The meeting was not going as Alex had planned.

Seconds ticked by as she sat in excruciating silence, watching August Pembrook’s bony fingers flick across his phone. His office was larger than any Alex had been in before, yet the richly furnished space felt increasingly claustrophobic, the walls seeming to close in with every twitch of his white eyebrows or hum from his pursed lips.

It was infuriating. She’d sent him these photos days ago, and he was only getting around to them now? As if he hadn’t wasted enough of her time already. Just scheduling this sit-down had been an interminable process, Pembrook’s calendar more packed than that of any other faculty member on campus. How a Director of Sorority and Fraternity Life could be so busy was anyone’s guess. Was panning for donations over dirty martinis and dirtier jokes really that demanding? Still, Alex had persisted, driven by the belief that he of all people would share her concerns. Or, at the very least, that he would feel obliged to investigate.

However, when Pembrook’s gaze finally rose to meet hers, Alex saw none of the worry she’d hoped to inspire. Instead, the look he gave her was one she knew all too well, a dubious squint that said: “I agreed to meet an attractive, young teaching assistant with a great rack; I never said I would take her seriously.”

Pembrook cleared his throat. “This is certainly…interesting,” he said slowly. “But I’m not sure why you brought it to me. If you feel students are dressing inappropriately, surely the disciplinary committee would be a better tree to bark up. Pardon the expression.”

Alex didn’t. In fact, she was on the verge of chucking her own phone at his wrinkled forehead. Instead, she took a deep breath and rose to her feet, mildly regretting her choice of heels as she walked to his side and swiped a finger across his screen.

“As I said before,” she began through a terse smile, “it’s not just what she’s wearing. It’s everything else. Look.”

She stopped on the first image in the series: a photo of a conservatively dressed co-ed standing on a debate stage, her brown hair fashioned into a businesslike bun, her dark eyes shining with conviction as she delivered her opening remarks.

“This was Jessica Geffen one month ago,” Alex explained. “She wasn’t just smart—she was brilliant. She could argue political theory better than any other undergrad and wanted to run for Congress someday. Now…”

The frustrated TA skipped to the last photo of the set, revealing a version of Jessica who was barely recognizable. Her hair cascaded down to her shoulders, blonde tresses interspersed with flashes of bright pink and blue. Mascara-laced lashes and shiny rosé eyeshadow framed a gaze both vapid and flirtatious, her glossy lips sucking suggestively on a thick boba straw. Gone were the sensible slacks and blazer she’d worn to her debate performance; in their place were tiny white shorts and a baby blue tank-top, the hard points of her nipples standing out against the tight fabric.

The Director’s face reddened. “S-so she decided to have a makeover. That’s normal for girls her age, isn’t it?”

Alex’s nostrils flared. “It’s not. About. Her clothes. It’s about who she’s turning into. I used to look forward to grading her papers—now I’m lucky if she even remembers to hand them in. A month ago, I could ask her to speak for hours on any political writer from the last century. Now, the only topic she wants to talk about is…”

“The parties at Psi Rho,” Pembrook finished. “Yes, you mentioned they might be connected to her…recent decisions. Though I still fail to see why that’s an administrative concern. If Ms. Geffen has decided she prefers boys over books, then that is her prerogative.”

It took every ounce of restraint Alex had to keep her voice level. “With all due respect, sir, we both know that’s not what this is. Good students go a little party crazy sometimes, but they don’t just change personalities on a dime. And Jessica’s not the only one. There’ve been other cases too: future valedictorians, full-ride athletes, and even militant feminists all turning into airheaded bimbos overnight. And without fail, every single one of them has become a Psi Rho regular.”

Pembrook rubbed his eyes. “So your conclusion is that the boys of Psi Rho are somehow…changing these women?”

“Yes. Or at least, influencing them in some way.”

“‘In some way,’” he repeated, his smile dripping skepticism. “Some way like what?”

Alex hesitated. She’d expected the question to come up, but had counted on a more sympathetic, open-minded asker. “There are…several possibilities,” she began. “Drugs are the most obvious explanation. Though we can’t discount blackmail as a potential factor as well. Or maybe…”

“Or maybe your students are simply discovering there’s more to college than academics.” Pembrook sighed, waving off any further objections. “I’ve heard your concerns. But unless you can produce actual evidence of wrongdoing, there’s nothing to be done here.”

Alex opened her mouth, then closed it. Aggravating though it was, she knew when to make a tactical retreat. “Very well,” she uttered. “Thank you for your time. I hope you won’t come to regret this decision.”

“I’m sure I won’t,” Pembrook countered, already turning to other matters. “Thank you, Alex.”

“It’s ‘Ms. Menzinger,’ if you please,” she corrected, striding angrily towards the door. The pompous prick. He was underestimating her, just like every other man at this godforsaken university. Well, so be it. Once she uncovered Psi Rho’s nasty secrets, she would be sure to expose his chauvinism and incompetence as well.

But to do so, she wouldn’t be able to rely on outside help. Which meant only one thing.

Alex Menzinger was going undercover.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Alex stood in front of her bedroom mirror, hips shifting nervously as she considered her disguise. The tiny pink crop-top glittered in the lamplight, bedazzled letters spelling out “SoCal Cutie” over the sizable swell of her breasts. Not exactly her idea of fashion, but at least it would pull attention from her face. And if it failed, her tight, hip-hugging jeans and curvaceous rear were equally capable of drawing the eye.

But that was the issue. In the mall fitting rooms, her only consideration had been looking as young and easy as possible. She hadn’t actually imagined what it would be like to wear these clothes in public, to walk through campus with her pale belly exposed and prominent curves displayed, wrapped in the tackiest, sluttiest outfit she’d ever worn. Already, she could feel hot shame flooding her face, coloring cheeks already dusted with a healthy coating of blush.

Her hair and makeup were also a bit much for her taste. Still, out of an abundance of caution, she’d chosen to mimic the bimbo mask as best she could, rendering her skin perfectly smooth, her eyes comically enlarged, and even adding a few fake freckles for good measure. Given her hair’s natural amber tones, she’d chosen to go full red head as an added layer of protection, only to mess up the dying process and give her layered bob a gaudy, candy apple sheen.

There was no getting around it: she looked like a tart. A trollop. A total ditz who believed good looks were all that mattered; whose eyes glazed over if she read anything without emojis; who thought “oral exam” meant sucking a passing grade from her professor’s cock.

Alex shuddered and threw on a sweater before she left.

The walk to the party was mercifully uneventful, free of any encounters with faculty or fellow postgrads. She did catch a few hungry stares and one wolfish whistle, but those reactions just meant her disguise was working. A promising sign, given the risks of her mission.

Those high stakes felt even higher as she left central campus behind, its lights and crowds replaced by dark lawns and empty bus stops. Eventually, muted sounds of revelry breached the unsettling silence, leading down a wooded path to a massive stone manor, its windows blazing ochre in the night.

Alex had heard that Psi Rho was different than most fraternities. But the distinction hadn’t truly struck her until now. Set apart from the rest of the school, the sprawling property felt less like a frat house and more like a secluded estate. It was the kind of spot most Greek orgs would kill for, opulent and expansive and tucked far away from any possible noise complaints. The perfect place for raucous parties.

Or illicit schemes.

A frat brother playing doorman soon came into view, his bored, youthful face scanning the line of students filing into the front entrance. Alex slowed her approach, slipping behind a dark pine for cover, pretending to futz with her phone as she watched to see who was admitted, who was turned away, and which camp she would likely fall in.

Fortunately, the requirements for entry didn’t seem strict. At least not for girls. All they warranted was a cursory glance before being waved through, the gatekeeper’s aesthetic assessment apparently the sole determinant for entry. Alex rolled her eyes at the simplistic, chauvinistic standard, though in truth she was a little relieved. A hot-or-not check was trivial for her to pass; things would’ve gotten complicated if they asked for her sorority, student card, or any other identification.

Steeling herself, the incognito instructor stepped out of the shadows, ready to clear her first hurdle of the night.

Until she spotted Jessica in the crowd.

Quickly, Alex swerved back into cover, heart rate spiking as she waited for any indication that she’d been spotted. Luckily, it seemed she was safe. Jessica was apparently too busy giggling and gossiping to notice her poly-sci TA skulking in the shadows. Alex exhaled, relieved, though the feeling evaporated when she saw who else was in line. The two girls accompanying Jessica were Olivia and Kim, fellow debate team aces with equally remarkable grades and intellects. However, unlike their newly ditzy companion, the studious pair’s plain attire and nervous smiles led Alex to believe that this was their first time at Psi Rho, and that they had not yet suffered the frat’s intellect-draining influence. Was Jessica luring them here for that exact purpose? To drain her friends’ brains and draft them into the bimbo brigade?

The thought sent an icy chill down Alex’s spine, her earlier apprehension forgotten as she hurriedly got in line. She couldn’t wait a moment longer—if Jessica was indeed here on the frat’s orders, then it was only a matter of time before her compatriots became another pair of party-sluts. Alex couldn’t let that happen. She would save those promising young women, even if she had to go through hell to do it.

As she neared the front of the line, the flustered TA was surprised to see a lone, lanky male held up at the entrance. He too seemed out of place among the fraternity crowd, his simple white button-up hanging loose on his skinny frame, his bright eyes darting nervously as the doorman inspected his ID.

“‘Klaus,’ huh?” The frat bro scoffed. “Like Santa Klaus? What, your mom fuck St. Nick or something?”

“Ehm, no,” the perturbed nerd answered. “It is actually a common name where I—”

“Whatever. Chris says you’re on the list, so we’re good here. He tell you the rules?”

Klaus swallowed. “Ya. He said I should give you this.” After a moment’s fumbling, the boy withdrew a wad of bills from his pocket, verifying the amount before passing them into the doorman’s hands. He grinned, turning and placing the funds in a nearby cash box, from which he then withdrew what looked like a fancy pair of earplugs.

“Here you go,” the frat brother said, passing them along. “Enjoy the party.”

Klaus looked like he might faint from excitement. Still, his trembling hands managed to set the plastic nubs in place, a giddy smile cracking his features as he practically skipped through the open doors.

Alex’s eyebrows arched, surprised. She hadn’t expected Psi Rho to be the kind of house to offer hearing protection. Then again, it was possible that the earplugs were just a de facto entrance fee, allowing the frat to skirt rules about selling tickets to unsanctioned events. Regardless, Alex was grateful she’d brought some cash just in case. Even outside, she could feel the house’s sound system thrumming in her chest.

The doorman winked as she stepped into the porchlight. “Hey ‘SoCal Cutie.’ You here alone?”

“Y-yep.” Alex forced a smile. “Could I, um, could I grab a pair of earplugs too?”

“Ah…” The lax youth sucked a breath through his teeth. “Sorry. Just sold my last set.”

Alex’s eyes darted to the cashbox. “Really? Can you check?”

“Don’t gotta. I already know. But don’t worry—you won’t need ‘em. Trust me.”

Alex frowned, but decided it wasn’t worth pressing the issue. If she hoped to remain undetected, she needed to keep as low a profile as possible. Especially with Jessica in the mix.

Fortunately, it seemed staying hidden wouldn’t be a problem. The moment Alex stepped into the manor, she was swept away into the swirling chaos of a party in full swing. Throngs of students milled about the sofas and beer pong tables, chatting, drinking, and dancing wherever the space allowed. The packed crowds made for perfect concealment, allowing the undercover instructor to recon her surroundings undetected. Better yet, despite the heavy bass thumping from all sides, it was surprisingly easy to eavesdrop on passing conversations. Weirdly though, Alex could still sense a steady beat buzzing at the back of her skull, no matter where she stood. A bizarre quirk of the acoustics, perhaps.

Not that she minded. In fact, the longer Alex spent mingling, the more her nerves began to calm. If she didn’t have such a pressing mission, she would almost be tempted to relax and enjoy the party for a while. A strange impulse, given that she’d always been something of a wallflower, even back in her undergrad days. But now, for whatever reason, when a crowd erupted into cheers around a successful keg-stand, Alex couldn’t help but smile. It’d been a long time since she’d been around such exuberant energy. Everyone was so happy and free. So young and uninhibited.

It made her feel…what was the word?

Hm….

Why couldn’t she think of it? Nos-something?

Nostalgic! Yes, that’s what it was.

…Wasn’t it?

A flash of blue and pink in the crowd. Alex’s focus quickly swiveled, locking onto Jessica as she led her friends through the party. Alex shadowed them from a distance, no longer caring about the youthful atmosphere or the fact that the persistent, pulsing beat seemed to be growing stronger. If Jessica really had come here to convert her companions, then tracking her would be the best way to discover Psi Rho’s secrets. Once Alex knew how they were changing her students, she would record the evidence and make her escape.

That was the plan, at least. But no sooner had Alex checked her phone’s charge than she was faced with yet another roadblock. This one took the form of two smirking, muscular frat bros standing guard in front of an open hall, the words “1^st Base” emblazoned on their Psi Rho-branded tank-tops. From a distance, Alex watched as Jessica’s group approached the masculine blockade. Unlike on the porch, however, the girls were not granted instant passage. Instead, after a murmured conversation Alex couldn’t make out, Jessica leaned in and kissed the rightmost boy. His bulging biceps wrapped around her, her legs straddling his as their lips and tongues interlocked.

Alex almost let out an audible gasp. Her gaze snapped to Olivia and Kim, hoping to find them equally incensed. Instead, the pair just seemed flushed and slightly drunk, Olivia adjusting her glasses and giving Kim a jittery smile before sauntering into the waiting arms of the leftmost guard. Their first kiss was hesitant, but it wasn’t long before Olivia’s slender body melted against her partner’s, his hands possessively raking her hair as her pert bust pressed against his broad chest. Kim watched with barely concealed arousal, chewing on her lower lip and brushing aside a strand of black hair before closing in to join the fun. The double-teamed frat bro looked like he was on cloud nine, his lips greedily seeking Kim’s the moment she leaned in, leading to a sloppy, three-way make out of open mouths and eager tongues.

Eventually, Olivia and Kim were left tangled together in a passionate embrace, the former tracing a line of kisses down the latter’s neck. Jessica observed with evident pride, flanked by both boys who were also clearly enjoying the show. She said something that made them all laugh, and that was the end of it. Olivia and Kim finally parted in a fit of giggles, and the 1^st Base guards stepped aside, permitting the three girls to wander deeper into the manor.

Leaving Alex alone and aghast.

She staggered back into the thick of the party, reeling from what she’d just seen. It wasn’t unusual, she supposed, for a bunch of oversexed meatheads to come up with such a gross, degrading game. But it was shocking how easily Olivia and Kim had acquiesced. Especially since Alex hadn’t detected anything sinister about the party so far.

Had Jessica already dosed or threatened her friends before coming here? Had it happened while Alex was outside? Or were the girls simply tipsy enough to play along, unaware of the trap waiting in store for them?

One thing was for certain: Alex wouldn’t find out if she didn’t follow them. And after making a quick circuit around the front of the house, she confirmed that the 1^st Base toll was the only way forward. If she had any intention of saving the day, she was gonna have to kiss some frat boys.

God, she needed a drink.

Alex reached the party punch station in a daze, filling her cup before her sense of danger kicked in. She froze, plastic rim half-way to her lips, belatedly realizing that the drink might already be laced with bimbo drugs. For a moment, she considered dumping the neon red liquid right away, only to settle for a cautious sniff and taste instead.

Hm. Not bad. As far as she could tell, it was just spiked fruit juice. There was the possibility that some odorless, tasteless chemical had been added, but that seemed unlikely. Anyway, she could see several men helping themselves to the sugary libation, so odds were it was not the main culprit. Otherwise, it wouldn’t just be the women who seemed to be growing increasingly…loose.

Satisfied that the punch was not a threat, Alex allowed herself the much-needed liquid courage. She took it one sip at a time, enjoying the growing warmth in her belly, the thrumming of the music seeming to reach deeper into her the longer she listened. Without meaning to, she soon found herself swaying to the beat, her eyes gliding back to the 1^st Base Boys, considering them in a new light.

They weren’t unattractive, she had to concede. A little immature for her taste, but it wasn’t like they were asking for a serious relationship. All they wanted was a little fun. That wasn’t so bad, right? Viewed that way, it was easy to appreciate their toned, manly physiques, the rakish gleam in their eyes and cocky curve of their smiles. Olivia and Kim had definitely enjoyed kissing them, and the more Alex thought about it, the more she could picture herself doing the same. Maybe clearing this hurdle wouldn’t be so hard.

Well, at least not for her.

An involuntary giggle bubbled from within Alex, followed by a hot flutter of embarrassment. Ooh…maybe this drink was a little stronger than she’d anticipated. Or was it? She didn’t feel drunk, per se—her motor skills were intact, and there was none of the drowsiness usually associated with alcohol. Still, her head did feel a little…floaty. Like the space between her thoughts was growing airier, filling up with, like…uh…air…or something.

After draining the last of her drink, Alex ambled towards the waiting frat bros, greeting them with a friendly grin.

“Hey sexy,” the taller one called. “What’s your name?”

“Lexi,” Alex lied, surprised at how quickly the name had slipped from her tongue. It was a moniker she’d always hated growing up, a diminutive nickname that made it sound like she read more fashion magazines than academic journals. But for whatever reason, she was having trouble remembering the fake identity she’d rehearsed in her apartment, and it was too late to correct her mistake now. Besides, there was something…kinda fitting about the simple pseudonym. If she was gonna play a sillier, sexier version of herself, maybe “Lexi” wasn’t the worst choice in the world.

“Sexy Lexi,” the frat bro laughed, causing Alex to immediately regret her decision. “Nice to meet you. I’m Tom, and he’s Nate. This your first time here?”

“Uh-huh,” Alex answered, doing her best impression of doe-eyed curiosity. “It’s crazy how big this place is. What’s down there?” she asked, pointing beyond the boys into the darkened hall. “You guys guarding the frat vault or something?”

Tom chuckled. “That’s where the real party is. But you gotta get through us to get there.”

Alex mirrored his smirk. “Let me guess—getting through you means letting you get to first base with me, right?”

“Got it in one.” Tom nodded. “Sexy Lexi’s got beauty and brains.”

“For now,” Nate snickered beneath his breath.

“Hm?” Alex’s gaze snapped to his. “What do you mean by that?”

He blinked. “Huh? Er, nothing. Just, uh, a stupid joke.”

“Ignore Nate,” Tom quickly covered. “He’s been hitting the punch bowl a little hard. So. We doin’ this? Or are you gonna chicken out?”

Damn. Alex had hoped to pump them for a little more info. “Oh, we’re definitely doing this,” she answered, pulse quickening as she looked between the two boys. “Just…trying to decide who to choose.”

They exchanged a mischievous look. “Who said anything about choosing?” Tom asked. “You gotta get past both of us if you wanna move on, remember?”

Alex blanched, forcing an uneasy laugh. “S-seriously? I thought…I just saw some other girls go through here, and they didn’t have to…”

“That’s ‘cause there was three of ‘em,” Nate interrupted. “But there’s only one of you. Unless you got a friend who can help you out?”

Alex swallowed, embarrassment and irritation prickling her skin. Ordinarily, she would tell boys like this to take a hike, but that wasn’t an option here. If she wanted to complete her mission, she couldn’t behave like Alex Menzinger, serious-minded student instructor. She had to be Lexi, air-headed party girl. And in this case…if faced with this scenario…Lexi would…

Lexi would…

Tom took a tentative step closer, as if testing the waters before diving in for the kill. Alex fought the urge to draw back, instead allowing her inner-Lexi to take control. Her hips cocked suggestively as her gaze crawled up the towering man, meeting his eyes with a demure, desirous look. He flashed an excited grin, grasping her chin between his fingers, tilting her face up before lowering his.

The kiss jolted through Alex like a live current, her self-control short-circuited in a burst of electric tingles. Her lips parted with hot breath, her tongue instinctually entwining with his, savoring its taste as he entered her mouth. In the back of her mind, some small part of her knew this was strange, recognized that her body had never responded to a kiss like this before. But it was so hard to hear those concerns over the pounding bass in her head, its rhythm like a hypnotic metronome guiding her deeper into the dizzying, delightful moment.

When she and Tom finally parted, Alex’s knees nearly gave out. Her head felt blissful and buoyant, her brain floating on a boiling sea of happy, horny chemicals. She had no time to prepare before the second brother closed in and took her next. Their mouths met in a burst of aggressive, overwhelming contact, a tiny moan escaping as Nate pressed her body to his. Apparently, watching his friend had lit a fire in the young man’s blood, his lips ravenous as they seized upon hers, his hand gripping and tugging her hair, sending excited shivers across her scalp. Her eyelids fluttered. Her fingers pawed weakly at the hard surface of his chest. She was helpless under his power, unable to stop him from taking as much as he wanted. And truthfully, she no longer wished to.

Then suddenly, he broke away, holding her face at arm’s length. Her tongue wagged pitifully in the air. An unbidden whimper leaked from her throat.

“That as good for you as it was for me?” he asked, laughing before releasing her.

“Uh…uh-huh.” The utterance dribbled from the trembling TA, a reflexive response as her mind struggled to reorient. She staggered, unsure of how to react, how to feel. On one hand, she knew she’d crossed a dangerous line, that her career would be over if anyone knew she’d not only made out with two undergrads, but allowed them to treat her so disrespectfully as well. And yet, while Alex might’ve found such conduct reprehensible, Lexi…

Lexi hadn’t minded so much.

“You’re definitely ready to take things up a notch,” Tom observed. “But…damn, you look like you’re burning up. Here, let me grab that sweater for you.”

Alex complied, relieved to be free of the baggy, suffocating garment. She felt like she was growing feverish, a powerful heat radiating from the temples of her skull to the quivering ache between her legs. It was so overwhelming, she forgot to feel self-conscious about exposing her slutty crop-top to a pair of leering frat bros. At least, until they reacted.

“Goddamn,” Nate exclaimed. “Sexy Lexi’s stacked.”

“Best tits of the night,” Tom agreed. “Mind if we give ’em a goodbye kiss?”

The thought of his mouth on her breasts sent a warm zing through Lexi. But Alex forced that identity and impulse down, propelling herself past the drooling duo and down the hall.

“Aw, leaving so soon?” one of the boys called. “Promise to find us after the party?”

The fleeing TA didn’t respond. The further she got from the encounter, the more unsettled by it she became. She tried to tell herself that she’d just been playing along, that the tension in her nipples and stickiness between her legs were just involuntary biological reactions. And yet, if that was true…why couldn’t she seem to calm herself down? Why was she absently licking her lips, as if searching for any lingering taste of her toxic tryst? Why did some part of her wish it’d gone on for a little bit longer? And maybe…a little further too?

It was probably just the rush of novelty. She’d never been one to cut loose, so of course dabbling on the dark side would feel new and exciting. But she hadn’t come here to have fun and meet cute boys; she had a conspiracy to expose and students to save.

Now if only she could find them.

The lights dimmed the further Alex proceeded down the corridor, music crescendoing as she stepped into a densely populated dance floor. This was the “real party” the boys had described, a space no smaller than the last, yet somehow far more intimate. The air practically hummed with sexual energy as she pressed through the roiling mass of bodies, trying her best to scan for any signs of Jessica and her friends. But the longer Alex drifted through the sea of silhouettes, the more lost and confused she felt, time and space blurring within her ever-shifting surroundings.

Eventually, she managed to stumble upon the edge of the room, collapsing onto one of the couches that made up a small, sparsely populated sitting area. Despite no longer being in the thick of things, her senses still struggled to comprehend what was happening, her skull buzzing and chest throbbing with that endless, droning beat.

Going on like this was untenable. Perhaps she should recalibrate. Adjust her perspective. Find a new strategy. These parties were meant to free guests from their ordinary contexts, to provide a space for their shadow selves to emerge. Maybe that was what Alex needed to do too. If she wanted to find a bunch of party girls, maybe she needed to start thinking like one.

Did that make any sense?

Too late to question it now. Her alter ego was already reawakening. In the span of one long, deep breath, Alex could feel herself sinking into Lexi’s simplified headspace, brow smoothing and lashes fluttering as she allowed appetite to take primacy over education. Like looking at a magic eye picture, the chaos around her suddenly resolved into a mesmerizing mosaic, the constant cranial vibrations no longer unpleasant as she let them subdue and smother her intellect.

A slow smile crept onto her lips. It felt good, not thinking so hard anymore. The more cares and concerns she let go, the lighter and fluffier her head felt, until there was almost nothing left but pink clouds and sparkly half-thoughts. A shard of her old identity wondered if this was really such a good idea, but such pitiful protest was easily ignored. Lexi didn’t want to wander and worry all night—she wanted to have fun. She wanted to drink and dance and find more yummy boys. What was wrong with that? Was it a crime to be a simple, silly, sexy girl? Anybody who had a problem with that was just a big ol’ misago…misogi…misogys…

Like, a stupid, mean jerk.

Humming to the music, the burgeoning party girl swayed to her feet and left the safety of the seating area, wandering back into the crush of hot, young dancers. Her past clubbing ventures could be counted on one hand, and yet she had no difficulty falling into the rhythm of the room, body rolling and dipping to the infectious, irresistible beat. Silhouettes pressed from all sides, their sensual heat soaking her skin, dissolving any pretense to decorum or self-possession. When a lean, masculine form loomed behind her, the hard tent of his jeans warming the supple curve of her ass, Lexi experienced neither shock nor disgust. Instead, all she felt was the naughty desire to play along, to bend and grind against her mystery partner, grinning as she sensed him stiffen with desire. She straightened slowly, leaning back against the solid mass of his torso, thrilling as she felt his hands hungrily grab her hips.

He wanted her. Bad. Just as she wanted him to. Glowing with triumph and desire, she reached up to trace a finger down his stubbled jaw, guiding his face towards hers and inviting him, no, begging him to…

“Wooo! Let’s go, Kimmy!”

That voice. That name. Recognition jolted through the fog in Alex’s brain. Suddenly, she remembered who she was. Where she was. What she’d come here to do. Why she shouldn’t be rubbing her dampened crotch against a student’s hot, hard…

“S-sorry,” the panicking postgrad blurted, disconnecting from her partner with a clumsy stagger. Fortunately, he didn’t make any move to pursue her, her place soon taken by another young co-ed, enabling Alex to escape in a disoriented frenzy.

She needed to get out of there. She wanted to go back. She needed to find Jessica. She wanted to find that handsome boy again. How could she have let some flat-chested floozy take her spot? Especially when Lexi was, like, so much hotter and—

Alex bit her tongue, pain silencing her inner slut long enough for her to break free of the crowd. Above the ever-droning bass, she could soon make out faint echoes of girlish giggling, guiding her out into an adjacent hall.

Stepping into the dim light, the panting professor finally spotted her quarry. Jessica’s pink and blue streaks shone at the end of the corridor, her scantily clad body posed near a set of stairs that descended out of sight. Despite the thick haze lingering in her head, Alex at least had the presence of mind to duck out of view, flattening against a darkened doorway before peeking out for a second look. Fortunately, it seemed her presence had gone unnoticed, thanks largely to Jessica being fixated on…

On…

Oh…wow.

Alex’s jaw fell slack. She’d assumed Kim and Olivia had already vanished down the stairs, but now she realized the girls had been here all along, obscured by the two frat bros they were currently wrapped around. Text on the boys’ shirts revealed them to be the 2^nd Base guards, a responsibility they seemed to take great enjoyment in, given the state of their captives’ squirming, barely clothed bodies.

Kim’s curves were the first to catch Alex’s eye. The seduced student’s plump, round breasts jiggled proudly between the curtains of her unbuttoned blouse, fully exposed to her partner’s rough, ravenous hands. The bearded frat boy whispered something into her ear and teased the tips of her nipples, eliciting a mewling whine before he lowered his mouth to one of the hardened, cherry-red nubs. Kim gasped, eyes rolling in helpless delight as her partner helped himself to the taste of her flesh.

Olivia was in a similar state of lustful abandon. She’d forgone wearing a top completely, leaving her small, perky tits trembling in the open air, her lips panting with animal need as she yielded to her captor’s grasp. His broad, stocky build supported her from behind, the girth of his arms seemingly all that was keeping her upright, one hand gripping her throat while the other plunged down the front of her jeans, knuckles flexing as she mindlessly humped against his touch.

Though not a participant herself, Jessica watched the hedonistic display with lustful eyes, her own fingers slipping into her shorts and squeezing her breasts over her shirt. When the two other girls came, it seemed to push her over the edge as well, her eyelids fluttering as she rode an invisible wave of release. Eventually, the trio seemed to collect themselves enough to continue their journey, blowing the boys kisses before descending the stairs out of sight.

It took Alex almost full minute to process what she’d just witnessed. Ever since the 1^st Base check, she’d suspected that there might be further “tolls” down the road, but never would she have anticipated just how extreme they could get. Those boys hadn’t just copped a quick feel; they’d treated those girls like pair of living sex dolls, groping and toying with them as they pleased. And neither Kim nor Olivia had put up an ounce of resistance. By all appearances, they’d freely submitted to their own debasement, moaning for more as their nipples were twisted, throats constricted, and brains melted into orgasmic goo.

And their TA had just let it happen.

“Nngh…” Alex winced and touched her temples. The droning in her head suddenly seemed to sharpen, grinding against the thoughts she was desperately fighting to maintain.

Something wasn’t right. With those girls. With her. It was like…like they were already…changing somehow. Before tonight, neither Olivia nor Kim would’ve submitted to such shameful abuse. Before tonight, Alex would’ve felt angry enough to intervene, regardless of the risk. But she hadn’t. No, the fire rising inside her didn’t come from rage. It was something else. Something dangerous. Something she was no longer sure she could control.

What was happening? Had Psi Rho already gotten to her? But how? Alex searched her memories for answers, but the more she tried to put the pieces together, the more she struggled to hold them in place. Intrusive memories and sensations kept breaking through, flashes of Tom’s tongue in her mouth, a mystery boy’s hands on her hips, a dark, forbidden hunger fluttering low in her belly…

“Hey cutie,” the bearded frat bro called. “You lost?”

“Huh?” Alex blinked. When had she wandered from cover? Why was she standing in front of the two frat bros like a deer caught in the headlights? And why were their wolfish grins making her heart skip?

“You looking to get into the VIP area?” the bulkier, buzz-cut guard asked, nodding towards the stairs.

The baffled postgrad followed his gaze. Right. The stairs. That was where Jessica and the others had gone. And Alex was supposed to follow, right? That made sense. She couldn’t save them by just standing out here. She had to…had to keep going. Further. Deeper.

“Oh man.” Beard shook his head. “She’s totally zonked. Think we might have to tell Chris that—”

“M-my friends!” Alex managed to sputter, pointing unsteadily past the guards. “They, um, they went down there while I was in the bathroom. So, I was, um, like, wondering if you could…let me go too?”

The two men exchanged a look. “Well, sure,” Beard said, swaggering closer. “If you pass our inspection.”

Alex hesitated, eyeing the text on the boys’ tops. “And that means…what? Letting you touch my…my boobs?”

“Not just that.” Buzz-cut’s eyes gleamed. “We get full access. Wherever we want, however we want, for as long as we want.”

Alex swallowed. “B-but my friends, they, um...” She tried to come up with an excuse, but her tired brain was on the verge of giving up, its higher functions shutting down as Lexi-mode threatened to activate. “I mean…c’mon guys…can’t you just, like…”

A strong finger rested on her lips. The gesture was gentle, and yet its condescending weight crushed her voice in an instant.

“Don’t try and talk your way out of it,” Beard chided. “If you want VIP access, you gotta follow the VIP rules. That means being good girl and doing as you’re told. Understand?”

Alex nodded vaguely, the last trickles of resistance leaking between her legs. She couldn’t fight it anymore. This temptation. This heat. This awful itch thrumming inside her. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t fight. Couldn’t stop those powerful, patronizing words from echoing in her mind.

Good girl…

Do you as you’re told…

“So how ’bout it?” Buzz-cut moved in behind her, so close she could feel his breath on the nape of her neck. “Ready for inspection?”

Fuck.

Alex knew this was wrong, knew she was about to acquiesce to another unconscionable demand.

But Lexi didn’t.

Lexi didn’t know anything.

That was why she was so much more fun.

“R-ready when you are,” Lexi murmured. “Are you, like, gonna take turns or—mmfh!”

Beard’s fingers were in her mouth before she’d even finished speaking. No hesitation. No respect. No expectation of resistance. Not that Lexi was about to give any. She sucked the salty-sweet digits with a moan, allowing him to tug and toy with her lips as he pleased, ugly pleasure pulsing in her core as his other hand mashed the pillowy surface of her breasts.

“Holy shit,” he exclaimed with a laugh. “These are unreal.” He pulled the hem of her top up, exposing her bra moments before yanking it off. Her heavy tits spilled free, her muffled cry of surprise melting into a whimper as her partner’s grasp sank into the soft, sensitive flesh. The dark, submissive desires within Lexi swelled, her arousal-addled mind barely able to stay conscious as she felt another set of hands grab her from behind.

“Got a great ass too,” Buzz-cut quipped with a rude smack. “Can barely feel anything through these jeans though. Whoa…” His hand hesitated at her zipper, probing the growing wetness between her thighs. “She’s fucking dripping down there, dude.”

A dim flicker of fear flared at the back of Lexi’s mind, only to be snuffed out by bawdy, billowing steam. A lewd whine dripped from her lips as her pants slid down her legs, thick fingers stroking her soaked panties and tightening the yearning in her core.

“That’s what I thought.” Beard pulled his digits free of Alex’s lips, saliva stringing as gave her cheek a few light, patronizing smacks. “You’re a horny little slut, aren’t you?”

“Ungh…uh-huuuhhh,” Lexi droned dumbly in reply. It was too much. The tension in her nipples. The throbbing of her clit. The sparking and singing of every erogenous nerve she had. She felt like she was experiencing the world through a pink strobe light, arousal blinding her brain in stupefying flashes, making it impossible to think. She could only feel. Yield. And obey her body’s new masters.

“You wanna cum for us? I bet you do. I bet you wanna cum so bad.”

She did. It was all she could think about. All that mattered. She wasn’t sure when Buzz-cut had inserted his fingers into her cunt, but it was driving her crazy. The way his palm grinded against the top of her mound, his digits curling and stroking inside, beckoning her closer and closer to the edge of release…

“Use your words, dummy.” The command was a low, compelling growl in her ear. “Tell us what you are. That you’re a stupid slut who wants to cum.”

Dummy. Stupid. Slut. The degrading terms trigged some reflexive indignation, but it wasn’t enough to stop Lexi from folding. If anything, the tinge of transgression only sweetened her surrender.

“I-I’m a stupid slut,” she babbled between panting breaths. “I’m a s-stupid slut. I’m a stupid slut who wants to, to cum, I’m a s-stupid slut wh-who, w-wanna cum, I’m a stupid slut I’m a stupid slut who wants, wants to cum wanna cum I’mma ssshtupid shlut wanna cum wanna cum please I’mmashtupidshlutI’mmashtupidshlutwannacum, please, PLEASE!”

“Good girl. Now cum.”

“Y-yes! Yes! YES!” As if awaiting his command, the pleasure within Lexi erupted. Her pussy spasmed and squirted. Her trembling legs finally gave out. A breathless gasp, and then a wet schlick as she slid free of her captors and fell to her knees before them. There she swayed, mindless and ecstatic, echoes of her climax mixing with the unending, irresistible music in her head.

“Holy shit,” one of the boys said. “She came even harder than the last two.”

“Must’ve been hella pent up,” the other agreed. “The prudes are always the loudest.”

“That means she’s probably not taken, right? Think we can keep her for a little longer?”

“Nah, the guys downstairs probably heard her. They’ll come looking if we don’t send her down soon. Hey.”

Fingers snapped in front of Lexi’s eyes. Her bleary gaze finally focused, her lips smiling as her bearded lover looked down on her.

“Good job, slut,” he announced. “You passed. Go downstairs, and tell the VIP’s we said ‘fuck you.’”

“Mm…’kay…” Lexi wobbled to her feet, panties squishing between her naked thighs as she swayed towards the staircase. Rather than release her from inexorable arousal, finally cumming had somehow only made her hornier. If the hot boys with their strong hands had told her to stay, she would’ve gladly remained. Alas, they’d sent her off into the basement, and she was helpless to disobey. Not for any logical reason; her head was too blissfully empty for that. Rather, her body had simply learned that submission was the quickest route to happiness. In the absence of critical thought, this intuition was irresistible.

Plus, she vaguely recalled wanting to get into the VIP area, though she struggled to remember why. Every time she was on verge of reassembling her fragmented thoughts, another deep, sonorous beat would ripple through her, sparking aftershocks of her orgasm anew. She barely noticed as her lips began mouthing the words tied to that wonderful moment, an unconscious incantation to summon more pleasure.

I’m a stupid slut who wants to cum.

I’m a stupid slut who wants to cum.

I’m a stupid slut who wants to cum.

I’m a…

Lexi reached the bottom of the stairs with a jolt, belatedly realizing there were no more steps to descend. She blinked, stuck at the threshold, mouth hanging open as she gradually got her bearings. When she realized where she was, her thighs involuntarily clenched.

The basement was lit like a tawdry strip club, pink and red fairy lights casting plush furniture in a gauzy, gaudy glow. Smoke from lit joints and vape pens thickened the air in a pungent haze, each inhale making Lexi’s head feel even lighter and fuzzier. The music was subdued and sensual, yet the buzzing in her brain seemed louder than before, as if she was nearing its source. As she meandered around the cavernous space, her wandering gaze passed gaggles of women like her, all barely clothed and heavily intoxicated, none of them paying her much mind. Instead, they congregated around the male guests like cats crowding a sunbeam, draping themselves over shoulders and laps, gladly permitting whatever petting their Master’s desired. Mouths kissed, tongues danced, hands combed through hair and toyed with fistfuls of soft, supple flesh.

In the center of the room, Jessica danced around a stripper pole.

Alex’s heart leapt into her throat. The sight of her student set off a mental chain reaction, dormant synapses haphazardly sparking back to life. She averted her face, belatedly worried about being recognized. But no—Jessica was too focused on the cheers and catcalls of her audience. Scurrying into a shadowy corner, Alex took a moment to reassess her status, pulse pounding and breath shivering as she fought to regain her composure.

That had been close—she’d nearly blown her cover without a second thought. Maybe all the pot in the air was getting to her. Then again, she supposed it couldn’t be helped. What with all the cute boys and pretty girls and sexy music, a stupid slut like her was bound to get distracted.

Wait…

No…that…that wasn’t right. She wasn’t a stupid slut. She was a teacher. Or…no…she wasn’t one of those yet. She was a…teacher-helper-person, or something. More importantly, she had to focus on her plan.

She had come here with a plan, hadn’t she? Something about…uh…

God, it was so hard to think. All she wanted to do was find some weed and booze and a hot boy to…

No! Focus! The plan! Gotta stick to the plan. Gotta keep an eye on Jessica. Yes, that was definitely important. If Alex made sure to follow Jessica, then…then…

What was the next step again?

No time to ponder—Olivia and Kim had suddenly materialized from the crowd, approaching Jessica and waiting patiently as her stripper routine slowed to a stop. An unspoken acknowledgement seemed to pass between the trio, then the blonde leader dismounted from her pole, parting the crowd and guiding her friends towards the back of the room. Both girls followed in a dreamy stupor, faces plastered with strained-yet-silly smiles, as if trying their hardest not to laugh.

Alex tailed them as best she could, a task made harder by the intrusive urge to take Jessica’s place on the pole. Fortunately, the group soon reached their destination, a locked door guarded by a single bespectacled frat bro. His tight T-shirt clung to his chest, the words “3^rd Base” distended by the chiseled crevices of his pecs. As the trio of girls approached, he lifted a single eyebrow in greeting, head tilted slightly as if sizing them up.

Without missing a beat, Jessica turned to her friends with a smile and said: “Go ahead, babes. Show Chris what good girls you are!”

Kim was first to comply, mouth slowly opening to release a viscous, milky stream into her cupped hands. Olivia seemed ready to follow suit, only to catch a fit of giggles at the last moment, sending gooey white strands sputtering from her lips. Jessica quickly stepped in to block the errant spray, catching a few strings on the face before sealing her friend’s mouth with a kiss, lapping and licking the last of the load away. Kim, meanwhile, had slurped back the pool she’d just deposited, beaming proudly at Chris before displaying her clean, pink tongue.

The frat bro nodded, eyeing the trio with evident approval. “Good girls,” he said, standing aside. “Secret party’s just down the hall. Have fun!”

Alex clamped a hand over her mouth.

A secret party? Jackpot! That sounded exactly like what she was looking for! But to find it, she would need pass 3^rd Base first. And to do that, she had to…

Had to…

Uh-oh.

Alex swooned as she realized exactly what she’d just witnessed. She couldn’t even pretend to be scandalized anymore, not when the thought of spilling cum from her lips made both her mouth and pussy drool. It would by far be the sluttiest, most degrading task she’d ever undertaken. To treat a stranger’s spunk like some kind of great honor, a gift bestowed upon her unworthy tongue…God, why was it making her so wet? Sure, it was gross, demeaning, and liable to disgust her if she thought about it too hard. But why would she do that? Why endure so much cognitive dissonance just to make herself feel miserable? It was so much easier to go where her body was taking her, to release her inhibitions and let Lexi roam free.

With a soft sigh, she turned to survey the room again, searching for a target to stuff her disappointingly empty mouth. Unfortunately, it seemed her competition was stiff. The handful of men present were completely surrounded by salivating sluts, some already kissing and nuzzling the tents in their partner’s jeans. If Lexi wanted to take her fill (and she most definitely did), she would need to find a source less spoken-for.

Ah…there it was. Apart from the main seating area, she recognized the lanky form of Klaus splayed in a regal armchair, looking just as lost and anxious as he had outside. A topless, chubby brunette sat perched upon his knee, one hand massaging his thigh while the other guided his jittery grasp towards her pointed, puffy breasts. The boy was clearly out of his depth, overflowing with lust yet unsure where or how to channel it. No doubt his current partner had noted his hesitance, marking him as easy prey for any passing whore to take advantage of.

Well, Lexi thought as she sauntered over, don’t mind if I do.

“Heeey, Klaus,” she greeted in simpering sing-song. “Having fun?”

“Huh? Oh…” her sudden appearance beside him seemed to steal his breath, his bright blue pupils darting from her swaying tits to her batting eyelashes and back again. “Uh…y-yeah. It is…um…v-very fun. I mean, this party, er—”

“You know this chick?” his lap-bitch asked, shooting Lexi a wary glance.

“We met in line,” Lexi lied. “You remember, Klaus, don’t you?”

“Ehm? I think…maybe?” the boy’s bony cheeks burned scarlet, his accent growing thicker as his brain overheated. “I-I am sorry. It is, uh…so many…er…”

Lexi giggled. “It’s okay. I get it. There are, like, so many pretty girls to choose from. But just one Klaus, right?” She knelt at his feet, gazing up at him with open desire. “Think your friend here minds sharing? I’ve been looking alllll over for you.”

He shot the brunette a hopeful glance. “Ehm, I-I think that is…okay. Ya?”

“But Daaadddyyy…” she whined, stroking his cheek with an adorable pout. “You said I could have you all to myself.”

“Y-ya, but…Bea…she…”

Lexi flashed a bratty grin. “C’mon, Bea,” she purred, smoothing a hand up Klaus’s pants towards his zipper. “You don’t think Daddy has enough for both of us?”

The brunette blushed. “That’s not what I…oh…” Her protest faded into a shivering breath, her eyes instantly transfixed by the hard, reddened cock that had just popped into view.

“Mm, see?” Lexi cooed, her own head growing foggy as the rigid flesh twitched in her grasp. “Th-there’s…like…plenty to…uh…”

Klaus looked nervously between his two partners. “Wh-what are you…?”

“Shhh…” Lexi shushed him with a tender kiss to his shaft, smiling as Bea crawled beside her to join the fun. “Just relax. We’ll take, like, super good care of you.”

“Haaahh…” Bea agreed, breath practically steaming as her tongue left a shining trail up the veiny underside of his dick.

A low groan crawled from Klaus’s throat. He sank deeper into the chair, already lost to the lustful licks of the two women beneath him. A glow of pride suffused the already burning desire in Lexi’s core, heightened by a growing camaraderie with her fellow cock-slut. They savored their shared obsession in tandem, lips and tongues meeting and parting in a loving, luxurious dance. Though Lexi had no way of knowing for sure, she swore their cunts clenched as one when a moan of masculine pleasure tickled their ears, the soft sound somehow reverberating from the crown of her head to the tips of her curling toes.

It was so much fun, making Klaus squirm beneath the heat of her passion, controlling him with nothing more than her wet, warm mouth. True, it wasn’t quite as thrilling as the rough treatment of her more domineering partners, but there was still enjoyment to be found by being in command, savoring every pulse and shift she coaxed from his body.

Bea was a sight to behold as well. She handled the glistening cock like a pro, seeming to know just how to drag its owner to the edge of ecstasy before gently soothing him to prolong her enjoyment. When her lips closed around his tip before stretching to swallow the entirety of his length, Lexi couldn’t help but stare with open amazement, her hand automatically brushing the girl’s hazelnut locks aside to better observe her relaxed, effortless technique. As Bea bobbed her head up and down, Lexi felt a lustful envy curl inside her, tightening along with the rising pitch of Klaus’s breath.

“S-scheisse…” he gasped. “I…I…I will…”

A throb of jealousy shook Lexi from her awe. She yanked back on Bea’s hair, pulling her free with a wet glurk. The dazed girl moaned as her thick hips twitched, the rough interruption seeming to only arouse her further. An intriguing revelation, but one Lexi had no time to appreciate. A stream of pre-cum was already dribbling down her boy-toy’s shaft, triggering something urgent in her gut, a hunger she hadn’t even known she was capable of. Quickly, she lowered her mouth onto the quivering appendage, taking as much of it as her tight, novice throat would allow. She wasn’t nearly as experienced as Bea, couldn’t open herself as fully or move quite as freely. But that didn’t matter; Klaus was gonna pop any moment now. All she had to do was…

“Is that the best you can do?” Bea’s husky whisper tickled Lexi’s ear, right as she felt the mischievous girl grasp her hair.

“Mm? Mmmph!” Lexi’s mouth suddenly plunged to the hilt of Klaus’s cock, her mind going blank as hot, hard flesh filled her throat. Her captor yanked her head back up and then thrust it down again, controlling Lexi’s face like a living, drooling fleshlight. Whatever power she’d held before was gone, lost beneath a warm, floaty feeling of blissful surrender, fresh arousal dripping down her thighs as she slurped and gagged around the instrument of her submission. When Klaus’s hips shifted, back arching and cock straining on the edge of eruption, Lexi found her nose suddenly forced into the curls of his crotch, her lungs struggling for air as potent streams of warm, thick cum shot down her throat. She gulped it down as best she could, unprepared for the sheer volume of his release, her eyes tearing as salty streams poured from her choking, trembling lips.

Finally, the tight grip on her scalp lessened, allowing her to collapse onto the floor, spit and seed dripping from her tongue.

“Good job, cutie,” Bea purred, smoothing a hand down the shivering slut’s cheek. “That was a lotta fun.”

“Y-yeessss…” Lexi’s hips bucked, her voice fading as a shallow orgasm spasmed through her. She fell slack again, giddy bubbles floating and popping in her brain. It was incredible, the weightlessness that came from such a great fall, from the heights of bratty power to the depths of utter defeat.

“Mm.” Bea bent towards Klaus’s drooping cock, gently suckling the last of his climax. “I think Daddy’ll be ready again soon,” she murmured. “Wanna go for round 2, cutie?”

Lexi wanted to stay. She really, really did. But as the intensity of her pleasure waned, vague memories of her mission drew her upright, a sense of direction returning to her dreamy mind.

“S-sorry,” she mumbled. “Gotta go. Secret party…”

“Mmf.” Bea drew Klaus’s limp cock from between her lips. “Suit yourself. Have fun, cutie.”

Lexi would. She was sure of it. Each stage of the party had been better than the last, and she couldn’t wait to find out what was behind door number…

Uh…

Number…

Whatever.

Lexi gave a happy little bounce as she approached the 3^rd Base guard, unable to keep from wiggling with excitement. Her pendulous tits seemed to leave Chris speechless, his expression blank for a moment before he recovered and adjusted his glasses.

“I remember you,” he said. “You were watching Jessica and the others, weren’t you?”

Lexi answered with an energetic nod.

“So that means you know the rules, right?” He cocked his head. “Only good girls get to go to the secret party. Have you been a good girl?”

Recognizing her cue, Lexi happily cupped her hands beneath her chin, bending forward and opening her mouth to provide proof of her obedience.

Only to stand in awkward silence as nothing happened.

“I…think you might be confused,” Chris ventured.

Lexi gaped dumbly, belatedly realizing her mistake with a shocked gasp. “B-but…I…” Her gaze darted back towards Klaus, only to find his chair now surrounded by cooing co-eds. Apparently, awareness of his accessibility had spread.

“Sorry.” Chris shook his head. “I still need proof that you passed third base.”

“But I did!” The indignant slut stamped her foot. “I, like, totally sucked his cock! I sucked it super good! Promise!”

The frat brother crossed his arms, looking down at her with a smirk. “Let me guess: you let him cum in your mouth, but were too dumb not to swallow. Is that right?”

Hot shame pricked Lexi’s cheeks. She squirmed, still mad despite the re-kindled heat between her legs. “I-I’m not d-dumb,” she muttered.

“Really?” Chris chuckled. “You sure don’t look smart.”

“I am! I’m, like, totally smart!”

“Uh-huh. What’s heavier then, a pound of lead or a pound of cum?”

“Pound of…?” Lexi struggled to understand, the mere image doing something weird to her brain. “Wh-who cares about that?!” she exclaimed. “I’m a teacher!”

This at last wiped the cocky grin from her opponent’s face. “A what?”

“A teacher!” the proud slut repeated. “Well, actually, I’m not, like, totally a teacher yet. I’m, like, a teacher-helper-person? One of those?”

“Uh-huh…”

“It’s true!” Lexi insisted. “And that means…um…that means you gotta do what I say! Yeah!” She pointed at the door. “As your…teacher-helper-person, I order you to, like, let me through. Oh, and tell me all about the brainwashing too!”

The brother hesitated, his relaxed posture tightening. “Brainwashing? What are you talking about?”

“Y’know, like, how you’re making girls act all slutty and stupid. And don’t try and play dumb! I already know you’re up to something in the secret party!” The empowered teacher-helper-person gestured dramatically, mimicking a detective cornering a culprit.

(Gosh, this was so much easier than all the sneaking and lying and stuff. Why hadn’t she thought of this sooner?)

To Lexi’s satisfaction, Chris seemed genuinely caught off-guard. He stared at her for several seconds, face completely frozen save for a slight narrowing of his emerald eyes. No doubt, he was probably regretting how badly he’d misunderes…er…underesem…um…thought Lexi wasn’t smart enough to catch him. But she was and she did and now he was right where she wanted him!

Finally, after a brief glance back at the door, Chris let out a long sigh, running a hand through his dark, mussed hair. “Alright,” he said. “You got me. The truth is, we’ve been brainwashing girls and turning them into our frat’s sex slaves.”

“Yes!” Lexi cried, unable to resist a little twirl of triumph. “I knew it! Now tell me how you’re doing it!”

The downcast brother shook his head. “They won’t tell me. I’m pretty sure it has something to do with what’s going on at the secret party, but…” He shrugged.

“Okay well…then let me go and see for myself!”

Another sorrowful shake. “I can’t. My friends told me I’m not allowed to let any teachers see what we’re up to. If I do, I’ll get in a lot of trouble, way worse than if I keep you out here.”

“Oh.” Lexi frowned. She hadn’t thought of that. Now what was she supposed to do?

“But, I mean…” Chris sighed, staring at the ceiling as if thinking aloud. “If you weren’t actually a teacher, things would be different.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Like, say…if it turned out you were lying about being a teacher, and you’re actually just a stupid slut who wants to be brainwashed, then I guess I would have to let you through.”

A dim bulb flickered in Lexi’s head. “I was lying about being a teacher!” she exclaimed. “I’m actually just a…uh…stupid slut who wants to, um…”

“Be brainwashed?” Chris provided helpfully.

“Yeah! That!”

“Hmm…” He rubbed the sharp line of his jaw. “Really? I dunno…”

“Really!” Lexi pressed. “I was just, like, joking around! There’s no way a dummy like me could be a teacher.”

“You have a point there. But if that was true, I feel like you should be trying harder to be brainwashed. All the other sluts do.”

“Please, Sir,” Lexi pouted. “Please let me go to the secret party and be brainwashed. I just wanna be a good girl! See?” she lifted the hem of her crop-top, shimmying to make her tits wobble and bounce. “Would a teacher show you her pretty titties like this?”

“I guess not,” Chris admitted, clearly taken by what he saw. “Something’s still not right though. All the other girls got down and begged like bitches in heat. If you’re not willing to do that, then…”

“I’ll beg!” Lexi quickly dropped low onto her haunches, fists curled into makeshift paws as she panted and whined. “I’ll do anything you want, Sir! I’m just, um, just a stupid bitch-slut who, needs to be brainwashed!”

Finally, the suspicion vanished from the frat brother’s features. “Well, now. How can I say no to that? Guess you’re not a teacher after all.”

“Nope! Nuh-uh! No smart stuff for me!”

“That’s right.” He ruffled her hair. “You’re just another empty-headed whore, huh?”

Lexi nodded eagerly, arousal dripping and pooling beneath her sticky, swollen sex. So close! She was so close to getting exactly what she wanted!

Which was…um…

Wait, what was she doing again?

“In that case,” Chris growled, undoing the front of his jeans. “Guess you won’t mind if I use that pretty mouth of yours real quick. Not like it’s good for much else, right?”

“Um…” Lexi hesitated, struggling to process what was happening. “Wait…but…”

Sproing.

“Oh…” The stunned slut stared, thoughts silenced by the sight of Chris’s swaying, supremely massive cock. It towered over her with an imperious curve, its heat and scent wafting against her awestruck expression. Her mouth instinctually filled with drool.

Big. It was so big. So much bigger than Klaus. Bigger than any dick Lexi had ever seen. It was monstrous. It was marvelous.

“That’s what I thought.” The smirking frat bro idly stroked his rigid member, pulling it to the side before slapping it against Lexi’s cheek. “All you bitches are the same. Just need a real man to show you your place, don’t you?”

“Buh?” Lexi blinked. What was he saying? It sounded mean, but her mind was too blank to question it. She’d never been slapped by a cock before. Never felt the soft yet firm sensation of shaft striking face. Never absorbed the degrading implications of being disciplined by a stranger’s rod. Never experienced the intense, corrupting warmth that rose higher with every impact.

Was it any wonder that she couldn’t stop the mushroom head from parting her lips? That she didn’t even utter a word of protest before her conqueror’s girth plunged down her throat? How could she? Her body knew instinctively that neither fight nor flight were an option now. There was no resisting or retreating from a beast of this caliber.

All that remained…was appeasement.

So Lexi let herself surrender. She let herself go. She let her arms fall limp and eyes roll back; let spit leak from her lips and arousal gush from her cunt; let her Superior grasp her face like a sex-toy and use it like he owned it. In a sense, he did. And God, that made her feel so hot. So lost. So delirious and drippy and muzzy and mind-fucked. She barely even noticed the throbbing ache in her jaw, the pain in her throat or the burning in her lungs. Objects didn’t worry about things like that. And right now, that’s all that she was. All that she wanted to be.

An object. A thing. A fuck-doll.

When the almighty cock finally came, bulging and distending the slender walls of her neck, Lexi thought she might die from joy. Or asphyxiation. Either way was good with her. She fell from her owner’s gasp with a gurgling cough, body crumpling in a drooling cum coma, his thick load spilling and bubbling from her mouth as she tried to remember how to breath.

“Phew,” the towering man above her exhaled, stooping to wipe himself off with the stretched hem of her shirt. “You were right. No smarty-pants teacher here. Just another stupid slut.”

Stupid slut. Lexi’s slick thighs squeezed together, her back arching slightly as the liquid heat within her rippled. The spasm forced a low moan from her mouth, releasing a fresh stream of saliva and cum down her breasts.

“You like that, huh?” Chris asked with a laugh. “You’re gonna love the secret party then. Alright, on you go.” He unlocked the door and stepped aside. “It’s best if you’re still a little cock-dumb when you get there.”

“Th-thankshh…” the spacey slut slurred, taking several attempts to push her spent body up from the floor. She staggered past Chris and through the entryway, her head lolling and sloshing the slurry of her brain from side to side. Eventually, enough mushy neurons collided to form something resembling a thought, one that made her dripping lips curve into a smile.

She’d done it. She’d reached the secret party at Psi Rho. And it hadn’t even been that hard. Scary at times, sure, but also a whole lotta fun. In fact, she’d probably enjoyed herself more than any other night she could remember. Which wasn’t saying much, given that she could barely remember her own name but…

Motion at the end of the corridor caught her eye. Lexi froze, stunned to find another woman suddenly in her path, staring right at her.

And what a woman she was. Her features were striking, her face beautifully sculpted beneath a shock of bright red hair, her voluptuous curves almost hypnotic as she swayed unsteadily on her bare feet. She was gorgeous. Entrancing. But more than anything, she just looked so…so…

Dumb.

There was really no other way to put it. Lexi knew she shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but this particular volume seemed as deep as a dirty magazine. Her eyes were vacant and glassy like a doll’s, her soft lips parted in an expression of mild but seemingly perpetual confusion. Traces of makeup were smeared at the edges of her eyes and mouth, no doubt ruined by whoever had also splattered her face in a generous helping of cum. Though she seemed aware of Lexi’s scrutiny, the clueless dummy showed no signs of shame or self-consciousness, not even lifting a finger to wipe the strand of drool dangling precariously over her crop-top. The garment’s text was stained and wrinkled beyond readability, the hem stuck above the woman’s massive cow-tits, their hard pink nipples fully visible as they heaved with every breath. And, of course, her pale belly, curvy hips, and luscious thighs were exposed as well, without even a skirt to cover her sopping panties. Vaguely, Lexi wondered if the woman had chosen her outfit or been tricked into wearing it. Probably the latter; she seemed like the kind of girl you could talk into anything. Hell, she’d probably fuck a whole train of guys if you told her it would bring about world peace. Or just asked nicely enough.

A drop of liquid fell on Lexi’s chest, distracting her from her assessment. Wiping her chin, she came to the quick, embarrassing realization that she’d somehow drooled on herself. And right when she’d been silently mocking another woman for looking dim. Talk about embarrassing. Hopefully the target of her unspoken criticisms hadn’t noticed and…

Wait…that woman…she was moving exactly like Lexi was.

Was that…was that actually…

A mirror?

“Ah!” Alex clutched her head, stumbling sideways and colliding with a wall. The world swam before her eyes, her reflection no longer legible as she struggled to keep herself together. Warring emotions raged inside her: disgust and desire, horror and lust, the impulse to flee and the need to stay. The pacifying, reverberating drone in her skull now suddenly felt like a whirring buzzsaw of noise, thrashing her mind as she struggled to hold it together.

She needed to remember.

She wanted to forget.

She was Lexi.

No, she was Alex.

No she was…fuck, what was she doing? What was happening to her?

She didn’t care. She should just stop thinking.

No! She needed to fight!

Fight what?

Wasn’t she here to party? Didn’t she just wanna be silly and fun and…

Oh God they were doing something to her. Psi Rho was doing something to her. If only she could just…just…

Another presence appeared at the end of the hall, shielding Alex from her disgraceful doppelganger. She let out a groan, trying to force reality back into focus, to recognize the hazy silhouette as it approached with trepidatious steps.

“Hey cutie,” it said, its pink and blue locks slowly becoming legible, an expression of dull bemusement taking shape. “You okay? Did Chris, like, send you down here?”

“Jessica!” Alex exclaimed, grasping her student’s shoulders like a lifeline. “It’s you! Thank God! Where’s Kim and Olivia?

“Huh?” The befuddled blonde drew back. “They’re in the…wait. Do I, like, know you?”

“It’s me!” the panicked TA almost shouted. “Alex!”

Jessica’s eyes widened, the tiniest spark of understanding alighting their vacant depths. “Ms. Menzinger?” she breathed. “What are you doing here?”

“It doesn’t matter. We have to go. This party is…doing something to us. It’s…like…messing with our heads or…um…like…making us act like a buncha…stupid sluts!”

“Ohhh…” The bimbofied student bit her lip and closed her eyes. “I know. Isn’t it, like, the best?”

Alex stared, cold dread dripping into her veins. “What? You mean…you knew this was happening?”

Jessica gave a beaming nod. “Uh-huh! It’s why I brought Livvy and Kimmy here. It’s, like, super hot watching them turn into dumb fuck-toys like me.”

It was like the air had just been punched from Alex’s lungs. All this time, she’d assumed that Jessica had been unaware of her transformation, that she’d simply been tricked or threatened and would turn against her oppressors if given the chance. But it was clear now that she wasn’t interested in being liberated. She enjoyed being a brainless bitch. A simpering sex-slave. An obedient plaything for the men who had stolen her future.

Gone. Jessica was too far gone. There was no saving her from life as a fraternity cock-sleeve.

But…maybe…

“Olivia and Kim…” Alex swallowed her rising despair. “Are they…like you?”

“Umm…” Jessica thought for a moment. “I mean, kinda? Almost? I think they gotta, like, stay in the brainwashing room a li’l longer. Wanna see?”

Alex stiffened. Could it be? Was it really that easy? “You mean you’ll take me there?” she asked.

“Sure!” Jessica smiled. “I mean, you got past third base, right?”

“Uh…” Unbidden memories ricochetted through Alex. Chris’s hands on her face. His cock in her throat. His voice in her head. The taste of his cum. The power of his presence. The pleasure of her submission.

Alex bit her tongue. “Y-yeah…” she uttered. “Third base. Passed it.”

“Great! Then all you hafta do is follow me!” Jessica extended her hand, an offer of support that Alex was grateful for. Her balance and strength were beginning to fail, the scant embers of her resistance waning beneath resurgent waves of arousal. She kept her eyes away from the hallway mirror, honing her awareness down to her feet, mentally rehearsing what she had to do next.

Find Olivia. Find Kim. Escape.

Find Olivia. Find Kim. Escape.

Find Olivia. Find Kim. Escape.

Find—

“We’re heeere!” Jessica announced over the groan of a heavy door.

Alex looked up. Her jaw fell open.

“Uh…?” She blinked. “Wha…?”

It was like nothing she’d ever seen before. The room resembled a cross between a daycare and an insane asylum, its floor and walls completely covered with thick, plush padding. The furniture likewise lacked any hard surfaces or edges, instead comprising of smooth, soft, oblong shapes. There was something decidedly infantilizing about the set-up, as if intended for occupants who needed to be protected from anything and everything that might trip them up.

Then again, perhaps that wasn’t too far from the truth. As Alex’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, she realized that there were about a half-dozen women sprawled across the dummy-proofed space, all naked and moaning and vigorously masturbating. Some plunged dildos in and out of their leaking pussies; others teased their clits with buzzing vibrators; still others, like Kim and Olivia, seemed unaware of the toys and lubricants at their disposal, completely content with using their fingers to rub and stroke and their drippy, sticky sexes. Regardless of their method of self-pleasure, the women all shared the same mindless expression, gaping and drooling like simple-minded livestock, eyes dull and pupils dilated as they stared vacantly at the screen.

The screen.

The screen.

“Uhhhh…” Alex droned, unable to resist as Jessica guided her towards a chair-like cushion. “Whuh..whuzzat?”

“Oh, the pretty spiral?” Her escort giggled. “That’s the brainwashing video, silly.”

“Brain…washing?”

“Yep yep! It’s gonna, like, totally hypnotize you with all these special, fancy subluh…subbylim..subliminen…um…like, you know what I mean, right?”

Alex nodded vaguely as she dropped into the plush seating. A brainwashing video. Of course. That would explain the mesmerizing spiral. And all of the words that kept flashing inside it.

YOU ARE A SLUT.

YOU ARE A FUCKDOLL.

YOU LOVE TO SERVE COCK.

YOU LOVE TO OBEY MEN.

YOUR PURPOSE IS TO PLEASE.

YOUR NATURE IS TO SUBMIT.

Each phrase reverberated in Alex’s head like thunder through a cathedral, the meek protestations of her education and intellect no match for the booming, barbaric bromides. Worse still, every propagandistic proclamation came with a pornographic visual aid, brief clips of bouncy bimbos and cock-dumb ditzes, all dedicated to demonstrating their worth as sexual objects.

The transfixed TA stared as a stunning parade of women were fucked and fingered, choked and collared, slapped and spanked and spat upon, gagged and groped and gangbanged into broken, brainless bliss. And through it all, the horny harlots were always smiling, always giggling, always proud to degrade themselves further, to suffer endless humiliation as they came and gushed and cried for more.

YOU WERE MADE TO BE USED.

YOU ARE MEANT TO BE OWNED.

GIVE IN TO YOUR INSTINCTS.

GOOD GIRL.

Jessica giggled. “See? It’s already working. You just can’t help playing with your pretty li’l pussy, can you?”

“N-nuh…” Alex drawled, head lolling as her fingers kept massaging between her thighs. She had no idea when she’d removed her panties, nor when she’d joined the other girls in their masturbatory daze.

It was so hard to remember. So hard to think. So hard to do anything but sit and stare and stroke her soaking slit, letting the spiral fill her vision and the words fill her mind and the porn fill her with even more aching, overwhelming need.

GOOD GIRLS DON’T THINK.

GOOD GIRLS OBEY.

YOUR HEAD WANTS TO BE EMPTY.

YOUR HOLES WANT TO BE FILLED.

“I can’t wait for you to be done,” Jessica purred. “If brainwashing my friends gets me, like, five good girl points, then brainwashing my teacher’s gotta be worth, like, uh…1…2…um…like, a ton more!”

Alex’s brow furrowed, summoning some last vestiges of awareness. She tried to spark some strength back in her neck, to turn away from the screen and its mind-melting video. “Dohn…” she groaned. “Dohn wanna. Dohn…wannabe…brrraainnnwashhh…”

The blonde bimbo giggled. “Don’t be silly. You love being brainwashed.”

“Luh…?” Alex blinked slowly, struggling to remember what they were talking about.

“Uh-huh. Girls love being brainwashed. Girls need to be brainwashed.”

“Love…brainwash…?”

“Mhm. It’s like, the bestest feeling in the world. Once you stop thinking you’ll, like, never want to again!”

“Stop….thinkin’…”

“And, I mean, it’s not like you can fight it or anything. I tried, and that just, like, made me even dumber!”

“Dumber…”

“Hm? Oh, jeeze, what time is it? I wasn’t s’posed to stay here this long. I just can’t help myself! If I don’t got a cock in my mouth, it’s just, like, yap-yap-yap, y’know? Whoops, you’re drooling, sweetie. Lemme get that for ya. Mm. Prolly can’t even understand me now, huh? That’s okay. I gotta go anyway. Have fun! See ya later!”

Alex didn’t notice Jessica leave, nor hear the door close. The entranced slave-in-training no longer had enough energy for independent thought. It was so much easier, so much hotter to let the screen tell her what to think, to allow the flashing words and images to replace her own cognition, to accept them as her reality. The deeper she sank into this docile state, the more potent and powerful her pleasure became, no longer inhibited by any lingering doubts. Her pupils rolled when the first orgasm bloomed inside her, yet she could still see the pretty pink spiral twirling beneath her eyelids, her new beliefs echoing beneath the moans and gasps.

LET YOUR CUNT SHOW YOU THE WAY.

LET MEN THINK FOR YOU.

YOUR THOUGHTS ARE JUST NOISE.

BRAINS ARE FOR BOYS.

GOOD GIRLS GO DUMB FOR COCK.

GOOD GIRLS CUM THEIR BRAINS AWAY.

YOU WANT TO BE A GOOD GIRL.

YOU WANT TO BE A STUPID SLUT.

YOU WANT TO BE BRAINWASHED.

Lexi wanted to be a good girl. Lexi wanted to be brainwashed. Lexi wanted to be dumb and obedient and cum all her stupid thoughts away. She wanted it so bad, she didn’t even notice the door open behind her, nor hear Chris’s voice as he welcomed another brother into the room.

“…Sure your earbuds are all the way in. The Suppressor gets really loud down here. If you start to get lightheaded or have trouble thinking, let me know right away.”

“I know, I know, you already…whoa. What the fuck?”

“Uh-huh. Crazy, right? Most pledges don’t get to see this room, but we wanted to show our appreciation for your family’s…generosity.”

“Goddamn. And here I thought I was gonna be stuck manning the door all night.”

“Yeah, thanks for being so understanding about that. It’s tradition, y’know?”

“Sure, no problem. As long as I get to take a few of these sluts back upstairs.”

“Sorry, not yet. Gotta let ’em finish the brainwashing video first.”

“Brainwashing? Oh shit! Should I not…?”

“Nah, it’s fine. You can look if you want. There’s nothing really special about it—just some shit we pulled from a buncha fetish sites.”

“Oh. Wait, really? Then why are they…?”

“It’s ’cause of the Suppressor. They’ve been exposed to it for so long, they have like, zero inhibitions or critical thinking skills at this point. They’re basically just a buncha horny, gullible idiots. You could tell them anything you want and they’d believe it. Especially if it makes ’em feel good. So all we do then is convince them they’re being brainwashed, and…”

“They buy it? Even when the Suppressor’s turned off?”

“Pretty much. We gotta keep ’em coming back to make sure it sticks, but that isn’t too hard. After a while, they get so used to not thinking, they don’t even remember how to do it.”

“That is…diabolical, dude. Fuck, I’m like, so fucking hard right now.”

“Wanna have one of the girls help you out?”

“Huh? But I thought you said—?”

“We can’t take them out of this room. But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves. Watch this.”

CLICK.

Suddenly, the visuals on the screen changed. The ever-shifting words were replaced by a singular command, blinking and flashing with urgency.

ASSME THE POSITION.

Lexi wasn’t sure what that meant at first. Fortunately, the porn soon explained it to her. She watched as a procession of women knelt on their arms and knees. Faces bowed. Hips raised. Pussies glistening and exposed.

The moment Lexi understood, her body moved to obey. It was automatic. Unconscious. An impulse that effortlessly invaded and colonized her helpless little head. Dimly, she could sense the other girls shifting as well. Mimicking her movements. Following their programming. Presenting themselves for the taking. Just like good girls should.

A pair of hands grabbed Lexi’s hips. She felt the touch like a distant dream, vaguely reminding her of a world beyond the screen. Yet her gaze remained fixed ahead, not wavering from the spiral for an instant. Its truths were too captivating. Too important. Without them, she would be empty. She needed to be told what to think. What to feel.

Something hard and hot rubbed against the slick surface of her cunt. Before she could begin to understand, a surprised gasp broke from her lips, her folds and insides parting as raw, animal pleasure suddenly filled her from behind.

Ah…ah!

A spark. A flash. A new understanding.

This was it. What Lexi’s instincts had been telling her all along. What stupid Alex had fought so hard to deny.

This was what she was made for. To be fucked. To be claimed. To clench her insides around a big, brutal cock. To yield to its masculine might. To cave to its conquering thrusts. To spasm around every meaty inch with toe-curling, brain-breaking joy. To let animal yips and cries spill from her mouth, to release her claims to independence, to dignity, to personhood. To become a fuck-doll in the truest sense, reduced to the property of her superiors, existing purely for play and pleasure and entertainment.

Her awareness blurred as the orgasms began. A cascading eruption of delirious delight. It was too much to take. Too much to believe. Too much to understand. She knew something meaningful was happening, but no longer had the capacity to interpret it. Fortunately, the video was perfectly capable of filling the void.

She was a slut.

She was a fuck-doll.

She loved to serve cock.

She loved to obey men.

It was her purpose to please.

It was her nature to submit.

She was a good girl.

She loved to be brainwashed.

Again and again.

And again.

The meeting was not going as Director Pembrook had planned.

When he’d learned that Alex Menzinger had requested another sit-down, he’d been prepared to eat his fair share of crow. Their first encounter had been far more hostile than intended, a fact that Pembrook realized immediately after its conclusion. He hadn’t meant to be so dismissive of her concerns, but frats and sororities were often easy scapegoats for student shortcomings, a prejudice he’d spent his whole career struggling to combat. So when a young, uptight TA had begun weaving tales of seedy parties and drug-fueled transformations, well…was it any wonder that he’d pushed backed a little harshly?

Even so, in the weeks that followed, Pembrook found the implications of her story difficult to shake. Her conspiratorial conclusions seemed extreme, but he couldn’t deny that there were some strange trends spreading among the young women on campus. Hoping to settle the matter, he did some digging through Psi Rho’s books, only for every page to raise more alarm than the last. There were some rather sizable and suspicious expenses on record, co-terminus with a rapid decline in female scholarship. The correlation didn’t prove anything, but it was an awful lot of smoke to be in want of a fire.

That was why he’d resigned himself to a follow-up with Ms. Menzinger. And why he’d expected to spend most of the meeting begging her forgiveness.

What he hadn’t expected was for her to stride into his office lead by Psi Rho’s President, her hair dyed crimson and face painted porcelain-smooth, looking exactly like the kind of vapid young woman she’d once recoiled from.

“Hiiii Mr. Pembrook Sir,” she chirped, the bounce in her bust visible even through the long overcoat she was wearing. “Thank you soooo much letting me come back. I’m, like, suuuuper sorry for being such a bitch.”

“Um. That’s. I mean, you…uh…what…” The aged administrator struggled for words, glancing between the transformed TA and the smirking, young man at her side.

Chris Norwood laughed. “I’m not sure he believes you, sweetie. Why don’t you lose the coat and show him how much your attitude has improved?”

“Okaaayy!” With a cheerful smile, Alex did as suggested, removing her outer later to reveal a long, skimpy, virgin killer sweater. She raised her arms in the air, mouthing a silent “ta-daaa” and wiggling her hips. The motion nearly sloshed her breasts free of their narrow, knit covering, the slightest glimpse of pink areolae making it clear that she’d forgone a bra for this particular occasion. Dragging his eyes down to the pale, pillowy expanse of her thighs, Pembrook couldn’t help but wonder if she’d elected not to wear panties either.

“Wanna peek?” Alex asked, as if reading his thoughts. “Here ya go—whoop!” She giggled, smoothing the hem back down below her waist.

Pembrook almost choked, the image of the young postgrad’s flushed, puffy pussy seared into his mind for eternity. He pinched his eyes, unable to look at her and think clearly at the same time. “Um. A-Alex. Er, Ms. Menzinger—that is who I’m speaking to, yes?”

The dumb ditz cocked her head. “Huh?”

“He’s talking about your name, dummy,” Chris muttered.

“Oh!” Alex immediately brightened. “I’m Lexi! Sexy Lexi!” she added with another titter.

Pembrook reeled, unable to reconcile the airhead before him with the promising scholar he’d spoken to last week. Then a realization clicked in his mind, propelling his attention onto her escort. “You! You’re the one who made her like this, aren’t you?”

Chris shrugged. “That’s one way of looking at it. Why don’t you tell him the story, Lexi?”

“Um…” The bubbly red head tapped her chin. “So, like, ’member how I thought there were these parties that were, like, makin’ girls all stupid an’ sexy an’ stuff? Well, I, like, tried to go to one of ’em to, I dunno, make it stop or whatever, but I was too stupid and got, like, totally brainwashed!”

“B-brainwashed?” Pembrook repeated, shocked anew by how cheerfully the phrase had leapt from her lips.

Lexi grinned. “Yeppers! They made me watch a video, an’ it, like, hyp…hyp-no-tized me or somethin’. Anyways, I gotsta do whatever they tell me now, ’cause I’m too dumb to think for myself. Isn’t that just, like, so crazy?”

The aghast administrator nodded, unsure how else to respond. “Why…why are you showing me this?” he asked Chris.

The frat brother sighed. “Glad you asked. Lexi, be a good girl and keep yourself busy. The men are gonna talk for a while.”

“Yes, Master!” his brainwashed thrall replied, her eyes going dim as she sank into a nearby armchair, sucking her fingers and spreading her legs before idly stroking between them.

“So.” The sudden noise of Chris’s clap made Pembrook jump, though Lexi apparently hadn’t heard a thing. “We’ve got a problem. And by ‘we’ I don’t just mean Psi Rho, I mean you too, Director Pembrook. See, my brothers and I never meant to capture Lexi here. In fact, we try our best to avoid going after faculty. Had I known that a TA was planning to crash one of our parties, none of this woulda happened. But apparently, Miss Detective here snuck into our house in disguise and followed one of our girls someplace she wasn’t supposed to go. By the time we realized what’d happened, well…look at her.”

Pembrook refused, keeping his gaze fixed on his desk. Though that didn’t mean her sighs and whimpers didn’t tempt him. “I-I see,” he managed to utter. “Be that as it may, it’s hardly an excuse for…brainwashing students against their will.”

“I meeeaaan…” Chris reclined, crossing his legs. “Who’s to say what free will really is, right? It’s not like we’re grabbing girls off the streets or tying them to chairs or anything. They come to our parties because they want to, and they’re able to leave whenever they like. Most girls do, in fact. The ones who don’t, well…maybe there’s a reason they find what we offer so appealing. Maybe this is what they really wanted. Deep down, y’know?”

The Director grimaced. He knew that Chris’s explanation was little more than rhetorical sleight of hand, a way to distance himself from responsibility and assuage whatever guilt he might’ve accrued. And yet, however flimsy, the exculpation offered by his argument was too tempting to resist. Already, the shame Pembrook felt at his own arousal was beginning to ebb, his gaze no longer able to remain averted from the mewling, masturbating tart in his chair.

“The point is,” Chris continued, “when it comes to undergrads, it’s pretty easy for us to keep tabs on ’em and make sure they don’t cause trouble. But if a TA starts acting like a sorority slut? Or hanging around our frat a bunch?” He shook his head. “That’s not so easy to cover up. And if enough people start asking questions, they’re gonna find out what we’re doing. And if that happens, they’re gonna wonder why you didn’t do anything to stop us.”

Pembrook gasped as if slapped. “I beg your pardon! I had nothing to do with, with…this!” He gestured frantically at the TA-turned-bimbo, who was busy mesmerizing herself with her own tits.

Chris cleared his throat. “Director Pembrook: I know that, and you know that. But is that what the dean will believe? Or the press? If it gets out that this was all happening under your watch, it’s not just gonna be Psi Rho that takes the blame. Faculty heads are gonna roll. Good luck collecting your pension or finding another job when you’re pegged as the ‘fraternity sex cult’ guy.”

Pembrook’s jaw clenched. As much as he hated to admit it, there was a kernel of truth to what Chris was saying. No—actually, it was worse than that. If the Director was honest, there was a part of him that wanted to believe that his hands were tied. That there was nothing he could do. That exposing Psi Rho would only lead to his own destruction. That the forces at work here were too powerful to overcome. Because if he believed that, if he told himself that his only option was to act in his own best interest…then…

His long, shuddering breath broke the silence. “I s-suppose you expect me to turn a blind eye then?”

“Actually…” Chris’s eyes gleamed. “I was thinking of a more…mutually beneficial arrangement.”

Pembrook swallowed. “S-such as?”

“Well, to start, we would appreciate a heads-up if it sounds like any other faculty members are sniffing around. And, of course, anything you can do to keep them from digging too deeply would be a big help. We don’t want anyone else pulling a Lexi, do we?”

“I…suppose not…”

“Of course, we’ll also do our part to keep things running smoothly. That means making sure you don’t have to waste time and energy chasing donors all day.”

“You intend to bribe me?”

“We intend to make sure your department is adequately funded. And, on a more personal note,” the young man nodded towards the drooling, cooing woman nearby, “I was hoping you’d be kind enough to take Lexi off our hands.”

Pembrook gawked. “Me?”

“Of course. A TA hanging around a frat house is weird, but a stressed-out grad student giving up academia to become a rich man’s kept woman? I mean, tale as old as time, am I right?”

Beneath his desk, the Director’s erection twitched. “W-when you say ‘take her off your hands,’ you mean…”

Chris grinned. “She’d be yours. Permanently. And trust me, you’d be doing her a favor. I’ve heard what some of the brothers have been saying, and it’s probably better she ends up in your hands instead of theirs, if you catch my drift.”

“I see. Yes, I…think I understand. And…does she…?”

“Oh, she loves the idea. Watch.” The young man leaned over the arm of the sofa, snapping his fingers in front of the dazed slut’s face. “Hey, Lexi! Focus up!”

“Huh?” Lexi blinked, the faintest spark of awareness returning to her gaze. “Yes, Master?”

“How would you feel about becoming Director Pembrook’s personal slut?”

The dim girl stared, her eyes gradually widening with disbelief. “Ohmigod. Like, no way. Shut up! You’re, like, totes messing with me.”

Chris shook his head. “I promise you, I’m not. We were actually just discussing it.”

“Yay!” Lexi leapt to her feet, pacing between the two men like an overstimulated puppy. “Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Y’mean, we’re gonna like, live together? Like, um, um, like we’re married? I get to cook and clean and shop and wear pretty dresses and fuck and make babies and stuff?”

“That would be up to your man, wouldn’t it?” Chris shot the Director a sly look. “Though to be clear, he hasn’t promised to take you yet, so…”

Instantly, the slut’s excitement turned to shock, her voice melting into a pitiable whine. “Oh, please take me, Sir!” she pleaded, stretching the front of her sweater and allowing her pendulous breasts to jiggle free. “I promise to be a good girl! I’ll do anything you say! Please, just let me be your personal slut. It’s all I’ve, like, ever wanted!”

“I…I…” Pembrook’s palms were damp with sweat, his throat tight with the want he’d tried so hard to suppress. How many times had he fantasized about a moment like this? How many nights had he spent jerking off alone, imagining what it would be like to have a young, busty grad student devoted to his every need? It was a shameful desire. A perverse dream. And yet, its roots ran deep within the dark recesses of his heart, growing tighter and more twisted with every reluctant denial.

“Pretty pretty please!” Lexi begged. “I’ll let you fuck me whenever you want! I’ll let you fuck me right now!” She turned, bending over and displaying her naked pussy, her fingers parting its glistening lips as she dripped arousal onto the carpet. “I’m, like, so wet for you, Sir. I’m just a stupid, horny slut, an’ I need a smart, sexy man to take care of me. Pleeaassse?”

Even as he tried to resist, Pembrook couldn’t stop his hand from probing the supple curve of her ass, nor his cock from tightening as her skin trembled beneath his touch. “Will she…always be like this?” he asked.

The corners of Chris’s lips twitched. “Her conditioning hasn’t fully locked in yet, but it will. As long as you keep her away from her old life and treat her like the dumb whore she is.”

“Yes, Sir,” Lexi moaned, breath rising as the Director’s fingers grazed her cunt. “T-treat me like a dumb whore. Use me like you own me. Please, please fuck me, please Sir. I want it, like, soooooo bad.”

“See? She really likes you,” the young man pressed. “How could you say ‘no’ to a girl like that?”

The Director shot him a narrow look. “Don’t patronize me. I’m sure she’s only acting this way because you told her to.”

“I may have talked you up a little,” Chris conceded. “But what you’re seeing now is genuine. Trust me, she’s not smart enough to lie.”

Lexi shook her head. “Nuh-uh. Too stupid. N-need cock. Please, Sir. Please.”

Pembrook’s jaw clenched. He drew his fingers back, their tips now smeared with the whimpering slut’s juices.

“Well?” Chris asked. “What’s it gonna be?”

The director sighed.

Then wiped his hand on Lexi’s ass.

“This meeting is over,” he said. “I require some privacy to…consider your offer.”

A grin slowly spreading across the frat president’s features. “Of course,” he replied, standing. “Take as much time as you need. I’ll reach out tomorrow and…see how you’re feeling.”

Pembrook grunted. It was damn obvious how he was feeling. Just as it was that the little bastard had won.

Though not without leaving one hell of a consolation prize.

“Um…” Lexi glanced over her shoulder, lips curved in a confused pout. “Like…wha’happened? Are we married now?”

“You stupid slut,” Pembrook growled, rising from his chair and unbuckling his belt. “You shoulda listened to me when I told you to stand down.”

“Huh?” the baffled ditz began to rise. “Standown? Whazzat…eep!” She squeaked as his hands suddenly seized her hips, pivoting and bending her over his desk, exposing her sex to the tip of his hardened cock.

“Shut up,” he hissed in her ear. “No more questions. All I wanna hear now is how much you love it when I fuck you. Understand?”

“Y-yes, Sir,” she panted, quivering with anticipation. “I’mma good girl. I’ll…oohhhh…!”

Pembrook gasped, her inner walls practically sucking him in. For a moment, he allowed himself to linger, savoring her soft, velvety warmth, thrilling at the way she pulsed and squeezed around him, tighter and more passionate than a lover’s embrace.

She gave a guttural moan, hips wriggling and shifting his hardness inside her. “Fuuuuck, Sir. You feel so goooood. Your cock is amaaaaaaaziiing!”

“O-of course it is,” the aging administrator breathed, struggling not to cum as he gradually began to thrust. “A-and d-don’t call me Sir. C-call me Daddy now.”

“Yes Daddy!” Lexi cried, not missing a beat as she bounced against him. “Thank you for fucking me, Daddy! Please make me yours! Use my stupid, slutty pussy forever, Daddy!”

It felt like he’d barely started, but Pembrook couldn’t hold back anymore. With a choked cry, he buried himself deep in his slut’s eager depths, unloading years of pent-up lust in powerful, shuddering spurts. When it was over, it felt like he’d poured out all the strength and tension his aged muscles could manage, his head light and legs wobbly as he stumbled around the desk and collapsed into his chair.

“Mmmm…” Lexi seemed to gradually notice his instability, her brow furrowing slightly as she raised her head off his desk. “Are you, like, okay, Daddy?” she asked. “How are you feeling?”

How was he feeling?

After making a deal with the devil? After sacrificing everything he’d sworn to uphold fora few minutes of pleasure?

“Never better,” Pembrook panted. “Now come here and clean me up. I’ve got arrangements to make. Your professor’s about to have a very unexpected meeting.”