My Only Talent Ch. 33

Oiler met Russel and I in the foyer, and we went through to the dining hall. My favorite cook was doing a fish fry, complete with corn on the cob, green beans, collard greens, and corn bread. Brain food, I hoped.

Esmerelda came in just as we finished eating, wearing a plain white windbreaker with a Longhorn logo. Oiler signaled her to follow us into the study hall, then put a "do not disturb" sign on the door.

He introduced Esmerelda to Husky. "Mr. Varna, I present the most attractive and effective math tutor in Texas, Esmerelda Estigoy!" He then left, closing the door behind him.

Husky looked skeptical. Esmerelda motioned for us to sit at the front table, and stood up near the white board. "I am going to take both of you on a little mathematical journey, and as long as you give the correct answers and make the right inferences, I will also do my Gypsy Rose Lee act."

Russel now looked very attentive. She looked very pointedly at him and asked what a limit was, and why it was important. This stuff I knew from last semester, and Russel could parrot the book, but he couldn't really put it in his own words properly, at least unprompted. Esmie walked him through it, theatrically unzipping the windbreaker as his answers got better. She now had his full and undivided attention. He kept up through left and right hand limits, limits that did not exist, continuity, slopes, tangents, and finally derivatives. She then asked him to summarize. Moving seductively to convey whether his answers were 'getting warmer'. We all were.

Soon the windbreaker was gone, revealing a very tight white sweater above some even tighter jeans. Anti-derivatives, polar coordinates, integration by substitution and integration by parts followed, with Russel and I both tuned in, turned on, and following along just fine. We just left his first semester course behind and moved into my multi-variable syllabus.

Esmerelda then dramatically removed the tight sweater, revealing what was either the thinnest and tightest body suit ever, or full body paint and/or tattoos. It shimmered and changed colors in the light, the patterns changing so fast that it was difficult to identify the actual shape of her body. But both our eyes soon managed to understand that she was built like the proverbial masonry outhouse. Full figured, but muscular and poised like a gymnast. We were now two mouth breathing male students, and totally captivated by her presentation.

She continued with hyperbolic trig functions, and the basic algorithms of numeric integration methods. She reviewed all of the pool table equations of motion she had run me through before, burning them anew into Russel's panting brain. She paused, hands provocatively on hips, breasts proudly up and out.

"Do you boys think you are up for a little advanced calculus?"

Our heads bobbed like bobble head dolls.

She went through vector notation, the right hand rule, unit vectors, dot products, cross products, and began on gradient, divergence and curl, using the incredible curves of her magnificent breasts to illustrate each concept.

At one point she leaned over near Husky's face and touched the top aspect of her left breast and asked him, "If I put a drop of water here, where would it go?"

He hummed and said "Heaven!" She giggled and prompted him for a more detailed and correct answer in vector parlance, which he provided. She continued with further examples, and then said, "Okay guys, you are both ready for some final practice problems and then your exams. I will send you some problems to work and return to me. If you do well, we might take up Fourier and Laplace transforms. If you get all that right, we are talking Bikram Yoga demonstrations."

Husky groaned. She gave us both a hug and a kiss on the check, then put her clothes back on and donned her huge engagement ring, and waved goodbye, sashaying out the door and back toward campus. I looked at the clock. It was almost 11 PM. My how time flies.

Russel took two deep breaths, and said. "Holy Moly, Robbie. I love math! I am so glad I came to Texas. But what about that engagement ring? What would her fiancé think if he saw her tutoring us today?"

I laughed and leaned back in my chair. "He helped her design that whole lesson, Husky. He is an assistant professor of education, about ten years older than we are. He is developing a set of new techniques for teaching that engage sexual attraction to get and keep the students attention. She puts you in a sexual trance, and when you come out of it you understand stuff you didn't get before!"

"No kidding. I am high on math! Never thought I would feel that. What about her fiancé?"

I laughed again. "Tonight at dinner, she will tell him all about it. First what worked and what didn't and what they might change to make it more effective. And then, sparing no detail, she will tell him how she pricked teased a famous football recruit for three hours, and then they will fuck their brains out."

"Wow. Would she be interested in tutoring some more football players?"

She and her fiancé would probably write a paper on it. Suddenly I had a goal of my own: pass math and linguistics. If I did, I was going to give myself a little end of semester reward party. I would invite Saskia, and the med school postdoc hottie who was so attracted to her, and my two classmates, Rene' and Rene'. Like my dad said when doing sales force restructuring, "Sometimes the first thing you want to do is train the trainers." Good advice, I thought.

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Kevin's dad had a wide variety of clients, with a wide variety of legal needs. Many were very poor personal injury plaintiffs with good cases, and some were very rich defendants, served (and billed) exhaustively regardless of how good or bad their cases were. He also did a lot of 'sports and entertainment law' which included working with clients and their agents to capture and codify the results of some pretty wild negotiations, protect their high profile clients from sexual assault charges and paternity suits, defend drug possession charges, draft iron clad prenuptial agreements when required, handle divorce cases very aggressively, and sometimes make damaging witnesses or evidence very hard to find.

Kevin had some amazing stories to tell, sans names or clearly identifying information, sometimes switching cities and/or sports or leagues when telling them. When he talked about a California based basketball star with 8 children by 7 different women, I knew he was talking about a football player from New York, for instance. One of the things Kevin's dad provided, at an astronomical daily rate, was "safe houses" owned by untraceable shell corporations where clients could hide out from wives, girlfriends, process servers, and the press. One of these safe houses was a big fancy condo at Horseshoe Bay, way around on the 'other side' of Lake Travis, furthest from Austin.

Kevin has struck a deal with his dad. He would visit the condo occasionally to make sure it had not been trashed by weekend parties, and was being serviced and maintained properly by the property manager and contractors his dad had hired. He would also collect any damning evidence that had been left behind before it came to the attention of the police or the press. In return for these sensitive but critical services, Kevin got the use of the place when it was not scheduled by clients.

He had only recently revealed this to me, in conjunction with his plan to 'do' Lou as we had discussed early in the first semester. I proposed using her attraction to Suzanne to 'trigger' the situation, and he got enthusiastic, but then I paused, asking him directly to be sure.

"Kevin, tell me this. At one point you thought Lou Baby was going to be a long term mate and wife for you, and you wanted to back off on the 'two guys make her give it all up for them' scene. What has changed?"

He looked funny for a minute. "Well, when it comes to fantasy, I just gotta go with reality, Robbie!"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Well, I have to be realistic. If I want to make hot movies and audition comely starlets all day, I will need an understanding wife to come home to at night."

I must have looked incredulous, as he continued.

"Think about it. I don't need a divorce or all that drama and turbulence. If I want to sample the starlets, maybe Lou Baby might want to help with that. And if she wants to sample the occasional male star or stars, maybe I should make some allowances for that, too, as long as she stays with me. I don't think she has ever gone all the way with a woman, but I know she would do anything, and I do mean anything, that Suzanne wanted her to. So let's take them out to the condo, and let Suzanne tease Lou into a frenzy, and then all three of us will fly her to the moon. Would Suzanne do that?"

I told him about what she said when he and Lou discovered us in the dorm a few nights ago.

He jumped up. "Hot damn!"

But I had a few reservations. "But this will be the three of us doing Lou Baby, not you doing Suzanne. Understood?"

"Yeah. Just seeing Lou with Suzanne together may be the hottest thing I have ever laid eyes on. Lou and I both well remember when they danced together at that party. Sometimes we talk about it to get each other hot. And there is a special video game table at the condo that we can program to make some things happen, too. Leave that to me. I will invite you two to a weekend at the condo, and we will play the special game and see what happens."

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Once Keven decided to go ahead with the double teaming of Lou Baby, the next key step was getting Suzanne on board for the 'triple-team'. I wondered if she would hesitate, but I hoped to appeal to her 'wild college day's' side. I suppressed my thoughts about hypocrisy – man is a rationalizing animal. But I actually had trouble raising the subject, because first I had to get her to stop waxing enthusiastic about Nora.

"The most amazing thing is her ability to bounce back. Just when I thought was she is totally satiated and exhausted, she got me going again! And watching her with Lara made me understand for the first time how guys get addicted to porn. They were so hot and so beautiful, and so good with each other, I almost felt like I should just watch them and not intrude."

She giggled.

"But when they reach out to you and ask you to touch something, anything, you just can't refuse them!"

That I certainly understood. She looked thoughtful and stopped talking for a moment, which gave me a chance to make my case for making Lou Baby. She had no trouble visualizing what would happen to Lou, but she had some questions.

"Is Kevin really okay with this?"

I hesitated. "Yes. I had dropped the subject, but he brought it back up on his own."

"Did he say why?" She gave me an expectant look. "Does this mean he isn't interested in her for the long term and he only wants her for a hot college girlfriend? Or that he could be willing to work with her desires long term?"

Tell the truth Robbie. "Well, it is about their future, but it's not that simple. I think it's more about being sure she could accommodate his desires. Keven wants a long term relationship with a nice Jewish wife and kids, but with someone that is accepting of the idea of him bedding lots of his potential starlets."

She put her tongue on her upper lip and looked thoughtful. "So if he is with Lou Baby, they could fuck the starlets together?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "I guess that might work."

She put her tongue on her upper lip again, and made sure I was looking before she spoke.

"What if Lou Baby wanted to try out some of the aspiring male stars, too?"

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It was that most special of nights at the Beauford Halbert Jester Center Dining Hall – pizza night. There was nothing special about the pizza, though. Plain cheese or pepperoni pizza made dozens of pies at a time with ingredients all ordered from the Sysco Customer Solutions catalog, delivered in bulk by big diesel Sysco trucks, and baked in giant natural gas fired ovens that seemed to be covered by acres of stainless steel. It did serve to create the proper mood, though.

Yeasty and doughy, the very typical institutional pizza was enough to evoke a practiced and very desirable reaction in Suzanne Pliskin and I: rabid post prandial lust. Pure and simple, stereotyped and predictable, and totally wonderful. Tonight was even more special than usual, as we were to be joined for dinner (and hopefully other things) by the lovely Nora Upman.

Thanks to my doting mom, I had plenty of Bevo Bucks for the guest meal cards. Suzanne arrived first, and her outfit almost stopped my heart for about 5 beats, because all the blood stayed below my waist for that long. She had gone full Catholic School girl: An off-white blouse that made her light olive skin tones pop, a little red vest that hugged her waist and breasts, a red and black plaid skirt, shining raven black hair up in a single ponytail, and black high heeled boots. Fully 90% of the eyeballs in the dining hall her followed her entrance.

She strutted in, heels clicking, and took my arm. "Let's wait for Nora and then join the dinner line." She smiled, haughtily, then leaned in and hugged me.

Then she whispered in my ear, "Oh my, Robbie, I have forgotten to wear my panties!"

Just then, Nora came through the doors and made eye contact with me. She walked toward us on a bee line. If Suzanne was the school girl, Nora was dressed as the smoking hot but very proper Head of School. Her platinum hair was up in a bun, tied with a black ribbon. She had a dark grey pinstripe skirted suit with another very hot breast hugging vest, and the light pinstripe picked up the color of her hair. She wore a black silk blouse, open at the top at least for the top three buttons or so, with puffy sleeves that extended below the half-length sleeves of the suit coat. Her grey eyes were flashing and her Suzie was popping uninhibited. She took my breath away. She must have had the same effect on Suzanne, who surreptitiously slipped her hand under my tee shirt and into the top of my jeans and caressed my butt cheek.

We joined the serving line. Both girls got two pieces of pizza and some salad. I got four. I would need my strength don't you know?

We sat near a window. I thought about what to say, but soon realized all I had to do was listen.

Nora began. "Well I have been hearing about pizza night for several months now, Robbie, and I want to see this for myself. Suzanne says it is a whole new state of consciousness, and the most sexually exciting and exhausting thing that has ever happened to her!"

That was flattering, but it also worried me a bit. "So you are just going to watch?"

She giggled. "Well, at least at first ... but then I want to experience it for myself."

That, plus my reaction to their outfits, gave me an idea. A very good idea, I thought.

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Dr. Asa Weltschmerz, M.D., PhD, and lots of etc., was going over Robbie's treatment plan. He had a lot to consider: not only the 'psychiatric dermatology' issues that all young men had, and the sheer volume of sex Robbie was having, plus knowing that Lara, the daughter of Asa's best old college buddy, was completely sexually submissive to and hopelessly in love with Robbie and at least one of Robbie's other girlfriends. Most of his concerns were around Robbie's anatomically amazing fractal antenna array and the neural signals it received.

There were several things he wanted to get across to Robbie before he went away for summer break in England, where Robbie would have an engineering job and no weekly therapy sessions with Asa. First, his brain was still making connections and forming its final configuration, and his abilities and his attitudes may change a lot between now and when he was 26 or so. In fact, most of the neuroscience literature now made it pretty clear that no one's brain was really set and mature before then. Asa was shocked at the studies that showed how much chronic pot smoking could actually permanently change the way many nerve tracts were laid down in the growing brain. If he had known this when he was in school, he probably would not have smoked pot himself. But, the dried out poot weed they had when he was in school probably had one tenth the THC content of today's seeds and stems, much less the prime stuff.

He was also worried about how much more Robbie might be able to 'hear' as his capabilities continued to develop. He remembered a science fiction story about a guy who developed the ability to read minds. At first he just got hints and glimpses of other people's thoughts. Then he got more and more, until he was hearing everything. He soon learned that even his loving wife hated his guts about 25% of the time, and he just couldn't take it, killing himself to 'stop the hateful thoughts from coming in.' If Robbie could hear not just the women that were attracted to him, but began to sense the naked desires of lots of other people, like pederasts and sadists, could he go crazy too?

Asa had also begun to form, in his mind only with no written notes, his own hypothesis about how Robbie did what he did, and some ways to test it. He also pondered how much to tell Robbie about what may be going on, and how much to tell him about what might happen in the future. It was probably too early to ask Robbie to donate his brain to science when he died.

He had only two more sessions with Robbie before the end of school. He had to make them count.

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With the proper yeasty pizza mood set, we made our way up in the elevator and stepped out to find, not surprisingly, our resident lounge lizard Joisey Al camped out on the sofa in the lounge, decked out in his burnt orange and white hoody footy suit. He smiled when he saw Suzanne, but then his face froze when he saw Nora with her. I didn't need a Suzie receiver to deduce his thoughts: just how does this freshman putz end up with both these amazing women coming to his room?

Suzanne spoke to him in Italian and he replied rapidly and fluently, which prompted Nora to join in. Then she tried German, and the three of them spoke rapidly again, with Al clearly being enchanted. The Suzanne made a remark in what I had learned was probably Polish.

Al's eyes got even bigger. "My aunt Iga taught me some Polish, too, Suzanne."

Nora then reverted to English. "Are you going to be on campus during the summer, Al?"

He was clearly excited by her interest, and nodded his head happily. I was pretty sure he wasn't planning on going to any classes, though, so he would have lots of free time.

She smiled. "I am graduating this semester, and will not be here this summer. I need someone to take my place in an international program I volunteer for, acting as interpreter and tour guide for groups of European exchange students that visit campus during the summer and perhaps come back as exchange students later. Since you have German, Italian and Polish, you would be an ideal candidate."

Suzanne took Al by the hand, stroking it gently. "I must warn you that the vast majority of these students are young, impressionable farm girls who are fascinated with all things American. So there is the potential for, shall we say, entanglements."

Al ripped a page from a text book that someone (not him) had left on the lounge table and wrote his contact info on it, and stuffed it into Nora's hand. She smiled.

I led both girls down to the room. Kevin was out at the condo in Horseshoe Bay, re-programming the game machine. Come to think of it, I needed to talk to my tech guru Cisco about checking the place for webcams, microphones, Wi-Fi sniffers, etc. before we let it all hang out there with Lou Baby. Lara was in Houston at a two-day legal seminar on "The Evolving Law of Gender Roles" at Rice. So it was up to me to entertain my two guests! Duty calls. I locked the door behind me, and slipped into my planned role for the evening.