The following is chapter 1 in a multi-part series. For background on Dean Bobby and Worthington
University, please read Chapter 0.
Chapter 1 – First week of school
I was thrilled that the hidden cameras I had installed in each room in the Freshman dorms were working perfectly. I was able to watch everything the students did in crystal clear video from the security of my own private room in that very same dormitory. My only regret was that I couldn't find nearly enough time to devote to my new favorite hobby.
As both Senior Resident and Dean of Students for Worthington University, the first week of school is always the most hectic of the year. I spent most of each day getting the students acclimated to their new environment while ensuring that everyone had places to live and the correct schedules of classes. True to my earlier promise, I also devoted several hours each afternoon and early evening conducting random room checks. I would knock on a student's door and announce "This is Dean Bobby, please open your door." The students knew they had until the count of 10 to open up, at which point I would use my master key and let myself in. Not once during that first week did I ever find anything that required further attention. I would chat and joke with the student so that by the time I left, they didn't feel like the visit had been an intrusion. By the end of the first week, I had visited with each student at least twice, getting to know them each a little better. These checks went on until dinner, at which point I would join the freshmen in the student cafeteria, sitting with a different group each night. I would finally return to my room, mentally exhausted but thrilled by what I knew was waiting for me on my computer.
I worked until well past midnight each evening watching and then tagging every video on my private server. My computer was setup with two large flat panel displays, so I was able to observe eight movies at once. I soon had a routine established that let me quickly delete the useless videos, archive the semi-interesting ones, and mark as favorites the ones I wanted to view again and be able to access quickly.
My first task was to build a digital catalog of every student, complete with their important information. With over 200 new freshmen residents, I decided to begin with the girls. For each student, I started by listing their name, birthdate and home town. I next made a copy of my favorite images of each - one of their face, one fully clothed, one full-body shot naked, and then close-ups of their asses, breasts and pussies. Next to each image, I would add a category type. Body types included "Athletic", "petite" and "busty". Pussies could be "Bushy" or "Shaved." For tits, I tried to guess the cup size and whether they were natural or enhanced. After several days, my personal female student database was complete. It was time to find my first "project."
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Cassidy Jennings had come to Worthington from a small prep school in Connecticut. She had a cute round face with pouty lips and long blonde hair. My favorite parts of Cassidy were her medium-sized perky breasts which she proudly put on display with each outfit she wore. I figured she was enjoying the freedom of college as I watched her sleep with three different guys her first two days at school. It appeared that she had picked one favorite though, as she had hooked up with Jimmy Franklin each of the last three nights in her room at exactly 10 PM. If they had thoughts about making tonight four in a row, I would be paying Cassidy a little visit.
At around 9 that night I pulled up the live video images of Cassidy and Jimmy side by side on my monitors to see if I could determine if they were getting ready to meet up. Cassidy spent the hour showering, shaving, and applying twelve different bottles of lotions and perfumes to every part of her body. Jimmy sprayed his armpits with deodorant and put on clean underwear. It seemed like I was in luck.
At exactly 10 PM Jimmy hurried out of the elevator and almost ran me right over. "Hello Mr. Franklin," I said cheerily. "Where are you off to in such a hurry this evening?"
"Dean Bobby? Um, er, nowhere important," he stammered as he shot a quick glance in the direction of Cassidy's room. "Just going to visit a friend."
"It's kind of late for a visit, isn't it? I hope everything is OK?" I asked.
"No! I mean, Yes! I mean, everything's just fine. Nothing serious at all." He continued to babble and he shot another look past me to the door down the hall.
"Great! Then perhaps you wouldn't mind helping me out this evening?" I asked.
"Me?"
"Why not? The Worthington chapter of the Abstinence Society is having their first meeting next week. I told them I'd be happy to go door to door explaining the goals of the club and personally inviting every freshman student. How about I give you some literature to hand out? You take this side of the hall, I'll take the other. Shouldn't take us more than a few hours to finish."
Jimmy's face scrunched up and paled noticeably as he tried desperately to think up an escape plan. "You know Dean Bobby, I just realized that I forgot I had something super important to do tonight. And now that I think about it, my friend isn't even on this floor. I'm supposed to be one floor down. You don't mind if I take a rain check on the abstinence thing, do you?"
"But of course not. Go do your super important thing. But just in case you change your mind, I'll be on this floor for the next few hours if you'd like to join me."
"Thanks Dean Bobby. I'll keep that in mind, but...uh, right now I gotta go!" He skipped the elevator and practically sprinted down the stairs, back towards his own room.
I almost felt sorry for the dumb lug, it was just too easy. I made a mental note that I'd make this up to him at a later date. But right now, someone else was requiring my attention.
I walked over to Cassidy's door and knocked firmly. Before I could even announce myself, from inside the room I heard "Get your ass inside and fuck me! Hurry the hell up, you're late so I started without you."
I entered the room and cheerfully said "Hello Miss Jennings. How are you this evening?" Cassidy's eyes got huge and she grabbed for the blanket next to her, but not before I got a look at her completely naked, one hand fingering her clit, the other holding onto the vibrator shoved deep inside of her. "Oh my God! Dean Bobby! What are you doing here?" She asked frantically.
"You told me to come in Miss Jennings. Surely you remember." I turned around and locked her door, then grabbed a chair and sat down right in front of her. "So please tell me, why do you seem so surprised?"
