Professors don't make much, get some real money

“Get dressed,” you tell the girls, “we're going to take out a loan.”

The trip to the bank is quick. Gillian drives her Cadillac while you make out with Ling in the back seat. The trip ends as you start pulling her sweater off again, but there will be plenty of time for that.

You swagger into the bank and look around. It's the middle of the day, so there aren't any customers at the moment. You approach a middle aged woman at a desk. She smiles up at you, then frowns a little when she notices your hands on the teacher's and TA's asses. She recovers quickly.

“Hi, I'm Gail! How can I help you today?”

You sit in the chair in front of her desk. “I'm here about a loan.”

“We can definitely do that. How much is the loan for?”

“I dunno, as much as you can afford the payments for.”

“Excuse me?” she says.

“Get the paperwork for a big loan,” you command her. She opens a drawer with a confused expression. “Figure out how big a payment you can afford each month on your salary. Make it the biggest possible number, including if you scraped and saved and cut back on luxuries. Then give yourself the biggest loan you can afford.”

Gillian and Ling push some chairs to either side of yours and sit down next to you. You put your arms around them and they snuggle against your chest like dates at a movie.

“Why am I doing this?” asks the extremely confused loan officer.

“Well Gail, I'm tired of living in the dorm. So I figured I'd get a nicer place. Once you transfer all the money from the loan into an account for me, I'll be set! And you're happy to do it, aren't you Gail?”

“Yes!” says Gail with a smile. “I don't mind a bit. Shouldn't this bother me?”

“Nope.” You lower one hand to Gillian's ass and the other to Ling's breast. “This is perfectly reasonable. You're never going to question this at all.”

“Of course.” Gail merrily fills in her own information on the loan papers.

You fondle your slaves playfully as you wait. Soon the tellers notice your activities and start whispering to each other. An older man with graying hair comes out of an office. He sees what you're doing and stomps up to you.

“Sir, this is a place of business. You can't do that here.”

“Sit!” you command.

He plops down on the floor. His face contorts in a comical effort to figure out why he just did that.

“Don't move or say a word. Gail, as soon as you're done with those papers I want you to take out a similar loan for the bank manager here. Don't worry, he won't mind, either. I bet he'll even empty out his bank account into mine, too!”

Gillian and Ling giggle at your cleverness and begin kissing your neck. You play with them for a few more minutes, then get up and start talking to the other bank employees. Everyone who is single takes out loans. You leave the married ones off the hook to make sure their spouses don't cause complications, but give them strict instructions not to think this is odd or tell anyone about it.

Within an hour all the loans are done. You're now rich as hell.