When she asked the front desk if there were any conference rooms available
Wendy was surprised. Instead of putting her in one of the ones she was used
to the old librarian lead her deep into a sub-basement. She had never seen
the librarian before, and he kind of gave her the creeps. Eventually he
pointed her to a door. An oak plaque on the door read: "The Wishing Room."
Weird. When she poked her head in, she saw that there were markers at the
white board, which was all she really cared about, so she smiled and thanked
the librarian. Oddly, when she turned around, he was already gone.

She sent a message out to her group telling them of the strange location.
It was only after she entered that the words "Zero Sum" appeared between the
first and second words on the plaque. 

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Wendy glanced up from her glowing screen to see Mike walk into the
small conference room. He was only ten minutes late, but Wendy had
been there since 2:45, so it felt longer. She did not really mind.
She had gotten used to the fact that she was the only person in
the Dartmouth Computer Science department who was able to keep a date.
"Hey Mike. How you doing?"

Mike smiled at the pretty Chinese-American girl, "I'm doing pretty well.
How about you? Still trying to get that self modifying chess simulator
working?"

Wendy pushed her thick black plastic rimmed glass up the low bridge of her
nose. It was a tick she couldn't ever quite get rid of. "I'm planning on
picking it up over the break. I just have too much work right now."

Mike nodded and smiled at Wendy over the top of her laptop. At 5'2" she was
short enough that her large computer blocked his view of her soft pink 
lips, "I need to start doing stuff like that. My github page is a
fucking desert."

"You just have to focus on the task at hand, that's all." She said.

Mike laughed, "So diplomatic." Normally Mike would have been trying to turn
this into an opportunity to get to know his shy, brilliant classmate better,
but with Karen in the group he was not willing to spend the energy
to push through Wendy's shell. Just as these thoughts when through
his head the door cracked open behind him.

Wendy's face fell as the door cracked open to let Karen into the small
conference room. There went any hope of using this project as an opportunity
to flirt with Mike. Not that Wendy really thought she had a chance with him.
It did not matter now, because any chance she had was extinguished by the
comparison to the monument to feminine perfection that had just walked in
the door. Every part of Karen was perfect, from her heart melting face
to her sleek legs, to her tear shaped 36DD cup breasts. She was by far
the sexiest girl in the CS department, and almost certainly in the whole
school. She could, and did, have any man she wanted. Often despite
a relationship status which would have stopped a lesser woman. It wasn't
just that Karen was hot. She had a thousand little tricks to wrap a man
around her finger, and she was unable to resist using them at every
opportunity.

"Hey guys!" Karen said in her erotically charged voice. The straps of
her backpack outlined her large breasts, and it seemed to take her longer
than necessary to take the bag off. In the process of doing so she
thrust her chest out in a way that *might* have been accidental,
giving Mike a perfect profile view of her body. Wendy sighed internally.

Karen and Mike seemed to be having a private conversation in low tones,
so Wendy went back to getting set up for the project. After a few minutes
the door opened again, and the last two members of the group filed in.
Wendy smiled when she saw Simon, but her expression froze when she saw
the way that Sarah was joking around with him.

*Why did they have to invite those two cows to work with us?* she
thought to herself angrily. The project was only supposed to
require three members, and Wendy had felt well placed to succeed
working with Mike and Simon. Simon might not be that motivated,
but he was incredibly smart, and Mike was almost as diligent as Wendy
herself. Then Mike had bumped into Karen, and Simon had bumped into
Sarah, and here they were. Both Karen and Sarah had a reputation for
coasting on their partners coat tails, and Wendy was not looking forward
to dragging that coat along behind her. 

*And on top of that, they make me feel like a member of the itty-bitty
tiny committee.* Wendy thought to herself. She shouldn't let it get to
her. Normally she was perfectly happy with her pert 32B-cups. Next to
two of the bustiest girls in the grade, however, she felt inadequate. Sarah
might not have Karen's erotic magnetism, but she certainly had the blond
beat in the bust department. Her 40F cup breasts never seemed to be
quite contained by the tight tops she wore. Today she wore a white v-neck
t-shirt which exposed an inch or so of cleavage. The light green of her
bra was noticeable if you looked at her chest hard enough.

Wendy sat waiting for someone to start talking about the project, but
no-one did. Eventually she realized, that she would have to try to
get everyone's attention. She hated that. Wendy might be a great
student, but she was deathly afraid of public speaking, and had
trouble commanding the attention of even a relatively small group.

She stood up slowly and walked over to the board. She nervously capped and
uncapped one of the expo markers, waiting for the group to notice her.
Thirty seconds or so ticked by before Mike noticed her and started looking
past Karen at her. *I wish she was a little more assertive. Wendy is great,
but that girl is so shy. She totally clammed up as soon as Karen came in
the room.* He thought to himself.

Wendy realized that it wasn't so bad to talk to a group of just four people.
She cleared her throat, "Hey guys. We should hammer out this design." The
room quieted. She smiled easily. Had she always been so comfortable with
stuff like this?

"So we need to choose a backend language, a database, and maybe a frontend
framework. Do you guys think we will need a framework, or will messing about
with vanilla.js work?" Was that a joke about vanilla.js just there? It was
a programming joke, but any joke at all in front of a group of any size
was uncharacteristic of Wendy.

She was rewarded by Simon cracking a smile. "Vanilla.js is my favorite
framework."

Sarah was annoyed that Simon had stopped paying attention to her. She was
working with him in another class as well, and she wanted to make sure that
he was motivated to impress her. *I wish Simon wasn't so interested in
that stuff. I wish Wendy would just take care of it. He should be looking
at the girls so he stays on task for our security project.*

It seemed like Simon was about to start helping Wendy out when the spark
of interest in his eyes died. The vital intelligence which had just seemed
to emerge from him receded, and he went back to oogling Sarah. He was even
less discrete about looking at the busty brunet than he had been before.
Sarah seemed to preen under the attention. *Fuck. I wish he would pay
more attention to me than that stupid cow.* She thought. She immediately
bad about it. That sort of internalized sexism was not good for women in
tech.

Wendy was gratified when Simon did end up looking back at her a few
moments later. Of course, now he was just staring at her 32E-cups.
Unfortunately, that was a sensation that Wendy was all to familiar
with as one of the bustiest girls in the department. Despite her occasional
willingness to take control of a small group, Wendy was still a pretty shy
girl, and her conspicuous figure had caused her no small amount of 
embarrassment over the years. Her jutting bosom looked especially large
on her slim 5'5" frame, and she had spent much of high school trying to find
ways of minimizing her bust. It was only lately that she had started to get 
more comfortable in her own body.  She was honestly a little surprised that a 
confirmed tit-man like Simon would be looking at Sarah's little D-cups with both
herself and Karen in the room. For some reason Wendy wondered if she had
always been this big. She quickly dismissed the thought. She definitely
remembered blowing though bras like tissues in high school. "So what do
you guys think about a backend language?" She asked.

No one seemed to have anything to say. *I wish she was more assertive.* Mike
thought to himself. Wendy was smart, hardworking, and sexy, but she was so
unsure of herself in social situation.

"If there are no opinions, I guess we are using Ruby. I've been meaning to learn
Rails for a while now." Wendy said in a tone that expected to be obeyed. "And
because I assume no-one is going to have an opinion on databases or frameworks
either, we are going to use Postgres and React." She turned to the board
and began to sketch. A UI diagram began to take shape under her fingers.
"Now this is the sort of thing that I was thinking of for the landing page."
She said, "Anyone got any other ideas?"

Karen looked at the board, "That looks good to me." She said, smiling winningly.
*It's great that she's doing all the work. I wish she would just totally take
charge and do it all.*

Wendy smiled, "Ok, great!" As she spoke the light seemed to drain out of the
eyes of each of her team members a little. *Fuck. They are getting bored
already?* She thought to herself. "Then this is what I was thinking for
the rest of the site." She said, rapidly sketching her thoughts out. Was she
always this easily creative? She seemed to remember Simon having these flashes
of brilliance. But no, she realized, Simon was a rather mediocre student, and
it was typical of her to fully understand a problem or design very quickly.

The group watched mutely as Wendy outlined a wonderfully architected website
in a few short minutes. "So if there are no objections, lets get to work."
She said after she fully laid out her plan.

Wendy sat down quickly, causing her large breasts to bounce distractingly.
"Simon, you start figuring out the Facebook integration. Sarah you start
work on the landing page UI. Mike, start writing up stubs for our server
API. Karen, start work on the OAuth stuff. I'm going to work on the image
processing stuff." She said. Since when did she give orders? And since
when did people obey them?

Wendy's fingers flew over the keyboard in a blur. She did not remember
the last time she had been this productive. Half an hour later she
looked up. She had just finished what would normally be about 2 hours
work, and she was feeling pretty good. To her annoyance she saw that
Karen had her chair pushed back, and was holding court. The blond
beauty was talking in low tones to the two boys, both of whom
were staring at her with rapt attention. *God dammit! I wish she wasn't
so distracting, when people are working for me they should be focused on
me.* Wendy thought to herself. A second later she noticed that it was
strange that she was thinking of her partners as working *for* her. She
had always been a take-charge kind of girl, and it did kind of fit with
the way this meeting had been going.

"Mike, how have you been doing?" Wendy asked. Had there always been
a faint undercurrent of forbidden pleasure in her sultry voice?

Mike looked back at the Asian beauty across from him. "I-I've been having
some trouble." He turned his body away from Karen. Why had he been talking
with her again? It was a wonder he could keep his attention on such a plain
woman for so long with a sex goddess like Wendy in the room. Looking at
her breathtaking face he couldn't help but wonder what she would look like
in more provocative clothing. She always looked fashionable, but her clothes
were designed to downplay her voluptuous figure rather than show it off,
almost as if she was trying not to be to sexy. *I wish I could see what
Wendy looked like when she tried to be sexy.* He thought to himself.

"Anything I can help with?" Asked Wendy, arching an elegant eyebrow.

He gulped, "Ahh-no. I think I just need to focus."

"Ok. Well don't hesitate to ask if you run into trouble." She said.

They settled in to work for another hour, or rather Wendy worked while the
other four pushed code around in a desultory way. Wendy found herself to
be so productive that she quickly ran out of things to do. She stood up,
unfolding her long, sleek legs and standing confidently on her 5 inch spike 
boots. Had she always worn heels so casually? It was a strange thought.
Wendy had fallen in love with high heels early, reveling in the way they
focused the attention on her. Knee high spike boots like the ones she was
wearing now were some of her favorites. They drew the eye up from her
feet to her long legs and wide hips, focusing attention on her tight
charcoal gray mini-skirt. The skirt contrasted sharply with her low
cut u-neck cream blouse. Like most of her tops, the blouse exposed
the tops of her creamy 34GG-cup breasts. At 5 inches these heels were
high even for Wendy, and at just under 5'8" in her socks, Wendy was
scraping 6'1". The extra height of heels always made Wendy feel
powerful, and she felt even more so than usual in these boots.
She smiled inwardly at the way every pair of eyes in the room locked
on her elegant frame as she stood. Flipping her lustrous
black hair back over her shoulders she walked around the table. With
each footfall her breasts bounced sharply. One by one she
took a look at the work the others had been doing. She quickly realized
that not one of them had done anything productive. *I guess I'm going
to have to do it all. I wish I was ten times more productive.* She
thought.

After Wendy completed her circuit around the room, she sighed. How had
she been stuck with the four dumbest classmates? That was just the kind
of thing you had to deal with when you were so much better than everyone
else. It was only thanks to group projects like this one that these four
had ever passed a class. Shaking her head Wendy looked at each one of
her partners in turn.

Sarah might not be in Wendy's league, but she was still a very pretty
girl, and while she was flat compared with the sexy genius in front of
her, she was still plenty curvy. Considering how dumb she was, she was
a walking bimbo stereotype. *I wish only smart girls like me were
attractive. In fact, I wish girls got uglier the dumber they were.
She gives us hot girls a bad name.* Wendy thought derisively.

Next she turned her attention to Simon. The knuckle dragger was
staring at her 36JJ-cup bosom with rapt attention. On some women
her chest might have looked excessive, but on Wendy's 5'9" frame
it was perfection itself. When forced to choose between
looking at her ridiculously ripe body or the unsightly visages
of Karen or Sarah it was an easy choice. *Still, he's so
dumb he can't even hide his lust politely. I wish he wasn't such
a lecher. Of course that goes for Mike as well.* Wendy enjoyed dressing
to show off her body, but it did annoy her when men did not even try
to pretend not to look. Half the fun was watching them get embarrassed
when she caught them staring at her hypnotic tits. It was no fun if
they did not have any shame.

She moved her attention over to Mike. He was just sitting slack jawed,
seemingly totally uninterested in the world. Not only had she been
stuck with the dumbest partners, but the two boys in the group were
practically asexual. Mike did not seem to be interested in her tantalizing
cleavage, shapely legs, bubble butt, or her tastefully made up face.
Wendy loved being admired by the male student body, although she was more
worshiped than admired, but she had been stuck with the only
two straight guys in the class who couldn't be bothered. Even when she
used her considerable skill to make her every action sensual she could
not get them to take interest. Wendy knew she had an unusually high libido.
Most people would not be so annoyed by being denied the erotic undercurrent of
being the object of desire for a few hours. Some people had to go their
whole life without being the object of anyone's desire. Still,
the voluptuous Chinese-American sex bomb was not used to being
ignored. *He and Simon are so dumb and impotent that they are pretty
much nothing but a couple of strong arms. They probably would
need someone like me to tell them what to do directly. I wish I had
their strength. I could at least put it to good use.* She looked over
at Sarah and Karen, *Not that they are doing anything more productive
with their strength. Athletic ability is wasted on the unintelligent.
I wish I could just take it from them.*

She blinked and regarded Mike through her hypnotic eyes. He was so dumb
and useless and scrawny that she couldn't find anything of value. His thin
limbs looked especially twiggish when compared with Wendy's sleek feminine
muscles. Even though her firm arms and legs were not much thicker than the
average woman's, the smooth muscle under her skin was deceptively powerful.

She looked over at Karen. The ugly blond had an athletic, almost mannish
frame. Wendy looked at her for a moment before reaching out and pulling
the strength and flexibility right out of her. Wendy did not know exactly
how she could take the athletic ability from people, but it was an ability
that had made her the captain of her high school basketball and softball
teams. She was more focused on her studies now, but that did not stop
her from joining the men's basketball team for captains practices occasionally.
When she had first walked on the court they had been willing to let her play
only because of her tiny shorts and overstretched t-shirt, but then she
had drained 10 baskets in a row. It was harder now that they no longer
underestimated her, but she was still a very sought after teammate. The
women's team had been desperately trying to recruit her since she came
on campus, but Wendy had her priorities. There was no money in the WNBA.
Sometimes she regretted taking athletic ability from people, but no one
ever remembered being more coordinated and she told herself that they never
missed it. Besides, she tried to take from people who did not need it,
and Karen was definitely too dumb to need her athleticism. She drained
Sarah completely after she was done with Karen. *Ugly, awkward and dumb
is not much worse than ugly and dumb.* She thought to herself. Mike and
Simon were both incredibly weak, but she could tell that they were
actually fairly coordinated and dexterous. She casually fixed the imbalance.

Her gaze moved over to Karen and she realized that every one of her partners
was a waste of space. *They are wasting their lives. I could make such better
use of the limited time they have here on earth. I wish I could drain
people's life force the way I can drain athletic ability. I'm sure they
wouldn't mind.* She thought to herself.

"Uuummm. Wendy?" Karen spoke slowly, as if she was reading from a book of
foreign phrases.

"Yes?" Wendy managed to sound simultaneously like an angle and a succubus.

"I, I have thing for you." She said in her shrill voice "I. I not doing
it the right way, and you would do a gooder job with it." The
ugly girl said. Stringing the words together seemed hard for her.

Wendy smiled at the girl sadly. She no more knew why she could take the life
force from people than she knew why she could take their athletic ability.
Even stranger was the fact that people never seemed to mind when she did.
She had learned about the ability in High School, when an overweight
girl named Andrea found her and asked Wendy to take care of her life
for her. Somehow Andrea had known. Depressed people had found Wendy
a few times since then, and she sometimes tried to help them, but in
other cases she had to agree that their life was just not worth
living. She saw it as her duty to make good use of the life energy she took
from people. She did think she was doing a better job with her life
than almost anyone, so in a way she was giving those poor souls a final
opportunity to do something useful.

Karen slowly took Wendy's hand, and the dim light in her eyes faded steadily.
After a moment she collapsed on the ground, but instead of landing in a crumpled
heap, she just kept collapsing, turning into a diffuse red gas before
disappearing completely.

When Wendy looked up, her other three partners were all standing around her.
Silently, they reached out to touch her. Sarah's hand settled on her right
shoulder, and Mike's hand settled on her left. Simon reached out with a
cheeky smile and cupped her breasts. She thought about telling him off, but
he was doing the first worthwhile thing in his life. She wasn't going to
sully the moment. One after another, they fell back and dissipated.

Wendy ran her hands over her luscious curves. She always felt invigorated
after someone gave her their life force, but she had never accepted the
gift from four people at once. She had never felt this much vitality flowing
through her. She took out her phone and glanced at her reflection in the
shiny surface. It did not do her the full justice of a mirror, but she could
tell that she looked more beautiful than ever before. Her eyes shone with
life and energy, and her skin seemed to give of a palpable glow of health.
Her ruby lips and deep black eyes were hypnotic even in the dark glass.

Experience had taught her that no one would remember her four pathetic
partners. For some reason, whenever she drained the life force or athletic
ability from someone, it was as if they had never had it in the first
place. It certainly made things more convenient.

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"I think I'm speaking for all of us when I say, Wow!" Professor Wainwright said.
Wendy's presentation had run a little long, but then again she had so much more
to cover than anyone else. Where the rest of the class had only semi-working
demos to display, Wendy had a fully featured website with a robust stack that
she could demo. Her site had even started to make money, which was nice, 
considering the quality of cloths she had been buying lately. Sometimes she
seemed to remember a version of herself that did not care so much about such
things, but the memories never lasted for long. Beauty is power, and Wendy's
fashionable wardrobe accentuated her natural charms considerably.
Her wardrobe was definitely on the risqué side, but it did have enough 
variation to look professional when she wanted to. Today she had gone
that route, managing to look every bit the driven professional without
giving up one drop of her scorching sexuality.

"Thanks David." She said with a heart stopping smile.

"I have to say, I was a little worried when you said you wanted to do an
individual project, but I'm very impressed with the way you handled things."
He said.

Someone started clapping, and before long the whole room had burst into
applause. Wendy smiled graciously until the applause died down, "Thanks
guys! Everyone did a great job this semester." Her three inch heels clicked
authoritatively as she walked off stage. Each stride drew attention to the
smooth power of her legs in her tight pencil skirt, and each footfall drew
the gaze to the bounce of her massive chest.