Cheryl Thomson was still being dominated by Claude Johnston (see earlier chapters). Rob Thomson had been debauched and was beginning to like it. Lisa Thomson was about to begin her new work-study program at her University to help pay her tuition.
Lisa Thomson entered the room which "J" had directed her to go for the initial process of her work study program. Lisa Thomson is the daughter of Cheryl and Rob Thomson and was now at University with her older brother. She was a freshman. Until this point, her father was a successful businessman but they recently moved to Georgia for a new job her mother obtained teaching after she finished her new Online Masters Degree. Unfortunately for the Thomsons, Claude Johnston, known as the "janitor" of the town had plans for all the white people he brought to Potoxy, GA.
Inside the room was the first white woman, other than herself, she had seen on this side of campus. She felt more at ease and comfortable instantly. The woman, strikingly beautiful with auburn-red hair stood and introduced herself. The woman looked like a cross between Mary Jane Watson from the Spider-Man comics and the redhead from "How I Met Your Mother". Lisa wasn't a lesbian, but even she had to admire the body of the woman, while her face, while still beautiful, gave off a more innocent aura than the sexiness her body exuded.
"Hi," the woman said as she stood to shake hands, "I'm Susan MacNealy. I came over to this side of campus to give you another white face to look at as I've read about your prior predjudices," she said in a scornful voice.
Lisa looked fearfully at the woman and replied questioningly, "Predjudices???" even though what Mrs. MacNealy said was true.
"Really Lisa??" responded Susan in a cold tone, "are you really going to deny you called your father complaining about all the 'N-worded' students here at the University?"
"How did you...," Lisa began to ask before being cut off by Mrs. MacNealy.
"Know that you're racist self-entitled, smug, and bitchy?" injected Susan meanly. Susan actually didn't really want to do this to Lisa, but knew the consequences if she didn't. Susan was an undercover federal agent and had spent the last four years building a case of corruption against CT Conglomerate. She couldn't show mercy on Lisa and blow her cover. "Anyhow," Susan continued, "there are nurse assistant shifts at three locations. In order to fulfill your tuition requirements with the fewest hours, I'm recommending you assist at the CT Fellow Hospital."
"Isn't the CT Fellow Hospital a University sponsored hospital for the elderly of the inner city?" asked Lisa with a combination of fear and disdain in her voice.
"Yes, Lisa, it is," answered Susan coldly, "but if you want to pay off your tuition," continued Susan, while also thinking that this could help her investigation as well, "then this is almost your only option," concluded Susan while handing Lisa a packet of papers. "Please fill out the following paperwork."
Susan left the room and Lisa took the packet back to her dorm room to fill out. In her rush, she didn't notice the Post-It note on the right side of the package. It read, "Lisa, meet me (Susan MacNealy) at 6:30pm at the University lawn." As Lisa rushed out the door, the note blew off the package before she read it. "J", who was trailing Lisa to ensure completion of this step, found the note, and called Claude Johnston immediately.
"Yes, my king," said 'J' into the phone, "yes, she met with Mrs. MacNealy, and the conversation went according to script. I'm calling to fill you in on something," he stated, "yes, Mrs. MacNealy left Lisa a note to meet her this evening."
'J' stood in silence listening to the instructions from the other side of the phone and he went off to find Lisa.
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Cheryl woke the day following being anally plowed by Master Johnston in a state of aching discomfort. Although the time during the anal sex was an intense mixture of pain, pleasure, and a helplessness that added eroticism, her ass felt on fire and in pain this morning. She looked to the other side of the bed, which lay empty as Rob was still traveling. She wondered how he was doing while at the same time didn't really care. So much had happened since he went on his trip.
First, the "date", then that crazy video which made it look like she was the perpetrator during the date, then the oral sex, all of which defined her as a whore because she was paid. Finally, the latest total submission to Master Johnston for his anal fucking of her into a ball of senseless fuck-mush. What worried her about it was although he did cast some sort of a spell on her, was it the spell, or her desire that made her react that way???
He did blow some dust in her face and utter some words, but did it really have any effect? Was it the spell or his commanding presence that caused her to submit? He does tower over her with his massive hulking frame, even if he is thin and fit, he is still at least a foot taller and definitely much heavier than her.
Cheryl was thinking deeply about everything that had happened since she and Rob moved to Potoxy, GA. Was the debauchery created by some mystical forces of some unknown or unquantifiable power? Or, and this is the thought that scared Cheryl the most, were all of her actions taken in free will with mere suggestions which Cheryl received in her mind as permission to be the whore she wanted to be?
Even from that awful "date" she went on for Lateesha, the disfigured young man didn't physically force her to do anything. He asked her if he could masturbate in front of her. Lateesha had set her up to expect that, but she was the one who did comply. Cheryl went through each event: the pipe ceremony in the classroom, the debt-repayment oral and breast sex, and even the anal sex with Master Johnston; all of them occurred because she agreed for it to happen.
Cheryl came to this awful realization, but decided she needed to get up and get ready to teach school that day, even through her discomfort. She went down and made herself a coffee, and even though she knew the origin of the cream in the container Claude gave to her [see Chapter 1 of The Janitor is King for background on the cream], she still poured some in her coffee and sat there in thought. Cheryl even had to admit there was no magical power in Claude's cum laden cream in her coffee. If anything, it only unlocked her womanhood and made her yearn for sexuality.
After getting dressed and on her drive to the school, Cheryl thought about when the sexuality with Rob waned and why. Come to think of it, the reduction in sexuality with Rob occurred a few classes into her Online Masters Degree in Education. They inquired about scheduling and free days, and she even conversations with other students about intimacies with their significant others and they all lamented that class nights always seemed to change and reschedule on nights they usually had their intimacies. Even after she finished the program and got the job in Potoxy, Cheryl was busy with the move, and Rob was busy rearranging the schedule, so they never had any sex.
It made sense why Cheryl had been so weak sexually and succumbed to the different events. Her body must have been like some sort of powder keg. She had often read that a woman began reaching her sexual peak at her age where a man's sexual peak was far earlier. Well, the terrible events had happened. Cheryl came to realize and came to the acceptance that she HAD behaved like a slut, but that she DID want to make things work with Rob, if only for the children. She would put an end to the blackmail from Claude today, to hell with the consequences.
She pulled into the school driveway but, for the first time, there was a parking spot open away from Claude's office door. She quickly pulled into that spot, gathered her things and walked into the school by the front door for a change.
"Wow,"
