For the Patrons - N.C.U. - Part 17
 
Key: MC, FD
 
Description: With the auction over, the men take their prizes home to enjoy. 
 
        The auction went well. Very well. And one by one the men began to leave with their prizes. But I literally just said that in the description, why don’t we look in on what our winners did with their conquests?
 
        Inside of Matt’s dorm room, Jackie was in the comedically small closet getting dressed. He sat on his bed, nervously waiting. He’d always had this fantasy, but now that it was about to happen he couldn’t help but feel himself shaking with anticipation. And then, finally, the closet door slid open, and out stepped Jackie, wearing a very slutty French maid outfit. Long, thigh high white stockings and a very skimpy black skirt with white ruffles on the edge. She had what could only be described as a bra with sleeves on, white ruffled edges around a very tight black base that managed to push up Jackie’s A cups very nicely. She had a black collar around her neck that looked more like a bondage collar than a maid collar, and a tiny little black bow seated along the top of her head. Her hair spilled down her back and she came out with a grace and sexy demeanor that she normally didn’t express, but that was clearly in the back of her mind. 
        “Bonjour monsieur, je suis là pour m'occuper du nettoyage.” she said in perfect French with only a hint of an American accent. 
        “I’m sorry…” Matt stammered, looking at the young woman. “I don’t…I don't speak French!” 
        “Quel vilain garçon! Fantasmer sur une soubrette française sans même parler la langue!” she scolded as she moved closer to the young man who controlled her hypnotized mind, at least until morning. “Je suppose que je vais devoir vous montrer ce que j'ai l'intention de faire.”
        Matt looked up at the young woman from his place on the bed “I…I didn’t…” he started to say before she leaned in, nose to nose with him, and stared into his eyes with a seductive smile. Her hand slid down his body to his jeans and began to unzip them seductively. 
        “Tais-toi et allonge-toi, vilain garçon.” she said with a smile as she pressed her lips to his and pushed him back onto the bed. Her hand pulled his cock out of his jeans and started to slowly stroke him, as she prepared to do her…duties. 
 
        On the other side of campus, in the senior apartment complex, Eve was kneeling on the floor. Her jeans had been removed and she was in nothing but a green bra and panties, and her long hair spilled down her back as her hands were crossed at the wrists behind her back. In her mind she was tied up, she couldn’t move but she was struggling while looking up at the man in front of her who was grinning down at her. “So, got me right where you want me, do you?” she said with a seductive tone, hiding a smile.
        Jason knelt down on one knee, keeping himself just taller than she was, which wasn’t easy given that Eve was nearly six feet tall at her full height. He slowly stroked her face and started to move down her neck towards her breasts. “More or less. You’re mine, and I can do anything I want to you.” he said with a cocky grin. 
        Eve’s expression turned defiant, but she didn’t pull away from his touch. For a split second she let her eyes close before opening them again, this time lust was mixed with her defiance. “I’ll never surrender…I’ll never submit.” she said with an eyebrow raise that was more invitation than rebuttal. 
        “Oh I wouldn’t be sure about that.” Jason replied as he pulled her bra down to reveal her right nipple, and started to slowly slide his finger along it. 
        “What are you going to do, hypnotize me?” she said seductively as she leaned closer to him. “Make me your slave…your mindless plaything…” she leaned in even closer, almost daring him to kiss her. 
        “I could.” the man said with a bit of smile and the hint of a laugh. “I have your trigger.” 
        Eve’s body shivered as she leaned in even more, licking the man’s lips. “You wouldn’t dare. I’d be…helpless…” she licked them again, “and you’d have me at your will.” 
        The man chuckled again. “You could surrender willingly…or I could just make you obey. The choice is yours.” 
        Eve grinned and kissed the man’s lips in a teasing invitation before looking into his eyes “I’ll never surrender, you’ll have to hypnotize me.” she said playfully. 
        The man simply smiled and whispered Eve’s trigger. Her eyes rolled up into her head and her lips parted in a seductive sigh as she sank back down onto her heels. “Command me, master.” she whispered. 
 
        Over in the freshman dorms, John sat with a very limp, very hypnotized Cheyenne. She was sitting in a chair, dressed in a red skirt and her original light blue top. Her hair had been taken out of its braid and was now flowing down her back. “When you wake up, what is it that you will believe?” he asked nervously. 
        “I am Supergirl.” Cheyenne whispered softly. “I was captured…I was helpless. You rescued me…you saved me…I am grateful to you. Very grateful. I want to thank you…I want to please you.” she whispered line by line, as John’s nervous erection threatened to break his jeans. “Perfect!” He was nearly bouncing with excitement as her tilted her head up and whispered, “1…2…3…wake up, Supergirl.” 
        Cheyenne’s eyes opened and she gave the man a warm smile. “You saved me.” she said honestly as she started to rise from her chair. “You rescued me.” She seemed almost surprised that she could have been rescued. 
        The young man started to trip over his own words and his own ideas. “It was…it was nothing you know. I’m just…a hero…like that, I guess.” 
        Cheyenne’s eyes lit up even more as she moved closer to him with a slow smile. “A hero, that sounds right.” She moved her hands to his and gently pulled him closer “My hero… “ she said before leaning in and kissing him. 
        For John this was not only a fantasy come true, it was also his first kiss, so it was, of course, awkward as hell. But Cheyenne was, shall we say, more experienced, and knew exactly what to do to inspire him. The kiss from her was slow and sensual, and ended with her tongue gliding along John’s before she pulled back with a smile. “I need to repay you.” she said as her look became slightly more predatory and she put a finger on his chest and pushed him back towards his bed. “I want…to repay you.” She gave a more confident grin as she pushed him back a few steps further until he landed on the bed. 
        John was too enamored, and horny, to know what was happening in his own fantasy come true. He fell back onto the bed and looked up at Cheyenne as she wiggled her stomach and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, then pulled it up to reveal her breasts, and that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Strap in, little man.” she said with a grin. “You’re about to have a super night.” 
 
        Meanwhile, in the juniors’ dorm, Tommy sat in his uncomfortable desk chair. Behind him, still in her red dress, was Klaire. But instead of her usual annoyance and sarcastic manner, she was very compliant, very happy to be there, and was rubbing Tommy’s shoulders to help him relax. “Do you like this, honey?” she said with a warm smile. 
        Tommy nodded. “It’s perfect, my love.” he said warmly as he leaned his head back to look at her. “The Stepford fantasy is seriously underused these days, don’t you think?” He raised his hand to stroke her cheek gently. 
        Klaire gave him an uncharacteristically warm and friendly smile. “Of course, dear. More women need to be shown that their real place is at home, cooking and cleaning, and being there to please the man in their life.” For a split second you could almost see Klaire’s personality in the background, screaming in anger, but then it was silenced and put back to sleep. She was far too deep to disagree. 
        Tommy let out a small sigh and leaned his head back. Where he was sitting made it land, more or less, directly between Klaire’s breasts. Of course given her current state, she was more than happy to adjust her pose so that her breasts were easily on either side of the back of his head. “Is there any place else you’re feeling tense darling? I’d love to help you to relax.” she said genuinely. 
        Tommy simply grinned and took her hand. “Yes, let me show you dear.” he said as he guided her hand down to his groin. “This area could use some attention. You’d be fine with that wouldn’t you?” he said, almost relishing how helpless she was. 
        “Of course darling, your pleasure is my main purpose in life.” She let her hand glide along his groin as she moved next to him and looked down into his eyes. “Let me help you to get that into a better position.” she said as she leaned in and started to kiss him. And wouldn’t you know it, a few moments later it was much easier for her to massage that area. 
        
        “Oh my gosh! You just don’t understand what it’s like to be here when you grew up in a prestigious area like Napertown!” Carly blurted out with an aura of arrogance in her tone. “Like, the people here, they act like they are important and high class but they really aren’t. They’re just, like, peasants. It’s kind of pathetic!” she said, almost disgusted.  
        “I see…” said Paul as he looked her over with a smile and snapped his fingers. 
        “It’s like, the other day…” Carly started as she slowly stretched out and removed her flannel shirt, “one of my friends and I passed a Jaguar dealership. It’s like. I was shocked that there was one here, like. Can the people here even afford that?”
        “Probably not.” Paul answered, not really paying attention to her prattling as he snapped his fingers again. 
        “LIke, I can see maybe they want one here so people can see what real luxury looks like.” Carly continued as she undid her belt and zipper and dropped her jeans to the floor with a frustrated huff and then kicked them away. “But you should really know your place!” 
        “And what is my place?” he asked with a smile as he snapped his fingers again. 
        “You know!” she said, reaching behind her to unhook her bra. “You’re just…” she paused, almost in disgust, “middle class. You're practically poor!” she finished, looking like she might throw up as she dropped her bra to the floor revealing her breasts without any real sign that she was aware she was doing so. 
        Paul stepped forward and started to caress Carly’s breast slowly, rolling it around in his hand and not even bothering to look at her face. “Is that so?” he asked as he snapped the fingers on his other hand. It was his off hand so it didn’t snap nearly as well, but it didn’t seem to matter to Carly’s hypnotized brain. 
        “Sadly for you, yes.” she said as she pulled her panties down to her knees and then stepped one leg out then the other, careful to not move enough so that his hand moved from her breast. Even if she wasn’t consciously aware of it. “What can I say, it’s just your place. You’re just, ugh…working class. It’s not your fault, but you and everyone else here just need to accept it!” 
        “I see.” Paul said, looking her over with a smile. “And do you know your place?” he asked, trying to hold back a smile. 
        Carly sighed in frustration and annoyance. “Duh!” she replied angrily as she moved to allow him to caress her bare chest more easily. 
        “Then you should be in your place, shouldn’t you?” he asked as he snapped his fingers. 
        Carly didn’t even blink. “You’re right!” she said as she kneeled in front of him and started to unzip his pants. “I should always remember that I’m better than everyone else here and remain in my place of power!” 
        Paul just shook his head with a laugh as she slowly removed his cock from his pants and started to lick it seductively before stopping. “And don’t even get me started on politics!” she said before turning back and sliding his member all the way into her mouth, sucking deeply on it.
        Paul openly laughed and patted her head. “By all means…” he said as she continued to suck on his manhood, “enlighten me.” 
 
To be continued…
 
Featuring Rayne, Trisha, Laura, Christine, Jessy, Jackie, Klaire, Jennifer, Lindsey, Carly, Cheyenne, Eve and Nadia.