Do you believe in mind control? Francis spent a lot of money taking mind control classes at the university until scientists recently stated mind control was a joke. You can't make anyone do anything they don't want to. Actually Francis wasn't enrolled in a physical university. It was distant learning, on line with the Trans Pacific Western University. Not accredited, except in Nassau. But they do have a medical school.
He had already applied for three loans and was turned down every time. They always mentioned something about "with approval of credit".
He had to come up with a scheme that would make him rich. Like the people on the Internet. They come up with a software algorithm, using about 30 lines of code, and they become immediate billionaires. If he could come up with something useful, like how to tell if your wife is cheating on you, he would become a millionaire. Background checks don't work - judging by the number of Government bureaucrats doing prison time. And who runs a background check on your wife?
Francis teaches ballroom dancing to adults. Just teaching ballroom dancing wasn't netting him enough to buy a new home. He was living in a ghetto in San Jose, sharing his space with two homeless men. Both were gay and kept him up all night, butt fucking each other. He planned to buy a new home in Cloverdale, a small town far north of San Francisco. It was a three hour commute to the studio, but he could take the train.
Francis had to circumvent computer mentality. When you ask for a loan the first thing the banker does is ask you for your social security number; then he checks your credit score. Now, if you were some sexy female with big boobs, I doubt the guy would immediately ask for your social security number. He'd probably small talk for a while, maybe take you to lunch, and completely forget about credit scores. Francis remembered the financial collapse in 2008, where lots of porn stars, hookers, and drug dealers got home loans, without any down payment. Loan officers were filling out loan application forms in return for blow jobs.
Francis did take a course in hypnotism when he was in the military. It worked fine with his friends. His friends were all college graduates. Of course, you cannot hypnotize an idiot. It would easier to hypnotize a frog. He tried hypnotizing Luke, and Luke just fell asleep. With an erection. Luke always had an erection, God bless him.
Genius describes very few people. If you're a mindless dumbo, going to college won't make you any smarter. That assumes you even get accepted. But the creative mind is a wonderful thing. Francis would send Luke in to apply for a loan. Luke had a huge cock, and worked for Francis as a male escort.
It was a simple matter to find a female loan officer. Luke would go in and apply for a credit card. He dressed up for the part, wearing polyester trousers and a white dress shirt. No tie. You don't wear ties in Silicon Valley. The trousers hugged his hips and obviously his 10-inch cock was on modest display. Francis sent Luke to Wells Fargo Bank, a bank well known in banking circles as an aggressive lender. This means they will force you to open an account, whether you want one or not. Francis wanted to see if Luke would have to produce his social security number.
The loan officer's name was Ava. She appeared to be in her late 30's, wore wire rimmed glasses, and conservative clothes. Bankers don't dress like whores. Not usually. Her skirt was knee length and tight enough to outline her thick thighs. Ava was a single mother, with two preteens. Luke immediately sensed she was horny; women in that age group are always running to the ladies room to get themselves off. In fact, women over 30 enter their golden years, when their sex drive increases exponentially to make them want to quit their jobs, stay home, and masturbate all day long. This physiological phenomenon lasts until they reach 90. Maybe 100. My ex-wife's mother was in a nursing home in her late 80's and some old guy from across the hall would sneak over and fuck her. How did I know? She told us.
"Oh, I have a new boy friend ..." she purred.
When we last saw Luke, he was standing in Ava's office, waiting to be seated. She was on the phone, talking to her mother. With Luke standing there, she was trying to be nonchalant, casual, chatting away. She had trouble forming her words. Luke's cock was at eye level to her . Almost as though she were hypnotized she tried not to stare at it. But she had excellent eyesight. She indicated that Luke should be seated. Luke grunted and sat. Soon her mother finished telling her that Ava's sister passed the bar exam, and Ava hung up.
"Well, good morning, my name is Ava .." she extended her hand to Luke. Usually bankers don't shake hands with you until after you close the deal.
"Luke." He took her soft hand and imagined what it would feel like wrapped around his cock.
"What can we do for you today, Luke?" She had a wide mouth, with sensual lips. Luke tried to remember the correlation between a woman's lips and her cunt.
"I'd like to apply for a credit card," Luke said, smiling at her. "I need to be prequalified for a car loan too."
She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Why don't we go to Starbucks across the street and discuss it. I'm due for a break anyway ..." Luke wasn't surprised. I had thoroughly briefed Luke on what to expect.
They walked outside, standing together at the curb, while she pretended to be checking her cell phone for messages. They were waiting for the light to change. She was glancing sideways at Luke's cock. Had it grown thicker or was it her imagination? She was rubbing her thighs together. She had a big ass for a woman her size.
Finally the pedestrian light came on, and they ambled across the street. She seemed to have trouble walking a straight line. She was wobbling on her heels. Luke had seen women aroused before, in fact, he had never met a woman who wasn't aroused. But this poor lady appeared to be on the verge of an orgasm. She could hardly walk.
At Starbucks, Luke offered to get her a latté, for which she was thankful. But as Luke was bringing the order to their table, she said, "I have to go to the little girl's room... I'll be right back."
Ava literally ran across the room, into the hallway, and down to the ladies room door. Thankfully there was no line.
She dashed into ladies room, opened the swinging door to a vacant stall and before she could sit, she wet her pants. Mildly cursing to herself, she slipped her panties off and sat down on the toilet seat. She had to finish herself off or else she'd be unable to function rationally. She reached down between her legs, found her clit inside the toilet bowl, and strummed it like she was playing a guitar. She had a good sized clit. It was waiting for her, stiff - actually stiffer than usual. She climaxed for the first time, very strong. She came again. She needed more. Ava hadn't been this horny since she watched two dogs fucking at her mother's house.
Since she'd seen Luke's cock she'd not been herself. She could have put Luke's phone number into her list of contacts. She could have called him and said she'd been delayed in the ladies room. She could say she had a customer on the line. This would have given her more time to masturbate. Her labia felt extremely swollen.
After twenty minutes had gone by Luke thought he should send someone to check on Ava. Maybe she had hit her head on a door knob. Maybe she was attacked by a crazy lesbian. Luke drank his latte. Hers was cold. Finally she came back, a bit disheveled. She had applied new lipstick and combed her hair.
"I had to take a call ..." she apologized.
