Bait and Switch Retype – Ch 19-20

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Ch 19

It takes me nearly an hour to convince mom that she hadn’t see an alien ship abducting Summer, and thankfully my sister is there to back up my story. Summer and I agree that my sister needs to leave our mother’s home, though, just so that a repeat occurrence isn’t likely. Her first thought is to come up and stay with me. When I point out that we aren’t likely to be able to keep our hands off each other, and people will notice, and that Lela and/or Harana can pick us up easily enough wherever we are, she decides to hitch a ride back home with Lela. That also allows her to start getting her affairs in order, just in case the demons kill us.

My wonderful sister is even willing to let me know (in excruciating detail) of the fun the two angels and she has, as Lela and Harana take turns incubating my un-hatched children.

Somehow I can’t help but think that I need to reevaluate my life, when I can make a statement like that.

We don’t fool ourselves, as we know that the odds are against us. The demons have an entire fleet designed for battle, and we have a few ships that aren’t intended for combat, but exploration and science. What chance does Earth have against that? My switches? Even having physical contact with my sister, I’m not certain that I’ll be able to affect that many at once. Everything just seems too daunting.

The start of the new semester is today, and I personally consider it a bad idea to go. I need to concentrate on coming up with a strategy for defeating the demons. This time it’s Summer that does the convincing, stating that I need to act normal, and like nothing is going on. “Besides,” she informs me cheerfully over the phone, “once we stop the demons, it’s not like school is just going to go away. You’ll still need your degree. . . That is unless you’ve changed you mind about manipulating people with your switches. . . ?”

And so I find myself walking in the cold air, through campus, on my way to my first class. I decide to walk, so that I’ll have more time to think. It just isn’t fair, looking around at everybody else enjoying themselves, as they return from Winter break, and chatting with their friends as if the world’s not going to end in a month. Was I ever that carefree, and ignorant?

Well, I guess I have Gina, or even the twins to talk to if I need to, but I don’t feel right dumping this on any of them.

I’m so absorbed in my own thoughts, and concerns, that I’m not paying attention to where I’m going, and run right into someone shortly after arriving on campus.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologize, giving the woman my hand, after I pick myself up off the snow-packed ground.

“Quite alright, Mr. Xavier,” the woman says in a voice I almost recognize. She looks slightly familiar, but I can’t place her. She’s an older woman, with long red hair, skinny, and rather attractive. She’s wearing a white smock, and so at first I think she might be part of the nursing program. The only problem with that theory is that I don’t know anyone from that department, and I’m certain I’ve met this woman before. Something tickles my mind, and I check for my switches. I’m surprised to find some in her: ‘metabolism’, ‘skin elasticity’, ‘red hair’, and ‘slow aging’.

Who’ve I given those switches to? Thinking hard, I come up with the answer, as it finally dawns on me. “Mrs. Polkins?” I ask in shock.

“Have I changed that much?” she asks me with a smile and a titter, while she brushes her smock off. “I’ve been feeling so energetic lately, and my hair color actually came back. Well, not really my hair color, but it’s still better than grey. Not sure why it turned red. Not even the doctors can explain it, but I’ve been feeling so ALIVE!”

I can tell that she is indeed feeling well, by the sparkle in her eyes, and the speed with which she talks. I can’t help but smile, thankful that my switches have helped at least someone out for the better.

Mrs. Polkins is looking at something red on her smock, and then examines her own hands. Suddenly she grabs my hand, exclaiming, “You cut yourself. Come with me, young man. Let’s get this cleaned out.”

I try to protest, it only looks like a minor cut and the nanites will take care of it soon anyway, but she is surprisingly strong, and refuses to listen to me. She chats the whole way to her office. “Ever since just before Winter break, I’ve had more energy, and the pounds just started slipping away. I’ve not felt this good in years. If only Mr. Polkins hadn’t passed away some years ago. . .” She glances at me surreptitiously, before continuing, “But you probably don’t want to hear about how lonely it is for an old lady. Anyway, I went to see Doctor Peterson, but he says nothing is wrong with me. In fact, he says that my body is acting like it’s almost twenty years younger. Oh, here we are. After you, Mr. Xavier.”

I step into the energetic nurse’s office, her hand on my lower back, and sit down where she indicates. She grabs some alcohol and gauze, before returning back to me, grabbing a stool, and setting it between my legs. She cleans the cut on my hand; or rather, the blood from my palm. The nanites have already closed the cut for me. Mrs. Polkins looks astonished at my appendage for a few seconds, flipping it over, and then rubs her thumb across where the blood had been.

“Huh, what do you know,” she says in wonder. “The blood had to have come from somewhere. . .” She continued to rub my hand, and despite my worries and concerns over the last couple days, her light caresses of my hand are starting to turn me on. When her light caresses turn into a hand massage, I finally look back to her face, and see her staring intently into my eyes. “It’s been so long since my husband died,” she tells me. “I get so lonely, sometimes. . .” She grabs my other hand, and starts to rub it, and I know instinctively what she is going for. I’m curious to see how far she’ll take it, without any action of my own. Even though she is sitting between my legs, rubbing my hands, her eyes never leave mine, and I can’t deny that she looks years younger than she had before Christmas break. It looks like she wants something from me, so I give her a slight nod. It seems to be enough. “I know how stressful it can get for you students. Even during the start of a new semester. All new classes, no idea what the new professors are going to expect from you. Finals are over, but that only means you have a whole semester to look forward to more of them. Why don’t you take off your shoes, and lay back on the table?”

I do as she requests, setting my shoes and socks next to the examination table, and laying back. She takes my left foot in her hands, and digs her thumbs into the meat of the pad. It feels really good to get a foot rub, and I’m soon relaxing to the older woman’s touch. With all of the stress over the holiday break, and then learning that the demons are coming early. . . Well, this is just what doctor, or nurse rather, ordered.

“Just relax, and let me take care of you,” she croons softly. Taking my right foot next, she starts to give it the same treatment that the left had received. “You know, Mr. Polkins and I used to be swingers.” I’m so relaxed at this point, that I just take the news in stride. I know where this is going to lead, and think that it might be a good release for me. “You wouldn’t believe some of the parties we used to throw.” She’s working on my calves now, and seems to be speeding up. “Sometimes I’d have five or six men in me a night and even played with the ladies. Pussy, lips, cock, ass, I didn’t care, but you know what I like the most?” I shake my head as she starts to rub my thighs. “Swallowing their cum.” As she says this, she unzips my pants, and pulls out my mostly hard cock. She looks at it for only a second, before groaning, and shoving her mouth as far down it as she can.

I moan as I feel my head hit the back of her throat, and then louder, when it goes in even deeper. No one has ever been able to truly deep-throat me, as my girth is too large to fit down their esophagus, but somehow this talented older woman is taking me deeper and deeper down her gullet. She must have some phenomenal muscle control in her neck.

Her skill is flawless. She takes me as deep as she can for a few seconds, pulling up for air while her hand works quickly on my fully erect member, then drops back down to take me into her throat again, humming as best she can. Every time she pulls up, spittle connects her lips to my cock, and it’s turning me on, like no other blowjob ever has before. It takes her a few bobs before her lips hit my pelvis, and a few seconds later, I lose control, and start shooting my spunk directly into her stomach. She continues to gag herself while I unload, and when I finally collapse back, she pulls her lips off my quickly shrinking cock.

“Mmm, thank you,” she tells me, making sure none of my semen has escaped her mouth. Her talent is such, that none does. “I think you are sufficiently relaxed, now.” She smacks her lips, smiling, “And Doctor Peterson did say that I need to add more protein to my diet.”

“Thank you!” I shoot back, feeling much better. Then I realize I haven’t done anything for her. “Do you want me to. . .?” I ask, pointing to her.

“Oh, no thank you. I actually got off myself, so I’m good. But come back if you ever need to relax.” I promise her that I will, and leave her office feeling better than I have in days. I’m still worried about the demons, but somehow I think everything will work out in the end.

I have only one class with Professor Frankens, but it’s right after lunch, and I have another class immediately after that. The professor smiles at me, but otherwise treats me just as she does the other students. I wonder if she’s hoping for a repeat performance, but other than a couple of sly smiles, she doesn’t act any different than normal, so I don’t try anything. Unfortunately (or maybe it’s fortunate considering the few smiles the professor gives me), neither Gina nor Shanna is in this class.

Gina had come by to see me the day after I’d gotten back from finding out the demons are almost here, but nothing she’d been able to do, could cheer me up. How odd it seems now, that one blowjob completely out of the blue, can turn my mood around. Gina had left saddened, and disappointed. I feel bad for her, but I can’t tell her the real reason I’ve been so depressed.

I start to feel down again, just thinking about it, and am about to give her a call, when Julia calls for my attention.

“What’s up, Julia?” I ask, wondering what she wants. Shanna is nowhere in sight, and I can sense her switch on the other side of campus. I marvel at how I can feel my switches from even further away now. I really am getting stronger.

“I’m hoping to talk to you, if I can?” she tells me innocently; too innocently, if you ask me, as red flags wave in my mind. I remember what Shanna had said about this woman stealing her past boyfriends, and am wary. Julia is cute, and I know she has a fantastic body, but I have no intention of hurting Shanna. I know I can use my switches on her to have her, and make her forget, or even make Shanna okay with it, but I’m still uncomfortable with the thought of manipulating people with my ability. Shanna is the first woman to truly like me for me, without having to use my switches on her. The fact that she is a geek like myself, is just icing to the cake.

I know I still need to practice with my ability, though, so I use it on inanimate objects, more often than not. I’m getting good at making them quickly and easily, but I’m not sure how much my practicing is going to help. What good does turning on lights, starting cars, or opening doors do against a horde of demons coming to devour humankind? I guess it is slowly making me stronger, but still doesn’t give me an idea of how to use my ability.

Julia clears her throat, and I realize I haven’t answered her. “Sure, what do you need?” I try to keep my voice level, and not sound suspicious of her. It won’t do to upset Shanna’s and Julia’s newfound friendship if I’m wrong about her.

“Can we talk somewhere a little more private? I don’t want to discuss it out here where anybody else might hear.” I raise my eyebrow at this suggestion, even more alarm bells going off in my head. “It’s about what happened the other night at Shanna’s, and I don’t want people to think I’m a slut.” Well, that sounds legitimate enough.

“Sure,” I tell her, looking around. I see a corner we can stand in, which will allow us to see if anyone comes close enough to hear, while still being public enough that I’m fairly sure she won’t try anything. A small part of me is thankful for Mrs. Polkins’s blowjob; I’m sure to think with the proper head right now.

When we get to the corner, I see her grimace slightly, but she looks around, before saying quietly, “I think I know a way that I can convince Shanna to allow us to be together and no longer be off limits.” I raise my eyebrow again, and she hurries on. “I’m not trying to steal you from her, I promise. It’s just that sometimes it’s nice to have a dick in you, and while I really enjoy what Shanna does for me, I want more. Who better than you? I know she trusts you.”

Ha! I think. I know she doesn’t, else why would she be so adamant about what I’m allowed to do around this other woman?

“I don’t know,” I tell her uncertainly. It isn’t that I’m adverse to the thought of fucking this beautiful golden blonde haired woman, just that I really don’t care to hurt Shanna, who has done nothing but care for me.

Julia isn’t about to give up, though. “You know she loves you, right?” The words delivered so matter-of-factly, seem to come out of nowhere.

Of course I suspect that she might care for me more than just a little, but the ‘L’ word is a bit strong. Isn’t it? Thinking back to when she’d taken care of me, after I’d been so exhausted from Lela, and everything else since then, I can see how what Julia says might be true. Then I remember Shanna actually saying the words to me, and almost saying them one other time.

“How do you know this?” I ask. “Did she tell you?”

Julia looks down at her feet, while she fidgets before answering. “Well, no, but you can tell by the way she lights up when you’re around her. She actually DIMS when you leave. I swear it. If that isn’t love, then I don’t know what is.”

“And you want me to use that love, so that she’ll allow me into your pants, is that it?” I can’t quite keep the disgust from entering my voice. If I’m not going to use my switches to manipulate Shanna, why would I use her love? Of course, Julia doesn’t know about my switches.

“You don’t have to make it sound like a bad thing,” she admonishes me, looking me fiercely in the eyes again. “I saw how you looked at me the other morning. You want it, too. Don’t lie to me. We wouldn’t be hurting her, but helping her. She is my friend now, too, remember. I don’t want to hurt her, but why can’t we be together as well?” She takes a step closer to me, and places her hand on my chest. Her perfume fills my nostrils, and I can’t stop myself from breathing in deeply.

Why indeed? She sounds so convincing; I almost want to believe it. Shanna loves me, and as long as she’s there, what would it hurt to help her and Julia to become closer? The added benefit of me slipping into this hot woman isn’t exactly a hard price to pay. Almost. . .

“Thanks,” I tell her, trying to be delicate about it for her sake, “but no thanks.” It won’t do to piss off Shanna’s girlfriend, and end up having Julia as an enemy. That’s a sure-fire way to lose Shanna. “I’ll wait for Shanna to change her mind on her own. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to lay with you, and find out just how good you are, but I can wait. I won’t hurt Shanna, and I can’t manipulate her, either.” Good, I think that’ll work.

I’m wrong.

“How good I am? You can wait? Who do you think you are? God’s gift to women?” She’s yelling now, and despite how secluded this corner is, people are starting to look. “Just because you’ve got a monster cock, and know how to use it, doesn’t mean that every woman is just going to come crawling to you!”

I have no idea what just happened, but she turns around and stomps away, before I can think of anything else to say. A small crowd has gathered while Julia was yelling, and they’re sniggering behind their hands at me; a few women even giving my crotch an appreciative look. Face turning beet red, I flee the scene.

I decide I’d better do some quick damage control, and call Shanna up, but she doesn’t answer, so I leave her a message to call me back as soon as possible.

I sense for her switch, and start walking towards her. I’ll be late for my next class, but this is more important. Maybe if I talk to her in person, it’ll be better. Hopefully I’m in luck, because her ‘happy’ switch is moving to the on position. Before I’m halfway to where she is, she calls me back.

“I just got off the phone with Julia,” are the first words that come through the phone. Dammit, I think, I’m too late. But why is she so happy? “And saw that I’d missed a call from you.”

“What did she tell you?” I ask, fearing that the other woman has spun some yarn about me coming on to her, and in order to save their friendship, she’s telling Shanna about it.