Jason Drops out of College

I hummed as I moved through Gotham University’s Thomas Wayne building. It was here that most of the big wigs and administrative folks of the college had their offices, so it was where I went to square away the unofficial end to my education.

Mom and Dad would be so upset. After my older sister dropped out of college, they’d been understandably paranoid about my doing the same. Heh. Trish would probably roll her eyes at me in disgust if she knew I was planning to stop going to school so I could fuck women. She’d given up a full ride at NYU to join the military after the Thanagarian invasion brought humanity to its knees.

A lot of people joined law enforcement and the military because they were inspired by the actions of heroes like Superman, Batman, and, to a lesser degree, my very own hypnotized servants Black Canary and Huntress, who fought the invasion with everything they had.

The two women and I had fucked well into the night yesterday, leaving me aching and exhausted come morning. That didn’t stop me from waking both of the women up to jointly suckle at my cock and balls. They’d been almost happy to do it, acting like they were teaching me some sort of moral lesson about not being a criminal.

My phone chimed.

I brought it out of my pocket to see who texted me.

Hm. It was from Dinah.

Dinah: <Hey, I have a few minutes free at work so I wanted to check in with you to see how you’re behaving, Jason. I’m still not happy with me and Helena being away from you most of today and I can’t stop thinking about you. I’d have taken time off or quit my job if that’s what you needed to get better.>

I stopped walking and smiled, a sudden feeling of affection suffusing me. It was just like Dinah to text in proper English, but still somehow come off as caring and nurturing. She really was like a teacher. I wonder if she would have gone into the education sector if she’d never become a vigilante, diverting her interests instead to becoming an attorney in her civilian life.

I typed out an answer to her text and hit send.

Me: <you know me. i’m doing the best i can without you until i can move in>

I started walking again. I caught the eye of the secretary outside Dean Sanchez’ office, but she quickly resumed typing on her computer once I looked at my phone.

It didn’t take long for Dinah to send a reply.

Dinah: <That’s good. I’ll be able to help you so much more if we can get Oliver on board with everything. If we can't, then I might have to break off the wedding.>

I raised my eyebrows. I wasn’t really opposed to Dinah breaking up with her fiancé. It would only mean she had more time to spend with me after all. I was worried however that the Green Arrow would stalk her and find out about me somehow, so that would have to wait until I at least got Oliver Queen under my sway.

Me: <You don’t have to do that, Dinah… i can still fuck your ass and cum down ur throat while ur engaged to Oliver, so don’t worry about what ur little fiancé thinks>

My cock twitched and I briefly wondered at the wisdom of what I was typing before I hit send.

Her reply was almost immediate.

Dinah: <Lol you’re so bad! But you’re right. I really should stop worrying about what Oliver thinks. If he wanted me to consider his feelings, he should have had a bigger cock. Let me send you something real quick that I think will help in my absence.>

I smirked. Girls usually took their sweet time to reply to texts unless they were really into the guy they were conversing with. It wasn’t exactly a challenge to know Dinah was interested in me since I’d programmed her to be, but that didn’t really matter.

A moment later, my phone chimed again.

“A picture, huh?” I waited for the file to load before looking around to make sure no one could see my phone. I opened it.

An image of Dinah appeared on my phone. It looked like she was posing in a bathroom stall. She'd probably gone in there to get some privacy. The achingly beautiful blonde was smirking into the phone camera. She was still dressed in the dark brown blazer I’d seen her put on before I left the Clocktower (she’d mentioned that she and her teammates kept work clothes on hand there in case they had to pull all-nighters) and white blouse, with the upper buttons unsnapped, exposing her generous cleavage.

It wasn’t nearly as racy a photo as I was expecting, but damn. She was beautiful and not in the plastic way that was so common among runway models and Hollywood celebrities. This was a woman in the absolute prime of her life who juggled being an attorney with moonlight vigilantism. She was the sort of beauty that only really revealed itself in the women who rose above the common individual and stood among the ranks of gods.

Me: <you’re gorgeous, Dinah... you deserve so much more than Oliver can offer you. this’ll definitely help me for now. are we still set to meet at your place?>

There was a long pause and I took the opportunity to approach the Dean’s secretary. She was a smartly dressed woman in her early twenties with light brown hair and brown eyes. Her pretty face was dotted with freckles which combined with her pouty lips that she seemed to bite every minute or so made her look incredibly cute.

“Hi, I’m here to see the Dean,” I said.

The woman looked up at me.

“Okay. Did you make an appointment?” she replied.

“Nope, but I don’t need one,” I stared into her eyes. Her face went slack and her eyes became deliciously empty. “Is there anyone in with the Dean right now?”

“No,” she replied softly.

“What’s your name?”

“Abigail Tucci.”

“Hi Abigail. I’m Jason Hall, Dean Sanchez’ next appointment. I have to be allowed to go in and see her. I’m here on important business and you know Dean Sanchez will want to see me,” I said. My lips twitched upwards before I added, “You’ll picture my face in your head every time you masturbate or have sex and every time you orgasm you’ll become more attracted to me.”

I broke eye contact with her and she blinked. She licked her lips and looked up at me for a moment before carrying out my commands.

“Follow me, Jason,” Abigail said. She got up out of her chair and approached a wooden door beyond. I looked down and saw her tight ass swaying in her pencil skirt.

She knocked on the door before opening it.

“Laura, this man is here to see you. I definitely think you’ll want to talk to him,” she said urgently.

Gotham University’s Dean of Students looked up from the computer at her desk. She was a slightly plump Latina woman who looked to be in her late thirties to early forties. Her rich, dark brown hair was cut short, falling only slightly past her ears. She cut a rather severe figure despite her voluptuousness, which was obvious even though she sat behind her desk and computer. I could see the upper part of her breasts as they stretched the material of her dark red blouse.

“Oh? Who is it?” her piercing brown eyes looked over at me curiously, taking my measure as well as looking for any clues as to why I was outside her office.

This was the woman who could make all of my scholastic issues disappear.

“Jason Hall. Trust me, Laura, it’s very important. You’re going to want to hear what he has to say,” Abigail said.

Laura Sanchez nodded. “Alright. Come in, Mr. Hall.”

“Thank you,” I whispered to Abigail.

She smiled back and nodded before heading back to her desk.

I entered the office and shut the door behind me.

The dark-skinned woman stared at me expectantly before gesturing at a wooden seat in front of her desk.

I obliged her and sat across from her. She was rather beautiful for an older woman and I had to remind myself that I couldn’t yet take the opportunity to stare at those massive breasts that my peripherals were warning me about.

“My secretary said you were here to tell me something important. You look like a student. Is everything alright with your classes?” she asked. She moved her arms forward, giving me the first real visual of her cleavage.

“Everything’s fine, Mrs. Sanchez,” I said, taking notice of the sparkling ring on her finger.

She quirked an eyebrow at me. “So why are you here, then? I hope you’re not trying to deliberately waste my time.”

I smirked at her.

“I wouldn’t dream of wasting the time of a hot MILF like yourself,” she opened he mouth to profess her outrage, but I just kept talking, “Let me finish. I want you to make sure I get top marks in all my classes and excuse me from any attendance requirements,” I said. I grew more and more amused as each word I said to her seemed to make her visibly angrier. It made her look sexy, especially considering I knew I could wipe that look off her face anytime I wanted. “I’d also like you to give me your phone number so I can hit you up for a booty call whenever I want.”

Laura glared at me and I suspected that if she were Kryptonian, I’d be a smoldering pile of ash by now. Hm. Maybe I should be more careful with people from now on. You never really know who has superpowers sometimes. That’s how Dinah became my **** after all.

She reached for her phone, her huge breasts wobbling. Fuck, I wanted them wrapped around my dick.

“That was… that was outrageous! I’m calling campus police. If you’re a student here, I’ll have you expelled and blacklisted among every college in the country,” she started to dial, never taking her eyes off me.

It was a fatal mistake.

I caught her mind in my Gaze easily. I licked my lips as I watched her face slacken and her mouth droop open. A string of saliva soon trailed from her mouth and landed in her deep cleavage, disappearing between her breasts.

Did I mention I fucking loved my power?