I watched my wife Dana as she worked the crowd. She was much more comfortable mixing with the upper crust than I was, and I had to admire the easy way she handled the stuffed shirts.
Of course, with the aid of my Master PC program, I could have simply made all the multi-millionaires at the function sign everything they had over to me - but at some point that stopped being fun. The old adage was true, it turns out - you don't appreciate what you don't work for. And it always created loose ends. Every time you open someone's brain and poke around, there's some amount of risk someone near them notices. You poke in *their* brain to cover it up, and it just risks someone else noticing. It never ends.
Dana and I had been together for a while now - our fifth wedding anniversary was just a few weeks ago. We'd had a lot of wild fun at first with my Master PC program, but the last thing we wanted was to draw undue attention from it.
So here we were. Asking, not commanding, some of the one-percenters to donate money to establish a new academy, and to send their daughters there when they finished school.
"Think of it as the best of a college, and the best of a finishing school, together," I could hear Dana explaining to a group of gray-haired men in tuxedos. "Your daughters would learn the core curriculum - math and physics, writing, and so on - and also the finer points of etiquette. How to conduct themselves at a ball, or how to avoid embarrassing you online ... all the things they need to survive in today's economy and society."
The men seemed to be listening to Dana as they swirled their scotch glasses and adjusted their bow ties, but I knew they were probably just imagining the things they'd like to do to my wife if they had a chance. I began to think of the things I'd like to do to my wife, and smiled - she would eat any of them alive.
"Hello, there."
A woman's voice shook me from my lewd daydream. I turned away from Dana in her elegant gown and faced the woman speaking to me.
"It looks like you are going to be my daughter's new headmaster," she continued. The woman was gorgeous - pushing forty, I guessed, but nonetheless stunning. Her silk dress exposed most of her shoulders, hanging by two thin straps, and flowed over her generous chest, hugged her hips, and then let one milky thigh peek out a long slit. "I was hoping to speak with you for a few minutes, if I could pick your brain?" she asked.
I nodded. "Of course, missus ...?"
"Jennifer Holden," she said. "My husband is over there." She pointed, and looking across the sea of tuxedos and gowns, I could see the man she was pointing at. He was a fat man with at least one stain on his white shirt, doing a poor job of pretending he wasn't staring at my wife's chest.
"Of course, Mrs Holden." I forced a smile and began leading her to a side office. "Why don't you follow me, and we can speak more privately?"
One of the tuxedoed men was looking in our direction as we made our escape. I briefly wondered why he cared if Mrs Holden slipped away, as he wasn't her husband, but I put it out of my head.
We quietly exited the function and, after a few turns, entered a corner office with floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the city. The lights of the other skyscrapers were twinkling like stars, giving just enough light for us to find our way to a couch that sat facing the window.
"Here, I have to give you this," Mrs. Holden said, handing me an envelope.
I had been looking for a light switch but came back to see what she was offering. I opened the letter and began reading the paper inside - as I had guessed, it was from Dana.
"Everything you tell her becomes the truth. Oral only," the letter read. I flipped it over, making sure that was the full text.
I smiled. Lately, Dana had enjoyed setting me up with "gifts." She seemed to find it amusing to have the gift themselves deliver me the instructions - she could use the Master PC to make sure it happened, and the "gift" wouldn't find it strange or even remember.
Dana didn't mind sharing me occasionally, but she could also get jealous. Putting limits on my "extracurricular activities" let her feel ok with it. Of course, I could just use the Master PC to make Dana do or think whatever I wanted, but that struck me as silly.
I didn't want a brain dead bimbo, I wanted a wife. Dana was gorgeous, happy to let me fuck around within her limits (so long as I told her all about it the next time we fucked), and almost as twisted as I was. I wouldn't give that up for anything.
I was shaken from my thoughts by a voice, and I realized Mrs Holden was asking me something.
"Can we turn on a light?" Mrs. Holden asked again. She started to stand up to look for a light switch. I took a moment to admire the way the dress stretched tight across her ass before shaking my head.
"It's better in the dim light, don't you think?"
"Oh, why, yes of course." Mrs Holden was agreeing with me practically before I had finished my sentence.
She sat down on the far end of the couch from me. I could see her studying me in the near darkness. I untied my own bow tie as I studied her. She had her light brown hair done up in a bun on top of her head. Her lips had a matte red lipstick covering them, and she had enough makeup on to look good, like she had spent time getting ready for the function, without making herself unrecognizable.
After a moment of silence, she began to speak. "I was hoping you could tell me a little about the planned curriculum. Our Lyndsey has already been accepted to Stanford next semester - why should we have her withdraw from that to attend this new academy you're planning?"
"I think you think it's going to be the best option available to Lyndsey, don't you think?" I asked, thanking my prayers again for my Master PC program. "In fact ... you're so confident it's the best option for her, you brought me here to seduce me to try to make sure she got in."
Mrs Holden had been looking out the window but turned to look at me. Her breath quickened, causing her breasts to begin shifting alluringly beneath the thin silk of her dress.
"I was actually wondering how Lindsey's prospects were, if you're at liberty to say," Mrs Holden said. She shifted on the couch, moving a little closer to me and stretching one long leg out until her white heel was almost making contact with my black dress shoe.
I shook my head woefully. "I'm so sorry, Mrs Holden, but Lindsey didn't make the cut."
Mrs Holden's jaw dropped. "Wait, but, how-"
"As to the curriculum, as you were asking before," I started, pretending I didn't notice her dismay, pretending I wasn't imagining her thighs wrapped around me. "Don't you think there are all kinds of things a woman needs to know, beyond a traditional school lesson plan?"
