My Only Talent Ch. 27

She was fairly certain he would not call for help from others and advertise his predicament. She was going to have to re-examine this whole Dominatrix thing. It certainly got Cindy, the Judge and Auguste very excited, and it had a very positive effect on the judge's life. The jury was still out on Professor Haubenfelter, so to speak. She would be interested to see his next publication and public appearance.

But the Dominatrix act had really done nothing much for her. She realized that she loved doing it for Millie and Lara because it made them come so. She knew it from the other side when she had been taken for a wonderful ride in the trapeze after a long training run. But she felt embarrassed when she thought about dominating Robbie after his first Marathon. She thought taking advantage of him would excite her and being in control would make it even better.

It had gotten him off, but also seemed to confuse him. She felt a little guilty about that. Then when he had fucked her so hard the next time they were together and made her come like never before, and she realized that was his natural way. When he told her he loved her and was going to fuck her like that again it made her melt like butter in a hot pan. Perhaps it was her natural way too, even if she didn't like the idea intellectually. But there was nothing intellectual about how hot it had made her, and the orgasms just about made her black out. She still had dreams about Robbie her doing her like that, and maybe she always would.

Three more days in DC with her folks and then back to Austin. This coming semester, she was head TA for one huge freshman section and the only TA for a relatively large upper division section, so she had lots of work to do as classes began. But, she decided to take at least one evening to ask Robbie to buy her some pizza and take her up to his dorm room. She stretched under the covers and decided to daydream about that for a while.

*******

We stayed long enough at the PIG house for me to down some decent appetizers: my stomach was already growling even if it had only been about two hours since dinner at the dorm. I had set up our planned route to minimize the distance we had to walk to cover all the 'open house' style stuff tonight besides PIG. It reminded me of the Konigsberg Bridge Problem we had studied in math.

I got lots of 'drop by' invites, and Kevin helped me toss out the 'total losers' and 'service frats' so I could focus on the more interesting ones. The next two nights were invitation only deals held for people they truly considered serious PNM material, plus the very interesting 'slumber party' invite the final night at the Booties, Beta Omicron Tau, AKA the Big Ol' Titties. We headed east toward the law school to visit the Gamma Iota's and the Bi Kappa Sigma's, AKA the "Skull Fuckers" for their chosen symbols and supposedly sexual predilections.

According to Kevin, both considered themselves top four, but were actually middle of the pack second tier houses. I hadn't realized that there was such a pecking order (my father called it a 'peckerwood order' and said only about 10% of the 'elite' frat guys ever accomplished anything in the real world), how much stock some of the houses placed in it, and how much disagreement and self delusion there was about who ranked where.

Neither of these two houses dressed as well as the PIGs, but then neither did the male models in GQ. But I did notice one obvious and very disturbing faux pas: khaki pants and boots without the proper accessories! In Austin, if you wear a nice white button down collar shirt with khaki pants and boots, there are then two hard and fast rules that automatically follow.

First, the boots should be burnt orange and/or incorporate an unmistakable and obvious Longhorn image. If you must wear plain boots, then you have to add a very large and showy Longhorn belt buckle to your outfit. Failing those rules, you might be mistaken for an Aggie, God forbid. These guys were breaking those rules, and a couple of them were chewing tobacco, which was too Aggie even for most Aggies these days. If you chew Red Man and have goat shit on your boots, you are considered an Aggie no matter what else you wear or where you went to school. All of their members suddenly seemed a little more goofy and inappropriate. There were some good looking girls there, but they mostly seemed to be dumb as a post, not as bright and interesting as I like them, and I also smelled a very high percentage of tobacco smokers, which put me off even further. They did seem to be the exactly the right kind of girls to "skull fuck", I suppose. We are outta here.

Then we dropped in at the largest of the 'multi-cultural' houses: Lambda Gamma Beta, about which Kevin had said, in a tone he usually reserved for wild porn web sites: "You gotta see this place!" They were true to their ideals, combining, or 'mixing' both genders, indeterminate genders, and the androgynous 'Pats' as they were known, into one rainbow membership base, and welcoming all sexual orientations and practices. How many potential variations were there? I figured it was at least six factorial!

Most people on campus called them the 'Rainbow Greeks' or 'LGBT', although I wasn't sure about the transsexual part. Who was? Many Greeks also called them 'the Tri-Lam's', a reference to the fictional frat in the movie 'Revenge of the Nerds', but they were not actually part of the official 'Lambda Lambda Lambda' frat, which was founded long after the movie was released. They had a reputation for wild and crazy parties, and a house with very unusual décor. I wondered about the pre-op transsexual lead singer from the Chicksie Dicks. He had left for Brazil right after the Halloween parties, and had certainly had his surgery by now. There would be several months of rehab, after which he was planning to return to Austin, enroll in school as an official woman, and ask me out. Would he pledge LGB?

I am not sure you would call it 'curb appeal' but their house had a very distinctive appearance indeed. As we entered, I was hit by the most disparate jumble of Suzie signals I had ever heard. Every wavelength, amplitude, tone, and overtone was represented, and I got a perspective I had never had before. It was like a lab exercise in signal processing and I learned some things, including a lot of 'mixed mode' content I don't think I had encountered before, and I almost felt like I should sit down and take notes.

We were greeted by their designated 'Rush Rainbow', who reminded me strongly of the 'Serge' character from the Beverly Hills Cop movie. He (I assume) introduced himself as Reynaldo 'Patsy' Klein, and emitted no Suzie signals whatsoever that I could detect, but he took one look at Orinda and let out a strange shrill cry: "Oh my, you are the most exotically beautiful thing I have ever seen. Why haven't I seen you on the covers of fashion magazines yet?"

He circled her twice, a 720 degree tour, while making comments like "unbelievable", "look at those cheekbones, look at those eyes" and "Booty-luscious Baby!" He was of course exactly right. "I am doing an MFA in photography, and you are obviously fine art, and I want to photograph you. How's about it, deary?" Orinda laughed, and said maybe, giving me a shy but hot look that made my heart beat fast, and that also said she was going to do it, and enjoy it. She was definitely coming out of her shell. Then another, highly androgynous person appeared, dressed in grey jeans and a grey shirt, and whispered in Patsy's ear.

He looked up at me in shocked surprise, and emitted another shrill cry: "Get the fuck outta here! The Master, at our party? Oh God, I wish you were in costume. I have my leash up in my room!"

Orinda giggled, but then put an arm on my shoulder, saying "I am afraid I am his exclusive pet tonight, Patsy!" He groaned, and said "That's something else I would like to photograph! You are both officially offered bids to pledge right this very minute!"

A bunch of people gathered around and gawked at us for a while, and I overheard some interesting conversations and new terminology, including 'excessively hetero-normative', 'basic bozo breeders', 'toggafs' , 'hopelessly straight', 'peg out', 'tuesgay night lights', 'heterosexist patriarchy', and 'Regnarian degeneracy'. It sounded like the sociology class Oiler told me he was forced to take as an elective because it was the only thing that fit into his schedule. I certainly didn't feel accepted. In fact, Patsy turned out to be the only person who treated us nicely. Oh well.

Then we went to visit Kevin at ZZZ. Things must have been a little slow; three guys offered Orinda cups of instant stripper in the first minute we were there. They had a major and very successful rush push in the fall, and were just looking to pick up a few new members in the spring. Their Prez took me aside, after ogling Orinda for a moment, to try to close me for ZZZ, while Lou Baby and Kevin seemed to be giving Orinda the third degree.

We finally agreed that I would be an "honorary" ZZZ member, attending as many mixers as I could and helping the brothers target girls. I also committed to come to Seder at their house and to join one of their annual rituals - a big delegation of members and alums that traveled en masse to tailgate and party at an away football game. He also told me that I could expect some serious sales efforts from a couple of other houses besides PIG. As always, ZZZ had some great food out, and I was already hungry again, so I planned to stay close the buffet line here until about 12:45, before Orinda and I walked back east to Candy's place.

All of the pledge class, except Kevin who was under the watchful eyes of Lou, asked Orinda to dance, and she had a great time dancing while I settled my stomach. She was a fabulous dancer, and certainly the center of attention on the dance floor, whetting my appetite for the night to come. Finally she got a little plate of food and another big cup of instant stripper and sat down next to me to talk.

"So, Robbie, Lou certainly has some interesting stories to tell about you. " She gave me that female look that said 'time to be on the defensive, you ignoble male', but I wasn't having any.

I gave her my best Dom look, which admittedly wasn't nearly as good as Suzanne's. "Three days from now, you will have some much more interesting stories to tell than she does." Orinda dropped her eyes and smiled. What a wonderful girl. I tuned her Suzie, again noting the almost total lack of sexual experience, in stark contrast to her intense and powerful fantasies. It made me curious.

"So, Orinda how is it that you don't have more sexual experience?"

She looked at me suspiciously. "How do you know I don't have lots and lots of experience?"

"Come on, Orinda. They don't call me the Master for nothing. I can tell when you aren't telling me the truth. Never forget that. You have to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth about your sexual desires. And you, my lovely little hottie, have some serious desires that have yet to be fulfilled. Why is that?"

She looked slack jawed for a moment, then sighed, and answered: "My grandmother taught me to always be in control, and to always be on guard against the evil male sperm. The pill wasn't to be depended on, nor could you trust condoms, and that all men are essentially lab rats with multiple STDs that have to be monitored, defended against, trained and controlled by a woman. So I had incredible lust in theory, but could not let myself go in practice with any of the real guys I knew."

"That's why I decided to let myself go with you. Lizzie Faye told me what she saw in that laundry room, in great detail, and I wanted some of that for myself. The dorm gossip pipeline was also full of information about the two girls you had on leashes at those parties, and everyone agrees that they are both very smart and very beautiful, and I figure that they wouldn't have been crawling around on the floor for you unless it was working for them and getting them off. Three days of getting what I know I need without a bunch of drama and rigmarole before or after sounds just fine to me."

"Including what Candy has in mind for you?"

She giggled. "That sounds okay for starters, but hopefully it won't be limited to just that."

"Orinda, you have the Master's word that it won't be limited to just that!" What a wonderful girl.

*******

Lara was looking forward to getting back to Austin. She had loved spending time with her grandmother, especially since her dad seemed so happy now that he was with Lillian Gush. Getting away from school had been a good break, but getting away from Robbie was not so good. She missed Suzanne, too. Truth to tell, she missed Millie too, even though she accepted that her training was over. Once the Christmas stuff was over, boredom inevitably began to set in.

She took to updating and improving her skiing ability, and enjoyed for a while the series of instructors of various nationalities who asked her out as a result of meeting her on the slopes. There had also been a couple of earnest sons of Colorado neighbors, a few years older than her, who were just finishing an MBA or a law degree, and considered accessorizing with her as they began the climb up the corporate ladder, or just positioning themselves to benefit from her father's money. But none of them gave her the slightest thrill.

*******

We said our goodbyes at ZZZ, and started the walk back east toward Candy's place. I heard a little buzzing Suzie emerge from Orinda as we walked, and it seemed to me that her hips were swaying a little more than normal, too. I had heard lots of rumors about the complex where Candy lived.

It was very close to campus, and the apartments were modern looking with all the cool stuff that all the cool kids wanted: disposals, dishwashers, microwaves, washers and dryers, and Wi-Fi access all over the complex. That summarized all the pros. The cons included a very dirty, noisy and presumably overloaded and poorly maintained elevator, a management staff that could barely dress themselves, a swimming pool that was actually an incubator for a whole taxonomy of microorganisms, with a hot tub that was even worse.

It also had walls so thin you could hear everything that went on in the nearby PIG house and the neighboring apartments, from loud sophomoric philosophical discussions to noisy, if often mercifully brief sexual encounters. I was operating on the assumption that my beautiful Candy would keep her place hygienic, and that we would not want to listen to anyone else's sexual activity.

The multi-colored stucco exterior intended to look like a European village wasn't so effective when poorly lit at night: it merely looked jumbled. We didn't even consider the elevator, but someone had puked in the stairwell earlier in the evening, providing the appropriate West Campus ambience, plus some questionable footing. Candy's place turned out to be on the southwest side of the complex. We were one minute early. Despite her obvious quivering anticipation, Orinda refused to knock even one minute early. I will never understand women.

Candy opened the door in an outfit right out of Victoria's Secret, and Orinda and I both involuntarily drew in a loud and very audible breath. Candy giggled, and then spoke with emphasis. "That's just the reaction I was hoping for! Come into my parlor." She giggled again. She offered us seats and some bottled water. It seemed weird to me to just talk instead of 'getting down to business' but that must have been me thinking with the brain between my legs.

I forced myself to tune their Suzies, and discovered both were truly fired up - but intensity did not necessarily mean urgency - they both wanted to anticipate and enjoy. I could do that - for a while. Candy had the 'smooth jazz' cable music channel playing through an amp and speakers that sounded pretty good. She also had what I have learned is almost always sexually symbolic for young women: candles going in several places around the apartment. I remembered from somewhere that there are almost 7,000 residential fires in the Unites States started by candles each year. Maybe I do have a future as an actuary, after all.

Orinda licked her lips and noticed something on the coffee table that led her into a conversational ploy. "Do you and your roommates play a lot of Scrabble, Candy?"

Candy smiled. "Well my roommates won't be back in town for a few more days - and they never play Scrabble. I thought you two might want to play with me, but not Scrabble." The double entendre almost dripped from her lips.

Orinda moved closer on the couch, put a hand on Candy's knee, and cooed. "So, uh, what's your major?" Zing went the strings of my dick, er, ah, heart. Sprong!

Candy kept her gaze focused on Orinda, as she slid her hips a little lower on the couch and moved her knees a few inches further apart. "Well, I am actually a very serious pre-med student, but for the next few days before classes start again, I want to relax and let my hair down, so to speak." You didn't need a Suzie receiver to know some sparks were about to fly.

Sitting on the other side of the couch, I put my hand on Candy's other knee, and said "Some ground rules: I will never talk to anyone about anything we three do together. I will tell you both what I need and want and expect you to do it for me. I want you to both tell me, and each other, with complete honesty, what you need and want."

Candy sighed and put one hand on each of our hands, moving them up to cup her breasts. "That's enough talk."

*******

Saskia Grandael turned out of her parent's driveway onto Camino Estancia and then onto Silver Springs Drive, blending into Sunland Park and passing the mall her mother usually shopped at on her way to the I-10 to head east back to Austin. She was leaving earlier than she originally told them - literally leaving in the middle of the night, but traffic would be light and that would make her trip faster. It would take at least 8 hours of driving, even with her lead foot, given gas and bathroom stops along the way. Her tank wasn't completely full - she would probably make her first stop in Fort Stockton.

She had quickly grown tired of playing with all her sister's children, and her mom's incessant comments about Saskia's remaining single. At least this visit no one had wondered openly if she was a lesbian. She certainly hadn't told anyone she was (mostly) straight, either. She also hadn't told anyone about her growing sexual fantasies and preoccupation, almost to the point of obsession, and thus her lack of true release for many months, and she probably never would. She forced herself to think of earlier, more pleasant times in Austin.

She was still recovering from the awful shock when she learned that Bob the Knob had been replaced as her department head by Arturia Colorado. It was like going from having a brilliant and laughing Robin Williams as a boss to suddenly having to report to Joan Rivers on crack, except Joan Rivers was occasionally funny. There was nothing funny about Arturia Colorado. Three people had already left, and Duke Knorr was frantically looking for an RA gig anywhere else, even A&M.

Saskia was stuck - she had completed 99% of the planned work on her post doc, and had several papers worth of results written up and ready to publish, but Arturia could stop the whole process by just holding onto the paperwork for a while. She had done it before, requiring one other poor and trapped postdoctoral student to spend two years of work repeating and reworking a study on contractility in pig heart muscle that Arturia had botched in the first place. His real work was thus delayed and less impactful when it was published. Saskia did find it momentarily pleasant to think about the physiological experiments one might do on Dr. Colorado, though. Perhaps some extensive thalamic tract pain studies while she was awake and immobilized? Wouldn't be ironic to use Dr. Colorado, who delighted in trapping students in her service, as a subject in a study on locked in syndrome?