Possession

John had a queer look on his face when he saw me in the Student Union cafeteria. Not a happy-to-see-me look, but he headed toward where I was sitting with Marcie, anyway.

"Viv," he said. "Marcie."

"John," Marcie said.

All very cosy. Not. "What's up?" I said, trying to sound cheerful.

"So, you know how you said -" and then he looked at Marcie.

"Private conversation?" Marcie asked.

"Um, probably best," John said.

"Okay, I can take a hint. As long as I get a kiss first."

"Of course," I said. I turned to kiss her, and she turned it into a minute long, open mouthed, tongue-dancing love fest. Not that I minded, exactly, but I knew she was making a statement in front of John, trying to show him I was really more into girls.

Then, she walked away, hips swaying, butt bouncing.

"Hmm," John said.

"Hmm, indeed," I said, trying to play it off. "That girl can kiss! Whew!" I fanned myself melodramatically. "So, what's up?"

John began again. "So you know what you said about not meeting my parents."

"Yes." Were we really going to argue this again, so soon?

"So, they at least wanted to see a picture. I think they didn't believe you were real, or something."

Uh-oh. John's father seeing a picture was bad. Very bad. I tried to make light of it. "You didn't send them the one where I have cum all over my face, did you?"

"Uh, no. Do I even have a picture like that?"

"Well, if you did, you really shouldn't send it to your parents." I was babbling, trying to put off the discussion or maybe think of something brilliant.

"Agreed," John said. "You're being a bit weird, Viv. Anyway, Dad got a funny look on his face and said he thought he'd seen you somewhere before."

"Pshaw," I said. "Poppycock." Hey, I talked to books more than I talked to people. "How would that happen? I'm here, or in the library studying, or in my dorm, or in class, or with you. Why would he see me in any of those places?" Or, I didn't add, I'm being possessed by some immortal creature, as she does every Saturday, and giving your dad a blowjob without realizing it. That is, without realizing it was his dad. I knew I was giving a blowjob, or I sort of was because Vivi, as I called her, the being that possessed me, was really in control of my body. So it was

her

giving the blowjob. I was totally innocent.

I still got to feel that cock and taste it, though.

"Or in Marcie's room."

"Or that. Also, I take showers. Your dad probably isn't perving the women's shower, is he?"

"No. Could you please be serious?"

I sighed. "Alright, alright. I'm as grave as death."

"Shakespeare?"

"No idea. When I'm serious I try not to quote."

"Anyway, he said he needed to meet you, to be sure, and I told him that you were shy. And he said to ask you if you knew a Mr. Markham. That's my dad's name."

"Yours, too, right?"

"I guess. No one calls me that. He also asked me to arrange for him to have a good look at you, even if you don't want to 'meet' him."

I sighed. Clearly his dad did indeed recognize me from the picture. He might not be a hundred percent sure that I was the girl who'd joined another woman in giving him a two-girl bj and then snowballed his cum, but he recognized me enough that he was not going to let it go.

It was time to deal with it. And I had lots of time. All the time in the world, really, to make mistakes, deal with consequences, and learn. No time like the present to learn that. "Let's take a walk, John. This spot isn't private enough for this conversation."

"Alright, Viv," he said. "You're breaking up with me, aren't you?"

"No. You might end up breaking up with me, but all I'm going to be doing is telling you the truth."

"Alright," he said. He grabbed his hamburger from the tray and got up with me. I knew he loved me, some, because he was willing to abandon his fries to have a conversation.

We walked in silence across the quad, and then past Tavener Hall to a spot where there isn't a lot of traffic, and then I sat down on the grass and he sat across from me.

"This is all very dramatic," he said.

"And in the end, you're not going to believe me. But I'll give it to you straight anyway. And if you try to tell anyone else, well, they aren't going to believe

you

."

"Try me, Viv. You're a very honest person, very straightforward. I trust you."

"Right." I didn't know where he got that impression but I wasn't going to disabuse him of it. "Okay, every Saturday, I get possessed by another creature, who I call Vivi. I have no control of my body, or what I do, but I can see and hear and smell everything. All the senses, and all the memories."

"Oh, come on, Viv, I don't believe you."

"Told you."

"Anyway, what does this story have to do with anything?"

"That day you saw me in the mall, all dressed sexy and everything, and started crushing on me? That was Vivi. I didn't dress that way."

"You dress that way all the time. Not just Saturdays."

"Right. Ever since

on a Saturday

, Vivi got you and Marcie over to help me throw out every piece of clothing I had that didn't flaunt my ass, my tits, or both. Remember that day, John? There's no point in me buying new jeans and oversized sweatshirts when they are just going to get tossed on Saturday." Besides, I'd learned to like the attention I got.

"The threesome. That wasn't a Saturday," John said.

"No. That was fun. Also, that was a Monday, and Mondays are Cindy's day to be possessed. Which is why Cindy, after fucking you, fucked Phil. Fred? It's Phil, right? Your roommate."

"His name is Fred. Cindy fucked Fred?"

"You were passed out. We wore you out." I smirked at that. "Fred? Really?"

"Yes, really. You could at least remember his name."

"Hey, it wasn't me who fucked him."

"But if I'm following you, it was Vivi, in Cindy's body?"

"Yeah."

"This is nuts, Viv."

"Right. That's your other option, of course, is to believe that I think I'm telling the truth, but to think I'm insane."

"You have to admit this story is nuts."

"Yes. Absolutely. I am but mad north-northwest. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw."

"I thought you didn't quote when you're serious."

"I also quote when I'm nervous. Dammit, John, I like you. But there it is. I'm mad on Saturdays. On other days, I am completely sane. Tell your father, if you like. Perhaps it will cool his ardor for meeting me."

"I either have to think you're lying or crazy, and I still don't know why you're telling me this story or what it has to do with anything."

"Right. That." I took a deep breath. "So, I was a very innocent girl when Vivi started possessing me and using my body on Saturdays. The first Saturday, she had me serve as an escort. I think that's the word for it."

"Did you?"

"Yes. I did. And got paid for it. Anyway, on another Saturday, your Dad and Vivi were at a party together, and he saw me."

"Oh. And you were escorting someone? You know, telling me you do that would be a lot easier to take than this whole story about possession. There's nothing wrong with sex work. I mean, it's a little strange, and I would have liked to know earlier in the relationship, but I don't think it's wrong or anything."

I smiled. "Well, that's something."

"Not surprising my dad disapproves, I guess."

"Actually, it would be some other things, besides just surprising. Like hypocritical. But John, I want you to think a little bit. Do you like having a crazy girlfriend? Threesomes, sexy outfits, titjobs, the whole bit? I'm assuming you think I'm quite mad, at this point, but I just want you to think about whether the upsides exceed the downsides. Because if they don't there is no point in me making a mess of things by telling you more."

He nibbled on his hamburger, which had to be cold by then. I didn't resent his not being able to come up with a quick answer. Everyone knew the saying, "Don't stick your dick in crazy," and that referred to girls who, in general, didn't admit they were around the bend. Technically, I didn't either, but I was willing to go with it.

Certainly, my life was crazy at this point.

"They say 'Don't stick -'"

"I know what they say.

They

don't matter. What matters is you."

He shrugged. "Okay, Viv. Yes. Having a crazy girlfriend is in fact totally worth it. And I see why you said what you said about not being serious enough to meet the parents, because having a crazy wife would be a different thing entirely."

Wife. I hadn't even realized we were talking about that level of serious. "Fair. I'm not wife material." I wasn't, either. Not with Vivi in my life, and not with being immortal. I felt a wave of sadness at giving that dream up, but I'd never thought much of the idea that the highest degree a woman could aspire to was her MRS. "Anyway, that's your answer? You, sane boyfriend, me, crazy girlfriend? You okay with that? I can promise that I'll be in control of me six days a week, but I know you won't believe that until you see a lot of evidence. But you can absolutely hold me accountable for anything I do not on Saturday."

He laughed. "Okay. Is the lesbian thing, is that just Vivi?"

"Was to start with. Isn't now. Bother you? I'll add an adjective. Crazy

bisexual

girlfriend. Ergo the threesome, by the way." That wasn't really true, because that was Vivi's plan, but damned if I wasn't going to take credit for that if I was going to take the blame for other stuff.

John nodded. "Okay. Tell me the rest." He bit down on his cold burger.

"While I was at the party I gave your dad a blowjob," I said.

I am not a vegetarian, but it's still gross to have meat suddenly flying out of someone's mouth and spraying all over your chest.

He stared at me.

"And that's how I know your dad! He probably can't really recognize me with my clothes on. And to be fair, it was me and another girl, so each of us was only giving him half a blowjob. But there was the snowballing afterward." God, sometimes I just couldn't stop my mouth from running. "Oops. TMI. Mr. Markham gave me a big tip and wrote me a nice note. And that's when I realized he looked a bit like you - you're my type, after all - and had the same last name."

"You didn't know it was my dad at the time."

"Of course not. And if I did... well, I wasn't in control, but I would have yelled for Vivi not to do it. She might have done it anyway. I think she thinks doing crazy sexy stuff is a personal growth experience." I paused. "And she's been right, some of the time."

"Here," John said. "Let me wipe the burger off." He reached out and dabbed platonically at my chest.

When he had gotten pretty much all of it, I said, "I think there's some more that fell into my bra. Could you get that, too?"

He blinked.

"Hmm?" I batted my eyelashes.

"God, you are crazy. What if someone sees?"

"We're totally getting out of here before the cops get here," I told him.

He reached inside my cleavage, and into my bra, and groped around. "I don't feel anything - wait, here's a piece."

"That's my nipple, darling, but it feels good. Don't stop."

He slipped his hand farther in.

"Hmm," I said. "Want a blowjob?"

"Here? I thought you were only crazy on Saturdays?"

"No. Love is merely a madness, John. But on Saturdays I'm out of control, which is different." I leaned over and kissed him. "But I was kidding about the blowjob, John. Love may be madness, but it is a madness most discreet."

"Romeo and Juliet killed themselves," he said, recognizing the reference, and kissing back.

"Let's not do that."

And then we just fell into more kissing, and I started to wonder if he was trying to prove that he could outdo Marcie. Well, he could try. A little healthy competition was good.

Actually, he might have succeeded.

The next day was Saturday, and Vivi woke up, tossed the sheets off, and opened the curtains wide to greet the new day. It had gotten hot the night before, so I was topless.

"So, darling Vivienne," she said. "How was your week?"

I gave her a quick rundown.

"I blew John's father? Oopsie."

"Yeah. Oopsie."

"Do you think John would mind if I did it again?"

"It didn't come up," I told her. "I think we better assume he'd object, yeah."

"Oh well. Do you think his mom is bisexual?"

"How the heck would I know? Don't you want to get away from the window?"

Vivi shook her head. "No. I'm giving those two guys an eyeful. The early birds get the boobs." She gave them a little shake. "I just think if the whole family was in on it, things might go better."

"No, Vivi."

"Just joking."

"Good."

"Sort of." She waved at the two guys down on the quad, and then smooshed her boobs up against the window. "Getting looked at makes me horny."

"The window is cold."

"We have to suffer for our art," she told me. "Think Marcie is up? We've got a while until our one o'clock appointment."

"What's our one o'clock appointment?" Please not a tattoo.

"And spoil the surprise? By the way, do you think now that John knows about you and his Dad, and his Dad certainly knows about you and John, maybe we could do both of them at the same time? I've haven't done a threesome where the two guys were related since Greer and I did two brothers on the roof of a sailor's bar."

"No." And the curiosity got the better of me. "And when was that?"

"1905. Let's go find Marcie." She whirled away from the window, and walked out into the hall. Still topless.

"You need to put a top on," I said. A couple girls stared.

"It's perfectly legal," she said. My thoughts to her are silent, but she can only talk to me by actually speaking out loud, so the other girls got to listen in on her side of the conversation. Presumably, they thought she was talking to them. "Toplessness is allowed in this state as long as it isn't accompanied by lewd or suggestive action."

"Right," said one of the girls.

Vivi knocked on Marcie's door.

"Lewd and suggestive, like wearing nothing else but a thong?" asked girl number two.

"Or like going across the hall and making it obvious you're going on a booty call?" asked girl number one.

Vivi looked over her shoulder, and told them, "You'd never get anything to stick. I have a great lawyer." And then. "Hi Marcie! Wanna fuck?"

Marcie just dragged her in and shut the door.

"I'll fuck you good, you little whore," Marcie said.

"Excellent. I'm glad you don't disapprove of what I do."

Marcie looked at Vivi wide-eyed.

"Marcie doesn't know, dammit," I told her. "That's just dirty talk."

Vivi grinned awkwardly. "Just playing along."

"Oh!" Marcie said. "Well, get rid of the panties, spread your legs, and hold your ankles, whore." She pulled a bottle of lube from her dresser. She'd gotten more, and this bottle was super-sized.

I realized that when I told Vivi about the week I'd somehow left out the part about being fisted. But I didn't tell her now. I'd let her find out for herself.

After, Vivi walked back to my room. No one could claim that her walk constituted "lewd and suggestive action." All her walk was suggestive of was of someone who had been on a horse for much of the day.

"Marcie and I got into fisting," I told her sweetly. "I think it slipped my mind."

She waited until she got in the room to respond. "Payback is a bitch, sweetheart." But I noticed she wasn't walking funny anymore, as she picked out the day's clothes. I'd thought I'd gotten her for a moment, but no, she just wanted people to wonder what she and Marcie had been up to.

Well, fine. It had felt good to me, anyway, and Vivi and I had three orgasms. I figured I might as well settle back and enjoy the ride, whatever she had planned.

At one I found myself walking down the road that went north from campus, wearing a short, tight black skirt, and a white blouse half buttoned. At least I was wearing underwear, although there wasn't much fabric between the thong and the bra. I'd thought the red would show through the white blouse, but the effect of white over red actually blended in fairly well with my skin tone. For Vivi, not wearing a black bra underneath a white blouse was moderation.

I also appreciated that I was carrying, rather than wearing, a pair of red five-inch heels. Not in a box, but in my hands, so anyone could see I had fuck-me pumps ready to go, but at least my feet weren't dying from the walk.

We stopped in front of the Scarlet Inn.

"Oh no," I told Vivi.

"Oh yes," she said, and changed her shoes.

"No."

"Yes." She pushed open the door.

The Scarlet Inn is not a wayside hotel for tired travelers. It's a strip club - or "gentlemen's club" as it proclaims on the door. Maybe there were gentlemen's clubs that were really for gentlemen, somewhere, but The Scarlet Inn was for noisy frat boys, and nerds, mostly. Okay, so nerds are my people and I shouldn't judge. But you know, college kids, like John, not gentlemen, like his - ugh.

The place was well attended, even at one, although a "gentleman" could certainly find an empty seat. Strutting down the middle of the lighted stage that jutted out like a hard cock into the soft waiting embrace of the tables around it was a blonde with bolted-on tits and long, well-toned legs, wearing a skimpy black g-string and platform sandals with transparent heels.

Despite the nudity on display, people turned as I walked in. I felt like the freshest of fresh meat as Vivi strode through the crowd and headed for a door marked "Private. Employees only." I recognized a bunch of the guys from my classes, and others from seeing them around campus, including John's roommate.

"Vivi! I know these guys. This is a very bad idea. They'll all talk about seeing me naked. We can just walk away and have a nice quiet night with some guy who has paid for us." Yay, prostitution. I never thought I'd be offering it as a preferable alternative.

Vivi ignored me and knocked on the door. A guy opened it. Only slightly overweight, in his forties, and he wore a polyester shirt and slacks, so he was trying to look good, in a 70s lounge lizard kind of way. He even had the shirt unbuttoned to show some chest hair.

"Hi. I'm Vivienne," Vivi said. "I'm here about the dancing job?"

"Alex," the lounge lizard said. "Well, you'll have to show me what you've got."

"Of course," said Vivi. "I love showing off."

At least she was honest. She didn't just take off her clothes, she danced. She teased. One button at a time. Back turned as she took off her bra. Hands, modestly covering my bared breasts for a moment, then slowly sliding down her hips toward her panties. She see-sawed the waistband, and then spun and shook her ass. It took her forever to get them off, to the point that I became impatient with her - not because I wanted to show my cooch to the dude, but because come on, get it over with!

But the guy seemed to appreciate it, because he clapped at the end. "You're hired. Twelve dollars an hour, but of course the real money is in tips. The key is to make eye contact with the guys. Make as many as possible think you're dancing just for them. And if they offer to pay for a lap dance, that's in the rooms to the left of the stage. Don't worry, they are monitored." He pointed to some screens I hadn't noticed, near the ceiling.

"Any tips on giving a lap dance?" Vivi asked.

"Grind. Don't let it become sex, but plenty of contact. You don't have to let them touch you. The key is to give them the girlfriend experience. Give them the illusion they are making a connection, not just physically."

"That I wish I could do more?"

"Yes, but don't actually

do

more. We don't want to get busted. Oh, and that you hope they'll come again. Not only does that enhance the feeling that they've made a connection with you, but it'll get you repeat business."

Vivi smiled. "But I can do more with you, right? And you'll look after me?" She looked down at his crotch meaningfully.