considerations. There was another storehouse of all the LTE and other cell network data which made it possible to access all the texts and emails that went to smart phones. Even the cowboys in Maryland could draw inferences from what one asked for from their data warehouses, and set their own bots searching for relationships and new data. So, she had to come up with a valid reason to try to access conversations around the date and time she was interested in without giving the no such agency any more of a heads up than they already had. She finally created an ersatz connection from the disappeared Spetznaz elements to a kidnap attempt on a royal, a very plausible reason for her to access things around the time of the party in Austin. Soon she was looking at the metadata and finding some key things missing, especially some calls and text messages from some of the unidentifiable burner phones to Miss Pliskin and Mr. Roberts, and some between the two of them on the morning of the rumored kidnap attempt. Such detailed metadata without the voice content suggested that someone had pre-deployed their own ringer femtocells in the neighborhood of the tennis tournament before the action took place, and only the dweeb boys from Fort Meade did that stuff in the USA. That also raised the issue of how they knew that they should be there and when. 

She searched earlier and later in time and discovered other voice and data content recorded from regular phone company cells sites and presumably not intercepted by special femtocells. It gave her some insight into the relationship between Roberts and Pliskin, and some juicy gossip, too. On one of the calls, Miss Pliskin sounded extremely jealous, and Elizabeth would bet a month's salary she knew just exactly who 'Miss Teats and Ass the Art History Major' was. Elizabeth was jealous too. Lara the billionaire's daughter and Suzanne Pliskin were amazingly close and communicative, and it was soon pretty obvious that they were both sleeping with each other and with young Roberts, separately and all at the same time. Now Elizabeth was really intrigued. It's a wonder the kid didn't flunk out of all his classes. Have to look up some images of these two girls. Better not mention all this to the techie team.

Tessa had assured her that Robbie Roberts would never be involved in terrorism, and she knew the Pliskin girl could not either. The insurance billionaire wasn't a very likely prospect, but perhaps the people who worked for him or some of the folks who worked for Tier Group and had access to explosives should come under a little more scrutiny. She tuned the parameters on a few of the bots and set them off again.

* * * * *

Suzanne woke to the smell of Lettye cooking an egg white omelet for her downstairs. She descended the stairs in her robe and ate in a bit of a fugue state, depressed enough to consider just vegging out and marking time until having to dress for Handel's Messiah and the late Wassail and Dinner party tonight. She realized that she had turned her phone off last night, and when she turned it on again seven emails immediately beeped in. She scanned them with dread, her seller's remorse returning, cutting her eyes to make sure Lettye could not see the screen. One was from Robbie, with a photo of him standing on the river bank with London Bridge in the background, and wishing her an early Merry Christmas. Gee thanks. Who took the picture, asshole? Certainly not Miss Nora Upman, that bitch, who was occupied playing the perfect daughter in Bermuda. Now Suzanne was really pissed. 

She attacked the other emails with fire in her eyes. They were all responses to her personal ad. She would show Robbie a few things. The first was wishy-washy and had no identifying information, with just a suggestion to meet at a neutral public place. No way, Jose'. The second was the same. Then came one complete with a name, address and a photo. This one was meeting her requirements so far. Completely revealing and honest, but a very tough customer to please -- he wanted to be completely submissive to her (unlike Robbie) and whipped to the point of bleeding (which Robbie richly deserved, too) but he was also HIV positive, and hoped she was too. No, and no thanks. She shivered. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

A good long run should clear her head. She went back upstairs and changed into her running stuff, with plenty of layers because it was very cold and windy out, and the pockets of her outermost windbreaker were loaded with her father's required personal protection kit, plus a water bottle. She was going to challenge herself and really feel the burn today. She went south on Wisconsin, past the Thai Embassy, and then over to 23rd by the park, then Lincoln, and Constitution. She took 14th to Madison and down the Mall, which was full of bundled up tourists even today. Pennsylvania Avenue and the Capital flashed by, then the Supreme Court and RFK. She passed the Library of Congress, then the Rayburn Building, and turned towards the Washington monument, then finally past the WW2 memorial and back towards GWU, the almost half-way point. Then she went down Virginia and took the Canal Road all the way out to Chain Bridge, then along Chain Bridge Road to almost under the Parkway, then reversed course and headed back, beginning to sprint as she passed the tennis courts and hitting it hard all the way back to N Street NW. 23 miles: now she was pumped. The endorphin rush was almost as good as sex with Robbie and Lara. Top of the world, Ma! Robbie was still a selfish asshole, and there were more unopened emails on her phone.

* * * * *

When the phone rang with my wakeup call, I was absolutely sure it was just the desk clerk calling right back to confirm the time to call me in the morning, but was astounded to find it was actually 5:02 AM. I jumped in the shower and turned it on cold, and stood there in the stream and let it warm up with me in it, hoping it would prove therapeutic. I needed to do some DIY psychoanalysis on my very disturbing dream. Unlike the proverbial dead frog, I did jump when the water got too hot, and adjusted the funny looking English spigot valve. 

My dream was about a big, big dance party: bigger than the Halloween party or the Addicted to Austin bash. I started out dancing with hot little red headed Janet Arroz, who was a great dancer, but then she made me dance with Melanie, and when I did, she got pissed and dumped me, and Melanie went crazy. Then I chased Suzanne around for a while but could never catch her and she wanted to dance different steps than I did. Lara found me and we danced several dances, but then she didn't want to let go dance with anyone else. I danced with Millie, and it was great, and then Jay Kincaid cut in and I never saw her again. Alley and Nora were up on stage with the band stripping, but I couldn't touch either one of them. Vaya Perez was dancing with Peggy Duchenne, trying to put her hand down on her ass, but Peggy kept saying no, and making eyes at me. I finally caught up to Suzanne and she had changed into her red Dominatrix getup and was whipping some guy tied to a chair. "You're next, Robbie!" she laughed. I don't think so. I looked up to a balcony and saw Country Chrissy naked except for a Stetson hat, boots and chaps, and Dana Duke in burnt orange golf shirt with holes cut out for her nipples staring at me. Then I saw Suzanne dancing with three guys at the same time. Horrified, I jumped into Peggy's arms, and she cuddled me like a baby to her massive breasts, and I woke up.

I turned off the shower and rubbed my skin dry and almost raw with one the hotel's big thick towels. I was back to my standard outfit, hung up in the closet since tea with Peggy: dark grey pleated slacks, pale pink dress shirt, navy blazer, black shoes. I added an overcoat over my arm just in case. I didn't even think about my lack of tennis togs or another change for later, as the dream was still reverberating in my mind. I expected to see Reggie or another of his ilk or some burned out tennis court bum in a sweat stained "Liverpool Tennis Centre" shirt waiting to pick me up when I entered the lobby. Instead I saw two incredibly hot looking young blonde twins, barely stuffed into little thin white knit tennis shirts with the right message embroidered in pink on them, plus super short tennis skirts. These girls were stacked and packed and loaded for bare (pun intended). You would think they had been airbrushed and photo shopped for a skin mag centerfold: they did really look that perfect. One of them pointed to me, and the other one giggled. Then I was hit with a coherent wave of matched Suzie signals with an intensity that made me think of a room full of big puppies on a cold morning. The signals wiggled and squiggled and jumped and pounded at me. I couldn't tell if they wanted me or they just wanted any male -- the signals were that overpoweringly strong.

"Robbie!" they cried in unison, their voices as perfect and identical as they were. They were about five feet eight inches tall, with perfect skin, honey blond hair, and light blue eyes. Their eyes were pretty, but did not quite dance with intelligence and fire I saw in Lara, Suzanne, or Millie's eyes, nor did they compare to my recent memory of Elizabeth's eyes from the plane trip over. Most guys, however, wouldn't even notice their eyes for some time, as their faces were plastic surgery perfect and their bodies were almost obscene in their bubble butted showiness. It was as if they were drawn in a cartoon, but they were very real and right in front of me. "I'm Jerry!" and "I'm Terry!" they cried, again in unison, in that breathless Valley Girl/Spice Girl intonation now seemingly universal to English speaking teenagers everywhere. Their makeup was perfect, they had on new looking Adidas tennis shoes and when they bounced up and down with excitement, you just couldn't look away. 

"We brought a driver with us so that both of us could sit in the back seat with you!" Another wave of Suzie hit me, like aftershocks of an earthquake. I looked up to see the expected tennis bum, with a two day beard and a harried look and carrying two very expensive looking women's Burberry overcoats. Just so the girls could look hot and exposed in their tennis clothes in the lobby? No wonder he had that resigned hang dog look on his face, and maybe he was a little hung over, too. 




My Only Talent Ch. 24



He rearranged the coats to one shoulder and offered his hand to shake, and said in a thick New York accent just like Kevin Kretzman's "Welcome aboard the jailbait express, Tex!" I suppose things were going to be very interesting for the next 24 hours or so.

* * * * *

Just about the time Suzanne got back to the house, Lettye took off to do some shopping and pick up the dry cleaning, which included her mother's dress for tonight. Suzanne took a hot shower and scrubbed herself thoroughly. She found it very stimulating, and sat down on her bed to check out the emails from her other three potential 'dates'. The first was a letdown -- just another 'maybe we should meet somewhere and talk' invitation. Maybe not. The next was more interesting -- and pretty amazing, all things considered. It was from a Federal judge, from the United States Court of Appeals for the Federal Circuit, which if she remembered her Gov 357L coursework correctly, was a pretty big deal. Recently appointed, he knew he was a purely political pick and not really up to the job. He needed to confess to someone about how and why he got the appointment, and to be punished for it. He hadn't had an erection since he took the oath of office, and he was self aware enough to know that it was the guilt that was doing it to him. He had experimented with BDSM and was sure that a painful cleansing was what he needed. Perhaps Suzanne should do him as a public service.

But the final email was beyond any expectation she might have had. If irony could be delicious, this was the ultimate taste test. It was from Professor Auguste F.I. Haubenfelter, the great economist himself! He said he had been into the submissive side of BDSM since a very early and highly exciting introduction by a much older professor and dominant mistress. He said he had just moved to the DC area, taking a one year teaching assignment, and was thus separated from his mistress in Paris, who in any case over the last few months had been unable to go far enough to fully excite him. She really was not psychologically capable of dominating a man like him, he explained, because she was so much in awe of him. She had tried her best to do what he needed, but just could not. He needed someone strong and willful, someone masterful enough to make him believe he could actually be humiliated, and thus successfully dominated. Suzanne giggled. August, baby, I think I am just the Mistress for you! But perhaps I better warm up on the Judge! Then she realized she now had two upcoming 'dates' and she had absolutely nothing to wear. 

She dressed quickly and headed out, now filled with purpose. She walked down the little neighborhood health food store, which also doubled as meditation and healing center, bulletin board, naturopathic pharmacy, and hangout for the hip and underemployed. It was also a distribution point for the Washington City Paper, which was a weekly with lots of 'esoteric' display advertising. She flipped through it and found a few places offering the kind of clothing she was looking for -- an 'erotic boutique', the 'queer store', a 'vintage fashion clothing outlet' and two 'dance apparel' spots, and Georgetown was the epicenter for it all. She found a decent pair of shiny black thigh boots in the first place she looked, but the offered 'sex suits' left her cold. She needed another kind of look -- unusual and distinctive. What she really wanted was something like her running tights that had such an effect on Robbie, but maybe even more daring for the 'private showings' she was contemplating. The first dance place had only standard Danskin style tights, which were nice, but much too vanilla for her purpose, and she had already rejected the cheap black fishnet body suits at the queer store. She was running out of time when she entered what might be her last chance today -- a small and classy dance store on her way back to her parent's house that seemed to feature stuff for real ballet dancers, plus all the popular modern dance stuff. 

A little silver bell tinkled as she pushed open the door, and she could see she was the only customer in the store. A woman in her thirties looked up from a copy of Dance magazine and smiled perfunctorily, and looked surprised, then embarrassed. Finally she composed her face, stood up, and said "Welcome, what may I show you?" As she walked toward the front Suzanne noticed her graceful movements. She was tall -- at least 5' 9" -- maybe a little too tall to be in many ballet companies, and thin. She had the kind of figure that comes from lots of dancing and stretching and a severely restricted diet, not a normal diet with lots of exercise. Her face was very pale and very pretty, framed with brown hair done in a very short bobbed cut, with a minimum of makeup, but then she really didn't need any.

Suzanne smiled, at first trying to convey shyness and embarrassment that she then discovered she really didn't feel. "I'm looking for a very sheer leotard or body suit, much thinner than most dance tights. It's not really for dancing, more like for, uh, modeling, I guess you would say." 

The woman smiled knowingly. "So it's purely for the visual effect. It won't have to withstand repetitive movement?" 

Suzanne smiled in return. "That's it exactly. I'm trying to create a certain first impression, for the proper, ah, mood."

The woman looked thoughtfully at Suzanne. "Size four?"

"Yes."

"I have something to show you that I don't normally sell, but I bring in from Sweden for my own use. Wait here a moment."

The woman disappeared into the back of the store, and then Suzanne heard her footsteps on some stairs, apparently going up a level, then coming back down into the store. She returned and tentatively handed Suzanne a white cardboard box with an unusual green logo on the front. Suzanne opened it to find some very gauzy and thin fabric surrounded by tissue paper. The fabric appeared to be either fine linen that had been stone washed a thousand times or a lace doily that had been sandblasted. Technically, it was cloth, but practically speaking it was virtually transparent. Perfect!

"Size 4?" Suzanne asked excitedly. 

"And a very tight size 4 at that." The woman smiled. 

"I'll take them!"

The woman took the box back into her hands. "Call me Cindy. But these are not for sale. But I might make a gift of them, on one condition."

Suzanne raised one eyebrow, her expression silently asking Cindy for her terms.

"I want you to model them for me, to make sure they fit." Cindy smiled demurely, perhaps submissively? Her expression was hard for Suzanne to read, but she figured she would just interpret it the way she wanted things to be. She gave the store clerk her best dazzling smile, followed by her best dominatrix stare, the one that Lara said made her melt inside. 

"I have a few conditions of my own!" Suzanne said in her lowest and most powerful tone. The woman shivered, and then hurried over to the door, turned the sign over from 'open' to 'closed', locked the door, turned out the lights and hurried up the stairs, beckoning Suzanne to follow. Suzanne wasn't bored anymore. But she was still horny, more so than ever. And she didn't have much time.



My Only Talent Ch. 25



Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. The delay in posting this chapter and perhaps the next few may be ascribed to some unexpected turbulence and travel in the author's schedule.




The twins were little jumping blonde bundles of energy as we made our way from the hotel lobby back out to the car, which proved to be a big old silver grey Range Rover, very similar to the one Peggy had sold before she left Austin, but older and even more worn, and with British plates, several add on bumpers and brush guards, some aggressively treaded winter tires to handle snowy conditions and the steering wheel on the right hand side. I just can't get used to that. They guided me into the middle of the back seat with efficient position blocking feints and shoulder bumps that suddenly reminded me of two taller blond copies of Eldee winning one of her herding trials. They each handed me one end of the middle seat belt and strapped themselves in on either side of me while I buckled up. 

The unshaven and hung over tennis bum and our reluctant chauffeur, whose name turned out improbably to be Newcombe (B. for breaking) Connors, put on his own seat belt and started the engine, looking up in the mirror to gaze at the girls seamlessly pressed against my thighs and staring like I was about to be their breakfast. I had not had breakfast, and my stomach was telling me about it. They caught him looking into the back seat and cleared their throats dramatically, and in response he shrugged, donned a pair of ear buds and turned up some very heavy metal sounding tunes, effectively preventing him from listening in on the conversation. He pulled the Range Rover out onto Whitehall and I saw the big Ferris wheel across the river to my right as we then turned left. We soon passed what I thought I recognized from the guidebook as Buckingham Palace, then Paddington Station, and merged into a motorway. This looked like approximately the same route we had taken to the Tier Group offices in Watford to start our all day tour yesterday. But I soon lost all ability to try to follow our progress, as we turned onto some small and not so clearly labeled roads, and then two lovely faces and two pairs of eyes and two sizzling Suzie signals suddenly pinned me in place like a bug mounted in a collection for careful study. 

"Abbie said we would like you, Robbie, and we sure do, or at least I do. Don't you, too, Terry?"

"Most assuredly, my dear sister Jerry! He is absotively scrum-diddly-umptous, just as advertised!" 

I sought some clarification on our budding relationship. "Tell me, girls, where are you in school?"

"We are home schooled, Robbie, as our intensive tennis training, overall learning style and natural proclivities are not well aligned with the typical classroom atmosphere!" That I could certainly believe.

"Sister, dear, I think Robbie was trying to politely enquire as to our ages, pursuant to Newcombe's catty comment about 'jailbait', a term of American slang referring to those unfortunate girls too young to be legally consenting sexual partners."

"Oh, we have certainly debated that one very frequently over the years at our house, Robbie. We just turned 18 and are well beyond legal age in the UK. Were we born in days of yore we might have been legal at 12 or 13." 

"But to address your concerns, Robbie Dear, our Mommie trumps the law around here, at least as far as we are concerned, and she has decreed that we cannot have sex with anyone unless she gives us prior approval!"

"Seems a waste of time and talent, but she says we have to wait until 'our brains develop properly'!" That familiar phrase set my teeth on edge and my mind on guard. 

"She says things like 'why have some just some good stuff now when you can wait a little while and have all the very best for the rest of your life' and 'you will thank me in the future'. " Another set of familiar phrases: what were the odds?

"She says she doesn't want us to be like little girls in the candy shop and eat too much and make ourselves sick."

"I do want to eat a lot!"

"But our Mommie is not exactly a stick in the mud, if you know what I mean, so there might be something to her concerns and cautions. At any rate, even though we are eighteen, she has not yet approved anyone for us!"

"After we turn 21, we can pick out own poison, so to speak."

"So we have been making our lists of candidates for Mommie to approve since we were 14, sort of a 'bucket list' of people and things we want to do before we die, or in this case, as soon as she will let us."

"In our lighter moments, we call it our 'fuckit list'!"

"I'm penciling you in on mine, Robbie. Mommie wouldn't have had step daddy Abbie invite you if you weren't a prospect, and you look very promising to me!"

What does one say to that? "Well, girls, you are both charming and very attractive, and you certainly seem enthusiastic, but I think I'm just here to play tennis."

"You have no inkling of how enthusiastic we could be, Robbie! Officially speaking, you are here to help sell insurance to Abbie, aren't you? But something about you has piqued our Mommie's interest. Are you attracted to older women?"

"Hush, Terry. If she does him we never can! You know the rules!" 

Looking out the window showed me nothing but tree lined roads running through well-kept pastures. I suddenly longed for the simpler, more solitary, agricultural life. 

"Speaking of tennis, we like to play strip tennis! When you lose a game, you lose one article of clothing. Set points are so thrilling!

"And we are very strict about how we count items, too! For instance, all jewelry counts as one item, inclusive of earrings, bracelets, watches, body jewelry, anything."

"Shoes count as one item, as do socks or hosiery! None of this left and right counts as two items stuff."

Sexually charged tennis bets made me think of Lara, and I started to get hard, perhaps not the wisest thing I could do in this situation. "Does your mother know about all this?"

They laughed nervously. "Mommie knows everything about us, and about most everyone else, too. You can't lie to her and you can't fool her, and you certainly don't want to cross her!"

Terry nudged my thigh and leered openly at my erection, which was straining against the pleated crotch of my dark grey slacks. "Does YOUR mother know about THAT?" 

Holy Toledo. That just made it harder, and more difficult. Change the subject, Robbie. Peggy seemed to really like Abelard's wife, but she had described the daughters as 'evil'. Was that her synonym for threatening? 

"How often do you lose at tennis, girls?"

"Only when we want to - usually just a game or two to get our victims excited and set the hook. Then we scorch 'em and strip 'em. It's the primary vicarious sexual pleasure that Mommie will let us pursue, so far. She invites potential candidates for a match, and then we see how they handle being defeated and disrobed, plus we get to check out the goods, so to speak, that might make it onto our lists. It's delicious fun. I cross off the guys or girls that get all embarrassed and surly when they lose."

"And I underline the guys that get all hot and hard when they realize we are going to get to see them naked. Bonus points for boners, I always say!" Jerry took a little Filofax out of her purse and drew two obvious lines on a page, looking from it to my crotch and back. 

"Are you two really any good as players?"

"Abbie and our coaches all say we are going to be the English equivalent of the Williams Sisters!" That would be pretty good. Did I really want to play tennis against these two? Was that their mother's plan?

The Range Rover bucked as we turned off the two lane country road onto an even narrower one, through a radio operated gate, and then down the winding road flanked by hundreds of huge trees. A big old house loomed in the distance on a hill, surrounded by orchards full of now dormant trees and what seemed like miles of low stone wall. Snow dotted the landscape, and wood smoke escaped from several chimneys. We went through the front gate in the stone wall, and around behind the giant home, passing a very big and tall metal building, painted in wide swaths of green and brown, almost camouflage style. Back home in Texas, a building like this would probably be painted in a khaki color, be surrounded by pickups and SUVs, have a sign that said something like 'Bubba Bob's Baseball Academy' and be full of batting cages, pitching machines, and prospective baseball scholarship recipients or direct high school draft picks. I realized this was why 'step daddy Abbie' was so confident we could deal with tennis in the cold weather, and that this edifice must be full of tennis courts and serving machines. It was camouflaged and surrounded by trees even taller than it was to keep up the otherwise baronial appearance of the estate. I was suddenly a little apprehensive to see who I was expected to play first, and who would be in the gallery.

We stopped at the back entrance of the house, where lots of cars were parked. A guy dressed in what had to be a butler's outfit drove up in a 'stretch golf cart' and took the girls coats and my little suitcase, and loaded them in the back of the cart where you would expect the golf clubs to go. This guy looked to be about 40 years old, and moved like a well conditioned cat, hardly what you would expect from a stuffy English butler. He had a clear eyed and very observant look. 

He turned to me. "Come with me up to the Salmon Suite, sir, on the third floor of the main house, left hallway, the one with the salmon colored fabric on the door. My name is Jeeves, and you may call on me should need anything, anything at all." He handed me a blue duffle bag. "This is some tennis equipment and togs and that you should change into, and then join the group in the dining room on the first floor for breakfast, before the tennis tournament begins." I took the bag automatically, as the twins each took one arm and gave me a stereo wet kiss, one set of twin lips on each cheek. 

"Darn it, Robbie. Thanks to the tournament, we won't get to strip you. Mommies' tennis tournaments are nothing more than thinly disguised social devices to get the proper people to meet each other and talk. She lays out the seeds in each bracket so that people she wants to put together get eliminated early, and end up sitting and talking with each other, assuming she has handicapped the matches properly. Since you most regrettably haven't invited us to come and watch you change clothes, we'll just see you downstairs at breakfast."

Jeeves led the way up the massive stairs, and I got a load of the house, or perhaps I should say castle. This thing was huge and built a long time before indoor plumbing and electricity, and the primary components seemed to be giant blocks of granite. These steps would not have been out of place on an Incan pyramid. There were at least six levels above the ground floor, each separated by many widely spaced steps, up which we now trudged, although Jeeves seemed pretty light on his feet, even carrying my bag and what looked like someone else's much larger suitcase. We turned left at the third floor, and I saw a huge wooden door at the far end of the landing with a center decorative panel of what looked like salmon colored satin upholstery on it. Jeeves entered the suite, delivering quite a push to move the massive door open, and deftly hung up my clothes in the closet and put my Dopp kit in the bathroom, then hurried out on some other mission.

I opened the blue duffle bag he had given me, and discovered a brand new Wilson Steam racquet, with the correct 5 grip, a pair of Nike 'ballistecs in the correct 12 wide, and some rightly sized and very high quality tennis whites with that ubiquitous 'Liverpool Tennis Center' logo in the same blue, complete with a blue tennis jacket that matched the color of the lettering and the laces in the shoes, and a custom grip wrap and sweat band, also in the same color coordinated blue. I was impressed, and I now had no excuse for poor performance on the court. I actually hadn't played anything but the charity tournaments since my match with Lara. I dressed out and then looked at myself in the mirror, and discovered that my newly developed thighs and butt did make me look very different in these tight whites than I would have back when ESU classes began.

I took a look around in the huge suite, which was decorated like some sort of a steam punk version of a fancy hotel room. Everything that wasn't metal was colored in whites and blues, and the only salmon color I had seen was on the door. Then I looked in the corner near the window and saw a big salmon colored lump of something. On closer inspection, it was either a broken down old re-upholstered chair, or a very strange foot rest or ottoman. It stood like a toadstool up out of the floor, five feet across, except that it wasn't round and symmetrical like a toadstool. It had a five lobed top like the underside of a big strawberry, with the center elevated, and with a little depression in the very top. It didn't look like it would support your feet very well, as it was a little too high for that, and there was no chair nearby anyway. There were little areas scooped out of the wood base around the perimeter and lined with something smooth that looked like black leather that you could put something the size of a big grapefruit in snugly. It was apparently stuffed with horsehair padding, and covered in strange salmon colored leather that looked very smooth, but thick and very strong. There was also a row of old looking snap fasteners and brand new hook and ring strips around the very bottom of its circumference. 

I was still staring at it uncomprehendingly when I heard footfalls and laughter outside on the stairway, and noted that other people were heading down to breakfast, presumably from other suites on my floor or those above. I stuck my head out and saw two couples in their thirties, well dressed, each holding hands, and descending the staircase. I fell into step in between the two couples. 

"I wonder who we will have to endure today?" the woman closest to me hissed at her companion. "You'd think he would impose all this only on his direct employees, not other museum donors! Does he want to humiliate us because we don't give the museum as much as he does?"

"Nobody gives as much has he does. What's humiliating about meeting other donors, and playing tennis with them, plus free lodging, food and drink for the weekend?

"I just don't like it. I think there is stuff going on here that we don't get invited to!"

"Like what?"

"You know!"

"I don't. If you know something, then please tell me."

"I heard something in the bathroom of the tennis building last time we were here. One woman said to another "If I wanted to go dogging, this would be the place to try it!"

"I thought some of the guests that did not play tennis went out 'birding' in the woods. We have been invited to do that, we just never went. What's dogging?"

"You know!"

"I do not!"

A loud pop of a Suzie signal emerged from the woman, not for her companion, or anyone in particular, just a generic 'woman signaling for man' desire signal. It quickly grew stronger, with a wild overtone. "It's when a woman goes out into the woods and...." She paused just as they turned a corner toward the dining room, and then noticed me and the other couple just behind me. Her face became a mask of alarm, and she instantly grew silent. Her Suzie signal wavered and died out. 

By that time they had reached the dining room, which looked like it could seat at least 200 people. I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye and saw the twins waving enthusiastically at me. Next to them were my old ESU football game buddy Abelard Peters, and a tall and beautiful platinum haired woman that seemed to be about 45 years old to Abelard's almost 80. Both girls reached for an arm when I approached the group. 

"Mommie, this is Robbie. He is on both our lists already!"

The woman looked incredulous, but Abelard laughed loudly, taking her upper arm. "Oh how you will serve me tonight, wench! I'll teach you to bet against me! "

She reached over and patted his butt. 'I already do anything you want, you old goat!" She smiled, pulled the arm away from him and held out her hand to me. "I am Belinda Hatch-Peters, Abelard's second and final wife." 

I'm not sure why the inspiration struck me, but I took her hand, held it up to my lips and gave the back of it a lingering kiss. The twins bounced up and down as they watched, then both put their hands out to me. I passed on their implied offer and spoke to their mother, still holding her gaze. "The pleasure is mine. My opinion of Abelard, already high, has now soared after meeting you and your lovely daughters. "

She laughed heartily. "What a shameless hound dog you are young man. We'll get along famously!"

Abelard spoke up. "I usually introduce her as 'my current wife' and she was just trying to forestall my little joke. I am glad you could join us, Robbie."

We sat at a big table with about eight other people and breakfast was served family style in big bowls. I counted eight tables of about a dozen people each, and there would have been room for lots more. My stomach, growling all during the car trip, was delighted by the contents of the bowls: eggs, sausages, kippers, scones, strawberries, oranges, melon balls, and French toast dusted with powdered sugar. Yee Haw! The conversation included the entire table and ranged from the latest additions to the museum's various collections, to tennis, to Formula One racing, to geopolitics. I enjoyed listening, but I was too busy filling my hollow leg to participate. Perhaps getting my blood sugar back up to normal increased my Suzie sensitivity, as I began to hear subtle and not so subtle Suzie signals from all over the room. The twins provided their constant background noise of little jumping puppy Suzie signals popping all around, almost randomly signaling for a wide assortment of targets. Occasional signals from adjacent tables would override the twins, with stronger and more developed desire signals for specific people. 

As breakfast wound down, Belinda changed the subject from Obama's treatment of Britain to tennis, "Robbie, I have seeded you for this morning's tournament based solely on Abelard's assessment of your tennis ability. For my sake I hope he was not too optimistic. But I understand my girls are hoping that you are hopelessly inept and will fall victim to their skills later in your visit." With that she stood up and walked over to a large board on a stand at the front of the room, which was covered with a blue plastic tarp. All conversations instantly stopped at the other tables, and several frantic Suzies sprang forth, all tinged with raucous overtones of various kinds of wildness.

The woman to my left leaned over and whispered to the man next to her, but loudly enough for me to hear, "If they get eliminated early, I am going to throw my match so I am free to be with them! Promise me you will, too!" I instantly heard a strange spike of some mixed male signaling for female and some male signaling for male Suzies, but could not hear his verbal reply. Belinda Hatch-Peters reached the stand and pulled off the blue tarp, revealing a fairly standard looking ladder of seeds for a tennis tournament. Most of the names I did not recognize, but I saw my own name, paired with Belinda's, seeded as second highest mixed doubles pair. 

Abelard leaned closer to me. "Belinda's tournaments are unusual. It looks like a regular mixed doubles setup, but there is an overall handicapping formula and then a separate ongoing ranking ladder for males and females. The main purpose is to stimulate giving for the museum, but some of our guests have 'side bets' that stimulate other things, you might say. You have probably noticed that Belinda is a very vital and striking woman, and I must tell you that we have a very open and understanding relationship; you could say, especially with regard to our libidos. Her needs are ten times mine, and while she can satisfy me completely, I also enjoy watching her satisfying herself and other people, with my complete approval."




My Only Talent Ch. 25



I had nothing to say to that, and desperately hoped he would fill the silence. He finally did. "We expect you will only be interested in our lovely Miss Duchenne on this trip, and that is as it should be. But keep your mind open to other, future possibilities. I suspect Belinda is considering you as one of the girls 'pre-approved' partners for the future."

I must have turned red, and he laughed. "I know this is hardly the conventional talk that a father, or even a step-father, gives to a young man, and I don't expect that you will be part of the girl's lives in the long term, but in the short term I think you could be a good influence on them. Just observe and see what you can glean about them and our other guests as the day unfolds." What else could I do?

The entire group trooped over to the tennis building, buzzing with excitement, conversations, and various catcalls and challenges bouncing back and forth. There were four well lit courts inside, with a few rows of seats around each. Two big plasma screens loomed high on one wall: one had a video version of the tournament ladder that had been on the board inside, and the other had a map like representation of the courts, with the names of the teams for the next match displayed on each court. Belinda and I, as high seeds, were not playing in the earliest matches. People began filling up the courtside seating, and I noticed that Belinda and Abelard were already settled in courtside with no vacancies in the rows around them. I moved toward the least crowded seating at the furthest court away, and sat down to enjoy a match.

*******

Lara busied herself getting ready for the open house. She had bundled up and doggedly done her three mile run right after breakfast, still surprised at how cold it was. Her 'work day' then started with the flower delivery, and she began to distribute and arrange them about the house to bring a little floral spring beauty (mostly imported from Central and South America) to this cold Colorado day. The caterers came next, setting up their tables and getting them and other stuff ready for when they returned later with the fresh food and drink. She had already set up two decorative Christmas trees in addition to the big one in the family room, and phoned to check on the musicians and the guy who would bring the 'rent a reindeer' for the front yard. Finally she completed her walk through and pronounced everything ready for action. The RSVP's had been vigorous this year, as apparently theirs was one of the most desirable events in the Beaver Creek area this evening. Maybe there would be some interesting new people to meet. She wished Robbie was coming. Actually, she wished she was coming, with Robbie, maybe with a little Suzanne on the side!



*******

Suzanne had enjoyed the performance of the Messiah at the Kennedy center, and even some of the conversations at the dinner party afterward. She was pleasantly surprised to see Heidi and her husband the newly elected Senator at the dinner party, and introduced them to her parents. Heidi's hubby and the Ambassador were very politically compatible, but Suzanne found herself wondering if she and Heidi were also personally compatible, and if she could tempt Heidi to run off for a little secret rendezvous. Probably not, given all the press attention they were receiving, and it would only get worse after her husband was sworn in. 

Now fully equipped with the proper clothing, Suzanne had made a date to visit the judge at his condo, which was the only place she would agree to meet him. He pledged his total devotion. She had pledged to cleanse him, more thoroughly than he could ever imagine. She wondered if her new super thin body suit would have the same effect on him that it had on Cindy. She almost got all sweet on Cindy when the woman took one look at Suzanne in that filmy getup and instantly stripped and fell to her knees, chin quivering and eyes full of tears, already dripping wet and filling the room with her surprisingly aggressive pussy smell. But Suzanne knew that being sweet would not get Cindy off, and that she would have to be very rough on her, and so she was. Cindy was even more excited when she left, and so was Suzanne. No release for either of them yet, but it sure gave her some ideas for the Professor's coming humiliation. Actually she was not planning to let him come, except perhaps via self abuse, and from a long way away from his supremely dominant Mistress. 

*******

The preliminary tennis matches actually featured better play than I expected. Everyone was in decent shape and relatively mobile, but they often had poor technique; reaching for the ball and hitting it without being set and balanced. I could probably do very well here as an instructor, at least with these lower seeds. As the early matches neared completion, several Suzies popped up, as if there were something sexual about who won the match. As they finished, the video screens updated, and I saw I was to sit out the next match, too. I decided to stay put and just watch. The play in the next round was better, but still well below what I perceived as my high school form. I realized I hadn't played really competitive tennis at all since my match with Lara. I remembered the wonderful prize I had won then, and realized that I missed Lara terribly already. Belinda Hatch-Peters then eased into the seat next to mine, so silently that I might not have noticed except for her perfume. 

"I hope you are diligently scouting the opposition, Robbie. We will begin play in the next round, and I expect to win. I also expect your stellar play to carry me!"

"I suppose the pressure is on me to perform, then. The twins told me that I really don't want to cross you!" 

She snorted. "Well, I might give you a little more leeway than I usually give them. But tennis is not one of my special skills, and since the girls are already staking a claim to you, you may never get to experience my special skills. "

I snorted. "My loss I am sure. Abelard mentioned your 'open' relationship, but the girls also mentioned 'the rules'."

"I love Abelard, and he is so good to me, and I am very good to him. You seem to be pretty quick on the uptake. May I ask you a personal question or two?"

"Yes, so long as reciprocity applies."

"How old were you when you began having sex?"

I smiled, wondering what I should reveal and what I should keep to myself. "Coincidentally, it was not until after I turned eighteen."

"I don't think it was coincidental at all. I suspect it was parental influence, like with my girls. I do worry about them. They are exposed to way too much at much too young an age these days. I am trying to get them at least near adulthood undamaged, and most of their friend's bubble-headed mothers are throwing booze and pot parties, 'I kissed a girl and I liked it' musical reviews, and 'E rainbow blow job orgies'. I'm hardly a prude, but there is such a thing as too much too soon, even for an old libertine like me!"

I was sure her next question would involve more details on my sexual initiation, but she changed directions on me completely. "Where were your people from before they went to the New World, Robbie?"

I answered without thinking. "My father's people are from Scotland mostly, Aberdeen to be specific. My mother's ancestors are mostly from France and England, although there are all sorts of interesting twigs in her family tree, including Karankawa and Chiricahua Apache."

She looked interested. "Cannibals and scalp takers: a savage beast in your DNA, perhaps? How evocative."

My turn, Belinda baby. "Does platinum hair run in your family?"

"Yes, but females only. My grandfather used to say we were descended from Druids, but I think he was joking." 

The second round match ended, and we moved to one of the other courts for our first match, as directed by the map on the overhead video screen. I did my stretching and warm-ups, as did Belinda. She looked very flexible and seemed to have good balance and excellent core strength, causing me to speculate briefly on the other 'talents' she made reference to earlier. Maybe I would have to 'carry her' to win the match, but I suspected she could carry me easily when horizontal. What a lovely image. She introduced me to our opponents, a thirtyish barrister who was quite successful and already a major museum donor, and his hot girlfriend, a trendy fashion photographer. Everyone hit a few practice serves, and then Belinda suggested they serve to start the match. When play began, I decided on my 'charity and social tennis' mode: just keep the ball in play, and let the other team make unforced errors, without trying to hit any winners myself. Against most opponents, especially playing doubles, this worked out just fine, and it did with this match, too. The barrister may have been spending too much time sitting at his desk, as he did not move very well on the court, and he was a showboat, trying to hit winners with every shot, instead of just returning the ball. His girlfriend was actually the far more effective player, and she got a little frustrated with him.

Belinda was okay on the baseline, but she got nervous and was virtually useless up at the net. The showboat soon figured this out, and took delight in smashing shots right at her that made her cover up in fear. I changed my approach, making sure he got wide and deep balls he could barely return, much less deliberately smash toward Belinda, and I began rushing the net, sending Belinda back toward the baseline. After a few very effective volleys brought us a first set victory, I noticed the girlfriend grin, and Belinda grimace. Don't piss off the big donor, Roberts! I let up, giving him returns he could hit, but not smash, and his sprits improved as they won a few points. But they made enough unforced errors for us to win in straight sets. 

We shook hands at the net, and as they trudged off, Belinda swatted my butt with her racquet. "Glad you finally figured that out, Robbie, although I did enjoy his discomfort for a moment." 

The video screens announced that we were already at the quarter finals. Belinda told me that the level of play was about to improve markedly, and we were matched against a couple in their forties, who looked very much alike, and as if they spent lots of time out in the sun. I thought about my grandfather's aphorism that people who live together for a long time began to look like each other, and like their dogs, and could not avoid the image of two nervous Basenjis with sunburns as these two warmed up. But Belinda then introduced them as brother and sister, mentioning sotto voce as we walked onto the court that they were fabulously wealthy and moderately royal, with the suntans coming from their major passion, yacht racing. The sister served, a damn good first one in the corner, and the match was on. Now I really was covering for Belinda, although I got the idea she was holding back to see how well I could manage. I avoided hitting any obvious winners, but I was near the envelope of my 'charity' style of play, still able to return all of their shots, but having to work at it. If the next match was any tougher, I was going to have to try to hit some winners just to survive. We won in three sets, but it was a rousing match. All four of us were winded, and they seemed genuinely happy with the effort, despite their loss. "Well played, young man. I hope you two can run young Chasemoore around just as much!" There were only the semi-finals and final left to play, so only two courts were needed from now on. Belinda motioned me over to one of the four indoor courts, where the nets had been struck, plastic flooring laid down, and tables set up with food and drink. I was in need, and soon found what I needed.

The Gatorade rally hit the spot: invented by an ESU grad, of course. That cinnamon bear claw pastry thing was just the sugar hit my brain needed, too. Suzies popped into my receiver: some were even signaling for me. But there was a very discordant and unusual signal emanating from a short and pleasant looking woman in her early thirties who was talking animatedly to Belinda. The signal was not for me, and not really 'for' the male that was eliciting it, either. It had a very hurtful and grating quality, the Suzie signal equivalent of nails on a blackboard, and was somehow even more disturbing than Melanie's meltdown signals. My hunch told me it was about rape, force, unwilling sex, and it made me feel awful. She was looking across the court at a tall and gangly young man in his mid twenties, who was staring unblinkingly at her with a smug grin on his face. I took an instant and deep disliking to him. Belinda walked over to me and nodded toward the gangly grinner. 

"That is one of our most likely opponents in the final match, and betrothed to the woman I was just talking to. His name is Chasemoore Gardner-Betts."

"I don't think she is looking forward to the wedding, Belinda."

"She isn't, but her family is. They arranged it. The last few foolish generations have mortgaged the old feudal lands to the point of attachment and foreclosure, and the lad's family is going to pay off the debt after the wedding – sort of an 'inverse dowry' if you will, but very hush-hush. The two family lands adjoin each other. Chasemoore considers himself God's gift to women, although most women don't seem to want to open the package, if you get my drift." 

I did, with confirmation from my Suzie receiver. I wondered who his mixed doubles partner was. Chasemoore soon favored us with his presence. From close up, he looked even worse: oversized Adam's apple, big ears, close set eyes, and a huge and asymmetrical nose that really cried out for plastic surgery. 'Horse face' would be an upgrade.

"Greetings, Belinda. I see you have recruited a new doubles partner, not that it will do you any good." He stuck out his hand, magnanimously, he thought. "Chasemoore Gardner-Betts!" he announced. 

"Catch any?" I could not resist, even though I was sure he had heard it before.

"How droll! You must be the American fresher that Newcombe was prattling on about. Are you here to service the twins?"

I thought it was just in bad taste, but Belinda's reaction was much stronger. It must have been her equivalent of a Susie signal blast, something I was surprised she could produce. Chasemoore only blinked, but for me it was physically painful, like some of the car stereo decibel contests I had been to with Bigun Jackson back in Dallas. Whatever Belinda's other proclivities might be, she was fiercely loyal to her daughters, and Chasemoore was truly pushing his luck. Chasemoore moved over to the designated court for his semifinal match, and we headed for ours. We won and so did he, playing with a very athletic and attractive young lady that seemed to barely tolerate him, and sent no Suzie for him. 

Belinda said "He plays with his school chum's sister, who I think is pressured to team with him for her brother's sake. The two young men have been roommates and joined at the hip since first form at Charterhouse. Both are the latest and least able males that their famous families have ever produced." We then joined them on the court for the final match. 

The school mate was even more awkward looking than Chasemoore, if that was possible. Chasemoore introduced the chum as 'his wingman' which made me chuckle. He thought I was amused by his command of American idiom, but I was actually struck by the inappropriateness of the term: these two were about the furthest thing from fighter pilots I could possibly imagine. I dropped my charity tennis mode and tried to get fired up to do my competitive best. I resolved to get in the best position I could and hit the best shot I could, every time. Chasemoore was one of those guys who ran his mouth continually as he played, alternating between declarations of his own soaring superiority and inevitable triumph, and functioning as his own play by play man and color commentator, loudly describing his incredible exploits for an imagined audience. I made two promises to myself: I would beat this asshole, and previous to that I would run him around so badly that he had no wind left to talk with. 

My partner's play suddenly improved markedly, too. Belinda had a look of grim determination on her face, and was now a ball hawk at the net with no trace of timidity, and continued to play the baseline very well. Chasemoore's partner was an even match for Belinda, though, so it was up to me to best the Bozo. I was fully warmed up from all the previous matches and feeling fine, having tanked up on water and some nuts and granola mix just before the match. Chasemoore's spinning serve kicked wide almost every time, which previously would have given me trouble, but I found my new marathon trained legs and Suzanne and Lara molded gluts propelled me easily into position to have time to set my stance fully, get down low, and hit it back deep and true. I was at least a step and half faster to the ball than I had ever been in high school! His partner's serve had good velocity, but I found her very predictable, and began taking the opportunity to drive my returns deep and in such a way that Chasemoore had to really dig for them. 

They had obviously played doubles together before, and had good communication and almost no positioning errors, but Belinda was playing almost error free, too, and if Chasemoore failed to get back in position just right I could send one where he was not and win 3 rallies out of 4. When Chasemoore served to Belinda he held serve, and when she served to him he hit some very strong returns, but otherwise we had the best of it. I took delight in noting that Chasemoore's announcing was becoming less frequent and his breathing more labored. When he began to complain loudly when his partner couldn't return one of our deep balls, I knew we had them. I must admit I took some pleasure in his discomfort. Belinda was grinning ear to ear. I was really enjoying my new legs and command of the situation.

I began to hear applause from the gallery, and thoroughly enjoyed that too. I looked up before my next serve and saw that Abelard was seated center court, and I suddenly noticed Peggy sitting next to him, her hair up in pigtails in a school girl outfit, smiling brightly, her lips highlighted by dark red lipstick. She looked incredible, and soon I noticed how tight these tennis whites were. When Belinda hit a winner right down the line, I heard two soaring cheers from the twins. In fact, almost everyone from the breakfast was in the stands watching and cheering. I suspected that more of them would be happy to see Chasemoore defeated than wanted to see me win, but it sounded good anyway. I would rather be playing with Lara, but other than that, this was the best I had every felt on a tennis court, and every hit was a bit of a high. I suppose the better you are at something the better it feels, and that explains why truly great players are so devastated when they can no longer compete – they are losing the chance to enter an altered state that they have enjoyed many times before and know they cannot achieve again. 

Chasemoore was not talking at all now, just hustling for the ball and breathing hard between shots. I began to toy with him, extending how long it took to tend the match and prolonging my enjoyment. Belinda jogged my thinking "Finish him off before he gets a second wind, Robbie." Three more quick winners, and then the final shot tied Chasemoore in a knot while he tried to decide whether to run back to the baseline or try to stand and volley – and thus he missed it totally. His partner, Sidwell Selene Happer, known to most people simply as Sid, came directly to the net to shake hands and congratulate us, Chasemoore refused to. That made it even better. I tried kissing her hand, but the initial contact with her Suzie told me she was sending for Belinda and not me, and I watched her shake Belinda's hand very warmly indeed. Chasemoore's chum, Evan Rembrandt Happer, commiserated with him in the backcourt, pretty much ignoring his sister. I stood at the net, hand extended across it and looking right at Chasemoore, demonstrating I hoped my good sportsmanship and highlighting his lack thereof. He never even looked at me.




My Only Talent Ch. 25



A late lunch was served in the main hall of the huge house, buffet style. Lots of salads, cold cuts, and dark bread, along with a selection of strong English cheeses, backed up with several kinds of fruit pies, and lots of wine, which I passed on, but there was also a big bowl of iced bottles of mineral water. Everything hit the spot. I sat with Peggy and some of the younger Museum employee crowd, failing to retain most of the names but enjoying the conversation and feeling convivial and victorious. After everyone had eaten their fill, Peggy looked up at me, eyes wide and twisting one of her pigtails with a big grin on her face. In her Betty Boop voice, she whispered conspiratorially "I think I am going to go upstairs, and I think you should wait about five minutes and then come up to see me. I do. I really do think you should. Oh yes I do! Don't you?"

I did. I spent a few minutes talking to some of Peggy's co-workers and getting evil looks from Chasemoore and Evan from across the room. Then I ascended the stairs to the third floor and pushed the heavy door with the salmon colored cloth on it open, and latched it behind me. It was a very grey and overcast winter day, and the only light came in through the window. But it was enough to see an amazing sight, one that literally took my breath away. Peggy's schoolgirl outfit was on the floor just under the window, and she was displayed completely naked across the big ottoman, or whatever it was, face down with her legs in the two of the spaces between the 'lobes' of the top of it, and her arms together in another one, her waist just settled in the little depression at the top. It was the most vulnerable, open and available pose I had even imagined a woman could be placed in. Her lovely ass was up in the air at just about the level of my knees, with her head and feet about 18 inches lower. Her pussy and ass and mouth were all on perfect display, and easily accessible. There was now a linen cover over the thing, like a fitted bottom sheet for a bed, that snapped into the fasteners around the edge of it, and there were linen ties, like the belts of the robes I had used to restrain her in the hotel room, that were attached to the hook and ring strips around the base. 

"That mean man will tie my arms and legs down, I just know he will! Then he can do anything to me, anything at all, and I will just have to let him. There will be nothing this poor little girl can do to stop him!"

I reached forward and grabbed the linen straps, which were perfectly placed, and soon had her trussed up like a calf at a rodeo. I walked around and looked at her. As I envisioned fucking Peggy, and in every orifice and position that I could picture, I saw that those little areas that had seemed earlier to be to be grapefruit size leather lined pockets would be the perfect places to put my knees or feet or hands while shoving myself into her. This thing was a very well-engineered piece of sexual furniture. There was just no other way to describe it. The 'poor little girl' was also wet, warm, fragrant, and quivering.

I stood just looking for a minute. She was arranged artfully across the thing, and it was affecting me like a really fine painting or sculpture sometimes grabbed me at the Kimbell museum in Fort Worth, which my mom had taken me to diligently beginning when was I was about four years old. Peggy reminded me of the Madonna and child painting by Titian that I had seen there when I was just going through puberty, and it had resonated within me tremendously. Peggy had no dress on, and her color was even more vivid than Titian's paint and the added information of smell and actually feeling the infrared radiating from her in the cool room almost overwhelmed me. Then I heard her buzzing Suzie signal and realized I could appreciate this art from another perspective, and like no painting had ever been enjoyed. 

I tuned into her Suzie, trying to hear in it her every quiver. Art like this should be appreciated fully, and I was determined to do Peggy just as fully and completely as possible. I began by touching her gently, tenderly; conducting a tactile survey of what inflamed her, and what did not. I was surprised to learn that my assumptions on the subject had been pretty much wrong. The traditional 'erogenous zones' produced much less of a response. It was the top of her shoulders, the crook of her elbows, and the back of her ankles that produced the greatest responses. One did not need a Suzie receiver to know that she was excited, as her lovely smell filled the room. I have to admit, spanking her was just plain my idea, but she responded to it beautifully. Her ass got redder, and I could slow roll her no more, as my little monkey brain had gone round the bend. 

I put my knees in two of the little 'grapefruit holders' and my left arm in another and bent to my task: kissing the back of her thighs, using my tongue to leave little wet marks when I switched from one to the other. I was now the painter and she was my canvas. The heat of her astounded me; she was like a convection element in a cool room. I worked up to the top of her thighs and then put my elbows behind her knees and used my thumbs to open up her buttocks, exposing her lovely little puckered pink buttonhole. I rotated my hands forward and away from me, like turning two knobs, bringing the top of her sizzling pussy into view, my gaze settling on that magical little area where inner and outer lips curve and fold together. She shivered, I smirked. I began licking very gently about halfway between her anus and the backside of her pussy, gradually pushing more strongly against her and extending my circles down closer to her outer lips. I moved my thumbs down and spread her pussy open, mesmerized by its glistening wetness in the low winter sunlight coming in through the window.

I decided to become goal oriented: I wanted her to crave and beg for orgasm, and then give it to her. Her Suzie was my guide, and the path was clear. I started on the outer aspect of her outer lips, working my way all around about 300 degrees of her snatch and then back to twelve o'clock. Then the wonderful valley between inner and outer lips the same way, and her Suzie screamed encouragement. I then opened that pungent pink taco and began to devour it. Her Suzie provided a perfect feedback loop, begging, and I began giving, and was soon rewarded with a wonderful grunt from her mouth and a pulse of her clear female taco sauce between her nether lips, as if someone had squeezed a taco from both sides and some sexual salsa escaped. Her Suzie suggested a slight pause, and then I went for the meat of the matter, so to speak. The second orgasm was much stronger than the first, and I think I actually felt her do a little flip flop inside, perhaps clamping down on a cock that wasn't there, but I could assure her that mine was close by and very ready. 

I gave her two more quick spanks and then I put my knees just outside of her thighs and lined up for phase two. We both sighed contentedly as I slipped into her pussy: she was wet and I was very ready. I lowered myself down onto her and discovered that the design of the ottoman or fuck chair or whatever it was called somehow focused my weight and motion right onto her center. The front side of my legs naturally fell into long and close contact with the back of hers, and my hands slipped under her shoulders and up around her neck , like the full Nelson hold our wrestling obsessed substitute coached tried to teach us so often. He should have set it up as a coeducational exercise like this, as no one would have objected. I could feel her spread her legs and arms out even further, allowing me more penetration, which I craved. I tuned for Suzie again and found her natural rhythm, matched my motions to it, and enjoyed rocking her boat immensely. This time when she came she did clamp down on me, and hard. 

I was ready to come, and I jumped off the chair, grabbed her pigtails, and finished off in her mouth. It might be more correct to say her mouth finished me off, she was sucking it out of me for all she was worth, and her Suzie was signaling her frantic desire to do so. She improvised her own little technique to keep me hard, and my thoughts turned to her little puckered ass. I crawled up above her again and put my knees of either side of her thighs. She knew what was next: she groaned and spread her legs even wider, and stuck her butt up a little more. What a woman.

The human mind is forever a puzzle, and as I slowly eased my cock into Peggy's puckered pink posterior play hole a quarter of an inch at a time, I suddenly found myself mentally back in 7th grade Natural Science class, with Miss Karatko, second period. She was a 60 year old spinster with way too much makeup and an almost demonic tobacco habit. This made her the school's number one user of 'educational films' in the classroom. She would appoint a student 'audio visual helper' to run the projector for the old films or the video player for the new ones, and then she would head for the teacher's outside lounge. From the way she smelled when she returned, she must have smoked three unfiltered Camels, lighting one off the other, until just before the film ended. She did have some dedication to her craft though, for she absolutely refused to show the same film twice, keeping meticulous records to ensure a 'unique educational experience' in every class period, and she always appeared back in the classroom about 30 seconds before the film ended, having noted its run time in her records. All this had the interesting side effect of making her search for a wide variety of science related films, and resulted in her ordering and showing films that most other teachers left untouched in the school supply rental warehouse. 

We never had to listen to Miss Karatko lecture us in class, but we watched predators big and small running down and killing all manner of prey, lemmings jumping off cliffs, dozens of animal mating rituals and complete life cycles by the score. My current penetration of Peggy recalled two such films, merged together somehow in my mind's eye. The first showed a big black wasp laying her eggs in a live insect of some kind, having previously stung it into paralysis so that its rotting carcass would serve as food source and incubator for her brood. She positioned herself above the hapless victim, and then extended a very phallic looking 'ovipositor' (my vocabulary word for the week back then) deep into the insect's abdomen. The second film was a sequence of a starfish attaching itself to some sort of clam, flowing over it and sticking itself to the surface of the shell and then using its suction cup festooned arms to pull it the claim open and devour the flesh inside. I hovered over Peggy planning to leave my own deposit, and my arms flowed over her, owing to the natural shape of the ottoman sex chair, and pressed seamlessly to her all over, and then somehow my mind focused on only the ancient ritual of penetration and deposition. 

I devolved from monkey brain back towards lizard brain, just rocking it on that rock in sun. I did notice that Peggy had come again from my relentless anal stimulation of her, one of her most endearing talents, and that her Suzie had taken on a new and unusual overtone. It almost seemed to move left and right and back again like one of those fakey four channel stereo demonstration recordings, an effect I did not recall ever having noticed before. My interest in this new phenomenon was temporarily stalled as my second orgasm built up and a loud buzzing noise moved from my loins to my ears and took over my consciousness. I did my best wasp and starfish imitation and plastered myself to Peggy, maximizing penetration and making a very hot and deep deposit. I think I lost consciousness for a moment, and then awoke to hear an even more exaggerated spatial modulation on her Suzie signal. She was tied to the ottoman and was definitely not jumping around, so why was her Suzie moving?

Then it hit me. There were three signals: Peggy's and two others sounding almost the same as hers, but emanating from slightly different locations. Holy Toledo! It was the twins, watching us like Lizzie Faye Reagan had in the laundry room back at the dorm. They were mentally putting themselves in Peggy's place and radiating what they thought the experience would be like. And they were so empathic that their Suzie signals almost perfectly mimicked Peggy's! Where the hell were they? I had previously only experienced Suzie signals as being weak or strong, and thus inferred intensity or distance, but now I found I could do a little three dimensional echolocation and be more precise. They seemed to be just on the other side of the wall behind the headboard of the bed. I thought fast and moved slow. These old castles must have lots of secret passages and peep holes, and having one placed near the bed in a guest bedroom would not be completely unexpected for the purposes of medieval intrigue. The twins must have explored this place and found them all, and given their 'natural proclivities' I suppose it was not surprising that they would engage in a little voyeurism. But what should I do about it?

I finally decided that I should just concentrate on Peggy, and ignore the twins, at least outwardly. I released all the tie downs and restraints, and gathered her up in my arms, and carried her toward the bed, coincidently right under the twin's gaze. I got into the bed, with her next to me on my right, and pulled up the covers over us both. The room was getting very cool as the winter afternoon sun was beginning to set. She quickly snuggled into the crook of my neck, with her face right next to my right nipple, and her fingers toying with my left one. Natural talent! 

I then heard two loud signals from the twins which I took as the Suzie signal equivalent of women saying "Awww" when they see a cute kitten, and then both signals rapidly dopplered down away and disappeared as they departed through what must have the secret passage and went somewhere else. 

Peggy wanted to talk, and so she did. As long her warm breath blew across one of my nipples, while her ring finger toyed gently with my other one, I was going to stay still and listen. "We are going to miss afternoon tea, you know, thanks to you. I plan to thank you more, later tonight!"

"What is the deal with that ottoman, or chair, or whatever it is?"

She giggled. "Belinda found that on an antiquing trip to Sofia, from an infamous dealer named Plam, who specializes in erotica and antique furniture. I found some vague references to it in the literature. The translation is something like 'Thunder Chair' and that seems apt to me."

"Me too. Belinda called herself 'an old libertine'. Just how libertine is she?"

"Very much so. She and Abelard have what they call an 'open relationship' which basically means that Abelard fucks her when he wants to, and she fucks anybody else she wants to."

"She said you and I might go birding later. Is that traditional birding, or......?"

"There is some traditional birding here, but it's mostly used as an excused absence for some dalliance conducted away from the group. I haven't yet introduced them to 'strip birding' but next spring it may come up, so to speak. That's not the only non-traditional thing Belinda has tried to introduce me too, either." Her normally dulcet toned and clear Suzie got funky for a moment.

I played dumb, even though Belinda's Suzie had told me that she liked girls too, and given that, how could she fail to notice sweet Peggy? "Like what?"

"Like........ Belinda is bi-sexual and she made a pass at me! Very upfront and honest, and she didn't freak out when I told her no and that I was a very traditional girl. She was surprised, but so open and nice about it that it sort of cemented our friendship. Now we check out guys together, and she whispers to me which girls she thinks are hot."

"Why did you call her twins evil?"

"Well, I guess they aren't truly evil, but they are very exasperating. They are like little kids that ask 20 questions per minute, and at least since I have known them, all of their questions have been about sex. And they don't ask just generic questions either, but rather some very specific ones."

I'll bet they did. "What's the story on the twin's father?"

"It is very much mysterious and unclear. He was from some family that Belinda's had supposedly feuded with for a long time, and the two of them were never supposed to even meet, much less get pregnant. Montague and Capulet meet Hatfield and McCoy: a very long standing blood feud. Apparently twins run in the father's family. 

My stomach began to growl, so loudly that neither of us could even pretend to ignore it. She laughed. "Just like Old Faithful, Robbie. Good thing I took some precautions." She went over to the big dresser and grabbed a large wooden tray that was covered with a big white napkin, set it down on the bed, and whipped the napkin off rapidly like a stage magician. And magical it was: Russian style black bread, sharp cheddar cheese, great big strawberries, green grapes, some unusual chocolate and orange cookies, and a bucket of iced Perrier bottled waters. She laughed again. "Your eyes just got as big as saucers!" I was hungry.

"I prevailed upon Jeeves to help you out, since I figured you would make us miss afternoon tea, and they don't serve supper her until after nine: a long drawn out affair that takes hours. He was so pleased with your victory over that shithead Chasemoore that he would have gotten you anything!"

"Jeeves seemed like a pretty forgiving fellow to me." I said with my mouth full.

"He is, but our Chasemoore is one of those stuffed shirts that 'tends to mistreat staff' as Belinda puts it. If he didn't respect the lad's grandfather so much, Jeeves would probably just tie the ugly miscreant in a knot and throw him down the well."

"So Jeeves is not just a butler?"

"No. He is Abelard's chief of staff. Belinda said he was selected for the 22nd, which didn't mean anything to me, but from the way she said it, it must be like Rangers or SEALS or something. One of the maids told me that a year or so ago three of the local lads decided to rob this house, after scouting it and figuring Jeeves alone was easy prey with all the other staff off for the weekend. They all three spent several weeks in hospital, and he thanked them kindly for the brief little workout."

I fed Peggy grapes, not feeling the need to peel them for her. She closed her eyes and sucked my fingers very promisingly, though. We (mostly me) polished off all the food very quickly. I tuned to her Suzie and discovered that she really wanted a particular kind of attention, one that I was more than willing to give her. But, I felt a duty to give her a similar chance to do something good for me, too. I kissed her tenderly for a while, and held her on her back with her head over the edge of the bed, and then stood up and put my cock to her lips. Ever giving, she took me into her mouth and smiled up at me. Her smile turned to surprise when I grabbed her waist and lifted her upside down and vertical, throwing her strong legs over my shoulders and applying my mouth strongly to her pussy. Her Suzie soared, and I tuned in earnest, listening for every subtle note that pleased her best. The standing 69 soon became my favorite Olympic event, and I was going for a top score from the female American judge. Her weight was mostly borne by her thighs resting on my shoulders, and it took very little effort to move her up and down on my cock. It also made it easy to move her pelvis into just the right position to chow down on her pussy. No Suzie receiver was needed to confirm her pleasure, as she began to drip enough to wet the sides of my neck and the tops of my shoulders. You go, girl. 




My Only Talent Ch. 25



She was craving having my tongue just as far in and out and left and right as possible, and this position was made for that. I finally grabbed her where leg transitions to buttock; spread things open a bit, and dove for the goal line. Total concentration made me forget about my cock, and my focus soon produced a wonderful little orgasm from her that filled my mouth with extra wetness. The second one resulted in her grabbing my head with her thighs so strongly that she could have been supported by that grip alone. I would gladly suffer cauliflower ears for more of this. But all thoughts of my ears were driven from my mind as I exploded into Peggy's willing mouth, and it was fortuitous that I was standing near the bed, because we fell across it as my legs buckled and my head buzzed. Peggy muscled the still groggy me over so there was a spot for her on the bed, and then cuddled up in my favorite configuration. We both worked to catch our breath.

After a few moments she said "Well, I guess you really are a stand up kind of guy, Robbie!" she giggled. "We have used our time well, too. It's only about and hour and half until dinner, but I need to tell you about the bathrooms in this old castle. The plumbing is a recent addition, comparatively speaking, and there are some pressure and volume issues. So you have to take showers like we used to on my dad's little sail boat: get wet, turn off the water, soap up and wash, then turn the water back on and rinse off. So as much as I have enjoyed our prolonged mutual ass washings in the past, it's not in the cards here. In fact, I will go first, so we can let the water heater recover a bit before your 'showerette'. Abelard is planning a plumbing and electrical refit soon, but it is a major job and the excavation can only be done properly in warm weather."

While she occupied herself in the bathroom, I considered my clothing options for the evening. I supposed that my navy blazer high tea outfit would be wrinkled but serviceable, but when I opened the closet door, I discover that Belinda and/or Jeeves were truly on their game. My stuff had been cleaned and pressed while I played tennis, and my shoes shined. But that wasn't all. Hanging next to that outfit was a very spiffy dark burgundy colored cotton shirt, a light grey wool blazer with a detachable quilted lining for those really cold English nights, and a pair of very dark charcoal grey wool pants. A quick try on proved that they all fit just like the altered Nordstrom's stuff that I brought with me. Damn he was good. I zipped out the lining and left it on the hangar. 

Peggy soon emerged from the bathroom and sat down at the little vanity mirror to do her makeup. I waited and watched her for a few minutes to let the water heater heat, and then took something halfway between a shower and a Sitz bath, but I certainly felt and smelled better. It didn't take long to feel cold and dry, so I was dressed well before Peggy was ready to go, which was not a surprise. She did notice the new outfit, and shot me a nice smile. "I guess I can be seen with you at dinner!" We pushed open the big door, with the salmon colored fabric having a much greater significance for me now, and started down the stairs to the dining hall. "Belinda gets creative with her dinner parties, Robbie, and you never really know what to expect, so stay flexible." 

Creative proved an understatement. When we arrived at the dining hall, we saw that it was set up for at least twice as many people as were here this morning for the pre-tennis breakfast. We went through a reception line, manned by Jeeves on one side and a very attractive red-headed woman in her early thirties on the other: she suddenly made me think of what my first college girlfriend Janet Arroz might look like a few years hence. She too was sending some nice Suzie, not for me, but for Jeeves. Peggy whispered that she was Abelard and Belinda's new social secretary, having just joined the staff from Ireland. They gave us name badges on lanyards, quite large and with easily readable lettering, with bright colored borders and lots of symbols along the bottom edge. I discovered that Peggy and I would not sit together; in fact we would all change seats for every course, and dance between courses. The colored borders were keyed to the tablecloths and thus told us which tables to go to, mine was green and Peggy's was yellow. Like the tennis tournament, we were all to be 'seeded' to various tables to facilitate introduction and conversation. I gave Peggy a kiss and headed to the first green table I could find, watching her join a yellow table nearby. 

Introductions and conversations flowed easily as a salad course began to be carried to the tables. It was a cheese dusted salad very similar to what I had been served each time we had dined with Strelsa and Günter. My first thought was maybe Strelsa was really up on culinary trends; my second thought was that my pants were suddenly quite tight. I soon discovered what the symbols were on the name badges. It was a variation on a trick my father used for sales meetings – each symbol depicted a shared factor, interest, or hobby, and the people at each table decoded them and thus were further introduced and made familiar with each other. I quickly hooked up with two other tennis buffs, one had been here for the morning matches, and one had not. I also made contact with several other folks at the table. As plates were cleared, a small band took to a stage and began to play dance music, and we were encourage to ask someone not at our most recent table to dance. 

The food was good and the company was too, and the evening passed quickly despite all the machinations between courses. I met a lot of folks that were interesting, and some from within Abelard's company that I might need to work with later. Just before dessert, I spotted Jeeves nearby. "Thanks for the fashion upgrade, Jeeves, and the laundry service."

"You are more than welcome. I could watch young Chasemoore lose every week and never get tired of it! The clothes were Belinda's idea; I just carried out her plan." I bet he was very good at executing plans, and perhaps people, too.

I changed the subject. "I'm not sure what the policy implications are on personal relationships within the household, but you should definitely ask that new social secretary to dance, if you get my drift?"

He actually looked scared. "Glareete Bayliss? She's much too young and pretty for the likes of me!"

"You are making a very bad assumption there, my friend. You don't find her desirable?" I could tell he did. 

"God yes, man, she's a dream come true, but if I approach her she will shoot me down in an instant."

I smiled and stared at him until he looked me in the eye. "Don't they say that he who dares wins?"

He looked embarrassed, but then got a firm set to his jaw. "Alright, I'll give her a go!" He turned and scanned the room, and made a beeline for the table she was just getting up from. It almost looked like he was reporting at attention, but at least he didn't salute her. I could only see his back and her face. She smiled, and he put out his arm, very formal, and she took it with an even bigger smile, and a spiking and already content sounding Suzie signal sang out from her. They weren't exactly Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, but they were both smiling brightly as they moved across the floor. I watched for a moment, and then found my dessert table, and sat down.

A woman almost instantly sat down right next to me. "Hello, Master Roberts, it's nice to see you again so soon!" It was Tessa Formby, feature writer and gossip columnist for the infamous Tattler, who I had last seen dancing naked at the 'Addicted to Austin' party. My shock must have shown in my face. 

"Don't worry, Robbie, I am not here to pump you for information like I did on the running trail, although social occasions like this are my natural hunting grounds. I can see you are suspicious, but I hope I can allay your fears. You see we have a mutual acquaintance – well, actually I have only talked to him on the telephone, but he was very direct and made quite an impression on me."

I must have looked puzzled, and she continued to explain. "I had a call from Ambassador Pliskin right after the party in Austin. He was quite clear that he would discourage me most strongly from writing anything about his daughter, or any of her 'close friends' shall we say. He also encouraged me to help you out and keep you all from harm if I could. I am sure you will believe me when I say that The Ambassador is not someone I want to disappoint, and doing something positive for him is like money in the bank in the gossip trade." 

I would certainly not want to disappoint him. I tried to banter back. "I really did enjoy your dancing!"

She laughed. "I certainly enjoyed the party, and especially your friend Rodney Driver and his cousin Little Hollywood, and his amazing girlfriend. They were unforgettable. I hope to see you at the party next November, too. But I want to talk to you now about another mutual acquaintance: Elizabeth Ashcroft Knowles."

She certainly had my full attention now. How the heck were they connected?

"She and I have just met, but we have some long standing mutual acquaintances that introduced us. She is going to ask you to help her with something, something that may be difficult for you, but is very important. I can't tell you details, because I don't know them, but she will. Her requests may sound strange, but I can assure you it is very well considered and planned. I can also tell you that The Ambassador would want you to help her, and you may call him to check on that if you need to. Will you keep an open mind until she talks to you?"

"I always try to keep an open mind, Tessa. But let's have a truth test so I can gauge your credibility now. When you flirted with me in Austin, were you really interested in me or just pumping me for gossip."

"Why gossip, of course! 90% of my male sources respond positively to flirting. You seem like a nice boy, but I like my men much older and/or blacker."

"Okay. Now tell me about the 'dogging' that goes on here."

"Certainly you have seen the porn sites on the subject? It seems to be a primary British fetish but it draws viewers from all over the world. "

I had seen several, in some of my roommate Kevin's 'you just gotta see this' moments as he surfed the web. "I thought that stuff was all actors and actresses staged for porn sites, not real."

"Some of it is real, especially in Britain. It is definitely real here at the estate. I sometimes observe, but not participate. I may occasionally have a discussion with a woman who would rather share some gossip with me than to have me share some gossip with the world, if you catch my meaning."

"Extortion, Tessa?"

She smiled. "I've never actually had to expose anyone. It's almost as if they really want to share the gossip. Some women have an extremely strong drive for this sort of thing, hidden in their animal nature so to speak, and this is a much safer venue for them than a car park somewhere. They would never think of cheating on their husbands at home, but an anonymous group of men can excite and satisfy them incredibly. Sometimes the husbands know all about it and like to watch." That was a little too much information for me, although I now understood the overtones in the Suzie signal I had heard from the woman on the stairs on the way to breakfast. Tessa gave me what seemed like a genuinely affectionate hug and scurried off before I could think of anything else to say. 

Other people began so sit down and the waiters brought dessert, causing my stomach to growl so loudly I thought it must have been miked and fed to loudspeakers. My plate contained some supremely dense cheesecake with strawberry sauce, and some angel food cake with chocolate sauce, simple and delicious, and it silenced my stomach perfectly. I caught site of Peggy, two tables away, talking with Tessa and Jeeves. Soon dessert was over and Peggy walked over and took me possessively by the arm. "We need to talk!" As we walked up the stairs my apprehension grew. 

The suite was frankly cold by now, but a big fire was started in the fireplace near the bed, and that promised to keep things manageable during the night. Peggy and I had a remarkably domestic little moment where we both tried to brush our teeth at the same time, bumping hips and laughing while contesting positions at the mirror and sink. She turned out the table lamp and jumped in the bed, delightfully naked, the room now being lit only by the fireplace and some occasional moonlight on the window showing through the clouds. I joined her and applied myself to her left side as best I could. She snuggled against me. "You do have a high metabolism, Robbie. You put out lots of heat on a cold night." She kissed my shoulder. "I suppose that's why you eat so much and still stay skinny. Have you ever had your thyroid checked?"

Dr. Asa's advice to avoid discussions of my metabolism kicked in, and I tried to change the subject. "What was it that you and Tessa Formby and Jeeves were talking about?"

She laughed gently. "Birding, actually. You and I are going out early in the morning. Jeeves is going to drive us. I have set my alarm and I'll wake you up in plenty of time. Dress warmly. Tessa is not going, but she did tell me some interesting things. Some very interesting things, and that's what we need to talk about. Not now, but in the morning." She snuggled up into my arm pit and promptly went to sleep. 

*******

The judge had insisted that the earliest time he could safely receive his Mistress at his condo was at six, after the doorman went off duty. It was already dark, and Suzanne's parents readily accepted that she was 'going to a party and might be out late' and happily did not ask for any details. She had also purchased a 'Batwoman' mask that would hide her identity from someone who did not recognize her, and wrapped herself up in a big trench coat with a big scarf and high collar, and with the super high heeled black boots, she looked much taller than normal. As she emerged from the third taxi, the second two being unlicensed liveries as her father had taught her, she took a long and winding walk to the condo, while reviewing her plans for the judge, and smiled. 

She took her cues from her own initial experiences with Robbie and Lara, getting goose bumps along with the memories. The scene was just as she had specified – he buzzed her in to the building at five minutes after six, and when she pushed the unlocked door to his condo open at ten minutes after six, the judge was naked, bound, blindfolded and kneeling on his entry hall tile floor, although she noticed that the blindfold was tied such that it would allow him a few peeks. So much the better for her plan. She locked the door behind her, and walked noisily toward him on the tile floor. He had all the things out she had specified, including a very nicely balanced little riding crop that fit in her hand perfectly. She checked his restraints, tightened them a bit, and then slowly removed her overcoat, circling the judge with a strutting cadence so he could hear her, smell her and get some glimpses of her around that loose blindfold. The recessed incandescent lighting of the judge's entry hall shone through the fabric of her thin costume like spotlights though gauze, highlighting the muscular perfection of her body. But her little mask hid her identify completely. 

The judge gasped in surprise, and soon became very visibly excited. He was a pale and skinny man; just greying at the temples, bowlegged and knobby kneed, but now sported a surprisingly large and very red erection. That would be his first since his appointment to the court, if his tale was true. She laughed in her lowest and most derisive tone. "Well, well, Wally. It seems that confession is good for the soul, or at least for your pitiful little Willie. 

He literally shook, but if anything his erection got even larger. She had done her homework, reading all about Wally's childhood and career, and she had long ago learned from her father the technique that was probably used to ensnare him. It was more subtle than a honey trap, and was actually a variation of an old investment scam that was surprisingly effective against basically honest and politically inexperienced people like Wally. She also knew that Wally really thought he did deserve to be humiliated and punished, and she surely would do that. But then she would redeem him.

"Wally you have been a very bad boy. A very stupid boy! You know that don't you?" She punctuated each subject-object-verb with pops of the riding crop. His ass and legs were soon red all over, but his erection remained. "You are very correct to be ashamed. Let's go through some things."

"When they approached you, you didn't even know you were being considered for the court, did you?" Pop, pop, pop.

"They told you that you were a very long shot candidate for the job." Pop, pop, pop.

"That you didn't graduate very high in your law school class." Pop, pop, pop.

"That you hadn't decided enough high profile cases." Pop, pop, pop.

"That your technical background wasn't the best." Pop, pop, pop.

"Your only chance for the appointment was their political influence. They might be able to get you onto the final list, if you would be able to do a few things for them, later." Pop, pop, pop. Sob, sob, sob.

"That your only chance was to promise to provide them information on certain cases in the future." Pop, pop, pop.

"They gave you some time to think. Then they contacted you the night before the list of final candidates came out, and they said you had to decide or be left out." Pop. Sob. Pop. Sob.

"You said yes, and the next morning, you were on the announced list!" Pop. Sob.

"They called you again. They said they had worked hard to get you on that list, but you were still a long shot. They would work even harder for you, but you had to do something for them. You might have to agree to favor certain of their clients if a case involving them ever came before you. Otherwise, you had no chance." Pop. Sob.

The judge was now racked with sobs and crying uncontrollably.

"They gave you some time to think, and then called you back. You said you needed more time. They said they would take one of the better candidates out of the running, to show you what they could do." Pop, sob.

"They next day, the news broke that a much respected jurist had asked that his name be withdrawn." Pop, sob.

"They called you back, and said we knocked him out with some unsavory stuff from his personal life, and it's now or never, we have to push you or lose the chance forever. You said yes." Pop, pop, pop. Scream.

"You were on pins and needles. Then you were called to the White House for an interview, and then another. They called you back and said it was looking good. You thanked them. They said you can thank us later." Sob.

"Then you got the appointment to the court. You were overjoyed, but you knew you didn't really deserve it!" Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop.

"Oh God I am so ashamed!" Wally screamed then sobbed so badly he could barely breathe. 

"They gave you a few days, and then called to congratulate you. But with the next breath, they told you they owned you. One misstep and all this would come out and you would be forever disgraced." He melted down, rolled up in the fetal position on the floor, and wept like a baby. 

"Wally, you have done a terrible thing. I am going to whip you now within an inch of your life. You will deserve every stroke. And then you will tell me what you are willing to do to make things right." It was the toughest thing she ever had to do, but she had learned from Millie's amazing weekly descriptions of how they helped Erminia (she and Millie and Lara really did talk about everything) that she had to make absolutely sure that Wally felt punished enough, and that even he began to feel she was going too far. Her right arm got tired and she had to switch to the left, but she kept on. Wally had gone to a Jesuit school, just like she had, and flagellation would suit him. She had to make sure it was almost biblical. Finally she took his disappearing erection as a sign, and stopped. He sobbed shook in the restraints, and she went to the kitchen and got him a glass of water. It was at least 15 minutes before he could hold his head up to drink any. 




My Only Talent Ch. 25



When his breathing finally stabilized, she began the next phase. 'What are you willing to do to make things right?"

He began to sob anew. "Resign, confess to the world, and expose those that bribed me. Go to prison."

"If you did that chances are you would do prison time and your so-called benefactors would not. What would be the just thing to happen to them?"

"Have their plans thwarted, have all my decisions go against them!" he snarled. 

She popped him again. "Did you really graduate from law school? What would be the truly just thing to happen to them? To their clients?"

He drew a deep breath. "They should be punished for bribery, along with any of their clients that authorized their actions too, but the cases before the court should always be decided on their merits alone."

"Good answer, Wally!" She caressed him briefly on the neck. His erection returned, as strong as ever. 

"But we may not be able to achieve all of that, but perhaps most of it. But let me tell you a story."

An involuntary "huh?" escaped his lips, but then he just listened, rocking slightly on his now surely very sore knees, despite his years in the catholic church. 

"Suppose you want to sell an investment newsletter. You get a list of 1,000 wealthy potential subscribers, and you make up 1,000 very impressive bound research reports. In 500 of them you say stock ABC is going way up, and in the other 500 you say it is going way down. Then you mail them out, keeping track of which prospect got which report. In a few months, you check on what ABC actually did, and no matter if it went up or down, you send a letter to the 500 prospects that got the correct advice, saying we sent you a free research report a few months ago and we were absolutely correct about ABC, and now we are telling you about XYZ. In 250 of those letters you say XYZ will do great, in 250 you say XYZ will tank. A few months later, you take note of the final 250 potential suckers that got the right forecast both times and say our newsletter was right as rain twice in a row, for big profits, subscribe to our research now! And some of the suckers do."

He said nothing.

"Now let's suppose you get a list of potential court appointees....."

"Holy Fuck!" The judge was pretty quick on the uptake. "They did this to everyone on the list...."

"Not everyone. Some they knew wouldn't go for it and some told them to go to hell when first approached, but if even one buys into it, they are ahead, especially if that one gets the appointment."

The judge sobbed anew, and then cried. "I must be the dumbest fuck on the list!"

"But you are also the one that got the job, likely without your 'friends' having any influence at all."

He was completely silent for two minutes. "So what do I do now?"

"You decide the cases just as you would have if you never heard of these guys. If they contact you again, tell them to jump in the lake. There are two sets of voices on the recordings they have, right?"

He snorted. "Actually I have my own recordings, too."

Suzanne thought fast. "Do you know who those guys are?"

"Just one of them: a guy I went to law school with."

"Is he the only voice on the recordings?"

"No. There are two others and I do not know who they are."

"What form is the recording in?"

"Mp3 files on a USB drive"

"Make me a copy. Send it to the email address from the ad. Maybe I can help out."

"What about punishment for them?"

"They are going to be billing those clients a big retainer for years before a case comes up that raises expectations. When those hopes are dashed by a just and un-influenced decision from the court, the clients will punish them for us. So you are purged. Hold your head up high and work hard to reach the correct conclusions in the future."

She caressed his neck again, rubbing her breast against his shoulder. "Tell me Wally, are you left handed?" She knew he was.

"Yes." He stuttered.

She reached down and untied his left hand. "Okay, Wally. Show me that your little Willie works again!"

He tentatively touched himself and seemed to enjoy it a lot, surprised at first and then rapidly lost all inhibition and wanked himself enthusiastically. He shuddered and his breath came in fits and starts. Suzanne realized she had never actually watched a guy beat off to completion before, and she discovered she was fascinated by it. He was rocking back and forth and his cock seemed to wax and wane slightly in diameter as he did so. Suddenly his hand was moving very fast and then grunted and shot a huge stream of off-white come several feet. The pressure must have been building up for some time. 

Wally lay sobbing on the floor, trying to catch his breath with a wild mix of emotions coursing through him. Suzanne slid out of her sheer body suit, giving Wally a spectacular rear view, if he could see through all those tears, and slipped on her panties, a white silk blouse, and a dark grey business suit that had been folded in the shopping bag she bad brought in with her. She put the body suit in the bag, and then bent over and kissed him lightly on the ear and whispered. "Goodbye forever, Wally. I loved you." She grabbed her coat and long leather gloves and hurried out the door. 

*******

Peggy's alarm went off very early, but happily she had added in a few extra minutes to 'thank me' as she had promised last night. She reached over and briefly verified my usual morning woody, and then climbed over and straddled me, already wet. I never thought I would enjoy being used so much. Another pair of quick water sparing Sitz baths and then we dressed and were soon waiting at the back door of the manse, glad that I had zipped the lining back into the new wool blazer. My stomach growled; Peggy laughed and handed me two Cliff bars just as Jeeves pulled up the Range Rover. It was a very cold and foggy morning. I scarfed down the make do breakfast and my stomach quieted a little. We sat in the back as Jeeves drove north a few miles and then turned off road into a very cold and foggy meadow surrounded by tall trees, and soon we saw another Range Rover, a black one, with its parking lights on, about a quarter of a mile away. 

Jeeves got out and said "stay here, she will come to you" just as the driver and passenger of the other Rover got out of it. Jeeves and the other driver took up positions opposite each other in a wide circle, and began walking slowly around it. Jeeves would occasionally raise some kind of high tech binoculars to his eyes, and the other guy was wearing some big earmuff headphones with some sort of pointer in his hand, pointing it outward. As the passenger grew near to our car, I realized it was none other than Elizabeth Ashcroft Knowles, who I had last seen on my flight over. She looked much buttoned up in a long dark leather double breasted trench coat and a brightly patterned wool scarf, with her hair up in a tight bun. Her eyes were flashing at me like little neon signs, and her face was already flushed from the cold. She looked fantastic, and I could no longer be objective about her 'plain' face, I just saw the total picture, perhaps dominated by those wonderful bright eyes. 

Peggy bristled at her approach, much the same way that she had reacted to Vaya Perez at our cabrito dinner in East Austin, although I noticed Elizabeth was sending no Suzie for Peggy, nor for me, darn it. Just as Elizabeth got into the front passenger seat and turned toward us Peggy spoke, with hostility dripping from her voice. "Aha! I think I see a Burberry-Coated British Bitch, but then I don't think that is a new species for you, is it Robbie?" 

Elizabeth reacted before I could. "This must be Miss Teats and Ass, the Art History Major!" This meeting was certainly starting off very well. She sounded almost like Suzanne. Wait a minute. That was exactly the phrase Suzanne had used with me, on the phone, and in Texas! Did that mean Elizabeth had talked to Suzanne? What was going on here?

Elizabeth jumped in, again before I could. "I apologize, Miss Duchenne. I was out of line. I am under considerable stress and operating far outside of my comfort zone at present. Could you be gracious enough to forgive me?"

Peggy was stone faced, and Elizabeth continued, "We haven't been properly introduced. I am Elizabeth Ashcroft Knowles." She produced one of her cards very smoothly, like a magician pops out a playing card during a trick, and handed it to Peggy. "You see I am about to ask both of you to do something extraordinary, not for me, but for Abelard's company and for Britain and the United States, and it would be a terrible thing if my lack of manners got in the way of that." She sounded very sincere. Peggy's expression softened a bit. 

Peggy looked at the card and asked "How does Abelard need help? What is the 'Department of Environment, Food, and Rural Affairs' and what does it have to do with us?"

"DEFRA used to be called the Ministry of Agriculture, and I work there, but what I do is more like what in America you call homeland security."

I instantly thought of Dwight and the no such agency that I had promised not to talk about. Wasn't there some sort of British spook shop like that, started up in WW2 spying on the Germans, and listening to everything and everyone ever since?

Elizabeth continued "I try to look out for the interests of British companies doing business abroad. In this case, I am trying to prevent Abelard's expansion of his construction services into the Middle East from being used against us by potential terrorists."

That certainly made Peggy pause. "How would that happen?"

"They are one of the largest construction firms in the country, with a big inventory of industrial explosives for demolition and excavation, and a number of people trained to use them. Someone might target their employees to try to get them to supply explosives for terrorist use, via bribery, extortion or kidnap, or just theft."

Peggy looked worried now. "What is it you want us to do?"

"Just after Christmas and before his school term begins again, Robbie will travel to several countries in the Middle East, along with several other people from the US and some of Abelard's people, to try to build relationships and win some contracts. All very fine business if that's all it is. We need to gather some information to make sure that's all it is. I need your help to do it."

Peggy looked thoughtful. I hoped I did too. "Go on." she said.

"In addition to the 'normal' meetings and relationship building, there are some cultural things there that are different from what we in the west normally understand. If things go well, and we think they will, Robbie may be invited to spend a day or two on a yacht, and to interact with an 'inner circle' very close to the ultimate power in many of the kingdoms and emirates. That is a tremendous opportunity for us to learn more about them, and what their real goals are. But in order for Robbie to 'fit in' he will need the two of us to travel with him on that yacht."

Peggy drew in a quick breath, as if she was about to object, but Elizabeth continued quickly "We will really be just stage props to portray the image of Robbie they want to see, need to see, in order to accept him as a 'player' as they say in America. These are some of the richest and most powerful people in the world, but they live in their own bubble and they have some very unique cultural rituals. They need to see and understand Robbie in the context of their own experience."

"Just how do they see me?" I couldn't hold my tongue.

Elizabeth smiled at me, almost dismissively. I did not like it. "They see you in an arranged marriage with one of Abelard's step daughters, being groomed as the 'crown prince' to take over his empire. We have taken certain steps to encourage this view; via sources that they think report only to them. They see you as a cute and socially well connected boy who may end up as the public figurehead of the company, while real professionals actually run it day to day. This is not unusual in their experience. Many of the their government ministries and major industries have a political leader who is related to or otherwise connected to the ruling family, and perhaps to several ruling families in other countries too, and some non-royal executives who actually have the expertise to run things. That's just the way it is. In the west it is called intermarriage among ruling business and political families, or 'interlocking directorships' or some other such euphemism. 

Peggy wore a strange expression. "Am I to assume that we girls are to be involved in the 'unique cultural ritual' part of all this?"

"Right you are, Miss Duchenne, and very perceptive! The old boy's club gathers on the yachts to have meetings and discussions about business, but also to show off to each other. Perhaps a new speed boat to race around the yacht in will impress the guys or a new helicopter, or a spectacular new mistress or hopefully two, to sunbathe nude on the deck. Are you getting the picture?"

A slowly rising and growling Suzie signal emerged from Peggy, with the same overtones I had heard recently when teasing her about exhibiting herself to those tourists back at Horse Guards, or being photographed naked for a brochure. Her nascent exhibitionistic streak was triggered, and it made her hot. Very hot. She may have been a pretty conventional girl, but she had gone from paralyzing self consciousness about her figure to truly liking and needing to be admired, and with her spectacular form, it would certainly happen if she were sunbathing, wherever it might be. 

Elizabeth continued. "We already have one 'player' on your trip, in the person of Alexis T. Quandry. He is a very highly paid mathematical whiz, but he has some personal quirks to say the least. He does fit in with the yacht crowd very well, though, and will be bringing two spectacular London fashion models along with him on the boat. You will supply the added 'spectacular' for our team, Miss Duchenne, portraying yourself as a very rich, spoiled, and bitchy young woman who only dabbles in art and who Robbie is dallying with until his future arranged marriage, and perhaps afterward, too. My assumed role will be as your personal assistant, doing everything from packing your clothes and carrying your suitcase to doing your makeup and giving you a massage at night. We will also hint that I am sexually submissive and make myself available to both of you, sometimes at the same time. This will play into their prejudices, fantasies, and tendencies very well, and build up Robbie's 'player' status tremendously."

I was not following at least one aspect of all this. "How do you know we are even going to get invited to this yacht?"

"You and your whole group have a dinner meeting tonight with Fayez Adnan. He has been retained as a 'security consultant' to Abelard's company. We feel pretty confident he will invite you."

I had heard of this guy, and even seen a report on him on TV several years ago. He must be roughly Abelard's age. He had at least six other names like Bin-something this and Al-something that, but everyone just called him Adnan. He was one of the largest arms dealers in the world, if not the largest, selling weapons all over the Middle East and Africa, collecting millions in sales commissions every week. He used to be one of the richest men in the world and own the biggest yacht in the world. His fortunes had faded considerably, but he was still a multi-billionaire, and the new up and coming group of Russian oligarchs had built a whole new generation of bigger and better yachts. He was still very well connected, though, and functioned as a 'facilitator' for deals all over the world, and his yacht was still pretty darned impressive. He also had a long string of much younger wives and mistresses, and seemed to enjoy throwing big parties and being photographed with them. 

Elizabeth gave us some more detailed information. "He does have some very capable mercenaries working for him, mostly testing and evaluating weapons, but they can also look at the plans for a project and come up with a pretty good estimate of how it might be attacked and defended and what the potential losses and expenses might be. For this he gets paid a very much inflated fee, for built into his fee is the budget for 'baksheesh' that he expertly negotiates and disburses as required to make the project work, leaving the American or British client firms blissfully ignorant of such practices, as their laws require."

Peggy laughed. "Sounds like exactly the way some art and antiquities dealers operate!"

Elizabeth looked at Peggy thoughtfully. "Perhaps we could discuss the potential in that later, after we tend to this matter?"

Peggy suddenly gave Elizabeth an amazing look. My eyes got big. It said 'super smug mega bitch looks down her nose at a servant' to me. "Well, Elizabeth, let's see if you work out as a personal assistant, first."

I thought Elizabeth would sputter, but she laughed softly. "That's the perfect look and tone to adopt with me! You're a natural."

Luckily, Peggy took that as a complement.

Elizabeth continued. "I need to make you aware of one other thing, Robbie, something for you to pass on to Barry Fermy and to incorporate in your own proposals. In investigating potential methods for getting explosives on the sly, we identified one that was being used at another insurance company, until we stopped it. Are you familiar with the comprehensive project management software used on big construction sites, and how reports from the system are sent to the insurers to update them on risk factors and progress?"

"Yes."

'Well sometimes with approaching deadlines and time pressure, and sometimes just due to laziness or carelessness, instead of sending the properly defined reports or file extract, the construction firm will send the entire project file in its raw form, leaving someone like your Senex Pedo to build his own report to get the data he needs. This leads to a major security vulnerability, in that the raw file often contains very detailed information, like what vendor explosives are ordered from, what is ordered, when they are scheduled to arrive and where they are to be stored, and even the carrier that they are being shipped with, making it relatively easy for the shipment to be hijacked or the explosives to be stolen shortly after they arrive. This is the kind of vulnerability that we must be very aware of."

Point taken. I could see major problems just releasing such data to a competitor, much less a terrorist group. She turned to Peggy. "Can I count on you?"

Another wave of Suzie popped out of Peggy, along with a determined expression. "I will do my best for God and country, yes."

Elizabeth smiled. "I will be in touch with you, Miss Duchenne, just as soon as we know the exact dates and times. I expect you and I will be flying to join Robbie in a private jet, which can spoil you for commercial air travel. By the way, I only met Robbie on the American Airlines flight over here from Dallas, and he was a perfect gentleman with me."

Peggy laughed, and got that smug and superior look again, in spades. I could feel the temperature drop inside the car. "I can certainly understand that, my dear. Happily, he treats me much better than that!" 

Elizabeth's eyes darkened for a minute, and then sparkled again. "Touché!" With that she opened the door and started back toward the black Range Rover. Jeeves and the other driver instantly started back to their respective vehicles, and we drove back to the estate in silence, except that my stomach soon began to growl again. Luckily we arrived back at the estate just in time for brunch and more delightful conversation. Newcombe B. Conners was off to afternoon tennis workout with the girls, and therefore Jeeves drove us back to London, dropping Peggy in Pimlico with a sufficient interval for me to walk her up and say a proper goodnight, and then drop me at Horse Guards.




My Only Talent Ch. 25



After I got out and closed my door, he caught my attention again. "Two things, Roberts: one, thanks for the heads up on Glareete Bayliss."

"How is that going?"

He shrugged. "Good news and bad news. I think she likes me, but I have already hopelessly fallen for her." 

"She finds you very desirable, Jeeves. It is up to you to convince her to want more than just that." 

He looked very serious. "Two, you can trust Elizabeth Ashcroft Knowles with your life!" With that he sped away. 

I went up to the room, carefully hung up all the stuff from my suitcase, including my spiffy new outfit, and then took a long hot shower, luxuriating in the virtually endless supply of hot water. I would not get picked up for dinner until 8, so I put in a wake-up call for 7:30 PM and was dead to the world for a while.

*******

Suzanne had been so efficient in taking care of the judge that she had lots of time on her hands, for if she got back to her parent's house too early it would raise questions. Just in case, and in keeping with her anonymous 'legend', she walked from the judge's condo, which was close to the court he served on, to the Federal Triangle metro station. She took the Blue Line to L'Enfant, and then the Green Line all the way out to College Park. She walked around a bit and doubled back to burn any tails, which she would have already spotted unless they were using lots of very experienced people, which was not likely, and then waited a while for the Yellow Line, which took her on a short ride to Fort Totten, where she caught the Red Line to Farragut North, from which she walked to the Blue Spot. The night was still young, but it had already been a very colorful evening. She descended the stairs, and was reminded of the neutral odor and good ventilation, and then discovered she instantly felt right at home there.

Kimee Blue and Steve the bartender spotted her almost simultaneously, and waved excitedly. A few moments later, Steve brought over his latest and most improved version of the Instant Stripper drink she had taught him to make. She sipped it: smooth, very tasty, and yet had quite a kick to it. "It's fantastic!" she said. He just looked at her. She got the hint, and stood up and languidly took off her trench coat, did a little Gypsy Rose Lee number with her gloves, and even took off the top of her dark business suit, revealing a sheer white silk blouse. Steve stared a moment more, and then rushed back to the bar and began making another Instant Stripper for her. 

Kimee walked over. "Steve has been watching the door ever since he came on shift. I am so glad you showed up. Is the drink better?"

Suzanne smiled. "It's practically perfect, and I needed one!"

"Interesting times since you were last here?"

"You would not believe me if I told you."

"Would I enjoy hearing it, though?"

Suzanne smiled, and leaned in close to whisper in Kimee's ear, "I am certain of it."

Kimee giggled and then went off to make her rounds of the other tables. Suzanne perused the chalkboard menu, discovering she was famished. It was just plain Night Night, with no special theme, but the food items were all new to her and sounded great. She ordered a braised pork shoulder and white bean empanada, and a smoked salmon soft taco with mustard dill sauce, and she also planned to splurge on the peanut butter sorbet with homemade graham crackers. The DJ was playing some pretty good tunes, and a few couples were dancing.

Kimee soon arrived with her two 'entrees' although they were all of two bites each and with another tall Instant Stripper. Everything was tremendous, like before, and she savored every morsel. She ordered the sorbet and then settled in to people watch, almost hoping someone would ask her to dance. Maybe the Blue Spot should have an amateur night like the strip bars in Dallas. Nora had not been able to shut up about how hot it made her, and how hot it had made Robbie, and Suzanne was a little jealous, mostly of Robbie getting to see Nora naked when she didn't, but also of the thrill Nora had described when she finally stood naked before the screaming room full of men. She realized that Steve's version of the Instant Stripper seemed to be working on her tonight, much more so than the ZZZ version ever had. 

*******

The wakeup call shook me out of a deep and seemingly dreamless sleep, at least none that I remembered. I decided to go with my new outfit again and walked around the hotel lobby for few minutes before stepping outside a few minutes before 8 to look for Reggie. He was very punctual, but I could tell he was disappointed that Peggy was not with me. I just assumed we would go somewhere near Canary Wharf, but instead Reggie turned west rather than east and got onto the A4, which I had noticed before and briefly studied on the map in the room. I recognized St. James square on the right as we zoomed by, and then we passed a very stately looking hotel and pulled up at what looked like an angular and unusual set of four apartment buildings. 

We pulled into a drive near the center of the buildings, and then did a quick left and right, through a gate that was manned by three guards, and then turned right as we descended into a parking garage. We stopped at an elevator manned by two more guards, and Reggie stopped abruptly, barking "Welcome to the other side, mate, and good luck, their drivers will take you back to Horse Guards." There was a note of disapproval in his voice far beyond what I would associate with Peggy's absence. I got out of the car, and recognized Alexis T. Quandry, the uber-nerd and mathematical whiz, who Elizabeth had described as the 'other player'. Did I want to be included in this 'player' category?

"Hello Robbie. I want you to meet someone before we join the dinner group. Follow me." He was wearing the most expensive looking suit and tie I had ever seen, and even in my vaunted new outfit I began to feel like a sixth grader at the senior prom. We entered the elevator and I noticed its unusual interior: there were no buttons, no display of the floor we were on, no mirror, nor anything else save a little swipe card reader with three LED's above it, and a flat black plate next to that. Alexis swiped a red plastic card through the reader, and then touched his thumb to the black plate on the wall. The green LED blinked, and the elevator began to move, very smoothly. I could not tell how fast it was going, or even if it was going up or down. When it stopped, I realized it must have gone up, as we walked out into an entry hall three stories tall, with windows on one side all the way up, showing a spectacular view of the city lights. Greeting us was a dark Arabic looking man in his late forties I guessed, dressed in a suit at least as nice as Quandry's. He had a close cropped beard with hints of grey, and a very intelligent expression. 

He smiled tightly and offered his hand. "Hello, Mister Roberts. My name is Mohamed, but you may simply call me 'Med'. He handed me a business card and I somehow managed to give him one of mine. He had another one of the those long names full of 'Bin's and 'Al's, and on my first read it looked like a Zayani and a Fayez in there, and I assume he was related somehow to Fayez Adnan, our host. 

"The pleasure is mine, Med, and call me Robbie." I managed. He motioned to a luxurious looking couch and a set of chairs and we three sat down. 

Alexis spoke up. "Med is one of the most influential money managers in the world, advising the sovereign funds of many nations, including those that are the primary investors in many of the projects we are bidding on. He has a keen interest in making sure we are covered against all contingencies, not so much to ensure our profits, but to make sure our clients can take the projects forward to completion even in the face of adverse events."

I mentioned a famous legal case from Engineering 101, where the contract was for specific performance and the court's decision had directed the insurer to make extraordinary expenditures to minimize the delays after an earthquake. Med looked up in surprise. 

"Precisely on point! Alexis tells me you are a freshman at ESU. What's your major?"

I suddenly felt like I was on familiar ground at a UDP mixer. "Electrical Engineering. I just had to declare it at the end of the semester."

He laughed. "I absolutely hated electrical engineers when I was there. I was a Petroleum Engineering major, and I had to take EE 331, the electrical engineering course for non-electrical engineers. It nearly killed me. Kirchoff's current law, Kirchoff's voltage law, three phase motors and generators, a zillion problem sets, and a Korean TA that barely spoke English. I still have nightmares sometimes, even though I graduated 25 years ago. Which engineering professors have you had?"

"Only Lillehammer."

He laughed. "He was brand new when I was there, and he taught Engineering Mechanics, the course designed to weed people out of engineering, and he took delight in doing it. What a bastard!" 

I decided not to tell the story about Lillehammer and my project management assignment, at least not now. "I have to take it this coming spring semester, but not from him."

"Good luck!" Then Med threw me a quick question. "How did you meet Abelard Peters?"

"We met at an ESU home football game. He was in Austin for the F1 race and missed his arranged tour group of the stadium so I showed him around individually. He was fascinated by Bevo, and I think my girlfriend, too."

"He does have a discerning eye. His wife is an arresting woman, and very attractive, too." I didn't even notice him shifting mental gears, and then he said "Why do you think I should be in favor of Abelard using a new and unproven American insurance company on projects that I invest in?"

I cribbed shamelessly from the report that Brujo Lagoria, Sapiento Gallo's money man, had prepared and given me a copy of. I figured one money man's take would resonate with another. "Tier Group is going to grow tremendously over the next few years, regardless of who insures them. The absolute amount of risk is more than their current insurers should take on. So the question is not if, but who Abelard adds as a new insurer. Many of the new projects are going to be energy and/or shipping related, and we have as much or more expertise in that field than the present vendors, and a strong balance sheet. But most importantly, we identified the issues first, we want the business, and we are proposing the best solutions."

His expression was completely unreadable. "What if, in order to get the business, you needed to make some 'disbursements' in addition to those made through Adnan?"

That sent a jolt through me. Was he angling for a little additional 'mordida' of his own, or was he testing our loyalty to Adnan? Should I say yes and close the business, or would saying yes queer the whole deal? My father's dinner table advice about bribery suddenly occurred to me, and it was the same as that about sucking up to someone: if it works with them, they are probably not going to stay the real decision maker for long. Plus I didn't think I could just punt and leave the issue open. Think fast, Robbie. "We might re-evaluate our position if it turns out we are not successful with these initial proposals, but we have decided to rely on Adnan for his expertise in this area."

His expression was even more unreadable, leaving me in an ongoing state of worry. He stood up. "Let's join the other guests for dinner." He walked on ahead of us.

Alexis Quandry held my elbow to slow me down a few steps and then said "See, Robbie, even an anti-social, autistic math freak like me can sometimes see the value of networking." 

We trooped up a very ornate staircase into a large dining room, set up for about 30 people, as other folks filed in along with us. I saw Adnan, with his obviously dyed black hair and mustache, talking with Barry Fermy, and he motioned to us as we approached. Med took Adnan by the elbow and then shook his hand, and then introduced me to him. 

A waiter came by and offered us drinks, and when I declined, Adnan spoke "You are not a drinker, Mr. Roberts?"

"No. I don't drink or smoke or use any drugs. None of them affect me like they do most people: they just make me sleepy. I don't get high."

"What does get you high?"

"Women!" The whole group chuckled when I said it, "running, and sometimes playing competitive tennis." A bell rang and everyone started toward their seats, complete with nametags at each place. 

I noticed that there were no women in attendance – Barry Fermy was here, but not Penelope Profico. Ben Wahni was here, looking as nervous and ferret-like as ever, but Senex Pedo, the project management guru, was not. None of our party was seated together, but rather dispersed across all the tables, encouraging intermixing, I supposed. I met lots of guys, most of whom had those long names that are hard for me to remember, but I began to associate some of the titles and faces. The few Brits and Americans that weren't part of our traveling group were relatively easy to remember. The food was absolutely fantastic, and every course was something new and amazing. One of the other guests commented on Adnan's new chef, which apparently he had lured away from some other, more minor billionaire. 

As the evening wore down, people began to trickle out, and Adnan and Med installed themselves near the door in sort of an informal reverse reception line, speaking with each person as they went out via the elevator foyer. Barry Fermy motioned to Alexis to stay behind with me, and then he took Ben Wahni by the arm, and led him out ahead of us. When we passed by, Adnan asked if we would join him on his yacht when we returned after the first of the year and were visiting some of the sites in the Middle East.

Alexis accepted for both of us, and Adnan asked 'Will you be bringing the fashion models you mentioned?"

Alexis looked embarrassed. "Yes."

"Mr. Roberts, would you like to invite a female guest, too?"

"Yes, but she will want to bring her personal assistant with her. She is a dedicated to my girlfriend, and someone we both get along with very, very well." Alexis looked at me funny. Med and Adnan smiled broadly. Personal assistants were not uncommon in their world, and I thought they got my drift with regard to how personal this assistant might be. 

Med spoke up. "Do you think we will enjoy seeing this assistant on the yacht?"

I smiled archly. "Yes, she is very unusual, and at any rate my very beautiful but very spoiled girlfriend needs her assistant there to put on her suntan lotion." 

Adnan said. "I see no problem with that. Where will they be coming from?"

"Pimlico, here in London." I said.

"Wonderful. If you send her contact information to the email address on my card, my personal assistant will contact her and set everything up for us."

"Thank you so much. I am going back to Dallas in the morning. I look forward to seeing you in the New Year." 

Alexis T. Quandry was beaming as he swiped the card to take us back down in the elevator. "Am I a consummate networking genius, or what?"

Adnan's driver took us back in a beautiful mint old Rolls Royce. I texted Peggy and she agreed to take a taxi to Horse Guards to spend the night together there. When we pulled up, the Rolls looked right at home on Whitehall Place, and Peggy got out of the cab just as I arrived. Our perfect timing continued throughout the evening, and we made long and tender love, and managed to come together as I looked her right in the eye, with all my weight pressing into her. We then cuddled up and she began to talk.

"So Robbie, did they invite you on the yacht?" A warbling Suzie escaped her, signaling her excitement. 

"Yes, but they insisted that I bring my girlfriend and her very personal assistant, and that I promise she would shamelessly exhibit herself on deck in front of all those rich old men, and their mistresses, while another woman put on her suntan lotion."

Her Suzie signal grew like an air raid siren. She leaned down and sucked my cock until it was hard, and then grabbed my neck and straddled me. I suppose it was my duty, for God and country. We said a tearful goodbye in the morning, and I before we got out of bed I suggested she send me a Christmas card with a topless photo of herself, taken from her little outside balcony. I could feel her nipples pulse next to mine. 

I took a taxi out to LHR and boarded my 10:45 AM flight for DFW. It was a brand new looking 747-400, perhaps the same one I came over on. I settled into seat 3A and expected to spend a lot of time looking out the window. This flight had no Elizabeth, and no Peggy, but at least I was on the way back towards Suzanne and Lara, although I wouldn't see them until just before classes started again. The cabin attendant handed me a little card announcing a new service, in flight Wi-Fi, no extra charge here in first class, and provided a network name and password for me to try. I had left my phone off all last night, and when I turned it on and brought up the setup dialog and joined the network, lots of messages popped in. By the time we were on takeoff roll, I had something to do. 

One of the first I saw was from the Dean of Engineering, congratulating me on making the Dean's honor roll, and inviting me to a reception at the Faculty club. This actually arrived before my official grade report, 4 A's and one B. There followed an email from Lillehammer, congratulating me for finally picking a major, even if it was EE, which he considered greatly inferior to ME. He must not have seen the dual major deal, as I was trying to pick up a second undergraduate degree in Computer Science. Perhaps being around Nora was having a positive effect on me. I was sure that having Nora around me (tightly) would be even better. The CS degree required a language, and I would likely choose Italian, which I considered a better choice than that made by my cousin Mikee from New Jersey, who had taken two semesters of Klingon at a flakey junior college before dropping out. That sure looks good on your resume.

Next was an invitation from Jay Kincaid to spend a day in Waxahachie with him and his family (and Millie) on his granddad's spread and I decided that would be the right time to have a serious talk with each of them, separately, about the other. Bigun Jackson sent an email about how wonderful Alley was, and inviting me to go with him to a car show in Fort Worth the day after Christmas. There were more than a dozen emails about Spring Rush. Part of me wanted to just pledge UDP and be done with it, but my curiously told me this would be my best chance to get some direct information on some of the other frats and frat rats. Finally there was one from Günter, asking that we have a one on one face to face talk before our next 'dinner' at their apartment. I thought we had all that worked out, in sort of a 'sexual point shaving scheme' but maybe not. I needed to have the same talk with Ralph, too, and ask him if Big Liz and Marilyn had heard Suzanne' s offer, and how they responded.

Having sorted out my inbox, I then did my business networking duty and chatted up everyone in first class, including a nice looking blonde singer in her late forties that I did not recognize with an unusual sort of British or something accent who lived in London and was pouting about having to travel commercial and not being able to get a direct flight to Vegas, where apparently she had booked a series of concerts at a hotel over the holidays. She had not performed in some time, and was a little nervous about the new show. The older couple on the other side of the aircraft recognized her and made a big fuss about her and asked for her autograph, which seemed to cheer her up, and I even took the man's smart phone to take picture of them with the singer. I gave her one of my cards, and she gave me one of hers. I ate the pretty nice first class lunch, topped off with two warm chocolate chip cookies, and then slept the rest of the way.




My Only Talent Ch. 25



My dad picked me up in his airport car, with Eldee in the back, and by the time I got my bag it was 2:00 PM local, it having been very early in the morning here when I left London. Eldee gave one quick look for Nora, or Lara, and then curled up silently in the back seat. My dad commented very positively on my grade report. Mom and grandma got big hugs, and served up a fantastic assortment of their special Christmas tamales and pinto beans, and some amazing divinity fudge, which totally satisfied my sugar cravings. I went to bed early Texas time, but well after midnight London time, planning a long run in the morning. 

I did 15 miles around the perimeter of our little 'stock tank', feeling great and getting a major runner's high. I made a note to myself to run more often, even if Suzanne wasn't around. We went to an open house at Alley's house, and one at one of mom's friend's house in University Park, and then back home for Christmas Eve. My older sister and her husband arrived and announced she was pregnant, setting my mom off in a frenzy of grandmotherly thinking. Christmas morning gift giving was kind anti-climactic at least until the very end. I got several more shirts and a Nordie's gift certificate with the suggestion to use it to buy more clothes. How practical. About the time we finished up, the doorbell rang. It was Bigun, with Alley, and a huge smile on his face. I looked around and noticed my father with the same conspiratorial grin, as he reached in his pocket and tossed me something. Before I could catch it, he said, "I almost forget: there is one last present for you."

It was a black plastic triangle looking thing with some red and blue buttons on it, and a key ring on one end. Before I could figure it out, Bigun said "You'll have to go outside to see it, Robbie!"

It was a car: a relatively small white two door coupe that I did not recognized, and I didn't see any name or model chrome tags or anything on it. In fact, there wasn't much chrome at all except near the headlights and taillights. I must have looked surprised, because everyone laughed. 

Bigun Jackson began to describe it. "This car began life as a Chrysler Crossfire SRT6, which was one of several used but very hot cars purchased used by a Maverick's rookie three seasons ago. He wanted to star in his own episode of "Pimp My Ride" but he never managed to finish the work on any of the cars. He also never finished many of his shots, as NBA defenses seemed to confound him, and soon he was out of the league. After a couple of years of legal wrangling, the bank he was sorely indebted too had hired Alley's dad as a receiver and special master to dispose of all the guy's possessions. This car was literally in pieces, and no one even made an offer on it, so your dad got it cheap, and we have been working on it since you left for school, finally getting it finished last week."

He walked around the car like an announcer in a commercial. "This car was collaboration between Chrysler and Mercedes after their short lived merger, and not very many of them were made. Some people call it a 'middle class Mercedes' or a 'stealth AMG' just like some people say 'Kompressor' means 'I couldn't afford a real Mercedes' but in reality it has a very high horsepower to weight ratio and is a great performer."

The commercial continued. "It started life as a convertible, so we stiffened the frame and the side rails with an added roll bar and made the convertible top electrically retractable, plus added a custom removable hardtop. Alley hooked me up with your buddy Oiler in Austin to help. That guy is almost as good with suspension tuning, engine tuning, EFI, and electronics as I am with machining, welding, and body work. Between the two of us, we are pretty fucking awesome gear heads!" He looked sheepishly at my Mom. "Sorry Mrs. R. I get carried away."

She looked only slightly reproachful. "Your enthusiasm is understandable, Michael, just try upgrading your vocabulary as well as you have the car."

"Yes, Ma'am. So this sucker is now an SRT 400/400, meaning it can put out 400 horsepower and 400 foot pounds of torque, and the electronically controlled five speed tranny is upgraded too. It has better ABS braking performance than the factory ever imagined, and Oiler retuned the suspension for the new engine output and the new wheels and tires: 18 inchers in the front and 19 inches in the rear. All of the electronics have triple shielding, almost completely EMP resistant, with a fiber optic onboard network and a complete anti-hacking software suite, so nobody else can try to control it or wreck it remotely. It has multiply redundant Linux onboard computers and a better and smarter alarm and comm system than anything on the market. I think Oiler should license the design to one of the big alarm companies." 

He opened the driver's side door. "We replaced the old seats with some super supportive Recaro's, recovered in dark brown leather, and got rid of the infinitely bad OEM stereo and navigation systems and upgraded to a top of the line Garmin/Kenwood setup with some massive power amps. I did custom speaker and subwoofer enclosures all over the car, including tweeters firing off the windshield and back window, plus a Heads-Up Display on that comes up on the windshield so you don't have to look down while driving. There are multiple flush-mounted laser and radar detectors that drive the HUD, in addition to built in proximity, sound, and infrared alarm sensors and long range Wi-fi repeaters and a 360 degree Blue Tooth to link to your smart phone and remote stereo control. The windows are all electro-chromic, so they can be electrically tuned to different degrees of shading from complete transparency to being totally opaque or anything in between. There is even enough PV in the roofline to keep the battery fully charged and the alarm system working even if it has to be parked at the airport for a while. Because it will spend a lot of time in the Texas sun, it is painted a very reflective pearl white that is the coolest possible paint for hot weather. The variable speed air conditioner has also been upgraded along with the engine. "

He did his own imitation of Vanna White, running his fingers along the car's sides as he talked. "We de-badged it completely, smoothing off all insignia including even the very desirable SRT6 emblem, and adding thermoplastic protective strips all around. Bubba can open his pickup doors against it all night and it won't even show, but the video of it will be time stamped and recorded on the hard disk and backed up to the cloud. The low information car person will think this is just a plain old Chrysler Crossfire, if they even recognize that, but the cognoscenti will realize that this as a one of a kind tour de force. How's that for some new vocabulary words, Mrs. R?"

"Not bad, Michael. Did you find them via a daily perusal of the OED as I suggested?"

"No ma'am, Car and Driver. At any rate, this is a super high performance car that just looks like a plain Jane, and only a true car guy will recognize and appreciate what it really is."

I was barely taking all this in: the main thing was that it was a car and it was now mine. A well used un-air-conditioned VW bug with holes in the floor would have been a Godsend from my point of view! This thing is amazing. I spent most of my waking time until my flight back to London either running long enough distances to get a high, driving that car all over the northern half of Texas, or dreaming about Suzanne, Lara, Nora, and Elizabeth. I even took a test drive to Waxahachie near Jay's place so I could scout the route, and drove the Jacksboro highway even though I didn't buy any booze. My only worry was where to park it if I took it back to Austin. We placed second in our class in the car show in Fort Worth, with Bigun saying the damn judges were too stupid to realize how cool this damn thing was. 

The day after New Year's, I ended up on the same afternoon flight direct from DFW to LHR, on what looked like the same American 747-400. Since we were all arriving at different times of the morning, we all met a conference room at the Admiral's club. When everyone had been collected, Barry Fermy went over our new itinerary and goals for each stop. The Tel Aviv stop had been eliminated, obviating the need for the Canadian passport, and freeing up a couple of days for the visit to the yacht. Was there some other reason for getting that passport? Also Morocco and Jordan were off the list, too. The State Department was now warning us away from Sana'a due to 'the high security threat level to U.S. citizens in Yemen due to terrorist activities and civil unrest', but we were still going there. What fun. 

We then rode as a group in a big van to an airport called Biggin Hill, a converted RAF base that now served mostly private jets. We had a whirlwind tour of the Middle East planned, beginning with Saudi Arabia, with the next to last stop being in Yemen and the final stop in Dubai. Nobody mentioned how we got back from Dubai, and I had no response yet from Nora about when she would be back in Britain. We went through a very cursory customs inspection and then walked to a very fancy looking twin engine private jet with swept wings, tall winglets, and a very high tail that had "G650" painted on it. The rest of the paint scheme was just a good as anything I saw at the car show in Fort Worth. The wind was cold and blustery from the north northeast. 

There were two pilots in uniform and a guy in khaki slacks and a blazer standing outside the air stair. One pilot was about 55 years old and I presumed he was the senior captain, one about 40 who I presumed was the co-pilot, and the young guy turned out the be our 'cabin concierge', who stowed our stuff while the co-pilot did a final walk around inspection and the captain disappeared into the cockpit. We walked into an interior that was almost all leather and very nicely done, with group seating for four around a table toward the rear on one side, two rows of three seats facing the center, and four more seats two and two around two small tables. There was a galley in the front and a head in the rear. It looked like it was optimized for working in groups en route. Barry and Ben sat across from each other in one of the two seat pairs, presumably to work on our presentations, and the Tier Group CEO and three of his people setup at the four place table. I took one of the six middle facing seats and got out my laptop, Ben Wahni and Senex Pedo took seats across from me. 

In very short order everything was buttoned up and we were rolling out onto the runway. I soon saw an "03" painted on the pavement flash by as we turned upwind, and then we took off like a rocket, traveling along the runway heading for just a minute, then made a more than 90 degree steeply banked right turn and continued to climb much more rapidly than I was expecting. Water went by underneath us, then more land which I presumed was France or Belgium, and soon we began to level off. 

Our concierge began offering drinks and snacks, and I snagged a Power Bar and Perrier water. He then went back and did something at the rear of the plane. A map came up on the video screen at the front of the cabin, along with a legend along the bottom with the Wi-Fi logon information. Cool. I logged on and checked my inbox, and began to feel like a real jet set exec. Only for a moment, though.

The senior captain came through to greet everyone and schmooze. He was for the most part a very professional looking fellow with a crisp uniform and a close cropped haircut with the proper amount of grey at the temples. But he also had maroon colored leather boots, a maroon leather belt, and a big Twelfth Man silver and gold belt buckle, and a oversize Texas A&M class ring. 

I couldn't resist a jab. "Twelfth man, huh? You must be a big Seattle Seahawks fan!" Of course I knew he was an Aggie, and that they had used the term since 1920's, but they didn't get around to trade marking it until the 1990's and had been in some lawsuits with the Seahawks about it. I didn't remember how they turned out. 

He made a face. "You must be the tea sip kid from TU!" Aggies, that is alumni of Texas Agricultural and Mechanical University, often insisted on misidentifying Enormous State University as 'TU' for 'Texas University" and somehow this amuses them no end. They also called our graduates 'tea sippers', an obscure reference to the 'Hook'em Horns' hand gesture and some people's habit of raising their little fingers when finishing a cup of tea: another simple pleasure for them. He stuck out his hand "Zick Haggerty, class of '79!" That's another Aggie quirk; they always tell you what class they graduated in right off the bat. My dad told me that was because so few of them actually graduate that the ones that did were inordinately proud of it, and so they always sounded excited about it. I shook his hand.

"Welcome aboard, kid. Hope you like takeoffs and landings, because we are making lots of them on this little jaunt."

Barry Fermy came over and filled me in on Zick, who he had flown with many times before. Zick was an Air Force ROTC cadet at A&M, then flew big military transports all over the world for a while, then put in twenty years with an airline, and then began flying Gulfstream's for FracJets, the fractional ownership jet pool used by people all over the world. He was the right choice for this trip because he was familiar with all the airports, had flown some of the people we would be meeting to their home airports, and even had significant experience flying in and out of not so safe situations. Zick regaled us with a few stories of celebs he had piloted for, without mentioning any names, from wildly popular rock stars where they had a problem with groupies tried to sneak onto the plane, to some 'populist' politicians who were afraid someone would see them jetting off from a city with major hunger and poverty problems to a $10K per day resort every weekend.

Zick went back forward and I polished off my inbox. More Spring Rush invitations, that I could not confirm attendance to because I did not know exactly when we would get back, plus I would be delaying my return to Texas a few days to try to be sure to see Nora Upman before I went back. Our first stop was Saudi Arabia, then Bahrain, and it really was not very different than the trip up to Watford and out to the North Sea: lots of construction sites and presentations in conference rooms. There were some differences: less tweed and more headdresses, more air conditioning and less deodorant, less shaving and more mustaches. England was colder with less sand and more trees, and the food was very different, but other than that it all sort of blended together.

I expected more of the same heat, palm trees and sand in Yemen, which I had no prior knowledge of, with perhaps a greater chance of being shot at. It was nothing like that. My first clue was watching the video display as Zick announced we were beginning our descent. I looked at the altimeter display and figured we had a long way to go to get to sea level, where I presumed the airport would be located. Then I looked out the window and saw mountains like Phoenix, Arizona and was shocked to see that when we touched down the altimeter display still said over 2 km, a higher elevation than Denver. The outside temperature was 7° C in the mid-morning, and I realized my expectations had been all wrong. This place was a lot closer to Afghanistan than it was to Saudi Arabia. There were lots of old and elaborate five or six story buildings that looked nothing like Phoenix: some of them looked like nothing I had ever seen before. 

There was a big construction project going on at the airport, and several wicked looking military fighter planes parked on the tarmac (Zick Haggerty later told me they seldom actually flew), along with lots of what looked to me like the mobile surface to air missile launchers I had seen depicted in some of the air combat videogames that I used to play in high school. We went to a conference room at the airport with a bunch of mustachioed and mysterious looking fellows in the audience, and the guys from Tier Group pitched their bid on a gigantic underground mining project that would play out over a 7 year period. The CEO told me he didn't think it was really for mining, but he wasn't sure that they wanted to say what it was yet. Alexis Quandry's face turned grey: at best it was a very high risk and high return project, with a hellish set of numbers for him to crunch and make a recommendation on. If it wasn't for mining, and we didn't know what it was really for, we couldn't evaluate the risk, and couldn't ensure it. Two of the projects we had bid on in Saudi and one in Bahrain were for munitions factories to provide local jobs and bring in export cash.

Once the meeting was over Zick rushed us back to the airport for the planned early departure, and he climbed out of Yemen much faster even than from Biggin Hill, with some unusual 270° banked turns thrown in. "Just a precaution" he said. Next stop: Dubai.

I had seen the pictures of the Burj Khalifa, the tallest building in the world, along with an article that said it was supposed to do for Dubai what the Empire State building did for New York: cement its image as a world financial center. The article also detailed all the wealth that was already in the country, and all the people they hoped to attract to move there. I hadn't heard the follow up story on how the plan was going, but the building was certainly spectacular. I knew that it housed lots of residences, some corporate headquarters, and a high end hotel, and that our presentation was to be given there. We saw the huge island developments that had been created out in the bay, and landed amid hundreds of other corporate jets. Two white Mercedes stretch limos picked up our group and took us toward the building, an unmistakable landmark among lots of other tall buildings, and we saw dozens of cruise ships out in the harbor. We took a huge and very fast elevator up to the Armani hotel: everyone there did seem to be wearing nice suits. 

The plan, I now learned, was for us to crash tonight and then get an early start in the morning, splitting into two parties – one to take a tour of the proposed construction sites and the other, including me, to board the yacht for two day cruise to nowhere. Barry modified that to include a quick dinner in one of the hotel restaurants right now so that everyone could touch base and coordinate what needed to be done tomorrow. I quickly learned that I was starving, and that there was a lot of data to be gathered at the construction site, but all I had to do was 'bond' with the big shots on the yacht. The restaurant's food was good, and plentiful, and the room was very nice. I enjoyed it for about ten minutes before I fell asleep. Zick and his crew had simply refueled and went right back to Biggin Hill to pick up Peggy, Elizabeth, and the two fashion models and bring them back, a ten thousand kilometer round trip, but Zick was in fine spirits: "Thanks for hours, Baby!"

The wakeup call came early. Alexis Quandry and I were the only ones on the 'big shot' mission, everyone else went to the construction site. One of the hotel vans took us to the marina, and I realized that all those 'cruise ships' were actually yachts. We pulled up in front of one that was at least as long as a football gridiron and several stories high. There was a full size swimming pool and a huge hot tub sunk into the next to the top deck, and the obligatory helipad and speedboat launch area. It was so opulent it was almost cartoonish. 

One of the white stretch limos returned one carrying Alexis' two fashion models, and Elizabeth and Peggy. Zick Haggerty stepped out of the front passenger seat, gave me a wave and a 'horns down' sign and the kind of shit eating grin that only an Aggie can really manage, made a couple of other unrecognizable but vaguely obscene hand signals, and got back in the limo. I wonder what that flight had been like. The two models were one blond and one redhead, both tall, skinny, but with big breasts: drop dead gorgeous, and dressed to the nines. Elizabeth and Peggy were more casually dressed, and had dramatically contrasting bodies. Peggy was big, tall, curvy and spectacular; Elizabeth appeared average in almost every way, except that she moved with an arresting grace, and what went on between her ears was anything but average. I was becoming more and more curious about what might go on between her legs. 




My Only Talent Ch. 26



Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. The delay in posting this chapter and perhaps the next few may be ascribed to some unexpected turbulence and travel in the author's schedule.

*****

The monitor made a loud 'beep beep boop!' like something was wrong, and then four new seats on the map began to blink red. Two were in the exit rows right over the wings, and the other two were seats in world club near the galley, closest to the stairs that I had used to come up to the flight deck. Another 'beep beep boop!' sounded and the two seats other than mine that had been highlighted in orange now turned blinking red, too!

Elizabeth's vocal tone had suddenly changed from sweet and syrupy to serious and stressed. "Heads up, Roberts, we may be in for spot of trouble!"

The brain between my legs fought the brain between my ears for control, beginning the contest with a major blood flow advantage. However, primal logic soon triumphed: if the plane went down, there would never be any more nookie. My circulation adjusted and my associative cortex came online. "What triggers the flashing red?"

I flattered myself briefly by assuming there would be a delay while Elizabeth was making a similar adjustment in her concentration, but her response was rapid and clear: "Any adverse change in the assessment of the status of the person in the seat. It could be anything from a student visa expiring up to and including active information about a planned attack."

"Who can make the change?"

"Let's see who made this one." She did a three key combination and a screen came up with some text delineated by dates and times in reverse order. "That's funny!"

"What do you mean?"

"This update came from one of the two Air Marshalls on the plane. Usually that means they have observed something in flight. But there is no notation as to what he observed, and there should be." She pointed on the screen to a very pale and young looking guy with a long black ponytail in the previously described ratty jeans and tee shirt outfit. If this had been Austin, I would have expected to see him behind the counter at Oat Willie's selling incense and rolling papers. 

"He's where the update came from, but he is just sitting there and not entering what he observed. That is not right."

She watched as the video switched to another section of the cabin, and then pointed to an attractive woman who appeared to be in her mid-thirties. She was dressed in a pink and green sweater vest and skirt outfit with perfectly done blond hair, and if this had been Austin, she would have been stepping out of a Caspian Blue Metallic Volvo XC-90 to pick up two darling daughters at Saint Andrew's private school. "He didn't update the other Marshall, and that's weird. He just posted direct to the info section. It's almost as if he wanted to change the status in such a way that nobody on the aircraft would see it." She looked puzzled and a little alarmed. I certainly did not like seeing her look that worried.

No longer inhibited by the brain between my legs, my bladder suddenly posted its own little status update: I had to pee, very soon and very much. "What do we do now?"

"We have to wait and observe. We are hours from our destination, and even if there were a planned attack or hijack, it is much more likely to happen right after takeoff or just before landing, not now."

"Where's the nearest bathroom?"

She gave me one of those quintessentially female looks. "It's just forward of the bunk beds on the opposite side of the corridor. It's unmarked: just push on the wall next to the bunks and it will pop open." 

Relief flooded through me, so to speak: I really had to go. I moved out into the corridor and pushed tentatively on the opposite wall between the bunks and the flight deck. Sure enough, a door popped open, revealing a standard but very small aircraft toilet. I set about my business with dispatch. It felt even better than I thought it would, and suddenly I was very relaxed, perhaps more than I should be given the uncertain situation on board the aircraft. Fully drained, I cheerfully washed my face and hands and readjusted my clothes.

*******

Sarah Stevens Susskind just thought she was bored back at home before Christmas. She only thought she had been crushingly bored before, but after the relatively moderate excitement of Christmas day, she realized how bad it was going to be. Terrell, Texas was not a big town. Sarah realized her folks were probably the richest and most well educated two people in the whole of Kauffman County, much less in town, and that her home environment had been thus full of interests and distractions for a smart little girl. When she arrived in Austin and started school at ESU, a whole new world had opened up for her. By comparison, coming back home now seemed like closing the curtains on a hearse that she was trapped inside of. She felt a shiver, the same kind of embarrassing shake that she got when she thought about Robbie Roberts. She certainly could have handled that better. Robbie, like ESU, had really opened her eyes, among other things. Well, best to put that behind her, although every time she spent the night with Ms. Wyrickie, another new experience, she couldn't help but think about how Robbie had sent both of them 'round the bend with excitement when he had been there too. 

Like many Texans, boredom often drove her to eat, drink, or drive. Some of them had a problem with inappropriately combining the latter two: it did kept the ER docs busy. Sarah settled for just driving. Her parents were at some kind of early planning meeting for the annual Heritage Jubilee. She took her TDI out of the driveway, turning left on Griffith Avenue, heading northwest at first, with no particular destination in mind. She didn't want to drive through boring countryside, so she turned back on 205 toward town and soon found herself at Moore Avenue. She turned back towards the west, on a whim, and found herself going by the trailer park where the guy they called "Billy Bong Water" had lived. 

Sarah had a bit of crush on him in high school - perhaps because he was exactly the kind of boy her parents would very much not approve of. He was the 'skateboarder' type with long hair who looked very young for his age, and a slacker attitude. But he was also kind of good looking and dangerous, and was rumored to have the best dope in town. She was surprised to hear that he was going to college, but it turned out to be junior college in Dallas. Curiosity got the better of her, and her car seemed to drive itself into the trailer park and around to where Billy used to live. It turned out he was home for Christmas too - and he was outside using some very smelly varnish on a skateboard that was sitting on a sawhorse in front of his parent's old trailer. 

"Hi, Billy." 

He looked up and smiled. "Hi, Sarah. I bet you are just as bored as I am." He did not look her up and down like she was hoping, and he didn't seem as edgy and dangerous as he used to, either.

He finished coating the skateboard and put the lid on the varnish, washing his brush out in a Mason jar filled with clear liquid. "My folks are visiting my Aunt Ida in Gun Barrel City, and they won't be home for several hours. Do ya' wanna get high?"

She considered it. She hadn't smoked any dope since she started school at ESU, but what the hell. At least it wouldn't be boring. She followed Billy into the trailer. He went back into his old bedroom and came back with a black plastic Pelican case like her dad used for his prized shotguns, but much shorter. He opened the case and took out a glass contraption that looked like some flasks and beakers and tubes from chemistry lab all stuck together, but with green and blue tinted glass and five spiral condenser tubes in parallel, and a mouth piece that looked a little bit like a gas mask! He set it on the table proudly, and then went over to the refrigerator. He opened the freezer section on top and retrieved a freezer worn Stouffer's family size lasagna box like her mom used to heat up when her least favorites 'just dropped by' for supper. Then he reached down into the refrigerator section and further into a 12 pack of Coca-Cola and pulled out a single can from the back. He set them both on the coffee table.

She knew Billy was no Boy Scout, but he sure seemed to be prepared for the munchies. But when he opened the frozen lasagna box, she saw it did not have a plastic food dish inside but a shiny cold metal thingy in it, which he snapped into the blue and green glass contraption right in the middle of those five condenser tubes. The Coca-Cola can had a screw off lid on top, and from it he took a marijuana bud that looked like fluffy green and brown clothes dryer lint all stuck together, and put it in the bowl of what she now realized must be the most high tech bong in town, if not the state. He took out his stainless steel butane lighter and fired up the bowl, taking a massive hit from the mask like mouthpiece.

Her heartbeat sped up. This was some serious doper shit here, not just puffing a joint at party, which was the sum total of all her previous experience. She took the pipe and he held the lighter for her, and she took a tentative draw on it, anticipating the hot smoke and determined not to cough and look un-cool. But the smoke was not hot and dry, but cold and wet. It went down smooth and easy, and suddenly her lungs were full of it. A strange feeling welled up behind her eyes, and she felt her skin flush. 

*******

Suzanne continued to dominate her new academician sub. "How did you come up with this theory, August? Were you struck by a lightning bolt of inspiration in the shower, dream about two snakes chasing each other's tails, or did an apple fall on your head?" Suzanne snapped the Cat o' nine tails menacingly on her open palm. 

"Actually I arrived at it in a very systematic manner. Not by economic insight, but via academic politics." He watched her expectantly, not wanting another 50 lashes. Maybe five or ten would be nice, he thought, especially if she would take off a little more of that outfit. Who WAS this woman, anyway?

"Go on, August, and succinctly!"

"I had to pick a dissertation topic that my primary professor would approve, and that a committee would be interested in, and want to see brought forward, and keep approving along the way. My then Mistress would also be on the committee, and she had some very definite political ideals that the findings of the work would have to support."

"So you decided on the conclusions and results before you even defined the topic?"

"Of course! That's the way you get approvals and funding!" he continued. Suzanne was now absolutely furious, but he went on. "I also wanted to do a 'metadata' study by combining results of other studies, rather than having to do primary research myself."

"Of course!" Suzanne's blood was now boiling. "What was your real goal for all this, Auguste?"

"Well, I wanted to finish my PhD, get a faculty job, get paid, and then get tenure. I wanted people to think that I was the world's foremost expert on properly managed complex socialist economies, and the only one who could really be counted on to successfully manage one."

"And what did you actually accomplish?"

"Well, I got my PhD, I got a job, I got paid more than I ever thought I would, and I got grants, wrote papers, and then I got tenure!"

"And..."

"And now lots of politicians are talking up my ideas, and moving toward implementing them."

*******

Elizabeth's hands flew over the console trying to gather as much data as she could. She did not want to alarm Robbie any more than necessary, but there was definitely something squirrely about that young male Air Marshall. Using an access code no one else on board had, she pulled up his personnel jacket. He was very young, and he had no military experience. He had come right out of an American junior college two year associate's degree in CJ and went right into the Marshall program. The background investigation was very sparse, much less than it would have been for anyone who had a security clearance in the military. She wondered if his clearance process had been outsourced to USIS LLC.

Motion on one of the screens caught her eye. The young Marshall had left his seat in the rear of the plane and was moving forward. The camera's automatic switching came at just the wrong time, and she did not see him again until he was midway through the main cabin. He was walking normally, but carrying something in his left hand, holding it close to his tee shirt. Should she go get Robbie from the bathroom, or stay here and leave both of them hidden for now? The video switcher went back to the rear cabin, and Elizabeth missed the young Marshall turning and running up the stairs that led to the corridor and to the flight deck. 

*******

I felt gloriously empty, relaxed and at peace as I pushed open the bathroom door and stepped out into the corridor, moving back toward the berth and Elizabeth. Then I heard a grunting noise from the direction of the stairs and saw the ponytailed Air Marshall running up the stairs toward me. I felt instant fear and alarm - the same feeling I had at the tennis tournament in Austin when Pavel was running toward Lara. Time suddenly slowed down, and also just like with Pavel, a gun in ponytail's right hand very slowly rose up towards me. Time slowed down even more, and I realized this was some funny kind of revolver with a really long and fat cylinder and a very short barrel and a hole in the front that was at least twice as big as Pavel's little .22 long! In his left hand, he had something that looked like an aluminum Frisbee with grey plastic on the underside. He looked really surprised to see me, but then in slow motion his face contorted and I felt his rage: almost like receiving a very strong Suzie signal, but very unwelcome and scary as hell. Somehow I knew this was a kill or be killed situation.

I felt a galvanic buzz all up and down my spine and right behind my eyes, and as I looked at the Marshall, now only about four feet away and on his way through me to Elizabeth and then the flight deck, a single thought took over my entire being: NO! It came out like the Suzie blast I had directed at Melanie back in her dorm room at the first of the fall semester, but a hundred times as strong, and aimed right at ponytail. I suddenly felt kind of woozy, but things were still in slow motion and I knew what I had to do. We used to have boxing and wrestling instruction after school in the tennis teams off season, but I was never very good at either one. I told myself to just do your best Robbie, and remember what Dwight said about the next time you might be in this kind of trouble: get in the first damaging blow, and the second, and then just keep at it until you are sure your opponent is down and out, and no longer a threat.

*******

Suzanne tightened the restraints on Professor Auguste F.I. Haubenfelter, such that he was absolutely immobilized in a horizontal position about a foot above the tile floor of his rented apartment. "Tell me more August."

"Well, I got lots of attention from coeds who wanted to pass my class and maybe have a little thrill from a professor and student fantasy, and I enjoyed it immensely. I got fawned over by the press, who seemed to like my vision of the perfect socialist economy even though they really didn't understand it, but they pretended they did, and they also loved the way I destroyed any conservative economist without having to actually debate my ideas."

Suzanne didn't doubt that. "So everyone would realize how wonderful you were, eh?"

"Oh, no, no! If everyone actually knew how wonderful I really am, they would either worship me or resent me, and neither would be particularly useful to me, although I did like it when some of the coeds worshipped me." He hoped that she would not lose her ability to dominate him, now that she was beginning to see how fantastic he was. 

"Auguste, I am going to ask you some questions, and you must answer me with complete and total honesty. If you do not, you will be punished to the point of near death, and damaged forever. If you answer honestly, I can help you enter a new and even more rewarding phase of your life. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress! I promise to be completely forthcoming." He would do anything to see more of her underneath that outfit, too.

"Do you really think your ideas, if implemented, would produce a perfect economy?"

He considered responding with his normal bluster and superior attitude, as he had so many times before, but she popped the Cat, and leaned over him, offering some wonderful cleavage, and he decided to try honesty for a change. "I have no idea. I just proposed what I thought would further my career the most, and I don't know if it would work or not."

"Very good, Auguste." Honestly must be rewarded. Suzanne slowly took off her top, exposing her breasts to his view, stretching seductively, and standing right over him. 

Auguste could not believe this woman. He had never seen such a beautiful pair of breasts in his life, even in his dreams. She was a perfect vision, muscular yet curvy. She bent over him again, and he imagined taking those perfect nipples in his mouth. His entire body was on fire now, and his brain was racing like it never had before.

"Do you really think those politicians would implement your ideas, and really let you control the economy?"

He was in an entirely new state of mind now, and it felt good to just respond instantly, and not have to pause and carefully construct a self serving narrative. "No. They would use me to gain more information and control, and then use that increased power over the economy to do whatever the lobbyists would pay the most for, just like they do now!"

"Good boy! I knew you were actually an intelligent man, and that somewhere in there you were not kidding yourself about all this. Are you ready to enter a whole new chapter of your life? Are you ready for me to do what must be done to set you free?"

He would say or do anything if he could just set those pants free of her hips! "Oh yes, Mistress, yes! I am yours to shape as you will!" 

Suzanne smiled, displaying a feral look that she seldom let show. Auguste missed it. 

*******

Elizabeth heard a noise in the corridor, and assumed it was Robbie coming back from the bathroom. Then she heard another noise from the other direction, back toward the rear of aircraft, and she opened the berth door to see the young male Marshall running at Robbie. Her instant and very emotional response triggered her flight or fight reaction, and then everything slowed down. When she tested for joining HQ, they explained that she possessed a very strong 'tachypsychic' reaction: under stress, she got cool, calm and collected, and her mind's internal clock seemed to speed up like a high speed camera, making the real world seem to be in slow motion. She saw the young Marshall raise his revolver at Robbie. She knew the .45 caliber standard loads were either 'bean bags' designed to knock a person down or plastic shot shells designed to shred flesh at short ranges, both without penetrating the skin of the aircraft. She did not want to think about what either load would do to Robbie.

But before the Marshall could fire, he seemed to stumble! He lurched towards Robbie, chin forward, and reflexively flapped his arms out to the side to try to regain his balance. It was like a scene from a bad boxing movie, where the champ suddenly becomes a chump and gives the underdog a perfect knockout shot at his chin. She watched as if in slow motion as Robbie swung his right hand from down near his waist up toward the Marshall's chin, catching him right on the button, distorting his face, shaking his jowls, and sending the Marshall's head spinning away from Robbie and towards the Marshall's right shoulder. It was a textbook knockout blow. She reveled in what happened next: Robbie quickly drew his arm back, recovered his balance, shifted his weight back his right leg, and used his shifting momentum to deliver a front kick with his left foot, catching the Marshall right in the nose about half way through his falling head's journey down toward the floor. Robbie's weight shifted back to his left foot, and he quickly kicked the Marshall hard again with his right foot, twice, on the Marshall's left temple. Bloody well done, Robbie!




My Only Talent Ch. 26



By this time Elizabeth was on the Marshall, wrenching his arms back behind his back and putting on a plastic cable zip tie, pulling the little clicker catch and binding his arms together like a steel band. A second tie soon loudly zipped tight around his ankles, and then a third tied the previous two together, rendering him trussed up like a captured hog. She looked up to see Robbie white as a ghost, and stumbling backward. It was a classic adrenalin reaction, but for some reason his was greatly exaggerated. He was seconds from passing out. Her mind went into overdrive. 

"Robbie, help me lift him up into the bunk in the Marshall's berth, quickly!"

Robbie moved almost robotically, grabbing the Marshall's shoulders while she grabbed the tie around his ankles. They lifted him up and swung him over into the berth, still lying face down. She saw that his right eye was dilated and immobile, and looking down and towards the right, a condition that she had learned in her training to call 'down and out' and associate with damage of the nerves to the muscles of that eye. Not surprising, given the three unblocked kicks to the head that Robbie had delivered, but tough luck. She wasn't about to make an announcement asking for a physician on board! In fact, if at all possible, she was going to try to cover this little incident up completely until they landed. 

Her first priority was to check the scene. Robbie was reaching unsteadily for the Marshall's gun. "Stop!" she hissed. "Don't touch it Robbie. We want his prints on it only!" She ducked back into the berth and came back out with a plastic bag, using it like a doggie poop bag on a hiking trail to capture it and seal it without touching the gun herself. She spotted the other object nearby, and her blood ran cold. It was a stick on demolition charge designed to open up the door to the flight deck, and probably kill all the crew inside. As far as she could tell, it was not yet armed. She bagged it too, and then decided to put it underneath the Marshall in the bunk, with the aluminum side down, and the plastic explosive side facing up. If it did go off, the force would go up and mostly be absorbed by the Marshall's body, like a soldier falling on a grenade, and not be directed into the flight deck as originally intended. 

Robbie stumbled again, white faced, his eyes fluttering. "Water?" was all he said.

She moved him over into the seat, where there was bottled water and a little coffee service tray like you might see in the bathroom of a middle grade hotel room. He chugged about half the bottle of water, then grabbed all of the little sugar envelopes, ripped the tops off, and dumped the sugar in his mouth, chasing it down with the rest of the bottle of water. He smiled, and his color improved almost instantly. Was he diabetic? She steered him back into the corridor and into the lower bunk across the way, and he was asleep almost the instant his head touched the pillow. She put the blanket over him, fastened the seat belt to hold him in, and closed the curtains, making sure the Velcro fasteners held them tightly together. 

Elizabeth turned back to surveying the corridor. Luckily, there was no blood on the carpet. She had to quickly figure out what she had to reveal and what she could cover up. She retrieved the fallen Marshall's phone and texted the female Marshall, who was still in the cabin and hopefully unaware of any trouble so far. She used a code word for a minor emergency and told her that the male Marshall had taken ill and was resting in the berth and would receive medical attention as soon as they landed, and that as the other Marshall should remain on station until landing, then report immediately to her ground side supervisor for debriefing. 

She pulled up the video and began to look at what had been recorded. It was a little bit like a home cable DVR, in that you could look back at what had been recorded while the recording was still being made, but you could not change anything that had already been recorded. The recorder simply took down the image from the cameras that the auto switchers choose. She reversed back to the image of the Marshall leaving his seat in the back of the plane, and then let the recording play forward. There was a fleeting instant of the guy starting up the stairs up toward the flight deck, but then the image shifted back to the rear cabin. The next switch back upstairs had recorded Elizabeth already securing the ponytailed Marshall with the zip ties, amazingly leaving still Robbie unseen. The scene switched back to the rear for a few moments, and then returned to show Elizabeth bagging the demolition charge, again leaving Robbie off camera. She might just be able to pull this off.

Her marching orders were always to accomplish her mission without anyone knowing she was there, leaving no evidence behind. Since today she was not on a mission or even supposed to be here in the first place, much less be with Robbie, she had some work to do. She started a secure email, composing it on the fly to serve as an outline of what she wanted to say. She very briefly summarized everything that appeared on the video, and then added what she saw herself, and the entries the errant Marshall had made, but excluded any reference to Robbie's involvement in subduing him. She went over everything in her mind's eye, painfully aware that she had a short window of time before she had to send the time stamped message, and that in the very near future she would soon be in the box and aggressively challenged on everything she wrote and everything on the video. She might never see Robbie again after that, either. 

She finally closed the message by saying she had no idea why the Marshall might have wanted to bring the plane down, or even if the demolition charge was live, and made the recommendation that the passengers be allowed to disembark normally and without calling any attention to the situation, leaving it carefully unsaid why she had even been here in the first place. She read it over once, and pressed send, feeling that any further delay would add suspicion. She realized she felt a little shaky herself, and downed a bottle of water and some cheese crackers from the little service tray. She felt better, and hoped Robbie would too. They had at least four hours left before touchdown at DFW. She checked the Marshall's pulse: weak and slow but steady, but his pupils did not respond to light. She re-checked the plastic flexi-cuffs and secured the Marshall with the seat belt and went across the aisle to check on Robbie.

*******

Auguste could not believe his luck. He must have given the right answer, because his transcendently beautiful Mistress set down the Cat o Nine Tails and began to remove her panties! This was the greatest moment of his life. If this was the new era he was to enter, he would go willingly. She paused with the panties just above her knees, and his heart stopped. 

"Are you ready for your wake up call, Auguste, to start the revelations which will lead to a new era in your life?"

Anything to get those panties moving down again. "Yes, Mistress!"

All his dreams were coming true! She pulled the panties down and stepped out of them, and his eyes feasted on the most wonderful sight they had ever seen. Her legs were perfect: muscular and smooth and shapely. Her skin was unique, a light yet dark olive with a sepia undertone, seemingly sprayed on to those perfect thighs. It got even better. She picked up the cat and began to pop him with it, and her muscles rippled and shook under that perfect skin as she did so. He barely felt it. He wanted her to hit him harder, so her perfect little body would shake even more. 

"I am going to do what must be done to awaken you to your true potential, Auguste, to let you fulfill your destiny!"

She stepped over him and put one leg on either side of his head. He now realized that her legs were nothing compared to her perfect little pussy! A stylishly trimmed landing strip of dark pubic hair pointed to the pink and light olive confection between her legs. She actually began to bend her knees and move that perfect pussy down toward his mouth. He strained his neck, sticking out his tongue, ready to devote himself to it. She actually looked a little wet already, and he felt a warmth and peace and calm like never before, and a smug certainty that his innate superiority had been recognized and was about to be rewarded. 

*******

Elizabeth pulled open the curtains to find Robbie looking much better: his color had fully returned and he was sleeping soundly without snoring. In fact, he looked damned good to her. He had certainly risen to the occasion by knocking out the Marshall, just as he had certainly risen to the occasion with both Elizabeth and Peggy on the yacht. He must be incredibly lucky that the guy had stumbled at just the right time. He had gotten pretty lucky with her, too. She had never had an orgasm while on duty in the field before, much less several. It wasn't just another addition to her skill set: try as she might to be a stoic operative, she was not the kind of girl who could have that kind of experience without developing some strong feelings for Robbie. Her Robbie, her amazing Robbie, and it suddenly hit home that after this little misadventure she might never see him again. He went after the attacking Marshall without hesitation, despite having nothing like the training or experience she had. She realized he was instinctively putting himself between the Marshall and the flight deck, and protecting her. She closed the curtains behind her, pressing the two edges together so the Velcro strips sealed together. She pressed her body next to his on the bunk, loosened his collar further, and began to caress him.

Robbie stirred, and every muscle south of her waist clenched at once. Emotion welled up unbidden. Robbie had risked everything to put himself between her and harm's way, and he had won the day. He already had won her, but now her feelings for him were completely undeniable. She knew the old saw about "getting shot at and living makes you horny" but this seemed much more profound than that, if there ever actually was anything more profound than that. Suddenly the normally proper and reserved Elizabeth Ashcroft Knowles found all her inhibitions dropping away, and despite their only privacy being some flimsy curtains held only by little Velcro strips, she was going to let Robbie know how much he had pleased her, and how much she wanted to please him.

"We only have a few hours Robbie, and I wanted to show you a few things." Her fingers flew over the buttons of her simple blouse, revealing her nipples in full bloom.

Robbie's sleepy eyes soon came to focus on a delightful sight. He smiled. "My, my, but the décor aboard these British aircraft certainly is nice!" Robbie covered her face with kisses, and started on her neck, and tuned into her Suzie signal to time his progress towards her nipples. He was surprised to discover that she was already several stages beyond ready for that, and looked at her quizzically. 

She smiled back carnally, but with the forensic wheels still turning in her head. "Well, then, to keep up appearances, I have to insist that we don't allow any wild American DNA to be scattered about in our pristine British plane! So I must insist that it be confined to my pristine British mouth!" 

Robbie smiled. "I guess that would be okay..."

With that she dove for his crotch, lowering his zipper, pushing down his underpants, and engulfing his cock in one motion, bumping her head on the top if the bunk above them in the process, but paying it no mind. She let herself be caught up in the compulsion, and soon felt very light headed, concussed or not. 

Robbie felt it, too. He soon realized that his lovely Bright Eyes was someone he could completely lose himself in, and he proceeded to do so. He didn't so much tune into her Suzie signal as to let it wash over him and take him over. He didn't anticipate her responses - he felt them just as she did. He felt a pang of almost masturbatory guilt, but soon set it aside, and really got down to business. His tongue was scratching Elizabeth's itch just as she felt it herself, and then he withheld the scratch, just for an instant, and then scratched a little harder. The tension built up and resonated, and her screaming orgasm was muffled by his cock still trapped in her mouth, and he responded with his own orgasm, filling her mouth with wild American DNA, among other things. After a few delicious moments of suction and complete consumption, her breathing settled down a little, and they rotated about a common axis and began gently kissing each other's mouths. 

Suddenly Robbie was inspired to speak. "I want you to know that at least one person in the world thinks you are the most wonderful woman ever. I know there is a chance we will never meet again, and I want you to remember me as your greatest admirer. I could lose myself in you every day and every night, and handle anything else in my life no matter how awful if I knew I had you to come home to at night."

She shuddered in his arms. "Robbie, I made some commitments that I cannot set aside. But I am tempted, and I never thought I would be. You are the most amazing man I have ever met; someone I thought I would never find. It is almost certain I will never be allowed to have any contact with you in future, but you will always be in my heart. Always." 

*******

Suzanne took one final look at Auguste, who was frantic to touch her pussy. He strained his neck against the restraints and up towards her, his tongue reaching for his reward. She briefly recalled her Kegel exercise training, and then squatted a little more, relaxed all three of her very well trained urinary sphincters, and gave him his just desserts. It was a fitting metaphor for what he had been giving his students. 

*******

Elizabeth's watch beeped, and she give Robbie one final kiss. "Back to your assigned seat my love. I think they will let all the passengers off before dealing with me and the errant air Marshall, so make your way out with everyone else and don't look back. I will never forget you, but I have some preparation to do up here before we land."

She watched sadly as he disappeared down the stairway to the cabin. She checked the bunk they had been in and straightened things up, finding nothing seriously askance. She reviewed everything in her mind, and concluded she was as ready as she would ever be for whatever came next. She might end up in The Glasshouse, or the rumored top secret GCHQ 'corrective training center', an isolation unit from which no one was ever head from again. She might end up actually working for DEFRA, planning agriculture and forestry trade shows in the hinterlands instead of honey traps and surveillance missions. She might get through all this with a suspension, or a reduction in grade, or a permanent office assignment. She might get through it without any negative consequence, but it was not bloody likely. The aircraft touched down and began to taxi to the international gate.

She then heard the jet way bump against the aircraft, and then the hatch open, and some shuffling noises she assumed were the passengers moving out into the terminal. She ducked into the berth and checked her prisoner again: he had a weak and thready pulse and was still unconscious. She heard the cabin door open forward of her berth and assumed the flight crew was leaving the aircraft. Then came the strong three beat knock on the berth door she was expecting: "SSD! Open up!" Two lanky and serious looking guys in Texas DPS uniforms were standing outside when she opened the door. 

*******

I left the aircraft with everyone else, and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. I suppose that was the plan. There was nothing I could do to help Elizabeth now. I realized now that she must have somehow jiggered the reservation system to make sure I ended up on the flight she could get on, and I was sure glad that she did. I picked up my bag from the carousel and stood in the customs line for a while, and then I was walking out toward the exit doors. I called my dad, who I was sure had been monitoring my flight on FlightStats, and told him where I would emerge. Sure enough, his 'airport car' soon pulled up to the curb and I tossed my bag in the rear seat and sat in the front. We made small talk. There was no sense in telling him anything about what had just taken place on the flight. Loose lips sink ships and all that. We drove home and I spent the rest of the night having dinner with him and Mom and Grandma and Grandad, with Eldee giving me the occasional disappointed look over Nora and Lara's absence. Nothing unusual turned up on the ten o'clock news, and we all went to bed. The next morning I would head back towards Austin, and an expected return to normalcy, or at least to ESU. 

*******

Elizabeth had been sitting alone in the interview room for 12 hours now. Presumably they were interviewing everyone else involved and gathering all the available evidence before questioning her, and making sure she could not communicate with anyone else during that process. She expected to begin with some Texas DPS guy from airport security, then maybe an FBI type, and maybe they would try the good cop bad cop ruse on her. She was not sure what her people in Cheltenham would do - try to protect her and get her back home quickly - or just let her swing from all the rope she had given herself.

She was stunned when a tall and stately woman walked into the room alone, wearing a pink flannel business suit of all things, and even more surprised when she realized who it was. They called her Vivian Valentine, even though everyone knew that was an inside joke and not her real name. Everyone also knew that they did not know her real name, and that most of them never would. She was amazingly spry for someone who must be at least 75 by now. She was a legendary cold war field agent who had been 'kicked upstairs' to management when her cover was fully compromised. In her case there were several covers, since she was so startlingly effective in the field that they had to make up several identities for her, because just the realization that one key person had been involved in so many important intelligence operations was in and of itself a major security risk. She was also supposedly the most accomplished female assassin in the history of the western intelligence services, dispatching dozens of dastardly enemies of the Crown before she turned thirty. 

She had proven to be just as ruthlessly effective as a manager: finding, developing and successfully running a passel of crack field agents and also thwarting and doubling several attempted penetrations of their agency and SIS. It was said if she took an interest in you it would result in your either being promoted or cashiered, with no middle ground, as she did not suffer fools or failure well. She was effectively the shadow director of field operations, and it was also said she had a higher clearance than the man who was actually the official head of the agency, since there were several previous high level operations she had run of which he had no 'need to know'. When she had first began her training, there were so many legendary stories about this woman that Elizabeth was sure she was a fictional character, or that the stories were an amalgam of several agents, not just one. But her most trusted trainer had been one of Vivian's acolytes, and he had assured Elizabeth that it was just one woman, and that many of her very best exploits would never be told. 

"Hello, Elizabeth. Did you enjoy your little holiday?" She sounded like someone's slightly daft old Granny, but her eyes were full of fire and purpose, and Elizabeth found Vivian's gaze intimidating. She said nothing.




My Only Talent Ch. 26



"Come, come my dear! But then you did, didn't you?" 

Before Elizabeth could compose a response, Vivian continued. "You just had the misfortune to be dallying when this young American Air Marshall went bonkers. That's what they are calling it so far - late onset schizophrenia, paranoid delusions, persecution complex, etc. I'm still not sure I buy that. But you reacted well in the moment. Very impressive, dear, that you could subdue him so quickly and all by yourself, to boot. By the way, we saw you hack the reservation system to get Roberts on the flight that you could dead head on. That was our first clue."

Elizabeth was still too stunned to speak. This woman apparently knew all about her plan to be with Robbie in the aircraft. This was the end of her career then. She sat slack jawed and still said nothing. 

"Lighten up, dear. I did the same kind of thing several times." A wide grin spread across her face. "A girl has to find a way to truly relax sometimes - it really helps with the stress of this job. I used to like them young, dumb and full of come. Your young man seems to be pretty bright. He is certainly young. Tell me about the rest on the way back home, eh?"

*******

I hadn't realized how much I had missed my new car until I began to prepare it for my early morning trip to Austin, with a stop in Waxahachie for breakfast and a serious talk with Jay Kincaid about Millie. The two families had spent quite a bit of time together over the holidays swapping visits between Waxahachie and Houston, and had gotten along famously, despite their two grandfather's previous long term oil patch feud. It was about 40 degrees F when I was ready to leave, so I put on a cotton undershirt, a wool shirt, and my stylish English wool coat with the zip-in quilted lining, and put the top down on the SRT. The trip to Jay's grandfather's ranch, which was a few miles east of Waxahachie, was about 65 miles, and I was planning to make it in a lot less than 65 minutes. I was not sure I could manage 100+ mph with the same aplomb that Peggy had demonstrated in her Range Rover on our way down south to our birding adventures, but Oiler had assured me that the radar and laser detectors in my car were totally superior to anything available to Peggy. I pulled up the ranch coordinates (there was no address other than a legal deed description) on the navigation system, and it showed almost a straight north south shot to via the Tollway, and I-35E. 

I hit the Tollway on mental autopilot, and no radar emissions showed up on the heads up display painted with photons across the windshield, which also had the Weather Underground map superimposed to show weather and traffic hazards: today there were none. It was clear; the humidity was low, and the visibility unlimited, and the traffic was still light at this early hour. The car seemed to accelerate without me even touching the pedal. I could see Bent Tree from the elevated Tollway, where my dad was playing golf later this morning with a potential new private equity firm client that was about to do a roll up of a bunch of government contractors and needed him to combine all their sales forces without any earnings hiccup, and soon passed by the Galleria on my left, and then Love Field on my right. As I went over Harry Hines Boulevard, I slowed down to about 70 to enter Stemmons Freeway. There was no indication of radar, but there was enough traffic that I could not go much faster until I crossed the river to the R.L. Thornton. 

Things cleared out about the time I crossed Camp Wisdom Road, counter commuting to the south as they traffic built up in the northbound side, but before I could punch it, the car spoke to me. Oiler had programmed it with Mei Ling's voice for the announcements, since military research showed sexy female voices were best for getting the attention of male pilots. It got my attention all right, but partially diluted it to recall the look on Mei Ling's face as she watched as Millie was tied down, whipped, and penetrated doggie style by a double-gloved Ralph in Lara's apartment. I shook that off and tried to concentrate on the announcement, as a red "X1" appeared on the windshield HUD display slightly right of center and on the horizon. Mei Ling's sexy lilting voice said "Kay A band emission bears 15 degrees. Possible Stalker hand held or fixed photo radar. Local speed limit 65." A high pitched steady tone began to sound, and then pulsed in synchrony with the "X1" on the windshield. 

I slowed a little and moved to the right lane, and the "X1" moved to the right, got larger and the tone grew louder. "Kay A band emission X1 bears 30 degrees." I looked up to see a motorcycle cop ahead on the right leaning around a billboard just past the I-20 interchange with a radar gun pointed at me. Nothing happened as I passed by, and I waited until the tone disappeared and then three minutes more. When no other warnings sounded, I accelerated to 90 and then to 100, moving to the left hand lane to pass traffic and back to the right whenever possible. Brookside Road seemed to appear almost instantly, and then I had to remember Jay's verbal directions and the gate codes. When I pulled into the ranch, I didn't get greeted by a pack of Border Collies, like Jay usually did, but Cactus Jake Warner came around the garage and waved as I parked the car. 

"Roberts! Why didn't you tell me that Jay's new girlfriend Millie was descended from that horse stealing, claim jumping, deed forging, and slant drilling Aggie son of a bitch!"

I laughed, despite his wild expression. "That's just about what he said, except he added "Tee Sip Idiot" to your description." I had heard about their longstanding feud, and it was certainly not forgotten, by either grandfather. 

"God damn it, Roberts! I had to really come to terms with how much I like Millie in a big hurry when I found out who her grandfather was! He laughed. "I suppose I don't have to worry about her family being no account wimps, but I do have to watch my livestock carefully when her grandfather is around!"

"I understand he said he didn't have to worry about you asking to borrow any money, but he did have to worry about you stealing it!"

Jay emerged from the kitchen door and waved. "They just won't let go of that shit." 

I followed Jay back into the kitchen, where a table was set with a 'make your own breakfast taco' buffet. Perfect. Cactus Jake went back into his study, and I heard one of the cable business network market talk shows begin to recite commodity prices. Jay and I were now alone in the kitchen. I had not been looking forward to this conversation, although I knew I had to do the right thing for Millie. At least the tacos were good.

"So, Jay, let's talk about Millie. Are we beyond the 'let's see how it goes' stage yet?"

He looked a little sheepish. "Yeah, I guess so. I think she is the most wonderful thing ever to happen to me. What is it you want to talk about?"

"What it takes to really make her happy, and whether you are willing to do it for her."

Now he really looked nervous. "Look, Robbie, I know you have fucked her, a lot, but I am still trying to come to terms with that, and frankly, I'm still not comfortable with it."

"Chill out man, it's time to work this out. I have fucked her and she is wonderful, but I will never do it again unless you ask me to!"

His eyes flashed anger. "Is that what you think she needs - multiple guys?"

"Either that or one guy who will really do her like she needs it done. I want that guy to be you, not me. She is a very unusual woman, and she has unusual needs - very strong needs - but what she really wants is one man who can handle her."

"You make her sound like a horse that is tough to break and ride."

"That's not bad analogy, if somewhat crude. Millie knows exactly what she is - she is a natural born slut, Jay, but she wants to be a one man slut and a wife and mother. She can only do that if that one man can fulfill her needs. But if you can handle her, she might be the best horse around."

"OK smart guy. Do you know what she really needs? If so, tell me."

"She needs to be owned, Jay. She needs you to tell her that she belongs to you, and that she will do anything you want, anytime you want, any way you want, anywhere you want. That she is forbidden to even look sideways at another guy. You love her, but she makes you crazy with lust, and you can't always be nice about it. She needs to be fucked like a rented mule - hard and cruel - about half the time. She needs to be kissed all over and treated like a sweet, tender little princess about half the time. And every time you touch her, you can never give her a clue as to which one it is about to be."

"I don't know if I can roll that way, Robbie. I was taught never to hit a woman."

"It's not about what you want, Jay, it's what she needs. ` But she would like it better if you didn't care what she wanted. She would like it better if you were just taking what you want from her. Spank her ass until it is red, and then fuck her throat and make her breathe through her nose to survive. She will love you for it."

"I did spank her the other day, just a little, just in fun, and she got really hot."

"She can come from the pain, Jay, and you have to learn to make her come that way. I am going to send you some links to study up on."

"OK. But it freaks me out a little."

"But I have to tell you one other thing that is perhaps even more disturbing."

"What the fuck?"

"You know how some girls go crazy for guitarists, or singers, or movie stars, and they get like groupies and follow them around and fuck them any time?"

"You aren't saying Millie is like that for rock stars, are you?"

"It's much worse than that. She gets like that about politicians!"

"Politicians?"

"Politicians of any age or description make her crazy. You have to watch her like a hawk whenever she is around them." 

*******

I left a few minutes after that, and raced south down the Interstate, passing Hillsboro, Waco, Temple and Georgetown on the way, making it into sight of the dorm in less than two hours. I had a choice between parking at UDP or in Lara's second space at her apartment building. I headed for Lara's; saddened that neither she nor Suzanne would return until the Sunday night before classes began, when Suzanne and I were scheduled for another in our series of 'dinners' at Strelsa and Günter's apartment. A quick walk with my backpack on got me to the dorm, but not in time for lunch. I was starving, and an idea dawned. I texted Günter and accepted his offer of lunch and a talk, and we met at the University Club just north of the stadium. The big buffet line was still open. 

Like last time, I knew I could polish off at least one full plate while Günter talked and I ate, and it worked out that way. But I almost choked on my food when I figured out what he wanted to talk about. He was very emotional, and began once again to sound a bit like an inebriated Arnold Schwarzenegger. 

"Rah-Bee I know ve zaid ve vould not try to do our best fucking when we had zee treesomes with Strelsa and Suzanne, so they would not like it zo much with two men, but ah cannot let you do it zat way wid her nah." 

He waited for my response but my mouth was full. 

"Zee whole idea is to let Strelsa get thrills she never got before vee vere married, zo I vant you to give her all you can and ze best fucking you can. Udderwise I will worry that she will still wonder and zink aboud it more and more, instead of forgetting aboud it and being happy with just me after that."

I guess I got his point. I wondered if he were right. Would I always worry about Suzanne wanting to try multiple guys again? I had told Jay it was his job to give Millie what she needed. But I was sort of being a hypocrite, since I really liked everything that had to be done to make Millie happy, so it was easy for me. But would I have been so diligent in getting her what she wanted if it had made me more uncomfortable? 

He continued. "Zey have it all planned out. This Sunday Suzanne and Strelsa both do you vile I vatch. I vant you to give Strlesa all zee thrills you can - no holding back. Ze next week zey both doo me, and I will hold back with Suzanne if you vant me to."

I suppose that meant I would have to watch. Not fun. But then that only left...

"Then the next week Strelsa gets double teamed by us guys while Suzanne watches, and zen finally Suzanne gets us both. But there is a surprise coming. Strelsa is not going to just vatch us with Suzanne - she is going to jump in and try to get Suzanne off too, three on one. 

I thought about it. "Günter, go ahead and do your best with Suzanne. I have to know if she really needs it that much."

He looked sheepishly pleased. "I'm not zure I could hold back anyway because Suzanne is zo hot."

Then he changed the subject. "I also need your help with something else." He went on to talk about rowing and recruiting the best rowing prospects to ESU. I knew all about how competitive football recruiting had become, but it never occurred to me that rowing could have the same issues. Apparently the big programs were mostly in the east: Yale, Georgetown, BC, Cornell, Rutgers, Penn State, Columbia, and a few in the west: UCLA, Stanford, and UC SD. ESU was trying to break in as the third coast choice and new kid on the block. He was fired up, but not like he was about Strelsa. His accent became much more Americanized. 

"I have to bring in some big recruits to get re-hired. The Holy Grail of rowing this year is Muffy McGunnigle. She is 6' 2" and 175 lbs of prime heart lung system and skeletal muscle magic. It would be like in football recruiting Ricky Williams and Vince Young in one body for only one scholarship! I need your help when she visits to figure out what she likes to do besides rowing, to see if she can connect with some of the ESU students who are not rowers. We also don't have any idea whether she is into boys or girls or both." Apparently the same rules applied as in football recruiting - sex is undefeated - they just had to find out what kind of sex she was into. I agreed to try - and he promised to keep me updated on when she would visit and what they had learned about her in the interim.

After our late lunch I went back to the dorm and put on my running clothes and did 15 miles at a very good pace, then showered and got dressed just in time for the early dinner line. There would be snacks at the several receptions and open houses I would attend tonight for the beginning of Spring Rush, but that was hours away and I was starving now. It was a whole new semester, and the Spring Rush crowd was a small subset of the full spring semester crowd, so there was only one serving line open. I was not the first in line, but in the first two dozen or so. As I finished making up my plate, I looked up to see Lizzie Faye Reagan and her roommate Orinda seated at a table for four. I joined them, and their conversation stopped. 

"Hello girls, it's nice to see you both again. I hope you had nice vacations?"

Lizzie Faye cut her eyes over and Orinda. "Hi Robbie! Are you going through Spring Rush?"

"Yes, I am going to make the rounds, although I may not pledge anywhere. How about you guys?"

I knew Lizzie Faye had pledged in the fall and as a first year pledge was probably going to have to do all the real work at her sorority for their Spring Rush, and she confirmed it. "I am signed up to work at the house every minute until Monday night, while my 'sisters' do their nails and tell me what to do." 

She cut her eyes at Orinda again. "But my roommate, on the other hand, broke up with her frat rat asshole boyfriend over Christmas, so she is not invited to all his stuff anymore. She decided to come on up for Rush anyway to escape certain boredom at home." 

She cut her eyes at me. "All alone, unattached, and available!" With that, she stood up, put her plate in the dishwasher line, and headed out the door.

Orinda looked at me funny. "Is that right Orinda?" I said. She dropped her eyes. I took that as a good sign. 'Are you still interested in finding out what it is like to be a pet of the Master?"

I didn't need my Suzie receiver to tell me I had hit a nerve. She made a loud gulping noise like a fish out of water. "You won't have to be naked on a leash, Orinda. You can wear regular clothes like you would have anyway. But you will have an imaginary collar on, and that collar will be mine. It will mean that you are with me everywhere I go and you are ready and willing to do anything I want, anytime, all through Rush."

A major Suzie signal escaped her, a plaintive wail that combined excitement and dread in equal proportions. "If you want to find out what it is like, meet me in front of the dorm in thirty minutes. We will spend the first night getting to know each other. If that goes well, I will teach you how to please me. If you do, I might want to learn how to please you. Dress modestly - but with high heels, and absolutely no bra and no panties." I stood up and walked out. 

I went up to the dorm and brushed my teeth again, and then unpacked the stuff from my backpack. I found Adnan's gift in the bottom. I had packed it in London when we got back from the yacht trip, and had never opened it. When I did, I discovered that it was a full up Rosetta Stone set for learning Arabic, levels 1 through 3. Perhaps I could listen to it while I ran. When I went back down to the lobby, Kevin was just arriving back at the dorm, and needed to change to go the opening reception of ZZZ's Spring Rush. After I spoke to him for a few moments, I realized that Orinda was standing by the door, waiting for me. I could see her nipples pointing through the fabric of her blouse. 

Boy it's good to be back at school. It's my duty!



My Only Talent Ch. 27



Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. The delay in posting this chapter and perhaps the next few may be ascribed to some unexpected turbulence and travel in the author's schedule.

*****

Orinda looked so fantastic standing by the door that I couldn't believe it, and her Suzie sounded crystal clear, pure and relaxed, too. She must have done something special in the 30 minutes since dinner, because she looked scary good. I couldn't figure out exactly what it was, though. She had changed her clothes, but they weren't that different from what I had seen her wear before. Was it her hair? Maybe it was the way she was tilting her face slightly or the light in her eyes or the enigmatic smile she wore. 

It was a miracle there weren't ten guys standing in a line trying to hit on her. Her skin was so black it was sort of a dark purple/blue, and by contrast her teeth were blazing white, the whites of her eyes a creamy white and her pupils just were a little lighter than her skin, with some multi-faceted highlights that were more than just slightly different colors. Her face was perfectly balanced and symmetrical, and I realized I was staring at her. This amazing woman was willing to give herself to me? She had a spectacular figure, she always had, but her face was riveting. I almost lost my edge.

Almost. I walked over to her and put my hand on the small of her back, which was warm and firm and wonderful and seemed to fit my hand perfectly. "Are you ready?" When she looked up at me, her Suzie answered my question all by itself. She was ready: she was open, willing and wanton. She was terrific. She leaned over and kissed me lightly on the cheek, and I felt a lightning bolt go straight to my cock. Wow. 

She had on a simple white blouse with some blue highlights, and it was thin enough that her nipples still looked crinkly and delicious though it. A simple blue skirt picked up the blue color in the blouse but did nothing to spoil the line of her generous and fabulous hips, her legs were accentuated by some dark blue high heels, and I noticed a little touch of blue makeup on her eyelids. Nice. I remembered she had no panties on, either. Nicer still.

With our contact came a fast Suzie channel connection and I sought out her 'black box' sexual event recorder and also looked for her modulated fantasy images. Both were big surprises. 

The fantasy box was full; the event recorder was almost empty. There was a young black guy pictured, maybe one or two years younger than Orinda, in some early explorations while playing doctor, and a few backyard petting sessions in late June when the days were long and the nights were warm, and some very brief, very protected intercourse on prom night, but not much else until she came to ESU. Then there was a steady stream of frustration and of her fighting off the 'smooth' APA frat rat boyfriend who seemed to have no concept of whether she was actually receptive or not, and just plunged ahead clumsily until she literally slapped him away.

Her fantasies were another matter altogether - some of them would have made Millie blush! She seemed to have two kinds: the ones that got her hot but that she knew she would never actually try, and the ones that she wanted to try but hadn't been able to arrange yet. The central problem was a profound distrust of men, and fear of their sperm - instilled by her maternal grandmother who mostly raised her to not get pregnant before she finished school, like she and Orinda's mother both unfortunately had - and ably reinforced by her recent ex-boyfriend, plus a fear of being ridiculed by the women she might approach and admit that she was attracted to. Her fantasies were something I intended to study further, and I parked my Suzie tuner on the proper channel to continue monitoring it throughout the evening. 

I leaned towards her and spoke softly into her ear. "Orinda, you belong to me to do with as I please for the next three days. Then things go back to normal, but you will know just what you are capable of, sexually, which you will discover is anything and everything. I will never tell anyone, even Lizzie Faye, the details of what happened between us. If anyone asks me, I will only say that you are a lovely young woman and I am proud to be your friend. But in these next three days, you will learn how to please me, and to do it exceptionally well. I will learn what truly excites you, and may choose to do it for you. Are you ready?"

She gulped, and in a quivering voice said, "Yes, Master." She was so my kind of girl.

Our first scheduled stop was just north of campus at the recently remodeled Phi Iota Gamma house. I had to put in an appearance out of semi-respect for Theo Cadwallader, their frat president, whose family had paid for the remodel, but there was little if any chance I would pledge the PIGs. 

There was more construction planned as they had bought the lot north of them and were going to demolish the old small house on it and build an addition and annex to their stately southern style mansion frat house. While Orinda and I walked north along the Drag toward the PIG house, I began to recall the summary of the ESU Greek scene that Kevin had tried to give me, as a PNM, or Potential New Member, as indoctrination for Spring Rush, before the various Rush Captains got me in their clutches. 

According to Kevin, you could divide the Greek scene up into three major groups: the old guard, the new guard, and the new age or 'multi-cultural' houses. The old guard was composed of the oldest and most established fraternities and sororities, mostly founded pre-1900 at colleges mostly on the Eastern Seaboard or in the Midwest, and that had been on campus at ESU for many, many years. Their membership was primarily white bread white people, with, as Kevin put it, some 'Suitably Semi-Sephardic Jews' and some 'Barely Blonde Jews' thrown in for window dressing. 

Phi Iota Gamma considered themselves the number one most powerful, wonderful and desirable frat of this group, along with three other frats that were collectively referred to as the 'big four', not just at ESU, but most places. They didn't officially do Spring Rush, because they had so many potential members in the fall that it filled their quotas. This reception at PIG was not really Rush, nor for any official invitations or bids, but Kevin explained that I was a special case: they would invite me to join in the spring because of my rep. 

There was also a corresponding 'big six' sorority group. After the top four, there were the 'middle tier' and the 'lower tier' with appropriately declining degrees of looks, style, panache, and wealth. Pledging one of the fantastic four or significant six might determine who you dated, married, and may inherit a fortune from, plus joining certain country clubs, yacht clubs and law firms, think tanks, PACs, secret societies, and the client list of certain specialty drug dealers, escort services, law firm 'fixers', and psychiatrists. 

Being part of the middle tier might determine who you bought your Tahoe and Buick from, or who you sold real estate and insurance to, with perhaps a modest inheritance here and there thrown in. The middle and lower tier were more active in Spring Rush, hustling to keep their membership up, and they had much more modest houses, cars and clothes. Being part of the lower tier mostly determined who you continued to get hammered with long after college and complain to about your lousy dead end corporate job. All of these organizations had lots of mottos, manufactured traditions, and nice and not so nice nicknames, and at any given time several were either banned from campus or on probation for hazing violations. There was a constant slow turnover, as some failed to attract enough members to keep up a house, or got the Dean's death penalty for repeated and awful infractions, usually involving a hazing death or other outstandingly bad publicity for the university.

The new guard was composed of the non-white 'establishment': the Latino houses, the Black houses, and several varieties of Asian houses. They were mostly founded in the 1960's, 70's, and 80's and were thus newer and less established than the fantastic four, but would love to have the kind of pull that the old guard did. They were working on it. 

The new agers were 'multicultural' and 'diverse' with memberships theoretically composed of all racial and cultural groups, and many of them declared that they recruit members 'regardless of sexual orientation'. The perception among the old and new guard was that the new agers were people who were not cool enough to get into any of the old or new guard houses. UDP was sort of an outlier as an older (1930's) 'new guard' group, except its membership was just about proportional to the ESU population in general: mostly white guys, but with some of every other group, too. UDP alums tended to make their own fortunes rather than inherit them, and because of their fearsome reputation as geeks and hackers, none of the other frats messed with them, preferring to maintain diplomatic relations instead.

We arrived at the PIG house to find the front door open and a big steel BBQ smoker set up in the side yard, along with two kegs and a punch bowl, and a trio playing reggae style. The guys standing around the door, who probably didn't recognize me without the costume and/or the two hot girls in skin tight leather, gave me a look that said 'you aren't planning to come in here, are you?' They did obviously consider Orinda some pretty fine eye candy, and would have loved to have her come in as a single girl, without me. 

The PIG house had some recent problems with people just walking up and joining the PIG yard parties, and the new expansion plans included a 12 foot high wall and some more secluded outdoor party space, and they also planned to make even more use of the lake house, and a hunting lease. Theodoric Aloysius Cadwallader the Fifth spotted me, put an arm on me and steered us both inside, and began his sales pitch.

"Just another typical weekend at our fabulous house, Robbie, with the best food and the best looking girls on campus!" I had to admit the girls were gorgeous, especially the ones that were standing in groups of three and talking to each other. Orinda walked over and began talking to one of the groups of girls, and I got a 'ping' from her of attraction for one of them! Spring Rush was looking up.

Theo leaned over and spoke into my ear conspiratorially. "Here with still another exotic beauty on your arm, eh, Roberts! I just know you will fit in here, and your dates will too. Where did you find her?"

"She lives at the freshman, dorm, Theo, and her roommate practically threw her at me last night at dinner. She just broke up with her frat rat boyfriend, who in my judgment qualifies as a certified fool for letting her get away. She is in need of some comforting, and I couldn't refuse such a noble mission, could I?"

"Of course you couldn't. If this fellow is Phi Iota Gamma, I shall personally drum him out in disgrace. He should have at the very least steered her to cry on another Phi-I's shoulder!"

"You have avoided that kind of humiliation: he is an AKA pledge. Excuse me, Theo; I need to see if my date needs some punch."

I moved over to the group that Orinda was talking to, and began to introduce myself, all the while listening carefully for any reaction from her Suzie, and theirs. I figured out which girl had prompted her to come over here. Nice choice. Perhaps Orinda was preparing to come out of her shell? I was disappointed to learn that the other two girls were much more interested in Orinda than in me. Another group came in the door, and it included Jackson Pollack Jackson III and the incredible water skiing Candy, in a killer strapless dress that showed off her shoulders and tan. I heard an instant 'ping' from Orinda!

Orinda leaned over and spoke in my ear. "That hot chick with the cool tan is giving you the stink eye, big time. Did you do something to her you shouldn't have?"

I laughed. "It's more like I didn't do something that I should have, from her point of view."

She continued. "She also does not like that overdressed guy she is with very much!"

"Same song, different verse. She has been dating him since September and he hasn't completed a pass yet, if you know what I mean. He's not overdressed; he's just Phi Iota Gamma."

"There must be something wrong with both of you guys. She is hot enough to get any guy here if she wants to, plus half the girls, including me."

Those simple words resonated with me. Suzanne and even Nora kept talking about making sure they had some 'wild college days'. I decided right then and there to make the next three days some of my wildest ever. I had no classes and no worries until then. It was going to be an early three day mini Mardi-Gras in Austin on fraternity and sorority row for one Robbie Roberts, and I just realized had the ideal companion traveler for my little adventure. 

"Orinda, go over to that lovely and well-tanned young lady, who is named Candy, give her a nice wet kiss for me, and tell her I am ready to put out for her for the next three days, and that you are too. Ask her if she would like to join us later tonight for a little three person after party."

Orinda's eyeballs bounced around in their sockets, and a loud Suzie yelp emanated from her. But she squared her shoulders, took a deep breath and marched over to Candy, who was in conversation with two other girls. All three of them looked up as she approached, and I detected the same 'herd envy' signals from the two other women for Orinda that I first heard for Suzanne at that ZZZ party. These women were nice looking, but Orinda was exotically beautiful and much hotter too, and they both knew it. Candy was not sending envy - it was nascent desire. I suddenly realized that the Suzie signals were slowing down for me again, like movements did just before I attacked ponytail on the plane. I was also now reading subtleties in the signals at a much greater distance, without physical contact being required. 

Orinda reached Candy. I could see Candy's face and Orinda's back. Candy smiled and then Orinda kissed her, and then whispered in her ear. Candy's face froze, and then she looked at me over Orinda's shoulder with kind of an evil grin, and then emitted a searchlight growling Suzie beamed right at me. She whispered several sentences in Orinda's ear, then grasped the back of her head with both hands and gave her what I inferred was a showy tongue kiss, judging by the befuddled expressions on the other two women's faces. Plus they sent shock and awe, Suzie-wise. Orinda spun on her heels and started back toward me. The expression on her face was almost indescribable: chagrin, shock, fear, delight? Her Suzie was just as jumbled and confusing. What in the world had Candy said to her?

Orinda whispered in my ear. "One A.M. at her apartment, #414 at the Villas, just about a block north of here." She demurely put her hand on my forearm and stood next to me, like nothing unusual was going on. But her Suzie was like a chorus rapidly chanting 'bubble bubble toil and trouble' at high volume. She tried to sound normal when she spoke, but her voice cracked a little "Would you get me some punch please Robbie?"

I smiled. "Right after you tell me exactly what else she said."

Orinda made that fish out of water gulp again, and then whispered "She said you had better be ready to fuck her, and I had better be ready to lick her clit while you do it!" She continued to grip my arm so hard that she almost cut off the circulation to my hand. It did seem to increase the blood flow to my dick, however, so much so that I had to carefully plan my steps out to the punch bowl. I got her a big red cup of the Phi Iota Gamma version of 'instant stripper'. I could never refuse a lady.

*******

Sarah Stevens Susskind had never been this high before. Not even close. Her own breathing fascinated her. The texture of the old ratty Naugahyde couch in Billy's parent's trailer was absolutely beguiling. She loved the way it sort of stuck to her fingers and then just kind of let go with a funny little sound when she moved them. The old plastic radio in the kitchen right above the sink was playing KPYK - the real oldies - big band music. How wonderful. The breeze through the slightly open windows of the trailer was cooling her skin, but she felt the heat between her legs. She looked over at Billy, wondering if he was feeling it too. 

But he was only lusting after the next marijuana bud he had just retrieved from the Coca-Cola can. He was caressing it, grooming it, tearing into three pieces and lovingly tamping one of them down in the bowl of his bong. Coca-Cola sounded marvelous right now - little fizzy bubbles on her tongue - cool liquid down her throat. 

"Billy, may I please have one of those Coca-Cola's in the fridge?"

"Sure. Bring me one too." Billy said.

Emily Post he was not, but then she was too thirsty to complain. She was a little unsteady as she rose from the couch, but it did feel a little like dancing when she moved. She had to stare at the refrigerator for a moment to figure out which side the door really opened on, and then she worked the handle and grabbed two cans from the front of the red and white paper 12 pack. 

She put one on the coffee table in front of Billy. Whoops. No coasters, but there were lots of can rings and cigarette burns on it already so it may not matter. Billy was still engrossed in loading up the bowl of the pipe. She popped open the can and was surprised and delighted by the snapping sound. She lifted the can to her lips and sipped - it was wonderful: sugary, tickly, and cool. Billy had fired up the bong again, and was taking another big hit. 

"So, Billy, do you have a girlfriend in Dallas?"

He laughed. "Well I do have a lot of girls who drop by to see me but they don't stay long and there is no one really special." He offered her the pipe and lit the bowl for her again. 

She was now worried about getting home safely, so she took just a little hit, and he snatched it back from her to suck up the smoke she had left in the chamber, then used his lighter again and took another massive hit. She leaned back, putting her arms up along the back of the couch, chest out, and neck back. Her mother would have called her posture 'too provocative'. Billy didn't notice, and it didn't provoke him to do anything other than load another bit of the fuzzy bud into the bowl. He took three big hits and didn't offer her any more. It was just as well. Sarah realized she didn't really want to go home yet, but she didn't want to stay here, either. She was now sure Billy wouldn't care.

"I gotta go, Billy. You sure have some great dope." But that's about it, she thought. He smiled and loaded the bowl again with one hand, waving dismissively at her with the other. She stood up again, a little unsteady, found her purse, and headed back outside. She spotted her car, and found her keys, but had to think for a moment about what side of the key should go up to unlock the car door. She finally got it open and sat in the seat, primly buckling her seat belt out of sheer habit. She decided to plan for a minute before she started the car. 

She thought about that place out on 34. It was strictly country music, but she heard that they had a dance floor and maybe someone would ask her to dance. Back east towards town, then south towards Kaufman. She started the car. Lights on, a little voice in her head said. I probably don't need anything to drink just now, she thought, but I am hungry. Should I check the mirrors to see if they are adjusted properly?

*******

Suzanne Pliskin woke to the sound of Lettye vacuuming downstairs. Last night's domination of Professor Auguste had been titillating, but not really satisfying, even after she made her exit with him still restrained, sputtering, spitting and cursing in French. She had heard much more guttural and artful swearing as a child in Mayotte, Senegal, and Morocco - his was strictly a whiny Parisian dialect and sounded inadequate and unauthentic by comparison. She knew he would eventually get the knots untied and release himself. 




My Only Talent Ch. 27



She was fairly certain he would not call for help from others and advertise his predicament. She was going to have to re-examine this whole Dominatrix thing. It certainly got Cindy, the Judge and Auguste very excited, and it had a very positive effect on the judge's life. The jury was still out on Professor Haubenfelter, so to speak. She would be interested to see his next publication and public appearance. 

But the Dominatrix act had really done nothing much for her. She realized that she loved doing it for Millie and Lara because it made them come so. She knew it from the other side when she had been taken for a wonderful ride in the trapeze after a long training run. But she felt embarrassed when she thought about dominating Robbie after his first Marathon. She thought taking advantage of him would excite her and being in control would make it even better. 

It had gotten him off, but also seemed to confuse him. She felt a little guilty about that. Then when he had fucked her so hard the next time they were together and made her come like never before, and she realized that was his natural way. When he told her he loved her and was going to fuck her like that again it made her melt like butter in a hot pan. Perhaps it was her natural way too, even if she didn't like the idea intellectually. But there was nothing intellectual about how hot it had made her, and the orgasms just about made her black out. She still had dreams about Robbie her doing her like that, and maybe she always would.

Three more days in DC with her folks and then back to Austin. This coming semester, she was head TA for one huge freshman section and the only TA for a relatively large upper division section, so she had lots of work to do as classes began. But, she decided to take at least one evening to ask Robbie to buy her some pizza and take her up to his dorm room. She stretched under the covers and decided to daydream about that for a while. 

*******

We stayed long enough at the PIG house for me to down some decent appetizers: my stomach was already growling even if it had only been about two hours since dinner at the dorm. I had set up our planned route to minimize the distance we had to walk to cover all the 'open house' style stuff tonight besides PIG. It reminded me of the Konigsberg Bridge Problem we had studied in math. 

I got lots of 'drop by' invites, and Kevin helped me toss out the 'total losers' and 'service frats' so I could focus on the more interesting ones. The next two nights were invitation only deals held for people they truly considered serious PNM material, plus the very interesting 'slumber party' invite the final night at the Booties, Beta Omicron Tau, AKA the Big Ol' Titties. We headed east toward the law school to visit the Gamma Iota's and the Bi Kappa Sigma's, AKA the "Skull Fuckers" for their chosen symbols and supposedly sexual predilections. 

According to Kevin, both considered themselves top four, but were actually middle of the pack second tier houses. I hadn't realized that there was such a pecking order (my father called it a 'peckerwood order' and said only about 10% of the 'elite' frat guys ever accomplished anything in the real world), how much stock some of the houses placed in it, and how much disagreement and self delusion there was about who ranked where. 

Neither of these two houses dressed as well as the PIGs, but then neither did the male models in GQ. But I did notice one obvious and very disturbing faux pas: khaki pants and boots without the proper accessories! In Austin, if you wear a nice white button down collar shirt with khaki pants and boots, there are then two hard and fast rules that automatically follow. 

First, the boots should be burnt orange and/or incorporate an unmistakable and obvious Longhorn image. If you must wear plain boots, then you have to add a very large and showy Longhorn belt buckle to your outfit. Failing those rules, you might be mistaken for an Aggie, God forbid. These guys were breaking those rules, and a couple of them were chewing tobacco, which was too Aggie even for most Aggies these days. If you chew Red Man and have goat shit on your boots, you are considered an Aggie no matter what else you wear or where you went to school. All of their members suddenly seemed a little more goofy and inappropriate. There were some good looking girls there, but they mostly seemed to be dumb as a post, not as bright and interesting as I like them, and I also smelled a very high percentage of tobacco smokers, which put me off even further. They did seem to be the exactly the right kind of girls to "skull fuck", I suppose. We are outta here. 

Then we dropped in at the largest of the 'multi-cultural' houses: Lambda Gamma Beta, about which Kevin had said, in a tone he usually reserved for wild porn web sites: "You gotta see this place!" They were true to their ideals, combining, or 'mixing' both genders, indeterminate genders, and the androgynous 'Pats' as they were known, into one rainbow membership base, and welcoming all sexual orientations and practices. How many potential variations were there? I figured it was at least six factorial! 

Most people on campus called them the 'Rainbow Greeks' or 'LGBT', although I wasn't sure about the transsexual part. Who was? Many Greeks also called them 'the Tri-Lam's', a reference to the fictional frat in the movie 'Revenge of the Nerds', but they were not actually part of the official 'Lambda Lambda Lambda' frat, which was founded long after the movie was released. They had a reputation for wild and crazy parties, and a house with very unusual décor. I wondered about the pre-op transsexual lead singer from the Chicksie Dicks. He had left for Brazil right after the Halloween parties, and had certainly had his surgery by now. There would be several months of rehab, after which he was planning to return to Austin, enroll in school as an official woman, and ask me out. Would he pledge LGB?

I am not sure you would call it 'curb appeal' but their house had a very distinctive appearance indeed. As we entered, I was hit by the most disparate jumble of Suzie signals I had ever heard. Every wavelength, amplitude, tone, and overtone was represented, and I got a perspective I had never had before. It was like a lab exercise in signal processing and I learned some things, including a lot of 'mixed mode' content I don't think I had encountered before, and I almost felt like I should sit down and take notes. 

We were greeted by their designated 'Rush Rainbow', who reminded me strongly of the 'Serge' character from the Beverly Hills Cop movie. He (I assume) introduced himself as Reynaldo 'Patsy' Klein, and emitted no Suzie signals whatsoever that I could detect, but he took one look at Orinda and let out a strange shrill cry: "Oh my, you are the most exotically beautiful thing I have ever seen. Why haven't I seen you on the covers of fashion magazines yet?" 

He circled her twice, a 720 degree tour, while making comments like "unbelievable", "look at those cheekbones, look at those eyes" and "Booty-luscious Baby!" He was of course exactly right. "I am doing an MFA in photography, and you are obviously fine art, and I want to photograph you. How's about it, deary?" Orinda laughed, and said maybe, giving me a shy but hot look that made my heart beat fast, and that also said she was going to do it, and enjoy it. She was definitely coming out of her shell. Then another, highly androgynous person appeared, dressed in grey jeans and a grey shirt, and whispered in Patsy's ear. 

He looked up at me in shocked surprise, and emitted another shrill cry: "Get the fuck outta here! The Master, at our party? Oh God, I wish you were in costume. I have my leash up in my room!" 

Orinda giggled, but then put an arm on my shoulder, saying "I am afraid I am his exclusive pet tonight, Patsy!" He groaned, and said "That's something else I would like to photograph! You are both officially offered bids to pledge right this very minute!" 

A bunch of people gathered around and gawked at us for a while, and I overheard some interesting conversations and new terminology, including 'excessively hetero-normative', 'basic bozo breeders', 'toggafs' , 'hopelessly straight', 'peg out', 'tuesgay night lights', 'heterosexist patriarchy', and 'Regnarian degeneracy'. It sounded like the sociology class Oiler told me he was forced to take as an elective because it was the only thing that fit into his schedule. I certainly didn't feel accepted. In fact, Patsy turned out to be the only person who treated us nicely. Oh well.

Then we went to visit Kevin at ZZZ. Things must have been a little slow; three guys offered Orinda cups of instant stripper in the first minute we were there. They had a major and very successful rush push in the fall, and were just looking to pick up a few new members in the spring. Their Prez took me aside, after ogling Orinda for a moment, to try to close me for ZZZ, while Lou Baby and Kevin seemed to be giving Orinda the third degree. 

We finally agreed that I would be an "honorary" ZZZ member, attending as many mixers as I could and helping the brothers target girls. I also committed to come to Seder at their house and to join one of their annual rituals - a big delegation of members and alums that traveled en masse to tailgate and party at an away football game. He also told me that I could expect some serious sales efforts from a couple of other houses besides PIG. As always, ZZZ had some great food out, and I was already hungry again, so I planned to stay close the buffet line here until about 12:45, before Orinda and I walked back east to Candy's place. 

All of the pledge class, except Kevin who was under the watchful eyes of Lou, asked Orinda to dance, and she had a great time dancing while I settled my stomach. She was a fabulous dancer, and certainly the center of attention on the dance floor, whetting my appetite for the night to come. Finally she got a little plate of food and another big cup of instant stripper and sat down next to me to talk.

"So, Robbie, Lou certainly has some interesting stories to tell about you. " She gave me that female look that said 'time to be on the defensive, you ignoble male', but I wasn't having any.

I gave her my best Dom look, which admittedly wasn't nearly as good as Suzanne's. "Three days from now, you will have some much more interesting stories to tell than she does." Orinda dropped her eyes and smiled. What a wonderful girl. I tuned her Suzie, again noting the almost total lack of sexual experience, in stark contrast to her intense and powerful fantasies. It made me curious.

"So, Orinda how is it that you don't have more sexual experience?"

She looked at me suspiciously. "How do you know I don't have lots and lots of experience?"

"Come on, Orinda. They don't call me the Master for nothing. I can tell when you aren't telling me the truth. Never forget that. You have to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth about your sexual desires. And you, my lovely little hottie, have some serious desires that have yet to be fulfilled. Why is that?"

She looked slack jawed for a moment, then sighed, and answered: "My grandmother taught me to always be in control, and to always be on guard against the evil male sperm. The pill wasn't to be depended on, nor could you trust condoms, and that all men are essentially lab rats with multiple STDs that have to be monitored, defended against, trained and controlled by a woman. So I had incredible lust in theory, but could not let myself go in practice with any of the real guys I knew."

"That's why I decided to let myself go with you. Lizzie Faye told me what she saw in that laundry room, in great detail, and I wanted some of that for myself. The dorm gossip pipeline was also full of information about the two girls you had on leashes at those parties, and everyone agrees that they are both very smart and very beautiful, and I figure that they wouldn't have been crawling around on the floor for you unless it was working for them and getting them off. Three days of getting what I know I need without a bunch of drama and rigmarole before or after sounds just fine to me."

"Including what Candy has in mind for you?"

She giggled. "That sounds okay for starters, but hopefully it won't be limited to just that." 

"Orinda, you have the Master's word that it won't be limited to just that!" What a wonderful girl.

*******

Lara was looking forward to getting back to Austin. She had loved spending time with her grandmother, especially since her dad seemed so happy now that he was with Lillian Gush. Getting away from school had been a good break, but getting away from Robbie was not so good. She missed Suzanne, too. Truth to tell, she missed Millie too, even though she accepted that her training was over. Once the Christmas stuff was over, boredom inevitably began to set in. 

She took to updating and improving her skiing ability, and enjoyed for a while the series of instructors of various nationalities who asked her out as a result of meeting her on the slopes. There had also been a couple of earnest sons of Colorado neighbors, a few years older than her, who were just finishing an MBA or a law degree, and considered accessorizing with her as they began the climb up the corporate ladder, or just positioning themselves to benefit from her father's money. But none of them gave her the slightest thrill. 

*******

We said our goodbyes at ZZZ, and started the walk back east toward Candy's place. I heard a little buzzing Suzie emerge from Orinda as we walked, and it seemed to me that her hips were swaying a little more than normal, too. I had heard lots of rumors about the complex where Candy lived. 

It was very close to campus, and the apartments were modern looking with all the cool stuff that all the cool kids wanted: disposals, dishwashers, microwaves, washers and dryers, and Wi-Fi access all over the complex. That summarized all the pros. The cons included a very dirty, noisy and presumably overloaded and poorly maintained elevator, a management staff that could barely dress themselves, a swimming pool that was actually an incubator for a whole taxonomy of microorganisms, with a hot tub that was even worse. 

It also had walls so thin you could hear everything that went on in the nearby PIG house and the neighboring apartments, from loud sophomoric philosophical discussions to noisy, if often mercifully brief sexual encounters. I was operating on the assumption that my beautiful Candy would keep her place hygienic, and that we would not want to listen to anyone else's sexual activity. 

The multi-colored stucco exterior intended to look like a European village wasn't so effective when poorly lit at night: it merely looked jumbled. We didn't even consider the elevator, but someone had puked in the stairwell earlier in the evening, providing the appropriate West Campus ambience, plus some questionable footing. Candy's place turned out to be on the southwest side of the complex. We were one minute early. Despite her obvious quivering anticipation, Orinda refused to knock even one minute early. I will never understand women.

Candy opened the door in an outfit right out of Victoria's Secret, and Orinda and I both involuntarily drew in a loud and very audible breath. Candy giggled, and then spoke with emphasis. "That's just the reaction I was hoping for! Come into my parlor." She giggled again. She offered us seats and some bottled water. It seemed weird to me to just talk instead of 'getting down to business' but that must have been me thinking with the brain between my legs. 

I forced myself to tune their Suzies, and discovered both were truly fired up - but intensity did not necessarily mean urgency - they both wanted to anticipate and enjoy. I could do that - for a while. Candy had the 'smooth jazz' cable music channel playing through an amp and speakers that sounded pretty good. She also had what I have learned is almost always sexually symbolic for young women: candles going in several places around the apartment. I remembered from somewhere that there are almost 7,000 residential fires in the Unites States started by candles each year. Maybe I do have a future as an actuary, after all.

Orinda licked her lips and noticed something on the coffee table that led her into a conversational ploy. "Do you and your roommates play a lot of Scrabble, Candy?"

Candy smiled. "Well my roommates won't be back in town for a few more days - and they never play Scrabble. I thought you two might want to play with me, but not Scrabble." The double entendre almost dripped from her lips. 

Orinda moved closer on the couch, put a hand on Candy's knee, and cooed. "So, uh, what's your major?" Zing went the strings of my dick, er, ah, heart. Sprong!

Candy kept her gaze focused on Orinda, as she slid her hips a little lower on the couch and moved her knees a few inches further apart. "Well, I am actually a very serious pre-med student, but for the next few days before classes start again, I want to relax and let my hair down, so to speak." You didn't need a Suzie receiver to know some sparks were about to fly. 

Sitting on the other side of the couch, I put my hand on Candy's other knee, and said "Some ground rules: I will never talk to anyone about anything we three do together. I will tell you both what I need and want and expect you to do it for me. I want you to both tell me, and each other, with complete honesty, what you need and want."

Candy sighed and put one hand on each of our hands, moving them up to cup her breasts. "That's enough talk."

*******

Saskia Grandael turned out of her parent's driveway onto Camino Estancia and then onto Silver Springs Drive, blending into Sunland Park and passing the mall her mother usually shopped at on her way to the I-10 to head east back to Austin. She was leaving earlier than she originally told them - literally leaving in the middle of the night, but traffic would be light and that would make her trip faster. It would take at least 8 hours of driving, even with her lead foot, given gas and bathroom stops along the way. Her tank wasn't completely full - she would probably make her first stop in Fort Stockton. 

She had quickly grown tired of playing with all her sister's children, and her mom's incessant comments about Saskia's remaining single. At least this visit no one had wondered openly if she was a lesbian. She certainly hadn't told anyone she was (mostly) straight, either. She also hadn't told anyone about her growing sexual fantasies and preoccupation, almost to the point of obsession, and thus her lack of true release for many months, and she probably never would. She forced herself to think of earlier, more pleasant times in Austin. 

She was still recovering from the awful shock when she learned that Bob the Knob had been replaced as her department head by Arturia Colorado. It was like going from having a brilliant and laughing Robin Williams as a boss to suddenly having to report to Joan Rivers on crack, except Joan Rivers was occasionally funny. There was nothing funny about Arturia Colorado. Three people had already left, and Duke Knorr was frantically looking for an RA gig anywhere else, even A&M. 

Saskia was stuck - she had completed 99% of the planned work on her post doc, and had several papers worth of results written up and ready to publish, but Arturia could stop the whole process by just holding onto the paperwork for a while. She had done it before, requiring one other poor and trapped postdoctoral student to spend two years of work repeating and reworking a study on contractility in pig heart muscle that Arturia had botched in the first place. His real work was thus delayed and less impactful when it was published. Saskia did find it momentarily pleasant to think about the physiological experiments one might do on Dr. Colorado, though. Perhaps some extensive thalamic tract pain studies while she was awake and immobilized? Wouldn't be ironic to use Dr. Colorado, who delighted in trapping students in her service, as a subject in a study on locked in syndrome?




My Only Talent Ch. 27



Even more pleasant were thoughts of working with Robbie Roberts on early MWF mornings this coming semester. She had crafted a clever plan with even more than her usual OCD-like thoroughness, and was confident that mid-May would find Mr. Roberts with an upper body like he had never dreamed of. There was something about that kid and his flirting and confident manner that spoke to her. 

He even gave hints of understanding what her fantasies were. Or, in her increasing need, was she just projecting her obsessive fantasy scenes onto his comments that really meant something else? Unfortunately, it wouldn't matter. When she stopped in Fort Stockton, she would send Roberts a text to remind him to start keeping up his food and exercise diary again. She had a lot of work to do on him, and she needed all the baseline data she could get. 

*******

It didn't take long for Orinda and me to remove Candy's hot little outfit. The sight of her starkly contrasting tan and pink areas, close up and imminently touchable, soon had me very short of breath and long on altered circulation. Seeing Orinda's very dark hand moving across those breasts was even more titillating. We alternated kissing her mouth, and she put her hands on the back of our necks and alternated pulling us into her. Then we began gently kissing her little pink rock Candy nipples, and she groaned with each touch. Orinda started to remove her blouse, but Candy reached out to stop her.

"I want you both to keep all your clothes on for a while, with one modification." She reached out and pulled down my zipper, reached into my underwear, and liberated my cock, which stuck straight out, red and pulsing, and surrounded by my Navy blue pants. She touched it lightly and smiled. I hoped she was happy to see it, and not laughing at it. She pushed her hips out until they were just on the front edge of the couch, and then used her hand on the back of Orinda's neck to pull her head up so they made eye contact. "I want you to kiss me."

Orinda smiled and gulped, and then Candy's hand pushed her head down and made it clear where she expected to be kissed. Orinda started well down on her thigh, just above the knee, and then Candy sighed and put both her hands on my dick. College may not be for everyone, but I was now sure it was the right thing for me. I didn't think I could get any harder, but somehow Candy's light touch was accomplishing exactly that. I began to worry about coming just from watching the two of them. I decided to concentrate of their Suzie signals, since that often distracted me from coming too soon. Candy was floating on a cloud of sensuous feelings, and Orinda was crazed with excitement. 

By now Orinda's head was right between Candy's legs, kissing her inner thighs and almost ready to dive into the main event. She drew a big breath and said "Candy you are so wet!" and then began tonguing her gently. 

Candy was now working on frigging my cock like one of Kevin's favorite internet hand job web sites, but when Orinda's tongue made first contact, Candy gritted her teeth and grunted. "Oh, fuck. Fuck me!"

I figured that was my cue. I stood up and grabbed Candy's shoulders gently, getting her to put more weight on her legs and lean forward a bit while I slipped in behind her onto the couch. I then spread her legs, moved up to the front edge of the couch, and grabbed her waist to guide her down onto me. Orinda moved her head in synchrony, but kept her mouth on Candy. Candy was so wet and so ready, and she put herself right on me and moved steadily down, bending her legs and showing me a captivating view of her apparently perfect ass. She narrated her own movements, "Oh fuck yeah. Fuck yeah!"

I leaned back and pulled her back against me, slipping my hands around to her breasts. Her nipples fit perfectly, popping out between the second and third fingers of each hand. If I turned my head at just the right angle, I could see Orinda's head moving around on Candy, but not actually see her mouth and tongue touching her. If leaned forward for a better view, my chest moved forward and my pelvis moved back, and it reduced my penetration of Candy. Unacceptable. I finally tuned Candy's Suzie signal and adjusted my angle and thrusts to please her the most. Slow and deep, it turned out. It felt fantastic. 

I could also hear in the signal the little ruffles and flourishes that Orinda's mouth was making, like a wire brush on a high hat cymbal. That was smooth jazz indeed. Suddenly the percussionist made twenty little fast hits, keeping the cymbal ringing continuously, and Candy came with a very musical little kitten like growling sound. Orinda made slurping noises, then stopped motionless for a moment, and then began playing percussion again. 

I guess that made me the rhythm section, so I resumed my slow and steady beat. The contrasting skin tones and languid motions of the two girls looked so hot that I began to worry that I would pop too soon, so I turned my head the other way and looked out the window for a distraction. I had read somewhere about doing multiplication tables or the like in your head to take your attention off of the pleasurable sensations. 

That wasn't sufficient, but I did find that trying to remember and sub-vocalize the trig identities we had memorized to facilitate some of the more common integration problems for the last chapter of calculus worked pretty well. I gazed out the window for additional distractions. There were several. Candy's apartment was on the south west corner, but the window mostly faced west, not south. 

There was a well lit orange and white 24 hour Whataburger store right across the street with a big line of cars in the drive through at this peak late night munchies hour. From up here on the fourth floor I could see the back of the ZTA house, but that made me fantasize about hot little rich girls (who according to Kevin's ZZZ gossipology not only had Zits, Teats, and Acne, but also loved to give head) and that memory hardly functioned to delay my climax. Finally I spotted an 'urban outdoorsmen' pissing in a dumpster in the alley, and I knew I could last a good deal longer, as long as I didn't lose my hard on entirely.

Orinda delivered another set of tongue ruffles and lip flourishes and Candy came again, like a jazz singer with perfect timing. After she lolled her head and shoulders from side to side for a moment, she reached down under Orinda's chin and brought it up so as to make eye contact with her. "You, my lovely friend, have a magical mouth!" 

Orinda looked a little embarrassed, but then smiled, her chin gleaming wet. "Best pussy I ever ate! The only pussy, too!"

Candy moved her head around to look at me. "Robbie, are you ready to come?"

"I suppose I could. Right now?"

"Oh, not yet! Orinda, do you mind if I suck him off all by myself this first time?"

Orinda managed a grin and an ironic tone all at once. "As long as get to watch."

I pulled out of Candy, turned towards her and bent down a little to bring my cock level with her mouth. She smiled a very smug smile and began to lick me gently and teasingly. Orinda watched from six inches away, mouth open and eyes big. Neither of them had ever looked so beautiful. Then Candy made eye contact with me and began to suck me in earnest. Her mouth seemed to get hotter and her eyes shone more brightly. Orinda leaned in even closer and licked her lips, framing another picture for my girlfriend Hall of Fame wall. That did it for me. Bingo!

Candy murmured her approval, not that I could have stopped at that point, and took everything I had to give, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock like water swirls down a drain. And drain me she did: completely, wonderfully, enchantingly, an artist in the medium of local pressure differentials and tongue strokes. Then she gulped and swallowed what she had been holding in her mouth, and looked mischievously at Orinda, who simply said "Damn, girl!"

Well said. I shucked off all my clothes and sat back down on the couch, and both girls' Suzies were now pounding with anticipation. As I decoded their fantasy images, another bit of ZZZ gossip came to mind: the apocryphal 'pussy parties' that were said to be an ongoing ritual in certain sororities. I was about to witness such an event held by a very special sorority, a very exclusive one with only two members. 

Two very, very hot members who were about to be devoted to each other for a while, and were making up their own rituals as they went. And I only had to watch for that while, until my one and only member was ready to join the party again. I moved to the window end of the long couch, and they began to circle each other like cats about to fight or fuck or cuddle, or all three. Orinda did her own little quick improvisational strip tease, underscoring how freaking beautiful she really was. 

Although they probably weren't thinking about it that way, they were certainly putting on quite a show. Candy was a little more aggressive at first - perhaps because she had just had two shuddering comes and was already in an altered state. Still, they were women, and they took their time with each other. They soon moved into opposed positions that would inevitably lead to them 69'ing each other, but for now they were just kissing each other's breasts and necks. What a sight. 

Soon they were kissing each other's navels, and using their hands to stroke each other gently. Their breathing became louder: so did mine. Then Orinda twisted around on top, with her perfect ass facing towards me, soon to be centered over Candy's face. Candy reached up from underneath and spread Orinda's legs a bit, giving her a face on but upside down view of Orinda's pussy. Candy and I gasped simultaneously.

I had never seen anything like it. The best visual analogy I can make is to imagine a big juicy dark skinned plum that has been split vertically down the middle so that two gashes of the delicious red fruit inside showed against the darker surrounding skin, and in the middle between those two lovely wet red areas was a central patch of bright pink juicy bubble gum. It took my breath away. 

Candy spoke first "Oh my!" She smacked her lips. "That's incredible." Had I been in her place, I would not have been able to avoid just diving into that black, red and pink, plum and bubble gum flavored, hot steaming pussy pudding. I had to exercise major self control to not push Candy aside and go for it myself. It was hypnotizing. Candy at first just used her hands to spread first those dark ass checks and then open up those dark red lips a bit and touch them gently, getting her fingers wet in the process. Another wave of Suzie signals hit me from both girls - they were in new territory and buzzing with excitement. The pink bubble gum called out to me - and I wanted to chew. Candy got there first. 

I just watched in awe for a while, and listened to the slurps and grunts, and the Suzie signals washing over me. Orinda liked being worshipped - she came almost immediately. Then she moved her shoulders a bit and bent her neck down and began some enthusiastic reciprocation on Candy - who soon came too. They then demonstrated their female sexual super powers, and just did it all over again, and again. I stood transfixed at the end of the couch and watched them do it, as a series of pulsing orgasmic Suzie signals hit me between the eyes.

I may have been frozen, but old John Henry, the pile driving man, suddenly channeled his spirit through my dick, in stages of wood, stone and finally obsidian. I leaned forward, and realized I had a little solid geometry problem to solve. The girls were perfectly comfortable on the couch, and Orinda's pussy was on top, wet, fragrant, and appeared immensely penetrable, doggy style, but the relatively tall armrest of the couch was right in the way. I bumped against it with the front of my thighs, as apparently my spinal reflexes needed evidence that I just couldn't bull forward and fuck her. 

But somehow that bump engaged some visualization neurons somewhere that Asa could probably give me all the special names and circuit diagrams for, and I knew what to do. I put my left foot on the floor next to the front of the couch, and balanced myself so I could stand on it alone. Then I threw my right leg over the back of the couch, such that the back of my knee hooked over it and could also support most of my weight if needed. 

The outside of my right calf and foot were against the wall, braced between the couch and the wall. I then moved my left leg around a bit to brace it against the front leg of the couch near the floor, and now felt I could not only stand on either leg, but thrust fore and aft vigorously without falling over. I bent my knees and got aligned with my target, and reached down to grab Orinda just above her waist, with my fingers along her ribs and my thumbs on her back near her kidneys.

The anticipation was incredible, and I stopped with my dick about half an inch from Orinda's dark outer lips, feeling like a primitive conqueror, while the image of red plum fruit and pink bubble gum burned into my brain. I don't care who you are: that right there was definitely some more girlfriend hall of fame material. I bumped the couch again, and Candy, from her upside down position, opened her eyes and looked up in surprise at my cock, which in its current state was making its best possible visual impression on her. 

I pushed it just into Orinda, spreading aside her inner lips and feeling and incredible hotness and wetness. Candy's eyes got huge, probably looking even more so since they were only about six inches away. I heard a new Suzie signal from her: it was almost like the 'female herd envy' signal I knew from envious groups of women at parties: but this was a positive, not a negative feeling. I realized she was anticipating what Orinda was about to get and was not envious of her, but empathetically joyous for her. Candy licked her lips and said breathily, "Oh Fuck, Orinda!"

Precisely! Orinda was tight, but so wet I was soon plunging her fully. She made these funny little noises and pushed back against me very encouragingly. Candy stopped watching and started licking again. It was almost impossible for her to get her tongue on Orinda's clit from this angle, but she was working everything else, including occasionally my balls. Orinda came and that magical mystery pussy grabbed me like a pair of those expensive stainless steel fishing pliers, but I did not even get close to coming. I wasn't channeling John Henry any more - I was John Henry now, and I fucked on. 

Orinda came at least three more times, making more and more noise and sending louder and louder Suzie all the while. The last two Candy just watched and narrated instead of licked. She could not stop talking about how much juice Orinda was dripping. I speculated that Orinda had completely and enthusiastically overcome her fear of males and sperm, and was perhaps a little more trusting of her contraceptives, too. 

A new level of Suzie sprung forth from her, and her gorgeous pussy gripped me with continuously ratcheting strength. "I want to feel you come in me, Robbie! All the way in me and all you can give me!"

Hypothesis confirmed. Candy had her opinion, too. "Give it to her, Robbie. Give her everything you've got!"

John Henry considered it, but he was pretty happy just fucking along on autopilot like he was. Candy slid back towards me until the top of her head was butted right up the arm of the couch, pushed her neck up a little bit, and began to kiss me right between my asshole and my scrotum. Even John Henry couldn't hold out long with that kind of treatment. I then felt a buzz up and down my spine and all the way down into my balls, and then a Suzie blast came out of me like the one I had directed Melanie's 'playmates' at the dorm, except it was loving and caring and focused on Orinda. 

It was like some kind of reflex, or ancient spinal memory, or something else entirely. I thrust myself into Orinda, pulling her to me with both arms so strongly I might have snapped some of her ribs. I pushed with my legs, pushing her shoulders down and up toward the front of the couch and levering myself up and a higher angle for deeper penetration. It felt like my cock expanded inside of her and then it seemed like my soul was shooting out through my cock. Her orgasm and accompanying Suzie reached down into me and gave me a little electric shock, triggering a final spasmodic ejaculation as I pinned her down to the couch and then almost passed out.

I stood up and then sat perched on the armrest of the couch, pretty much out of it. I saw but did not fully comprehend Orinda's pink bubble gum with slash of white inside, and then my view was blocked by Candy's head. I drifted off for a while, then startled awake when I almost fell off the armrest. 

When I focused again, Orinda and Candy were still 69ing and giggling on the couch. My stomach growled, and somehow I put together a thought. My blood sugar must be really low. It felt like I did after I kept running well past 'the wall' on Lavaca Street at the end of my first marathon attempt, and just like I felt in the airplane after punching ponytail. Bob the Knob's energy gels, or those little sugar envelopes! That's what I needed, but I was too dazed and confused to seek them out. 

Then Candy and Orinda stood up, walking gloriously naked over to the refrigerator, and bending over very attractively to look inside. Candy reached down into one of the bottom drawers and rummaged through a paper bag, then grabbed two bottled waters from an upper shelf. Orinda got water and an apple, and then they walked back toward me.

Candy took my hands and put several little brown things into my palm. "Have a Snickers, Robbie. You're just not yourself when you're hungry!" That paper bag must have been her stash of leftover Halloween candy. She held out a bottle of water to me, too.

What an angel of mercy. They were the little bite size ones, small and chewy, but cool and delicious, and I polished off four of the little suckers in no time, followed by half a bottle of water, and began to feel better almost immediately. "Thank you Candy. I really needed that!"

Orinda hugged us both. "Candy, will you take us to bed now?" Candy giggled, and led us into her bedroom. I don't fully remember everything that happened after that. The Snickers bars did revive the brain between my ears, and the girls soon fully revived the brain between my legs. I distinctly remember eating Orinda's wonder pussy for some time, and reveling in her incredible Suzie music as I did so. Candy jumped in and kissed her ass while I took care of the pussy, and Orinda was in her glory for some time. I also fondly remember entering Candy's ass while Orinda ate her pussy, and that was a real hall of fame highlight for me. I also remember laying in an exhausted daze while they continued to get each other off repeatedly.

I woke to find both girls next to me in Candy's bed, looking at me fondly. Candy spoke first. "Good morning sleepy head! You are one funky little male monkey. I think you have dried pussy juice from both of us on your eyebrows, and I know you have dried come on your pubic hair."

I was still a little loopy. "You are both wonderful young ladies and I am proud to have your bodily fluids on my eyebrows!" The both laughed.

"Let's all take a shower and then get a gourmet breakfast!" Candy trilled. Whatever her apartment complex's other shortcomings, it had plenty of hot water, and we used it. We all got thoroughly clean, and well kissed, but I was still short on my normal ass worship duties: maybe more on that later. Orinda and I put our clothes from last night back on and Candy donned a whole new outfit: an orange and white tracksuit thing that really hugged her figure. We followed her across the street, and she headed into the Whataburger.




My Only Talent Ch. 27



"My treat!" she announced. "Austin's finest gourmet breakfast: the incredible bacon, egg, and cheese Taquito!" I had never had one before, but had I always supposed that was some kind of small taco from Ecuador. I was so hungry that anything with bacon sounded fine. 

Orinda laughed. "Candy, you know I love you, baby, but the only way to go here is the Honey Butter Chicken Biscuit!"

Not one to offend either lady, I got one of each. The Taquito was okay, but the hot sauce was not: hot that is. The Honey Butter Chicken Biscuit was just about perfect. There was only chewing at our table for a while. 

Finally Candy spoke up: "Same time tonight, my lovelies?"

Orinda looked at me before answering, and Candy interjected immediately: "What's up with that look?"

Orinda looked shy and embarrassed and pleased all at once, and her Suzie sent contentment tinged with excitement. "Well, Candy, I am promised to be Robbie's pet and he is promised to be my Master for the next two days. I am to go with him to all the Rush parties, and he can do anything to me or ask anything of me he wishes, and I must give myself fully to him. Tonight I am going to learn how to please him best, and if I do well, tomorrow night he will please me."

Candy cut her eyes at me. "Is that true, Robbie, and if so how do I fit in to the plan?"

"Very well, I thought!" I grinned at her. "Tonight, Orinda will learn to go beyond her considerable natural talents and learn to suck my dick just the way I like it!" Candy's eyes got big, and Orinda giggled. "Do you want to audit the same course, or take it for the grade?"

My Suzie receiver came in real handy just then, because Candy's face looked offended, but her Suzie was intrigued. "Does she have to wear a leather suit and crawl on her hands and knees?"

I interjected. "No, she must wear normal clothes, with an imaginary collar and leash underneath. But no bra and no panties allowed!" I went for it. "As will you."

Orinda made a kissing noise at her, and mouthed "yes" silently. Candy smiled. "I promised Jackson I would be at the PIG dinner tonight, but I'll be back at my place before 1:00 AM." Maybe this Rush thing was going to be all right. 

*******

Orinda and I walked back to the dorm. I turned my phone off mute and noticed that a text had come in, from Dr. Graendel. It still seemed weird to call her that. 

"Roberts: start keeping your food and exercise diary again, and change your running routine from MWF to TTS, since we will be lifting and working in the early morning conditioning class at 7 AM MWF. Run only 5 miles from now on, jogging the first ½ mile, and then sprinting one mile and running one until you get to 4.5, with the last ½ mile as a cool down jog."

"Later we will do graduated wind sprints and pacing until you can do 5 full miles at a very fast pace, giving you more aerobic exercise in less time. I know it is a challenge for me, but give yourself up into my hands and in one quick semester, I will mould your upper body into something you can be proud of."

Something fell into place for me: a memory of the last time I had tuned into Saskia's fantasy signals, and a connection between some of them. I would have to try a ping when I saw her three days from now to confirm my suspicions. If they proved true, maybe I could do a little special training for her at the end of the semester, when she was no longer officially my instructor. 

Orinda stumbled on a curb and I reached for her arm to hold her up. She took my hand and kept it as we walked, and then said, "Robbie, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Orinda, but be careful, because I will always tell you the truth, if I can."

"Had you ever been with Candy before last night?"

"No. I kissed her once at a lake party, but that was all."

"Did you know she wanted to be with you, though?"

"Yes. She made that very clear."

"But you did not act on that?"

"Not until last night."

"Why not?" She looked worried.

"It's complicated. It has to do with the two women that you saw me with at that costume party. "

"Go on."

"All I can say is that they are wonderful young ladies and I am proud to call them my friends."

Her face relaxed a little bit. "So you won't tell me about what you do with them, other than to say that?"

"That's right. Nor will I talk about what I do with you to anyone." She smiled.

"So you would not talk about the details of your relationship with them. What about the big picture?"

"I'm not sure what you mean."

She moved her arm from mine to around my waist. "For instance, the tall blond girl that Lizzy Faye saw you with in the laundry room. I know a lot of intimate details about that, but not the big picture. Such as, do you love her?"

I answered without thinking. "Yes." Then I realized I had violated my own code. "I shouldn't have told you that."

She laughed. "Yes you should have, if it's true. And that's not something about her it's about you. I didn't ask if she loved you. Although Lizzy said she was very vocal in saying that she did."

We walked in silence for a while, and then she said, "Does she know about Candy?"

"She has met Candy, and she knows that Candy wanted to sleep with me, but that I didn't, then."

"Will you tell her now? Will you tell her about me?"

"Yes to both."

She looked very thoughtful for a while, and then said "How will she feel about that?"

"Well, she actually thought I should have slept with Candy, as long as she was there, too." I realized I had violated my code again.

"So she is okay with you having other women sometimes?"

"Sometimes."

"And she likes to be with other women, too?"

"Sometimes."

"How about two women with one man, like last night?"

"Sometimes."

We had been moving south along the Drag, and now turned east along 21st. We were almost back to the dorm. Candy seemed to realize she had to ask things a little faster.

"What about one woman and two guys. Would you do that with her?"

"It makes me very uncomfortable."

She sniffed. "Isn't that kind of hypocritical of you?"

"In one sense maybe, but there is a big difference: She gets turned on by other women, and I don't get turned on by other guys."

"So you were born that way, it isn't a decision?"

"I don't think so. Maybe for some people it is, I don't know about them."

"What do you mean?"

"Take for example the ESU campus. There are roughly 50,000 students here, and according to the university, more than half of them are female. Every day when I walk across campus, I see at least a dozen women that make me think 'Wow, she is nice! I wonder what she looks like without all those clothes on. What would it be like to touch her?' It's automatic, it's like a spinal reflex, and it's not a choice. I see several dozen more women that make me think 'I wouldn't kick her out of bed' and that's a reflex too, not a choice. But I have never had that kind of reaction to a guy. I think for some people, the numbers are different: maybe 10 girls to 1 guy, or one to one, or 1 girl to 10 guys. I don't know how I would react if that was the way it was for me." 

"But couldn't you just do her along with another guy, without you doing the other guy too?"

"I'm not sure if I could." I didn't mention that I was going to find out if I could do it in a few Sundays. "If you weren't into girls, would have spent the night with me and Candy just to please me?"

She drew in a big breath and sighed. "Probably not."

I kissed Orinda goodbye and she went up to her room to rest and change, and after I made a quick trip through the late breakfast buffet to charge my batteries, I did the same. I went over today's schedule of visits, all pretty decent frats that had sent me invitations and one sorority who asked me to their 'Special Rush Night Mixer" this evening. That sounded like some wild college days to me. 

Tomorrow was the last day of rush (and of my arrangement with Orinda) topped off by the BOT 'Special Slumber Party. Now isn't that special? I had time for a nap or a run, but my trainer was recommending that I cut back a bit on the distance. I set my alarm to give me enough time to take a shot at the early lunch line before I met Orinda, and then let the gentle fingers of Morpheus caress my cortex. 

*******

Orinda was dressed a little more formally when I met her at the entrance of the dorm, since we were going to a sit down dinner at one of the frats, I suppose. She had on a dark green version of the 'little black dress' that looked amazing, with just a little hint of the same green on her eyelids, and some very high heels. Her eyes sparkled and danced when she smiled at me, and I allowed myself to think that I had supplied some of the mythical 'Vitamin D' that had improved her mood and looks. She kissed me on the cheek sweetly and whispered "No bra and no panties, Master" and then lightly touched my ear with her tongue. What a woman. 

The dinner invitation was from Alpha Nu, one of the frats that Kevin told me was going to make a big push to get me to pledge. As Orinda and I walked westward toward their near West Campus house, just past a row of giant West Campus high density apartment blocks, I reviewed what I knew about them. They had the rep of having parties almost as big as the PIGs, but with less of the GQ fashion and much less expensive booze, but reportedly in much greater quantities, with at least one pledge death by alcohol poisoning in the last few years. One of their themes was 'memories that last a lifetime' but they reportedly were often so wasted that they might not remember anything. The had a lot of engineering and science majors as members, which was a little bit cool, but their average GPA much lower that UDT, which was not so cool. 

Kevin had offered a few more gossip grapevine insights, to wit, "totally white bread upper middle class guys who couldn't get bids to PIG but want their parents to think Alpha Nu is just as cool. They do lots of stuff with the Zetas. The Zeta girls suck dick better than the Alpha Nu guys, but not by much." I had looked at their website, and discovered the Dallas area rush captain was a guy I knew that was one year ahead of me in high school, and a total dipshit. Strike one. 

When we walked into the house, the first guy to speak to us, who had obviously been drinking since well before lunch, ogled Orinda, and got his beer breath right in my face, sounding a bit like that old Notre Dame coach on TV, saying very sloppily "Welcome to AN, where we have the best parties, the finest girls, and the best memories." He was obviously impaired, and unable to judge any of the above. Strike Two. 

The overall rush captain, a guy I didn't know but recognized from the web page, shooed the bozo away and tried to recover the fumble. "Roberts, isn't it? Welcome. I'm Sean Martin. I am so glad you guys could come to dinner with us." He introduced both of us to all the folks around. Ball One. He offered to get Orinda a drink, and actually laid some pretty good bullshit on us. Ball Two. 

A lot of beer was consumed during a respectable waiting period for dinner, wherein two guys hit on Orinda. I could tell her Suzie was offended, not attracted. She gave both of them a really evil look that said 'I was hoping for something further up the food chain' and then smiled at me and blew me a kiss. What a woman. Dinner turned out to be pretty good: steaks and baked potatoes done on their big built-in grills outside, and they had at least four kegs of beer that I saw. 

I had to hunt to find the coolers with Diet Coke in them, passing through a blue clouded knot of cigarette suckers right outside the door. They did not allow smoking in the house, and the joints seem to be confined to an upper deck overlooking the backyard grills. There was one big plus - a make your own ice cream sundae line: my sugar cravings were quieted for a while. 

Perhaps enlivened by the sugar hit, my Suzie receiver began to scan all the girls in range to see what they might be like and how they fit with the Alpha Nu culture. Orinda spotted someone she knew from high school, and motioned to me she was going to go talk to them, so I concentrated even further on my signals reconnaissance mission. I noticed a trend. 

Most of the girls that were hanging on the arms of the Alpha Nu guys were not sending much in the way of Suzie for them, and some of them were actively thinking about other guys they would meet later tonight. I spotted two very nice looking girls with great big engagement rings, sending zero for the guys they were holding onto and smiling at. Maybe if one of the brothers becomes a divorce attorney he will have lots of business in a few years, but he might be on his second or third wife himself. Strike Three.

Orinda came back over to me and whispered in my ear "When can we leave here?" She had read my mind.

We walked a little north to drop in at Chi Omega Chi sorority. I still not exactly sure why they had invited me, but what the heck? All I learned from their web page was that all the girls they put on the web page were great looking, went to school at ESU, and wanted to make the world a better place. They put more pictures on their webpage than all the other sororities combined, and judging from the pictures, they redecorated their house with a new party theme about every other week. 

They were mostly business majors, which meant they had good grades and high SAT scores to get in at ESU to that highly sought after program. They were all good looking enough to be the face of corporate communications, or do the six o clock news, that was for sure. My invite turned out to be a 'stealth recruitment' effort by Sigma Mu Delta, one of the frats that Kevin said was after me, but had not actually invited me to anything during Rush. 

Kevin, as usual, had some info from the Greek Grapevine. They were really two sororities in one: sweet girls by day and man-eaters by night. Most of them had an official 'college' public boyfriend they went to football games and parties with and an unofficial 'townie' boyfriend that they never introduced to anyone on campus. The townies got all the pussy. I was reminded of the 'religious' college girls from Baylor and Trinity that came to Austin to party with people who didn't know their real names. When it came to sorority politics, it was all 'take no prisoners, mean girls rule'. Perhaps another good group for future divorce lawyers to know. 

They had a very nice and well kept house, and by far the best appetizers I had seen at any Greek event. The first thing I noticed was that they were even better looking in person than in their pictures, which was very nice. The second thing I noticed was that the vast majority of them were smokers, heavy smokers, and they smelled like it, which was not very nice. The first girl to greet us was Missy Manginoochi, a sophomore fashion major from the Woodlands near Houston. She looked like a virginal valedictorian that went to Sunday school three nights a week, but her Suzie was sending stuff just this side of a Melanie meltdown. When I introduced Orinda and then myself, she paused and waved at a tall and pale blonde guy who was schmoozing another group of freshman looking guys. 

It took him a few minutes to work his way over to us, and in the meantime, Missy made it clear she knew exactly who I was, and if she hadn't actually been at the Halloween or 'Addicted to Austin' parties, she had certainly heard a lot about them. She turned a dazzling, if slightly yellowed smile on Orinda, and said "Were you one of the girls who got to dance at the 'addicted to' party?"

Orinda smiled. "No, I was at the UDP Halloween party, though. Would you like to have danced naked on TV? Would you let the Master have his way with you?"

Missy's Suzie vibrated through my forebrain like a jackhammer, even though no one else apparently noticed. She not only wanted to dance naked on TV, she wanted to be sure everyone in the world had her tuned in on a high definition monitor. She smiled shyly, a look she may have had to practice in front of a mirror. "I don't know if I could actually bring myself to do it, but it would have been an exciting memory." 

Missy's event recorder was full of a lot of exciting memories that involved a great many people having their way with her, and she seemed to have to get more and more daring and risky to keep the excitement coming, so to speak. A few of the parties she had enjoyed totally exceeded Suzanne's wildest fantasies, and would have sent even the Amazing Pliskin running away screaming. I considered Missy a very high risk, very low return kind of girl.

She gave me a smoking look, very authentic considering she smelled like my old teacher Miss Kuratko. "So, Robbie, are you into leather?"

"Sometimes."

The blonde guy arrived. He was, unsurprisingly, the rush captain of Sigma Mu Delta, one Peyton "Kato" Kaelin, who up close looked so pretty I was convinced he was actually wearing makeup. Strike One. Two things became clear: He and Missy were 'dating' and she sent no Suzie for him nor did she have any exciting memories of him in her event recorder. She quickly re-adopted the virgin valedictorian persona and he seemed to be buying it all the way. 

Peyton was dressed up PIG style or maybe even a little beyond, in a light grey and blue patterned double-breasted slim cut suit with a pink shirt and pink pocket square and a powder blue tie that matched his eyes, in penny loafers with no socks. I am not even sure what that was supposed to convey. He might have been a fashion major, too. I tried hard to read his signals, and found, perhaps not happily, that I was getting much better at recognizing and deciphering male 'Suzies' or whatever I should call them.

First the good news: he was not sending for me. Next, maybe good news for him, he was not sending for Missy either, which could have been either a penchant for staying in sick relationships or good judgment, but probably not both. Finally, he was sending enthusiastically for Orinda, which boded well for him in the long run. Orinda had no interest in either one of them. 

As we made small talk, and he began to introduce his selling points for Sigma Mu Delta, I formed a theory: all of these people were behaving like they were being videotaped as an audition for some kind of reality show. They were all trying way too hard to convince themselves and others that they were having a really good time. Strike Two. Strike Three. I realized another vibe: most of the PNM's that were here desperate to get a bid, any bid.

Kevin had explained the usual Greek sales strategy during Rush, especially the abbreviated three day Spring Rush. The first night it was all "love and happiness" like the line from the smooth old song. Everyone was a buddy, and greeted warmly, like everyone was taking ecstasy. All the PNMs were meant to feel included and wanted. The second day was for feeling out prime targets and deciding if they should be given a bid, and introducing the idea of selectivity and potential exclusion. 

It was like in football recruiting, the coaches didn't want to give anyone an early offer unless they were sure it would be immediately accepted. There was a feeling of momentum, and PNMs should feel a foregone conclusion that they wanted to pledge somewhere they needed to get on board soon. The third and final day was about elimination: PNMs figured out they might not get a bid, and were meant to fear exclusion and rejection, so in the final hours, they would take any bid. 

Here, timing was everything - if you didn't get an early bid from the top four, how low should you go to make sure you got accepted. The lower tier frats had to close hard at the end, or adopt a strategy to offer lots of geeks (especially if they had a 4.0 GPA) to go Greek and then cull them if they prove to be too un-cool and/or the frat's overall mean GPA was up and you could turn in a good grade report before you dropped them from your rolls. 




My Only Talent Ch. 27



We headed for our third and final formal invitation for the evening: the "Tri-Phi's" or more formally Phi Phi Phi. I had done some research on them, and had a favorable first impression. They seemed to be not as ritzy as the PIGs, but they were a lot more 'establishment' than UDP. They had even more rich and famous alums than either PIG or UDP, and my dad would probably give them a great grade for 'networking potential'. 

Judging from the pictures, there were some 'rich kids' who were not good looking and/or well dressed enough to get a bid to PIG (a category if would surely be in if they didn't have a hint of my talent). The party pictures featured some nice looking girls and a lot of drinking and dancing, and lots of pictures of white guys either doing Karaoke, standup comedy, or trying to rap. I knew a few guys from the old neighborhood who were on the website, and they were okay as far as I remembered. Most of the members had stated career goals to be MBAs or CPAs, or maybe both, which seemed a little out or character with the hard partying image otherwise portrayed. 

The gospel according to Kevin called them Phi Phi Pho Phum, and said they were high pressure recruiters, and had a lot of turnover with guys leaving the frat in their sophomore or junior years, and thus a shortage of seniors on their rolls. This also had the effect of significantly depressing their average GPA, keeping them on the borderline with the University guidelines. I knew they only had to have 2.5 out of 4.0 to keep the University happy, so being on that borderline was not good. 

He said they had a lot of members who had to finish high school at boarding school somewhere, and in related news, the frat had some of the best dope in Austin. They were also known far and wide for having large numbers of very slutty 'house girls'. How could they possibly be any sluttier than the Chi Omega Chi girls? I made a mental note to check that situation out personally.

When we arrived, my first impressions were actually pretty good. The guys all snapped to attention when they spotted Orinda, but they were polite about it. Nobody was obviously wasted like at Alpha Nu, even though it was now later in the evening. They all had pretty good bullshit too, and I recognized a couple of guys from some of my classes that I had no idea were in Tri Phi. The house was nice but not too fancy, and in a very nice location, closer to campus than UDP but not as close as Millie's Bi Phi house, which was just south of campus. 

There was a pretty nice band playing and a well laid out dance floor with five or six couples dancing and looking good. Orinda wanted to dance and we enjoyed the music and motion for a while. These guys were starting to look like real competition for UDP. The Rush Captain, who had the unfortunate nickname of Gomer, and his date, Giselle something, came up and introduced themselves to us and suggested we go outside away from the noise and they got punch and I found a Diet Coke. 

It was cool out, but not really cold, and the music still sounded good in the backyard of the house and the area around the pool was very nice. Giselle proposed that she take Orinda around and introduce her to the girlfriends of the officers of the frat and some of the 'Big Sisters', while Gomer took me up to 'member country', i.e., the upstairs of the house.

I gave Orinda a little kiss and we went our separate ways, promising to meet up back at the dance floor no later than 12:30 PM, both of us sharing a smile at the prospect of walking northeast to Candy's place for our 1:00 AM date. Gomer gave me a conspiratorial grin as he watched Orinda and Giselle walk away. "Wow, Roberts. You may not even need to be in a frat if you can get girls like that as a freshman!" I made some complementary comment about Giselle. "She's a trooper." He replied, and led the way up the stairs. The atmosphere changed, and not subtly. We entered a long hallway where most of the connecting bedroom doors were open. 

"So, Roberts, about that Diet Coke thing: you don't drink at all?"

"It doesn't affect me like most people. I don't get drunk, I just get sleepy. It's more fun to stay awake."

He seemed to be considering this, but not fully accepting it. "What about weed?"

"Same sleepy effect, plus it irritates my throat and lungs, too. I have the munchies all the time even without it. "

"Coke?"

"Makes me sneeze and my nose run."

"E?"

"I'm too worried about how it's made and what else is in it."

"Then what does get you high, Roberts?"

"Running sometimes does." His expression remained frozen: he was not into running.

I gave him my best conspiratorial grin. "And always, women", I intoned. He smiled: we had finally reached a point of agreement. 

We walked to the other end of the hallway to a large room with two big couches and a bed that was about the size of two regular king-sized beds put together, and lit only by a black light. There were fluorescing posters in the walls, and a low and lilting kind of eastern music with a pounding beat. As my eyes adjusted, I also noted that there were girls on the couches, but not on the bed. Those girls were sending Suzie, an edgy and predatory generic 'woman sending for man' variety that made me tune in closer. I realized that they were waiting for their natural prey to arrive. Maybe it was the ice cream sundae bar from earlier that had my blood sugar optimized or my 'Suzie Sense' was continuing to develop, but I got the impression that they took no joy in their predation; but rather that they were just trying to survive. 

Gomer smiled a crooked smile. "This is our pledge palace, reserved for the new members who pledge during Spring Rush. Our house girls just go crazy over new members, literally and figuratively." He chuckled at his own turn of phrase. "In fact, our house girls are totally devoted to our members!" Another chuckle. "They will do anything our members want."

"So these aren't your 'Big Sisters'?"

"Oh no! The Big Sisters are in sororities and stay downstairs and appear in pictures we publish on the web page. These house girls are independents who stay upstairs, and appear in pictures we circulate privately, or not at all."

A group of guys came up the stairs, laughing and jostling each other, and smelling strongly of booze. The door to the room next to the 'pledge palace' opened up, and I could see some sort of super high tech bong set upon a card table, hooked up with several hoses that went up through the ceiling. The group went in, and Gomer urged me to follow them. One of them spoke up, sounding like a radio announcer: "Rush Captain, I present Brownwood Texas's own Clement Edwards, a legacy PMN who has accepted his bid to pledge Tri Phi. He will henceforth be known upstairs as "Ed the Head."

Ed was a short and plump with thick glasses, bushy unkempt hair and a very red face and vacant expression that made it clear he was already three sheets to the wind. Gomer whispered to explain that this kid's older half brother, known as "Prince" Edwards, had been a major ESU jock and former Prez of the Tri-Phi's, so young Clement got an automatic legacy bid, implying that otherwise he would not have been Tri-Phi material. He also explained that each member got an "upstairs party name" that was to be used only by other Tri Phi's. I seemed to remember that big brother Prince Edwards had been indicted a few years ago in some sort of bribery scheme involving bid rigging of contracts for the state lottery. 

The group sat "Ed the Head" down in a folding chair at the card table, and Gomer produced a metal cookie tin, which he opened with a flourish and showed Ed the contents. I looked over his shoulder into the tin, which did not have cookies inside at all, but some little light brown squares that looked a bit like smaller than bite sized milk chocolate pieces, except that each one had a blue dot in the middle of it. 

Gomer loaded one of them into the business end of the bong, handed Ed a lighter, and explained that he should light up the edges first, and smoke the little blue dot last. When Ed fired it up I smelled a sort of dank and exaggerated version of the pot smell that permeated some of the dorm hallways on nights and weekends. Gomer explained that this was primo hashish, and the little blue dot in the middle was opium, to provide the 'final blast'. The smoke that emerged from "Ed the Head" was gathered up by the pipes, and seemed to be mostly carried up to the roof, presumably to be exhausted up into the night sky in a relatively stealthy fashion. 

By the time Ed finished the little square and then the blue dot, he had a crazed expression on his face that made his previous visage look alert and scholarly by comparison. They all cheered, slapped him on the back, and stood him up and steered him towards the pledge palace.

The girls inside greeted Ed warmly, pushed him onto the bed, and began to paw him and dance around him. I remembered reading that the most potent hashish usually came from Afghanistan, where lately production was way up, and a big percentage of the profits helped finance the Taliban. The girls seemed to act just like the regular dancers at Babe's Club in Dallas, but they were younger, slightly better looking, and had larger and more artistic tattoos. Ed got a lap dance from all of them, but then, unlike at Babe's, the girls stripped quickly and encouraged Ed to kiss them all over. He did, sloppily. 

Gomer leaned into me, thinking he was closing me: "Just another typical weekend at our fabulous house, Robbie, with the best dope and the hottest house girls on campus!" I just stood there. As each girl finished her turn with Ed, Gomer put some white powder from a little vial in his pocket on a little silver spoon, and let the girl sniff it into her nostrils. Once again he spoke to me conspiratorially: "That's what we Tri-Phi's call a grind and bump, rather than bump and grind!" He thought I was digging it. I was not. Strike Three.

I slapped Gomer on the back. "I gotta go walk my date home, buddy! I might come back later!" I might not. 

He smiled and served himself again from the spoon. "We party until dawn!" Ed the Head, Tri-Phi's latest illustrious pledge and future world leader, was getting a hand job from one of the house girls. Best day of his life, probably.

I was early getting back to the dance floor, and Orinda was already waiting for me, looking anxious and impatient with me already. "Am I late?"

"You should have been earlier! Those girls give me the creeps."

"How so?"

"They basically sit around the table and do lines of coke, and gossip about how the pledges will get to fuck the house girls, and which pledge do they think would be the best fuck, and who the girlfriends and Big Sisters might get to fuck them on the side, or who they have now to do that, because their boyfriends are too wasted to make it with them most of the time. They don't respect their boyfriends, they don't even like them very much, but they still want to get engaged to them and marry them! I don't get it!"

"They won't either, Orinda, although they all think they will."

We took off for Candy's, walking briskly, going north to get to 24th and then east and then back north on Guadeloupe. Orinda shook her hair out, and sniffed me. "What's that smell on your clothes? Have you been smoking dope?"

"No, but everyone else upstairs was. Hashish with opium, in this big ass bong with an exhaust chimney through the roof, literally."

"It smells weird; I wish I could take shower to get these smell of that place off of me before we get to Candy's. We're early, aren't we? Let's go back to the dorm and take a shower."

That wasn't a bad idea, but: "I'd rather get to Candy's a little early. Maybe she will take a shower with us?"

She laughed out loud. "Okay, better idea." She put her hand on my waist and tickled my ribs. "Is this the night where you teach me to suck cock?" Tickle. "Do you teach Candy too?" Tickle. "Separately or together?" Tickle, tickle. "Can I take the advanced placement test?" Tickle. What a delightful young lady.

When we knocked on her door, Candy was waiting for us, and was as glad to see us a little early. She had just emerged from the shower, and she instantly noticed that we smelled weird. She came into the bathroom with us to talk while Orinda and I washed each other off, and shampooed each other's hair. We soon smelled and felt a lot better.

"So how were the parties?"

Orinda laughed. "A little creepy at the last place: we both wanted to leave early to see you!" That earned her a kiss from Candy, and then she continued, "This is our big night when Robbie teaches us to suck cock! Are you ready?"

Candy gave me a 'spitfire' look. "I was born ready, honey! Robbie do you really think you can teach me anything?" We were drying off and she was leading us to the bedroom. I wanted to impress on them the great importance of this subject, and the power and responsibility that was about to accrue to them. I was very proud of my training regimen, which had been pioneered with Lara and Millie and perfected on Erminia. 

It was guaranteed to teach a woman how to quickly be world class fellatrix, and in the process learn to concentrate on her partner and forget completely about pleasing herself, the first step in reaching complete sexual mastery. I decided to crib from Professor Lillehammer's first lecture in my Engineering 101 class, where he impressed upon us the incredible power of the knowledge we were about to be given - the power to perform feats that the common man could not, and could likely not even comprehend. At least that was the gospel of engineering according to Lillehammer. 

"Girls, I am going to share with you some of the most powerful sexual knowledge in the world. It not only has the power to cloud men's minds, but in some cases to control them or drive them insane. The techniques I am going to impart to you are dangerous, so much so that if you use them on a weak minded or weak willed man, they may be driven to criminal behavior to try to get you to do it to them again. You must not use this knowledge in casual relationships, but only with men you trust and respect. It is to some extent self limiting, in that you will not be able to do it properly to a man you do not respect and genuinely want to please. "

Orinda tilted her head and said, "Why are you speaking with a Norwegian accent?"

I detected a little mischievous Suzie signal from Candy. "Are you sure we should use them on you?"

"Yes, because I have determined that you are both women of fine underlying character, and worthy to receive the boon I am about to give you!" I hope they were buying my tone.

Orinda still looked suspicious. "So you are saying you are doing us a favor to let us learn how best to blow you?"

I tried to look my most sincere. "You have no idea how big a favor!"

They both chuckled. "OK, Master, lay it on us!"

"First, get out of those clothes and get me two bandanas, or something else to use as blindfolds, and both of you put your hair up in pigtails and get on your knees. The first part of the training is totally experiential; you must undergo it yourself and not watch how the other one handles it before you do it. In the first stage of the training you will be pleasing me maximally without any initial training on what I like best."

"How is that possible?" Candy asked.

I glared at her. "Oh! I mean, how is that possible, uh, Master?"

"That's better. It is possible because I'm just going to fuck your mouth the way that pleases me best. You won't have to think about my pleasure this first time; I'll take care of it. You will have four goals. First, to manage to breathe well enough through your nose to stay conscious and second, to learn to anticipate my motions and adapt to them, so you are getting your mouth and throat in the correct position for me, and I don't have to use so much force to get you where I want you or to cause you any real injury. Quickly learn to suppress your gag reflexes when my cock enters your lovely throat - vomiting really spoils the mood. Finally, when I ejaculate, you must find a way to suck me dry and swallow every drop, even while my cock is buried all the way down your throat, while still managing to breathe through your nose."

Orinda piped up. "Jeesh you don't want much do you, boy!" Candy kicked her. "Oh, I mean how will I ever be able to do all that well enough to please you, Oh Supreme Master?" Even Candy snickered at that. 

"Practice makes perfect." By this time they had both put their hair up in very pretty pigtails and had blindfolded each other. I stood in front of Candy and gently caressed her cheeks. "You are so pretty, Candy, and that's what makes me want to fuck your lovely throat!"

I grabbed her pigtails and put my now fully erect dick in her mouth. I clearly was getting better at reading Suzies, and I found that instead of just tuning them out completely like when I first developed the technique, I could now selectively ignore the signals from their negative feelings, which the girls would have to learn to stop on their own, and the feelings of excitement and later sexual power that they would develop. Candy's signals were a revelation. 

She liked having her head held and controlled, but she was also terrified about not being able to breathe. I limited my penetration to her mouth for now, establishing a steady rhythm so she could anticipate my motions and time her breathing successfully. As soon as she realized she could get enough air through her nose, she relaxed and her excitement increased. I began pushing increasingly deeper and deeper into her mouth, listening carefully for the little signals that would tell me what she liked and didn't like. Meanwhile, I also tried to concentrate on making her whole head go where it pleased me the most. 

I glanced over at Orinda. Despite being blindfolded, she was totally alert, tilting her head up slightly and back and forth like a dog listening to a new noise. Her nostrils flared with each little gulping noise that Candy made, and she would occasionally lick her lips and swallow. What a woman.

I felt Candy's throat relax, and detected a little signal of enjoyment. I pushed in a little further, just beginning to reach all the way past the base of her tongue and down into her throat. She was nervous at first, but very successful at anticipating my thrusts and suppressing her gag reflex. After ten or so thrusts in and back out, I pushed in a little further and stopped, just holding still with about 1" of me in her throat. 

She gulped three quick breaths of air through her nostrils while I held still and I enjoyed the resulting motions of her lips and mouth around my cock, then her throat relaxed a little more when she realized she could handle it okay and still breathe. Then a miraculous and clear Suzie emerged: it was turning her on! I let out a little groan of pleasure, giving her positive feedback for her excitement. 

Then, of course, I recalled my duty to educate her further, so I put another inch of my cock down her throat. She adjusted quickly, and soon was breathing with no problems, and then her Suzie said she kinda dug it. I just kept repeating my little routine, and she settled in and actually began to give me a little tongue on my way back up, so it was time for another pleased little groan and thus more positive feedback. Pretty soon I was bottoming out with my cock all the way down her throat. It felt fantastic and she was really beginning to like it too. Then my Suzie receiver gave me perhaps more information than I wanted: she was beginning to wish I had a little more length to give her. Time to change the subject!

I tilted her head up a little more and got up on my tiptoes and began to go for maximum depth and sideways friction so I could get off relatively quickly. I moved my grip from her pigtails to her skull and really got into it. Maybe I should pledge Bi Kappa Sig, or at least get the tee shirt? She had a little trouble adjusting to the faster pace, which not only gave me more friction and stimulation, but led to the occasional scrape of her teeth on me, and soon set me off. Sunshine of my love, baby! 




My Only Talent Ch. 27



She almost gagged, but stopped herself. I felt her throat muscles spasm around me while I came in her throat, but she really was not able to generate any real suction on me. Perhaps we can work on that in her next lesson. I pulled back out until only the head of my cock was in her mouth, and recalled her previous skills from last night as she sucked hard on me, hollowing her lovely cheeks and dredging up all I had left and swallowing the last little bit. The incredible Candy: she may water ski down my dick anytime.

When I finally let her head go and pulled all the way out of her mouth, she gasped and drew in a huge loud breath. "That was down dirty and nasty, Robbie! I liked it. Not at first, but by the end, especially the end." What a woman. "Is it Orinda's turn now? Since I went first, can I watch her get face fucked, Master?" She took off her blindfold, and I did not correct her. 

Orinda turned out to be a natural. She gagged and fought at first, but then we settled into a rhythm, and she then had no trouble breathing at all. Candy's eyes got huge as she watched Orinda, and then a popping Suzie emerged from her, doing that empathetic sensuality bit again. She would occasionally lean in for a closer look, or touch Orinda's shoulder or my leg tenderly. 

Orinda seemed to have a talent for relaxing her throat just enough to avoid any difficulties on her part, whilst maximizing the sensations on my part. She was just naturally fantastic. She would move slightly left or right, giving me a little thrill each time, and occasionally twist her head or put her teeth or tongue on me on my way out. When I finally shot, she managed some suction even when I was maximum depth, then Hoovered me strongly on the way up, stopping me and sucking her cheeks hollow, then smacking her lips. I took off her blindfold and saw a giant smile and beaming bright eyes, and I was transported back to a time to when I imagined a younger Orinda won at some game or contest. I just basked in that smile for a while, and Candy's next to it. 

Both girls were radiating excited Suzies, and the mood in the room was incredible. I tried once again to channel Professor Lillehammer. "OK, class pretty good for first timers! Let's take a brief water break, and then you will begin to learn things that will forever change your relationships with men, should you choose to use them. They both got bottles of water, and I downed two, figuring I needed immediate fluid replacement in order to function well for the rest of the evenings lessons. Duty, you see.  

We all took a brief bathroom break, and did one more 'experience' for each girl, and I was concerned I was already getting dehydrated. Then we sat together on the couch and I recalled Professor Lillehammer talking about the practice of engineering, and tried to adapt his lecture to my subject. "You both understand the basic theory, and now we will move to practical considerations. First, you both seem to have no trouble with swallowing, and that's important. No guy want to come 'out in the cold' so to speak, he wants to feel accepted and be sheltered and warmed."

Candy raised her hand: I guess she was really into the classroom metaphor. "Why do all the porn films always show guys who want to come all over a girl's face or hair? It seems like every one of them ends that way! And the girls all say stuff like 'gimme that load' and 'shoot all over my face, baby!' What's up with that?"

There are certainly pros and cons to having girls watch more and more porn, which they certainly do these days. I tried to explain: "Those girls aren't doing that to please the guy in the movie, but playing to the audience. That's why they always come out in the open: so the camera can see it."

"That's where the term 'money shot' comes from: guys who buy porn pay for seeing that, and they won't pay if they don't get to see that. And the positions they use in those films are not necessarily the ones that feel best for the guy or the girl, they are often the ones that give the camera the best view." 

"For example, you both have lovely faces, but I don't really want to come all over your face. I would rather come inside your pretty mouth, and have you look me right in the eye as it happens. There are some important techniques which you are about to learn. Have you ever heard a chef say that 'the presentation is just as important as the preparation?' Well, that's certainly true of blowjobs. Let's do an exercise that will 'bring home' this point, so to speak..."

*******

Professor Auguste F.I. Haubenfelter was literally spitting mad for three entire days. That bitch, selling him on the world's most wonderful possible pussy, and then delivering only piss! He realized his fever was finally beginning to break a little when he thought to himself that he had never been so pissed in his life, and then laughed at his own brilliant joke. He then knew that his incredible intellect and sense of humor could get him through any difficulty, and his soaring faith in his own superiority was reinforced even further. 

He had realized two things, though, that kind of shook him. First, his little piss surprise turned him on a bit; although he was loathe to admit it. Wasn't he the one that had been worried that his new super hot Mistress would succumb to his wonderfulness like the previous ones, and lose her ability to humiliate and dominate him? He now knew there had never been any danger of that. If that kind of humiliation was part of the bargain to actually gain access to all her charms, he would probably have gone for it. 

Second, she must have really not respected him; otherwise she would not have been able to do that to him. That left the very difficult question: by what kind of incredibly twisted logic could she have possibly ended up not respecting him? He also recognized tangentially another problem, in that the attacks on his brilliant theories were becoming more frequent in the academic but especially the popular press. Twisted logic must be contagious. 

Then her sarcastic tone as she was questioning him about his theories finally hit home. She was actually making fun of him! Surely she couldn't be so naive as to think he should not have formed his conclusions before amassing his data. That was so 19th century of her, and he was part of the modern intellectual elite and New World Order. She also thought less of him for using metadata instead of doing his own primary research, and that was not a fair criticism either! 

It would have taken him decades to compile a really meaningful data set, and he wanted tenure right away. Plus the nature of economics itself often made it impossible to do real experiments; his genius was in interpreting the data he could find. In fact, it was very noble of him to move forward in the way he did, because the popularity of his ideas among the ruling class of politicians may soon give him the political power to run some actual experiments! 

It wasn't fair of his critics to accuse him of manipulating the data, either. There may have been a few little errors in his arithmetic, but his overall process was a good faith effort, and the errors hadn't lead him astray, rather they only reinforced his correct conclusions. Truth to tell, he had chosen his datasets very carefully, and there were none that he thought could fail to arrive at the results he wanted, or he would not have included them.

Some evil racist capitalists were actually suggesting that all his datasets should be made public, even the ones he choose to exclude from his studies, so others could attempt to recreate his results. Foolish consistency is truly the hobgoblin of small minds, which all his critics certainly had. That's why they weren't part of the in crowd, like he was. One particularly smarmy conservative critic even said his latest book was so popular with liberals that it was considered 'faked, but accurate'. 

If they actually succeeded in showing that crunching all the data resulted in not supporting his conclusions, his career path would be derailed. He owed it to the poor people who were suffering under the so called 'free market' economies to protect his high status and get his ideas implemented so he could help those poor people, as only he could. Plus, he had his eye on a really nice weekend place in the south of France, so he could escape the crowds of Paris and let his thoughts soar, for the benefit of all mankind, of course. 

Then a thought occurred to him, one that scared him a bit. What if he dredged up all that data and did the analysis on it himself? If it turned out to still support his conclusions even when complete and accurately processed, his position would then be unassailable. If there actually were problems, wouldn't it be better for him to know about them first? He was fairly sure he could find a way to make it come out the way he wanted and still appear accurate. Or at least divert attention from the issues. He could even get more grants and funding for this extended analysis! 

His biggest problem with this new approach would be the powerful politicians that were his current supporters - they would not want to open this can of worms at all. In their world, strict denial of anything that did not support their narrative was the best tactic. To them, factual correctness on some policy issue was not worth spending money on, when you could instead spend it on PR to drown out the opponents' arguments. They would spend almost any amount to ensure that they had all the facts when it came to opposition research, though, and he did not want to be their target for that kind of thing. Therefore he would keep all this under his hat until he knew how it turned out.

Suddenly a new goal occurred to him, and he got a major (for him) erection! He would process the data perfectly, such that even his strict almost Mistress would be proud of his rigorous analysis, and if it supported his conclusions, he would publish it far and wide, with all the supporting data bravely revealed. She would be so impressed that she would seek him out once again, and excite him through her incredible skill as a Dominatrix, and then actually let him have her pussy the way he wanted it. If she made him her little piss boy occasionally, that would be okay too!

*******

Candy and Orinda continued to astound me with their natural talents, and their learning curves were steep and sure, adding mountainously tall and wonderful techniques to their repertoires with only a few minutes of practice, rather than hours of drill. They had two very different but charming facial expressions when they finally conquered me with their lips and made me shoot for them. Candy's was smiling, but with a bit of a challenge that said 'you can't resist me, you know' and I knew I could not. Orinda, on the other hand, or mouth, or whatever had an expression that matched her raspy and newly powerful Suzie signals, saying 'I own your cock, boy, and you will give it up for me at just the instant I want you to.' I certainly wanted to, and I certainly did.

I settled in with them on the bed, all of us sleepy but still with an excited buzz, and I wanted to give them one final bit of advice. "You two are now some of the most powerful sex goddesses in Texas, so you have to be careful. The average guy, if you do even a quarter of this stuff to him, will follow you around like a puppy for the rest of his life. So don't do things to someone you don't want to 'imprint' with your charm. You are now so technically talented that even if you were horribly ugly, you can make them feel so good they would never care, and want you every night and every day. Given that you are both hotter than a depot stove, it will be even worse!" I knew I was fading fast from all those ejaculations, and arranged a pillow under my head so I could watch what I predicted was going to be a series very juicy and frantic embraces, given the way were they were looking at each other.

Orinda smiled at me, and then sparked a challenging Suzie. "So we pleased you Master?"

"You have both proved worthy of my attentions tomorrow night."

They both laughed, and then I realized they had misunderstood my promise to them, as Orinda said 'So tomorrow night, you have to do whatever we want!"

I shook my head, and they got angry expressions on their faces. "Not at all", I said. "That was never the idea. I promised to do what pleases you best. Not what you think will get you off, or what you tell me you want, but what really will please you the best. There may be some overlap, of course. But I will do what I know will get you off the best!"

The both look worried, and I realized their Suzies were betraying two things. First, clear images what they thought they wanted but have never had, including some of my favorite training activities, and some other stuff that they never, ever thought they wanted that I might be referring to. It made them both uncertain and hot. But they soon demonstrated that they already 

knew many ways to get each other off, ways that I never could have kept up with. I lay there in a half sleeping state and felt a series of their orgasmic Suzie signals wash over me. I never realized you could fuck someone that hard without a dick, and I might never look at a pair of scissors the same way again. One time when I did wake up a little bit they both smiled and then held my hand, so I felt sort of included.

*******

Orinda and I skipped the gourmet breakfast at Whataburger, and left Candy sleeping in a jumble of sheets as we made our way back to the dorm for early breakfast. We had time for a quick shower in our respective rooms, and then both of us showed up in just jeans and tee shirts to go through the line. I was starving and thirsty and she was too. We sat a table near a corner window, and she leaned over a whispered in my ear "I wonder if people can tell from the way I look that I have been sucking your cock all night?"

I sputtered and then said "I sure hope so! It would improve my reputation a thousand fold!"

"Your reputation doesn't need any improvement, Robbie. In fact, you should probably be doing a little counter PR campaign to reduce your profile." She looked around with hooded eyes, and then said "I haven't seen Nora yet this semester, have you?"

I did not know that Orinda knew Nora, although since they both lived in this dorm all last semester, and both seemed to be early risers, I guess I should not be surprised. "She won't be back in town until the night before classes start. And she's not living in the dorm anymore; she is in one of the co-ops for her final semester."

"That's right. She was hoping they would let her cook."

"They'd have to be crazy not to. That girl can cook. This is her last semester at ESU. She is going to graduate school next fall, but not here."

"What's her degree in?"

"She is going to get three undergraduate degrees: math, business, and economics. Last I heard she could choose between B-school at Harvard, Stanford, or go for a PhD at the London School."

"Wow. I figured she was hot stuff, academically speaking. You know she is crazy about you, don't you?"

"Well, we are friends."

"No you are not. You and I are friends with benefits, for one more day only. But you are all she ever talks about, especially that Thanksgiving that she spent with your family. She already fell for your whole damn family, fool. You've got some skills, boy. If you ever sleep with her, she will fall hopelessly in love with you. Tread carefully, Robbie."

We agreed to meet at 2:00 PM for two more drop in invitations at frats, then we were going to the 'Chapter Dinner' at the UDP house. If I was going to pledge anywhere, that would be it. I would decide between now and then. I explained to Orinda about the 'slumber party' at the BOT house, and she said she would go to Candy's after the UDP dinner and then I could join them whenever I could get away, and not to worry because they would be fine without me. That's precisely what worried me.

*******

Saskia unloaded her stuff in the cool and still early Austin morning, glad to be back at the job she used to love, but filled with dread as to what academic and administrative torture Arturia Colorado might devise for her this term. The Brown Bear had already made her rewrite her own stuff three times and even she could not find anything to criticize about it now. 

Saskia had also done a masterful job of re-working two papers from data gathered by another departed post doc that Arturia had almost driven to suicide, and they were ready for submission to the journals - the first things Arturia had a chance to have published in years, and in respected journals she had never appeared in before. She would, of course, be listed as the principal author, even though she had done absolutely nothing for the work save administer the grants and torture the actual researcher, but at least Saskia would be on the papers as a co-author. Hopefully. 

She found a note from Duke Knorr on her desk, and then noticed that his desk was all cleared out. He had gotten on as an RA with Bob the Knob at UCSD. He had just left - they might have passed each other on I-10 as he wended his way west. She felt a twinge of envy, and then crushing sadness as she realized having Duke as a 'co-prisoner' had somehow made things seem more bearable. 

This semester would be a test of one of her dad's favorite sayings "That which does not kill me makes me stronger" Her dad was a high school football coach and he attributed the quote to Ray Nitschke, the linebacker, not Friedrich Nietzsche, the philosopher. Probably works okay in that context too - she wouldn't mind suiting up and catching Arturia Colorado coming across the middle for a pass thrown a little high! 

*******

The two drop in visits to other frats turned out to be completely perfunctory, except that I met two more guys that I used to know in junior high, and was a little taken aback to realize they knew all about me and I didn't even know they had come to school at ESU. Orinda left a sting of broken hearts in her wake - she looked even better today than yesterday - she just glowed with magic. Maybe I could take some credit for supplying the Vitamin D, but I think I was just helping to reveal her true beauty.  

By Monday, she would have at least ten potential new boyfriends, and perhaps be a fashion model, and I had just learned that she certainly did not intend our 'benefits' to continue after tonight's training. Oh well, I could just keep telling myself that "she is a wonderful young lady and I am proud to call her my friend." Plus if any of the new boyfriends hurt her, I would make them disappear in the night. At least I was certain to have much better memories of her than that 'smooth' former boyfriend. 

We got to UDP a little early, and I realized that going back into the UDP house almost felt like coming home, and I knew then and there that I would pledge. They had only two new spring pledges, as they had gotten very serious about academic qualifications, so I would make the third. It used to be that anyone who got into ESU had good enough grades and scores to be almost certain to make a 2.5 GPA, but these days UDP wanted a 3.0 or better from every individual, and there were a lot more distractions and better dope on campus than in years past. 

There were also about 5,000 more females than males on campus these days, and people were not too far off in saying that any guy that was not horribly disfigured and openly gay was going to get a lot of female attention and opportunities for even greater distraction. The house looked good, with people moving around and in conversation groups. 

The menu board at the entrance to the dining room advertised fried chicken, corn on the cob, broccoli and cauliflower casserole, and Blue Bell ice cream. I just knew it was a great idea to pledge, and I made a note to see about living in the house next fall. My favorite cook had already gone home for the day, but I would come back to give her a hug and tell her I was joining up. 




My Only Talent Ch. 27



The Weather Channel was on the wall mounted LCD TV, and they were talking about a big storm system currently forming as two weather fronts collided in Colorado and were expected to move across Oklahoma, Texas, Arkansas, Tennessee, and the Carolinas tomorrow, with the potential for big thunderstorms, hail, flash flooding, and even some tornados. The predictions were that the storm system wouldn't make it as far south as the Austin area, so I forgot all about it. 

Oiler spotted me first, and he and Gretchen came over to welcome us. I told him I had decided to pledge and he gave me a bear hug that lifted me at least a foot off the ground. If that wasn't embarrassing enough, it made Orinda send some Suzie for him. Word spread quickly, and soon Cisco and a the fall pledges I had helped with girl spotting at the mixers came out to greet me. A few minutes later, Ralph arrived with Big Liz and Little Marilyn, and soon all three were grinning and hugging me, and I was very aware of how nice Liz and Marilyn felt in my arms. 

Dinner was wonderful, and everyone loved Orinda. I was feeling melancholy about our soon to expire 'benefits' arrangement, but that made me determined to rock her world tonight. I knew I would never forget her, and I was going to do my best to make sure she never forgot me. I was introduced to the other spring pledges, and learned that although UDP eschewed hazing, there would be 'pledge classes' with required service, tests on fraternity history and dogma, and some required ingenious pranks to be devised to demonstrate that we were really UDP material. 

I got another commitment from Oiler to help tutor me as required, as this spring semester I started some of the more challenging 'weed out' classes, like engineering mechanics and differential equations. I would have to work exceptionally hard to maintain my current high GPA. If I made it through the spring semester, this coming summer would be my first official 'work assignment" for the distributed education program, and if I followed the normal progression, I would go to school in the fall and then work for a second time in the spring. Lillehammer was already bugging me via email about completing my interviews and securing a spot for the summer work period.

We got another round of hugs (Orinda got more than I did) as I prepared to leave the UDP house for the 10:00 PM invite to the BOT slumber party. Two of the fall pledges who lived at our dorm insisted that it was their duty to escort Orinda there to make sure she was safe. I know all about that duty shit, guys. At least if there were two of them they might police each other. 

I watched the three of them walk off toward the dorm, and then turned and made my way toward the Beta Omicron Theta, or "Booty" house. I had been there before, with the lovely Country Chrissy at the square dance party, and had very fond memories of it. It was a huge white painted brick house with several outbuildings, surrounded by huge oleander bushes, and was right in the middle of West Campus, a ways almost due west of my dorm, amid apartments and a few other smaller sorority and fraternity houses. I got a bit of a rush (so to speak) thinking out my incomplete but wonderful 'second base' tryst with Chrissy behind the pool house sitting on those stacked and stored patio chairs. 

The front porch light was on, but the Spring Rush open house was apparently over - no comely female PNMs were in sight and the front doors were closed. I grabbed one of the two big knockers on the front doors (how appropriate) and announced my arrival. The door was opened by a spectacular woman: if you scaled Suzanne up to Lara's full six feet, she might look like this one. She had shining black hair, perfect light olive skin, light brown eyes, a muscular yet curvy figure with some very big knockers of her very own, and a beautiful face. 

This woman had not been at the square dance party, because I would have remembered her. She had pink silk pajamas on - should I have brought pajamas? She was absolutely captivating, but I was very disappointed to discover that she sent no Suzie for me. Damn. I recognized her from my brief visit to the sorority's web page. She was their President, a senior political science major from Houston, and the fourth generation heir of a famous (or perhaps infamous, and very liberal) Texas political family.

"Hello, Robbie. I am Jenna Hogg Shrub, Sorority President of Beta Omicron Theta. Welcome to our house!" She opened the door wide and beckoned me to come in. The first thing I noticed was candles: a lot of candles. What kind of slumber party was this? Susan introduced me to several other women who came down the very impressive stairway in their entry hall, they and turned out to be the internal and external vice presidents, social chairpersons, rush coordinators, rush trainers, rush captains, and pledge trainers. The 'rush' group had on jeans and sorority logo tee shirts, but the others had some very frilly pajamas on, like Susan did. 

She explained that the rush coordinator, trainers and captains were involved in the what they called 'first night' for the new spring pledges, and would go back to work with them until midnight, then put on their pajamas and join the rest of us for the 'first night slumber party' which they referred to with an almost reverent tone in their voices. My ego soon got a little salve, in that Susan was the only woman who wasn't sending some Suzie for me, and some of them were sending rather frantically, at that. The rush group all shook my hand very warmly and lingeringly, and went back upstairs to 'put the spring pledges to bed for the night', and promised that they would be back as soon as they could. That did sound promising. 

Susan took my forearm and led me, with the other pajama clad girls closely following, into a sitting room with several large couches. "Welcome to our parlor!" Susan said. It reminded me of Candy's initial invitation into her apartment, and it reminded the brain between my legs too, with the usual physiological result. I tried not to pay any attention to it, but it was obviously noticed (and appreciated) by almost everyone else in the room. I sat on the couch and suddenly found myself surrounded by pretty, perfumed and pajama clad girls. I just got harder. 

Susan cleared her throat, and said, "Robbie, you may be wondering why you were invited to our 'first night' slumber party tonight. It is rather unprecedented to invite a male - you are in fact the first. This party is a tradition, held in parallel with the slumber party for new spring pledges. It is a reward for the hard work all the sorority officers have done in the fall and the spring to bring in this year's pledge class. We have a set of activities for the pledges to help them bond, but while that takes place we try to do something separately that we officers will all enjoy. We invite someone that we admire and want to meet. We have had senators, first ladies, fashion designers, entrepreneurs, authors, singers, and award winning actresses here to stay overnight with us and teach us how to be better people."

I wondered how I fit in, and she went on: "When we did some preliminary polling to determine who we wanted to invite this year, I was surprised to find that my vote, for you, was duplicated by the majority. You see, I was one of the hundreds of women at the "Addicted to Austin" party, and I was spellbound by the insights you gave the ones who came forward to reveal their sexual desires, and envious of the woman who was your 'trainee'. Frankly, I was very envious." Then why no Suzie signals, I wondered, but she went on, "Everyone here has heard all about it and feels the same way that I do, a we have taken an oath to keep all this secret, but once the other officers return to join us, we want you to choose one of us as your trainee for the night, and let the rest of us watch her training!" 

Wow. What a concept. The brain between my legs ran with the idea, with the one between my ears following along. Let's train all the pledges, too! In a big group, with all the women naked and on their knees, anxious to learn how to best get us off, then feast on and fuck all those lovely pussies and asses, too. This was a brilliant idea, and it increases our blood flow. 

The brain between my ears then saw some problems, but had trouble being heard. Why was the very woman who started all this not sending any Suzie for us? What would happen if someone didn't keep their oath? What would lovely Country Chrissy think, since we made a promise to her, and without sounding too much like the punch line to the old joke, a deal was a deal. Besides, both brains were really looking forward to having Chrissy next fall. 

The brain between my legs sought a way to move forward. What if we ask Chrissy and she is okay with it? But then, she will have to say yes or her name will be mud with all her sorority sisters. Hooray. Let's do it! But that will make her feel even worse, the brain between my ears countered, because she really didn't have a choice, and she will hate us, and we'll never get her like we want. Plus what does Susan get out of this? What is her real purpose? 

Susan, who was setting right next to me, locked her eyes on to me, leaned in closer, touched me gently with her hands, and started speaking to me in a soft and breathy voice, extolling all the virtues of her plan, and ending most of her sentences with her mouth open. Something stirred in both my brains. 

Isn't this exactly the way Suzanne and Strelsa acted toward each other right before they made it on that couch? Aren't these all the classic signs that a woman is really into you? But with no Suzie signal, it really feels disturbing. Both of my brains reached the same conclusion: she is play acting, and thus OUR DICK IS IN DANGER! 

A feeling of absolute certainly swept through me. It was amazing how clear everything can be when both brains are in complete agreement. I was not going to do what Susan wanted. But what was I going to do?

By this time the other women were walking down the stairs again, in pajamas, and looking and smelling fantastic. The brain between my legs rebelled. Look at all that pussy! We have got to find a way to get that stuff. The brain between my ears was resolute. Don't fall for it; this is some kind of hustle. For some reason I recalled my Dad's advice about customer control. Sometimes you just can't sell the customer what they want, especially if it might damage you or the relationship and cause you to lose them as a future customer. Sometimes you have to sell them on what is best for you and okay for them. All of the sorority members were sitting around me now, and watching me very closely. 

I leaned back, listening to all those sweet Suzies, save only Susan, their leader, who was still sending nothing. Zip. I gave Susan my very best lusty leer, and then began, trying to sound fully masterful. "I have never seen a more wonderful and attractive group of potential trainees than y'all. You are all lovely, well educated, well mannered young ladies, who also happen to be hot as hell, and I would be proud to be with any one of you. In fact, I am having fantasies about all of you right now."

Their Suzies soared, except for Susan, still sending nothing at all. But the rest not only wanted me, but now I was telling them how wonderful and desirable they were, and they liked that. "I have long admired your sorority, ever since I attended a square dance party last September. Everything was set up beautifully and I had a wonderful time." 

One of the girls spoke up. "I thought that was you! Susan, this is the guy I told you about that filled in for the square dance caller when the old guy got sick. He saved the party!"

A wave of Suzies hit me again. In this crowd, saving an official sorority party that would otherwise have been known far and wide among the other sororities as a disaster was for all intents and purposes a gratifying sexual act! Now they liked me even more. One more setup statement and then on to my substitute close.

"I spent some time on your website when I got your invitation, and one of the things I admired most was your commitment to each other and the pledge of loyalty to your sisters." They were on board, I knew, so go for it, Robbie. "So I know you will understand why I must decline your offer. I have a previous loyalty to one of your members, the one who asked me to that dance."

The same woman spoke again. "Chrissy? The Master is holding out on us for Chrissy Nunnely? A pledge!" 

"Yes. Chrissy and I have made plans to date each other again next fall, and I could not be comfortable being intimate with any of her sorority sisters instead. She is a wonderful young lady and I am proud to call her my friend."

They were stunned. The Suzies halted for a moment, and then returned even more strongly, as each one of them (except Susan) pictured themselves as the object of such devotion and loyalty. Then they liked me even more, and they were proud of their sister Chrissy, again except for Susan. An ugly kind of un-Suzie signal emerged from her, not completely unlike the one ponytail had sent in the plane when he saw me, and I realized what it meant. She perceived me as foiling her plan, just like he saw me as messing up his plan, and it worried me. 

Suddenly she reacted, angrily yelling at the Pledge Trainer. "Go up and get that bitch Chrissy and bring her down here! We'll all watch her training right now!"

I had to cut that off at the pass. "I can't do that. It must be done in private and in an atmosphere of complete trust to be effective."

She glared at me. I wondered if I was up to another knockout right cross, if required. Without a Suzie blast to make her stumble, this Amazon might be able to take me, but I was very curious as to what was up with her. 

"Let me propose something, Susan, since you are the leader of the sorority. If you will open yourself up to me in private, and tell me the absolute truth about your desires, I will give you even more insight and advice about your desires than I gave to those women at the party!"

This was a hit with all the other sisters. They wanted that kind of session for themselves. Susan felt trapped. It seemed that the very last thing she wanted was to be truthful and open with me, but she knew she could not refuse me in front of the whole sorority. But she could delay. 'Okay, Robbie. I need to stay with the group tonight, but I will call you and we will spend some time together talking." 

After that the real action was over. There was some polite small talk, and a few smiles and hugs. I never even got to see Chrissy, and soon I was headed out the door, and I beat feet to Candy's place. I literally couldn't wait to get there, and it wasn't a long walk. It was an even shorter run - I got there early.

Candy answered the door and let me in. I could tell by the smell it wasn't Mattel, although they did have some sex toys in use - the girls had definitely started without me. I was so happy to be here with beautiful AND trustworthy girls. They were both flushed and beaming, and I had to force myself to pick one to concentrate on. 

They were not keen on being split up, but I made it clear we could all get back together after our initial 'one-on-one' training sessions. Since Candy was our host, I had to pick her first. Orinda said she would take a shower and freshen up and see us later. We retired to Candy's bedroom.

I had given some thought to the 'find out what my girl likes best' problem, using some of the techniques from engineering 101 to plot the best route to survey and catalog her Suzie responses. Best in this case meant complete, finding everything that pleases her; effective, meaning to discover what is her #1, #2, #3, etc., and finally efficient; finding all this out in the minimum possible time. 

This was the kind of experimental design exercise I really liked. Despite my advanced planning, I found myself just kissing Candy's lovely face and lips because I wanted to. It worked, though, because I instantly had a high speed connection to her Suzie, and I was lovin' it. So was she - she was so turned on that everything I did seemed to work equally well, and I realized she was well beyond the need for extensive foreplay. I stuck to my plan, and focused in on her nether lips and her sweet little pussy, so well framed by the pink outline of her bikini bottoms surrounded by her perfect tan. She was already wet and wild, and ready for a tune up. 

I had never felt such a direct connection. I knew exactly how to scratch her itch at just the right time and place, and was rewarded with a copious flow of her sweet juice. This really was the nectar of the gods, and I told her so. I learned her trigger spots, how rough to get with her clit, how strongly to suck and nip at her inner and outer lips, how long and strong to thrust my tongue into her, and how quickly her muscles would tense when she came. 

I could tell when she was just about to go over the edge, and I could hold her there in delicious anticipation and then bring her off at will. Her orgasm sent a Suzie signal that burrowed into my brain. I didn't ejaculate, but otherwise it was a little ancillary orgasm of my own. I began to see how it was possible for a woman to have so many orgasms, one right after another. It scared me a little, but I soldiered on.

I put a finger in her, and then two, and found I could map her G-spot and its sensitive regions by touching and listening to her Suzie for responses. I got her just on the edge again, the pulled her trigger with my finger just as I tongued her lovely ass. Another, slightly different and more powerful Suzie orgasm signal hit me and brought me off, again without ejaculation. In fact, it just seemed to make me harder. 

Thank goodness for those mirror neurons. After two more of those, I felt her urgent need for penetration calling out to me. Somehow I knew to get a little rough, and I used my knees to spread her legs apart and put my elbows on either side of her armpits, and entered her pussy long and strong, or at least as much as I could. After a few thrusts, her response was obvious, and I shifted to put all my weight on her pubic bone and fucked her for all I was worth. Every hour of running and workout pain I had ever endured was worth it for just one second of this feeling, as my thrusting awakened something primal within her, and she came again, and still another even more urgent Suzie speared my brain, and made me pause for a second. 

I could be happy as a fly in amber, suspended and preserved with this feeling forever. But then another signal grabbed me and shook me, an even more primal and urgent Suzie that clearly and unmistakably said "Fuck Me More", and so I did. Another orgasm ensued and that made something primal within me seek even more penetration. I flipped her over and pushed her up toward the front of the bed, and she grabbed the headboard with both hands and put her head and shoulders down and her beautiful butt up, and sobbed. 

I felt the ancient penetrating wasp within me rise up as I mounted her doggie style and got up on my legs a bit so I could slam into her from above and behind. It was perfect. Her final orgasm went through me like a lightning bolt, and my thunder followed a few seconds later with an ejaculation so violent I was convinced I had left more than my seed behind in her. It was completely non-volitional for a few moments as my spinal reflexes took over my entire body and pumped my cock into her five or six more spastic times. 

Then I was completely still and wanted to just stay this connected with her for as long as I could. I heard voices whispering her name and realized they were all mine. I rolled off to the side and wrapped her up in my arms and realized I was crying. So was she. We said nothing. We fought for oxygen and we both won. Every square millimeter of skin contact was pure joy. Was this true love? I didn't know. Maybe I was too scared to find out. Finally she kissed me on the shoulder and said, "I am going to turn on the lamp."




My Only Talent Ch. 28



Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. The delay in posting this chapter and perhaps the next few may be ascribed to some unexpected turbulence and travel in the author's schedule.




As I made my way downstairs from my dorm room for my hastily improvised evening Suzie snooping expedition, I passed the floor lounge and encountered our resident lounge lizard and TV troll, Joisey Al. He was so named because during the first few days of the fall semester, he greeted everyone with the same phrase, "I'm Al from Joisey. You from Joisey? What exit?" To be specific, he was from Bergen County, and his full name was Alphonse Luigi Ludovico Capozzi. 

His father was one of the larger plumbing contractors in Bergen County, and his goal for young Al had been for him to graduate from Rutgers and become a registered professional engineer, so that when he joined the family plumbing business he could 'wet stamp' drawings before submission for permits, giving the senior Capozzi a leg up on his competitors. His father had also arranged a future marriage to the surprisingly attractive (judging from her picture, and despite her nickname of "Moosie") daughter of the chief building inspector of Bergen County, hopefully creating a family relationship greased pipeline for quick approvals and issuance of building permits and subsequent rapid fire inspections and approvals on job sites.

Alphonse perhaps felt a little trapped by all these detailed plans, and with the supporting rationalization that out of state tuition at ESU was still less than the in state resident tuition in New Jersey, he applied to go to school at ESU. He must have had some pretty good grades and SAT scores to be admitted from out of state, and he seemed pretty bright, but it turned out he actually wanted no part of engineering school. Thanks to his two highly verbal grandmothers, he was native speaker fluent in Italian and German in addition to his strange native dialect of New Jersey English, and had taken advanced placement tests that yielded him credit for dozens of semester hours before he ever attended a single class at ESU.

Which was fortuitous, because so far he never had. Attended a class, that is. He racked up zero total grade points while attempting 12 credit hours in his first semester at school, but owing to the formula by which grade point averages were calculated, he was still in good academic standing. In fact he could probably skip class for three semesters and still be okay. He was willing to go back to New Jersey and take 'vocational ed' plumbing classes at junior college before he eventually joined the family plumbing business, but he was getting an approximately eighteen month 'paid vacation' at ESU before he flunked out, arithmetically and officially . Apparently his idea of a great vacation was watching TV in the dorm lounge, and as far as I could tell, he did nothing but that, save trips to the food lines downstairs, and journeys to his room for bathroom breaks and phone sex with his betrothed (Thank God that didn't happen in the lounge).

I had never passed by the lounge without seeing him - he even seemed to sleep there. He could recite the dialog to every episode of Law and Order (and all its variants) ever aired, and did very well at Jeopardy, Wheel of Fortune, and all of the other TV game shows. He drew the line, though, just above soap operas, Oprah, and Dr. Phil; perhaps that was what drove his choice of early afternoon sleep periods. He was the first to wear that soon to be very familiar bewildered expression upon realizing that Suzanne was actually dating a lug like me, compounded when he later also saw Lara and Millie. He was still a little suspicious of me, perhaps because his residual Catholic education made him suspect that I had made a pact with the devil in order to get women like that. 

What he was wearing now made me highly suspicious, though. His family must have made peace with his choice of attending ESU, because one of his Christmas presents was a giant XXXL sized ESU logo 'hoodie footie', in authentic burnt orange with white trim and highlights. This huge fuzzy fleece pajama suit came complete with a special pocket for his smart phone, and several others for snacks, including a fully insulated pocket for a 12 ounce beverage can. Sitting in the corner of the broken down couch, he looked for all the world like a hibernating polar bear that had been accidentally spray painted burnt orange. 

"Hey, Al!"

"Hi Robbie. Pick up any supermodels over Christmas break?"

"No, but I did meet a couple of spectacular ones, up close and personal, on a big yacht, even!"

"Right, sure you did."

I made my way down the stairs and surveyed the crowd in the lobby. The storm that had delayed Suzanne, Lara, and Gunter's return trips to Austin had also delayed many other returning students, and thus the concentration of 'new talent' that had arrived for this semester was enriched, greatly to my benefit, I hoped. I tuned up my Suzie receiver and went into search mode.

There were lots of attractive new coeds, and a small but non-zero set of them begin sending as soon as they laid eyes on me. The greater portion did not, of course, as was my usual experience. There were even a few that tickled my fancy, but unfortunately none of those were sending for me! The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, I supposed. But my Suzie sensitivity certainly seemed to be improving with experience, and I was very interested to find that there were two new and distinct Suzie 'notes' that I was only able to identify after some study and consideration.

The first such note issued from a striking dark haired and blue eyed young woman named Jean Nancy Percer, who somehow managed to affect a bit of a French accent through her San Antonio drawl, introducing herself fairly loudly as "John Nan See Per Se" to the fellow standing next to me. She had clearly looked him over before making the first move, and when he didn't, she did. He looked like a Phi Iota Gamma pledge, but I knew he wasn't, since I had recently met them all. But he had all the trappings: an outfit right out of the Neiman Marcus Christmas catalog, a very expensive looking haircut, and a wristwatch that probably cost more than my tricked out new car, cool as I thought it was. He was complaining to her about being forced to play golf with his father and grandfather almost every day of Christmas break, with the compensating virtue that lunches at the country club were very good, plus it left his nights free for clubbing. It made me think of the movie "Caddy Shack", but it made young miss "John Nan See" send a restrained sort of lilting and conditional Suzie signal for him. 

While he was noticing her towering frame and massive breasts (just as big as Peggy's and on an even taller chassis) she was skillfully conducting an interview that quickly yielded a demographic sketch of the young man and his family. As the resulting profile moved from upper middle class to rich and trended toward truly wealthy, the intensity of her Suzie sending multiplied several fold. I had just encountered my first 'Pecuniary Suzie'. It would not be the last, and recognizing them as such would later save me and some of my buddies from certain doom and or intense unhappiness more than once. I made a note to spend a little more time learning about Jean Nancy, and studying her unusual Suzie.

As I was observing the two of them, I noticed two girls observing me! They leaned their heads together and spoke in whispers and giggles, cutting sidelong glances at me, and one of them who at first sent nothing suddenly launched a pretty loud and raspy Suzie for me, which grew louder as they talked more and more. I thought I recognized the other girl from last semester as having been seated at dinner with Orinda and Lizzy Faye a few times, but the one sending was definitely new this semester, so I inferred she was just learning of my reputation as 'The Master', and that her curiosity about sexual submission had captured her imagination, and sparked her signals. I had just encountered what I would learn to call a 'Curiosity Suzie"- the first of many.

The rest of my research downstairs was unremarkable, and I returned to the room about 10 PM to find that my roommate Kevin had just arrived, twelve weather delayed hours later than originally planned. This semester found him embarking on making his first complete student project film in a genre randomly assigned by his professor. Kevin was to serve as writer, director, and producer with other students filling the other filmmaking roles on a rotating basis, such that each student would eventually do every functional task. This would be my first clue that Kevin had an unfortunate long term predilection for his randomly assigned genre: awful science fiction parodies. He had decided that his first film would be a very heavy handed send up of an early Star Trek film, tentatively entitled "Star Trek Douche: The Bath of Khan." 

"I'm going to make the script totally awful, but the film itself will be so visually compelling that people will want to see it again and again!" he cried.

"With that title, you are half way there already, Buddy!" I laughed, and rolled over to get some sleep. 



*******



Monday morning my alarm went off at 5:30 AM and I had to think twice about what came next. New semester, new classes, new schedule, new routine. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I had Conditioning with Saskia at 7:00 AM, followed by Multivariable Calculus, Engineering Physics, and Embedded Systems. Whew! Tuesday and Thursdays served up the lab for Engineering Physics and the only approved elective class I could fit into my schedule: "Introduction to the Study of Language". Maybe I could listen to my still unopened Rosetta Stone course that had been a gift from Adnan and learn Arabic during that period. Should be a blow off course, right? I also had my running plan for Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday – five miles of increasingly intensive sprinting – theoretically culminating in me having a lot more fast twitch muscle fibers than I began the semester with. 

I hit the line for early breakfast and compared to last semester there was almost a completely new cast of characters in the dining hall. I looked about in vain for Nora and Orinda in order of my prurient interest, but did not see either of them. Saskia had advised breakfasting on plenty of protein and water but not going too heavy on the carbs, and strongly recommended zero fat yogurt rather than bacon as my primary protein source. The yogurt wasn't half bad. It totaled up to my RDA for protein, but it didn't make me feel full. I wanted to listen carefully to Saskia's Suzie signal for confirmation of my theory on her budding sexual fetish, so I ate two sugary pastries and two sugar envelopes just to be sure. 

The conditioning class was in Greg Gym right across from the dorm. Saskia greeted me with an evil smile, which she also bestowed on the other students. She did not send any Suzie for them, though! After a two minute review of our food diaries and a quick test to confirm our FitBits were recording properly, she proceeded to lead us in 15 minutes of a hyper fast combination of Jazzercise, Taibo, Kickboxing and simulated epileptic seizures. I thought I was in pretty good shape, but I was straining 5 minutes in, and a couple of the other folks had to stop before the end. I made it, but just barely. Saskia wasn't even breathing hard!

She went to each of us that were still standing first, referring to her notes and giving us specific exercises to do until she circled back to evaluate us.  Each exercise was perfectly designed to make us feel off balance, weak, strained and uncomfortable – to laser focus in on our weakest areas and break them down so our bodies could hopefully then build them back stronger. No pain, no gain - made incredibly personal and specific. She then turned her attention to the now recovering dropped out two, who had ceased their labored breathing and were therefore ready to be tortured some more. I lost all track of time as the ordeal continued. Just as I began to get the hang of a particular exercise and feel some balance and strength, Saskia would suddenly appear next to me and instruct me to move my hand out further from my body, or put my weight on just one foot, or hold my leg out farther, or whatever inventive wrinkle she could devise to make me feel even worse. I gritted my teeth and just tried to get through it, doing my best to suffer in silence. But most of the other folks were alternatively grunting and gulping air, making sounds like they were auditioning for a part as a medieval torture victim in a bad movie. I wasn't going to give her that satisfaction. 

Mercifully, Saskia then announced that the final five minute cool down period of our class had just begun. She led us in another Jazzercise style routine, at only 2/3 the pace of the initial warm up, smiling all the while. 

"I took it easy on you guys this first day, but Wednesday we will pick things up to the normal pace and keep it there!" Stunned silence from all of us, punctuated only by labored breathing.

"I want each of you to find several free hour periods during the week that you could commit to a one on one meeting with me to go over your specific weaknesses and review our plans to address them. Email me at least three such one hour periods and I will review them all and tell you which ones will work for me. These will not be exercise periods but discussions, so you can eat your lunch during that time if absolutely necessary."

More shocked silence followed. My heart rate was starting to wind down a little, and as she dismissed us I glanced at the clock on the gym wall – 0807 AM. I realized I had not even tried to listen in to her Suzie, plus I was drenched in fetid sweat, and my next class was at 0900! I almost broke my promise to myself to always use the stairs to reach my 8th floor dorm room, but I dutifully trudged up with my last bit of energy and took a quick shower before making my way north from JES to RLM for my first helping of the so-called multivariable calculus. Luckily, Oiler and already prepped me a bit, but I soon realized I would be calling on him a lot more this semester. Each new concept was not that tough individually, but they came at me at such a pace that it soon took a toll on my already glucose deprived brain. 

During my short break before my 1100 hours date with Engineering Physics, I did the reading for Math and started on the first assigned problem set. Conceptually okay, but it took time to work through the problems and check the answers. I made a few notes on things to ask the TA at my first opportunity for his office hours. Engineering Physics was a little better, owing mostly to the fact that I had a crackerjack Physics instructor in high school (which is not the norm, I assure you) and already understood the concepts pretty well. Still, just working through everything and confirming your results would take a lot of time. As I walked back south in a daze to go to late lunch at the dorm, I realized this semester was going to be much more of a challenge than my first, and I would have to be even more devoted to my 'school all week' pledge to make decent grades. 

My stomach had been growling loudly since the midpoint of physics class, and by the time I reached the lunch line, I was desperate for some calories. I developed a case of tunnel vision, focusing on my plate and my stereotyped cutting, shoveling and chewing skills, and did not even notice the dark and lovely Lizzy Faye Reagan sit herself down to my immediate right until she spoke.

"Robbie! What exactly did you do to my roommate during Spring Rush?"

I'll never tell, I thought. "She is a lovely young lady and I am proud to call her my friend!" I replied, and turned to look at her. 

She leaned forward and riveted me with her gaze. "Orinda won't tell me a damn thing! She just smiles this damn smug smile and gets this funny look in her eyes."

I tried to give her my version of that same look. "Well. You did kind of throw her at me, Lizzy Faye. We just went around to some Spring Rush parties together. Wasn't that what you intended?"

"I just wanted you to take her mind off breaking up with her dipshit ex-boyfriend. But I didn't want her hypnotized!"

"What did she tell you?"

"Only that you taught her a new way to eat candy."

That's Candy, I thought. "You are going to have to ask her, Lizzy Faye."

She snorted and headed off towards the elevators. I looked around for Nora again and then my thick brain finally registered the fact that Nora was now staying at one of the co-ops west of the Drag. Suddenly my dorm was the setting of a very sad movie called "Nora Doesn't Live Here Anymore". Sniff. Sob. My eyes wandered around enough to notice the menu board detailing dinner, and I hatched an evil plan for Suzanne.

I gathered myself and my stuff and took the stairs back up back to my room. I worked through a few more math and physics problems, making a few more notes to take to the TA's office hours later. I had found it was very useful to introduce myself to the TA's for each class early in the semester, and ask questions that indicated I was actually trying to master the material. It was perhaps akin to the process by which hostages are told to make personal connections with their kidnappers in order to reduce the severity of their torture. If they know your name perhaps they will treat you better. 

I then made sure I had the URL for the e-book for Embedded Systems and made ready to head out for my last MWF class today. I soon discovered it was more properly called "how to make measurements with micro-controllers" and relaxed a little. Oiler and Bigun had already explained to me that my new car's systems were chock full of Arduinos, which I at first thought was an exotic Italian carburetor, but which turned out to be a cute little single board computer. They told me about all the unreliable mechanical parts and linkages that the Arduinos replaced, and how it made hot rodding the car a software task, and showed me how to interface everything via the Bluetooth on my laptop or even my phone. They had explained the basics to me, and I sort of understood ADCs and DACs and numerical control, and began to look upon this class as applied electronic hot rodding, and vowed to make my new car a class project. I also vaguely remember that the little 'sniffer boxes' that Eddie Estigoy and The Cisco Kid had used to so skillfully hack the AG network to kill the videos of Lara were also little single board computers running Linux. Maybe I should know a little more about that, too.

While I was walking to the little temporary metal building where the class was to be held before another giant edifice named for a big ESU donor could be erected, I got a text from Suzanne. She was back in town and going directly to TA her big section of Economics 301, and then would have office hours until 5. I love it when a plan comes together, and especially when the plan allows Suzanne and me to come, together! 

I texted her. "Meet me at JES for dinner at 5? Kevin is out for the evening."

She replied. "Very tired."

"Pizza night, slut."

"CU @ 5!!!!"

"P.S. I love you"

"me2"

Embedded Systems was actually kind of fun, and the instructors were graduate students not much older than me. One of them reminded me of the 'Koothrappali' guy on Big Bang Theory, but taller, and he also seemed to be a bit of a gear head, so I figured I could get him interested in working on my car, and thus helping me with my class projects. May be if I could also get him laid this semester, I could even get an A in the course. There were two girls in the class, but neither of them sent Suzie for anyone there. I would have to find an environment where there were a lot more women around so I could listen for those that sent for him. I walked back south toward the dorm in a much better mood. 




My Only Talent Ch. 28



Although I should have hit the books, I spent next 45 minutes or so daydreaming about Suzanne's visit. I got a text from Lara inviting Suzanne and me over to her apartment for 'snacks' at 10 PM, and saw Suzanne's acceptance text before I could respond. Well, well. I knew I was going to have to hustle academically this semester, and try to limit my dating to weekends, but perhaps I could make an exception just this once. Speaking of that – I needed to make contact with Nora and perhaps set something up for this weekend. 

I then got two email invitations. The first was a reminder from the Dean of Engineering about the reception for Engineering Honor Roll students at the University Club under the eastern deck of the stadium. This was where I had already met Günter twice, so I knew how to work the buffet line, although this occasion might just involve appetizers. I guess this counted as school work, right? The second was from Professor Lillehammer, to an evening reception at his house for a few students in the co-operative engineering track, and some potential employers. I knew I had to pick a summer gig soon, a message that was sure to be reiterated again and again until I committed to one. Perhaps I should take Lara and ask her to wear her highest of high heels? Click clack, professor. 

I made my way down to the dorm entrance closest to the building where Suzanne's class was letting out, and sure enough there she was, just coming through the door. I was stunned to find I could detect her Suzie before she even saw me, then when she did, her signal hit me like an explosion. I had heard people talk about their whole life passing before their eyes, but in my case my every interaction with Suzanne suddenly passed into my memory – that first sight of her running on the track, the ZZZ party, that first time in her apartment, the first walk over to Lara's place with her – it all zipped through my mind's eye like the best movie ever made. Every scene was right out of my girlfriend hall of fame gallery. When she made eye contact with me, it got even worse. I didn't know if I was standing or sitting, I forget to breathe, I forgot my name. But I knew then and there I would never, ever forget Suzanne.

As usual, heads turned as she walked toward me, and expressions strained as she fell into step with me and I put my hand on the small of her back and snuggled her into me. Guys and girls alike wore faces that said they just couldn't picture the two of us together. Too bad, suckers. We walked into the dining hall and got in line, the yeasty smell of cheap, high volume institutional pizza filling the air. I heard her Suzie buzzing and felt her hips pushing into mine. Life was good.

We took our trays to a table in a corner. I just stared at her, but she took up the conversational burden.

"I missed you Robbie, a lot."

I knew I didn't need to say anything. Did she know how fantastic she was?

"I took your suggestion and (she made air quotes with her fingers) 'dated' some guys as a Dominatrix." 

I raised my eyebrows, but said nothing.

"It got them really hot, and may have done them some good, but it did little for me. No real excitement, no fulfillment. Well there was one thing that kind of fascinated me, but I will talk to you about that later."

Her Suzie multiplied and wavered. It reached out and touched me, feeling more like an electric buzzer touching my skin than a normal signal that I sensed with my Suzie receiver.

"I need you to satisfy me, Robbie. I don't need to dominate you. I don't want to dominate you. I just want to have you. I want you to take me. Hard."

I smiled. This was the best pizza in the world. 



*******



Dwight had been in Silicon Valley for six weeks now, ever since he left Carmencita standing at the airport closest to the rehab hospital in Texas. The agency had set up a legend for him and arranged for an interview at a growing navigation and tracking systems startup that was being targeted by several foreign intelligence agencies. The recent recipient of some key patents and some big government contracts, the company was in desperate need of more office space, and had just moved into some converted warehouses near Redwood City. The place still smelled like wet paint during his interview. It went well. But he had a new agency supervisor for this assignment, Roger Sherman, and the guy was a micro-manager and worry wart of the first order. That part was not going well. 

Roger fretted and worried incessantly about how the interviews went, what kind of impression he made, whether or not Dwight would get the job, and if he did get inside the firm, how they could detect and deflect the attempted penetrations of the company. He obsessed about everything, and insisted on meeting with Robbie face to face every evening so he could prattle on about it. His tradecraft sucked, too, as he always insisted on meeting in the same place: Buck's in Woodside for dinner. It wasn't that bad a drive, and Dwight could go under the 280 rather than having to enter and exit it, and the food was pretty good. The prices were high but Roger Sherman was paying. The parking lot was full of Tesla's and Ducati's, and the tables were full of VC's, lawyers and techno weenies.

Dwight knew he would get the job. His legend was as a new ESU computer science graduate, specializing in Ruby and Ruby on Rails. He wasn't even worried when the company announced a 'code-off' for the top 10 candidates to pick the final three who were hired. He just wanted to come in second or third so nobody would get suspicious of how good he was, and remind himself not to use any of the techniques that only the agency should know. He could do this job in his sleep. His main focus was sketching out the informal org chart of the company, and doing a little social climbing up and all over it.

The company's product was informally called 'map and plan zipper ware' because it could stitch together information from lots of different and disparate navigational and architectural databases (including many that were hacked into rather than formally interfaced) and normalize, compare and contrast them: highlighting changes, marking and ageing them and making pretty good estimates of how accurate the information was. Since much of the data had to do with both urban warfare or surveillance, or potential combat with air, sea and space borne assets, speed and accuracy were of the essence. Not to mention protecting the information and the technology from misuse by other governments. Dwight was not allowed to do anything about misuse by his own government.

Back in DC, his lovely new fiancé Carmencita was taking the agency medical and rehab division by storm. Besides them noticing how well his recent rehab had gone, she also got killer recs from the head of the new ESU med school, and some as yet unknown other Washington insiders who must have had a lot of pull. Dwight was unconscious when his case was referred to Carmencita, but he was sure glad it happened. Her background investigation was soon accelerated, and it was made even easier when it was discovered that both her father and older brother had dossiers already, due to their previous clearances as weapons techs in the Air Force. Some of her relatives and old roommates still got visits from the FBI field guys, but soon she was pronounced fit for duty. She already had several rehab clients under her able care, and took over Dwight's apartment while he was on assignment.

They kept in touch by phone, never discussing either of their day jobs or his location. He missed her terribly. Now that the agency HR weenies had pronounced her 'marriage material' he couldn't wait to get back to DC to marry her. Given his clearance level, they both had to endure months of weekly sessions with psychiatrists before that could happen. He might even be willing to give up his field work for her. Maybe that's what the shrinks wanted to know.



*******



Lara had a strange schedule this semester. She had decided at the last minute to change her major to pre-law, which required adding some required pre-requisites into the mix, and rendered some of her past classes moot. Her late arrival in Austin had further upset her plans, and she had spent the afternoon and early evening running around to various professor's offices to get permission to be added (well after the normal deadlines) to the classes she needed. She would not get to see Robbie and Suzanne until later tonight, and by that time she would be a mess. All that polite time with her father and his new honey had been fine, but the dates with all those dumb ski bums and uptight MBA students had been tedious at best. She needed to get her ashes hauled big time, and Robbie and Suzanne were her only hope for satisfaction. They were also why she was changing her major, and squeezing in a course in human genetics.



*******



I don't know how many pieces of pizza I had, but it was fantastic. Suzane gave me the quick travelogue version of her time in DC with her parents, and glossed over her adventures as a Dominatrix, saying she would 'confess all' when we met up with Lara. Soon we were on the way up in the elevator – about the only time I used it was when I was heading up to the room for some frolic. The dorm did not disappoint – the yeasty smells of pizza and beer were readily identifiable, and her Suzie told me they were producing in her exactly the mood I was hoping for.

Joisey Al was on duty in the lounge, and Suzanne did a double take at him in his giant orange and white hoodie footie pajama outfit.

"Christmas present, huh, Al?" she said.

He smiled, a little embarrassed, but not completely cowed. "Yeah, but I'd rather have you."

"Sorry, Al. I am afraid I belong to Robbie. He is the only one for me!"

I felt proud and wonderful, for about three seconds, until she whispered in my ear "Except maybe for the next few Sunday nights!" and pinched my butt. I could have done without that. I felt like an idiot having told Günter to give her his very best efforts after all, and now wished we could just call the whole thing off, despite my curiosity about me having Günter's wife Strelsa with him watching. I was not so curious about Günter having Suzanne with me watching and/or joining in. But I had told Suzanne and Günter I would go forward with their little plan to spice things us for the previously virginal and now married with an itch Strelsa and Günter. Al did not feel any of my reservations, giving me a look that was at the same time incredulous and overtly jealous as Suzanne and I disappeared into my room.

Suzanne apparently didn't feel any reservations either, as she glued herself to me even before the door closed and groped me like a wild woman. My first instinct was to let her Suzie be my guide, but then I remembered that she seemed to get off the best when I just took what I wanted and concentrated on myself. But her Suzie would not be ignored – it burned into my brain like a rotating lighthouse light on a dark night. It made it abundantly clear she was already well beyond tenderness and sweet nothings – she was ready for spanking and fucking – as hard as I could manage. I went back to my original plan – tease her slowly and make her crazy before I gave her what she needed. That meant my final hard fucking of her should be accomplished with my second and less sensitive erection – which also meant I had to make her get me off on that first one while teasing her. Duty calls!

I sat back on the bed, against the little wall mounted cushion. "Strip for me, Suzanne."

She stopped, flustered and angry, and then she got a really funny look on her face. "You mean like Nora and Alley did?"

Before I could respond, she continued. "I may have to retell some of this story for Lara's benefit, but since you are so interested, I stripped for three men and a woman while I was in DC!"

My face must have given away my shock, and she sent some 'female animal on top' Suzie along with displaying a mischievous grin. She began to bump and grind slowly, sans music, but with an attitude and grace that made it unnecessary. Her business like grey skirt with dark blue blouse and grey and white top set the mood – she looked like a very formal and proper lawyer that had just decided to strip in the courtroom. Very hot. 

"I found a bar I actually liked in DC, and I taught the bartender there how to make the 'instant stripper' punch like ZZZ and PIG make at their parties. He was very good – much better than the frat boys. He was also very straight, very handsome and very much into me, and I knew I should reward him for making me such a good drink. I took my coat off, and after I finished the first one, I took off my gloves for him, slowly and seductively. He made it very clear that he was very glad to see me. So, I took of my little vest too. I had on a very sheer top, if you get my drift..."

I had to bite my lip to stop from saying anything. Her sneaky Suzie waxed further, and she continued to slither and dance, by now having removed her little vest top and unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse. She was cat nip, I was cat.

"He hurried to make me another drink, but I knew if I drank it I would probably get inappropriate. Besides, I had to leave for my date!"

She turned her back to me and slipped the blouse off her shoulders, her back muscles rippling under her amazing olive skin as she did so. I knew those perfect breasts were just out of sight. 

"On my 'date' I then helped a poor man that had placed himself in a bad position. I made him get naked and restrained for me, and then punished him with my whip, and made him see the error of his ways, and how he could make things better. I let him see even more of me than the bartender, Robbie my love, and he got very hard. I took that as a compliment, and then I untied one of his arms and let him jack off for me." 

I could not help the groan that escaped my lips, nor ignore the little cackle that escaped hers.

"He had a really nice cock, Robbie. I thought I was standing far enough away, but he really shot hard, and he almost got some on me. That did make me a little flustered."

I was pretty damn worked up now, too, but I needed to break her rhythm. 

Just as she turned back toward me, I put my hands on either side of her neck and forced her to kneel. Her eyes flashed defiance, but her Suzie signal spiked hot and ready. Her blouse was now undone and spread open, and it was plain her nipples were hard as rocks. I gathered up her hair into one big knot in my right hand and as used it as a handle, making it clear I was in control of her head. Her Suzie liked it. 

"Enough talk for a while, slut. Stick out your tongue and close your eyes."

She made eye contact with me for a second and I thought she was going to refuse, and then she smiled and complied.

"Just the tip of your tongue, my beautiful slut. Cover every square millimeter of my dick and get it wet."

She opened her eyes and gave me a smoking look, and her Suzie sizzled. My plan was working. She wanted hard penetration, now, but she knew it would be a while before she got it, and she had to do what I wanted first. She worked patiently on my cock, being achingly thorough.

"Now the balls, then repeat using your whole tongue."

She was too damn good at this, and she knew it. 

"I am going to fuck your mouth now slut. Swallow every drop."

Her Suzie blasted again. That was exactly what she wanted. She sucked and slurped, working and flowing around my thrusting motions better than ever before. Her tongue danced around the underside of my cock, perfectly choreographed. It didn't take me long to let loose, and she sucked me ruthlessly, draining it all, Suzie crowing in triumph. She must know how wonderful she was.

She did her little low excursion back and forth lip trick, and I stayed hard. Help me now, John Henry! Give me the strength to tease her just a little longer.

I swept her onto the bed, putting the top of my arms on the bottom of her thighs and spreading them wide. I suddenly realized my entire upper body was screaming from what Saskia had done to us in her conditioning class early this morning. Every movement made me painfully aware of every muscle fiber that had been attacked. I did my best to ignore the uncomfortable signals, and locked my knees inside her thighs and pulled up and out, drawing Suzanne's perfect pussy up towards my mouth. She was dripping wet and smelled wonderful. I began kissing her just above her right knee, and her Suzie blasted impatience. Her breathing became hoarse and ragged, and her strong thigh muscles tensed and released, beautifully. Her Suzie buzzed through my head, and her pheromones pushed aside my awareness of being sore and strained. I lost myself in her, and not for the first time.

I tuned for maximum Suzie, and fought her attempts to move her pussy under my mouth sooner than my plan. She never stopped fighting me – making me even more painfully aware of my sore arms and shoulders. Soon we reached a muscular compromise and she groaned as my tongue finally found her outer lips and lightly brushed them. She made an all new noise, to me anyway, and then growled even greater impatience. I was very systematic, darting in and dashing back out – teasingly and tantalizing her. I realized she was pushing her hips forward so far that she was only touching the wall mounted bed with her shoulders – her only other point of support being her feet planted on the floor. I finally reached her clit, just barely touching it with little butterfly flicks. She made noises you usually only heard in the dentist's chair.

I burrowed in and used her Suzie signal to guide me. I circled and tweaked, heading for a crescendo I knew we would both enjoy. Her Suzie burned into my head, and I sucked on her clit, hard. She came in an ecstatic explosion, launching a sweet little dollop of extra juice, which I devoured with devotion. Her hips almost pushed me back off the bed. I fought back in and made her come again. Duty, you see.

As much as enjoyed her tongue generated climax, I realized I wanted to fuck her, and right fucking now. Tease me by talking about another guy jerking off for you, will you slut? I turned her over and jammed her up against the wall mounted cushion, and pushed her knees closer to the wall, raising her ass up. Maybe it was the suppressed anger of realizing the power she now had over me, the tension of missing her, the potential guilt from doing Candy and Orinda while she was gone, or maybe it was just the channeled energy of the legendary John Henry, the pile driving man, or perhaps all of the above, but I was now ready, willing and able. I put my knees just outside of hers, braced my right hand on the little painted bookshelf that some previous dorm resident had long ago mounted to the concrete block walls with unauthorized anchor bolts, and started in.

She spoke for the first time, through clenched teeth. "Fuck me, FUCK me, FUCK ME!" Her Suzie droned like a big overloaded truck, revving its highest in its lowest gear to make it up a mountain pass. Beautiful music matched beautiful sensations. Slow and steady into the hot and heady. She was hot, like soup that was almost too hot to touch. Almost. My cock seemed to grow as it touched her, expanding to fill her available volume, just as she squeezed down to maximize my sensations. I pushed steadily in, until my thighs were glued to her butt and she was as fully impaled as I could manage. I pulled back out and started back down, very conscious of my sore upper body but even more conscious of the luscious heat that surrounded me. 

I had a plan, but it didn't survive contact with Suzanne. I felt her responses and mine at the same time – we began to melt together. She pushed back against me, and I looked down like a spectator at her spectacular muscles moving under that spectacular skin. I slammed into her - she slammed back into me. I was an animal, and so was she. Suddenly she was coming – her pussy muscles were twitching and buzzing – and her Suzie signal drowned out all else. She grunted and groaned, and her breath whistled. 




My Only Talent Ch. 28



I was not ready to come. I was having a testosterone storm, a twister spun off by Hurricane Suzanne, and I wanted more heat, more penetration, and more nasty. Somehow the circulating hormones were making my sore muscles feel better. I almost liked the way they felt. The strange spiral of feelings grew and spun: I loved her but I was scared of her; I wanted to be tender to her, but I also wanted to penetrate her like a bull covers a heifer. And then perhaps my true evil nature was revealed – I pulled out of her pussy, spanked her butt cheeks hard about ten times, and then plunged into her steaming ass with no fanfare.

She keened and shook. She spoke, sounding like one of those heavily processed voices on heavy metal records. "Damn you Robbie! Fuck it, then, fuck it hard!" I had my duty to look to. I worked even harder for her than I had this morning for Saskia, and it felt a hell of a lot better, too. All the soreness was washed away and I felt only those places where my flesh touched hers - heat, and wet, and muscles pushing flesh aside. Step aside John Henry, Robbie Ass Fucking Roberts is in control up in here! 

Somehow she burrowed her shoulders down and reach back with her surprisingly long and strong arms and grabbed the back of my legs just above my knees. In perfect synchrony with my thrusts, she pulled as I pushed, urging me even deeper into her ass. It was awesome, but also a little scary. As nasty as I felt, and as hard as I wanted to fuck her, she wanted it harder and nastier than I did. Maybe harder and nastier than I could bring?

Then her Suzie reached out to me, enveloped me, and mesmerized me. My ego felt a little better as she began to say "Robbie! Yes, Robbie!" with each exhalation. I felt her orgasm bubbling up and mine followed suit. Just as she drew in a big breath and then groaned and shook, I let loose in her hot little ass. It felt like all the tension in my sore muscles had found its way into the steaming hot pressure of my ejaculation, and I wanted to blow her head off with it. I read somewhere that estrogen and testosterone are the most dangerous drugs of all. I pumped into her a few more times slowly, feeling the aftershocks of all that sexual steam. I twisted around and slipped in between her and the wall, turned onto my back, and pulled her to me, my hands scrambling to find the covers and pull them over us. I realized the sheets were a wet and crumpled ball soaked with her secretions, and reached onto the floor for the still dry ESU logo blanket that Mom had insisted on providing for me. Suzanne tucked her head into my neck and began to rub my chest (now sore again) gently. Life didn't get any better than this. I must have made quite an impression on her, because she wasn't talking!



*******



Suzanne snuggled into Robbie and tried to gather herself. She had never felt anything like this before, even with Robbie. Not only was all the built up tension from all the time without him over Christmas break gone, but she felt suffused with grace and fully at peace, lying next to him, toying with this chest and nipples the way she knew he liked it. She didn't talk, she was afraid she might scare him with what she had on her mind. She knew she was a very smart girl with a bright academic future, and as well read and sophisticated as any militant feminist. But Robbie scared her. She knew she loved him, like she knew she had loved Mike until he was hurt, but this was entirely new territory for her. Suddenly one of those feminists' lectures she had attended came back to her, and she recognized her plight. Her brain was now fully bathed in oxytocin, AKA the love drug, the bonding hormone, maternal cement, the pussy plaster. And she couldn't be sure if this feeling was cause or effect!

It was an almost perfect altered state. If she could feel like this every night with Robbie, nothing else really mattered, did it? Her mother had told her she was amazed to discover when she had kids that her feelings for her own children completely trumped anything else she had ever experienced. Suzanne couldn't imagine anything trumping this! Robbie had told her he loved her, too, and she had discovered that her drive to dominate did not apply to Robbie. Right now she was one happy slut, and her very own highly adapted version of feminism revolved around being completely comfortable with her own slut hood. 

She knew she could be happy with Robbie. Then she felt a little nasty shiver. There was one thing that could make this even better. Sweet Lara. Lara kissing Suzanne while Robbie took her hard, and then sweet Lara licking and lathing her with love and cleaning up after Robbie had filled her up. That made her feel both nasty and satisfied at the same time; accepted, loved, and excited all at once. She wasn't sure if it was better to have Lara do it to her, and have her do it for Lara. But then, she didn't have to choose one or the other, did she? She could have both!



*******



Suzanne gave my nipples an extra little tweak, and kissed my neck. "I love you Robbie Roberts! Let's take a shower and go see Lara!" I was so very, very glad to be back at school. I only felt a twinge about not studying tonight, but I'd make up for it tomorrow. It took us a while to get all cleaned up and dressed and ready to go. It was cool out, but not really cold – sweater weather. My upper body soreness had returned, but walking seemed to help some. I had only heard from Lara a couple of times during the break – mostly about boredom and missing me. I missed her, and it sounded like Suzanne did too.

"Robbie, Lara is going to be wicked horny." I assume she had communicated more with Lara than I had. "She had a lot of frustrating dates in Colorado, but she is totally faithful to you and me now that Millie is out of the picture, so we just have to do our best to take good care of her tonight." 

I suddenly felt an unaccustomed surge of honesty. "You know I love her too, Suzanne?"

"We have talked about this, Robbie. I would think less of you if you hadn't admitted it to yourself some time ago. I love you both, as unlikely as that used to seem to me. I have never felt such love and trust with anyone."

It didn't take long to reach Lara's building. She greeted us at the door and she looked spectacular. She had on an apparently new red and white striped knit outfit that made her look like the most luscious wool wrapped and blond headed six foot peppermint twist candy I have ever seen. Oops! Candy. I guess I have to talk about that to both girls. I hoped they still felt "love and trust' after that. We wrapped each other up in a group hug and she and Suzanne traded "I missed you" declarations of accelerating sincerity and tone. Soon kisses and hugs became very active caresses, and Suzanne took charge.

"Lara, I have missed you, and you have been away from us much too long. I think you need a spanking. Go get your little bag of tricks and meet us at the trapeze."

Lara drew in a huge breath and smiled widely. "Yes Mistress!" and exaggeratedly shook her ass at us as she made her way into the bedroom to get her bag of toys: flails, restraints, nipple clips, etc.

Suzanne drew in a big breath too, and sashayed out to the 'erotic trapeze' hanging in Lara's living room and began adjusting the ropes to lower it slightly and make it ready for Lara's restraint. When Lara returned, Suzanne took control of her, stripping off the peppermint pajamas and tying Lara's hands securely above her head and her legs secured out away from her body with her knees about even with her waist. Wide open and vulnerable was an understatement. She took the cat o' nine tails, now apparently her favorite implement, and began smartly lashing Lara's breasts and thighs, making them instantly red. Might have seemed cruel to the uninitiated, but Lara's nipples got hard instantly, and her pungent pussy smell drifted over to my sensitive nose. She began to groan softly. 

Suzanne snapped the cat hard one last time, then said. "Look at you little slut! You know you need to be punished, but still your little pussy drips and begs to be fucked. Master, I think you should spank her." 

I walked around, teasing Lara with long looks and sideway glances. "She is a pretty thing, but she has been so bad. She is going to have to do a lot to make up for her absence. Listen up, slut! We are going to use you for our own pleasure, so make damn sure you don't come until I give you permission." I gave her ten hard spanks on each buttock, then caressed her tenderly, then spanked her again. 

Suzanne skinned out of her clothes and made her way up the trapeze like a circus acrobat, holding onto the chains well above Lara' face and putting her legs in a 'vee' with the apex right at the point of Lara's chin. "Eat my pussy, nasty slut!" Lara grinned openly and dove into her assignment with glee. 

I began to touch her legs, feeling the heat that still remained on the red areas from the Cat, and on her buttocks from my spanking. 

Lara apparently knew just what to do to Suzanne, who began to coo and luxuriate over Lara's face, hardly a punishment. I knew she needed a little pain to get ready to let loose. I reached into the little bag of tricks and got some heavy nipple clamps, showed them to Lara, and then put one on each or her breasts. I moved them with my hands, watching them tug and stretch Lara's nipples. She screamed, muffled a bit by Suzanne's pussy.

Suzanne looked down at the clamps, and smiled, then hitched herself up a little harder with a better grip on the chains and began to very frankly fuck Lara's lovely face. The grinding of her pelvis on Lara's jaw gave Suzanne a new sensation, and the additional motion of both their bodies swinging on the trapeze sent the nipple clips into a whole new orbit. They both got goose bumps all over. Simply beautiful.

I reached into the bag again and came out with one of the set of assorted sized burnt orange butt plugs that Lara had gotten Suzanne as a joke. It was no joke now. I marveled at Lara's incredible ass for just a moment, then put my hands up (ouch) to steady my aim and plunged my tongue into her butt. Several quick motions to spread my saliva a bit, and then I pushed to putt plug all the way in, and secured it with one of the little strap on belts that came with the set. She shrieked, again muffled by Suzanne's pussy, which was now totally dominating her mouth. 

I moved to the other side and began tenderly kissing Suzanne's tight little olive skinned butt. She turned and looked over her shoulder, smiling at me, then turned back towards Lara and continued her face fucking routine. As I got closer and closer to her perfect little rosebud, she cooed to me. "Yes, Robbie!"

When my tongue finally found its target, she made an even more sensuous noise, and said softly "Oh, yeah, baby! I like that in my butt!" I immediately took another burnt orange plug from the set – the next size up – that I had been holding in my hand to warm it up, and plunged it all the way into Suzanne's tight little ass. The soft "Oh, yeah" suddenly changed into very loud "Oh! Oh" and then a medium "Oh, Fuck" as their joint motions now impinged on two butt plugs, not just one. It hurt me, but I just had to raise my arms up and put my hands on Suzanne's ass – using my four fingers to gently caress the flanks of her sweet buttocks, and using my thumbs to press on the butt plug through its little belt, driving it slightly further into her. 

Suzzane dropped down a little, gripping her legs together around the chains and behind Lara's head, and began fucking her face almost brutally. I moved around just under both of them and alternated spanking their buttocks and tweaking the back end of the butt plugs. 

I said "Lara, you may not come yet!" and then "Suzanne, come on her face". She did, blowing out her breath like a snorting animal and rocking on the trapeze. Lara was a real trooper, as she redoubled her efforts, plunging her tongue into Suzanne even harder, the clips tugging on her nipples painfully as a result. Suzanne came a second time, then swung down in a gymnast's dismount and reached into the bag of tricks. She got out the biggest of the orange butt plugs, supposedly cast as a duplicate from a mold of some porn star, and then showed it to Lara.

"Time for an upgrade, you slut!" She moved the strap aside and pulled out the smaller plug with a resounding 'plop', plunging her tongue hungrily into Lara's ass, and then slowly and relentlessly inserting the new plug. Lara made a very interesting assortment of new sounds during the process, with the terminal one being a long and keening wail. 

I took it as my cue. I stood up on the little step stool that made it easier to get up on the trapeze and lined up my cock for entry into Lara's pussy. My upper body screamed in protest, but I had to use my arms to support some of my weight to get the ideal angle for my plan. I slowly began to enter Lara. She was hot and wet and already shuddering. Suzane mercifully adjusted the chains, dropping Lara several inches lower and allowing me to reach my maximum penetration. Lara screamed. 

Suzanne bent her head under us and commented. "I'm not sure you deserve that cock, slut, but you are sure getting it."

She began to tap the back end of the butt plug in Lara, sending shock waves I could feel on my cock. Lara made a funny little noise with each tap. Lara's Suzie signal sounded like an air raid siren, and I knew she couldn't hold out much longer. For that matter, neither could I. 

Finally I was ready to shoot. "You can come now Lara!" I said, and she drew in a huge breath and held it, then a felt a buzz saw Suzie ripping through my head as she came, and I did too. She groaned and pushed towards me, I groaned and pushed towards her, and it felt like a shot a pint into her. Every muscle in her body tensed up and then relaxed, and my upper body begged for release. I let go of the two chains and lowered myself off of the step stool, collapsing on the couch that was deliberately arranged with a perfect view of the trapeze. 

Lara began to chant "Oh my God!" over and over, and I looked up to discover that Suzanne was on the step stool with her tongue tenderly lapping at Lara's pussy. Suzanne made guzzling and sucking sounds, while Lara just kept chanting. Finally Lara had another big orgasm and Suzanne smacked her lips, then began detaching Lara from the slings and arm restraints. They both lay down on the couch next to me, and Lara began balling like a baby. We all three did.

Lara began to talk softly. "I love you both. I missed you both so much. I dreamed about touching you both."

We snuggled up on the couch, maximizing skin area of contact and kissing everything we could reach. I remembered a phrase from a church service I went to with Alley's family once. 'A peace that passeth all understanding.' That's the way I felt.

Suzane spoke up. "I love you both. I missed you so much." She paused for only a few moments, and then began to tell Lara the tales of her times in DC, beginning with all the details about who went to what party and who was wearing what. I almost drifted off to sleep until she started talking about running a personal ad and going on "Dom dates" with the guys that answered the ad. Lara peppered her with questions. 

She told us about the Blue Spot and how she felt at home there, and the bartender and Kimmee Blue the hot waitress with the blue hair. She told us about the woman in the dance store, then she told about the guy who jacked off for her again, prompting Lara to say "That's so nasty" and then she told the story of the egotistic professor and what she did to him. It scared me. 

Lara then went through her Colorado story of boredom and frustration, with Suzanne prompting her for details about the ski instructors. I almost missed the tease she threw my way, when she asked Lara if any of them were tall blond Austrians. Someone else needs a spanking.

Finally there was a period of silence. I left out all the stuff in England and the Middle East (for security reasons, of course) and I began my tale of Spring Rush adventure, featuring the theme of 'wild college days'. I stuck to the chronological story pretty much, until Suzane interrupted. "Do you mean water skiing Candy Matson, from the PIG party?"

I nodded and continued my story, leaving out some of the details, but including the visits to all the other houses, pledging UDP, and the gist of the threesomes with Orinda and Candy. At one point I thought Lara was whispering in Suzanne's ear. I ended with Orinda's announcement that after our wild Spring Rush days we were just 'friends without benefits', and closed with a reminder about how I was telling them all about it.

There followed a long period of silence that made me very nervous. Suzanne broke it. "Are you talking about Orinda MacDaniel? Smart, exotically beautiful and so black she is almost blue?"

I nodded again. Suzanne snorted. "You little fucker! I just met her. She is in my Eco 301 section this semester, and I have to admit she is hot." That sounded positive, didn't it?

Lara asked. "Is that the same Candy we saw in the photos from the party? The one with the amazing tan?"

I nodded again. 

"Is Candy a friend with or without benefits?" Lara asked. I was amazed at her reaction.

"She didn't say it explicitly like Orinda did, so I'm not sure."

Suzanne looked at Lara in a strange way, then changed the subject!

Suzanne began. "Robbie, let's talk about Nora."

That got my full and undivided attention. She continued.

"Lara knows I want to bring Nora to bed with us, but we don't want to overwhelm her and scare her away by going too fast, of course."

"Of course". Are you fucking kidding me? You two are both on board with me fucking Nora? Luckily I only thought that last part, not said it. 

"And as it happens, Nora has a very definite plan for the rest of the semester. She is a girl who know what she wants. She is going to keep us all at arm's length until Spring Break."

That's March. Hell's bells, the semester will be half over by then. The brain between my legs was on the verge of panic.

"She apparently has some major projects and papers that have to be turned in by Spring Break. But after that she wants to let her hair down a little. That girl is really coming out of her shell, so to speak!"

On me please, Nora, on me.

"She wants to spend the first three days of Spring Break having Robbie all to herself. She plans a trip to see the Alamo – has it all mapped out." Suzanne's tone was totally neutral. I couldn't tell if she hated the idea or loved it or what. 

"Then she is going to let Robbie cool his heels for a while as she spends the next three nights with just us girls, so to speak!"

Lara and Suzanne exchanged knowing glances. I was awestruck. Couldn't I at least watch?

"Then for the rest of the semester, before she goes off to grad school, she wants to take us on in any combination that is available!"

Hoo-Haa!

"Actually, she said Robbie convinced her she should do it."

Lara laughed. "Do tell".

"He said with her academic record and career plans, she was going to be in a position of promise and power wherever she goes. Since she is so hot, sexual offers, power plays, and sexually charged situations and negotiations will be inevitable. The real question is how well she handles it." 

Lara nodded, thoughtfully, and Suzanne continued. "So she needs more sexual experience and confidence. She needs to know beyond a doubt that she can take on and totally satisfy any man or woman, and that she is highly desirable and therefore always should be able to deal from a position of strength. Spending time with us will make her feel both confident and desired, plus she will learn all of Robbie's favorite tricks, giving her sexual power over any man if she wants to use it. That's some pretty smooth bullshit, Robbie. I have to give you credit."




My Only Talent Ch. 28



"It's all true, beautiful, that's why it's so smooth!" I said.

Lara looked thoughtful. "So she is going to approach her time with us with the same vigor, rigor, and thirst for knowledge that she applies to all her school pursuits?" She paused, we nodded. "Nora's going to jump up and fuck our brains out, people!"

Suzanne looked smug. "She's a great cook, too!"

I was so happy I almost forget that the Candy issue was unresolved. Lara had not, but she changed the subject again.

"So, Robbie. What's the latest with Millie and Jay?"

"Seems to be going well. The families are bonded, and they are planning to get married his summer."

Both of them looked incredulous. Lara was surprisingly challenging. "We better get Jay some cruel shoes. He may be too nice a guy to be hard enough on Millie to get her off."

I felt pretty good about that. "I think he can do that." I decided to not use the breaking a horse analogy with this audience, nor the staked out mare. "But I'm not so sure about the politician thing. He is on his own on that one."

Suzanne snorted. "That might be a problem. Can you imagine if Millie got an internship in the White House? She would get wet walking in the gate, and do anybody from the advisory boards on up if they just stood still for few minutes. She would make Monica Lewinsky look like a girl scout!"

"I was totally forthcoming with Jay about that. He says he has a plan."

Suzanne shook her head. "I sure hope it works!"

Lara twisted her hair like a little girl until she was sure we were both paying attention to her. I was reminded of Peggy doing her Betty Boop thing. I got hard again. 

Lara said, softly. "So I miss Millie, I really do. And I think y'all do too. I want to be at my best for Nora, don't you?"

We waited her out. She looked hot. "I think we need.....................another trainee! Sort of a 'practice squad' for Nora, don't you see?" 

Suzanne folded her arms together in front of her and looked like she had caught Lara with her hand in the cookie jar. "Who did you have in mind, Lara?"

She paused and looked back and forth at us. We both knew, but we wanted her to say it.

"Candy!" She finally said. "Does she have the right personality to be a trainee?"

I gave them the one additional detail about what Candy had said to Orinda. Lara's face got red. "Sounds like we will have to come down on her hard to get her in line at first, but I think she has real potential."

Suzanne got her Dom look on her face. "Robbie, will you give her our proposition? Total obedience and devotion to us for three weekends? Anything we want, any way we want it? Hummm?"

"I will speak to her. But I want it to be clear. I am the Master. Of you all!"

They both smiled in faux fear. "Yes, Master! Suzanne smiled down at my growing erection. "Are you going to be hard on us Master?"

I sure hope so.



*******



My Tuesday - Thursday schedule was a little less hectic than MWF, but force of habit had me awake early, and hungry. I felt pretty good when first I awoke – until I tried to get out of bed. Every muscle north of my belly button shrieked in protest when I tried to move. Saskia's Monday muscle madness, plus all my exertions for Lara and Suzanne's benefit last night, had come home to roost. Saskia had certainly been successful in targeting the weak spots of my upper body, which apparently was every muscle I had there. My legs were simply sore, but by comparison to my arms and shoulders that was nothing. 

I got out of bed slowly, planning every movement. Would a hot shower help, or a cold one? I tried it both ways and neither seemed to help much. Raising my hands above my head to shampoo my hair was torture. My normal routine of vigorous drying with a towel was out of the question. I rejected my normal tee shirt and opted for a button up one that I would not have to put on over my head. I sure hope this got better before Wednesday's 'full speed' workout. Ouch!

I stuck to the stairs instead of the elevator, but it was a real test of will. The cast of characters in the dining hall for breakfast was different from Monday too, and it included both Lizzy Faye and Orinda, seated together. I loaded up my tray (carefully) and sat down with them (tenderly).

Lizzy Faye was back in interrogation mode. "Well it's the man of mystery! Tell me, Robbie, are you dating my roommate now?"

Orinda looked a little uncomfortable. I just smiled. "She is a lovely young lady and I am proud to call her my friend."

Lizzy Faye was undeterred. "Friends with benefits?"

Orinda spoke up. "No, Lizzy. Just friends. Maybe you are projecting a bit, like the lecture in Psych yesterday mentioned?"

Lizzy Faye's face froze. Orinda had clearly struck a nerve. Interesting. I would pluck the same string. "Lizzy Faye, I do find you very attractive. But my social calendar is pretty full right now. Let's just keep it hold for now, shall we? Let the tension build and see what happens?"

Her jaw literally dropped, but she said nothing. 

Orinda piped up again, wide grin on her face. "Maybe y'all could do laundry together again?" 

Lizzy Faye kicked her under the table, and I made my slow and painful exit to brush my teeth and get my backpack. I had time between classes to work through some things and catch up, but you did have to be very prepped and ready to get your physics results complete during the allotted lab period. I felt pretty caught up early in the afternoon, and made my way (gingerly) over to the UDP house to see what was going on.

A bunch of guys were hanging out in the great room, shooting the shit: who had drop out of school for flunking classes, who broke up with who over Christmas break, changes of majors, one guy whose dad died of a heart attack, and two ESU SAE's that got killed in a single car accident on Christmas eve. Rumors of a new football coach in the offing, a sex scandal in the basketball program office, and a bunch of other apocryphal party stories of doubtful veracity. There was to be 'sock hop' style dance Saturday night at the UDP house, with attendance mandatory for pledges. The theme was rock and roll, ala the song "Saturday Night's All Right for Fighting" with open invitations to hot independent and unattached coeds very strongly encouraged. 

Oiler came out and joined the group, and I got him to help me with the first chapter problems from math, and solicited his commitment for a little more help in that course this semester. My 'pledge trainer' joined in and said he would send me an email with some links to UDP frat history and famous alums that I had to study for a test just before spring break, and told me the chapter's expectations for the prank that we 'spring pledges' would have to devise to prove our worthiness. Professor Lillehammer was rotating out as our faculty sponsor, and our assignment was to prank the 'new guy', Professor Red "Rock" Tappert. He was a computer science guy with a PhD from MIT who had been teaching at Virginia Tech, and ESU offered him a full professorship and a research foundation of his own in order to entice him to Austin. I was supposed to do a little research to figure out how to really give him a worthy UDP prank style welcome.

At this point my favorite cook came out and announced the supper line was open: fried chicken, mashed potatoes, lima beans, collard greens, and banana crème pie. I knew it was a good idea to pledge UDP. It already felt like home here. As I walked back to the dorm I even noticed that my soreness had faded quite a bit. I suppose I was ready for another conditioning session, even at Saskia's 'full speed' pace. Wednesday evening I had the "Honor Roll" reception at six, and Thursday night was the 'co-op engineering' reception at Lillehammer's place, and then the dance on Saturday night. Dates to make, but first to sleep.



*******



Dwight got the job, to his new supervisor's great relief. Buck's had a full bar, and Roger Sherman took full advantage of it, suddenly in a celebratory mood. He didn't order any food, so it only took two drinks for Dwight to consider Roger 'over-served' and the steely eyed bartender was looking askance at them already. He began to talk a little too loudly about their mission objectives, and Dwight had to remind him of the standard opsec protocol. Bucks was not a good place to get loud, and Roger was not a fun drunk. Dwight had ordered a burger and put it on Roger's tab. Dwight was glad he had abstained from the booze, and also relieved that he got Roger into an Uber to take him home. Roger could make his way back to get his rent car later – he seemed to come here every night anyway.

Dwight drove back to the little house he had just moved into, shared with three other guys, none of whom were home right now. He had lucked into the place on the physical billboard at his new employer when he went in for his first interview. It was expensive because it was so close to the Stanford campus (you could see the SLAC site from one of the balconies), but nothing else about it justified its cost. At least he had an off street parking space. He got out his laptop and began further research on all the people mentioned in his offer letter and all the other stuff that came along with it. He posted his acceptance and began to build a plan for who to schmooze. He had kept his language skills off his resume, figuring it might be useful to eavesdrop surreptitiously in Mandarin and Shanghainese around the break room. He doubted he would encounter many conversations in Italian or Serbo-Croatian, but his Russian might come in handy. 

It hadn't taken him long to move in – he was traveling pretty light on this trip, but he actually needed to acquire some more stuff to fit his own well-crafted legend. He had profiled a few of his target 'schmoozees' from their social media to learn their interests, and now he would look into their credit card records to see where they shopped, and when, so he could arrange to 'just run into them' at the right times and places. He sincerely hoped none of them played golf – he hated golf, but around here perhaps Frisbee golf was just as likely. Sometimes the credit card data turned up some interesting stuff – like weekly one night hotel stays pointing to an affair, or credit card balances climbing out of control pointing to a drug or gambling problem. One team of elves back at the agency was putting together a summary report covering all employees that summarized such potentially useful data, and another was looking into the company's vendors and investors. 

He was only thinking about Carmencita these days, but he read somewhere that when you are not looking for women is when they find you the most interesting. One next door neighbor at the house that he met while moving in was a receptionist at a VC firm on Sand Hill Road, and she was quite obviously trying to hook Dwight up with her little sister, and the cute young waitress at the bagel shop nearest the house had put her phone number (along with a big flowery hand lettered 'Have a great day! Lisa' on Dwight's ticket yesterday morning. Where was she a year ago?



*******



I managed to survive my trial by Saskia Wednesday morning, at full speed, but was much too busy breathing and hurting to snoop her Suzie. I did have enough oxygen during the workout to notice that two of the other class members were incredibly fit looking women, who were struggling like I was to get through the routine. While I was toweling off after the workout, I thought one of them said to the other "that's him" but couldn't hear anything else. Friday we were going over into the bowels of Belmont Hall to do some more testing and 'strength work' rather than such intensive cardio. Any change of pace was welcome. 

I made my way back the room and showered and headed out for Math. My diligence in doing and reviewing the first day's homework was reinforced - there was a pop quiz and I did fine, mostly because it was all stuff I had reviewed with Oiler last night. Physics and Embedded Systems were actually pretty cool. I came back to the dorm, recopied and improved my notes, and did the prep for Thursday lab in Physics. I texted Lara to make sure she could do the reception at the Lillehammer's, and told her I would call her tonight about what to wear. Since I knew both Lara and Suzanne had other plans for Saturday night, I decided to waste no time in going after Candy, and texted her about the sock hop dance at UDP, and that I needed to talk to her about something else. 

She replied right away. "More training?"

"Perhaps a very advanced and stimulating course. You have the proper pre-requisites, but you must make a firm and irreversible commitment to advanced learning for several weekends. I won't be the only instructor."

There was a pause. "Will you promise to be firm for me?"

"Very firm, both in the physical and the metaphysical sense."

Another, longer pause. "Let's talk at the dance. I'll meet you Saturday at UDP at 8."

My mental check list moved down to Sunday. I guess I had a date for Sunday, all right. With Suzanne and a married woman, with her husband there to watch. I wanted wild college days, right?

I went to the early dinner line, making sure to have a full feed before the honor roll reception, just in case the appetizers were sparse or bad. Dinner was good, and I met a few interesting new dorm residents in the dining hall, without even listening for any Suzie signals.

I put on my slacks and blazer best and walked down the hill to the stadium, having to detour around the north end to get around to the club entrance on the eastern side. The University club décor was Longhorn everything – wall paper, carpet, and memorabilia on the walls and in display cases, burnt orange and white serving trays, the whole nine yards. The Dean was there, and he even knew who I was (shock) but very few other faculty members showed up, and few students that I knew. The appetizers were just barely. I made small talk with a few people who looked vaguely familiar and was ready to chalk it up as boring and leave early when the Dean cornered me and introduced me to a tall woman in her 40's that somehow reminded me of Elizabeth Ashcroft Knowles. Her face was just as plain, and she was taller, more muscular, and with very different coloring, but her eyes sparkled like diamonds and her look was confident and riveting. 

"Veronica Tappert, Mr. Roberts. Pleased to meet you!" Suddenly a strong and raspy Suzie sounded, for me, and for the Dean, and the waiter with the appetizer tray, and the other three guys standing nearby. Whoa!

I was temporarily speechless. The brain between my legs took over and since the other one couldn't speak, and it ordered my arms to take her hand and kiss the back of it. The sudden connection made her Suzie signal seem so strong I felt like I had been Tasered by it. 

"Oh, Dean Gregory. I think I am going to like Texas a lot!" 

The Dean puttered off to make some more introductions. Talk was that he was about to be 'booted upstairs' into and overall university system administrative post and there was much speculation about who the new dean of engineering would be. Veronica took my arm and placed hers atop it like I was escorting her to a debutant ball, and steered me over near the window. It wasn't for the view of the soccer stadium or the snarled evening traffic on IH35, I was sure.

"I am so pleased to meet you, Mr. Roberts. I have heard a bit about you from my old friend Dorothy Lillehammer. As you may know, my husband is joining the faculty here this semester. He is very excited to be a full professor, especially at his age." 

I got that Suzanne vibe, and knew I did not even need to draw a breath, as she was going to be speaking for a while.

"I have been accused of robbing the cradle, so I might as well tell you myself, my husband is only 23 years old." She looked at me expectantly.

I couldn't resist. "What's the big deal? You can't be more than thirty!"

She shivered with delight, and gripped my forearm as if she was going to climb me like a tree. "Oh I do like you! Shameless flatterers are often delightfully shameless in other areas." She gave me a very shameless look, then she continued. "Dorothy told me a little about your 'special project' for her husband's class."

I wasn't going to walk into that one. I just smiled.

"Your girlfriend made quite an impression on Professor Lillehammer. It looks like we might share an interest. I provide my husband with a certain amount of discipline, balanced with excitement and certain incentives. I like to think that's one of the reasons he has achieved so much. But I am always looking for ways to make things better for us."

I had a sneaking suspicion that discipline excited her husband, perhaps among other things. I had an idea about how to find out more.

"I am sure you could provide a lot of excitement, Veronica." I said with arched eyebrows. She bit her upper lip and drew in a big breath. I then did my best to tune her Suzie channels for historical black box data and fantasy images.

No effort was required. The images hit me like a ton of bricks. Her husband liked to watch. Veronica liked to put on a show for him. They were very well matched. But she needed some Texas based co-stars now. Wow!

She leaned in even closer. "I know I am extremely plain looking, Robbie. But there is nothing else plain about me!"

Once again I put my mouth in gear before fully engaging my brain. "Veronica, I have a good friend that is even plainer of face than you are, and she is one of the hottest, most sensual women on the planet. From the second time that I looked at her face, and every time after, I see her as a beautiful total gestalt of a woman, not just her outer packaging."

She leaned against me as if stunned, then kissed me gently on the cheek. "You are an interesting man! Let's talk more soon. I have to go work the room now." 

She knew exactly where the windows and curtains were and the lines of sight to everyone else in the room. She slipped by me like a pickpocket and squeezed my butt for just an instant, pinching lightly with her fingernails. An electric current shot through me and my cock was instantly hard. What was I getting myself into here? What kind of pranks would her husband really enjoy?



*******

After a phone consultation, Lara wore a new outfit I had not seen before instead of the 'sex suit' that had made such an impression in Professor Lillehammer's office. I walked over to her building and we took my car, which was parked in her extra space, over to the reception. I stopped in the garage and just looked at her. The outfit was red, with a very modest high neckline that did less than nothing to hide her spectacular bra-less breasts underneath the thin fabric. From the waist down it was anything but modest, and combined two features I had never seen together before. It had slits running up the sides all the way from ankle to waist, flashing her legs whenever she moved, and making it impossible to know whether she had panties on or not. Then the dress narrowed dramatically to a little circle of fabric around her ankles. 

This had the effect of calling complete attention to her ample ass, and the way she walked in short steps inside that little circle of cloth made her ass move all the more tantalizingly. Her blonde hair was up, up, up, bee hive style, and she had on red five inch heels that probably should have had a 'fuck me' logo stitched into the sides. Red lipstick in exactly the same shade as her dress, and pair of long diamond pendant earrings that somehow drew the eyes right to her breasts completed the picture. 

She was almost seven feet of raw sex wrapped in a very pretty package, and if I let her walk down Congress Avenue she would have caused multiple traffic accidents. Watching her slowly lower herself into MY CAR was one of the greatest moments of my life. 




My Only Talent Ch. 28



A few minutes later, watching her uncoil from the car when parked across the street from the Lillehammer's house was even more fun. It was a very nice house in a fairly bourgeoisie neighborhood, and the guy across the street was trimming his topiaries in the fading daylight as we arrived. He ruined two of them before he just put the shears down and stared at her. He was lucky he didn't lose a finger. 

I knew this reception was not going to be boring, but at that point, I had no idea how unusual it was going to be....



My Only Talent Ch. 29



Is It Better When Her Husband Watches?

Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. The delay in posting this chapter and perhaps the next few may be ascribed to some unexpected turbulence and travel in the author's schedule.

*****

When Lara and I walked into the front door at the Lillehammer's, there were three big Suzie signal wave fronts: one of the 'female herd envy' variety from most of the other women there; a second massed 'male desire' signal from most of the men, and a single clarion 'I want it all' signal from Veronica Tappert. She really did: she wanted Lara, she wanted me, and she also wanted most of the men and women there. She was a much stronger sender than Suzie Packard from my old neighborhood ever was. Perhaps I could have heard her clearly even before Suzie made me feel so watched and nervous back in junior high school. 

It was no trouble at all to see her 'black box' sexual data history, or her fantasy channel - they were broadcasting so strongly that it actually would have been impossible for me to shut them out. She truly was devoted to her husband - in her own special way. He was totally focused on her - his only sexual interest - and he liked to see her with other people first to get him fully aroused. She plotted and planned to give him new and novel visual stimulation and not coincidentally, give herself some new and galvanically exciting experiences. 

What was surprising was the relative infrequency of their little shows. They only happened once or twice per year, although they were certainly easily seen as highlights in her record, and the rest of the time she acted as his academic taskmaster and Dominatrix, seldom allowing him any release at all. What was it she said about offering her husband discipline and incentives? Perhaps he only got some real action when he had completed some goal? Was that what she meant by 'helping him accomplish so much'? I noticed something else - each 'co-star' appeared only once - there were no repeat engagements. So far there had only been one co-star at a time, but Veronica's fantasy channel images made it clear that she had plans to go well beyond that.

Oiler had told me a lot of what he heard about Rodney "Red Rock" Tappert. He was a wunderkind in some of the obscure specialties within photonics, an engineer by training who at the age of 19 (while a very youthful PhD candidate) butted heads with the theoretical physicists about what was and was not possible in photonic circuitry. They initially laughed at him, but he was twice proven correct, and later advanced theories of device operation that explained the observed performance beyond previously accepted limits, and those theories had yet to be disproved. The physicists should have thanked him for providing such fertile new ground for publications and grant applications, but they still insulted him by saying he had 'rocks in his head' and naming the two new theories for the physicists who first tried to disprove them, rather than the hated (and now Doctor, and tenured full professor) upstart Tappert.

Lara quickly scanned the room and found the only person there she had met before; our host, Dorothy Lillehammer, and she made a beeline for her. She was standing near their patio doors with Veronica Tappert and a short, young looking red-headed fellow that I took to be her husband, the aforementioned Dr. Tappert. He didn't look even 23. I bet he would get carded at every bar in town, and his probably perfectly valid ID often challenged as a fake. He had a full head of wild and curly red hair, and enough freckles for any three people. His eyes were light blue, and blazed fire from across the room, sparkling and bubbling with energy. He looked like the guy in 'Napoleon Dynamite' with even redder hair and much bluer eyes.

We approached the trio, and Victoria's Suzie signal was almost painfully strong. As Dorothy Lillehammer made the introductions, Victoria could not take her eyes off Lara. Neither could Dorothy. Red, however, was not interested in the least. He really did only have eyes for his wife.

"I am very pleased to meet you, Lara!" Victoria began. "This is my husband, Rodney Tappert. Everyone calls him "Red" for obvious reasons. "

Lara fixed them both with a gaze. Dorothy Lillehammer took Lara by the arm. "I want to introduce you to some other people, and ask you a few more questions about the care and feeding of my husband." With that she laughed nervously and steered Lara around the corner and out of sight. I suppose I need to take up the conversation.

"Robbie Roberts, Dr. Tappert. Welcome to Austin." I offered my hand. He smiled thinly, and shook politely. 

"Hello Roberts. You are an engineering student and one of the new UDT members, eh? Dr. Lillehammer says he was pleasantly surprised by your grasp of basic math, and I hear your project management expertise is well above average, too. So, I have very high expectations for the scope and inventiveness of your prank. Amaze me, Mr. Roberts! Surprise and impress me. If you can, that is. " 

Emphasis on the 'if' and 'you'. My first tendency had been to like this guy, but now I found myself bristling at the condescending tone he was giving me. "I'll do my best. How long have you known the Lillehammer's?"

"He was an associate professor when I was an undergrad, and my wife was friends with Dorothy even before that." 

I waited to see if he would fill the silence. Finally he did.

"I tend to be pretty open and straightforward in my dealings with everyone, Roberts, although my style sometimes rankles people. Veronica told me about her conversation with you at the Honor Roll reception. How do you feel about pornography, Roberts?"

Where did that come from? "I sometimes feel overwhelmed by my roommate's obsession with certain porno websites. I don't find it as interesting as he does, but then he aspires to be a filmmaker."

"I find one and only one particular kind of pornography interesting: the live show kind that features my wife as the star. Anything else leaves me totally cold. But then she understands me completely, and she sometimes puts on a little show for me, just the right kind of thing to get me excited. I quite approve of this. I wanted you to know that, before you have further conversations with her about it. And don't forget: I expect a stunning prank!"

I paused for a moment as my inner punster twisted stunning pranks into cunning stunts and stunning cunts. Get hold of yourself, Robbie! "I will endeavor to amaze, you, Professor," I said as politely as I could manage. My inner voice ran on. Boy would I. Get ready for it, you conceited little prick! Maybe I could spend some time trying to listen to his signals instead of Veronica's and figure out his worst fears, and make them happen? Would they mirror Veronica's biggest turn-ons?

I moved around and took in the rest of the people here. I recognized a few people from some of my classes last semester, and two guys from the co-op engineering meeting, but most were new to me. There were some young guys (but no young girls) that I took to be recent grads, now employed, who were there to pitch prospects for their new employers. There were some older men and women that I assumed were there to recruit potential employees, or else they were professors I had not met. I heard my father's voice in my ear. Mix and mingle, Robbie. You never know who you might meet. Plus I want to listen for a little more detail on Veronica's fantasy carrier. 

While I mixed and mingled, I watched Lara out of the corner of one eye. Most of the guys ogled her, and most of the young girls hated her. But most of the older women were very cordial to her, perhaps thanks to Dorothy Lillehammer's introductions. Every time another guy looked at her, though, it got me a little hot under the collar, and a little harder between the legs. Between introducing myself to people I did not know and discovering our degrees of separation, I was getting crazier and crazier to nail Lara. 

About an hour later Lara appeared at my side and gave me a very hot look. "Hey sailor! I am looking for a cute guy to take me home. Are you the one?" 

Everyone thought I was giving her a tender hug, but I actually bit her earlobe and hissed in her ear "I am the one and only guy for you, Lara. You are mine!"

She giggled as I steered her back out to my car, with one arm twisted up behind her back. We made it back to her place in record time. I didn't waste any time with the trapeze or any of her toys. 

*******

Suddenly it was Friday morning, and the early alarm meant our first 0700 hours weight lifting session in Saskia's conditioning class rather than the dreaded aerobic routines of Monday and Wednesday. I dressed out and headed down to the dining hall for breakfast. About halfway down the stairwell, an email alert from someone on my VIP list sounded: Dr. Asa Weltschmerz, M.D., PhD. etc. I was invited to his 'brown bag' faculty lunch seminar at the med school next Tuesday, and I was further directed to bring one Dr. Saskia Grandael, PhD., as my "date". I read the particulars of the academic presentations, which meant almost nothing to me, as I went through the food line and loaded up my plate. At least I would have something to talk to Saskia about. 

My head was still down looking at my smart phone (guilty of texting while walking) trying to puzzle out what Asa's seminar title of "Volitional and Non-Volitional Neuro-Electrodynamics" meant as I made my way to one of the few open seats in bit of a fog. When I looked up, I realized I was seated next to none other than Jean Nancy Percer, who flashed her blue eyes in surprise, but sent no Suzie for me. I suppose I had to have my family's financial statements on file to get a rise out of her, but I wasn't sure they would meet her screening criteria. 

I gave her my best smile and then an unmistakably sexual leer. "Good morning, Jean Nancy. You look wonderful."

She smiled, a little self-consciously, but still sent no Suzie. I wanted to see how she reacted to someone who very frankly and openly wanted her, but upon whom she had no financial information. Nothing heard, Suzie wise, but she did put her chin up and stick her magnificent chest out a little. I vowed to keep working on her. Perhaps it would be scientifically interesting to listen to her Suzie with and without promising financial information. If she had two equally wealthy guys on the hook, would she send more Suzie for one than the other? Would that be her 'natural' Suzie rather than her pecuniary Susie? What about a wealthy guy who did not want to marry her? I stuffed my face with breakfast while trying to make some headway with her, then gave her a fond farewell and exited the dining hall, turned right, and headed down the hill for the bowels of Belmont Hall, Saskia's chosen venue for our weight lifting sessions.

I arrived right on time, entering the big room full of high tech machines just as Saskia began taking folks in alphabetical order and setting them up at their assigned stations on individual lifting machines, attaching a clip of some kind to their ear, and giving them specific instructions as to speed and number of reps to be completed in their exercise. Since Roberts was a ways down the alphabet, I had a few moments to gather my wits about me. I noticed the ear clips had little antennas on them, and that a section of the large screen display on the wall lit up as each person began their workout. Data collection with microcontrollers - human physiology edition. 

Suddenly it was my turn - high speed, mid resistance free weight curls, 30 in 45 seconds or less, 4 sets of, with a 15 second rest in between sets, and I was to look up at and note my heart rate as displayed on the monitor at the end of each set. Saskia danced off to the next victim, er, ah, student, and the world began to blur around me. Lots of frantic motion and gulpy breathing ensued and my heart rate soared, and the display screen was now full of moving graphs and numbers. In a few minutes we all moved one machine counterclockwise, and each told the new occupant of our 'station' what to do. Then the whole process started over again, with even more grunting, gulping and breathing. Then it repeated, again and again, like a hyperactive game of musical chairs. 

Forty five minutes later, my heart rate was just as high as during the aerobic work, and I was breathing like the little engine that (maybe) could. I had fared better than most - a few dropped out of the rotation. Saskia led us all in a little cool down dance, and then mercifully announced we were free until Monday's class. Every else fled immediately, but I walked up and fell into step with Saskia.

"I wanted to ask you to lunch next week, Saskia. Actually I have been virtually ordered to."

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea, Roberts. I don't like to be overly familiar with my students." She gave me a challenging look. 

I put my lips so very close to her ear, and spoke so only she could hear. "We'll wait until the end of the semester when you are blindfolded and restrained before we get truly familiar, my pet." She gasped involuntarily, and sent a burst of hot Suzie. Hooray! 

I stood back up and spoke in a normal tone. "But for now, we are invited to a brown bag lunch hosted by Asa Weltschmerz, about something called 'neuro-electrodynamics.' Sounds good?" 

She stopped and looked up at me with total shock on her face. "You mean his lunch with the author series, with Dr. Augie?"

I held up my smart phone with the e-invitation on it. She stared, open mouthed. "Holy Shit, Roberts!"

I smiled. "So you'll go?" 

"Go? I would kill to get in. Most of the tenured faculty doesn't even get invited! Dr. Augie is on the very short list for the Nobel prize in medicine."

"Okay then. I'll meet you outside of the Greg gym entrance across from Jester Tuesday morning at 10:00 so we can walk over together. He wants me to stop by a little early for something."

She stayed frozen in place as I kissed her on the cheek and headed up to my room. I was certainly planning to enjoy the rest of this semester, especially Saskia, right at the end, so to speak. 

*******

The first meeting of my Linguistics class last Tuesday had been a walk - the professor was out of town. I did my running routine early without giving it a second thought. The second class meeting, Thursday, consisted only of the TA walking in, putting a URL for the class 'electronic blackboard' site up on the whiteboard in the classroom, and giving us another walk. I did my running early again. It looked like a major blow off class to me. I had chosen this particular section as the only elective that I could possibly fit into my schedule, and the professor was brand new to ESU so there were no course reviews or faculty evaluation data available. My problem was that it was now Friday afternoon after my last class and I was just now looking at the URL the TA had posted. 

There were of course reading assignments from the textbook, and I was already way behind. But then there were links to at least a hundred scholarly articles in journals both mainstream and obscure, and single chapters in a dozen other textbooks placed on reserve in the library. There was also a sign up area for 'study groups' to review and discuss all those materials. I smelled a trap. Just my luck to happen onto the only new to campus professor with the nightmare syllabus. I suppose I mustn't let myself get any further behind. 

My plans for tonight were pretty informal and flexible. Suzanne was playing soccer against a team of nurses at Southwestern University up north in Georgetown, and Lara was going to an evening make up section for a class she had to add late. They would let me know when they finished up and see if we could get together later at Lara's. I started on the linguistics textbook chapters. I usually read pretty fast, but this stuff was really dense. I made one pass through what was assigned for this week and then took a break to go down to dinner to make sure that my brain was properly fueled before I continue my formal introduction to the study of language. 

I was surprised to find both Kevin and Orinda already in line, relatively close to each other. The dining hall was pretty crowded and as I greeted them and joined the line we all just kind of fell in together and ended up sitting at the same table. I tried to get them talking to each other. 

"Orinda, did you know Kevin is casting his first film?"

She was way ahead of me. "His whole damn RTF class is doing that, Robbie. I have already been offered two roles: Queen Nefertiti and Cleopatra. I turned them both down. Too damn old hat and predictable, not to mention the damn type casting thing."

Kevin didn't miss a beat. "My film is decidedly different: high camp science fiction parody. I am casting for the role of a straight-laced Vulco-Romulan Star Fleet officer who saves the Enterprise by seducing the villain but then due to post traumatic stress develops a sex addiction problem and becomes a frantic interspecies nymphomaniac. You would be perfect!"

Orinda looked fascinated. "You can't mean Lieutenant Saavik?" Who knew Orinda was a Star Trek nerd? Certainly she had to be the most beautiful one that ever lived. 

Keven launched into the rationale for his parody and the major scenes. I thought it sounded like bullshit, but Orinda apparently liked it. 

She suddenly interrupted him. "Would I have to appear nude, or do sex scenes?"

"You can if you want to, but you don't have too." She looked skeptical, but Kevin went on to explain his production design, shooting XXX, X and R rated versions simultaneously and then editing three different final cuts. "I can find a body double for the XXX scenes, or I can make sure that your face is always obscured in the final cut of any explicit scene. But I have to tell you, I am never going to find a suitable body double for you. Your ass is spectacular, my dear. I'll never find one that the camera will love like yours, and your face is even better."

I thought that would put Orinda off, but as usual, she surprised me by launching to into an obvious Hollywood style negotiation. "I'll do the R rated nude scenes if you use a body double for the X and XXX stuff, as long as I get full creative approval of what my character says and does." She looked at Kevin for his reaction. Poker face. 

Finally he spoke. "I need you to do the X scenes in addition to the R. I'll use a body double for the XXX. We can agree to the script before shooting, but I won't allow any changes after we start shooting." His poker face versus hers.

"Only if I get top billing, above the title, in the R and X versions, and the XXX version gives my body double full billing, to make it plain I am not in those scenes."

Kevin paused for just a second, then extended his hand. "Welcome aboard, Orinda. Robbie, you were there for the making of a star!"

What a bull shitter. But I knew there was no way even Kevin could make Orinda look bad on camera. Maybe it would get her noticed by someone who could really help her. It wouldn't help me with Linguistics, though. They began discussing the script in some detail. I excused myself and went back up to the room to hit the books. 

I thought Linguistics would be memorizing historical lists of dead languages and other dry stuff, but it wasn't like that at all. It was everything from basic building blocks common to all languages to what particular areas of the brain were currently thought to allow humans to develop and use language, and lots of debates about what part of the human anatomy did what. That was getting into Asa Weltschmerz territory, and kind of interesting to boot. I knew about bicameral legislatures from history class, but what exactly was a bicameral mind?




My Only Talent Ch. 29



I worked through the linguistics textbook again, and skimmed about a quarter of the journal articles. A text beeped in from Saskia, beginning by thanking me for the invitation to the brown bag lunch, and then offering me one and only one time slot for my weekly one on one training meeting with her. She did not acknowledge or respond in any way to my previous ribald suggestion of Thursday nights at her place, but rather specified Thursday afternoons after my other classes, beginning next Thursday. I accepted, set my alarm, and was promptly out like a switched off light. When the evening texts from Lara and Suzanne arrived, I slept right through them and all the nookie potential. Dummy.

*******

Lara finally finished her review session at Burdine Hall even later than she thought, and then trudged southward alone across campus to make her way back to her apartment building on Lavaca. She had to pinkie promise to attend each and every make up session before the prof would even consider letting her add the section, which was already officially full and closed, but she had to have it this semester to make her plan work. She pulled out her phone and saw a message from Suzanne saying her under the lights soccer game was running very late, and she did not expect to be able to make it to Lara's apartment tonight in time for some fun with Robbie. They would both be tied up Saturday night, while Robbie took Candy, their new prospective trainee, to the UDP sock hop, and Robbie and Suzanne were going to their Sunday dinner with Strelsa and Günter for their 'swap fest', as Lara called it when she teased Suzanne about it. 

Lara was still on a natural high from having Robbie all to herself all night after the reception at the Lillehammer's. He had fucked her brains out, and she liked it. Before Robbie, that phrase was just a concept for her, but now she knew exactly what it meant, and she wanted it again. They were having a slumber party at her place next weekend, either Candy's first training weekend, or with just the three of them. She focused on her long term plans, and why she had changed her degree plan and class schedule. Stick to the plan girl, and make it work. She made a grilled cheese sandwich for herself, and curled up with her new syllabi. They were as effective as a lullaby, and she fell asleep thinking about Robbie.

*******

Dwight was making progress in his California corporate counter intelligence assignment, despite the meddling of his worry wart supervisor, Roger Sherman. The C-level executive team at his new company had been assembled hastily, with many of the hires being made by the VC firm that had led the investment round rather than the new, first time scientist/CEO. That usually meant they each had great resumes on paper, but may or may not have the team chemistry that would be required to succeed. At least he had names for them all now, and could begin his in depth research. In Dwight's job as a coder, he would normally not meet most of them, but he had to make a special effort to meet them face to face in addition to learning everything he could online. His first roadblock was the new 'digital strategist' who had taken over all their social media accounts to make sure they projected the proper image to the investment community.

The company was mostly marketing itself for further investment right now, and not to potential customers, but Dwight knew that would have to change, and soon. The CEO was a mathematical physicist in his late forties who apparently had great familiarly with the algorithms that made the company software tick, but knew almost nothing about the people who would actually use the product, nor commerce in general. The biggest team the new CEO had ever managed before was two other post docs on a piddling NSF grant. Dwight saw some real trouble ahead, even absent any problematic foreign intelligence penetrations.

He was spending Friday evening at work setting up his new office properly, which thankfully let him dodge dinner with nosy Roger and also gave him the opportunity to snoop some of the networks and facilities he would need to burrow into. It also let him know who else worked late and why. The uniformed janitor that came in to empty the wastebaskets paid no attention to Dwight and spoke rapid Manila style Tagalog into his telephone while he worked, and Dwight could follow well enough to glean he was arguing with his wife about whose turn it was to go grocery shopping after work tonight, not distributing secret company information. The new marketing director, who reported to the high flying VP CMO and probably did all the real work, was still in her office down the hall with the door closed. It only took Dwight a few moments inside the company network to surreptitiously activate the webcam in her tablet, and learn she was revising and rehearsing a marketing strategy pitch for the next BOD meeting. Dwight copied the pitch and all her Skype contacts while he was at it. According to her speaker notes, the main points of the presentation had been dictated to her over the phone by the CEO, who fancied himself a marketing genius, but it was just awful. Dwight felt sorry for her. She had to make it good, and factual, and still make the CEO think it was all his idea.

Dwight had carefully crafted his at work personae: very bright, nerdy but approachable, and sexually metamorphic. He wanted people to puzzle over his orientation, and wonder whether he was coming on to them or just being naively open and friendly. The marketing director was going to be his first test of how effective it was. He quickly reviewed in his mind his dossier on her and then banged on the door. She opened it immediately, appearing simultaneously surprised and irritated. 

"Hello, Miranda." He slipped past her through the door. "Nice office. I'm Dwight Dewitt, but everyone calls me DD. Seems we are both burning the Friday night oil. I'm going to order some Thai for dinner. Can I recruit you as my partner in crime?"

She relaxed a little. "Miranda Lassiter. People usually call me ML." When she opened the door she had planned to dismiss him as soon as she could, but she was struck by the coincidence of their common liking of Thai food, and she was hungry. 

It was no coincidence. Dwight had analyzed all her expense account credit card receipts for the last two jobs she had, and she had some clear preferences. He started his sell job, talking a mile a minute. "I just moved here from Austin, so I am learning the takeout lay of the land. The place that looks best on Yelp closes after lunch, but I found one place I want to try that has Po Tak soup and pumpkin curry shrimp. Okay?"

She smiled. Perfect choice.

*******

Saturday morning found me unusually horny after my celibate Friday night. Filled with new resolution, I jumped out of bed and almost fell down again. Saskia's weight lifting session had generated a lot more soreness than the aerobic sessions ever had. My chest and shoulders were silently screaming and probably had a temperature several degrees higher than the rest of my body. My whole upper body felt funny and a little off balance. Not a good start for the dance tonight.

Going down to eat breakfast loosened me up enough to encourage me to get my sprinting done. I changed into my running togs and hit the track. I must have slept thought some really noisy parties due to my early bedtime last night - there was almost no one else around. My upper body still felt heavy and out of balance with respect to my legs - it was weird. I made an extra effort on my final two sprints and got a real burn, and almost a runner's high, but still very different from long distance running. I took a shower and put on my best 50's style Levi's 501 jeans with a white cotton tee shirt and some retro all black Converse All Stars, the uniform of the day for a sock hop, and headed over to the UDP port to hang out and catch an early lunch.

Oiler was in the great room along with Cisco and some of the other guys. One of the most amazing things about joining UDP was getting to know a few of the guys better, and some of the very surprising things I learned about and from them. Oiler, in addition to his mathematical ability and gear head engineering bent, was a budding spiritualist, taking Gretchen on dates to séances and paranormal investigations. I thought he would be a skeptic - actively denouncing such things, but he was 'reserving judgment' and 'gathering data'. Gretchen was actually more skeptical than he was, but said the new events were more fun than the monster truck rallies and car stereo dB contests they would otherwise be going to. 

Cisco and Mei Ling were a real hoot as a couple. Mei Ling did a killer imitation of the "Me So Horny!" Vietnamese hooker in that Full Metal Jacket movie, complete with black leather skirt and red halter top, although thankfully she dispensed with the dangling cigarette. After she wore the outfit to a 70's themed party at UDP, it became her code phrase for telling Cisco 'let's get out of here'. When she had a few drinks, she would also whisper things like "Hey GI Suckee Fuckee Two Dorrah" to him. He said they knew it was horribly politically incorrect, but it got them both hot as hell. I suppose Mei Ling could just beat up anybody who objected. Suzanne said she was at first worried that having a steady guy might take the edge off of Mei Ling's martial arts mastery, but the opposite was true. She was now totally relaxed, confident and grounded and so she reacted purely on her training and instinct, not emotionally. She was much more effective than ever before. 

The biggest surprise of all was my old junior high buddy Ralph. He was kind of the quintessential nerd in junior high, and he had changed a lot since my then memories of him. His ego was now ascendant, but I suppose having two girls as hot as Big Liz and Little Marilyn in your bed at the same time several nights a week would make any guy a lot more confident. His immersion in the ESU physics department just confirmed his sense of belonging and self-worth, totally making up for not getting the full ride at Cal Tech, and gave him ample objective evidence that he was a player, intellectually speaking. He also had some interesting hobbies. He had moved from the dorm to the UDP house for this semester, filling his small room with his humongous collection of vinyl LP records, a turntable, and an 'Antelope' amplifier with some wild giant black headphones. He said the room was way too small for any proper speakers. I had heard of some of the artists, but none of the songs. He put the headphones on my head and cranked up something called 'Farewell Aldebaran' - I suddenly thought I understood what LSD was all about - but with fewer side effects, I hoped.

Ralph was a freshman, and like all freshman fraternity boys, he participated in a lot of sophomoric discussions. The UDP house variety was a little different than most, though. The average IQ was at least two standard deviations above the mean (for college students, not just the entire population as a whole), and people like Ralph and Oiler actually understand some of the things most people just talked through their ass about, like cosmology and quantum physics. I usually just listened and tried to keep up. This morning, I sat down in the great room just as another wide ranging discussion was starting.

"The next generation of solid state storage will put 32 terabytes of data on a little USB stick, not just 32 gigabytes." Oiler opined.

"Pretty good density" said Cisco. "I hear DNA based storage is the next breakthrough beyond that."

"The human brain beats them all, especially mine." Ralph chimed in, accompanied by a chorus of groans. "That 90% of the brain that most people never use is probably a giant FPGA and memory store, plus maybe a QID."

Oiler looked thoughtful. "Quantum Interference Device, eh? I thought that required liquid nitrogen chillers and exotic materials."

Ralph was just getting warmed up. "At the current crude level of technology, maybe. But we know that enzymes can easily carry out reactions at body temperature that need much higher or lower temperatures otherwise. And some theorists believe that the brain might be capable of functioning as a quantum computer, carrying out things like spooky action at distance, and perhaps directly manipulating the quantum state of individual atoms, which might provide a scientific explanation for telepathy, telekinesis, and clairvoyance."

Oiler sat up. "Edgar Cayce was a QID?"

I couldn't resist chiming in. "I have been invited to a seminar on Quantum Neuro-Electrodynamics."

Ralph and Oiler both dropped their jaws in shock. They were lucky there were no flies buzzing around. Ralph, as usual, spoke first. "Right Robbie, sure you are. Just who is speaking at this event?"

"Dr. Augie, and a few other folks."

"You're kidding! That guy is the new Roger Penrose. I don't think anybody in the physics department even knows he is coming. How in the hell did you get invited?"

I yawned. "It's at the med school. One on my football buddies over there sent me an invite. I even get to bring a date!" I casually displayed the e-vite my phone. "I am taking a really fantastic PhD physiologist post doc that I know. Maybe a seminar like that will get her all hot?"

Oiler laughed. "It takes all kinds to make a world, doesn't it, Ralph?"

"Will wonders never cease? Let us know if you understand a word that is said Robbie!" They both guffawed. 

Laugh all you want, guys. I might not understand the physics, but maybe I understand how to do the deed. Maybe that was how my Suzie Signal receiver worked, and why Asa Weltschmerz invited me. I would have to remember to keep my ears open and my mouth shut.

The announcement of the noon meal broke up the discussion. Lunch was a make your own sandwich buffet out by the pool designated as a 'mixer' with a sorority. Attendance was excellent on both sides. Ah, the rites of spring. I got in the spirit of things and had my lunch poolside without my tee shirt, and besides evoking a few Suzie signals from some of the new sorority hotties, I noticed that even the girls that didn't send any Suzie were still checking me out a little more than usual. What's up with that? 

After lunch the spring pledge group was pressed into service setting up the decorations for the 'sock hop', and that gave us the opportunity to discuss our planned prank. Somehow I was designated as prank leader, and I realized that I would have to design a two level prank plan - one for public consumption and one for the sexually charged surprises I had promised myself to give the little prick, er, ah, I mean, our honored professor and his wife. Based on their history, I would only get one shot (so to speak) at the lovely and exhibitionistic Veronica Tappert, and I needed to make it unforgettable for us all. If I could somehow maximize her excitement and his humiliation it would be doubly perfect. I listened to several conversations while we worked on the decorations, and an idea struck me.

The SXSW conference was coming up, with lots of people coming to town and lots of events filling the hotels, clubs, and restaurants. One of the popular charity fund raising schemes was a series of public (and usually videotaped) 'arrest warrants' where the local sheriff and constables would publicly arrest local politicians, executives and visiting celebrities and philanthropists and release them only after they had donated to the proper charitable cause. This could be phase one and our public cover story, but I needed to get really creative for phase two.

By this time the decorations for the sock hop were ready with plenty of time to spare, and the DJ was setting up and testing his sound gear. More importantly, dinner was served. I ended up sitting with three of the sorority mixer girls, two freshman and a sophomore, and two UDP seniors. The food was very good, the girls were pretty but sent no Suzie for me, and the conversation was mildly interesting. I started listening distractedly while I thought about Candy's training plan, but I soon got more involved.

One of the freshman girls from my table asked me to dance, and we threw off our shoes and sock hopped to Chubby Checker doing the Twist. Although the girl sent no Suzie for me, she was attractive and a very good dancer, and I was a little miffed when someone else cut in. I moved over closer to the refreshments tables, where there was beer, UDP punch, and fruit juice and Diet Coke for the non-drinkers. UDP punch did not have the reputation that preceded ZZZ Instant Stripper, but it was an effective inhibition reducer. I positioned myself so I could watch both outside doors for Candy's entrance. 

My attention was soon drawn to a young lady that was definitely not Candy. She was standing between the refreshments table and the dance floor, watching the dancers and moving her feet a bit, holding one of those little cans of pineapple juice. She was not classically beautiful, to say the least. She was short, with plain brown hair cut short. Very short. My sister once had her hair dyed in a strange trendy new salon, and owing to some sort of adverse chemical reaction, it turned several different weird colors and twisted itself up in strange and unattractive ways. She went back to her trusted old colorist, and the diagnosis was death. They had to cut it all off at the roots and start over. Her hair was very short for the next few months, and she did find it convenient, because she could just shower and towel off and be done with her hair. Perhaps this was the motivation behind this girls cut. I assumed that it if it was some sort of radical lesbian statement, she would not be tapping her toes at our mixer.

Then she turned and glanced in my direction, and my heart skipped a beat. Plain brown, almost yellow eyes, but with sparkling starbursts and laser highlights. Swirling twirling complex light patterns sent a message to those lucky enough to be able to read it: there was a lot going on between her ears. She glanced at me and a pulsing Suzie signal bloomed out and dominated my senses. It was hot, almost coherent, and all for me. My pledge training routines kicked in and I approached her in my UDP Ambassador mode, extending my hand.

"Hi, I'm Robbie Roberts. Thanks for coming to our mixer!"

She stared at me wide eyed, then recovered, affecting a wide smile and a vigorous handshake, looking me right in the eyes and moving a step closer. "Jerri Hart, from Hallsville, Texas. Pleased to meet you."

It was every bit as much a rehearsed stance and canned comeback as my introduction had been. I smiled, but not too lecherously, I hoped. "Let me guess. You were a cheerleader, or a 4H hostess?"

She smiled shyly. I was enchanted. "Girl's State Delegate. I got to be the faux lieutenant Governor for a week, and had to introduce myself to everyone over and over. That little routine became a stereotyped reflex, I am afraid."

Hallsville was in East Texas, just west of Shreveport, Louisiana along the IH20 corridor between Dallas and Atlanta. "Well, as stereotypical intros go, it was quite charming." She smiled again. I found I very much liked making her smile. I looked her over from close up. She was thin. Very thin. Just a step up the nutritional ladder from photos of labor camp survivors. She was about a 1.7 on the Purina chart my grandmother had taught me to use in evaluating dogs. Her muscle mass was just meeting minimums, but there was no discernable fat anywhere. Was she an anorexic?

"How long have you been in Austin" I asked.

She ducked her head and gulped. "Well, I started school two years ago, but I missed a year and half due to..." She paused, as if deciding how to finish the sentence, "Health issues. So now I am back trying to catch up."




My Only Talent Ch. 29



That probably explained the emaciated body. I hoped she was well on the road to recovery. "Would you care to dance?"

She did a double take like that was the last thing she expected to hear, then rallied and said yes. She put her little juice can down on one of the trays near the wall, and took my offered hand as I walked her towards the center of the room. Just as we reached a spot where we could dance, the DJ faded down Buddy Holly's "Oh, Boy" and brought up Johnny Mathis "Chances Are", perhaps the slowest and clingiest 50's dance tune there was. I didn't give her a chance to back out due to the music switch, taking her in my arms and moving to the music in my best ballroom dancing class style. She followed beautifully, light as a feather, almost literally, in my arms. I liked it.

By the end of the song she was leaning on me heavily and breathing hard. That one dance had completely exhausted her, but her Suzie signal for me had grown stronger as her body grew weaker. I steered her over to some chairs against the wall and offered to get her another juice.

"Water, please." She gasped. I went off to fetch her a bottled water from one of the tubs near the punch bowl. When I returned, she had already bucked up a bit. I sat beside her.

"Sorry to flag out on you like that. I still get tired easily. But I enjoyed the dance."

"So did I, Jerri, and I hope we can do it again soon?"

She smiled. "Perhaps, but not tonight. It looks like one is my limit."

My disappointment lasted only a few seconds, though, because I spotted Candy making her entrance. 

Candy's outfit was like mine, in one sense. From a long distance away, it was blue jeans, a white shirt, and black shoes. But when she got closer, the reality was much more striking than that. The jeans were some mix of dark blue denim and Spandex, the kind my mother used to call 'spray on jeans' when girls wore them to her accounting classes. Even Candy had had to work hard to get into these things, and they left little to the imagination concerning her shape. They might also been called 'Commando' jeans, because I could detect no panty lines or trace of any underwear. Those kind of jeans were often low riding 'hip hugger' style, but Candy's went up high all the way to her natural waist at the level of her navel, tight as a coat of paint. 

She had on black mid-calf length boots with moderate heels, and matching narrow black belt with a silver and turquoise buckle. The thin belt made it plain that there was nothing underneath it save jeans, muscle and skin, and when she turned to move through a few standing groups, I could see that it also highlighted the upside down heart shape of her perfect ass. The music continued, but the conversations stopped as Candy strode toward us. Some massed male desire signals sounded, along with the expected female herd envy. Jerri's arm was still next to mine, and I felt her pulse, her heart rate still wound up from the exertion of the dance.

Finally Candy got within a few feet and I could see yet another reason for the reaction to her. Her white shirt was not a plain and almost opaque thick cotton loose cut tee like mine, but a sleeveless number in high tech stretch fabric: thin, tight, translucent, and form hugging. Her dark tan shown though like the shirt was almost not there, and the inverse bikini area of her breasts that were untanned were like bubble gum pink beacons in the night, surrounding her naturally bronze nipples. You could see every bump on her nipples, which seem to respond instantly the air conditioned breezes in the room through the sheer fabric. It was actually much, much sexier than if she had simply been topless. 

A frantic Suzie with raunchy overtones popped unbidden from Jerri, with nasty overtones of shame, overlaid with uncontrolled desire. Her heart rate raced again. I stood to greet Candy, and Jerri's hand remained attached to my arm. Candy noticed, and Jerri gasped. I needed to make some introductions, I supposed.

"Candy, this is Jerri. She was kind of enough to dance with me at our mixer."

Jerri was nervous, and reacted automatically, extending her hand. "Jerri Hart, from Hallsville, Texas. Pleased to meet you."

Candy was not jealous, she was intrigued. "Hi, Jerri, I'm Candy." She took Jerri's hand a held it, planning I suppose to stare at her until Jerri looked down. Jerri did not, and stepped a little closer. 

Finally Candy extricated her hand and she and I walked off toward the dance floor. I gave her the basics of her extended training plan for the next few weeks. She did not react well, initially at least.

"Whaddaya mean, more training? I thought I already graduated from your training during Spring Break!

"Well, that was like the three day introductory course, and you did very, very well. But this is the full on formal course, with two other instructors in addition to me."

"So, I would have to be with all three of you, publicly, like that chick that you paraded around the Halloween party on a leash, naked except for that little metal sex suit and some gloves?"

I nodded, and tried to think of something to say. Turns out I didn't have to.

"And I suppose I would have to do even kinkier and kinkier things in private? Be used in whatever degrading way you three can devise to get yourselves off?"

I nodded shyly.

"Say no more, Hoss. Sign me up, right now!"

What a woman.

*******

When I woke up Sunday morning, I knew two things: I was at least a day behind on my schoolwork, and I didn't even want to think about dinner at Strelsa and Günter's place later tonight. I put off any real thought process by going down to breakfast, slowly because I was still sore from Friday. The dining hall was mostly deserted at my normal early waking hour. Then, after I was full, I did the normal, rational(izing) human thing - I buried myself in my math homework, and didn't even think about dinner, nor the after dinner entertainment plans. Given my compulsion to forget about dinner, I actually concentrated pretty well on math. I worked my way through most of the exercises that I had problems with, moving all but two into the 'I understand it now' column. I wrote up my remaining issues for discussion with the TA at his next session of office hours. By this time, I could distract myself with lunch.

My roommate Kevin arrived just in time to join me for lunch. He was now frantically casting the rest of his movie, realizing that early commitments and early shooting would be the only way to actually get it 'in the can' and ready to turn in while most of his classmates procrastinated. He was ebullient at his progress so far, as he had found his female lead. In his rewritten script, the formerly logical and by the letter of the law regulation quoting female Vulcan officer, as portrayed by Orinda, was to become totally ruled by her emotions and compulsions and be a classic aggressive nymphomaniac. He was actively trying to recruit everyone he knew to play some part in his film, especially in some of the big orgy scenes. So far many had resisted, myself included, but he was having very good luck with students from the drama department desperate to build their resumes. His title was already awful, but any horny college guy I know would sit through almost any awful dialog just to see Orinda naked on screen for three seconds. Maybe his plan was coming together. 

After lunch, I rewrote my lab notes from physics, and went through the old test files that UDP provided - seeing which problem sets and labs were most likely to turn into exam questions and making sure I understood them. Avoidance can make one very dutiful (not to mention the effects of long induced maternal guilt while an adolescent) - so I created hand written thank you notes to the employers I met at the co-op engineering reception. Now what else can I do? 

My phone buzzed. It was Suzanne texting that she was downstairs and ready to walk to dinner at Strelsa's. It was only 4:30!

"Too early!"

"Nope, we need to walk and talk for a while before we get there."

She met me at the dorm entrance, dressed in a black skintight pantsuit outfit that made her look like a top shelf Vegas whale watcher who should have a billionaire or two in tow. She normally didn't need much makeup, but this afternoon she had gone all out. She looked amazing. Her jet black hair was up, her boots were tall, tight, and black, her brown eyes and perfect olive skin were shining, and her walk was strutting and commanding. Even now, I sometimes found it hard to believe she was with me.

We walked in silence for a while. I was certainly not going to start talking about our after dinner adventure. But I knew that Suzanne eventually would. "Robbie, my Animal, are you ready to really spice things up for Strelsa and Günter?" 

I supposed so. She could spice things up just by walking in the door. I, on the other hand, would need to make a concerted effort.

"So, Robbie, let's be specific, shall we?" She gave me one of those looks that really hot girls give really slow guys. 

Could she really read minds? "Tonight, you get to have both girls, while our poor frustrated Günter just gets to watch. There are some things you don't want to do, and some things you absolutely must do. Am I getting your attention?"

That got my back up. "Remember, Suzanne, I am not your sub! But you always have my attention."

She smiled and kissed me. "Good. As long as we know that, you can do the right stuff for both Strelsa and me. I want you to absolutely give her all your best efforts Robbie. No holding back, no inhibition because Günter is there. Do her like you do Lara, and like you do me.

I smiled and raised my hands, like I didn't know what she was talking about. She smiled too, but she wasn't having any of my bullshit. "Come on. Robbie. I don't know exactly how you do it, but you always seem to know when to zig and when to zag. When to be rough and tough with me, and when to be gentle. Very intuitive. I want you to concentrate on getting Strelsa off like that, the same way you do for me."

I shuffled my feet, and she continued. "One other thing. No anal, Robbie. Not tonight or later when you guys double team Strelsa and then me. She is not ready for it, and neither am I with anyone other than you. You introduced me to that, and I love it with you, but I need a lot of trust and understanding for that to happen, and Strelsa is going to be even more hesitant than I am. I know you will sneak in a few little feels and kisses here and there, but no real penetration, okay?

By this time, we were entering their apartment building. I smelled the fresh flowers in the lobby, and their fragrance evoked memories. The first and most striking was of Strelsa's pungent and pervasive smell of excitement in her first girl on girl experience with Suzanne while her husband Günter and I watched from five feet away. It had first made me think of exotic European sushi, if there was such a thing. Memories cascaded. My family went to Stockholm for vacation one year in the summer, and we stayed at the old Sheraton, a very American hotel right next to the Old Town section. But it had a very Swedish breakfast buffet - with several dozen varieties of pickled herring laid out. I was dumbfounded by the display, as in my whole previous sheltered life in Dallas I had only known there was one kind of pickled herring, and I had no idea that human beings would actually eat it for breakfast. I guess that was the closest thing to European sushi I had actually experienced. She smelled a little like that, but a hell of a lot better. 

Before that my memories of the then very virginal Strelsa were of our Austrian high school exchange student, blond, pale, athletic and tall. Different and mysterious, to me at least. The first Austrian I had ever met, and she seemed smarter and more sophisticated than the German farm girls that had proceeded her as exchange students at our Texas high school. The polar opposite of Suzie Packard. Suzie was dark, big breasted, aggressive and always on the prowl. She had personally deflowered dozens of my male classmates, and for all I know, some of the females, too, plus a few rumored coaches, teachers, and dads: both divorced and soon to be, thanks to Suzie. Strelsa was shy and retiring, slow to speak up, thoughtful and polite. Somehow, that made her all the hotter, for me at least.

It was the shy and retiring high school Strelsa that opened their door to our knock. When she made eye contact with me and then looked down, something in me popped, and a flood of images rushed through my mind. Strelsa walking the hallways, shy and with eyes downcast. Strelsa not knowing how to unwrap a tamale before eating it. Strelsa not sure when to yell at a football game. Strelsa looking hot but embarrassed in a bathing suit at a picnic. Strelsa putting her hand on Suzanne's head as we watched Suzanne going down on her on the couch in their apartment two weeks ago. Wow.

She ushered us in and offered us seats on that same couch. Günter emerged from the balcony, apparently having just stoked the fire on their little hibachi grill. The expression on his face was impossible to read, but I was sure I had never seen it before. I wondered if his internal dialog was something like 'Come on in, have some dinner, and then fuck my wife?' 

Then I heard a weak but buzzing Suzie signal starting up from Strelsa, like a little two cycle engine that was just barely catching and beginning to warm up. It went from coughing and shaking to chugging and then revving up and beginning to settle in to a smooth idle. Her body language changed with it: from tight and controlled with hands held close at her side to bold and expressive gestures with her arms. She was ready.

But first, dinner. The inevitable cheese dusted salad was served, and I had a Pavlovian erection. Were yellow tomatoes an automatic turn on for me now? The conversation turned around SXSW, Spring Break plans, and Günter's frantic recruiting efforts. Apparently rowing had an NCAA mandated national signing day in February just like football did, and the pressure was on Günter to close some prospects at get them to attend ESU rather than the traditional big rowing powers. Günter had to two highly rated 'probable signees' on the hook and he would be walking on eggshells for the next few weeks until those letters of intent were signed and booked. Coaching jobs were on the line all over the country, highly vulnerable to the whims (and perhaps sexual proclivities) of fickle 17 year old girls. 

He had already enlisted me to host a couple of his top targets, including Ms. Muffy McGunnigle, the legendary five star rowing recruit, with a tour of UDP and a 'mini-mixer' beside the heated pool. Other folks would take them all over Central Texas hoping to find what resonated with them. Günter wanted me to figure out if Muffy liked boys, or girls, or goats, or all of the above, and in what combinations, and make sure she thought there were plenty of such possibilities at ESU, rather than Asian girls everywhere, UCLA. Strelsa cleared the salads, and Günter brought in some sizzling medium rare free range bison steaks from the hibachi. Then Strelsa added the latest and greatest in trendy Austin veggie side dishes - Brussel sprouts, complete with toasted pistachios, balsamic vinegar, and blue cheese. I loved the idea. When I went through puberty, later than most, I developed some major food cravings very early in the process, well before my voice began to crack and change. I craved Brussel sprouts, Crimini mushrooms, asparagus, butter beans, fried chicken livers, tuna, shrimp, and pecans. I could not get enough of any of them, especially asparagus and chicken liver, ever. 

My gourmet cook and nutrition guru grandmother told me at the time that such cravings usually came from a vitamin or other biochemical co-factor deficiency, and said sometimes a growing boy needs some weird foods to become a man. She said my dad had the same kind of cravings when he was in his early teens. At any rate, the smell of the Brussel sprouts only served to recall teenage days and reinforce the erection kicked off by the salad course, and I began to notice every little move that Strelsa made. She was looking better and better with every passing minute. 

Suzanne was certainly enjoying her meal too, and cutting expectant glances at all three of us as she chewed and made happy noises. A couple of buzzing and very female Suzie signals soon made themselves again evident to me, along with an increasingly nervous expression on Günter's face. I suppose that was his standard 'our dinner guests are about to have a threesome with my wife' look. Soon Strelsa brought some kind of chocolate thing that was like a thick pudding with a cookie stuck in the top of it and then dusted with cinnamon and powdered sugar. It was very good - all three bites of it. I hoped that it had topped off my glucose supply to put my Suzie receiver in peak condition for the rest of the evening. 

Suzanne stood up. "I'll help you clear, Strelsa dear." She strutted and slutted her way into the kitchen, with a gait that was somewhere between walking and twerking. I realized that it was just about to go down, so to speak. The official plan going in was for me to get both girls, and I would, but Suzanne's manner made it seem like the real agenda was for the two of us to drive Strelsa crazy while her husband watched. I guess that would be okay too.

Strelsa and Suzanne returned, with Strelsa looking embarrassed, but she finally cleared her throat nervously and spoke. "I thought at this point we should move to the bedroom, which might work better for us tonight than the couch." Her Suzie fantasy channel suddenly burst out with images of my precious bodily fluids squirting on her. Very graphic, but it certainly did make the bedroom seem like a more practical venue than the couch. 

Some thought must to have been given to all this previous to our arrival, because the bed was turned down, there were several extra pillows on the bed (with pillow cases), the shades were drawn, and there were several candles burning around the room. A single chair was over in the corner right at the foot of the bed, near the window with the shades drawn. I guess that was Günter's designated vantage point. Oh my. 

He sat in the chair, leaned back, and tried to portray relaxed and open body language. However, his clenching and un-clenching hands and jaws did not fit in with his desired image. I felt some clenching in my abdomen as both girls sat on the end of the bed with a space between them and beckoned for me to join them. They say college is for learning and having new experiences, so here I go.

Suzanne smiled mildly at me, but her Suzie sizzled, as did Strelsa's. I decided to pretend I was back at one of our high school dances with Strelsa, and I kissed her. She kissed me back, and like she really meant it, too. Maybe we were both at the same dance. Günter might as well have been out on the balcony looking in, even though he was actually about three feet from the foot of the bed and looking on intensely. I remembered my promise about not holding back, and tried to put my mental blinders on and just focus in on Strelsa's Suzie signal. It calmed my nerves and gave me focus and direction. She must have been the extended foreplay queen of Europe, because she wanted it slow, gentle, and excruciatingly sequential. Austrian foreplay.

She must have known just what worked for her, though, because as I methodically tuned for maximum Suzie, she got hot. Really hot. Suzanne joined in, taking off Strelsa's little blue sweater and white bra, and beginning to kiss her left breast while I worked on the right. Out of the corner of my eye, I then noticed Suzanne doing a little strip tease for Günter's benefit, shucking off that black pants suit with her feet pointed about a foot from his knee, and coyly leaving only her red panties on. As she turned back to concentrate on Strelsa, Günter was afforded a perfect view of the virtually perfect Suzanne ass. 




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He and I apparently realized something at the same time, and it made him relax as it made me tense up. Next week, I would be watching him tap Suzanne, and she was teasingly preparing him for it. Little slut. Petite, dusky, and incredibly beautiful little slut. He let out a big breath and broke a little bit of a smile. May be he could turn his frustration into anticipation. Something clicked inside me, too. If turnabout was fair play, and Suzanne certainly seemed to think it was, I would just have do my best to rock Strelsa's world, and hopefully very visibly so. 

I began a slow progression of teasing and glancing through the panties caresses. She was easy to read and incredibly responsive, perhaps aided by Suzanne's dutiful kissing of her nipples, with the occasional cat-like lick of her underarm. Strelsa liked that, as her Suzie made obvious. Suzanne moved around with her head behind Strelsa's, and reached around her shoulders and cupped both breasts, caressing the nipples gently, but maintaining eye contact with Günter. Strelsa groaned. I tried not to. 

I pushed my tongue against Strelsa's panties and got my first taste of her. It was like a bomb going off in my mouth. I focused on her outer lips and visualized them through the light fabric with my tongue. She said something in Polish, and Suzanne laughed. Inner lips now. More tasty flow. My focus on her was now complete. I tugged off her panties and grabbed a pillow, propping her tight little ass up on it a bit to improve my access. When I put my face back close to her it was like opening a steamer on the stove top. Hot wet fragrance landed on my face. I loved it. I looked up at Strelsa and her eyes were glued to mine. I smiled at her, and then bent to my task.

Her light honey blond pubic hair, damp and fragrant, beckoned me to dally. And dally I did. Slowly, methodically, teasingly, and if I do say so myself, very effectively. Her Suzie soared, and she began to lift her thighs and push her pussy toward me. I could not see what Suzanne was doing, but suddenly sensed her moving up near the top of the bed. She had taken off her little red panties, probably slowly and in a manner calculated to inflame Günter, and then used them to lightly rub Strelsa's face. Strelsa inhaled deeply of Suzanne's fragrance, and her Suzie signal redoubled. 

Suddenly she came, with a wonderful squirting jet into my mouth. She tasted incredible. I made appropriate appreciative noises, paused a moment for her Suzie to settle, and then I started in on her again. Suzanne moved one leg over her like she was saddling a horse, and lowered her dark pussy onto Strelsa's pale face. Strelsa groaned and snorted, and then I just heard guzzling sounds. The lovely flow I was tasting increased a little, and Strelsa came again, just as Suzanne sneezed, signaling she had an orgasm too. Things were really happening tonight. 

I stood up, again making eye contact with Strelsa, as Suzanne had moved off of her face. I stripped off my shirt and pants, leaving my underwear on, and completely ignoring the fact that her husband was watching, and was suddenly taken back by an old memory. I was suddenly on a date in early high school, parked and watching the submarine races after taking a young lady to a movie, and desperately trying to negotiate for some desired action in the back seat. 

The young lady, who apparently later told people (including Strelsa) that we had gone all the way, had some much more restrictive actual rules for me that night. To be specific, she insisted that we both had to keep our underwear on. Since I was at that point committed to official celibacy anyway, I finally dealt down and traded up to reach agreement with her on a thorough but through the underwear 69 plan, which I enjoyed immensely, but I came in my underwear much too soon. She was ready to be taken home after that. But I didn't have to negotiate tonight. I just straddled Strelsa's face and tea bagged her, even though she was fully conscious and a fellow ESU fan. 

She inhaled like she was smelling a sea breeze, but it was actually a tee breeze - "T" as in testosterone. I was in orbit. She licked my balls, and she tongued my cock through my thin underwear, and it was 20 times better than that other night with that other girl in high school. Suzanne giggled, Günter gagged. I whipped off the underwear, and she took my cock like a wild thing. It was wonderful. 

I probably should have felt a little guilty with Günter watching, but frankly I didn't give him a single thought. Strelsa was guzzling my cock frantically. It was nice to be the object of pure female lust. She made eye contact with me, then reached behind me and touched my butt with one hand, urging me all the way into her mouth. Baby. She had no trouble taking it all. Those smiling eyes that had seemed shy in high school certainly did not look shy with my cock all the way past her lips. She hummed, then moved all the way out, smiled widely and smacked her lips, and then took me all the way back in. Oh my!

It may not have been completely mannerly, here in her bedroom with her husband watching, but I found myself grabbing her head with both hands and helping her set the rhythm. She, in turn, grabbed my ass with both hands and urged me to be a little rougher with her. She began slurping and using her tongue along the bottom of my cock. I soon realized I didn't want to come right away, and began to think about distractions. The blinds were closed, so I couldn't look out the window, but I suddenly found myself looking at Suzanne.

Suzanne was getting in touch with her inner porn star. She made eye contact with Günter, then glanced back toward Strelsa frantically sucking me, and then back to Günter. After a few more sloppy and noisy sucking thrusts, she moved back a little and then began using her hands to make sweeping gestures like the models on the TV game shows. Only instead of saying "A New Car!" as they swept their hands over the fenders, it was as if she was saying "My Boyfriend's Dick!" and "In Your Wife's Mouth!" as she smiled seductively at him. 

That hardly distracted me. Suddenly I could not hold back. I threw my head back and grunted, and Strelsa, not at all shy now, engulfed the head of my cock and sucked for all she was worth. Which was a lot. She pulsed the pressure with little modulated noises coming through her nose. I let loose, and Strelsa took it all. I wonder if Günter could see her throat move as she swallowed. Her Suzie flamed and screamed as she sucked me dry. I was never happier to be a sex object, and to have my essence appreciated so. 

Günter made a funny noise, and the look on his face was indescribable. When Strelsa made a loud slurping, gurgling noise on my dick, a complex expression moved across his face in synchrony with the sound. Strelsa came up for air, and Suzanne immediately swooped in and took me in her mouth, her little low excursion suck trick soon bringing me from half-mast to fully erect again. Strelsa sucked my balls as Suzanne worked my shaft, and soon John Henry lived here.

Suzanne sat back on the bed, pulling Strelsa with her to the right, and pushing me to their left and onto my back. Suzanne had thought about this, and maybe she should talk to Kevin about a part time gig as a porn scene director. She motioned for Strelsa to get on me, facing the end of the bed (and thus Günter) and she grabbed my cock and guided me into Strelsa. Strelsa shuddered and gasped. I guess this was also another first for her with anyone other than Günter. 

Strelsa had some very serious and invisible pelvic musculature, and soon she was vigorously milking my cook with her pussy. It's always the shy ones, they say. Suzanne had her lay back on top of me, so that her neck was right next to my mouth, so naturally I began kissing it, and reached around to cup her breasts. Her nipples were very hard, and her Suzie crowed as I caressed them. I raised my neck and looked up and could see the top of Strelsa's thighs, as her legs were up and spread wide, with her feet planted on the edges of the bed. They framed my view of Günter, who now sat leaning forward intently, chin on one hand, like The Thinker, looking on with a mixed expression. Thinking, no doubt, about how much he was going to enjoy doing the same thing to Suzanne soon. 

I saw Suzanne sweeping her hands around, and I imagined her smiling and saying "My Boyfriend's Cock!" and "Your Wife's Pussy!" She moved forward and to my left, put her face on Strelsa's abdomen, placing her right ear on Strelsa's belly button, and reaching up to stroke both of Strelsa's thighs. I put my head back down, tuned into Strelsa's Suzie signal, and began to tune for maximum pussy pleasure. John Henry was hard and pumping on. 

Suzanne lifted up Strelsa's left leg and ducked under it, getting onto the floor near the foot of the bed. I put my head up to and saw the top of Suzanne's head, and her right arm as she held Strelsa's leg up high and wide, to afford her access and Günter a better view. When I held my head at just the right angle, I could see a reflection in a picture frame on the wall behind Günter. 

Suzanne was still doing her Vanna White modeling bit, looking and pointing to the very spot where my cock was sliding in and out of Strelsa's steaming snatch. Everything got quiet for a moment, and I could hear the snicker snack squishing sound of flesh on flesh in between my breathing and Strelsa's. Then Suzanne leaned in and I felt her tongue flick around where Strelsa and I met. She then leaned back, turned toward Günter, and gave him a very soulful look. In my direct view, I saw his jaw drop involuntarily. 

Whereupon her reflection smiled, licked her lips, and blew him a kiss! The look Suzanne gave him would have melted ice from across the room. It plainly said "Your turn is coming." So to speak. Gunter made some kind of weird noise way down in his throat. At this point Strelsa began to groan and had another big orgasm. I almost lost it as she squeezed me and I had to stop thrusting as she clamped down on me like a Denver boot on a double parked car. Old Günter sure had himself a winner with this girl!

Suzzane was not finished with her cinematography exercise. She had Strelsa turn around and get up on all fours, facing Günter. Her face was only about a foot from his knees. I took the opportunity to bend down and kiss Strelsa's tight little ass, like I was sneaking a cookie while everyone else was looking elsewhere. It was firm and fantastic, and that was just her buttocks. She drew in a loud breath, and stretched her neck up and forward, throwing it back and sticking her hard nipples out toward Gunter's face. He leaned forward slightly as if he were going to take them into his mouth.

I was concentrating on Strelsa's Suzie signal and continuously updating my estimate of the probability of her desire to have me stick my tongue in her ass. The results were inconclusive, but the scientist in me wanted to bravely go forward and conduct the experiment. Why, hadn't I promised not to hold back? I had a duty to do my best. My hands spread those pale pink cheeks apart and I kissed all around my target, not touching it, but making it clear where I was aiming.

Strelsa said something in Polish, and Suzanne's head snapped back toward me. She gave me her patented look that said 'your hand is in that cookie jar, isn't it Robbie?' and l tried to keep my eyes locked onto hers as I gently licked Strelsa's sweet little pink pucker. Suddenly I was reminded of Kevin's story about some of the unusual staffing on porn shoots, including enema technicians and certain cosmetologists who specialized in bleaching assholes. I concluded that the lovely Strelsa did not need any work done, and I plunged and plundered her sweet little butt with my tongue. She repeated that mysterious Polish phrase three times, loudly. Suzanne giggled. 

"Tongue only Robbie, but give her all she wants!"

I was like a hunting dog unleashed. I turned one hand over and put two fingers in her sloppy pussy, and buried my tongue in her ass, tuning for Suzie all the while. She planted her fingers on the bedspread and pushed her ass back against my tongue. What a girl! I found her G spot almost instantly, feeling the oily and squashy little area against my fingers as I moved them glancingly up against it. When she was just about to pop, I gave my tongue maximum extension and leaned forward into her. She came, her pussy clamping on my fingers and her sweet little ass grabbing my tongue. Duty is its own reward. I waited out the pause in her Suzie signal, and then began again.

I heard Suzanne whisper to Günter, "He's French kissing her ass, Günter. Do you do that for her? I think she wants you to."

Günter gurgled, but I inferred that he never had given her ass the kind of attention it so richly deserved. 

"She seems to like it! He is putting his tongue in her ass. Isn't that nasty?"

Günter gulped and turned a little green. Strelsa came again, and then John Henry made me an offer I could not refuse.

I got up on my knees and entered Strelsa's wet and wonderful pussy in one smooth stroke. I was channeling John Henry now and ready to rock. Strelsa adjusted her legs a little and began to systematically meet me thrust for thrust. She was an incredible sexual athlete. I grabbed a handful of each ass cheek and shifted my weigh to maximize penetration, settling into a smooth 2 seconds per stroke rhythm and then accelerating. Her Suzie signal now occupied my brain, and I was in complete tune with her. I wanted to make her understand how great I thought she was, and my dick would have to tell that story.

Suzanne moved over and sat on the edge of the bed, and began to gently stroke Strelsa's chin and brush her hair with her fingers. She apparently wanted to move beyond choreographer and cinematographer and be the narrator too. "Isn't she beautiful, Günter?"

Günter teared up a little, and so did I. John Henry was not distracted at all.

"She is wild, wanton and lustful, yet totally open and honest about it, with you and with us. You and I are going to watch her come. Let's watch her beautiful face when she does."

Strelsa began to change her grip on my cock as I moved in and out of her. She maxed it out when I reached maximum depth, and released as I moved out. Then she gripped me hardest in the middle of the stroke and relaxed at either end. And finally she grabbed me hard just as I entered her, relaxed slightly as I moved on, and then gripped me again when I hit bottom. She began to sing some song sotto voce, with the volume low but following the intensity of her pussy's grip on my dick. It was a strange mélange of a mother singing a lullaby and an incredibly erotic song. 

Suddenly I reached maximum depth and her pussy gripped me so hard I could not back out. Her Suzie exploded, so loud that it short circuited my brain. My whole nervous system locked up and sent one signal to every muscle and nerve I had: "Come in her, Robbie!" This was even more intense than the feeling that Veronica Tappert's signal had hit me like a Taser. This was like grabbing the three phase 440V line to the electric arc welder with both hands and just holding on until someone turns off the current. Even John Henry himself could not resist this. I was in slow motion and my cock felt like a firehose that I could barely hold and aim. My blood pressure most have dropped to zero as everything poured out through my dick. 

When I woke up, I was sitting up with my back on the headboard and my head lolling around. Günter was still in his chair, leaning forward, Thinker like, staring down at the bed and completely oblivious to me. In between us, the two girls were grappling in an epic 69. Breathing loudly through their noses like racehorses, and succeeding in getting each other off in spectacular fashion. Once Suzanne realized I was awake, she put me to use in her carefully choreographed dance for her audience of one: Günter.

My third erection of the evening had achieved consciousness almost before I did, prompting Suzanne to smile at me beatifically. They laid me out on the bed, and both put their heads down near my waist, giving me a showy tag team blow job, mostly for Günter's benefit, it seemed. His eyes looked as big as dinner plates as he watched. But I didn't mind that either. Soon Suzanne climbed aboard my little train, facing the foot of the bed with Strelsa watching, touching, and occasionally licking us as Günter looked on. I got a wonderful view of Suzanne's amazing ass as she bounced it up and down on me. Ride 'em cowgirl! Suddenly I had an idea for Veronica Tappert and her husband's prank - the phase two sexual part. Funny how some ideas are hatched. 

Suzanne urged me over and took up her favorite shoulders down and ass up position that I normally associated with pizza follow by a doggie style pounding in the dorm room. But I had been assured I should not hold back, so I tuned out her Suzie and got into my nastiest personae - John Henry with a little calculatedly cruel BDSM thrown in. She was looking right at Günter, so I decided that he was going to see quite an expression on her beautiful face before I was through, and Strelsa could watch and learn too. 

I didn't have a bookshelf to hold onto like at the dorm, but I managed to pin her head and shoulders against the wall on my right. She turned her head to the left to maintain eye contact with Günter, and grabbed the bedspread with both hands. I discovered I could wedge my left foot between the bed and the night table, and then had a pretty good base from which to work. I grabbed her hair with both hands, and visualized the nastiest, roughest fuck I could give sweet Suzanne. She would thank me later, I was sure.

At one point both Strelsa and Günter stared slack jawed as I pounded into Suzanne. I didn't mind. Then Strelsa perhaps remembered the official mission plan of a threesome and came back over to the bed, and began a strange ritual that I would call sex kibitzing, not the verbal kind, but physical. She would look at us for a moment, and then put a hand on my buttock, or on Suzann's neck. Then she would move to another spot and stroke Suzanne's hair, then look at me soulfully in the eyes. It was at the same time awkward and endearing. 

Suzanne popped an orgasm and made one of her little signature sneezes. Strelsa had seen this before when the two of them were together, and the accompanying flow of fluids and waft of delightfully musky pussy smell seemed to pique her interest. She kneeled next to the bed and held her head at an angle, and then moved forward until she could see the action up close and personal. She pushed her head forward and held her legs at a funny angle somewhere close to upside down, but with one leg braced against the bed awkwardly. It reminded me of when I was a little kid and my dad tried to check the antenna cable in the old Fiat 850 Spyder convertible he was valiantly trying to restore. 

I would have been appropriate for him to learn to curse in Italian, as the little car was amazingly difficult to work on. Strange little metric screws and nuts were placed in cramped spaces just a bit too small for a hand holding a screwdriver or wrench. This was apparently a major design goal. Changing the antenna cable was a ten minute job on his old Mustang, but more than an hour of torture on the Fiat. He ended up with his shoulders wedged between the two front seats and his legs up and out over the little 'trunk' (which to my thinking was actually the 'hood' since the tiny engine, if you could call it that, was in the rear) so that he could get his head and hands in position to approach the back of the shitty little radio. Even with the antenna connected it still didn't sound very good. 

It was from this car that I learned all the old FIAT jokes like, 'Fix It Again, Tony' and 'Failed Italian Attempt at Transportation'. It did seem to need a lot of attention. In the Dallas dusty heat, the oil filter had to be serviced more often than at each oil change, and the electrical system was more like Luigi Volta than Thomas Edison. The fuel pump sometimes did not, nor did the fuel filter always, and the clutch seemed fail about every 1500 miles. My dad said that when everything worked it was actually fun to drive, but it was gone long before I was of driving age. 




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Strelsa, now adopting a similar pose, was naked and much more attractive. She was apparently trying to get her face close to where Suzanne and I were connected, and hopefully there were no wrenches nor screwdrivers in her plans. But then there was a tongue. Suzanne groaned as I felt little flicks occasionally land on the underside of my dick: Suzanne was apparently getting most of the attention. Suzanne sneezed again, and Strelsa, apparently coming out of her shell, laughed happily. Eventually I realized I wanted to come, and my uncooperative cock was apparently a little dull and desensitized from the prior action. I began trying to push myself deeper and faster into Suzanne, and the now adventurous Strelsa changed her spot once again and began kissing my butt cheeks. Bingo. Suzanne gripped me with her pussy's internal vise grip pliers, and I shot myself out for the third and last time. 

We all sat on the bed for a while and looked at each other with mixed expressions of silliness, awkwardness, and tenderness. Then Strelsa and Suzanne began giggling and talking in Polish, and getting dressed. All Günter and I could do was get dressed. We finally stood and made a few awkward goodbyes, and then they showed us the door. When the door clicked closed behind us, we heard Strelsa giggle and the booming sound of her body slamming against the back of the now closed door. Günter was making his Ramstein song noises again and grunting in tune. Suzanne began to giggle again.

"I guess we did spice things up a bit for them" I offered. "I hope he doesn't hurt her."

Suzanne smiled. "She has to be careful about that, and she told me how."

I started to ask what she meant by that, but she rapidly went on, almost as if she didn't want me to follow up.

"You certainly didn't have any trouble with letting yourself go with Strelsa, did you?" 

I smiled. "Both Gunter and you made it clear that's what I must do."

She tickled my ribs. "Tough duty, huh sailor? I bet you got a few high school fantasies carried out there didn't you?"

I smiled happily but stayed silent, for a moment. Then I asked her, "Won't you have a few checked off your list in the next couple of weeks?"

She stretched as we walked down the hall and started down the stairway, sticking her breasts out, and smiled like the Cheshire cat. "Perhaps I will, and in a much more sophisticated fashion than your earlier and very crass suggestion that I take on a dozen young firefighters, I might add. For someone who is so in tune 'in the moment' when you are with me, you don't seem to really understand what I want in the abstract."

Who the fuck understands what any woman really wants, abstract or concrete, I thought. Not me. Even my only talent doesn't help break that code. But I held my tongue. We walked north in silence for a few blocks. I knew she would go on, and sure enough, she did.

"That is the kind of thing a girl like me might think about, maybe even daydream about a little bit, but never actually do. Those trainees were cute, and in shape, and they certainly found me attractive, too, and the idea of a conga line of hard dicks ready and waiting for me and me alone is exciting, but there is no real connection. I do want to have some wild college days, and my clock is ticking on that, but I told you that I would have to play with them and get to know them for a few weeks, too, and build up some excitement and anticipation. It has to be with someone I know, and trust, and feel is low risk and high return. I have been toying with Günter now for a few weeks, and I think he is just about ready."

Judging from the feral looks he was giving her immediately after he got over the bewilderment of watching me do Strelsa, he was more than ready, and I had some bewilderment of my own due to come, so to speak. But Suzanne had more to say.

"But I have to admit you may have swerved onto the truth on one account, my animal. Two guys at once, as electric as it sounds, may not fully punch my fantasy ticket. I have been thinking about having three at once. The Full Megillah, so to speak." She giggled. "At least I think I would be full!" 

She giggled again. Too much information. "So far I only have you and Günter on my 'trusted cocks' list, but if I could vet one more, I might want to go for it."

On the good side, I was pretty certain she was being completely open and honest with me. On the other side, did I really want to know all this? What exactly does one say upon learning that one's best girl wants three dicks at the same time? Gee that's nice, dear? Thanks for letting me be one of them?

"One other thing Robbie. I was watching Strelsa tonight, too, and I am sure that girl has been thinking about sucking your cock for a long time. She had an absolutely dreamy look in her eyes when she finally got to do it. Remember that next week." 

But next week it was Günter getting both girls, and unfortunately the lovely Strelsa would not get near my cock, as I would have my pants on the whole evening. What good would it do for me to remember that?

By this time we were walking past the Chili Parlor on our right, and approaching Lara's building just south of campus. "Walk me on over to my car, would you Robbie? I need to go home and get ready for my Monday class meeting."

After a perfunctory kiss, I watched her drive away, as controlled and carefully as she always did. Seemed ironic to me.



My Only Talent Ch. 30



Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. 

*****

Oh, I Can't Go For That! No Can Do!

I wish I could say that I slept like a baby Sunday night after our second 'swap fest' (as Lara had dubbed them) with Suzanne at Günter and Strelsa's apartment. I was exhausted, and I certainly slept deeply, but that meant dreams. Not happy, puffy bouncy baby boy dreams, nor early adolescent flying dreams, but rather the disconcerting almost nightmares of a young man with some issues. In my dream, I was attending a big wedding. I wasn't really too clear on whose wedding it was, but it was a very big deal. Some of the details are easy for me to remember, but other seemingly important things didn't seem so important to me at the time. 

It was a big wedding, Dallas daddy's money style, but it was in a small town in the middle of the US - Kansas, Iowa, Nebraska or somewhere like that. It was to be held at a big ugly concrete event center that usually housed cattle auctions, tractor pulls, and indoor flea markets. There were lots of bridesmaids and groomsmen, and I seemed to vaguely know all of them, but I didn't really seem to know who the bride and groom were. All of the people involved were staying in a Holiday Inn Express that was between an Interstate and the state highway to the airport. It didn't have its own restaurant or room service, but there was a Hardee's on one side and a Red Lobster on the other, spanning both the low and high ends of the town's available culinary spectrum. The local shopping mall was just a few hundred feet away, of course. 

The mother of the bride looked just like one of the serving ladies at the Jester dining hall, but wearing clothes from Saks Fifth Avenue rather than her normal Dickies cotton twill work pants and a burnt orange knit cotton polo shirt. Her primary concern seemed to be with how to find enough decorators and florists to completely disguise the event center and make it look like a country club dining room. Secondary issues included finding rental chairs that didn't have chewing tobacco spittle or cow manure on the legs, and a band that could imitate the Lester Lanin Orchestra that had apparently played at her own wedding, many moons ago. She would have gladly paid the freight to get them here from New York, but the orchestra was already booked for the chosen wedding date that the groom's incredibly gauche family had insisted upon in this horrid little town. 

She gave me instructions, in that impatient way that women who are only interested in talking about what they want usually do, on how to get to the tuxedo rental place in the mall. I started out the side door of the Holiday Inn Express, echoing her procedural directions in my memory: start at the mall entrance nearest the hotel, right past the pretzel place, left at the Sunglass Hut, then go past the (long closed) Waldenbooks and it's right there: Jim's Formal Wear. I wandered, distracted by the people watching opportunities. It wasn't quite as good as the Texas state fair, but it was pretty amazing. I spotted a JFW logo.

I approached the counter and gave my name to the gum chewing high school girl behind it. She consulted a printed list in a manila folder, and then cast a jaundiced eye at me, seeming to spend a lot of time looking at my ass. "These pre-orders are never right! Come over here a second, I need to measure you." She pointed to her right. 

I stepped up onto a little six inch tall platform in front of an angled trio of mirrors, and she pulled a yellow cloth tape measure from her pocket and started with my chest, then my waist, and my hips. She snorted. Then she measured my inseam with particular care. "Gonna have to charge you more. You need different sizes of pants and coat."

She went into the back of the store and came back with an incredibly ugly powder blue tux on a hangar, put it up on the little chrome bar sticking up, and began to cover it with plastic from a roll attached to the counter. She looked back at the manila folder. "Looks like the bride's family is paying for it all so never mind."

I finally felt assertive. "I don't care who is paying, I'm not wearing that baby blue piece of shit!"

She crossed her arms in front of her and leaned toward me. "This is the only color for the wedding. That's what the lady wants, and that's what the lady gets!"

I turned on my heels and walked back out of the store, intent on reversing the steps that brought me here. I looked up to see that the mall was composed of three wings laid out in three different directions, and discovered that I could walk diagonally across the parking lot and directly back to the hotel, covering one fifth the distance of the route the bride's momma had specified. Simple and direct, that's the way to go! 

As I approached the hotel, I heard the mother of the bride screaming at me, in a horrendous tone of voice somewhere between the earsplitting cry of one of the flying hoard of giant grackles that roamed the ESU campus and the hot smelly screech of unevenly worn brake pads: "Robbie Roberts! You come here this instant!"

Suddenly I woke up. My alarm clock was bleating loudly, having exhausted the ten minute grace period where it just played the radio, and was now filling the room with an irritating and distorted tone that was impossible to sleep through. By design, the snooze button no longer worked after the grace period had expired, and I pulled the cord out the wall about the same time one of Kevin's flip-flops landed on my head. This semester, he wasn't keeping the same kind of early hours that I was. He didn't need to get up for another two hours.

"Jesus, Robbie! Turn that fucking thing off. Are you sick or something? I don't remember you ever sleeping through your alarm. What the hell did you do last night?"

I didn't want to talk to Kevin right now, not about Jesus and especially not about what I did last night. I now had only about 30 minutes to shower, get dressed, get something for breakfast, and make it over to Greg gym for Saskia's conditioning class. The gym was right across 21st Street, but I still had to cut corners somewhere to make it on time. The shower was not optional, owing to the presence of various dried secretions from last night's exertions. I ended up wolfing down a couple of triple zero yogurts and grabbing a chocolate milk, which I chugged down on the way over. 

*******

Dr. Asa Weltschmerz, M.D., PhD, and lots of etc. was sitting at his desk, hours before anyone else showed up in the office. His new position as med school Dean in waiting had certainly changed his lifestyle, not to mention his goals. He had to recruit lots of new faculty members, and they had to be world class: even better if they were just about to become recognized as world class right after the joined his faculty. Identifying them wasn't really the hard part - it was working all the issues to get the staffs they would need in place and get their final commitments to move. Specific lab equipment, jobs for the spouses, schools for the children, and getting the research postdocs they wanted to move to Austin while leaving the unwanted ones behind at their old school. What a mess.

He missed the relatively simple joy of treating patients and seeing them get better, especially the kids that thrived. He thought of Lara and smiled. A year ago he had nightmares about having to tell his best old college friend that his only daughter was pre-suicidal. Now instead she was asking his advice about pre-natal vitamins, human genetics programs at med schools, and the best ways to ensure she had healthy children with Robbie. For his part, Robbie Roberts was the most puzzling and amazing patient that Asa had ever had. He was a mutant neurological phenomenon that Asa couldn't talk to anyone about, much less write the papers about that he wanted to. At least Robbie was going to help him solve some of his faculty recruiting problems. Sometimes you had to use one problem to solve another, especially when there just wasn't time to solve both serially. 

In fact , he could see two or three things on his 'to do list' that could be combined and potentially handled as one task, and Robbie was most likely to soon deliver the first baby step to success right to his doorstep. 

*******

Monday morning goin' down. Saskia's workout plan nearly killed us. The good news was that I was not too sore when we started. But she promised to "ramp things up" and she delivered, in spades. I was pretty sure I was going to be amazingly sore tomorrow morning. Everyone in the class was at their limits by the time we finished, and drenched in sweat. She called a halt three minutes early so she could give us an update.

"Good workout, people. In your one on one meetings this week, I will do some more detailed measurements and tell you about your individual plans and set our new goals. We will program the machines to work you in the best way to build your muscles, taking into account your individual responses to the routines so far. I will offer some of you some really serious 'stretch goals' if you are game."

HFS! My current stretch goal was just to be able to walk down to breakfast on Tuesday, Thursdays, and Saturday's without having to plan every motion. I went back up to the room, showered again, and headed for my first class. 

On the way, an incoming email pinged VIP: it was the always in motion international VP of Sales: Barry T. Fermy. He was updating me on the projects we had bid on in the Middle East over Christmas break. The risk profile generated by expert insurance actuary and uber nerd numbers guy Alexis T Quandry had thoroughly nixed the Yemeni deal - he said it was 99% certain the current government would fall long before the project could be completed. Most of the other risky deals killed themselves by demanding ridiculous pricing or impossible completion dates, but the UAE shipyard construction deal was signed and I could expect a check for my commission from the all-risk policy written by Lara's dad's insurance company on Abelard Peters' huge construction project there. I would also have my choice of summer jobs as a safety inspector either in Dubai or on the larger but more prosaic project to upgrade the "Chunnel" between England and France, Tier Group's other big ongoing effort.

I already had two other co-op job offers from the people I met at the reception. I guess those thank you notes really did differentiate me from the other guys. I had to make a decision this week about which offer to accept. I instantly narrowed it down to Dubai or England, planning to ask the USA based jobs for a rain check until next spring. From now on I would alternate one or two semesters in Austin and one semester on the job somewhere, and I wanted to work for at least three or four different employers during my co-op program to gain varied experience and make lots of contacts. I would also hopefully collect enough paychecks in the process to cover my school costs. I could make some great contacts in Dubai, I was sure, if I didn't get arrested and flogged for attempted fornication. London, however, promised the zaftig and very accommodating art historian Peggy and her new super model friends, and perhaps two overly enthusiastic teenage tennis twins. 

My classes were going well, and the TA's were getting used to my follow up questions on the stuff I didn't grok from the lectures - at least they didn't cringe when I showed up for office hours. My chief source of worry right now was Suzanne's potential sexual adventures that may or may not include me, either by my choice or hers.

*******

I was just as sore Tuesday morning as I thought I would be, and very much aware of how strange and off balance my chest and shoulders felt. I would wait and see if I felt better this afternoon and perhaps try running then, but this morning's plan was a little homework after breakfast followed by taking Saskia to Asa's brown bag lunch seminar at the med school. I made my way gingerly down to breakfast and indulged in a heaping helping of bacon and eggs as protein sources rather than the more politically correct triple zero yogurt. It seemed as though I was even hungrier this semester than the last, and the yogurt just didn't make me feel full they way the bacon did. I added in some glazed cinnamon rolls to top off my glucose tank, hoping to learn more from snooping Saskia's Suzie signals on the way over to the Med School. 

Back up in the room, I brushed my teeth and polished off the prep for my next physics lab to the accompaniment of Kevin's sonorous snore and a few muffled spring bird calls (thankfully not grackles) through the (welded shut) dorm window. There was considerable 'dorm-lore' about the windows. When the dorm was first opened in the late 1960's, one tower was all-male and the other all-female, with a more secure lobby to keep roving males out of the girl's rooms. The windows opened up at the top for ventilation, which hopefully discouraged the exit of objects like water balloons or rocks. One story was that girls would try sneak guys in through the windows, so the windows were welded shut. The other was that students would leave their windows open at night and wake to find Mexican free tailed bats (like the one million plus now famous residents of the understructure of the Congress Avenue bridge) had decided to hang out on the ceiling, so the windows were welded shut to prevent potential cases of rabies. Kevin's dad told a more cynical and likely tale: several students had leapt to their death from the windows and the university had welded them shut to reduce future liability. 

When I got downstairs, Saskia was waiting on the sidewalk outside of Gregory gym, looking fit as a fiddle. She was, in point of fact, fit as the whole orchestra. Her Suzie did sizzle a little as she saw me, then she seemed to hold it in, almost like Nora did. I opted for the soft sell, kissing her gently on the cheek, and then tuning up my receiver. Saskia was in a great mood, and talkative. 

"Thanks for inviting me, Robbie. It gives me a chance to get out of the depressing orbit of the evil Arturia Brown and get exposed to some real scientists for a change. How is it that you know Dr. Weltschmerz again?"

"We met at an ESU home football game. He went to college with the father of one of my friends, and we all sat together for the rest of the season. I got to know him pretty well."

She snorted again. "Not exactly the student section, eh?"

I laughed. "Not hardly. Apparently one of the things a dean has to do is raise funds."

She looked thoughtful. "I suppose schmoozing donors at ESU games is better than lying, taking over grants, and cheating the foundations the way Arturia Brown does it."

I remembered something. "You know, Saskia, Suzanne Pliskin says the same kinds of things about Arturia, so I know that you two do actually agree on something, but I sense a lot of tension when you mention each other. What's the deal with that?"

Saskia snorted, then she drew in a deep breath. "I suppose I hated Suzanne for being one of Bob the Knob's favorite students: much more of a favorite than I was. She wasn't even a physiologist, or a real scientist: she was a damn bullshit squishy so called science economist. Yuck. She was also much prettier than I was, and she got a lot more attention than I did." Saskia's Suzie signals supplied another datum: she was attracted to Suzanne, and that made her even angrier, and hotter, too. 

By now we had reached 17th Street and turned east toward the medical center. On our right was the 'super drum' AKA the Frank Erwin Center, site of ESU basketball games, rock concerts, and high school graduation ceremonies. Word was it was to be demolished soon to make way for a new complex of medical school buildings, with a new basketball and concert venue to be constructed somewhere east of IH35, continuing the massive expansion of the university footprint beyond the original 'Forty Acres' campus plan. We turned back south on Trinity - we were almost there.

"I suppose it doesn't matter anymore now that Bob the Knob defected to UCSD." She sighed. "Now Suzanne doesn't have any more contact with him than I do, but I am now held by the 'wicked witch of postdoc prison' who may never allow me to publish all the work I started when Bob was here." 

We climbed the few steps up to the building where Asa's office was. I led the way and Saskia looked around intently. Asa's forty-something receptionist ogled my butt again while we waited, but also spent some time looking at my chest. Asa emerged to greet us. 

"Hi Robbie! Doctor Grandael, welcome, I am glad you could come today."

Saskia was clearly enthralled with Asa: wide eyed and animated. "I am excited to hear Dr. Augie!"

Asa smiled. "If you would excuse me just a moment, I need to talk to Robbie alone briefly. Patient confidentiality, and all that."

Saskia almost curtsied. "Of course. I'll be right here."

Asa took my arm and steered me into his office, shutting the door behind us. "I want you to go down to see Dr. Dee again for a few minutes before the seminar begins. We want to follow up on your testing. Are you still hungry all the time? Anything else you can tell me about your diet that might be relevant?"

"Yeah, doc, I am still hungry much of the day, but it may be the training I am doing with Saskia. She is trying to build up my chest and shoulders, and bringing home the concept of 'no pain no gain' in a very dramatic way."

"Be sure to eat more protein. Zero fat yogurt would be best."

"That's exactly what Saskia said. But I still crave fat and sugar. In fact, I remember something else about my diet. When I went through puberty, I developed some strange and very powerful cravings. "

He nodded thoughtfully while I went through the inventory of foods I had such a burning need for, and described how many of them were still on my hit parade. Suddenly his face lit up, and he snapped his fingers.

"I should have realized this. That massive 'antenna array' of yours with all those extra nerve fiber cross connections probably has more myelin insulation than half a dozen normal people. When that complex of neurons first began to really expand and grow, apparently during early puberty, you would have needed all those foods in massive quantities to feed your Schwann cells. Your biochemical metabolism was grabbing cholesterol and lipids out of your bloodstream as fast as it could and using them as raw materials to build layer upon layer of insulation for your internal listening device. Even now as a young adult, just the normal cell turnover would be like that of two or three people. No wonder your circulating cholesterol is so low. Your brain is sucking it all out of the bloodstream to use for itself. The same thing is happening to glucose to power all those extra neurons. I feel funny saying this to a patient, but you should eat all the fat and sugary foods you want. Chicken and beef liver, fried chicken, avocados, butter beans, asparagus, donuts, chocolate fudge, anything you want. As long as you don't gain visible layers of fat on your torso, go for it. Have you ever tried calf brains and scrambled eggs?"

Come to think of it, Jay Kincaid's grandfather (and Millie's future grandfather) 'Cactus Jake' Warner made that for breakfast on the ranch when they butchered calves for veal. I had some when I was there once and I loved it. Now I knew why.

"Let's not mention this to Dr. Dee. I don't want to give him any more clues to your secret talent. Likewise Dr. Grandael - she is also curious and well educated. Speaking of that - how committed do you think she is to her current position at ESU? Could I recruit her as a postdoc for the new medical school?"

I giggled. "Shoot, doc, she would crawl through ground glass and work for minimum wage just to get away from Arturia Brown!" I went on to explain her situation and both Saskia and Suzanne's opinions on the apparently thoroughly execrable Dr. Brown. He began to nod his head excitedly.




My Only Talent Ch. 30



"One more thing, doc. I have been having some dreams - about stuff I think about but really don't want to think about - stuff I can't really do anything about."

He looked interested. "We should talk when we have time. I'll send you some possible times."

"I can't pay you, doc." 

"Don't worry about it. Working with you is like reading a good book that titillates and then satisfies my scientific curiosity. I should be paying you. Plus it gives me a chance do something I enjoy but seldom get a chance to do - practice 'psychiatric dermatology'!"

I knew what psychiatry and dermatology were, but I didn't understand the combination of them. I must have looked confused, because he went on to explain.

"Lots of doctors go into dermatology. The hours are predictable, the income is usually good, and few if any patients ever get really sick or die or call you on weekends because they need emergency care." He smiled. "Some psychiatrists only treat rich patients that really don't have any big problems, but still need to talk about the problems they do have to someone. They aren't really very sick, and they aren't at risk, they mostly just have 'normal' insecurities and anxiety. I call treating those kind of patients 'psychiatric dermatology'."

I might have looked angry. I felt like he was dismissing me.

"Don't take offense, but you don't have any real problems - psychiatric or otherwise. You had a happy and relatively normal childhood, you are very healthy, and way above average in intelligence. You have been admitted to one of the best engineering schools in the world, and you have at least two hot girlfriends at your beckon call, including one that is independently wealthy and hopelessly in love with you. 99% of your fellow students would gladly trade places with you, and 99% of the people in the world would gladly trade places with any student at ESU. So let's keep things in perspective, shall we?"

My expression must have softened, as did his tone. "But there is still stuff that bugs any young man, and sometimes talking about it helps. I think your 'talent' makes you even more sensitive than most to other people's feelings, and perhaps to your own emotions too. Let's work on that and help you avoid some common but unnecessary neuroses. I'll send you a few times that we might talk, but I insist on face to face meetings. For now, you head down to see Dr. Dee while I give Saskia a tour and my recruiting pitch. Dr. Dee will bring you to the seminar room and we will all meet up there."

I headed down to the second floor lab where Dr. Dee, that creepy gastroenterologist and denizen of digestion, who had once glowingly described my stool samples as 'truly fantastic', lurked. Perhaps this time they would be even better. 

Dr. Dee felt the need to make conversation, in his own weird way. Making the smooth transition from discussing my stools in particular to human stools in general, he told me about a German anatomist in the 1800's who saw the invention of indoor plumbing and toilet paper as the beginning of the decline of western civilization. Herr Doctor X apparently believed if one ate a proper diet and got enough exercise, the consistency of one's output and the proper action of the various sphincter muscles would result in 'no external trace' of a recent bowel movement, especially if one crouched down over a hole in the ground as man was meant to do, rather than sat on a toilet. At least I had another weird sociological theory to discuss with my mother. 

Thirty minutes later we entered one of those steep 'amphitheater' style lecture halls, full to the brim with folks in white lab coats. Asa waved and pointed to the two vacant seats next to him and Saskia, the only ones left. We got there just as the lights blipped and everyone quieted down. 

Asa introduced Dr. Augie, who stood up and talked like Suzanne's father: fast, nonstop, grammatically perfect and chock full of content, with no fluff. Lots of movement, extended eye contact with numerous audience members, and appropriate hand gestures. The audience was spell bound. I managed to keep up with some of it. I heard 'Schwann cells' like Asa had just mentioned and made a mental note to look them up, and glial cells like we had talked about before. I already knew what EKGs and EEGs were, but this put them in a whole new perspective for me. I also caught what a SQUID was and vowed to spring that one on Oiler and Ralph when I got back to UDP. I sort of got 'action at a distance' ('spooky' I wasn't so sure about) and an inkling of what I was doing when I listened to Suzie signals, and suddenly I realized that I knew something Dr. Augie did not. He was describing all this stuff as hypothetically and theoretically possible, and I knew it was happening, for real, in my head. 

I realized the brain was like my embedded systems class - lots of semi-autonomous systems busily doing their own little thing but also talking to each other. And not just on one local area network, either, but using lots of redundant and distributed electrical, chemical, and electrochemical pathways. Pathways that were tied together in such a way as to try to compensate for the vulnerabilities and failure modes of each individual mechanism. It suddenly dawned on me that the brain was the most complex yet elegant engineering design of all - mechanical, chemical, and electrical. I heard more about that Penrose guy that Ralph had mentioned, and was almost lost in the possibilities. 

Dr. Augie closed with the concept of electromagnetic reciprocity. I knew what the words meant, at least grammatically. But his final, speculative (for him) sentence blew what was left of my very recently expanded mind. If you could receive, you should also be able transmit as well. If you could send, you should also be able to receive. I guess that's why my 'pinging' sonar drills worked, and I could send stuff to Nora. But that meant Nora should be able to send and receive too! What about the tennis twins? I knew that they could send Suzie like loud little air raid sirens. Did they have 'fractal antenna arrays' like I did? Could they receive? Could anybody? Could everybody? Even if they didn't have my antenna array? What kind of mutant adaptation was it? 

I was in a daze as the audience filed out, with many people pushing past, swimming upstream and down to try to talk to Dr. Augie. I just stood there waiting for the room to clear. 

Then the hot and dark little postdoc doc that reminded me (and my circulatory system) so of Esmeralda Estigoy and had offered to help Asa set up the MRI machine for my 'secret' test approached me. "We meet again Mr. Roberts. Who is that woman that came in with Dr. Weltschmerz?

"That's Dr. Saskia Grandael, from ESU. She's a research physiologist."

"Oh, I see. Dr. Weltschmerz is paying a lot of attention to her. She looks like Ronda Rousey with black hair." I detected a pretty raunchy Suzie note. I think the good doctor was really feeling it for Saskia.

I didn't know who Ronda Rousey was. "Well she is certainly in good shape!"

The good doctor smiled. "She sure is."

Asa waited patiently for the room to clear, and then formally introduced us to Dr. Augie, referring to Saskia as his latest postdoc recruit. She was so excited that she was barely touching the ground, but managed to ask a relevant question that seem to impress Dr. Augie. He said he would have to think about that. Saskia acted like she had just won an Oscar. 

We thanked Asa again and began walking north back toward campus. Saskia prattled on like a little girl who had just had her best ever birthday party.

"So Asa said he could handle Arturia and get her to publish all my stuff this semester. I don't how he can do that, but he assured me that he can. So beginning June 1, your humble trainer will be employed full time at the med school, making twice what I am now, and doing real science with real scientists! Arturia will be in my rear view mirror permanently." She shivered and kissed me on the cheek. "I don't know how I can thank you enough, Robbie."

I stopped to whisper in her ear again. When my lips touched her earlobe, her fantasy carrier filled my Suzie receiver, and I knew exactly how she could thank me, and serve her own desires, too. "As soon as you turn in my grade for your class, and you are no longer officially my instructor, I will blindfold you and put you on your knees, and you will serve me in any way I please. I will then be your instructor, and you will learn full well how to please me, and how to please anyone else I order you to!"

She quivered, she stumbled, and her Suzie signal exploded like a little stick of dynamite. Neuro-electrodynamic dynamite, to be more correct. Quantum? Who knows?

I continued. "So when the semester ends on May 15th, at 5:00 PM you will be mine to use as I please, my pet. You will do everything for me that a woman can do for a man. That is only the beginning. You will soon learn what incredible things you are capable of." Her Suzie sounded like a hallelujah chorus. 

I thought of something else. "By the way, Saskia, you have a secret admirer among the med school faculty!"

She stopped and grabbed my arm. "Who?"

"I might tell you who she is later."

"She?" A really funny Suzie tone grew and sputtered. 

"I might invite her to our little end of semester party." Her Suzie growled, low and nasty. "You would meet her then, but behind that blindfold, you wouldn't actually get to see her." Her Suzie went absolutely crazy. 

We walked back to campus in silence, but Saskia kept an iron grip on my forearm. I stayed with her all the way back to her office in Belmont. By the time I got back to the dorm, the color was just returning to my arm. I was sure she could affect my circulation in other, more pleasurable ways in the near future. Besides a consultation with the hot female doctor, she was also going to have to kiss and make up with Suzanne, in a way she had so far only anticipated in her fantasies. I wonder how my fit and almost lovely Dr. Grandael will look on a leash.

*******

I went through my physics lab still thinking about Dr. Augie's talk. After class, I asked the instructor about SQUIDS. The good news was he told me how to relate them to the wave motion stuff we were covering in the syllabus. The bad news is that he also give me an additional assignment to research them further and write a paper, but maybe I could at least use what I learned to bug Oiler and Ralph. 

I realized I could no longer put off joining the study group for linguistics. I logged onto the electronic blackboard site and found I was already assigned to one with four other students, and it was scheduled to meet Thursday evening about an hour after my one on one meeting with Saskia ended. I would just have time to wolf down dinner before I rushed diagonally across campus to the Comm SchooI where the sessions were held. I was assigned to summarize and present 10 of the designated journal articles - many of the ones I had scanned but not read in depth. By Wednesday at noon I would have to post a PowerPoint presentation of my summary online for the other students to read before the group meeting, and I would likewise have to read all of theirs. Given my Wednesday morning schedule, that effectively meant I would have to finish it tonight. This was not going to be an easy Tuesday.

I worked feverishly to complete the physics lab protocol on time and then made it to the linguistics lecture - for the first time ever it was complete with a real live professor. He was a pretty good speaker and made we wonder about most of the issues he raised. He went on and on about how important the discussion sessions were. Naturally.

"Linguistics is unique in that it must be discussed intensely among several people in order to be understood. One can glean some solo understanding of gravity and the laws of motion by throwing rocks by yourself and observing where they go and how long they take to get there. That's how most kids learn to throw a baseball. But even a rudimentary understanding of linguistics requires that you bat the shuttlecock of knowledge back and forth across the net for a while, not only seeing where it goes, but how other people react to it and communicate about it. It is the inevitable collision of observer and observed, the inherent inability to tease things out and examine them alone that makes it so challenging, yet rewarding."

Okay, doc, I get it. I'll work hard on the discussion stuff. Then I thought about what Dr. Augie said about quantum theory and the interaction between the observer and the observed perhaps determining the outcome. Maybe linguistics was even more interesting than I thought. Was there such a thing as a 'quantum shuttlecock'? I went back to the dorm to dress out in my running stuff, sprinted through my sprints, and then returned to my reading and worked on my summary presentation with renewed vigor. My growling tummy demanded I take break for dinner, and I headed down the stairs.

Nora texted me an invitation to have dinner at the co-op Thursday night when she was cooking. Drat. I couldn't do that and have a one on one with Saskia and go to the linguistics discussion section too. I tried to express my sincere regret in 140 characters, and asked for a rain check. Thankfully, I got it: she would offer the spot to Suzanne for now. I worked well past midnight to complete my presentation, and fell asleep about 15 milliseconds after I pressed the 'send' key. In what seemed to me like only 15 milliseconds after that, the alarm signaled the beginning of another wonderful Wednesday. I had to figure out how to fit in reading the other student's summaries before the discussion group.

*******

After I scarfed down breakfast and made it across the street to Greg Gym, I noticed that Saskia looked like a different woman. Her hair and skin shown bright and healthy, her eyes were sparkling, and her voice sounded inviting and happy. By comparison, she had been clinically depressed before, I just didn't recognize it. The prospect of getting out from under the yoke of Arturia Brown must seem like a fairy tale happy ending. Good for her! I was certainly planning to give her my own kind of 'happy ending' when the semester was over. Her new mood did not affect her devotion to improving the fitness of her conditioning class, however, and she worked us relentlessly, perhaps even more enthusiastically and completely than before. She said this would be our last 'generic' session and hereafter each person would have a specific individualized plan to follow, complete with individual programming of the exercise machines and real time feedback to tell you (and Saskia) if you were making sufficient effort or not. Some people would lift two times and week and do aerobics and/or flexibility only once, and that might change from week to week. 

After another pounding workout, I was woolgathering a bit while my heart rate stabilized, and wishing that I had eaten a little more breakfast, when the two 'fit women' from the class approached me. One had short brown hair, the other short black hair. They were dressed in tight pastel tee shirts and contrasting dark and very tight spandex gym shorts. They looked like they had stepped right out of one of those early morning TV exercise videos that are more soft porn than training regimen. 

"Hi, Robbie, I'm Rene'" They both said with a giggle and more than one wiggle. 

The black haired one continued. "Yes we are both named Rene'." She laughed. "We both work as personal trainers to help pay for graduate school, and we often use 'before and after' pictures to motivate our clients. We noticed you, and we have certainly noticed that your chest and shoulders are already looking hotter." All four eyes played over my chest. My nipples crinkled.

She touched me on my arm. Not an overtly sexual gesture in a normal context, but here it just reinforced my already almost painful erection. She looked down. 

So did the brown haired Rene'. "The true champions are the ones who respond well to a challenge. Keep up the good work there, Robbie."

The other Rene squeezed my arm a little harder and made eye contact. "I hear you do a little personal training of your own, Master." She dropped her eyes demurely and smiled even wider, bowing her head. "Maybe you could work me out sometime?"

Maybe I could, but if I thought about it right now I would never be able to walk out of here. Saskia was having an animated discussion with someone at the front of the class. I watched the two Rene's walk around the corner. My erection subsided and my heart rate slowed, and I started back up the hill to the dorm.

I dropped my stuff on the bed. Kevin was in the room with two laptops linked together, frantically working on editing the video he had shot for his sci-fi parody film project. 

"Orinda looks even better on camera than she does in person, Robbie."

I doubted that, especially compared to the kind of up close and personal in person I had seen. I looked over his shoulder. She certainly was one of those people that they say the camera loves. Her face just leapt off the screen, her eyes shining. 

"She does look really hot. How much more shooting to do?"

"It depends. She had a bunch of ideas for additional scenes - flashbacks to her time at Starfleet Academy, her first cruise as a midshipman, and some fantasy dreams, all good ideas and even some hot sex scenes. But trying to fit them all in and use a body double too is impossible. I will either have to cut several of them, or have huge and obvious continuity problems that I won't be able to reshoot to fix, so I'll have to throw the scenes out."

I supposed that was bad. "Could you do all the new scenes with her, with no body double, and just make sure that her face doesn't show in the XXX cut of the film?"

He looked thoughtful. "Yeah, I could just leave the audience hoping she'll take a facial but she never actually does. But she'll have to do the other XXX stuff, just without her face on camera. Maybe it will work. I could also just have her narrate some memories with some generic B roll, if I have to." He already had Orinda on the phone by the time I left for the dining hall.

I loaded up my plate with spaghetti and ladled on the meat sauce. No asparagus tonight - it must be out of season and expensive. Lima beans and some yellow squash casserole worked fine, though, and there was cobbler for dessert. As I finished going through the serving line, I noticed Jean Nancy Percer sitting by herself near the windows.

"Hey John Nan Say" I said, trying to pronounce it the way she did. "How's life treating you?"

"Hi, Robbie. Pretty good. I'm dating a really great guy now."

I assumed that meant he and his family had a very nice balance sheet and a promising series of future income statements. Perhaps it was the guy I saw her chatting up right before classes started. Something occurred to me. "So, he is a prospect for a long term relationship, you mean?"

She smiled contentedly. "Yes, very much so, I think."

"So you only date guys who are, how should I say, 'real marriage material'?"

"Yes. My grandmother taught me that if you only hang out with rich people, one of them will eventually fall for you, and you don't end up knocked up and trapped with some poor schlub."

At least she was honest about it. "So let me ask you a question. Let's say you land a real whale - a Forbes 400 list kind of guy."

She looked very interested. "Do go on."

"And you get married and everything is cool."

"It would be." She looked confident. "My mother and grandmother would be ecstatic."

"And then you go to bed with him on the honeymoon and let him go all the way with you?"

"Yes. It would be just heavy petting until we got married, and then I'll let him have me after the wedding." She looked happy.




My Only Talent Ch. 30



"Suppose he wasn't all that satisfied with your performance in bed?" She looked scandalized. "Suppose he took on a mistress that could do things for him that you wouldn't or couldn't or didn't know about? And that conniving mistress was constantly whispering in his ear that he should divorce you and marry her? Was there a pre-nup?"

That made her look really worried. "What kind of 'things' are you talking about?"

I told her, in some detail. Her face turned to stone. "Well, I never!"

"That's just the point, beautiful. As they say in the custom car biz, you are built for show, but you don't really know how to go. And guys usually need the go as much or more as they want the show! How many times have you read about guys with trophy wives that they leave at home while they take their mistress to Bali? She may not look as great as the wife, but she will do things for him that the wife can't. How many times does that spell divorce?"

She looked ready to kill someone, and I was the closest one at hand. Despite that, I knew it was time to go for the close.

"But there is a way to avoid this risk. You are a great looking woman, Jean Nancy, and looks will never be your problem."

Her expression brightened.

"What if you were as skilled as or even better than any potential mistress in bed? What if you could do things for him so wonderful that he would never even consider another woman?

I saw the wheels turning in her head, like a calculator working out the certainty of future cash flows. But then a frown crossed her face.

"But I don't want to be..." She paused. I closed. 

"How many woman learn about boats because their future husband is into sailing? Or golf, or tennis, or wine, or fishing, or photography or log cabins, or whatever?"

She was buying that. "Well, sure, that's just good common sense." A light dawned in her eyes. "So if I learned..."

"Exactly. And you would almost certainly discover that you liked doing it too, plus you could get your husband to do anything for you that you wanted, if you just do those 'special things' for him." 

She saw the advantages of that. And a little Suzie carrier emerged, tentatively signaling some fantasies. Then she looked at me very suspiciously. 

"And just who do you suppose could teach me these things, Robbie?"

I smiled, I hoped not too smugly. "Why, you may have hit on the perfect solution, Jean Nancy. I don't want to get married anytime soon, and I don't think I am the kind of long term prospect that you are looking for, anyway. But I think you are hotter than a depot stove, and I would crave turning you and your beautiful body every way but loose for a semester or so, on the down-lo. Strictly confidential, and for the betterment of your future marriage and society as a whole, of course."

She feigned shock, but I continued.

"You would learn how to do things that any man would want you to do again and again, and be afraid of ever being apart from you. You took PSY101 last semester, right?" She nodded.

"Well after I teach you how, any man who had spent the night with you will most likely follow you around like one of Konrad Lorenz's imprinted ducklings!" This was one of my mom's favorite reasoning points when she expounded on her wacky anthropological theories of modern cultural rituals - that early imprinting leads to repeated, unthinking behavior that becomes a cultural norm.

"I would never tell anyone about our relationship - only that you are wonderful young lady and that I am proud to call you my friend. But I have to insist that you are complexly honest with me and yourself about all of your sexual desires, not just your financial ones."

She gulped, and I knew I had her. "When would you want to..."

"I want you right now beautiful, but practically speaking, next fall semester would be earliest that would work."

She gulped again. "Let me think about it?"

"I'll be thinking about you, Jean Nancy." I certainly would. I would be thinking about the lovely noises she would make the first time I made her come, and the look on those lovely dark blue eyes when I came in her mouth.

*******

I heard my phone beep in an email while I was in the shower. It was from Susan, the new head honcho of the Booties - Beta Omicron Theta sorority. She was taking me up on my offer made during Spring Rush. Her email virtually quoted me, saying she was ready to "open herself up to me in private, and tell me the absolute truth about her desires, so that I could give her even more insight and advice about her desires than I gave to those women at the 'addicted to Austin' party." 

Damn. I did offer that, and in front of a couple of dozen of her BOT sisters, but I didn't think she would actually take me up on it. Her proposed meeting time is Sunday for early lunch, a few hours before going to Strelsa and Günter's place. At least it would be a distraction so I didn't have to obsess about watching Günter do Suzanne. I tell her yes, but just the two of us, in complete isolation and privacy. She agrees, and suggests we meet Sunday at her families 'lake house' which interestingly is not too far from the PIG lake house. 

*******

Thursday continued my hectic pace of this week - I barely fit in my running and my minimum study schedule. If I didn't do the proper prep for physics lab, and thus did not get the required data in the allotted lab period, I would have to sign up for a makeup lab period - taking away even more time and sleep. I was pushing the limits of my school and dating separation plan - I had no time whatsoever for weekday night dates like I had squeezed in last semester, and I was considering having to limit dating activities to weekend nights only and studying during the day on Saturday and Sunday. What sacrilege! 

The first time it seemed like I had a moment to even sit down was when I finally arrived at the Comm School for the evening linguistics discussion group. It was held in a classroom sized space with an entire long side wall of mirrors, and a table with 12 seats. There were screens and projectors on both of the short front and rear walls, and a very plush carpet. Kevin, my roommate, the RTF maven, had explained to me that these rooms were often used for 'focus groups' and the mirror wall was a one way portal for observers in the next room to watch the group reactions. It seemed to me that it wouldn't be worth anyone's time to observe our little discussion group. 

I surveyed the room and observed the arrivals. First was a dark and petite Asian woman, who looked like a candidate for the Students Older than Average ('SOTA') campus organization, which had the reputation among frat boys as a great way to meet hot older women. Oiler told me it was usually full of guys who had worked for a few years before returning to ESU to finish an undergrad degree or get a graduate degree, and women were often in short supply. Whatever her situation, this woman was good looking enough to be slightly intimidating, dressed very formally, and sending Suzie for nobody. She had printouts of all the articles she had been assigned, with post it notes sticking out all around the edges. Her name sounded something like 'Men Ho'. She took a seat at the foot of the table and folded her arms in front of her chest, appearing to be waiting impatiently for the rest of the crowd to arrive. She glanced at me dismissively and then looked away.

The next to arrive was someone I recognized, thanks to a recent article in the Daily Texan featuring the 'early spring enrollee' football recruits. They called him 'Husky' but his full name was Russel L. Varna. He was the latest in a long line of Varnas that had attended ESU, beginning with his diminutive great grandfather 'Swede' Varna, who played football for ESU in the era of leather helmets with no face guards and was considered one of the toughest and hardest hitting players ever, despite his small stature. He went on to become a very successful high school football coach in west Texas, and began sending a large crop of his high school players and his descendants to ESU, where most of them played sports and became coaches. 

Husky Varna was the largest and meanest Varna so far, earning his nickname as an aggressive linebacker who cut through the opposing team's blockers like a chainsaw to search for and destroy the ball carrier. He was not pursuing a career as a high school football coach, however, as he planned to be a college professor and was offered several purely academic Ivy League scholarships but chose to attend ESU and play football. This was much to the chagrin of his mother, a California transplant who met his coaching father at a convention for school principals in Dallas. She wanted her son to go to her beloved Stanford University - thus his middle name of Leland. He was a Linguistics major, the first I had ever actually met. Much to the chagrin of the Stanford football coaches, he and his mother had reached a compromise, and he planned to attend Stanford for graduate school after he graduated from ESU. Meanwhile he was a very real prospect to be a starter on the ESU football team next fall as a true freshman, and was thus on the doorstep of ESU fame.

Our fourth and final group member came in a few minutes late, dancing and singing along with her iPod, popping her bubblegum, and smelling like expensive perfume. I instantly hated her, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She had brown hair and matching brown eyes full of sparkles and intelligence, and was about 5' 10" tall, with a nice figure and a baby face. Her skin was flawless - with an alabaster tone like a healthy baby's butt, unblemished and perfect, and her cheeks were currently flushed and red, apparently from rushing up the stairs, and arriving late even then. There was a lot of other skin exposed, too. A tight little sleeveless shirt with a bare midriff and a short skirt, despite the fact that it was still cool in Austin at the end of January. The skin at her waist was as perfect as the musculature underneath it, too, damn her. Her name proved to be Lynn Da Britain. Really. Not 'Duh' like 'ya think' or 'Daah' like an Irishman's daddy, but 'Dah' like 'dit dah' or the 'Da Bears' - the professional football team in Chicago - where she was from. Strictly speaking, she was from the suburb of Winnetka, Illinois.

She took one look at Husky Varna and launched a strong and raspy Suzie signal that said 'fuck me now, and how.' What a stupid slut. She then glanced at me and sent a little restrained Suzie that said 'maybe later if nothing better turns up'. Why did that piss me off so much? What did I care? I would jump right over two of her to get to Lara or Suzanne. But then why did she fascinate me so?

We began with the presentations of the articles we had worked on. Lynn Da went first. Some perverse part of me was hoping she would sound stupid - obviously unprepared and trying to fake it with some twingy twangy awful Chicago gangster accent and poor grammar. Why did I want to hate her so? Why could I barely stop myself from reaching out to touch her perfect skin? 

She had certainly read the articles. Carefully. She summarized them succinctly in a flat and very faint Midwestern US accent that was as smooth as any female news anchor I had ever heard. Perfect grammar. No "uh", no "duh", and no if's and's or but's. She sat down, smugly, looked right at me, and smiled. Bitch!

Husky Varna was next. He was obviously very bright, and had a strange subtle accent that was part west Texas twang and at the same time part lilting Swedish. He had read his articles, too, and he understood them. Not only what they said, but what they didn't say. The questions they answered, and the even greater number of issues they raised. I had to force myself not to respect him. 

Men Ho went through her stuff. She looked cool, but her presentation was just adequate. Her intellect was not going to intimidate anybody, even if her looks might. 

Then I went through my stuff, using my standard study habit of paraphrasing the stuff I understood, and pointing out the stuff I didn't get, like I was talking to the TA and trying to get some help. 

Husky Varna snorted. "Nobody gets that. Those are some of the biggest unresolved controversies in the literature - the linguistic equivalent of 'is light a particle or a wave?' If you can come up with definitive answers, they'll give you an honorary PhD on the spot!"

We spent most of the rest of the hour opining on just these issues, and answering the rest of the 'discussion questions' the professor had posed for this session. With about ten minutes left, Husky put up an email from the professor that detailed the assignments for the next discussion group. I suddenly found myself paired with Lynn Da, and assigned to work with her to prepare a 5 to 8 minute debate segment for the next group meeting, where we took opposite positions on a point raised in a classic paper and argued our positions in front of the group. Some of them would be chosen to be presented to the entire class.

As we walked out, Lynn Da fell into step with me. "Robbie? Okay, I am pretty busy on the weekends. Could we get together on Monday or Tuesday to work up our little debate? Okay?"

I'll bet you are busy on the weekends spreading your legs, you cheeky slut! "MWF are my really busy days, but I could do Monday evening after 6, or Tuesday before 10 or after 3. What works best for you?"

She smiled. "Tuesday afternoon, Okay? I live just across the street in Kinsolving. Where are you?"

"Jester, but I'll be up near ACES that afternoon. How about we meet in the lobby of your dorm at 3?"

"Okay. Take care, Okay?"

She held up her phone and we swapped contact info via Bluetooth. Okay? She turned and stepped off toward Kinsolving dorm, putting her earbuds back in. Her walk was hypnotic, and I couldn't help staring at her until she went up the steps into the building. I even found myself unconsciously shifting my weight side to side in time with her hips. Damn her! Okay?

*******

I got back to my dorm and spent about two hours getting ready for Friday math class. I was very suspicious that it was the perfect time for a pop quiz. I got out the Tupperware container of brownies my grandmother had sent me for some glucose fortification and went thought the UDP test files looking for questions that obviously came from the material in the current chapter, and working up my answers to them. Even though we had been assigned only the 'even' problems in the text, I worked through the 'odd' numbered ones, just in case the instructor was that obvious. I even got out the 'secret weapon' that Oiler had loaned me - and old 'Schaum's Outline' paperback that covered the material from our course. Many of the problems were constructed to have answers like zero or one half or one, to take any detailed arithmetical computation out of the process of solving them correctly, and he said lots of instructor's cribbed questions from these old books. I worked the problem sets that had solutions given so I could cross check myself. 

I made it through everything and found myself yawning. Kevin was still at ZZZ. I brushed my teeth and crawled under covers, setting my alarm a little early to make sure I didn't sleep through it again. 

Suddenly I was once again at the PIG lake house. It was a huge party with tons of people. I was sitting on the bank of the lake on a towel by myself. It was hot and I was sweating. Suddenly a big ski boat approached, making lots of noise like it was pulling quite a load. It was. There was a pyramid of skiers behind the boat. The bottom row was a group of Suzanne's muscular soccer girls. On the shoulders of the soccer girls were Mrs. Douglass, Janet, Melanie, Peggy, Elizabeth, Millie and Chrissy. On their shoulders rode Lara, Suzanne, and Nora. All three of the top row were in constant motion, trying to climb up on the shoulders of the other two, to be the top rider on the pyramid. I suddenly realized nobody was watching the water in front of them, and they were about to hit a huge dead tree sticking up just out of the water. 

I woke up. It was 2:30 AM. I hoped I could get back to sleep.

*******

I woke up just before the alarm went off. Funny how that happens. On the way down to breakfast, I got a text from Candy Matson. Her Dad's best friend had been killed in a light plane crash, and she was going to Oklahoma City for the funeral, so no slave training sessions for her this Friday and Saturday. She had copied Suzanne and Lara. Both responded with sympathy, then promised to punish her smartly later. Lara then invited Suzanne and me over for Friday night leftovers, popcorn, and Netflix, mentioning that she would set up her massage table, too. She was surely the hostess with the mostest.

I got to the conditioning class at Belmont Hall right on time. Saskia looked even better than Wednesday, if that was possible, and her new training setup blew me away. Each machine recognized our Fitbit and who we were, and had all our recorded information about our history of doing each particular exercise. Weight settings, resistance settings, damping, force exerted, reps done; it was all there. They also set the bar just a little higher for this session than any previous session. I knew the little ear sensors were sending heart rate and pulse ox to the computer programming the machines. Who knows what else Saskia may have devised? It was a little creepy. I started on my first set of bench presses, and about number six I realized I was going to have to really push to make it to the tenth rep. 

As I finished the eighth rep, Saskia's voice whispered in my left ear "Two more Robbie! Push it!" I made it through number nine. "I just love a strong finisher." Number ten took everything I had. Right before I reached the top, Saskia's voice said "Just a little harder, Baby, right there! Do it!"

I finished with a grunt. Saskia grunted with me! "That was so good, Robbie! Two more sets, Baby." 

I saw the machine countdown my resting period on the screen, as my heart rate dropped a fraction, and I did my best to move air to get the oxygen I needed. Somewhere from high school biology a little diagram reappeared in my head: AMP=>ADP=>ATP and back again in a circle. The countdown reached zero, and I pushed it.

The next station was preacher curls. The last set I thought my elbows were popping like knuckles. Then we rotated to the next station. What followed was 50 minutes of maximum exertion, with Saskia speaking suggestively in my ear to me, especially during the last set of each exercise, and her little robotic torture assistants making sure that each exercise pushed me to my limits. I have no idea what her voice was saying to the other class members, but it was as if she was talking directly to my member, and despite all the other exertion, it was responding. Just another demand on my already overtaxed circulatory system. 

There was a pop quiz in math. Most of the class groaned, but I just wanted to see the questions. Before he revealed them, the prof said we could substitute our highest pop quiz score for our lowest exam score, if we chose. I might. When the questions went up on the screen, I recognized three out of the four as being lifted verbatim from the Schaum's outline. Hoo Ha. Physics went well, and in embedded systems I managed to get the TA to declare my car as my semester practical. I was on a roll. 

I started dinner with a roll, too. Fried chicken, green beans, collard greens, and 'nanner puddin' for dessert. Shucks y'all. Polished off my afternoon classes, recopied and improved my notes and then dutifully put my books away in the bookshelf (that I had grabbed so helpfully several times while boffing Suzanne) where they could sleep unattended until Monday. I needed a little break. I had to lay in a little 'pre-dinner' before heading over to Lara's apartment, just in case the leftovers didn't get the job done for me. I had about an hour and half for a nap.




My Only Talent Ch. 30



*******

Dwight stayed up all night doing some emergency coding, or at least that's what everyone at his new California assignment for the agency thought he was doing. They had discovered a bit of a problem with response time in certain map scenarios, and the problem was obviously the sorting algorithm that they were using. It only took Dwight about ten minutes to install an improved version that the agency often used, pre-sorting the choices and 'pruning the tree' before sorting to find the final path. The rest of an hour to tune it up and make sure it met specs, like the old version didn't. At the project review meeting the next morning, Dwight would step up with a rumpled shirt and sleepy eyes, report that the problem was solved, and get noticed by some people he needed to meet and check out.

With that done, now he had the rest of the night to observe who else was pulling an all-nighter - and what folks around here normally did on 'third shift'. He started with the break room. It was empty. There was some left over birthday cake from someone's party this afternoon, and some very badly burned coffee. Dwight didn't drink coffee, but he felt duty bound to pour all that old crap out and make a new batch. It was interesting that they didn't have one of those 'circulate the water through the aluminum envelope' machines that were so popular now. This was a real live coffee maker - 36 cups worth. He loaded it up and started the brewing cycle.

Next stop - loading dock. You could learn a lot by observing loading docks and parking lots. At MIT, he saw a cool old paper about a guy who could predict stock prices of Silicon Valley companies just by tracking to density of cars in the parking lots. It was done back in the early 80's. Dwight had built an app that called some earthsat sites and automated 90% of the process. He found that these days it worked better for hardware makers than software or SAAS companies, even for the ones with plants in Malaysia or China. But at his next agency polygraph, he had to explain in great detail that all the stock trading profits were from the app, not insider trading.

There were the normal janitors emptying the garbage kind of things happening, and one guy taking fixed asset physical inventory with a scanner. There was no guard around though, even though the doors were open and garbage was being offloaded. Not good. He walked up the hall and found the guard chatting up a female janitor, both of them leaning against the wall. He went up a level and passed by the customer service area - two FSE's on duty for the customers in Asia where it was already tomorrow. One had his feet up on the desk and was reading a lurid and colorful T&A magazine. In these days when every broadband stream in the workplace was usually monitored and or interrupted if not white listed, the old jugs mags and porno books were becoming collector's items.

Up another level to 'mahogany row' - the C level offices. It was still often called that, even though paneling was now usually bamboo - much more PC. The VP Sales Asia was talking on a speaker phone very loudly in very bad Mandarin, and furthermore badly misrepresenting the product. If he made the sale some poor FSE would end up telling the customer the truth and catching all the shit later. That might be the plan. His door was open and he was clearly getting frustrated about his inability to communicate. The customer was in Shanghai, but this guy was speaking in a very bad nasal northern dialect. Dwight decided to keep his mouth shut and keep his language skills secret for now.

Dwight went back to his office and logged into the packet sniffers he had planted, reviewing the file transfers, email traffic and VOIP calls. Something was rotten in Denmark. Someone was sending out a really big file, to an ipv6 address that was obviously, at least to Dwight, spoofed. Who and what could he or should he tell about this without someone tumbling to his unauthorized sniffing of the network? He finally decided to change one bit in the file, which would show up as an edit made by the spoofed external user just at the time the transfer had started a few minutes ago. That bit marked it for being backed up singly, rather than with its normal cohort of files. Would that be enough for the sysop to spot it and tumble to the unauthorized transfer?

As he emerged from his office, he turned down the hall to see which sysops might be on duty. But as he passed by the CEO's office, he was astounded to find the door open and the sound of female laughter and a truly off key male singing voice. There were two 'young ladies' who might be 18 but surely were not yet 21 draped across the couch while the CEO sat up on his desk and sang, if you could call it that. This was not good.

*******

I was back at the Holiday Inn Express. The bride's mother was still hollering and chasing me, and asking to see my checking account balance. I ran over to the exhibition center, where a crew was putting up wires covered with cheap plastic flowers to try to hide the concrete walls. There was a rehearsal going on - the bride looked just like Lynn Da Britain, except 50 pounds heavier and smoking a cigarette. I ran up toward the front of the room, yelling "Stop, stop." Kevin was shaking me awake. "Robbie, wake up. Aren't you supposed to go to Lara's for supper?"

I showered hurriedly and put on a nice shirt and some slacks. The shirt was a little tight across the chest. It was a little cool out so I put on my English blazer, without the lining, and sauntered over to Lara's. I was about 20 minutes late arriving. Suzanne opened the door and kissed me - Lara was in the kitchen. When we got to the kitchen, we all three kissed each other.

Leftovers Lara style turned out to be 'planned overs' in the form of a previously made up but uncooked chicken casserole just about ready to come out of the oven, a fruit salad, and freshly cooked gruyere potatoes and green beans almandine. Sure beats the hell out of two day old bologna sandwiches. The smell of good food acted directly on my brain and made me feel much less anxious. Lara puttered at the stove while Suzanne and I finished setting the table.

Suzanne, as usual, began the conversation. "This smells wonderful, Lara. I am getting two great dinners in a row. Nora's cooking at the co-op last night was unreal. Dinner for 24, and she didn't even break a sweat, and it was four stars all the way. If Wall Street doesn't work out she can always open a restaurant or do a cooking show. The people over there at the housing co-op already worship her meals, and I can understand why!" 

Lara piped up. "I am surprised there were open seats for guests on one of her nights to cook."

"Only because two people had to be out of town."

Lara beckoned to me. "Help me carry stuff to the dinner table, Robbie?" That was largely symbolic, given that the kitchen counter was 4 feet from the table, but I was glad to serve. The food was great, especially compared to the dorm, which was not that bad, in its own way. 

Lara talked about her new schedule, revealing her changed goal of getting in to law school. I had heard law school enrollments were way down in the last few years. I thought she needn't worry - anyone who could pay tuition could probably get in. But she made it clear she did not want just any law school. Georgetown, Yale, Harvard, and Stanford were her top list. UT Austin was her backup school, and SMU was her final backstop. 

"Why the change, Lara?" Suzanne looked curious.

Lara laughed. "I can't stay an undetermined major forever. Seriously, I wanted to do something that would be compatible with my non-career plans. I want to have a family, and I figure if I have a law license I can find something to do whatever the family situation."

Suzanne asked "What would be your preferred family situation, Lara?"

"Four kids or more, but I can't have them by myself."

I had been in another of a series of sophomoric discussions at UDP about just this subject, so I offered up, "Actually, these days you might be able to!"

Lara looked at me funny. "I have been studying the issue. There are at least three ways I could have a baby as a single woman that would allow me to contribute at least half of the child's genome, and a few more that offer me a contribution of somewhat less than half but reduce the probability of certain genetic anomalies. But I don't want to raise kids by myself. I want them to have a dad and a mom in the home - I am convinced that is the best situation for a child."

Suzanne took up the conversation, with a little challenge in her tone. "That's very traditional of you, Lara."

"I don't want to say that's the only way to do it, or anything like that. That's just my opinion and how I would have to do it. I would also home school, but that's not for everyone, either."

Suzanne was getting interested. "Robbie, would you be a sperm donor for a single woman that wanted to have a child?"

This had been the crux of the UDP discussion - mainly that you could later get tapped for child support even if the 'mom' originally did not want you involved other than as just a donor. In my case, it would be totally irresponsible to let a kid who was likely to have inherited my only talent grow up without some help from his Dad. That wasn't the only reason, either.

"No. I think I would have been really screwed up without my Dad being there for me while I was growing up, and I think it's even worse for little girls. 'Daddy Issues' are a very real danger for a young girl." I also remembered Ralph going on and on about 'extra-chromosomal inheritance' and some of the as yet unexplained differences in babies that resulted from artificial or modified fertilization. "If I was going to be the father, it would be through normal intercourse and the mom and I would both have to be there for the kid until it was fully grown. That's just my opinion. Someone else can do it their way."

Lara smiled, then frowned. "It's a brave new world in many ways, but sometimes I get surprised. I spoke to an old Hockaday chum of mine, now a very out and outspoken lesbian. She was shocked to learn that old 'Super Straight' Lara had been with a woman. But then she got really angry when I told her that meant I was bi! She said people are either gay or straight or are kidding themselves and that bisexuals were the biggest fraud of all, and then walked away in a huff." 

That reminded me of another UDP sophomoric discussion about gender roles. That seemed to be the only kind of discussion going on about that subject. Ralph was shocked to discover that one of his early childhood role models from television reruns, Doogie Houser, was played by a gay actor. Ralph could certainly identify with the perfect SAT score and skipping lots of grades in school, but he was flummoxed by the gay thing. Especially after he read something in a gossip rag at the dentist's office. He had thought he understood what gay guys did in terms of sex acts, but he thought they all just did the same things to each other, sort of back and forth. The article quoted his once favorite actor as saying he was married to another man, and that he was the 'wife' in the relationship and the other guy was the 'husband'. This lead to an extended, embarrassing, and very sophomoric discussion of 'tops' and 'bottoms' and then 'power bottoms', to which an exasperated Ralph had said "How do they keep all those roles in mind? Do they wear colored tags to the gay bars? Is there a secret handshake? That's even more trouble than trying to understand women!"

Lara brought me back to the present conversation. "Well, child bearing is all futures and hypotheticals for now. Suzanne, why don't you be the first on the massage table tonight?"

Suzanne giggled "I thought you'd never ask!" and walked over to the massage table, skinned out of her jeans and top, which was all she had on, and did one smooth 'un-dip' with her arms up onto the table. Her body was for all practical purposes perfect, and often inspired me to try some almost impractical things, just for fun. She turned over onto her tummy, and I began massaging her feet while Lara did her hands. Lara offered me some of her special massage oil, and we both worked toward the center from the edges. The massage table was extra-long, and Suzanne was not, so there was plenty of room to stretch her arms out towards one end of the table, and her legs toward the other. Her chin and nose were facing down into the little 'chin and nose porthole' in the cushion that faced down to allow her to breathe. Suzanne made little sighing noises, and became more and more relaxed. It was amazing how peaceful it was for me to just concentrate on pleasing her. 

It occurred to me that when I just ignored her Suzie signals and just let myself go and do what I wanted, Suzanne seemed to get off the best. Would that work in reverse? If I just let Suzanne do what she wanted, would that get me off the best? That's all the time I had to speculate, as when my hands reached the back of her thighs and Lara's reached her deep back muscles, Suzanne's little Suzie was loudly whistling a happy tune. Suddenly Lara and I both detected the telltale aroma of the incredible Suzanne Snatch, AKA the Preternaturally Perfect Pliskin Pussy. 

Lara did one of her cartoon character imitations: "Ruh Roh! Perhaps you better turn over."

Suzanne did turn over, slowly and languidly, smiling smugly and making eye contact with each of us as she did so. She glistened, literally. I realize that I am grateful just to be in the room with this woman. We repeated the routine - start at the extremities and move toward the center. Lara, the massage table owner, had set the rules: the first two orgasms of the evening had to be manual - massage induced - rather than actual sex acts. As a result of this rule I had previously discovered that I really did not like hand jobs -even when given by such spectacular women as these. Lara loved doing it too me, though. She liked to see 'undeniable visual evidence' that she had 'got the job done' as she put it. But I also discovered that using my hands to get these two off completely fascinated me. When I was a kid, I was spellbound the first time I used a potter's wheel, seeing that just minor movements of my fingers could result in such dramatic changes in the clay. 

But this was even better. Minor movements of my fingers produced some really large and artistic reactions in this new and wonderful medium of spectacular female flesh. Soon my fingers were making a 'vee' alternatively squeezing and spreading Suzanne's outer pussy lips, while Lara's perfectly manicured fingers and red nails reached inside and brought her to a spectacular sneezing orgasm. 

The players changed places, and Lara soon succumbed to same treatment, with the same result, sans sneezes.

As I rotated onto my place up on the table, they bade me to start on my back, and I saluted them without using my hands. When I was approaching the point of no return, they had me turn over and around. This placed my legs toward the short side of the table, and the rest of my body on the long side, and there was only one place for my dick to go - down into the 'chin rest' porthole. This was the only yoga position I actually liked. Lara called it the 'downward dangling dong'. Since the first two orgasms having been attained through manual means, Lara was now 'legal' and she swung under the table with her red fingernails being the only thing showing on either side of the top of massage table. She began to slowly lick and suck me while Suzanne bent my legs at the knees and massaged the back of my thighs. 

I suddenly remembered having a crush on a gorgeous diver on the 'elite swim' private swim team in Highland Park. She was a senior when I started high school, and a highly recruited world class diver. She was short coupled like Suzanne, but her core muscles were thick and powerful, able to twist her body rapidly and in any way she wanted between the time she left the diving board and when she hit the water. She had a very stereotyped exercise routine that she performed poolside so everyone could see, consisting of sit-ups, push-ups, etc. plus a spectacular finish. She suspended herself under the diving board with her feet pressing against the underside, and put her hands on either side of the diving board and did 'upside down push ups', counting each one off as her nose (and simultaneously her hot, pointy little breasts) touched the bottom of the diving board. 

I am sure that all this was for somebody's benefit other than mine, and I'm not even sure she even knew I existed, but I never missed an opportunity to watch the spectacle. The fantasies I had then suddenly connected with the reality of what was happening to me now, but Lara was no fantasy, and when I came she sucked me dry in a manner decidedly superior to my pubescent fantasies, and her fingers straining to pull herself up against the underside of the table were more exciting than my memories of the diver. Suzanne, standing at the end of the table, put her thumbs up against the insertion of my gluts into my pelvis and kneaded and pressed like she was forcing the final measure of toothpaste out the bottom of the tube. I never knew dental hygiene could be so fulfilling.

We all three did some heavy breathing and stretching, and then Suzanne said "Come on, Lara, lets hide in the bed. He'll never find us there!" They scampered off toward the bedroom, all of a dozen feet away, giggling crazily. I stretched, waiting long enough to make them wonder if I was actually going to follow them or not. They needn't have worried.

Even if I hadn't known exactly where they were going, I could have found them easily by following the slurping noises. They were in fact under the covers, and locked in a slowly moving 69. I pulled the covers back slowly, and as they were revealed, they got even busier. I just stopped and beheld the beautiful sight. Then Suzanne, who was really getting into going down on Lara, dropped to the foot of the bed and propped Lara's butt up on a small pillow, and then used the two big square pillows that matched the bedspread and normally covered the head of the bed placed under the knees to prop Lara's legs wide apart. She then dove into Lara's crotch like a madwoman, and Lara began growling. I had never seen Suzanne so hungry for pussy. 

I didn't take long to contemplate that, though, because my inner teenage boy was fascinated by Lara's amazing chest, now flushed red with excitement, rising and falling with her deep breaths, and adorned with some very large and very erect nipples. The valley between her big breasts now seemed like the perfect place for my dick. It was. Even better than I thought. Happily, Lara looked up and smiled, then looked down and my dick, and smiled again. That's my girl!

I grabbed her teats roughly and wrapped them around my cock, and then fucked the little valley, squeezing her nipples hard between my little finger and third finger on each hand. Happy Valley. Heaven Skin. She had a big Suzanne induced orgasm and opened her mouth to gasp at just the right time. Suddenly I was totally relaxed, all over.

But Suzanne was ready for round two, and pretty aggressive about letting us know what she wanted. She pulled one of us to each breast, and we were glad to accommodate her. But it wasn't exactly Madonna and Child time, either. Soon as was on my back, erect, and Suzanne was sliding herself on top of me. Perfect fit. Lara faced Suzanne and sat on my face, and I lost myself in pleasing her, tuning her Suzie up like a piano tuner with a digital meter. Lara and Suzanne were kissing each other passionately, and looked a lot better than any of those 'I kissed a girl' videos that my roommate favored so. My view from underneath them was not ideal from a cinematographic point of view, but it was totally hot.




My Only Talent Ch. 30



For some reason, I remembered one of our last times with Millie - a frenzied foursome that focused on a submissive Suzanne right after she completed one of her long training runs. After some serious flogging while Suzanne was strapped to the trapeze, Millie and Lara both donned dildos and penetrated her pussy and her ass, while I fucked her mouth with reckless abandon. I heard some new and very raucous Suzie notes from Suzanne that night, before a series of sneezing orgasms carried her away on an endorphin cloud. I realized that was probably the scene she was thinking about recreating with Günter, me and another player yet to be named, but with three authentic, real live dicks instead of the plastic peni. 

If I was to 'have her any way she will have me' like I promised, and if I wanted to please her the best I could, shouldn't I be on board with her plan? And after all, wasn't all this just part of her delayed, but now seemingly resurrected, plan to have some 'wild college days' before she finished her PhD. Did I want to be with Suzanne long term? Yes. If she had done her wild college days before I ever met her, would I still want to settle down with her? Yes. Even if she told me all about it? Yes, but it would probably be better if I didn't hear it. Could I stand watching Günter penetrate my best girl? Should I go forward with the 'swapfest' planned for this Sunday night? Hadn't I already promised to? Man is not a rational animal, man is a rationalizing animal.

We all three settled down into Lara's big bed in one big cuddle fest. I lay on my back with one girl on either side. I knew from disappointing personal experience not get my hopes up, nipple-wise. But suddenly both girls were toying with my happy nipples, seemingly fascinated. They caressed my chest, rubbing from my belly button up to my shoulders and back. Nirvana with a side order of perfection.

"Robbie, I know you have just started working out, but your chest suddenly looks a lot bigger!' Lara breathed.

"Look at those pecs! I like them." Echoed Suzanne. 

The both swirled their fingers around my nipples and kissed the side of my chest. A double girlfriend hall of fame moment.

"I just can't keep from wanting to touch your chest."

"Me too!"

Hoo Hah! I need more voltage. Raise the kites, Igor! I mean Saskia. You can crank up those machines to the max for me. Sock it to me. I'll endure anything you devise to get more of this action! I fell asleep on my own little Cloud Nine.

*******

Dwight was stunned to inaction, certainly not the norm for him. He could not believe what he was watching the CEO do, and on site in his own office, to boot. Just a 30 second video of this song shot with an iPhone and sent to Gawker or Deal Breaker could kill the company's next funding round deader than the dodo. If he did this shit with his office door open, who knows what might be happening behind closed doors. This CEO was ripe for manipulation, and his exploding ego was such that he could not see that these two 'very young ladies' could only be around him for not so good reasons. 

But what could Dwight do about it? Whatever he did, Roger Sherman, his nitwit supervisor, would second and third guess him to death. He knew this newly appointed CEO had only been a lab rat scientist before, and with the new position, a big salary, and some female attention for the first time in his forty nine years on earth, he was feeling his oats. But the oats he was chewing were laced with corporate equivalent of the ergot fungus, and sure to give him a hell of a ride and an even worse hangover. Not to mention screw up Dwight's career path. This might be his last big field assignment if they made him quit field work to marry Carmencita, because he would give it up for her in a heartbeat if he had to. His plan had been to go out with a bang - a big success on this final field gig, and then get kicked upstairs to management on a decent trajectory. Could he still pull that off? 

*******

I drifted off to sleep and suddenly I was ten years old again, and taking another long car trip with my parents in the 'Robertsmobile'. Because my father rode airplanes around for business at least three days of most weeks, when he took some vacation time, usually in the summer, he insisted on driving wherever we went. Even though he had literally a million frequent flyer miles on several different airlines, we drove. And just as he had a specialized small 'airport car' to leave parked at the airport, he also had a big honkin' full sized white Chevy Suburban for our summer vacation trips. With just the four of us, there should have been plenty of room for luggage and other stuff.

But we needed all the room we could get. My mother had never heard of the concept of traveling light. Her rule was two pieces of luggage for an overnight trip, plus at least one piece for each additional day. For a one week trip, she often brought along 8 or more bags. Or I should say she packed 8 or more bags. My father and I brought them all along, in and out of the Suburban at every overnight stop, like serfs and footmen. He stopped planning trips longer than about 10 days, because he stubbornly refused to tow a trailer behind the Suburban just for her luggage. 

So we drove all over the United States before I even started high school, seeing every tourist trap in the lower 48. My folks even kept a log book, checking off each state as we reached it. We then drove to Alaska on the Alaska Highway. But even my dad couldn't drive to Hawaii. 

But he did tell a joke about it, every summer, usually just after we left our driveway. "A fellow is swimming on the beach in California when he notices something in the sand, and when it digs it up it's an old urn. He rubs it to clean the sand off and a Genie pops out. The Genie says you may have one wish, for anything you want."

Usually he would pause for effect here. 

"The guy thinks for a moment and says that he hates to fly but always wanted to visit Hawaii, and asks the genie to build a bridge all the way to Hawaii so he can drive there instead of flying."

"The Genie gets a pained expression and goes on and on about tides, erosion, coral reefs and endangered species, and expansion joints and earthquakes, and disrupting sailing lanes and fish and bird migrations, and Pacific typhoons, and finally says it is just too hard to do and asks him to please pick another wish."

"The guy thinks a moment and says that if he can't have that bridge, then he wants to truly understand women." 

The Genie gets another very pained expression and says "One lane, or two?" 

I guess didn't really understand the significance of that joke back then.

My mother would sit in the front passenger seat and alternatively knit or read. My dad wanted to listen to the radio. Continuous news and talk stations, working the radio dial to keep a station in range as we moved across the countryside. This always engendered an argument with my mother, who wanted all music all the time. They finally compromised by playing music CDs most of the time, and my father would tune the radio and pick up the news at the top of each hour. 

Perhaps in an effort to placate my mother's ire, and improve his chances to actually need the separate room with a king size bed they always got while on trips, my father would bring CDs of music that was popular when they were dating or first married. This resulted in my sister and me knowing a lot more 80's tunes and lyrics than we wanted to. My parents even had 'their song' - an old Hall and Oates ditty about "You make-uh my dreams come true." It was often the first thing we heard after that Genie joke. 

In my current dream, I was wandering aimlessly across the countryside, strapped tightly in my seat belt, and someone else was driving, and the stereo was playing another song further on down the list on the Hall and Oates Greatest Hits CD, singing "You've got the body, Now you want my soul, ... Yeah, I, I-I, I'll do almost anything, That you want me too, ooh, Yeah, But I can't go for that, nooo, No, No can do." 

I wonder what that dream meant.

*******

Suzanne woke me up early Saturday morning. She was going to take a bus with her soccer club girls to a tournament in Houston, spending all day Saturday and most of Sunday there. I was usually looking for any excuse to drive my still new (to me) car, so I had volunteered to run her up to the ESU Intermural Fields parking lot to board the bus. It was 0500 hours and we had to meet the bus at 0600, but Suzanne insisted on a doggie style quickie in the bathroom so we wouldn't wake Lara. She was still my kind of girl.

After kissing Suzanne goodbye and watching her board the bus and wave, I drove around mindlessly for a while. It helped me think. Or in this case, it helped me to not think. My stomach growled loudly, reminding me of another way to avoid thinking about Sunday night. I thought about going to UDP for breakfast, but the cooks had Saturday morning off, and I needed some hot food. I drove the car back and parked in Lara's second space, then walked briskly north to the Jester dining hall.

I was just about the only one there. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and (previously frozen) orange juice occupied my attention for a while. Lara had an LSAT review class most of the day, then we were going to meet at her place tonight for leftovers and Netflix as a hollow substitute for the postponed Candy training. I trudged upstairs and put on my running togs. Kevin was spending the weekend with Lou Baby's parents. I would pay to see that. Hopefully he would tell me all about it when he got back. I went down and did my sprints, and then recalling last night's female reaction to my newly expanding chest, I did 100 pushups and as many chin ups as I could manage. 

Finally,I played my last avoidance card - school work on a Saturday. I did a first draft of my upcoming 'debate' for linguistics with Lynn Da. That kept my head down until lunch, then I went through next week's reading assignments in math, physics, and linguistics, and wrote the damn SQUID paper for the physics lab guy. That research got me to thinking. Could a sensitive and advanced SQUID detect the Suzie signals with a technological receiver, rather than my biological receiving array? 

I took a shower and skipped my usual pre-dinner at the dining hall, and walked to Lara's building. She was in a strange mood, and insisted that we go out to eat, not her usual choice. On a Saturday night in Austin, the population pressure on restaurants is pretty fierce, which usually means long waits if you didn't have a reservation. We ended up going way north on Burnet Road, almost to the Pickle Campus, and after a mercifully short wait (my stomach was playing quite a tune by now), we snagged a table for two at a Mexican restaurant in a strip center. It was right under a Planned Parenthood office, and I wasn't sure what that might mean. 

They brought us a bowl of tortilla chips and offered us a choice of how hot the table prepared salsa should be. The waiter looked at me suspiciously when I asked for Habanero maximum heat, as if to say "you can't handle the truth, Gringo." He gave me a sample on a chip and I dipped it and chewed it for a while, smiling and looking him right in the eyes, then asked if they had any Xochitl brand XXX hot commercial salsa in the back. He looked insulted, and then went back to the kitchen and brought out a whole bright orange Habanero, and chopped it up finely, including the seeds, and added it to the salsa dish on the table and mixed thoroughly. Perfect. Lara had to stick to the bean dip. 

The Mariachis fired up two tables away, loud and proud, for a birthday party. They were supposed to bring good luck. I wondered if they could do Daft Punk. They had a big loud Guitarron Mexicana, but no horn section. It was just as well. I couldn't look at another musical instrument right now without seeing wave motion equations from physics. The loud music seemed to improve Lara's mood, and I was hoping my habanero hot sauce fueled hormonal storm and John Henry act later would make her feel better too. 

We didn't get back to Lara's place until almost 10 PM. We put on Netflix and made out on the couch all during the movie, then went to bed and fucked like rabbits. All very conventional. All very wonderful. I slept soundly, but had no dreams that I can remember, nor wanted to. 

*******

Sunday started early, too, as Lara had to go the second day of her weekend LSAT prep marathon. Transportation was no issue - it was held at the Hampton Inn a block from her building. I walked her over and kissed her goodbye in the lobby, to the obvious consternation of a bellman who had that now familiar look that said 'why is that girl with that loser?' The joke is on you pal - she loves me.

I grabbed a couple of sweet rolls in the dining hall when I got back to the dorm, and took a nap, setting my alarm in time for my lunch meeting with Susan from Beta Omicron Theta. Her family's 'lake house' where we were to meet was on the other side of the river, in the (previously) little bedroom community of Westlake Hills, and Google maps said it would only take me about 15 minutes to drive there on a no traffic day like today. A quick zoom in to street view showed me it was no small cottage - it was perched on a hillside overlooking the river, and Zillow told me it was just a little over 6,000 square feet, and last sold for over $5M. Whew!

I spent the next few minutes doing a little additional research on Miss Susan. Her father was a partner in a big law firm in Houston, the same one that Susan's grandfather was 'of counsel' for, along with several other big time but now out of office politicians from both parties. Lobbyists all, I assumed. Her mother was a very high end realtor - I didn't see any houses listed with her below $2M. On the BOT website, Susan was listed as a political science major who planned to go to law school. That gave me something to think about besides Günter and Suzanne while I drove. 

Oiler and Bigun had equipped my car with a speech to text SMS app that linked to my phone, so I texted Susan to let her know I was about 5 minutes away. Her reply appeared across my windshield on the heads up display "drive thru gate - park by green lantern". I guess the space next to the Flash was taken. I turned into the small driveway and sure enough there were three little single parking spaces in the front yard all surrounded by some very HGTV landscaping, and one of them was right next to an antique street light that was sort of an oxides of copper shade of green. The gate closed right behind me, and Susan appeared, holding open a big wooden door with hammered metal straps in that same shade of green and beckoning me to enter. 

She led me up one level to giant 'great room' that looked out over the landscape with a nice view of the river and all the other expensive houses nearby, and we sat on stools at a countertop that was between the great room and the big kitchen. They must share a decorator with Lara's dad: lots of duplicated stainless steel appliances. There was a little 'mini-spread' brunch laid out on the counter top and she told me to serve my own plate and then we would talk. The covered and heated dishes had scrambled eggs, bacon, some corn tortillas, pico de gallo, sliced avocado, and some lukewarm but passable commercial hot sauce. Some fresh orange juice in a glass pitcher nearby finished my lunch checklist. I was going to be okay, food wise. I chowed down and prepared to listen.

Like the women at the 'Addicted to' party, I expected she would waste some time telling me what she thought she should say, rather than the truth. Not this time, Master.

"When I came to Austin to go to school, I was going to be Daddy's little angel. Go to law school and be an even better lawyer than anyone in his big law firm, marry a hot quarterback or a stellar heart surgeon, and after a brief but brilliant legal career where I got my picture on the cover of several glossy magazines, settle down and have 3 or 4 beautiful kids and play golf or tennis in the afternoons while the kids excelled at private school, and then take wonderful weekend trips with my stud muffin husband while Grandma and Grandpa doted on the kids."

Pretty complete little plan, I thought. "What happened?"

She sighed. "I was a legacy to my mother's sorority, and when I pledged it was the happiest day of my life. I was assigned to be the little sister helper to the sorority president, Debra Plouff, a senior who was also the most beautiful and smartest woman on campus. I was in awe of her. I wanted to be like her."

I sensed there was a lot more to this story. She launched a little Suzie signal, off key and melancholy sounding. 

"I had a big crush on Debra, too. The first time I had ever felt that way about another girl. She was a one woman clique within the sorority, and I desperately wanted to be a part of that clique. She made me do her laundry, and brush her hair, and even do her nails. I loved it. I wanted to spend every minute with her. I wanted to know everything about her." 

She shifted around on the little chair. "When the first away football game came along, all the other girls took the charter bus to go to the game. But Debra said she had to stay to study for a test on Monday after the game, and she asked me to stay with her. I was so happy! I took my books to her room after the bus left, and quietly studied so as not to break her concentration. About 11 PM, she put all her books up, and stretched, and told me to come over and give her a massage to help her relax."

She took a deep breath and drew herself up to her full height, sighing. Her Suzie sighed too. "She shed her clothes and I rubbed her and after a while told me she wanted me to kiss her breasts and eat her pussy. I was mortified, but frantically excited at the same time. She told me what to do, and I did it, craving her approval. When she said it felt good, I was overjoyed. When she came, I felt a buzz of excitement like never before."

"Then she pulled her covers up and said I could stay the night in her roommate's bed if I wanted to, and went to sleep by herself in her bed in two seconds. I was crushed. I went from the highest high to the lowest low. I wanted her to touch me too. The next night the same thing happened. She kept me like a yoyo on a string for that whole semester. Then one night Debra gave me a little kiss on the lips before sending me back to my room. I was hooked all over again." 

"Then she taught me to eat her ass. I was grossed out at first but I wanted to please her. It made her come very strongly, and she would kiss me several times on the nights when I did that. Then she taught me how to use Ben Wa balls on her, and it made her come really hard, and she would touch my breasts when she kissed me. Now I was truly in love, and even more desperate for her to touch me." 

She stood up and hugged herself, with a funny look on her face. "At Spring Break in the second semester, she went off to spend the week with her new boyfriend at his family's place in Florida, leaving me heart broken in Austin without even saying goodbye. When she got back, she asked for another massage and I ended up doing everything for her again. After she came several times, she kissed my breasts, driving me crazy, and then made me go down on her again. The next day, she began to touch my ass when she passed by me sometimes at the sorority house. I was enchanted again."

"About two weeks before the semester ended, Debra asked me to spend the night with her while her roommate was gone on a weekend trip. She sat on my face and roughly got herself off. Then she pulled me under the covers with her and kissed my breasts and gently touched my pussy through my nightgown. I was infatuated with her all over again. Then she had me spend the rest of the night licking her ass while I used my fingers in her pussy. I was so desperate for her to touch me some more that I would do anything for her. Anything!"




My Only Talent Ch. 30



"The day before finals, she took me to bed and demanded that I totally devote myself to pleasing her. I ate her for two hours straight. I got her off with my fingers, I worshipped her ass with my mouth for another two hours, then used the Ben Wa balls on her with my fingers in her pussy again. I literally made her come all night. I was exhausted. Then, just before dawn, she began to gently kiss me and touch my breasts. Tenderly and wonderfully like she never had before. Debra touched my breasts, she kissed them, and she gently bit my nipples. I was in ecstasy. Debra loved me, she wanted to please me! Then she took off my panties and ate my pussy like an angel. I came so hard I passed out." 

Susan shivered with the memory, but then her eyes got steely. "When I woke up, she was lying beside me, looking at me. I looked at her and started to tell her how much I loved her, but before I could say anything, she said "That's it for our little fling, pledge girl. It's been fun but it has now run its course."

Susan began to cry. "I was astonished. I was paralyzed. I was almost suicidal. My heart was broken."

"I almost flunked out of school because I failed most of my finals. My 'loving big sister' Debra got married that summer, to a guy that had just finished medical school and joined a big dermatology practice in Houston. I didn't even get invited to the wedding." 

She drew herself up and her look morphed from sad and determined to predatory and evil. "Never again! Not to me. I was never going to be on the losing side of that little game again. I cried and sulked all summer, then went back to school in the fall. I started dating guys that met my husbandly criteria, and I prick-teased them constantly, telling them I would have sex only with my husband. But I also found myself a mousy little freshman pledge girl to get me off. She was even more naive and stupid than I had been. I did to her exactly the same thing my big sister had done to me, but even better. I would come home from a date and make her eat me. She ate my pussy every night for the first six weeks before I even told her that she was pleasing me. I spanked her when she didn't clean up my room for me."

"I made her eat my ass every night, then spanked her because she didn't do it well enough, and made her eat my pussy some more. She became even more devoted to me. I told her she could not masturbate without my permission. When she did, I made her do it where I could watch. She soon said she couldn't have an orgasm unless I was watching. I used her like dog for the whole long term school year. The last night before finals, I made her serve me all night until dawn so she couldn't study, and then I slowly and teasingly stripped her and caressed her. She got so wet she soaked her bed, and then I quickly tongued her to one little climax. She screamed that she loved me. I told her it was over."

Susan gulped, then smiled. "She didn't even go to her two finals that day." She laughed. "It was fantastic. I was on top. It got me high. Then my milquetoast pre-med boyfriend asked me to get engaged that afternoon, so I broke up with him, too. So much fun. I had cleared my slate for the next summer and fall. I am on my third little freshman pussy licker now, and I will make her come once and then dump her just before finals. I have two guys chasing me like crazy and I will never let either one of them even get to second base. I love watching them squirm. Life is good!" But her Suzie said it wasn't. It had a haunting tone, off key and disturbing, with hints of that awful Melanie music.

I reached up and touched her chin, moving her eyes up to look at me. "So what's the problem?"

She began to cry. "I can't go on like this all my life. It's not good enough for me!"

I thought I saw the problem. In Engineering 101 we were taught to call it 'setting infeasible conditions', or 'erroneous problem definition', so I sought some clarification.

"Do you still have the plan to be a super lawyer with a successful husband and three kids? What kind of relationship do you want with him?"

*******

Less than a mile from Susan's 'lake house', Asa Weltschmerz was relaxing by his pool. Sunday afternoons were the only time of the week he could 'veg out' as his kids put it, and just think. He had spent the morning speaking to a fund raising 'power breakfast group' at ACC, happily avoiding having to play golf with anyone, and this evening he would dine with another group of donors who were primarily supporters of ESU athletics. This was going to be the first actual test of the response to his grand strategy to enhance fundraising for the med school, and ESU in general. 

Robbie Roberts actually made it all possible. The $100M single donation from Sapiento was twice as much as Asa had counted on, and it gave him some room to maneuver, fund raising wise. Since ESU had the most sports revenue of any school, and athletics brought in lots of big donors, too, he decided to position the medical school as having one of the best physiology departments in the world, and to be seen as contributing to both academic prestige and to results on the field of play. 

He planned an assault on several fronts, from building up a very controversial developmental optometry group to help the athlete's improve their vision, luring Bob the Knob back to complete his vision of completely individualized training programs, and genetic screening for recruits. Saskia Grandael turned out to be a real find. He could get Arturia Brown to do anything he wanted if Asa would agree to be listed as co-author just one of those papers that Saskia's work had made possible. Arturia's citation index would climb to levels never before even remotely possible, and she could apply for grants she never could before. Asa would demand that one paper be completed and submitted before he dropped three others with Saskia alone. Two could play academic power games, and he was much better at it than Arturia would ever be. 

Saskia could help him locate and recruit the post docs that Bob the Knob would want, and another source had shared that Bob's wife and kids did not like San Diego, at all. They wanted to come back to Austin. The oldest one would discover that he was not only admitted to the ESU honors computer science program, but that he got a scholarship that canceled out the free ride to UCSD that Bob's faculty status conveyed. Bob's wife, a surgical nurse, just happened to have been offered a great position at the expanding University Hospital, with the option to get into a PhD program and eventually become a full professor of nursing. Saskia was going to be a big help to close the final deal. 

*******

Susan's face had turned to stone. "All the guys that look like they could make good money are too wimpy. I can't respect them, so they don't get me hot. My plan was to just have them as a husband, not a lover, and get my jollies from submissive women. But the thrill is gone from that, now, too."

I tried to tap into her Suzie fantasy carrier. She was so upset that it was hard to tell anything from it. I could just ask her, I suppose.

"What do you really want, Susan? Do you want a man with a good income that you can dominate and/or cuckold by having other men?"

She gasped. "No. I would rather just have him be asexual than be like that."

"Do you want a man at all? What kind of man would make you hot?"

Her face twisted like she was fighting something. I caught a splash of Suzie images: Millie at the UDP Halloween party in her almost naked metal fuck suit, on a leash and taking my strobe lit metal cock piece in her mouth. Another image of Susan on her back with her legs wide open, almost doubled over, and a powerful looking man whose face was obscured really pounding into her, hard and fast. 

"Do you want a woman?"

"As long as I can dominate her and make her my worm!"

But her Suzie belied that hardness. I played a hunch. "What time in your life were you the most excited sexually? What feeling would you like to have over and over again in the future?"

Her answer came right away. "When I realized that Debra was actually kissing my pussy, and that she actually wanted to please me, too." Then she looked as if she was surprised at her own answer. Her face softened.

I asked her again. "Do you want a man who would demand that you please him, but who also wanted to please you? A man that you could also trust as a husband, provider and father?" Her face took on a silly grin, and she shook her head yes, almost too much.

She finally spoke. "That would be nice. A strong dependable husband and a compliant little sister on the side."

I tried to get her to say more. "I suppose ideally the man should be into that little sister, too, and vice versa, so you could all three be open and honest with each other?"

She looked happy and calm, like I had just described Nirvana.

But then, her face changed to a predator's glare, and she leaned forward toward me and pinned me with her eyes. I suddenly could see her as a ball busting district attorney about to slice and dice a hostile witness on cross examination. "Do they still teach probability and statistics over at the Cockrell School of Engineering, Roberts? Finding an arrangement like that would be about as likely as being on the way to the lottery office to turn in your single winning Powerball ticket, and then getting hit simultaneously by lighting, a meteorite, and a blue '57 Chevy!"

After that she seemed to dismiss me as a dreamer, and soon ushered me out. At least I had kept my promise to her.

*******

As I left Susan's, I drove around aimlessly, feeling a little detached. Suzanne then texted me right back into abject reality. "Almost back to IF bus stop, my animal. Can u pick me up?" Of course I was physically capable of it, but did I really want to? It was only two hours until dinner at Strelsa and Günter's place. I wished that was all it was. On my way to the Intermural Fields, I drove slowly by a good portion of the Austin State Hospital grounds, which was appropriate because Suzanne was slowly driving me crazy. 

She smiled and waved when she saw me, and then threw her soccer bag in the back seat and hopped into the front. When she kissed me on the cheek, I could see a purple bruise forming on the side of her left leg. "Ouch, babe. Looks like you got tackled pretty hard?"

She made a motorboat noise with her lips. "They got me and not the ball, and we got a score on the free kick. I guess that's what they call taking one for the team." I did want to extend that analogy right now. 

"You smell great Robbie, but I don't. I need a shower. Can you take me to my apartment?"

Her place was south of the river, a small nondescript complex tucked in right next to huge showy one. At least this time when I pulled into her parking lot, there was no phony cable TV truck with Dwight parked there scanning for Russians, as far as I knew, anyway. There was also no chance that just the two of us were getting ready to go to a simple fraternity toga party, either. She finished her bottle of water while I drove. When we got there she quickly disappeared into her bathroom, with no hint of an invitation for me to join her. 

Suzanne liked to take long showers, and she was taking this one without me. That gave me time to think. Too much time to think. I was left alone to ponder my emotions, and they were a very dark and mixed brew. I fell back on my mom's one and only psychoanalytical technique, which she first employed when I was 5 years old, and I did not want to go to my first day of kindergarten. 

"Robbie, what's the worst thing that could possibly happen if you go?"

Perhaps in compensation for my slow and clumsy physical development and late onset of puberty, my imagination and verbal development were well ahead of schedule. I began to talk at 14 months, and according to my father, I never shut up again. I also could come up with a lot of ideas to talk about.

"The school could get hit by a tornado and everyone would die. A bully could punch me in the face and I could lose all my teeth and be deformed for life. I could get polio."

My mother congratulated me on my imagination, and then talked me through how likely and unlikely some of these things were. By this process she led me to the stuff that was relatively likely and that I was really scared of: that nobody would like me or talk to me, some big kid would hit me, or that all the other kids would tease me like my older sister did. Then she got me to admit that even if these things did happen that five year old Robbie could probably deal with them. But my current situation was definitely an adult problem.

So let's face the music, Roberts: what's the worst thing that could happen tonight if I go through with this and I watch my best girl Suzanne suck and fuck Günter, who is older and taller than me, better looking, and probably has a much bigger dick?

She could look up dreamy eyed from sucking Günter's (assumedly) huge cock and say "Now this is a real dick. I never want to see your pitiful little thing again!" Was that why she told me that Strelsa had been thinking about my dick? Because she had been thinking about Günter's giant pleasure pole? 

When Günter fucks her, she could sneeze five times and scream "Oh My God! It's so big and so good. I can never be happy with Robbie's little weewee again!"

Dr. Phil would say that I was afraid of losing control in the relationship. No shit, Sherlock. But I never really had control, did I? I told Suzanne I would take her any way I could have her and be her little meat puppet, and she could dump me anytime, and if she did I would be happy for the time I had with her before she dumped me. I knew going into it that she was so beautiful that she could get any guy she wanted. Maybe people were right to wonder why she was with a loser like me.

If she really loved me, why would she want two or three dicks at once? Shouldn't she be satisfied with me? Shouldn't she be so happy with me that never even wants to try anything with anybody else? Wasn't I so happy with her that I never wanted to try any other girls? Uh-oh. 

I recalled the discussion I had with Ralph, wherein he opined that upon discovering that your girlfriend wanted multiple guys in bed with her all the time that you would just dump her and be glad you figured it out before you fell in love with her. Too late for that, dummy! Ralph was a 'zero sum game of love' kind of guy, arguing that whatever love your girlfriend gave to someone else was something she wouldn't give to you.

I remembered another one of our UDP sophomoric bullshit sessions about 'open relationships' versus 'traditional monogamy'. Cisco, of all people, was expounding the open relationship way of looking at things. He said you should be able to say "My partner loves me so much that she trusts our relationship to expand outward by experiencing even more love with others". That sounded like a hippy dippy version of the old line from the cheating husband about 'who ya' gonna believe, me or your lying eyes?' 

I seemed to remember Suzanne talking about me and Peggy after she tumbled to what was going on. She laid it on pretty thick about her understanding that I wanted to 'rub up against something big and bouncy and kiss it and play with it and enjoy it' and about me being 'an understanding and interesting man'. I thought she was talking about me playing with Peggy's big breasts and ass. But maybe she was talking about her playing with Günter's dick, too. Shit. 

Cisco had continued pitching his position. "The relationship should be so open and trusting that we can experience sexual and romantic thrills with other people and it does not threaten our bond."

Well, I had certainly experienced thrills with Peggy, Candy, Elizabeth, and Orinda. Suzanne knew about all of them, though not in total detail. Except Elizabeth. Somehow Elizabeth was different. I certainly didn't want to just see Peggy after I had her instead of Suzanne, just because Peggy had bigger tits than Suzanne. Hell, Peggy had bigger ones than Lara, but I would never prefer her to Lara. But was it different with a dick? Was a big dick much more pleasurable for a woman, meaning there was a real functional difference, not just an aesthetic difference? If so, why didn't all human males evolve huge dicks a million years ago? 

How was Günter dealing with all this? Obviously he and Strelsa hadn't gotten divorced since last week, and when we left their apartment it sounded like he was really into her, so to speak. Strelsa did not have any trouble getting off with my dick, whatever its relative size. I was absolutely certain that she truly enjoyed sucking it, too. I certainly enjoyed her enjoying it. 

I remembered Cisco's final point from the discussion at the UDT house. Something like "There is an unlimited supply of love, so loving more than one person is a choice that can expand your potential for giving and receiving love." So the more dicks Suzanne gets the happier I should be, right? Right. 

I guess the key question is how jealous do I feel and how well can I deal with it? I believe jealousy is normal, in that 99% of all people I know about have problems with it. Some people kill over it, some people just get out and leave the relationship behind forever, and some people just forgive and forget and go on. But how many people actively practice a lifestyle that repeatedly subjects them to intimate situations that are sure to trigger the green monster?

Maybe it was like a fear of heights. You climb one step and then try to relax and adjust to being up there. Then you take another step and wait until you settle down, and eventually you can climb all the way to the top of the stairs with no problem. But Suzanne was going to go all the way with Günter tonight. I had no time to adjust. Was it better to just tear off the bandage all at once, or take it slow? Maybe it was better to not get cut at all!

I guess I would wait and see how I reacted to tonight's action. I knew a few things for sure right now. I would never accept this kind of thing in a long term relationship with a wife. With a hot lover in the short term, maybe. It might be that if I watched Suzanne with Günter, it might turn me on like it did when I watched her with Strelsa. I sure hope not. But even if it did, I could not abide with passively watching my wife with another man. It might be that after I watched Suzanne with Gunter, I would never want to touch her again. That would be quite a loss, but as it is very popular and very annoying to say lately - it is what it is. I had agreed to go forward with this, and I had already done Strelsa with Günter as my audience, so I would try to be a silent voyeur tonight. I would soon learn that Suzanne was either just a hot girlfriend during our 'wild college days' or if she was really a long term option for me. 

With only about 20 minutes left until we were due for dinner (a 15 minute drive from her place), Suzanne emerged from her bedroom, hair shining, in full makeup and heels with a low cut dark blue dress. She looked totally fantastic, of course. Bitch!

I drove, she talked. 

"Robbie, you know I love you, and I always will."

Uh-oh. This can't be good. With women, isn't it always the good news first and then the very, very bad news second when the 'talk' starts out like this?

"I love Lara, too."

Who doesn't?

"I trust both of you. I trusted you enough to let myself be a total slut with you both. I discovered that I was a total slut when I let myself go with you. Because of all the things that happened to me before I met you, I was shut down, sexually. I realize now that I was also shut down emotionally. I would have stayed that way if you hadn't been so honest with me. When you said you were just a freshman and you weren't even thinking about long term relationships, and you would be my meat puppet, I realized that was just what I needed. You just can't shut yourself off emotionally, no matter how badly it hurts to stay open and vulnerable. I know now that I can't shut myself off sexually either. I am a slut, just like Millie is. In the long term I want to be a one man slut, like Millie is doing with Jay Kincaid. Before I met you, I never thought I would have a long term relationship with a man again, so it really didn't matter, back then. Now it does."




My Only Talent Ch. 30



I knew not to say anything. I wasn't sure I could right now, even if I wanted to.

"I know now that my inner slut needs some 'wild college days' before I settle down. But I am trying to be an ethical slut - and be as open and honest as I can be, and to get as many thrills as I can without taking too much risk of hurting myself, you or Lara. I would never do anything behind your back. I think I need a couple of thrills like you got with Millie, Miss Big Teats and Ass, Orinda, and maybe some I don't even know about. But that's okay. Yes it made me jealous, and I was afraid you would get seduced away and not want me anymore. It made me competitive - I wanted to be even better for you. To make sure I had you."

Control huh?

"But there are a couple of things that I want to try and that I will keep wondering about until I do. And our 'swap fest' nights are a perfect opportunity for me to try some of those things. I could never try them it if I didn't have you to trust. I mainly trust Günter because you trust Strelsa and she trusts Günter enough to marry him."

So you are going to fuck this other guy, in front of me, to show me that you trust and love me? Thank you so very much.

"There are some sexual things that all men think about, and some sex things that all women think about. Most people never actually get a chance to do them, or if they do, it is in a stupidly risky situation that they should never have put themselves in."

My curiosity was suddenly piqued. I thought I knew one of the main sex dreams most guys think about: two girls blowing them at once. With girls, was it two guys to blow at once like Suanne's carrier images made clear was one of the things she thinks about? 

"All guys fantasize about having two girls suck their dicks at the same time, right? Most girls fantasize about a threesome with a man and a woman, and you and Lara were way better than my very best fantasies. The other most popular woman's sex dream, as far as I know, is to get to be a push-me-pull-you: one guy from behind doggie style and one guy in your mouth. That is one of my biggies, that and that plus one, so to speak."

She was certainly being open and honest with me. Trusting? Did I want to be trusted this much? 

"This is a unique opportunity for me. Minimum risk, maximum return, with people we trust. I want to go for it. But if it means losing you, I don't want to do it. So I guess we are talking long term relationships now, aren't we?"

Damn. Now I knew I was supposed to speak, but what should I say? Tell them the truth, Robbie, and then you don't have to remember any lies.

"I had this conversation with myself while you were taking a shower. I could never put up with this if we were married, but...I already did Strelsa, and I enjoyed the hell out of her."

"So it's okay with you for me to enjoy the hell out of Günter?" 

The question was so bald faced and presumptive that it stunned me into silence. For just a second too long.

"Robbie Roberts you really are the most interesting man...and perfect for me!"

I almost broke off my new steering wheel. I'm pretty sure I pulled a muscle in my already prone to soreness chest. I kept it together long enough to make it into the garage of Strelsa and Günter's building, and into their parking space (they had no car, so far). Suzanne popped her door open and started for the entrance before I even set the parking brake. Her heels on the concrete floor said "tap, tap, tap." The same sounds that nails made when sealing a coffin. Was this the death of our relationship?  

We took the elevator up to their floor, and when the door opened, the smell of fresh cut flowers on the table between the two elevators hit me right in the nose. Pavlovian sequence in progress - ends in remembering the exotic European sushi taste of Strelsa's pussy, just as she opens the door and gives me a hug. A strong, wonderful hug.

Günter looks even more nervous than last week. Small talk. Strained laughter.

I have no idea how I look, but I am 100 times more nervous than last week.

No cheese dusted salad. No yellow tomatoes. No erection. 

The first course is something new, unexpected, and amazingly good: Mango Habanero Coleslaw. "I made some extra Julienne habanero to put on yours Robbie. I spent a little extra time cooking to please you, since that is all I can do for you tonight." Thanks, I think.

Suzanne is fired up. "This slaw is fantastic, Strelsa! Sweet and hot at the same time. Sort of like both of you." She gives Günter a hot look. He turns red. So does Strelsa.

The entre' is very different from previous nights too: spicy chicken pasta with vegetables in cream sauce. It's incredible. I suppose I should savor it.

Suzanne is feeling uninhibited. She catches my eye and then puts her tongue up on her upper lip and holds it there. Now I have an erection. Works every time.

Suzanne then gets a long noodle on her fork, makes eye contact with Günter, and slowly slurps it up all the way into her mouth. Both Strelsa and I are looking right at her. She knows it. Her Suzie crows loudly. It's the first time I have noticed it tonight. 

Günter looks at Strelsa and gives her a stupid grin. Neither one of them looks at me.

Strelsa serves dessert. At least it's not a chocolate éclair. Kevin once showed me a very strange video of Paula Dean's cooking show outtakes wherein she appears to fellate an éclair, and then another video (without Paula Dean) with several extremely disgusting sexual interpretations of the definition of an éclair. I'll admit I am an ass kind of guy, but this éclair stuff shuts me right down, violating one of my cardinal rules. I don't think I'll never eat one again. An éclair that is. 

What Strelsa does offer up is fresh local blackberries with Amy's Mexican Vanilla ice cream. Damn that's good. Suzanne manages to catch my eye again, and touches her tongue to her upper lip with vanilla ice cream on it. Damn that woman.

Then it's Deja vu all over again. Suzanne stands and says, "I'll help you clear, Strelsa." My erection is suddenly gone.

The dishes are in the dishwasher in record time, and somehow we are all drifting towards the bedroom. The setup is the same as last week: candles, pillows, and that damn chair at the foot of the bed. I take my seat like a doomed man.

Perhaps Strelsa and Suzanne have staged things. Strelsa has Gunter sit on the side of the bed alone, only about four feet from my chair, and she helps him take off his clothes. She and Suzanne remained fully clothed. They both step back, with Strelsa closest to me, and Suzanne slightly further away.

Strelsa begins a slow strip tease. There is nothing wrong with Günter's circulatory system. His cock looks several inches longer than mine, but thinner, at least in proportion. Strelsa is now naked. She kneels in front of him, and begins to slowly lick his dick. Suzanne begins to strip, slowly, seductively, as only she can do it. Even with the bruise forming on her left leg, she stills looks perfect to me. 

Günter's eyes are glued to Suzanne. Who can blame him? I can. 

He makes a funny noise when she takes her bra off. They are spectacular. She leaves her (new, at least to me) little turquoise blue panties on and kneels next to Strelsa, her eyes now glued to Günter's. By now Strelsa has taken about a third of Günter's dick in her mouth. Suzanne smiles at him, extends her long and strong tongue, and gently licks the side of the other two thirds of Günter's cock, never taking her eyes off of his.

I wondered if seeing this would turn me on - I was afraid it might, even while I fervently hoped it wouldn't. But suddenly I was filled with lust - bloodlust. I wanted to pick up the jawbone of an ass, a baseball bat, or even a tennis racket, and bash Günter's skull in. Over and over, hit, hit, kill, kill, die, die! 

Günter's eyes roll up in his head, he grunts, and he comes in Strelsa's mouth. She's a real trooper, making very sympathetically wifely yum-yum sounds and cleaning it all up. Then he topples slowly like a felled tree. Suzanne, keeping her wits about her even in this situation, reaches up with both hands and grabs his head, steering him toward the top of the bed instead of letting him fall back across it, so his head doesn't make a bloody crater in the wall. I realize he is out like a light.

I must have blacked out right after that. When I wake up, my head is lolling back against the top of the chair and the back wall of the bedroom, and Günter is laid out on the bed. Strelsa has mounted him amidships. Suzanne is sitting on his face, and now Günter is the one making the yum yum noises. Strelsa and Suzanne are facing each other and kissing. 

Strelsa makes an unhappy face and climbs off of Günter. There is now officially something very wrong with his circulatory system, at least in the pelvic area. The girls lie on either side of him and fondle his chest. Now I am really jealous. I guess you would expect a rowing coach to know how to develop his arms, shoulders, and chest. He looks like the 'after' picture for Saskia's class, and I still look like the 'before' picture. 

But despite the two wonderful girls and active nipple stimulation, his cock remains flaccid. Tough break, buddy. Really sorry. Really, I am. Really. 

I am ecstatic. Strelsa is mortified. Suzanne is chagrinned, and her Suzie signal is non-existent. 

Soon we are dressed and making very awkward goodbyes. Strelsa sniffles just as she closes the door. Günter makes a very un-Rammstein-like noise. There is no body slamming against the door tonight. 

I have no acting skills at all, but I need to do something to keep from breaking out it a silly grin. I decide to grind my jaws together as hard as I can to look serious, and we take the stairs down to the parking garage. 

I am not going to say a thing. I know Suzanne will eventually. I get my seatbelt on and start the car, and turn out onto the street. It was still early, but something told me to take Suzanne home. I turned toward the south to go toward Riverside Drive. 

Suzanne looked around, and said, "Robbie, could we go to your dorm room for a while?" Her Suzie began to sizzle, just a little.

Don't laugh out loud, Robbie. That will just piss her off. "I am not sure if Kevin will be there or not. I know he went out with Lou Baby tonight, but I am not sure if they will come back to the room or not."

She sighed, then said, "Let's take our chances." That sounded promising. Very promising.

I paused for a moment. "I need to tell you something else."

"What is it, Robbie?"

"It made me crazy to see you touch Günter, and not in a good way." 

"You mean it made you jealous? It made you angry?"

"Beyond that. I wanted to kill him. I think I was so crazy mad that I passed out."

"I thought you trusted me enough to not be jealous?"

"I thought I could let the anger go, but maybe not."

"You mean you are still angry, at me? Mad with a jealous rage."

"I'm afraid so."

"Well, I have been naughty. Just not as naughty as I wanted to be." She put her tongue up on her upper lip and held it for a while, until she was sure I was looking. "I guess I'll just have to take my chances, won't I?" Her Suzie bubbled up louder. "Perhaps you will be very rough with me, and force me to do whatever you want?"

"Perhaps I will." 

Her Suzie redoubled. "Spank me, choke me and use me like a slut?"

"I don't think I can deal with my emotions any other way." 

"Push my head into the wall cushion and pull my hair, and fuck me until I scream?"

I didn't say a word.

Her Suzie pealed like bells. "You can turn around at this next corner, can't you?" Oh my. 

I thought of one problem. "But what if Kevin and Lou Baby are there?"

Her voice took on a raspy character that matched her Suzie signal. "They can watch!"

Now I just had to figure out how to get her to shower, douche, and brush her teeth twice before I touched her again.

*******

Dwight had never met the CEO, and no way could he think of how to talk him out of doing stupid stuff like this. He stood frozen for a second in the doorway while the taller and slightly older seeming of the two escorts looked him up and down with a practiced eye. 

She spoke first. "Hey, Sugar! I can tell you are in good shape under those semi-fruity clothes, but I can't tell if you like girls, boys, or both. Come to think of it, it may not matter. We can get a party going here in any case!"

Things were going from bad to worse. At least Roger Sherman wasn't here. But what if he was watching the take from the bugs? Somebody was, Dwight was sure of that. 

*******

I parked my car at Lara's building, and we walked to the dorm. Suzanne was walking fast, and she drew several wolf whistles from passing cars. I didn't see any firetrucks. 

We had the room to ourselves. Suzanne looked almost disappointed. I remembered the now forgotten first semester plan that Kevin and I had hatched to double team Lou Baby, the little scene between Lou and Suzanne on the way to the lake, and Kevin's reporting that his just whispering Suzanne's name got Lou wet. It made me curious.

"What would you really have done if they had been here?"

Her Suzie crowed triumphantly. "I would have made her get down on her knees and lick my pussy while both our boyfriends watched!"

Holy Toledo, Batman! She really meant it this time. I would file that away for future consideration. But I had other, much more immediate plans for her right now. I also wondered if Kevin and Lou were coming back here tonight. I guess we'll find out.



My Only Talent Ch. 31



Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events. 

*****

Candy Caning, Professor Paining, and Brain Draining

I shut the dorm room door, but did not lock it. Perhaps I really am becoming a wild and crazy guy during my college days. When I turned to look back at Suzanne, she was holding her new turquoise blue panties up in front of her. They were damp and fragrant. She was too, and she had nothing else on. 

She was certainly wild right now. Feeling the sap rising, in season, hot to trot, or whatever catch phrase you wanted to use, she was ready. She was ready for me, and given her current mood she was probably also ready for Freddy, and for Tom, Dick, and Harry, too. Don't think about that right now, Robbie. Just channel your angst right between her thighs, and a few other places. I remembered that the best way to please her was just to let myself go wild, and please myself, which always seemed to work best for Suzanne. I used my left hand to grab the back of her neck and my right hand to grab her ass, slamming her against me. Her hips involuntarily pushed forward toward me and her knees moved wider apart as she did. So fine.

I pushed her down to her knees, holding both her hands above her head. "Suck me, slut! Use your teeth to pull down my zipper."

She did her best to take my cock in her mouth through my jeans, then she bit it, and not gently. The jeans prevented a really painful nip. She stopped, pulled her head back, and looked up at me defiantly. Then she put her tongue up on her upper lip, waited until I did a double take, and then stuck her teeth out and rooted for my zipper tab. She took it between her teeth and pulled it down all the way to the bottom. My dick was fully erect now, and it popped through the zipper opening in my pants, but still inside my underwear, creating a light blue cylinder sticking out the front of my dark blue jeans. 

I realized that her highly anticipated 'porn star for a night' gig had been prematurely interrupted by Gunter's little problem just as she was really getting into her role, and now I was her only available co-star. "I've never sucked a blue dick before," she gasped. "A girl likes to have a few new and exciting experiences, you know!"

She engulfed my cock, and soon the blue cylinder of underwear fabric was soaked in her saliva, and I felt the heat of her mouth through the cloth. Then she pulled back and gave me another amazing porn star look, her eyes wide and her nostrils flaring. "I've never sucked an Austrian dick, either, although I did get to lick one once."

She used her teeth again and popped me out of the opening in the underwear, and the light blue fabric, under tension from being pulled through the opening, was now tight around the base of my cock like a cock ring in one of my roommate Kevin's favorite weird German fetish videos. It was certainly not preventing blood from flowing in, as I had what was for me a very impressive erection. But my poor penis was wet and suffering from evaporative cooling now that is was exposed to the air. Not for long. Her eyes got big, and then she got a truly feral look on her face and sucked me in all the way to the hilt, with her eyes glued to mine.

She lunged forward and improved her 'bite' a little bit and got even more of me in her mouth, and then as I looked at her in a state of almost shock, she arched her eyebrows with smiling eyes and used her tongue with great flourish on the underside of my dick. No man could possibly resist this, but I intended to try. She was clearly planning to get me off just as quickly as she could, a tour de force demonstration of her awesome slut power. I was determined to hold out as long as I could.

She once again swallowed me whole, nuzzling her chin against my balls and sucking for all she was worth. Then she pulled back and licked the entire surface of my cock teasingly, her tongue flitting like a hummingbird. I was just beginning to enjoy that when she sucked me all the way in again and sucked so hard I was afraid of a 'cock hickey' if there was such a thing. I have heard of 'contrast therapy' but this was a whole 'nother rub, so to speak.

Suddenly she took one of my balls in her mouth and sucked and tongued it avidly. It didn't drive me toward orgasm like the same motions would have if they were applied to the head of my cock, but it did drive me crazy, or crazier. Back to the hummingbird flit, then a full depth plunge, then the other testicle. God she was good at this. How could I resist?

Distract yourself Robbie. Multiplication tables, trig identities, sequentially fill some 'spdf' orbitals with electrons, anything! It was working a little bit. I smiled, perhaps a little too smugly.

She saw my expression, and upped the ante, taking her mouth off of me for just a second. She shouted "Come for me Robbie. I want it now!" She then did a series of in and out total immersions, using her tongue like wet carpet beater on the bottom of my cock as it plunged in and out of her very pretty mouth.

Then she sat on my ankles, strongly rubbing her now gushing pussy up and down against the bottom of my shins as if she was humping my face on her couch. I felt the squishy wetness on my legs, as the smell of the perfect Pliskin Pussy wafted up to my nose and wormed its way directly into my brain. What else could I do to resist?

I tried the recalling the equations of wave motion from physics class, and suddenly realized I was plugging things in to solve for the amplitude and resonant frequency of our leg-pussy-leg oscillations. What was the coefficient of friction between my wet jeans and her pussy lips, given the presence of that incredible Pliskin Pussy juice soaking my jeans and running down to my feet? Obviously the coefficient of static friction was not applicable here, but what was mu-sub-k for pussy juice lubricated skin and denim? That sure as hell wasn't the in the CRC tables. This wasn't helping. 

"I love you Robbie. I want your come. Please now!"

That just wasn't fair. 

I resorted to the only tactic a novice Master has when a sub threatens to become a sexual Leviathan, taking my cue straight from Millie's summary of modern political tactics: re-frame the narrative. I twisted Suzanne's arms up behind her neck and pulled her mouth closer to my crotch. "You better swallow every drop, slut, or you are in big trouble!" I let the floodgates loose, and pushed my hips forward toward her. 

She gave me a look that said 'You have got to be kidding' and sucked me so dry I was sure there wasn't a single sperm cell left in my balls, all the while making wet, slurpy yum-yum noises that made Strelsa's sounds for Günter seem lukewarm. 

But then I lost my heart and soul to her completely when she smacked her lips and said, with a look of genuine gratitude on her face and sweetness in her tone, "I just love it when you come in my mouth, Robbie!" Who could resist her? Not me.

She then took me in her mouth again and did her little low excursion suck trick, keeping me hard. My body shook with devotion to this woman. My Suzie receiver reached out and locked onto her, seeking to learn everything she wanted, so I could give it to her. 

It was a new kind of connection, one I had never achieved with her before. Her normal 'main Suzie' was broadcasting strongly that she was about to be fucked hard like she wanted it, but her fantasy carrier and historical 'black box recorder' were all linked in and open and obvious too, sort of like a 'multi-cast' or three screen linked simulcast. And some secrets were thus revealed.

*******

Dwight was in a quandary. He had to play to the camera, to whoever might be watching from HQ, and still try to solve the problem. He decided to act like the over enthusiastic corporate suck up, seeking favor with the CEO. From what he had learned so far about some of the members of the management team, the CEO should be very used to that. 

"Dwight Dewitt, Sir, from the coding team. I just wanted to let you know that I have found a solution to the slow software response problem, and I am staying here tonight to install and test the fix so I can report that issue resolved at the product review meeting in the morning!"

The CEO, the highly esteemed (at least in his own mind) Dr. William John Perchépomé ('Perch Uh Pom May'), and known to several as "Professor Jack", looked at Dwight as if he was a very inconvenient interruption to his plans for the evening, plus he really didn't seem to know what Dwight was talking about. 

"I also wanted to tell you what a great honor it is to work with a scientist of your stature and a promising company like this one! I am going to do my best to contribute everything I can!"

The older escort giggled. "Boy you are some kind of geeky suck up, aren't you? I wish all my escorts would show that level of servility to their clients. Before you offer, you should know that Professor Jack here prefers female cocksuckers to male ones." She laughed again. "Although his horizons have expanded quite a bit since he met me, and he might be willing to try something new."

Dwight decided to just stay silent and look confused, hoping the CEO would jump in. Sure enough, second only to hearing someone sing his praises, he loved hearing the sound of his own voice.

"Hold on a minute, Shaniqua my dear. This is business, and I am Leader. I do need to attend to my relaxation time to function at my usual incredibly high level, as you well know, but right now I have to make some time for my people."

He sat on the edge of his desk, and looked down his nose and over his glasses at Dwight. "I tend to leave such minor details as software as an exercise for the reader, so to speak, so that my new management support team can learn its way and earn its pay. But I certainly understand and accept your devotion. "

Even Dwight had trouble keeping a straight face on that one. 

"I'm sure you can report your issue through the appropriate channels, er, ah, Dwight, was it?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Then, if you will excuse us, we are going to continue with our little recreational musical interlude."

Shaniqua laughed again. "Voneitra needs some throat work, and Professor Jack has graciously agreed to help her practice. Unless you want to stay and offer some suggestions on her technique, there little Dwighty Whitey?"

Voneitra was quite pretty, and if she was 18, she had only been so for a few weeks. She looked embarrassed.

"I'll close the door on my way out, Sir. Thank you again, Sir!"

Dwight turned and pulled the door shut, just as Voneitra went to her knees. At least the door was closed now. But that was about all Dwight had accomplished. He needed to think this situation through. Roger Sherman would be expecting him at dinner at Buck's tomorrow evening, and he better have a plan by then. Otherwise Roger would develop a plan of his own, and that was sure to be ugly. Not only would Roger's plan be ineffective, but his report back to HQ would be constructed to reflect that they had developed it together, and any problems would be framed as due to Dwight's poor execution. Dwight's first step: do a little background research on Shaniqua.

*******

I was determined to tease Suzanne and then finally please her. But I realized that her Suzie signals were telling me that hard penetration was the only thing that would really please her right now. So I could really drive her crazy by first making her come every way but that.

I put her up on the edge of the bed, centered her on my ESU logo blanket, and began to kiss her tenderly, slowly moving down from her lips to her chin, then her neck and shoulders, taking my time and enjoying her impatient squirming. She was building up quite a head of steam, and when she finally exploded it should be amazing. 

At first she gloried in all the attention, spreading her legs wide as I grabbed her and pushed her thighs up off the bed and towards my face. But I just kissed her midriff, slowly trending down. I stopped and lingered at what would have been her panty line if she was still wearing any, as if there was some invisible barrier there that I could not go below. I kissed, licked, and then roughly sucked on her skin just above that line, making all sorts of loud and showy noises. She began to raise her knees up and try to push my head further down, and it was all I could do to match her strong legs with my arms and resist her. 

Finally she put both hands on my head and gave it a massive push while at the same time pulling her knees up until they were over her head, thus directing my head right to her snatch. I stopped resisting, and easily over shot her target, fastening my lips down on her inner thighs and kissing and sucking like a mad man. I could feel the titillation and frustration in her Suzie. I could see new images on her fantasy carrier, too. She was on her knees in front of three guys, one of them me, the other two appearing with just blurs for faces, alternating from cock to cock, avidly licking and sucking. Holding all three in her magical power, then making blazing eye contact and triumphantly swallowing everything they could give her. 

But she was in the moment right now. She growled, low and gruff. "Damn you Robbie. Eat me!" Her pussy was now pumping its beguiling aroma into the room like one of those electrified air fresheners that plugs into a wall socket. 

I chuckled, hopefully loud enough for her to hear, and slowly began to move my lips slightly higher. I grabbed the insides of her knees and pushed them roughly apart, almost playing 'wishbone' with them, raising her hopes a little, and then settled back in on my slow progression up her thighs. 

I took my sweet time, literally counting out the minute I spent on each inch moving up her thighs, finally reaching her outer lips about the same time she grabbed two handfuls of my hair and tried to force my mouth onto her snatch again. One hundred slow licks on the left outer, 100 slow licks on the right outer, then butterfly flicks back and forth on the inner lips. Her Suzie signal dopplered like a fire engine going quickly by. Her fantasy carrier now portrayed her up on all fours on a linen table cloth on a big dining table, with one of the generic guys in her mouth, and the other in her pussy. They switched positions twice, and then I stepped up an entered her ass. Her Suzie carrier spiked up again. Now her fantasy foursome was on full display in her mind. She came and came, and shivered, and then each guy finished off one last time in her mouth, with me going last. 

I began to spread her inner lips by licking them from inside to outside, slowly opening them wider even as they became more engorged. She growled and gurgled way down in her throat. It was music to my ears. I licked the skin just inside her inner lips and teasingly tested pushing my tongue into her. I licked up and blew on her clit, not quite touching it. Just as she thought I was really about to address her clit properly, I moved by lips down a few inches and blew on her amazing little rosebud. 

I pushed her sharply back onto the little wall mounted bed that sported my ESU logo blanket, raising her hopes that the hard action was about to begin. But then I spread her legs and lay gently on top of her, and began to kiss her tenderly, slowly moving to her chin, and then her neck. She cooed for a few moments, and then became obviously impatient with my progress. 

I moved slowly towards her breasts, never quite touching them. Her pussy smell increased, and surged again when I finally took her nipples in my mouth. Her Suzie cried for hard sucking and biting, but I gave her tender hummingbird flicks like she had started with on my cock. She began to chug her breaths, and ensnared my legs with hers, trying to push me to her center. 

"Damn you Robbie. Fuck me!"

One did not need any special talent to understand that message. I flipped her over on her tummy, and pushed her head into the little wall mounted cushion. Her Suzie trumpeted. She thought she was about to be catchin' what I as pitchin' doggie style. But I fooled her one last time, and fastened my lips on her pretty little asshole, flicking but not penetrating. It drove her wild. My plan was working. 

I lightly flicked her sweet little butt, pushing in just a little more about every tenth flick. She soon recognized my pattern and pushed back against me with all her might, trying to urge my tongue deeper. After about ten more such thrusts and parries, I pushed up on my elbows and used my hands to open up her sweet little cheeks and plunged my tongue into her ass as far as I could.

"Yes, oh fuck yes!"

Just as she was really beginning to enjoy that, I pulled myself back upright on my knees, and pushed my now John Henry class erection all the way into her pussy. Damn that's good. 

She growled, deep and throaty, her tone almost inhuman. I deliberately paused between my thrusts, counting to five before launching myself as hard and deep as I could back into her. She broke that code very quickly too, and on my third thrust she reached back and grabbed me behind the knees, so that by the time I was ready for thrust number four she used her hands to pull me deeper into her. It sure is nice to be wanted.

I lost count of my thrusts, as her Suzie soared and just I timed my thrusts to pump her signal. I was rewarded with a grunt and a sneeze. The cutest little sneeze in the world. I paused for just a beat, and then started in on her again. Soon another cute sneeze and a gush of juice. There is something about this dorm room that really worked for her. There was something about her that really worked for me.

Have to keep them guessing, Robbie. Just after her third sneeze, I suddenly shifted my cock to her ass, pushing up with my legs to get further above her and get even more penetration. She was so flexible and so turned on that I could have tied her legs in a knot and she wouldn't have complained as long as I kept fucking her. She didn't miss a beat, grabbing the backs of my thighs a little higher up and urging me on again. Another cute sneeze ensued. 

I pushed against her buttocks with the front of my thighs and moved her body further toward the wall, so that her face was now above the cushion and rammed right into my little bulletin board. I was a lizard now, fucking on automatic out on that rock in the sun. She came again, really hard, drawing her breath in as if she was going to sneeze, and then screaming instead. This was just about as much fun as I had ever had. 

"I am going to pull out of your dirty little ass and come in your little slut mouth, so you better make it good for me!" 

Three more deep thrusts were met with a breathy "Please" so I assumed she was on board with my plan. Not that it mattered one whit. I pulled out, planning to grab her head and spin her around toward me, but she spun even faster, reached for my ass with both hands, and engulfed my cock. She squeezed my butt checks and pulled me towards her. She took control and I lost it. 

She smiled up at me, riveting me with her beautiful brown-eyed gaze and doing very showy things with her lips. I was done for. 

When she had it all, she smacked her lips. "You're a pretty hot little fuck, Robbie!" Damn it, she got me this time. 

We lay back on the little bunk. I was still laboring to catch my breath when the door slowly opened and Lou Baby walked in, followed immediately by Kevin, who had held the door open for her in an uncharacteristically gentlemanly fashion. I instinctively reached over for the covers to pull them over us, but Suzanne held them tight against the cushion, leaving us (especially her) brazenly uncovered. 

Lou took one look at us and then sniffed the air, a very funny expression on her face. "I guess I needn't ask what we missed!" She then fixed her eyes on Suzanne and left them there. 




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Suzanne, for her part, arched her back, pushing her still very erect nipples up and spreading her legs slightly, totally aware of Lou's gaze on her. "You're looking at what you've been missing, aren't you, Lou Baby?"

Lou turned bright red, which was not easy given her dark complexion and even darker tan. Kevin was staring just as obviously, and owing to his much lesser tan, he looked even redder. Finally, Kevin said, "We'll go down to the lounge for five minutes to let you get dressed, then we'll be back." 

"Tell Joisey Al hi for me!" Suzanne crooned. 

*******

Monday morning, I threw myself back into my workouts and classwork, happy to not think too much about our latest 'swap fest' at Strelsa and Günter's place, even though it was mercifully and very prematurely terminated, thanks, I was sure, to my mutant antenna array. Tough luck buddy. Heh, heh. My weekdays were becoming highly routine, and I was embracing it like a security blanket. The academic work was voluminous, so I was following my father's work plan religiously, and still just barely keeping up with the classwork. 

Suzanne was apparently having back channel negotiations with Strelsa about next Sunday, but she wouldn't talk about it. She also was not having much success in her talks with Big Liz and Little Marilyn concerning recruiting Ralph as another big and 'trusted cock'. When I asked her about it she would mutter and dissemble, simply saying she was 'working on it.' It seemed to me more like it was working on her.

Saskia's robotic training and conditioning routines were settling in for me, and my responses were becoming automatic. Rather than a number of reps, the new plan was to go for a certain 'burn' from fatigue, then do a few more, and then the biofeedback tone would sound in my ear, telling me that the robotics thought I had fatigued the muscles enough to break down the right number of fibers, and to rest before the next set. My muscle memory and kinesthetic sense was beginning to tell me when I had reached the maximum effect just before the little beep in my ear. Given my motivation from Lara and Suzanne's reactions to my newly improved chest, not to mention wanting to look as good as or better than Günter, I was trying to push it a few beats past the beep every time. 

The scheduling for the amazing waterskiing Candy was going much better: she was committed to this coming (I hoped) weekend's Friday and Saturday nights, and we all planned to accelerate and compress her training and make those to be her last sessions, since Spring Break was looming close. None of us wanted to postpone or otherwise modify the schedule with Nora, since we had all been looking forward to it for literally months. I would get the first three days of Spring Break to take her to the Alamo and a tour of San Antonio and environs, followed by a three day girls only 'pussy party' at Lara's place. They had absolutely refused my request for streaming video coverage of this little extravaganza, so I was planning a quick up and back car trip back to Prosperous to visit Mom and Dad during those three days while they drove each other wild. At least I could enjoy driving my car. 

The first couple of days before SXSW, before the official ESU Spring Break began, would provide the perfect opportunity for pranking Professor Red 'Rock' Tappert and more importantly, his hot wife Veronica. My plan for that was gelling wonderfully. 

Thanks to some connections between my UDP brothers and the Texas Cowboys campus organization, we had a ranch all set for the stage upon which our little play would take place. We couldn't use Bevo or his actual ranch abode, but we found a suitable cattle ranch even closer to town, and with some very impressive Longhorns and facilities to provide "B roll" as Keven put it. I had enlisted him as production designer, using the Tapperts as the focal point as if they were the camera, and presenting them with the most exciting (for Veronica) and disturbing (for little Professor Prick) sights and sounds possible. He was really pissed that we were not going to shoot any video, and that he and Lou Baby would not be allowed to observe the festivities. There was a real un-gelded Longhorn bull standing stud there, which believe me is much more impressive (and dangerous) than our relatively docile and often highly medicated steer mascot. We had some real working cowboys there to carefully manage the bull, who hopefully would perform very impressively for the Tappert's benefit, before my UDP cast of brothers (with a few helpful females) preformed for Veronica's direct stimulation. 

After that, I could concentrate on enjoying the platinum tresses and numerous other charms of the lovely Miss Nora "Elizabeth Eaton Square" Upton all by myself for three days. I would probably never feel the same about San Antonio again. I would have to find ways to distract myself during my subsequent three day visit back home while the girls played with each other. 

When I entered the linguistics classroom Tuesday, a little earlier than usual, I spotted a seat next to Lynn Da and decided to chat her p a little before our afternoon meeting to finish our 'little debate' to be presented in class. 

"Hey, Lynn Da! How are you?"

"Okay, Robbie. What did you do over the weekend?"

"Nothing remarkable." Nothing that I wanted to remark about, that was for sure. "Did you have any dates this weekend?"

"Well, my fiancé co-taught my Sunday school class with me, so technically that's a date I guess. Friday I did my student teaching all day and helped with the church drop off day care at night. Saturday I worked on a Habitat house all day and did my regular evening tutoring sessions in East Austin. Have I told you about my fiancé?"

No, but I had the distinct impression that she was about to.

"We have a very compatible life plan! Bob is an education major too - he wants to be a principal and then superintendent. He will graduate this semester, start his first teaching job, and then pick up a Master's in public policy while I finish my undergrad. His goal is to be the superintendent of one of the top ten largest school districts in the US. I am an elementary education major. I am going to get certified for STEM, art, and special ed classes, so I will be readily employable at any district as he gets promoted and moves around for new and better jobs."

I couldn't help but ask. "Are you two compatible in other ways?"

Class started so she didn't have to answer. The lecture was once again very thought provoking. Maybe getting the new guy for Linguistics was not so bad, after all. I would withhold judgement until after I saw his first exam. Note to self - see if Millie can get me any Bi Phi Linguistics old exam files, as UDT's inventory is pretty light in that area. As soon as class was dismissed, Lynn Da took off like a greyhound, albeit one with perfect pink skin and a much nicer figure. 

"Gotta go meet my boy Bob! See you this afternoon at my dorm."

Husky Varna fell into step with me as we exited the classroom. "Shot you down too, huh buddy? Did she tell you all about her amazing fiancé?"

"Yeah. More than I wanted to know."

"I figure when they tell you about their boyfriend they want to let you know you should never, ever try to ask them out again. It's a shame. I sure would have liked to spend some time learning about that perfect skin of hers. She said she found me attractive, but she was totally committed to her fiancé. When she then told me it was going to be at least two years before they got hitched, I got my hopes up for some fun time in the sack before she tied the knot. I hinted pretty strongly at that idea. Do you know what she said?"

"No, but you've just given me an idea of my own."

"She said that if she went to bed with all the guys she wanted to, she would never get anything else done! What's your idea?"

"I was thinking that the two of us could throw her a very special little two on one bachelorette party. Very time efficient, no entanglements, and mums the word to her best boy Bob. "

"That's a very nice plan. I understand that you do all right with the ladies yourself, Robbie."

"Well, I have met some wonderful young ladies that I am proud call my friends."

"No shit. I heard about the UDP Halloween party, and the addicted to Austin party. Some of the hottest video on TMZ ever, even if it was too far back to see much detail. "

"I would think a soon to be starting Longhorn linebacker would get plenty of offers, too?"

"Yeah, but screwing drunk and stupid sorority girls is no way to go through life, Robbie. Half of them smoke, which grosses me out, and if you go to sleep, they post an embarrassing picture of you on Instagram or Facebook, and say they are your new steady girlfriend. Coach says nothing good happens after midnight unless you are already in bed by ten, and if you haven't closed the deal by then you should go home alone and try again the next night. There are just a lot of them that I don't even want to close the deal with."

I thought a moment, then had still another idea. "You should come to some one of our UDP mixers. We get lots of classy independent girls, and girls from what I consider the more intelligent sororities like the Bi Phi's and KKG. You will meet a better class of girls, at least. But early next week, we have a special event, sort of like a small private version of the Addicted to Austin party, but a little more rustic and risqué."

"More risqué? It sounds like just what I need, but I have to worry about bad PR and coach throwing me off the team."

"Well this is very private event, and you would have to wear a mask that would hide your identify completely."

"Like the one you wore in the music video from the party?" 

"Not quite as showy and elaborate as that, but just as concealing. You would also have to wear chaps."

"I grew up on a ranch in west Texas, Robbie. I wore chaps all the time, but I only have one pair here in Austin. Why would that be any big deal?"

"Well, you would be wearing a mask and chaps, and maybe some boots, but that's all. That's the way all the UDP guys will be dressed."

"This is not some kind of creepy Alpha Gamma style slide party is it?"

"No, no. There is one woman that the whole event is planned for - we are acting out some of her fantasies in front of her husband for her thrills and his too. And the two women you saw me with in that music video will be there, along with some of their friends you might like to meet. And there will be absolutely no video of this little event. "

"As long as it doesn't conflict with practice, I'm in. Give me as much notice as you can."

*******

Suzanne called me Thursday afternoon right after linguistics class, with some bad (from her perspective) news.

"Günter is permanently out of the swap fest business, Robbie. He said his little problem Sunday, which of course has never happened to him before, was a sign from God that he should be with Strelsa and Strelsa only from now on. And my plan to work a deal with Big Liz and Little Marilyn to have Ralph join us is stalled. They want some things that I just can't agree to."

I tried to disguise my glee. I suppose Günter's issues were a sign from God, if you grant that God made little green apples, and also made me and gave me my only talent. 

"Gosh I'm sorry, Suzanne. I guess Günter is really freaked out. What's the problem with Ralph?"

"It's not Ralph. It's Big Liz and Little Marilyn. They don't want to swap partners and do threesomes like I arranged with Strelsa. They are willing to let Ralph be with me along with you, but they don't want to be there with us."

I paused to consider. "What's the problem with that?"

"Because what they want in return is that they each get to spend a whole night all alone one on one with you. Without me or Ralph being around."

Oh My! I guess I was assuming I would get both Liz and Marilyn at the same time, but this might be even better. Certainly it was just as good.

"I am willing to do that, if it means helping you get what you want." Big of me, I thought.

"Oh I am sure you would, you prick! But I am not willing to let them work their wiles on you all night long like that without me being around."

Bingo. "Suzanne! You can't be jealous, can you?"

"Shut up, Robbie."

I realized that made me feel better, and more wanted, too. I also suddenly realized that the aspect of the Strelsa and Günter swap thing that bothered me the most was that Suzanne had arranged it all, and presented it to me as a fiat accompli. It made me crazy to be expected to be a passive and powerless spectator while the other guy got Suzanne just the way she wanted it. Maybe that's why I reacted so strongly. What if I looked at this stuff another way?

I decided to have a little talk with Liz and Marilyn myself, on the down low.

*******

I didn't actually see Kevin again until the next night at dinner. I told him that the debate Lynn Da and I did was chosen to be presented to the whole Linguistics class, and he offered to edit up our raw footage into a tight little 5 minute video. He was taking a production class and needed the projects to list on his class project resume and turn in before Spring Break. His Star Trek parody was finished, and his professor had told him to keep it under wraps and edit up a trailer that could he would pitch to film festivals and distributors on Kevin's behalf. It was that good. Orinda was about to become a star.

Kevin was obviously excited about all this, but then he looked nervous.

"I wanted to ask you about last Sunday night."

"Suzanne was being a little provocative, wasn't she?"

"She certainly provoked Lou. She was shivering while we waited in the lounge, and then she attacked me as soon as you left to take Suzanne home."

"Suzanne joked about making Lou go down on her."

"She wouldn't have to make her, she would just have to stand still and let her. She is virtually obsessed with it." He looked even more nervous. "Robbie, do you remember when we talked last semester about us double teaming Lou?"

Oh boy, here it comes. "Yeah. But I thought you were a little more serious about her as a long term relationship? So we kind of dropped it."

"I am serious about her, but I still need to know if this is just a phase she is going through, or a permanent predilection. Besides talking about Suzanne, she is now talking about wanting two guys at once."

What was this, a fucking epidemic? "So is Suzanne. It makes me nervous."

We said no more about it then, and went back up to the room and hit the books, caught up in the rush to catch up with optimistically scheduled lesson plans before Spring Break began. Kevin had mostly audio and video projects to get 'in the can' and turned in before the last day of classes, rather than exams like I had to prepare for. But we both were feeling the pressure, and we would both be exhausted and brain drained when the break began. I would keep my head down and nose to the grind stone for the rest of the week, and decided I would welcome the weekend to let off some steam before the final short week of exams. 

*******

Candy turned out to be a little dickens, in several ways. She showed up as instructed at Lara's apartment at 7 PM Friday night. Lara seemed to have a special fascination with Candy, and she had convinced us that she should take the lead in Candy's training. She even bought a new outfit: a skin tight neon purple leather and spandex contraption that practically glowed in the dark. It was topped with a tall purple leather helmet with Lara's blonde hair popping out the top in ponytail with an iron flail at the end of it. It dispensed with the zippers built into her other suit, having a wide open band from the top of the thigh to just below her navel which glaringly exposed her curly blond pubic hair, and a push up under-wire arrangement that pushed her amazing breasts up and out and made them seem even bigger than they really were. The little iron nipple clips that matched the hair flail were quite a touch.

Candy went beyond her instructions. When I opened the door in response to her ring, she stood in the hallway naked as a jaybird, having put all her clothes in the backpack she was holding in her hand. Luckily none of Lara's neighbors was in the hallway at the time. Candy strutted in wearing only her incredible tan and a pair of black spike heels, which Lara immediately made her take off.

Lara led her to the bedroom and ensnared her in the trapeze, legs out wide and arms up and immobilized. She clipped her nipples with two nasty looking little chrome alligator clips, her labia with big wooden clothespins, and roughly inserted a large and mean looking black butt plug in her behind. Suzanne emerged from the bathroom oiled up like a body builder, her hair up in a big ponytail like Lara's, and wearing only a big black strap on dildo that looked like a mate to the butt plug. 

Candy shuddered and twisted a bit on the trapeze. Lara climbed up above her and wrapped her knees in the rope holding the trapeze, grabbed two big handfuls of Candy's dirty blonde hair, and proceeded to give Candy a 30 minute tutorial in how to eat blonde bombshell pussy properly. Candy had significant natural talent in that arena, but Lara gave her some very specific instructions, which she expected to be followed to the letter. Her little quirks of desire were lessons Suzanne I had already learned, and from the sounds of it, Candy was enjoying her lessons as much as we did.

Soon Lara's pussy smell began to waft out from the trapeze, and she cooed and shook with a nice orgasm. I always get a tremendous feeling of peace and well-being when Lara comes, like all is right with the world. Lara hiked herself up a few inches on the ropes, and adjusted the angle of her body a bit, and then directed Candy's mouth to her ass. Candy sighed continently. The Suzanne hung herself under Candy on the trapeze bar and began to kiss Candy's ass fervently, all around the butt plug. Candy sighed even more contentedly. Then Suzanne pulled out a little remote control, and with an evil grin started the electric motor built into the Bluetooth Butt Plug. Candy gave out a little yelp, muffled as it was by Lara's blonde muff.

It occurred to me that Lara's mouth was tragically underutilized. After some previous gymnastic gyrations had made me worry about them, Lara had assured me that the supporting bolts for the trapeze were epoxied into the concrete floor of the apartment above and were rated for at least 3,000 lbs. each. I discovered another collateral benefit of Saskia's program to build my upper body as I easily hauled myself up the ropes hand over hand and arrived above Lara's lovely face. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed Candy's ministrations, but when my cock touched her lips she opened her eyes and smiled at me, then teasingly bounced my dick on the end of her tongue. Another wave of peace and contentedness washed over me. 

We soon discovered that Candy shared a trait with our previous favorite trainee, Millie. She could not only come from the pain, she actually achieved a stronger orgasm from pain than from pleasure. It seemed to surprise Candy herself, but Lara was completely astounded. When Lara used Suzanne's favorite riding crop to spank the inside of Candy's thighs, she could make her come with five moderate blows, or two really hard ones. After the two hard blows, Candy would come, groaning and twisting, luxuriating in the feelings they engendered.

After several instances of this, complete with an astounding series of 'spank, spank, squirt' scenes, Lara got a funny look on her face, climbed down off of Candy's face, and went over to her closet and reached up onto the shelf and pulled out a box that had never been opened, slicing the paper wrapping with her long nails. I saw on the box that it was from a mail order shop called Judicial Caning of Hong Kong. Lara removed two long canes from the box, and took them out of their plastic shrink wrap.




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"I have never used these, but I think this might be the time and place." Lara said.

Lara held them up, one in each hand. Quite a complement to her purple leather suit. They both had form fitting handles that confirmed to the hand that held them. One was very thin, one was a little thicker, and they were both the same color as my grandmother's old rattan porch furniture. She held them up for Candy to see and I thought I actually saw lust and desire in Candy's eyes. Her dirty blonde hair shook as she nodded her head 'yes'. 

Lara set down the thin one and moved the thicker one to her right hand. She moved around behind Candy, and reached out to touch Candy's left leg with her left hand, measuring the angle and distance for her stroke. Then she touched to cane to the back of Candy thighs, just barely touching them. Candy tried to twist around to look, but could not actually see the cane. She quivered back and forth in the trapeze, like a sprinter settling down into the starting blocks. 

Suzanne turned off the butt plug and climbed down to watch. I did too. We both had the feeling that something wild was about to happen.

*******

All of a sudden, it was March. Just ten days before the beginning of spring break. Reading assignments poured down from the sky, as professors went for the quick fix to cover everything they wanted to get done before midterms. Students with poor study habits either devoted themselves to cram for midterms before break, or resolved themselves to dropping out before mid-semester reports went final. 

Although SXSW was conceived as Austin's 'spring fling' it now encompassed at least four different official sub conferences and four un-official ones, bringing film folks, music mavens, investors, tech titans, the education effete, and assorted and self-appointed elites from all points of the compass, not to mention hookers descending on the capitol city traveling from Albuquerque to New Orleans. It also had spread out all over March. 

The fund raising posse that UDT would use for phase one of the 'Great Red Rock Prank' had to be used early to snag the unsuspecting professor and his wife into our little sting, and it all had to be done before the University official Spring Break began, because I was going to devote myself to Suzanne, Lara, and Nora completely during the break, except for the three day girls only 'pussy party' that I was not invited to. For those three days I would try to enjoy my quick up and back trip to Prosperous to visit the parental units and console myself with Grandma's cooking. 

The prank plan had come together surprisingly well. Kevin functioned as my production design consultant, helping my choose locations, cast and props to maximize the visual impact upon and excitement of the lovely Veronica Tappert, and hopefully to maximize the anxiety, humiliation, and given his kinks, ultimately probably great excitement of Professor Red Rock Tappert. Everyone at UDT was committed to make it happen, and they had tapped their networks of friends and acquaintances to gain the resources needed. 

I made it through the spate of pre-break midterms, although mostly with solid B's rather than the hopeful A's of the first semester. Things were getting more difficult in the classroom, even as they got more interesting in the bedroom. Soon the night of the Great Prank was upon us. I had indulged in a little sexual Schadenfreude and projected my worst fears onto a little show for Rock Tappert that starred his hot wife Veronica and almost a dozen other 'actors'. Had I been her husband in our little play, I would probably drop out, kill myself, or kill everyone else involved. But it would probably be a fun and exciting little cuck fest for him. Oh well, it takes all kinds to make a world, as my grandmother always told me. 

*******

Veronica Tappert was getting a little bored with Texas. She had such high hopes for Austin when they arrived, especially after meeting a few of the new people. Rock told her he thought the boys at UDP would cook something exciting up for her, but so far nothing. She was not looking forward to tonight's perfunctory but very required little faculty group outing to a pre-SXSW reception, ostensibly to raise money for several vaunted local charities. Rock had told her to expect to be 'faux arrested' and held until he wrote a check for a charitable contribution. Maybe they would handcuff her and she could at least fantasize about being ravaged for a while.

She did her makeup extra nice tonight just in case they might meet someone interesting, and wore her tightest and shortest basic black dress. They were riding with the assistant Dean and the Lillehammer's, so at least Rock didn't have to drive. For all his intelligence and inventive talent, he was the worst driver she had ever actually known. She still wondered how he ever passed the test to get a license. They arrived at the hotel and went upstairs under the watchful eye of the giant portrait of the hotel's founder, whose ghost, according to some, still occasionally stalked the halls. She was more dressed up than most. The women's outfits ranged from Haute Couture to simple denim dresses, and the men's from business suits to 'Texas Tuxedos' which she found a bit sexy in rough-hewn kind of way. 

The dean wandered off to press the flesh. After twenty minutes of small talk that seemed like two hours, two tall and muscular uniformed deputies, one male and one female, approached them and told them there were being arrested for 'charitable rendition'. She was thrilled when the male handcuffed her and 'checked her for weapons'. Wow, that was kind of hot. The female did the same for Rock, but of course watching the guy manhandling Veronica got him hotter than did the female touching him. That's my boy Rock, she thought. He's a special case.

They were paraded up to a showy gilded 'jail cell' along with a line of other 'detainees' where Rock and Professor Lillehammer each wrote checks. But then, while the people in line front of them were allowed to blend back into the reception crowd, they found themselves instead marched, still handcuffed, out a side door into a hallway. She shot Dorothy Lillehammer a look, but she shook her head, seemingly not knowing what has happening. Then they went down two flights of service stairs to a door that was propped open and looked out onto the alley just north of the hotel. She heard street sounds of traffic and even the clop-clop-clop sound of a horse drawn carriage, along with a little whiff of horse manure. Very authentic! 

The two deputies had both donned black 'Lone Ranger' style masks, and suddenly put pink fur-lined handcuffs on both couples, returning the more prosaic plain metal ones to their belts. Veronica's heart raced, and she heard Dorothy draw in loud breath. Was something good finally happening in this sleepy Texas town? A big burnt orange stretch limousine pulled up, complete with a pair of giant longhorn horns across the hood. The door opened and two big and very fit looking black men jumped out, in tailored chauffer's uniforms. A shapely young black women in all black leather got out with them. Something was definitely going on here!

They put both men in the very back seat of the limo with no wasted time or effort, and the deputies walked back into the hotel, closing the door behind them. The older driver spoke, taking Veronica by the arm. He sounded like Ice-T doing a George Carlin imitation, but his grammar was perfect and his elocution was too. 

"Ma'am, you have been selected for sexual rendition."

Whoa. What the hell was that? At least it wasn't going to be boring.

The female grabbed Dorothy Lillehammer. "Ma'am, you will observe what happens to your friend, but you can never discuss this with anybody!" She then hustled Dorothy into the middle seat of the limo.

The black clad female then stripped Veronica's dress off like stage magician, so fast that it was over before Veronica even recognized what was happening. She never wore a bra, and since she had been a little bored while dressing, she had decided to 'go commando' for the evening. The night air was cool, and her nipples were already hard. She began to breathe faster, too.

"Guess I don't have to frisk you, but you might enjoy a cavity search, wouldn't you honey?"

Veronica shivered. Things were sure looking up. The woman hustled her into the middle of the white leather seat next to Dorothy, and then got into the front, sitting on the lap of one of the big in the front passenger seat. They pulled out of the alley into Congress Avenue, opened up the moon roof on the limo, and headed south. It would be dark soon. The lights and sounds of downtown Austin filled the air, and the wind whipped and whistled through the moon roof, stimulating Veronica as effectively has hands and fingers could have. They passed through the Soco district, and finally reached Ben White Boulevard, AKA Highway 71, then turned east and accelerated. 

Veronica didn't know Austin well enough yet to recognize anything except that they were heading roughly east, toward the airport, the 130 toll road that was sometimes called the 'Pickle Parkway', and the Circuit of the Americas. They went past the toll road, turned off onto a dirt road, and then bumped over a cattle guard under a big metal archway with a temporary looking sign with the letters "UDT" on it. Maybe Rock was right - they had cooked up a little surprise for her.

They stopped the limo next to what looked like a corral or small rodeo arena. There were several lighting towers like you see on road construction projects at night, but the lights were off. The female deputy opened the limo door and pulled Veronica out and to her feet, and marched her toward the arena. The limo took off again with its remaining three passengers, pulling around to the front of the arena, where there were some lights on. The sun was down near the horizon and would set in a few minutes.

The deputy stopped and tied Veronica's handcuffs over the top of a steel fence, then walked away. There were two horses just on the other side of the fence. If she remembered the Dean's quick summary of Texas stuff correctly, these were quarter horses, not Arabians. There were not as big as the Clydesdales she had seen in a parade on Virginia once, nor as tall as the Lipizzaner stallions she had seen perform, but they were plenty big. They looked at her warily, and then one of them launched a giant stream of urine into the air. It was loud and impossible to ignore, and was coming from a huge penis hanging far down from the horse's body. They smell hit her a few seconds later like a wave: pungent, acidic, and penetrating. It was earthy and animalistic, and it made her shiver even more.

In a few minutes, the deputy returned, unhooked her handcuffs from the top rail of the fence, and marched her about 30 yards closer to the front of the arena, then locked her down again. She looked up to see a cow. More properly a heifer, if she remembered her introductory Texas lessons properly. It probably weighed more than the horse. Then what was unmistakably a Longhorn bull trotted towards the heifer. It was a big one, staring at everything around with a disdainful red cast in his eyes. His huge nostrils sniffed the air, attracted by the scent of the heifer. The only thing she remembered about bulls is that they are big, dangerous, and sometimes crazy around ovulating heifers. The bull pawed the ground and made a hoarse sound somewhere between a bullfrog and a trumpeting elk. It followed the heifer closely and then jumped up with its front hooves on the heifers back. At first she thought the fur covered thing underneath it was the penis, but then a giant pink tube that had to be two feet long shipped out of the fur covered thing and made its way up under the heifer's tail. The happy bovine couple turned toward her and she saw that the horns of the heifer were parallel to and underneath the larger horns of the bull.

Veronica remembered that she used to think that only bulls had horns, but that wasn't true. Then the bull made a triumphant noise, and the heifer made a plaintive one, and the bull thrust his 'hips' up and forward and seemed to bury this penis deep into the cow. Veronica shivered a little more. After a few minutes, the bull then jumped off and seemed to ignore the heifer. Typical male. The heifer walked away, holding her tail at a funny angle. 

The deputy returned, hooked Veronica's hands together again behind her back, and began to march her toward the front of the arena. One of the lighting towers was now lit up, and there were people gathered around the front gate. 

*******

Dorothy Lillehammer watched as Veronica Tappert was taken out of the car. The male deputy said we would see her a little later after she had been 'prepared'. Prepared for what? The limo then took off again, and drove toward some lights and a group of people milling around. When it stopped, the deputies took all three of them out of the car, and marched them towards three chairs that were set up in front of what looked like one the 'chutes' that they released the bulls from at a rodeo. There was a sort of big steel horizontal pole sticking out, about the same diameter as a telephone pole, and there was what looked like a leather saddle strapped to it. It had no saddle horn, and it looked like it was turned 90 degrees from a 'normal' saddle. There were also several leather straps attached to the fencing nearby that were currently draped loosely around the saddle.

Dorothy found herself pushed down into the middle seat, and soon tied down. A leather strap was threaded though the handcuffs behind her, securing her firmly to the rear legs of the chair. Another strap went over her waist like a seat belt, and finally two other straps held her ankles to the front legs of the chair. Her husband was similarly secured to the seat on her left, and Rock Tappert was placed and tied in the seat to her right, closest to the rodeo chute. The one central light tower was turned off, and several others came on at the sides and back of the arena. 

She spotted a group of people walking toward her. Lara, Robbie's girlfriend, was easily recognizable: six feet tall in a purple leather 'sex suit' with her blond hair up another foot high. She felt a pulse of excitement. Dorothy had never been with a woman, but she would probably do anything Lara wanted her to. She noticed that her husband reacted even more strongly to the sight of Lara than he had described in his first meeting her in his office. His head snapped up and swiveled like those lemurs on the Discovery Channel. Suddenly she realized why. Lara's costume was a little different than the one she had worn to her husband's office: it was essentially bottomless. Her nipples were spectacular, and Dorothy found herself fascinated by the golden curls of pubic hair that were fully exposed. She realized her mouth was hanging open, just like her husband's was.

The petite raven haired woman next to Lara must be the Suzanne she had heard so much about, and it was easy to see why. A foot shorter than Lara, but with an incredible figure cinched tight in a white leather costume, and the same kind of openings that Lara's old suit had. She strutted like a queen, carrying a cat-o-nine-tails like a royal scepter. She noticed her husband actually quivered at the sight. Dorothy discovered that she was shaking too. 

That must be Robbie walking behind them in a black outfit with a swirling cape. He had on a big black mask that hid his face, and a big shiny metal codpiece on the front of the outfit, like at the party. He held a leash in his hand that was attached to collar on the neck of a very naked and very nicely tanned woman that was crawling on all fours. 

She had some sort of suit made up of metal rings that hid absolutely nothing from view, and had black leather pads on her elbows and knees. Her tan was jarring: making her breasts and mound of Venus stand out like they had pibk spotlights on them, even in the very low light from the lighting towers off to the sides. Robbie unsnapped her leash and Suzanne handed her something on a little tray. Then the dirty blonde with the spectacular tan stood and sashayed over towards the three chairs, swinging her hips seductively. Professor Lillehammer snapped to attention. 

The blonde stopped in front of the professor and raised the tray she was carrying. There was a glass jar with something wet looking and red in it, and a silver spoon. She put a finger under the Professor's chin and raised his gaze up to hers. 

"I hope you will enjoy the show, folks. I thought I would offer you a little sample of this freshly made and rare Texas jam. Poteet strawberries and Robstown habaneros - a very sweet and hot combination!"

She dipped the spoon in the jam and held it in front of Dorothy's husband as if she were going to feed him baby food from the spoon. 

"Oh no, no thank you." He mumbled.

Dorothy spoke a little louder than she intended. "Oh, I insist that you try it dear!"

He glanced over at her and then turned back toward the spoon and opened his mouth slightly.

The dirty blonde got a dirty grin on her face. "That's a good boy!"

She moved the spoon towards him, but just before it reached his mouth, she pulled back slightly and languidly dripped the jam on one of her nipples! She dropped the spoon back on the tray, and smiled again as his facial expression froze in surprise, then she grabbed the back of his head with her free hand and pulled his mouth to the jam coated nipple.

"Suck it hard!" She growled. "Suck it all off."

The professors face turned just as red as the jam, but he did his best. 

"Good boy! Now bite it." She growled again. "Harder!"

He must have gotten up the courage to really nip it. She sighed.

"Good boy! Momma likes!"

She pulled back, and slapped his face hard, twice. He was paralyzed for a moment. Then she took the spoon and drizzled jam on the other nipple. 

"This time suck harder, and then bite harder, too!" She jammed the breast in his mouth and grabbed the back of his head savagely.

Dorothy could see her husband's jaw muscles work, and his cheeks hollow as he sucked as hard as he could. The tanned blonde threw her head back and laughed heartily. Then his jaws moved again as he obviously bit down on her nipple. She drew in a big breath and stood on her tiptoes. She pulled back and Dorothy could see that her nipple was bright red, and all the jam was gone.

The dirty blonde slapped him again, hard, once on each cheek. "I like you!"

She then stood in front of Dorothy, her chest heaving and her nipples hard. Dorothy's too. She dipped the spoon in the jam again and looked Dorothy right in the eyes.

"Oh, I, I couldn't..." Dorothy mumbled.

Her husband laughed. "Oh, I insist, dear!"

The dirty blonde smiled an even dirtier smile, and once again drizzled a lot of jam on a nipple. She slowly leaned over toward Dorothy, but rather than grabbing Dorothy's head, she smiled smugly, and stopped her forward motion, and waited for Dorothy to make a move. 

Dorothy did. She tried her best to suck really hard. She had never had another woman's nipple in her mouth before. She liked it. The she remembered she should bite hard now. She did. She was afraid she would break the skin. But the dirty blonde purred like a kitten. Dorothy felt a hand on the back of her head that grabbed her hair and then pulled her head back. It hurt a little bit.

Suddenly the blonde girl kissed her, very hard, jamming her tongue into Dorothy's mouth. She felt a little dizzy. Then her head was snapped back and the blonde dripped some more jam on the other nipple. 

Dorothy leaned forward to take it in her mouth. The blonde giggled and leaned back, making Dorothy lean forward even further. She giggled, and moved back until Dorothy almost fell over forward. She stopped just short of that and Dorothy clamped onto that nipple as hard as she could suck.




My Only Talent Ch. 31



"That's my girl." The blonde murmured. "Suck it, suck it - now bite it!"

Dorothy gave her it her best. Then the blonde pulled back and slapped Dorothy even harder than she had slapped the professor.

"You've got real potential, honey!" she cried.

She stuck her finger in the jam jar, wetting it with red jam, and then swiftly rubbed it between her legs. She held the finger up under Dorothy's nose, and Dorothy knew her nostrils were flaring as she drank in the smell. Then the finger was in her mouth, and she sucked it just as hard as she could. It tasted weird, but it got her hot. The finger left her mouth and went under her chin, lifting her eyes up to meet the blonde's. 

"When you are ready for more training, you let me know." She said softly. 

Then she turned and moved over in front of Rock Tappert. "Your wife is almost ready. I hope you enjoy the show. I know she will!"

Dorothy could actually hear Rock Tappert's heart thudding in his chest. His legs vibrated like a flag fluttering in a strong breeze. His face was redder than the jam. The sun was almost fully set. A burnt orange sliver still hung above the horizon. 

Suzanne strutted up to the seated trio and began to speak. Dorothy was surprised at how deep and commanding her voice was. 

"Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to a very unusual evening. You are now part of the UDT family - you will never be same again after this night."

The sun then completely disappeared below the horizon. "Sunset!" Suzanne bellowed. "Let the fun begin."

All the lights went off. The only illumination was the faint red orange glow reflected from the clouds low in the western sky. There was some movement near the center of the arena, and Dorothy thought she could see a pretty large group of people walking towards them.

Suzanne spoke again. "Most of you have heard the saying that 'the heart wants what the heart wants'. But some of you know that sometimes it is more correct to say that 'the pussy wants what the pussy wants'. Tonight, you are going to see a woman getting what her pussy really wants. This is just for us gathered here. You will never talk to anyone about this. After tonight, you will never even talk about it with those who are here tonight. But she will never forget it, nor will you!"

All of the light towers came on at once. The light was momentarily blinding. 

When her eyes adjusted, Dorothy saw a female form up on the rodeo chute not twenty feet from their chairs. It was Veronica Tappert! She had on white gloves, white stockings that ended just above her knees, a long white stiff leather collar that held her neck up and out, and her hair was tied up in a burnt orange and white bandana. Otherwise, she was naked. She was suspended with her abdomen on that little saddle that sat on a thick pipe about three feet off the ground, with her legs spread widely, and leather straps at her knees and ankles supporting her weight. Another set of leather straps held her arms out slightly above the level of her shoulders. She looked like some kind of erotic marionette show. Her fingernails, toenails, and lips were painted burnt orange. 

Rock Tappert vibrated again in his chair. He chanted something unintelligible under his breath, and then sobbed. Veronica was totally bathed in light now, and every part of her was exposed and easy to see.

Dorothy saw that the group of people had reached Veronica. There were several dozen young men, and about a dozen females. All the men had on cowboy chaps, leather boots, and little 'Lone Ranger' style masks, with nothing else, except that each had a white square on their chest with numbers, like at a 10K run. She tried to scan the numbers, and the highest one she saw was 50. Were there really 50 men there? The females had no numbers, and all wore a pair of white panties, and nothing else. They milled around Veronica, looking closely at her, but not touching her.

Suzane spoke again, her voice powerful. "Members of UDP and trusted guests, I give you our plaything for the evening! Take a few minutes to welcome her and warm her up a little before the real action starts."

The group surged in around Veronica, touching her and commenting about her body.

"Nice nipples."

"I like the way your legs look." A pause. "They feel nice too!"

Several of the woman touched and kissed Veronica. Most all of the men rubbed her face or breasts or legs with their cocks. She groaned and quivered. 

Suzanne spoke again. "Everyone on your marks, the show is about to begin!"

The men lined up according to their numbers, from #1 on the left to #50 on the right, with 25 men flanking Veronica on either side, with the dozen or so women distributed among them, perhaps standing with their dates? Dorothy Lillehammer was stunned. Surely they didn't intend that...

"We bid our new faculty advisor and his wife welcome to Texas, and to a very interesting evening with UDP. In Texas, football is a year round sport." Suzanne's deep voice commanded silence and attention. "Fall football you are familiar with, they even play that at Virginia Tech, although not so well lately! And I suppose they have spring football practice, too. Here in Texas, football recruiting is a year round passion, but especially so after spring training ends. But in the hot summers, the dedicated football fans follow seven on seven football, which is the primary reason why so many quarterbacks from Texas are starting at major college programs and in the NFL."

Rock Tappert was truly Red Tappert now, especially in the face, and he was twisting in his chair to try to get a better view of his wife Veronica. Veronica, for her part, was looking back and forth trepidatiously at the long line of numbered males: short and tall, buff and skinny, and in all colors from pasty white to very dark black. Dorothy couldn't help but to think about what it would be like to have them all waiting in line for her. She hoped her husband couldn't hear her labored breathing. She could clearly hear Veronica's breathing between Suzanne's words.

"In any football game, one of the most exciting plays is the interception - especially those that are returned all the way back down the field for a touchdown. They call it a 'pick six' - suddenly, unexpectedly, savagely, the other team is inexorably penetrating all your defenses and pushing hard all the way into your most precious and previously well- guarded territory, your end zone. "

Dorothy gasped. Rock Tappert groaned. Veronica sighed.

"You are going to enjoy a little 'pick six' of you own tonight, Professor! You get to pick the six men that will penetrate all of your wife's defenses, score multiple touchdowns, and make one of her hottest fantasies come true. As a bonus, if you pick a man whose girlfriend is here with him tonight, she gets to have her way with the lovely Veronica, too!"

A hush fell over the crowd. Then about half of the dozen or so girlfriends, at least those that wanted a shot at Veronica, began pitching their boyfriend's wares. A compact and very muscular UDP member wearing #14 was pushed forward by his girlfriend, a brunette at least six inches taller than he was, with big breasts and nipples that were currently very erect. 

"Choose #14! Dynamite comes in small packages, let me tell you. He is fit, and strong, and he lasts a long, long time!"

Dorothy was fascinated with the girl's nipples, but she couldn't help but giggle at her sales approach. She found herself speaking before she thought about it. 

"That may not be a plus in this situation, sweetie." Professor Lillehammer turned and stared at his wife. 

She suddenly realized she had spoken aloud and clamped her mouth shut. She tried to cover it with her hands, but the handcuffs made that impossible. The girl took her comment as a challenge.

"I bet you'd like to lick my nipples, too, wouldn't you lady?"

Further conflict was avoided as several other dates paraded their boyfriends in front of Rock Tappert. Dorothy was amazed to see him break out in a big smile.

*******

Robbie was amazed at Red Rock Tappert's reaction. This was supposed to drive him completely insane, but he looked like he was enjoying himself. Really enjoying himself. Robbie's curiosity about the Tapperts must have triggered a Suzie snooping impulse, and suddenly he was tuned into both Veronica and her husband, the first time that had ever happened. Her carrier signal was strong, and her fantasy images were shimmering and vibrant: she was digging what was about to happen. The weird thing was, so was her husband. He was not tuned in, Suzie-wise, as far as Robbie could discern, but he was sending his own strange and funky long wavelength male desire signal that somehow harmonized with his wife's excitement! 

Robbie had certainly not seen that coming. It was like he was listening in on a Suzie version of an old 'party line' telephone and he could hear both sides of the 'conversation' between husband and wife. He could even sense some of Rock Tappert's emotions. The only thing that was making him anxious right now was the chance that he might not select the 6 guys that would get his wife off the best! Robbie was stunned.

Suzanne pressed against him on his right, and put her arm behind him and slipped her left hand into his pants, caressing his buttocks. 

"Six might be too much for me, but it looks like it is just right for Professor Taggert's hot wife. How did you know this would work for both of them, Robbie? You are such an interesting man!"

Taggert did pick #14, and then #43, our only Samoan UDP member, who looked like a football nose guard but was actually a microbiology major and a clarinetist in the Longhorn marching band. Little Liz pulled Ralph to the fore, using his huge dick, which amazingly made Rock Taggert smile. He picked Ralph, and Liz gave out a whoop, explaining that he got a bonus because Ralph had two girlfriends here tonight. Three down and three to go, so to speak.

Rock Taggert had to undergo three days of 'required diversity training' before reporting to his professorship at ESU, and some of it must have sunk in, because he next picked the very blackest UDP frat rat ever, a huge Nigerian shot putter who was supposedly a distant cousin of the Acho brothers. He then picked Juan 'Big Chile' Talemantes, who was from Monterrey. His father was a professor at Monterrey Tech and he was the only UDP brother who liked his food even hotter than I did. He often ate handfuls of raw Chile Pequin peppers to win bets, and seldom had to pay for his drinks as a result. 

His final pick was Husky Varna, who stepped forward and actually tried to shake Professor Taggert's hand, before he realized the handcuffs made that impossible. Mighty mannerly of you there, podnah!

"Ooh! Good choice." Suzanne breathed. "Who is that?" She was popping the exact same kind of Suzie signal that Lynn Da Britain had sent for him. Damn it. Do all women react that way to him?

"That's a new member I am recruiting. Looks like he is enjoying our evening so far."

"Since he has no pockets, we can be sure that's not a frog in his pocket!"

Lara stood next to him on his left, and Candy was backed up in front of him, such that he was very aware of her ass cheeks pressing against the metal codpiece of his 'Master' costume. He smelled all three of the girls next to him, each wearing a different perfume, and each modulated uniquely by a little perspiration and a little excitement. The assembled audience was murmuring, and the insect noises had picked up now that it was dark. The crowd was speculating on who would do what to whom, and when. Moths fluttered through the beams from the lighting towers, which seemed actinic and bright. In the background, cattle noises and bird calls mixed with the insect noises. Way off in the distance, a spring thunderstorm boomed its bass song. Was it moving this way?

A phrase popped into his mind, unbidden. "The roar of the greasepaint, and the smell of the crowd." It was a play he had attended with his mother, once again in support of one of her accounting students with Thespian tendencies. It seemed somehow an appropriate image tonight. Robbie had brought all this together, constructed the scene and chosen the players. Was he getting cocky? He had projected some of his worst fears onto Rock Tappert, but it seemed the young Professor was going to be very happy that he had. Where else in the world could a scene like this be played out? What starts here changes the world, right? It takes all kinds to make a world. Which kind was Suzanne? Which kind was Robbie?

*******

Dorothy's excitement grew to a fever pitch as she watched Rock Taggert pick 6 young men to ravish his wife. She knew this was one of Veronica's biggest sexual fantasies, and it was about to be fulfilled in a spectacular fashion. Dorothy realized she was a little hot under the collar, and wet under the panties, too.

The little short girl and her tall friend walked over to Veronica, holding hands with an average looking guy. Except he had the biggest cock Dorothy had ever seen. She had watched some pretty funky pornos at her youngest cousin's bachelorette party a year ago, but none of the male porn stars had anything on this guy. If he had in a photograph she would have believed it was Photo-shopped and not real, but as he walked it moved very realistically. He stopped about ten feet from Veronica and watched with his hands on his hips as his two girlfriends walked over to Veronica.

"Don't worry honey. Ralphie is not going to go first. He might take a little getting used to, if you know what I mean!" 

But it looked as if the tall girl next to her was going to go first. She was lean and muscular, an athlete of some stripe, and she looked very erotic in the blueish light from the lamps on the towers. She sauntered over and stood next to Veronica's shoulders. All the talking stopped, and everyone's attention was now on Veronica.