By Her Wishes

Over her years at Busunci University, Tiffany had built up a reputation among the student body as a bisexual rapid dater. It seemed like every other month she would have some new boyfriend and then a girlfriend the next month before swapping back to a boy. It gave everyone a little bit of hope that she would choose them next, since she always seemed to be the bigger personality in her dating life. The most unusual thing about all her flings was that they were always nobodies. People who nobody knew before they met them on Tiffany's arm and forgot about them quickly after she moved to her next date. More often than not, her boyfriends were never seen or heard from again. The common story was that they transferred away, a story Tiffany would neither confirm nor deny.

Samuel shared his last class of the day with her, ending right around 3:45 PM, and always watched her leave, her skirt swaying with her walk and hair bouncing to her step. A few months of this tortuous routine and he realized he still hadn't spoken more than a few words to her. It was perhaps this little habit that got him into trouble, but he couldn't have known that at the start.

The thing was, Tiffany did notice his stares. She loved them, but not for reasons one might expect. She didn't love his stares because she wanted to be owned by him, a dominant boyfriend wasn't what she wanted. No, Tiffany loved the stares because she knew it meant he desired her, and she could easily turn that desire into need, and need would become submission. And submission meant she could do anything to the younger boy.

It was on this particular Friday in mid-October that Tiffany decided to act. She had just left her most recent girlfriend and was ready to begin the cycle again. Class ended and students began to file out. She lingered, pretending to pack her bag slowly, digging around for some pretend items buried in the bag. She took long side looks at the meek Samuel sitting on the far side of the room, he hadn't left either. He was, however, staring at her. And not at all subtly.

Tiffany smirked to herself and thought, this is going to be easy.

She stood gracefully, bending forward as she rose to show off her ass as she got to her feet. She strode down to the exit door and paused as she reached it, turning half around to look at Samuel. He jerked as she locked eyes with him and started to look away. But she smiled, a predatory, dangerous smile, and beckoned him to her with a single finger, a commanding motion.

He scrambled to gather his items into his bookbag and slung it over his shoulder as he hurried to catch up. She didn't wait for him and left as he was racing to catch up. He reached the door and looked both ways down the hall to see her blond hair through the crowd, her back to him, as she walked away down the hall.

He hesitated, thinking, but...she had invited him so why wouldn't she wait?

He chased after her, pushing through the crowd that seemed to part for her but crushed around him. He escaped the building, looking frantically for Tiffany. He walked along, hands fidgeting in front of him as he tried to find her. He walked past the campus café and heard a little whistle. He turned and saw her.

Smooth legs crossed, eyes half-lidded, her hair shimmering in the light breeze. She had a fresh drink from the café in hand and a second one sat unattended on the table across from her. She nodded slightly towards the empty seat, her eyes never left his. He shivered. He felt...fear? Excitement? His heartbeat quickened as he approached. Her eyes drank him in from top to bottom. He noticed now that her eyes, a brilliant blue, were full of intensity and intelligence.

"Sammy, right?" Her voice was sweet like honey but there was a hint of venom in it. Like a soft caress with teeth. He shivered again and wondered if maybe he was out of his depth. But he had come too far and he had to admit he wanted her.

"Y-yes, um...hi. you're Tiffany...I've seen you around." His voice refused to stay steady, he was nervous and it bled into his words. He tried to clear his throat and build some confidence.

"That's my name. You've been staring rather intently at me in classes for a while now. What's the matter? Too scared to come talk to me?"
Her voice carried a tone that suggested she wasn't asking out of curiosity. She was asking to make him say it, she knew exactly what was going on in his mind.

"Um...yeah, a little scared. I'm just...new in town is all, still haven't made many friends..."

Her mouth spread into a smile, the kind of smile a cat might give a cornered mouse, and replied, "oh really? Well, I've got the weekend off, my apartment is always empty. Care to make a new friend?"

His eyes snapped open at her suggestion. Was he reading too much into it?
"You...you have an empty apartment?" He cursed himself for his awkward speech, "are-are your roommates gone often?"

She tilted her head sideways, "No. I just live alone. Daddy makes a ton of money and makes sure I stay comfortable. He expects me to carry on the family business eventually, so I'm really just killing time at college and getting some practice in. But you didn't answer my question. Do you," she paused, set her drink down, placed her elbows on the table, folded her hands under her chin and leaned forward. Her low top drooped down and gave him a clear view of her noticeable chest, the large end of a C-cup, and alerted him to the fact she was not wearing a bra, "want to make a new friend." It wasn't a question. It was a suggestion. An invitation. A trap.

And he was snared. He knew it. He stammered, stuttered, and spoke softly, "y-yes...that sounds...good..." He tried to keep eye contact but failed. He felt his cheeks redden and she only answered with that predatory smile again.
"Perfect. Here, my address. Show up tonight at nine. I'll be waiting." She left a small card on the table and stood, scooped up her drink, and walked off with a confident gait, hair swaying gracefully.

Heads of bystanders turned as she left, then those same heads snapped around to look at Samuel, still sitting at the table. He felt extremely self-conscious and grasped the drink on the table and took a sip. It was a sweet tea but for all he knew it could have been hard drugs from how his heart was pounding. He checked his phone to see it was 5:37. He had only a few hours to get ready. He scooped up the business card with her name, address, and a little emblem on the back and ran home.