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As the young co-eds began to hand in the completed forms, DJ directed them to Alyssa. “Since she’s so interested in the system, I’m going to have her compose the master schedule for me—have it to me tonight, OK?”

“I have homework actually,” she said with an annoyed tone.

“Refusal to cooperate, that’s a $20 fine,” he said.

“All right, geez,” she grumbled, accepting the stack with an irritated look.

“Good. And last but not least before I let you all out of here, let me just remind you all—this is college, ladies. It’s an environment in which decisions come at you faster than you can anticipate them sometimes. Talking about sex here. I know many of you are sexually active, and that’s fine—that’s great, even. Good for you.

“But from here on out, I’m going to ask that all of you use birth control. If you’re not on the pill currently, get your ass down to the health center and get on it. If you are, great—but stock up on condoms, because pregnancy’s not the only risk out there.”

A young Asian girl spoke up shyly. “Excuse me, DJ, but why are you so concerned about this? Like, I’m not on the pill, but I’m not sexually active and I’m not some drunk bimbo who’s going to have sex with some random guy. Like, how will you even know?”

“I’m glad you asked, Miko,” he replied. “I’m going to be popping by your rooms on occasion—at random, as the mood strikes me—for surprise inspections of this policy.”

“Surprise inspections? What does that mean?” asked Jillian, a curvy little sophomore with just the right amount of baby fat left on her.

DJ smiled. “I’m glad you asked, Jillian. Come on up here.” With a little hesitation, she walked over to him at the center of the circle. “Well, say one night I’m walking around the floor, and I see Jillian here—sexy little thing, isn’t she? Strip for me now, would you?”

“Strip for you?” she repeated dumbly. “I don’t want to.” Still, her hands grabbed the hem of her shirt nervously in anticipation of complying. She didn’t want to be rude to DJ, after all.

DJ smiled. “Excellent—this is a good time to illustrate what I meant earlier tonight.” He had one of the seated girls stand up, then took her spot. With a hand on Jillian’s wrist he pulled her down onto his lap and proceeded to give it a nice hard smack. Her butt jiggled enticingly.

“Now see, I told Jillian what she needed to do, and rather than get with the program, she decided to drag her feet. So now her punishment is that the whole floor sees her spanked over my knee like a petulant child.” He delivered three more smacks, each a couple seconds apart.

Jillian whimpered. “How many am I going to get?”

“As many as you need, Jillian. The punishment is for not stripping when you were told to, and it stops when you do as you were told.”

“Oh! You can stop then, I’m ready!” She hastily kicked off her shorts and her shirt, then her bra and panties when her RA’s look made it clear that wasn’t enough.

“Good girl. So you asked about random inspections. Are you on the pill now, Jillian?” She nodded, bright crimson from all the eyes on her (even though most of the girls were looking away). “Good. So now if I want to test that, how might I go about it?”

Several girls offered suggestions. “Ask to see her prescription.” “Search her purse for pills.” “Watch her swallow one.”

But it was Alyssa who got it right first. “You could have sex with her, then wait to see if she gets pregnant.”

“Bingo!” DJ called out. “So right now, I’d like to do a random inspection on Jillian here. Jillian?”

She moved to stand in front of him. “Oh, I get it. Or wait, do you want me to… right now…?”

“Up to you. I think you already understand the consequences for poor citizenship.”

Jillian nodded; her butt still bore little red hand-prints from the smacks a couple minutes before. “Yeah. So, let’s…” And she sat down staddling his lap, reaching down to guide his cock into her pussy. She moaned a little in spite of herself, then started to rock her hips. It was divine.

DJ thought back to when he’d first seen Jillian, on move-in day. He remembered seeing her father and brother carry in her huge TV, a plush love seat, what had to be thousands of dollars worth of clothes, and thinking—in a detached sort of way—how this rich, beautiful girl would be out of his reach and out of the reach of every guy he knew. Now, here she was, guided onto his cock with all the effort it took to direct the actions of a semi-trained dog, doing all the work of fucking him until he came, just to prove that he could fuck her without risk of messy consequences.

“Hey, didn’t you say we should use condoms?” someone asked. He couldn’t see who, since he had his face buried in Jillian’s boobs, but he suspected it was Alyssa again.

He raised his voice to be heard through the pounds of titties concealing his mouth. “That’s for when you fuck other guys, not me. Good question. Any others? ‘Cause if not, Jillian and I would like the lounge to ourselves, right?”

“Right,” Jillian echoed, whimpering a little as his tongue circled a nipple.

The girls cleared out then, Alyssa immediately setting to work on making the girls’ shower schedule for him. Jillian continued fucking him, mechanically moving her hips. “Jillian, this is sex, not ping-pong. Don’t just find a rhythm and stick to it—make it an art. Be spontaneous, for God’s sake.”

A hard smack on the ass was sufficient to motivate her into mixing it up a little, wriggling her hips in slow circles, bouncing vertically, rocking front to back. “That’s it, babe, but don’t forget to use your mouth, too.”

Jillian pondered a moment, then leaned down to kiss him. To her credit, her lips felt passionate, eager for the act, regardless of whether she was or not. DJ enjoyed it a moment, then pulled back and shook his head. “No no—that was good, but I meant to make some noise. Get excited!” He grabbed a nipple with each hand and twisted it; Jillian cried out in a little pain and a lot of ecstasy, and thereafter panted and moaned loudly.

“That’s all your mouth does—breathe and grunt? Come on, Jillian! Get into it!”

Jillian halted her moaning, then transitioned into what, from her hesitant tone, was clearly the first instance of dirty talk she’d ever engaged in. “Oh yeah, baby! Fuck my little, um, pussy! Just drill me, baby, drill me hard!” It was almost too funny to be sexy. Almost. “Fuck my dirty little c-cunt,” she stuttered over the word, and he wondered if she’d ever used it before. “Fucking cum in me, cum in my wet cunt, prove I’m a good girl, a good girl who does what she’s told!”

Jillian kept it up, but didn’t have to for much longer before his cock sprayed its bounty up into her. He kept at it just long enough to get her off, too, and while he doubted she’d enjoyed it as much as he had, her orgasm was unfeigned and seemed to reduce her to a pile of slut-meat for a minute, at least. Once he was done, she slumped forward until another few smacks on the behind got her off of him. “We’re fucking, not courting. That’s it, go clean yourself up. I’ll see you around.” DJ tossed her her clothes as she nearly left the lounge without them.

As the door was shutting he could hear her roommate, who’d clearly been waiting for her, asking how it was. “It was pretty awesome—and I’m sure I’ll pass inspection.” The two giggled hysterically as they walked off down the hallway.

He spent the rest of the night in his room, day-dreaming about what all else was in his reach now. Abby was on duty that night; he stopped her as she walked by and stripped her naked long enough to do an inspection before sending her on her way. Not bad; like he’d thought, not as well-built as Emily, but still pretty damn hot. Later, after Alyssa dropped off the schedule, he got out his highlighter to suggest a few rendezvous. One of them was tonight; Stacey evidently showered at night, and he’d always liked the perfect little ass on the varsity track runner’s body. It looked just as amazing naked as he’d thought, and felt even better when he was washing and soaping it for her. She was a lesbian, she said, and he believed her, so rather than fuck her he just got down and licked her until she came right there in the shower. It made for a nice change of pace. Felt generous. Tired and happy, he popped into Janelle’s room before bed and had her strip down to nothing but her panties and join him in bed, just so he’d have someone to grope if he felt like it during the night. (And he did feel like it, though a little less than he’d thought.)