The Ponytail Express

Chapter 7: Having the Floor

Fred planned to spend another night in Deb’s room, but he needed to go by his own first to pick up some things. Stratford Hall was a male only dorm and as he came onto his floor, the resident assistant was sitting in the lounge area. Upon seeing Fred, he stood, calling him over like a cop on valium. Fred forgot the guy’s name; they had spoken little.

“Fred Markinson?”

Fred strolled over, trying to look intrigued. “That’s me.”

“Andy Ditmer.” He offered a hand. Fred shook it, giving it a good grip. Andy’s handshake had the consistency of soggy oatmeal.

“Hello, Andy.” Fred waited.

“There’s a man in your room. I think he’s in law enforcement. Can you tell me anything about that?”

Fred’s mind raced. He looked up and to the left as casually as possible. He shook his head to show he had no clue.

“I reported a traffic accident earlier today. Maybe that’s it.” Fred remained calm despite wondering who the fuck was in his room. It couldn’t be law enforcement.

“Fred, I want you to know you can talk to me if you’re having trouble. Think of me as a big brother.” Andy’s words rang hollow; still, Fred nodded, trying to look agreeable.

“Thanks Andy. I guess I’ll have to see if that’s what this is all about. Wish me luck.” He grinned.

Andy gave him a smile that was all smarm. “Good luck!”

Fred walked to his room, then turned around to look at Andy, who was getting ready to leave to go do whatever he was going to do. Fred already couldn’t remember his name.

“Say, Andy?” The RA turned to acknowledge Fred.

“Did he flash you any identification?”

Andy gave it a thought. “I’m pretty sure he did.” He didn’t look too sure about that.

Fred waved at him and flashed an empty grin. “Thanks again, Andy.” Without stopping to wait for a reply, he went into his room. Before he did, he set his cellphone to record, then put it in his front pocket.

The man stood at about 5 feet, 10 inches and wore a three-piece suit typical of detectives. Fred smelled gun oil and knew he was carrying. He wore cologne that smelled good, but there was an undertone of old vinyl and the coppery scent of blood. Fred knew this man worked for Mr. Terry. He wondered how long he had been waiting in his room. He must have heard them talking outside. Fred played dumb like a fox. That wasn’t too hard; until Sunday, he had been doing that for most of his life.

“Are you Frederick Markinson?” The man spoke with an air of authority.

“That’s me, sir.” Fred tried his best not to meet his gaze. He figured it would make himself look intimidated. Again, not too tough. He wanted to stall for time to see if his vaunted ScSc could influence this guy.

“My name is Detective Rogers. I’m working on the case and hoped you could answer some questions.”

“Sure thing, sir.” Fred walked over to him, showing he wanted to put his backpack on the desk. He was trying to invade the detective’s space as much as possible. “Can I offer you a bottle of water?”

He waved it off. The man was shorter than Fred, but more powerfully built. He had small gray eyes with bushy eyebrows, and a crewcut. From what he could smell, Fred deduced the guy shaved less than an hour ago. So not cologne, but shaving cream.

“I’m good, Frederick.”

“You can call me Fred.” Fred sat on the opposite bed, trying to appear all fidgety.

“All right Fred. First question.” Detective Rogers brandished a notepad and pen. Fred hoped he wrote a bunch of notes.

“How long have you known Mia Ryan?”

“Mia Ryan?” Fred asked, looking confused.

The detective took out a photo, setting it on the desk. Fred saw that as a great opportunity to come in closer to the guy. He moved in and craned his neck to look. Sure enough, it was a picture of Mia from a time when she looked happy.

“She looks familiar,” Fred spoke, “but if I recall, her name was Grace, not… who did you say?”

“Mia.” The man said, his eyes squinted in focus.

“Grace,” Fred said. “Met her last night. Nice girl.”

“Oh?”

“Yes sir. Met her at the Diamond, out at the casino, tending bar. She okay?” Fred wanted to sound unconcerned.

“She claims you hit her a couple times in the parking lot.”

Fred considered the angle this guy was taking. He was trying to put Fred back on his heels, so he admitted something. They knew he was with her last night and they wanted to know what his connection to her was.

“Me? Assault?” Fred chuckled. “Grace would have broken me like a twig, sir.”

“Mr. Rogers” sized him up, reconsidering. It was at that point Fred noticed the detective’s small eyes unfocused somewhat.

Rogers nodded. “Regardless, we have to follow up.” His eyes went glassy.

“Detective Rogers, I want you to tell me your first name.”

“Rick… I mean, Ken,” He looked unsure, but Fred wanted to play it cool. The guy still had a gun.

“Ken Rogers? Hope nobody gives you too much of a hard time for that name. Does anyone call you the Gambler?”

Ken sort of half-grinned; it was creepy enough to give Fred goosebumps.

“They don’t… give me a hard time.”

“Ken, you seem tired. You should sit down,” Fred motioned at his chair, pulling it out as a polite gesture. Ken nodded agreement and sat.

“Ken, if the gun belt is awkward, take it off. You can give it to me, I’ll hold it for you.” Fred hoped he hadn’t overstepped his bounds. Rick did what he was told. Fred took the offered belt and holster, hanging it off the bed at the other end of the room. Rick watched him do it, hands balled into fists as he yawned.

“I want you to hear my voice.”

“I hear your voice.”

“I want you to relax. Fall deeper into sleep, listening to the sound of my voice.”

Fred instilled obedience and loyalty, got Rick’s cell phone information, and transferred a thousand dollars into Fred’s PayPal account.

“Rick, why did you pay me a visit?”

“Mr. Terry sent me to see you knew Mia. I planned to intimidate you into admitting everything you know, discern how much of a threat you are, then drive back and report in.”

Fred sent Rick’s entire contact list to his own cell. Mr. Terry’s number was unknown. Fred asked about the prostitution camp and Niamh.

“Niamh is one of Mr. Terry’s best earners. He blackmails her by threatening to kill her cousin, Mia. She’s been turning tricks for the last couple of years.” He was playing them off with each other. Fred was still recording the conversation.

“Rick, you’re going to tell me the names of every employee you know, starting from Mr. Terry’s inner circle and moving out from there.” Time was an obstacle, so after a few minutes of names, Fred stopped him.

“Rick, I want you to give me your own opinion, since we’re friends.”

“Good friends.”

“Are Mia or Niamh in danger of getting hurt?”

“No. I think Mr. Terry keeps them around as part of an agreement he had with Oakes.”

“Who’s Oakes?”

“Niamh’s dad. Went to jail five years ago. Mr Terry took on both Niamh and Mia.”

“Oakes Riley is Mia’s uncle, Niamh’s dad?”

“Yes.”

“And by ‘take on’ you mean took into slavery.”

Rick nodded. “Yep.”

“Rick, I have another question for you. What would it take for Mr. Terry to meet with me?”

Rick considered this. “Fred, we did a background check on you and you’re fucking harmless. Mr. Terry was just doing his due diligence because Mia’s feisty and she wants out. He was making sure you would not attempt to rescue her and her cousin. Believe me when I say you do not want to meet Mr. Terry.”

Fred believed him. “Rick, you make a good argument. I don’t want to meet with him. But after you tell me how many cops you have on the payroll; I want you to tell me everything you know about the compound behind the Nugget. I want to know how to go about paying for a woman’s services out there.”

Rick was helpful. Fred wished he had more time with him, but wanted nothing looking suspicious. Rick would report back to Mr. Terry with the truth. Fred and his friends were starting up a new softball team and someone had seen Mia at the Diamond and remembered her.

Fred brought Rick out of trance after giving more commands.

“Thanks again, Detective Rogers! Have a great day.”

“You too, Fred. Thanks for your input, and thanks for the advice about changing my oil.”

“Don’t mention it.”

They shook hands. Rick let himself out. Fred watched him get into his vehicle. He texted him from his cell. Rick was sitting in the driver’s seat and had started the car, but it didn’t move. Rick stared at the text Fred had sent. It was an activation code that put him into a trance.

Fred: Kcir Dellor

Fred: Rick, can you read this?

Rick: Yes

Fred: Rick, every time you read a text from me, you’ll become more loyal, more obedient. I want you to repeat that to me.

Rick: that to me

From the window, Fred grimaced. “Fuckbeans!” He whispered.

Fred: Rick, I want you to repeat every time you receive a text from me, you’ll become more loyal, more obedient.

Rick: Every time I receive a text from you, I’ll become more loyal, more obedient.

Fred: Good, Rick. After you report to Mr. Terry, I want you to find somewhere where you have privacy, then send a text to me.

Fred brought Rick out of trance after making him delete the text message. He wasn’t sure how solid the commands were, but if he could reinforce them, he’d have an excellent friend at the casino. That alone was worth its weight in gold. Fred knew that if they managed to Free Mia and Niamh, Mr. Terry would come after them. He envisioned scenarios based on a successful mission tomorrow night; none of them ended well.

Later, in Deb’s room

Thalina’s face appeared on Deb’s laptop; it looked like she hadn’t moved from her spot in the library’s basement. Fred thought that maybe sending her a command to take better care of herself might be a good idea. Deb sat at her desk wearing a pair of running shorts that showed a lot of leg, and a black sports bra that showed off a good portion of her sexy, under-boob chest tattoo.

“What did you find out, Thalina?” Deb asked.

“Some useful stuff. There are a lot of names here. A few cops on the payroll. It would be my pleasure to arrange a 911 to raid that place. You guys could stand by to use the confusion to get both girls out.”

Deb looked at Fred. “We could go out there as a couple looking for a third. Could Rick arrange that? We could be onsite when the call comes. Quick in, quick out.”

Thalina smiled. “Damn Deb, you are hardcore! If you and Fred find yourselves in a three-way, record it! I can sell digital bootlegs and make a little cheddar!” She had an infectious laugh.

“There’s another option,” Fred offered. He came over, meaning to crouch beside Deb to get into the camera. Deb rose off the chair instead.

“I can just sit on your lap, babe,” Deb offered. Fred took the chair and Deb settled into his lap, sideways but still in view of the camera. Fred wondered how long this arrangement was going to work until he ended up inside her. His lover cleared her throat and Fred forgot he had the floor. Thalina looked amused.

“The 911 call will not work for a couple of different reasons. First, in order to operate, Mr. Terry has an arrangement with law enforcement. Any calls going to local cops will get routed to Sheriff Vincent Mackey.”

“Second, let’s say we succeed. He’s going to go after Mia and Niamh, and when he does, he’s going to find us. If we want to do this right, we need to go scorched earth with Mr. Terry. We know where his office is. We can use Rick to help us triangulate where he’ll be. If I get enough recruits on my end, we can kidnap the guy.”

“Holy shit, Deb, where did you find this guy? He’s as hardcore as you!” Thalina praised. “I can see why you’re with him. It’s the quiet ones you need to watch out for. I don’t see how you’ll be able to recruit Mr. Terry’s people away from him. Do you have something up your sleeve?”

“Oh, he’s got something all right,” Deb teased, wiggling her hips into Fred’s groin. “I think kidnapping him is a bad idea. There’s a ton of what-ifs and he’s likely to be heavily guarded. Then we’d have to walk him out of a crowded casino. Lots of things could go wrong, Fred.”

Thalina countered, “Fred’s still right about one thing. Mr. Terry will come for you guys.”

Fred thought about it. “He’s going to want to get Niamh back as soon as possible. We could lure him to a place where he’ll feel at ease. I think I know the place, too.”

“Police station?” Deb wondered. Fred nodded.

Thalina had questions. “At the police station you won’t control the situation.”

“I have contacts at the police station,” Fred explained, much to the interest of the two women.

“You do?” Deb questioned.

“My dad was a cop before he died; not here, but upstate. I might finagle an interrogation room for a bit. Maybe spend the morning at the CFPD, have Rick pick me up and head to the Casino. Maybe I can get close to the staff, make some friends. One operative is a woman named Minka. If I can get close, I could snag her.”

“I don’t think they’re going to be too friendly towards you, Fred,” Thalina spoke.

“You’re right,” Fred agreed. “Still, I want to give it a shot.”

“Fred,” Thalina began with a hint of suspicion in her voice, “I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me.”

Deb looked at her, grinning. “Thalina, did I ever tell you about that Magnolia Saola?” Her activation code used, Lina’s face went slack as she went into a trance. Given the cute hacker’s importance, she needed to know about Fred’s abilities, but she would be held to secrecy. Deb reinforced Thalina’s loyalty and trust, adding a command for her to exercise more.

“Thalina.”

“Trust sexy Deb.” The blond’s eyebrow arched. She hadn’t programmed that.

“Tell me how you feel about Onivpa Dasna.”

Thalina smiled. “I want her to use me like tissue paper. I want her to leash me up and ride me hard.”

Deb blushed, turned on by the implications of what Lina revealed.

“I knew it,” Deb muttered. A few minutes later, the cute hacker was brought out.

The mocha hued woman with the infectious laugh got back on track.

“So, Fred goes out alone ahead of the time, tries to turn as many enemies into friends as he can? Where do you fit in, Deb?”

“Oni and I are the cavalry. We can take her car out,” Deb explained.

Fred added, “I’ll go in alone, get Niamh, head out the back way to hook up with Deb and Oni. You two cover my ass if I get into trouble. Then we head straight for the CFPD. We send Benji out to the Casino in case we need reinforcements and to pick up Mia. I have a hunch we’ll need her at the station.” To Deb, the idea tasted like hot dogs in applesauce.

“You’re going to be alone for a long time, Freddy. I don’t like it.”

Lina shared in her friend’s concern. “That’s a long time to lone wolf it out there, tough guy.”

Fred shrugged. “Hey, the last thing I want to do is get in trouble, and I won’t be alone. I’ll have Rick, and if I’m lucky, this Minka woman.”

“It’s a start. Need to iron out details,” Thalina added.

Deb still wasn’t sold. “Especially since we’re going in tomorrow night.”

While Thalina made small talk with his girlfriend, Fred slid one of his hands to Deb’s back thigh, giving it a pinch and a gentle squeeze, sliding up to that magnificent ass. To that, he gave a loving caress. Deb ran her fingers through Fred’s hair but gave it a tug when she felt her rump being fondled. Still, the gorgeous blond wiggled her ass into his crotch.

“Thalina, do you own swimwear?” Deb asked. Fred was having fun, moving his hand up to the inside of her thigh, resting on the outside of her thin running shorts. Deb’s free hand moved to intercept Fred’s hand, holding it. She shot him an admonishing look, but with a playful edge.

“I don’t look good in them, but I’ve got a few.” Thalina admitted.

“I call bullshit; you look great. Come to the Ponytail Express pool party’s first meeting!” Fred loved the feel of Deb’s ass, but decided it would be even more fun to loosen her shorts so he could take things further. He reached around, pulling the drawstring on those little running shorts. Deb let things proceed, but she gave his hand a squeeze in warning. He was hell-bent to see this through. He could tell from Thalina’s shy smile that she saw it.

“Yeah, you should come!” Fred agreed.

“Lina, you need to get out of that basement so you can face-time with the ‘normals’ again.” Deb opined.

“You had me at ‘come’, guys. Is Onvipa going to be there?” Thalina queried, hopeful. Fred matriculated under Deb’s shorts to massage and pinch her bare ass. She in took a little air before answering her friend’s question.

“Onvipa will be there,” Deb stated. She was having a great time letting Freddy feel her up. Was he trying to get Lina to see her? Part of Deb wanted to dial the zoom call up a notch, so her geeky friend knew what was going on. It would blow her mind.

Fred decided squeezing her derriere would be the furthest he’d take things for tonight. When he inducted Thalina into his harem, calls like this would be more interesting.

“Cool. I assume you’re coming, Fred?” Did the cute hacker just stress the word “coming”? He had a feeling she knew what he was doing to Deb. He had a feeling she was intrigued.

“Affirmative, Thalina. You look cute with braces, I might add. And your nail polish is exceptional.” Fred could tell those fingers were dexterous with the way she was working her undercarriage. Even though she had a year on Deb, she looked younger; more innocent.

“Glad someone noticed,” Thalina spoke, giving that shy smile.

“Well, time for us to get studying.” Deb declared.

“What are you studying? Advanced anatomy, maybe? A treatise on both men’s and women’s reproductive organs?” Thalina tittered. Deb shook her head.

Fred would not push unless he received the go-ahead. If he took things too far, he might end up alienating somebody. He caressed Deb’s hand, giving Lina a playful wink. Out came the shy smile; the one that revealed both interest and curiosity.

“Time to go, thanks again Thalina! See you soon!” Deb repositioned herself, shutting the meeting app off and closing her laptop.

“God, you have a nice ass,” Fred leered, taking her ass in both hands. Deb settled back into his lap, grinding against his crotch.

“And you are a bad fucking boy, Freddy.” Her defined arms were on the desk for support, her back to Fred. Her ass swayed and circled in his lap. Fred had heard of lap dances and could now see the draw. Fred moved to undo his jeans, but she trapped his hand with her ass.

“You don’t do that until I say so.” That was an order. It wasn’t anger, it was playfulness. It was payback time for Fred. Deb didn’t have to be great at lap dancing; her body spoke volumes. Fred was getting worked up.

“Terminal.” He spoke as she gyrated. Her chuckle was low and sexy.

“You don’t get off that easy. Take my shorts off, you bad boy.”

Deb’s ass rose off his crotch. Fred complied, peeling off her shorts, kissing the areas that were revealed. The toned ass, those bikini line thighs in high definition. Her legulence was in full effect. Calves you just wanted to sink your teeth into. And of course, the vee of those marvelous thighs, home of her trimmed blond bush.

“I want your mouth on my pussy,” she commanded.

Deb stood on her tiptoes, legs apart; one arm used for support since Fred settled in a crouch underneath her. He began ladling out her juices with his tongue while both fingering her and massaging her firm, swiveling ass. Deb’s other arm gripped Fred by the back of the head, urging him further inside her, grinding into him, crying “yes” over and over in a higher and higher pitch.

“YesTeRminaL!” Deborah babbled, wanting to ramp up her pleasure by being able to smell her boyfriend, who made the immediate connection, pulling his chin away from her soaked honeypot.

“Cupcake.” He redoubled his efforts as he feasted on her drenched sex.

Deb’s back arched, face contorting in the sweet pain of pleasure. She heard her lover slurping inside her, felt the vibrations of his mouth, and the tongue rolling her engorged clit. Both her vagina and left leg twitched, then spasmed in tandem. She wiggled and circled her hips, shook her head, her fine blond hair fluttering, sweat and saliva fell off her lips and chin. The corded muscles in her arms trembled. She was incoherent save for the occasional expletive. Her oily crevice contracted around her lover’s insistent tongue. She put her weight onto Fred, sinking into him. Even with her physique, she had to catch her breath. Fred sought her face, kissing her all over, finally arriving at her mouth, gifting her with a taste of herself. She readily accepted; there was nothing she wouldn’t give to him.

“Freddy, you’re out of the doghouse for punishing me with Thalina.” They both giggled.

“Terminal,” Fred said, looking to put her back to normal.

Deb shook her head. “I’d like to stay wild a little longer. If you think I’ll hurt you or someone else, use it then, ok? I’m trying to learn control.” She gave Fred a wet smooch.

“Stand up, Freddy.” They worked as a team to get his pants off, followed by briefs stained with pre-cum. Deb leaned into the most magnificent cock she’d ever seen and gave it a long, lingering lick from base to crown. Her eyes filled with carnal promise, threatening to scorch her boyfriend’s soul.

Deb went to work, using her tongue and both hands as she cradled his balls and worked her man’s shaft as she alternated between sucking him off and kissing his scrotum, slobbering all over. Her lustrous blond locks got in the way a few times and she’d flip it with a free hand as she worked his meat. Once when she sucked both testicles, during a low moan, she looked up at him, peeking out from under his spit shined cock. It was a look of ecstasy that pushed Fred into overdrive.

“Oh, my ah! God, Deb! Su-suck!” Her pace increased with his encouragement.

“Deb, I’d l-like to cum on your tits.”

She stopped mid-head bob, moaning when Fred’s request sunk in. Deb gazed up at him, her mouth full of cock, nodding her assent. The blond tried taking him deep, but couldn’t control the gag reflex. However, as the litany of slurping noises and dripping saliva could attest, she was eager to learn. Maybe one of the other girls could show her how.

“I’m almost there.” Fred grunted. As he had the edge of the desk locked in a death grip, he contemplated grabbing Deb with both hands and fucking her mouth; what stopped him was she was doing a splendid job polishing his rod. Saliva and pre-cum dripped from her chin as her nostrils flared. His stiff pole made an indent on her cheek as she turned her head to the side to change the angle. What had he done to deserve this?

“Ah! About to…” Deb extricated his shiny purple erection from her mouth with a loud “Chlup,” then jacked him off onto her supple breasts. Fred drained his nuts into Deb’s jiggling breasts in multiple spurts. The blond bombshell finally took him into her mouth to clean it, rubbing his semen into her chest like it was lotion.

Deb rose from kneeling to standing with fluid grace. One hand was massaging Fred’s flagging member, while the other grabbed the back of his neck as she pulled him in for a soul-searing kiss. After a time, she pulled away to look deep into his eyes. Both hands moving to either side of his head, she spoke three words to him. He gazed into her eyes with uncharacteristic intensity before repeating the same words back to her. Fred gripped Deb’s glistening haunches as they shared a passionate kiss.

A bit later, the couple walked into the commons area on the floor in an effort to make nice with the floor residents. They felt with the noise they had been making over the last couple of days, they should appear for a mea culpa. Another reason was that they needed to study for the upcoming finals starting next week. They were also going over preparations for tomorrow’s “raid”.

When the pair came out on the floor, the couch was empty, but one of the six chairs was occupied by Marla, a severe looking heavyset girl. “We should sit on the couch,” Deb suggested.

“Yeah, we can do more damage that way,” mused Fred. The pair sat down to study. Deb saw it first, smirking and nudging her boyfriend.

“Babe, looks like you have another convert.”

While it would appear Marla was studying, she was under Fred’s influence, bringing herself off while her calculus book was open beside her.

“For the luvva Pete,” Fred exclaimed. He rose from the couch and went over to Marla, giving her some commands to snap out of it and to not have a problem with Deb’s extra-curricular activities. He went back to the couch.

They both heard a high-pitched keening noise coming from the other rooms. Someone was having a great time. Ken and Dierdre spilled out of one of the other rooms; Dierdre had Ken’s dick in her hand, and Ken pushed her back in the room. Judging by the sound, he’d pushed her up against the wall.

Deb and Fred exchanged looks. Her eyebrow arched; Freddy’s brow creased in worry

“Jesus Fred,” Deb snickered.

“Everyone just went full fuck-beast.” Fred shook his head.

Deb was amused. “Orgy on the fourth floor, west wing.” Such a thought would have mortified her last week. Now she could actually picture it. She thought of Kelly, who played for the UCF women’s volleyball squad. She’d seen her in the showers a couple of times, a legitimate knockout by anyone’s standards. Deb thought that when Mia cleaned up, she would be a notch above Kelly. She began picturing Kelly and Mia together, and her belly warmed. Pulling herself out of her reverie, fingers twirling hair, thighs rubbing together and her other hand dangerously close to her aching right breast, she knew Freddy needed her.

“Terminal Cupcake.” She whispered. Freddy’s scent vanished like a bad magic trick. Her lower lip reflexively extended in sadness. On the plus side, she seemed to gain control.

“Fuck-beans. Looks like I’ll have my work cut out for me.” Freddy sighed.

Over the next 20 minutes, Deb watched her lover program the entire floor. There were 12 suites in the wing, each housing 2 students. Of the 22 occupants not named Deb, 19 of them were present on the floor in some state of sexual arousal. Deb trailed Fred as he entered the rooms. He’d knock first or carefully enter if the door was already open. Then came the discovery of a fellow student or students in some sort of sex act, in various stages of undress. There was Freddy, obligated to put the genie back in the bottle. How he could pull off dignity and respect as he went room to room, interrupting as he did without losing his shit Deborah did not know.

The one that stood out was no surprise. The owner of the high-pitched keening noise was Kelly, the volleyball player. Making their way carefully through the fragrant miasma of sex, they found Kelly down on all fours, getting doggy-styled by her fiancé, while her lips and tongue were fastened on her roommate’s hotbox. Cleo was her name. She had been a somewhat shy, removed girl who had been shooting visual daggers at Deb over her extracurriculars with Freddy. Cleo came out of her fuck-lust just long enough to give Freddy and Deb the once over.

“More,” Cleo moaned, then stuck out her tongue as if for an invitation. All three were covered in sweat. Edward, Kelly’s fiancé, had a look of animal lust that intensified when his gaze fell on Deb. He pulled out of Kelly’s undercarriage and shot arcs of jizz onto the small of her back, adding batter to her tramp stamp, spattering her asshole. Fred strode over and zapped him first, then Kelly, then Cleo. Even without the activation code, Deb had to lean up against the doorway as her legs quivered. As hot as it was, when she saw Fred put them into a trance and start giving them commands, it became too much for her.

“Freddy, this is so wrong, but I have to ask you for a big favor.” Her voice dripped with need.

The trio were still in a trance, putting their clothes back on; Kelly assisted Cleo. As Fred turned, Deb put up her hand as a disclaimer.

“I can’t smell you, so please don’t activate me by mistake.” She blurted, not knowing what would happen in the room should she lose control.

“Deb, I…”,

“The favor, babe.” She’d gotten a handle on it. Deep, cleansing breath will your muscles to relax. Take a fucking chill pill. She pointed at Kelly. “I would like to submit Kelly to be a member of The Ponytail Express.”

Fred considered the question. He’d seen Kelly around, and she was pretty. It was funny how turned on his girlfriend was at the prospect of corrupting a fellow student. If it was something Deb wanted, completely unprompted, then it was something he’d gladly help her with.

He pondered at this point that Ponytail Express was a more clandestine way of saying “Freddy’s Harem.” And it wasn’t because in that moment he wanted it more than anything else; Deb knew it, too. She wanted it and Fred wasn’t sure if she even knew it.

Something Fred had been mulling over was the near-inhuman willpower Deb possessed. It was true he’d done what he could to make her immune to the ScSc. However, pheromones are most active in sweat and other bodily fluids. For the last four nights, Deb had been ingesting copious amounts of pheromones in their purest form. Could she still worship him and maintain her personality? He saw her standing in the doorway, having no clue how she could pull off such a confident, assured demeanor in a situation this galactically fucked up.

“That’s a Texas sized 10-4 Deb. But if we’re going to do this, let’s do it right.”

“What do you mean?” She inquired.

“Well, I submit,” Fred began, “Edward and Kelly had a good thing going, but Edward was always trying to egg Kelly into a three-way. She wasn’t having it at first, but finally relented under the emotional pressure. The third person was, of course, Cleo, who already had a crush on Edward. Kelly comes in on them both engaged in sex and that’s the last straw.”

Fred’s soliloquy earned him the patented arched eyebrow. “Sounds like you’ve given this scenario some thought.”

“Edward broke the cardinal rule of throupledom.” Fred was unsure throupledom was even an actual word. “He was emotionally dishonest with Kelly.”

Deb smiled. “Honesty is the best policy. We need to tweak the story on a couple of points, mainly the part where Kelly’s angry at herself because she was dishonest, too. In her tryst with Cleo, she realized she likes women. And she’s looking for that ‘dare to be great’ situation where she can get in with the ideal candidate. If this candidate already had a boyfriend, it would be okay–if it were the right boyfriend.” She felt a little guilty, but more turned on. She wanted to start Kelly into a different lifestyle.

Fred gave a vigorous nod. “Time’s wasting. Let’s do this.”

Minutes later, Kelly stood in front of her bathroom mirror, her face streaked with a concoction of lipstick, sweat, tears, cum, and drool. Both Deb and Fred stood on either side, watching her at her as she looked in the mirror. Standing at 5 feet 10 inches, Kelly’s disheveled strawberry blond locks framed a pair of soulful green eyes. A hawkish nose ran down the middle of her face, thin lips delicately parted in arousal. Kelly had 34C breasts that rode proudly on her athletic frame, still carrying the blush of intercourse. She was broad-shouldered but not muscular. Her hips were compact; there was plenty to grab. Her legs were all silk and well-proportioned, thighs supporting a pert, athletic ass that also carried the blush of sex. She wore long socks that came to the top of her calf, an earring in each ear, an engagement ring, and an angel tattoo tramp stamp stained with dry cum.

Deb knew she was a setter for the UCF Ladyhawks; meaning she ran their offense. She was also studying to be a lawyer. Deb admired her accomplishments; she also admired Kelly’s flat belly, running her fingers across the belly button, toying with the cup of her navel. She had an “outtie.” Kelly was in a trance, but still took in her breath in response to Deb’s ministrations.

Deb remembered being on a date with a guy who wanted to get into her pants through hypnosis. They had watched this show on hypnotic induction. That was the summer she started taking Jiu Jitsu classes at the Y. Now here she was, about to have her second inductee.

First, Fred took care of the back story with Edward and Chloe; the threesome where she realized she was into other girls.

Deb took the reins, inducing Kelly’s imagination to create a volleyball game in her mind, giving her a mental image of Kelly as a setter, Fred as a Libero, and Deb as an outside hitter. In the game, when the opposing team hits the volleyball, Fred receives the hit for Kelly. She sets it for Deb, who spikes it into the other team. When this happens, Freddy makes her cum.

“Just imagine after the game, Freddy is making love to you from behind, while you devour my–Deborah’s wet pussy. Just imagine letting Freddy cum inside your vagina.” Deb knew the lingo, but she felt awkward when she said those things. She hadn’t quite gotten them down yet.

Fred picked up the slack. “Just imagine you and Deb locked in a passionate sixty-nine. Just imagine her pussy tastes like lilacs floating in peppermint.”

“Stag vault deep dale.” Kelly remembered how to breathe in Fred’s scent. Her hands started at her hips, then traveled up to her breasts. She tugged on her stiff nipples as Deb and Fred went over the scenario with her again. Both Kelly’s hands traveled south, over her tight abs, hips, through the dark tufts of pubic hair, to her exposed sex. The match was struck, the fire lit. With both hands she began sating her desires. Kelly’s hips rotated sensuously; suddenly, the entranced woman brought two fingers up to her mouth, applying a generous dollop of spittle before traveling south to mine for ambrosia. It was clear Kelly knew what she wanted.

Fred noted with interest Deb’s hand on Kelly’s sweat-stained tummy. He knew if he activated Deb, she would be in Kelly’s arms. Envisioning his lover engaged in lesbian sex was shimmering jet engine hot, and it was simply a matter of when, not if. Kelly was nearing orgasm, so Fred took Deb’s other hand in his, then put their hands on Kelly’s athletic ass. He roamed hand-in-hand with Deb over the tender flesh. There was no pull or resistance from Deb, who was transfixed. Kelly responded favorably. Fred and Deb exchanged stairs of lust in the mirror, Kelly gyrating between them. He felt both Kelly’s ass, and Deb fondling the entranced woman, pinching and kneading the supple flesh while Kelly brought herself off over a sexual fantasy of her having sex with them. It was weird, and it was amazing, and holy shit, Fred was getting hooked.

They reluctantly finished with Kelly, getting both her and the rest of the 4th floor west wing back into a non-erotic state. Deb was extremely turned on over the entire episode. Watching Freddy take control was one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen; beginning Kelly’s eventual conversion into the Express was just icing on the cake.

A few hours later, Fred and Deb were eye to eye, naked and glimmering with sweat; she withdrew her tongue from his mouth with a light splash of saliva. Fred’s dick was buried inside of her; she wanted it to stay that way. Her activation code was off, so she could both taste and smell him, thankfully. It was like tandem skydiving into infinity; she wasn’t sure where Freddy ended, and she began. Perhaps it was the other way around; not that important. Clarity pierced her fucklust with an expanding longevity.

“We’re going to ngh! piss off a crimmmminal t-tomorrow ahng! babe.” The evening had been a medley of arousal. The couple had total control of the floor. Kelly looked forward to the Ponytail Express meet & greet on Saturday. Chloe was staying with Edward until the weekend, then Deb would switch rooms with Chloe. Kelly would be Deb’s new roommate and eventually her lover.

Freddy speared her with his cock, delivering a sudden, violent thrust. Air caught in Deb’s throat as her mouth formed an “O” of bliss. Her eyes unfocused, then focused again.

“God, F-Freddy don’t stop.”

Fred licked Deb’s neck from clavicle to chin; her shiver reverberated through his cock like an electric current. He leaned back enough to gaze into her half-lidded eyes. He saw gooseflesh reflected off the sweat of her delicious shoulder.

“It’s a splendid plan, Deb. If we ah! pull this off, Mia and ah! Niamh will be ah! free.”

“If we Ahhhhhhh if we don’t?!” She keened as Fred trip hammered into her again. Drool spattered off her chin onto her breasts, which were delightfully crushed up against Fred’s chest.

Fred considered it while dragging his tongue from her neck to her right ear. He bit the lobe, then tongued the inside of her ear. A flood of Deb’s juices coated his erection, causing it to swell even further. Her heels dug into his ass, almost taking his wind away as he pounded her. One of his hands palmed her gorgeous ass, pinching it, molding it. It was amazing how soft and hard she was.

“Tomorrow, either way, it ends or begins.” It was the best way to tell Deb he might not live. If he was doing to die tomorrow, he would always have tonight.

“Say, Deb.” Fred punctuated with a wet slap of a thrust.

“Ahgodloveyourcock!” Deb cried.

“How much do you love it, Deb?” Fred asked. SLAP!! Wet flesh on wet flesh.

“Ohgodsomuch!” SLAP! Badminton. Abandoned Tenements. Knock-knock jokes. Fred tried to keep from cumming himself. He was so close, but he had to time it right. He grabbed her by her haunches. Her breasts were slippery against him, wet with sweat and spittle.

“I’m yours Deb.” SLAP!

“Ah! M-Mine!”

Fred stopped and waited for her shut eyes to open; she was combination laugh-crying.

“Don’t stop!” She cried, eyes finally opening.

“Are you mine, Deb?” Fred asked. Deb’s face had that cock craving look to it; the “I want” line on her forehead was in full effect.

“Please, don’t stop!” She pleaded.

“Are. You. Mine, Deb?” Fred snarled.

Her lips trembled. She had an arm around the back of his neck and one on his lower back, pinching his ass.

“I need to know. Are you mine?”

“Yes.” she whispered. Slap.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Yesssssssss” she hissed. Slap!

“Tell me again.” Slap!

“I’m yours, ah! F-Freddy!” Slapslapslap!

“What are you, Deb?” Fred asked. He was going over the falls any second.

“Ahgh I’m yours!” She began repeating it over and over while he fucked her.

When he fired the first volley of cum into her, she pulled him in for a kiss. On the second, she came hard, biting Freddy’s lower lip enough to draw blood. On the third, she looked at him through scrunched eyelids, her jaw slack, lips wet with saliva.

“I’m yours, Freddy.” Next volley.

“Body and soul?” Fred asked through clenched teeth. Her pussy convulsed, milking his cock.

“Body and soul.” Next volley.

“Ditto.” Fred spoke. They kissed with a lazy, drunk passion.

“You taste a little like blood, Fred.”

“I wonder whose fault that was.”

“Yours. For hollowing me out like that. You’re… getting better.”

“At what?”

“Making love. You made me yours tonight.”

Fred considered what he was about to say.

“I did. Hope it doesn’t bother you.”

Deb grinned, kissing Fred’s chest.

“There are a couple of negatives, far as I can tell. But I have solutions,” Deb offered.

“Okay, Deb. First negative.”

“About 10am tomorrow I’ll start getting aroused. I’m going to have to look for a place to masturbate, I suppose. Unless you want to meet me somewhere.” Deb sounded hopeful.

“Get to a safe spot, then text me. I’ll send you a delightful picture. I guarantee it’ll have an effect.”