Adventures in Financial Aid
Duke Tremain swore internally as he hurried down the hall on the third floor of Standish Hall, the administrative building for Hardwick University. The old building didn’t have any elevators, so he was sweating in the sweltering Florida heat; even the light shorts and t-shirt he was dressed in felt stifling. Another thing this place lacked was reliable air conditioning. Apparently all these inconveniences were the price of keeping the place a historical landmark. Sometimes he wished they’d just said hell with history, and installed some basic creature comforts.
His current stressed state was the result of a letter he had picked up this morning from his campus mailbox. It was from Resident Services, informing him that due to a hold placed on his account by Financial Aid, he was suspended from his job as a desk attendant at his dorm until further notice. Duke had only worked there three weeks, but he thought he’d been doing a good job, and that everything on the financial end was paid up by the mishmash of federal loans, scholarships, and private loans he’d scraped together. To add another level of stress to the issue, he was counting on the money from the job to pay for his food. He’d been planning on eating healthy and bucking the freshman trend, buying most of his food from local stores and supplementing that with his seven meals a week food plan. With this new development, he was suddenly staring starvation in the face.
Finally, he spotted a gold plate reading ‘Financial Aid’ on one of the doors. Sighing in relief, he yanked it open. He was only minutes away from clearing this whole thing up. The reception area within was tall-ceilinged, with green-and-gold patterned carpet underfoot. An overweight girl of about his own age adorned with a nametag emblazoned ‘Anne’ sat ensconced behind a long, wooden counter covered with informational packets and financial forms. Duke skeptically eyed the pictures on the brochures that depicted happy young people jumping for joy. Nobody was that happy about their college finances unless they were tripping.
“So, what can I help you with?” Anne drawled, tossing her dark ponytail back over her shoulder.
Duke approached the counter quickly. “Uh, hi, I’m looking to speak with someone about my account? I got this letter that says there’s a hold on it for some reason.” He hefted the letter as evidence, feeling a little embarrassed.
“Who’s your Financial Aid Officer?”
He blinked nervously. “Um, I don’t know. I don’t think I have one.”
Anne gave a little sigh. “What’s your last name?”
“Tremain.”
“You’d be with Bailey Barrington, then. She does R to Z.” She reached for the phone and cradled it against her ear in one pudgy hand. After punching a few numbers, she waited a moment. “Ms. Barrington? You have a minute? There is a student here to see you about a hold on his account. Last name Tremain. Yeah. OK.” She hung up and nodded to Duke. “OK, go on in. Down the hall there, room 104.”
“Thanks.” He hurried off down the hall, feet sinking into the deep carpet. The doors lining the walls at intervals were old-fashioned, heavy and solid, with no windows in them. The effect of the place was slightly forbidding. He found the right room in only a minute, and rapped politely on the door with his knuckles. A woman’s voice answered with a summons, and he entered promptly.
The office was outfitted with the same kind of old-fashioned opulence as the rest of the building. In a welcome change, it was also dry and cool, a high efficiency air conditioner humming busily away in the window. Bailey Barrington sat enthroned behind an old hardwood desk in a plush, dark leather office chair. She was a frosty blond with a monotone face, dressed professionally in a navy-blue skirt and coat over a white shirt. Her hair was pulled back into a severe bun. She waved him into a low seat in front of her desk.
“Sit down, Tremain, while I finish looking over your file.”
Duke complied, feeling awkward as he sank into the chair and was forced to look up at her. With his lanky, over six-foot build, he wasn’t used to it at all. She tapped on a few keys and stared expressionlessly at the computer screen. He was surprised that she appeared to be so young, under twenty-five, if his estimate was correct. All the other finance ladies he’d seen working here were fat and over forty.
“So, Tremain, what did you want to know?” she asked bluntly, swiveling to face him.
He put the letter down carefully on her desk. “I, ah, just got this letter today from Resident Services that said I can’t work at my job because of a hold on my account. I was hoping to find out what caused the hold, and get it removed?”
Barrington pursed her lips judiciously. “Your Desk Attendant job was work-study.” She stopped, as if that explained it all.
“OK,” Duke nodded. “And?”
“You don’t qualify for work-study.”
He stared at her in disbelief. “What? You’re kidding!” But he could see from her face that she was not the kind of person who made jokes. “I filled out all the forms and submitted everything! What’s the problem?”
“It says right here on the paperwork that your family income is too high for you to use work-study.”
Duke gaped at her. “Huh?”
She turned the computer screen so he could see it. “Here. According to our calculations, your parents make enough that they should be able to spend fifty-thousand a year on your college education.”
The boy nearly choked. “F-Fifty – fifty thousand?! Do your calculations take into account that I have seven brothers and sisters? I didn’t get a dime for college, my Dad could barely co-sign the loan. I maxed out my first credit card on the down payment for the dorm. My parents do not have that kind of money!”
“You do not qualify for this position,” Bailey restated. Her voice had a slightly mechanical quality to it that matched her wooden expression.
“Look, you don’t understand,” Duke told her, getting a little desperate. “This is my only source of income, the money I use for food. If I don’t have this job, I basically don’t eat.”
She stared at him blankly, not even bothering to respond. It looked like she had decided that the conversation was at an end, and was prepared to wait in silence for however long it took until he gave up and left. A red tide of anger and frustration swamped his mind, and for a moment all he wanted to do was reach across the desk and throttle the bitch out of her smug reticence.
But no…that would only mean she’d won again. He’d get kicked out of college, and let down everyone who’d helped get him here. There might be another way, though… he thought back to what Uncle Mark had showed him when he was still in high school. Duke had only ever dared use it for small things before, always afraid it would backfire on him. Now it might be his only option. If he only had the guts and skill to pull this off, he would win in more ways than one today. Fishing around inside the neck of his t-shirt, he pulled out a silver lion’s head pendant suspended on a chain around his neck.
Leaning forward, he adopted a softer, more pleading tone, timing the rise and fall of his voice to blend in with the soporific droning of the air conditioner. “Look, I’m just asking you to understand what I’m going through. If I don’t have enough to eat, it will hurt everything in my life here that I’ve worked so hard for. Surely you can see that?”
As he spoke, Duke fiddled with his charm, turning and twisting it this way and that in an apparently nervous gesture. As if by happenstance, reflected light bounced from the shiny metal into her eyes, dipping and wavering from side to side as the lion’s head shifted. Unconsciously, her eyes began to follow the motion of the light, her forehead furrowing. Her lips parted as if she were about to say something, probably an objection, but Duke continued on as if he hadn’t noticed, his voice a flowing river of calm.
“I’m here on a scholarship for academic excellence, you know. I have to keep my GPA above a 3.75, or I’ll be disqualified. And if I don’t eat, my concentration with suffer, and I won’t be able to study. You know what that is like, don’t you? When everything just seems hazy, unreal, like it might just fade away altogether any minute? When you just can’t think… everything moves so slow, and your mind just drifts, slow and easy, not thinking about anything… it is so hard to think, anyway, and you don’t have the energy. You just want to relax, so much easier to let go, let it all wash away, lie back in your chair and let the tension flow out of you.”
At this point, the reserved blond was slumping back in her office chair, eyes following the light as it flitted back and forth. The muscles of her face were relaxed and open, lending an almost child-like vulnerability to her countenance. Duke continued to speak in an even rhythm, taking her deeper into the trance and deeper under his control.
“I know when you relax like this you get sleepy, Bailey. And you are so tired, it’s hard to keep your eyes open. Relaxing, letting it all drift away, feeling sleepy. It feels so good to let all that stress go, to give in to your exhaustion… Your eyelids are heavy now, you are so tired… rest your eyes, and slip into that delicious repose that waits for you…”
Under the constant bombardment of suggestion the girl’s eyelids fluttered, then finally closed. The frosty blond uttered a little sigh of contentment, sinking back further into her comfortable chair. Duke felt himself getting hard at the sight of her sprawled out before him, obediently following his voice wherever it directed. He was going to have to buy Uncle Mark a beer the next time he saw him. It was an incredible rush to know that this officious bitch, who had been going to ruin his life only minutes before, would soon be catering to his every whim. He suppressed his eagerness, keeping his voice calm and soothing.
“Bailey, I want you to listen to me carefully. I am going to count down from one hundred. As I count down, you are going to feel more and more relaxed, more and more open. As the numbers decrease, you will go deeper and deeper into trance. If you understand, tell me ‘yes’.
“Yes,” she whispered after a moment, her voice sleepy.
“One hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety-seven…” As he counted, Duke could see her relaxing even further, every muscle in her body going limp. By the time he was done, the severe blond lay bonelessly on her chair, an expression of total serenity on her face. He cracked his knuckles and leaned forward to examine her keenly. She was a good subject, and the induction had gone more smoothly than he could have hoped. Now for the real test.
“Bailey, can you hear me?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
“I am going to tell you some things, and I want you to repeat them after me. As you say them, you will know them to be true, and that truth will become a part of you, as sure as the sun rises in the morning. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“I know what is best for you.”
“You know what is best for me.”
“You must obey my every command.”
“I must obey your every command.”
“You want to obey my commands, because you want what is best for you.”
“I want to obey your commands, because I want what is best for me.”
“You feel safe around me.”
“I feel safe around you.”
“You find me exciting and interesting.”
“I find you exciting and interesting.”
“You love being around me.”
“I love being around you.”
“Obeying my commands makes you happy and content.”
“Obeying your commands makes me happy an content.”
“Obeying my commands makes you feel sexy and aroused.”
“Obeying your commands makes me feel sexy and aroused.”
Duke continued to hammer her with more statements over the next ten minutes, often restating the same concept over and over in order to sink it in more deeply. Finally he was satisfied.
“Very good, Bailey. You may stop repeating me now. Whenever I say the words ‘frosty little fuckbunny’ to you, you will immediately return to this state of deep trance and relaxation. If someone else says the words, they will have no effect on you, other than to make you insulted and angry. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Now I want you to open your eyes and stand up, remaining in your trance.”
Bailey stretched a little, smiling, then rolled to her feet and stood up, staring straight ahead of her with placid eyes.
“Now come around the desk and stand in front of me.” He took a long moment to look her over, and liked what he saw. “Take your hair down and shake it out.”
The blond reached up and did something mysterious to her hair, releasing it from its confinement and allowing it to tumble down around her shoulders in wavy, honeyed locks. Duke felt a new surge of arousal course through him. With her hair down and a happy look on her formerly stony face, Bailey was transformed from a sexless bureaucrat into an attractive girl.
“How old are you?” he asked out of curiosity.
“Twenty-three,” she replied softly.
“How long have you had this job?”
“Six months.”
“So you must have been hired almost right from college,” Duke mused aloud. “Are you in a relationship?”
“Not anymore.”
“Explain.”
“My boyfriend broke things off with me nine days ago. He said I was an insane control freak and a frigid bitch.” Her voice was still light and serene.
The boy winced. “Ouch. No wonder you were in such a great mood. Although I would have to agree with his assessment of you. We’ll have to fix that, slut. Hmmm… take off your coat, shirt, and skirt, and then turn around slowly so I can really see you.”
Bailey complied, tossing her discarded clothing carelessly back onto her chair before slowly turning in place. Duke unzipped his own pants and stroked his hard length as he ran his eyes over the shapely figure the blond had been hiding under her clothes. Her breasts were more than a handful each, high and firm. Her ass was a glorious expanse of pale, rounded flesh that quivered when she moved. Heart beating fast, voice rough, he ordered her to get on her knees in front of him. As she obeyed, he noticed a damp spot on her panties. His suggestions were working… she was definitely aroused.
“Suck my cock,” he told her.
Bailey didn’t hesitate at all, leaning forward an engulfing him in her warm, wet mouth. He groaned and gripped the arms of his chair as she swallowed him down, tongue running hungrily down his length. He placed a hand on the back of her head, urging her on as she bobbed up and down. He grunted as she sucked on the tip of his penis, breathing becoming ragged at the intense sensation. Her lips were soft and teasing. He pushed her off.
“Enough! Strip and bend over the desk.”
As the blond unhooked her bra and slipped out of her damp panties, Duke pulled off his own clothing and threw it aside. He ran a hand over the smooth curve of her ass, then smacked it lightly. He wanted in that wet little pussy she was shoving back at him. He wanted to feel the tight folds of her cunt squeezing him as he fucked her like the bitch she was. But he held back for a moment.
“Bailey, every time I touch you, you will feel a pleasure that grows with every touch. However excited you get, you will not be able to cum until you feel my cock inside you. My cock will give you the most intense erotic sensations you have ever felt, and when it is in you, you will cum harder than you ever have before. From now on, nothing will make you cum except for my hard cock in your tight little cunt. Understand?”
“Yesss…” she breathed.
As soon as she answered he had his cock up against her tiny, wet pussy, and pushed in. The girl moaned and stiffened, letting out shallow gasps of excitement as he began to pump into her. Duke grunted as he slammed into her slick heat, making her ass ripple and bounce. He loved the feel of his cock sliding in between her legs, and the way her folds clung to him as he withdrew, desperate to keep him inside her.
The boy pulled out and teased the reddened lips of her glistening pussy with the slick mushroom head of his shaft, rubbing it against her engorged clit. Bailey whined and pushed her ass back against him, hungry for more. With a low laugh, he sank his fingers hard into her buttocks and spread her wide, plunging back in. He groaned as her tight little cunt rippled around him. The girl let out a scream as she came, her pussy convulsing as it closed around his cock, soaking it with her cream.
Duke thanked all the gods that the door and walls were thick and solid.
He groaned as the first bit of pre-cum jetted into her from his straining prick. “Uhhh, bitch, you’re gonna make me come!” he gritted out. The blond squealed as he hammered into her juicy cunt, hunching forward to seize her breasts, filling his hands with pillowy softness and rubbing her stiff nipples against his palms. “I’m gonna fill up your hot little pussy, slut!”
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, OHHHHH!” the girl screamed as she came again.
Duke groaned and held himself deep inside her as his cock surged, spraying his hot cum over her quivering pussy walls. The blond moaned and arched her back, milking him for every last heated drop.
Duke just stayed there for a minute, holding himself in her, coming down from the high as she shuddered in the aftershocks of ecstasy. He stroked her ass gently, reveling in his ability to control her, body and mind.
He had Bailey clean herself up outwardly, but left her pussy full of his cum. He dressed quickly and gave her a once-over to make sure nothing was out of place. She sat calmly in her seat, smiling and flushed, with the deeply relaxed expression of the freshly fucked, her honey-colored hair tumbled wildly around her shoulders. He grinned at her.
“Babe, you look one hundred percent better than when I first met you. Now listen, you are going to find some way for me to keep my job, and then implement it. You will forget everything that happened while you were in the trance, but will remember and obey my commands unconsciously, rationalizing everything to yourself so that it makes sense. You will not consciously realize your pussy is full of my cum, but you will know about it in the back of your mind, and it will excite you all day. When you go home for the night, take a shower and clean yourself thoroughly, and masturbate to an intense orgasm while thinking about me. Of our meeting, you will remember it went well, that I was very charming, and that I had some excellent reason why I should be allowed to keep my job. Oh, and you took your hair down because it was making your head hurt. You will fill in the rest of the details yourself with whatever makes sense to you. Do you understand?”
The blond nodded slowly. “Yes,” she sighed contentedly.
“Good. Now I am going to count upwards from one to ten. As I count you will grow more and more alert, until at ten you will wake up, feeling happy, refreshed, and energized. One, two, three…”
As he finished the count, Bailey shook her head slightly, and her eyes refocused.
“Thank you so much, Bailey,” he said smoothly, extending her his hand. “I can call you Bailey, right? You were a great help.”
“Of course,” she replied hesitantly, a little confused. “It was my pleasure.” She smiled warmly at him and took his hand firmly, then blushed and laughed when he turned it over and kissed the back.
“Oh, no,” he told her, looking directly into her eyes. “The pleasure was all mine.”