His Prize ((Open to one male))

I was a straight-A student, best at every subject and lovable teacher's pet. It was a gift. This eighteen year old could solve any math problem with the greatest of ease and write essays without a problem. So, it wasn't exactly a shock to others when I decided to take programming in college. Sure, I could have been a doctor, surgeon or rocket scientist, but I really did love computers. It was a passion for me.

If being a brilliant young woman wasn't enough, I had looks that could kill. Huge and perky breasts, plump and ample ass and a very beautiful face. Not only that, but I was one of the very few women in programming. Obviously, most eyes were on me during the long classes that I was in.

"So, to program such-"
Beep, Beep.

I brushed some of her long, brown hair from her face as I gazed on the classroom. It was just so hard to pay attention. It was a Friday evening. After all, I would have very much more liked to be able to have fun instead of staying in the classroom all day long.

"Excuse me class, but I'll have to step out for a few minutes. Talk among yourselves. But if any you manage to solve the problem and successfully program any sort of application, the entire class has the rest of the day off."

He soon rushed out of the class, and every student started talk to themselves. I wanted out of the class so bad, it was then I came up with a plan. My hand brushed some of my hair once more and I spoke to the entire class.

"You know, if any guy manages to get us all out of class, I'll go on a date with him tonight." I said with a playful grin.

((Open to one dominant male! PM me if you're interested! Thank you ))

Yes, he was that guy. The one who wore Neo's sunglasses and if the fancy struck him, wore his black trench coat, but he always wore black steel-toe boots no matter what outfit he felt like wearing. Whether it was his Matrix-esque outfit, or just everyday crumbled outfit and aviator shades. It didn't matter. He was his own person, like many of the other geeks and nerds, but in a slightly different way. Just not giving a fuck, that was the way Mark Jenkins lived, he knew that being a computer geek was supposed to mean he had no social life, and he couldn't get a girl to save his life. But that wasn't something he really cared about either. It wasn't that he did not like them, it was just that he didn't want one, well hadn't.

This one. He wanted.

Erika. She had everything; brains, huge tits, a perfect ass, and flat, board-like stomach. She knew it too. That was why she was asking the guys, the geeks, he should say, to do this. Glancing around, Mark saw that almost every guy was busy, now, working on the program she wanted. Each one of them needed this opportunity, and they all wanted it. He didn't need it at all, but he wanted it for a totally different reason.

That bitch needed her smile wiped off her face, and he was certainly the only freak in this geek room that could do it.

"Done."

All the other heads looked up. Mark had been doing this for quite some time before going to school to get in on paper that he was a world class troll, and hacker. He had programs that could eat computers alive, and solving a simple problem like the one their professor had placed on the board was a piece of cake. There was a soft hum as the cd was burned, and ejected. He picked it out and flipped it over, then tossed it to the dumb bitch who thought she was really smart.

Pulling his sunglasses off and placing them up on his head he smiled over at her, "Eight o'clock, be ready."

With a thud, he stood up and walked over toward Erica. Looking down obviously into her cleavage, "Wear something less.... Modest. Mkay? Princess?"

"Done."

I glanced around the room to see Mark, in disbelief. "Did...did he really just do it?" I ask myself as he burned a cd. My question was answered pretty quickly as he walked up and simply tossed the CD at me. He placed, I guess what you would call, his signature classes on his head. With a triumphant grin on his face, he said: "Eight o'clock. Be ready."

He then walked up to me, his eyes looking into my cleavage without a second thought. "Wear something less.... Modest. Mkay? Princess?" he said, not even looking away. Now, his arrogance and overconfidence angered me, but at the same time, impressed me. I didn't even know why!

Unsure of what exactly my response should be, I simply said "I'll see what I can do."

The teacher came into the room and then asked the class if anyone had managed to solve the problem. Naturally, I gave the professor the CD and everyone was free to go.

Later that day...​

It was seven thirty o'clock and I still couldn't believe that I was going to go on a date with Mark. Not that I found him atrocious or anything, but he seemed to be the extremely antisocial type. Not wanting to disappoint, I search my wardrobe for something that would really get his attention.

I had my hands on this short blue dress that really showed off my curves. Naturally, that also meant a good amount of cleavage, which I believe he already had plenty of back in the classroom. What more, together with my black heels, I knew that I would be well dressed for the evening.

That being said, I chose to wear those pieces of clothing and before I knew it, the clock hit eight.

Mark always believed in utility. That was why he had a clean burning diesel Jeep. Four wheel drive, and more than enough torque to get him out of just about any weather. All weather, over sized tires, and a rack of lights that could outshine the sun on any given day. He swung by to pick up Erika dressed in an Adidas white running suit. Three black stripes running up the outside, and the large symbol upon it's back, and of course his sunglasses and steel-toed boots. In fact, he used the boots to knock on her door as he tried to keep his hands off of other people's... Things, too many diseases out there. He was leaning against the door frame flipping over his Facebook on his iPhone4 when she opened the door. A smirk crossed his face as he saw what she had dressed in, and immediately snapped a picture of it on his phone.

"Proof, for all those geeks who slobber over you." With a tilt of his head he told her to follow him.

They got in the car, and Mark did open the door for Erika, but only because his Jeep was so high off the ground that he got a great pantie shot underneath her little dress.

Then they were off. Heading for a club he knew of, but did not frequently visit. It was called Le Donjon, or The Dungeon. A very exclusive club. Perfect for such an exclusive... Pairing... "Ready for some fun?" He asked, as they parked in front of the rather sinister, midevil looking entrance.

Knock knock

I practically jumped, hearing loud strikes at my door. The moment I answered, there I saw Mark who wasted little time to take a photo. What for? I had no idea.

"Proof, for all those geeks who slobber over you." he then said instead of a typical 'hi'. He wasted no time to tell me to follow him out. Determined to follow through with what I said, I walked right out, after locking my door.

He opened the door for me, but I didn't realize just how high up the car was. Needless to say, getting to the seat involved my dressed rising up a notch, revealing my black panties.

It didn't take long for us to reach a very particular club. I haven't even been to this place and quite frankly, I could see why. It had this...distinctive look.

"Ready for some fun?" He asked.

"I guess. What is this place?" I asked.

"This, m'lady," Mark said grandly as he entered into the massive main hall with Erika behind him, "Is your new home."

With a wink he turned about and led her into the extremely thick crowd. It was filled with everyone from Knights & Ladies dressed to their parts, to slaves with collars, to frat boys and sorority girls, and everything in between. Just a mixing pot of various people, from various places, and Mark looked very much at home swimming through the crowd as he pulled Erika after him with a firm grip around her wrist. They made their way towards a door marked simply; Hell. It was awash with bright red light, and contained nothing but a descending stairwell. Down they went, and the heat rose.

Mark had decided long before that there was no reason to get Erika drunk before bringing down here. He wanted to see the fear in her eyes, as she saw what would soon become the rest of her life. As the stopped at the bottom of the stairs he pulled her in front of him and stood behind her with his chin now laying upon her shoulder and both his hands grasping her wrists low down at her side. Hell, was the main part of the Le Dunjon. It had many rooms, and into each room stared a one way mirror. Plenty of depraved acts were being committed in each and every room.

"It's time to find out if you're as much of a slut, as you pretend to be."

With that, he pushed her forward while squeezing her wrists together behind her back until they were both in one of the few empty cells. The door closed behind them with a thick thud and Mark let go. He pulled out his iPhone, and flipped on the camera once again, this time setting it to video.

"Get undressed," He ordered. His voice had changed from the geeky-cockiness that it typically held to a deeper, more dangerous rasp that he had of course practiced for long before.