The R.A.

Victoria opened the door to reveal Zoe Winthrop, the Resident Adviser for their floor. Zoe was a serious girl, but still well liked, and a regular on the Dean's List. She'd have her pick of grad schools once she finished her work here. Zoe was what Victoria hoped she would be in two years, if she could just get a little more self-confidence. Or at least, that's how she'd felt yesterday. Now... well, she still wanted to be on the Dean's List, but...

"You like her."

"You want her."

"Seduce her."

Zoe held out a clipboard and pen for Victoria to take. "Sorry to bother you, but we've finally got maintenance coming in next week to fix those leaky faucets, so if you've got anything you need done we've got to get the work order in today."

"You like her. Make her like you."

"It's for her own good."

This wasn't right. This went beyond experimentation -- something was influencing Victoria, pushing her in this new direction. She shook her head to try and shake loose that seductive voice.

"No repairs? Good." Zoe started to turn away, but saw the troubled look on Victoria's face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Victoria mumbled, wishing Zoe would just go away before her willpower cracked and she started feeling the older girl up.

"You're a terrible liar," Zoe replied. She took Victoria's hand and led them to the near bed, sitting them both down. The touch of Zoe's hand felt electric, and the surge went straight to Victoria's rapidly moistening pussy. "Tell me what's going on."

"Get her to touch me and she's yours."

Victoria stared at the idol. That was the source of the voice in her head! It was so close. All she had to do was reach out. Her hand reached toward the beautiful figure but stopped short. Zoe followed her gaze, a look of curiosity on her face.