Research Funding
Mitch and Jill both stayed on track to finish their degrees that Spring semester. Thanks to the medallion, neither of them encountered any serious resistance in their programs. Mitch cleared both their paths.
Mitch knew he wanted to devote his time to uncovering the origins of the medallion. Not only did this have implications about his use of its powers, but this sort of detective hunt was what he liked to do. It was the reason he had continued in the anthropology program despite the weak job prospects. He certainly could do this under cover of academia, getting a job at some university. This would take patience as he got a position and secured appropriate funding. New researchers rarely got to decide their priorities, even with the powers vested by the medallion.
Mitch decided he would need to fund his own research. With a large enough donation he could become an associate of some museum for appropriate cover. This would give him full autonomy over his actions and would guarantee total privacy. The only problem was he was essentially broke. Jill was a wizard at manipulating money, once they had some. But it takes a few eggs to make an omelette. They needed funding, both short term and longer. He needed access to some subsistence cash and seed money.
Mitch visited Bart Cubbins, Samantha's husband. It had been several weeks since the shopping spree that Bart had ended up paying for. Mitch figured Samantha's training program would be well underway and Bart might need some assistance understanding his new wife. He used the medallion to get past the front desk guard and to get his secretary to arrange a meeting. Bart was off in a different part of the plant tending to some urgent business, so Mitch enslaved the secretary and used Bart's private office to fuck her. Controlling her had given him another stiffy which needed attention. She must have been an excellent worker, for Bart hadn't hired her for her looks. Marci was homely and overweight with huge sagging tits and a big fat ass and thighs. She did have a nice tight pussy, although a bit hairy for Mitch's tastes. He fucked her on Cubbins' desktop, rolling her over several times, making a hell of a mess out of his papers. He finished with Marci face down, his cock up her ass, her XXXL panties stuffed in her mouth to keep the noise down.
When Bart arrived, Mitch was still standing behind Marci, his cock still buried to the hilt in her butt. Bart was momentarily outraged, "What the hell is going on?"
Mitch enslaved him straight up, "Idiokti̱sía, calm the fuck down!" He did. Mitch finished fucking Marci, then told her "Get dressed and go back to work. Act as if nothing happened." Turning his attention back to Bart, "Tell me, Idiokti̱sía, how is your sex life going? How are things between you and Samantha?"
Bart's eyebrows twitched slightly before he spilled it all. He completely missed the inconsistency of how a total stranger might ask about his sex life. "She's changed somehow. We used to have a fairly normal relationship. You know, the usual thing where the man wants more than the wife. But sex two or three times a week seemed to be the balance that kept us both happy. Lately she's been on a whole new kick, as if her sex drive got a shot of adrenaline right in the heart or something. It's both wild and weird at the same time."
"What is wild? And what is weird?"
"She wants sex all the time, like several times a day. She probably wants more than that, but I'm kind of freaked out. That's the wild part. What's weird is she can't keep her mouth off my cock. I mean, I do like a good blowjob now and then. But she wants to suck me off all the time. Before dinner, after dinner, before I leave for work, while I'm trying to read the paper, while I'm making work phone calls. Not that I am complaining. I just worry that she is having some sort of, you know, emotional ... thing. I kind of like it, but it isn't normal. Not for her, anyway."
"And there's one other weird thing. The hats. She suddenly has a fetish for hats. She always wearing one. To the grocery store, at the table, to bed. She had never worn hats at all before now."
"Let me help you out with that, Idiokti̱sía. You no longer think anything is wrong with Samantha. One of the reasons you married her was for her overactive appetite for sex. You do love her dearly, and want to provide for her needs. She just needs to fuck a lot. So as much as you reasonably can, you'll always try to give her that. It it perfectly normal for her to be infatuated with oral sex. She will never be disappointed if you are not hard. She just wants to have you in her mouth. Or in her pussy. Or up her ass. And those hats? It's her secret signal that she is horny. That's all. If it's true she's wearing hats all the time, then she must be horny all the time. But that's why you married her, right? Besides, you think the hats are kind of cute. They tend to make you horny as well. You are such a lucky guy! From now on you have a new pet name for her. You like to call her 'Dirty Sam'."
Bart's eyes got wide as he murmured, "Mmm, ya, Dirty Sam..."
"Dirty Sam has been going to the mall every morning. You may see some unexpected purchases show up on the credit cards from time to time. Pay it no mind. Sam knows what she is doing. A hot fuck like her deserves to spend a little money now and then. She lives in your fancy home and spends your money, in return, you fuck her like dirty slut. You both get what you want. You are good with that, right?"
"Sure, that sounds like a fair deal for all." Bart counted himself among the luckiest men on Earth.
"On a different front, Idiokti̱sía, how is your business going?"
"Actually very well. This is insider information, but at the annual stockholder's meeting next month, we are going to announce record sales, record orders, and several key patents. The stock should double and stay there for weeks." Bart had just broken the law without hesitation.
Mitch was no wiz kid, but he knew the potential of what he had just heard, "That's good to know. I'll keep that in mind. I have a few investment opportunities in mind. One of them might be stock in your company. I was wondering if you could lend me some money. It's for investments, so I may not be able to pay it back. Trust me, Idiokti̱sía."
"Sure, that would be fine. I have five thousand in my office safe I can give you right now. Give me a day or two, and I can get quite a bit more. How much would you need?"
"Could you get your hands on a hundred thousand?"
"I should be able to do that. I have a good relationship with my bank and can get it later today." Bart moved a wall tapestry and opened his safe, pulling out a neat stack of bills. He handed them to Mitch, "So, I didn't catch your name?"
