Scholarship Switch
"Well look who finally showed up," the man in the dark suit and red power tie said condescendingly. "After four years you finally actually show up."
"No offense, Driscoll, but I have been busy amassing quite a large fortune in the business world," the tall man in the white collared shirt and dress pants replied, his shoes showing a seemingly endless shine to them. "And don't act all high and mighty because you work at this school."
The man behind the desk picked up the phone and called his outer office, "thank you, that will be all for today, you can tell security to close up on your way out, I will be here awhile with my guest discussing funding."
Uon putting the office phone in the cradle, the man behind the desk stood and made way to his guest, pouring a glass of expensive scotch into a glass before handing it to the man visiting.
"That's DOCTOR Driscoll, Maretti. And of course, Mr. Maretti, you were too busy to even bother to check on your own daughter until her graduation day," the man in the red power tie said. "How typical for trash like you. At least your trophy wife bothered to show up for visits."
Dr. Daniel Driscoll, biochemist and psychologist handed the guest a drink and motioned for him to sit in his reasonably spacious office at the university where he was conducting research.
"Oh come now, I am a trash collector. There's a lot of money to be made in my world. And you can't still be bitter that my daughter got the Lucchesi scholarship." the wealthy business man replied. "That was four years ago."
"I am well aware it was four years ago," Driscoll replied. "I am also well aware of how your daughter got the scholarship, old friend."
"Accusing me of something?" Maretti responded. "You have no proof. Otherwise you would have used it well before now."
"Oh, I have the proof, you greedy bastard," Driscoll replied tersely. "I chose not to use it."
"Now that's a funny one, Driscoll," Maretti replied, sipping on his expensive drink. "Still just a little loser. Same as always."
"Funny, Fredo," Driscoll said, referring to the less than nice nickname people used to denigrate Mr. Nicholas Maretti, the ethically challenged businessman by comparing him to the young, dumb brother from an iconic movie. "I chose to get even instead."
"Watch yourself, Doctor," the overconfident Maretti stated bluntly, attempting to rise from his chair but feeling unable to rise. "How do you plan on doing that?"
The smaller man laughed.
"I already have," Driscoll said laughing.
"Then do tell," Maretti said, folding his arms on his chest and rubbing his eyes- feeling overwhelming weakness and fatigue.
"With pleasure," Driscoll said, sitting back at the chair behind a desk. "Feeling alright, Maretti?"
"Just jet lag..." Maretti replied, as his drink fell from his hand.
"They came to me to do research for them," Driscoll said with a smile. "Something you don't understand at all, trash man, people coming to you for collaboration instead of running away from you. And you just drank my latest research, that's definitely not jet lag, trash man..."
"What.... Driscoll...." Maretti managed from his seat across the desk from the doctor. "kill......"
Driscoll laughed.
"That's a chemical I developed here. It renders a person unable to move but remain fully aware,"
Driscoll said as he walked over to his old friend, the one who wanted him to create drugs for his illicit dealings in a lab back where the pair grew up. "It also heightens the senses. Which is good, I don't want you to miss a thing."
The Doctor got right into his old friend's face, took out a penlight and shone it in the eyes. Dilated pupils reacting slowly, no movement in any extremity.
"Excellent, Maretti. You'll feel this way for a while. And no, I was never going to poison people with cooked up drugs to make money for you," Dr. Driscoll said. "I wasn't then. Even when I was desperate, broke and starting a family. But now... maybe. Especially after you interfered with the scholarship, and fucked with my home."
Maretti tried to move, but was not able. Driscoll smiled at his guest.
"Got some fight huh Maretti?" the doctor of psychology and biochemistry said as he raised the desk phone and smiled. "Send her in now."
In walked Sofia Maretti, the only child of the man seated across from the doctor. She favored her mother, with beautiful dark features, straight jet black hair, dark eyes of almond shape, a strong jawline, and a perfect face to frame her best features. The college senior was in perfect shape, her hourglass figure perfect for her 5 foot 10 inch frame. Thin but not skinny, athletic but not muscular, her body could be that of a fitness model with a bit more tone, or that of a bikini model in need of a slightly fuller top.
"Hi Daddy," the senior said, walking right by her paralyzed father without so much as a hug as she moved behind the desk where the Doctor was seated.
"Thanks for coming," she shouted over her shoulder as she crawled under the desk.
Sofia moved under the desk- which set her father off- if only he could physically move.
"What the fuck are you doing..." Maretti screamed in his head, his body dead weight in the chair- only a slight groan escaping. "I'll kill you..."
"Beautiful, Sofia, you have adapted to your training quite well," The doctor said. "You have become quite the professional."
Driscoll looked at his nemesis, and smiled evilly.
"You fucked my wife, using those drugs you had designed, addicted her to them then forced her to fuck you to get more," Driscoll said calmly. "So I played the long game. I used my good name and my talent to get on staff here once that scholarship went to your pretty little Sofia here."
Though the drugs made him unable to move, Maretti's senses were tuned in. He could hear the Doctor's zipper opening, the clink of the belt being unfastened, then the moans, licks and slurps of a talented young lady who happened to be his only offspring using her mouth to her best ability.
"A new drug I developed had a direct effect on hypnotic conditioning, deepening the depth of trance, slowing things in the mind so suggestions would be well received almost instantly and automatically," Driscoll said as he enjoyed the show before him as his nemesis lay chemically paralyzed and his daughter dutifully gave him a very sensuous workout using her mouth. "A few issues with that drug though, it only works with women, at least so far. But not any longer..."
Maretti was desperately trying to move any part of his body but could not.
"Was it this fun when you were fucking my ex-wife, Maretti?" Driscoll said. "Because I have to tell you, this is amazing. Little Sofia here is a talent at this."
Sofia slowly and methodically used her talent to bring the good doctor to a crashing crescendo before swallowing all the man had to offer. The soon to be college graduate removed herself from under the desk licking her lips. She placed a hand on the Doctor's shoulder.
