Monster?
The professor spelled out the topic on the board and then he drew a line underneath it as if to give it added importance before he turned to face the class.
“The topic for today’s class,” the man said in his oddly stilted voice, “is reanimation. Who here can tell me what reanimation is?”
The girl in the front row immediately raised her hand.
“Yes, I know you know,” Ms. Granger. Let’s see if anyone else knows. Anyone?”
The girl sighed but she kept her hand raised. She wanted to be ready just in case the professor needed her.
The professor looked past her. “Anyone?” he asked hopefully. “Anyone at all.”
For a moment or two, it seemed as if no one was going to answer his challenge but then a moody, young man who hardly ever participated in class activities slowly raised his hand.
“Yes, Mr. Ensign. You have an answer.”
“Yeah. It’s bringing the dead back to life.”
“An excellent answer, Mr. Ensign, and do you know why it’s so hard to bring the dead back to life?”
Frank Ensign looked around him. He could see Emily Granger frantically waving her hand. He knew what the answer was but maybe he should let her answer it. After all, she clearly wanted to.
“Well, Mr. Ensign?”
“It’s because of the brain.”
“How so, Mr. Ensign?”
Frank sighed. It wasn’t like he even wanted to be here in this class. It was all his dad’s idea. “Frank,” his dad had said, “I need someone to follow in my footsteps.”
“Oh come on, Dad,” Frank had complained. “Luke can do it.”
His dad had just snorted at that. “Your brother’s nice and all that but he just doesn’t have the proper mindset for the job.”
“Jeremy then.”
“Hmmm yes. Jeremy could do it, but he’s got a girlfriend and you know as well as I do, that’s not the way our family business works.”
“No, Dad, no.”
“You have something better in mind?”
“As a matter of fact, I do. I was thinking of plastic surgery.”
“Plastic surgery?! Come on. Why would you want to do something like that?”
“Maybe because I want to get my hands on as many tits and asses as I possibly can.”
“You’ll grow out of that, Frank.”
“I don’t want to grow out of it, dad. I like getting my hands on tits and asses.”
“Nonsense. You can’t chase tits and asses for the rest of your life.”
“Maybe not, but I can try.”
“Mr. Ensign.”
Frank blinked as the professor’s words once more brought him back to the present. “It’s because of the brain,” Frank said again. “Most people thing you want to get the body moving but the body doesn’t function without the brain so the most important thing is to start with the brain.”
The professor stared at the student before he finally pulled back. “A most excellent answer, Mr. Ensign, but then I would have hardly expected anything less from you considering your family history.”
Every head seemed to turn and look at him. Even Emily Granger turned to look at him and Frank could feel his skin begin to flush.
“And finally, Mr. Ensign, since you seem to be the expert on this, what exactly are the main problems with starting the brain?”
Frank could feel himself breaking into a cold sweat. He hated this. “There’s only one problem really.”
“And that is?”
“Diminished capacity. Any number of things can happen. Insufficient electric jolt in the restart process is one. Brain damaged at death. That’s another. Incompetence by the practitioner. Anything. But if the brain’s not operating at a hundred percent, you’re going to have problems.”
“Right you are, Mr. Ensign. That’s why some of us, myself included, dislike teaching reanimation in this course. Mad science is supposed to be about science, but reanimation is more of a fantasy. Nevertheless, we are required to teach it so who can tell me what the steps are for reanimation ...”
“Dude, what’s the problem with the old man?”
Frank looked over at his buddy. Corey was a pretty good friend even if Frank wasn’t even sure why he was even taking this course. “What do you mean?”
“Old man Shelley was totally grilling you. He seems totally down on you.”
Frank couldn’t help but scowl as he looked at the professor. “It’s a family thing,” he told his friend.”
“What do you mean it’s a family thing?”
“I don’t want to go into it.”
“Why not, man?”
“I told you. I don’t want to go into it.”
Corey looked from Frank to the professor and then back again and finally, the other student just shrugged. “All right,” he said finally. “Suit yourself, but I still say there’s something weird going on.”
Yeah, but it wasn’t all right. Even as Frank watched the professor, he knew it wasn’t all right. He was different and there were just some people who wouldn’t let him forget it.
Class seemed to go on and on and on. Frank tried to force himself to not look at the clock but knowing he was forcing himself not to look at the clock just seemed to make it harder not to look and every time he did look, there was always less time that had passed than he thought there’d been.
Finally though, it was over and as the students met outside the lecture hall, his friend cornered him again. “You going to tell me what that was about?” Corey asked.
“I told you. It’s personal.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, but it didn’t seem all that personal to me.”
“Listen, can we just let it drop?”
At that just moment, Emily Granger walked past. She turned and looked at Frank as she walked on by and Corey grinned. “Sure, buddy. We can let it drop but I think I’m not the only one that’s interested in you.”
“Who? Granger? You got to be kidding.”
“Why?”
“She’s definitely not my type.”
“Why? Because she’s an insufferable know-it-all?” Corey asked with a grin.
“Yeah, well there’s that, too.”
“What else is there?”
“Like I said. She’s not my type.”
“What is your type?”
“You know what I like.”
“What? You mean a blond with a fucking big rack and an ass to match?”
“You got it, man, and one thing’s for sure. Emily Granger ain’t got none of that.”
Corey was looking after the rapidly retreating girl. “Maybe not,” he allowed, “but she’s still a cutie and I wouldn’t mind getting to know her better.”
“Well like you said, she’s a know-it-all.”
“Maybe, but nobody’s perfect.”
Frank just shook his head as he looked at his friend. Sometimes, Corey had a one-track mind. Of course, it wasn’t like he was all that perfect either. Sometimes, his mind was on the very same track as his friend’s.
The next class, Professor Shelley certainly seemed to get into the subject and while he seemed to almost be making sure he wasn’t looking at Frank, Frank was sure his professor was watching him the whole time.
Great, Frank thought. Just what he needed. Fucking great.
But then hey. At least if the professor didn’t seem to be paying him any attention, at least none of the other kids would be watching him either.
By the time Friday night rolled around, Frank was ready to forget all about his Mad Science 101 course and he was ready to party down.
There was a party over at one of the frat houses and Frank and Corey had decided to go there. Omega House always put on good parties and good parties meant hot girls. In fact, the two of them were almost synonymous. Was a party hot because it had hot girls, or did hot girls come because the party was hot?
Probably a little of both, Frank would have said if he’d even bothered to think about it but the truth was he didn’t really care. If the party had hot girls there, that was all he had to know.
He was talking with a girl named Lori or was her name Tori. It didn’t matter to Frank. The girl was hot and she was stacked and she was drunk and from the way Frank was looking at it, if he played his cards right, he had a good chance of getting her to come home with him.
“You want to go?” he asked.
“Huh,” the girl said over the blare of the music.
“I asked if you wanted to go.”
“Did I want to know what?”
“No. You don’t understand. The music’s too loud. I asked if you wanted to go.”
“I’m here with my girlfriends.”
“I was thinking we could go back to my place.”
“Why?”
“I want to get to know you better,” Frank said as he leaned in closer.
“I don’t know.”
“Come on.” Frank ket his hand brush ever so lightly against the girl’s arm. “Let’s go.”
“I don’t know. I really shouldn’t.”
“Come on.”
“She said no.”
Frank looked up to see a fierce looking woman standing off to his side. “Who are you?”
“I’m her friend,” the other woman said, “and from what I heard her say, she said no.”
“Who asked you?” but even as he said it, Frank could tell he’d already lost. The girl he’d been trying to get to leave with him just looked at him and shrugged. “Fine,” he said. “Just fine. Forget it.”
Frank walked away but he already knew he wasn’t going to get another chance as good as that. Damn!
His apartment was dark when he finally arrived home. Great, he thought. Just great. That meant his roommate was out having a good time and while he wasn’t about to begrudge his roommate having a good time, he couldn’t help but be ticked off that maybe his roommate was having a better time than he was.
And then it just got worse.
There was a sound from down the hall and that’s when Frank realized that Lars wasn’t still out on the town. Apparently, Lars was doing much better than him because by the sound of it, Lars was already back and from the sounds coming from Lars’s room, he had a girl with him, and that’s when a girl popped out of Lars’s room, only it wasn’t just any girl because Frank found himself staring at a very naked Emily Granger.
Emily looked at Frank and Frank looked at Emily. “Hi,” Emily stammered and then she darted into the bathroom.
Moments later, there was a most unexpected squawk and then the sound of an ominous thud.
Frank raced to the bathroom and he knocked on the door. “Emily,” he called out and then he knocked again. “Emily. You okay?”
No answer.
“Emily, this isn’t funny. Are you okay?”
Still no answer.
“Okay, I’m coming in.”
One look was all it took but Frank grabbed at the girl’s wrist just to make sure. “Shit,” he groaned as he found no pulse. “Shit. Emily, come on.”
He opened her eyes but they stared back lifelessly.
God damn it.
“Emily,” the man said even though he knew it was pointless. “Emily.”
Fuck. 911. You were supposed to call 911 only ... only they couldn’t do anything for her now. They couldn’t do what he could do.
It was then that Frank made up his mind. He picked up the girl and he hauled her off to he bedroom and with every step, he could feel his determination growing. He knew what to do and he knew he could do it.
The case was in his closet. His dad had made him take it with him when he went off to school. Frank had protested. He wasn’t going to need it he told his father but his dad had insisted. He was so proud that one of boys was finally getting into the family business.
He knew where the leads were supposed to go and just where they should attach to the body. It was a good thing they didn’t have to wait for a lightning storm anymore. Using lightning was so old school. All you had to do with the new equipment was just plug it into a wall socket and let it charge.
A light flashed from red to green and Frank took a breath. Here goes nothing, he told himself.
The girl’s body jumped under the jolt of electricity. It looked impressive, Frank knew, but it was just the muscles reacting spasmodically.
Damn. No heartbeat. Hit her again.
Again, the machine charged. Again, the light flashed from red to green. Again, Frank hit the button.
Still nothing. Damn. He was going to be so busted if this didn’t work. Everyone was going to say it was his fault that the girl was dead but then that was hardly surprising. It wasn’t like Frank wasn’t painfully aware of mad scientist persecution.
But what could he do. He had to go on. He hit the button again.
It was a blip on the screen and then there was another one, and ...
And fuck yeah. She was alive. It wasn’t really his bag to cackle or rub his hands together diabolically but fuck yeah. She was alive.
Emily Granger blinked her eyes. The room was dark and ...
And wait. She was naked. What the hell was she doing. Why the hell was she naked.
She stirred and that’s when she felt it. There were cords and there was something heavy on her body, and ...
And there was a man in the room. What the fuck! Who the hell was the guy?
She stirred again. The room was dark. The guy was sitting next to the bed but his body was slumped over the bed. She moved just a little. If she could just get herself free.
Wait a minute. That was a heart rate monitor, and those cords, that was what was hooked up to her. That was her heart rate being displayed on the machine. What the hell was this?
She moved again. She had to get out of there.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
It was the guy. “Hmm? What?”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the guy said. “I wouldn’t try to leave just now.”
Wait a minute. She knew the guy. That was Frank Ensign. What the hell was he doing here? “Frank,” she said.
The boy nodded glumly.
“What are you doing here?”
“What do you remember from last night?”
“From last night?”
“Yeah, from last night.”
“I don’t know what business that is of yours.”
“Look, I don’t really want to know,” Frank said, “but I have to know if you’re okay.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s important, okay.”
“No, it’s not okay. I want to know what’s going on.”
“And I have to know what you remember.”
“Fuck you. I’m not telling you anything.”
“Fine. Be that way. I was just trying to help.” Frank got up as if to leave.
“Help who?” Emily asked.
Frank shook his head. “You don’t want my help.”
“Help me you mean?”
Frank said nothing.
“How the hell are you supposed to help me?”
“That’s what I want to know.”
“What do you mean?”
“What did you do last night?”
Emily considered that. “I went out last night with this guy I met,” she said finally.
“You mean Lars.”
“You know about Lars?”
“He’s my roommate.”
“Oh.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“And nothing.”
“You got drunk, didn’t you?”
“Maybe a little.”
“And you had sex.”
“Oh my God. You’re jealous.”
“Not really.”
“No, that’s it. You’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“Yes, you are.”
“I’m not jealous. You fell down and you hit your head.”
“What do you mean?”
“You were going to the bathroom. I didn’t see it happening but I heard it, and when I looked in, there you were.”
“Okay?”
“You were dead.”
“I was what.”
“You were dead.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You were dead so I did what I had to do.”
Emily was looking at the equipment around her and she was finally starting to get it. “Oh my God. You’re a monster.”
“I brought you back to life.”
“No you didn’t. I wasn’t really dead.”
“Yes you were.”
“Well if I was, you should have called 911.”
“They wouldn’t have gotten here in time. You’d still be dead.”
“Oh fuck. You really are mad.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot. It runs in the family.”
“I’m getting out of here.”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“Yeah well, you’re not me.” She disconnected the electrodes that were connected to her head and ...
“Whoa.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing. Just a little light headed.”
“I told you.”
“Shut up. Get out of my way. I’m leaving. Where are my clothes?”
“I’m betting they’re still in Lars’s bedroom.”
“You just wait until I tell everyone what you’ve done to me.”
“I don’t think you’ll be doing that.”
“Yeah, guess again.” The naked girl was angrily pulling the last of the electrodes from her body and then she was stomping out of Frank’s bedroom. He could have tried stopping her, of course, but what would be the point.
He could hear her entering Lars’s bedroom. He wondered what she was saying but as he picked up the equipment he’d used, he knew there wasn’t anything he could do to stop her now.
A few minutes later, he heard a door slam. That was the door to the bedroom. A few moments later, it was the door to the apartment. Frank shoved the bag he’d taken from the closet back in the closet.
He wondered if he should even bother to go out. In the end, he decided it was pointless so with a sigh, he just got ready for bed and went to sleep.
It sucked not knowing. Oh, he was sure that Emily wasn’t going to say anything but he wanted to know what was going on. It was hard to concentrate because he kept getting distracted and it seemed as if he wasn’t the only one.
He was sitting in his Mad Science class and the professor was rambling on about stuff he already knew the answer to. It didn’t bother him, but it was clear that the professor didn’t like him, so discretion being the better part of valor, Frank figured he’d just keep his head down and keep his mouth shut.
“So class,” the professor said, “we’ve covered the basics of reanimation. So based on what we’ve learned so far, anyone care to guess what comes next after reanimation?”
The class shifted nervously. A few chairs creaked. You could even hear the clock ticking away on the wall.
“Anyone? Anyone at all?”
More than a few eyes were looking in Emily’s direction but her hand stayed down.
“Come on,” the professor said. “No one even has a guess?”
Apparently no one did.
The professor sighed. “I would have thought at least one of you would have known,” he said and with that, he too cast a quick glance at Emily Granger, but then he moved on. “According to Gervais’s Guide to Reanimation, the most important thing after reanimation is sustaining current activities. Who here can tell me what that means?”
Again, the class was silent and the professor sighed.
“All right, let’s start from the beginning.”
Let’s not, Frank thought, but he wasn’t about to say anything.
Finally, class was over and Frank stepped out of the class. Another week, he thought, and finally, this topic would be over and then they could move on to something else.
“Frank?”
Frank turned to find Emily Granger scurrying up to him. “After what happened the other night, I didn’t expect you to be talking to me.”
“Yeah, well, I was mad, but about that, I ... um ... I got a question.”
“Shoot.”
The girl shook her head. “No. Not here. Could we go somewhere, somewhere private?”
Frank fought back the urge to smile. Her reaction hardly surprised him. Of course she didn’t want to talk about it in public. “We could go back to my place,” he said.
He could see her thinking it over. He could guess what she was thinking. She probably didn’t want to do it. “Can we go somewhere else?”
“What’s wrong with my place?”
“Nothing. It’s just that—”
“It’s just that what?”
She was struggling to come up with the words she wanted to say. “I ... I guess we could do that.”
“Cool. You know where it is, don’t you?”
“I ... I don’t remember. Lars drove that night.”
“So you want to follow me then.”
“Yeah. I guess that would be best.”
“Why don’t you follow me to the parking lot and I can drive you over to where your car is parked.”
“Okay.”
It wasn’t long before Frank was letting Emily into his apartment. “Can I get you something to drink?” he asked.
“Water, I guess.”
“Coming right up.” Frank went to the refrigerator and he took out two bottles. He handed one to Emily and he opened the other for himself. “So what seems to be the matter?”
“Are you sure we’re alone?” Emily asked.
“What? You mean Lars?”
Emily nodded.
“He’s got classes until five o’clock so yeah, we’re alone. What seems to be the problem?”
Emily took another drink from her water and then she took another. “It’s about the other night,” she said finally.
“What about it?” Frank said tersely.
“I ... um ... I’ve got a question.”
“Shoot.”
“I’m ... I mean ... I’ve been having trouble ... you know ... trouble concentrating, and um—”
“And you were wondering if it might have had something to do with what I did the other night?”
The girl nodded.
“Well, I don’t see how it could.”
“Oh,” the girl said in obvious disappointment.
“But I’ll tell you what. I’ll get my equipment out and we can take a look. How’s that sound?”
“That sounds great.”
“Okay, wait here. In fact, if you want to, you can start taking off your shirt.”
“My shirt?”
“So we can attach the monitoring leads.”
“Oh yeah, right.”
“Just wait here,” Frank said.
“It wasn’t long before Frank was back with his equipment. That’s your heart beat there,” he explained, “and there’s your pulse rate and over here’s your blood pressure.”
Emily blinked her eyes as she looked at the display. She was following what he was showing her but she was trying to understand what it had to do with brain activity. “I ... um, I don’t understand.”
“What don’t you understand.”
“What’s this got to do with my brain?”
“Absolutely nothing.”
“But ... but then why are we doing it?”
“This has nothing to do with brain activity,” Frank said, “but this does.”
Emily’s body jolted as Frank’s finger pressed a button and then mercifully, the girl’s eyes rolled up as she lost consciousness.
“You were out for a while.”
“Wh-wh-where am I?”
“You’re in my apartment. Don’t you remember?”
Emily shook her head. She didn’t remember anything.
“You came to my apartment because you were having trouble thinking.”
“I did.”
“You sure did.”
“Oh. Did we fix it?”
“I sure did. There won’t be a problem anymore.”
“Oh. Good. Why am I undressed?”
“You said you wanted to be comfortable.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“You might want to get dressed though. My roommate’s going to be home soon and he might not understand seeing you here.”
“Oh. Um. Okay. You mean I should go?”
“I certainly do, but feel free to call me if you have any problems at all.”
“Okay.”
Frank watched the girl go. In a way, he felt bad, but really, what could he do. He was pretty sure she hadn’t told on him so far, but her reticence wouldn’t hold for long, and then she’d be out for blood. Well, she would have been, but he’d taken care of that.
Emily Granger wasn’t aware of any of this. In fact, all the way home, she barely thought of anything at all. Everything seemed to pass by in a blur and then she was home. All that evening, she just sat around the apartment and she did nothing at all.
The next morning when she woke, she knew she had classes. There was one class at nine o’clock and then there was another at eleven o’clock and even though she knew these things, she just found it hard to get herself going. I just want to sleep, she told herself.
But she couldn’t sleep. Reluctantly, she pulled herself out of bed and she dragged herself to the bathroom, grumbling all the way.
She couldn’t even remember what her nine o’clock class was. Well, if she couldn’t remember what it was, she tried to tell herself, how did she know she even had it.
Shut up, she told herself. That wasn’t going to fly. Just because she couldn’t remember what the class was, it didn’t mean she didn’t have it, and yet as much as she told herself that, the same thought kept echoing through her mind. Did she really have a class?
She made her way back to her bedroom and she pulled out some clothes to wear. The panties weren’t a problem but when she got to her bra, for some reason, that didn’t fit.
It couldn’t not fit, she told herself. It had to fit so she tried it again.
This was silly, she told herself. It had to fit, and yet, when she tried it again, again it didn’t fit. It was almost as if ...
Yeah right, the girl told herself. That couldn’t be.
But it almost seemed as if it was. If she didn’t know better, she told herself, she would have said her breasts were growing.
Yeah right.
She’d gotten used to the fact that her breasts were never going to be that large. She even told herself she wanted it that way. She wanted guys who were interested in her for her mind and not for something a little lower down on her body, but sometimes ...
Sometimes didn’t really matter, she always told herself. Her breasts were as big as they were ever going to get.
So why was it that they seemed to be growing.
They weren’t growing, of course. It was just her imagination, so she went and got herself another bra.
The only thing was, this one fit her just as badly as the first one had.
There had to be a reason for that, one that didn’t involve the idea that her breasts were growing, but whatever that reason was, it was going to have to wait. She had a nine o’clock class, or at least she thought she had. She’d go without a bra for today only. She pulled on her jeans and she was out the door.
She was right, she told herself. She’d had to look at her class schedule to verify it but she did have a class in western civilizations. She’d frowned when she’d read that. It sounded boring, she told herself. She wondered why she’d taken it. Maybe it was to meet cute guys, she told herself, although now that she thought about that, she couldn’t remember meeting any cute guys in the class and she couldn’t help but wonder why.
It turned out there were some cute guys in the class. In fact, she couldn’t help but wonder why she hadn’t noticed them before.
Maybe it was because her tits were bigger, she told herself.
Shut up. My tits aren’t bigger.
Maybe they weren’t, Emily told herself, but Fred and Antonio sure seemed to think they were, and how cute was that. A guy named Antonio. God, it made her pussy so wet just thinking about that.
Shut up.
And what was cooler was the way it made her feel when Fred and Antonio noticed her breasts.
Shut up.
Why?
Because she wasn’t supposed to like that. She wanted to be noticed for her mind.
Yeah, well getting noticed this way was good, too.
And it wasn’t just Fred and Antonio who were noticing her. It was other boys, too, and there were girls, too. Everyone seemed to notice her and she found she liked it. She wanted to be noticed.
There was something wrong, she realized. She wasn’t sure when she realized it, but there was something wrong and it took her even longer to figure out what it was but when she did, she knew what she had to do.
She’d been missing quite a few classes of late but that was understandable. After all, the classes were all so boring and there were other things that were more interesting and besides, it was so much more fun to just go shopping or hang out with her friends so it took her a while to get what she’d needed.
She picked up the phone and she dialed the number. It was a couple of rings and she thought it was about to go over to voice mail when a man’s voice answered. “Hello?”
“Is this Frank?” she asked.
“Who wants to know?”
“I don’t know if you remember me but my name is Emily. We had a class together.”
“Emily?”
“Emily Granger.”
There was a pause and when he spoke again, his voice sounded kind of anxious. “I remember you,” he said. “What can I do for you?”
That was a good question, Emily realized, and she wasn’t sure how to answer it. The best way was just to come out and say it. After all, she’d recently discovered that guile wasn’t a strong suit for her. It seemed like whenever she tried to do something tricky, everyone seemed to see right through it so she might as well ask him what it was she wanted to know. “Did you do something to me?”
“Did I do something to you?”
“Uh huh. Don’t get me wrong, but I seem to remember coming over there and I seem to remember you doing something to me.”
“Doing what?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you the question. Did you do something to me?”
“What do you think I did?”
Emily was starting to get frustrated. “I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking. Did you do something to me?”
“I suppose maybe we should meet,” the man said finally. “Can you come over to my place?”
“I don’t know. Where is it?”
“You don’t know where I live?”
“I don’t know. Have I ever been there?”
“How about I pick you up and then we can come back here and talk. How’s that sound?”
“I guess that’s okay.”
“How about I pick you up after your classes.”
“Classes?”
“You are going to classes, aren’t you?”
“Oh, um, yeah, I guess,” the girl said hesitantly. “I mean, I might have missed a few here and there, but yeah, I’m still going.”
“So when would a good time be for me to pick you up?”
“You mean today?”
“Yes.”
“How about three o’clock.”
“Three o’clock this afternoon?”
“That’s right.”
“All right. I’ll see you then.”
Emily was waiting when Frank showed up and it was clear Frank liked what he saw. Amazed might have been a better word, the girl thought.
“You’ve changed,” the man said.
“I have?”
“Uh huh.”
“For the better?”
“I’d say so. You ready to go?”
“Sure.”
Frank took Emily back to his apartment. “Do you remember what we did last time you were here?”
Emily shook her head.
“Well first, you took off your shirt.”
“You mean like this?”
Frank gawked at the girl’s obviously very well endowed chest. “Um yeah,” he said. “Yeah. Like that.”
“Then what?”
“I, um, I got my equipment, and I put it on you.”
“Are you going to do that now?”
“Um yeah.”
Frank got his equipment and once more he attached the leads to the girl’s body.
“Then what,” the girl asked.
This was going to have to end, Frank thought. She was going to have to stop coming back to him ... or at least, she was going to have to stop remembering who he was. He cranked the dial to max. “Do you remember what we did that first night?”
“What night?”
“That night I saved your life.”
“Get out of here. You saved my life?”
“And you didn’t even say thank you.”
“Oh my God. That wasn’t right of me. Tha—”
That’s when Frank hit the button and the girl froze.
She blinked as the voltage was withdrawn. “What happened?”
“I think you were just about to thank me for saving your life.”
“Oh. Tha—”
Again, the current flowed and again the girl froze.
She blinked as the power was once more withdrawn. “What happened?”
“Don’t you remember. You were about to thank me for saving your life. You were about to tell me you’d do anything I wanted you to do.”
“Oh. Tha—”
Once more, the voltage was applied. Once more, it was taken away.
“I ... I ... wha-what happened.”
“I think you were about to tell me how you loved being a blond bimbo.”
Emily laughed uncertainly. “I’m not a blond bimbo.”
“Oh really. You sure about that?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
Frank produced a mirror. “I think I’d tell you to look again.”
Emily looked and she couldn’t believe her eyes. Her hair which had been brown was now golden. Or at least, she’d thought her hair was brown. But it obviously wasn’t.
“What’s the matter?” the man asked.
“My hair.”
“What about it?”
“It’s blond.”
“Well, of course it is.”
“But I thought it was brown.”
“You don’t even know what color your hair is,” the man asked incredulously. “That’s pretty dumb.”
Emily was staring into the mirror. It was dumb, she told herself.
“You’d probably do better if you let other people tell you what you should do.”
If she was really that dumb, then maybe, she thought.
“I’ll bet you don’t even remember that you came over here to ask me to fuck you.”
“I did what?”
“You don’t even remember that?”
Emily shook her head.
“I suppose it’s not your fault you don’t remember,” Frank said, “but I did save your life.”
Well yeah, Emily thought. Yeah, she did remember that. Maybe she did come over here to let him fuck her. “I’d like you to do it,” she said.
“Do what?”
“I’d like you to fuck me.”
“I’m not sure I want you to do it, Emmie.”
“Why no—hey, what’d you call me?”
“Emmie. That’s your name.”
“It is?”
“Sure. You told me yourself. You like that name. It’s so much less stuffy than your old name.”
“I did?”
“You did and I agree. It’s very smart of you. I wouldn’t want to use that old name either. Emmie’s a much better name for you.”
The girl seemed to be weighing Frank’s words and then she broke into a big smile. “I know,” she said. “I like it, too.”
“So about what we were talking about earlier—”
“What was that?”
“You were saying how much you wanted to fuck me.”
“I was?”
“You were. In fact, I think you were even saying just how hot it made you when guys used your body, but especially me.”
“I was?”
“Of course you were. Don’t tell me that you forgot.”
“I didn’t forget,” although it was clear by her tone that she didn’t really remember saying any such thing.
“That’s good to hear because as we both know, that’s why you came to school here.”
“What is?”
“You came here to find guys to fuck.”
“I did?”
“You don’t really think you came here for an education, did you?”
“Well, I thought—”
“How many times have you studied in the past week?”
“None.”
“How many times have you tried to do your homework?”
“None.”
“See.”
Oh my God, the girl thought. He was right. Why hadn’t she seen it for herself.
“It’s okay to be that way,” Frank told her. “You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.”
It was okay, Emmie told herself. She had nothing to be ashamed of.
“And now about why you really came here—”
“Yes.”
“We both know you came here to get me to fuck you.”
The blond nodded. “A girl has needs, you know.”
Frank smiled. “I know, but you know what I’d like to see you do first?”
“What?”
“I want to see you suck my cock, Emmie.”
“You want to see me do what?”
“I want to see you suck my cock. It’s what all the big titty blonds who like to fuck like to do. It’s almost like a contest to them, and you are a big titty blond, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Well?”
“I want to suck your cock.” She started to move forward before the wires to the machine held her back.
“Let’s get you unhooked from there,” the man said.
“Yeah. Let’s get me unhooked so that I can suck your cock.”
In no time at all, Emmie was disconnected from the machine. It was good that she already had her shirt off, she thought as she dropped to her knees and worked her way between Frank’s legs. It was only too bad that she hadn’t taken her jeans off, too.
“Eager, aren’t we?”
“Well, of course. You know how it is,” she said as she unzipped his pants.
“How what is?”
“I’m a big tittied blond,” Emmie said as her hand dragged the man’s cock out into the light. “Blonds with big tits love to suck cock.”
“I’d heard that,” Frank said.
“Can we take your jeans all the way off?” Emmie asked. “It’ll be easier that way.”
“I’ll make a deal with you. You take yours off and I’ll take off mine.”
Emmie smiled to herself. She was finally going to get naked. That was exactly what she wanted.
In the short amount of time that it had taken to get her jeans off, Emmie’s eyes had never left the spot below Frank’s waist. She didn’t have to look down at herself to take her jeans off. She knew what her body looked like. What she wanted to see was the man’s cock.
And suddenly, there it was.
“So you want to suck cock,” the man asked again.
“Uh huh.”
“Well then you better get to it.”
Emmie wasn’t about to waste any time. She knelt down and then she was sliding between the man’s knees. She grabbed his cock and she gave him a few quick strokes before moving her mouth in for what she really wanted.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned as the girl’s mouth took his cock. “Oh fuck.”
Emmie didn’t say anything but that didn’t mean she didn’t hear what Frank was saying and the truth was she loved it. It showed she was doing a good job.
Frank pulled his shirt off as the girl continued to suck his cock. It was the last article of clothing that he’d been wearing and now he was just as naked as she was. “Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
Emmie could hear the change in his voice. It wasn’t much. Just a little deeper and maybe a little more frantic but that was enough for her.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. I want to cum on your tits.”
What?”
“Big titty girls like it when guys cum on their tits.”
She couldn’t wait to make him cum, Emmie told herself. She wouldn’t have minded having him cum in her mouth but what she really wanted was for him to cum on her tits.
“I’m going to cum,” the boy announced.
There wasn’t time to ask him, Emmie realized. She just had to do it and she had to hope he wouldn’t be mad but she needed to have him cum on her tits.
She pulled her mouth from the man’s cock and she held her cock in front of her even as she stroked away at his cock.
The boy groaned and his cock came and suddenly, he was shooting his jizz all over her tits and Emmie couldn’t help herself. She loved it when guys came on her tits.
Even after she’d emptied his cock, Emmie continued to stroke away at him. “Hey,” the boy said. “Hey, what are you doing?”
He didn’t really expect an answer, did he, Emmie thought. It had to be obvious what she was doing.
“Oh geez,” the boy groaned as the big-breasted blond moved up to straddle his body.
Emmie reached between her legs and she took hold of his cock and she led him to her waiting pussy.
“Oh geez,” the boy groaned again. “Oh geez.”
Mmm. As good as he felt in her mouth, Emmie had to admit, he felt even better inside her pussy.
“Oh geez.” He’d just cum, but Frank knew it wouldn’t be long now.
Emmie knew it, too, and instinctively, that just made her ride him harder.
“Oh geez,” the boy groaned.
Oh geez was right, Emmie thought as she felt the man’s cock explode inside her. Her pussy tightened down and she moaned again. Oh yeah, this was what she liked. Big-tittied blonds just loved to fuck.
It wasn’t long before Emmie was clothed again but she knew she wouldn’t be that way for long. She was a big-tittied blond and big-tittied blonds just loved to fuck.
For his part, Frank couldn’t help but wonder just what the heck he’d done. He had the feeling in the back of his mind that he might have created a monster but this time at least, he had the feeling that the villagers wouldn’t be coming after her with torches and pitchforks but their was little doubt that they would be cumming after her.