Finding Molly Swain

You walk across campus to the Registrar?s Office. In the office for student records you ask the only employee there, a dowdy, middle-aged woman for Molly Swain?s class schedule.

The woman sneers at you. ?We don?t give out students? private information!?

You are annoyed. Looking the clerk straight in the eyes, you command, ?Give me Molly Swain?s class schedule, now!?

Glassy-eyed, the woman goes to her computer, enters data, and then prints out some material. Handing the papers to you, she mutters, ?Molly Swain is in Economic Theory with Professor Higgins right now. That is in Ryan 204.?

You take the paper from the woman and then lean close to her face. ?Since you were so snotty to me, you will be punished. You are going to beg the next guy to walk into your office to let you give him a blow job. You will keep begging guys until you?ve swallowed down 5 loads of cum.?

You are tempted to stay and watch the effects of your command, but you?ve got more important things to do. It takes you ten minutes to walk across campus to Ryan Hall. You arrive outside Room 204 with about five minutes left in the period ? just enough time to finish planning your actions. You want the humiliation of Molly Swain to be sweet.

The classroom door swings open; students pile into the hall. There is Molly talking with one of her friends - a short, cute blonde whose name you don?t know. Molly is wearing a short denim skirt and a white, starched blouse. She has knee-hi socks and black pumps. ?Hi, Molly?? you call to her politely.

Molly turns, looks at you with distain, and turns back to her friend. By the way they laugh you know that you have just been the butt of her disrespect. It will be the last time she laughs at you.

?Molly, come here, now!? Your voice is clear, not too loud, but firm. She stops, turns, and walks toward you.