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My Only Talent Ch. 14

My Only Talent Ch. 14

What is the "New Normal"?

Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events.




When I got back to the dorm, I procrastinated on answering the emails from the VIP party, and finally got through the required reading for Monday's classes at 2 AM, and fell into a deep sleep; despite my roommate Kevin's rasping snores. I was shocked when the alarm went off, but hungry enough to jump right up and head for early breakfast. I did not spot Nora, but I did find plenty of protein, and did my 'carbo loading', too, in order to skip lunch and run with Suzanne. As I walked to Rhetoric and Composition, I felt bloated from all the eggs, peaches, and pancakes. I arrived even earlier than normal, and found only our TA, Ms. Wyrickie, alone in the room, seated at her desk. I detected no odor of tobacco, so I gave her my best 'you taste good' smile. She actually smelled great.

"How many smoke free days until you reach your goal?" I asked her.

She looked up self consciously. "Nine?" she said with a question in her voice.

I smiled and stared at her, looking obviously at her chest. Her nipples were plainly erect through her blouse, and her breathing was accelerating. Her Suzie began to sing some scrumptious signals for me. "You will serve us next Thursday night, then!" I reached out and touched her cheek gently, and she shivered, just as Sarah walked in.

There was still no one else in the classroom. Sarah touched her shoulders. "Do you have some kneepads?"

Ms. Wyrickie shivered again. "Y, y, yes," she stammered. "Fr, from, volleyball." Her eyes swung back and forth between us.

"Good!" Sarah said. "Give me your address, and we will arrive, when did you say, Robbie, Thursday evening?"

She gave each of us a 3x5 note card with her address, in an apartment complex in the West Campus area. She did have fine penmanship, even under stress.

Other students began filing into the classroom and we took our seats. I listened to Ms. Wyrickie's Suzie, and it was popping and sizzling with anticipation. I concentrated on Sarah and she was sending, too. I guess it would be worth stretching my normal 'dating' schedule to include a special Thursday night. After all, it was the least I could do for a stop smoking campaign. The rest of class was unremarkable.

On the way to my next class, I overheard several discussions about the tomorrow's election and the current ESU football season, which seemed to be the two most discussed topics on campus. Even on the usually liberal ESU campus, often called an island of progressivism (or collectivism, by some) in a highly conservative state, there were many still voters undecided, as everyone knew several promising recent graduates who could not even get a whiff of a job offer in the last four years. The downside of taking out more student loans and going to grad school until things got better looked very unattractive even through the rose colored glasses that most students wore. The ESU football team engendered less controversy, and more enthusiasm.

In Engineering 101, we slogged through some famous legal cases, seeing multiple examples of legislation and judicial rulings that completely ignored the laws of physics, some of which still remain on the books. Professor Lillehammer called them shining examples of hubris and stupidity, the zenith of which was legislation proposing to change the value of pi to 3.00 to facilitate more rapid computation. When class ended, he reminded me for the third time of the meeting on the engineering 'distributed education' program Tuesday afternoon, and I promised to attend. I wonder what bee was in his bonnet in that regard. If I entered the program I would go on complete the spring semester, which I had just pre-registered for, and then take a summer job, then return for fall classes and go out on another job assignment for the following spring semester, and thereafter alternate two semesters of school with one of work until I competed all my degree requirements and graduate. It meant going to summer school for a few semesters and taking at least a year longer to graduate, but you could save money from the work semesters and reduce or eliminate the need to take out any student loans> Students who completed the program were virtually guaranteed to have at least one real job offer, even in the current poor economy, and many had multiple offers to choose from.

I would have to hurry right from that meeting to join Suzanne for the election night shindig thrown by Winifred Wimmers, the Wylie Coyote. The presidential polls had tightened to 48% to 48% with 4% undecided, and were even tighter in the swing states and many key house and senate races. We might not know until Wednesday morning whose rally was to be a victory party. The only sure thing was that James Craig wasn't even on the ballot, having lost in the primary, and was not likely to be on a ballot ever again. PPSPN, the third tier sports network that he worked for, had quietly let his football color commentary contract expire, and right now he had no other offers, save a regionally syndicated morning radio show in New Orleans, that seemed to want to cast him as resident buffoon and on air butt of the regular hosts many scatological jokes. I could almost hear the slip and slide skit now, and perhaps a rap version of the AG song of devotion, too.

I changed into my running clothes and hit the track to get my eight miles in before Suzanne joined me. I felt really good, and I now experienced no distress at all at the new faster pace. She soon merged in with me effortlessly.

"I have away soccer games this coming Friday evening and Saturday afternoon, and I figured you are going to the football game with Lara and her dad on Saturday night. I did get an email from one Strelsa Streling, forwarded via Nora, inviting us to supper Sunday night at their apartment downtown. May I accept for us both?"

I wondered what conversation had taken place between Nora and Suzanne. "Sure, if you want to go."

"Oh, I want to meet this one, even if it is just to keep my Polish polished!" She laughed at her own joke. "Nora says the lovely Mizz Strelsa is an old admirer of yours from high school, eh?"

I guess that meant Nora had told her the whole story, hopefully without any mention of Suzie signals. "Well, yes, but in my virginal junior year of high school!"

"Ha!" she snorted. "You are certainly making up for lost ground, aren't you, my Animal? Nora described her as a trim and athletic Austrian blonde beauty, with a hunky rowing coach husband!"

"I did not find him attractive in the least!"

"Nora sure did. She said he was six two and a perfectly proportioned mesomorph, with blonde hair and icy blue eyes. She said he could play Gaston in a live remake of the "Beauty and the Beast' cartoon. Six PM at their high rise on 4th street downtown. Why don't we walk in the bracing fall air? I'll meet you at the dorm entrance at 5:30?"

I suppose Sunday night was set up, as was Saturday. I just had to make plans for Friday, so either Peggy or Millie was in line for some one on one time! We spent the rest of the run discussing my 'training plan' for Erminia Gallo. Suzanne and Lara had discussed it and decided that was a task for Millie and me, without their participation. They did insist, given the Gallo's age and varied life experiences, that we have some medical testing done before I dipped my wick in that risk pool. Lara had already talked to Asa Weltschmerz, who had surprisingly agreed to see them as patients for Lara's sake, although he would not allow us to tell them that Lara was his patient. He asked that we only describe him as a friend of the family. And he would give us no details on his appointments with them, just a 'go or no go' message regarding my having contact with Erminia, and by extension I supposed, Sapiento.

I was feeling really great even when we finished a full 15 miles, so it seemed that my conditioning had markedly improved since I had terrible trouble making five miles on the day I first met Suzanne. For that matter, my whole world had markedly improved since I met Suzanne!

.....

Since he had been following the Pliskin chick, Dwight the Dweeb Boy found his weekdays crushingly boring, especially in contrast to the weekends,. Watching her running her Robbie the 'Master' freshman boy toy, it was easy to see why she was in such good shape and looked so effortlessly fit, but that was the only interesting thing either one of them did all week. They went to class, they ate, they studied, and then they slept, but not together, nor with anyone else. This 'Master' punk was even more studious during the week than Dwight had been at MIT, and that was saying something! Of course, Dwight was usually studious on the weekends too, while this guy got more and hotter trim each weekend than Dwight had ever dreamed of. Dwight's boss told him another team was tracking the Russians, and still another was watching Erminia and Sapiento Gallo. Your tax dollars at work. The scenario geeks back in Maryland were 90% confident that the Russkies were going to try to snatch one of the two Gallos for ransom during race week. Meanwhile Dwight was living all the cliché bad stakeout scenes from some awful direct to video cop movie.

.....

I made my afternoon classes and knocked off the reading and homework stuff due on Tuesday, went to dinner, and then sat down to tackle the emails from the party. First things first, I needed to accept the Tuesday election night reception invitation from Winifred Wimmers, leader of the Real Texans for Truth Super PAC. I told her I would love to come, but I would be coming directly from a meeting at school and would be joined by Suzanne. I said I expected things to go late until the results were clear, but avoided revealing any of my political leanings. She responded almost immediately, saying she would look forward to our arrival, and I could wear 'business casual' rather than black leather, and asked if Suzanne was the one that had been dressed in red or white at Spear Overtop's shindig. I would let her keep wondering about that until we arrived at the reception.

Next on my hit parade were Erminia and Sapiento. I combined my reply to them both, suggesting she start training with Millie and I as soon as possible but insisting that they both see Asa Weltschmerz for a checkup before we began. After I pressed 'send', I suddenly wondered if they might be offended at such a requirement from a cheeky freshman. But after all, my entire purpose and role in our relationship was to be well beyond just cheeky with Erminia.

Then I began to draft a response to Penelope Peters Perabo, and found I got quite a stiffy as I pondered how to proceed with her. GILF she may be, but the ILF part was still very operative. I plead scheduling problems until after Thanksgiving break, but suggested that we should arrange a social occasion with me and all of three girls after our return and before the Christmas break, giving no hint of the nature of what our relationship might become beyond that.

I felt no need to reply to Pavel the Russkie piece of shit, as Suzanne had suggested that we have no further contact with him at all, and I heartily agreed. I did ask her what kind of feedback she had from her father on the picture she transmitted to him, and she said nothing definitive but she could usually tell when her father was withholding information 'for her own good' and that she thought this was one of those times. I was still rooting for that one way ticket to Guantanamo.

My reply to Spear Overtop was next, sending praise and thanks for the wonderful event, telling him how much the girls and I had enjoyed meeting him and working his puzzles, and reciprocating as much as I could by inviting him to join our events for the F1 crowd in the engineering, golf, or culture tours, and/or the evening dinner with all three groups. I decided not to attach any of our 'batman mask cam' photos from his party, and hoped that Pavel and his crew had been invited due to Spear's mistaken acceptance of who they said they were, not his knowledge of who they actually were.

Next up were the curiously named "George and Tammy Wynette", but as far as I could tell from Linked In and Google, those were their real names. Hopefully it was not an elaborate charade. Once again I plead scheduling impossibility, but hoped they would give us some advance notice when next they came to town, even if it was a late as the 2013 Circuit of the America's US Gran Prix. Paulo and Astrid got a similar missive, leaving only Vaya Perez's email in 'Master321 inbox' to be answered.

Suddenly I had another strong erection. I brought up the local TV station web site, and played one of Vaya's live reports from the street in front of the AG house. She did look good, and I remembered she looked (and smelled) even better in person. I started out by telling her I had no desire to appear on camera on any subject, and once again mentioning the scheduling crush between now and Thanksgiving break. But I did leave things open for a 'background meeting' after that.

.....

Dwight got interested as he realized Robbie was answering the emails from the party via his browser on the university network logging into the free webmail site, not via Miss Pliskin's much tougher to crack VPN setup. He pounced on the emails, scanning them and adding the addressee's to his search terms, and the HQ bots would immediately begin swimming upstream to find connections to email accounts and smart phones, and begin cataloging emails and previously recorded text messages and conversations. In only a few seconds, a few lines of orange text popped up, indicating previous traffic between some of the accounts. In a few more seconds, a red line appeared, indicating that one of the accounts had just forwarded Robbie's reply email to someone else. Now that was interesting.

He opened the forwarded email. It was from "Paulo and Astrid" and was forwarded to an account that the agency had tagged as being used by "Pavel". They prefaced Robbie's response deferring until next year with a little note that said "They didn't go for it." So they were working with Pavel, and perhaps targeting Lara. But how far ahead of time did they set that up?

Dwight highlighted both accounts for a full on, no limits search, which would wring out every possible connection. He also forwarded the emails to his boss, with a little note of his own.

.....

Suddenly I heard banging and shouting in the hallway, and opened my door to find several students using luggage carts to move their stuff out of the dorm. Tomorrow was the final day of reckoning for those who wanted to drop classes without recording an 'F' for the semester grade, and for some of them, dropping all classes and withdrawing from school completely. Heading back home to live in the basement and work at Dairy Queen, I suppose. One of my father's friend's sons had suffered a similar fate, and was now taking one class per semester at a community college known locally as "Easy Field". The dad tried to save face by telling people that his son was working for Warren Buffett. Looking on the bright side, at least my buddy Ralph could get a dorm room after tonight, and move out of his temporary upper bunk bed in the lounge where he had been sleeping. When I drifted off to sleep, I tried to program myself to have a little dream about Vaya Perez, but I ended up having a disturbing nightmare about Melanie kidnapping Suzanne. I wouldn't have to drop any classes, but I supposed some of my other fears were not buried very deeply after all.

Tuesday morning at early breakfast I was shoveling eggs and sausages for my morning protein ration and pondering the final unplanned part of our F1 tour groups: where to have the combined dinner. Every restaurant, hotel banquet room, and even food trailer for a sixty mile radius was booked from here to Thanksgiving as the formula one racing crowd, with their even more formidable spending habits, replaced the soon to depart football fans for the Gran Prix week. What's more, our diverse and cosmopolitan group of guests was already scheduled to attend most of the best and brightest food and beverage attractions, and we did not want our event to merely duplicate any of them. I was so lost in thought that I almost missed Nora joining me, but her little squeeze on my shoulder woke me up in a hurry.

"Good morning!" she smiled at me warmly, with some sweetly effervescent leaking Suzie signals. "I missed you at breakfast yesterday. You looked like you were concentrating on something?"

I smiled, noting how much more open she was becoming with me since my Thanksgiving invitation. "I was thinking hard, but not coming up with solutions." I told her about the tour groups and the dinner planning problem.

She laughed. "You are too close to the problem, Robbie! You have a solution right at hand. They will get to go to every fancy joint in town all right, but only you will invite them to real down-home southern cooking family style at the UDP house! And as a practicing European Union citizen, I can guarantee that is something they have never experienced before."

I froze for a minute, and then realized she was right. After giving her appropriate hugs and praise, which happily she did not shrink from at all, I headed for class after dashing off a quick email to Ralph and Oiler, asking for their help. Soon the F1 plan was complete and confirmed and ready for execution a week from today and I just had to decide which group I would travel with.

My Tuesday classes went by with no issues, and at lunch I used the break to call Millie to try to get my Friday night dating calendar filled. She was going to Houston Friday night to see her folks, but Lara had already made her promise to be back and available to us late Saturday night. She was fired up about that, and indicated that Lara had developed a unique ability to whip her up into a complete frenzy. I suppose I would enjoy that too. Then Millie began to bubble over with enthusiasm for the election, indicating she was planning to stay up all night to watch all the returns and follow each race, and she had handicapped them all, revealing to me for the first time what an incredible political junkie she was. I asked her where she would do this and she said at the Phi Phi house, so she could have multiple LCD screens on various networks. I texted Suzanne, asking if she would mind asking Mille to come with us tonight to the reception, and she texted back it would be fine. I called Millie back and explained the event to her, and she got even more excited than she had been at Spear Overtop's party. Politics does that do some people.

But I still needed to fill my dance card for Friday night. I called Peggy, talked to her about the final plan for the F1 groups, and then asked her about Friday night. She said she had a tour group of big donors that she would have to guide around some of the University art collections until about 8 PM, but she would meet me at her place about 8:30 for a zero calorie 'snack', and that she hoped I was hungry, because she was. She was definitely my kind of girl. I did my final class and then hurried back to the dorm for a shower.

I shaved and put on my 'slacks and best shirt plus blazer' outfit, and headed over early for the distributed education meeting. I was one of the first to arrive, and saw a few faculty members that I recognized, and several people that looked like recent graduates. One of them was a very attractive young lady, so I spoke to her first. She was slated to speak to the group about her experiences in the program, but sadly sent no Suzie for me at all. She did have dancing and fascinating almost coal black intelligent eyes that I noticed immediately. She had been a civil engineering major, and her first job was with a railroad, then two semesters with a major construction company, and finally a stint with a large management consulting firm that specialized in project management. She got steadily increasing pay, enough to pay for her education completely, and then started at a position far senior to most 'college hires'. In another year, her employer would send her for a master's degree at their expense. That sounded like a lot better path than most graduates were facing in the marketplace right now. I suppose I should pick a major soon.
Professor Lillehammer then approached us and greeted her warmly, and introduced us formally, along with two other former students who were going to speak. They had similar stories, one from an electrical engineering background, and one from chemical. The professor then took me over and introduced me to three fellows in their fifties, who apparently were recruiters for firms that hired from the program. I guess that was his agenda, and I certainly had no objections. The presentations were concise and very helpful, and I understood completely now how the program worked and how I could fit in.

The meeting went long, and wrapped up around 7 PM. I walked by the Economics building and met Suzanne, and then we met Millie on the way downtown from the Phi Phi house to the downtown hotel where the reception was held.

.....

Dwight had grown complacent as he sat surveillance on Suzanne Pliskin at the Economics building. He knew her routine by heart: no running on Tuesday or Thursday, and she would have lunch at her desk while she prepared for her afternoon office hours by grading student papers. He had two remotes in her office, complete with video, and a tracker on her car in the parking lot. He wished something interesting would actually happen. But, no, she opened up her door and worked through the queue of waiting students, most with lame excuses or dumb questions, in Dwight's opinion. She even stayed a few minutes extra to help one student laboriously work through a problem from the last exam, and then closed her door. Dwight knew that she would pack up her lunch stuff and head to the car, then drive to her apartment and study some more. She appeared to do just that, until she got to the car. She put her lunch stuff in, but then took a hangar bag out of the back seat and went back up to her office. Dwight watched with interest as she took off what he thought of as her dowdy TA outfit, panties, and bra, and slipped on a basic black dress that hugged her body like a glove, with a plunging neckline that prohibited a bra and donning no panties at all. She put her hair up with some sort of bejeweled hairpin, did some eye makeup and lipstick, and suddenly Dwight was looking at a supermodel. What a transformation.

She put her dowdy TA clothes in the hangar bag, and went back to the car to drop them off. She took a raincoat from the trunk, and then turned on her heels and began walking south toward downtown. Dwight had to decide whether to try to follow on foot or in his car. He texted his boss to tell him that Pliskin was on the move and out of her routine, and drove his car quickly out of the parking lot to try to keep her in sight. She pulled her raincoat on and moved rapidly south, making Dwight run a gauntlet of stop signs and student pedestrians to keep up. Robbie joined her at the south of the edge of campus near his dorm, and they then walked at a fast pace to the west, meeting Millicent outside her sorority house. The three of them then headed due south, the traffic making it hard for Dwight to keep up. What were they up to?

.....

I was waiting when Suzanne came around the corner strutting in her raincoat, and I could not wait to see what she had on underneath it. She looked amazing, even all wrapped up in that coat, and she knew it. I gave her a hug and we started toward the Phi Phi house. Millie was on the porch, wrapped in a similar coat, looking very good too, and wearing a smile as big as Dallas. She was fired up to go to the election night reception. We both hugged her and then headed for the hotel. The reception was held at the oldest hotel in town, right in the middle of the entertainment district and close to the capital. It was the site of many political battles, celebrations, and a more than a few shady deals. The guest of honor, who trounced James Craig in the primary, was well ahead in the polling, and his Senate race was expected to be called early, setting a celebratory tone for the rest of the evening. The girls left their coats at the check station, and we headed into the reception hall, with me greedily eying them in their little black dress outfits. Life was good.

.....

Dwight was just able to keep them in sight as they ducked into the hotel entrance on the east side, and was lucky to find a space in the small parking lot just west of the south side of the hotel near the bar entrance. He texted his boss again, and went into the lobby bar. A few seconds watching the calendar of events on the video screen gave him a few rooms to look in, and he was glad he always wore dark suits. He blended in well with the crowd in all three likely rooms, and spotted the Pliskin girl in the third one. He texted the boss again, and began a circle search to find all the exits from the area. Survey completed, he found a spot where he could watch all the avenues of egress, and settled in again.

.....

I spotted Winifred almost immediately and we made our way over to greet her. I introduced both girls, begging her to pardon me for presuming to bring Millie too, but she laughed and said, "You look great dear, but with a less metallic outfit than the last time I saw you. And you must be Suzanne, and the little BBD suits you just as well as the red leather did! Both of you lovely girls should be on red alert for getting pawed by inebriated politicos."

Her assessments seemed purely intellectual, as she was sending zero Suzie for either girl, but was transmitting some strong popping for me. I'm not sure I would have picked Winifred for a straight arrow, but there you go. She dragged us over to the guest of honor, and introduced him as our senator to be. He barely noticed me as he took in Suzanne and Millie. Millie was flummoxed, almost going groupie on the guy. Sheesh! He, on the other hand, was captivated by Suzanne, but she sent almost immediate Suzie revulsion, and I soon learned why: his wife Heidi was two feet away, waiting not so patiently to be introduced. Winifred jumped in to try to save his bacon, and made the introductions herself. His wife immediately took Suzanne and me aside to talk to us, leaving Millie to bat her eyes at one of her new political heroes.

"My husband is a little dazzled by all the attention tonight, I'm afraid!" she began. She was almost my height, razor thin, and perfectly turned out, with the ubiquitous basic black dress to highlight her medium length honey blonde hair. Her arms were tanned and muscular, not the least bit anorexic, though, and her eyes danced with intelligence and charm. I liked this one, but she was sending no Suzie for anyone right now, including her husband. "Aren't you ambassador Pliskin's daughter, my dear?"

Wow. Maybe she was the real brain behind this successful Senate campaign. Suzanne laughed, and replied, "Yes, although it is not something I like to call attention to. I strive to stay in the background if I can. I think you understand?"

My, I do like smart girls, and Suzanne was very quick on the uptake, too. Heidi smiled at me, and said, "You make a nice foreground, young man!" I smiled, somewhat uncomfortably. At this point, Winifred pulled Heidi back toward her husband for another introduction, and Suzanne snagged the adoring Millie by the elbow and pulled her away from the Senator, walking the two of us toward the bar.

Suzanne spoke sharply to Millie: "Close your mouth before some insect flies in! Are you always that star struck by politicians?

Millie looked sheepish. "I am sort of wowed by politicians. That's the first senator I have met in person! Was it that obvious?"

Suzanne snorted. "We should have put your chastity belt on under that dress! Master and I will have to punish you later for your wanton lust."

Millie smiled wickedly. "Promise, Mistress?"

Suzanne steered us into the line at the bar. I got a Coke, Suzanne had a Tito's screwdriver, and Millie had a White Hat and Coke. I guess I was the designated driver and chaperone for these two hotties, even though we were on foot. I knew Suzanne could hold her liquor, but Mille was an unknown quantity in that regard. She downed her drink in one gulp and got back in line for another one, and her Suzie signals began to sound like an air raid siren.

Suzanne looked at me with one of her smoking hot looks, tongue on upper teeth, which set my loins on fire. "We need to discipline Millie, right away!" She made an evil grin. "When she finishes that second drink, I have a plan."

That sounded good to me. We watched Millie in line as she got hit on by three different political types, grinning widely and looking intrigued and fascinated by all of them. When she finally returned to us, Suzanne took charge.

"Will you flirt with anyone in politics, you shameless hussy?"

Millie eyes got wide and her face flushed. "Yes, Mistress, it seems I cannot help myself."

Suzanne took her by the arm, grabbed my elbow with the other arm, and steered us out toward the hallway. We went down two flights of stairs to the basement level. She took us toward the oldest part of the building, and into a little bathroom marked with unisex and handicapped signs. It seemed incongruous, and was probably remodeled not so long ago to meet the obscure dictates of the Americans with Disabilities Act, having to be so many steps from the stairs and elevators and from rooms on this floor, and having a door of a certain width, fixtures of a certain height, etc. and I don't know when Suzanne learned about it, but I was soon to be very glad she had. It had little white hexagonal tile on the floor and low on the walls, trying to remain faithful to the 1890's style of most of the hotel, with dark walnut paneling above, with large brass rails in multiple locations for those who needed them to navigate and use the bathroom, and to my surprise, mirrors covered the ceiling.

Suzanne locked the door behind us, and stood with hands on hips. We were both willing to do anything she asked, but she barked commands at Millie. "Strip and get on your knees, slut!" Millie literally giggled, and hurried to comply. She slipped her dress eagerly over her head and hung it over one of the wooden inner walls.

"Leave those Louboutins on your slut feet, and hand me your panties, you bitch!" Suzanne did not have her riding crop, but she needed one in her current mood. Mille surrendered her panties willingly. "Take Robbie's cock out of his pants, but no hands!"

Millie used her teeth to pull down my zipper and open the little flap in the front of my underwear. I was glad I wore some new ones. She really didn't have to work too hard to free me, as I sprang out and to attention with just a little urging. She opened her mouth and was about to engulf and devour me when Suzanne said, "Oh, no you slut. You don't get that. You get to eat my pussy! She put one foot up on the closed toilet lid, grabbed the back of Millie's head, and shoved her pussy right into Millie's face. I almost wished that Millie would register some disappointment about not getting to suck my cock, but she made no protest at all and hungrily chowed down on Suzanne's savory snatch, making some very appreciative guzzling sounds as she did so.

Suzanne smiled at me and opened her mouth, urging me to imitate her, so I opened mine a little. She stuffed Millie's panties in my mouth, and reached down with her other hand for my cock. Her ministrations and the beguiling aroma of Millie's little black panties were having quite an effect on me. Suzanne was rocking back and forth as Millie's head moved about her, and I could feel her Suzie growling with pleasure. She came once and it just made Millie more enthusiastic to continue, and with her second orgasm Suzanne made one of her little sneezing sounds, which meant it had been a really good one. I reached down with my left hand and began spanking Millie's little tushie as she worked on Suzanne. The harder I swatted her, the more she seemed to like it, and the more aggressive she became towards Suzanne's perfect pussy. I set up a little syncopated rhythm as I spanked Millie, saw her lunge forward while tonguing Suzanne, and then I saw Suzanne's eyes get a little wider with each stroke. Millie's Suzie signaled she was just about to come from the spanking, so I adjusted my position a little for more leverage and really began popping her, alternating my blows on both cheeks. Her legs shook and she sucked on Suzanne's pussy lips so hard that I thought she might swallow them.

Suzanne then pushed Millie's head away and moved me back behind her, then put her left leg up on one of the big brass rails on the wall, and slipped me into her doggy style. Once I was fully inside her, she moved the leg even farther up along the rail like a stretching exercise for a very advanced Pilates instructor. It gave me even more penetration, but she had a second purpose – she reached out and directed Millie's mouth right back between her legs.

"Work my clit and the underside of his cock, too, you little slut!"

Millie's mouth was full, but she made a muffled noise that sounded a lot like, "Yum!" She spent about 80% of her effort on Suzanne, but when she flicked her tongue along my cock and snuggled my balls it seemed like the perfect recipe to me.

Suzanne gave me a wicked look and began spanking me to encourage even greater penetration. I suddenly realized I liked it. Suzanne's Suzie signals soared, and Millie's sang with hers. They were both having a great time. Suzanne sneezed again and I was getting close. I groaned and Suzanne knew I was about to let loose.

"Take him in your mouth slut, make him come, and don't you let even a single drop touch the air. I would like us to go back to the reception without any come stuck in your hair!" Suzanne commanded.

Millie sucked me in with little fanfare, but tremendous effect. She took me way down deep and then kept me there, varying her suction artfully. Suzanne daintily lifted her leg over us and pivoted easily, pushing me slightly toward the center of the stall and ducking her head between me and the wall. She gave my butt cheeks a few preliminary kisses, and then stuck her tongue right up my ass. Resistance was futile. I came a few seconds later, so strongly I almost passed out. Millie's pulsing Suzie signal told me she actually had an orgasm herself when I shot in her mouth. She was so perfectly my kind of girl. Suzanne got her tongue right up against my prostrate, and I felt her push against it for my last squirt. If I never had sex again, I would be happy remembering this little tableau.

I realize I had both hands clasped over the top of the stall wall to hold myself up, and had to plan the tension in my legs before I released my hands. Suzanne moved her head back around me and kissed Millie deeply, which thrilled me no end. I sat on the closed toilet lid and waited for my heart rate to come down. Suzanne went to the mirror and began to touch up her makeup, and Millie joined her. Suzanne laughed, saying, "Will that be enough to keep you satisfied, at least to avoid your grabbing any politico penises at the reception, slut?"

Millie giggled. "Well, it was pretty good, what there was of it! But I could use some more!" She giggled again.

I pulled myself back together and checked my hair in the mirror. I didn't have a comb, but Suzanne reached up and slicked my cowlick down in the back. Both girls gave themselves a little modified Sitz bath with paper towels, and then slipped their dresses back on and we emerged from the bathroom into the hallway. I spotted a very young looking guy in a dark suit on the landing at the other end of the hallway, but he turned and spoke into a cell phone held up to his ear. Did he look familiar? Maybe I was just paranoid about the Russkie crew, but I could not be sure if I had seen him before or where. He continued down the stairs, and we turned to go up the stairs at the other end of the hallway.

.....

Dwight was certain the Roberts kid had spotted him in the stairwell, but he tried to act naturally and turned back down the stairs. The threesome had been in that basement bathroom for some time, and he had no way of monitoring them, but he had a pretty good idea about what had been going on in there. That lucky little son of a bitch.

He was expecting lots of help from other agents upstairs, so he just had to cover the Pliskin daughter. The governor was on his way to the reception, and he had a pretty good DPS detail on him. Some FBI guys were there just because it was a high profile event, as was Dwight's boss. Sapiento and Erminia were together in their suite in the Four Seasons a few blocks away, where they would stay until the repainting and redecorating job was done on the house they had leased, so that team was nearby if needed.

.....

When we emerged from the stairwell, Heidi was standing in the hallway talking on her cell phone; she took in all three of us in a lingering glance and then got a knowing smile on her face. I blushed. She smiled even more widely. When we tried to slip into the door to the ballroom unnoticed, she slipped in behind us and spoke into Suzanne's ear, saying "Did you kid's enjoy yourselves?"

Suzanne giggled. "Yes Ma'am, we did!"

Heidi giggled, too. "I bet that was a lot more fun than the speeches we are about to endure!"

We found a place standing near the bar as the outgoing Senator, who kicked off the primary race when she decided not to run again, began to speak in introduction of the newly elected Senator, Heidi's husband. The former Senator had been an ESU cheerleader before she went to the ESU law school and had many terms in office. She did pretty well. Millie was enchanted. Suzanne and I endured. The governor made an entrance. There was much speculation about his next career move, after his primary run as a presidential contender ended early and not well. He had been governor longer than anyone, and he could run again in two years, but it was no longer the sure thing people originally thought.

Millie was up on the latest, however. "The governor has to appoint several members of the ESU Board of Regents before his current term is up. They serve six year terms, and four terms will expire in the next year and half. Just changing four of the eight regents would change the balance of power dramatically. If the rumors are correct that one or more of the other regents will resign before their normal terms end, the situation could change even more. That could mean a new university president, new policies on admissions, expansion, budgets, anything. There are also rumors that he was horse trading for his next gig, be that a cabinet position, a party leadership post, or a spot in private industry."

He made his way through the room toward the stage, greeting many people warmly and on a first name basis. He had that politician's gift of focus and making someone think he was really interested in them and listening to them. Millie almost swooned when he walked by and winked at her. "He's been governor since I was a little girl!" she whispered. I had only one data point on him. When he faltered so badly in the primary debates, my father told me, like a previous governor that went on to actually become President, that "he is dynamite in person, but he does not come across as well on television."

His speech was predictable, but thankfully short. Millie was all fired up again. She went back to the bar and immediately was surrounded by several guys, including the governor's chief of staff. At least they had good taste. I could hear her Suzie sparking again. Suzanne suggested that we all separate and mix a bit, I suppose as her father had taught her to work an event. As soon as she split off, a crowd of guys moved around her like ants to honey, at least the ones who could see. I decided not to torture myself watching guys hit on her, so I focused on the first woman I saw, and proceeded to chat her up like she was at one of the fraternity mixers.
I offered my hand. "Hello, I'm Robbie Roberts." She was in her 40's, short, compact, and pretty, with flashing green eyes and short blond hair. She was at first skillful at deflecting my inquiries, so I rambled on about myself until she felt a duty to reciprocate. Bonnie was the scheduler for the Lieutenant governor, which in Texas meant she was in almost complete control of the day to day activities of the politician most able to influence legislation in the state. She sent no Suzie for me, but she was becoming so genuinely friendly that I felt a bond to her. We ended up exchanging contact information and she invited me to come on a tour of the capital. I talked to several other women, and genuinely enjoyed myself for the next hour or so. I had circled back around to say a final goodbye to Bonnie when Winifred came up to say hello to her, too, and formally introduced us.

The election returns from the east began to come in, and the true political handicappers began to gather and dicker like commodity market traders. I heard discussions about polling before and after cell phones, the Dinkins effect, question shaping, and design for results. Most of it went over my head, but I gathered that polling was becoming more and more difficult to use to accurately predict elections, but much easier to use to try to influence them. Millie was fascinated with everything, and wanted to stay until the cows came home, but Suzanne and I did not. The two girls put their heads together and I caught a few words here and there like 'devotion' and 'service' in trade for us letting her stay all night. I spoke to Winifred again, and asked her to watch over Millie, and she agreed. Millie jumped up and down.

I took Millie's head in my hands and made eye contact. "You may not have sex with anyone when we are not with you, slut! You may flirt and tease them, but you may not squirt nor please them. Do you understand me?"

She sighed. "Yes Master. I will obey!"

I smiled at her. "Good girls now get lots of attention later, including hard spankings, followed by time on their fuck rugs!"

She beamed. "Yes, Master! I am looking forward to Saturday night."

As Suzanne and I walked back toward campus, I texted Kevin and discovered he was spending most of the night at the ZZZ house election party, which turned out to be an extended drinking game keyed into red states, blue states, and the electoral college numbers. He would be there until at least 3 AM, which gave me a rare window of opportunity with Suzanne. I increased my pace toward the dorm.

.....

Dwight was suddenly back out on the street following Suzanne and Robbie, torn away from the safe and certain location of the hotel. They headed north toward campus, and he retrieved his car from the lot and tried to stay parallel to them and a street over to reduce his chance of being spotted. He guessed wrong on a one way street and ended up three streets over, but he felt pretty sure they were head back to campus, either to call it a night or get Suzanne's car to go somewhere else.

.....

We got back to the dorm and I saw the familiar dazed looks as the denizens of the semi-permanent dorm lobby and lounge crew feasted their eyes on the totally amazing Suzanne walking in with the really unremarkable Robbie. Then I was embarrassed as we headed up to my floor and walked past garbage cans full of pizza boxes and discarded beer cans, both contributing to a pervasive smell of yeast, the real opiate of the masses. The panoply of pot smoke and other smells and erratic sounds leaking through the open and closed doors in the hallway assaulted our senses, and I realized I wanted something better than this. I was suddenly uncertain and self conscious and embarrassed by my surroundings. We paused while I unlocked my door, and Suzanne laughed and hugged my shoulder, saying "Was I the idiot that said I wanted more wild college days?"

I wanted to tell her I just wanted more of her. I sent her a Suzie blast of admiration, desire, and warmth. I tuned the Suzie band carefully for a clue to her emotions. I could sense that she was horny, and comfortable with me, but I had not yet found a Suzie wavelength upon which to listen for love. For all my sense of trust and openness with her, saying that I would have fallen for her did not exactly mean that I had told her I loved her. For all my extra information gleaned from her Suzie signals, I still was on the longhorns of the eternal dilemma: does she love me and should I tell her I love her? For all my supposed romantic information advantages there was still that seemingly impenetrable risk of intimacy and revelation staring me right in the face.

.....

Dwight was relieved when he spotted them entering the dorm. He couldn't cover all the exits, but he was pretty sure they would be in Robbie's room until they headed for Suzanne's car, and he could cover all the routes between those two locations. Monitoring them in the dorm was not as easy as some people might think. There were all sorts of devices to co-opt, but there were so many of them they interfered with each other. Wi-Fi everywhere was more than just a catchphrase at a giant college dorm, and there were open and easily force paired Bluetooth devices in abundance, plus poorly shielded microwave ovens by the dozens. Every room had several battery charger wall warts, and many of them were little transmitters interfering with other signals, and this particular dorm had a full complement of compact fluorescent lights supplied by the lowest bidder, which meant their radio emissions were off the chart. There were also dozens of radios, stereos, and iPod docks blaring music up and down the hall, adding to the clutter in the microphones. Dwight's software suite could quickly recognize most radio programs and recorded music and subtract their signals from what he heard, but there often were so many indie bands with limited release music and even people playing recordings of their brother's garage band that sometimes the software could not filter them all out.

Suzanne had been a bad influence on Robbie, from Dwight's point of view, anyway, as she had made him install an NAT firewall in front of his previously loosey-goosey Windows laptop, and since the Russian business, his UDT buddies had completely wiped the hard drive and installed a very robust Linux setup with freeware apps and a white hat hacker security program that logged all the router activity and eliminated all the easily exploitable normal Windows vulnerabilities. Dwight could still break in, of course, but there was a non-zero chance that a trace would be left behind, and that made it hard to be the no such agent that his employer demanded. Kevin's laptop, on the other hand, was an open access playground. Kevin spent so much time on offshore movie file sharing sites, porn sites, and gambling sites that his best defense was merely that the already installed zombie malware form all over the world often stepped on the surveillance stuff Dwight tried to install. But tonight he was able to activate Kevin's laptop webcam and microphone remotely with a single click. He kept the screen and LED's on the machine dark, and even jiggered the ESU network QOS to give him stutter free HD snooping. He saw Robbie's bed, with the ESU logo blanket, just as he heard the door being unlocked.

.....

As soon as I locked the door, Suzanne turned and gave me a sweet, lingering kiss like a high school girl on her first date. For some reason it made me angry, even as it turned me on. I kissed her savagely, turned her around, and lifted up her dress, knowing there were no panties under it. I pushed her onto her knees on the bed and grabbed her ass, roughly spreading her butt cheeks apart. It was a good thing she was wet, because I plunged myself into her pussy as deeply as I could on the first stroke and then tried to get even deeper, paying no attention to her Suzie signals or even to her breathing. Her head was trapped against the little wall mounted backstop cushion, and I pounded her like she was a mare tied out to a hitching post. I just rocked back and forth like a crazed stud horse, staying in my own little horny rhythm. Suddenly she made a little grunt and then sneezed twice in rapid succession. It just made me try to go harder and faster. I grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled her head back and she turned to look at me wild eyed and with nostrils flaring. I just fucked her even harder. She sneezed again. I let go of her hair and used the free hand to spank her ass, hard, in time to my quickening strokes into her. After a few more minutes, she sneezed again.

Suddenly my fog lifted and I realized that her Suzie signals were pounding into me like I was leaning against a big juke box with the volume all the way up. It was like the buzzing bass notes were connected directly to my bones and also pushing the air out of my lungs. When she sneezed again I also sensed her pulsing orgasm through her Suzie signal. It seemed to flow right from my brain down through my body like an electric shock in an old cartoon, and I shot my seed into her like someone had hit me with a Taser stuck to my behind. I kept pumping into her long after there was nothing left to shoot, and then my legs buckled and I fell to my knees. Suzanne fell down on the bed, sobbing. I tumbled into bed next to her, dripping sweat and tears. I would have to check for blood.

.....

Dwight was paralyzed, trapped like a fly in amber by the images on his screen and the sounds in his headphones. Another promising MIT grad turned into a professional voyeur by the agency. His mouth stayed open so long he finally began to notice how dry it was and closed it.

.....

Suzanne was still laboring to breathe, and I knew it was certainly not due to a lack of cardiovascular conditioning. I was gradually regaining my wind and thus the ability to talk. Then I realized the real problem: what the hell was I going to say to her?

But as usual, Suzanne filled in all the gaps, and in fact I might not have to speak for some time. "I never had sex in a dorm room before! I never went all the way as a freshman when I lived in the dorm. Does the smell of stale beer and pizza always do that to you? Maybe you were born to be frat rat! Good grief, Robbie. I must have come ten times! You weren't exactly tender, were you? You just fucked me like a damn animal! I may feed you pizza and beer at my place next time you visit. It must have taken me three minutes to begin breathing normally after that. I couldn't even talk for goodness sake! When you started to spank me I almost understood how Millie comes from the pain. It was all sort of mingled together there!"

She drew a ragged breath. Her Suzie signal suddenly bathed the room in warm contentment, louder than I had ever experienced. It melted right into my bones and I felt it, too. I wasn't sending the signal, but I was sure resonating with it.

Suzanne continued to babble, pausing every once and a while to breathe or kiss me. "Maybe it was the reception. Does politics fire you up like it did Millie? Maybe it's the sequence of politics and then pizza smell? Maybe it was just the fact that it was election night? This is the first election night since you lost your virginity, isn't it? Maybe you liked the little scene in the bathroom? Do white tiles or brass rails always turn you on?"

I just lay there like a whale washed up on the beach, and just let her inevitable seas break against me. It was only Tuesday, it was already way past my bed time, and the next 14 days until Thanksgiving break were going to be the busiest I had ever seen in my life. What starts here changes my world!
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