Pink Pills Of Persuasion Ch 07B

Vixen # 2

As I pulled into campus, I reminisced about my first time being here during St. Patty's Day weekend. What a night that was! I got to spend the night with three beautiful co-eds named Meredith, Tabitha and Kendra as their sorority house became a sexual playground for me. I also learned both the advantages and downfalls of double dosing on HRS-101. Since then, I've been back on campus a few times to help relieve Tabitha of "school stress." I didn't think Tabitha was a good fit for my mission, but on the other hand, I thought Kendra, the sexually aggressive ballet dancer, was exactly who Heidi was looking for. I also knew that Kendra had ballet practice tonight and I was curious to see her in action.

From pulling up the online map of the campus on my phone, I was able to locate the School of Music and Dance. It was tucked away in the older section of campus between the Humanities Building and an administrative office building. From the outset, it was quite apparent that this wasn't exactly the most happening place to be on a Tuesday evening on campus. As I looked at the entrance of the building, I could clearly see campus security in the front lobby. I smiled as luck was on my side since the security guard happened to be female. I strolled across the quiet parking lot while simultaneously throwing back two pills of HRS-101 into my mouth.

In my quarter century plus of living, I've never found myself in a stranger place. I was greeted by some classical piece of music playing softly from the overhead speakers within the lobby. On the left side of the lobby, there were framed posters advertising various past performances like Swan Lake and the Nutcracker. On the right side of the lobby was a big bulletin board pinned with school advertisements and notifications. As I slowly adjusted to these unfamiliar surroundings, I noticed that the security guard, sporting a curious grin, was patiently waiting for me to say something.

She was wearing this drab navy-blue blazer displaying a generic badge with some security company name sewn on its breast pocket. She wasn't wearing a tie, and her blouse had just the top button undone. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun without a single strand of hair escaping. Even in the generic florescent light from above, it was easy to see that she was graced with flawless skin the color of milk chocolate. She had a small round chin that led to large, round cheeks that cutely dimpled when she smiled. Her teeth exhibited the perfect tint of white, and she had on a simple but classy dark red lipstick. There was this disarming warmth to her dark brown eyes that naturally caused me to smile. Lastly, there was a sparkle in her eyes that led me to believe that this security job wasn't part of her long-term career plan.

Glancing again at the name on her badge, I said, "Good evening...Emily."

"Good evening yourself. Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm here to meet up with Kendra. I believe that her ballet practice is about to end."

Emily couldn't hide her shock. "Okay, they're almost done, but I'll need you to sign in."

Utilizing the influence of the pink pills for the first time this evening, I declined the request in Obi Wan-like fashion. "No, you don't need me to sign in."

Emily's smile remained as she simply nodded. "Okay, sounds good."

I couldn't resist finding out the reason behind her previous look of shock. "Emily, why did you give me that puzzled look when I first asked to see Kendra?"

For the first time since I walked into the building, her smile disappeared as she started to talk. "You don't seem like the type of guy that would be hanging out with those girls."

I raised my eyebrow and mentally instructed her to elaborate.

"Well, they're entitled bitches who usually date equally entitled douche bags! And I saw you pull up in a Nissan sedan!"

Ouch, low blow, but I did ask her for it! I couldn't help but laugh at her honest reply. "Thanks for the warning! Are you able to show me the way?"

Emily's smile returned as she got to her feet and came around from behind the desk. Even dressed in this uninspired, standard issued security uniform, I could tell there was some womanly curves itching to come out. "Are there any security cameras in here?"

It was Emily's turn to raise an eyebrow as she didn't immediately respond. After some mental assurance that she could trust me, Emily replied. "There's cameras installed and visible, but due to budget cuts, there is no active recording being done on them. So, these are simply for show."

Once again, luck is a lady tonight! Before I knew it, Emily was in full stride and already a few steps ahead of me. I ran up to her and placed my arm around her waist. I needed to get an idea of what was hidden by this uniform. With Emily completely at ease, I lifted the back of her blazer and was greeted by a round, full bottom that was simply too enticing to resist. I palmed her ass as she continued to lead me to my requested destination.

As we approached studio # 1, one of the doors popped open. The first two ballet dancers blew past us without even noticing our presence. Kendra was the next one out and we immediately caught her eye.

"Hey Johnny" She cocked a grin as her eyes darted back and forth between us trying to figure out what was going on.

Before I could respond, the second door of the studio popped open. Two more ballet dancers exited and bee-lined right towards Emily and I. "Kendra, off to the showers, now! We don't talk to the staff."

The one that spoke was the taller of the two. Her skin had this unnatural bronze tone to it in what can only be described as the worst spray tan that I've ever seen. Her blonde hair was so heavily bleached that it looked almost white. These superficial touches were disappointing as she had beautiful brown eyes with green sparkles that would probably have matched perfectly with whatever natural color was her skin and hair. As I looked her over, I got the impression that she was simply incapable of smiling. It was also quite apparent that she was the head bitch in charge!

The other ballet dancer was a little shorter and thankfully sported a more natural look. Her red hair was also pulled into a tight bun and she had light brown eyes. Her face was covered in cute freckles and she was trying her hardest not to crack a smile probably from fear of being reprimanded by the other. Her petite body exhibited a slightly larger chest than either Kendra or the queen bee, but I would still guess a b-cup.

The head bitch spoke up again. "Who the fuck are you? And why is the Mall Cop attached to you like some street hooker?"

I could feel Emily tense up in my arms, but she restrained herself.

I smiled at the head bitch. "Well, who the fuck are you...wait, let me guess...Spray Tan Bitch Barbie!?!"

The head bitch's eyes almost popped out of her head at my insult and I could have sworn that I saw steam literally coming out of her ears.

"Fuck you, you asshole!" She took a step towards me and I put up my hand as I mentally instructed her to stop and more importantly to shut her mouth.

As her eyes darted wildly in confusion, I turned to Emily. "Is there anybody else in the building? If not, do you anticipate any more guests this evening?"

"No, once these dancers are showered and gone, this place becomes a ghost town!"

"Showered? Oh, that happens to be one of my favorite leisurely activities!"

Emily was once again perplexed by my response. I mentally asked Emily to go lock the front door and meet me in the ladies' dressing room. Emily smiled as she slipped out of my grasp and started back towards the front of the building.

I clapped and rubbed my hands together at the two frozen ballet dancers like some hungry lumberjack about to attack a stack of pancakes. "So, ladies, let's smile for a change and introduce yourselves properly to me this time."

I could see the relief in the red head's face as she finally unleashed her natural bubbliness and smiled. "Hi, I'm Jen!"

The head bitch glanced over at Jen and then at me. Finally, she reluctantly produced the most awkward smile in the history of mankind. She sighed and muttered "Hi, I'm Deidre, but most people call me DeeDee."

"Great, nice to meet you ladies! I'm Johnny and now that we've met, please go ahead and get naked!"

Both ladies looked stunned at my request, but their bodies were on autopilot as they removed their leotards. Soon both ladies were completely nude in the middle of the hallway in front of their studio. I couldn't help but admire their hard bodies as years of ballet training had nicely tightened their arms, legs and stomachs. Both had small perky tits with Jen's slightly larger, perkier breasts covered in freckles. Deidre's pussy was shaved completely bald whereas Jen had a small nicely manicured patch of red hair over her pussy. Even though both were still smiling at me, their eyes couldn't hide their fear. I mentally informed Jen not to worry and trust me. As for Deidre, she wasn't going to get off that easy.

"Looking good, thanks ladies, now show me the way to the showers!"

With that, both turned and started to walk towards the dressing room. I casually strolled keeping a few paces behind them admiring their tight small asses and compact, muscular lean legs. I was impressed with the way that their feet barely touched the marbled floor as they glided towards the dressing room!

As the nude ballet dancers walked into the dressing room, I heard audible gasps from within. Apparently, the rest of the group weren't expecting either Jen or Deidre to arrive in their birthday suits!

Being fueled by HRS-101, I waltzed into the room with absolute confidence. Kendra was also nude as she looked like she was gathering her items to place in the shower caddy. The other two ladies were still dressed and looked to be in conversation prior to our arrival. All three ladies shrieked in surprise at my arrival. I quickly calmed the situation down and asked the other two ladies to introduce themselves while they undress.

The tallest of the ballet dancers spoke first. "My name is Adrienne." She had very long blonde hair that was braided in a stylized ponytail. As she got undressed, she revealed that she was a natural blonde with a light blonde patch of pussy hair to go along with a toned, natural tanned body.

As if waiting for her turn, the last ballet dancer spoke up. "Hi, I'm Erin." She was about Jen's height but exhibited the most defined muscles of the five. She also looked to be the rebel of the five with red highlights streaked in with her blonde hair and an Irish cross tattooed on to her ankle.

Now that everybody was naked besides myself, I had the ladies line up in a row. Much to my delight, Deidre painfully continued to smile with no control to stop it. I couldn't help myself, so I decided to up the ante. I mentally informed Deidre that she was getting extremely horny, and her pussy was becoming very wet. However, I prohibited her from touching herself. Within minutes, Deidre started to fidget and sway her body. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't move her arms to scratch that sexual itch. The head bitch in charge was now anything but in charge!

As I gleefully watched both Deidre's horniness and frustrations rise, Emily finally joined us with Deidre's and Jen's leotards and underwear in her hands. Even though I instructed her to meet me in the women's locker room, she still was in complete shock at what she found and shot me a quizzical look. I immediately relaxed her nerves and informed her that she was about to have a very memorable night.

Now with a devious smirk on my face, I asked Emily, "Who is the biggest bitch of this bunch?" It was a rhetorical question, but I figured we could still go through the motions.

"Of course, it's Spray Tan Bitch Barbie." She smiled at me when she said it.

"Well, it's your lucky day! You've just won...!"

Before I could finish my sentence, the doors of the dressing room were opened. With a sudden flash, a short woman with blonde shoulder-length hair in a white blouse and a khaki mini-skirt burst through the door and stopped right between the five naked ballet dancers, Emily and I. Based on the scowl and fire raging in her eyes, I gathered that she was an authoritative figure.

"What the hell is going on? And why are you and Rent-A-Cop in here leering at my girls?"

Ok, here's the real head bitch in charge...their coach!

As I got a closer look at her, she looked to be in her mid-forties and kept herself in good shape. She had dark brown eyes and a small angular face.

I didn't immediately respond to the coach and instead turned to Emily. "So, nobody else in the building, eh?"

Emily replied by sheepishly smiling and shrugging her shoulders.

Of course, the coach didn't appreciate my humor and not only took a step towards me but also got on her tippy toes to inch herself closer to my face.

"I said who the fuck are you?"

As I mentally instructed her to freeze, I smiled at the coach. "I'm Johnny and I'm now in charge. Who are you?"

"Look you pervert, my name is Professor Colleen Murphy, Head of the Dance Program here, and you and your uniformed hoe are so screwed!"

"Interesting choice of words! But you're not my Professor! However, I'm all for team solidarity, so lose the clothes bitch!"

With each article of clothing removed, it became apparent that she and Deidre utilized the same tanning salon. In fact, I was starting to think that Deidre was the Coach's little protégé. As the professor finished, she stood up straight and gathered herself. I took a good look at her. She had a very similar body to her ballet dancers, and I was impressed at how perky her small tits were.

"Wow, Murph, I'm impressed! The spray-on tan sucks but you're still rocking a stage fit body!" Before Murph could protest, I informed her to shut up and quietly stew on things for now. I wanted to enjoy this a little longer.

Realizing that I am at the point of no return, I turned my attention to the rest of the ladies in the dressing room. "So, random question, does anybody here have a strap-on dildo with them?"

The tattooed, blonde with red highlights Erin jumped up excitedly. "Oh, I do!"

"Of course, you do! Could you please go get it?" Like a jungle cat on its prey, Erin jumped off the line to retrieve the requested sex toy.

"Okay, now does anybody want to use this strap-on dildo on your beloved Professor?" A look of shock and horror suddenly filled Murph's face with her eyes practically bugging out of her skull.

"Oh, hell yes, I do!" Kendra was now not only raising both of her hands but also doing little excited jumps in place.

I chuckled. Damn, this audition was already over before it started! Kendra had the job as one of the three vixens, but I don't mind thoroughly checking her qualifications.

I motioned to Erin to help Kendra get the strap-on adjusted on her waist.

With absolute delight, I enlightened the Professor on what was coming next, "Okay, bend over and touch those toes, Murph!"

Based on prior instruction, she couldn't talk back and simply bent over and touched her toes. Not surprisingly, she was still very limber at her age.

Kendra strutted over to her coach enjoying every second of it. She stopped in front of the other ballet dancers and stroked and flipped the large dildo all around in exaggerated fashion. We then watched as Kendra saddled up behind her coach and line up the dildo with her coach's now exposed bent-over pussy.

Before I could even give her the nod, Kendra thrusted the dildo right into Murph's pussy! Murph's face filled with a mixture of surprise and pain. Before Murph could regain her composure, Kendra pulled out and thrusted back in a second time. As much as this bitch deserved it, I didn't want her to suffer from a long-term medical issue like a vaginal tear from the dildo, so I had Kendra slow down both the pace and intensity of the thrusting. If Kendra was disappointed in my instructions, she didn't let on. I also granted a little mercy on Murph and mentally instructed her to give in to this craziness and simply enjoy the sexual ride that she was now on. I also allowed her to be vocal again and soon we were listening to her moan in pleasure.

Now that this was taken care of, I turned my attention back to Emily. I'm pretty sure that she wasn't expecting this when she came to work today.

"So, Emily, you were saying that Deidre is the biggest bitch here?"

"Well she was until the Professor showed up!"

I laughed and outstretched my arm with a thumbs up in the direction of the bent-over Coach Murph. "Way to go Murph, you are number one!"

"Deidre, you've been demoted to number two bitch in the room. Come on down, you're the next contestant in the ballet sex show!"

Deidre and her awkward smile came forward.

I turned back to Emily. "Here's your entitled bitch, do what you please with her!?! And don't worry, she's going to take it like a champ!" With a quick mental note, Deidre bashfully nodded at Emily.

"Well, let's go to the showers and wash out your filthy mouth!" With that Emily still in her Security Guard uniform led Deidre towards the showers.

Okay, let's see who's left to play with. There was Erin, the punk rocker, Jen, the jovial redhead, and Adrienne, the long and lean braided blonde. At this point, I knew two things: 1. I was done directing sexual traffic and 2. my dick was willing to bust a hole through my pants right now to get into this action.

As if a sexual lightbulb went off in my head, one of my fantasies was about to come true. I smiled at the three ladies and mentally instructed them to form a vertical line in front of me with the redhead Jen at the head of the line. She got on all fours and crawled over to me. Erin was next as she crouched down on all fours and stuck her face directly into Jen's backside. Adrienne was the last one to crouch down and soon she was staring right into Erin's wet pussy and asshole.

As I started to unbuckle my pants, I had Adrienne kick off the daisy chain as she started to lick Erin's pussy. Erin gasped immediately and responded by slowly grinding her ass into Adrienne's face. By the time my pants hit the floor, Jen had backed her ass into Erin's face. Based on Jen's facial expressions shortly thereafter, it looked like Erin lustfully accepted the invitation to eat Jen's pussy.

Before I joined the train of oral pleasure, I scanned the room one last time. Kendra's stamina was impressive as she was keeping up a steady pace pounding the strap-on into Murph's pussy. At this point, Murph was no longer moaning or purring. Instead, her mouth was just agape and her eyes half-closed in ecstasy. I could also hear the water running and some moaning coming from the showers. It sounds like Deidre is making amends by pleasuring Emily.

With my boner leading the way, I walked over to join the oral train. When Jen finally opened her eyes, she was greeted by my throbbing dick only inches away from her. She again produced that radiant smile that she tried to hide earlier from Deidre. I smiled back and closed the gap between us and offered my mushroom head to her lips. She started to lick and suck it vigorously. Given that I've been a bystander up to this point, my legs almost buckled as the sexual sensations hit my body. I anchored myself as best as I could and enjoyed the blowjob.

After a few minutes, I would grade Jen's blowjob as an A for effort and a C for technique. Satisfied with her attempt, I dismissed Jen and watched her cute ass shimmy over to the back of the oral train. I was curious to see what the spunky Erin could do with my now glistening skin-flute. Erin displayed a devious smile as her extremely toned body crawled sexily up to fill the space that Jen once occupied. As Erin was about to go full suction on my dick, Murph's moaning rose into a full-on orgasm. Damn Kendra, good job on getting Murph to her first orgasm of the evening! Kendra proudly glanced over at me and gave me a cheesy thumbs up.