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I'm due to meet Miss Newman today.

The plan is always the same. Professor Henderson leaves the office to meet his wife for lunch and for the following two hours I and she use her office like a brothel.

Not this day though. Today I've decided to tell her I won't be taking part in her games any more. Relationships where I'm not number one is not something I want. Maybe I'm just romantic, I don't know, but fuck me if I'm not going to be the dominant one in everything.

And that night with Kenny, back in September, I still can't get it out of my mind. Jenna loved her ass being spanked. Fuck, my cock twitches again, I dare not look down, I know it can be seen through my slacks. I just grab it quickly and move it about, making it comfortable in my boxer shorts. Few more minutes and I'll be inside, out of the prying eyes at Miss Newman's office, but as I turn the corner, a familiar voice reaches me.

"Well I'll be damned if it's not Christian Grey."

That voice has been avoiding me for the past four months, why would he start talking to me now?

"Christian, over here!"

Another line aimed at me and I decide to stop and turn around. It's Kenny all right. And he is talking to me. I don't know if I should be upset or happy.

"Christian, it's me, Kenny."

I smile. Like I need reminder of who he is.

"Yeah, I knew you'd remember."

I shake my head and walk over to him.

"Now you are talking to me?" I ask casually, hoping the hurt in my voice is not transparent.

"I am. You aced your grades, right? I know you have, Gordon wouldn't lie to me." he smirks. "Come on, I'll buy you a coffee, or we'll grab a bite. We have to catch up."

"Just like that?"

"Don't act like a girl on me, man. I stopped talking to you, so what? I bet you are grateful now that you can go into second semester with top grades."

Was that what he was doing? I regard him with somewhat surprise on my face.

"Listen, whatever happens here, at college, stays here. But the key thing you need to focus on is that you need to count the exams passed, and get a degree in four years. Don't count the pussies. Never count the pussies. Pussies come and go, but the knowledge stays with you forever."

"I never saw it like that."

"This is my final year here, trust me. I've seen too many people fall in the pussy trap. And as sweet at it is, there is a way to bypass it. Like you did."

"Me? Erm..what do you mean?"

"You don't think I know about you and Miss Newman? I trained Miss Newman, Christian! Shame she doesn't want to play with us, though. Only by her rules, as she says. Not ours."

"Erm. Yeah." Should I be embarrassed he knows? Fuck him. I'm not. "It's the one thing I hate about her. Damn stubborn girl!"

"I thought so."

We've been walking towards the cafeteria and once inside we both head straight to the table I remember so vividly, like it was yesterday. Except this time it's only the two of us.

"I was heading to her office now, it's only fair I tell her I won't be playing her games anymore." I sit and scoot over in the booth, making space for him.

"Well you maybe be doing that sooner that you thought." Kenny points to the entrance of the cafeteria.

I look up; Miss Newman is standing under the door frame, looking for someone. Me, maybe? I've never been late at any one of our sessions. When our eyes meet, she smiles and walks over to where we are sitting. Upon reaching us, and without any invite she sits next to me and smiles again.

"Christian, I was expecting you in my office. Your essays need more work." she rests her hand conveniently on my dick and she starts stroking it. And my dick, as if it's hers, it wakens under her control. Lucky for us the tablecloth is long enough to cover her lewd behavior.

"Erm. Yeah. About that. I wanted to tell you," when did she manage to unbutton me? She's now stroking me solidly skin on skin, making firmer, jerkier motions. Fuck me this is good, but not good enough. "I'll be taking some rest over Christmas."

Sylvie Newman is not easily shocked. She is jerking me and staring at Kenny, who, with a smirk on his face is watching us fully entertained.

"Did he put you up to this?" she motions with her head towards Kenny.

I grab her wrist and make her stop the jacking. "Don't take me wrong, I loved being shown the ropes, but I don't take lightly to being a subordinate. You probably knew this would happen sooner or later."

I let go of her wrist and as if I had held her really rough, she starts massaging it with her other hand while looking at me, and then Kenny. Is that hurt I see on her face?

"I wasn't lying when I said you are my favorite."

"I know. And I'd love nothing more than to fuck you each day into oblivion, but it has to be on my terms."

"Well you can't lead the pack. I'm the leader." she snaps.

"And I respect that. I'm sure you can find someone else to play your game. You are a pretty woman. And very clever. And.. Yeah."

I had to stop. I didn't' want her or Kenny knowing I've fallen for her. Have I? Dammit, I think I have, but I know it's not how I want it. Maybe if I met her before, it would've worked, but not now, after the things Kenny showed me. The whole world changed for me. I want more.

"Fuck you, Christian."

"Miss Newman."

She left as abruptly as she came. I turn to Kenny and he is still grinning and looking at me.

"Wow, she really liked you, man."

"And I like her too, a lot. But let's not count the pusses."

"Ha-ha!" his laughter fills the half empty cafeteria. With Christmas being so close most students have already left for home. "I think now you are ready for us, Christian. Now you can join the fraternity!"

"Join you? I never said I wanted to join you!" I'm taken by surprise. "Didn't you hear me talk just now? I'm my own man. Hazing is something I'll never do!"

"You don't have to be hazed to get in. We'll vote but most of them already have heard about you."

I observe him dubiously without saying a word.

"Come on, Christian. I want you to. You are the right man to pass on my knowledge."

I smirk. "Dammit, I believe you that much."

I want that knowledge, too!

"Tonight. Meet me at ten in the Ribber building basement."

"Sure."

He stands up and leaves the booth.

"Wait! Do I need to get ready.. or something?" I yell after him.

"Just make sure you're there."

The rest of the day was uneventful. I went to the gym, practiced Kickboxing, had a shower, and read some. But even with doing all that I couldn't get Miss Newman out of my head. It felt like I hurt her. Did I? I'm sure I did. If she was in control of the situation, how did she end up hurt? One cannot get hurt if one controls the relationship, can it? Besides, she has other men she fucks. And women. Why do I suddenly feel like I owe her?

Gordon and Marc noticed the change in me. Even I felt lighter, in a way. Shortly before ten they started asking questions; if I'll join them tonight, why don't I want to go out, why am I so secretive, etc. I was in my bed, pretending to read and hoped them two will leave my room before the time is up. But that clearly wasn't going to happen.

"You are acting like an ass, Christian," Marc's first to criticize. Gordon is behind him, nodding, agreeing with Marc. "Why won't you tell us where you're going?"

I close my book and slowly, but confidently lift my gaze on them.

"I'm going to a Sigma Epsilon Delta meeting. Tonight."

"I knew it!" Gordon says through his teeth; to him it feels like I'm betraying him for his brother. "Kenny was asking me all these questions the other day; I should have guessed he would approach you."

"Wh-what does that mean?" Marc is somewhat confused. "Won't you talk to us anymore?"

"Ha-ha! Nobody could make me stop talking to you guys. I'm just going to a meeting, to see what this fraternity is all about."

"They are all about sex! I'll tell you that!" Gordon sounds hurt.

"Come on Gordon, you can't tell me you didn't enjoy that night with Jenna."

"What night? Jenna who? Jenna Lewis?" Marc definitely needs to be clued in.

"I would have if I had some action, but you and my brother decided to take things in your own hands."

"Well Gordon, if another opportunity comes along I'll make sure to share with you. Would that make you happy?"

"And me! Don't forget me, Christian!"

"Of course Marc, and you. So if tonight is all about sex, I'll let you know and the next time you'll come with me. Cool?"

"Sounds good to me."

Gordon nods. "Yes, that's ok. If my brother doesn't want me to get laid, my best friend will."

"Now will you two leave me alone to get ready?"

"Yeah, we are off to have pizza, but when you come back we'll still be up. Waiting."

"I know." I roll my eyes.

At precisely ten in the evening I am standing in the basement's hallway, waiting, having knocked a few times on the door. Finally the door creeks open and I walk in.

Inside, everything looks normal, except for the light; it's dimmed. This is not the brightest room on the campus. Having said that, this room doesn't have any windows and so it looks more of a room for entertainment than work.

There are around ten-fifteen students talking among themselves and sipping drinks from plastic cups. Everyone is sitting or lying down on the various size sofas and chairs. I see Kenny, he's sitting on the largest sofa placed in middle of the room and eyeing up someone in the other corner. The one I have obstructed view of.

"Christian! Over here!" having noticed me standing, he waves. I walk to him and just then I see the four girls in the corner sitting on the carpet and smiling at us. Everyone looks at ease. And so I am.

"Guys! Hey, guys!" Kenny gets everyone's attention as I'm standing.

"This is Christian Grey. He is the one that we'll have to vote on."

"Hey, Christian!" "'sup!" "Welcome!"

I look around and see a few familiar faces. Some rise their glass, some just give me a short nod, and others just blankly stare.

"Christian, behind you. Take the chair and sit on it here, in the middle of the room."

I hope they don't expect me to follow any orders because like hell I'll do!

I sit, facing the crowd; now they're all looking at me in silence. I slide on it, spread my knees apart. I have to look like I'm in charge. If Kenny thinks I'll go through any sort of hazing process he is mistaken. And this is me showing him attitude. He better pick up on it, if he is that clever.

"Christian, these girls are in here for the hazing." Kenny points to the four girls in the corner. They all smile and nudge one another. "Tonight they'll become fully pledged fraternity members. I hope you can think of something for them to do as their last step. I trust you enough to do the right thing."

The room becomes silent. If before there were people talking or finishing up their drinks, now they've stopped what they were doing and are intently looking at me. Listening.

Quick, Christian, think fast!

I gesture with my hand to the girls to come over. They all stand up but the last one, she starts crawling on all fours, slowly and seductively, towards me. Oh now we're getting somewhere. I glance at my audience; they're all waiting on me to do something.

"Over here. Right in front of me. On all fours." I say in deep, dominant tone and line them up facing me. Their asses are up, facing the fraternity brothers who are now staring at me with hungrier eyes. I'm dominating four girls! Fuck! Kenny really is making all my wishes come true.

"At this stage I don't know what Sigma Epsilon Delta stands for, and although I'm sure I'll find out soon enough, I think by simply being at UCLA we all should know what a true bruin is."

The girls are nodding. My audience is not impressed. Nevertheless, I start.

"So repeat after me: Respect - I will respect the rights of my fellow members' dicks and I will make sure they are hard every single day."

The silence is now even more prominent than before. Everyone's attention peaks again, and we are all waiting to see what the girls will do. As expected, they repeat and so I continue.

"Accountability - I will be accountable for my sluttly conduct each day."

"Integrity - I will conduct myself with integrity in my whorings with and on behalf of my friends."

"Service - I will make an impact in our global community through blowjobs and coitus, as and when it is asked from me and I agree to it."

"Excellence - I will conscientiously strive for excellence in my hedonistic work, and ask others to grade it for me each day."

By the time I'm done talking I find myself leaned forward, my elbows resting on my knees. My imagination has already surpassed me and so my enormous hard on is an evidence of what may come. The girls in front of me are clearly depraved, their behinds are perked more, they're all wantonly looking at me, waiting for a simple order.

My eyes fall on the blonde girl who, as she slowly crawls forward me with parted lips, I pinch her chin and pull her even closer, and just as she tries to kiss me, I slap her face. Gently, but firmly enough to know what I mean.

Glancing behind them I see my audience, fully engaged, all of them petting their monkeys and Kenny, Kenny has the biggest smirk on his face. He walks over to behind the girls, taking his time to slowly and carefully bare their buttocks. Once done, and he has four beautifully round bottoms exposed, he strokes and then slaps each girl with such intention, the sound is resonating in the room longer than it should have.

They love it!

Fuck, I could come in my slacks now! I'll explode if anyone even accidently grazes my dick, I'm that horny!

"Guys, come on. Line up, these girls need their bottoms spanked."

The girls half giggle half moan as everyone's now is taking their time to slap their behinds. As for me, I'm in heaven. I lean back and having had the need to make space in my slacks, I unbutton myself. Next thing I know, all four of them crawl closer and within seconds they are giving me a blowjob one would die for to be in my place.

"Oh fuck!" "That's not fair!" "He's not even a member!"

I hear voices coming from the crowd but I really don't care about them. I'm in charge. That's all that matters. What's interesting is that even with the disgruntled members everything is done very orderly and with dignity for the new ones.

"Now now people, you'll get your turn." Kenny's calming them down. In a spur of a moment I decide to stand up and give him the seat. Patience, Christian! My dick is throbbing for a fuck but I know Kenny will give me more if I just play fair.

It feels like the room has more people now than before and so I glance behind me and notice the door is open. More members pour in, girls predominantly and it feels like this, tonight, it's a start of a celebration. I'm not sure what to do with my dick that's now springing back and forth wondering, just like I am, if this will turn into an orgy or not. Oh how I wish it would!

I see Jenna, smiling at me and I decide to pull myself together. I start buttoning up but before I'm done I feel her hands on mine; she's eager to do the job for me.

"Hello, Christian."

"Jenna."

"I liked the show. Tell me, don't I get a spanking, too?"

I glance at Kenny who is half way through orgasming in one of the girl's mouth and I know he's done for tonight. I shake my head at his behaviour, smiling, and I wrap my arm around Jenna's waist, bringing her closer to me.

"You want to get spanked?" I mumble over her lips just before inserting my tongue inside her mouth. My eyes close as I relish the flavor of her strawberry chap stick.

"Mhm- mhm."

I pull back softly and playfully bite her lips. "What else do you want?"

She starts kissing and sucking on my neck and I, partly enjoying it partly looking for more girls, open my eyes. To my surprise I see standing there, under the doorframe the one girl that infused my thoughts all day. My very own Miss Newman. True, with her dark frame glasses not many would recognize her, especially in the dimmed room, but I do. Easily.

I don't flinch but focus on my game, my hands start roaming all over Jenna's body and stop on her buttocks. I squeeze her hard, pull her to me and grind against my pelvis. Everyone can hear Jenna's salacious moans.

"You like that, don't you?" I whisper into her ear and scrunch up her dress under my hand, revealing her fleshy buttock. My eyes are locked with Miss Newman all this time and I don't think she's flinched too. What the fuck she is doing here?

I caress Jenna's bare ass and smack it playfully, enough for her to want more. Where the fuck do I come up with this stuff? How do I know she'll want more? But as predicted, I feel her bottom lifting up, rising under my hand and hear her words whispered softly as she nods with her head.

"I do… I do…"

I let go of her dress, and wait for a second before it falls down, covering her and I take her hand.

"Come with me."

I push through the crowd, dragging Jenna out of the room, and as I reach Miss Newman, I see the reason why she's here; she's playing. Her favorite game, too. She loves being groped by unknown men in the dark, and that's exactly what's going on. I see a few hands under her white shirt, inside her bra. One is heading down, under her short skirt.

I stop with my back next to her and allow Jenna to go first. I couldn't but not clandestinely reach with my hand behind my back and touch her gently, rubbing barely noticeable circles over her panties. I know what drives her crazy. She suddenly grabs my hand and brings it closer and harder to her pussy while stifling a moan. Seeing how she succumbs, I pull my hand of her grasp and rest it on Jenna's waist as I continue with her through the hallway upstairs and outside of the Ribber building.

I thought I had it all sorted out. With Miss Newman out of the picture and Jenna on my hand, the campus was my oyster. I never wanted more than what I have now. I knew I was back in the game, and that I was back to ruling the roost, sort to say.

That is, until I saw her. The only person on this earth that had me beguiled the moment I laid my eyes on her.

How was that possible?

"Christian!"

"Um…what?"

"Lets go. Why have you stopped?"

I look around. It seemed that I had been in some sort of a trance. There was a girl that passed me by and vaguely smiled at me as we stepped on the landing. I clearly remember her big blue eyes, now imprinted forever in my memory. I must have drowned in them for a split of a second.

What the fuck?