This takes place after Wanda trapped.
Wanda hasn't been to The Taus' converted hotel clubhouse since her topless performance at the karaoke contest. She never thought she'd be back after her husband had physically roughed up several members involved in an attempted sexual assault of her friend Ashley.
The well-connected club members even tried to press charges against Julie and sue for medical costs. If not for Julie doing a favor for and befriending a master lawyer Julie might have been in real trouble. The Taus had members in very powerful positions throughout the state government.
Wanda had never been to the clubhouse when it wasn't crowded for an event. She didn't even know if the front door would open as she walked across the empty parking lot. Wanda noted the unusually large numbers of surveillance cameras at the portico entrance at the valet parking drop off. What she didn't know was that the number of cameras was added at the suggestion of her husband Julie's cousin Raphael to capture the awkward wait of any young lady foolish enough to spend the night in one of the rooms with one of the Taus.
Most of the Taus had married women who had excepted their powerful and amoral husbands weren't going to be faithful. They had traded there bodies and souls for the life of luxury and leisure. It didn't take long for the wives to come around to a favorite Tau ritual, the post-party next morning breakfast buffet. The Tau wives would gather in the restaurant to watch the parade of sluts walk of shame through the lobby. The wives giggled at the usual college-aged tramps who had given it up only to be used and discarded the next day. At least the wives got something out of the sex they traded with contemptible men.
The addition of the valet station meant the girls were forced to mill around while they waited for their cars. This gave the wives a chance to guess which stupid whore had fallen for Judge "Fudge" Packer. Packer was famous around the club for his anal sex fixation. The wives would look for clues of Packer's work by how the girls walked.
The club was deserted when Wanda buzzed to be let in. The security guard opened the door for her and pointed her in the direction of the small conference room. The security guard looked Wanda up and down as she passed. Wanda couldn't tell if his probing glance was part of his professional duties or the usual attention she received from men. Her main concern was that the guard may have recognized her from her blackmail photos.
Wanda entered the conference room and saw a twelve-foot oak table with a digital projector at the end pointed at a pulldown screen. At the other end of the table sat the Dean from her college.
"Have a seat Wanda." Dean Feely said gesturing to the chair next to him.
Wanda sat in the chair farthest from the dean. Feely grinned wickedly at his victim to be. Wanda discreetly reached into the back pocket of her jeans. Her hands wrapped around the brass knuckles she had swiped from her husband's work supplies. Wanda had trained enough with Julie enough in the gym that she was confident in her abilities to protect herself physically with the aid of the knuckle dusters if it came to that. Being that she was being blackmailed, she didn't expect to be physically forced into anything.
"You are very quickly going to learn to do as I say." Dean Feely said still grinning at Wanda like a cat toying with its prey.
Wanda said nothing, but her mind flashed on throwing jabs into his shiny teeth with the weighted power of the knucks, breaking enamel off at the gumline.
Dean Feely grabbed a remote sitting in front of him next to a laptop computer. The lights dimmed and the projector came on. Wanda saw an image of herself in a crowded sports arena. Her blouse was held wide open by her hated father in law. Wanda had been nursing her daughter at that point in her life and wasn't wearing a bra. Wanda remembered staring into the camera lens as her bare breasts bounced free in the jam-packed boxing event. Her topless photos had been included in what would go on to be the best selling edition of any sports magazine of the decade.
"Ever since I saw this photo I knew I had to have you." The Dean said.
Wanda's grip on her weapon tightened as she looked at the image of her huge breasts on the screen. The Dean pressed a button on his laptop and the picture changed. Wanda was dressed as a pirate wench with the puffy white neckline pulled below her giant breasts. From behind Wanda is flanked by the dean and the director of Wanda's nursing program Dr. Hertzmoore. Both men are smiling for the camera each holding one of Wanda's huge breasts while Wanda's mouth hangs open in shock.
"You're tits were even softer than I imagined." Feely said looking into Wanda's eyes.
The image on the screen changed again to one of Wanda completely nude crawling on all fours. It wasn't the sexiest picture because it was taken in night vision. The bright green tinge faded out the beauty of her coffee skin coloring. The Image quickly changed to one of Wanda and her two topless cousins. Wanda was completely nude with one arm trying to cover her huge tits and one hand barely covering her pussy as they ran through the crowded Halloween party.
"That was a great night." The dean reminisced as he dangled the blue silk top of her cousin's Princess Jasmine costume from his fingers.
Wanda looked at him with a puzzled look as she had gone to the Halloween party dressed as Ariel the mermaid not Princess Jasmine.
The image changed again to a close-up shot of Wanda's huge black tits groped by several white hands. It took Wanda a second to place the picture. The black bikini pulled to the sides of her boobs indicated that this was from her exposure at the school's car wash. The hands covering her breasts belonged to a football player from back in high school and the dean.
"This ended up on the six o clock news. The college trustees barred me from going on our trip to Chicago." The dean said angrily.
The screen changed again and Wanda's blood ran cold at the three images that came up simultaneously. Wanda had seen all three of these pictures before. Wanda had participated in a drinking game and consumed several shots of Everclear. She had gotten blackout drunk and had been photographed being mounted by two of the college's administrators. The third photo depicted Wanda with a large Dominican dick in her mouth. While Wanda had not exactly sucked off a man outside of her marriage by choice, she had done little to prevent the obvious set up that left her vulnerable and drunk in the hotel room.
Wanda turned her head in shame. That she had put her marriage and family at risk over sex that was so insignificant she couldn't even tell she gotten fucked the next morning. The two administrators were so poorly hung that Wanda didn't even believe their tiny penises were real.
"I missed out on all the fun in Chicago. Hertzmoore and Gropenhoffer said you were the best piece of college girl ass they've had in years. I'm not going to miss out on my chance for some of that brown sugar." Dean Feely said.
"You can be sure that I'll never let any of you near my body again." Wanda said.
