Oscar Meyers Part 2: Academia By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2005 Chapter 29 Sandwiched between Georgia and Debbie in bed, Oscar was in heaven. Debbie was running her tongue around his nipple with great effect. No one had ever told him that his nipple was an erogenous zone. The sensations her tongue produced propagated directly to his cock. Even if they hadn’t, Georgia’s hand around his erection would have been sufficient to drive him out of his mind. He raised his hand and held Debbie to his nipple. Georgia noticed his action and slipped down to tease his other nipple with her tongue. She kept up the light strokes of her hand on his cock. Oscar moaned while his eyes rolled back in his head. Debbie slipped a hand down to tickle his balls with feather-light touches. Oscar pumped his hips and managed to say, “Too much. I’m going to come.” Neither woman slowed down or stopped her actions. The whole idea was to make Oscar come. Less than ten seconds later, Oscar came. His entire body shook as jet after jet of come spewed out of his cock. Georgia stopped her strokes on his cock once it became clear that it was becoming painful. She leaned back and looked at the mess he had made on his stomach. When Oscar released her head, Debbie sat back and smiled at Georgia. Looking down at his stomach, she said, “It looks like Oscar enjoyed it.” “I agree.” “He made a little bit of a mess.” “It looks that way to me,” Georgia agreed. She rubbed his come into his stomach with the hand that had brought him off. Looking across his body at Georgia, Debbie asked, “Do you think he can do it again?” “It looks to me like he is done for now,” Georgia said moving his cock around with a finger. It was definitely limp. Oscar looked from one woman to the other and asked, “What did you do to me?” “You weren’t supposed to come, yet,” Debbie said. She traced his nipple with a finger and said, “We were just beginning the foreplay.” “That’s right. We were going to do that for hours and hours,” Georgia said winking at the red head. “You did do that to me for hours and hours,” Oscar said. “It was more like minutes and minutes,” Georgia corrected with a grin. The fact was that she had lost track of all time. “Well, it was more like two minutes,” Debbie teased. She ran her hand back down to his balls and gently caressed them. She said, “I guess we might have killed you if we had gotten to the good stuff.” Oscar found it hard to believe that he had come so hard from a hand job. It made him think of a teenage boy making out in the backseat of a car and experiencing the touch of a woman for the first time. He sure didn’t feel like a teenage boy. He said, “I can’t believe that I came from a hand job.” “Why not?” Georgia asked, puzzled by the statement. Even Debbie looked surprised. “It just seems like something that happens to a teenage boy,” Oscar answered. He slipped a hand between Debbie’s legs bringing a tingling sensation to her. “You bring us both off with your hand all of the time,” Debbie said while lifting her butt off the bed so that his contact with her nether region was harder. “That’s right. Why should you be any different?” Georgia asked. “I don’t know,” Oscar answered. He was quiet for a minute and then said, “I don’t know what I would do without the two of you helping me through some of the hard days.” Georgia understood what he meant. There were days when he really missed the medallion and the closeness to the Two-Sided One that it represented. She said, “I know you miss wearing the medallion, but it won’t be much longer before you’ll be wearing a new medallion.” “Two years,” Oscar said. Looking forward, it seemed like forever. “It’s been three years. You’re more than halfway there,” Georgia countered. Debbie was silent. Her thoughts were on what they would do without Oscar. One day he would put on the medallion and leave the College while she was left behind. Georgia would probably go with him and she would be alone. She didn’t want to be alone. “I love you both so much,” Oscar said. Thinking about Oscar leaving for good reminded Debbie that Oscar was leaving the next day. He was supposed to meet Mullah Farzin bin Saud in Las Vegas. She rose up on an elbow and said, “We love you too. I believe that it is now Georgia’s turn to be the Queen Bee.” Georgia wiggled in excitement and said, “Oh, goody.” Two days later, Oscar was in Las Vegas. Returning from a late lunch, Oscar, dressed in blue jeans and white shirt, walked through the Casino. Slot machines were ringing while people fed bills into them and pushed buttons. The place was busy, but not all that crowded. He approached the gambling tables and watched a couple of people play blackjack. He thought about trying it, but upon seeing everyone lose when the dealer turned over a black jack, he decided against it. He had just turned towards the craps table when it seemed as if he was seeing double. His stomach lurched and he staggered. Pausing, he took a deep breath and took a few steps forward. After a few steps, he stopped to watch the roulette wheel. He could see the dealer holding the ball and the ball riding in the winning slot. Oscar realized that he could see the result before the dealer rolled the ball. He was seeing two worlds laid one atop the other. One world was the now and one was the future. It was difficult moving since he wasn’t sure if he was moving in reaction to the now or the future. The world slowed down and it was as if he were seeing it with a clarity that he had never experienced. The dealer spun the ball. The ball went around the wheel slowly dropping into one of the numbered slots after jumping around a bit. The prescient vision playing in his mind had come true. He watched the dealer payout the bets. After a minute, the other gamblers started placing their bets. Still seeing the future, Oscar knew what number would win. Unable to resist the temptation, Oscar pulled out a hundred dollar bill and put it on the number. The dealer looked at money and then at Oscar. He asked, “Do you want ones?” “I’m betting on that number,” Oscar said licking his lips. His stomach was protesting what his eyes were seeing. The dealer asked, “All of that on 26?” “Yes,” Oscar answered. He didn’t really understand the rules, but had observed how much a chip paid. He also didn’t realize that the chips on the table were worth a dollar. “Changing a hundred,” called the dealer. He didn’t care if the man lost a hundred dollars on a single spin. It wasn’t his money. The roulette dealer exchanged a black chip for the hundred dollar bill. Watching the dealer replace his hundred dollar bill with a single black chip, Oscar asked, “What did you do?” “I put a hundred dollar chip on your number, sir,” the dealer answered. “Oh,” Oscar said. He watched the dealer toss the little ball into the wheel. It went around and around ten times before it fell onto the wheel. It bounced around for a second and then settled into the slot numbered 26. Raising an eyebrow, the dealer looked at the black chip on the table. He placed a transparent plastic marker on the chip and started to clear the losing bets. Oscar watched with a frown and relaxed only when the man pushed out a small stack of chips. There were three orange chips and a single purple chip. The dealer turned towards the pit boss and said, “Thirty-five hundred payout.” After the dealer removed the plastic marker, Oscar picked up his chips and examined them. The orange chips were a thousand and the purple chip was worth five hundred. Two visions of the world continued to move through his head. He saw the results of the next spin and pushed the stack of chips to the new number. The dealer said, “Maximum bet on this table is a thousand dollars.” Oscar removed some of the chips leaving a single orange chip on the table. The dealer shouted, “Thousand dollar bet.” The pit boss came over to the table and stood behind the dealer. Looking over at Oscar, he asked, “Do you have a card?” “I need a card to play?” Oscar asked. He had begun his reply about the time the pit boss had said the word Do. Oscar was having difficult dealing with two visions of the world. “No, but if you have a card, then we can comp your room for you,” the man answered examining Oscar for a second. He’d seen plenty of people stoned out of their mind drop a bundle at the table. If he kept Oscar at the table, he knew that they would win every dollar they had just paid out back and perhaps a few dollars more. Not understanding what the man was talking about, Oscar said, “I’d just like to play a couple of times.” “We reward high rollers with free rooms, meals, and tickets to events. To qualify, you’ll need to have a card so that we can track how much you’re gambling,” the man said. “Okay,” Oscar said. “If you have some identification, I’ll get you a card. After you are done playing, we’ll comp your room and dinner,” the man said. Without thinking about the consequences of his actions, Oscar handed over his driver’s license and watched the man hand it off to another man. Looking around the room, he was trying to distinguish the now from the future. His attention was brought back to the table when the woman next to him screamed. He looked down at the table and saw that the plastic marker was on his orange chip. The pit boss looked at the table and made a gesture to another man behind the tables. He said, “I need a rack of the thousand dollar chips.” It took a minute to pay Oscar his thirty-five thousand dollars in winnings. Despite the amount of money that he had won, he had a small stack of chips compared to everyone else at the table. He had a stack of thirty-seven orange chips, a purple chip, and a black chip. Others around the table had huge piles of chips, although each person only had a single color of chip in front of them. The future continued to unroll in his mind and he pushed the purple chip over to the next winning number. The dealer turned to the pit boss and said, “Thousand dollar bet.” “Spin it,” the pit boss said watching the table carefully. Cameras above the table were focused on the wheel and three other pairs of eyes were carefully watching the dealer. Two security types were watching Oscar like a hawk. Oscar noticed that he was surrounded by a crowd of people. Huge piles of chips where added atop his single chip. Other gamblers wanted to ride on his luck. They also covered the rest of the table with bets thinking that it may have just been a fluke. Hands trembling, the dealer spun the wheel and then spun the ball. Right after the dealer spun the ball; a woman bumped into Oscar and then stepped away. She hadn’t taken more than three steps before security grabbed her and wrestled the orange chip out of her hand. Oscar had known that she was going to bump into him, that she would steal one of his orange chips, and that she would be caught. He would have tried to prevent it, but it was difficult for him to function while seeing two visions of the world. This kind of seeing things before they happened reminded him of William Redman Carter and his description of his visions. By the time the woman had been restrained and the chip retrieved, the ball had finished moving and Oscar was a winner again. Oscar’s stolen chip was returned to him. On the table, a stack of thirty-five one thousand dollar chips were placed in front of him. The pit boss said, “Would you like to go to a higher stakes table?” Nodding, Oscar picked up his chips and followed the man to a quieter area of the casino. Unlike his normal graceful self, he tripped several times on the way there. Any onlooker would have sworn that he was drugged by the way that he kept bumping into things, staggering, and falling. Several times, he had to stop to get control over his balance and his stomach. A woman who worked for the Casino went over to Oscar and helped guide him to the high stakes area by holding onto his elbow. Oscar closed his eyes and allowed himself to be led. For the next half an hour, Oscar played roulette in the high stakes area with bets of one thousand dollars. Each bet won with a payoff of thirty-five thousand dollars. As suddenly as his vision had come upon him, it left. He stepped back from the table and blinked his eyes before staring at the stacks of chips in front of him. He had won over three quarters of a million dollars. Licking his lips, he said, “I’m done.” “We’ll cash you out and then take you to your new room,” a young woman standing next to Oscar said. It took him a second to recognize the woman. She was the woman who had helped guide him to the high stakes area. He turned to look at her while he processed her words. She was extremely attractive and knew it. As much as he would have enjoyed a bigger room, he was there to meet with Mullah Farzin bin Saud. For that to happen, he needed to stay in the room that had been arranged for him. He said, “I want to keep my room.” “We have a wonderful luxury suite for you,” the woman replied surprised by his refusal. Most big spenders jumped at the chance to get one of the luxury suites. She smiled and ran a hand along his arm. She said, “It’s free.” “No. I want the room that I had,” Oscar said. The firmness of his voice suggested that he would not change his mind. The woman looked over to her supervisor. The man frowned and nodded his approval. She said, “Okay.” “Would you like us to cash in your chips for you?” “Sure,” Oscar replied. His mind was beginning to engage more fully now that the two visions of the world had collapsed into one. His stomach was very queasy and he had to keep swallowing to keep from throwing up. He took one of the thousand dollar chips and handed it to the dealer. With a smile that was closer to a grimace, he said, “Thank you.” It took a few minutes for them to rack and count the chips. Once that was done, Oscar walked off with the woman to get his check and some vouchers for some free meals at their restaurant. As soon as Oscar was gone, the Casino Manager turned to the pit boss and said, “I want that wheel taken apart and every part tested. I want every second of film studied to see how he did that. Not even Jesus Christ can pick twenty winners in a row.” “Yes, sir,” the pit boss said. They had tried every trick in the book to vary each spin, but it had no effect on Oscar’s ability to pick a winner. “I want to know who he is,” the manager said frowning while he stared at the table. He growled and said, “The bastard looked like he was drugged.” Shaking his head, the chief of security walked over and said, “I need to talk to you in private.” Knowing how his Chief of Security operated, the Casino Manager followed him to quiet corner of the high stakes area. Once there, he asked, “What’s up?” “Leave that guy alone.” “Why?” the manager asked looking at the Chief of Security. There were no doubts in his mind that Oscar had cheated and normally the Chief of Security would go to any length to prove it. “He’s a Druid.” “Oh fuck,” the manager said. Shaking his head, he asked, “Which of those Gods and Goddesses of theirs does he serve?” “The God,” the Chief of Security answered. Leaning over, he whispered, “His stay here was arranged by the Grand Druid. No one is to know about it.” “Isn’t the God the one with all of the law enforcement types?” “You’ve got it. That fellow is downright dangerous. From what I was able to find out, he’s killed over three hundred men in combat. Some folks say it is closer to a thousand. You don’t fuck with him and live,” the Chief of Security answered. He looked over at the table and said, “I wonder why his God gave him our money.” “You don’t think?” the manager asked with a concerned expression on his face. Echoing words spoken earlier, the Chief of Security answered, “At one time I would have said that only Jesus Christ could pick twenty numbers in a row. If he can do it, then one of those Druid Gods can do it too.” After a few detours to pick up his check, Oscar finally made it back to his room. Once he closed the door behind him, he immediately ran to the bathroom and threw up. Seeing two versions of the world at the same time had made him sick to his stomach. It was worse than getting spun around until he got sick. This wasn’t the first time that the visions had come upon him, but this was the first time that he had realized what was happening to him. Once his stomach was empty, Oscar staggered over to the sink and washed out his mouth. After washing his face, he lowered the lid on the toilet and sat down feeling exhausted. Staring at the floor, he asked, “What was that?” A masculine sounding female voice answered, “Training.” Shaking his head and regretting it almost as soon as he had done it, Oscar asked, “Training?” There was no answer. Oscar sat without moving while his mind cleared. He pulled the check out of his pocket. The check was for just a little over six hundred thousand dollars. The casino had deducted twenty-eight percent from his winnings for taxes. Oscar had never seen so much money in his entire life. Finally, he asked, “What about the money?” Again there was no answer. Oscar hadn’t really expected one. He rose and went into the room proper. The king sized bed occupied most of the room. There was a small table with two chairs, a desk with another chair, and a pair of nightstands that bracketed the bed. It was a standard hotel room. He wondered what the luxury suite would have looked like, but dismissed it from his mind upon recalling his reason for being there. He opened the door to the connecting room and found that the door on the other side was still closed. Taking a seat in the chair by the desk, he waited for Mullah Farzin bin Saud to open his door. While he waited, he read a little of the Koran to pass the time. An hour passed before Mullah Farzin bin Saud opened the door. Looking up, Oscar said, “Hello.” “Fareed Khomeni said that you won a lot of money gambling,” the Mullah said staring at Oscar. Fareed had not explained how it was that he had been in a position to see Oscar win. He added, “I thought you knew that you were to keep a low profile.” Oscar shrugged his shoulders and said, “The Two-Sided One said it was training.” “What does that mean?” “I don’t know,” Oscar answered. He stood up to join the Mullah in his room. As he walked towards the door, he asked, “Why are we meeting in a casino in Las Vegas?” “The Baptists put this conference together,” the Mullah answered waving his hand in the air. He added, “They always pick places like this. Half of them will lose their shirts before the conference is over.” Oscar laughed and said, “And I guess that the ones who win can claim moral superiority.” “I would say that those of us who don’t play are the ones who can claim moral superiority,” the Mullah answered. “I guess you told me,” Oscar said shaking his head. “Let’s get to work.” Oscar entered the room and spotted Fareed Khomeni seated at the table. Oscar hadn’t seen the man since he had stormed out of the Druid College. Raising a hand in greeting, Oscar said, “Hello Fareed. I didn’t think I’d see you here.” The other man looked at Oscar and said, “It was his idea.” “Don’t be that way, Fareed. It will do you good to argue some of the points with Oscar,” the old man said with a grin. He felt that if Fareed was to take his place, then he should be able to hold his own against any other scholar, including Oscar. Oscar took a seat at the table across from Fareed and opened his Koran. Mullah Farzin bin Saud took a seat and, with a twinkle in his eye, asked, “Now what was the question that you asked that seemed to irritate Fareed so much the last time you two met?”