This was it.
Mannie's heart raced as she entered the orientation team's workroom. The last day of Modesto University's orientation had ended without a hitch. Their supervisor, a tall and well-built senior with perfect brown hair and the ironic name of Junior, had showered the team with praises and compliments for their hard work and dedication at the wrap-up meeting over an hour ago. That was where Junior had pulled her aside and asked her to drop back by later to talk. You know, "talk".
The smile on Mannie's face started then and hadn't abated. She had hurried back to her dorm room after the meeting to freshen up. Makeup had to be touched up, of course. Would changing into a dress be too obvious? Who cares; wear the sexy halter top one. What about no panties? Okay, that sounded a little desperate. A nice black thong with lace front should be fine.
Slipping on her heels and adjusting her cleavage just right, Mannie had left the room and made her way back to the union building and the team's temporary workroom. Most of the lights were out now and everyone had left, but there sat Junior in the back office, glowing in the last bit of light. She'd seen him often like that, working late on the next day's plans, getting everything just right. She would fantasize about running her hand through his beautiful hair, grabbing the back of his head, straddling him in his chair...
She hadn't always been like this. She was raised by good, conservative parents in a conservative family. She kept the urges she had at bay during high school, but things started to break down her freshman year in college. Sex was a constant topic among the girls in the dorm. They had so much more experience than her and shared all of it, very openly. Their stories never failed to get a reaction and she would listen to them eagerly, but the real crack in the dam came on the night of the end-of-school-year dorm party.
Mannie didn't even know who it was, but one of the girls had put a dominatrix video on the television for a laugh. Fascinated, she couldn't look away. Struggling with her own issues of control, she admired how the woman took control of the man and had her way with him...teased him...made him her toy to play with. Despite all of her successes in high school and college, men had controlled so much of Mannie's life that she hadn't even considered how much she resented it. How much internally she raged against it. How much she wanted to be in control.
That summer, Mannie started making changes in her life. Rather than return home as her parents wanted, she stayed in Modesto and worked different jobs at the University while taking classes, classes that her father and family would emphatically disapprove of- theater and art. She pursued men and dated for the first time, several times, though not very successfully. And filling out her summer were the odd jobs that the University assigned her, none very special, until she met Junior.
The first meeting of the orientation team had taken place in this same room and Mannie had noticed, and wanted, Junior immediately. Striding across the room to greet her, he extended his hand while she stared at his handsome face awestruck. A short chuckle from him broke the spell, so they laughed together while shaking hands. It was the first of many laughs they shared.
Quiet and confident, Junior guided the team expertly through a month of preparation and execution for orientation. Drawn from an array of colleges at the university, the team worked together superbly and executed what felt like perfection- a week of fun and sharing that made all of the new students friends with each other as well as the team. Certainly none of them could recall their own orientation experiences being any better. It was perhaps the most fulfilling month of Mannie's life, made all the better by lusting for Junior through all of it.
