The black Mustang turned down the road into the college campus, rock music blaring from it's speakers as the sunglasses clad man inside surveyed the scene around him. It was move-in day, the start of a new semester and year, for him his senior one. The sidewalks of the campus road were clogged with students, both returning and fresh meat, and the parents of the latter as they unpacked cars, met up with friends, or explored their new home for the first time.
Navigating his way through the throng of people Jack White, the man behind the wheel, eventually made it to the parking lot of the dorms he would be staying in this year, finding a prime spot and claiming it. Tossing his sunglasses into the passenger seat beside him he stepped out, a sly grin on his face as he considered his near future.
He was a far cry from the freshman that had stepped out of the same car, a graduation gift from his parents, four years ago. Gone was the scrawny, shy dork, replaced by a powerful, confident man. His thick arms were barely covered by the faded, green school t-shirt he had on, given to him his freshman year. A few sizes too small it clung to his muscular upper body like a second skin. Below was a pair of tan cargo shorts held up by a fabric belt, his powerful legs sticking out from them, evidence that skipping leg day wasn't a thing for him.
Running a hand through his neat brown hair, which sat on top of a face that seemingly belonged in front of a camera, his high cheekbones and strong jaw giving him Hollywood good looks, his brown eyes surveyed the scene around him. With a head full of plans to properly enjoy his last hurrah at this school he made his way to the door, eager to get underway.
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Behind a folding table in the lobby Mindy Woods sat, the pen in her hand tapping absentmindedly over Jack's name on her sheet. She had never met him before, the size of the campus and her relationship having kept her away from him, but now the latter was over and the former wouldn't be an issue. She was surprised though, most seniors choose to stay in the nicer dorms across campus or in an apartment nearby, not that she was complaining.
In fact, she was looking forward to meeting the man everyone on campus had seemingly heard of. After her breakup the stories she had heard from friends had peeked her interest, stories of a man who took what he wanted, who was rough and cruel in the ways that make women obsessed.
She had made sure to dress to catch his eye as best she could, the bright orange school tee she was wearing pulled tight and tied with a hairband to expose her toned midriff and the diamond in her belly button, as well as highlight her medium sized tits. Below it she wore Daisy Dukes, emphasizing her long legs which ended in a pair of sandal wedge heels. The light blue nail polish on her toes matched her fingernails, both done the day before in anticipation.
Brushing some of her shoulder length brown hair, curled at the ends, out of her pretty brown eyed face and behind an ear where one of the two small, gold hoops she had in dangled her attention was drawn to the sound of the door in front of her opening, a devilish grin crossing her light pink lipsticked lips as she bit the lower one. He was everything she had imagined him to be already, and as he approached her desk she hoped she'd done enough to earn his attention.
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Jack approached the desk like he owned the building around it, and with his influence he practically did. As he his eyes wandered the woman sitting behind it, openly objectifying her with his gaze, unconcerned with her reaction whatever it may be.
"I'm Jack, I'm staying in this building this year. I need my room key." He said with a cool confidence none could match.
"Y-yes of course!" The woman responded as if she had just been snapped out of a trance. "I'm Mindy, I'll be your RA this year." Mindy reached into an envelope on the table and fished out a key card. After checking the number on it against her sheet she stood up. "This is your key," she said as she handed it to him, "if you'll follow me I'll take you to your room."
The walk up to the room was short, with Jack enjoying the view Mindy was offering him the whole way. Eventually they reached the door which Jack opened and stepped through, Mindy quickly following him.
"Now I'm only a couple doors down the hall if you ever need anything," she said as she stepped towards the senior, placing a hand softly on his chest, "anything at all."
Jack looked down at her hand, grinning wickedly as his cock quickly stiffened in his shorts. As his eyes moved back up to hers his hand moved around her head, suddenly grabbing the back of hair painfully tight, eliciting a shocked, pained moan from her lips.
"There's is one thing we'd better cover Mindy," Jack growled aggressively as he made her look into his powerful eyes, "just so there's no issues down the road." He paused for a second before continuing. "I'm the one that's in charge of this floor, not you." He explained forcefully. "You're just another slut in this hall for me to use. Just another toy I own. Am I understood?"
Mindy could only nod meekly, the shock and arousal fogging up her mind making any other response impossible. That wasn't good enough for Jack though, his free hand suddenly slapping her cheek.
"Y-yes I-I understand," Mindy said, her voice shaky as a hand reached up to touch her stinging cheek, "you're in charge, I'm just another toy for you to use." She said, surprising herself with how easily she submitted. "This floor belongs to you, I belong to you master."
Before she could even realize what she was saying Jack roughly forced her to her knees in front of him, making her look up at her new god.
"This is exactly where you belong slut," he taunted her as his free hand began to undo his belt, "on your knees." As his belt came undone his shorts fell around his ankles and without any hesitation he forced his RA's lips around his thick cock. Slowly he pulled her head forward, feeling his cock force it's way into her throat as she gagged at the invasion.
"Look up at me," Jack demanded forcefully, slapping the poor woman again, her whimper muffled by the cock plugging her throat, "don't you dare take your eyes off me, and grab your fucking ankles." He added, grinning as she obeyed, clearly eager to please him.
