Marissa Strikes Again: Relaxing on the Quad

Heartbroken by what she just inflicted on that poor woman, Marissa Kelly has no choice but to continue her strut in search of other victims. Knowing that she won't be able to stop until all these signs are gone, she looks at what she's got left.

"Try my boobs, look, feel, and taste!"

"Topless Maid Service! $10 per hour."

"Ask me to dance!"

A few others at the bottom of the pile as well, and she knows that Jason Rogers has more at his office. Reading these sends her mind thinking, as much as she tries to suppress it she can't stop herself.

Try my boobs, gotta find someone busty. NO! STOP! Don't try to- no that woman's tits aren't big en-UGH! Why can't I stop my own mind! Oh, she's more of an ass girl over there...maybe the dancing one? Oh fuck it, it's not gonna stop anyways. Just wait till I break free Jason...

Strutting up the hill in the quad, Marissa's eyes lock onto the thick bubble butt laying in the field. A tan skinned beauty with curly black hair, despite the baggy jeans her ass manages to shine through the pants. Much thinner up top, a small tank top contrasts with her wide hips and baggy pants, and Marissa's mind concludes that yes, the dancing sign is a great fit for this bottom-heavy woman.

"Hey, you! Run! I don't want to give this to you!" Marissa calls out, however the woman's headphones seal her fate. Finally reaching her, Marissa gives a tap on the shoulder as her victim lies on the grass, book in front of her and headphones on sealing her fate.

"Yea, what is it?" The woman is greeted by a monumental amount of cleavage as Marissa leans over her, making her eyes bulge out slightly. This is short lived, as the sign is presented to her and she sits there still reading it. Marissa's body carries her away in search of the next victim.

From Elena's perspective, all she got was a tap on the shoulder, a view full of boob, and then suddenly the professor was gone. Left with a sign in her hand, the perplexed Latina takes a look.

Ask me to dance? What's this about, some weird promotion for a club or something?

Putting the sign down, Elena goes back to her book, deciding she'll just leave it on the grass when she leaves. Putting the headphones back on, she begins to bob her head to the song. Ass lifting up and rolling side to side with the music, her body absentmindedly gets into the beat while her mind falls into the book. Fully back into the world of the book as her butt rocks to the rhythm, she's interrupted by another tap on the shoulder and pulls her headphones off. Turning around, there's two guys standing on the path behind her.

"Hey, is that sign true?" One of the guys asks.

"Huh, which one?" She notices the cardboard to her right. "Oh, yeah that one. Yea it's true I can dance." Elena frowns, she wanted to tell this guy to fuck off.

"No, I meant to say I'll do any dance you want." Her eyes go wide, what the hell was going on! "Yea any dance, fuck, no get the hell away from me!" Elena yells out at the guys who are slightly intimidated by her lashing out. But while one is more pushed away by this, the other sees her confused look and presses forwards.

"So...could you start twerking for us?" He asks with a smile. Before the words even leave her mouth, Elena's heart drops as she finds herself standing up.

"Fine. Hey what the fuck! Stop this!" Quickly turning around and leaning over, the shocked Latina feels herself tug at the loose pants, forcing the fabric up between her cheeks and highlighting her curves. The shock turns to indignant anger and she cranes her head around, spotting one of them with a phone out.

"HEY! You better not be recording this!" She calls out over her shoulder, booty still bouncing for them. Try as she might, she couldn't so much as turn more of her body than her neck. Forced to twerk for them, she can't even give them the finger since her hands are busy pulling her pants tight.

"Oh come on you're so good at this!" One of the guys says as he slaps her ass. Immediately, Elena whips around and sucker punches the guy, much to her delight.

"Finally! Don't you dare touch me!" Turning back around, Elena begins twerking again much to her dismay. Able to keep him from touching her, but not able to stop.

"Ow, hey point taken. How about you make it up to me with a lap dance?" The guy says from the ground. The brief pause in her dance gives Elena some relief, but it's short lived as she knows what's coming.

"Fine." She wants to smash his head, kick him while he's down, but all she does is mount him. Learning his lesson he keeps his hands to himself, and Elena finds her body grinding up and down his crouch with his tight pants on. Feeling him harden between her cheeks, Elena can't fucking stand it.

"Well? Go ahead, touch me." She baits him with a smile. As soon as he touches her, she's clocking him again and bolting. Seeing hesitation from the man, she gives him a reassuring smile to try and put his guard down. Weighing his options, he seems to find that a mouthful of fist is worth the feel of her modest boobs in his hands, and he reaches up to cup them.

There we are, die fucker! Wait...

Elena continues grinding herself into him, making no moves as the man continues to squeeze her chest. She wants to clock him, to leap off him, yet her body makes no movements aside from the slow rolling across his dick.

"Why the fuck am I letting you do that?"

"What, you said I could! What's with you?" The guy below her keeps at it while the other continues filming. Eventually, the man below her starts to close his eyes and lean his head back, and as some spasms are felt below her Elena finally finds her body return to her.

Gross...

Climbing off the man Elena is furious. She wants to kill this guy, to grab that dude's phone and smash it. Yet for all the anger inside her, it never leaves her face. Making no moves to the guys, all she can muster is a weak retort.

"Get the fuck away from me you two." She glares, although these guys have clearly learned the rules here.

"We will we will don't worry! Why don't you come dance for our parties though? We're in Pi Gamma Pi, next party is Friday. Come and give lap dances for everyone." What a stupid fucking question! Yet as much as she wants to tell them off, she fears what's about to come out of her mouth.

"Yea of course I'll do that. I mean fuck off! I won't miss any of them. UGH!" Rolling her eyes at herself, Elena almost pulls out her hair.

"Hell yea! Follow our Instagram, we'll announce anything happening there." His smile makes her cringe. "By the way, why'd you punch him when he slapped your ass? You let him grab your boobs later."

"Fuck off.

...

That was a partner dance people touch their partners all the time while dancing.

...

Now leave me alone!"

"Alright alright, but only after I get my dance too!"

Finally, after enduring the public humiliation of bringing two guys to cum with a lap dance, they finally leave her alone. Looking around, she sees a few onlookers who had noted the display, but a sharp glare gets them to mind their own fucking business.

Ok, what the fuck is the deal with this sign?

Bending over to pick up the sign, it isn't until her ass is all the way up in the air that Elena realizes what she's doing. Quickly she tries to stand up and stop flaunting her ass to the entire quad, yet her body makes no movement at all. Groaning in frustration, she grabs the sign and is finally able to right herself, looking around to make sure no one is staring at her. Tugging on her pants again to make sure they're snug against her ass, she takes a look at the strange, at the strange, cursed sign she had been inflicted with. There seems to be some strange pattern over the cardboard. No matter how she tries though it always seems to elude her eyes and gives her a headache just trying to look at it. Frowning, she flips it over and see some more text.

"Tired of dancing? Give the sign to another girl!"

Oh, so she just had to give this to someone else then? That seems cruel, there must be some other way. Winding up to throw the sign, Elena finds herself stalling. Her arms simply do not move, and with a groan she puts the sign back down. Best to just get out of here for now. Putting her headphones back on, she's keenly aware of how the music changes her movements now, like she can't help but subtly dance to the beat. It's not much, it doesn't even feel that unnatural she does this all the time. This time though, no matter what she wants she can't help it as her hips push out left and right under her. Picking up the sign, she starts walking down the path on the quad, feet stepping to the beat and taking a deep sway.

Ok, come on, hurry now!

As much as she wants to book it, Elena finds herself with a slow pace, bouncing along the path to her music. It would look like she's just in her own world if not for the scowl on her face. Alright, maybe she needs to ditch this sign sooner, another girl be damned. She can NOT end up giving lap dances at some frat. Off in the distance she actually spots someone with two signs, poor girl. Damn, picking someone to give this sign to will be hard won't it.