The following day Zachary and Edwin met for lunch, as planned, at a small diner in a nearby town.
"You look worried, Edwin," said Zachary, his face serious as he slid into the booth at the back of the diner.
"Not so much worried," Edwin answered, "as puzzled and concerned."
"Sloan is nothing if not a puzzle," the old teacher said.
"More than you can imagine," said Edwin gravely.
He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and began to wipe is glasses as he gazed at his friend intently.
"At this point," Zachary said as he reached for a menu, "there is little about him that would surprise me."
"I'm about to challenge that, Zachary," Edwin said in a litigious tone.
With that Edwin told his friend about what had happened with Sloan the day before; how the young teacher had taken control of his women, and what Alan had done afterward.
As Edwin spoke Zachary nodded and asked occasional questions, but did not seem to be as astonished as Edwin had expected him to be. His expression stayed even throughout Edwin's narrative.
When the old leader had concluded his story Zachary nodded and said, "Well, that explains a few things and confirms a theory."
"Such as?" Edwin inquired.
"Well," said Zachary, "It explains why my girl, Dorothy has been..." he paused for a moment, "How should I put this?"
He stopped for a moment. His brow furrowed.
Then he continued, "She hasn't been disobedient, as such, but has been less than fully cooperative. She would pout sometimes when given an order.
At first I thought that maybe my power was diminishing. That has been known to happen with some of us of an advanced age. I knew, though, that she had been through the conditioning. She was a graduate of our school. So, even if my power was diminishing, that shouldn't have happened.
I started watching her more closely. That's when things started to fall into place. I realized that she had not started acting like that until after Alan's arrival and that all of her resistance seemed to center around being separated, in one manner or another, from Alan. That's when the theory started to form.
I began to think that our Mr. Sloan may be far more powerful than any of us could possibly have imagined.
Your experience would seem to prove that."
"Why didn't you say something about this before now?" Edwin asked.
"Because, until now, after hearing your story, I wasn't completely certain that I was right," the old teacher answered.
Raising one eyebrow, but smiling, Edwin said, "You are sometimes cautious to a fault, Zachary."
Howard Throckmorton was interested in a young lady he'd had his eye on for quite some time, but simply hadn't gotten around to yet.
She was the cashier at the local coffee shop downtown. Her body was the sort of thing that most men dream of, but never get close to. Her five foot frame sported wide, womanly hips that ended in a nicely rounded ass that was just the right size for her stature. It was big enough to be noticed, but not big enough to distract from the rest of her (unless, of course, you happened to see her walking away from you). Above that was a very trim twenty-two inch waist. Her face was nearly angelic with wide, blue eyes, a cute, little button nose, and a smallish mouth with lips made to be wrapped around a hard cock. Her face was framed by thick, light brown hair that, had she not had it tied back for her job, would have cascaded down over her shoulders alluringly.
It is unlikely, however, that most men noticed these enticing attributes because the main attraction, perhaps one should say the two main attractions, was her chest. Her tits were startlingly huge for someone of her height. Like many retail workers she wore a polo shirt with the name of the business emblazoned across it as part of her work uniform. In her case the letters of the name "The Bean Bar" were wildly distorted by the size and shape of the prodigious bust behind them.
Each morning Howard would go into town to run a few errands and always make the coffee shop his last stop before going home. For several weeks he had been ensuring that she knew his name and was ever so slightly turned on by his presence as he walked up to the counter each morning. One day, while waiting in line to place his order, he decided to probe her mind a bit more deeply than he had before to find out exactly what sort of sexual desires and proclivities she had.
She liked older men. That was a plus given that he was, to all appearances, forty-five and she was nineteen. She liked to give and receive oral sex. Good. But, she didn't like for a man to cum in her mouth let alone swallow. That could be adjusted with minor effort. She liked to dominate during sex. Temporarily that had to go. She liked anal. That was not Howard's cup of tea, but he had to admit that she certainly had the ass for it. He could be flexible and accommodating about some things. She had always had trouble achieving orgasms even with some very capable lovers. That Howard could definitely fix.
He also found out that she got off work at half past three that afternoon, had no classes that day, and no pressing plans for her afternoon off. Perfect.
He tried to be careful about these things. He didn't just randomly demand that a girl go home with him for a good fuck. He didn't want anybody, for example, to lose time from their job, or possibly lose their job outright, on his account. A woman should not find herself suddenly unemployed just because he was horny. Similarly with students, he didn't want to them to miss any classes because of his desires. There seemed to be a decreasing number of decently educated people in the word as it was. He saw no reason that he should add to that problem.
As mentioned, he had been making sure that she was slightly aroused by his presence each morning. For the previous week or so he'd been tweaking that just a wee bit more than usual each day. After all, it's no good if a woman finds herself aroused and about to be fucked by a man of whom she has had no such thoughts before. That always required a good deal of extra effort to calm the woman down (they tended to panic in such situations) and make her enjoy the experience. If he set the stage properly she would come to enjoy it all on her own.
Given her predisposition toward older men he thought it possible that his little plan might be working well. He hadn't boosted her arousal level to the point that she might think it odd or wonder what was happening to her. He had only raised it to the level that she might think of him as someone special or someone about whom she might entertain some small fantasies.
As his turn came and he approached the counter she smiled dazzlingly and said, "Good morning, Mr. Throckmorton."
It was a beautiful smile. She had white, even teeth and thick sensuous lips that should never have been allowed to speak any words except, "Fuck me harder, Mr. Throckmorton," or, "I want to suck your cock." That, of course, would all come in due time.
"Good morning, Daisy," he said, "How are you this morning?"
"Oh," she said as she crossed her arms under her chest mountains, "I'm feeling better than I have in a long time."
Folding her arms like that pressed her breasts together in such a way that the word "bean" disappeared into a deep, cloth-covered cleavage.
"I have no classes today," she continued, "and I'm getting off work early enough in the afternoon to actually go out and enjoy myself for once."
"Well," Howard said feigning surprise, "That's wonderful news. Have you any big plans for your time off?"
"Nothing specific," she said. Then she leaned over the counter, looked the man straight in the eye and said flirtatiously, "But, given half a chance I can think of a lot of fun things to do with that kind of time."
"I've no doubt that you can," he responded in kind.
"Your usual this morning, sir?" she asked.
"Yes," he said, "The usual. A large house blend to go. No room for cream. I'm a creature of habit I'm afraid."
"Not all habits are bad, you know," she said as she swiped the man's credit card through the machine, then she whispered, "and some bad habits are very, very good."
"I've no doubt that you know quite a few," he whispered back.
"I'll bet that you could teach me some that I've never heard of," she said in a breathy and enticing voice.
