Off-Campus Roommates

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The five of us moved as a pack. Dan and Harry were on the prowl for co-eds at the party, each acting as the other guy's wingman and trying to help them score some phone numbers. Joe hung back, reserved and a self-described intellectual he liked to pretend he was above either partying or hitting on women. 

Lily and I, well we let the men come to us. I'm Maya, second year bio-chem, and having the time of my life at college. This year instead of the dorms I rented an apartment with four other students who I've just introduced. We became fast friends and now generally spend most of our free time together. Lily and I especially, even though we're total opposites.

She's curvy and blonde, with long straight hair she's like something out of an old black and white TV show the kind of woman who makes a good All-American Housewife serving pot roast and sage motherly wisdom. I'm second generation American, my family is from India and while I know as much about baseball as anyone else, people still ask me where I'm from constantly.

"St. Paul," I answer.

"No but originally," they say.

"I was born in St. Paul," I say.

Lily is great at drawing in the boys, and soon she's got her pick of the group, dancing with a few members of the football team and the student body president. They're attractive and manly, exactly who she likes.

I hang back a bit, not as overwhelmed with options as she is. I tend to draw the guys looking for something more "exotic" which means something they're not going to settle down with. This is a very white college, most of the students are either from wealthy families or on very difficult to get scholarships and so most of the guys are looking for the kind of All-American wife that Lily represents. 

Me, I might be a fun diversion.

It sucks that I have to worry about racial politics even when trying to get laid, but that's the world these days for you. Not that I think it was ever any better, it was always this twisted and broken.

I'd been drinking when I notice that Lily is getting plastered beyond the safe limit. I flag down Joe for assistance and we rescue her from the jock she's currently dancing with who seems disappointed.

"I'm going to take her back to the flat," I say checking Uber on my phone. It's a two hour wait for a car.

Joe sees this and says, "There was a hotel two blocks away. I can spring for the night and you two can sleep it off there and go home tomorrow when the wait times for a ride are back to normal."

I look at Lily who nods and exclaims, "Hotel party!"

I sush her, not wanting to get our hotel room overrun with jocks.

"Okay, let's go," I say and the three of us walk out into the night.

The walk doesn't take that long and soon Lily and I are sitting on a plush couch in the hotel lobby while Joe talks with the front desk clerk. It takes a few minutes but soon he's joined us holding a key.

"Come on let's see what we've got," he said.

The room was fine, a single Queen sized bed which would serve for myself and Lily for one night. I kick off my shoes and flop down on the bed. Joe helps Lily with her coat and shoes.

"We should get room service," Lily said, looking through the menu that was sitting on the desk in the room. 

Joe smiled and took the menu from her hands, setting it back down on the desk. He shook his head, "Not yet. Now that I got you two alone I wanted to show you something. Something that I've been keeping a secret."

I sat up a bit on the bed, resting my back against the headboard, "What is it?"

"I have magical eyes," he said.

Both Lily and I laughed.

"It's true, here I'll show you, Lily look into my eyes," he said, "and just like anyone who does look deeply into my eyes feel yourself being pulled into them, pulled towards me and down the energy fading from your mind and body. It's okay, this is magical and irresistible, you don't need to fight it, you just need to relax. Feel yourself sinking into my eyes."

I watched as Lily's face went from smiling in bemused and slightly drunken surprise to a sort of placid blank expression. Her hands which had been at her hips, slipped down and went to her sides. Joe started snapping his fingers each time that he said a word like 'relax', 'sink', 'down' or a few others. I wasn't sure if this was a display of magic, in fact I was pretty sure it wasn't, but it was interesting to watch.

"Deeper and deeper," he said snapping his fingers twice, "you sink for me. Lost in my eyes, sinking deeply into my eyes. Weak and sleepy, relaxed and dropping down, down."

He snapped several more times.

Lily's eyes had begun to blink, first slowly and then rapidly as the eyelids barely seemed capable of remaining open. Her head nodded, listing forwards dipping down and then struggling to rise again.

"Sink." Snap.

"Drop." Snap.

"Sleep."

Snap.

Lily's eyes struggled and then shut, this time remaining closed. She slumped forwards into Joe's awaiting arms. He guided her towards the bed, laying her down next to me.

"Wow," I said, glancing between my two roommates. Whatever had just happened, it was surprising.

"Magic eyes," Joe said grinning.

I laughed and shook my head, "I don't believe in magic, but you can tell me how you managed that."

"Why don't you believe in magic? You've just seen her looking deeply into my eyes Maya, and sinking down," Joe said studying my face. His fingers snapped.

Again I laughed, looking at him and shaking my head, "No magic. I'm sure she was just tired anyway."

"Yes, so tired from the walk, from the party. So tired now," he said his finger snapping, "So relaxed and so easy to sink into the comfortable bed."

Snap. Snap.

I leaned back, noticing how deep his blue eyes were. Like the ocean, with a strong tide pulling me in. I thought about looking away, but could not get that worried about how calm I felt or how suddenly heavy I was.

"It would be easier to relax without your dress Maya," Joe said, snapping his fingers.

I agreed, standing and pulling off my dress. I'd had skipped the bra, daring to be a bit slutty for the party. I noticed Joe admiring my body as I stood there before him, lost in his eyes. 

"Do you know what a slave is Maya?" he asked.

"Someone who obeys someone else," I said.

"Exactly, and you're obeying me aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, not sure why. It felt natural, easy to answer in a way that would make him happy. The constant snapping of his fingers made it hard to think of any way to disagree with him, and his eyes were so magical and lovely.

He smiled, "So Maya you're my slave."

He said it simply and matter-of-factly and so I nodded. Just as if he had said the sky was blue or dogs bark, I knew he was right. His eyes seemed to draw me in deeper, his voice talking about serving him and pleasing him brought me further into his power.

I watched quietly as he woke up Lily, and had her undress and stand at attention next to me. He studied us, like a collector surveying his new acquisitions. Finally as if he had decided that he liked what he saw he gestured to the bed, "Get on the bed and kiss each other. You're very attracted to one and another right now, and doubly aroused by me."

Lily's lips met mine as she pulled me onto the bed. I tugged at her panties, deepening our kiss as Joe watched quietly. A puppet master with his new toys.