When you are in a class that you, and the rest of your classmates, hate it can be the slowest minutes of your life. Not only that, but on this early May afternoon temperatures reached record highs. To top it off, despite the complaints of numerous students and professors, the air conditioning in the Jefferies Building where you were right now still didn’t work.

Mrs. Henderson, the basic algebra one community college professor that Tim Larmer and Erica Adams were taking this semester, was about to end class finally. Mrs. Anderson, whose large gray hair made her look like the wife of some sketchy televangilist from the eighties, looked over at Erica and cheerfully smiled. “Alright, class is dismissed. Please finish your take home test over the weekend. I will be collecting them on Tuesday. Remember they are worth thirty percent of your grade! Erica, can you hand them out please?” This woman was too excited about community college algebra.

Erica took the papers from their professor and walked from row to row passing out the exam. A few people gave her funny or outright nasty looks. Erica wasn’t the hottest girl on their small campus, but she still felt pretty good about herself. She weighted just a hair under two hundred pounds and had very thick black hair that fell to her shoulders. Honestly, Erica liked being full figured. She loved her large breasts and the way her bottom looked in the ankle length skirt she was wearing right now with a pair of platform sandals.

Finally, in the last row, she handed a test to Tim and and then handed another to him for her. He rolled his eyes and mouthed she loves you at his best friend. Trying to stiffle a giggle, Erica turned around and handed the extra tests to Mrs. Henderson, who thanked her and told both to have a good weekend. She winked at Tim, who awkwardly tried to wink back. For some reason their professor seemed to think Erica and Tim were dating. She must not have known that Erica was a lesbian. But somehow, Tim thought as the best friends walked out of the building and put their sunglasses on before being blinded, Mrs. Henderson might not even know what a lesbian was. There was no algebriac equations or truth tables involved.

Amanda Jane Carlson was disgusted by the test that Erica had handed her; she just wasn’t smart enough for basic algebra on the community college level. She had better things to do this weekend, such as go to the big end of semester fraternity party on Saturday night. It was Thursday afternoon; there was plenty of time to find someone to complete the test for her. Most of the time Amanda could convince some nerd (and once, just once, she reminded herself, a girl) to do her homework for her. All it took was a blowjob usually and the deal was done. Most of then practically cried; they were probably virgins. They always tried to get her to be their girlfriend by buying her clothes, shoes, and flowers. She thought it was cute in a way, but boys who weren’t rich or really sexy were not worth the time.

In the cafeteria she stopped at the coffee line and assesed the room. She needed to find a new nerd to use that could guarentee her an A. Amanda had not wanted to go to college, but her “daddy” had laid down the law; her weekly allowance would be cut off if she didn’t go. Community college was frustrating and difficult for her, but, due to her amazingly tan and toned eighteen year old body and excellent blowjob technique, she got by.

Amanda wasn’t quite an airhead, but she didn’t have much of merit bouncing around in her brain. All she wanted out of life was to marry a hot, very rich, man and live the privledged life of a trophy wife. A few kids between gym trips, spas, shopping sprees, and ski vacations. She was currently single; her high school boyfriend had gone away for school. Amanda broke it off with him after graduation. A second team preseason All American running back like him would stray so quickly it made her head spin. Boys of all kinds flocked to her at parties. The brunette wasn’t as slutty as some of the other girls in her sorority but she didn’t exactly want a steady boyfriend either. At least not one that made less than seven figures. After a few minutes of looking around the cafeteria, she found the perfect boy to do her homework. It made her want to vomit, but he would do.

Tim Larmer sat in his regular far right corner table with his lunch in front of him and a book in his hands. He could not stand most of the people he went to school with. Thankfully, the semester ended next Tuesday. Most of his classmates were neanderthal jocks or bimbos who must’ve missed the cut for Girls Gone Wild. Tim loved women; he often checked them out in the cafeteria as they giggled and flirted, but they were pretty far out of his league.

Tim was a freshman in college. In high school he only had one girlfriend, and she disapeared after graduation. The only close friend he had was Erica Adams, but she was a lesbian. Most of the time he spent his lunch hour looking up every so often from whatever book he was reading to look at the girls who sat nearby. Although he would never admit it, he really wished that he could find a girl like them. Tan, blond hair, large breasts, nice clothes. Tim knew girls like that were not interested in a guy like him and, for the most part, he was fine with that. He spent his weekends hanging out with Erica, who had similiar tastes in women and even less of a chance of scoring one of them, or working on projects. Keg parties, sports, and doubachery were not for him at all.

With all of this said, Tim was really surprised to find Amanda Carlson approaching his table. She was probably the hottest girl on campus; shoulder length brown hair, big blue eyes, long, very tan, legs and a nice set of D cup breasts. She was dressed to kill today in a white mini skirt and brown cork platform wedges. Amanda leaned over the table a little to expose the cleavage her pink shirt was having a difficult time containing.

Tim was not an idiot; he knew she wanted something. He put his book down and looked up at her. “Hello, Amanda.”

Amanda looked around quickly, hoping none of her friends saw her talking to this nerd. “Um, hi, your name is Tim, right?”

He tried not to direct his response to her breasts, but it was pretty difficult not to. “Yes it is. Uh, what’s up?”

Amanda straightened and then sat down across from him. “You are in my math class and you seem, like, pretty smart.”

Tim smiled. “Yeah I am. Are you having trouble with the take home test? I’m really glad she gave us a take home test instead of an in class final.” It was obvious where this was going. He had helped a few girls in high school with their homework. Ussually they would pay him, but two had sex with him or gave him a blowjob in payment. Tim found it very repulsive that someone would whore themself like that when they didn’t need to, but he wasn’t going to refuse a blowjob in exchange for doing ten minutes of schoolwork for some bimbo. He wasn’t the best student in the world, his other interests usually distracted him, along with a bad case of Attention Deficiect Disorder, but he would never stoop to paying someone.

Amanda twirled a piece of her in between two fingers. “Uh, is it that obvious? I’m not a bimbo or anything, but this stuff is hard! I am totally flunking and really need to get an A on this lame test.” She made a stink face. “Why do we have to do a test at home? Gross.” Suddenly, after a few quick blinks, her cheerful I’m not an airhead smile returned. “You seem to be pretty good at it, Tim.” For a moment, the brunette pouted and leaned in provocitively. “I could really use your help.” For added effect, Amanda ran her tan left hand over her chest, pausing to let one brown acrylic nail slide inside her cleavage.

Nervously Tim smiled back at her. He wasn’t used to this kind of attention. However, while he looked nervous on the outside, inside his head his mind was moving at the speed of light. “Of course I can help you, Amanda. How about tomorrow night? We could meet at my house. I will make dinner and we can do the test together. It shouldn’t take that long, like you said, I am pretty good at this stuff.”

Amanda took a pen out of her purse and began to write something on Tim’s bookmark. “Here is my email address. Email me later today with directions and all that stuff. I’m also writing down my cell phone number. Call me tonight too just to make sure everything is chill.” When she finished writing the brunette returned his bookmark to the book and walked away quickly, making sure to sway her ass for him.

Tim went directly home and began to create an mp3 set for Amanda. A year’s worth of anti-social weekends finally paid off when he was able to get a brainwashing program to work. Using subliminal technology long thought “fake” by most people he created a program that could add a set of subliminal commands to mp3s. These could be added to a CDR or an mp3 player. The subliminals, which could easily be customized, entered the subconscious of the listener and conditioned them with whatever commands and imperitives the creator desired. The listener would not notices the changes that were being made to them; once conditioned they would believe it part of their real time life without question.

Tonight Tim would create an excuse for Amanda to hear the mp3s he had personalized for her. He had her email and cell number; all he had to do was make up a reason. His fingers quickly typed the number off of his bookmark. He tapped his finger against the phone while it rang.

He could hear her giggling when she picked up the phone. “Hello?”

Ignoring the bimboish mutterings, he began to speak. “Hey Amanda, it’s Tim, how are you?” Before she could answer he continued speaking. “Listen, I have some mp3’s that I made of today’s lecture I am going to send you. I think they can be very helpful for you. We can still work together on the test but this will be good for you too.”

Amanda wiggled out from under the boy she was being fucked by and walked across the room. “That is so sweet of you, Tim! I am kinda in the middle of something, but send it to my email and I will add it to my mp3 player.” Tim agreed and hit send as he shut his phone. So far, so good.

Sleep came for Amanda after only a few minutes of listening to the lecture on her mp3 player. She slept peacefully until about two in the morning, when a passing car woke her out of a very deep sleep. The brunette had listened to the lecture in her sleep, its subliminal messages beginning to program her mind. Realizing she might be bored by the mundane lecture, Tim had added a final command for Amanda to want to try to listen to it again if she woke up.

In the bathroom Amanda got a glass of water. She stared at herself in the mirror. The beauty mark below her full lips stared back at her, making her smile. Suddenly, while pulling her hair up over her head, she had the urge to move a hand down to her chest. Amanda ran the end of her index finger’s brown acrylic nail over her nipples. She felt her shirt rub against a nipple. Kneading them in her hands, all she could was touch her breasts. Moaning loudly, she took her shirt off to have better access.

A moment later Amanda was naked and under the covers. She ran her bright pink vibrator over her nipples. The buzz of the vibrator danced in her mind as she moved it down below. It was rare that Amanda needed to masterbate but once she had seen herself naked there was an impossible to resist urge she needed to obey. Soon enough she climaxed, her head bouncing off her pillow a few times. A head of brown hair blanketed her face as she panted from the excitement of her orgasm.

Satisfied and lost in a haze of docile obedience to subliminal messages from earlier, Amanda slid her ear buds back into her ears and hit play. Yet again sleep came very quickly for her, but little did she know that her mind was being reprogrammed again.

The next morning, Amanda felt like a train was hitting her when she turned on the shower. The brunette was exhausted yet felt like she had slept really well. She could not figure out what was wrong until she wandered into the shower and turned on the hot water. Instantly she was wide awake. The brunette began to wash herself with a new body wash purchashed on a previous week’s trip to the mall.

At this time of the morning, right in between the students who had early eight o’clock classes and the rush of the more popular ten o’clock, it was very quiet in the dorms. Amanda had plenty of time to relax. She washed herself, sighing as her hands reached a breast. Her legs were next; she washed them up and down, bubbles dripping down her tan ankles where they met with an ankle bracelet.

Amanda took a deep breath and pushed her breasts outward as they were washed. The touch of her hands against them felt like a thousand vibrators. The soap was lying on the floor; she leaned over and picked it up so her breasts could be soaped more. As her left hand played with the bottom of her right breast she fell backwards a few steps at the climax of her orgasm. Amanda let out a long, very loud, moan and grabbed the towel rack to balance herself.

After panting for a few minutes, she collected herself and ran the shower cold to clean up. This was the best orgasm she had ever had; never before had she been able to satisfy herself without touching her clitoris. It wasn’t often she masterbated; a quick call to bring a boy over normally took care of that problem. This was way better than the pleasure any boy had ever given her.

As she toweled off Amanda tried to dry her breasts and the same tingle from the night before rippled through her body. It went up and down her body; she stood still for a minute to bask in it. Little did she realize that when the brunette did this, she stood at attention like her training had taught her. The orgasms she was having were also programmed into her. Quickly she wrapped a towel around her waist and began to walk back to her room.

On her bed Amanda hugged herself tightly. Everything felt so good, so right, at the moment. A passive calm flooded her body and mind. She gave herself one more squeeze and got up to get dressed. The brunette had the perfect idea for an outfit.

Fumbling through her dresser, she found the perfect bra. The pink satin bra had been purchased a few months before. Usually it was held for special occasions and today, in Amanda’s suggestible mind, was a very special day. A matching pair of panties were slid up her long, tan, legs. Amanda stared at herself in the mirror, sliding right and left on the balls on her feet. Over the bra she wore a white sleeveless turtleneck, which was loose enough to be comfortable in the warm May weather but also tight enough to emphasize her breasts. Amanda was very pleased with herself as she modeled and pouted in front of the mirror. She added a black and grey plaid skirt whose length ended a few inches above her knees. A few seconds later a pair of black knee socks and Mary Jane platforms finalized the main parts of her outfit.

Her outfit was almost complete. She paced and pouted in front of the mirror for a few minutes. Something was missing. Looking over at her alarm clock, she realized that if she didn’t want to be late for class she had to leave now. As she picked up her bag and purse she realized what would make the outfit perfect. Pulling her hair into a pony tail as she went down the stairs, she paused for a moment to put in her ear buds. Maybe this time the lecture would make sense?

As she walked out into the sunlight, the siren song of the lecture further brainwashing her, only one thing was certain. Today was going to be a great day for Amanda Jane Carlson.