Scholarship Switch
“Well look who finally showed up,” the man in the dark suit and red power tie said condescendingly. “After four years you finally actually show up.”
“No offense, Driscoll, but I have been busy amassing quite a large fortune in the business world,” the tall man in the white collared shirt and dress pants replied, his shoes showing a seemingly endless shine to them. “And don’t act all high and mighty because you work at this school.”
The man behind the desk picked up the phone and called his outer office, “thank you, that will be all for today, you can tell security to close up on your way out, I will be here awhile with my guest discussing funding.”
Uon putting the office phone in the cradle, the man behind the desk stood and made way to his guest, pouring a glass of expensive scotch into a glass before handing it to the man visiting.
“That’s DOCTOR Driscoll, Maretti. And of course, Mr. Maretti, you were too busy to even bother to check on your own daughter until her graduation day,” the man in the red power tie said. “How typical for trash like you. At least your trophy wife bothered to show up for visits.”
Dr. Daniel Driscoll, biochemist and psychologist handed the guest a drink and motioned for him to sit in his reasonably spacious office at the university where he was conducting research.
“Oh come now, I am a trash collector. There’s a lot of money to be made in my world. And you can’t still be bitter that my daughter got the Lucchesi scholarship.” the wealthy business man replied. “That was four years ago.”
“I am well aware it was four years ago,” Driscoll replied. “I am also well aware of how your daughter got the scholarship, old friend.”
“Accusing me of something?” Maretti responded. “You have no proof. Otherwise you would have used it well before now.”
“Oh, I have the proof, you greedy bastard,” Driscoll replied tersely. “I chose not to use it.”
“Now that’s a funny one, Driscoll,” Maretti replied, sipping on his expensive drink. “Still just a little loser. Same as always.”
“Funny, Fredo,” Driscoll said, referring to the less than nice nickname people used to denigrate Mr. Nicholas Maretti, the ethically challenged businessman by comparing him to the young, dumb brother from an iconic movie. “I chose to get even instead.”
“Watch yourself, Doctor,” the overconfident Maretti stated bluntly, attempting to rise from his chair but feeling unable to rise. “How do you plan on doing that?”
The smaller man laughed.
“I already have,” Driscoll said laughing.
“Then do tell,” Maretti said, folding his arms on his chest and rubbing his eyes—feeling overwhelming weakness and fatigue.
“With pleasure,” Driscoll said, sitting back at the chair behind a desk. “Feeling alright, Maretti?”
“Just jet lag…” Maretti replied, as his drink fell from his hand.
“They came to me to do research for them,” Driscoll said with a smile. “Something you don’t understand at all, trash man, people coming to you for collaboration instead of running away from you. And you just drank my latest research, that’s definitely not jet lag, trash man…”
“What…. Driscoll….” Maretti managed from his seat across the desk from the doctor. “kill……”
Driscoll laughed.
“That’s a chemical I developed here. It renders a person unable to move but remain fully aware,”
Driscoll said as he walked over to his old friend, the one who wanted him to create drugs for his illicit dealings in a lab back where the pair grew up. “It also heightens the senses. Which is good, I don’t want you to miss a thing.”
The Doctor got right into his old friend’s face, took out a penlight and shone it in the eyes. Dilated pupils reacting slowly, no movement in any extremity.
“Excellent, Maretti. You’ll feel this way for a while. And no, I was never going to poison people with cooked up drugs to make money for you,” Dr. Driscoll said. “I wasn’t then. Even when I was desperate, broke and starting a family. But now… maybe. Especially after you interfered with the scholarship, and fucked with my home.”
Maretti tried to move, but was not able. Driscoll smiled at his guest.
“Got some fight huh Maretti?” the doctor of psychology and biochemistry said as he raised the desk phone and smiled. “Send her in now.”
In walked Sofia Maretti, the only child of the man seated across from the doctor. She favored her mother, with beautiful dark features, straight jet black hair, dark eyes of almond shape, a strong jawline, and a perfect face to frame her best features. The college senior was in perfect shape, her hourglass figure perfect for her 5 foot 10 inch frame. Thin but not skinny, athletic but not muscular, her body could be that of a fitness model with a bit more tone, or that of a bikini model in need of a slightly fuller top.
“Hi Daddy,” the senior said, walking right by her paralyzed father without so much as a hug as she moved behind the desk where the Doctor was seated.
“Thanks for coming,” she shouted over her shoulder as she crawled under the desk.
Sofia moved under the desk—which set her father off—if only he could physically move.
“What the fuck are you doing…” Maretti screamed in his head, his body dead weight in the chair—only a slight groan escaping. “I’ll kill you…”
“Beautiful, Sofia, you have adapted to your training quite well,” The doctor said. “You have become quite the professional.”
Driscoll looked at his nemesis, and smiled evilly.
“You fucked my wife, using those drugs you had designed, addicted her to them then forced her to fuck you to get more,” Driscoll said calmly. “So I played the long game. I used my good name and my talent to get on staff here once that scholarship went to your pretty little Sofia here.”
Though the drugs made him unable to move, Maretti’s senses were tuned in. He could hear the Doctor’s zipper opening, the clink of the belt being unfastened, then the moans, licks and slurps of a talented young lady who happened to be his only offspring using her mouth to her best ability.
“A new drug I developed had a direct effect on hypnotic conditioning, deepening the depth of trance, slowing things in the mind so suggestions would be well received almost instantly and automatically,” Driscoll said as he enjoyed the show before him as his nemesis lay chemically paralyzed and his daughter dutifully gave him a very sensuous workout using her mouth. “A few issues with that drug though, it only works with women, at least so far. But not any longer…”
Maretti was desperately trying to move any part of his body but could not.
“Was it this fun when you were fucking my ex-wife, Maretti?” Driscoll said. “Because I have to tell you, this is amazing. Little Sofia here is a talent at this.”
Sofia slowly and methodically used her talent to bring the good doctor to a crashing crescendo before swallowing all the man had to offer. The soon to be college graduate removed herself from under the desk licking her lips. She placed a hand on the Doctor’s shoulder.
“And thank you for coming,” She said to Driscoll, giving him a hug as she got off of her knees.
The Doctor pulled up his pants and buckled his belt as the pretty dark featured girl smiled.
“Sofia,” the doctor said. “Tell your father what you have been doing almost every weekend since arriving at this campus?”
“Yes, Doctor Driscoll,” Sofia said as she looked at her father. “I have been fucking who Dr. Driscoll has told me to fuck and collecting money to do it.”
Even chemically paralyzed, there was no mistaking the rage and ire emanating from Maretti.
Driscoll snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor, and Sofia immediately knelt at the spot, arched her back, held up her breasts and stared at the feet of the Doctor.
“As you can see, she is very well trained,” Driscoll said. “It is now going to be part of the tradition of the Lucchesi scholar to be trained in this fashion. And they all have you to thank for it, Maretti.”
Maretti wanted to get up and beat Driscoll senseless, but there was no response from his body though his mind was willing.
“Sofia, tell your father what you and your stepmother did on her visits here,” Driscoll said as he lifted her chin from its downward position to look up at her father.
“Yes, Doctor,” Sofia said almost robotically but with a warm smile. “I showed her the laboratory I was working in with Doctor Driscoll.”
Maretti gave everything he had to try and move, but nothing worked. He simply sat unable to move a single muscle.
“What did you show her specifically, Sofia?” the Doctor asked with a wry smile.
“I showed her how your treatments work, Doctor,” Sofia said smiling.
“Why don’t you tell your father what the treatments were, Sofia,” Driscoll instructed.
“Yes, Doctor,” the kneeling and very beautiful girl with dark features replied. “Daddy, Jessica had the same treatments I did! It was super nice to bond like that!”
Maretti could only listen and see what was unfolding before him. If he could, he would physically strangle his “old friend”, the one he took advantage of personally and professionally until the young doctor had enough.
“Sofia, why don’t you be a good girl and go get your stepmom and bring her in here for me,?” Driscoll asked as he patted her on the head.
“Yes, Doctor, it will be my pleasure to serve you!” the girl said cheerily, and eerily to her father, as she rose to complete her new task.
“While you were making your fortune in trash, and ignoring these two lovely ladies, I was very busy getting even, Fredo,” the Doctor monologued. “And definitely not ignoring these two beautiful talented ladies. I think you heard your daughter’s talent.”
Driscoll leaned in and checked Maretti’s eyes again, and delighted at the response, or lack of response from his esteemed guest.
“And your trophy wife? She has talent for days, Fredo,” the Doctor said with a laugh. “A week, actually, while you were in Vegas. You’re going to love this.”
The Doctor lifted Maretti’s arm and it fell dead back to its starting point as the door opened.
Driscoll smiled as the lovely Sofia returned with her stepmother, the lovely Jessica, who was 20 years younger than her husband of 5 years and not even a decade older than his daughter. Jessica bore more northern European features, wavy blonde hair, blue eyes you could get easily get lost in, a model’s face, and a body that had been surgically augmented several times with the bankroll of her husband, who lavishly spent on his trophy wife to keep her happy and satisfied.
“I must say, Fredo, the work your wife has had done is absolutely perfect,” Driscoll said as the women stood before the Doctor. Jessica was wearing a simple white sundress, her more than ample cleavage showing, and her legs stood out in the strappy heels she decided to wear. Her makeup was flawless, if not a touch overdone and just shy of slutty.
Driscoll walked behind the blonde bombshell and gave her a kiss on the neck from behind, which visibly weakened her knees.
“She doesn’t react like this with you, does she Fredo…” the Doctor mocked. “But this is only the beginning with me, and what I have taught her.”
Jessica moaned, while Sofia simply stood at attention waiting for what to do next.
“Showtime, ladies,” the Doctor said, snapping his fingers.
Sofia moved over to her father and knelt behind him, where she could see the Doctor and Jessica and still talk to her father.
“Hi Daddy,” the pretty coed said with a smile that her father could not see, as he watched his wife turn and kneel before the Doctor who was turning his life upside down.
“Strip, Jessica, slowly, hear the music in your head,” Driscoll commanded. “Put on a good show for me.”
“Always, Doctor,” Jessica said in a sultry voice as she began to hear music in her mind.
“Wow Daddy, Jessica is super hot,” Sofia cooed as she watched the action in front of her. “She looks like she could be a stripper the way she took off those heels, and is moving to the Doctor, OMG her look is perfect!”
Doctor Daniel Driscoll laughed as he watched his hated enemy’s trophy wife complete striptease like a professional while his only child provided commentary as she watched.
“There goes the dress, Daddy, wow that set is super cute but she really doesn’t need a pushup bra does she Daddy? You only pay for the best, that’s what you always say!” Sofia asked knowing no answer was coming. “She has the perfect ass for that thong too!”
Anger, fear, humiliation and thoughts of revenge circulated in the mind of Nick Maretti, but nothing immediate would happen while he was immobilized from the chemical cocktail in his system.
“Look at that Daddy, so smooth how she unhooked her bra and tossed it to the Doctor! And she looks so hot topless!” Sofia exclaimed. “She even turned around so she could show her perfect ass to the Doctor while she stepped out of her thong!”
“Jessica looks super hot all shaved and waxed doesn’t she Daddy?” Sofia asked. “We went together to get that done yesterday before you got here!”
Maretti was angry beyond belief, angry at Driscoll, angry at being unable to move, angry at what he was seeing his wife do and listening to his daughter give him the play by play.
Jessica turned and got on her knees and faced the Doctor, who was seated in a chair.
“Wow Daddy, that is a perfect ass! Look at her shake that as she crawls to the Doctor!” SOfia explained. “She’s so perfect!”
Maretti watched as his wife reached his nemesis, and unzipped his pants and removed his belt. She tossed the belt over her head and it landed at the feet of her husband.
“Daddy, I think Jessica sent this to you as a souvenir!” Sofia said. “Thoughtful of her!”
Jessica then undid the button on the man’s pants.
“UP up up!” Jessica said, as Driscoll lifted his ass off the chair.
“Daddy did Jessica ever do this with you?” Sofia asked. “She’s like a pro the way she took off the Doctor’s pants and underwear!”
Maretti’s blood boiled, and he turned crimson.
“Oh my god Daddy, isn’t that the most beautiful cock you have ever seen?” the daughter cooed to her father. “Jessica said it’s so much bigger than yours!”
For the second time in an hour, Doctor Daniel Driscoll was gaining favor from a member of the Maretti family as he commanded.
“Wow Daddy, look at her use those hands to get the Doctor so hard!” Sofia cooed. “Oh that nail color is perfect pink, I need to ask her what color that is! Anyway, look at those nails as her hand goes up and down on that perfect cock of the Doctor!”
Maretti was still feeling the effects, and try as he might, no movement. Yet. He vowed to get even and kill Driscoll.
“Oh wow, I thought I was good at giving blow jobs! Look at her take that all in!” Sofia said excitedly. “Oh my God… look at her head bob up and down Daddy! That’s not easy i can tell you that!”
Driscoll stared at Maretti as his wife did her work. And he smiled.
“Wow Daddy, Jessica is in amazing shape to do this for that long! Sucking a cock that big is super tiring!” Sofia said in the ear of her father. “What amazing work! The doctor is so big, and he can cum more than once, unlike you, Jessica told me. Oh yeah Mr. Stick N Squirt, that’s what she called you Daddy!”
Maretti could only watch as his wife changed positions, as she finally removed her mouth from the cock of the man controlling her, and his daughter.
“This looks fun Daddy! Look at Jessica put the Doctor’s huge cock between her boobs and titty fuck him!” Sofia continued. “I wasn’t sure how that was going to work out with the Doctor sitting but Jessica figured out how to titty fuck the Doctor, so hot isn’t it Daddy? I am going to have to try this!”
Maretti winced internally as his daughter continued her lewd account of what was transpiring before them, but that was all he could do.
“Wow look at that transition Daddy! As soon as her tits left the Doctor’s cock her hand was all over it!” Sofia said in amazement. “Look at that balance, she can lift that leg so high as she stepped over the Doctor to be able to straddle him! And her hand never left his cock!”
Driscoll laughed audibly as he listened to Sofia, the perfect golden child of Nicholas Maretti, nefarious businessman. The irony of the perceived perfect child giving his enemy a blow job, and now commentating as her step mother worked her sexual talents on the Doctor, was not lost on either man as they locked eyes before Driscoll began laughing and smiling.
“Jessica is so smooth, such amazing balance as she slid that massive cock into her!” Sofia cooed. “Look at her control that tempo Daddy! The Doctor says “make the good things last” and to be honest daddy, doing anything with the Doctor’s cock is a very good thing!”
Maretti tried to tune out his daughter as he watched his wife increase her tempo as she fucked his enemy.
“Woah, she is so strong, look at her stay in balance and move so smoothly up and down!” Sofia continued her play by play. “It is so fun to see someone with so much fucking talent!”
Driscoll laughed at the comment,
“See what I did there Daddy? I said ‘fucking talent!’ Jessica definitely has that, doesn’t she, Daddy?” Sofia chuckled.
Maretti was finished. He wanted the show to end, he wanted his daughter to stop, he wanted revenge. Mostly he wanted to move again, to be able to attack Driscoll. And kill him.
“Damn Daddy, Look at her stamina, she is bouncing so hard and so fast!” Sofia announced. “I have to tell you that is the best thing ever, to ride the Doctor’s cock it’s soo magical! The only problem is we have her back to us so we can’t see her tits bounce, right Daddy?”
Maretti would have cringed if he could.
“K, Daddy looks like it’s fireworks time!” the perky Sofia said cheerily. “The Doctor says there’s nothing better than being allowed to cum with him when he does! Don’t you wish you could see Jessica’s face as she cums Daddy?”
As the Doctor held tightly onto the blonde trophy wife, Jessica’s rhythm up and down slowed.
“Woah, here it cums! Literally!” Sofia shouted.
“Five!”
“Four!”
“Three!”
“Two!”
“One! There they go, I mean there they cum!” Sofia reported. “Wasn’t that the best, Daddy? Have you ever seen Jessica do that any better? I don’t think that’s possible at all!”
The crescendo of his daughter reporting the play by play and the sexual guttural moans of his wife with the heightened senses bothered Maretti. While he was glad the show was over, he had no idea when he would be able to move again, and when he would be able to exact his revenge and kill Driscoll.
“You may stop now, Sofia, take your rightful place,” Doctor Driscoll instructed, then watched as Sofia moved and knelt at his feet as he cleaned himself with a towel and redressed, back arched, breasts out, eyes on the floor.
Jessica lay on the floor a moment after climbing off the Doctor, recovering from her workout.
Dr. Driscoll then walked over and picked up the bra that was tossed at the feet of Maretti, saying “I told you she had talent.”
The doctor then placed the bra on Jessica, and said “Use this to clean yourself then get dressed and take your rightful place.”
The trophy wife used her bra to clean herself, then put her thong, bra, sundress and heels on before she took her place on her knees in the same pose as her stepdaughter, facing the paralyzed Maretti. Matching poses, matching smiles, bookends.
“That was fun, Fredo. Look at your beautiful women, well, they are really now my beautiful women, in their rightful place,” the Doctor said as she pulled a chair up to his captive. “I’m sure you can’t wait to be able to move again, thinking about killing me?”
Doctor Driscoll adjusted his chair and smiled at his captive.
“Remember I said the drug only works on women, Fredo?” Driscoll started, holding up a vial of liquid. “I have completed the formula to be able to use it with men, this new version.”
Maretti couldn’t move, but if he could he would certainly make the attempt to escape. His effort was there, his abilities were not.
The Doctor opened a door within his office and pulled out and unfolded a wheelchair.
“Good try, Fredo,” Driscoll teased. “I think you have at least another hour of paralysis, and anyway it’s time for you to test the male version of the formula. Ladies, load him in the chair and strap him in, the fun is just beginning…”