Cassandra was truly a marvel. She was a special student of his, not because of any great aptitude for studies or anything that he would need really. Cassandra was more of a mistake than anything. She was short for one thing. She only stood at 5’2”, if that. Her massive fake 34F tits jutted out from her small frame almost comically. The only thing that wasn’t fake on her body was her hair and her eyes. And she had ruined her hair. The beautiful black strands were streaked with bleach blond splotches that ran the length of it which flowed down to her waist. Her clear blue eyes though were real and could captivate anyone, if they could look past all the other wrong things she had done to herself.
“Instructor, the guest you asked me to bring.” She said in her naturally deep sultry voice, gesturing to the man who was sitting uncomfortably on a couch that faced his chair.
He nodded his thanks to Cassandra and sat down in a chair facing the man on the couch. Kenneth wasn’t sure if Cassandra’s presence unnerved him more or less. It was hard to read him for some reason.
The man was slim, but there was power in those arms. His muscles moved just below the surface of his skin and the way his clothes rested on him he knew that there was little fat on the man’s frame. His hair was close cropped chestnut brown. His grey eyes nervously looked at him as he sat down casually. He might have been called attractive if it wasn’t for his snub, flat nose. It looked as if it had been flattened by a steam roller and had never recovered.
Cassandra was sitting very close to the man, allowing her tits to rub up on him a little as her hair was teasing his shoulder. Kenneth smiled warmly at the man. “I know how this must look to you and please I hope you don’t get the wrong impression.”
“The wrong impression?” The man asked sullenly. “How could I have the wrong impression? I was at my place of business and suddenly this girl,” He turned his head to look at the girl sitting next to him. Cassandra must have been closer to him than he thought because he awkwardly turned away from her and lowered his gaze to the ground suddenly having very little to say.
Humans were so easy to manipulate. He hadn’t figured this man to be so cowed by the proximity of a “beautiful” woman. Cassandra might have been beautiful once, but she had ruined whatever chance she had at true beauty. Still, a set of huge tits on an oversexed woman was considered attractive by human standards, so who was he to judge how anyone should react to it. In any case, it got him the results he needed.
“Like I said I am terribly sorry. I wanted to bring you to my home for an informal business proposal.”
The man looked up with irritation and…was that anger? How delightful. “You can take up business proposals with our marketing team. I can give you their number if you’d like.” He said as he reached for his back pocket.
“That won’t be necessary, Dr. Swaan.” Kenneth said genially, leaning forward. Dr. Swaan’s head jerked back a little as if he had been slapped. He hadn’t expected them to know his name. This was going to be more fun than Kenneth thought. “What I have to offer is more of a person-by-person concept. I don’t like dealing with big corporate machines, too much red tape and bureaucracy.”
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“The bureaucrats are who we get our money from,” Dr. Swaan replied. As he did so Cassandra pressed up against his shoulder with her ample breasts. Dr. Swaan’s face changed from slightly challenging to extremely uncomfortable in seconds.
“Look, I don’t know what you’re offering and I don’t care. I just want to go home,” he said as he stood up.
“I don’t think you want to walk out on me just yet, Trevor.” Kenneth said evenly. This time the Dr. was not so easily impressed by the knowledge of his name. He did however stand there stock still looking over at his host. Cassandra gracefully stood up as well and from behind him she gently pulled him back down onto the couch. He slid back down to his seat with little resistance.
Kenneth looked at the man silently. There was dignity there and will. There was something behind the man’s eyes that told Kenneth this man would not be bought or cowed into serving, or helping anyone against his will. That was perfectly fine; of course, Kenneth had no intention of allowing him any will to resist him anyway. But a human with a strong sense of self and purpose tended to make his work trickier than usual. This man would need delicacy.
He shifted his attention to Cassandra, “Cassandra, would you pour us some drinks. I will have the usual and the good Dr.? Let me see” Kenneth rubbed his chin in thoughtful repose, “I think a port would do. What say you, Trevor?”
The Dr. looked at him for a moment, “I’m not thirsty.”
Smiling wryly at him from his chair he nodded at Cassandra who rose from her seat to obey. Kenneth turned his full attention back to Trevor. “You keep eye contact with me. I like that in a male student, shows he has guts and something worth fighting for.”
Trevor narrowed his eyes to slits, “What are you talking about, male student? I haven’t been anyone’s student since my doctorate, four years ago.”
“What you mean to say is that you have surpassed those who would call themselves your teacher. Until tonight, there was no one who could have taught you that which you couldn’t learn for yourself.”
“I am having a hard time following what it is you are talking about.” Trevor stood up once again. “Look this has been great, you have a lovely home, but I need to get back to mine…”
“Sit down.”
The words were not shouted, nor emphasized in any way. Yet they had to be obeyed. Trevor found himself sitting down. He tried to remember what it was he had been thinking a moment ago. But when he tried to recreate the thoughts that led him to stand up in the first place they evaporated into nothing. There had never been any reason for him to stand up. So, he sat there quietly looking at this man who had made it possible for him to be here in this place.
Kenneth looked at the man silently. There was something there. He wouldn’t disobey his command but that was exactly what he had been trying to avoid. Too much and the man would be useless to him. He already had all the knowledge that Kenneth needed. If he pushed too hard or too fast that information might be damaged or completely lost.
Cassandra brought him out of his thoughts by offering him a crystal glass filled with a deep St. Croix Shiraz. The smell was amazing, as always. The wine made from that little country on the southern tip of such an inconsequential continent as Africa was among the best he had ever tried, even better than that grown from his native Italy. Alessandro would be most displeased if he learned of this transgression of his.