The Sinister Science Club
In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.
“Anyone can be who they want to be; the challenge is being who you need to be”
Raven Thorpe was awarded the 'honor' of working with me, a designation she groaned over, and other girls glared at her with jealousy. After class she attempted to shoulder past me but I tapped her arm.
"Can we talk for a second?" I inquired.
"Don't you have to scurry off and take care of your schedule?" she replied blandly.
"Can you stop being a bitch for fifteen seconds so we can figure out which author we can work on?" I snapped angrily. She pulled up short as if she expects to be pimp-slapped next.
"Okay, who do you have in mind?" she requested. "And if you say William Shakespeare, I am going to smack you with my book bag."
"I was thinking the political works of Edmund Burke," I suggested. Raven blinked.
"Seriously, I didn't think you even knew who Edmund Burke was, much less that he was the father of modern conservatism," Raven congratulated me. It was almost like she wanted to pat me on the head and give me a doggy bone.
"I was thinking of concentrating more on his works during the American Revolution, but if that's what you are more comfortable with, we could cover his later period works instead," I offered.
"Good point, Zane. Let's talk it over during lunch," Raven suggested.
"Zane," summoned a female voice from outside the classroom.
"Go on," Raven smirked, "enjoy your disproportionate level of abuse."
"You act like I have any choice in the matter," I shrugged.
It was of little consolation that Raven made it ten more feet from the door when she got snatched up too. This time out, my mistress got to point to a feature on her body and I had to give it a flattering description, I know, my life is utter hell.
I had no idea where the Science Club met; I even began to get the sinking feeling they carefully controlled any information about themselves, sort of like a secret society, or the CIA.
"Hello, I'm Paige," spoke this girl, who apparently materialized out of the ether. I'm not paranoid; I've spent the past two years in a region where you have to be alert because Tigers are common and I say this girl freaking ghosted me, Man.
"I'm with the Science Club. You will come with me right now," she smiled like said predator cat trying to disguise herself as a white rabbit.
"You are albino," I noted. She had long white hair, alabaster skin, and a red shadow to her eyes. She was also the only girl to date I'd seen with the dark blue jacket that was part of our winter uniform. She also had a jaunty blue hat and white stockings instead of socks.
"You have eyes," she rolled hers, "now come along." I started to follow her.
"So what is this meeting about?" I asked.
"It isn't a meeting; we require you for something," she replied.
"What is it?" I became more cautious.
"It is a surprise," she mocked me. "Stop wasting my time and come along."
"Cool, I'm out of here." I grinned, turned, and left. Paige staggered and seemed unable to grasp my departure.
"Where are you going?" she snapped tartly.
"To Archery Club," I replied, while still walking away.
"But, but you said you would come," she stuttered.
"Am I a person? Are you?"
"Yes and yes," she replied with irritation.
"Are you an idiot or a child? Because those are the only reasons to forgive your spoiled behavior," I turned and said. Paige glared. "So you assume you are smarter than me and can be rude to someone who is doing you a favor."
"We are the ones doing you a favor," Paige snapped back. "Now we want you to repay us."
"Did you discuss payment when you did me the favor of rewiring my room? No? Good, because if you had, I would clearly be suffering a form of amnesia," I gave back. "If you want something, you can ask as a friend or you can offer me something that makes it worth my while. Now go back to Cordelia and tell her you have returned alone because you were so much smarter than me. If you could only 'speak friend',” I continued walking away.
"Wait," Paige called out nervously. "I, I,” and I could almost hear the wheels turning. "Speak friend and enter." I stopped in midstride.
"So you read through my school records and know my top ten influences," I turned and responded. We stared at each other for almost a minute until she finally gave up and put on her sunglasses. I retraced my steps back to her.
"Favorite member of the Fellowship?" I tested her.
"Legolas," she responded. I scoffed and she had the human decency to look embarrassed.
"Ha," I scoffed again. "Horny girls go for the elf; the marrying kind goes for Aragorn."
"Who is yours, then, wise guy?" she volleyed.
"Boromir," I declared my allegiance.
"Ah, of course; the veteran warrior in a doomed struggle; he forsakes his honor only to redeem it in a hopeless fight, perishing in the arms of his brothers," Paige retorted. "I thought you would have gone for Aragorn, the Uncrowned King."
"Hmm," I winced, "my second choice was actually Frodo but that would have sounded gay."
"You can't be gay; you are not clever enough to conceal that," she stated.
"See, now you are sounding like Saruman the White," I teased.
"Let me guess: because I'm an albino," she grumbled.
"You are an albino? I was talking about your facial hair and that arrogant, know-it-all vibe you've got going on," I joked. Paige stared at me, suddenly speechless, finally taping her chin.
"At least you didn't call me Gollum," she admitted.
"Nah; too much hair and not enough skin slime," I explained as I ran the back of one finger over her cheek. She flinched slightly.
"Are you going to, please, come with me now?" she asked much more politely.
"Are you going to have sex with me?" I grinned.
"What?" she squawked.
"Just joshing you," I smiled. "You are far too pretty to be interested in me. Let's go."
I'd clearly unsettled her because she didn't say another word to me until we were going downstairs in the Clegger Science Building.
"Do you really think I'm pretty?" she asked as we finished the last set of stairs.
"I must confess I find most women attractive, but you are far prettier than most," I replied.
"Do you still want to have sex with me?" she said in a casual voice. I took her hand and placed it on my heart. "Hah," she snorted, "I get it; your heart is beating so yes, you want to have sex with me."
"I was going to say that a steady heartbeat indicated I was telling the truth, but someone keeps insisting they are smarter than me," I teased her. Am I really asking for another sex partner? What's wrong with me?
Her reaction wasn't what I expected it to be and then I realized that she still had something over on me, the reason for me being here. Bitch. She opened a door into a dark room and ushered me in. There appeared to be about ten ladies in the room, playing with a variety of electronics.
"Delivered as promised," Paige called out.
"What did he hit you with?" a short caramel-skinned girl inquired.
"Fellowship of the Ring," Paige grinned. Mother-fuckers!
"Did he offer to have sex with you?" Cordelia asked playfully.
"Yes. And not only gave me a 'pretty' but also a 'far prettier'." Paige gave me a smug look.
"Ha, ha, ha," I muttered. Idiot me forgot that psychology is also a science, and the reason we don't have a chess club at FFU was also evident; the Science Club devoured them.
"Come on, Zane," Cordelia batted her full lashes at me. "We need a little favor and it won't take fifteen minutes."
"Couldn't you simply coerce me into doing this?" I stated. "I'm sure this whole rigmarole of making me think I'm doing you a favor has to be making things more difficult."
"We are all friends here," Cordelia smiled.
"No, if we were all friends here, Iona would be at my side," I scolded her. "I admit you did a great scam getting me in this room, but you aren't nearly as good at lying to my face as you think you are."
"Iona,” Paige started to say.
"Don't!" Cordelia snapped, then took a deep breath. "If you threaten Iona he will hit you, no," she corrected, "He'll hit me," Cordelia reasoned out.
"There are eleven of us," another girl, Pandora Jaspers, stated, somewhat angry and confident.
"I've seen him fight, Pandora. I saw him drop Mercy Chaplain. I've seen him fight Cappadocia Davis and Coach Gorman too," Cordelia said coolly as we stared at one another. "Unless we curl up in a ball on the ground, he'll beat us down. We'll hurt him, but Zane can take more pain than we can because he cares about her."
"On that note, I'm gone again. Good going Paige; I'm sure you can think of something to make your sisters understand," I shrugged and moved for the door.
"Zane, I need you to strip down and let us attach a series of video and biometric sensors so we can create a 'Virtual Zane' for a little project we are working on," Cordelia blurted out.
I had to think hard about this; not because I didn't want to do it but because I had to figure if this was an honest play or another convoluted turn of the screws. I turned and looked at Cordelia.
"There was no way in hell you ever thought I was a professor and you miraculously materialized outside my first class with the knowledge I was actually a freshman, damn, Cordelia, can't you just ask for stuff?" I berated her.
"If you ask, you depend on another to get what you want; if you deceive, you win or lose on your own abilities," she shrugged. "Besides, I did ask you to kiss me; remember?"
"Good enough; where do you want me to stand?" I responded.
"Wait," Paige gawked. "Now he is doing it."
"Alright ladies," one girl grinned. "Everyone pay up. I told you we should simply ask him."
With that, I stepped over to a table and began stripping. Slowly the girls around me stopped what they were doing and openly ogled me. I guess the real me was better than the video.
"Aren't you curious about what we are going to do?" Pandora inquired.
"You are probably going to tell me that I'm posing naked because it is easier to dress an 'uncluttered' form, or something to that effect, but really, I like Cordelia and Iona is one of my two best friends," I mulled it over. "Besides, in case you missed it, I've seen all your faces."
Once they took that bit of news in, things went along smoothly, though they had some debate amongst themselves on whether my cock needed its own 'reference point', a sensor attached.
The amusing thing was, when the girl running the computer imaging asked me to keep my cock still, I had to reply that certain reactions weren't under my control, which caused a rather awkward moment. When I was finally finished there was another quiet interlude as I got dressed.
"So," Cordelia wondered, rocking back and forth on her feet, "if we need more, data, could we get you to come back?"
"Sure," I smiled back, "you know where I live, and you certainly know what my digits are. Cordelia, I want you to consider that if something happens in my room that ends up on the web that betrays the trust people have put in me, I'm not going to come after all of you looking for excuses. Are we clear?"
"Is that a threat, Zane?" Cordelia beamed playfully.
"Cordelia, I'm always one step away from being tossed out of here on my ass, so those who chose to trust me and take up my cause are doing it because they are decent folk. I'm not like most people; I can't afford to toss friends away like most of the rest of the people in this room seem to be comfortable with."
"Or what," Paige smirked, "you'll beat us up?"
"No, Paige. I value trust, so if you take that away from me, I'll find out what you value and take that away from you," I stared at her intently.
"I know what you are going to say, Paige," Cordelia jumped in, "and Zane being expelled will only mean that he has no other distractions from dealing with us and he'll still have people inside the school all too willing to help him."
"Zane, how about if something is done, we give you an off switch for various sections?" Cordelia offered.
"Sounds great; let me know how the project works out, but now I have to go to Archery," I replied, before slipping out the door.
"How did he know we were going to wire his room?" I overheard Paige whisper to Cordelia.
"You don't seriously think he came here solely because we tricked him, do you?" Cordelia answered. "He knew we would try something and he wanted us to know that he knew." Yes, I had bumbled into the message I'd wanted to get across despite myself.
Does Anyone Want Me Here?
I had escaped school with a double date for Thursday Night (Chastity and Hope), then stopped by the house to plead with Aunt Jill to let Rio stay for the weekend. I gave a rational case, a compassionate reason, and then fell down on my knees and told her I really, really, really wanted her to stay. Something in that last argument made Jill relent and I phoned the good news to Rio.
All that groveling resulted in me making the Festivities Committee Meeting by only two minutes. I swept into the room abruptly and as the story of my life goes, everyone stopped talking and looked at me. A quick scan of the room told me that two of the eight women knew to expect me, or at least some guy, while the others clearly assumed I'd lost my way.
"Can we help you, young man?" an older woman with hair mostly turned to gray.
"Welcome, Glenn," Mrs. Wellington said. "Ladies, Pastor William has asked us to introduce Mr. Braxton to the good works of our Church." There was a pause.
"Thank you, Mrs. Wellington, but no one alive calls me Glenn anymore, and I'm not old or accomplished enough to be Mr. Braxton, like my Father or Uncle Tim. My teachers call me Zane."
"Oh, you are at the University?" a third woman asked politely. She was asking if I went to the University of Virginia.
"No, I don't go to UV; I go to FFU, it is a long story," I replied with trepidation.
"I have a daughter at Freedom Fellowship," one of the women responded with concern.
"What is her name?" I tried to be polite, what were the odds?
"Pandora Jaspers," Mrs. Jaspers answered.
"Seriously? I've done Handmaiden duty for her, and today I saw her at the Science Club," I sighed with relief.
"What did she have you do?" yet another woman inquired intently.
"I helped her create an umbrella walkway when it was raining so that all the students could get to class without getting soaked," I informed them.
"Have you been to 'camp'?" a sixth woman hinted at something.
"Camp, no, I can't say I've ever been to a camp," I evaded, because I had no idea what they meant.
"That's enough, ladies," Mrs. Wellington said. "We have business to take care of. We can worry about Mr. Braxton's confusion at a later time." Oh, they think I'm gay. Camp = Gay camp where fundamentalists are sure I could be cured of being homosexual. I try not to laugh.
"Mr. Braxton, I want you to sit at the chair there," Mrs. Wellington pointed to a chair away from the table, against the wall. "I want you to take personal notes for the members, things that don't go into the official record. Doreen Saxon," she indicated the gray haired woman "is our secretary. She takes the official notes of the meeting, so pay attention."
The Meeting for the first of September was called to order, the record of attendance including the difficulty of my name, they kept trying to call me Glenn Braxton while I politely asked for Zane. They went with Glenn. The rest of the group worked out like this:
Rochelle Wellington was Chairwoman, Kendra Bainbridge was our Treasurer, and Doreen Saxon was the grey-haired Secretary. The rest of the group consisted of Claire Baker, Theresa Geiger, Columbia Jaspers, Heidi Moulin, and Sahara Penny, the Pastor's wife.
As the meeting progressed there was little I could do but watch the group dynamics at work. For starters, Bainbridge was at Wellington's throat; they clearly didn't like one another. The other was an oddity; no one interacted with Sahara Penny. I wasn't sure if it was her non-white heritage (Middle Eastern of some sort), her meek nature, or some past sin, but I decided to take advantage of it.
I got up quietly and began walking around the table.
"Glenn," Mrs. Saxon asked, but I ignored her because, damn it, how many times do I have to tell them my name is Zane? I walked over and knelt by Sahara.
"Zane," Mrs. Wellington addressed me, "are you looking for the bathroom?" Bingo!
"No, Mrs. Wellington. I was hoping to get some background information on the current discussions as well as contact information for the group. Since the rest of you are treating Mrs. Penny like she has the plague, I figured she would be the perfect candidate to tell me what is really going on here," I grinned at her. "It is always the quiet ones who know the most."
And everyone stopped talking. Sahara not only looked shocked and frightened to see me, she looked like she wanted to sink under the table when I told the rest of them my reason for being here.
"I assure you, Mr. Braxton, we are fully including Sahara in the process," Mrs. Bainbridge snorted indignantly.
"I will gladly accept your reprimand if you can please tell me the last five words you said to her since I arrived," I requested, with as much innocence as I could beg, borrow, or steal.
"I asked her about the children's clothing for the Nativity this year," Kendra said after a long pause.
"That was Claire, not Sahara," I corrected her. "It is in my notes, but I'm sure Doreen can corroborate my recall of events."
"Well," she said testily, "I'm sure I said something to her." Silence.
"I apologize for disrupting the meeting. I'll crouch here quietly and conference with Sahara while the rest of you complete the business of the day," I told them, then turned back to Sahara. "Now, what the heck is up with the live turkey at the Thanksgiving celebration?"
In the end, I gathered my information, the meeting concluded its business, and the room emptied until it was me, Sahara, Kendra, and Rochelle.
"A Christian gentleman would apologize," Kendra informed me.
"Well, I guess that makes us both poor Christians, because a good Christian woman wouldn't have lied to me," I calmly replied. Kendra gaped like a fish out of water.
"Rochelle!" Kendra snapped to the Committee head.
"Zane, you apologize to Kendra right now," she commanded me, without much passion.
"Kendra Bainbridge, I apologize for my rude and uncalled for behavior," I said with a bow. Neither woman had expected me to fold up like that, so all Kendra could do was huff and storm out of the room.
"Thank you," Sahara whispered, as she touched my hand.
"I don't always know the right side to fight on but it is usually by the side of the person being bullied," I grinned. "It is the Christian thing to do," I added with a wink.
That left me with Rochelle Wellington: MILF, Lance the asshole's Mom, and wife of the Mayor.
She looked like she wanted to stand up but couldn't. Me, I had a Sorority meeting to get to, I missed dinner so I had to grab something first, and why in the hell was I even thinking what I was thinking? I sat down beside her.
"What's wrong?" I began. She looked at me, tired and somehow forlorn.
"You wouldn't understand, Mr. Braxton, Zane," she sighed.
"Try me; the worst that could happen is, I give the expression that every teenager gives an adult when something important is being said but we are too caught up in our own lives to understand."
"Oh, good point, young man," she sighed, "but I'm afraid I don't have anything even remotely interesting to talk about." I waited patiently. "I'm feeling sorry for myself. My baby is leaving the nest and it has been so long since I've been alone in the house, I don't know what to do with myself."
"Lance is an only child?" I wondered.
"Oh, no, he is the youngest of five," she responded with sadness. My jaw dropped and she stared at me.
"What, did you start having kids when you were ten?" I gawked.
"What?" she sounded confused.
"I have a hard time believing you are forty, much less the mother of five grown children," I stammered. At first Rochelle was embarrassed and a bit uncomfortable, but slowly the compliment seeped its way into her psyche.
"I, I have a home gym," she suggested as an answer.
"Well, whatever you've been doing has worked. Your husband is one lucky guy, and I hope he appreciates you and all you do to look, act, and feel so young," I wowed her.
"I'm not feeling all that young right now," she slipped back into her depression.
"Where does it hurt?" I changed my focus.
"I don't know what you mean?" she asked.
"People keep their stress in different places; the back of the neck, the mid-back, shoulders, or temples," I informed her.
"I'm not comfortable talking with you about that," Mrs. Wellington replied warily.
"Sure," I said popping out of my seat. "I apologize if I crossed any lines," and I made for the door.
"Wait, Zane, I apologize. I'm tired and a bit cranky. I know you didn't mean anything and besides, I'm sure you already have a girlfriend," Rochelle admitted.
"Please don't spread this around, but I have several girlfriends at the moment. They know about each other, I'm not going to lie about my sex life, but they are usually interested in different things," I told her.
"You have, multiple girlfriends, different things? Like what kind of different things?" Rochelle spilled out her confused thoughts.
"Some women like sexual contact," I related, "while others like romantic time together, and still others want companionship." There was another long pause.
"But you are at Freedom Fellowship University,” she trembled.
"I've never taken a student's virginity, if that's what you are asking," I answered.
"Oh, I understand. I've taught all my children that they should be virgins on their wedding day," Rochelle said with some pride.
"I have to disagree with that," I shocked her, "but that is one of the reasons that women are better than girls."
"And how would you know this?" She now turned in her chair to face me, trying to sound affronted but coming across as deeply curious.
"Umm, I've had sex with girls in their teens and women in their forties, and women know more, pace themselves better, and generally have better bodies," I explained. "Teen girls need a few more years to fill out."
Rochelle was utterly speechless, and part of that had to do with the fact that I was being frank and honest, yet not openly coming on to her.
"You must not think much of me, then," she mused, "teaching my children my views on virginity."
"Where did you get that from? If anything, you are proving yourself to be an intelligent, warm, caring, and compassionate woman and mother, who happens to look like she's less than forty years old," I added. "You did what you thought was right. I can't argue with that."
"Well, good," she replied.
"Now for my part, I was taught that a real man gives his lover multiple orgasms and he should never reach fulfillment before his partner does. Any man who does so is being selfish," I stated.
"How did you come by this, thinking?" she inquired with a small voice.
"Umm, I've had sex around five hundred times with thirty different partners," I told her, "so I've not only learned from very good teachers, I've field tested their ideas."
"How can you possibly consider yourself a good Christian, Zane?" she accused me.
"Compassion, respect for all living things, and forgiveness, that's what I believe in and what Christianity stands for in my eyes," I explained.
"The Bible is clear on sex and the sanctity of the marriage bed," Rochelle insisted.
"Mrs. Wellington, everything after the death of Jesus is conjecture. We both accept that Jesus was the Son of God, but after he dies, who is to say who was being touched by the Divine, who was building on JC's teachings, and who was simply making stuff up," I held up my hand to stop Rochelle's protest.
"The Catholics have a thousand Saints, most of whom we don't hold to be divinely inspired. You chose to believe that virginity is a girl's sacred duty, but I don't recall Christ saying anything on the subject. You can certainly quote later Gospels or the Old Testament, but that makes it your choice, not the Word of God," I finished up. Another long pause followed.
"I keep my stress in the top of my shoulders," she suddenly said. I stood up and moved behind her, deciding to not question her changing opinion of me.
"It helps if you take off your jacket," I suggested, then helped her shimmy out of it. She tensed up as my hands weighed down lightly on her shoulders so I kept my touch gentle.
Two minutes into the massage, I began squeezing harder and harder, moving my palms back and forth over her bra straps from upper arm to neck.
"Rochelle," I whispered into her ear, "I am going to rotate your shoulders." I rolled over each shoulder one at a time but when I finished, I pushed her slowly forward until she was resting her elbows on the table and held her head on her upturned hands.
When I went back to the massage, I worked her over harder and extended my reach from her mid-back to neck. This was clearly a case of begging forgiveness instead of asking permission. I took my time, relaxing her to a completely detached state. When I brought her back to reality, I was kneeling beside her and tapping her on the arm.
"Rochelle? Are you okay," I asked in a gentle, caring voice. Dreamily, she turned her head from its resting place on her arms to look at my eyes straight-on and mere inches away.
"What, huh?" she muttered.
"How do the shoulders feel? Has your stress gone away?" I inquired.
"Yes, yes," she popped up, alert once more. "It feels really good, in fact. I haven't felt this way in years," she added with a smile.
"I think it is time for us to go," I suggested. "Can I help you with your jacket?"
"Of course," she nodded. "Thank you for helping an old lady out." I held it while she put in one arm after the other but when I settled it on her shoulders, I stepped in and held her there for a moment while I pressed myself against her so she could feel how I felt about 'old ladies'.
Rochelle froze when she felt my cock, rigid in my slacks, pressed against her ass. I was unsure if I'd gone too far when she pushed ever so slightly against me.
"I've got to be going. I will see you on Sunday but I'm home all weekend with one of my girlfriends in case you need me," I informed her.
I slipped out before she could respond because not only did I have a Sorority function to attend, I also needed to figure out where I could score some Viagra because I clearly had no common sense where sex was concerned. Besides, Sahara was obviously in need of attention because Pastor Bill wasn't giving it to her, and Bainbridge was lashing out due to years of sexual frustration, I repeat: I have no common sense.
Every One Like a Fingerprint to Me
When I was racing to get to the Kappa Sigma House, I hardly expected to be met by one of their pledges and absolutely no one else. After I sat down in the den and the pledge, Tina, got me a soda from the kitchen, we found ourselves staring at one another.
"So, I'm here on the correct night; right?" I asked.
"Yes, you are, Zane," she bubbled with anticipation.
"Where is everybody?" I prodded her.
"They are taking care of Sorority business but they will come get us when they are ready," she grinned. I knew I was missing something but I didn't know what it was.
"Is it hot in here?" I wondered.
"Yes," Tina said after a bit of concentration.
"Tina, can I have some Advil? I'm getting a headache," I yawned.
"Okay," Tina responded, still happy, and still sitting down.
"Ah, fuck, you drugged me, didn't you?" I groaned. I doubted I could still stand and then proved my doubts as I slid off the chair. "Damn," I slurred. Tina walked over to me, took my drink away, and gently maneuvered my body to the floor.
"If it is any consolation, I was selected as the pledge most likely to seduce you," she stated with real sympathy. I might have smiled at her, I wasn't sure, but I definitely passed out.
Cough! Someone plunged cleaning detergent underneath my nose and fired me back to consciousness. Holy Mother of God, I'm cold, my wrists and ankles hurt, I'm outdoors in the woods illuminated by torches and surrounded in a semi-circle of bare-footed figures in ankle long brown robes and black hoods.
I was cold because I was naked and my limbs hurt because I was suspended on a cross, not a 'T' cross but an 'X' cross. I certainly know some kinky, fucked-up people.
"Zane," a modulated voice addressed me, "you are on trial before Kappa Sigma for your treatment of one of our sisters. You have abused the trust of one sister by seeking romantic relations with another. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"If the question is that I had relations with Leigh, then had a similar encounter with Paris, then I confess. In my defense, I never sought to deceive either one and will make amends if permitted," I promised.
"Sisters, we have heard his defense. Will any of you vote in his behalf?" she intoned. No one stepped forward.
"Zane, we will give you one chance to save yourself. If you fail, you will be shaved bald and painted in a permanent purple dye." I assume that means seven days on human skin. "If you can pick out the woman you have wronged, beg her forgiveness, and are forgiven, you will go free." I was getting pretty nervous since they were all totally covered except for their toes when the 'leader' nodded and the girls all opened their robes to reveal string bikinis in a variety of colors.
Their faces were still covered, though that wasn't really a problem for me anymore.
"Choose Leigh and Paris, beg their forgiveness, and you may be pardoned," the 'leader' commanded.
"That's not fair," I answered right back, "because they are not before me now."
"Think carefully," the girl with the modulated voice cautioned me.
"No, seriously; I'm looking at Josephine, Maria, Cynthia, Sarah, Ferrara, Petra, Yvette, Tawny, Jersey, and Monique," I named them left to right.
"What?" Sarah gasped to her assembled sisters. "Do we have name tags on?"
Behind me, I heard snickers turn into giggles, Leigh and Paris. Tawny stepped forward.
"How did you know?" she inquired, clearly not the girl with the modulated voice.
"Ah, Josephine has a birthmark on her ankle, Maria has the darkest skin tone, and Cynthia's breasts don't angle down the middle or to the side but somewhere in the middle."
"Sarah has slender thighs and her calves curve just so below the knee; Ferrara always paints her nails in these crazy patterns; Petra scrapped her knee backpacking two weekends ago; Yvette, has that tattoo over her right nipple; Tawny, you have a slender neck, a, 38C chest, and a strong swell from your waist to your hips; Jersey is the tallest and has that scar she got in a boating accident in high school; and finally, Monique has the perkiest nipples and the most slender calves," I recited.
Man, even the crickets went quiet after that.
"Zane, did anyone help you with this test?" Tawny finally asked.
"Nope."
"How could they?" Leigh came to my defense. "You didn't make the line-up until thirty minutes ago."
"Jersey, go check his phone log," Tawny directed her sister.
"I'm getting really cold," I whispered to Leigh. She looked from my eyes to my waist with sympathy. Jersey walked out of the light but quickly returned with my phone.
"His last call was at 2:10 p.m. but he did have a data download at 6:45, it seems to be a bunch of women's names and phone numbers," Jersey relayed the information to them.
"It is my church group, I swear. Honestly, they are all married women in the Festivities Committee that bastard of a pastor assigned me to," I pleaded.
"No phone calls?" Tawny persisted.
"No phone calls," Jersey confirmed.
"Okay, Zane, how did you know who we were with our faces concealed?" Tawny wondered.
"Is that a serious question?" The deafening pause was its own answer. "You are women; I pay attention to women and to me, each female form is as exacting as a fingerprint. Until now I thought all of this was a joke," I related. "I mean, if you wanted to scare me, you would have given me something difficult to figure out."
"And you picked all this up at one party?" Tawny sounded bewildered.
"Have I mentioned how much I like women?" I reminded her.
"But you brought twenty women with you; you always had a woman by your side. How?" Tawny still struggled to understand.
"I repeat: have I mentioned how much I like women? I see nothing wrong with being with one woman and looking at others, but I believe it is wrong to be with one woman and thinking about someone else," I explained. "You should always appreciate the one you are with."
"Umm, does any sister believe Zane has earned a reprieve?"
For two seconds no one reacted, then Jersey stepped forward.
"He knew about my scar," was her excuse. Five more stepped forward right after that and all had done so by the tenth second.
"Very well Zane, you are forgiven," Tawny announced. Yay, me! "But I have one other issue to address. Zane, I can't have you cutting a swath through my girls so I'm going to demand that you stick to one and only one Kappa Sigma per semester." I stared at her until she finally had to question me. "What?"
"I wish you would stop treating me like a child," I chuckled.
"What makes you think I'm not being serious?" Tawny growled.
"We've kissed. You can tell a lot about a person in the way they kiss, and you are very caring and thoughtful," I told her. "Why would I be out here in the woods naked if I didn't trust you?"
"You kissed him!" yelped Leigh. Tawny smirked as she looked at her.
"You left me alone with a naked Zane in your room; he looked cold and lonely," she told Leigh. I was cold and lonely because Tawny tossed Leigh out of her own room and then wouldn't let me get dressed, but only Tawny, Christina, and I knew that.
"Besides, Zane, you are naked in these woods because we tricked you into our house and spiked your drink," Tawny pointed out.
"Ah, but would I have been dumb enough to take that drink if I hadn't first trusted you enough to show up, wait, that didn't come out right," I mumbled.
"Are you agreeing to my terms?" Tawny teased.
"Nope. I prefer to hold to the illusion I'm living in the Free World," I declared. "You can certainly tell your sisters what to do because they volunteered for this but I only hang out here because all of you have been so nice to me. If I've been a poor guest, I'll just leave, because I'm not going to pretend I like one sister less than another."
"Zane, you are deep in the woods, tied to a cross, and the only people who know you are here are all bound by Sacred Oaths of Sisterhood, Blood, and Secrecy," Tawny stated sweetly, as she came up and stroked my cheek. "You aren't in the best place to be dumping us."
"Good point," I agreed defiantly. "Maybe I should wait to get on my high horse when I can actually get on a high horse, but I'm still not going to take it back."
"We could always keep him in our secret basement," Monique suggested. When everyone looked at her she added, "Hey, he liked my nipples. Finding a guy who is good with nipples isn't as easy as you would think." Huh, what? I had a definite feeling I was losing control of events.
"You have a secret basement?" I gulped. "I didn't know you had a secret basement."
"Well, duh," Paris snickered. "It wouldn't be much of a secret if you knew about it."
"We are not keeping Zane chained up for our amusement," Tawny warned the girls. "We specifically changed the Charter back in '02 so that we can no longer keep men on the premises for more than forty-eight hours." Yay?
"We also can't leave him here," Tawny continued. "I'm sure Christina will have search parties out looking for you before sunrise."
"I'll stay out here and stand guard over him," Leigh volunteered.
"No," Tawny scolded Leigh. "We can't let him get fucked to death either." Leigh looked truly heartbroken.
"I think we have to let Zane get off this time," Tawny sighed.
"I was trying to get him off," Leigh grumbled.
"Give it a rest, Leigh," Tawny demanded. "Paris, give our guest something to drink so we can wrap this up." Paris disappeared behind me, then reappeared with a glass of water.
"Drink up," she smiled beatifically.
"Just promise me I'm not going to wake up in some landfill or tied to a lamppost somewhere public," I groaned.
"Drink it down right now and you might wake up next to me," Tawny challenged. Needless to say, I drank and quickly, because I'm an idiot who keeps too much blood in the wrong head.
When I woke up, I was back in the Sorority house with a different sweet pledge smiling at me and that smell of ammonia in my nostrils. She handed me a folded piece of paper.
I said 'you MIGHT wake up next to me' the paper read. 'P.S. See you and the Ladies at our Halloween Bash.'
"What's your name?" I asked the pledge. This time the home was filled with the noises of occupancy.
"Larissa," she giggled. "So, are you Leigh's boyfriend?"
"Ah, no; I'm community property; the other sisters hand me around like a box of chocolates," I joked.
"Really! That is so great," she bubbled with excitement. "I can't wait until I get initiated. I want you to make me scream the way you had Leigh singing." Does no one get my jokes?
"Larissa, I am sure you will pass your initiation, no sweat," I told her as I stood up, feeling a bit drunk. Larissa walked with me to the door and gave me a quick peck on the cheek as I turned to head for my car. I made it to campus with seconds to spare. The crawl up to the Solarium was done in relative quiet, though Barbie Lynn decided to sample my tonsils before letting me up.
Not two steps inside the door my phone rang.
"Hello, is this Zane Braxton?" this familiar voice greeted me.
"That would be me. What can I do for you this night?" I responded.
"This is Felicity Tolliver. I wanted you to know that I had dinner with Rochelle Wellington tonight and I think having you on her committee has really improved her mood," she informed me.
I reached the top of the landing and nearly dropped the phone. Iona sat nervously on my bed, which she had made up because I never do it that well. She was wearing lingerie that definitely made her whole form much more feminine.
"Felicity, Rochelle and I talked mostly, plus I showed her some techniques to help alleviate stress," I related, "but you can tell her it was a pleasure to work with such a vibrant and beautiful woman. You two are a lot alike."
There was a pause, then,
"I'll tell her that," Felicity said.
"I will be at my home in case she needs something this weekend. I would like to see both of you, as would my Aunt," I offered.
"That would be nice," she sounded upbeat.
"We could also discuss getting some FFU girls coming over to your place and the workshops you could teach on campus in October and November," I suggested.
"That sounds great too," Felicity agreed. "I would like to spend some time at FFU and having some girls know where Lance's house is would be nice. When do you want to meet?"
"How about after dinner, say 8:00 o'clock?" I suggested. "You can bring Lance."
"After dinner is fine but Lance has a church workshop on Saturday nights," Felicity sighed. Oh hell, does this woman even get taken to first base? "He's always so busy with his fraternity at school, the Young Christian Men's Republican caucus, and the Christian Men's League at church." Does this guy spend any time with women at all?
"Consider it a date," I replied. "Now I have a very good reason to go to bed, so good night."
"Good night," she parted in a friendly manner, which allowed me to hang up and start undressing as I approached the bed. I looked down at my bed buddy once I'd stripped down to nothing.
"You look lovely, Iona," I greeted her. "What do you want to do?"
"I'll do whatever you want," Iona said with a tremor in her voice, looking down at her lap. She looked stunning in her burgundy bra and panties, which were far more lace than substance. I felt the hand of, Christina (?) in all this.
"Thank you, Iona. What I really want is to lie down, you beside me so that I can look into your eyes and gently trace lines along your body, and then I want to go to sleep with you in my arms. That's what I really want."
"Really?" she perked up in surprise and relief. I crawled under the covers, holding them open so she could join me.
"I like this a lot," she murmured, as she settled in at my side, snug in the covers. I shifted to my side and cupped her chin before exchanging several soft kisses with her. Afterwards, I did as I told her I would; my hand caressed her body, avoiding nipples and cunt but doing my best to get everywhere else. I elicited sensual moans and ticklish giggles.
When I had forced her to push me off so she could catch her breath, I felt I had given Iona what she wanted, and more importantly, what she could live with. I sat back and stared at the Moon through my glass roof. Iona's smiling face slowly invaded my view.
"I give up, Iona," I pleaded. "Right now I want some sleep."
"That's okay. I will sit here and watch over you," she sighed.
"That's, that's a little creepy, actually," I confessed.
"I've watched all of the Twilight movies so I know what secretive romances are all about," Iona explained.
Unfortunately, I knew little of the Twilight series of movies. I knew it involved vampires and werewolves and some chick named Bella but I'd never actually seen any of that. Had I known it involved a 100-year-old vampire breaking into some teenager's room and staring down at her while she slept, I would have been much more concerned, but for now I went to sleep.
A lesson in why I shouldn’t get out of bed in the morning.
I woke up to every heterosexual teenage boy's second favorite dream (the first being a morning blowjob) of a perfume-scented head resting on each shoulder as you wake. There were the tiny complications of only having gone to bed with one woman and that, by their breathing, I could tell they were both awake.
"Good morning," I said cautiously; technically morning since it was 5:00 a.m.
"Good morning, Zane," Iona and Barbie Lynn greeted me. They both ran hands over my chest, though they gave a sudden jolt when their hands touched. I had one arm around Iona and I used that to give her a hug. My other arm was pinned by my side by Barbie Lynn's body.
I gave Barbie's thigh a squeeze and she wiggled in response.
"Okay, Barbie Lynn, this is Iona's night, so what are you doing here?" I scolded my blonde nymph.
"I'm sorry," Barbie demurred then looked to Iona and repeated the "I'm sorry."
"I understand," Iona replied, hesitating before saying after further introspection as she snuggled in, "I want to wake up this way every morning too. I like the way he smells and the way he makes me feel all warm inside, and now you owe me a night, to be shared," she stated hopefully.
"One of these days I'm going to get a say in how I spend my free time," I griped. Iona looked hurt but Barbie Lynn merely sneered.
"Don't you worry none, Iona. Zane, if you could wake up next to myself and Iona tomorrow morning, would you?" she drawled like sweet molasses.
"Yes," I grumbled petulantly, "but I'd still like to talk about it."
"Trust us, Suga, we know what's best for you and what you want. Just let us girls take care of you and you take care of all the Man Stuff."
"We'll take good care of you," Iona dog-piled on, but in a nice way.
"If it makes you feel better, you can punish us," Barbie Lynn offered. "We've been bad."
"Huh?" Iona and I questioned. Barbie flipped over and wiggled her ass against me.
"Good point. You two get to the foot of the bed, facing away from me, now!" I demanded.
"Why me?" Iona honestly worried. "What did I do wrong?"
"Do it, Iona. This is virtually a rite of passage," Barbie Lynn lied to her.
"No, it is not, and if you don't want to do it, you don't have to," I told her. She didn't know what I was going to do and she clearly was scared, but when Barbie Lynn crawled out from under the covers and moved to the foot of the bed, resting on all fours, ass toward me, she followed suit.
"If Barbie Lynn is going to do this," she muttered, "then so am I."
I followed them, positioning myself between their calves and massaging their ass cheeks lightly. Barbie shifted back and forth in anticipation; Iona couldn't de-tense. Smack!
"Oh, Yes!" Barbie Lynn yelped, then playfully wiggled her other, unmarked cheek within reach.
"I've been really bad!" she chirped cheerfully.
"No! Bad Girl," I shook my finger at her. "I'm starting to believe you aren't learning your lesson." We both knew that spanking Barbie was like throwing gasoline on a fire. Unfortunately, my purpose right now was to get them both back to their rooms, not work off my morning arousal.
I moved behind Iona and forced her legs apart. She was clearly uncomfortable when I put a hand on each hip and slowly rocked her back and forth. Barbie Lynn sat back and watched with an enchanting glow highlighting her features; clever, intuitive, and lovely all at once. I settled my body onto Iona's back, my hard-on pressing into her ass cleft and one hand rubbing her stomach.
"Zane?" Iona whispered in a scared little girl voice.
"Yes," I answered, while kissing her along her shoulder ridge.
"You, you didn't do this to Barbie Lynn," she choked out.
"Do you want me to treat you as if you were another woman?" I continued, brushing her hair to one side so I could tease her neck with my lips. That got her to finally relax.
"No," she gasped.
"Iona, you explaining sex to Zane is like a bobcat telling a wolf how to hunt deer," Barbie Lynn teased Iona. "He gets to know you, what you like, and what you want, even if you don't know what that is."
I spent another two minutes giving Iona a sensual massage, rubbing her upper arms, down along her sides, then tracing the lines of her panties before finishing with her inner thighs. Smack!
"Oh," Iona gasped from the light impact.
"Why didn't you spank me as hard as you spanked Barbie Lynn?" she wondered.
"Did you want me to leave a handprint on your ass?" I asked.
"No, I guess not," Iona admitted. "Can you answer me something?"
"I'll try," I replied.
"Why do you have those marks on your wrists and ankles?" She inquired. The room was dark so Barbie Lynn hadn't seen my little gift from the Kappa Sig's until Iona showed her what to look for.
"Zane?" Barbie Lynn demanded to know, her persona going from sensual lover to protective Dorm Mother.
"Let's not get into this right now," I sighed. They looked past me to one another but thankfully respected the peace I had requested. Had they not left together, huddled in quiet conversation, I would have been happier, but I had to be satisfied with fifteen more minutes of sleep instead. By the time I made it to the shower, everyone already knew not to ask, they were already seeking answers on their own.
Getting to breakfast involved a play-debate where I had to be the 'Bad Guy,' aka the Liberal, Baby-killing, Godless Democrat, while my mistress of the moment was the heroic Republican. I graciously allowed her to trounce me, to the cheers of my fellow classmates, when I declared that all churches should be converted to homes for unwed mothers and that church-endorsed marriage should be banned for not accepting homosexuality. Did I know my audience or what?
Never a Simple Morning
I love women, even though they will surely be the death of me. Case in point: breakfast.
I'm about to sit down with my normal companions (Rio and Iona) when a blur shoves Rio aside and takes a seat next to me.
"Zane, I've been going over the books in the school library and some,” Raven began.
"Bitch, you did not just bump me and steal my seat," Rio seethed. Raven looked over her shoulder at Rio.
"We are not in kindergarten anymore. Grown-ups chose their own seat," Raven lectured.
"Wait!" I cried out to forestall Rio's pelting Raven with the contents of her food tray.
Rio gave me barely enough time to twist my tray sideways, half-stand, and pull the Hellion onto my lap. I wouldn't displace Iona and that was the only place in this section of the table for her to sit.
"Nice hood ornament," Raven smirked.
"You and me are far from done," Rio snarled.
"What, you don't know what 'ornament' means so you opt for something out of 'Goodfellas'?" Raven taunted.
"Stop!" I barked. "Rio, Raven, Raven, Rio; Rio is my twin-soul and Raven is going to help me get through English this semester so for my sake, would you both please play nice?"
Neither girl would budge so I took the initiative.
"Raven, I think we can get access to the libraries at UV and George Mason; I'm sure they have tons more material for us to use," I offered.
"How are you going to manage that?" Raven was skeptical.
"Yeah, Brainiac," Rio parroted. "How are you going to do that?"
"I'll have one of the Sorority sisters help me with UV and we'll have Iona hack Lance Wellington's password from his phone," I explained. "That will get us into Mason."
"Only an idiot would store their password on a portable storage device," Raven stated with confidence. "Someone smart enough to get into George Mason wouldn't do that."
"Ha, ha, ha," Rio laughed. "Raven, there are smarts, then there are real smarts. Any knucklehead can crack some books and get into a law school but it takes an adult to know when the rules do and don't apply."
"That makes no sense," Raven stated with authority.
"Raven, would you even consider trying to access UV or George Mason?" I asked.
"No," she admitted, "because we don't go there."
"Men build fortresses to be impregnable; God inspires men to storm them anyway," I replied.
"Which translates as, 'if Zane says he's going to get something for you, he'll do it," Rio said.
"Okay," Raven mulled it over, then, "So, Zane, how did you get those rope burns on your wrists?"
"Yeah, Zane, how did you get those marks on your wrists and ankles?" Rio inquired devilishly. I stole an accusatory look at Iona for ratting me out about my ankles.
"I went over to the Kappa Sigma House; they drugged me, took me out into the woods, performed unspeakable acts on my person, bound me to them with unbreakable oaths, drugged me again, and took me back to wake up once more at the house," I confessed.
"Seriously, if you don't want to tell us what happened, you don't need to make something up," Raven lectured me.
"Raven, if it was anyone else but Zane, I'd agree with you," Rio grudgingly admitted to Raven, "but in his case, well, this kind of crap happens to him all the time."
"Mr. Braxton," Coach Dana Gorman grumbled, "you have a student sitting in your lap, and you are not eating your breakfast."
"Oh, Coach," giggled Rio in a far-too-schoolgirl-ish manner, "I just learned that Zane and I are pregnant and that we are having twins!" My heart dropped through my guts and I didn't want to look at how much attention we had garnered.
"Not even remotely funny, Ms. Talon," Dana replied dryly. "You two haven't been here long enough for you to know if he got you pregnant, not that you can get pregnant, and it would definitely be too soon to know you had twins." I am not sure what happened next but somehow I managed to stand while not dumping Rio on her ass and wound up face to face with the coach.
"You had no right," I seethed quietly at Dana, "to publically talk about that."
"Stand down," she snarled right back.
"If she so much as sheds a tear, I will break you," I pledged, as I shifted into my fighting stance. Dana mirrored me, not about to back down.
"I'm fine, Zane," Rio said as she put a hand on my arm. "She's still angry that I turned down her lesbian advances."
"I did no such thing," Gorman stated evenly.
"So if we search your residence, we aren't going to find that banana shaped strap-on you tried to use on me?" Rio challenged the coach as she moved to my side.
"I possess no such item," Dana shot back.
"Well, we can always have a group of teachers check your place to verify my claims," Rio threatened.
"Sit down and eat your breakfasts," the coach commanded, then she stepped back and walked away. We did as instructed because chasing her down didn't seem prudent.
"How did you know she had a banana, thing in her quarters?" Raven inquired.
"Not a clue," Rio said from my lap, "but any girl that aggressive either has a boyfriend or some serious sexual aids. If she had a man, we would know about it, so she's got toys."
"And if her place gets searched, she is shamed by the discovery of her, equipment," Iona said.
"With all this craziness, how do you three ever get studying done?" Raven wondered.
"I do study," Iona stated.
"I plan to buy my grades," Rio grinned.
"I forgo sleep," I added. Privately, I was thankful that no one went near Rio's pregnancy issue. It was nobody's business, and I could deal without making a fool of myself again.
With breakfast finished, Rio headed off to find and torture Mercy, but I saw her get picked off by a senior named Anastasia. I was heading to meet with a junior named Natalie when Christina and company closed in around me.
"Who is your little friend?" Heaven said with a twinge of jealousy. Raven didn't answer the question, instead turning on me with some anger.
"You are like a dang magnet," she growled. "Do they text each other when you are leaving?"
"Yes, we do," Hope answered sternly.
"Gang, this is Raven Thorpe," I started, "and , "
"Carry my books, freshman," Heaven demanded. Without waiting for a reply, she slammed her bag into Raven's chest.
", and she is helping me with my English term project. She doesn't like me and is only working with me because she was one of the three that refused when Ms. Goodswell requested volunteers," I got out.
"What happened to the other two?" Chastity questioned.
"They claimed to be afraid that Zane would sexually molest them once alone, an excuse I think I should have used now that I've come to know him," Raven told them. Heaven was about to unleash her famous fury on Raven when Christina stayed her with a hand.
"Raven, have you ever seen Zane treat a woman badly?" Christina asked.
"Not directly. But last night he was at a Sorority house, and it is known he has a girl in his bed every night," Raven stated.
"Oh, that reminds me," I interjected, "Tawny says we are good with Kappa Sigma and that we are all invited back for their Halloween bash."
"Don't worry about a thing, Zane; I'll talk to Tawny about getting ten girls to help her set up and deal with the costuming," Christina informed me. "Raven do you know of any girl who hasn't wanted to be with him at night?"
"If Zane was a female student who had males in her room every night, none of us would talk to her," Raven stated.
"Even if she kept her virginity and never took the virginity of another?" Chastity asked.
"Do you seriously believe Zane doesn't have sex with most, if not all, of the women he hooks up with?" Raven countered.
"Iona," Christina demanded, "how many times have you gone to bed with Zane and have you lost your virginity?" Iona was shocked but finally managed to form words.
"Twice," she said sheepishly, "but I'm still a virgin and he's never tried to be anything but a gentle, lover. I feel completely safe with him."
"If it is his long-term plan to steal your virginity, you are falling right into his trap," Raven pointed out.
That brought some chuckles.
"Zane, long-term plan, he, he, he, he," Chastity lost it. "Zane's been accused of many things but over-thinking a situation isn't one of them," she told Raven.
"We like Zane a lot," Hope went on, "but he's sort of a nut."
"Last week we were trying to drive him out of school," Christina enlightened my English partner, "and on that Saturday we are at a party he invited us to off-campus. That is because Zane doesn't obsess on the past or worry too much about the future."
"And we all had a great time at the party, I might add," Heaven got her licks in.
"How is he going to have a future if he doesn't plan?" Raven persistently countered.
"Have you ever read his notes?" Iona asked.
"No," Raven admitted.
"He has a great memory and takes detailed notes, sometimes too detailed," Iona turned to me in a somewhat scolding manner. "Like sketches of the underwear Seraphina was wearing in Biology class."
"How do you know what type of underwear she has on?" Raven looked at me puzzled. I had no good answer to that that one so I decided to see what creatures I could make out of the clouds overhead.
"That little cunt flashes him," Heaven rumbled. I took a deep breath.
"To be honest, she actually hikes her skirt all the way up," I said warily, Heaven being a minefield, "but that's only because class is so boring. We also exchange notes on how to learn something besides creationism since we both plan to be doctors someday."
"Zane, what do you show her?" Christina grinned but in a friendly way. I was so hanging myself right at that moment, I simply couldn't outrun all of them.
"We occasionally sneak out to the bathroom during class and make out," I confessed.
"How do you sneak out during class?" Raven inquired.
"I have to go to the bathroom and I can't remember where it is so she guides me," I explained.
"Zane, it is three doors down from your classroom; how can you not know where it is?" Iona sounded bewildered.
"Our professor gives me a hall pass and he is rather forgetful," I related.
"So, how far did you go with her?" Heaven inquired sweetly. There was no good answer that would keep me out of trouble.
"I never kiss and tell," I evaded.
"I'll ask her when the Bible Study Team meets," Christina announced.
"Or I can ask her when the Debate Team meets," Raven added.
"Or I could make a break for the wall and make all this speculation irrelevant," I suggested.
"Not before we get our Date Night out of you," Hope warned me.
"Absolutely," Chastity said. "Hope and I have bought new dresses we want to try out on the World."
"Is there any woman he's not dating?" Raven wondered.
"I'm not dating you," I answered.
"And why is that?" Faith asked. Raven looked at me.
"Why couldn't I be addicted to something safe like prescription drugs? They don't talk back or ask embarrassing questions," I muttered.
"What was that?" Christina teased me.
"I haven't had the impression that Raven wants to spend that kind of time with me. She wants me to help her pass our class, so that's what I'm going to do," I explained.
"So if I wanted you to have sex with me, you would?" Raven requested to know.
"Nope; you are too tightly wound right now. Let's get some academic success under your belt and see what's what," I explained. "Outside of that, I find smart to be sexy."
"Zane is not going to abuse you, Raven, unless you ambush him in his bedroom," Christina said.
"Evidence suggests being naked in his bed helps," Iona related in a clinical manner.
"Oh, look!" I exclaimed. "I'm at my class now so I'm going to run away and leave the rest of you to torture me at your leisure."
"I'll see you at lunch," Christina reminded me.
"Umm, okay?" I shrugged then slipped into my class before more could be said. I had a plan, and it was complex and hare-brained because that's when I was at my best. I even let the word get out that I was up to something but only one person knew what that was, except those bitches who kept hacking my system might have a clue as well.
When I slipped back into psychology class at 11:40, my teacher, Ms. Vincent, gave me this slightly curious and very disapproving glance. When class was dismissed, she called me over.
"This get-up has a purpose, Mr. Braxton?" she glared.
"Yes, ma'am!" I responded cheerfully.
"You should be in your class uniform," she reminded me.
"Yes, ma'am, I know, but there are special circumstances," I replied nicely.
"Handmaiden's Duty?" she guessed correctly. I nodded in response. "Very well, get out of here and try to remember the proper dress code next time." One more nod and I was out the door.
As I raced off in an intercept course, I made a few calls to set things in motion. Iona was a little put out that I hadn't briefed her on my plan but she wasn't the best at keeping secrets so I would deal with her later when things made sense. By the time the files loaded and the extra participants enlisted, I stood before Christina.
Christina stood there for a second, as did her crew. I was dressed all in white, from jacket to shoes, except for a thin black tie, hardly the school uniform.
"I was thinking about what to do with you," Christina began telling me, "but I have a feeling you have something planned out."
"Yes, I do," I grinned. "Ladies, check your tablets; I've downloaded an audio-file. If you can all start it at the same time, I can begin."
"Let me get this straight: you have background music and a costume, all for your Handmaiden's Duty with me?" Christina marveled. "I don't think you understand what this tradition is all about."
"I don't know," Heaven interceded, "he seems to have worked his heart out to pull this off."
"How do we work synching the audio?" Hope asked.
"The first one to activate the file, activates it for all the systems," I informed them.
"What is on the file?" Faith inquired.
"It is a song, but it would ruin the surprise to say more," I answered.
"I'm in," Chastity smiled with anticipation.
"What do I need to do?" Christina inquired.
"Not ask me to stop," I begged.
"Oh, damn," Heaven groaned. By this time, over two dozen people had gathered around.
"Have I missed anything?" Rio gasped, nearly out of breath. "I hear Zane is going to make a total ass of himself and I don't want to miss a second of it."
"Do you know what he's about to do?" Heaven prodded Rio.
"No, which is why this should be an epic fail," she laughed. I rolled my eyes.
"Can we begin now?" I suggested. Chastity nodded and hit play. A few of the gathering knew the beat so they had a few seconds to be utterly aghast at what I was perpetrating before the first words left my lips.
Now, if you don't know Usher's Scream, you might want to listen to it to have a reference to what I was serenading Christina with. Those words, belted out on a Christian Girl's campus, certainly had an impact. Somewhere about the thirtieth second, most of the girls had their 'Oh, My God' moment as I was verbally molesting Christina in public.
I wasn't done, either. When the music began, Christina began walking toward the Dining Hall. I kept pace, doing my best Usher-moves while propositioning Christina in a very pornographic style. At first she was embarrassed, but as we progressed, I caught sight of a smile on her lips and she would brush her chest against me when I'd place myself in her path (reference the song).
We finished at the steps to the Dining Hall. I wasn't sure when we had gathered the audience but we had. I was panting and looking to Christina for approval.
"I'm not disappointed," she informed me.
"Not disappointed?" Iona gasped angrily. "He's been working on that all week long."
"And I'm sure it was a strain on his attention span," Christina replied to Iona in a condescending manner, but she was studying me and my reactions.
"Don't sweat it, Iona," I smiled to my friend, "She's saving up all that happiness for our wedding night."
"Mr. Braxton, do I even need to tell you what you've done wrong?" Doctor Topaz Larson said. She had slowly parted the crowd to get to me.
"Well, if you could please put it in order of magnitude, I'd appreciate it," I sighed.
"Propositioning another student for sexual favors, playing music at an unacceptable volume, and being out of school uniform while on campus without prior permission," she related to me.
"Well, when you put it like that, I've really messed up, haven't I?" I shrugged.
"It was my fault," Christina chimed in. "I had him do this for Handmaiden's Duty. I wanted to exhibit the degrading and corrosive aspects of popular music on today's Christian culture."
"Yes, I'm sure we all feel so, degraded," Topaz joked. "Would someone get him in the right clothes before lunch ends? Promise me."
"I'll see to it personally," Christina assured the teacher.
No sooner had Topaz departed than Rio threw herself at my feet. "Marry me, please!" Rio cried out. "I'm never going to find anyone else as fucked up as you."
"Thanks, but I know you only want me for my body," I joked right back.
"It certainly isn't for your dance moves," she grinned.
"He's quite a nice dancer," Christina stated.
"Oh, come on," Rio complained, "He has all the grace of a baboon having an epileptic seizure."
"We had better help him out, then," Cordelia stated in a manner I found to be suspicious. Where had she come from? "He's going to need all his best moves come Spring Break."
"It is one night," I shrugged. "How hard could it be?"
"Oh, we'll see," Cordelia smirked, then sashayed past us toward the food line.
"I don't like the sound of that," Chastity worried.
"Worry later; right now we need to get some food, then go back and get Zane dressed," Christina directed.
"I can help with that," Heaven volunteered, immediately happily followed by,
"I can dress myself," I muttered.
"Zane, we aren't worried about you; we are worried about someone waiting in ambush," Chastity reminded me. "That lock on your door doesn't seem to work all that well."
"Hey, your lawyer cancelled for today," Iona read off her phone, she was my schedule planner.
"Damn," I grumbled. I was looking forward to further, consultations.
"Zane, you are probably the only man I've ever heard upset over missing a mandatory legal meeting," Christina noted.
"God damn it, Zane!" Rio mocked me, "Is no one safe?"
"For the love of God, just take me back to my place so I can throw myself off the roof," I groaned.
"First we feed you and then we let you kill yourself," Christina directed. Sadly, she didn't follow through on that because I still live.
Known by the company of the women I Keep.
A note to all guys: if a girl/girls ask you to pick any movie you want, then gives you a suggestion, you cannot win. In this case, Chastity and Hope were 'curious' what the movie The Loved Ones was like but I could chose whatever I wanted. I wisely chose The Loved Ones. For those who don't know, it is about a completely insane girl with too much money and a deep obsession with some poor schmuck.
My two dates, the Archery Goddess and She Who Can Kill You from 500 Meters, found the movie side-splitting and couldn't fathom why I was somewhat horrified through most of it. For me, the moral of the story seemed to be never saying no to a girl. I had a feeling I was being trained.
We were chatting it up when Chastity reminded me,
"Zane, don't forget we have our first Soccer game on Saturday morning."
I noticed two cute girls about our age angling in right after she said that.
"Hey," the cheerful, slender girl with the shoulder length dirty-blonde hair said, "You are 'that' guy, aren't you?"
"That guy?" Hope interjected suspiciously.
"That Zane guy from the video," the new girl explained. "Zane," she moaned sensually. Oh, yay. No one said anything for five seconds, then both Hope and Chastity started laughing uproariously.
"Yes, that would be me," I confessed. "Are you at U V, girls?" They were: Erin, Poli-Sci and Gerry, Business.
"Are your dates Kappa Sigma's?" Erin asked.
"Oh, God, no," Hope chuckled. "We are at FFU. So is Zane, but that's a long story."
To be continued in part 10, By FinalStand for Literotica.