The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“G’mornin’ Gregg.”

Gregg looked up from his desk where he was doing his best to re-immerse himself in finalizing his lesson plans. Classes resumed in less than two weeks and he’d been so preoccupied with saving the dig and satisfying other…urges…that the summer just flew by leaving him to finish his other ‘homework’ at the last minute just as he was sure many of his students would write their papers.

“Morning Chad. Man, you look about as tired as I do. Didn’t you get any sleep?” The memories of last night’s post-party activities with Heather still haunted him. ‘Did Heather really swear herself to me? Did I swear to her? And if so, what kind of slavery is it when she made me swear that SHE was MINE?’ It was all backwards and confusing, and just not something his brain could digest at the moment.

“Well, no, not really. I was up late with Charli”

Gregg’s eyebrows shot up.

“Now don’t go getting any ideas. We just talked and listened to music.”

“Just listened to music?”

Chad hesitated, but couldn’t stifle his grin. “Okay, okay…I kissed her goodnight too. She’s really quite amazing. And unlike you, she actually appreciates good music when she hears it.”

Gregg positively beamed with happiness. Since finishing work at the dig, Chad had become his closest friend, which was odd given that just months ago Chad was his student…and not even his best one. The more he thought about it, the more Gregg was seeing some of the ripples caused by the birth of his powers. Besides the obvious physical changes in himself: strength, endurance, a ridiculously high sex drive, and the near doubling in size of his then-average-sized penis; there were other effects in other people. For starters, Chad had become a more serious student. His book retention had increased astronomically. Gregg knew for a fact that at the dig, the poor guy couldn’t remember a historical date to save his life…now history was all he seemed to read. He was always the jokester, always the charmer, but now there was a certain seriousness, almost a ‘loyalty’ to him that couldn’t be explained by any over act of his power…or lust for Heather. He’d followed her around like a puppy dog at the dig (as did all ‘The Boys’), but since christening their special relationship, Chad acted in a lot of ways more like her brother than a some-time lover.

Gregg didn’t know Emily from before the accident, but since returning to him in the States, she was like a perpetual motion machine…and not just in the bedroom. Her energy was infectious. More than once when he was exhausted, just a touch from Emily would be enough to recharge him, so to speak.

And of course, Heather. She was always his best student, often translating his academic talk so The Boys could understand. In a lot of ways she really ran that site, at least the human-aspect of it. Like every other male on the planet, perhaps he fell in love with her at first sight, but it wasn’t until he was lying in the hospital bed with her by his side that she really captured his heart. But did she always accept multiple partners before meeting him? Or was that some aspect of the power? And what was with this emerging “slavery” issue? First Laura, then (maybe?) Heather. He honestly hoped that Heather didn’t, in fact, pledge to be his slave during their role-play last night. The dreams and the visions that had haunted him since earning his gift repeatedly hinted that that would not be a good thing…then again, NONE of the visions ever had much good to say.

“Gregg? You in there?”

Gregg looked up to see that Chad was still there. His musings had taken over his brain and once again he found himself lost in his head. “I’m sorry, I zoned out there for a minute…I didn’t get much sleep last night either. What’d you ask?”

“It’s not important. What’s that in your hand?”

Gregg looked down and realized that he was fingering the business card that Deuce Mackinaw had given him. He didn’t remember picking it up and quickly put it back inside his desk. “Oh just the business card of some guy that wants to sit in on the intro class from time to time. I couldn’t see the harm.” Gregg remembered only snippets from his conversation with the eccentric Englishman with the straggly black hair and overcoat. What stuck most in his mind was the man’s weird sense of humor. Like his name. Deuce X. Mackinaw…the man thought it was particularly funny, and yet Gregg was at a loss as to why. Still, something told Gregg that figuring out that particular joke just may be important someday.

“Gregg!!”

“Sorry, I did it again.” Gregg rubbed his eyes vigorously in an attempt to focus. “Look, apparently I’m just not much of a conversationalist today. I’m sorry. But hey, I’m glad you and Charli are hitting it off. She’s a great girl and could use a friend like you.”

“Yeah, she is a great girl. She’s been pretty tight-lipped about her past, but from what I can gather, she’d have to be pretty amazing to have grown up as she did and not be totally damaged in some way…”

Chad was about to go on about Charli’s qualities, but the presence of someone in the door derailed his train of thought. It wasn’t everyday that an Omega Xi came knocking. Chad looked from the beautiful blonde in the doorway to Gregg and back again. Likewise, Laura was looking at Chad, but her eyes seemed to be pleading for his discretion.

“I’d introduce you two, but…do you know each other?”

Chad answered “yes” at the same time Laura answered, “no.”

Chad’s smile barely hid his contempt. “Well, I believe we met in passing…At a party. To be fair, I’m guessing a lot of people know you…or of you…especially those of us who, at least for one night, were considered ‘Very Important People.’”

Laura gulped at the reference, but didn’t reply. It was Gregg who responded. “Yeah, okay…whatever that means.” Both Laura and Chad turned to Gregg wearing the same expression of disbelief that he’d never heard the reference. With a less tired mind he could have probed either of them to get the answer, but as exhausted as he was, he opted not to try. “I’m sure one of you will explain later. For now, Chad, here are some extra copies of the apartment key to hand out. Heather should be awake by now, if not already gone to work. I’ll leave it to you to get things set up.”

Chad put the pile of folders he was carrying down on the table and took the keys. “I thought I’d do some filing here before heading over.”

“No, that’s okay. Leave those, and take the other boxes over to the apartment. You might as well get started on that. Laura here has generously volunteered to pick up some of the slack with your time divided so.”

Chad’s look of amazement was almost identical to Laura’s. Of all the things she imagined…hoped…Dr. Walters would have her do…filing was not one of them…

Chad’s face broke into a huge grin. “Okay Gregg, if you say so. I’m sure you could teach…Laura?…Sorry, I didn’t get your name the last time we met…Anyway, I’m sure you could teach Laura what should be put where…” The double entendres made Laura blush, which surprised Chad. Knowing what he knew about the Omega Xis, he didn’t think they were capable of blushing.

Picking up the boxes in the corner, Chad bid farewell to Gregg with an amused shake of his head.

Gregg watched his friend leave. Laura stood stock still watching him, waiting for a command. She’d arrived wearing shorts, an Omega Xi t-shirt and tennis shoes. Over her shoulder was a gym bag.

Gregg pointed to the door and Laura immediately kicked out the door stop, letting the heavy oak slam shut, sealing them in his nearly sound proof, windowless, concrete-walled office. “Did you bring it?”

Laura gulped and opened her bag. She pulled out something wrapped in a towel and handed it to Gregg. Gregg unwrapped it and revealed the nearly meter-long pledge paddle. It was made of a heavy dark wood, carefully lacquered with a list of signatures running down its length. “Who are these all people?”

“After our term as a pledge, we become ‘neophytes.’ One of the required tasks to become a full-member is to get the signatures of all the active members. Many of them only sign when you’ve ‘proven’ to them you’re worthy. We also need two XO alums, two members of the faculty, and one administrator.”

Gregg looked down the list of names. He didn’t recognize any of the names except for the one at the bottom…the college’s President. At one time, Laura was especially proud of that particular accomplishment…but right now she just felt dirty under Gregg’s studious gaze.

“Hmm…I’ll have to reevaluate my assumption that you were lazy…” The barbed comment stung, but no more than she felt she deserved. “Okay, come with me.” Gregg stood and began pulling the files that Chad left into his arms.

“Where are we going?” Laura blushed and clamped her mouth shut tightly. It wasn’t her place to ask.

Gregg was either too tired to fully embrace the role, or just didn’t care. “Down to the archives. You’ll love it. It’s dark, dusty, and may even have mice. It’s kind of an academic dungeon.” Laura paled.

The question she desperately wanted to ask was being held back only by the most determined of efforts. Gregg walked around her and opened the office door. “I meant what I told Chad. You’re going to do some filing…but just in case you need some motivation…bring your paddle.”

Laura didn’t know if she should smile or cry. Carefully wrapping the paddle as if it were some precious artifact, she placed it back into her bag. The paddles were never supposed to leave the house, and she’d be punished severely if any of her ‘sisters’ saw that it was not hanging above her bed.

Closing the door behind her and following Gregg down the staircase, more than anything she hoped he was kidding about the mice…

Chad hopped out of his car and trotted up the walkway toward Gregg’s apartment. Already outside waiting for him, or for anyone with a key at least, was Charli. Watching him approach, Charli still couldn’t believe that last night actually happened. And now with his arms filled with the two heavy file boxes, his muscles bulging, Charli couldn’t help but remember the dreams that filled her head when she finally fell asleep after getting kissed goodnight. Chad’s good looks and well-built physique were the epitome of everything she had taught herself to hate as being “cookie-cutter” and “90210.” He was supposed to be out of her league, and yet, her body quivered with the memory of his sharp metal-music mind, his witty banter, and his gentle, loving kiss.

“Charli?”

Charli snapped out of her reverie to find Chad standing just before her with the apartment keys dangling off one of his fingers, waiting for her to take them and open the door. She blushed embarrassedly, having been caught staring at him. Charli let him in and followed him up the stairs, his tight jeans threatening to once again derail her thoughts. Once outside Gregg’s apartment door, she put the key in the door, but before she could turn it…

“Charli?”

She looked up at Chad, fingers instinctively moving her hair back behind her ears. “Yeah?”

Chad smiled and leaned down, pressing his lips against hers. Charli couldn’t resist and laid one hand on his bulging bicep – the part of her said looks were trivial being shoved into a quiet corner of her mind. The kiss was only broken when the heavy box began to slip. “I think we better get this inside before we have a mess to clean up!”

They slipped inside and neither was prepared for what they saw. Standing in the middle of the room, completely naked except for the towel around her head, Heather was facing away from them, headphones in her ears, singing along with some pop tune that neither of them recognized. Heather’s slow pelvic grinding was an incredibly sexy sight, but any sexy thoughts were dashed by her complete lack of singing ability. (Honestly, could you enjoy a porno movie while listening to a cat getting strangled?) Charli was frozen, as much in embarrassment as a newly discovered lust. Chad came to everyone’s rescue by clearing his throat loudly. Heather gasped, turned, and screamed before realizing who was there. In a flash, the towel at her head was yanked down to barely cover her torso. Heather’s face turned a few shades redder than her hair and she ran back into the bedroom, her naked ass giving one final flash.

Chad was wearing one huge grin. Charli, feeling a sense of duty as a woman frowned and slugged him in the arm.

“What was that for?” he asked, finally putting down the boxes.

“For not averting your eyes, that’s what for.”

“Well, it’s nothing I – ” He almost said it was nothing he hadn’t seen before, but stopped short, not sure their new relationship was ready for that level of honesty.

“Nothing you what?”

Chad was saved from having to make an admission by Heather’s return, this time with a full-sized bath towel around her body. “Nothing that any red-blooded male wouldn’t want to look at!” Charli could tell that something was being covered up, and not just Heather’s amazing chest. But before she could protest, Heather started giving orders. “Chad, do you have anything left in your car you need to bring? Okay, why don’t you do that.” When Chad exited, still grinning from ear to ear, Heather turned her attention to Charli. “Sorry about that…you’re both early. You…well, nobody…was supposed to see that. Anyway, don’t be too hard on Chad. Remember, he’s a good guy…one of the best. He just has a handicap.”

Charli looked worried, unable to figure out what could possibly be wrong with him.

Heather couldn’t maintain her serious façade any longer. “It’s true, he has a handicap…he has a penis!”

By the time Chad came back upstairs, both girls were still in tears, laughing, both refusing to say what was so funny.

Unfortunately for Chad and Charli, it was all business after that. Charli set up her laptop on a table in the corner and Chad began unpacking files. Heather put on a pair of jeans and an ESU branded t-shirt that would have looked plain on anybody else, and then left for her other job. It was beginning to get on Chad’s nerves that every time he caught Charli looking at him, she’d start breaking down into another giggle fit. Still, he couldn’t help but smile at seeing her laugh.

Jim was the next to arrive and once again Chad was tagged for physical labor. Up the stairs came surplus monitors, printers, a small copier, and a fax machine. Just as things started to get set up, Rivkah arrived with bags of food. “I may not have a lot to contribute to this party, but at least I could make sure you’re all well fed!” Chad considered making a Jewish grandmother joke in E’dan’s absence, but considering how hard she punched, he thought better of it.

By the time everything was unpacked, Chad had to leave for lacrosse practice. It’d be a grueling workout, especially considering how tired he was from lugging everything up the stairs. He was going to get pushed especially hard since the season opener was this weekend.

A few hours later, Chad was jogging through campus on his way back to the apartment. He’d showered at the frat house after practice where he left his car. Running up to Gregg’s office, he was a little surprised to find the door open, Gregg at his computer, and Laura armed with a highlighter and a label maker at the small table in the corner. Her hair was pulled back and folded in on itself to make a half-sized pony tail and she held a pencil tightly between her teeth.

“You actually were serious about having her do filing!?” Both Laura and Gregg looked up. “I thought that…well…never mind.”

Gregg swung in his chair to face Chad, his smile not doing much to hide his chagrin. “Turns out that our Laura here is not very good with paperwork…even with the proper encouragement…” Chad followed Gregg’s quick glance to the corner of the room. Chad spied the pledge paddle and then noticed how Laura wasn’t sitting comfortably in her chair. Laura turned beet red knowing Chad had figured it out. It was one thing to be humiliated by Gregg…it was another for him to bring his assistant into it…still, if that’s what he wanted. Strangely, it seemed to excite her.

“So, rather than have her make a bigger mess of our files, she’s going through our receipts and categorizing our expenses. The business office has been on my case to process those anyway. I figured that if there was one thing she understood, it’s money.”

“Okay Gregg. I won’t keep you two from…your work.” Chad’s respect and admiration for Gregg was boosted by his seemingly effortless taming of an Omega Xi. It was one thing to get one to talk to you…it was another to get one to sleep with you…it was quite another to get one to do menial labor for you. As far as he knew, there were no known documented cases of that last one.

“Anything you need brought over while I’m on my way?”

“No, I think there was enough in those boxes to give you guys a good start.”

Giving Laura one more knowing look, Chad headed out whistling a nameless, but happy tune. When he was out of ear shot, Gregg turned to his new assistant. “Why don’t you go also. You’ve done enough for one day. Laura wanted to argue that she could stay, but having been given her command, she sadly began packing up her things. When she reached for the paddle, Gregg intercepted her. “I’ll just keep that here for now.”

Laura smiled weekly, excitement and fear battling for control of her consciousness. “Same time tomorrow?”

Gregg nodded and Laura beamed, practically skipping out the door.

For the remainder of the day, everyone seemed to be pretty well self-motivated. Gregg returned to the apartment after reviewing his lesson plans for the first few weeks of class. At “Headquarters”, what everyone had affectionately dubbed his apartment, things were buzzing. Heather was making copies of documents to bring to Professor Whyte tomorrow, including samples of correspondence so she’d know how to phrase her legal-ese, and copies of some sketch blueprints. It turned out that her husband worked as an architect and could hopefully lend some ideas on how to incorporate the dig into the existing building plans without having to demand major structural changes.

Chad and Charli were working side-by-side: Chad scanning pictures and Charli making the first 3-D renderings of the site. Thankfully Gregg and his team were meticulous in their measurements. The two metal-heads were connected to each other via earphones and periodically they’d break into simultaneous air-guitar or air-drum solos.

On the couch, Emily was listening intently to her own mp3 player. When she offered an earbud to Gregg, all he heard were wet raspy noises. “What kind of music is that?!?”

She did her best not to look disappointed, but when she replied, “They’re recordings of different lung sounds one would hear through a stethoscope. Charli let me use her computer to transfer it from the disk to this…much more convenient.”

“Why on earth…?”

“It’s part of their nursing program. Rather than waiting for someone with a disease to come in so we can all take turns and listen, now we can practice identifying them. Besides, given how much text books, lab supplies, dissection kit, and this cost…I better do well in school.” It went unsaid that there were undoubtedly faculty who were waiting for her to fail, given the questionable circumstances of her last-minute admittance. Anything less than an ‘A’ would be viewed as suspect…and then even the ‘A’s’ would probably raise some questions. It was only then that Gregg realized that Emily was dressed in deep purple surgical scrubs. It wasn’t quite the traditional nursing outfit he’d come to know in Tunisia, but still, seeing her dressed like a nurse again instigated a quasi-Nightingale effect and began some familiar stirrings.

Exiting to the bathroom before he embarrassed himself, Gregg left everyone to their work. Heather joined him in the bedroom after he finished, molding herself to him and giving him a big kiss. It was as if she hadn’t seen him for days. “Missed you.”

“So, how have the kids been behaving?”

Heather giggled at Gregg’s joke. “You would have loved it. Emily comes running in with her arms full of stuff she bought at Loyola and jumps into Chad’s arms causing him to drop a pile of papers. Then she nails him with a huge kiss. Chad looked like he’d just been molested…especially with Charli watching the whole thing. I’m glad I was there! I called Em into the kitchen and explained things to her…about Chad and Charli. She was mortified! What was it she said? Oh yeah, ‘First Gregg, then E’dan, now Chad! Are all the good ones taken?’”

“Oh, so you know about Chad and Charli?”

Heather couldn’t have looked at Gregg with anymore pity. She patted his cheek affectionately, but her eyes said, ‘you’re cute, but you’re slow.’ “Anyway, we went back into the living room and Charli was clearly frosty, so I pulled her in here and soothed her, explaining that they’re just good friends and happen to be close…I don’t think she’s buying it. Say what you will about her…but she’s got some of her ‘cop’ father in her. She’d make a great detective. So anyway, I invited the two of them over this Friday for a girl’s night. Hopefully Charli will see that she can trust us. You and Chad are on your own.”

“What about E’dan?”

“You mean ‘what about Rivkah?’, you devil.” Heather’s sly smile gave no indication of jealousy or anger. “They’re both going to be up at their ‘farm.’ Besides doing whatever research E’dan does with those cows, apparently they’re planning to spend some quality time with E’dan’s research assistant. I guess Rivkah wants to do some field work of her own with the gal. I don’t know if that poor girl realizes what she signed up for by lusting after E’dan. Still, I can’t wait to tell her she missed an opportunity to have all three of her favorite guys all to herself.” Heather’s report was getting her excited and it took an effort of will to push herself back from Gregg and get back to work. It didn’t help that Gregg was kissing her neck and fondling her ass at the time.

Pushing his own desires to the back burner, Gregg rolled up his sleeves and joined in the fray. It was only day one, but so far the people he was counting on to get him through the last remaining days of summer weren’t letting him down.

The next three days went by in a blur as everyone settled into their tasks-at-hand. Gregg and Heather were typically both gone in the mornings – Gregg to his office to try to get the last of his lesson planning done before school started and Heather to the Admissions Office. Laura was always at Gregg’s office door waiting for him, but to her dismay, the rest of the week involved only paperwork…not even a spanking just for fun. So intent was Gregg on his own work, that it was as if he barely noticed her…and for the most part, that was the truth. For an Omega Xi, not being noticed was almost as bad a punishment as one could give!

Headquarters was abuzz with activity. Despite the amazing food that E’dan and Rivkah provided, most everybody worked through their meals. And despite the grueling work, Gregg often had to force people to leave at 9pm. He couldn’t be prouder, but neither did he want to monopolize everyone’s time. On Thursday Emily started school, but she gave Gregg her email account password so he’d have instant access to whatever tidbits her father would send. Luckily for Gregg, the man felt so guilty for neglecting his daughter while she was within him in Tunisia that he worked extra hard to help her friends. It was only when she asked to return to the States that he realized he’d practically ignored her during her visit.

Friday night, Emily swung by Headquarters to pick up Charli for their “Girls’ night.” Emily couldn’t resist teasing by announcing, “Oh yeah, we’ll do each other’s nails, and try on sexy lingerie, and then have a big naked pillow fight!” While Gregg’s, Jim’s, and Chad’s eyebrows all rose in interest, Charli just groaned in horror. The look of relief on her face was priceless when Emily said she was kidding, and all the men’s eyebrows fell in disappointment. But Charli was able to get her revenge: When Emily pulled out two DVDs to choose from for the night, “Pretty in Pink” and “Texas Chainsaw Masacre”, Charli picked her favorite.

“Now you boys be good while we’re away!”

Charli did manage to break free from Emily’s grasp long enough to give Chad a kiss goodbye and slip him a package. “That’s your homework for tonight. Make sure the Professor watches it!” Jim bid everyone a good weekend and exited with the girls.

With a slam of the doors, the office was suddenly eerily quiet. Chad turned one of the monitors around to face the couch while Gregg turned on the oven to heat up some frozen pizza. “What’s our homework?”

Chad unwrapped the package. “Ha! She told me about this. I guess she’s decided it’s time for you to earn your Chicago Citizenship!” Gregg poked his head out from the kitchen to see what his friend was talking about and Chad held up a DVD of “The Blues Brothers.”

Gregg laughed and came out to look at the DVD case. He looked up at his friend and in all seriousness asked, “You really like her, don’t you?”

“Yeah EP. I do.” Chad’s term of affection (“El Professor”) still warmed his heart. It was what everyone at the dig called him. But, it was with a bit of sadness that Gregg realized that the entire summer had gone by and he hadn’t gotten a word from David, Brian or Adam. He wondered what those guys were up to! “There’s far more to her than meets the eye.”

“I know, Chad. I know.”

“I just hope Heather and Emily don’t try to do anything too…pink…to her.”

Both men started laughing at the image of Charli wearing pink. Chad opened the fridge and sighed. “What kind of office is this? No beer!” It didn’t even occur to him that Chad only turned twenty this summer and was a student no less. Gregg just didn’t see him as such. Chad was his friend – his student, then his assistant, but his friend first.

Gregg was about to offer to head down the block to pick up some, when he had a better idea. “Chad, where’s the phone?” Chad tossed it over, a questioning look on his face. Gregg opted not to answer, preferring to remain mysterious, only giving his friend a sly wink.

Gregg’s little plan was making him feel positively villainous. All he needed was a top hat, a cane, and a handlebar mustache and he’d look the part. The phone rang four times before someone on the other side answered. “It’s me…”

Laura was doing her best to enjoy the atmosphere of the exclusive restaurant’s décor. It was a credit to her “training” from Omega Xi that her date didn’t pick up on attitude. ‘Why would he? He’s only sixteen after all.’

Earlier that week, one of her regular clients called and set up this dinner for his son who’d just turned sixteen. He paid generously and knew that Laura was the perfect choice to usher him into manhood. Once the idea of two income streams coming from a single client was appealing, but right now it was all she could do to keep her food down.

The boy across from her knew what was in store for him and barely was able to keep his manners in check. Part of the evening’s lesson, per his father’s orders however, was to behave like a gentleman. The guy actually held some affection for Laura, and made it clear that if she was upset by his behavior, there’d be hell to pay. He had no intention of ruining his ‘partnership’ with the sexy coed because his son behaved like an ass.

Still, the kid’s not-so-subtle efforts to increase the speed of the meal to a quicker pace were not working. He’d polished off his steak in minutes, but Laura was enjoying the torture of taking her time. It was petty, but it was her own little bit of revenge. So, while she sliced miniscule bits off her scallops and made a tantalizing show of enjoying them in her mouth, Junior over there was helpless to do anything but watch. That said, he was certainly enjoying the view. Laura was wearing a light silver dress held up with spaghetti straps. It clung to all the right places and was cut very high on the hip.

Just as Laura was putting another sliver of food into her mouth, her cell phone started vibrating against her leg. It was held against her thigh with a garter. She hiked up her dress to see who it was, Junior being none the wiser. Normally she wouldn’t answer it, but the caller ID flashed the one number for which she’d break all her rules.

Answering the phone, Junior’s face turned to a pout. Rather than having him give a bad report to daddy, she slipped off her shoe and extended her long leg so her foot pressed gently against his crotch, moving up and down. Immediately his pout disappeared and something began pressing back against her foot. ‘That’ll keep him quiet.’ “…Is there anything else you want?” she said hopefully into the receiver. “…oh…are you sure?…No, no problem…Yes Mas—” She looked at the stunned boy across from her who was thoroughly enjoying his foot-job. “I mean, yes sir. Right away.”

Pulling her foot back from his crotch, she hung up the phone and re-strapped it to her leg. “Are you ready to go?” There was no need to flag down a waiter, since the restaurant already made arrangements with the boy’s father to cover the tab plus tip. Laura started heading for the door, leaving the boy to catch up. A wake of snickers followed as Junior and his hard-on trotted away. It could have been embarrassing, but he kept his eyes on the prize: that beautiful ass sashaying quickly toward the exit.

“I need to make a stop first. Here,” she tossed him her SUV’s keys when the valet pulled up. “You drive.”

Junior didn’t care how strange she was behaving. One minute ice, the next minute fire. All that mattered was that just hours after getting his license he got to drive…oh, and that he was about to laid!

Twenty minutes later, Gregg stood from his chair and headed down to the lobby of his apartment building. Chad didn’t see or hear any clue that prompted Gregg to get up, but a minute later a Black SUV pulled up to the curb. From behind the glass entryway, Gregg stretched out his consciousness and took stock of the situation. Smiling to himself, he went into the mop closet and grabbed a rag which he draped over the banister. ‘That will come in handy later…’ he thought amusedly to himself.

The car door opened and a very sexy Laura exited with a 12-pack of the ordered beer in her hand. It was an odd sight seeing a very elegant, sexy woman in a sleek silver dress and silver earrings delivering beer.

Gregg opened the door for her and let her in. He took the beer and put it down on the ground behind him. If Laura was upset by being used as an errand girl, she gave no sign. “Junior’s a little young for you, isn’t he?”

Laura blushed, casting her eyes down. She didn’t even think to question how he knew not only Junior’s name, but his age…none of which was discernable from the distance and the rolled-up tinted windows. Not giving her much of a chance to dwell in self-pity, Gregg pulled her close. He held his finger to her lips and she immediately sucked it in, not caring that Junior was waiting not even fifty feet away. Gregg’s hands freely roamed her body, pressing against her small breasts, bending her nipples against her skin. She moaned around his finger, grinding her pussy against his leg.

“Suck me.”

Immediately she dropped to her knees, hiking her skirt up over her smooth tight ass. Junior was in for a treat – Laura wasn’t wearing any underwear under her skimpy outfit. Positioned in profile behind the glass doors, Gregg knew that Junior could see everything, especially now that the passenger-side window had rolled down. Knowing that Laura obeyed his every command without question, despite her ‘client’ watching everything filled him with excitement and power.

Laura unzipped his fly and fished out his quickly hardening cock. She attacked it with gusto, licking it up and down, sucking it as deeply as she could. Her wet sucking noises echoed in the glass and concrete hallway, but she didn’t care. A team of wild horses couldn’t extract his cock from her mouth…but a single word from him would.

“Play with yourself,” Gregg commanded breathlessly. He used no mental tricks to sustain his excitement. Chad was waiting upstairs, and they had a movie to watch…and beer to drink. Laura squealed in excitement having been given permission to get herself off. She was making quick work of his hard on, using all her skill to bring him off quickly, and if she was lucky she’d cum at the same time her master rewarded her with his seed.

“That’s it. Oh god, you suck good.” Gregg’s words of praise were a better aphrodisiac than she could have imagined. Gripping the sides of her head, he started fucking his massive cock in and out of her mouth, being at least careful not to choke her. Laura’s cheeks hallowed with each thrust and her tongue went into overdrive around his cock’s crown. Moments later, she earned her reward.

“Ahhh, shit!” As Gregg’s cock started spewing cum into her mouth, Laura’s fingers became a blur between her legs and squealed around his cock in orgasm. In spite of her body’s jerking and twitching, her mind was focused entirely on Gregg’s cock and her throat worked to swallow his entire load without missing a drop.

Sadly, there soon was no more spunk left and reluctantly, Laura released Gregg’s cock from her mouth, giving it a few final sucks and kisses farewell. Gently she tucked him back into his pants, only standing when she was given the command.

Still standing there with her skirt hiked around her waist, she awaited her next command. Gregg smiled and pulled her skirt down. He pulled her sodden hand up to his mouth and gingerly licked her fingers clean. That act of eroticism was almost enough to set off another round of spasms between her legs.

He pulled the rag off the banister and handed it to her. She wiped her hands and held it out to him in return, but he told her to keep it. Looking out the window he smiled, “You’re going to need it.” She looked at him questioningly, but didn’t say anything.

Realizing that her job was done, she fought down her disappointment, taking heart that she got something, and that something was better than nothing. She turned the door handle to head out when Gregg grabbed her arm. Pressing himself against her back, he used his free hand to once again roam over her body. She was practically pressed against the glass and she could see that Junior was watching the show. Gregg’s hand traced over the front of her dress and even slipped inside to pinch and squeeze her breasts. Laura’s knees became weak at his less-than-delicate exploration.

Pressing his lips to his ears, he whispered, “Be back here at midnight.” And as suddenly as his fondling started, it ended. He held open the door and watched her walk away on wobbly legs back to the car. She couldn’t figure out how he had known, but sure enough, she did in fact need that rag. Apparently Junior got so excited watching the show that he pulled out his little pecker and sprayed a considerable load of jism all over her steering wheel and dashboard.

As Gregg climbed the stairs back to his apartment, beer in hand, he chuckled as heard the SUV’s horn sound as Laura cleaned up the mess.

For several seconds, Heather watched the salsa on her tortilla chip. Small white, red, and green chunks swimming in a thick red sauce oozed slowly toward the chip edge only to splatter wetly back into the dip bowl. Dropping the uneaten chip onto her napkin, she looked dismally at Charli who was sitting between her and Emily on the couch. “I don’t think I’ll ever eat again.”

“I don’t know what was worse,” Emily groaned, turning to Charli. “The movie or your reciting every line…”

Charli laughed. “Hey, it could have been worse…We could have watched Pretty in Pink!...the REAL horror movie!” For her quick wit, Charli was rewarded with multiple strikes from couch pillows from either direction.

Honestly, Charli couldn’t remember when last she had such a good time. Girls as high on the beauty-scale as Heather and Emily never hung out with Charli in high school. She was touched that they indulged her by watching one of her favorite movies. The part she was still trying to get her head around, however, was why she got goosebumps whenever one or the either (or both!) would grab her arm in fright.

“Okay, okay! I submit…” The three girls collapsed against one another in exhaustion from giggle-overload.

“Okay Charli,” Heather announced. “Time to ante up. We watched your movie…now it’s our turn. MAKE-OVER!” A horror ran through the pale-skinned black-haired near-goth that rivaled anything her new friends experienced witnessing Leatherface’s gruesome artistry. “We’ll clean up here. Go take a shower, use all the products I laid out for you, in the order I laid them out on the counter. Shampoo twice, mind you. When you’re done, there’s a terry cloth robe for you.”

Charli wanted to protest, or even make up a story about needing to work on a project…but classes were over for the summer, and they were all on the same project together. So, dejectedly, Charli marched into the bathroom and shut the door.

“Geez, you’d think we just sentenced her to death…” Emily said, ejecting the DVD. “Ironic though, since she always dresses like she’s on her way to a funeral.” That last comment earned her a pillow in the face from Heather.

A half-hour later, Charli emerged from the bathroom, swaddled in the robe. To her dismay someone had snuck in and removed her all-black clothing. Given a choice of wearing the robe or nothing, she chose the robe. To her surprise, the girls had been busy while she scrubbed herself cleaner than she could ever remember being. A full-length mirror covered by a blanket was set up in the living room and a kitchen chair set in the middle of the floor. There were a host of devious-looking implements set out on the couch, what looked to be a fishing tackle box, and several bags filled with who-knows-what. Worst of all, some quasi-middle-eastern easy-listening relaxation music was coming from the stereo.

For the next hour, Charli was subjected to her own vision of hell. She was plucked, waxed, tweezed, powdered, dried, brushed, and moisturized. Heather kept her wine glass full, keeping her just on the happy side of tipsy without going full-blown drunk. Emily made repeated comments about Charli being a ‘cheap date’ to which Charli responded that she never really drank. Everyone at the club thought of her as their daughter and they never let her be exposed to the ‘sex, drugs, and alcohol’ that was bread and butter in the rock world.

The next level of torture involved Emily painting her nails and Heather opening her tackle box full of makeup to paint her face. It was during this time that Charli managed to surprise everyone. With Emily painting her toes and Heather applying her lipstick, Charli asked out of the blue, “So who’s a better kisser – Gregg or Chad?”

Before their internal censors kicked in, both girls simultaneously said, “Gregg.” All movement stopped, Heather and Emily scarcely daring even to breathe. The secret they both thought to keep was out in the open.

“That’s what I thought,” Charli finally said. For a change, it was Heather’s turn to look sheepish. Considering Charli was within her rights to be livid, her voice was surprisingly calm. “I’m a virgin, you know…not an idiot. You’ve both gone out of your way to welcome me into your group of friends, and I appreciate that. I don’t doubt your sincerity for one minute. But I’m not as innocent as you might think. There’s only so much sheltering people can do in this day in age.”

“You’re right, Charli,” Heather said softly. “We didn’t give you enough credit. But try to understand it from our side. There are not a lot of people out there who’d understand our situation. I sometimes think WE don’t even fully understand it. I love Gregg…with all my heart. I’m also very fond of Chad, and I didn’t want to see either of you getting hurt. If you want to walk out that door right now, I’ll understand…but I – we – hope you don’t.”

This time it was Charli’s turn to play the soother, not a position she was very familiar with. “If I was going to run, I’d have done it before you made me smell like a flower shop.” Everyone grinned as much in relief as in response to her joke. “No, I’m not going anywhere. I have my own weird background, as do you so it seems. Maybe on some level we’re not all that different…except that you two have terrible taste in music!”

Emily couldn’t fight back her relief and got up from the floor to embrace Charli, and Heather went a step further, giving her a hug and a chaste kiss on the lips. “Besides, I haven’t kissed Gregg…yet…but speaking from experience, on Monday night Chad gave me a kiss that I STILL don’t think I’ve recovered from!”

Charli’s comment drew a chorus of whistles and cheers, and everyone toasted to the men in their lives. In the back of her head, Heather filed away that little “yet” comment for later consideration. As she re-wet her lipstick brush, Charli sighed sadly – it meant that their conversation had to end…which meant that it was time for the girls to resume their primping, a.k.a. torture!

Once the makeup was done, Heather carefully slipped a sleeping mask over Charli’s eyes and stood her up. When she asked why, Heather responded that she didn’t want her to see the clothing she’d found until everything was in place. “Okay…but no pink!” Charli demanded, knowing that if they decided to dress her in a bunny suit, she was powerless to stop them.

Charli was positioned, moved, bent, wrapped, and stuffed into various garments. In the end she felt like a sausage, squeezed tightly on all sides. It was a little unnerving being naked in front of them, but at least she couldn’t see their reactions. Being stripped naked, she tried not to dwell on how beautiful Heather and Emily were, especially compared to her. She tried her best to imagine she was at a doctor’s office, and this was all clinical. It didn’t help that all in all, they were both very gentle.

“Okay Charli. I’m going to remove your mask. I need you to look straight ahead. Fight every urge you have to look down.” Once she nodded, the mask was lifted. Heather used her fingers to tease out her hair a little from where the mask’s strap held it to her head. Directly in front of her was the blanket-covered mirror flanked by both Emily and Heather. The room was dimly lit and Heather looked very proud, Emily reigning in barely-contained excitement. In her peripheral vision, she saw several candles providing the room’s only light. With a flourish, Heather removed the blanket, and Charli stared in amazement at the figure staring in amazement back at her.

Her normally oily long black hair was now satin smooth and glossy, half hanging down her back, half over one shoulder. In the past it usually covered at least half her face to hide her from the world, but now it partially covered her right eye and the effect was not one of hiding, but of sultry seductiveness. Heather had chosen dark eye shadow and a dark red lipstick and gloss. Charli never knew her lips were so full, or that her cheeks were so pronounced. Eyes that used to shine with fear now burned with a smoky lust.

If she barely recognized the face in the mirror, then the body was completely foreign. Gone were her super-baggy (often men’s sizes) jeans and t-shirt. The woman – definitely a woman, not a girl – in the mirror wore a deep maroon strapless silk evening gown that clung to every delicious curve. Heather stepped behind Charli and pushed on her lower back while pulling on her shoulder. “Stand straight. Show off what you got. They’re an asset, not a curse.” And what she ‘got’ were beautiful. The dress clung low on her breasts, which seemed larger than she remembered. Her pale skin was in stark contrast to the deep hue of the gown. Her imagination must have been playing trick on her, because as she stood straight and thrust out her chest, she was sure she caught the briefest of jealous pouts on Emily’s face. Trailing her eyes lower over the mirror’s image, she had to blink in disbelief that it was her stomach. She always thought of herself as fat, but in this gown, there were none that would make that argument. She pressed her hands against her stomach, to make sure it wasn’t some trick. But with Heather’s gentle reminder for posture, there was no denying that it was, in fact, herself staring back at her.

The dress was slit in the front up to mid-thigh, and went almost to the floor behind her. The mirror image had legs that seemed too long to be hers. When she tried to step forward she almost fell, her feet not accustomed to wearing heels. As much as she tried to deny that she was looking at herself, all the years of self-deprecation were being given their strongest argument to the contrary.

“I’m…I…”

Still standing behind her, looking over her shoulder at her image, Heather provided the words Charli couldn’t bring herself to say. “You’re beautiful. You’re absolutely stunning Charli.”

A tear rolled down Charli’s cheek. Emily’s hand’s covered her own nose and mouth, failing miserably at containing her own tears. “It has to be an illusion…a trick.”

“No Charli. Underneath all that black and behind that screen of hair, was this. We actually did very little. Makeup can only accentuate what’s already there. The dress is something I borrowed from a friend of mine in the theater. It only looks as good as it does because it’s draped around your beautiful body. One you’ve been hiding from everybody…from yourself. ”

Charli had no words. It was still too unreal. “Charli, I want you to really look at yourself. This is no trick. This is you. Anytime you start not feeling beautiful…I want you to remember what you see right here, right now. You ARE beautiful, and no baggy shirts or horror-movie fascination can change that. It’s something that Gregg knows. It’s something that Chad knows. It’s something that Emily and I know. And hopefully, now you know it too.”

The tears started falling freely from Charli’s eyes. She really was beautiful. The ugly image of herself was being seared away from her subconscious, to be replaced by this movie-star vision. Emily kissed her again on the cheek. Charli turned to Heather and mouthed ‘Thank you,’ unable to get her voice to actually say the words. They held each other in a long embrace, Charli sobbing at times in happiness, at times in sadness at her years of not knowing herself, of believing the cruel lies that other kids had taunted her with…that she came to accept as true. She finally pulled back and Heather used her thumb to gently wipe away the last of the tears.

Heather leaned in and kissed her gently on the cheek, but this time it was Charli who held on. Rather than letting Heather escape, she pulled the redhead back down for another kiss on the lips. When Heather tried to back away again, Charli pulled her down once more, shutting out the voice in her head that tried to remind her that she wasn’t into women like this. Parting her lips just a little, she tentatively stuck out her tongue, not really knowing if Heather would respond. It was a huge relief when she felt Heather’s lips part slightly and another tongue meet her halfway. It was such a relief that Charli abandoned all restraint and leaned fully into the kiss, pressing herself tightly against Heather while their tongues bridged the small gap between them.

Heather pulled back finally, breathlessly. “I may have to reevaluate who’s the better kisser!”

Charli found herself unable to look the redhead in the eye, embarrassed by her behavior. “I’m sorry. I’m…I’m not a lesbian…” Of all the responses she expected, laughter was not one of them. “What’s so funny?”

Heather smiled and said, “It’s not you. It’s just that…well,” she looked knowingly at Emily. “It just seems like it always starts with that phrase! The first time I made love to Emily,” Charli looked up in surprise, “she said the same thing.” Emily nodded, smiling fondly at the memory. “And my first time, I said the same thing to the woman I was with.” Now it was Heather’s turn to think fondly back on Cathy. ‘God, I hope she made it away from Vinnie…’

Charli looked embarrassed. She’d underestimated the level of intimacy within this group. “I never…I mean. I don’t know if I’m ready for this…This week was my first…my first kiss…from a boy, that is. I’ve never even…you know…with myself…”

Emily looked at the raven-haired beauty in disbelief. “You mean you’ve never even had an orgasm?! Oh, Honey, you don’t know what you’re missing!”

Charli’s visage went from embarrassment to shame, which Emily picked right up on. “Oh God, no Charli, I…I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that…well, you’re overdue!”

An uncomfortable silence filled the room. Heather walked back around behind Charli and gripped her shoulders, rubbing her hands up and down her arms. When Charli finally looked up at their reflection, Heather asked softly, “Charli, do you trust us?”

It was an odd question, but Charli nodded.

Heather gave a brief nod to Emily who dropped to her knees and began unbuckling Charli’s shoes. Bending her head slightly, Heather began lightly kissing Charli on the shoulder and the neck. Her skin never felt so excited and her head started spinning as Heather’s hands left her shoulders, wrapped around her waist, and then slid up to cup her breasts. Charli gasped at the stimulation…there was no way to pretend this was ‘clinical.’ Her breasts seemed to swell under the redhead’s ministrations and her nipples extended to dig almost painfully into the fabric of the gown.

Emily didn’t stop with the removal of Charli’s shoes. Once they were off, her hands slid up under her dress to begin to roll down the stockings. But efficiency wasn’t on her agenda. Emily’s hands rubbed and played around her upper thighs and ass, making sure every inch was pleasured in some way. Charli felt like Jell-O in their hands.

As Heather moved from her neck to her ear lobe, one hand left her breast to unzip the dress. Charli wanted to weep in pleasure when she felt first Heather’s warm breath in her ear, then her moist tongue dancing all around. She felt a cool breeze against her stomach and knew that her dress had fallen. Somehow with just the one hand, Heather managed to remove the bra she was wearing, one she hadn’t even seen, and Emily peeled off her panties. Once again she was naked, but this time she harbored no thoughts about how ugly she felt. It was impossible NOT to feel beautiful when two of the most beautiful women she’d ever met were lavishing her body with lustful praise.

Charli felt herself being pulled backward and then down. Heather was sitting in the middle of the couch, upright against the back. Charli was set between Heather’s legs so her ass was almost hanging off the edge, and her shoulders were pulled back so she was leaning against Heather’s naked torso. She couldn’t remember hearing either of the girls undress, but there they were, just as naked as she was.

Heather resumed her delicious torture of her earlobe and gently allowed her hands to roam over her body while Emily kneeled between both of their spread legs and kissed Charli full on the lips. There was no more restraint on her passion. If it felt good, then there was no stopping. Emily hopped onto the couch beside the two and leaned down to suck on one of Charli’s small pink nipples. Twinges of pleasure, like electrical shocks shot from her breasts and ignited her body with fires of rapture. Charli’s legs opened and closed, seeking some as yet never-experienced relief.

Heather’s hand gripped Charli’s and guided it down between her legs. Once she realized what was happening she instinctively tried to pull her hand away. “Sh, sh, Charli. Let me guide you. A girl’s first orgasm should be her own. Just let me lead for now.”

Charli’s arm loosened and once again their joined hands continued their journey. Heather placed Charli’s hand so that her first two fingers pressed against her clit. Charli jumped at the contact, but otherwise remained motionless other than her fast shallow breathing. Heather’s hand moved Charli’s in small circles and Charli gasped. Once Charli got the hang of it, Heather directed her hand lower, pressing her index finger into her now moist opening. As each of their fingers slid between her nether-lips, Charli’s mouth opened in a silent groan. With very shallow thrusts, Charli and Heather began a slow finger-fucking – Heather making sure Charli’s finger rubbed against her clit on each stroke.

“Oh God, oh God!” Charli closed her eyes, needing to cut off at least one of her senses before she overloaded. Heather pulled back her hand, letting Charli continue on her own. But her hands weren’t idle. She joined Emily in continuing the pleasuring of her body. It was only a matter of moments before Charli’s hand became a blur between her legs and her foot started bouncing uncontrollably on the floor. Her head reared back and pressed tightly against Heather’s shoulder and with a gasp and a moan, her body stiffened like a board and her legs clasped tightly shut against her hand. She would have rolled forward onto the floor if not for the combined restraint of Heather and Emily.

“That…that…was…”

“Yes, Charli. It was. And it was all yours.”

Charli just lay there, panting. She would have felt scared of her body’s reaction to such a seemingly small amount of stimulation, but instead she felt cocooned in loving feminine flesh – Heather wrapping her in her arms from behind, and Emily hugging her from the front. Their smiles and shared happiness were as if she were being congratulated for becoming a member in a very special club.

“If you feel you’re up to it, maybe now you’re ready for something even more special.

Charli really didn’t understand, but she was so high on her post-orgasmic cloud that she just nodded. If she could bring herself such pleasure with just two fingers, then why all the fuss over men? (or in this case, other women?) It was a lesson she was about to learn.

Heather nodded again at Emily who seemed to be just waiting to be ‘put in the game’ so to speak. Charli cooed as Emily kissed her first on the lips, then on the cheek, neck and breasts. Charli’s hand started moving back between her legs, but Emily stopped her. Holding the sexual novice’s hands tenderly, but also firmly in restraint, Emily continued her oral journey south. Charli instinctively sucked in her stomach under the tender, tickling kisses and licks of the sprightly young woman. When Emily’s nose nuzzled in her thick black pubic curls, Charli thought she’d come on the spot.

But as excited as she was, she couldn’t have imagined just how much better it was when something cool, soft and wet snaked in between her lips. Charli’s hips shot up and if not for Emily’s shoulders blocking the action, her legs would have clamped shut like a vice. Now that Em had gotten Charli’s attention, she fully buried her face between the girl’s legs, shaking her head back and forth and snaking her tongue deep inside her.

Charli was near weeping in pleasure. She wanted to grab Emily by her ponytail and shove her completely inside her, but her hands and body were being held by the tender mercies of both women. In moments she crested her pleasure’s peak and jerked and spasmed, her pussy lips clamping down on the invader’s wiggling tongue, releasing copious juices.

Unlike before, she was given no time to revel in her pleasure because Emily had no intention of ceasing her activities. As if the orgasm she just caused were an appetizer, Emily dug into her task with renewed gusto. Her tongue alternately flicked and sucked on Charli’s extended clit, even pulling it into her mouth to squeeze between lip-clad teeth. Charli’s body was like a taut spring that kept getting released. If she thought her first orgasm was powerful, the second, third and fourth she experienced under Emily’s determined ministrations blew that first one out of the water. She never imagined there were so many ways to pleasure such a small part of her body.

Charli was like a limp rag under their touches. The powerful orgasms she experienced completely drained her of energy. Vaguely, she remembered being led into the bedroom. In the darkness behind closed eyes, she remembered hearing the wet sounds of quiet love-making beside her. In the middle of the night, she remembered waking to find herself under the thin bed sheet, the beautiful naked bodies of Heather and Emily pressed to either side of her.

Drifting back to sleep, she never felt more loved nor more beautiful than she did at that moment.

Laura adjusted her earrings, giving her head a little shake causing the dangling silver bangles to tinkle in her ears like miniature wind chimes. Dumping the remaining beer out of the two open bottles, she couldn’t help but laugh amusedly. One bottle had barely been touched – that was hers. The other had been near empty, but had some sediment sitting on the bottom. It was important that THAT get washed out immediately.

When she and Junior arrived at the hotel, he was more than ready to explore her feminine treasures. Finally, a flesh and blood woman! Not an image in a magazine or on the internet. But, alas, his torture was to continue for a few minutes longer. First she took her time at dinner, then she stopped off to buy beer and deliver a case to some man. While she was there, he got to witness the most exciting thing he’d ever seen. An actual live blow-job! ‘Man, this chick is hot!’ he thought, undoing his tie, fumbling with the knot. But before he could get his shirt off, she was telling him to wait yet again – that they should toast to their night together. Junior thought it a little silly, but he remembered his father’s orders. Besides, any excuse to drink beer!

What Junior didn’t know was that after opening two bottles, Laura snuck in a crushed sleeping pill. It wasn’t part of the standard ‘equipment package’ that all Omega Xis were taught to carry with them on ‘dates,’ but Laura had learned through experience. In her purse was her ID, mints, lubricant, and plenty of condoms. In her head she also had specific phone numbers memorized in cases of emergency: one was a limo company that would pick her up if she got stranded, another was the cell phone of a police officer who would ‘rescue’ her using his fullest discretion in exchange for a proper thank-you.

Once Junior had swallowed half the bottle with the dissolved pill, Laura finally slipped off her dress. Junior was naked in record time after that. Barely a second after kneeling in front of him and putting her hand around his smallish prick (they all seemed small now, when compared to her Master) Junior fired off his second load of the evening. Laura had sucked enough dicks in her life to see it coming – the sudden contraction of his cock in her hand, the swelling of the tip, the opening of the pisshole – and deftly avoided being struck in the face as his jism arced past her shoulder and onto the floor behind her. At least that was one load she wouldn’t have to clean up!

‘Ahh, the joys of youth!’ Laura thought amusedly. “It’s okay honey. Happens to most boys their first time. Let’s see if we can get you started up again.” Laura fisted his cock a few times, and the boy was once again hard. That’s the blessing/curse of teenage boys – their cocks are ALWAYS hard…but they haven’t learned to control them yet. Popping his cock into her mouth again, this time she managed to close her lips around the knob and apply just a little bit of suction before Junior shouted, “Oh God!” Laura had just enough time to roll her eyes and move her head to once again avoid the premature firing of Junior’s cock.

Figuring that three orgasms in a half-hour should have his nerves settled, Laura opted for a different strategy. Taking one of her condoms out of her small bag, she led Junior onto the bed and had him lay on his back. But no sooner did she unroll the latex tube over his prick and press it against her labia…“Oh shit!”

And so went Junior’s first night. It was an effort for Laura not to laugh at the poor kid’s complete lack of control. Opening another package, she put a fresh condom on him and managed to settle herself down on him when of course…“Ah, ah, ahhh!”

Repeating the process one last time (it was her last condom in his size), Laura managed to settle down on him and even ride him for several minutes while he painfully squeezed and twisted her nipples before he fired his load. Thankfully, this time she had enough time to put on a pretty convincing fake-orgasm act. Best yet, half a dozen orgasms in less than an hour combined with the beer and the sleeping drug had finally taken their toll and Junior was done for the night.

She took a shower, watched TV for a little while, and at 11:30 made her final preparations to head over to Dr. Walter’s…and to pick up a fresh pack of condoms on her way over before she forgot.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she gently shook Junior’s shoulder. He mumbled in his sleep and rolled over, still totally out of it. Smiling to herself, she grabbed her small purse and keys, knowing that where she was going, she didn’t need any safety precautions.

Heather woke with a chill. At sometime during the night the thin sheet had gotten pulled off her. As her eyes focused in the dark of the bedroom, she saw that the time was shortly after 1am. More importantly, there was a space in the bed between Emily and herself…a space that used to have Charli. Sitting up, she looked over toward the bathroom, but the door was open and the light was out. There was a bit of light coming from the living room however.

Tying her short silk robe around her otherwise naked body, she padded as quietly as she could to the door, peering around the corner. Sure enough, there was Charli. She was again wearing her terrycloth robe from before as she knelt on the floor in front of the mirror that was still in the middle of the living room. Given the angle she was facing, Charli couldn’t see Heather in the mirror, but if she’d looked up and to the left, she’d know she had a visitor. But Charli’s attention was fully on the mirror.

Heather watched intently, realizing as her eyes continued to adjust to the darkness that Charli’s robe was open. From the way the folds lay, Heather’s view was obstructed, but she didn’t need an overly creative imagination to know what was happening.

With her left hand, Charli gently brushed the sides of her face, running one hands through her now silky hair. Her upper lip quivered as she traced its soft fullness with a finger, even going so far as to lick her fingertip, admiring how sexy her mirror image looked sucking her finger into her mouth. Using her polished fingernails, she deftly stroked her chest and her belly, sitting up straighter to help her breasts stand out. She cupped and squeezed them like she remembered Heather doing just hours before, surprised by their weight, never before appreciating the size of her own breasts.

With her left hand still hefting one breast, pinching her own nipple rhythmically, her right hand trailed down between her legs. She imagined Heather’s hand guiding her, rubbing her clit in little circles. Then she tried different patterns, finding that there were other motions that stimulated her even more. Her self-exploration was like a sensual puzzle, unlocking the magical patterns that led her further and further down the path to an orgasm…a path on which this time, she walked alone.

Her breathing quickened as did her motions. Clit-rubbing led to a finger inserting itself into her vagina…then two. Pressing in as deep as she could, her fingers brushed against her hymen – the last true barrier between childhood and the womanhood she craved. With fingers fucking in and out in a faster and faster tempo, Charli released her tit and bit down on the side of her hand, trying her hardest not to make a sound. She moaned and tensed, her pale skin glowing with an almost reddish hue as she strove to crest that beautiful peak. Her eyes clenched shut and her legs clamped around her hand, still pressed tightly against her mound and her body shook and spasmed its release. Unconsciousness threatened to overtake her as she breathed heavily through her nose, her teeth still refusing to release her hand.

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Charli jumped, thinking herself alone. In the mirror she saw Heather kneeling behind her, her robe open also.

“Oh God…you scared me.” In truth, Charli didn’t know if her heart was pounding out of fear or if it was still wound up from her first solo flight.

“You learn fast. That’s good. If you don’t know what brings you pleasure, you’ll never be able to tell your lover.” Heather put a reassuring hand on the girl’s shoulder and Charli immediately covered it with her own.

“What does all this mean? What do I tell Chad?”

“You may be surprised at how little this would bother Chad.” Heather kissed Charli on the side of her head. “Anyway, I don’t think you should tell him…not just yet…And I won’t tell Gregg. Not yet at least. I don’t want to pressure you into anything, and telling either of them what happened here tonight might push you into moving forward faster than you’re ready to go. You need to make these decisions on your own, based on what you feel comfortable doing, not what you think others expect from you. If you tell me that tonight was a one-time thing, then so be it. But I hope you never forget just how beautiful tonight was, and don’t think badly of us for trying to help you see that too.”

Charli spun around so she was facing the real Heather, not her mirror image. “How could I ever look back on tonight and NOT say it was the happiest night of my life?”

Heather smiled knowingly. “As good as last night was, I think that one day soon, you’ll have a night that puts this to shame.”

Charli looked confused and as the meaning behind Heather’s words came to light, she blushed. “Yeah, I hope that night will be special…if he’ll have me.”

“Charli, there’s not a man alive that wouldn’t want to have you…but there’s a very special man who you love, and who loves you, and who loved you before the caterpillar transformed into the butterfly.”

Charli sat there contemplatively for several seconds. As if her hand had a mind of her own, she reached out and rubbed Heather’s exposed breast with the back of her hand. To her amazement, the fiery redhead’s nipple tightened and extended, hardening under her gentle touch.

“Will you show me, Heather?”

“What’s that my dear?” she responded, combing her fingers through Charli’s luxurious raven hair.

“Will you show me what brings you pleasure? I want to learn to do to you what Emily did to me…”

Heather leaned in and kissed Charli softly, yet passionately. Their tongues passing lovingly over each other. Heather broke the kiss, but held her forehead against Charli’s. “Of course. I’d like nothing better…but let’s go back into the bedroom.”

“What about Emily? Isn’t she sleeping?”

Heather stood and held out her hand to help Charli up, which she accepted, letting her robe fall off her shoulders into a puddle at her heels.

“Not for much longer I suspect. And if she wants to join in…well, then she’ll just have to wait her turn.”

The window in Gregg’s bedroom was open, letting in a cool summer’s night breeze. September was just days away and soon the dark night hours would be too cold to by lying naked on top of the covers. But tonight, it was just right.

Laura stirred at his left, rolling onto her side and draping her left arm across his body. The streetlamp outside provided just enough light and for the first time she really noticed the white star-shaped scar on Gregg’s shoulder. She didn’t know why, but she kissed it tenderly, as if she could help heal the wound on his arm just as her subjugation was healing the wound on her soul. ‘Woah, that was profound…’ she thought to herself, never before being one given to introspection.

Gregg smiled inwardly, listening to her thoughts. He felt no guilt using her as he did. For him a person was body, mind, and spirit. Laura may have the body, but the other two were lacking. It was her singular focus on her looks that gave her the superiority complex that led her to insult Charli within earshot of him, thus prompting a chain of events culminating in her total enslavement. It was a shame, really. It was possible to have all three. The other women he surrounded himself with in his life definitely had all three. It didn’t seem like it should be all that hard to balance. But Laura had unfortunately allowed herself to be shaped by a societal mind control that pretty much defined all that she was.

Laura’s hand reached down to Gregg’s semi-hard cock and enclosed it in her fist. His shaft was still coated with the mixed fluids from their just-finished fuck. Wet squishing sounds filled her ears as her hand slowly jacked up and down his amazing cock – the only sound other than their breathing. She dared do nothing further unless otherwise ordered to, but still she hoped.

For the time being, Gregg was content to listen to her mind wander. As reality set in that he was making no move to either initiate another round of fucking, nor did he seem to be on the verge of kicking her out, she let her thoughts turn to the mundane. ‘Initiation is in a week…I hope Master lets me take my paddle home before that…I don’t know how I would explain that…What am I going to do about Natalie? Half the house says I’m being too hard on her and should grant her an easy pass, the other half says she’s too disrespectful and I should kick her out…If only…” Her eyes flicked up to Gregg, but quickly she dismissed the idea – she was no one to ask favors of him.

“Tell me what’s on your mind.”

Laura looked up at Gregg, as if confirming he’d actually spoken and then put her head back down on his shoulder. Given where her thoughts were just a moment ago, Gregg was surprised by what she chose to discuss.

“I dreamed about you last night. Not really about you…I guess. You weren’t actually there. But it was about you. I know that. I was trapped in that basement archive…with all the mice.” She shivered against his skin. He’d underestimated just how much they freaked her out. “I was trapped behind this crystal sphere, and I screamed and shouted but nobody could hear me.”

Gregg gulped. The night he had Laura pledge herself to him, he walled off part of her mind in a ‘crystal sphere’ in an effort to not destroy her mind. He thought the idea of the crystal sphere was just a metaphor to help him do what he needed to do, but it seemed to take on a solid visionary form inside her consciousness.

“Finally the door opens and I walk in…I know – freaky. There I am, facing myself: one inside the sphere, one outside. The outside me taunts the inside me, cursing me for allowing myself to become your slave. She can reach through the sphere and choke me, pull my hair, slap me. When I try to fight back, I can’t touch her.

“But then there’s a knock at the door, and I know it’s you on the other side. I summon up my strength and the sphere expands, pressing the outside me into the corner. The sphere is no longer a prison, but is mine to control. This time SHE’S the one who can’t break through the sphere’s wall. The door opens and your foot crosses the threshold and then the room fills with light.”

Gregg didn’t know what to say. He never intended to have this girl tie herself so tightly to him. He just wanted her to pay for being who and what she was…for making a life full of bad decisions when it came to how she’d treat her fellow human beings. But now the one thing he didn’t want to happen was, in fact happening. He was beginning to care.

Laura didn’t know how to interpret Gregg’s extended silence, so she broached the question herself: “Master, am I a good person?…Or, at least, am I a better person than when you first met me?”

Gregg sat up and rose from the bed, his cock slipping out from her hand. He walked into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face, taking his time as he formulated his thoughts. Laura stayed in bed, but watched his every move intently, waiting for either an answer or an order.

Gregg sat back on the bed and when Laura started to get up to rub his shoulders or something, he motioned her to stay put. He leaned forward so his head rested in his hands with his elbows propped up on his knees. Gregg answered her, speaking toward the floor, but assuredly his words were meant for her.

“Since the day you asked Charli to forgive you for insulting her…under my order by the way…how have you worked to make your world a better place? How have you helped someone purely for the sake of helping them and not for some personal gain?”

Laura struggled to think of an answer. The stock answer of ‘making the world a more beautiful place by letting it share in my beauty’ wouldn’t cut it here. She considered that her deflowering Junior might be an act of charity…but she was getting paid to do that. Long minutes followed and try as hard as she could, she didn’t have an answer.

“You subjected yourself to my whim, but that is only between you and me…Serving at my beck and call, obeying my orders rather than giving them does not make you a better person. Maybe it’s taught you a little humility…but I don’t believe you do it for any other reason than your hope of reward. You punish yourself by being my slave, and yet you do nothing to actually fix the wrongs you’ve caused others.”

Laura’s head hung in shame. Everything Gregg was saying was true. For the first time in weeks, her humiliation wasn’t getting her sexually excited…it was making her ill. “How…how can I be a better person?” It was unreal. How could he – someone who ‘owned’ her – be the one to provide moral guidance? The irony of her plea to HIM for help almost made him sick.

“Is that what you really want? Isn’t what you really want money? Power? Isn’t that why you joined that stupid sorority?”

“Yes…no…I…I don’t know what I want anymore.”

“Well, that’s a start…I guess. I’m not a psychiatrist, nor am I an ethics instructor. I’m just a person who caught you behaving badly and had the ability to do something about it. But if you’re serious about being a better person…I’ll…” Gregg shook his head not believing he was about to say this. “I’ll help, however I can.”

Laura sat up and, orders or no orders, threw her arms around Gregg’s neck, pressing herself tightly against his back. “Thank you Master! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she enthused, kissing his neck between each ‘thank you.’

Gregg had to physically pry her arms off him. “Let me make a suggestion…try to make a friend. A real friend. Someone not in that stupid sorority of yours. You might just find that a fresh perspective on the world will open your eyes.”

Gregg might as well have asked her to sneeze diamonds. She didn’t know anybody outside the sorority house…anyone at least that she was still on talking terms with. Friendships outside the house were frowned upon…outsiders had ways of learning house secrets, so best not to associate with them – besides anyone not in the house probably wasn’t worthy of being in your presence anyway.

“Listen, it’s getting late and those sleeping pills you gave Junior won’t keep him under forever.”

Laura’s eyes went wide. ‘How the hell does he know these things?!’ Knowing better than to give voice to her question, she resignedly picked up her dress from the floor.

“But before you go…”

Laura was filled with the pleasure of her subjugation just as completely as her pussy was filled with her master’s cock as he bent her over the side of the bed for one last fuck before leaving. But it was more than just the physical pleasure of him stretching her vaginal walls or rasping against her clit. It was also more than the knowledge that she belonged to him.

He had given her a task.

A simple task to set her on the path toward being a better person.

Make a friend.

Sigh an impossible task…

Junior rose from the hotel bed, his mouth so dry he was sure there were cotton balls stuffed inside. The urge to pee demanded his immediate attention and he stumbled into the bathroom. His penis refused to let the urine escape at more than a dribble, and he had to brace himself against the wall over the toilet to maintain his balance during the interminable process.

Only when he shook it to remove the last excess droplets did he realize just how sore his penis was. His head was still fuzzy, like the same cotton balls that dried his mouth were also clouding his brain. But, there was one thing he remembered. ‘I got laid!’

Stumbling back into the bedroom, the morning sun was beginning to fill the room. Stretched out face-down and naked on top of the covers was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Her body was tanned, toned, sleek, and sexy…and last night he had sex with her! She was lying on her stomach, one arm curled around the pillow she was laying on top of, the other underneath her, between her legs. Laura seemed to still be in a deep sleep, probably dreaming. She moaned pleasantly, her fingers working beneath her body. Her smile was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

‘Wow…look at her play with herself!’ Junior thought, cracking open one of the beers Laura left inside the room’s mini-fridge. ‘I must have been better than I remembered!’

Laura gasped in her sleep, and a mumbled, ‘Oh yes Master,’ escaped her lips.

Junior ignored the pain of his rapidly inflating cock. ‘Master, huh? Well, I certainly tamed THAT pussy.’

Junior, no longer a boy – now a man, sat in the room’s recliner, sipping his beer, watching Laura’s ass grind against her hand. ‘Yep…I tamed that pussy good.’

It didn’t even occur to him to wonder where the unopened box of condoms came from.