Incest/Taboo John Smith Inc

Penny's students get into trouble, April confronts Dinah & more.

Astonished by how much sex she required, Penny realized the need to be discrete. After all she had an image to maintain, she was a university professor. Despite cumming once again, she felt the craving for a female touch. This too, was new. Sure, she'd had lots sex with women before, it was impossible to avoid, being one of John Smith's agents. However, now that she was the mistress of her own ring, the Ring of Kindness, she actually hungered for the touch of a woman.

She thought to herself, "Mistress of the Ring of Kindness, well that fits. But John Smith you didn't tell me my sexual appetite would explode rivaling your own. Damn, I'm practically a nymphomaniac."

With a single thought, she summoned her lovers' girlfriend, who had been napping, on the opposite side of her bed. Penny had literally worn her out. It was her first time being with another woman. And after t tonight, Penny knew it wouldn't be her last. It wasn't her fault, tempted by her boyfriend's suggestion to have a threesome, every man's fantasy, to be with two women at once. They talked about occasionally. She never really expected to enjoy eating pussy or having her pussy being eaten so well. The poor girl had never cum so much in her life. Penny worried that she may have overdone it. The unfortunate girl came so many times she screamed herself hoarse and passed out from all the pleasure. Penny would go easy on her. For now, all Penny required wad to have her marvelous breasts fondled. Penny loved the way another woman suckled and worshiped her tits. There is something to be said about a woman's touch.

"Don't stop dear, just because your girlfriend wants to play with my tits, again. You're doing fine. Your cock feels good. Yes, that's a nice pace. Keep it going."

Being in a relationship was all new for Curtis Johnson, he'd never met anyone like Amy Nguyen. She was a fun-loving coed he met in his classes. Although she loved having fun, she was deadly serious when it came to her education. A second generation American, her parents had sacrificed a great deal for her to have a chance at attending the university, she wasn't going to waste it.

They were an unlikely couple. At 5'11" Amy was tall for a Vietnamese American, regardless of her diet she remained thin but possessed large breasts that looked even larger on her narrow frame. Curtis was a big man. Not fat, large, well over 6'3" although he played all sports in high school, he wasn't good enough at any to play at the college level. So, he dedicated himself to building a strong body, just shy of body builder physique. For years he divided his time between the gym and his studies, until he met Amy.

They met after one of their classes. There was an immediate spark. She laughed at his jokes and he love her quick wit. They enjoyed the same movies, just about anything that Marvel produced and of course others, they laughed and cried watching Avengers End Game. Best of all, they enjoyed the same music.

They were in many of the same classes despite having completely different majors. They found themselves spending more and more time together, so it made sense to become exclusive. Unfortunately, Curtis was having a hard time break free from his previous "player lifestyle", but Amy was worth it, he kept reminding himself.

As fate would have it, when one of his old buddies had asked him to stop by his house for a drink and to "shoot the shit", he shouldn't have been surprised to discover that he'd been invited to a party. His buddy had too many girls and needed a stud like Curtis to help him with all the pussy. Curtis did have reputation for being a lady's man. Although Curtis informed his pal that he was off the market, he owed his friend a short visit. That night, strangely enough, Curtis worked hard to fend off all the women that were coming on to him. Some were very pretty and very interesting, and had he not been committed to Amy he'd entertained one or two. But most were just so-so and were high on alcohol, weed or some kind drugs. His turn downs only seemed to embolden these women, they couldn't or wouldn't take no for an answer. He tried to keep moving, but they couldn't keep their hands off him. He tried to explain that he was in a relationship and was no longer "that guy", but his presence at the party spoke much louder. They surmised he was just playing hard to get.

Having stayed long enough to fulfill his obligation to his buddy, Curtis was ready to leave when his phone rang, it was Amy. Despite not having any plans together, she missed him and decided to call.

He should have let it go to voicemail, or taken the call outside, but feeling like he needed to make a statement, he excused himself and answered it. Hearing the music and female voices in the background it was obvious to Amy that Curtis was at some kind of party. And although she wasn't' the jealous type, Amy was suspicious. Her girlfriends warned her of Curtis' reputation, although she dismissed it, this party did raise her skepticisms.

Even though Curtis truthfully explained what happened, Amy insisted that if it was a party with one of his friends, she needed to be there. Explaining it wasn't that kind of party, did no good, she insisted that he pick her up or they could call off their relationship.

One of the girls hitting on Curtis was Wendy, a wild blonde with a nice figure and an evil smile. She and Curtis grew up in the same neighborhood in Oakland. For a long time, she harbored a huge crush for Curtis, but he was older and back then she was just a foolish young girl. By the time she was old enough, their lives had taken very different paths and no longer moved in the same circles. However, she never got over her first love and promised herself that if she ever saw him again, she wouldn't miss the opportunity. Tonight, was the first time she'd seen him in years. Despite being into some serious drugs, Wendy still turned more than a few heads. She slipped into the bathroom to check her face, she was only gone a minute, but when she returned, she was furious to learned that Curtis had left.

When she asked around, she learned that he promised to return with the "old ball and chain", that's when Wendy's anger and jealousy abetted her in the development of a plot that would deliver what she had long wanted. As for his girlfriend, she would get a taste of living on the wild side, a lesson for taking her man.

Returning to the party a short time later, Curtis and Amy found the party in much the same state as when he left, a few more guys had arrived but the ratio was still close to 3:1 in favor of women. Small groups were beginning to form, instead of couples, but there were a few of those, too. The groups were three women and one guy and some groups were all women. Curtis noticed, but Amy was oblivious to all this.

Still unable to convince the naive Amy that this wasn't the kind of party she'd want to attend, but Amy was stubborn. Had Curtis told her it was a wild party where sex was definitely a possibility Amy may have reconsidered, but she may have been done with Curtis, he feared. So he introduce Amy to the few buddies and acquaintances, thinking they'd have a drink and leave before things got out of control. He was glad that he was able to talk her into a more casual attire, jeans and blouse, nevertheless she still stood out.

Greeting them warmly, Wendy offered each of them a bottle of Dos Equis which they watched her pull from the portable ice chest in the kitchen. Was it just Amy's imagination, or something more? Amy didn't like the way Wendy was looking at Curtis? But she shrugged it off, she only just met Wendy, it was probably nothing.

Despite not being a fan of beer, and her desire to fit in, Amy accepted the beer. Curtis opened both bottles and the two clicked their bottle necks together and took long pulls. Little did they know, Wendy prepared these two bottles specially for the unsuspecting couple. Fifteen minutes later, Amy had polished off her beer, she and Curtis were making their final rounds, ready to call it a night. Amy noticed that people were becoming more friendly. People were touching more and clothing was being removed. Perhaps Curtis was right, this may be one of "those parties". Suddenly Amy began to feel really inebriated and stubbled almost falling into a group of women who were swapping spit while another was sucking on a plump nipple.

Fortunately, Wendy was nearby an offered to help Amy to the bathroom, in case she had to hurl. Amy gratefully accepted her assistance. Curtis too was suddenly feeling very wasted, but his muddled mind didn't connect the coincidence. He slumped on a nearby couch watching Wendy quickly lead Amy away. Seeing their chance, two of Wendy's girlfriends decided to get Curtis ready, fully aware what Wendy had done.

The party shifted gears, less and less clothing remained and more skin appeared, the house temperature seemed to increase on its own as if someone had silent signaled it was time to fuck! Everywhere couples, trios and small groups were feverously engaging in every fashion of sex.

Wendy pulled the disoriented Amy past the open bathroom and into a bedroom, where two naked couples were fucking on a double bed, Amy began to panic. Wendy was ready and wasn't going to hear any of it and flung the helpless young woman to the floor. "Look slut, we're all here to fuck and have fun, and so are you! You came here to fuck as many people as possible, and so you will. We're going to start here. You're already very horny, so get ready to fuck your brains out."

For some reason, Amy believed that Wendy was right. She was incredibly horny, she could use a good fucking. "Okay, where was Curtis, he fucks me so good, with his big cock." Amy replied using language she never used and why was she sharing such intimate details with a woman she'd just met. She and Curtis didn't fuck, they made love.

Stifling a laugh, Wendy smiled, the drug was working perfectly. "Curtis is busy. But these people here want to fuck you and you besides, you said you wanted to try group sex to please Curtis."

A wily smile creep over Amy's face, she looked up watching the two couples fucking and she licked her lips. One woman was being fucked from behind, while the other was reverse cowgirl, her large tits bouncing wildly as she cried out. Amy's mind tried to fight, "No that not true, Wendy's just fucking with me." But despite the rejection, Amy felt her pussy becoming very wet as she imagined what group sex would be like, imagining trading places with the big breasted woman as she squealed announcing her climax.

Seeing Amy was lost in her mind, believing what she was told was true, Wendy decided it was time to get back to Curtis. "I'll be back to check on you in a little while," she told Amy like she was her best friend. Before leaving she addressed the foursome, "Just tell her what to do. She's very interested in trying anal and girl on girl." Amy was shocked at what Wendy had said, but she couldn't deny it was true. "How did Wendy know that about me? We'd just met for the first time tonight." She wondered.

Returning Wendy found the sluts she called friends sucking on Curtis' huge cock, while he was playing with their tits. She was startled as she saw the size of his cock. Wendy was hoping that he was large, she loved big cocks, but this was bigger than she had imagined. Almost pushing her friends away, she said, "Okay slut, thanks for getting things started, now why don't you two go find some pussy to eat, this one is mine." The women scurried away, Wendy had a reputation for being violent and selfish when it came to her men.

"Hey Stud, couldn't wait for me to return, huh?" Wendy said as she moved to the couch and began stroking the huge male muscle, occasionally licking the sides. Curtis sank further back into the couch, dazed. Reminiscing of how he'd used to enjoyed these kinds of parties in the past, his large cock on display, massaged, being licked and sucked by different women. Coming back to reality, he was baffled, he didn't know how he'd gotten so hard so quickly. It was beginning to ache; Wendy's sucking was helping though. "Yes, suck that cock," he said.

He was still in his head, "Why did he take out his cock when the two women asked him? At least I was shrewd enough to ask them to take off their tops, it was only fair. They did have nice tits," he thought, as his mind wandered. "I love tits. It would have been wrong not to let them play with my cock. I liked it when the one with the bigger tits wrapped them around my cock, moving them up and down for me. She had to stop when her friend got angry because she was hogging it all for herself. Hmmm...tits and cock..." Curtis was feeling good, Wendy knew how to suck cock.

Suddenly something seemed very wrong. Like he'd forgotten something very important. "Amy", he was waiting for Amy. "We were going back to her apartment and..." A moment of clarity broke through the pleasant fog, "Where's Amy?" He managed to say despite how good Wendy's hands and mouth was making his cock feel.

"Forget about Amy," Wendy said. "She's just down the hall in the bathroom. She'll be coming soon enough. Just enjoy, Curtis. Don't you love how good I suck cock?" Cutis smiled and nodded as Wendy resumed sucking his big shiny cock.

Wendy had no idea how long the drugs would last, probably all night. She'd never used them like this. Curtis was a big guy, she knew his metabolism would burn through the drug more quickly, so she needed to speed things up. "Tell you what big boy, why don't you get out of those clothes and fuck me like you mean it. And if you are good, I might let you eat me out when you're done."

The "fuckfest" was in full swing. All around them naked people were fucking and sucking. The grunts, groans and shrieks were just loud enough to be heard occasionally over the hard rock music. Wendy's suggestions were like commands and Curtis immediately forgot all about Amy. Pulling off his clothes and tossing them aside, he was eager to fuck this girl from his past whom he hardly. He barely knew she existed, and never thought they'd get together to fuck. She wasn't his type, wild and unpredictable and prone to violence. Until now, he thought that was strange, she was a "bad girl", and his cock was doing the thinking. It was harder and bigger than he'd ever been before. Of course, it was due to the Viagra that was part of the drug concoction he unwittingly consumed in his beer.

"Like what you see? I bet you've never seen anything this good, have you stud?" Wendy said as she stood in front of Curtis completely naked displaying her tattooed and body piercings. Her nipples were pierced with gold barbells, her shaved pussy sporting a gold ring in her right labia.

"Damn girl!" Curtis said, eager to fuck her, "Bring that ass over here."

While Curtis was ogling Wendy, she was admiring Curtis' Adonis like body, cut abs, and hard cock pointing to the ceiling. "Jackpot!" Wendy thought, "He's mine now!"

Oblivious to the rest of the fucking going on in the house, Wendy wiggled her ass while fingering her dripping pussy. "Come on baby, put that monster where it will do the most good."

Pulling her narrow white ass close, bent her over the couch and shoved his hard-black cock deep into Wendy's warm wet cunt. "Ooooo, Oh! That's it, now fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Curtis began stroking in and out of Wendy as she had demanded. "Harder, motherfucker!"

Curtis increased his pace. Wendy had forgotten just how much she'd dreamed of this day, now it was happening. Everyone had told her, she and Curtis would never be together, well they're going to eat those words, she swore to herself. She loved the way his cock filled her up. It was a perfect fit, he was everything she had hope for and more.

Curtis was driving into her for several minutes, working up a heavy sweat, holding Wendy by her hips thrusting into her like a machine. It was becoming too much, for her, dream come true. "Wendy and Curtis," she thought. And that was the small push she needed. She screamed, as she squirting all over the the couch. "Damn, baby. I've never done that before," she squealed as she heard others cumming and grunting.

Groaning as he stroked in and out of Wendy's cunt, she was turning into a better fuck than he'd thought. She was doing something with her muscles almost squeezing him tightly like she didn't want him to move. He was surprised how strong she was and whatever she was doing she had brought him close to his release. Another brief moment of clarity, he remembered that he hadn't use a condom. He didn't want to get Wendy pregnant, "Close...," He puffed. "Where do you want it?"

"Oh no you don't, motherfucker! You don't get to cum until I say you can." Just like that Curtis lost his urge to come and continued to fuck harder as Wendy shrieked with delight. She couldn't remember being fucked this good and didn't want it to end. It was an amaze fuck. But was it the power and control, she had over him, or his big cock and how well he used it? Wendy didn't know, but she loved it. It was soon becoming the best fuck she'd ever had, topping the "train" she did with the football team her Junior year of high school.

They fucked like that for several minutes before Wendy turned and pulled him on top of her and they fucked missionary, she stared at his face as he concentrated on fucking her like she asked. Wendy had come at least twice before she pushed him on his back and she rode him to another stunning climax. Curtis had incredible stamina.

Meanwhile in the back-bedroom Amy was indeed getting a taste of the wild side. For reasons she didn't understand, she was hornier than she'd ever been in her entire life. They all told her how horny and ready to fuck she was as she threw off her clothes, not caring where they went. "How did they know?" Right before her were two cocks waiting for her to suck. The bigger of the two had just come out of a small brunette's ass. Its owner told her to clean it up and that she would love the taste. If she did a good job, she'd get it in her own ass. Amy was told she was looking forward to having her virgin ass broken in. "These people are mind readers, how could they know," she wondered. Amy was determined to do a good job. She wanted to feel a hard cock in her ass. As she began sucking cock, she realized it wasn't nearly as big as Curtis, so she didn't gag as she took it all the way down her throat. After a few times he began fucking her face. A cute skinny blonde spread Amy's legs open and began licking her pussy. Amy couldn't believe how good it felt, as she moaned on the cock still fucking her face. This woman knew what she was doing. "You've always wanted to have a woman eat your pussy, haven't you?" Another female voice said.

"Am I that transparent, how do they know these things about me?" Amy pondered as she shuddered through the first of many orgasms.

"I'm ready to break that ass," the owner of the cock she was sucking said and pulled it abruptly from her mouth. Amy could only moan, the things the blonde was doing to her pussy, she'd only imagined possible. Amy, shrieked and came again panting trying to catch her breath.

"What do you think slut, ready to eat your first pussy? I promise you it won't be your last." The blonde woman pulled Amy's face between her legs, spreading them wide showing off more tattoos and three rings piercing her labia. Amy hesitated. "Come on, admit it. You are curious about what all the fuss is about. Just take a lick."

Tentatively, Amy bent down and took her first lick. It wasn't bad tasting, a little tangy. She looked down at it not sure she wanted to go back for more.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, it's like immediately addicting. Oh, don't worry you won't turn lizzy, you still will crave cock, but from now on you'll always want to eat pussy! Yep, you're hooked now. You'll need to eat a pussy every day from now on. So, get back in there and eat my pussy, slut!"

It wasn't a request, but an order, in Amy's current mental state she was helpless to resist. And now she was helpless addicted to pussy, why didn't she ask about addiction before licking it. It was too late now and so she surrendered and went after it with enthusiasm she could only attribute to her new addiction. As she licked away, Amy thought, "This woman must be really smart, how does she know this much about me? I have always wanted to eat pussy, what was I afraid of? But she could have at least warned me. Now, I'm addicted. Mmm...I do like the taste." She happily went about eating the blonde, spreading her fingers to isolate her clit and occasionally pulling on one of the gold rings.

Tired of waiting, the man grabbed Amy's ass, and pushed into her pussy as far as he could. Amy felt the shock of being invaded and then the tingling of having a cock in her pussy. He quickly began stroking into her hard and fast, as if to make up for lost time. Amy's pussy was dripping, "I need this cock fucking me, so bad." Surprising herself. Amy never thought of her vagina as a pussy. It was so crude. Other women may have pussies, but she had a vagina. But since she was addicted, perhaps she did have a pussy after all. After a few dozen strokes, he roared and came deep into her pussy. "Did he just come in me?" Amy asked herself in a brief moment of lucidity. Before she could process the thought, he pulled out and she felt his cum leaking down her legs.

"Sorry about that, Slut. I really wanted that ass, but that pussy was too good to pass up," the man said as he retreated.

Before Amy could process it, another hard cock was shoved into her pussy. It was longer but not as thick. After a few strokes, it slipped out and into her puckering asshole. "Fuck, she's got a tight ass," the stranger said as he fucked her with no regard to how Amy may have felt about it.

Amy cried out in surprise, temporarily forgetting the pussy she was eating. "Quit your whinnying slut, you'll love being fucked in the ass as much as you love eating pussy. Now get back here and finish me off, there's more pussies waiting for you."

Unable to resist as the drug cocktail reached its most potent state, Amy did as she was told. She must have done something right, because the blonde screamed as she held Amy's head in place and exploded drenching Amy in her juices. But she was far from done, continuing to squirt all over Amy's face as Amy tried in vain to to stop the violent stream, with her hands. She was covered, head, face and most of her long thick black mane.

"Oh boy, the new girl must be good, I want some of that," a plump Latina said as she replaced the blonde. Amy didn't have a time to think about it, she was being fucked in her virgin ass and for reasons she didn't comprehend, and was loving it. It was so different and nasty. Suddenly a warm and different feeling was emanating from her ass through her pussy and spreading throughout her body. She loved the feeling. Before she could completely appreciate it, the Latina pulled her head to the gapping pussy demanding attention. As she began licking and tasting this new pussy, Amy noticed how different and yet the same the two were. Amy came again as her ass fucking continued. "Don't stop bitch, just because you're getting off, I want to cum, too!" Amy responded by imagining she was eating her own pussy and tried to focus on what she loved the best. She was rewarded with a flood of juice that washed over her still drenched face. "Oh, bitch you're good at this. Come on lick that pussy. Ohhh, that's enough. Who's next? This bitch is a natural pussy munching slut."

"How about that," Amy thought with pride, "I've become the life of the party. Curtis would be so proud. And he said this wasn't my kind of party." Just then the guy in her ass came with a loud groan and pulled out without another word.

"Hey slut, on your back, we're going to make you airtight." An unknown man told Amy as he stroked his cock with his right hand. Amy had no idea what that meant, but did as she was told. "Look at that rack," said a different man as he mauled Amy's tits. The two men worked together and before she could object, Amy had one cock in her ass and another in her pussy. Amy took a huge breath, she couldn't believe how full she felt. "Dude, are you ready, go slow at first." The man in her ass said. Just as the guys began to set up a rhythm, a woman with big tits and a hairy pussy sat on Amy's face. "Not exactly what we had in mind, but it counts," one of the men said as Amy struggled a few seconds just to breath.

And so, it continued, Amy was indeed the center of the party's attention. As others heard about the Asian slut who was taking on a train of men and women, they too found their way to the back bedroom, to watch or participate. "Look at her go for it," someone said, "She loves eating cum from a pussy."

"You know you're being programmed, right?" A tiny voice inside Amy's mind broke through all the clutter and sexual arousal.

"What? Who are you?" She asked in her mind, Amy was busy bouncing on a cock, while sucking another as she was getting a third ready with her free hand. "No time to answer questions, I'm you. I'm Amy. This isn't what you (we) do. We've been drugged! That must be it. Curtis wouldn't approve of this, Amy!" The cock in her hand exploded covering her tits and neck in sticky smelly cum. Her large pale slippery tits were dripping with all the cum, almost completely covering her as her hard-pink nipples.

"Curtis...where is he. Why is he letting this happen to me?" She concentrated on the cock sliding in and out of her mouth. It was almost as big as Curtis. "Must have been drugged too. It was the beer. Someone drugged us. I don't know why, but I bet it was that blonde that was looking at Curtis funny. What was her name?" Amy was getting very good at blow jobs and the cock in her mouth erupted, she tried to suck up all the yummy cum, but it dripped from her lips as she was getting close to another climax. It slipped from her mouth adding a few squirts to the accumulating pool on her chest. "Not much time left. Remember this isn't us Amy. It's not your fault. You did nothing to deserve this, accept insisting on coming to this party." Standing around her a few men were stroking their cocks, a few seemed to be close to coming and then they did, adding their jism too.

"How...why?" Amy questioned herself. "Wendy. That's her name. She's not your friend. She wants Curtis for herself. I'm sorry, I can't help you anymore. Try not to forget." The small voice began to fade until it was gone completely.

Covering in cum, Amy continued to bounce. It felt so good. She looked a mess. She was sweating was like a bitch in heat, she couldn't get enough. The more she got the more on fire she felt. She was going to cum again. "How was it possible to cum so much?" She questioned herself. "Oh fuck! Fuck me fuck me I'm cumming again!" Her shrieks cause the cock she was riding to gush inside her, Amy fell back onto the bed, one hand in her well used pussy the other pulling on her nipples rocking back and forth as she rode out the biggest orgasm of the night.

"Oh no, slut you're not done yet, all the guy may be exhausted, but you've still one more pussy to eat." Amy was exhausted, but did what she was told, a cute naked black woman with a large ass, sat on her face, while a naked Latina pulled her legs apart and began feasting on Amy's cream pie.

He was slowing down, Wendy realized that Curtis was tiring. He'd fucked her like a porn star. They'd tried almost every position, and was now back in missionary. Wendy had cum several times and was building to the what might be the best of the night. It was time to let Curtis cum, but not before she finished. "Hey stud, you ready to cum?" Curtis grunted out a yes. "Not until after I do, it won't be long. Keep that rhythm. Ugh...ohhhh. Now, cum you motherfucker cum in me, now!"

In a roar that almost shook the place, Curtis came in several large volleys. Wendy looked into his eyes watching his animal instinct let loose. His eyes wide as he emptied himself into her. When he was done, he collapsed, pinning Wendy to the destroyed wet couch. Her climax complete, Wendy rolled Curtis to the floor where leaving him panting as she strutted away her narrow naked white ass swishing as Curtis' cum leaked down her legs. It was time to check on Amy. There were still a few women looking to get off again, seeing that Wendy was done, two decided to see if they could revive Curtis' monster cock.

The bedroom door was wide open, a few men were standing around stroking their limp cocks in vain, hoping to go again. A few women had their phones out videoing the scene as a frazzled Amy played with a set of small tits as she both ate pussy while hers was being eaten.

"Hey Wendy, that one's something else. She's been going at it all night." The man, obviously known to Wendy as he too casually stroked his cock. Although, he knew he was done for the night. "Friend of yours?"

Stifling a laugh as the guy began caressing her tits, hoping it might help him rise to the occasion. Wendy replied. "Nah. Not a friend. I just stole her boyfriend." She snickered. "It was fair, I saw him first. He should have been with me." She responded to the cool look he gave her.

"Oh, sounds like a revenge. Did you drug her?" He asked now finger Wendy's pussy, causing more of Curtis' cum to leak out. "Looks like someone just got her reward." He commented on the amount of cum dripping from his fingers.

"Don't get all self-righteous on me, I drugged them both. But, I'm tired now and ready to call it a night. I'm not sure what to do with them."

"Did you use my stuff?" He asked, caressing her tits again as he whispered in her ear. He already knew she had. He recognized the way his drugs worked on the girl. "I could use a girl like her, let the dude sleep it off. He'll probably not remember much in the morning, anyway."

Hours later, waking up with a stiff neck and a horrible taste lingering in his mouth, Curtis didn't recognize where he was or why he was naked. He smelled terrible. His black skin was stained with dried cum everywhere. As his weary eyes adjusted to the room, he saw a few others male and female naked and sleeping off the long night. "Shit," he swore. He tried to move, but couldn't. There was a woman lying across his groin, he tried to move her and swore again. She had her hand wrapped around his flaccid cock and her nails were chipped and she scratched him. He leaned her over and she collapsed on the opposite side still asleep.

Climbing to his feet, his head throbbing, he began searching for his clothes. Finding his pants, he was relieved to find everything was still there in his pockets, that alone was something to celebrate. It was nearly seven AM, he was going to be late for his first class. If he hurried, he'd just have time to shower.

He didn't find his shirt, so grabbed one that looked like it would fit. Staggering through the house carrying his shoes and looking for the back door he'd arrived through. As he stumbled pass the back bedroom, he remembered hearing there was a lot of action had taking place there. Now, he heard a lot of snoring. He looked in and saw small piles of all kinds of clothes and shoes strewn about the large room. Among them a pretty sky-blue bra that looked out of place among the discarded clothes, his eyes lingered there for several moments before he remembered he was going to be late. He stumbled out the back door to where he left his car. What his mind couldn't comprehend was that Amy was gone, leaving behind all of her clothes.

Sitting in his second class of the morning, Curtis was hung over and tired. He thought he'd given up on those kinds of parties. What made him attend that one on a weeknight was beyond his recollection. He sat in his regular seat in the large lecture hall, the seat immediate to his right was empty as Professor Penny Jones moved about the stage concluding her lecture. Just as she dismissed her class early, she approached Curtis and could see that he was troubled.

"Hey Curtis, are you okay. You look a little hung over." She asked as a few of her favorite students waved goodbye as they headed towards the exits.

"Yeah, hung over. I don't know what I was thinking. I know better than to drink on a school night. I'll be okay. Thanks for asking."

"Not a problem, it's my pleasure. By the way, where's Amy. It's not like her to miss a class. Don't tell me that she's hung over too."

A very confused look appeared on Curtis' face and he asked, "Who?"

Penny laughed politely, "You must really be hung over to forget your girlfriend, don't worry your secret is safe with me. But, seriously. Amy wouldn't miss class like this. Is she okay?"

"Professor Jones, I truly have no idea what you are talking about or who this Amy is. I don't have a girlfriend, not that I'm not interested in finding one, I just haven't found the right girl, yet."

Penny knitted her brow, something was definitely wrong. She could tell he believed what he was saying, but why. She did a light probe while he looked at her curiously. She was able to see the events of his mind and some of what happened last night, she probed deeper. "They arrived together. Wait that wasn't right. He went back to get Amy and then returned. Wendy? Why was she looking at the couple so angrily? Separated. The beers. Wendy gave them special beer. Damn, that was some party. Forget about Amy? They were both drugged. Where's Amy now?"

Giving Curtis' mind a mental slap, his memories of his girlfriend returned. "Oh, my Gawd! Amy! I left her at that party? No. Unless she was asleep in the bed or the floor?" He jumped to his feet stunned by the revelation. "I've got to go find her! How could I leave her behind?" Grabbing his backpack, he raced for the exit.

"Wait, Curtis. I'll come with you." Fortunately, Penny didn't have any other classes scheduled for the day, grabbing her belongings she ran to catch up with him and together they rushed to the parking lot. "Damn it! Sorry Professor Jones, the student parking lot is half way across campus."

Not an issue Curtis, we'll take my car it's right over there, pointing to the faculty parking structure. They walked quickly to the first level, Curtis trotted over to a green Lexus he assumed was his professor's car.

"Over here Curtis," the motor was already running on the Lake Blue Metallic 2019 Corvette Z06 Coupe. Penny was removing her heels and pulling on a pair of no-lace sneakers. "Damn, Professor. This is rad! What do they pay professors to teach here?"

The passenger side vertical door opened and Curtis jumped into the car next to Penny. "Where are we headed?" She asked.

A few minutes later Curtis guided them to a house in a middle-class neighborhood in Oakland. Penny followed Curtis into the house entering through the back door. People were still asleep or moving about the house, naked not caring if anyone saw them. In the back bedroom, Curtis went to the bed and pulled back the covers to find a blonde with big tits gently sucking the cock of her sleeping lover. "What the fuck," she cried not attempting to cover herself. Curtis retreated and began scouring the room. A moment later he found the light blue bra he saw earlier. It was Amy's. Digging through the pile of clothes he found her jeans and her phone, still in its pocket. "She couldn't have gone too far naked," Curtis said as he combed the house clutching her clothes in his left hand. Penny searched too, there were still several people there, but no Amy. Amy was gone, but where?

"Johnny, you're an American citizen. This is your business. I know that you are aware of what is going on. You must do something." Doctor Smith pleaded with his son. "I know what I would do!"

Materializing in lobbies unnoticed was quickly becoming one of John's favorite thing to do. After adjusting his coat, he strode up to the receptionist's desk where two beautiful young women busily answered phones and typed into their desktops, John couldn't help smiling. Each woman was almost completely encircled by three large flat screen monitors, none of which could be seen from the customer side of the counter.

"Good Morning. I'm here to see Tammy." John said, deciding he'd have a little fun at the receptionist's expense. He wanted to make an entrance and after all, it was his company.

The young woman looked up, more than a little annoyed that he asked "in the familiar" for her CEO. "Oh, you mean Miss Bowen?" She tapped a few keys and Tammy's calendar appeared on the center monitor, "Do you have an appointment," she asked clearly seeing that she had none scheduled. She was one of their best gatekeepers, she'd get rid of this guy quickly, regardless of how cute he appeared.

"She's expecting me." John toyed with the employee.

The exchanged peaked the curiosity of the other busy woman and looking up she saw a life size person that bore a striking resemblance to the man the painting facing them across the lobby.

"Who should I say is here?"

"Tell her John."

"John? And your last name?

"Smith."

John saw the other receptionist smile, obviously recognized him but smart enough not to interrupt his little game. The phone rang, her smile broadened, "John Smith Inc., how may I direct your call?"

Seeing little choice, she dialed the extension to the CEO's office where Tammy's efficient secretary answered, "What's up sweetie," he said. He wasn't busy this morning and was watching some porn while slowly stroking himself. It was "Taco Tuesday" which had a completely different meaning here.

"I have a John...Smith to see Ms. Bowen." Still not realizing what who he was.

Jumping forward from his reclining high back office chair, and slapping at the keys of his computer. He repeated, "You have John Smith in the lobby?"

At that point, John carefully positioned himself, so the portrait appeared just over his left shoulder and the dimwitted receptionist would be able to see both as she looked more closely. "Oh, my gawd!"

Tammy burst from her office, just as her secretary was punching her extension. She could feel John's presence so strongly now. She stepped past his desk and ran down the hall to the lobby. She tried to control herself, thinking she'd take a more leisurely pace once she reached the door. She didn't. Grabbing the huge door, she jerked it open, and quickly stepping through. As she saw her master, her heart skipped a beat. She paused and admired him. Still so young and handsome, he looked tan and relaxed. John was circling the lobby admiring the tasteful decorations, and the plaques from the homeless shelter, skate park and mayoral commendation which hung on the walls.​