John Taylor approached the college lecture hall followed closely by two young women. John was just old enough to look out of place on a university campus, although he could still pass for an older graduate student. The backpack he wore helped him blend with the students around them. The two girls were obviously undergraduate students. One was Caucasian, with a short, slender build and shoulder length blonde hair. The other was hispanic, with a taller build, more generous proportions, and long black hair.
Ellie and Marta were attractive enough, but neither was up to John's standards. For the moment, he needed girls that wouldn't attract undue attention.
Each of the girls was expressionless, starring straight ahead with empty eyes as they followed John to where he stopped in front of the main entrance of the lecture hall. "Ellie, you take this door," John said.
The blonde blinked and some life returned to her eyes. She took an iPhone from her coat pocket and sat on a bench near the door and casually started browsing her phone. To anyone passing by, she would appear to be a bored student waiting on a friend to get out of class.
John resumed walking. Without a word, the hispanic girl followed behind him.
When John reached the back door to the lecture hall, he again stopped. "Maria, you take this door," he said.
Like Ellie, a sudden look of purpose appeared on Maria's face before she, too, pulled a phone from her pocket and leaned casually against a wall near the door, staring at the phone.
The two women would cover the doors. It was 5:30 P.M. and nearing the end of the end of the lecture—the lecture last of the day. It was unlikely anyone would try to wander in, but John had learned to take precautions. His work was more enjoyable when it went predictably.
John cracked open the door to the lecture hall and peaked in. At the front of the room stood Professor Samantha Johansson. At 35 years old, Professor Johansson was young for a college professor. She was around 5'5", brunette, and wore a conservative skirt and blouse along with glasses. She was pretty, and John gave a quick smile as he remembered the fun he'd had with her when they'd first met. A university professor was a useful asset, given John's taste in women.
In front of Professor Johansson, around 100 students sat in ascending rows of seats with small, fold-down desks in front of them. The class was Psychology 101. John had selected it because the students tended to be a fairly representative sample of the university as a whole. It was an introductory class, so there was a good mix of freshmen and sophomores trying to decide if they wanted tp pursue a psychology major, as well as juniors and seniors trying to squeeze in a few science credits before graduating. The class also tended to have a fairly even mix of male and female students.
John watched silently through the cracked door for perhaps 30 seconds while Professor Johansson gave her lecture, then he pushed the door open and slipped inside. He walked straight toward Professor Johansson, who paused her lecture and frowned at him, irritated by the interruption. When John reached her, he leaned in close and whispered, "It's time your students learned something useful."
Professor Johansson's eyes widened in surprise before glazing over.
John moved back toward the door he'd entered through, but did not leave the room. He stood against the wall and watched Professor Johansson.
"I apologize for the interruption," Professor Johansson said to the class. "One of my research assistants had an update on a clinical trial I'm working on. If they results look interesting enough, I'll tell you more about it next class." As she talked, she moved toward her laptop, which sat on a table at the front of the room. It was connected to a projector, which controlled her PowerPoint presentation.
"Anyways," Professor Johansson continued, "as I was saying, the Stanford Prison Experiment had some unexpected results. Ethical concerns would prevent anyone from repeating the experiment today, so the original experiment has remained an important teaching tool since 1971. It's hard to believe the results without hearing from some of the participants first hand, so I'm going to show a clip of some interviews." Professor Johansson closed out of her PowerPoint presentation and navigated to her desktop, where she clicked on a video file labeled "Class Film."
At the edge of the room, John pulled noise canceling headphones from his backpack and put them on. He then puled a pair blue tinted glasses from the bag and put those on as well.
Windows Media Player opened on the projector screen and Professor Johansson clicked "play." A low hum came from the project's speakers and the screen began rapidly flashing a sequence of colors. Professor Johansson sat at her computer quietly, her task complete. She stared ahead at nothing.
John looked out at the class. All eyes were on the screen. John moved to the front of the room, near Professor Johansson. He looked up into the audience in said in a loud, clear voice, "Everyone please raise your right hand." He watched carefully as every student raised their right hand while continuing to stare at the screen. John saw no signs of hesitation or confusion from any students. The video had not failed him yet, but that was no reason to be careless.
John leaned over Professor Johansson's laptop and closed out of the video. The students continued staring ahead at the projector screen where the video had been moments ago.
John tuned to Professor Johansson who also had her right hand raised straight up in their air. "Put your hand down Samantha," John said. "Sleep until I tell you to wake." Professor Johansson closed her eyes closed and laid her head down on the desk in front of her.
John turned his attention back to the class and smiled. He enjoyed this part almost as much as he enjoyed came next. Almost. "Put your hands down," he said. "Listen carefully to my instructions and follow them without hesitation."
"Everyone please stand up, John said." The entire classroom of students silently lifted their desks and stood, still staring forward at the blank projector screen. "I'm going to list some criteria. If you do not meet one of the criteria, sit back down, lower your desk, and sleep until I instruct you to wake."
"The first criteria," John said, "is that you are female." All the men, roughly half the class, sat back down, lowered their desks, then laid their heads on the desk and closed their eyes.
"The second criteria," John continued, is that you are between the ages of 18 and 30 years old. Two older women sitting together near that back sat down and went to sleep.
"The third criteria is that you weigh no more than 120 pounds." Another dozen women sat down and slept.
"The final criteria is that you have never had any sexually transmitted disease." Three more women sat down, lowered their desks, and closed their eyes.
"If you are still standing, walk down the stairs to the front of the class,"John commanded. Around 30 women made their way to the aisles on either side of the classroom and walked down the stairs to the front of the class. They formed a silent group in front of John and the sleeping Professor Johansson. Their eyes were blank and their faces expressionless.
John approached the group. "If I touch your shoulder, return to your seat and sleep, he said." John waded through the group, touching the shoulders of women who he considered unattractive. Fifteen women returned to their seats.
"Remove your clothes," John ordered. The fifteen remaining women began undressing. Some started by kicking their shoes off, others by pulling blouses over their heads. After another minute, all fifteen women stood completely naked before John, staring ahead at nothing in particular.
John tapped ten more women on the shoulder and they returned to their seats. Several of the women he sent back were reasonably attractive, but he'd long ago realized there was no need to settle for mediocrity. There were always more women available to him.
Five naked and undeniable beautiful women remained at the front of the room, not a hint of expression on their faces as they stared blankly ahead. Their mouths hung slightly open. John checked the clock. He had about 20 minutes to work with before the lecture was scheduled to end.
All five women were up to John's standards, but John still needed to sort them to ensure he got the maximum value from each of them. "Raise your hand if you have a boyfriend or girlfriend," John said, addressing the group.
Two of the girls raised their hands. One looked Indian, with honey colored skin; wavy black hair; ample, D-cup breasts, and a neatly trimmed landing strip above her pussy. The other was an athletic looking blonde with shoulder length hair pulled up into a ponytail; long, tone legs; B-cup breasts; and a clean shaven pussy.
