My Only Talent Ch. 46
Do Her, Daddy!
Note
: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events.
I almost looked forward to getting back into my class routine on Monday. Chrissy had worn me out over the weekend, sexually and emotionally. Time to get all objective and results driven, right? What you measure is what you get! How could I measure my relationship with Chrissy? Objectively? Subjectively?
Once she emerged like a butterfly from her prior virginal cocoon state, she seemed to have the same kind of sexual intensity that Suzanne did. Maybe that quality somehow attracts me to a woman. Did Chrissy also have a hidden desire to dominate, or a need to be dominated? Suzanne could go both ways, in fact she seemed to need some of both. Maybe not letting her dominate me anymore made her decide to leave me? Did Mike dom her when they were together before I ever met her, was it the other way around, or did they switch back and forth? I guess I will never know.
Veronica dominated Red Rock Tappert much of the time, apparently, but she had absolutely loved being strapped down and dominated at the UDP Rodeo. Did he jump up and dom here occasionally? Did she dig it? I should be thinking about transforming functions to the complex plane to solve difficult differential equations, not complex but perhaps unsolvable sexual equations. I tried to focus and finish my homework. But when I got through the problem set, with my inevitable notes of what to go ask the TA for help on, the question struck me. Should Chrissy meet The Master?
Another decision loomed. Should I "do" Veronica as her husband Rock and Lara and Nora apparently wanted me to. What exactly should take place? My Suzie signal receiver would offer no insight now, but I did have memories of my previous observations of what lit her fire. Expectations were high. If I did not render Veronica into a state of sloppy wet satisfaction and arousal suitable for his desired follow up act, Rock would be disappointed. So would Nora and Lara, apparently. I guess that was first world problem, anyway.
My fallback when the Suzie signals failed me was just let myself go and do what seemed to excite me. It had worked well for Suzanne, Lara and Nora when I just ignored their Suzie signals and just listened to my dick and John Henry. Got us all off simply fine. What did my inner fucking bastard want? Let your id and ego soar, Robbie. Upon reflection, I discovered I wanted to tease Veronica into a frenzy and then fuck her like I was whipping a rented mule, with Rock and both my girls watching. Lara wanted to make it special for Rock. What did she mean by that? I had an idea.
I called Lara. "I was just thinking about what to do for Veronica."
"Ohhh! Lucky girl, that Veronica!"
"How involved do you want to be?"
She chuckled. "I really enjoyed being a dominatrix in Lillehammer's office. My little act freaked him out. I like turning the tables on an authority figures like a professor! I could put on a suitable outfit and enjoy whipping Rock Tappert into a frenzy while he watches you do his hot wife. I talked to Nora about it. She just wants to play the shocked pregnant lady watching the action. But I might like to get a little more involved."
That brought me up short. "What did you have in mind?"
She giggled. I just realized how much I missed hearing her throaty giggle. "Well. Nora and I have been expanding our experience with a strap on in your absence, and I thought perhaps I could practice my strokes on Veronica, and maybe Rock!"
Wow! New territory. I hadn't watched the other videos on the USB drive, but maybe I should for some insight into Veronica's potential responses.
I had another thought. "I am going to put some encrypted videos into your drop box. Keep them to yourself, but they may give some ideas."
"Sounds good. I may rub myself with your costume while I watch them."
"I will visualize that and enjoy the heck out of it."
"Goodnight, Robbie, I love you." Her voice was cracking.
"I love you too Lara. I am still discovering how much."
I have just got to spend more time up there. I guess I won't bring that costume back to Texas now.
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The date for the meeting in Boston was set. The most junior of the VC partners would fly cross country from Sand Hill Road to Massachusetts Avenue to "speak to the situation" with the current NeuroSignal management team. Apparently, the VCs and Rock had reached a meeting of the minds as to what to do, but they had not shared the details with me. I guess I would hear it when the "team" up there did.
But I could now make my travel plans. The meeting was set for Friday morning. I later discovered that was so the VC could go back through New York to take his wife to see "Hamilton" on Broadway, but the timing worked for me, too. Conveniently, this also meant Veronica could travel up along with Rock and spend the weekend to put on a little show of her own for him.
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I realized I had already dommed Chrissy a bit with that strapped to the banister bit after we watched that butt plug video. I could expand on that even without the Master costume. I should have asked Lara where she ordered that blue tooth remote model, but I could use search engines, too. I already had some ideas for how to put it to use. But this weekend Kevin and Lou Baby were using the condo, and I was going to Chrissy's sorority formal.
Their house did it old school. A reception Friday night, and the very formal event Saturday night. Thanks to my mother's socialite leanings, I was fully competent at such things, and had formed another sociological theory about them. They were practice sessions for the even more elaborate weddings the mothers wanted, and somehow served as fertility rituals. The daughters seemed to absorb the gist of this, and a formal dress with a daring low bodice combined with elbow length gloves became an aphrodisiac! I had observed this several times. Even the most uptight and traditional young lady might become pretty worked up during one of these dances, and with the idea that the night should never end, a young man could convince them to do things on that night that would not be possible on any other. I still had the tux my mom insisted on buying for Jay and Millie's wedding, so I was fully kitted out for the formal tomorrow. I hoped Chrissy wasn't a multi-generational legacy. That usually meant Mom and Dad would be at the formal, too, and I could do without that. Although I did get a chuckle out of visualizing their reaction to Big Bones Jones as her escort. A very brief chuckle.
I couldn't duck the Friday reception, but at least I could wear a blazer instead of a tux. The house was decorated to the nines, even though the formal will be held at hotel ballroom downtown. I walked over from the UDP house. The temperature was quite pleasant. I had only been to the one square dance thing here, but the house looked quite different, like a fancy dining room somewhere. The new freshman girls were queued up as a group, and there were some real lookers this year. I saw Chrissy in a nice dress for this evening and joined her to face the unavoidable reception line. I used to enjoy them when I could snoop the Susie signals, but this time all I could do was be observant.
I saw a couple of the UDP pledges escorting a girl from this house and made a mental note to do the proper introductions. I noticed a very pretty and athletic looking brunette, who looked like a junior or senior, who was clearly looking at Chrissy the way I assumed Big Bones had. No Suzie signal required. She was about an inch taller than me and looked strong as hell. I didn't think a real butch would pledge this sorority, but these days you never know. I pointed her out the Chrissy.
"Who is that tall brunette?"
"That's Joyce Genio. She's our VP. She organizes most of the events, like this one. She is all business."
"Are you two friends?"
"Not really. I don't think she likes me. She stares at me sometimes. She thought I was too square and uptight when I was a freshman. She thought I didn't really fit it in."
"Can you introduce me?"
"I guess so. What, do you want to ask her out?" She poked me in the ribs.
I tickled her back. "Maybe." Chrissy looked at me real funny.
