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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 16 Too Many Hot Asses On Campus In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             If you make one person happy, you save the World. Make a million people happy and you become a politician        "Wait," Vivian waved her hands sideways, "Zane is really sleeping with a bunch of women? I thought that was an exaggeration." "Did I come at a bad time?" Barbie Lynn spoke up. She was holding a suitcase and a carry-on bag. Behind her was Millicent with one suitcase and Raven with a dress bag. I was reminded that Barbie Lynn would be moving back into the dorm as dorm mother in the morning, but she was currently between places and clearly expected to spend the night here, in my room, with me. "Come on in," I offered Barbie Lynn as I crossed over to get her bag. Vivian stepped up and put a hand on my arm to stop me. "Barbie Lynn will not be staying in your room tonight!" Vivian laid down the law. "Vivian, you always ranked higher than me in the club hierarchy and I have a bad knee, but if you have a problem with me, face me, not Zane," Barbie Lynn growled. "Don't worry, Babe," I soothed Barbie, "I'm working on a solution right now." "Zane, slap this skank" (referring to Vivian), Rio snarled. "She put her hand on you so defend yourself all over her punk ass." "Vivian is only doing her job," I addressed Rio. "I'm not going to hold that against her." "Zane, is this another one?" Raven inquired about Vivian's sexual status with me. "No. She's my official guardian, and as soon as I kick her ass, she's going to sleep on one of the main room's sofas for a month," I explained. "No, when I win, I will exclude everyone from this floor except you, me and the dorm mother," Vivian countered. Valerie came bolting into the room with the clothes, Opal, and Cappadocia. "I will go change into shorts outside. Vivian, you change here. Coach, can you referee the match?" I tried to bring some order to the chaos. Vivian ground her teeth but took the clothes and started to strip before I got my own clothes. "Zane, stay on - change in the corner. There are too many freshmen girls out there," Vivian conceded. "You two should decide if you want to stick to Zane's bedroom or cover the entire floor," Dana stated. "I leave that to Vivian," I allowed. Vivian chose the full floor and Dana decided that things would remain cluttered, the students would remain on the floor as obstacles to fight around, believing we were good enough to not smack a civilian. "Good job, Vivian," Dana congratulated her senior student. "Use the terrain to counter his reach advantage. "Any advice for me?" I asked. "Yes. Don't get that pretty face beaten up," she smiled snidely at me. "That will teach Zane to take your side on anything," Rio sneered. "I'm not on your faction's side, Rio," Dana confirmed, "but it doesn't mean Zane and I aren't friends." "I'm fine," I assured Rio. "Tell us when, Coach." Dana looked Vivian and I over. "Go!" she snapped. Vivian caught me off guard by running away but I quickly gave chase. She compounded the situation by scrambling across a pool table in play then kicking at me when I came around the side. She followed up on that advantage with a series of punches that drove me over the back of a chair. Girls were screaming, squealing, and running all around us. She advanced around the chair so I bolted over the closest sofa. Now Vivian pursued. She launched a flying kick over the sofa. I folded under it and was a millisecond faster on the recovery. My punch hit her in the ribs and pushed her back. A flurry of blows rained down on me. I tried to drive her back but Vivian's technique was too close to perfect for me to beat through. Vivian switched up with a series of swift front kicks to buy some room, then started maneuvering again. "She's a righty," Valerie told me. That meant she was right-handed, thus she made most of her attacks and blocks from the right, covering the left instinctively. Since the right was not significantly stronger in most athletes, you could wear down an opponent by concentrating your attacks on the over-extended right, or so the theory went. Even then, it took two minutes to catch her calf with a kick and put her down. She rolled out of my attempted hold but ended up on her ass, back to a chair. "Five-minute break," I offered. Vivian blinked but took the hand I offered to help her stand up. "Drink," I motioned to the juice dispenser. She looked at me funny, then went to get one. "Be careful, Vivian; he's trying to get inside your head, convince you he's not such a bad guy," Dana counseled her female student. "No kind words for me?" I joked. "I already know you are a good guy, Zane. The only reason you cut Vivian some slack was that you would rather have her friendship than the win, which is far more dangerous to Vivian," Dana winked at me. I took a Grapefruit juice while Vivian drank some Gatorade, both with our backs to the sink. I caught her stealing some looks my way. "Next time I'll pin you," she told me while looking away. "We both have to be thinking that or we wouldn't be fighting," I responded. "The difference is that I am right," she said as we made eye to eye contact. "FFU doesn't teach you to be second best," I nodded, which brought a smile to her face. "Thirty seconds," Iona warned us. We picked spots ten feet apart and were ready when Dana gave the word. Since my previous strategy had relied on attrition, Vivian went for a quick, lightning series of attacks. She rebounded off sofas, tables, and chairs as she drove me about the room. At a crucial moment she drove her foot into my thigh above the knee and sent me sprawling into a crowd of observers. As Vivian closed in for the kill, I spilled a startled freshman into her. By the time she disentangled herself from my distraction, I was on my feet. Her glare told me she didn't approve of my move. We crashed together; she leveraged me over and threw me onto a sofa. We grappled and rolled off the sofa and onto the floor. Vivian rammed an elbow into my throat but I wedged a knee under her hips and propelled her over my head. "You've done a good job, Coach Gorman," Valerie lauded Dana on Vivian's performance. "She's either three or four on the team," Dana informed the group. "It is her or Evangeline fighting for third, with Cappadocia and Wilhelmina being second and first." "You have some weird damn names at this school," Valerie commented. "This from an outlaw biker chick with the handle of Valkyrie?" Dana teased. "Of course, I'm also still trying to figure out how a guy who is knocking boots with Barbie Lynn Masters is giving the time of day to Paige here." "Hey!" Paige squawked. "Zane thinks I am very good at sex, I'll have you know." "Trouble," Barbie Lynn moaned. Vivian had faked me out and put a foot into my stomach that sent me cartwheeling. Me, I'd have kicked me in the calves and thighs to weaken me up but Vivian went for a stomp to my diaphragm. I rolled away, then kicked out. This is where my greater reach came into play; Vivian couldn't fall back fast enough and I put my heel into her hip. I was up a hair before Vivian could make a counterstrike. I rolled her thrust under my arm, caught the limb and rolled the two of us onto the ground. She placed a hand underneath her and tried to shake free of me. I locked her arm, twisted, and leaned into her body. "Do you give?" I asked softly. I had her pinned and I doubted anyone here besides Dana could have escaped. "No," she hissed. I could sense people gathering around. "Time for another five-minute break?" I inquired a little louder. Vivian gave one last surge of resistance, then relaxed. "Fine," she grumbled, "five minutes." I rolled off and offered her a hand. Vivian ignored it, choosing to get on all fours, then stand. She was about to walk way when she turned and extended her hand to me. She shook and headed back to the closest bar. "Zane?" at least five different girls asked me at once. I wasn't sure why I'd let Vivian up either. "Dude, if you lose this, I am personally going to use my strap-on on your ass," Rio growled. "I'm going to go home and start researching the most painful applications of acupuncture possible," Paige enlightened us all. "I'll take care of your hurts," Barbie Lynn sympathized. "You are such a slut," growled Rio. "No," Opal interceded. "I think that Brandi, Barbie Lynn and I are going to be taking comfort with Zane when the rest of you bimbos have lost faith in him, leaving him lost and forlorn." "How many of you am I going to have to fight off?" Vivian sounded worried. It was beautiful music to my ears, not to be blamed for once. "There is me," Iona chirped, "and wait until Heaven shows up. Forty-eight hours without her Zane-fix and she's going to look forward to dismembering someone," she added with a pleasant sincerity. Vivian looked to me skeptically. "It is entirely my fault," I confessed with upraised hands, "I should learn to say 'no' from time to time. I keep leading these fine young ladies on." "Do you see why you need to win now?" Dana asked Vivian, who looked uncertain. "You are Zane's only hope of surviving the school year. You are a lifesaver." "Oh, okay; let's get back to it then," Vivian sighed. I rolled my shoulders and followed. The second Dana gave us the nod, we attacked one another. I had hoped to catch Vivian off-guard and clearly Vivian thought the same thing. In close, Vivian had the advantage. She got several blows into my right side and I never fully recovered. Vivian got a foot behind my left leg and tumbled me down as I grabbed her shirt. Her shirt tore, we rolled, first her on top, then me before we broke up. I jabbed, she tumbled back and regained her feet, I backed up and did the same. Vivian tossed her ruined shirt aside and readied herself. Maybe a half dozen people in the room followed the next exchange of blocks and blows, Vivian hammering away at my right while I clipped her left shoulder and stomach. I saw an opening, tried to flip her but she pulled me down and ended up on top. She cocked back her fist to strike with her right while pinning my shoulder with her left. I had a hand poised at her armpit and the other half-raised to block. Vivian realized she was about to clock me in the head hard; my block wouldn't be fast enough. Something passed between us at that moment. I hooked her under the arm, flipped us over, and landed on top. Vivian twisted her arms but I twisted my block into a wrist hold and pinned the other when she attempted to break the hold. For that second, I had her pressed to the ground, our breasts heaving from the exertion. "Okay," she said softly. I immediately let go of her wrists and got off of her in all haste. I offered to help her up and this time she took it without hesitation. We stood there, clasped hands held at her chest level, facing and studying the other's features. The cheering broke out the moment the freshmen student body realized the fight was finally over and that I had somehow come out on top. I tilted my head slightly because I really had to know why she let me win but I never got the words out. "I really don't know," Vivian whispered. My well-wishers pulled us apart and I was getting slapped on the back and kissed. I noted that Dana, Barbie Lynn, Valerie, and Mercy stood around Vivian. Valerie must have seen what really happened and wanted to know why. Mercy had probably been reminded of whose side she theoretically belonged to. Barbie Lynn would be Dorm Mother again, making Vivian her charge, and Dana was her instructor after, which explained everyone's presence. "So, can we have our own little celebration?" Paige requested, her pale eyes burning bright. "I have a church meeting in an hour," I frowned. Rio and Iona were in the room with us but were close to the screen entrance, giving Paige and I some space. "We could sneak something in," Paige winked hopefully. "You are many things to me, Paige, but you are not someone I want to leave after only a quickie," I looked down at Paige as I wrapped my arms around her. She pouted but clearly wasn't too angry with my decision. Outside her odd fascination with me, Paige was a clever, logical girl. "I believe Heaven is going to be all over you this evening," Paige sighed. "Friday is for your Aunt Jill and Saturday is the Block Party, so what are my chances for Thursday or Sunday?" "I was hoping to make Thursday night a sleep-over sort of thing and I'd like it if you were here," I asked. "I really don't want to commit my Sunday until I'm sure Heaven is okay. You have to admit she's had a really lousy week." "I don't have to admit anything, Zane, but I make allowances because you mean well," Paige smiled. "I chose to accept that your loyalty to Heaven is a mirror of the loyalty you show me." "It has nothing to do with bouncy, bouncy, bouncy?" I teased. "No," Paige wiggled tightly against me. "That would be an irrational decision based on memories of deep sexual pleasure and I'd never confess to that." I felt her place a gentle kiss on my chest. I answered with a kiss to the top of her head. "Now scoot," I commanded. "You are far too distracting and I do have to get going." Paige rubbed her body against me as she moved past to the entrance; Iona and Rio came my way as I got dressed. "I should have Mercy tied down, gagged, and blindfolded by the time you get back," Rio grinned. That was her way of asking my permission to use my room without actually asking. "I'll make sure Vivian is set up before you get back," Iona informed me with upbeat energy. "Iona, since I hate Mercy Chaplain, why don't you spend the weekend with me?" I asked. The implication was that Rio would be tearing Mercy up all weekend long. "I'd love to," Iona hugged me. "Sleep in his bed," Rio chuckled. "I plan to," Iona boasted. "Lose your virginity," Rio teased. "No," Iona gave Rio a raspberry. "Zane loves me the way I am." "Are we going to cuddle?" I smiled warmly down at her. "Damn Skippy!" she chirped. "I'll even sleep in the nude because I trust you so much." "Busted!" Rio laughed at me. I groaned, finished getting dressed, and made my own way out. Before I could make my escape from the main area, Vivian flagged me down. "Vivian, I'm going to, I started to say. She lifted up her phone in response. "Your schedule is online," Vivian pointed out. "What I was wondering was why you are still using the fifth floor showers when you have showers in the Solarium now?" "Wow, are you offering to shower with me?" I faux-gasped. "That didn't take you long." "No!!" Vivian glared with some exasperation. "I'm trying to limit your contact with naked women." No one within earshot was rude enough to laugh out loud. "I could say something like 'shower with me and I'll respect your virginity,' but I'll respect your virginity no matter what," I gazed upon Vivian. "I do formally request that you allow me to continue to shower on the fifth floor. I hope you don't disregard my request out of hand." Vivian levelly met my gaze, then nodded. "I'll think about it," she allowed. "Holy Smokes," Brandi whispered from nearby, "he's broken down the wall." Vivian flinched. "No," Opal whispered back, "but she's no longer ready to castrate him in the next fifteen seconds either." That observation made Vivian crack a glimmer of a grin. I took it as my cue to run for it. Rochelle Wellington and University depravity, sort of. Once they got over me 'borrowing' certain gear from some of the male committee rooms, the Festivities Committee fell in line with Rochelle Wellington's agenda. I sat back as normal while they hashed out how best to use the new imagery that I'd provided courtesy of the girls at FFU. At this, my second meeting, I chose to sit behind Sahara Penny, Pastor Bill's wife. I learned she was Lebanese Christian and she'd married William Penny when he was in the US Navy, before he became a priest. There were a ton of things left unsaid about her opinion of his ministry and I got the definite opinion that Bill had left his last post because everyone thought Sahara had an indiscretion with a young male parishioner. My guess was that if a young male parishioner was involved, the cheater was that bastard Bill. As an added insult, Sahara's name wasn't even Sahara; that was the name Bill had listed on their marriage certificate because he found her Lebanese name difficult to pronounce. Her minority background, coupled with her husband, the pastor, letting everyone think she was a cheating whore, made Sahara the pariah of this little community. Because I had absolutely nothing going on in my life, I had to avenge Sahara. Being dumber than a box of rocks certainly didn't hurt my determination. By the end of the session I had managed to accomplish four things. I'd helped Sahara feel better about herself and know she had a friend in me. If you have ever felt alone and isolated in the world you know how good that can feel. I had confused Mrs. Bainbridge as to my actual intentions; she thought I was cozying up to Sahara instead of Rochelle. The committee was mildly impressed that I had both shown back up and had appeared to bust my hump in contributing to their efforts at what their menfolk thought was a joke. Most importantly to me, I had gotten a few covert smiles from Rochelle Wellington for both my help to the other members and to my efforts with Sahara. As wife of the mayor, she wasn't supposed to make waves, which included things like befriending someone the men had designated to be on the 'Shunned' list. I was forgiven for my transgression because I clearly didn't give a fuck about what any of them cared. When the meeting broke up Kendra Bainbridge, Sahara, Rochelle and I were quickly the last ones left. I hovered close to Sahara as we made our way to the door. "Zane, you need to return this equipment to the proper room," Rochelle reminded me. "Sahara, why don't we walk to our cars together?" Kendra suggested sweetly. This was the most I had heard Kendra address Sahara in the short time I had known them. It was clearly also her attempt of a cock-block on Sahara and I, which was a fortunate misread on the situation between myself and the Pastor's wife. "That would be nice, Kendra," Sahara replied. She reached out and stroked my elbow. "Thank you, Zane," she added with a smile. Kendra departed, smug in her victory, leaving Rochelle and I alone. "I'll get this equipment put away and be right back," I told Rochelle. "Could you make sure all the new files are backed up to my account?" "Of course, Zane," she smiled warmly, and set to work. I raced to get things squared away and hurried back. She remained at the table completing her work, coat off, when I moved in behind her. "Are we still friends?" I asked softly as I leaned in next to her ear. "Of course," she turned her head so our gazes were only inches apart. I made to kiss her on the lips; she recoiled so I waited. I wasn't afraid I'd spooked her; she wanted passion and the sense of freedom that came for embracing a choice all her own. The fear drained away and she completed our encounter. She was tentative at first and I mostly let her take the lead for the first two minutes until she became more confident. When the time was right I turned her in the chair and pulled her up by each hand. My hands went to her neck while hers settled on my hips. "We have our boundaries?" Rochelle questioned me. "Absolutely," I confirmed. "Your neck," I kissed her neck, "ear," I kissed her ear, "and cheek are all on my side of the boundaries." I had gotten as far as fondling the breasts last time around but I had time to coax her that way and was in no hurry. "Where are your boundaries?" I inquired of Rochelle as I lowered my hands around her hips. "I definitely think we should keep the boundaries at the waistline," she suggested. "So you want my waistline, but was that up or down?" I smiled. "What?" she blushed. "Do you want to keep your hands above my waist, say to the stomach and chest, or you could go down below the belt?" I teased. "Just kidding," I let her off the hook. Instead, I moved my lips to her face and came to a stop there. "We shouldn't be doing this," Rochelle sighed. "Okay," I was disappointed, "but you will have to tell me to let go of you first." "That isn't fair," she moaned, as she pressed her body against me and rested her forehead on my shoulder. I doubted it helped her resistance when her stomach pressed against my highly aroused cock. "Zane," Rochelle choked out, "I've been a good wife for thirty years. I'm a pillar of the community and a loyal member of this congregation. What am I doing with a man younger than my youngest baby?" "Rochelle, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do, but I'm not going to lie about wanting you." "I don't think you are running away from your husband and family; I think they have moved on without you, despite all you've done to make them a part of your life. If you end up alone three or more times a week, give us a shot; if not, you are doing okay and should stay where you are," I advised. "I don't want to lose you," Rochelle worried. "You are not going to lose me, Rochelle. You are beautiful and that is not going to change; even if you are unattainable and I have to watch you from afar," I soothed her. She seemed to swell up with happiness in my arms. "That isn't fair one bit," she moaned. "Fine. I don't find you attractive; I am going to forget you the moment I walk out this door and I'll never look at you again," I taunted her. "Happy? You are off the hook." "Maybe if you were a better liar," Rochelle looked up at me smiling, "Remember that I am married to a politician." "Oh, then tell me if I'm lying: I want to pick you up, press you onto this table and make love to you until you scream with pleasure," I challenged. "What about our boundaries?" she panted. "I'm trying really, really hard to honor them but you aren't making it easy," I confided in her. Rochelle decided to change tacks. She backed away and leaned against the table, facing me, with her arms supporting her upper body as she reclined. "We shouldn't do this," she told me, but even as she shook her head, she smiled and bit her lower lip provocatively. I pursued her, Rochelle spreading her legs to allow my body to better press down on her. I kissed her fervently several times before she spoke. "Stop," she whispered. "I can't." I began working open the buttons on her blouse. Rochelle rolled her head back so that my lips and tongue played along her throat. "Ah, Zane, you should stop that," she exhaled as she gently held one hand to the back of my head as I kissed her breasts through her bra. "There are three hooks," she added as I started slipping her bra off. She pushed away from the table so I could slip her shirt and bra down. Since I had her off the table temporarily, I elected to unzip her skirt from the side and drop that and her slip to the carpet. She was looking horribly vulnerable being so nearly naked, down to white panties, thigh high white stockings, and black shoes. Sure, she was plump in the middle and her rich, swelling breasts sagged, but they were gorgeous to hold and behold. I more than evened the playing field, stripping completely naked. Rochelle moaned when she saw me exposed and she trembled with lust. I was sure she thought about running away or running at me, but she chose something in between. Rochelle reached forward and tenderly grabbed my cock in one hand. "Oh, my," she gasped. I moved closer, brushed her hair aside and put my hand to the back of her head. I brought her into yet another kiss, this one longer and more passionate than the rest. "I am going to move one step at a time," I told her softly, our faces barely an inch apart, "but I am going to take you tonight." Rochelle's first nod was timid, but they became very enthusiastic. I rested my hands on the lush flesh just below the hips and lifted her halfway onto the table. "I think I'm violating your boundaries," I grinned wickedly. First her eyes flared, she looked surprised, and finally she let her giggle turn into a laugh. She gave my cock a delicious twist. "I think we are way beyond that," she panted happily. I pressed into her, bobbing in for a kiss, withdrawing for her smile, and going in again. It took over a minute for Rochelle eventually to feel comfortable and self-assured enough to kiss me on the neck. I thrust my pelvis into her as a response. That appeared to be what it took for Rochelle's emotional dam to burst. She wrapped her stocking clad calves around each thigh and began kissing my shoulder and chest with hungry little pecks. "Zane," she panted as she yanked on my cock, "I haven't had sexual intercourse in twenty years." My first thought was 'Crap, someone else trying to squeeze my cock off,' but I realized that was unfair, plus she had delivered five children. "Rochelle, can I be crass and crude with you?" I said softly. That clearly wasn't what she expected to hear; still she consented. "Rochelle, I know it has been a long time since you've had sex, and it has probably been very vanilla. Have you ever had sex bent over a table?" I wondered. "No," she blushed. "I've only had sex on a bed, on my back. Isn't that normal?" "Um, okay. I'm going to fuck you, Rochelle; I am going to nail you, make you scream and cry and beat your fists in ecstasy," I threatened her. "How does that make you feel?" "I, she gulped, "that scares me but, nothing was said for several seconds. "Damn it," I hissed, "your body is tormenting me." Rochelle gasped and trembled once more. I dove into her left breast and bit down. She pulsed against me; then I started pressing her down on the table. Removing her panties was remarkably easy after that. I let my cock, still in her hand, rub against her slit. When her labia parted her fluids quickly coated the tip. I moved it up and down while we kissed, and I mean kissed. Rochelle kept stroking my cheek and hairline. I began pulling and teasing her nipples. A moment later I hooked her legs up until she instinctively wrapped around my waist. When I was rubbing my member along her cunt lips we kissed. When I feasted on her nipples she moaned like a slut and arched her back to entice me further. "Put it in me," she begged, overwhelmed with desire, "Put it in me now, please." "Whatever you want," I whispered in her ear. Using both our hands (I got the feeling she wasn't sure what she was doing) I wedged my cockhead in between her labia and pushed. Rochelle was snug, not tight, and certainly wasn't trying to tear the skin off my cock going in. For her part, my partner was going off beneath me chanting 'yes, yes, yes' and rubbing her body against mine. By the way she was sparking against me, I knew she was close to orgasm. "Ugh, ugh, ugh," Rochelle squirmed, "Oh, God! Yes!" she exulted beneath my body. She thrust rhythmically multiple times before gracefully resting against the wooden surface. "Oh, my God," she gasped. "I've never had an orgasm that intense before, or had it happen so fast." "That was all you, Elle," I grinned. "You have built up a great deal of sexual energy over the years and I had better be careful with you or you'll tear me up." "Oh, wait, that is a good thing, isn't it?" she asked from deep within her heaving bosom. "What did I tell you? The bodies of true women are dynamite and need to be handled with care. My main concern is that I can satisfy you," I confided in her. She had no initial words in response, instead relying on an intense stare. "Elle?" she panted. "No one has called me Elle since my father died." "Would you prefer I call you something else?" I replied. "No. It was a surprise, that's all," she told me. I pushed a little farther into Rochelle as she finished speaking. "Oh," she murmured. I let Rochelle's legs fall to the side as I gently coasted in and out of her. I gave her a few minutes of tender sex before pulling out and kneeling between her legs. "What?" she started to mumble before my lips settled onto her cunt and my tongue rolled through her folds. "Oh, wow," she moaned. Her clitoris was already evident so after a few generous strokes of the tongue, I tilted up and encased her clit in my lips and sucked. Rochelle bucked her hips in reaction and started up a deeply passionate groan. To add to life's injustices, I was sure no one had ever gone down on Rochelle's love box before. Despite having already cum once, Rochelle climaxed again inside five minutes. "Oh, God!" was her guttural gasp. Her body jerked, trembled, and stiffened before going still once more. I licked my way up her body, teasing both sides of her belly button, slobbering over her right breast, and ending up driving my tongue into a muscular dance with hers. Kappa Sigma "Umm, is that what I taste like?" she panted, with thankfully a good deal of pleasure. "Now you know one of the reasons I'll be coming back for more," I teased. "One; what is the other one?" she grinned wearily. "No, you don't," I responded with a kiss to her nose. "You don't get to have that kind of fantastic reaction to me then act like it was nothing." "Oh, don't say that," Rochelle scolded me, "I know I'm not very good." "Are you dumping me?" I asked. "No," she exclaimed anxiously, and clutched me with her hands on my upper arms and thighs pressing on my hips. "Why are you acting as if I didn't enjoy myself?" I questioned. "You climaxed twice and guys love that kind of thing. My only problem is that we can't keep giving you the screwing you so richly deserve. If we are missing much longer, they are going to send out search parties." Rochelle continued to hold me tight but had calmed down a lot. It did take me a moment to figure out that I needed to carry the conversation. "How soon can we get together again?" I asked softly, which was precisely what she wanted to hear. "Maybe we shouldn't," she hesitated, but from my experience she was playing with me. "I know I've pushed this, Elle, but you are worth every effort. I see a sensual, mature woman abandoned by some guy who clearly didn't appreciate her finer qualities," I pledged. "Zane, the risks are so great," she worried intently. "We could really suffer over this, affair." "Fine," I sat up, "I'll give you up for your sake but you have to promise to do one thing for me." "What is it?" she hesitantly inquired. "How many young women have been in your husband's office less than five years?" I opened with. "Two," she recalled somewhat confused. "The one with the most seniority; tomorrow I want you to go into her office and tell her you know about her liaisons with your husband, her boss, the Mayor," I advised her. "Don't act angry. Instead, act comfortable with the news and put her at ease. She'll be glad to confide in someone, trust me." "What if she hasn't had an affair and goes to my husband with this accusation?" Rochelle bit her lip in concern. "Rochelle, you have a seriously hot body and incredible sexual energy. Since your husband hasn't been neutered that I'm aware of, he's been getting sex somewhere else. I haven't heard of a thriving sex industry in town so for discretion's sake, he is having sex with women he has power over; namely, employees," I explained. "How did you come up with all of that?" she marveled. "Elle, there is nothing greater in all of God's Creation than women, body and soul. I notice things that most people miss and appreciate qualities most ignore," I enlightened her. "You have a smoking body but if you weren't such a wonderful woman, I wouldn't be here." "Ah, you make me feel ten years younger," she sighed before kissing me on the nipple and chest. "Crap," I bitched. "That means I only have two more encounters with you before you become jail bait." That assessment made her laugh joyously. "I've lost my mind and I don't know why," she breathed in a terribly sexy way, hardly upset at all. "We are leaving now," I declared, "Because you are so sexy right this instant, if I stay, I'm going to hammer you so hard we are going to break this table. I'm not sure how we can explain that." "Does the 'hammer me through the table' line work on younger women?" Rochelle teased. "Do you want me to go grab a younger woman and find out?" I zinged back. "No!" she insisted. "I am sure we are not exclusive but I'm sure I don't want to share you with anyone I don't have to. I think we should get together again but I'll have to contact you." "Use Felicity's phone and have her call Rio," I directed. "She'll get a message to me." "Are you going to, seduce Felicity too?" Rochelle inquired warily. "Nope, that has never been my intention," I answered. I wasn't sure how to explain to Rochelle that the real worry was Rio kidnapping Felicity for a Lost Weekend of Sapphic splendor. A discussion about homosexuality and my acceptance of it wasn't in the cards for tonight. "I want her and Lance to have a shot at happiness," Rochelle said. "I want Felicity to be happy as well," I evaded. If she noticed my failure to mention her youngest son, she was good enough not to press the matter. We kissed before we walked out the door and left; she went home and I headed home to have dinner with Jill. We had hot dogs and green beans; Jill had a hard three days at work and she wasn't a diligent cook to begin with. My Shirt is not my Friend Before heading back to campus I stopped by the Kappa Sigma House. I got some rather comfortable attention from the ladies, which was a bit bizarre when it was tag-team action from two sisters I'm pretty sure are lesbians. I stopped by to see Tawny for a minute to talk to her about the block party I might still have an invitation too. I ended up spending a few minutes of alone time with Leigh (okay, Paris is on her bed pretending to study but it isn't a tiny room). "I know you need to go home soon," Leigh lured me in with a sympathetic voice. I let her come into my arms and while I was aware she was about to shift me I was still taken aback by her enthusiasm. I landed back-first on her bed and she ended up straddling my crotch with her legs folded underneath her. "Let me help you with your shirt," she grinned evilly. I wasn't aware my shirt was in the way or that I wanted it off but what the hell. I started to unbutton my shirt but she slapped my hands away. Instead, she pulled my shirt out of my pants and yanked it up and up until the top was over my head. Once she had it over my face and my arms pinned, she stopped and snickered. "What the, oh, come on, Leigh," I complained. "You like to be tied up, admit it," she teased me. "Is your webcam on?" I countered. "If I say yes will you be even more turned on?" she wiggled on my aroused crotch. "Somebody says you will." Leigh scooted down my body, then placed her tongue on my nipple and blew a cool breath on it. The arousal was agony. Things didn't get better when she set her lips to the other nipple. "That's it, Zane," Leigh moaned, "so fucking big and hard." She was rubbing her breasts and stomach along my rod, making me wish we were naked once more. Leigh was taking sadistic joy in working my nipples over too. It was so good that I was momentarily confused when she took in both of my nipples at once (honest, I don't have man-boobs). I had a second tormentor. "Hey, Paris," I gasped. "Zane, you are so sweet. I am going have to make use of your trellis Friday night because I can't sleep right remembering how you tongued and cocked me over at the party," Paris sighed happily. "Here, let me help you breathe." Paris helped move my shirt from over my chin and lips, which did help me take a deep breath, but in the intake, a nipple and a bit of breast were inserted past my lips. Paris was a 34B but could easily fit a C, and dining on her firm and vibrant flesh was no hardship for me. I figured that I could take two women at one time; I'd done it before. The third presence was perturbing but now both my nipples were covered. It was when a slick cold substance was placed upon my belly that I started to protest. I had the knowledge that there were four women over me when a newcomer initiated some licks, rubbing her flat tongue over me from sternum to belly button. "Oh, wow," she said, it is Ricky Frasier, another sister. "You have to try this." "Sure," yet another god-damn sorority sister chimed in. "Let's cover his cock in it and see how that tastes." That's it! I'm changing my damn aftershave because clearly it is too fucking much for these girls. "Won't the honey get stuck in his pubic hair?" Jersey, my latest jailor, inquired. "No. Zane shaves down there," Leigh chortled. "It makes the blowjobs that much nicer." "Cool," Ricky giggled. "Let's get his pants down and judge how much better he tastes." Screw it; I'm getting Swat on speed-dial, some flash-bang grenades, and a stun gun so I can fight my way out of these situations. All being nice has gotten me is the classification of hors d'oeuvre. "Enough, sisters," Tawny's voice called out before they could get my pants unbuckled. "Zane is our friend; he needs to get back to his dorm before he's missed and I don't think the other chapters will look kindly upon us sampling the prize before the end of the semester awards him to us," she chastised the ladies. "Let him up and say good night." Thankfully, coming from Tawny made that a command and not a mere suggestion. I got a series of 'sorry, Zane' and 'goodnight, Zane' comments as they pulled my shirt down and let me stand up. Ricky waggled a squeeze jar of honey at me suggestively. "Ricky, don't you have a boyfriend?" I noted. "I won't tell him if you won't," she grinned. "Webcam," I thumbed over to Leigh's computer. "Why don't you give him a call right now and tell him you've been experimenting with some tricks for this weekend," I suggested as a way out. She ran up and hugged me, then put her lips to my ear. "We really should keep you here," she whispered. A simple 'thank you' would have sufficed. I managed to make it out of the house escorted by Tawny and trailed by Leigh. As I opened my car door and tried to get in, Leigh cuddled up to me, looking all sweet, honest, and innocent. "Zane, I want you to pound me this weekend like you are laying down posts on a hundred acre farm," she purred. Tawny rolled her eyes in exasperation, Leigh looked hopeful, and I was suddenly contemplating cock-reduction surgery. "I wish I could, Leigh, but Friday I'm embracing Tibetan Buddhism, shaving my head, and moving to Nepal to live a life of celibate monasticism," I informed her. "Zane," Leigh murmured hungrily, "I crawled up your trellis for a night of sex. I'm pretty sure I could scale a thousand foot cliff to rescue you from an unguarded cell if the price of failure was never having you fuck me again." "Your mistake was telling her your plans," Tawny laughed. "I kind of figured that out," I groaned in despair. "Good night, now," I added as I made my getaway. Not Sleeping Alone I had one task to deal with before I climbed the steps to my place. A few freshmen waved goodnight as they left my place and made for their own rooms before curfew. I sat on the floor and gave Brianna Kincaid, the Kappa Sigma at Colorado State, a call. "Zane?" Briana said in a soft disbelieving voice. "Have I caught you at dinner?" I inquired. "If so I'll call you back later." "Sure, yes, no, I mean I'm at dinner but I can talk," Briana worked out. "What's up?" "I hadn't heard from you and I wanted to make sure you were okay with what the other Kappa Sigma houses have been telling me. I wanted to make sure you were okay with developments. My deal was exclusively with you after all," I explained. "I, no, I'm not okay with it," she whispered painfully. "Fine. I'm withdrawing from this contest, Briana. We'll work something out on our own." I sounded a bit pissed off. "You would, wouldn't you?" she mused. "Of course. Don't think I'm being noble and all that, though; you have a dangerous body and a bedroom voice," I dodged. There was a long pause. "Don't do it," she whispered. "Briana, I have a real low opinion of people who abuse another's trust," I told her. "Honestly, Zane, I'm okay with this, now more than ever. Besides, I'm going to win so it doesn't matter," she sighed with pleasure. "I'll be fine if my sisters don't kill me in the next few minutes." "Threaten them with my awesomeness if things get rough," I joked. "I promise you everything will work out," Brianna laughed. "So now that you've made my day, what's next for Zane Braxton?" "I'm going upstairs and going to bed," I replied. "How many and anyone we know?" she chuckled softly, getting over her funk. "Is it impossible to believe that I'm seeking out a good night's sleep alone?" I faux-groaned. "There was this evil internet rumor that, Jarunee says hey," she was interrupted. "The rumor was, you turned down a chance to have a go with a girl." "Technically, I sobbed as I refused the offer," I explained. "I was too exhausted to actually speak." "Cool," she snickered then, "Wait, Adele says you have another video up." "Aren't you ladies eating dinner?" I questioned. "Yes; consider yourself dessert," she teased. I could make out a cluster of women close to the phone and could barely make out (groan) Leigh's and Paris's voices. Fantastic, I was getting bound down and molested on the World Wide Web. I'm such a lucky guy. "Well, umm, at least they didn't drag you out into the woods this time," Briana offered sympathetically. "You are going to let me tie you down and lick you from head to toe; right?" "I'm all yours," I assured Briana. "I also have to go now because I know of at least five ladies waiting on me so I'm still a ways from letting sleep take me." "Take care, Zane, and you rock; night," Briana signed off. I made my way to the door and punched in my code right before two freshmen girls came running down the stairs. "Hey" they grinned as they slipped past. I couldn't stop myself from scanning their retreating forms, which turned out to be somewhat lucky. No sooner had the girls disappeared into the elevator than Mercy appeared with Rio. Mercy was in the lead, dragging Rio behind her. Mind you, Rio was running full out to keep up but Mercy was taller and in better shape. I whistled for their attention. Mercy and Rio pulled up short. "Come here," I motioned to Mercy with a 'come-hither' finger. I was somewhat stunned that Mercy looked back to Rio for permission. Rio couldn't help a burning light coming to her eyes. She pressed Mercy up against the wall, pushed her arms out to the sides then took Mercy's head in her hands and kissed her deeply. "Very good, bitch, now go see what Zane wants," she teased Mercy's lips with her tongue. Mercy flushed a deep red, then came my way. "Mercy," I lectured quietly, "you need to remember that you are supposed to be Rio's guardian and pretend you are keeping her in line." "But what if she tells me to do something else?" Mercy whispered back. I leaned into Mercy until my lips touched her ear. "Now, don't nod," I breathed into her ear, making sure Rio couldn't hear. "If the answer to what I ask is 'yes,' touch my shoulder. Do you understand?" Mercy touched my shoulder. "Do you like Rio owning you?" Another touch affirmed Mercy's desire. "If you want her to stay, you are going to have to be the sane one. That means you are going to have to take extra punishment from her in order to save Rio from herself." She waited long enough for Rio to start getting fidgety before she touched my arm. "If she tosses you aside, I'll work extra hard to get you two back together, I promise. Now go take her upstairs before she explodes," I finished up. Mercy backed up and reached for Rio. Rio snorted, tossed her head with indifference, and allowed Mercy to lead her upstairs. At the top I saw some of my compatriots gathered around the first living area, centered around Dana Gorman. Dana was drinking a beer and in conversation with Valerie and Vivian. Iona and Paige were sitting close but clearly working on different subjects. Finally, I had Raven, Brandi, and Barbie Lynn watching some television. I was sort of curious where Opal was. "Alright, everyone," Vivian called out as she stood. "Everyone out; Zane is back and it is almost 10:00 o'clock." "Can I finish my beer?" Dana nodded my way. "Yes," Vivian and I spoke simultaneously. "Thank you, Vivian, but I believe we should all remember this is Zane's room until you put a ring on his finger," Gorman gave Vivian a snarky smile. "I'm not going to marry him," Vivian declared indignantly. "He's eighteen, childish, and a philanderer." "It is his ability to screw me to unconsciousness as well as willingness to engage in a bi-sexual three-way whenever I want that are his most appealing features to me," Paige stated clinically. "I love the taste and feel of his cum on my tongue," Brandi perked up. "Oh, MY, God!" Vivian turned and gawked at Brandi, who refused to wilt. "I didn't need to know any part of that." "I want to know," Rio giggled. "No, you don't," Mercy tugged on Rio's arm. "I'm taking you to bed now and make sure you behave." "Oh, poo," Rio grumbled, but her eyes were clearly burning with hunger for Mercy who was doing an admirable job of not melting on the spot. "You are going to have Rio sleep in Zane's room?" Vivian spun around and addressed Mercy. "Where is Zane going to sleep?" "I'll sleep between them," Mercy replied. She left hanging out there that I'd be sleeping with her. "That's my cue to go to bed," Barbie Lynn gave a sexy, lopsided leer my way. "No," Vivian sputtered, clearly losing control of the situation. "Coach," Vivian pleaded to Dana. "I'm going to give you some advice, Vivian, not as a faculty member of FFU but as a combatant," Dana spoke clearly. "What is your goal for Zane? Think about it." "I'm to make him live by FFU standards and morals. That includes getting to his classes and sports as well as keeping him chaste and respecting the Purity Pledge," Vivian outlined. Dana preempted the laughter with a sharp glare. "Zane has missed three classes because of the fight he got into defendingtwo of his fellow students and two due to legal complications ordered by the Administration," Dana informed her. "No one is in more sports than Zane. We've all seen him go to his sessions crippled too. How do you plan to improve on what he's already done?" "In this case, that part of the job should be easy," Vivian countered. "And there you are doomed," Dana sighed. "Zane does what he does easily because it is not in his nature to go against the grain. Every chance he gets, he does what we want. That doesn't make him weak, though." "To the contrary, when he sets his mind to something, he drives at it with all his force, and when we get in the way, he fights with a rare desperate intensity and cleverness that many women here have come to admire. Zane didn't defeat the Chancellor and me; Christina Buchanan did. The thing is, it was Zane who convinced Christina to fight." "If you want to beat Zane, you are going about it all wrong; stop the women around him, not him," Dana concluded. "If you try to rein him in, he will slip past you, and a hundred girls will help him get away with it." "What should I do, then?" Vivian was stymied. "You are a good Christian girl; you'll figure something out," Dana winked. I knew what Dana was getting at, and while I didn't believe it would work, it was one of the best bets. A good Christian woman might be able to make me a good Christian man; seeing how Vivian might make that work wouldn't be boring. "I'm heading down to the bathroom," I announced into the confusion. Rapidly, Barbie Lynn, Mercy, and Rio went down at well. "Vivian?" I invited her to join us. "No. I'm not afraid to use the readily available facilities here," she answered snidely. Down in the bathroom Rio finished quickly, then came up behind Mercy, who was still brushing her hair. Rio's hold on sanity slipped away and she grabbed each of Mercy's ass cheeks in her hands, jiggled them up and down and giggled maniacally. "Damn it, damn it, damn it," Rio went off. "I love this ass so much!" "How do you feel about that, Sugah?" Barbie Lynn teased Mercy. Mercy lowered her face until her long hair obscured her expression. Balancing carefully on her hips, Mercy pulled her skirt up to give Rio a better view. Rio looked to me on the verge of crying. "Best, Slut, Ever," she wept tears of madness. "Alright," I chided Rio. "Get your stuff together, both of you, and we can get to bed. At the moment I thought I had the situation restrained, Mercy turned around and started to push past Rio. Rio jumped onto Mercy and slammed their bodies onto the counter, making guttural animalistic noises as she bit and kissed Mercy's shoulders, neck and lips. I scooped Rio by the waist and yanked her away. "No!" she growled. "Mine, damn it, mine!" She didn't claw at my arms but she struggled valiantly to get away. Barbie Lynn stepped up, put Mercy back in some sort of presentable order, and we finally exited the bathroom. By the time we got back to the Solarium, Rio had calmed down (enough) and Vivian gave me only a careful glance. She did signal me for a second of my time so once I had Rio stashed away, I returned to her. "I am still thinking about letting you shower downstairs," she allowed, "but only at the proscribed times. Tell me one thing and please be honest: Do you shower alone?" "No. Usually I shower with about eight to ten other girls," I answered. Vivian studied me intently, looking to see if I was having a joke at her expense. She took a deep breath, looked at the carpet, and finally nodded. "Thank you for your honesty," she told me. "This is how our fight begins, then," I grinned. "I'm not fighting you, Zane," Vivian responded. "Yes, you are," I countered playfully. "You are testing my moral boundaries and looking for a weakness you can exploit to make me feel guilty for how I treat the girls here." "Do you feel bad about the way you treat the female student body?" she inquired. "Nope. I want them to feel happy, safe, and free to express themselves," I replied. "I admire your approach; it shows your inventive and truthful nature at its best." "I'm not going to sleep with you," she smiled. "Nice try." "I hope you don't hold it against me for trying," I shyly responded. "I admit, this afternoon I would definitely have held it against you, but tonight I'll let it slide," she allowed me. "Zane, what do you sleep in?" I assumed she didn't mean 'my bed'. "Nude; I sleep in the nude. What do you sleep in?" I bantered. "Panties and a Dallas Cowboys jersey," she gave me her first wicked grin. "Baby Powder blue, since I'm sure you are going to ask,&

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 15 Chancellor Gets Boned In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             The pursuit of power is pointless unless you know how to use it    The look the Chancellor gave me was filled with hate alright, but it was awash in a desperate sexual hunger too. "You goddamn bastard," she huffed through clenched teeth. My response was to switch finger slamming her, instead rolling her rather large clit between my forefinger and thumb gently. "Gak," she choked out. "You can get on top and ride me," I promised her softly. "You an even tie my hands up with the sash of my robe." "On your back, damn you," Melrose snarled ferociously. As I fell back, she ripped my bathrobe sash off so fast it yanked me off the bed. My ass had no sooner hit the bed again when Bazz pulled my robe open and straddled me. She pulled my arms together and bound my wrists with frightening proficiency. "Not your first time at the rodeo?" I joked. She slapped me across the face; not so hard to break my skin but enough to make me have to rework my jaw to get it set again. "Shut up, Braxton," she gloated over me, "I'm going to treat you like the piece of trash that you are. You are going to regret ever thinking you belonged here." Mel rose up on her knees, maneuvered her hand onto my cock, and aimed it at her cunt lips. "Oh," she gasped as her sex blossomed and let my cockhead in. She slowly began shifting down my cock with ecstatic pleasure written all over her face. "It feels pretty good," I started to say. I was going to finish with 'doesn't it?' but she cut me off. "Shut up!" she seethed. "You exist solely for my pleasure. I don't need to hear your juvenile stumbling at sexual banter." This wasn't the time to start a fight; that would come later. Doctor Bazz kept wiggling her ass down my shaft. She was so lost in her own fulfillment that she almost forgot about me. I grunted when she planted herself down particularly hard as she was humping me. Melrose looked down at me. With one hand she struck snake-like at my throat, squeezing my windpipe shut. "You are just a child," she taunted me wickedly, but then her whole tone changed to a creepy, appreciative voice, "a pretty, pretty child." Okay, I want a psychopath. I want a selfish bitch with no issues beyond insensitivity. I do not want a woman in her forties telling me I'm "a pretty, pretty child." That's just wrong, and that's coming from a guy who screws just about anything that moves. "Is this how you screw those sluts?" she moaned. "Is this how you pack Heaven's tight little ass? Does she scream for you?" Wait; did she call Heaven a 'she'? That's progress! I choked out a non-response. I was getting enough air to breath but not enough vocal freedom to talk, and I had a feeling this was on purpose. "You don't need to answer that," she chuckled eerily. "I've heard reports of their sad little cries as they squirted all over you. You love it when you break their wills to you and this, oh, God, big cock, don't you?" The Chancellor leaned forward, her bra-covered breasts dangling tantalizingly close to my mouth, and rolled her hips so that her clit rubbed against my cock. "You hammer them, hammer them, and hammer them some more until their tight little bodies can't even crawl out of your bed. And you wanted to hammer me with this huge cock of yours; you wanted to make me sweat, make me cry out your name, you wanted to wreck me," she sneered. I reached up with my bound hands and lifted her grip off my throat. "Actually, I'm done. I want you out of my room," I growled back. Melrose's breast heaved and she glared down at me, angry but uncertain. "I was hoping there would be something intriguing about you but seriously, you are just, mediocre. Hell, Heaven is more of a woman than you are and that's kind of pathetic. I wasn't denigrating Heaven, who I cared about, but was using Doctor Bazz's prejudice against the bitch. "How dare you?" she muttered. She hadn't stopped humping me yet. "Get some plastic, a broom handle, I don't care, but get the hell off of me, you evil witch," I insisted. As a counterpoint to that, I began to thrust my cock deeper into her womb. "Ugh, ugh, no," she gasped. "You don't, tell me what, to do." Mel had now positioned her clit so that it received maximum impact with my pelvic bone. I flipped us over; even with her resistance, I was too strong for her. I pushed my bound hands down on her sternum, the fear of sexual frustration written large over her face and burning forth from her eyes. "I want Heaven back," I demanded. "Never," she growled. I began to withdraw my cock from her cunt. She whimpered and tried to hold me to her body by grabbing my shoulders in each hand. "Get off me," I insisted. "Get off of me. If you want some piece of meat between your thighs, go to an over-forties bar and pick up some Momma's Boy who will pop in less than fifteen seconds, then grovel at your feet for an hour like a worm. "It would be better than an immature punk like you," she struggled to insult me and my performance. I took three long strokes inside her, flexing my cock when it was at its deepest, thumping her G-spot each time. I could see tears of pleasure in her eyes. I tried to pull out the fourth time but she hooked her legs behind me and held my shoulders tight. "No," she persisted. "I am going to use you until I'm satisfied." Instead of wrestling with her, I pulled her up so that my hands cupped her ass, her arms remained around my shoulders, letting her kiss me, and her thighs and calves were wrapped around my waist. I bounced her up and down quickly, quickening her passion as each drop onto the fullness of my rod brought her closer to orgasm. "What?" she gasped, "Where are we, " "Outside, so that your security can see us," I explained evilly. "No!" she squeaked. "Heaven," I stated. She shook her head so I took two more steps to the cutback exit in the screens. "No, no," she insisted then as I took the next step. "Fine," she said in defeat, but hating me for it. "You can have her back for the short time she's still here," she seethed. "The Board will support my decision and that will be it for her, and probably the rest of you too." "Don't be bitter, Mel," I teased. "You've been good to me so I'm going to be good to you. How do you want it?" She glared at me so I continued talking as I walked us back to the bed. "You want to be slammed from behind, don't you? It is hard to get those girls you break down to do a convincing job of it, yet you miss being treated like a slut," I verbally prodded her. She'd gone over too fast to face down and ass sticking out for someone who didn't crave it. I gently lowered us down to the bed while keeping eye contact. "Take off your bra, then roll over on your hands and knees right here on the edge of the bed. She was torn; she had hold of me at the moment, but she really wanted to give me my grudge fuck. As she opened her shirt, I dove into her cleavage, kissing and licking. She purred hungrily even as she worked her shirt off and then her bra. While keeping up my torture of her breasts, I hooked her thighs with my hand and hiked up her legs until I had her splayed out, her knees pushed halfway to her breasts. I dove down to her muff and ravaged her clitoris and lips. Doctor Bazz squealed with surprise and pleasure. Right as my vaginal attention got to be too much for her, I yanked her ass over the edge, bent her farther over, and returned to chewing on her nipples. If she was upset that I wasn't immediately fucking her, she was doing a good job of hiding it. The next time I dove on her cunt, I kept my fingers on her engorged nipples, teasing to the point pleasure and pain collided. I tore up her cunt with a total disregard to patience and sensitivity. The Chancellor squealed, squirmed, and thrust against me without inhibition until she growled loud enough to bring any guards, had they been close enough. She hit her second spasm when I rushed one hand down to her twat and began to jackhammer two fingers inside her cunt, unrelentingly driving her eruption from crest to crest. When her eyes rolled back in her head, I released her, but only to move to my next stage. I'd promised her a good hard fucking after all. I took Melrose's hips and repositioned her so that she was face down, her knees on the edge of the bed and her legs dangling over. I knelt between her thighs and began licking her from clit to anus. A few passes into it, I sucked several of my fingers on one hand until they were really slick while working her cunt over with my other hand. I think she was a bit surprised when I pressed my first finger against her anus. As her sphincter gave way, Doctor Bazz finally spoke up. "Don't you dare," she moaned sensually. "Don't do this?" I teased her, as I sunk another half-inch into her rectum. "Oh, God, yes," she groaned like a wanton whore. I wiggled in a little farther; Melrose gasped and shook her big ass in my face. I pulled the finger, she whimpered in need, and I went back to assaulting her cunt with my tongue and teeth. "Put it back," she panted. "If I put it back, I'll have to use two fingers," I informed her. Mel coughed in response. I obliged her quiet acquiescence by teasing her anus once more. "Ugh, bastard," she grunted. It started out angry but transformed to sexual in mid-vocalization. I worked my two fingers in slowly, I didn't want her to scream and I'm basically not a sadist. I also ameliorated the pain by slipping my cock back into her cunt seconds later. I developed a slow rhythm, picking up the pace incrementally until she was really taken aback the moment I bottomed out in her womb, tickled her cervix, and twisted my two fingers 180 degrees in her anus. "Oh, God," she moaned. I began fishing through a list of affections until I found the one that bit - 'Gorgeous'. That word bit into her psyche and I decided to use it. "Oh, fuck, Gorgeous, you are so damn sexy," I whispered to her. Melrose coughed, then growled. I took the moment to lean on her back and cruelly grab a breast and begin to aggressively maul it. "Oh, God, yes!" she exulted heavily. "You are a filthy-minded, little, huge damn delinquent." "And you finally got me to ream you good, didn't you?" I responded. "Play, play all you like," she groaned, "but I know how to break you, now." 'Yes', I thought back, 'but I know you want something too.' About this time I was pretty sure there was no possible way I was getting away with this. I had fucking silk screen walls, for pity's sake. Chancellor Bazz was equally sobbing and cursing into my sheets. One second she was encouraging me to pound her harder, I obliged, and the next second she was telling me how good it felt. I will give her this much; the old bird had a lot of sexual frustration to work out and I was her instrument. Having this game go on and on certainly wasn't going to work so I had to figure out what I could do that I wasn't already doing and what would turn her on. I didn't like my answer. I reached down and took Melrose by the back of her head and pushed her face deeper into the bed. First she moaned louder and then her body started to tremble as she thrust back harder. When the suffocation set in, she struggled to rise but I was too strong and pressing her down with too much force. The Chancellor reached back from her vulnerable position and tried to push me off and remove my hand holding her head down. She became more and more frantic, undoubtedly fuelled by her own sense of rage upon the world and mirroring my own hatred of her as my motivation. Her last explosion of air was a scream into the bed. A fear-fueled orgasm overwhelmed her with her whole body going rigid, then lurching about. Now that I'd gotten her off, I let go of her neck, going so far as to grabbing her shoulder and pull her up for a desperate breath. I withdrew my fingers from her ass and my cock from her flooded cunt. Melrose lay boneless on the bed, dazed and incoherent. I put my fists on either side of her shoulders and leaned over my tormentor and victim. "You damn near killed me, you bastard," she moaned heatedly. "Was the orgasm worth it, knowing this might be the last thing you feel in this life?" I whispered to her. "Don't answer because your body told the story already. As much as you hate me, you loved putting everything on the line like that." "Shut up," she wheezed. "You know nothing, Child." "I know you are lying face-first, mostly naked, on my bed, freshly fucked, covered in sweat, my cock resting on your open, inviting ass with your legs spread wide for me, Doctor Bazz. I know I said that the next time we met I was going to fuck you like I owned you, and I think I've done that." "I am, going to, break, all of your girl, friends," Melrose ground out. "We will see who owns who when this is over, Mr. Braxton," she gasped once she'd finally calmed down and she could take an unlabored breath. As I slowly got off of her, she gave out one last sigh. "Remember your promise, Chancellor," I cautioned her. "I remember all kinds of things," she snapped back. Doctor Bazz resumed a standing position but was polite enough not to kick me when I helped her get her panties back on. "Let's not do this again," I cautioned the Chancellor. "If we do, I'm going to have to tie you up and abuse all three of your holes all weekend long." "The only 'next time' will be my last time using you," she growled. "You didn't let me finish, Mel. Next time, after I've got you warmed up, I'm handing you over to Rio who, trust me, will be a lot less compassionate than I am. Like you, she's got some anger issues to work through," I grinned. "Thank you for putting her back on my radar," she sneered back sweetly. "I'm not too worried, Mel," I replied. "You are a pretty smart woman. You know that with Rio, the pain and risk of permanent harm isn't just play. She'll be looking forward to making you beg for your life." The expectant smile she shot my way chilled the soul. God, can't you give me some not-so-crazy women to deal with? For once, he gave me a reply by way of a sudden insight: try not to solve every problem with my cock and appreciate the sane women who do spend time with me. Doctor Bazz moved past me so I gently stroked her ass. "Done?" she snarled while looking straight ahead. Her anger was betrayed by her hardening nipples. "Yes. And I apologize, Chancellor. I was only thinking about your arms bound behind your back while I pounded your cunt at the same time as Rio slammed you from behind," I said softly. She rotated her gaze to me, lust and hate warring across her countenance. "Every time we are alone together, Melrose," I breathed into the side of her face as I rubbed a hand down from her stomach to her crotch, "I am going to have to check out how wet you are." Her hand flashed down and stopped my progress. "Or would you rather I check you from behind?" I added as I ran a hand down her rump. "Fuck you," she sighed. "Is that an invitation?" I teased. This was killing me inside. "Just remember that next time, you are getting that dildo rammed up your ass." "Damn you," she seethed once more. "I have to go before security suspects something." Like they didn't all know precisely what had been going on? How dumb did she think they were? Without another word she strode out of my bedroom into the main area. "What have you found?" she questioned the guards. Of course they had found nothing damning. They had to be suspicious of all the TVs and computer stations without internet hook-ups but no one mentioned a thing. "This was a colossal waste of time," Melrose said in an exaggerated display. "Let's go." Doctor Bazz led the way down the stairs but stumbled on the first step. The last guard in line smirked at me. "Do you miss Dana much?" I inquired quietly. "And how," she rolled her eyes. "Tonight was a total bust. Anyone with half a brain knew you expected a raid tonight and would have everything stashed somewhere else. All this overtime is good for my paycheck but I'd kill for a good night's sleep." "Oh, you are preaching to the choir, ma'am," I chuckled, "preaching to the choir." I went back to my room and lay down. Sleep did not come easy. I knew that the Science Club's cameras had recorded the events of the past half hour; I just had to figure out what to do with them, besides get Heaven back. Rolling Off the Bottom I had grabbed a shower around 2:00 so I wasn't really surprised that a dozen feet came running up my steps at 6:15. I was barely able to prop myself up in the bed when Rio came storming in. "What's up, dude?" she said as she plopped down. "Planning to forgo cleanliness?" "I showered earlier," I told them. Valerie, Iona, Opal, Brandi and Barbie Lynn all came in and sat around me. Barbie Lynn was the first to clue in that something was off. "What's wrong, Honey?" she asked with concern. "My room was raided last night," I answered. It wasn't the total truth but I wasn't sure how I felt about my actions with the Chancellor the night before, much less how my friends would take it. "Well, you are still here so they didn't find anything, so what is it?" Opal prodded. "Ladies, can I keep this plan to myself?" I requested. "Of course," Iona responded. Sadly, she seemed to be the only one who appeared ready to let the situation lie. "Don't make us get all CSI on your ass," Rio teased. "You know we'll eventually figure it out so you might as well tell us." I studied her for a few seconds. "I ass-raped the Chancellor in order to get Heaven back," I told her in a dead-even tone. It was an empty joy to see that most of them realized too late they really didn't want to know after all. "What did she say?" Barbie Lynn came to my rescue. "Are we getting Heaven back?" "She promised me, and I have reason to believe she'll actually honor it," I replied. "Well, Rio finally kicked in, "How was she?" "Why do you think I took a shower earlier?" I pointed out. "I've never used sex that way and I pray it never happens again." "Don't beat yourself up over this," Brandi consoled me. "You did say that being young means you get to do stupid shit?" I don't recall using those exact words but still, "I think we can agree to not talk about this outside of this room," Opal added. "So do you know of any Thai Sexual Cleansing ritual that will help you get over last night?" Brandi grinned mischievously. I chuckled. "We'd love to help," Barbie Lynn chimed in. "Thank you, ladies," I smiled, "but I think I need to get my head on straight before diving back into the pleasurable side of this school. I need to know if I did the right thing or not." On that cheery note we all began to move toward the stairs and out into the world. In the stairwell Valerie cornered me, put a hand on my chest to impede my progress, and motioned to me that she had something to say. "From the discussion in the Chancellor's office Monday I get the feeling that Heaven is a girl-guy, shemale, what have you; right?" she started off. I nodded. "You clearly like girls but you are real close to Heaven; right?" Val continued. "Yes," I replied. "So you risked something you love, namely, the pleasure you derive from sex, to save her; right?" she prodded. "Yes," I sounded curious. "Then you did the right thing," she concluded. "Zane, I'd kill for the people I love and I imagine you would too. What's death compared to a little rough sex with an evil controlling bitch to get her to release someone as close to you as Heaven appears to be?" "Thanks, Valerie," I grinned. "My heart knows you are right but it is going to take my mind a while to accept that. I guess I'm over-thinking things." "Happens to the best of us," Valerie joked, then punched me in the arm. "Let's catch up with the others before Rio does something stupid, okay, does something more stupid than normal." We were halfway through breakfast when I noted a diminishing of noise from the south entrance of the hall. Being taller than the average female student, I was able to make out the cause of the disturbance. I catapulted out of my seat and raced for the lady at the door; I had the vague impression I wasn't alone. I rushed up within a few feet of Heaven, who had dropped her bags and looked at me with fear and expectation. I didn't want to overwhelm or embarrass her so I pulled up short to make sure the moment was special. I'm an idiot!! Rio slipped past me, grabbed Heaven's cheeks, and planted a deep kiss full of longing on MY GIRL's lips!! "Oh, Babycakes, I've missed you so much," Rio panted passionately to Heaven. "Ah, thanks, Rio," Heaven said, "but if you don't let go of me right now, I'm going to strangle you with your own intestines." Heaven untangled herself from Rio, shot a look my way, then rushed into Christina's arms. Rio smirked at me. The rest of Christina's crew swarmed around Heaven and rejoiced at her return. I took a step back to give them some room. I did note Chancellor Bazz glaring at me from the head table. I looked back to catch sight of Dana Gorman giving me a lopsided grin from the door Heaven had come through, a McDonald's bag in hand. I missed Heaven's arm slipping through her knot of friends and pulling me in. She pressed her body against me and looked up into my eyes. "I want you inside of me so bad," she whispered. Why can't a woman look at me and say "I've missed gazing into your eyes" or something romantic like that? "How about we get Heaven squared away in our room before Assembly?" Christina suggested. "We'll get her bags," Hope volunteered. "I'll come too," I joined in, but Chastity quickly put a hand up. "No, you don't," she smiled. "We'd like Heaven to actually get to Assembly." "There is no Assembly today," Iona pointed out. "Great, I can go straight to Zane's room," Heaven beamed. "I don't think we'll mind the company," Paige announced. I was suddenly left trying to figure out how she'd appeared next to me in this crowd, as well as how my arm ended up around her waist. "Holy Hell, Paige," I hissed. "You are going to give me a heart attack if you keep that up." "It isn't worth it unless you pay the price," she teased me. What the hell did that mean, 'pay the price'? Heaven balled up her fists and I was sure blood was about to be spilled. "Paige, we need to figure out what you are wearing to the party this weekend," Valerie intervened. "Party?" Paige sounded intrigued. Valerie edged Paige away and the situation defused. "Heaven, unpack," I began. "Iona, round up the Coach and get her to our place." "Barbie Lynn, could you and Alice watch over the door to make sure we aren't overwhelmed by non-freshmen?" Alice had been standing on the periphery and was clearly stunned that I was addressing her in this manner, but still rapidly nodded and looked to Barbie Lynn to gauge her perception of the request. Barbie Lynn gave her 'replacement' a smile and motioned Alice away from the group as well. "Alright, everyone," Doctor Larson spoke up, "finish breakfast and then back to your rooms. We are still under twenty-four hours of restricted travel so I do not expect to see any of you again until lunch. Please get about your business. Lastly, I expect some of you will be called before the Board of Directors to give testimony or receive a verdict on your status here; make yourself ready and presentable." "Mr. Braxton," Doctor Topaz Larson fixed me with a deadly eye, "that will require you to remain fully clothed most of the time. Do you understand?" "Of course, Doctor Larson; I'll do my best," I swore. "Sweet! That means I get to run around naked!" Rio exalted. "Ms. Talon, are you taking your anti-psychotic drugs?" Doctor Larson said deadpan. "Nope; I've been slipping them into the Chancellor's tea," Rio grinned all crazy-like. "Do you think anyone has noticed?" "If you want to take credit for the past two weeks, by all means do so," Topaz allowed. "I was looking for a cheap and sleazy way to be despised by everybody, she began, but I headed her off. "She'll stay in clothes and we'll make sure that all her pills are changed to suppositories. I know she won't miss any of those," I taunted my friend. "That may be for the best," Doctor Larson snorted disdainfully, but ruined it with a grin. She turned and strode back to the table. I wasn't sure which one of us the Chancellor hated more; Doctor Larson for keeping order or the rest of us for obeying. "Okay, I'm going to the bathroom. Heaven, can I hope to see you once you are squared away in your room?" I asked as I hugged her once more and headed away. I knew the questions would come soon enough. One aspect of a women's college that guys might not appreciate is that there are only stalls in girl's bathrooms, and since FFU has a grand total of two men's rooms on the entire campus (Administration and Athletics), I was always using a female facility. I was about to finish business, the standing-up kind, when my door rattled as someone tried to get in. "Excuse me?" I inquired. "Let me in," hissed my visitor. Since I clearly knew the voice, I zipped up and unlatched the door. She pushed in and latched the door behind her before pushing me down and straddling my lap. "You did, Heaven kissed me ", something." Kiss, kiss. "Christina says it had to be you who got me back." She went back to kissing me. "You are my girlfriend, Heaven. I don't know what I wouldn't do for you, Babe," I told her. She nestled into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. "You make me feel so alive, Zane," Heaven related in a soft vulnerable tone. "Don't get all romantic on me," I teased her between light kisses on her lips. "I've got a whole bottle of Viagra showing up at noon and I need someone to work all that sexual energy out on,  and, okay, I missed you." She wiggled into a more snug fit in my lap. "Did you miss me more than Barbie Lynn, or Paige?" she teased. "They aren't you," I countered. I ran my right hand between us, worked up her skirt, and began rubbing her package, which was clearly straining against the strap-down. Heaven began moaning, then slowly rolling her body against mine. "Come on," she panted, "let's have a quickie." "Can't happen," I whispered. To prove my dedication to my statement, I ran my left hand around her hip, under her skirt, and to her covered ass. I pressed a finger between her ass cheeks until I pressed against her anus. Now I was massaging her front and back. "Oh, God, you bastard," she sobbed while she rocked back and forth. "We really need to get going, though," I sighed. "Bazz will send someone after us soon enough." "I, Gurr, I owe you, Zane," Heaven groaned. "You stood by me. Damn, you fought Gorman by yourself for me and somehow you got me back. I know I can be a horrible person but you've always looked past that and saw who I could be." "I could continue being a jack-ass and say that I looked past your horrible personality to that luscious ass but I think I'd rather remind you that I chose you to be my lover and no one else," I smiled at Heaven. "Your lover, she murmured happily. "And you are my bitch," she tacked on that bit from our sexual encounter in the Kappa Sigma closet hardly one week back. We still managed to stand up and get the door open before Ms. Marlowe came in quietly. She frowned at us while we grinned at her, cleaned our hands, and walked past her back to the Dining Hall. Restructuring We sat outside in the hall opposite the main Administrative conference room. There weren't a ton of us; the individual class presidents plus Heaven, Rio and myself. Christina and Rhaine shared the Senior Class spot. "Drink run," I volunteered. "Who wants what?" "Zane, if they call for you and you're gone, it will be big trouble," Christina pointed out. "If I stay here one more minute, I'll strip off my clothes, paint myself blue, and streak across campus," I grinned piratically. "Sprite," Heaven spoke up. A series of orders followed and I hurried off. Upon my return, I handed Rhaine (last in line) a Doctor Pepper, which caused her to give me an odd look. "I didn't ask for, she began muttering. "Nah, but I always see you drinking the stuff so I figured you could use one," I told her. "Ah, thank you," she responded with a cautious smile. "If it makes you horny then it was my idea too, Rhaine," Rio leaned forward so Rhaine could see her and smiled. "Is she hormonal, dropped on the head as a child, or what?" Simone Brady asked the group of us. She was the Junior Class President and nominally a Rhaine supporter. She'd asked for and received a Sunkist. "Tie me up in your room and we'll find out," Rio licked her lips at Simone. "Isn't that supposed to be the other way around?" Heaven quizzed Rio. "No; Simone looks like a slow learner and I don't want to scare her off on our first date," Rio leered. "Now you know what I went through," Rhaine explained to Simone, who sniffed in derision. "Hey, I don't know this crazy woman at all but even I can tell she's playing with you two," Hannah Cartwright, Sophomore Class President, rolled her eyes. "How about we all try to remember we are all here to save our school?" Christina interrupted. The conversation had died down to nothing when Rio nudged me. "There's this old guy coming down the hallway and he looks like he knows you," she whispered. I looked up and my heart nearly stopped. I'd fucked up even worse than I thought. "Uncle Josh," I said weakly, as I stood and faced him. "Dude, I thought you said your family was dead," Rio continued. "Technically, that would be true," the old man rumbled, "and you would be Rio Talon. I'm Joshua Coppersmith, old family acquaintance and the Braxton family executor." "The last time I saw you I was being placed on a plane to Thailand," I stated somewhat bitterly. "It was part of your father's will, Zane. He was my boss and the son of a friend so I owed it to him to trust his judgment concerning his only child," Uncle Josh explained. "I recall wanting to stay with you," I reminded him. I recalled crying a river of tears, hoping to stay. I actually knew who Josh was, where Tim and Jill were virtual unknowns. "A normal life is not allowed for everyone," Christina spoke up; "Past battles and all." I hate being beaten with my own words. "That was one of your father's favorite sayings," Uncle Josh said. "I am glad to see you living by it. Thank you, Ms. Buchanan." She nodded politely. "Who is this old geezer again?" Rio interjected. "He was a close personal friend of my grandfather. They turned the company from a tired little mining concern to something a bit more. He mentored my father and they worked side-by-side when granddad died. Now he sort of runs thing until I inherit," I outlined. "That is somewhat correct but not why I'm here. I could hardly miss the past week's activities here at Freedom Fellowship University. As the child of Victor and Jenna Braxton, I owed it to them both to let Zane sink or swim on his own. As the future head of the corporation I work for, I need to make sure he doesn't end up in prison," Josh clarified. "Dude," Rio scoffed, then came to my side, "your boy went to jail last week. Where were you then?" "Ms. Talon, I do not have spies watching his every move. By the time I became aware of the matter, it had been resolved," my pseudo-Uncle responded. "I seriously suggest you get a 'minder' for Zane," Hannah Cartwright weighed in. "He's a real nutjob." That assessment would have angered me more had I not seen everyone nod in agreement. Instead, I went for the redirect. "You've been in contact with Aunt Jill?" As far as I knew, Jill despised every aspect of my Dad's life. "Zane, Jill has never handled more than two hundred dollars her entire life; of course I'm keeping an eye on her, and you," Josh stared at me. "I carefully monitor both yours and her finances." "Seriously?" Christina asked skeptically. "He bought a warehouse full of furniture and that didn't appear to you to be frivolous?" "Frivolous would be renting a private jet and a penthouse for a weekend in Las Vegas. Since Zane can't use eight sofas, I made the educated guess he was buying them to help out his dorm mates," Josh countered. "It is a pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm Rhaine Ritchie, Senior Class President," Rhaine jumped in. "I am curious as to your purpose here. Are you here to take Zane away or are you going to help him stay here?" "President Presumptive," Heaven growled. "That's good to know," Josh nodded, "and I'm here to represent the corporation's interests, in this case, avoiding embarrassment to the company's executive branch." "If you want an embarrassment, you don't need to go any further than Heaven," Rhaine insinuated. "She's my transgender girlfriend and we have rocking sex," I blurted out to preempt Rhaine. Heaven's eyes flew open; Joshua looked totally nonplussed. "Did you buy her in a Manila slum?" Josh asked me dryly. "Ahh, no?" I stammered. "Oh, that's alright, then," Uncle Josh mused. "I mean, once I had to fly a fourteen-year-old Tanzanian princess back to her home and explain to her parents why she and Victor weren't really married." He looked at Heaven, "Besides, she's clearly an adult and we could do far worse with photo opportunities." "His father dated his share of actresses and models before he settled down and I have every reason to believe Zane will be just as much trouble before some woman steals his heart and reins him in," Uncle Joshua related. "Too late," Rio snickered, but I cut her off with a painful elbow to the ribs. "Ow!" "That would be me," Christina stood and declared proudly. Josh looked her over. "Little lady, I hope you have patience, iron resolve, and the will to exert them both in equal measure," he informed her. "I am not sure I want him yet," Christina retorted. "Ah, then you are intelligent as well," Josh smiled. "Please make sure that if you do marry, you don't murder him until you have a child. Otherwise, the inheritance will be a bear. I like Jill but she comes from a family of nitwits," Josh continued. "That won't be a problem," Rio grinned evilly. "Zane's adopted a daughter since coming to FFU." "Iona is not my daughter," I snarled at Rio, "but I could do worse than making her my heir." Instead of being shocked, Josh rolled his shoulders. "I'll get the paperwork to you next week." "Are you sure you want to do that to Ms. Beckett?" Christina asked me. "Who else would be saint enough to deal with Rio if I was gone?" I explained. "Just for that, you get to wear the ball-gag and restraints next time," Rio warned me. "Mr. Coppersmith?" an attendant from the Board meeting asked when she poked her head out of the conference room. Her eyes flitted from me to my 'Uncle', locking on him. He nodded and followed her into the room. "Umm, he looks like my first husband," Rio mused. "I'm sure his wife, children, and grandchildren will take to that without protest," I joked. "Fine; I'll settle for being his mistress," Rio sulked. The Inquisition "Okay, I am missing something," Rhaine spoke up. "What is going on, Zane? Now that you know Heaven is a guy, how can the two of you still be going out together? You are not gay." "Rhaine, I already knew about Heaven before we actually had intercourse, though I admit to being attracted to her before then," I responded. "But, he's a guy. What do you do?" Rhaine wondered out loud with a quizzical look on her face. "Rhaine," Christina chimed in, "what kind of sex do you think Zane has been having with all the women he takes to bed? He's not taking their virginity, after all." "Oh, that's sick!" Simone declared. "Simone, have you ever had anal sex?" Rio grumbled. "God, no, that's gross," Simone said indignantly. "So what was it like when you walked the Dolorosa?" Rio queried. I was pretty stunned Rio even knew what the path that Jesus took to Golgotha was called. "What? I've never been to Israel," Simone answered. "I bet you'd like to go and I'd bet you think you'd like it," Rio grinned. "Yes, I would want to go, and I know it would be spiritual, but this has nothing to do with homosexuality being wrong," Simone struck back. "Listen, you stuck up bitch," Rio kept grinning, "Jesus was a pretty smart Son of God so we would assume if something was really important to him, he'd have brought it up before the Romans gakked him. Seriously, how long does it take to say 'homosexuality is wrong; no more butt-sex'?" Rio beamed vile unpleasantness at Simone. "You are an immoral soul," Rhaine jumped in. "If that is how you want to describe someone who is honest, fearless, and who thinks for themselves, then I guess Rio and I are both immoral souls," I defended my best buddy. "Count me in," Christina raised her hand. "Me, too," Hannah and Heaven joined in our little heresy. "Hannah, how can you go down the same way they are?" Rhaine complained. "Heaven is gay and Christina has lied for her since the beginning; Rio is a criminal; and Zane is, a boy." "Listen, Rhaine, I don't claim to understand what is going on with Heaven and Zane but I figure if God is pissed, he'll let them know," Hannah stated. "In the past two weeks, short of dodging you and your enforcers, I haven't known Rio to do anything wrong. She's served her time so we should forgive her and give her a chance. St Paul started out persecuting early Christians before he saw the light. What would have happened if Jesus hadn't given him a second chance?" Hannah sighed. "How could I do less?" "And Zane, face it, he's eye-candy, and I've got a list of ten different things I want to do with him when my time to have him for Handmaiden's Duty comes up," she finished with a grin. "Just once I'd like to have a girl here tell me I'm smart, or funny, or that I have a nice personality," I griped. "But No, it is always 'he's got a fifteen inch cock as thick as his forearm; he can screw for two hours straight; or that I have a prehensile tongue that can tickle the ovaries and bring a girl to multiple orgasms." Simone and Hannah's eyes grew larger as my gross exaggerations persisted. "It's not fifteen inches long," countered Rhaine decisively. Simone missed it. "How do you know how big it is?" Hannah clearly didn't. "I, Rhaine choked. "I was coming out of the shower when Rhaine, Joy Jefferson, and Mercy Chaplain intercepted me. My towel accidently fell off and she got a brief view," I volunteered. Rhaine's look of surprise became one of veiled thanks. "Because it wasn't like Rhaine wanted that massive piece of meat rubbing between her legs until she cried out in ecstasy or anything like that," Rio teased. "That's enough," I cautioned Rio, and put an arm around her waist to pull her in. That calmed things down until we were all called into the meeting. Uncle Josh was sitting against the near wall. Against the North wall sat Ms. Lane and a dark-haired fortyish woman with reading glasses I didn't recognize. They both were taking notes. On the South Wall sat a different woman, early thirties with short black hair and what I could best describe as a casual lethality. Both new women looked over us newcomers but lingered on Christina, Heaven, and myself. Looking at the eight men on the Board of Directors was rather anticlimactic comparatively. "Ms. Ritchie and Buchanan, we have decided to uphold Chancellor Bazz's decision to annul the last election of Senior Class President. The matter will be decided during Freshman elections in October. We find both of your behavior to date this semester to be deplorable and a sad example to your fellow seniors. Do you have any comments? Ms. Buchanan?" "Directors, what do we do if the Chancellor once again annuls the elections?" Christina asked. "You appeal the action to the new Vice-Chancellor, Doctor Victoria Scarlett," the head of the board directed our attention to the woman sitting with Ms. Lane. As if my life wasn't hell already. "Oh, you would so do her," Rio whispered to me with her insane grin. I was so busy praying that no one heard her that I missed Simone being read the riot act next. She'd be facing re-election in a few weeks too, a fact she was distinctly upset by. Hannah was given the same news but her reaction was to flick her hair over one shoulder and give a bored sigh. "What was that, Ms. Cartwright?" the Head Director grilled her. "Reverence, Purity, Integrity, this is what our school supposedly stands for," Hannah faced the man down. "I can vote and fight for my country but you are treating us like children, Sir. The Chancellor was wrong and we fought back against her tyranny because that was the only choice our Christian moral code left us." "It is hardly Christian to physically attack your fellow students, Ms. Cartwright," he shot back. "I didn't tell any of my class to attack anyone but I admit that I punched two girls who I knew attacked other students," she admitted. "I figured it was time for a little Old Testament 'Wrath of the Israelites' kind of thing." "Your intransience is not encouraging," a different man on the board stated. "I apologize, Sir. I was hoping my love of justice would not be misunderstood," she sighed. "Hannah, I'm voting for you as my class president," Rio leaned forward and addressed Hannah. "You can't, Rio; you are a freshman and I'm a sophomore," Hannah grinned back at her. As far as I could tell, this was the most either had ever said to the other. "Obviously you've never heard of gerrymandering and ballot box stuffing," Rio snickered. "This is neither the time to joke nor a subject to joke about, Ms. Talon," the Chairman said crossly. "Sorry, Sir," Rio beamed. "I wasn't trying to be frivolous; elections are a good thing. I'm all for seeing more of the girls here, to see them get excited and come together for their mutual enjoyment, I swear I do." While that seemed to satisfy the Board, Hannah had to look down at her lap and Heaven developed a sudden coughing fit. "Um, um, Vickers, umm, you represent quite a quandary. We suspect you lied on your application to this school three years ago and you absolutely understood you would not have been admitted if you had been honest with us," the Chairman of the Board declared. Heaven shivered so I took one of her hands while Christina took the other. Our motions were noted but I doubt the three of us cared. "Now, Vickers, we could deal with this matter if you would submit to a medical examination," he continued. "Why?" Christina replied. "Is every other applicant to this school required to do the same?" "No other student has their gender called into question," a third board member informed us. "She is not going to go along with this blatantly discriminatory policy," Christina retorted. "If I may," Doctor Scarlett raised her hand. After a moment the Chairman nodded. "Mr. Braxton, as a man and someone with a confessed familiarity with Heaven Vickers, would you assert that said person is a woman?" "She's more than woman enough for me," I quickly answered. "Since it is clear that I have the lowest moral threshold in this room, it isn't going to make anyone think less of me if I attest that I've seen Heaven naked and she's got all the girlie parts I like," Rio threw her soul into the struggle. Heaven virtually froze up at that declaration. "Are, are you saying that you've seen Umm, Vickers naked?" the second director stuttered. "Dude," Rio scoffed, "we have communal showers here. Seeing a girl naked is hardly a rare occurrence. Since you seem like a kindred kinky soul, I'll let you know that I've seen Heaven under the sheets and I can give that body my pseudo-lesbian seal of approval." "Have you had homosexual relations?" the Chairman gasped. "With Heaven, definitely not," Rio swore with an upraised hand. "As for anyone else, what does it matter?" she joked. "You already think I'm a whore." "You should watch your language," the third director warned Rio. I put my hand on her stomach to hold her back from saying something that would only make it worse for her. "To the bitter end," she winked at me. "To the bitter end," I smirked back. She was taking one for the team; drawing off the discussion about Heaven by shocking the Board. Unfortunately, I wasn't alone in seeing that. "Mr. Chairman," Doctor Scarlett addressed the Head of the Board, "perhaps we could return to the agenda if you want to stay on schedule." "Very well," the man allowed. "Umm, Vickers, this matter isn't over but since we do not have conclusive proof about your gender, your application will remain under review." "Thank you," Heaven replied softly. "Don't thank us," the man spat. "Your deviancy will reveal itself soon enough. Evil can never hide from God's Truth." "God is with us," I glowered back. I wasn't winning any friends on the far side of the table. "Your time is coming, Mr. Braxton," the Chairman retorted. "Ms. Talon, we find it miraculous that you haven't racked up more infractions in your short time here. Now, your parents and this board agreed, upon your admittance, that you would live with the strictest discipline and you've attempted every trick in the book to circumvent those intentions." "They did this to me on purpose," Rio moaned over the revelation of her parents' role in events. They'd given the Chancellor and Dana Gorman carte blanche in dealing with Rio. "Nothing has changed," I whispered to Rio. She turned and looked at me with tear-brimmed eyes. She nodded once in understanding. "A special guardian will be assigned to see to your physical and spiritual security," he continued. "Who?" Rio questioned quietly. "Administration will decide on who is most appropriate," he responded snidely. "Now for Mr. Braxton." "I would like to say how much we appreciate you ladies and gentlemen taking time out of your busy schedules to deal with matters here today," I interrupted. I earned several glares for my effort. "Mr. Braxton, you are an unfortunate aberration that should never have been allowed to happen. All disruptions that have happened in the past few weeks can be laid at your feet," he opened with. I raised my hand. The man opened his mouth to continue but seemed annoyed with my gesture. "Yes, Mr. Braxton?" "Sir, how did you come to this conclusion? I'm one guy, and a freshman at that," I countered. "You are the man, of course," the Chairman snorted. "It is only natural that the women of this campus would follow your masculine authority no matter how unfounded and perverse." Wait, did he just call every woman in this room mindless sheep? "Still, we are caught in the same quandary that left you here in the first place. Since we have already isolated you in a Solarium, you will also be assigned a guardian," he grumbled. "Oh, okay," I shrugged. "What happens to Dana Gorman?" "Ms. Gorman has been terminated," he shrugged back. "But it wasn't her fault. I'm no fan; she did knock me out during a practice session once after all," I pointed out. "She is good for this school, though." "We have a new Head of Security and the Athletics Department is being suspended for the rest of the semester," the Chairman informed us. "That would be the neo-fascist in black at the end of the table," I directed my attention to the lone woman on the south end of the table. "Ending our sports programs would be a serious mistake for the morale of the school. Ms. Gorman has done a bang-up job and it would show real concern for the students at this school if you would keep her on as Athletics Dean." "Ask around to any of the hundreds of students who participate; ask Rhaine, she's worked closely with the Coach before," I begged. I had no idea which way Rhaine would jump but she was the only trump I had to play. The big guy didn't seem inclined to listen to Rhaine but that didn't stop her. "Coach Gorman gives every girl an active outlet for our energy," Rhaine volunteered. "She also allowed the reliable elements of the student body to aid with security. It was a shame that Zane's masculinity unbalanced the school populace; the student body does not blame her for what Zane and Christina did." "She should hardly be rewarded for such a catastrophic loss of control," the second director stated. "Reinstating Coach Gorman as Athletics Dean would save us the need for creating new creative programs to provide for the physical well-being of the girls," Doctor Scarlett suggested. "This is a matter for the Board to discuss," the Chairman announced. "You students are released to return to your dorms. Thank you for your attendance. Mr. Braxton and Ms. Talon, you will be assigned your guardians before you arrive at breakfast tomorrow." We took that as our clue to leave. We made it out of the room and almost out of the building. "A moment, Mr. Braxton, Ms. Buchanan," the short-haired woman called out. I turned and met her while the rest of the group slowed down behind me as we started to exit the building. "I'm Gabrielle Black, your new Head of Campus Security. I thought it was important to meet you before classes formally resume." She stepped up and shook Christina's and my hand while we studied her. "You may call me Zane," I offered. "I hope this means we are getting off on the right foot despite that whole neo-fascist thing." "I don't see any panty lines 'Gestapo' Black," Rio interjected herself. "Have you gone commando today?" "I usually make someone earn the right to find out, Ms. Talon," she gave Rio a shark-like grin. "I really don't see how that is relevant and I really don't want to know," Hannah spoke up. "Come on, Zane," Rio persisted, "give it a shot." "Hannah doesn't want to go there so why don't we say good-bye to the nice lady and go," I responded. "What exactly is Ms. Talon asking for?" Ms. Black inquired. "Apparently Zane has a thing for figuring out women and woman's lingerie," Christina said with a degree of caution. "I hope Ms. Cartwright will forgive me but I'd like to test this little trick," Gabrielle requested. "If Hannah doesn't mind," I asked the sophomore class President (sort of). She nodded so I looked to Gabrielle. "Give me a second," I requested. "What's wrong, Zane?" Rio wondered when I didn't immediately start reeling off the facts. "She's good at lying," I informed the group, "but, " "But?" Gabrielle smirked. "Lycra, form-fitting, probably a custom job, dull black, and I guess, with some sort of synthetic weave," I stumbled along. "I've never seen anything precisely like it." "I have," Simone muttered. "A woman in the Presidential Detail for the Secret Service talked about having o

Today, Thursday, May 22nd on Urban Forum Northwest:Anthony Long, Executive Associate & Board Relations Manager, Seattle's Museum of History & Industry (MOHAI) Veltry Johnson and Vivian Phillips worked with the late Lee Carter at KYAC radio decades ago. They comment about the late newscaster.Former Washington State Representative Attorney Jesse Wineberry Sr., Co Founder, Washington Equity Now Alliance (WENA) comments on Governor Bob Ferguson signing legislation funding the Washington State Reparations Study. Gauri Gupta is leading Washington State Department of Health's statewide campaigns for 988-the Suicide and Mental Health Lifeline.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Remembering the late Lee Carter Today, Thursday, May 22nd on Urban Forum Northwest: Anthony Long, Executive Associate & Board Relations Manager, Seattle's Museum of History & Industry (MOHAI) Veltry Johnson and Vivian Phillips worked with the late Lee Carter at KYAC radio decades ago. They comment about the late newscaster. Former Washington State Representative Attorney Jesse Wineberry Sr., Co Founder, Washington Equity Now Alliance (WENA) comments on Governor Bob Ferguson signing legislation funding the Washington State Reparations Study. Gauri Gupta is leading Washington State Department of Health's statewide campaigns for 988-the Suicide and Mental Health Lifeline.

Vivian Phillips, a transformational leader and spiritual strategist. Here to discuss a vital shift in entrepreneurship: moving from a profit-driven to a purpose-driven mindset. Vivian shares her personal journey, explaining that her path was more a manifestation of destiny than a strategic plan. Throughout the episode, she highlights the societal conditioning that pushes people towards profit and how true fulfillment comes from aligning business and life with deeper purpose and spiritual calling.Vivian dives into why entrepreneurs often lose sight of their original passion and how they can reconnect with it. She offers actionable advice, such as taking purpose activation surveys, embracing pivots, and seeking spiritual alignment rather than chasing external validation. Together, they unpack the importance of redefining success beyond money, fostering personal transformation, and creating a legacy grounded in meaningful impact.CHAPTERS02:28 - Stepping Into Destiny04:20 - Why Society Conditions Us Toward Profit06:25 - Awakening the Shift: Capitalism, Religion, and Purpose08:08 - Finding Your Path Through the Purpose Activation Survey10:07 - The Spiritual Dimension of True Purpose12:11 - From Inner-City Roots to Spiritual Strategist13:27 - Facing the Fear of Pivoting Your Life Path15:07 - Spiritual Coaching: The New Frontier for EntrepreneursGUEST DETAILSIG - ms_vivianphillipsWebsite - https://www.msvivianphillips.com/Connect with Rudy Mawer:LinkedInInstagramFacebookTwitter

steamystorytime:  A Biker Chick Becomes An FFU Student (part 13.5) By FinalStand. Listen to the complete episode, at Steamy Stories. “That is Vivian Phillips,” Iona announced my visitor. I had no doubt she had a dozen useful facts on my latest guest too.For her part, Vivian looked almost overwhelmed with the ‘improvements' I'd made to the place.“Mr. Braxton,” Vivian said to me as she came to a stop before my sofa. I stood up and offered my hand. Rio stood and regarded Mercy. I guess I had to be happy they didn't fall over the sofa in a fit of sexual wrestling. Keep reading

Dr. Quinton Morris is a violinist, a fully tenured professor music at Seattle University, a radio host, arts advocate and mentor to young people who might not get the opportunity to study classical music. Morris didn't set out the become a performing artist, but when he got to college, he reinvented his future. Now, Morris wears more hats than most people, and works tirelessly for both artists and the arts. Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman sat down with Quinton Morris to learn about his backstory, and about his vision for the future. 

Nia-Amina Minor was little more than a toddler when she started entertaining her family with little dances she'd create and perform in their living room. After training at the Debbie Allen Dance Academy in Los Angeles, Minor thought she's leave dance behind when she entered Stanford University. Instead, Minor pursued a graduate degree in dance, moved to Seattle to join Spectrum Dance Theatre, and has evolved into one of the city's most versatile teachers, dancemakers and visionary artists. She shares her story, and her dreams of building a thriving West Coast artistic community, with co-hosts Marcie Sillman and Vivian Phillips.

When barry johnson was a kid in Kansas, he knew he wanted to be an artist, but he didn't see people that looked like him creating paintings or sculptures.. johnson moved to Seattle after college for a job in the regional tech industry. Every day on the bus to work, he'd pull out his sketch book, pull out his headphones and draw. Now this self-taught artist is one of the biggest names in Seattle's creative community.  For johnson, making art is as much about telling the stories of his community as it is self-expression. And the artist plans to keep it that way as he tells co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman.

When Preston Singletary was growing up in Seattle in the 1970's and '80's, he dreamed of being a professional musicians. But when he went over to hang out with his buddy after school. Singletary's life took a different path. His friend, Dante Marioni's dad Paul was part pf Seattle's thriving art glass movement, and young Preston found himself drawn to the art form.  More than 40 years later, Singletary has become one of the world's most famous glass artists, pioneering techniques that allow him to replicate Northwest Indigenous designs, and to transmit the stories of his Tlingit ancestors.  Co-hosts Marcie Sillman and Vivian Phillips paid a visit to Singletary's studio, located in the middle of the Seattle campus of the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center to talk about craft and legacy and the importance of cultural stories.

When Nataki Garrett became the artistic director of Oregon Shakespeare Festival, the future looked bright. That was 2019. Garrett's tenure was marred by COVID 19, and wildfires that forced the shutdown of OSF's large outdoor theater. OSF, like most nonprofit arts organizations, suffered from revenue losses that challenged Garrett and her colleagues. Unfortunately, the pressures finally pushed Garrett to resign her post. Co-hosts Marcie Sillman and Vivian Phillips talked with Garrett about what happened to her in Ashland, and whether she has hope for the future of American theater.

Justin Huertas has had quite a year: his first musical theater piece, Lizard Boy, had an off-Broadway run. His latest work, Lydia and the Troll, debuted to critical and audience acclaim at Seattle Repertory Theatre. And Huertas shepherded another musical onto the Kennedy Center stage: The Mortification of Fovea Munson. Huertas' shows are lively and fun, but they are steeped in his passion to showcase the stories of people who aren't typically featured onstage or on screen, stories he didn't get to see when he was growing up. He's creating fantasties and legends for the global majority. Despite his artistic success, and his dream of bringing more original shows to New York, Huertas is still devoted to the Seattle area, where he grew up.  He spoke to co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman about the joy--and pride--he takes in his work.

When Megan Griffiths finished film school she didn't head to New York or Los Angeles. Griffiths decided to make movies in Seattle after falling in love with the city's music scene in the early 1990's. Griffiths has built a career making both independent feature films in Washington State and directing bigger budget television shows in Hollywood but her heart belongs to Seattle.  The filmmaker, sidelined by the Writer's Guild of America strike, took some time to talk about her movies and Seattle's film community, with co-hosts Marcie Sillman and Vivian Phillips.

Ever since he was a  young boy, Keith Beauchamp has been driven to make a feature film based on the story of Emmett Till. In 2022, Beauchamp finally realized his vision, creating one of the most critically acclaimed films of the year. But Emmett Till's life is only one story this filmmaker was to bring to the big screen, Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman dive into what motivates Keith Beauchamp, and why he believes this work is also his life's calling.

Marc Bamuthi Joseph has been involved in the creative sphere ever since he was a boy in Queens. The son of Haitian immigrants, Joseph knew he had an ancestral debt to pay, and he didn't intend to squander his opportunity. A dancer, a spoken-word poet, a playwright and leader of social impact for the Kennedy Center, as well as a Global TED Fellow, Joseph recognizes arts potential to touch and change lives. "I just don't trust art that doesn't bleed, or sweat or cry," he says.  In this episode, Marc Bamuthi Joseph talks to co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman about how his family helped pave the way for his current path, and what he hopes his audiences will take away from his work.

In late 2022, Seattle Art Museum welcomed audiences into its newly-reimagined American Art galleries. SAM, like many cultural institutions, has been revamping not only how it selects and presents art to the public; it is reassessing who the "public" really is, and how to create a curatorial process that welcomes in community members who haven't had access to big museums like it. On March 1, 2023, co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman moderated a panel that included Seattle Art Museum American art curator Theresa Papanikolas; writer and advocate Mayumi Tsutakawa; and Inye Wokoma, artist, writer, curator and co-founder of Wa Na Wari. We recorded this wide-ranging conversation in front of a live audience.

We wrap our second season with this live recording from WaNaWari, a cultural space in the heart of Seattle's Central District. Once upon a time, artist and WaNaWari co-founder Inye Wokoma's family lived in this house. In 2019, Wokoma and three collaborators transformed the building into art galleries. But WaNaWari is more than a destination; it houses a free food program, a community oral history project, and an on-going effort to document how Seattle's land use policies have affected the neighborhood's historically Black population. Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman wrapped a season-long exploration of the ties between culture and community with these interviews, taped in front of a live audience on December 14, 2022.

Kristina Clark spent years dreaming about making a space for Black literature, community and healing. This year she finally took the leap and opened the Loving Room in Seattle's Central District.  The Loving Room is a business, but Clark says beyond that, it's a place for the Black community to gather together, to feel at home. She's proud that her new business is part of a wider movement by Black entrepreneurs to reclaim and re-establish a strong community-led business and cultural district. Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman talked to Clark about how she transformed her dream into reality, and what it will take to keep it alive.

Most Seattleites know Donna Moodie as the owner of the beloved restaurant Marjorie, named for her mother. But during the pandemic, Moodie decided her restaurant could operate without her full-time presence. Now she's heading up Community Roots Housing, advocating for affordable--and dignified--housing for everyone.  Moodie believes deeply in building community, whether that means in bricks and mortar developments, or over a dinner table.  Join co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman for a conversation with Donna Moodie that's sure to light up your day.

When the Viaduct--Seattle's aging elevated waterfront highway--came down three years ago, it ushered in a intense, five-year redevelopment project on the shores of Elliott Bay, the ancestral home of the Coast Salish people and the historic launching pad for present-day Seattle. In addition to a new passenger ferry terminal, a tree-lined boulevard with bicycle lanes, and pedestrian walkways from downtown Seattle to the waterfront, the redevelopment includes a 20-acre park and more than a dozen public artworks.  Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman invited an audience to join them at Pier 62, the heart of the new park, for a series of conversations about the waterfront's history, its cultural future, and how the new project could reshape Seattle's identity.

More than 50 years ago, in the aftermath of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s assassination, New York City Ballet dancer Arthur Mitchell found himself wondering how he, an artist, could help foster social and racial equity.  His answer, with Karel Shook, was to found Dance Theater of Harlem, originally a school program based in Mitchell's home neighborhood. Not long after, Mitchell and Shook expanded their vision to create a touring ballet company that could show the world that the classical art form wasn't just for white Europeans.  Virginia Johnson was part of the original company; now Johnson is in her final season as DTH's artistic director. She talks with co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman about DTH and the power of art to change the world.

For years Seattle residents and visitors have had a hard time getting from the downtown streets to the city's waterfront.  In November, 2019, one of the biggest impediments to access, the double decker elevated Viaduct highway, came down, making way for a new surface street, pedestrian and bicycle trails, a 20-acre park, and a slew of new public artworks. Seattle was one of the first cities in the country to implement a law that requires one percent of public works projects to fund art to be locate at the project. In the case of the waterfront redevelopment, that money will pay for everything from art installations focused on the sea itself, to works that highlight the history and culture of the Indigenous people who have called the area home for many centuries. Ruri Yampolsky is in charge of stewarding the creation and installation of these public artworks. She talks with Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman about what we'll see when the dust finally settles at one of the biggest redevelopment sites in Seattle history.

Can the choices you make on a daily basis transform society? Sociologist and Princeton professor Dr. Ruha Benjamin thinks so, and has the research to support the idea. Dr. Benjamin's groundbreaking research on race, technology, and justice spanned years and focused primarily on larger, structural changes. But the scourges of COVID-19 and anti-Black police violence inspired Dr. Benjamin to rethink the importance of small, individual actions. Her new book Viral Justice offers a sweeping, deeply personal exploration of how we can shape our world through the choices we make on a daily basis. Part memoir, part manifesto, Dr. Benjamin vividly recounts her personal experiences and those of her family, showing how decisions that might otherwise go unnoticed can have great impact — even on an exponential scale. Through stories about her father's premature death, her brother's experience with the criminal justice system, and her own challenges as a young mother navigating an inequitable healthcare system, Dr. Benjamin shines a light on both the devastating impacts of chronic racism and the passions and strengths of communities driven to demand justice. Born of a stubborn hopefulness, Viral Justice offers a powerful and practical vision of how small changes can add up to large ones, transforming people's relationships and communities while inspiring them to build a more just and joyful world. Ruha Benjamin is an internationally recognized writer, speaker, and professor of African American Studies at Princeton University, where she is the founding director of the Ida B. Wells Just Data Lab. She is the award-winning author of Race After Technology: Abolitionist Tools for the New Jim Code and editor of Captivating Technology, among many other publications. Her work has been featured widely in the media, including the New York Times, the Washington Post, CNN, The Root, and The Guardian. Vivian Phillips, Founder and President of the non-profit organization ARTE NOIR, is a communications professional and arts leader. Vivian's professional history includes service as the Director of Communications for a Seattle Mayor, Director of Marketing and Communications for Seattle Theatre Group, Seattle University Adjunct Professor (MFA Arts Leadership), television, radio, and live performance producing, public speaking, and numerous arts and strategic communications projects. She served as the Chair for both the Seattle Arts Commission and 4Culture, and co-founded The Hansberry Project and the Historic Central Area Arts and Cultural District. Jazmyn Scott, ARTE NOIR Executive Director, comes to Arte Noir as a long-time advisor and community organizer. For the past six years, she led programming and community partnerships for LANGSTON Seattle, where she was the organization's first employee. Her leadership at LANGSTON catalyzed the development of new programs that engaged a wide range of local and national performing artists. Jazmyn is also the co-curator of 50 NEXT: Seattle Hip-Hop Worldwide interactive experience, which includes music from Seattle and Northwest Hip-Hop artists displayed at the Museum of History and Industry. Jazmyn's community connections are extensive, and she currently serves as board vice president for Earshot Jazz and The Residency and sits on several community arts advisory boards. Viral Justice: How We Grow the World We Want (Hardcover) Third Place Books

Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman start their exploration of how culture fits into the massive redevelopment of Seattle's downtown waterfront at Pier 62. It's the first finished section of what will be a 20-acre park where a double decker highway once stood. Overseeing the park's development is the nonprofit group Friends of Waterfront Seattle. Chief Operating Officer Eldon Tam explains the vision for this new park and how the community is helping to shape it.

Paige Browning talks with Arte Noir founder Vivian Phillips and executive director Jazmyn Scott.

When Josh Grant and his husband Chris Montoya were looking for places to open a new Seattle dance academy, they didn't necessarily target South Park. The neighborhood is far off the beaten track when it comes to the city's traditional cultural institutions. But that's exactly what attracted the couple. For Montoya, finding South Park was like re-entering his native Phoenix--with everything from Mexican restaurants to his beloved swap meets. Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman talk with Montoya and Grant about their new school, the neighborhood, and what it means to find "home."

 A Biker Chick Becomes An FFU Student (part 13.5)By FinalStand. Listen to the complete episode, at Steamy Stories.“That is Vivian Phillips,” Iona announced my visitor. I had no doubt she had a dozen useful facts on my latest guest too.For her part, Vivian looked almost overwhelmed with the ‘improvements’ I’d made to the place.“Mr. Braxton,” Vivian said to me as she came to a stop before my sofa. I stood up and offered my hand. Rio stood and regarded Mercy. I guess I had to be happy they didn’t fall over the sofa in a fit of sexual wrestling.“So, Vivian, how do you want to handle this?” I inquired.“You will stay in your room until I pick you up and you will stay in each class until I take you to your next class or activity,” she strictly informed me.“We’ll see how that works out,” I joked.“No, Zane, that is how it is going to be,” Vivian explained.“Okay. What is going to happen if we miss one another?” I inquired.“How can you miss me if you stay where I tell you to wait for me?” she stated firmly.“No, I want to know what the repercussions are going to be after I’ve successfully avoided you,” I asked pleasantly.“Zane, the Board of Directors has directed the University to do this and if you dodge my duty, you will be expelled,” Vivian responded patiently.“So you don’t know,” I winked. “In that case, you can count on it that the next few months are going to be interesting for you.”“Mercy, you are going to have to sleep in my room if you hope to keep up with me,” Rio taunted her guardian.“If that is what it takes,” Mercy shot right back.“You still can’t be there every second of the day,” Rio bantered.“If I have to keep a hand on you for the rest of the semester, I will,” Mercy countered. I’d have been happy for both her and Rio if Mercy hadn’t sounded so eager.“Damn it,” Rio snapped to me. “Mercy’s got me so stymied and pissed off that I’m going to be up half the night working off my aggression.” I rolled my eyes and Iona blushed as Paige and Valerie came up into the room.“What’s going on?” both Val and Paige asked.“Mercy doesn’t trust me so she’s going to be with me every night from here on out,” Rio pseudo-sulked. Valerie’s groan was a lot more real and justified. I should have sensed the psychic chemistry going on around me; I could have used that bit of insight to run.“You two…” Paige directed to Vivian and Mercy, “…should keep these two together as much as possible to minimize the damage they can do.”“Well they can’t stay in my dorm room,” Valerie sounded disappointed, “so they’ll have to use Zane’s bedroom. It is the only safe place to store them.”“I’m not going to spend time in Zane Braxton’s bedroom,” Vivian shook her head.“Perhaps if you took a look at Zane’s room before passing judgment,” Iona offered. Vivian was about to make a rebuttal, then took another look around the room.“Okay,” she allowed.Our little troop made our way to my screened-off area of the floor.“Where are you going with this, Paige?” I asked my albino sexual siren quietly.“Around the third time I drug Vivian to unconsciousness, she’s going to figure out what’s going on so a long-term solution suggests that your current girlfriends put you and Vivian together so that you can convert her to your side,” Paige outlined with newfound tolerance.“I’m too damn experienced with you to argue, Paige,” I confessed.“Your ability to be smarter than a hamster on a wheel is refreshing,” Paige rewarded me with a stroke on the cheek. We stumbled at the entrance to my boudoir as Vivian had to take it in. She was so 'enraptured’ with my extravagance that she missed Rio sneak up on Mercy from behind.Rio put both hands under Mercy’s skirt. One clearly coaxed along her buttocks while the left move around and began to gently caress her pubic area from the front.“Someone’s not wearing their underwear,” I barely heard Rio whisper in Mercy’s ear. “For being such a good girl, I’m going to do something special to you tonight; Zane’s room at 10:00 o'clock.”Mercy obviously tingled all over at the news.“Don’t plan on getting any sleep,” Rio teased softly, “I want the taste of hot little bitch-flesh on my tongue all night long, and since I can’t have anyone worthwhile, I’ll have…fuck it; I want you tonight, Mercy. Don’t think for a minute that I care about you, though.”“Okay,” Mercy turned halfway to Rio’s lips, “I understand.” Mercy did have this contented ephemeral smile on her face that I was hoping Rio didn’t catch. If Rio did, she didn’t show it, but then Rio hated to acknowledge that anyone cared for her.“Thank Cordelia for me,” I turned to Paige. I figured the only way Rio ended up with Mercy was someone rigged the process in her favor.“That was me,” Paige confessed. “I tried to stack the odds in your favor with Joy Jefferson but that didn’t work out so well."Thank you,” I expressed appreciatively.“Thank me by hooking my legs over your elbows and fuck me standing up,” Paige beamed raw sexual hunger my way. “I want to go bouncy, bouncy, bouncy on my personal pleasure toy.” She finished by licking her lips. I wish she wouldn’t refer to my cock as her toy or look at me the way a starving dog looks at a fresh pork chop.Valerie motioned me forward now that Vivian had started walking around my bedroom.“What is that platform for?” Vivian muttered to me once she realized I’d come to her side.“It is my bed,” I informed her. “Now do you see why you could sleep with me and we would both be okay?”“I am not sleeping with you,” Vivian insisted.“I could sleep on one side and you could be on the other and we couldn’t even touch fingers,” I insisted.“No,” Vivian announced.“I’ll fight you for it,” I gambled.“What?” Vivian stared my way. Clearly, my move caught my friends off guard as well.“You take me and I’ll behave for a month. If I beat you, then you move into – my floor – for a month, and you still get to keep an eye on me,” I offered.“I am not staying in your room no matter what,” Vivian declared indignantly.“All the sofas are sleepers,” I explained. “You wouldn’t be in my room, plus you have your own shower and bathroom as well as the other amenities that have been put in.”“That is not going to happen,” she insisted.“Oh, my apology; I didn’t know you were afraid of me,” I shrugged.“I’m not afraid of you, and I’m not going to be baited by you either,” she shot back.“Then fight me, pin me to the ground, and have things your way,” I challenged her.“Coach Gorman told us not to fight him alone if we could avoid it,” Mercy jumped in. “If the Coach couldn’t put him down quickly, you don’t have a chance, Vivian.”That was so cold, and I’d have never thought Mercy could have pulled it off, luring Vivian in the way she did.“Fine, let’s go to the gym and settle this,” Vivian growled her acceptance of my dare.“Let’s fight here,” I countered.“In your room?” she worried.“In life, the arena you find yourself fighting in rarely presents itself as an even surface,” I pointed out.“That would be true, Ms. Phillips,” Dana Gorman confirmed from the entrance.“Dana,” I exhaled with some relief.“That would be Coach Gorman to you, delinquent,” Dana smiled at me.“Coach!” Mercy squealed, hugging the only real adult in the room. I was pleased to note that Vivian seemed genuinely happy at the news of Dana being back on the job too.“Cool it, Mercy,” Dana chuckled. “Technically, I’m still Ms. Gorman until 6:00 a.m. tomorrow morning when my re-instatement goes into effect.” She patted Mercy on the back before they separated. “I am mildly curious as to what you are doing here in Zane’s room, Vivian. I normally credit you with better sense.”“Are you saying I’m senseless, Coach Hot-cheeks?” Rio snickered at Dana.“Rio, my understanding of you begins with your friendship with Zane, which pretty much explains every other insane stunt you two have been involved with since your arrival,” Dana smiled back.“Coach, I can explain,” Vivian finally got out. “I was assigned to Zane as his guardian by the Board of Directors and they said…um…”“That you should go to Zane’s bedroom and get into a fight?” Dana concluded. Vivian gulped, nodded and then shook her head.“Get used to it, Vivian,” Coach nodded knowingly. “If you are going to be hanging around with Zane, you need to get used to things like this happening. These inexplicable events occur on a regular basis. By the way, Zane: Thank you.”“No problem, Coach,” I grinned.“What was that for?” Vivian asked.“Zane fought to get my job back,” Dana Gorman nodded.“Why would he do that?” Vivian wondered. “You put him through hell.”“Yeah, I was asking myself the same question,” Rio chimed in.“She’s good for the university,” I answered, “and they were going to cancel the athletics program.”“Vivian, you should be more concerned how you are going to beat Zane,” Dana stated.“Valerie, could you get Vivian one of your sports bras and a pair of Rio’s shorts?” I requested.“I’m not going to strip in front of you,” Vivian said indignantly as Valerie left to do as I asked.“I’ll leave the room if you like,” I shrugged.“I’ll take video evidence,” Rio leered at Vivian.“Rio, I’ll slam you inside one of Zane’s wardrobes if you don’t behave,” Dana warned.“Zane will stick up for me,” Rio puffed out her chest defiantly.“Yeah, I was considering that,” Dana laughed. “That turns a six-second fight into a sixty-second fight, but you are still ending up in the closet.”“And to think Rio spent so many of her formative years coming out of the closet,” Paige jabbed.“Paige, I’d slap you for that but I know Zane doesn’t want a bruise on that swank body of yours.” Rio taunted the tender-fleshed albino Paige.“I keep begging him to trade you to me for a night but Zane insists that you two are exclusive for now,” Rio kept at it despite Paige’s arousal. “I’m holding out for you, though.”“I’m confident that Zane will keep making the right decisions,” Paige rose to the challenge.“Wait,” Vivian waved her hands sideways, “Zane is really sleeping with a bunch of women? I thought that was an exaggeration.”“Did I come at a bad time?” Barbie Lynn spoke up. She was holding a suitcase and a carry-on bag. Behind her was Millicent with one suitcase and Raven with a dress bag. I was reminded that Barbie Lynn would be moving back into the dorm as dorm mother in the morning, but she was currently between places and clearly expected to spend the night here, in my room, with me.“Come on in,” I offered Barbie Lynn as I crossed over to get her bag. Vivian stepped up and put a hand on my arm to stop me.“Barbie Lynn will not be staying in your room tonight!” Vivian laid down the law.“Vivian, you always ranked higher than me in the club hierarchy and I have a bad knee, but if you have a problem with me, face me, not Zane,” Barbie Lynn growled.“Don’t worry, Babe,” I soothed Barbie, “I’m working on a solution right now.”“Zane, slap this skank” (referring to Vivian), Rio snarled. “She put her hand on you so defend yourself all over her punk ass.”“Vivian is only doing her job,” I addressed Rio. “I’m not going to hold that against her.”“Zane, is this another one?” Raven inquired about Vivian’s sexual status with me.“No. She’s my official guardian, and as soon as I kick her ass, she’s going to sleep on one of the main room’s sofas for a month,” I explained.“No, when I win, I will exclude everyone from this floor except you, me and the dorm mother,” Vivian countered.Valerie came bolting into the room with the clothes, Opal, and Cappadocia.“I will go change into shorts outside. Vivian, you change here. Coach, can you referee the match?” I tried to bring some order to the chaos. Vivian ground her teeth but took the clothes and started to strip before I got my own clothes.“Zane, stay on - change in the corner. There are too many freshmen girls out there,” Vivian conceded.“You two should decide if you want to stick to Zane’s bedroom or cover the entire floor,” Dana stated.“I leave that to Vivian,” I allowed. Vivian chose the full floor and Dana decided that things would remain cluttered – the students would remain on the floor as obstacles to fight around, believing we were good enough to not smack a civilian.“Good job, Vivian,” Dana congratulated her senior student. “Use the terrain to counter his reach advantage."Any advice for me?” I asked.“Yes. Don’t get that pretty face beaten up,” she smiled snidely at me.“That will teach Zane to take your side on anything,” Rio sneered.“I’m not on your faction’s side, Rio,” Dana confirmed, “but it doesn’t mean Zane and I aren’t friends.”“I’m fine,” I assured Rio. “Tell us when, Coach.” Dana looked Vivian and I over.“Go!” she snapped.Vivian caught me off guard by running away but I quickly gave chase. She compounded the situation by scrambling across a pool table in play then kicking at me when I came around the side. She followed up on that advantage with a series of punches that drove me over the back of a chair. Girls were screaming, squealing, and running all around us.She advanced around the chair so I bolted over the closest sofa. Now Vivian pursued. She launched a flying kick over the sofa. I folded under it and was a millisecond faster on the recovery. My punch hit her in the ribs and pushed her back. A flurry of blows rained down on me. I tried to drive her back but Vivian’s technique was too close to perfect for me to beat through.Vivian switched up with a series of swift front kicks to buy some room, then started maneuvering again.“She’s a righty,” Valerie told me. That meant she was right-handed, thus she made most of her attacks and blocks from the right, covering the left instinctively. Since the right was not significantly stronger in most athletes, you could wear down an opponent by concentrating your attacks on the over-extended right, or so the theory went.Even then, it took two minutes to catch her calf with a kick and put her down. She rolled out of my attempted hold but ended up on her ass, back to a chair.“Five-minute break,” I offered. Vivian blinked but took the hand I offered to help her stand up. “Drink,” I motioned to the juice dispenser. She looked at me funny, then went to get one.“Be careful, Vivian; he’s trying to get inside your head, convince you he’s not such a bad guy,” Dana counseled her female student.“No kind words for me?” I joked.“I already know you are a good guy, Zane. The only reason you cut Vivian some slack was that you would rather have her friendship than the win, which is far more dangerous to Vivian,” Dana winked at me.I took a Grapefruit juice while Vivian drank some Gatorade, both with our backs to the sink. I caught her stealing some looks my way.“Next time I’ll pin you,” she told me while looking away.“We both have to be thinking that or we wouldn’t be fighting,” I responded.“The difference is that I am right,” she said as we made eye to eye contact.“FFU doesn’t teach you to be second best,” I nodded, which brought a smile to her face.“Thirty seconds,” Iona warned us. We picked spots ten feet apart and were ready when Dana gave the word.Since my previous strategy had relied on attrition, Vivian went for a quick, lightning series of attacks. She rebounded off sofas, tables, and chairs as she drove me about the room. At a crucial moment she drove her foot into my thigh above the knee and sent me sprawling into a crowd of observers. As Vivian closed in for the kill, I spilled a startled freshman into her.By the time she disentangled herself from my distraction, I was on my feet. Her glare told me she didn’t approve of my move. We crashed together; she leveraged me over and threw me onto a sofa. We grappled and rolled off the sofa and onto the floor. Vivian rammed an elbow into my throat but I wedged a knee under her hips and propelled her over my head.“You’ve done a good job, Coach Gorman,” Valerie lauded Dana on Vivian’s performance.“She’s either three or four on the team,” Dana informed the group. “It is her or Evangeline fighting for third, with Cappadocia and Wilhelmina being second and first.”“You have some weird damn names at this school,” Valerie commented.“This from an outlaw biker chick with the handle of Valkyrie?” Dana teased. “Of course, I’m also still trying to figure out how a guy who is knocking boots with Barbie Lynn Masters is giving the time of day to Paige here.”“Hey!” Paige squawked. “Zane thinks I am very good at sex, I’ll have you know.”“Trouble,” Barbie Lynn moaned. Vivian had faked me out and put a foot into my stomach that sent me cartwheeling. Me, I’d have kicked me in the calves and thighs to weaken me up but Vivian went for a stomp to my diaphragm. I rolled away, then kicked out. This is where my greater reach came into play; Vivian couldn’t fall back fast enough and I put my heel into her hip.I was up a hair before Vivian could make a counterstrike. I rolled her thrust under my arm, caught the limb and rolled the two of us onto the ground. She placed a hand underneath her and tried to shake free of me. I locked her arm, twisted, and leaned into her body.“Do you give?” I asked softly. I had her pinned and I doubted anyone here besides Dana could have escaped.“No,” she hissed. I could sense people gathering around.“Time for another five-minute break?” I inquired a little louder. Vivian gave one last surge of resistance, then relaxed.“Fine,” she grumbled, “five minutes.” I rolled off and offered her a hand.Vivian ignored it, choosing to get on all fours, then stand. She was about to walk way when she turned and extended her hand to me. She shook and headed back to the closest bar.“Zane?” at least five different girls asked me at once. I wasn’t sure why I’d let Vivian up either.“Dude, if you lose this, I am personally going to use my strap-on on your ass,” Rio growled.“I’m going to go home and start researching the most painful applications of acupuncture possible,” Paige enlightened us all.“I’ll take care of your hurts,” Barbie Lynn sympathized.“You are such a slut,” growled Rio.“No,” Opal interceded. “I think that Brandi, Barbie Lynn and I are going to be taking comfort with Zane when the rest of you bimbos have lost faith in him, leaving him lost and forlorn.”“How many of you am I going to have to fight off?” Vivian sounded worried. It was beautiful music to my ears, not to be blamed for once.“There is me,” Iona chirped, “and wait until Heaven shows up. Forty-eight hours without her Zane-fix and she’s going to look forward to dismembering someone,” she added with a pleasant sincerity. Vivian looked to me skeptically.“It is entirely my fault,” I confessed with upraised hands, “I should learn to say 'no’ from time to time. I keep leading these fine young ladies on.”“Do you see why you need to win now?” Dana asked Vivian, who looked uncertain. “You are Zane’s only hope of surviving the school year. You are a lifesaver.”“Oh, okay; let’s get back to it then,” Vivian sighed. I rolled my shoulders and followed. The second Dana gave us the nod, we attacked one another. I had hoped to catch Vivian off-guard and clearly Vivian thought the same thing.In close, Vivian had the advantage. She got several blows into my right side and I never fully recovered. Vivian got a foot behind my left leg and tumbled me down as I grabbed her shirt. Her shirt tore, we rolled – first her on top, then me before we broke up. I jabbed, she tumbled back and regained her feet, I backed up and did the same.Vivian tossed her ruined shirt aside and readied herself. Maybe a half dozen people in the room followed the next exchange of blocks and blows, Vivian hammering away at my right while I clipped her left shoulder and stomach. I saw an opening, tried to flip her but she pulled me down and ended up on top. She cocked back her fist to strike with her right while pinning my shoulder with her left.I had a hand poised at her armpit and the other half-raised to block. Vivian realized she was about to clock me in the head hard; my block wouldn’t be fast enough. Something passed between us at that moment. I hooked her under the arm, flipped us over, and landed on top. Vivian twisted her arms but I twisted my block into a wrist hold and pinned the other when she attempted to break the hold.For that second, I had her pressed to the ground, our breasts heaving from the exertion.“Okay,” she said softly. I immediately let go of her wrists and got off of her in all haste. I offered to help her up and this time she took it without hesitation. We stood there, clasped hands held at her chest level, facing and studying the other’s features.The cheering broke out the moment the freshmen student body realized the fight was finally over and that I had somehow come out on top. I tilted my head slightly because I really had to know why she let me win but I never got the words out.“I really don’t know,” Vivian whispered.My well-wishers pulled us apart and I was getting slapped on the back and kissed. I noted that Dana, Barbie Lynn, Valerie, and Mercy stood around Vivian. Valerie must have seen what really happened and wanted to know why. Mercy had probably been reminded of whose side she theoretically belonged to. Barbie Lynn would be Dorm Mother again, making Vivian her charge, and Dana was her instructor after, which explained everyone’s presence.“So, can we have our own little celebration?” Paige requested, her pale eyes burning bright.“I have a church meeting in an hour,” I frowned. Rio and Iona were in the room with us but were close to the screen entrance, giving Paige and I some space.“We could sneak something in,” Paige winked hopefully.“You are many things to me, Paige, but you are not someone I want to leave after only a quickie,” I looked down at Paige as I wrapped my arms around her. She pouted but clearly wasn’t too angry with my decision. Outside her odd fascination with me, Paige was a clever, logical girl.“I believe Heaven is going to be all over you this evening,” Paige sighed. “Friday is for your Aunt Jill and Saturday is the Block Party, so what are my chances for Thursday or Sunday?”“I was hoping to make Thursday night a sleep-over sort of thing and I’d like it if you were here,” I asked. “I really don’t want to commit my Sunday until I’m sure Heaven is okay. You have to admit she’s had a really lousy week.”“I don’t have to admit anything, Zane, but I make allowances because you mean well,” Paige smiled. “I chose to accept that your loyalty to Heaven is a mirror of the loyalty you show me.”“It has nothing to do with bouncy, bouncy, bouncy?” I teased.“No,” Paige wiggled tightly against me. “That would be an irrational decision based on memories of deep sexual pleasure and I’d never confess to that.” I felt her place a gentle kiss on my chest. I answered with a kiss to the top of her head.“Now scoot,” I commanded. “You are far too distracting and I do have to get going.”Paige rubbed her body against me as she moved past to the entrance; Iona and Rio came my way as I got dressed.“I should have Mercy tied down, gagged, and blindfolded by the time you get back,” Rio grinned.That was her way of asking my permission to use my room without actually asking.“I’ll make sure Vivian is set up before you get back,” Iona informed me with upbeat energy.“Iona, since I hate Mercy Chaplain, why don’t you spend the weekend with me?” I asked. The implication was that Rio would be tearing Mercy up all weekend long.“I’d love to,” Iona hugged me.“Sleep in his bed,” Rio chuckled.“I plan to,” Iona boasted.“Lose your virginity,” Rio teased.“No,” Iona gave Rio a raspberry. “Zane loves me the way I am.”“Are we going to cuddle?” I smiled warmly down at her.“Damn Skippy!” she chirped. “I’ll even sleep in the nude because I trust you so much.”“Busted!” Rio laughed at me. I groaned, finished getting dressed, and made my own way out.Before I could make my escape from the main area, Vivian flagged me down.“Vivian, I’m going to…” I started to say. She lifted up her phone in response.“Your schedule is online,” Vivian pointed out. “What I was wondering was why you are still using the fifth floor showers when you have showers in the Solarium now?”“Wow, are you offering to shower with me?” I faux-gasped. “That didn’t take you long.”“No!!” Vivian glared with some exasperation. “I’m trying to limit your contact with naked women.”No one within earshot was rude enough to laugh out loud.“I could say something like 'shower with me and I’ll respect your virginity,’ but I’ll respect your virginity no matter what,” I gazed upon Vivian. “I do formally request that you allow me to continue to shower on the fifth floor. I hope you don’t disregard my request out of hand.”Vivian levelly met my gaze, then nodded.“I’ll think about it,” she allowed.“Holy Smokes,” Brandi whispered from nearby, “he’s broken down the wall.” Vivian flinched.“No,” Opal whispered back, “but she’s no longer ready to castrate him in the next fifteen seconds either.” That observation made Vivian crack a glimmer of a grin. I took it as my cue to run for it.*Being dead is wonderful; you never get tired and you have all the time in the world to regret how you ended up this way*Thank you Frontma for inspiring me to keep writing so she can polish off the rough edges.(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I’d like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)OFFICIALLY AN AFFAIROnce they got over me 'borrowing’ certain gear from some of the male committee rooms, the Festivities Committee fell in line with Rochelle Wellington’s agenda. I sat back as normal while they hashed out how best to use the new imagery that I’d provided courtesy of the girls at FFU. At this, my second meeting, I chose to sit behind Sahara Penny, Pastor Bill’s wife.I learned she was Lebanese Christian and she’d married William Penny when he was in the US Navy, before he became a priest. There were a ton of things left unsaid about her opinion of his ministry and I got the definite opinion that Bill had left his last post because everyone thought Sahara had an indiscretion with a young male parishioner. My guess was that if a young male parishioner was involved, the cheater was that bastard Bill.As an added insult, Sahara’s name wasn’t even Sahara; that was the name Bill had listed on their marriage certificate because he found her Lebanese name difficult to pronounce. Her minority background, coupled with her husband, the pastor, letting everyone think she was a cheating whore, made Sahara the pariah of this little community.Because I had absolutely nothing going on in my life, I had to avenge Sahara. Being dumber than a box of rocks certainly didn’t hurt my determination. By the end of the session I had managed to accomplish four things. I’d helped Sahara feel better about herself and know she had a friend in me. If you have ever felt alone and isolated in the world you know how good that can feel.I had confused Mrs. Bainbridge as to my actual intentions; she thought I was cozying up to Sahara instead of Rochelle. The committee was mildly impressed that I had both shown back up and had appeared to bust my hump in contributing to their efforts at what their menfolk thought was a joke.Most importantly to me, I had gotten a few covert smiles from Rochelle Wellington for both my help to the other members and to my efforts with Sahara. As wife of the mayor, she wasn’t supposed to make waves, which included things like befriending someone the men had designated to be on the 'Shunned’ list. I was forgiven for my transgression because I clearly didn’t give a fuck about what any of them cared.When the meeting broke up Kendra Bainbridge, Sahara, Rochelle and I were quickly the last ones left. I hovered close to Sahara as we made our way to the door.“Zane, you need to return this equipment to the proper room,” Rochelle reminded me.“Sahara, why don’t we walk to our cars together?” Kendra suggested sweetly.This was the most I had heard Kendra address Sahara in the short time I had known them.It was clearly also her attempt of a cock-block on Sahara and I, which was a fortunate misread on the situation between myself and the Pastor’s wife.“That would be nice, Kendra,” Sahara replied. She reached out and stroked my elbow. “Thank you, Zane,” she added with a smile.Kendra departed, smug in her victory, leaving Rochelle and I alone.“I’ll get this equipment put away and be right back,” I told Rochelle. “Could you make sure all the new files are backed up to my account?”“Of course, Zane,” she smiled warmly, and set to work. I raced to get things squared away and hurried back. She remained at the table completing her work, coat off, when I moved in behind her.“Are we still friends?” I asked softly as I leaned in next to her ear.“Of course,” she turned her head so our gazes were only inches apart. I made to kiss her on the lips; she recoiled so I waited. I wasn’t afraid I’d spooked her; she wanted passion and the sense of freedom that came for embracing a choice all her own.The fear drained away and she completed our encounter. She was tentative at first and I mostly let her take the lead for the first two minutes until she became more confident. When the time was right I turned her in the chair and pulled her up by each hand. My hands went to her neck while hers settled on my hips.“We have our boundaries?” Rochelle questioned me.“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “Your neck,” I kissed her neck, “ear,” I kissed her ear, “and cheek are all on my side of the boundaries.” I had gotten as far as fondling the breasts last time around but I had time to coax her that way and was in no hurry.“Where are your boundaries?” I inquired of Rochelle as I lowered my hands around her hips.“I definitely think we should keep the boundaries at the waistline,” she suggested.“So you want my waistline, but was that up or down?” I smiled.“What?” she blushed.“Do you want to keep your hands above my waist – say to the stomach and chest, or you could go down below the belt?” I teased. “Just kidding,” I let her off the hook. Instead, I moved my lips to her face and came to a stop there.“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Rochelle sighed.“Okay,” I was disappointed, “but you will have to tell me to let go of you first.”“That isn’t fair,” she moaned, as she pressed her body against me and rested her forehead on my shoulder. I doubted it helped her resistance when her stomach pressed against my highly aroused cock.“Zane,” Rochelle choked out, “I’ve been a good wife for thirty years. I’m a pillar of the community and a loyal member of this congregation. What am I doing with a man younger than my youngest baby?”“Rochelle, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, but I’m not going to lie about wanting you.”“I don’t think you are running away from your husband and family; I think they have moved on without you, despite all you’ve done to make them a part of your life. If you end up alone three or more times a week, give us a shot; if not, you are doing okay and should stay where you are,” I advised.“I don’t want to lose you,” Rochelle worried.“You are not going to lose me, Rochelle. You are beautiful and that is not going to change; even if you are unattainable and I have to watch you from afar,” I soothed her. She seemed to swell up with happiness in my arms.“That isn’t fair one bit,” she moaned.“Fine. I don’t find you attractive; I am going to forget you the moment I walk out this door and I’ll never look at you again,” I taunted her. “Happy? You are off the hook.”“Maybe if you were a better liar,” Rochelle looked up at me smiling, “Remember that I am married to a politician.”“Oh, then tell me if I’m lying: I want to pick you up, press you onto this table and make love to you until you scream with pleasure,” I challenged.“What about our boundaries?” she panted.“I’m trying really, really hard to honor them but you aren’t making it easy,” I confided in her. Rochelle decided to change tacks. She backed away and leaned against the table, facing me, with her arms supporting her upper body as she reclined.“We shouldn’t do this,” she told me, but even as she shook her head, she smiled and bit her lower lip provocatively.I pursued her, Rochelle spreading her legs to allow my body to better press down on her. I kissed her fervently several times before she spoke.“Stop,” she whispered. “I can’t.” I began working open the buttons on her blouse. Rochelle rolled her head back so that my lips and tongue played along her throat.“Ah, Zane, you should stop that,” she exhaled as she gently held one hand to the back of my head as I kissed her breasts through her bra. “There are three hooks,” she added as I started slipping her bra off. She pushed away from the table so I could slip her shirt and bra down. Since I had her off the table temporarily, I elected to unzip her skirt from the side and drop that and her slip to the carpet.She was looking horribly vulnerable being so nearly naked, down to white panties, thigh high white stockings, and black shoes. Sure, she was plump in the middle and her rich, swelling breasts sagged, but they were gorgeous to hold and behold. I more than evened the playing field, stripping completely naked. Rochelle moaned when she saw me exposed and she trembled with lust. I was sure she thought about running away or running at me, but she chose something in between.Rochelle reached forward and tenderly grabbed my penis in one hand.“Oh, my,” she gasped. I moved closer, brushed her hair aside and put my hand to the back of her head. I brought her into yet another kiss, this one longer and more passionate than the rest.“I am going to move one step at a time,” I told her softly, our faces barely an inch apart, “but I am going to take you tonight.”Rochelle’s first nod was timid, but they became very enthusiastic. I rested my hands on the lush flesh just below the hips and lifted her halfway onto the table.“I think I’m violating your boundaries,” I grinned wickedly. First her eyes flared, she looked surprised, and finally she let her giggle turn into a laugh.She gave my cock a delicious twist.“I think we are way beyond that,” she panted happily. I pressed into her, bobbing in for a kiss, withdrawing for her smile, and going in again. It took over a minute for Rochelle eventually to feel comfortable and self-assured enough to kiss me on the neck. I thrust my pelvis into her as a response.That appeared to be what it took for Rochelle’s emotional dam to burst. She wrapped her stocking clad calves around each thigh and began kissing my shoulder and chest with hungry little pecks.“Zane,” she panted as she yanked on my cock, “I haven’t had sexual intercourse in twenty years.”My first thought was 'Crap, someone else trying to squeeze my cock off,’ but I realized that was unfair, plus she had delivered five children.“Rochelle, can I be crass and crude with you?” I said softly. That clearly wasn’t what she expected to hear; still she consented.“Rochelle, I know it has been a long time since you’ve had sex, and it has probably been very vanilla. Have you ever had sex bent over a table?” I wondered.“No,” she blushed. “I’ve only had sex on a bed…on my back. Isn’t that normal?”“Um, okay. I’m going to fuck you, Rochelle; I am going to nail you, make you scream and cry and beat your fists in ecstasy,” I threatened her. “How does that make you feel?”“I…” she gulped, “that scares me but…” nothing was said for several seconds.“Damn it,” I hissed, “your body is tormenting me.” Rochelle gasped and trembled once more. I dove into her left breast and bit down. She pulsed against me; then I started pressing her down on the table. Removing her panties was remarkably easy after that.I let my cock, still in her hand, rub against her slit. When her labia parted her fluids quickly coated the tip. I moved it up and down while we kissed, and I mean kissed. Rochelle kept stroking my cheek and hairline. I began pulling and teasing her nipples. A moment later I hooked her legs up until she instinctively wrapped around my waist.When I was rubbing my member along her cunt lips we kissed. When I feasted on her nipples she moaned like a slut and arched her back to entice me further.“Put it in me,” she begged, overwhelmed with desire, “Put it in me now, please.”“Whatever you want,” I whispered in her ear. Using both our hands (I got the feeling she wasn’t sure what she was doing) I wedged my cockhead in between her labia and pushed.Rochelle was snug, not tight, and certainly wasn’t trying to tear the skin off my penis going in. For her part, my partner was going off beneath me chanting 'yes, yes, yes’ and rubbing her body against mine. By the way she was sparking against me, I knew she was close to orgasm.“Ugh – ugh – ugh,” Rochelle squirmed, “Oh, God! Yes!” she exulted beneath my body.She thrust rhythmically multiple times before gracefully resting against the wooden surface.“Oh, my God,” she gasped. “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before, or had it happen so fast.”“That was all you, Elle,” I grinned. “You have built up a great deal of sexual energy over the years and I had better be careful with you or you’ll tear me up.”“Oh – wait, that is a good thing, isn’t it?” she asked from deep within her heaving bosom.“What did I tell you? The bodies of true women are dynamite and need to be handled with care. My main concern is that I can satisfy you,” I confided in her. She had no initial words in response, instead relying on an intense stare.“Elle?” she panted. “No one has called me Elle since my father died.”“Would you prefer I call you something else?” I replied.“No. It was a surprise, that’s all,” she told me. I pushed a little farther into Rochelle as she finished speaking. “Ooohhh,” she murmured.I let Rochelle’s legs fall to the side as I gently coasted in and out of her. I gave her a few minutes of tender sex before pulling out and kneeling between her legs.“What?” she started to mumble before my lips settled onto her cunt and my tongue rolled through her folds. “Oh, wow,” she moaned.Her clitoris was already evident so after a few generous strokes of the tongue, I tilted up and encased her clit in my lips and sucked. Rochelle bucked her hips in reaction and started up a deeply passionate groan. To add to life’s injustices, I was sure no one had ever gone down on Rochelle’s love box before.Despite having already cum once, Rochelle climaxed again inside five minutes.“Oh, God!” was her guttural gasp. Her body jerked, trembled, and stiffened before going still once more. I licked my way up her body, teasing both sides of her belly button, slobbering over her right breast, and ending up driving my tongue into a muscular dance with hers.“Mmmm, is that what I taste like?” she panted, with thankfully a good deal of pleasure.“Now you know one of the reasons I’ll be coming back for more,” I teased.“One; what is the other one?” she grinned wearily.“No, you don’t,” I responded with a kiss to her nose. “You don’t get to have that kind of fantastic reaction to me then act like it was nothing.”“Oh, don’t say that,” Rochelle scolded me, “I know I’m not very good.”“Are you dumping me?” I asked.“No,” she exclaimed anxiously, and clutched me with her hands on my upper arms and thighs pressing on my hips.“Why are you acting as if I didn’t enjoy myself?” I questioned. “You climaxed twice and guys love that kind of thing. My only problem is that we can’t keep giving you the screwing you so richly deserve. If we are missing much longer, they are going to send out search parties.” Rochelle continued to hold me tight but had calmed down a lot. It did take me a moment to figure out that I needed to carry the conversation.“How soon can we get together again?” I asked softly, which was precisely what she wanted to hear.“Maybe we shouldn’t,” she hesitated, but from my experience she was playing with me.“I know I’ve pushed this, Elle, but you are worth every effort. I see a sensual, mature woman abandoned by some guy who clearly didn’t appreciate her finer qualities,” I pledged.“Zane, the risks are so great,” she worried intently. “We could really suffer over this…affair.”“Fine,” I sat up, “I’ll give you up for your sake but you have to promise to do one thing for me.”“What is it?” she hesitantly inquired.“How many young women have been in your husband’s office less than five years?” I opened with.“Two,” she recalled somewhat confused.“The one with the most seniority; tomorrow I want you to go into her office and tell her you know about her liaisons with your husband – her boss – the Mayor,” I advised her. “Don’t act angry. Instead, act comfortable with the news and put her at ease. She’ll be glad to confide in someone, trust me.”“What if she hasn’t had an affair and goes to my husband with this accusation?” Rochelle bit her lip in concern.“Rochelle, you have a seriously hot body and incredible sexual energy. Since your husband hasn’t been neutered that I’m aware of, he’s been getting sex somewhere else. I haven’t heard of a thriving sex industry in town so for discretion’s sake, he is having sex with women he has power over; namely, employees,” I explained.“How did you come up with all of that?” she marveled.“Elle, there is nothing greater in all of God’s Creation than women, body and soul. I notice things that most people miss and appreciate qualities most ignore,” I enlightened her. “You have a smoking body but if you weren’t such a wonderful woman, I wouldn’t be here.”“Ah, you make me feel ten years younger,” she sighed before kissing me on the nipple and chest.“Crap,” I bitched. “That means I only have two more encounters with you before you become jail bait.” That assessment made her laugh joyously.“I’ve lost my mind and I don’t know why,” she breathed in a terribly sexy way, hardly upset at all.“We are leaving now,” I declared, “Because you are so sexy right this instant, if I stay, I’m going to hammer you so hard we are going to break this table. I’m not sure how we can explain that.”“Does the 'hammer me through the table’ line work on younger women?” Rochelle teased.“Do you want me to go grab a younger woman and find out?” I zinged back.“No!” she insisted. “I am sure we are not exclusive but I’m sure I don’t want to share you with anyone I don’t have to. I think we should get together again but I’ll have to contact you.”“Use Felicity’s phone and have her call Rio,” I directed. “She’ll get a message to me.”“Are you going to…seduce Felicity too?” Rochelle inquired warily.“Nope, that has never been my intention,” I answered. I wasn’t sure how to explain to Rochelle that the real worry was Rio kidnapping Felicity for a Lost Weekend of Sapphic splendor. A discussion about homosexuality and my acceptance of it wasn’t in the cards for tonight.“I want her and Lance to have a shot at happiness,” Rochelle said.“I want Felicity to be happy as well,” I evaded. If she noticed my failure to mention her youngest son, she was good enough not to press the matter. We kissed before we walked out the door and left; she went home and I headed home to have dinner with Jill. We had hot dogs and green beans; Jill had a hard three days at work and she wasn’t a diligent cook to begin with.MY SHIRT IS NOT MY FRIENDBefore heading back to campus I stopped by the Kappa Sigma House. I got some rather comfortable attention from the ladies, which was a bit bizarre when it was tag-team action from two sisters I’m pretty sure are lesbians. I stopped by to see Tawny for a minute to talk to her about the block party I might still have an invitation too.I ended up spending a few minutes of alone time with Leigh (okay, Paris is on her bed pretending to study but it isn’t a tiny room).“I know you need to go home soon,” Leigh lured me in with a sympathetic voice. I let her come into my arms and while I was aware she was about to shift me I was still taken aback by her enthusiasm.I landed back-first on her bed and she ended up straddling my crotch with her legs folded underneath her.“Let me help you with your shirt,” she grinned evilly. I wasn’t aware my shirt was in the way or that I wanted it off but what the hell. I started to unbutton my shirt but she slapped my hands away. Instead, she pulled my shirt out of my pants and yanked it up and up until the top was over my head.Once she had it over my face and my arms pinned, she stopped and snickered.“What the…oh, come on, Leigh,” I complained.“You like to be tied up, admit it,” she teased me.“Is your webcam on?” I countered.“If I say yes will you be even more turned on?” she wiggled on my aroused crotch. “Somebody says you will.” Leigh scooted down my body, then placed her tongue on my nipple and blew a cool breath on it. The arousal was agony. Things didn’t get better when she set her lips to the other nipple.“That’s it, Zane,” Leigh moaned, “so fucking big and hard.” She was rubbing her breasts and stomach along my rod, making me wish we were naked once more. Leigh was taking sadistic joy in working my nipples over too. It was so good that I was momentarily confused when she took in both of my nipples at once (honest – I don’t have man-boobs). I had a second tormentor.“Hey, Paris,” I gasped.“Zane, you are so sweet. I am going have to make use of your trellis Friday night because I can’t sleep right remembering how you tongued and dicked me over at the party,” Paris sighed happily. “Here, let me help you breathe.”Paris (?) helped move my shirt from over my chin and lips, which did help me take a deep breath, but in the intake, a nipple and a bit of breast were inserted past my lips. Paris was a 34B but could easily fit a C, and dining on her firm and vibrant flesh was no hardship for me. I figured that I could take two women at one time; I’d done it before.The third presence was perturbing but now both my nipples were covered. It was when a slick cold substance was placed upon my belly that I started to protest. I had the knowledge that there were four women over me when a newcomer initiated some licks, rubbing her flat tongue over me from sternum to belly button.“Oh, wow,” she said &a

 A Biker Chick Becomes An FFU Student (part 13.5)By FinalStand. Listen to the complete episode, at Steamy Stories.“That is Vivian Phillips,” Iona announced my visitor. I had no doubt she had a dozen useful facts on my latest guest too.For her part, Vivian looked almost overwhelmed with the ‘improvements’ I’d made to the place.“Mr. Braxton,” Vivian said to me as she came to a stop before my sofa. I stood up and offered my hand. Rio stood and regarded Mercy. I guess I had to be happy they didn’t fall over the sofa in a fit of sexual wrestling.“So, Vivian, how do you want to handle this?” I inquired.“You will stay in your room until I pick you up and you will stay in each class until I take you to your next class or activity,” she strictly informed me.“We’ll see how that works out,” I joked.“No, Zane, that is how it is going to be,” Vivian explained.“Okay. What is going to happen if we miss one another?” I inquired.“How can you miss me if you stay where I tell you to wait for me?” she stated firmly.“No, I want to know what the repercussions are going to be after I’ve successfully avoided you,” I asked pleasantly.“Zane, the Board of Directors has directed the University to do this and if you dodge my duty, you will be expelled,” Vivian responded patiently.“So you don’t know,” I winked. “In that case, you can count on it that the next few months are going to be interesting for you.”“Mercy, you are going to have to sleep in my room if you hope to keep up with me,” Rio taunted her guardian.“If that is what it takes,” Mercy shot right back.“You still can’t be there every second of the day,” Rio bantered.“If I have to keep a hand on you for the rest of the semester, I will,” Mercy countered. I’d have been happy for both her and Rio if Mercy hadn’t sounded so eager.“Damn it,” Rio snapped to me. “Mercy’s got me so stymied and pissed off that I’m going to be up half the night working off my aggression.” I rolled my eyes and Iona blushed as Paige and Valerie came up into the room.“What’s going on?” both Val and Paige asked.“Mercy doesn’t trust me so she’s going to be with me every night from here on out,” Rio pseudo-sulked. Valerie’s groan was a lot more real and justified. I should have sensed the psychic chemistry going on around me; I could have used that bit of insight to run.“You two…” Paige directed to Vivian and Mercy, “…should keep these two together as much as possible to minimize the damage they can do.”“Well they can’t stay in my dorm room,” Valerie sounded disappointed, “so they’ll have to use Zane’s bedroom. It is the only safe place to store them.”“I’m not going to spend time in Zane Braxton’s bedroom,” Vivian shook her head.“Perhaps if you took a look at Zane’s room before passing judgment,” Iona offered. Vivian was about to make a rebuttal, then took another look around the room.“Okay,” she allowed.Our little troop made our way to my screened-off area of the floor.“Where are you going with this, Paige?” I asked my albino sexual siren quietly.“Around the third time I drug Vivian to unconsciousness, she’s going to figure out what’s going on so a long-term solution suggests that your current girlfriends put you and Vivian together so that you can convert her to your side,” Paige outlined with newfound tolerance.“I’m too damn experienced with you to argue, Paige,” I confessed.“Your ability to be smarter than a hamster on a wheel is refreshing,” Paige rewarded me with a stroke on the cheek. We stumbled at the entrance to my boudoir as Vivian had to take it in. She was so 'enraptured’ with my extravagance that she missed Rio sneak up on Mercy from behind.Rio put both hands under Mercy’s skirt. One clearly coaxed along her buttocks while the left move around and began to gently caress her pubic area from the front.“Someone’s not wearing their underwear,” I barely heard Rio whisper in Mercy’s ear. “For being such a good girl, I’m going to do something special to you tonight; Zane’s room at 10:00 o'clock.”Mercy obviously tingled all over at the news.“Don’t plan on getting any sleep,” Rio teased softly, “I want the taste of hot little bitch-flesh on my tongue all night long, and since I can’t have anyone worthwhile, I’ll have…fuck it; I want you tonight, Mercy. Don’t think for a minute that I care about you, though.”“Okay,” Mercy turned halfway to Rio’s lips, “I understand.” Mercy did have this contented ephemeral smile on her face that I was hoping Rio didn’t catch. If Rio did, she didn’t show it, but then Rio hated to acknowledge that anyone cared for her.“Thank Cordelia for me,” I turned to Paige. I figured the only way Rio ended up with Mercy was someone rigged the process in her favor.“That was me,” Paige confessed. “I tried to stack the odds in your favor with Joy Jefferson but that didn’t work out so well."Thank you,” I expressed appreciatively.“Thank me by hooking my legs over your elbows and fuck me standing up,” Paige beamed raw sexual hunger my way. “I want to go bouncy, bouncy, bouncy on my personal pleasure toy.” She finished by licking her lips. I wish she wouldn’t refer to my cock as her toy or look at me the way a starving dog looks at a fresh pork chop.Valerie motioned me forward now that Vivian had started walking around my bedroom.“What is that platform for?” Vivian muttered to me once she realized I’d come to her side.“It is my bed,” I informed her. “Now do you see why you could sleep with me and we would both be okay?”“I am not sleeping with you,” Vivian insisted.“I could sleep on one side and you could be on the other and we couldn’t even touch fingers,” I insisted.“No,” Vivian announced.“I’ll fight you for it,” I gambled.“What?” Vivian stared my way. Clearly, my move caught my friends off guard as well.“You take me and I’ll behave for a month. If I beat you, then you move into – my floor – for a month, and you still get to keep an eye on me,” I offered.“I am not staying in your room no matter what,” Vivian declared indignantly.“All the sofas are sleepers,” I explained. “You wouldn’t be in my room, plus you have your own shower and bathroom as well as the other amenities that have been put in.”“That is not going to happen,” she insisted.“Oh, my apology; I didn’t know you were afraid of me,” I shrugged.“I’m not afraid of you, and I’m not going to be baited by you either,” she shot back.“Then fight me, pin me to the ground, and have things your way,” I challenged her.“Coach Gorman told us not to fight him alone if we could avoid it,” Mercy jumped in. “If the Coach couldn’t put him down quickly, you don’t have a chance, Vivian.”That was so cold, and I’d have never thought Mercy could have pulled it off, luring Vivian in the way she did.“Fine, let’s go to the gym and settle this,” Vivian growled her acceptance of my dare.“Let’s fight here,” I countered.“In your room?” she worried.“In life, the arena you find yourself fighting in rarely presents itself as an even surface,” I pointed out.“That would be true, Ms. Phillips,” Dana Gorman confirmed from the entrance.“Dana,” I exhaled with some relief.“That would be Coach Gorman to you, delinquent,” Dana smiled at me.“Coach!” Mercy squealed, hugging the only real adult in the room. I was pleased to note that Vivian seemed genuinely happy at the news of Dana being back on the job too.“Cool it, Mercy,” Dana chuckled. “Technically, I’m still Ms. Gorman until 6:00 a.m. tomorrow morning when my re-instatement goes into effect.” She patted Mercy on the back before they separated. “I am mildly curious as to what you are doing here in Zane’s room, Vivian. I normally credit you with better sense.”“Are you saying I’m senseless, Coach Hot-cheeks?” Rio snickered at Dana.“Rio, my understanding of you begins with your friendship with Zane, which pretty much explains every other insane stunt you two have been involved with since your arrival,” Dana smiled back.“Coach, I can explain,” Vivian finally got out. “I was assigned to Zane as his guardian by the Board of Directors and they said…um…”“That you should go to Zane’s bedroom and get into a fight?” Dana concluded. Vivian gulped, nodded and then shook her head.“Get used to it, Vivian,” Coach nodded knowingly. “If you are going to be hanging around with Zane, you need to get used to things like this happening. These inexplicable events occur on a regular basis. By the way, Zane: Thank you.”“No problem, Coach,” I grinned.“What was that for?” Vivian asked.“Zane fought to get my job back,” Dana Gorman nodded.“Why would he do that?” Vivian wondered. “You put him through hell.”“Yeah, I was asking myself the same question,” Rio chimed in.“She’s good for the university,” I answered, “and they were going to cancel the athletics program.”“Vivian, you should be more concerned how you are going to beat Zane,” Dana stated.“Valerie, could you get Vivian one of your sports bras and a pair of Rio’s shorts?” I requested.“I’m not going to strip in front of you,” Vivian said indignantly as Valerie left to do as I asked.“I’ll leave the room if you like,” I shrugged.“I’ll take video evidence,” Rio leered at Vivian.“Rio, I’ll slam you inside one of Zane’s wardrobes if you don’t behave,” Dana warned.“Zane will stick up for me,” Rio puffed out her chest defiantly.“Yeah, I was considering that,” Dana laughed. “That turns a six-second fight into a sixty-second fight, but you are still ending up in the closet.”“And to think Rio spent so many of her formative years coming out of the closet,” Paige jabbed.“Paige, I’d slap you for that but I know Zane doesn’t want a bruise on that swank body of yours.” Rio taunted the tender-fleshed albino Paige.“I keep begging him to trade you to me for a night but Zane insists that you two are exclusive for now,” Rio kept at it despite Paige’s arousal. “I’m holding out for you, though.”“I’m confident that Zane will keep making the right decisions,” Paige rose to the challenge.“Wait,” Vivian waved her hands sideways, “Zane is really sleeping with a bunch of women? I thought that was an exaggeration.”“Did I come at a bad time?” Barbie Lynn spoke up. She was holding a suitcase and a carry-on bag. Behind her was Millicent with one suitcase and Raven with a dress bag. I was reminded that Barbie Lynn would be moving back into the dorm as dorm mother in the morning, but she was currently between places and clearly expected to spend the night here, in my room, with me.“Come on in,” I offered Barbie Lynn as I crossed over to get her bag. Vivian stepped up and put a hand on my arm to stop me.“Barbie Lynn will not be staying in your room tonight!” Vivian laid down the law.“Vivian, you always ranked higher than me in the club hierarchy and I have a bad knee, but if you have a problem with me, face me, not Zane,” Barbie Lynn growled.“Don’t worry, Babe,” I soothed Barbie, “I’m working on a solution right now.”“Zane, slap this skank” (referring to Vivian), Rio snarled. “She put her hand on you so defend yourself all over her punk ass.”“Vivian is only doing her job,” I addressed Rio. “I’m not going to hold that against her.”“Zane, is this another one?” Raven inquired about Vivian’s sexual status with me.“No. She’s my official guardian, and as soon as I kick her ass, she’s going to sleep on one of the main room’s sofas for a month,” I explained.“No, when I win, I will exclude everyone from this floor except you, me and the dorm mother,” Vivian countered.Valerie came bolting into the room with the clothes, Opal, and Cappadocia.“I will go change into shorts outside. Vivian, you change here. Coach, can you referee the match?” I tried to bring some order to the chaos. Vivian ground her teeth but took the clothes and started to strip before I got my own clothes.“Zane, stay on - change in the corner. There are too many freshmen girls out there,” Vivian conceded.“You two should decide if you want to stick to Zane’s bedroom or cover the entire floor,” Dana stated.“I leave that to Vivian,” I allowed. Vivian chose the full floor and Dana decided that things would remain cluttered – the students would remain on the floor as obstacles to fight around, believing we were good enough to not smack a civilian.“Good job, Vivian,” Dana congratulated her senior student. “Use the terrain to counter his reach advantage."Any advice for me?” I asked.“Yes. Don’t get that pretty face beaten up,” she smiled snidely at me.“That will teach Zane to take your side on anything,” Rio sneered.“I’m not on your faction’s side, Rio,” Dana confirmed, “but it doesn’t mean Zane and I aren’t friends.”“I’m fine,” I assured Rio. “Tell us when, Coach.” Dana looked Vivian and I over.“Go!” she snapped.Vivian caught me off guard by running away but I quickly gave chase. She compounded the situation by scrambling across a pool table in play then kicking at me when I came around the side. She followed up on that advantage with a series of punches that drove me over the back of a chair. Girls were screaming, squealing, and running all around us.She advanced around the chair so I bolted over the closest sofa. Now Vivian pursued. She launched a flying kick over the sofa. I folded under it and was a millisecond faster on the recovery. My punch hit her in the ribs and pushed her back. A flurry of blows rained down on me. I tried to drive her back but Vivian’s technique was too close to perfect for me to beat through.Vivian switched up with a series of swift front kicks to buy some room, then started maneuvering again.“She’s a righty,” Valerie told me. That meant she was right-handed, thus she made most of her attacks and blocks from the right, covering the left instinctively. Since the right was not significantly stronger in most athletes, you could wear down an opponent by concentrating your attacks on the over-extended right, or so the theory went.Even then, it took two minutes to catch her calf with a kick and put her down. She rolled out of my attempted hold but ended up on her ass, back to a chair.“Five-minute break,” I offered. Vivian blinked but took the hand I offered to help her stand up. “Drink,” I motioned to the juice dispenser. She looked at me funny, then went to get one.“Be careful, Vivian; he’s trying to get inside your head, convince you he’s not such a bad guy,” Dana counseled her female student.“No kind words for me?” I joked.“I already know you are a good guy, Zane. The only reason you cut Vivian some slack was that you would rather have her friendship than the win, which is far more dangerous to Vivian,” Dana winked at me.I took a Grapefruit juice while Vivian drank some Gatorade, both with our backs to the sink. I caught her stealing some looks my way.“Next time I’ll pin you,” she told me while looking away.“We both have to be thinking that or we wouldn’t be fighting,” I responded.“The difference is that I am right,” she said as we made eye to eye contact.“FFU doesn’t teach you to be second best,” I nodded, which brought a smile to her face.“Thirty seconds,” Iona warned us. We picked spots ten feet apart and were ready when Dana gave the word.Since my previous strategy had relied on attrition, Vivian went for a quick, lightning series of attacks. She rebounded off sofas, tables, and chairs as she drove me about the room. At a crucial moment she drove her foot into my thigh above the knee and sent me sprawling into a crowd of observers. As Vivian closed in for the kill, I spilled a startled freshman into her.By the time she disentangled herself from my distraction, I was on my feet. Her glare told me she didn’t approve of my move. We crashed together; she leveraged me over and threw me onto a sofa. We grappled and rolled off the sofa and onto the floor. Vivian rammed an elbow into my throat but I wedged a knee under her hips and propelled her over my head.“You’ve done a good job, Coach Gorman,” Valerie lauded Dana on Vivian’s performance.“She’s either three or four on the team,” Dana informed the group. “It is her or Evangeline fighting for third, with Cappadocia and Wilhelmina being second and first.”“You have some weird damn names at this school,” Valerie commented.“This from an outlaw biker chick with the handle of Valkyrie?” Dana teased. “Of course, I’m also still trying to figure out how a guy who is knocking boots with Barbie Lynn Masters is giving the time of day to Paige here.”“Hey!” Paige squawked. “Zane thinks I am very good at sex, I’ll have you know.”“Trouble,” Barbie Lynn moaned. Vivian had faked me out and put a foot into my stomach that sent me cartwheeling. Me, I’d have kicked me in the calves and thighs to weaken me up but Vivian went for a stomp to my diaphragm. I rolled away, then kicked out. This is where my greater reach came into play; Vivian couldn’t fall back fast enough and I put my heel into her hip.I was up a hair before Vivian could make a counterstrike. I rolled her thrust under my arm, caught the limb and rolled the two of us onto the ground. She placed a hand underneath her and tried to shake free of me. I locked her arm, twisted, and leaned into her body.“Do you give?” I asked softly. I had her pinned and I doubted anyone here besides Dana could have escaped.“No,” she hissed. I could sense people gathering around.“Time for another five-minute break?” I inquired a little louder. Vivian gave one last surge of resistance, then relaxed.“Fine,” she grumbled, “five minutes.” I rolled off and offered her a hand.Vivian ignored it, choosing to get on all fours, then stand. She was about to walk way when she turned and extended her hand to me. She shook and headed back to the closest bar.“Zane?” at least five different girls asked me at once. I wasn’t sure why I’d let Vivian up either.“Dude, if you lose this, I am personally going to use my strap-on on your ass,” Rio growled.“I’m going to go home and start researching the most painful applications of acupuncture possible,” Paige enlightened us all.“I’ll take care of your hurts,” Barbie Lynn sympathized.“You are such a slut,” growled Rio.“No,” Opal interceded. “I think that Brandi, Barbie Lynn and I are going to be taking comfort with Zane when the rest of you bimbos have lost faith in him, leaving him lost and forlorn.”“How many of you am I going to have to fight off?” Vivian sounded worried. It was beautiful music to my ears, not to be blamed for once.“There is me,” Iona chirped, “and wait until Heaven shows up. Forty-eight hours without her Zane-fix and she’s going to look forward to dismembering someone,” she added with a pleasant sincerity. Vivian looked to me skeptically.“It is entirely my fault,” I confessed with upraised hands, “I should learn to say 'no’ from time to time. I keep leading these fine young ladies on.”“Do you see why you need to win now?” Dana asked Vivian, who looked uncertain. “You are Zane’s only hope of surviving the school year. You are a lifesaver.”“Oh, okay; let’s get back to it then,” Vivian sighed. I rolled my shoulders and followed. The second Dana gave us the nod, we attacked one another. I had hoped to catch Vivian off-guard and clearly Vivian thought the same thing.In close, Vivian had the advantage. She got several blows into my right side and I never fully recovered. Vivian got a foot behind my left leg and tumbled me down as I grabbed her shirt. Her shirt tore, we rolled – first her on top, then me before we broke up. I jabbed, she tumbled back and regained her feet, I backed up and did the same.Vivian tossed her ruined shirt aside and readied herself. Maybe a half dozen people in the room followed the next exchange of blocks and blows, Vivian hammering away at my right while I clipped her left shoulder and stomach. I saw an opening, tried to flip her but she pulled me down and ended up on top. She cocked back her fist to strike with her right while pinning my shoulder with her left.I had a hand poised at her armpit and the other half-raised to block. Vivian realized she was about to clock me in the head hard; my block wouldn’t be fast enough. Something passed between us at that moment. I hooked her under the arm, flipped us over, and landed on top. Vivian twisted her arms but I twisted my block into a wrist hold and pinned the other when she attempted to break the hold.For that second, I had her pressed to the ground, our breasts heaving from the exertion.“Okay,” she said softly. I immediately let go of her wrists and got off of her in all haste. I offered to help her up and this time she took it without hesitation. We stood there, clasped hands held at her chest level, facing and studying the other’s features.The cheering broke out the moment the freshmen student body realized the fight was finally over and that I had somehow come out on top. I tilted my head slightly because I really had to know why she let me win but I never got the words out.“I really don’t know,” Vivian whispered.My well-wishers pulled us apart and I was getting slapped on the back and kissed. I noted that Dana, Barbie Lynn, Valerie, and Mercy stood around Vivian. Valerie must have seen what really happened and wanted to know why. Mercy had probably been reminded of whose side she theoretically belonged to. Barbie Lynn would be Dorm Mother again, making Vivian her charge, and Dana was her instructor after, which explained everyone’s presence.“So, can we have our own little celebration?” Paige requested, her pale eyes burning bright.“I have a church meeting in an hour,” I frowned. Rio and Iona were in the room with us but were close to the screen entrance, giving Paige and I some space.“We could sneak something in,” Paige winked hopefully.“You are many things to me, Paige, but you are not someone I want to leave after only a quickie,” I looked down at Paige as I wrapped my arms around her. She pouted but clearly wasn’t too angry with my decision. Outside her odd fascination with me, Paige was a clever, logical girl.“I believe Heaven is going to be all over you this evening,” Paige sighed. “Friday is for your Aunt Jill and Saturday is the Block Party, so what are my chances for Thursday or Sunday?”“I was hoping to make Thursday night a sleep-over sort of thing and I’d like it if you were here,” I asked. “I really don’t want to commit my Sunday until I’m sure Heaven is okay. You have to admit she’s had a really lousy week.”“I don’t have to admit anything, Zane, but I make allowances because you mean well,” Paige smiled. “I chose to accept that your loyalty to Heaven is a mirror of the loyalty you show me.”“It has nothing to do with bouncy, bouncy, bouncy?” I teased.“No,” Paige wiggled tightly against me. “That would be an irrational decision based on memories of deep sexual pleasure and I’d never confess to that.” I felt her place a gentle kiss on my chest. I answered with a kiss to the top of her head.“Now scoot,” I commanded. “You are far too distracting and I do have to get going.”Paige rubbed her body against me as she moved past to the entrance; Iona and Rio came my way as I got dressed.“I should have Mercy tied down, gagged, and blindfolded by the time you get back,” Rio grinned.That was her way of asking my permission to use my room without actually asking.“I’ll make sure Vivian is set up before you get back,” Iona informed me with upbeat energy.“Iona, since I hate Mercy Chaplain, why don’t you spend the weekend with me?” I asked. The implication was that Rio would be tearing Mercy up all weekend long.“I’d love to,” Iona hugged me.“Sleep in his bed,” Rio chuckled.“I plan to,” Iona boasted.“Lose your virginity,” Rio teased.“No,” Iona gave Rio a raspberry. “Zane loves me the way I am.”“Are we going to cuddle?” I smiled warmly down at her.“Damn Skippy!” she chirped. “I’ll even sleep in the nude because I trust you so much.”“Busted!” Rio laughed at me. I groaned, finished getting dressed, and made my own way out.Before I could make my escape from the main area, Vivian flagged me down.“Vivian, I’m going to…” I started to say. She lifted up her phone in response.“Your schedule is online,” Vivian pointed out. “What I was wondering was why you are still using the fifth floor showers when you have showers in the Solarium now?”“Wow, are you offering to shower with me?” I faux-gasped. “That didn’t take you long.”“No!!” Vivian glared with some exasperation. “I’m trying to limit your contact with naked women.”No one within earshot was rude enough to laugh out loud.“I could say something like 'shower with me and I’ll respect your virginity,’ but I’ll respect your virginity no matter what,” I gazed upon Vivian. “I do formally request that you allow me to continue to shower on the fifth floor. I hope you don’t disregard my request out of hand.”Vivian levelly met my gaze, then nodded.“I’ll think about it,” she allowed.“Holy Smokes,” Brandi whispered from nearby, “he’s broken down the wall.” Vivian flinched.“No,” Opal whispered back, “but she’s no longer ready to castrate him in the next fifteen seconds either.” That observation made Vivian crack a glimmer of a grin. I took it as my cue to run for it.*Being dead is wonderful; you never get tired and you have all the time in the world to regret how you ended up this way*Thank you Frontma for inspiring me to keep writing so she can polish off the rough edges.(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I’d like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)OFFICIALLY AN AFFAIROnce they got over me 'borrowing’ certain gear from some of the male committee rooms, the Festivities Committee fell in line with Rochelle Wellington’s agenda. I sat back as normal while they hashed out how best to use the new imagery that I’d provided courtesy of the girls at FFU. At this, my second meeting, I chose to sit behind Sahara Penny, Pastor Bill’s wife.I learned she was Lebanese Christian and she’d married William Penny when he was in the US Navy, before he became a priest. There were a ton of things left unsaid about her opinion of his ministry and I got the definite opinion that Bill had left his last post because everyone thought Sahara had an indiscretion with a young male parishioner. My guess was that if a young male parishioner was involved, the cheater was that bastard Bill.As an added insult, Sahara’s name wasn’t even Sahara; that was the name Bill had listed on their marriage certificate because he found her Lebanese name difficult to pronounce. Her minority background, coupled with her husband, the pastor, letting everyone think she was a cheating whore, made Sahara the pariah of this little community.Because I had absolutely nothing going on in my life, I had to avenge Sahara. Being dumber than a box of rocks certainly didn’t hurt my determination. By the end of the session I had managed to accomplish four things. I’d helped Sahara feel better about herself and know she had a friend in me. If you have ever felt alone and isolated in the world you know how good that can feel.I had confused Mrs. Bainbridge as to my actual intentions; she thought I was cozying up to Sahara instead of Rochelle. The committee was mildly impressed that I had both shown back up and had appeared to bust my hump in contributing to their efforts at what their menfolk thought was a joke.Most importantly to me, I had gotten a few covert smiles from Rochelle Wellington for both my help to the other members and to my efforts with Sahara. As wife of the mayor, she wasn’t supposed to make waves, which included things like befriending someone the men had designated to be on the 'Shunned’ list. I was forgiven for my transgression because I clearly didn’t give a fuck about what any of them cared.When the meeting broke up Kendra Bainbridge, Sahara, Rochelle and I were quickly the last ones left. I hovered close to Sahara as we made our way to the door.“Zane, you need to return this equipment to the proper room,” Rochelle reminded me.“Sahara, why don’t we walk to our cars together?” Kendra suggested sweetly.This was the most I had heard Kendra address Sahara in the short time I had known them.It was clearly also her attempt of a cock-block on Sahara and I, which was a fortunate misread on the situation between myself and the Pastor’s wife.“That would be nice, Kendra,” Sahara replied. She reached out and stroked my elbow. “Thank you, Zane,” she added with a smile.Kendra departed, smug in her victory, leaving Rochelle and I alone.“I’ll get this equipment put away and be right back,” I told Rochelle. “Could you make sure all the new files are backed up to my account?”“Of course, Zane,” she smiled warmly, and set to work. I raced to get things squared away and hurried back. She remained at the table completing her work, coat off, when I moved in behind her.“Are we still friends?” I asked softly as I leaned in next to her ear.“Of course,” she turned her head so our gazes were only inches apart. I made to kiss her on the lips; she recoiled so I waited. I wasn’t afraid I’d spooked her; she wanted passion and the sense of freedom that came for embracing a choice all her own.The fear drained away and she completed our encounter. She was tentative at first and I mostly let her take the lead for the first two minutes until she became more confident. When the time was right I turned her in the chair and pulled her up by each hand. My hands went to her neck while hers settled on my hips.“We have our boundaries?” Rochelle questioned me.“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “Your neck,” I kissed her neck, “ear,” I kissed her ear, “and cheek are all on my side of the boundaries.” I had gotten as far as fondling the breasts last time around but I had time to coax her that way and was in no hurry.“Where are your boundaries?” I inquired of Rochelle as I lowered my hands around her hips.“I definitely think we should keep the boundaries at the waistline,” she suggested.“So you want my waistline, but was that up or down?” I smiled.“What?” she blushed.“Do you want to keep your hands above my waist – say to the stomach and chest, or you could go down below the belt?” I teased. “Just kidding,” I let her off the hook. Instead, I moved my lips to her face and came to a stop there.“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Rochelle sighed.“Okay,” I was disappointed, “but you will have to tell me to let go of you first.”“That isn’t fair,” she moaned, as she pressed her body against me and rested her forehead on my shoulder. I doubted it helped her resistance when her stomach pressed against my highly aroused cock.“Zane,” Rochelle choked out, “I’ve been a good wife for thirty years. I’m a pillar of the community and a loyal member of this congregation. What am I doing with a man younger than my youngest baby?”“Rochelle, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, but I’m not going to lie about wanting you.”“I don’t think you are running away from your husband and family; I think they have moved on without you, despite all you’ve done to make them a part of your life. If you end up alone three or more times a week, give us a shot; if not, you are doing okay and should stay where you are,” I advised.“I don’t want to lose you,” Rochelle worried.“You are not going to lose me, Rochelle. You are beautiful and that is not going to change; even if you are unattainable and I have to watch you from afar,” I soothed her. She seemed to swell up with happiness in my arms.“That isn’t fair one bit,” she moaned.“Fine. I don’t find you attractive; I am going to forget you the moment I walk out this door and I’ll never look at you again,” I taunted her. “Happy? You are off the hook.”“Maybe if you were a better liar,” Rochelle looked up at me smiling, “Remember that I am married to a politician.”“Oh, then tell me if I’m lying: I want to pick you up, press you onto this table and make love to you until you scream with pleasure,” I challenged.“What about our boundaries?” she panted.“I’m trying really, really hard to honor them but you aren’t making it easy,” I confided in her. Rochelle decided to change tacks. She backed away and leaned against the table, facing me, with her arms supporting her upper body as she reclined.“We shouldn’t do this,” she told me, but even as she shook her head, she smiled and bit her lower lip provocatively.I pursued her, Rochelle spreading her legs to allow my body to better press down on her. I kissed her fervently several times before she spoke.“Stop,” she whispered. “I can’t.” I began working open the buttons on her blouse. Rochelle rolled her head back so that my lips and tongue played along her throat.“Ah, Zane, you should stop that,” she exhaled as she gently held one hand to the back of my head as I kissed her breasts through her bra. “There are three hooks,” she added as I started slipping her bra off. She pushed away from the table so I could slip her shirt and bra down. Since I had her off the table temporarily, I elected to unzip her skirt from the side and drop that and her slip to the carpet.She was looking horribly vulnerable being so nearly naked, down to white panties, thigh high white stockings, and black shoes. Sure, she was plump in the middle and her rich, swelling breasts sagged, but they were gorgeous to hold and behold. I more than evened the playing field, stripping completely naked. Rochelle moaned when she saw me exposed and she trembled with lust. I was sure she thought about running away or running at me, but she chose something in between.Rochelle reached forward and tenderly grabbed my penis in one hand.“Oh, my,” she gasped. I moved closer, brushed her hair aside and put my hand to the back of her head. I brought her into yet another kiss, this one longer and more passionate than the rest.“I am going to move one step at a time,” I told her softly, our faces barely an inch apart, “but I am going to take you tonight.”Rochelle’s first nod was timid, but they became very enthusiastic. I rested my hands on the lush flesh just below the hips and lifted her halfway onto the table.“I think I’m violating your boundaries,” I grinned wickedly. First her eyes flared, she looked surprised, and finally she let her giggle turn into a laugh.She gave my cock a delicious twist.“I think we are way beyond that,” she panted happily. I pressed into her, bobbing in for a kiss, withdrawing for her smile, and going in again. It took over a minute for Rochelle eventually to feel comfortable and self-assured enough to kiss me on the neck. I thrust my pelvis into her as a response.That appeared to be what it took for Rochelle’s emotional dam to burst. She wrapped her stocking clad calves around each thigh and began kissing my shoulder and chest with hungry little pecks.“Zane,” she panted as she yanked on my cock, “I haven’t had sexual intercourse in twenty years.”My first thought was 'Crap, someone else trying to squeeze my cock off,’ but I realized that was unfair, plus she had delivered five children.“Rochelle, can I be crass and crude with you?” I said softly. That clearly wasn’t what she expected to hear; still she consented.“Rochelle, I know it has been a long time since you’ve had sex, and it has probably been very vanilla. Have you ever had sex bent over a table?” I wondered.“No,” she blushed. “I’ve only had sex on a bed…on my back. Isn’t that normal?”“Um, okay. I’m going to fuck you, Rochelle; I am going to nail you, make you scream and cry and beat your fists in ecstasy,” I threatened her. “How does that make you feel?”“I…” she gulped, “that scares me but…” nothing was said for several seconds.“Damn it,” I hissed, “your body is tormenting me.” Rochelle gasped and trembled once more. I dove into her left breast and bit down. She pulsed against me; then I started pressing her down on the table. Removing her panties was remarkably easy after that.I let my cock, still in her hand, rub against her slit. When her labia parted her fluids quickly coated the tip. I moved it up and down while we kissed, and I mean kissed. Rochelle kept stroking my cheek and hairline. I began pulling and teasing her nipples. A moment later I hooked her legs up until she instinctively wrapped around my waist.When I was rubbing my member along her cunt lips we kissed. When I feasted on her nipples she moaned like a slut and arched her back to entice me further.“Put it in me,” she begged, overwhelmed with desire, “Put it in me now, please.”“Whatever you want,” I whispered in her ear. Using both our hands (I got the feeling she wasn’t sure what she was doing) I wedged my cockhead in between her labia and pushed.Rochelle was snug, not tight, and certainly wasn’t trying to tear the skin off my penis going in. For her part, my partner was going off beneath me chanting 'yes, yes, yes’ and rubbing her body against mine. By the way she was sparking against me, I knew she was close to orgasm.“Ugh – ugh – ugh,” Rochelle squirmed, “Oh, God! Yes!” she exulted beneath my body.She thrust rhythmically multiple times before gracefully resting against the wooden surface.“Oh, my God,” she gasped. “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before, or had it happen so fast.”“That was all you, Elle,” I grinned. “You have built up a great deal of sexual energy over the years and I had better be careful with you or you’ll tear me up.”“Oh – wait, that is a good thing, isn’t it?” she asked from deep within her heaving bosom.“What did I tell you? The bodies of true women are dynamite and need to be handled with care. My main concern is that I can satisfy you,” I confided in her. She had no initial words in response, instead relying on an intense stare.“Elle?” she panted. “No one has called me Elle since my father died.”“Would you prefer I call you something else?” I replied.“No. It was a surprise, that’s all,” she told me. I pushed a little farther into Rochelle as she finished speaking. “Ooohhh,” she murmured.I let Rochelle’s legs fall to the side as I gently coasted in and out of her. I gave her a few minutes of tender sex before pulling out and kneeling between her legs.“What?” she started to mumble before my lips settled onto her cunt and my tongue rolled through her folds. “Oh, wow,” she moaned.Her clitoris was already evident so after a few generous strokes of the tongue, I tilted up and encased her clit in my lips and sucked. Rochelle bucked her hips in reaction and started up a deeply passionate groan. To add to life’s injustices, I was sure no one had ever gone down on Rochelle’s love box before.Despite having already cum once, Rochelle climaxed again inside five minutes.“Oh, God!” was her guttural gasp. Her body jerked, trembled, and stiffened before going still once more. I licked my way up her body, teasing both sides of her belly button, slobbering over her right breast, and ending up driving my tongue into a muscular dance with hers.“Mmmm, is that what I taste like?” she panted, with thankfully a good deal of pleasure.“Now you know one of the reasons I’ll be coming back for more,” I teased.“One; what is the other one?” she grinned wearily.“No, you don’t,” I responded with a kiss to her nose. “You don’t get to have that kind of fantastic reaction to me then act like it was nothing.”“Oh, don’t say that,” Rochelle scolded me, “I know I’m not very good.”“Are you dumping me?” I asked.“No,” she exclaimed anxiously, and clutched me with her hands on my upper arms and thighs pressing on my hips.“Why are you acting as if I didn’t enjoy myself?” I questioned. “You climaxed twice and guys love that kind of thing. My only problem is that we can’t keep giving you the screwing you so richly deserve. If we are missing much longer, they are going to send out search parties.” Rochelle continued to hold me tight but had calmed down a lot. It did take me a moment to figure out that I needed to carry the conversation.“How soon can we get together again?” I asked softly, which was precisely what she wanted to hear.“Maybe we shouldn’t,” she hesitated, but from my experience she was playing with me.“I know I’ve pushed this, Elle, but you are worth every effort. I see a sensual, mature woman abandoned by some guy who clearly didn’t appreciate her finer qualities,” I pledged.“Zane, the risks are so great,” she worried intently. “We could really suffer over this…affair.”“Fine,” I sat up, “I’ll give you up for your sake but you have to promise to do one thing for me.”“What is it?” she hesitantly inquired.“How many young women have been in your husband’s office less than five years?” I opened with.“Two,” she recalled somewhat confused.“The one with the most seniority; tomorrow I want you to go into her office and tell her you know about her liaisons with your husband – her boss – the Mayor,” I advised her. “Don’t act angry. Instead, act comfortable with the news and put her at ease. She’ll be glad to confide in someone, trust me.”“What if she hasn’t had an affair and goes to my husband with this accusation?” Rochelle bit her lip in concern.“Rochelle, you have a seriously hot body and incredible sexual energy. Since your husband hasn’t been neutered that I’m aware of, he’s been getting sex somewhere else. I haven’t heard of a thriving sex industry in town so for discretion’s sake, he is having sex with women he has power over; namely, employees,” I explained.“How did you come up with all of that?” she marveled.“Elle, there is nothing greater in all of God’s Creation than women, body and soul. I notice things that most people miss and appreciate qualities most ignore,” I enlightened her. “You have a smoking body but if you weren’t such a wonderful woman, I wouldn’t be here.”“Ah, you make me feel ten years younger,” she sighed before kissing me on the nipple and chest.“Crap,” I bitched. “That means I only have two more encounters with you before you become jail bait.” That assessment made her laugh joyously.“I’ve lost my mind and I don’t know why,” she breathed in a terribly sexy way, hardly upset at all.“We are leaving now,” I declared, “Because you are so sexy right this instant, if I stay, I’m going to hammer you so hard we are going to break this table. I’m not sure how we can explain that.”“Does the 'hammer me through the table’ line work on younger women?” Rochelle teased.“Do you want me to go grab a younger woman and find out?” I zinged back.“No!” she insisted. “I am sure we are not exclusive but I’m sure I don’t want to share you with anyone I don’t have to. I think we should get together again but I’ll have to contact you.”“Use Felicity’s phone and have her call Rio,” I directed. “She’ll get a message to me.”“Are you going to…seduce Felicity too?” Rochelle inquired warily.“Nope, that has never been my intention,” I answered. I wasn’t sure how to explain to Rochelle that the real worry was Rio kidnapping Felicity for a Lost Weekend of Sapphic splendor. A discussion about homosexuality and my acceptance of it wasn’t in the cards for tonight.“I want her and Lance to have a shot at happiness,” Rochelle said.“I want Felicity to be happy as well,” I evaded. If she noticed my failure to mention her youngest son, she was good enough not to press the matter. We kissed before we walked out the door and left; she went home and I headed home to have dinner with Jill. We had hot dogs and green beans; Jill had a hard three days at work and she wasn’t a diligent cook to begin with.MY SHIRT IS NOT MY FRIENDBefore heading back to campus I stopped by the Kappa Sigma House. I got some rather comfortable attention from the ladies, which was a bit bizarre when it was tag-team action from two sisters I’m pretty sure are lesbians. I stopped by to see Tawny for a minute to talk to her about the block party I might still have an invitation too.I ended up spending a few minutes of alone time with Leigh (okay, Paris is on her bed pretending to study but it isn’t a tiny room).“I know you need to go home soon,” Leigh lured me in with a sympathetic voice. I let her come into my arms and while I was aware she was about to shift me I was still taken aback by her enthusiasm.I landed back-first on her bed and she ended up straddling my crotch with her legs folded underneath her.“Let me help you with your shirt,” she grinned evilly. I wasn’t aware my shirt was in the way or that I wanted it off but what the hell. I started to unbutton my shirt but she slapped my hands away. Instead, she pulled my shirt out of my pants and yanked it up and up until the top was over my head.Once she had it over my face and my arms pinned, she stopped and snickered.“What the…oh, come on, Leigh,” I complained.“You like to be tied up, admit it,” she teased me.“Is your webcam on?” I countered.“If I say yes will you be even more turned on?” she wiggled on my aroused crotch. “Somebody says you will.” Leigh scooted down my body, then placed her tongue on my nipple and blew a cool breath on it. The arousal was agony. Things didn’t get better when she set her lips to the other nipple.“That’s it, Zane,” Leigh moaned, “so fucking big and hard.” She was rubbing her breasts and stomach along my rod, making me wish we were naked once more. Leigh was taking sadistic joy in working my nipples over too. It was so good that I was momentarily confused when she took in both of my nipples at once (honest – I don’t have man-boobs). I had a second tormentor.“Hey, Paris,” I gasped.“Zane, you are so sweet. I am going have to make use of your trellis Friday night because I can’t sleep right remembering how you tongued and dicked me over at the party,” Paris sighed happily. “Here, let me help you breathe.”Paris (?) helped move my shirt from over my chin and lips, which did help me take a deep breath, but in the intake, a nipple and a bit of breast were inserted past my lips. Paris was a 34B but could easily fit a C, and dining on her firm and vibrant flesh was no hardship for me. I figured that I could take two women at one time; I’d done it before.The third presence was perturbing but now both my nipples were covered. It was when a slick cold substance was placed upon my belly that I started to protest. I had the knowledge that there were four women over me when a newcomer initiated some licks, rubbing her flat tongue over me from sternum to belly button.“Oh, wow,” she said &a

Jessica Pena-Manalo is an elementary school music teacher in Seattle's South Park neighborhood. They're also a change agent. Pena-Manalo's students are learning everything from cultural identity to how to collaborate successfully, through the lens of making art. Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman talk with Pena-Manalo about the teacher's dedication to students, to social justice, and above all, to art. NOTE: Jessica Pena Manalo uses they/them pronouns. In Vivian and Marcie's discussion, Pena Manalo is erroneously referred to as "she."  

When Cote Soerens arrived in Seattle's South Park neighborhood with her family, she was drawn immediately to the community spirit. Nine years later, Soerens has been instrumental in the move to not only preserve that spirit, but to carve out spaces that will honor and celebrity the neighborhood in all its diversity. Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman talk with Soerens about what first attracted her to South Park, and the work she's doing to preserve and strengthen the area's unique cultural identity.

60 years ago Seattle hosted a World's Fair. When the last guests departed, the fair's buildings were turned over to a myriad of local arts and cultural nonprofits. What was a fairgrounds is now the Seattle Center, the city's largest and most vibrant cultural hub. This season hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman are exploring four neighborhoods that depend on creative activities to help define and strengthen their communities. After several visits to Seattle Center, they culminate the exploration with LiveXposure, a panel conversation recorded in front of a live, in-person audience on July 22, 2022.

For 25 years, the City of Seattle has sponsored a series of community festivals collectively know as Festal. The 24 festivals celebrate different ethnic and cultural groups from all corners of the globe. A little over two years ago, just as the pandemic was gaining force, Heidi Jackson took Festal's helm, navigating the program through online and Zoom activities to the return of live, in-person celebrations Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman talk with Jackson about the Festal program, and the essential role creativity plays in building and reinforcing community.

"The arts can heal," says Holly Jacobson, Executive Director of Path with Art, a Seattle nonprofit that works with people who are moving through trauma. From its Veterans' Choir to fiber arts, Path with Art offers a range of arts classes. Jacobson says she's personally seen how participation has helped people dealing with mental illnesses, homelessness, or other challenging life crises. PwA offers an outlet for personal expression, but it also creates community. Jacobson talks with co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman about the power of both her organization and the arts in general.

The Northwest Folklife Festival has been a Seattle institution for more than 50 years. The annual free event brings together folk artists, musicians and audiences from a wide array of ethnic and cultural communities--from Northwest Indigenous groups to the descendants of the Scandinavian immigrants who call the area home. Folklife Managing Director Reese Tanimura and Artistic Director Ben Hunter talk with co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman about what it means to be a folk artist, how that definition has evolved, and about the role these artists play in sustaining their communities. This episode is the first of four that will focus on Seattle Center, a cultural campus that houses everything from opera, ballet and theater to an under-appreciated public art collection.

In doubleXposure's second season, co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman will explore the connection between arts, community and civic vitality.  In this short preview, they visit the historic Seattle waterfront to talk with public programmer David Rue about how culture creates and fosters community identity.

A new season of doubleXposure is coming your way on June 16th. Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman will focus on the way arts and cultural activities help to build, foster and sustain community identity. We'll explore four Seattle neighborhoods, including Uptown, with the historic Seattle Center campus at its heart. For more than 20 years James Whetzel has programmed the music that inspires visitors to the Center's iconic International Fountain. Check out this short conversation with him.

Thursday, May 19 on Urban Forum Northwest - scheduled guests for the hour that will share their experiences at KYAC, the first Black Owned Radio Station in Seattle and pay tribute to the late Don Dudley, he was the owner of KYAC AM & FM in Seattle. *Former Seattle SuperSonics All Star Spencer Haywood hosted a Saturday night jazz program on KYAC in the 1970's. He will share his memories of those days and pay tribute to the late Don Dudley. * Veltry Johnson was hired as a part time News Reporter at KYAC in 1969, later he became News Director and Station Manager 1972-79. He will comment on his experience at the station and his interactions with Don Dudley. *Vivian Phillips was employed at KYAC as Sales Secretary 1972-75, 75-77 Continuity Director and she was the midday DJ from 1977-1980. Ms. Phillips will share her memories and pay tribute to Don Dudley. *Jesse Wineberry was hired by Don Dudley at KYAC Radio when he was an 18 year old high school senior to Host: Youth City Forum, one of the first youth Sunday call-in programs in the city 1973-78. He will pay tribute to Don Dudley. *S. DeWayne Ticeson held many positions at KYAC AM&FM 1972-1983, accounts and promotions executive and an on air DJ known as the "Gentle Giant". He will share his experience at the station and pay tribute to Don Dudley. *Lee Carter was introduced to KYAC by Veltry Johnson and was hired by the station as a writer, reporter, became News Director and hosted a talk show. He comments on his experience at KYAC and pays tribute to Don Dudley. * Reverend Harriett invites all peace loving people to join her and others to Stand in Solidarity with the Buffalo victims on Saturday, May 21 2:00-5:00 pm at Seattle's Martin Luther King Jr. Civil Rights Memorial Park. Urban Forum Northwest streams live at www.1150kknw.com. Visit us at www.urbanforumnw.com for archived programs and relevant information. Programs are available on Alexa and my podcast. Like us on facebook. Twitter@Eddie_Rye. This program will also air on Saturday 7:00-8:00 am (PDT).

Thursday, May 19 on Urban Forum Northwest - scheduled guests for the hour that will share their experiences at KYAC, the first Black Owned Radio Station in Seattle and pay tribute to the late Don Dudley, he was the owner of KYAC AM & FM in Seattle. *Former Seattle SuperSonics All Star Spencer Haywood hosted a Saturday night jazz program on KYAC in the 1970's. He will share his memories of those days and pay tribute to the late Don Dudley. * Veltry Johnson was hired as a part time News Reporter at KYAC in 1969, later he became News Director and Station Manager 1972-79. He will comment on his experience at the station and his interactions with Don Dudley. *Vivian Phillips was employed at KYAC as Sales Secretary 1972-75, 75-77 Continuity Director and she was the midday DJ from 1977-1980. Ms. Phillips will share her memories and pay tribute to Don Dudley. *Jesse Wineberry was hired by Don Dudley at KYAC Radio when he was an 18 year old high school senior to Host: Youth City Forum, one of the first youth Sunday call-in programs in the city 1973-78. He will pay tribute to Don Dudley. *S. DeWayne Ticeson held many positions at KYAC AM&FM 1972-1983, accounts and promotions executive and an on air DJ known as the "Gentle Giant". He will share his experience at the station and pay tribute to Don Dudley. *Lee Carter was introduced to KYAC by Veltry Johnson and was hired by the station as a writer, reporter, became News Director and hosted a talk show. He comments on his experience at KYAC and pays tribute to Don Dudley. * Reverend Harriett invites all peace loving people to join her and others to Stand in Solidarity with the Buffalo victims on Saturday, May 21 2:00-5:00 pm at Seattle's Martin Luther King Jr. Civil Rights Memorial Park. Urban Forum Northwest streams live at www.1150kknw.com. Visit us at www.urbanforumnw.com for archived programs and relevant information. Programs are available on Alexa and my podcast. Like us on facebook. Twitter@Eddie_Rye. This program will also air on Saturday 7:00-8:00 am (PDT).

doubleXposure co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman give a brief introduction to Season Two, focused on the role arts and culture play in fostering and sustaining communities.

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Longtime cultural consultant and arts advocate Vivian Phillips discusses the intersections of art, culture, community, and equity while reflecting on the development of Arté Noir, a permanent institution in Seattle's Central District dedicated to uplifting Black art, artists, and culture. For show notes and more info: https://ninedotarts.com/podcast-art-for-reparative-investment/

In this episode Dr. Cooper speaks with Vivian Phillips. Vivian  is a communications professional and arts leader.  She is  co-host of the podcast doubleXposure where she and veteran arts  journalist Marcie Sillman use their voice and platform to plumb the  deepest depths and the tiniest cracks of our world to understand how  culture and creativity shape our lives.  Vivian is also the founder and  editor-in-chief of the online magazine Arte Noir, a gathering place to  explore and center the dynamic creativity, soulfulness, and power of  Black art.  In addition to the online magazine, Arte Noir will soon open a  gallery and shop location at Midtown Square in Seattle.   Vivian has served in numerous communications and arts leadership  roles.  She was Director of Marketing and Communications for Seattle  Theatre Group, served as Director of Communications to Mayor Paul  Schell, chaired the 4Culture Board, and the Seattle Arts Commission, co founded the Historic Central Area Arts and Cultural District, sat on the  founding board of LANGSTON, and co-founded The Hansberry Project.   Her service to community has been felt across numerous organizations  and she currently sits on the University of Washington Foundation  Board. Vivian practices as a communications strategic advisor and arts  consultant, actively advocating and creating opportunities for the  inclusion of Black, and artists of color, in major developments and  projects across the city.   

As the pandemic heads into a third year, we've all learned a lot. In the performing arts world, despite Omicron and other COVID setbacks, producers, presenters and artists are reinventing the rules for live performance. Josh LaBelle, head of Seattle Theatre Group, has been on the frontlines when it comes to writing new rules for live arts, whether that's a touring Broadway show or a rock concert.  He talks with co-host Vivian Phillips about what he's learned, what keeps him up at night and why he stays optimistic.

In late 2021, Seattle's Henry Art Gallery invited doubleXposure co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman to visit the exhibition Packaged Black, featuring artwork by Barbara Earl Thomas and Derrick Adams, and to respond to what we saw. The show is amazing, and we were so moved by what we saw that we thought we'd offer it to you as a bonus episode, a little glimmer of hope for 2022.

When COVID hit the globe in early 2020, Seattle-based choreographer Donald Byrd was getting ready to debut a multi-faceted project called the Race and Climate Change Festival. Like artists around the world, Byrd had to find a new way to create and present his artistic vision. In the process, the 72-year old learned some interesting life lessons. He shares his thoughts with co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman in this interview originally broadcast in August, 2021.

In March 2020, cities around the world shutdown all but the essential activities in the effort to contain the spread of COVID-19. Now, as vaccination rates in the Seattle area hover above 70%, businesses in the downtown core hope to see more traffic on the street and more customers coming through their doors. Jon Scholes, Executive Director of the Downtown Seattle Association, tells co-host Vivian Phillips that the arts are critical to the city's economic and social emergence from the pandemic.

“I'm a Langston baby. I grew up coming in and out of that space,” says Jazmyn Scott, referring to Seattle's historic Langston Hughes Performing Arts Institute. Now, as the director of programs and partnerships for Langston, the non-profit arts org that leads programming for the larger organization, Jazmyn is continuing a life embedded in Black arts and culture and ensuring that others have that same access.Trae and Jazmyn talk about coming up in a family of radio-makers, creatives, and movement organizers and what it takes to program and produce a Black arts institute in such a way that pays that lineage back, and forward.You can find out more about Langston and their offerings and check out their offshoot, the Black Film Festival.This week's Chime In is especially personal; Jazmyn's mom, Vivian Phillips (herself a venerated arts, culture, and media leader), introduces her daughter by way of an idea she sees so clearly in her: “serve your people first.” Vivian co-hosts a podcast called DoubleXposure and runs an arts platform called Art Noir. 

One big challenge for BIPOC led nonprofit cultural organizations is funding. Traditional philanthropic channels have been rethinking how they hand out money and who they give it to. Jonathan Cunningham, a Senior Program Officer at the Seattle Foundation, walks co-host Vivian Phillips through the Creative Equity Fund, aimed specifically for groups led by and serving BIPOC communities.

Seattle's cultural sector is a major pillar of the local economy, yet many politicians overlook it when they craft their policy agendas. On October 4th, hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman got a chance to ask candidates about how arts and culture fit into their visions for Seattle.  In this episode, Marcie and Vivian listen to mayoral candidates Lorena Gonzalez and Bruce Harrell and mull over what they heard.

Vivian Phillips Husband, Senior Vice President - Contact Center and Customer Success Leader for Wells Fargo joins Tom & Bob on the show to discuss the upcoming launch of her podcast on the CX of M Radio Network, the thought that went into the planning for her show, and what listeners can expect when they tune in for her captivating broadcasts.  

The Covid pandemic has hit hard everywhere and in every economic sector. But arts and cultural institutions, and the people who work within them, have been especially hard hit. This year Congress approved ARPA, the American Rescue Plan Act. Co-host Vivian Phillips talks to Brian Carter, Executive Director of 4Culture in King County, Washington, to explain what ARPA is and how it could help the embattled cultural community.

When Covid-19 forced the arts sector to shutdown in March, 2020, the financial impact was devastating. More than 18 months into the pandemic, with cases on the upswing, most presenters are wondering when--and if--things will ever stabilize. Meanwhile, many arts organizations have used the forced closure to rethink their missions, and in the wake of the racial justice uprising, who gets to make artistic decisions. Pacific Northwest Ballet Executive Director Ellen Walker and Michael Greer, President and CEO of Seattle-based Arts Fund, talk to hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman.

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DoubleXposure hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman talk with father/daughter duo Charles and Elisheba Johnson. Charles Johnson is a Macarthur Award-winning writer, educator and cartoonist, author of "Middle Passage" and the recent short story collection "Nighthawks." Elisheba Johnson is co-founder of the Seattle community/cultural hub Wa Na Wari. 

Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman talk with writer Charles Johnson and his daughter, curator and poet Elisheba Johnson, about the connections between art and community, and the social responsibility an artist bears.