Title:  One Thousand Fifty Dollars
Author:  bobwhite
Summary:  Three college coeds seek to earn a suspiciously large sum of
money, supposedly from the university's Psych department, and the only
detail is that it won't involve hypnosis.
Keywords:  MC FF MD

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*8:41 Saturday Morning*
*Main Lobby*
*A.S.C. Hawks Athletic Center*
*Arizona State College*

"Jenn?" asked a bored-looking redhead sitting in on a vinyl-
upholstered chair in the entrance of the university's athletic
building.  "Here for the psych thing too?  You should have told me!"

The tall girl who had just walked in looked around for the voice that
had greeted her as she entered the building.  "Sammie!  Hey there!
Wait--you didn't tell me they selected *you*, you know.  Swore you to
secrecy too?"

"You know it."

"Normally I'd have said something, but... well, they seemed very
serious and I just couldn't tell *anyone* what I--we, that is--would
be doing today, not even you.  Yeah, I'm here for the 'mental
testing.'  You'd think they could come up with a more scientific-
sounding name for it, like they usually do."

"I know, but you know how it is with grad students."

"Yeah.  Whatever it is, at least they promised no hypnotism stuff.
Good thing too, last time they had that, the hypno-lady or whatever
couldn't, how did she put it, 'put me in' or 'under' or whatever, so I
didn't get the fifty bucks."

At that moment, the only other person in the room, a short girl who
was wearing a green volleyball jersey with a stylized hawk's head on
it, looked up and said, "At least this time they're offering $1050,
and it's only supposed to eat up about a few hours or so of the day."

Getting up, she walked over to the other two girls and introduced
herself.  "Hi.  I guess I'm the other person in your group today.  I'm
Terri.  You two know each other?  I remember you from that thing with
the hypnotist.  I was there too, but I got the $50.  Sammie, was it?"

"Yep.  Still is, too.  The top-heavy Amazon Babe Barbie here is
Jenn."  By the look on Terri's face, Sammie quickly realized that
Terri didn't know whether to take her description of Jenn as playful
or snarky.

Jenn put her at ease by saying, "Oh, don't mind her, she's been
calling me that since high school."

"Oh!  OK.  Anyway," Terri said, "did you two look in your kits yet?
Do you know what they want us to do before the testing stuff starts?"

When they responded by simultaneously saying "Kits?", she walked over
to a nearby table and took the two white sacks from it.  She gave them
to the other two girls and went to where she'd been sitting to
retrieve her own.  As soon as she rejoined the other two, they were
already staring in disbelief at the instructions they found in the
bags.

"Ladies!" a young man said, startling them.  He was wearing blue jeans
and a purple T-shirt... not the normal attire for a grad student, but
it *was* Saturday.  "Ah, I see you've found your participation
packets.  Hello.  My name is Ted."

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One Thousand Fifty Dollars
(A Random T.E.D.S. Adventure)
by bobwhite

*Author's Note:  The training regimen all agents in the Telepathic and
Esoteric Defense Service must go through is comprehensive, vigorous,
and occasionally a lot of fun.  When that training is nearly over,
agents must demonstrate the ability to make people feel things that
they wouldn't normally be feeling.  The emotional part of the test
comes first, and is usually a low-key affair that generates the
occasional laugh, but not much else.  But the tactile part of the test
tends to be a bit more... entertaining.  As for the test subjects,
well, they are paid well.*

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"Wait, are you serious?"  Jenn said, reading a card that was taped to
the bag.  "You want us to... to take showers, shave *everywhere* just
about, and... oh they have got to be kidding, wait...," Jenn said as
she rifled through the large plastic bag, pulling out the contents and
laying them on the nearby chair:  it was a strangely generic but
eerily complete toiletry kit.  Also included was a terrycloth robe and
matching sandals.

Terri said, "Ya know, I've taken a lot of showers with the girls on
the volleyball team, but I don't think we've ever... groomed or
whatever... in front of each other. "

"OK, this is... weird, what does this have to do with psych?" Sammie
asked.  "Is this the experiment, yet another version of 'Let's give
some people some crazy-ass instructions and see if they follow them,
no matter how inappropriate they are?'  I thought that'd been done to
death!"

"Ah, so this isn't your first foray into the world of psychology
experiments.  No matter.  Suffice it to say, it's best not to think
about the test; that would invalidate the results, and disqualify you
for what you have to admit is a generous participation fee.  Anyway,
I'm in charge of the exper--uhm, *project*. There are showers down the
hall in the girl's locker room just off the main gym.  I take it Terri
can show you the way?"

"Uh... excuse me," said Jenn, "but is all this necessary?  What's all
this about?  I took a shower before bed last night, why do I have to
again?"

"Please, Jenn," said the man, "you and the others *did* sign the
consent form, and we have our reasons for asking you to do this
preliminary step.  It's not so much to ask.  What's the worst that can
happen--you take a shower for a four-figure fee?  Don't worry, it's
not like there are any cameras in the shower stalls."

"... OK, I see your point," Sammie said, standing up and stretching.
The early morning sun was shining through the large windows near the
door, and the shadow of the redhead's hourglass figure stretched over
to the feet of the man who had just entered the room and made the
ridiculous instructions seem more than reasonable.

Jenn tilted her head to the side slightly and thought about it.
"Well... yeah, we did sign that stuff, I guess," she said.

"Terri, you don't have any objections, do you?" he asked, and she
shook her head in response.

"Good.  Well, you have about 45 minutes or so, so take your time," Ted
said, smiling.  "Terri can show you to the locker room, it's not
locked.  When you're all done, come on down to Conference Room 1B, do
you know where that is?"

Terri nodded.

"Good.  We'll be waiting for you," Ted said on his way out of the
room.  When he was gone, Terri shrugged and led the other two girls
down the hallway, toward the showers.

About half an hour or so later, the three robe-clad young women found
themselves staring at the door to Conference Room 1B.  On it was a
sign that read, "Reserved all day Saturday, Psych Department, NBSEME
IN PROGRESS, DO NOT EVEN THINK OF OPENING THIS DOOR!"  Below that was
a smaller note taped to the sign that read, "If you don't know if
you're supposed to be in here on Saturday, then you're not."

"OK, that's--" Sammie began, but she was interrupted by the sudden
opening of the door.

"Ah, there we are, please, come in, quickly," a man said.  He was an
older man who looked to be in his 50s (Ted appeared to be in his 20s),
and was dressed almost exactly like Ted, the main difference being the
black shirt.  Turning and speaking to someone else who they couldn't
see, he said, "Alright Ted, it's all you now.  Remember what we talked
about?  *P-Loss*, if you don't mind."

The three girls looked at him quizzically.  "Now wait a second--P-
loss?" asked Jenn.

"How rude of my instructor.  He means *P*liant *L*ucid *O*bedient
*S*tate," Ted said, quickly adding, "But don't worry about that."  As
soon as he said it, the look of confusion and concern that had flashed
on the girls' faces vanished.  "Come on in, please.  You may take a
seat at the foot of the mattress."

"Mattress?"  Terri asked.  She'd been in the conference room a few
times, and while it did have comfortable chairs and a sofa, the large
table in the center of the room took up most of the room, and there
was certainly no bed in there.

But, as she walked through the short hallway from the door to the main
conference room, she saw that the table and most of the chairs were
gone.  Two of the usual chairs remained, as did the couch near the far
wall, but where the table should have been was a very sturdy-looking
king-size bed, complete with a decorative headboard and black sheets.

As they sat down on the edge of the bed facing the two chairs, Jenn
asked, "OK... now, *why* exactly is there a bed in here?  And what
precisely do you think--"

"Be quiet, please," Ted said.  "Oh, and don't even think of leaving
until the test is over."

"Hey wait, now, that's a fair question," Terri said.  "Just what do
you think you're doing here?  What test?"

"I think my instructor meant to say *project*," said Ted.  Terri
looked at him, keeping eye contact, wishing he'd let her stand up to
better meet his eyes.  "I guess I'll start with a question.  Ready,
Terri?"

"Uh... well, yeah, I guess," she said, her voice a mix of curiosity
and nervousness.

"OK.  Terri, tell me:  have you ever had your asshole licked?"

The instructor chuckled lightly and shook his head in muted disbelief,
and Terri's eyes went wide.  It was clear to Jenn and Sammie that this
was the *last* things she expected to hear.  "Sorry, that's none of
your--"

Ted cleared his throat and asked, "Please, just answer:  have you ever
been licked on your asshole?  I believe it's called a 'rim job'?"

Turning red, she lowered her eyes and said, "Yes, I have.  My
boyfriend does that."  The other girls tried to look away, being
embarrassed beyond words for her.

"And did you like it?  Your idea or his?"

Terri sighed, almost annoyed, but deeply humiliated at having to talk
about this to anyone.  "OK... yeah, I like it.  I thought it was gross
when he suggested it the first few times, but one night he was behind
me, eating me out--I can't believe you're making me tell you this--and
he just... did it.  It was... weird, but it was dirty, and I liked it,
and he does it every now and then."

"And so you know how it feels then, right?"

"Come on, leave her alone.  Move on.  Ask us some questions," Sammie
said, seeing that Terri looked like she might just die of
embarrassment.

"In just a minute," Ted said, smiling at her.  "You just think about
licking Terri's asshole for a  little while I continue, please, and no
talking--either of you.  Just listen."

Jenn looked over to Sammie, whose face was contorted in the
frustration and indignity of not being allowed to speak combined with
what looked like a little disgust at being told to think about licking
another girl *anywhere*, much less on her ass.  Shrugging, Jenn
decided she'd just keep quiet for now.

Terri said, "Yeah, I know how it feels.  But I don't want to describe
it, hell I don't think I can, it's just... OK, it's weird, I'm weird,
there, you got me.  I'm a freak."

"Oh, that's not weird.  And you're not weird for loving it.  I mean,
Sammie here is straight, and all she's thinking about is how to get
*you* to let *her* lick *your* asshole, what she'd have to do to make
that happen, how to approach the situation and all that--and she's
*straight*," Ted said.  Terri looked over to her, and Sammie shook her
head, not even making eye contact.  

Ted continued.  "No, I just wanted to see what you'd experienced in
that arena.  Ted--my instructor's name is Ted, weird coincidence I
know--anyway, Ted over there bet me that none of you would have any
experience with anything anal, and he lost.  In any event, I take it,
Terri, that you could tell if your ass was being licked, right?"

"What?  Well, yeah, I guess.  But you're not going--"

"Oh, I'm not going to do anything inappropriate, if that's what you
mean," Ted said in a reassuring voice.

"Good.  Now, what's the point of these EEEEEEEP!"  Her question was
cut short as she let out a piercing squeal.  She fell back on the bed,
and her hips thrust up, as if something on the mattress had bitten her
butt.  She covered her ass with her hands and sat down on them, but
Jenn and Sammie saw that whatever she was was trying to block with her
hands was still affecting her.  "Holy... holy shit what the fuck!!"
she yelled, wiggling further onto the bed.

"OK, last thing I'll say, but please keep the screams down to a dull
roar, we don't want anyone barging in here.  Not that it matters, but
I'd rather not have a lot to do today," the older man said.

By that time, Terri had backed up and was completely on the bed, her
body contorting into any position she figured she could assume that
would allow her to cover her ass.  "How is this... oh shit, how is
this happening!!"

"Ladies, you can speak now, but please, like Ted said, keep it down,"
the younger Ted announced.

"Can I lick... I mean see...." Sammie began, but after vigorously
shaking her head, she asked, "What's going on?"

"Terri, are you OK?  What's happening?" Jenn said, after giving Sammie
a weird look.

Terri had given up trying to shift around to protect her bottom, and
was now on her knees and shoulders, her ass high above the bed but
still mostly covered by her robe.  One arm above and one below her
body, she was using both hands to cover her crotch, which was almost
grinding against her hands.

"It's... something's... it's crazy, I can... f-feel a tongue...
someone's tongue...  oh it's...."

"Jenn, Sammie, she's feeling a tongue licking her ass, probing it a
little, that sort of thing.  Is that what it feels like, Terri?  Does
it feel like anything else *but* that?"

"Y-y-yes!!  That's exactly how it feels!!  What is going on?" Terri
said between sharp breaths.  "Oh god... how are you...."

"... Doing this to you?  Don't worry about that.  We just need your
feedback, that's all.  Try to relax and enjoy it."

Terri's breathing had steadied; Jenn and Sammie could see that she was
not panicked anymore, but the breathing was getting very deep, and her
hips were definitely moving rhythmically against her hands.

"Now don't worry, Terri.  I won't embarrass you by having you come to
orgasm without anyone even touching you.  But, let's expand on what
you're feeling.  I know you've never had anal sex, for example.
Especially not while someone else licks your pussy.  But I'm willing
to bet that by the time I'm done speaking, you'll find out how good
you think that feels."

Just then, her hips started to grind against the invisible forces that
were toying with her.  "Oh... f-fuck, oh fuck... yeah... is this what
it's... mmmmmm...."

"She's enjoying this, you can tell.  Want to help her get off?" he
asked Sammie.

"Uhm... what?" Sammie asked, nervously.  "Look, this is all crazy,
obviously some practical joke on Jenn and me, so can we--"

"Sammie," Ted said, "it's not a joke.  I'm asking if you can help
Terri, here.  See, she's just feeling the sensation of a rather kinky
threesome.  Heck, I don't even know if she's assigned a gender to
whoever it is who is, in her mind, eating her out while her boyfriend
screws her in the butt.  I told her I wouldn't embarrass her by making
her orgasm when nobody was touching her.  That said, I think she wants
to... uh, cross the finish line, so to speak."

"And?" Sammie said, a strange look on her face.

"Well, you've been thinking about licking her ass, haven't you?"

"Look... OK, alright, I've been thinking about licking her asshole.  I
couldn't help it, you said it and it was so crazy that it just got
stuck in my head like a bad song from the 80s, but I don't think...
don't think that...."

"Sammie.  Tell you what.  You're going to lick her ass.  You signed a
consent form, after all, and you *have* to, right?"

Nervously, she nodded her head in the affirmative.

"Right.  Now, to prove it's not a joke, you're going to feel every
sensation you cause Terri to feel.  Whatever you lick or rub, will be
licked or rubbed on you.  If that doesn't happen, then I'm full of
shit and you'll know it.  And if I'm full of shit, we'll pay you now
and send you on your way."

Thinking about it, Sammie nodded her head again and said, "Fair
enough.  But this is really sick.  I am *so* going to report this."

"Fuck... look, just stop this, I won't tell anyone what happened!  I'm
not gay!"  Terri protested.

"Well, for the sake of this test, let's say that you have always
fantasized about fucking women, but never have done anything about it.
*Now* is it OK?"

"Ungh... uhhh... OK, whatever, fine, just... just don't tell anyone...
about this...."

Sammie turned and faced Terri, whose head was almost touching the
headboard.  She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, and
carefully pulled Terri's hands away from her crotch, lifting the
bathrobe and pulling it up and onto Terri's back, exposing her nether
region.  With a look of trepidation, she closed her eyes, tried not to
breathe through her nose, stuck out her tongue, and gently moved her
head into position.

When she felt the bare skin on her tongue, a curiously wet, warm, and
interesting sensation wriggled itself right onto her darkest of holes.
Startled, she pulled away and felt her rear end, making sure nobody
was there, messing with her.  Assured that nobody was, she dove in
again, and the filthiness of the sensation hit her like a ton of sex.
Sammie's hips wiggled and moved up and out, forcing her to her elbows,
causing her face to bur itself into Terri's bottom.  Again, the
sensations hit her, but by then she wasn't even thinking about pulling
away.

Losing herself in the irrational eroticism of the moment, she slipped
a finger slipped inside Terri's pussy.  The reciprocal feeling hit
Sammie, and another finger slid in effortlessly.  Using her thumb on
Terri's clit, both girls began moaning loudly.  Jenn, for her part,
simply looked on in amazement and more than a little fear.

After several minutes of fervent action, the girls celebrated their
simultaneous orgasms in their own ways:  Terri let out a low, throaty
groan, and Sammie emitted a series of high-pitched noises that made
Jenn laugh a little before she remembered what was going on.  Quickly,
her mirth faded.  When Sammie recovered, she shot up, looked down at
the part of Terri's body she'd just been licking for all her worth,
and her face took on a look of mild disgust and utter shock.

"OK, are we done?" Jenn asked, getting worried.  "This is all just too
weird."

"Oh!  I almost forgot about you!" Ted said, his hand moving from his
pants, where an obvious lump indicated he was enjoying the display.
"So, you thought it was funny, the sound Sammie made when she came?
Why, how do you sound when you cum?"

"I don't think that's appropriaYEEEEEEEEEEAAAHHHH!  FUCK, YES, YES!!
OH GOD DAMN FUCK YES YES YES YES YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS!!" Jenn responded,
going from worried speech to high-pitched screaming mid-word, and
flopping around on the bed like a fish out of water,.  When she
recovered, she found herself on her back, gripping the sheets on the
bed.

"Ah, a screamer.  Nice.  Now, Terri and Sammie.  Let me make a little
adjustment or two... there we go.  Tell me, Sammie, what did you think
about what you just did with Terri here?"

"Well it was gross... but it felt... I could feel what I... OK, before
now, I would never have thought of doing... *that*... with another
girl... but I don't know, maybe it was feeling what I was doing to
Terri... but right now, all I want to do is... oh Jenny?  Jenn, why
don't you take off that robe?"

Jenn sat up and covered her mouth in shock.  Terri said, "fuck yeah,
finally," and quickly disrobed.  Sammie undid the belt on her robe and
slowly took it off, taking time to lick her finger and stroke her slit
slowly.

"Jenn, how well does Sammie know you?"  Ted asked.

Jenn jerked her head around to look at Ted, trying not to see Sammie
playing with herself.  "What?  Oh... we've been best friends since
grade school.  We probably know everything about each other."

"So," continued Ted, "if I asked Sammie about things you've done and
never done sexually, how good an idea would she have?  Be honest."

"She'd... ... she'd know... *everything*," Jenn said, looking down,
having a dreadful feeling where Ted was going.

"OK, good.  Well, I'll tell you what.  Just now, Sammie has discovered
that she's had, for *years*, a crush on you.  I mean, you're pretty,
she loves your hair, and ever since you got your boobs she's wanted to
touch them, rub them, lick and kiss them, and all that.  There's not a
part of your body she hasn't dreamed of licking, biting, whatever.
Right, Sammie?"

Jenn looked at Sammie, who was kneeling, naked, on the bed.  Both
hands were clenched into fists resting on her thighs.  Her face, still
wet from Terri, was almost pleading.  "I... I never said anything...."

"Sammie, no!  It's not true, something's going on here, he's making us
do things... come on, this will be over soon, don't--"

"No, Jenny, hon.  No, it's true.  I've always been too... it's so...
how could I tell you?  Look at you, you're gorgeous, you've always had
any guy you wanted, and I knew you weren't into girls... and even if
you were, sure I'm cute, but you're... amazing, pretty doesn't cover
it...."

"Sammie, stop, there's something wrong...."

Terri came up behind Sammie, and pushed her forward, onto her elbows.
Jenn couldn't see what Terri was up to, but the moan Sammie let out
told her all she needed to know.  Jenn backed up onto the bed away
from Sammie, who crawled to her.  Terri smacked Sammie's ass, making
her stop.  Jenn kept moving back until she was against the headboard.

Jenn brought her knees up to her chest and hugged her legs, repeating,
"This isn't happening... this isn't happening...."

"OK, look, the project is almost over.  This will all end when you,
Jenn, of your own free will, tell Sammie to make you cum.  Only her
touch can do it, and to convince you to do it, she's going to tell me
what sensations you'd have to be feeling to beg her to do such a
normally unthinkable sexual thing.  But I imagine you don't want her
to--"

"No way am I playing this game!" Jenn shouted.

"Right.  I know.  Like I said, Sammie is going to tell me what she
wants you to feel, to get you to the point where you *need* her to
finish you off."

"Can I play too?" Terri said, having just brought Sammie to a quick,
but nearly silent, orgasm.

"Well... OK, I guess, but you can only make suggestions to Sammie.
Only Sammie gets to talk to me.  Alright?"

From behind, Terri quickly whispered into Sammie's ear.  At first
Sammie shook her head no, but when Terri bit her on the neck gently
and grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples, Sammie breathed out,
"sucking nipples... hands on her tits... oooh, and a gentle bite on
the neck, just like... mmmm, Terri's doing...."

Jenn, horrified, looked up to Ted... but then her eyes fluttered and
she licked her lips.  She hugged her knees to her chest tighter, but
with less protest, she mumbled, "Please... don't... don't... feels..."

"Jenn, baby, I know what turns you on.  How about having your nipples
nibbled on a little?  And fingernails scratching lightly... well not
*too* lightly... across your back?  And definitely nibbling on your
earlobe... you *love* that...."

"Oh... oh god... god.... please stop this, come on... snap... mmmm,
out of it, we have to... this has to stop... mmmmmmm...."

"Oh... well, since you can't cum till I get you there, and this is all
I've thought about since puberty... give her a slow lick, from the
bottom of her pussy to the top, and have that tongue make circles
around her clit.  Remember when your prom date did that?  Let's see if
it *did* drive you nuts."

Instantly, Jenn's legs straightened out, and her hands shot down and
pressed into her crotch to protect her pussy from the phantom tongue
that had begun to languorously whittle away her resolve.  Since her
nipples were being still lightly bitten, one of her arms instinctively
came back up and draped itself across both her large breasts, pressing
tightly against the soft cloth covering the flesh.

"Please... Sammie, no... oh god...."

"If you take off the robe, I'll tell Ted to stop it," Sammie said,
breathlessly.  Jenn looked to her friend.  Terri had repositioned
herself--now on her back, she faced up as Sammie rode her face.
Terri's hands played with Sammie's tits, flicking her nipples.  "Just
let me... mmm, see your... beautiful body, please, I can settle for
that, if you're... not into it...."

Jenn bit her lower lip.  Closing her eyes, she undid the knot on her
robe's belt with shaky hands, barely able to control them because of
the sensations relentless teasing her most sensitive spots.  She
pulled off the garment, lifting her bottom just long enough so that
she could throw it to the side of the bed.  "OK, there... we can talk
about this... l-later, please make it stop...."

"Not yet, Jenn.  Sorry, but you're just too beautiful... I've waited
so long, it'll be wonderful...."

"Sammie?  Please... p-please... you said...."

"Gentle nibbles on her inner thigh, some sucking on her clit a little,
but don't stop the pussy licking... in fact add another tongue, and
one pressing inside her just a little, wiggling and firm...."

Jenn looked in shock at Sammie, who was now grinding her pussy onto
the face of Terri.  Then the sensations hit.

"Spank her ass!"

Despite the fact she was sitting, she felt the distinct sensation of a
hand coming down on her from behind.  She bit her lip harder... she
could not deny it, she was turned on.

"Jenn, hon, ask me, and I'll dive in, I'll show you what sex is all
about, and we can go back to your room... I know everything you like,
trust me...."

"No... must... stop...." Jenn said, panting, near the edge but knowing
she would not climax unless she told Sammie to do something she didn't
want her to do....

"OK... make her restrained, spread eagle, tied up... know what I'm
talking about?"

"Tall order," mumbled the instructor named Ted.  But the younger Ted
smiled as he added sensations of restraints on the ankles and arms.
After forcing her legs and arms into the positions Sammie had
suggested, he kept her from retracting them, while enforcing all the
other sensations on her body.

"Sammie... you promised... you wouldn't tell... that... oh god...."

"You're not in control here, Jenn, and isn't that why this got you so
hot when Tommy did this last summer?  Well... I'm... oh, right there,
Terri, yeah... I'm waiting, Jenn... oh yeeeeeeaaaaaahhh...."

Sammie came all over Terri's face, but that stopped neither of them
for long.  By then, Jenny was writhing against her invisible bonds,
her legs forced open and revealing her dewy folds as they were
assaulted by at least three invisible mouths.  This opening up of her
legs intensified the helpless feeling that was driving her closer and
closer to the edge, and the teeth teasing her nipples weren't helping
her maintain control.

"Jenn, honey?"

"Alright!  Fuck, do it!  Do it already, fuck, just do--
*yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaah*," Jenn screamed, her body arching upon contact
with Sammie's mouth, despite Ted's controls.  He reestablished the
mental bindings, though, and dropped the other sensations to let
Sammie take care of Jenny on her own.

"Fuck!  My... mmmm, my tits, what happened??" Jenn yelled, trying to
reach for her nipples to replace the suddenly missing teasing
sensations.  Terri was more than happy to help out, though.  It didn't
take long for Jenn to get off harder than she'd though possible.

Ted, true to his word, dropped all controls at that point.  Jenn
quickly turned over, and on her hands and knees positioned her ass to
her two lovers.  Sammie lay down on her back and Terri climbed on top
of her; Jenn then allowed them to pull her hips back so that they
could pleasure her, front and back.

Ted laughed to himself, knowing full well that he hadn't made Jenny
temporarily lesbian, and that she was riding on a sexual high that had
pulled her into what he guessed could be a permanent state of
bisexuality.  

"It would make her bi permanently if she could *remember* it, Ted,"
the instructor said suddenly as he got up and left the room.  Ted
watched the scene for a awhile, letting the girls get each other off a
few more times, and enjoying Jenn's newfound and (mostly) genuine
desire to eat out her best friend of many years.  But, after taking
care of his own needs, he decided to wrap things up.

"OK ladies," he said to the panting mass of female flesh tangled on
the bed.  "I'm glad we had your cooperation today.  Please, put your
robes back on, go get cleaned up, get dressed, and go home.  Thank you
for your time.  Your checks are here."

One by one they put on their robes and grabbed their checks.  Then,
they filed out, stopping briefly to shake hands with the instructor,
who was standing in the hallway, not far from the door.  

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After the girls were out of sight, the instructor re-entered the
conference room.  Immediately, Ted asked him, "Well?  How'd I do on
the Non-memory Based Sensory Emulation and Manipulation Exam?"

"I'll never understand," the instructor said, "what it is with some of
you guys.  Last OJT I had just set up at the park, had his fun with
the ladies who sat on a bench, and it barely even got R-rated.  Well,
at least to anyone who was looking in that general direction."

"Hey now, this went pretty much according to the plan I submitted,
which *you* approved, I might add.  Can I help it if I have a... flair
for the dramatic?"

"Right, *dramatic*.  Honestly, it's not even that original--betrayal
and mild submission?  Never seen *that* before... 'Oh, I'll get you so
horny and keep you from cumming that you'll beg for it, and I'm not
making you beg for it, it's your own free will, your submission to the
feelings blah blah blah,' yeah, *really* original.  Anyway, I did
notice that you tried to sneak a few PPCs past me.  Also unoriginal."

"What are you talking about?" the trainee said, with a little too much
innocence in his voice.  "There were no permanent personality
changes--"

"Oh?  So without a nudge by you, after they got dressed and forgot
about your little exam here, Terri would just suddenly realize she was
bi-curious?  And out of the blue, Jenn and Sammie would start to
seriously wonder about what it'd be like to take their friendship to
another level, whenever they were having sex or masturbating?"

Worried, Ted mumbled, "You're not going to... fail me, are you?"

"If I failed every agent who tried that, we wouldn't be able to staff
the field units in Arizona, much less the whole country.  I *did* dock
you a few points for it, though, and I cleaned it up for you."  The
device in Ted's (the instructor's) hand began to buzz, drawing his
attention for a minute before he announced, "Ah, looks like your final
results are in."

"And?"

"Well... Final TASU score is 10, not too damn shabby.  And you're
cleared for field work with a partner, so you'll need a blue shirt,
for this year anyway.  *And*, we both get one release event voucher,
'Good for one release event involving up to five partners,' as they
love to remind us.  Must be nice to have time to use--"

"And since you lost our little bet...," Ted said, interrupting his
instructor.

"... Yeah, you get my REV, fine," the instructor said, tapping the
computer's screen a few times to transfer the REV.  "I've got too many
saved up anyhow.  Let's see... your graduation ceremony will be held
at the Central Communications Center in St. Louis, they'll send you
the details on that... and I think that's about it.  Oh, here's your
ID number: 7-9-355.  Well, let's get out of here."

By the time they were out of the building, the newly christened Ted 7-
9-355 had found two bookish-looking Asian twins who couldn't wait to
both go out on a date with him that night.  They even suggested
bringing along a cute redhead whose room was across the hall from
their own.  At their insistence, he followed them to their room so he
could make sure she, and maybe *her* roommate, who the twins said was
a nice-looking blonde, were OK with the idea.

*There goes my first REV*, agent 7-9-355 thought.  His graduation
party was going to start early.

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