The Ponytail Express Ch 05

Chapter 5: Flawed Diamond

4:12pm

University of Cantella Forks (UCF) campus grounds

Fred enjoyed the late afternoon Wednesday sun as he wolfed down an early dinner. As he did, the college freshman contemplated the events of the last three days. After a clinical trial, he'd gained the ability to exude a pheromone that both turned women on and made them highly suggestible. By the time he realized this fact, it had affected his unrequited love interest and study partner Deb.

The strait-laced, competitive student athlete had excelled in her studies. However, her competitive drive and high standards intimidated any would-be suitors. Fred liked those qualities about her; also, the fact that the "ScSc" scorekeeper scent implanted in Deb a strong desire for him. Three days of exposure, arousal, and suggestibility further reinforced those desires. Fred, fearing for Deb, did everything he could to make her his confidant instead of his slave. The pair created an activation phrase that made her immune to the "ScSc." They were the words "terminal" and "cupcake". Fred made sure Deb knew the switch, so she could turn it off, in effect periodically mainlining the ScSc to better enjoy the sex she was having with Fred. This also revealed a sexually adventurous side of his now girlfriend, which resulted in last night's lovemaking. Fred was becoming less and less tortured over it and was glad Deb still seemed like Deb.

He wanted to eat dinner with her, but his fine-as-hell lover was busy arranging the trip to the Brass Nugget Casino's Diamond Bar to recruit Mia Ryan. Deb and he shared a class from 3 to 4pm, and she had dialed up the degree of difficulty by sexting him pictures of her bottom in class. It was an absolutely ruthless maneuver, but it was sexy as hell. Grinning from ear to ear, he decided to text her.

Fred: Say Deb

Deb: Heya Babe whats up

Fred: Me in Class is whats was up. You know I'm trying to get an A in there right

Deb: I know I've been helping you get that A. I believe in you!

Fred: sexting me your ladygarden in class is a nice gesture but it doesn't help me get an A

Deb: You're welcome babe. Looking forward to tonight. I'm bringing a friend btw

Fred: Oni?

Deb: BENJI

Fred: WTF Deb THE Benji?

Deb: Affirmative

Fred: The guy you beat up for getting handsy with you?

Deb: Affirmative x2

Fred: WHY!!

Deb: Test of your skillz

Fred: K when do you want me there

Deb: 7pm ok? Pick us up in your truck

Fred: You, Benji and me in the truck

Deb: Affirmative x3. I'll sit in the middle it'll be fun I'll make it worth your while

Fred: You angling for a 3-way?

Deb: Ew, wouldn't touch Benji with a fishing rod. He's got a pretty big dick for someone who juices though

Fred: Jesus Deb and thank gawd. Not into dudes that can snap me in half

Deb: You into dudes that can't snap you in half then? Silly goose. You have a way better ass

Fred: Kay nuff said will catch you in a few hours

Deb: You are awesome. See you remember we'll be in a bar situation 2nite so dress appropriately!

Fred: What does that mean, dress like James Bond?

Deb: Nice clothes, babe.

Fred: Alright I'll get dressed and take pics for your approval

Deb: Oh, great idea. Send me a dick pic pls

Fred: Really?

Deb: Really. In fact I want you to take a picture of your dick right now and send it to me pls

Fred: Negative ghost rider I am compromised in public

Deb: Then get somewhere where you can and send it. Cock pls

Fred: OMG are we going to be sexting now

Deb: Only sometimes.

Fred: Okay, stay tuned

Deb: WANT THAT DICK

Fred: lmao you'll get it I promise

7:04pm

"Nice pickup, Dickwad." Benji Kilmeade was an intimidating sight. At 6'4" 225 pounds, the starting linebacker of the UCF Bobcat football team had earned defensive MVP honors in his junior season. An unholy terror to opposing teams, Benji's performance helped the Bobcats get to the championship, which they lost in a close overtime game.

A curly, light-blond mullet long in back, short in front draped lazily over a pair of aviator sunglasses that hid blue eyes. A large hawkish nose flared impatiently; a chin hewn from granite clenched. A pair of ripped dark jeans and a gray tank top displayed both a chiseled build and various tattoos.

Butterflies replaced trepidation when he saw Deb. Her sandy blond hair glinting in the sun, was done up in a dutch braid; eye makeup and blush added an air of sophistication. A cyan and black printed blouse and slit bootcut jeans accentuated her tanned fitness model body and centerfold curves. A pair of pink sneakers added utility to the ensemble.

Fred stopped, leaned over, and unlocked the passenger side door. Deb leaped in easily; she smelled of lilacs, musk, and a slight tang of chlorine. Her counterpart smelled like cheap cologne and a bad infection.

"Looking good, babe." Deb gave him a quick smooch, then whispered, "Thanks for the pic."

"Ditto for you, Deb, and you're welcome, by the way. Hey Benji, how's it going?"

"Shitty now that I'm in your truck. Once we get to the Nugget, some skanks out there need some deep dicking. I'm hoping this piece of shit can make it out there."

"Benji, be nice," Deb warned.

"Ok, then." Fred almost rolled his eyes but decided he liked his face. He hoped his "ScSc" would work on Benji because he wanted to talk to Deb. He watched as the musclebound jock rifled through the glove compartment, reading his registration and insurance.

"Hey, Frederick, looks like your legal. Insurance is good for two more months, you better renew."

Their destination was the Diamond, a dive bar attached to the Brass Nugget Casino, where Mia Grace Riley worked. According to the dossier Fred had gotten from the police station, she used her middle name as an alias. A 20-minute drive outside of Cantella Forks, the location had a sleazy reputation that appealed to an older, more violent clientele. Having someone like Benji along to provide extra muscle might work as a deterrent. Exactly how she had convinced him was the question.

Deb sidled up to Fred but shot a glance in the jock's direction. "Hey Benji, I like the shoulder tattoo! When did you get it?"

"This thing?" Benji proudly went into story mode about his newest tattoo, which quickly became derailed by increasingly slurred speech. After three days, Fred's cab was thick with his pheromones.

"Hey, Fredster. Smells good in here, bro. I feel..." He looked down at the obvious wood he was sporting with detached curiosity. "Good down there, y'know?"

"Benji, I want you to go to sleep now." Fred said. Instantly the man-child's head bowed in slumber. A bump in the road jerked him into Deb who leaned him up against the passenger door. She looked at her cell, noting the time. "That took less than 2 minutes, Fred."

"Wish it would've happened sooner. That almost became awkward."

Deb smiled. Fred being able to control men was a new thing.

"Wow. Fred, see if you can order him to do stuff." She started recording on her cell.

"Benji, I want you to still hear me, even though you are asleep. Can you still hear me?" Fred spoke loudly, keeping his eyes on the road. Deb was recording Benji on her cell. "I hear." His eyes still closed, Benji was receptive to orders.

Fred continued. "Ok, Benji, I want you to believe that anything Deb and I say will make perfect sense. Your primary mission will be to defend us from harm."

"Freddy, have Benji make a priority of defending you." As far as Deb knew, Fred's life was spent avoiding fights. She'd seen tougher men shrink when confronted with a violent altercation.

"Deb, you should be primary," Fred was feeling gallant, but Deb wasn't having it.

"When was the last time you were in a fight? Listen to what I'm saying, babe." Her tone made it plain this wasn't a fight he was going to win.

Fred winced. "Ouch, Deb. That hurt a little bit."

"Freddy, that's adorable," Deb's tone was amused. She stopped recording, putting her cell back into her clutch.

"Besides, I have to protect this," She whispered coyly into his ear, giving his cock an affectionate squeeze for added punctuation.

Fred nearly lost control of the vehicle.

"Holy fuck, Deb. Okay, you win!" Fred's member hardened as he admitted defeat, swallowing nervously.

He recalled Deb and Benji's one date. It was last December during the Winter Festival Dance. Benji had a little too much to drink and came onto Deb aggressively. He pushed her against the wall and loudly bragged to everyone that he was going to fuck her. Her face was a face a mask of cold fury. "Take your best shot." She hollered. Benji advanced with a playful arrogance and reached out to grab her. What exactly happened next people disagreed about, but Fred saw the whole thing.

In one fluid movement Deb grabbed Benji's hand in both of hers and twisted in a way that, judging by his scream, was not supposed to go. As he crumpled to one knee, Fred would always wonder what was going through his mind. Deb seemed to hold him that way long enough for his predicament to sink in. A teammate of Benji's made like he was going to advance on Deb, but one look from her caused him to stop in his tracks. "Stick your fucking chin up." She had to order him to do it twice before he complied. "Fucking higher!" Then she lashed out with a kick that dislocated his jaw and sent him to the floor.

As far as Fred knew, that had been Deb's last date. The negative consequence that came of the incident seemed to be that she was unofficially kicked out of her sorority house, Sigma Iota Alpha. Fred would have to ask for details about that someday.

Fred gave Benji amended orders, then made him repeat said orders three times before sending his newest bodyguard into a deeper sleep so he could talk to Deb.

"Well," Deb began, once Fred finished with Benji.

"So that happened. I guess you don't have to surround yourself with an army of women after all. Looks like guys can help you out, too. Good to know." She pressed herself up against Fred while he drove. He took his right hand off the wheel, taking her hand. She brought it up to her lips and began lightly kissing his knuckles.

"I missed you, babe." Deb's tone was suggestive of carnal promise. Fred was a solid 10-4 for that, but they needed to talk first.

"Missed you too, Deb. Not meaning to switch gears, I found out some interesting things today."

Deb sighed. "We're going to table your report, Freddy. I'd like to try something I've been thinking about since Sunday. However, I need assurances you're not going to drive us into a ditch." He was intrigued over where this line of conversation was headed.

"I, Fred Markinson, do solemnly promise both as a member of the UCF Cinematic Society and your boyfriend that I won't, either now or anytime in the future, deliberately crash my pickup."

Deb laughed.

"What did you want to..." Fred's question was interrupted as Deb's hands steadily worked to unbutton his best pair of stonewashed jeans. He shivered as he felt her breath in his ear.

"Take the scenic route, Freddy." She bit his earlobe playfully.

Fred couldn't believe what was about to happen. Holy fuck, she'd been thinking about it since Sunday! SHE had been fantasizing about HIM.

"Geez, Freddy." Deb focused on freeing his penis from his jeans. She'd been a victim of her own success as the hardness of Fred's wood increased the degree of difficulty. Fred moved his right arm out in an effort to give her as much room as possible. He gazed intently at the upcoming red light, willing it to remain through sheer force of will. Whether through dumb luck or by divine providence, Fred got his wish.

Once stopped, Fred threw the vehicle into park. Then, with the skill of a warrior monk, raised his hips, assisted Deb in unzipping his jeans, then shifted back into drive all in one deft move. Both amused and impressed, Deb shot him an arched eyebrow. The light turned green.

"I can't believe this is happening." He blurted.

His lover beamed, a study of supreme confidence. She slid his jeans an appropriate distance down his legs before moving back to his erection, furiously trying to free itself from the loose confines of his briefs.

"I can't either," She added, voice dripping with desire. Fred made the mistake of glancing at her, but she was ready and moved his chin back to the road.

"Eyes on the road, babe. I got this." As if to drive the point home, he felt her hands move his briefs to the side. It would have been child's play to just maneuver him through the hole in the front of his underwear, but she clearly wasn't experienced enough to realize that. Fred thought it was the most adorable thing in the world.

Her fingers were cool as he felt her caress down the length of his shaft all the way to his scrotum. She palmed his jimmies experimentally, like she was testing for heft. Where her fingers felt cool, her palm was warm and moist with sweat. He wished with all his heart that he had better peripheral vision.

Her hand was once again on the move, back up his shaft then on her way back down she palmed him, grip firm but yielding.

"Your cock is pulsing in my hand, Freddy. It feels incredible." His cock lurched an acknowledgment.

"Oh," She chuckled, her voice low, husky. "I think you like it, too."

Somehow Fred found his voice. "You feel amazing."

Fred had his right arm draped over the top of the seat. Deb had melded herself against him; he felt her left breast. His hand began to sweat as it gripped the steering wheel.

"Deb."

"Freddy?"

"Can I please touch you?"

That throaty chuckle again. "I thought you'd never ask, Freddy."

He looped his arm around her then arced low, palming her right buttock.

"Freddy, how does this feel?" Her pace leisurely, she began pumping his shaft.

"Pretty Ah! Pretty fucking good, Deb." Eyes on the road. Eyes on the road.

"Remember when I said I'd been thinking about this since Sunday?"

"I Ah! I remember." Focus on the road. FOCUS.

Her movement stopped, her palm at the base of his shaft went slack. Fred used the moment catch his breath. There was momentary confusion as Deb repositioned herself over Freddy's lap. Her feet braced against Benji's left knee. Fred's hand settled in on the small of her back, her ass now high in the air; he intended to go under in search of treasure. Seeing the back of Deb's head with his peripheral vision, he was impressed with the french braid; a lot of work had been put into that. Fred felt both her hair and breath on his cock.

"This is what I meant," She spoke.

And with that, Fred felt Deb's lips close around his cock.

"mmmmm," Focus on the road.

"shlorp." Focus on the road.

"shlurp." Must focus on road.

"chuff, chuff, chuff, mmmmm," Fuckin' breathe. Her tongue swirled over his glans. Shakespeare in the park. People on cellphones in movie theaters. Lint.

Her mouth came off with a loud, erotic slurp.

"Fuck! Holy shit, Deb."

"Freddy."

He took a cleansing breath and thought of a handful of eight-sided dice. Handful! He remembered, sliding his hand under Deb's jeans and panties. She wiggled her ass in appreciation. The world was a wonderful place.

"Terminal." He heard her, breathless below him.

"Fuck, Deb," He moaned. "Cupcake." Now that she was able to smell him, Fred felt her to into overdrive.

"Fuck, Freddy you schlorp smell chuff, chuff, chuff, mmmmmmm so fuckinnnn chuff, chuff, chuff schlurp schlarp gooommmmmmm..." Instead of her mouth suctioning around his diamond hard erection, Fred concentrated on the feel of her ass in his hand. Suddenly, her jeans loosened. He didn't need peripheral vision to know she must have unbuttoned them. Her ass gave another inviting wiggle. He could feel her saliva running down his shaft as she continued to suck him off. His hand snaked its way down through the crack of her ass, over and around her anus, not coming to rest until fingers found purchase inside Deb's juicy cunt. She moaned around him, vibrations causing another pulse of his cock.

He began fingering her wet crease as she groaned appreciatively around his turgid member. Deb released his cock with another wet slurp, her hips undulating in little love circles as her lover inserted a second finger.

Eyes on the road, Fred.

"Freddy? Ohhh, F-freddy!"

"Deb!"

"Y-you ca-an commmme in m-my mm-outh."

She did not need to tell him twice. "Almost there!"

Deb french kissed his glans before taking him wetly back into her mouth. Her braid bobbed up and down, up and down, up and down. As Fred's orgasm approached like a bullet train, he reluctantly pulled his hand away from Deb's underside. He cleaned his fingers with his mouth as his balls began to tighten. His left hand white-knuckled the steering wheel, while his right hand found purchase in Deb's hair.

Somehow, he found the presence of mind to avoid messing up the braid. His hand gripped her hair perhaps a bit too tight, but with his orgasm imminent he couldn't tell if her moan was pain or pleasure.

"I'm coming!" Fred howled.

He exploded into Deb's mouth.

"Mmmmm!" She moaned around his spasming cock as he coated Deb's mouth.

"Mmmmmm." From his peripheral Fred could tell Deb was pleasuring herself.

"Fuck!" He moaned, releasing again.

"Chuff, chuff, chuff" Splurt.

"Mmmmmm!" He could hear Deb breathing furiously through her nose.

"Oh my god, Deb." Splurt.

"Schlurp, Schlorp, chuff."

"Terminal Cupcake, Deb!" Fred gasped.

After a few minutes, Deb rose off her lover, kissing him on the cheek. She noted Freddy was slower to recover than he had been previously; roadhead seemed to have taken alot out of him. Deb felt more energetic than she had previously.

"Holy shit Deb, that was amazing."

"Thought you might like that," she replied.

The pair stopped at a service station outside of town. They exchanged meaningful glances and gentle touches as they took turns cleaning up. Freddy filled up on gas and got them both a bottle of water and a package of breath mints. Soon they were back on the road, headed out to the Diamond.

"Alright Freddy, now you have the floor."

"I'd like to share," he thought about it, "four discoveries with you."

"The first one comes with an apology. Sunday night I implanted an impulse in you to get a tattoo of me. I totally forgot and for that, again I apologize profusely."

Deb pinched him painfully in response. "I wondered about that!"

Thirty seconds later Fred rescinded the order and Deb felt much better.

"You know, I made an appointment and everything with Jillian, my tattoo artist. As punishment for your transgression," Deb was clearly teasing and loving it," I am adding an appointment for you. You will get a Deb tattoo." Her mood was playful as she began texting Jillian. Fred wasn't into tattoos on general principle. They looked nice on folks like Benji and Deb, but he wasn't into it. However, he was into Deb so a tattoo of her name was awesome.

"Sounds better than getting my mouth washed out with soap. So, the second discovery. You know how dogs can pick up the scent of things and track them? Well, I can do that with you. I picked up your scent a couple times today walking to class."

"Freddy, not a great analogy. It's almost as funny as how you abbreviate Scorekeepers Scent. It should be 'SkSc.' As for the scent thing, that sounds pretty badass. What else?"

"Discovery three is that my sense of smell has gotten to the point where I can smell...stuff I shouldn't. For instance," He glanced Benji's way. "Before you ask, my nose is an alarm of sorts. It warns me when another alpha is around, or when someone poses possible danger."

Deb nodded "That makes a certain kind of sense."

"Discovery four is pretty wild. I can smell if someone is sick. For instance, our boy Benji over there has been sick with something for the last month at least. I'm guessing it's an STD."