John parked his Mercedes in a university parking lot. Before leaving his house that morning, he'd already confirmed via text that both SofĂa and Megan would be on campus that day. Both had some down time before their Psychology 101 lecture began at 4:30 P.M. They would normally spend that time studying in the library, but John had given them different plans today.
John strolled across the campus. It was a warm afternoon and the sun was a shining. There were many students out enjoying the weather. Some were playing frisbee, others were laying down reading books on the grass. John admired a group scantily clad girls sunbathing as he passed by. One blonde girl in particular had an exceptional ass that was only partially covered by red and white polka dot bikini bottom. This was no environment for claiming new prizes, but he could still enjoy the view.
John entered an old, brick building. Once inside, he walked to the elevator and took it up to the 5th floor. He then walked down a hallway to a door with sign identifying it as Professor Samantha Johansson's office. Without knocking, he open the door and walked in.
Professor Johansson sat facing John behind a large desk covered in books and papers. In front of her, seated in two chairs arranged for visitors, sat SofĂa and Megan. John could see only the backs of their heads as he entered. All three women sat silently, staring forward at nothing.
John walked into the room and stood between SofĂa and Megan, placing a hand on the backs of each of their heads.
"Go prepare for your lecture elsewhere Professor Johansson," he ordered. "Lock the door on your way out."
Professor Johansson picked up a laptop and a notepad from her desk, then walked around John and the two girls to the door. She exited the room and closed the door behind her, then used her key to lock the door from the outside.
Their privacy ensured, John crossed the room and sat atop Professor Johansson's desk facing the two girls. Their eyes were vacant, their expressions blank. John could see the girls had carried out some special instructions he'd given them earlier that day.
"Before you leave home today, dress like you're leaving for a night out, hoping to pick up a man to fuck," he'd texted them. He'd also ordered them both to cover their outfits before coming to campus, and he noted two large coats hanging from a coat rack in the corner of the room. John wanted the girls looking their hottest, but he didn't need them raising questions around campus.
The girls had taken John's order seriously. Both looked ready for a night out at a club.
SofĂa, the caramel-skinned Latina, wore skin-tight, white pants and a black top that showed off nearly as much skin as a bikini. The top stopped short of her belly button, and its short sleeves left most of her arms bare. The back was held up by crisscrossing, spaghetti-thin straps, leaving her neck and back in plain view. She also wore black, block-heeled shoes; gold hoop earrings; and a black, lace choker. She had straightened her black hair and painted her fingernails a deep red, which matched her lipstick.
Megan wore a dark red miniskirt and a black, see-through lace top that allowed a clear view of her back bra underneath. She wore black ankle boots and fishnet stockings. Upon closer look, John could see she wasn't wearing panties under the stockings, and John could see her clean shaven pussy as she sat in the chair. She made no effort to cover herself as she sat with her legs open, staring forward. Her auburn hair had been carefully styled into waves that fell over her shoulders. She wore pink lipstick and dark eyeliner that accentuated her large, green eyes.
If the two walked into a club, John had no doubt they'd have every man's attention within seconds. But there was no club on their agenda today. Just a private party in Professor Johansson's office with John.
After admiring the girls a moment, John sat down at Professor Johansson's computer. He pulled noise canceling headphones from a backpack and put them on. He opened a program on the professor's computer and turned the volume up on her speakers. He then turned the monitor around to face the girls. A familiar low hum hum came from the computer's speakers and the monitor began rapidly flashing colors. John put his elbows up on the desk and watched the girls. They blinked as the screen started flashing, then stared at the monitor with glazed eyes and parted lips. Their minds were completely blank, ready to be filled with commands.
"Today you are my slaves and I am your master," John said. "You are my property. That thought excites and arouses you. As my slaves, it is your purpose in life to follow my commands. You do so without question or hesitation. Following my commands gives you intense sexual pleasure," John finished.
John shut off the program, turned the monitor back around, then took off his headphones.
John walked around the desk and stood before the girls. As the effects of the video wore off, some life returned to their eyes, and their gaze drifted from where the monitor had been to John. Their eyes opened wide in awe as they saw John as if for the first time.
Both girls sat up straight in their seats. Megan, who had mindlessly let her legs slip apart before the video, now purposefully spread her legs winder, putting her pussy on full display. SofĂa learned forward to give John a better view of her cleavage. Serving John was their life's purpose, so they wanted to show John how best they could serve him.
John turned to face SofĂa. "Stand," he commanded.
SofĂa rose from her seat. She kept her eyes intently focused on John as he took her place in the seat.
"Have you ever given a lap dance before?" he asked.
"A couple times," she replied. "For an ex, before I dumped him."
"Give me a one now," John ordered.
Immediately, SofĂa's expression changed. She smiled seductively and began to sway her hips from side to side.
John smiled and nodded appreciatively. She had enough experience to know a good lap dance started with a bit of teasing.
SofĂa ran her hands slowly up the sides of her body. When they reached her breasts, she paused to massage them through her top. John wouldn't have been surprised to learn she'd taken a belly dancing class at some point, given how expertly she moved her hips. After a minute of sensual dancing, SofĂa approach John and straddled his right leg. She maintained eye contact as she began grinding her crotch against him. She leaned forward placing her tits right in John's face.
John looked over to Megan and said, "No reason you can't have fun too. Watch the show. It makes you horny. Masturbate."
Megan felt a wave of heat wash over her, and she felt herself getting wet at the sight of SofĂa grinding against John. Her right hand reached down beneath her skirt, and she began slowly rubbing her clit. Her left hand reach up to massage her right breast through her lace shirt and bra.
SofĂa slid backward off John's leg and turned to face away from him. She bent forward and began twerking. Her ass looked fantastic in the skin tight pants. After an impressive display, she backed toward John and sat on his lap. She then began sliding her ass back and forth grinding it against his dick.
John reached around SofĂa with his right hand and grabbed her breast. This was not the champagne room; he would touch as much as he pleased. The groping did not phase SofĂa, who continued her grinding. Her task was to please John, so John could do to her whatever pleased him most.
John untied the straps to SofĂa's top and pulled it off her. He then unclasped her bra and slipped that off her as well. He reached around her with both hands and massaged her large, perky breasts that seemed to defy gravity.
John looked over at Megan. She had her eyes closed and was moaning softly as she continued masturbating.
