The Exchange Student

The Pink Song

Being chosen for the exchange program was Lisa’s ticket to a better life. In America, they said, you could be anything you wanted to be. All you had to do was work hard, and Lisa was no stranger to working hard.

Living in Playa Del Carmen, everyone worked hard. You had to just to make it. Lisa’s small home had a well, and every day she carried water from the well to cook and bathe. She tended her grandmother’s garden, to have food to eat. When she went to school, she walked with her backpack on her back.

The exchange program meant leaving behind everything she knew and living with an American family. On TV, though, Lisa saw how American families lived. That was the kind of life she wanted. In America, no one had to carry water or tend a garden, unless they wanted to. They were doctors, movie stars, and bosses in big companies.

Those things took hard work, too, but not the kind of back-aching work that gardening did. That kind of work took brains, and Lisa did have a brain. Her grades proved that, and they were one reason she was chosen for the program. The other was her English, which she practiced as often as her Spanish.

On the day she left Mexico, Lisa hugged her grandmother and kissed her grandfather on the cheek. She boarded a bus with only one bag, which carried everything she owned. In her pocket was one hundred dollars, a fortune for her family. At the end of the journey was her American family, the Smiths.

In America, there were many Smiths. Many Americans on TV had similar names. Johnson. Smith. White. Black. Mexico had some of those, too. The Smiths that Lisa was to stay with for her senior year in high school, were rich by Lisa’s standards. By American standards, they were “well-off” but not wildly successful.

Lisa’s bus arrived at the station in the late afternoon, and her smiling American family waited for her with a sign bearing her name. The tall man with a thin brown mustache was Mr. Smith.

“Call me Jerry,” he said, chuckled, and added, “Or Papi.”

Lisa didn’t want to call him Papi, and instead settled on, “Mr. Jerry,” as she shook his hand.

Alongside Mr. Jerry stood an athletic blonde girl with her hair in pigtails. The girl wore a pleated miniskirt, pink, which paired with a white top that fit her snugly. It bore the word, “Cute” in pink letters. Her lips, which were wrapped around a pink sucker, glittered with sparkly pink gloss, and on her feet were a pair of pink heels with matching pink thigh-highs.

“I’m Julie,” the girl said, popping her sucker out of her mouth. She pulled Lisa in for a tight hug, mashing her large braless breasts into Lisa’s body and putting a sticky kiss on her cheek. Lisa rubbed at the glittery kiss as she pulled away.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Julie,” she said in accented perfect English.

The girl cooed and said, “Aw, Daddy! She’s adorable! Did you hear how she talked?”

Mr. Jerry patted Julie’s shoulder and said, “Honey, don’t be rude. It’s not nice to make fun of people. You know Daddy doesn’t like rudeness. I’m sorry, Lisa.”

“It’s okay, Mr. Jerry,” Lisa said. “It’s okay, Julie,” then she brightened and said, “In Mexico, we say, ‘Bueno.’ Okay.”

“Bueno!” Julie cried. She turned to her father, batted her long lashes, and said, “Bueno, Daddy.”

She followed this with a slightly irritating giggle, and Lisa forced herself not to cringe. Mr. Jerry nodded and patted the girl on the head like a pet.

“You see?” he said. “You have as much to learn from Lisa as she does from you. I think we’re off to a good start.”

Lisa smiled politely, nodded, and hefted her bag.

“The car is this way, Lisa,” Mr. Jerry said. “Let me take your bag.”

Lisa hesitated. The bag was everything she owned. But she nodded and handed Mr. Jerry the bag. Julie hooked her arm into Lisa’s, popped the sucker into her mouth, and pulled Lisa along toward the car.

“Do you like hamburgers, Lisa?” Mr. Jerry asked.

“Yes, sir,” Lisa said.

Mr. Jerry beamed.

“Daddy likes that,” Julie mumbled around her sucker.

“It’s really just for my students,” Mr. Jerry said. “And for Julie. It’s important, I think, to use the proper honorific for those in authority. I don’t expect that formality from you. You’re our guest.”

Mr. Jerry’s car was big, shiny, and black. Lisa had seen such cars on American TV. Many cars in America were big. Mr. Jerry put Lisa’s bag into the trunk and then opened the back door for her. Lisa slid inside, and Julie followed. The girl crawled into the seat, which Lisa thought was a bit odd. With how short her skirt was, the view from the back must have been positively indecent.

Mr. Jerry didn’t correct her and didn’t seem to notice. He closed the door and slid into the driver’s seat. All throughout the drive, Mr. Jerry asked questions, and Lisa answered. There were more questions over hamburgers.

The questions were polite, and the kinds of things Lisa expected a stranger to ask. He asked about life in Mexico and school. Life was different. School was good. He asked about her grandparents and her parents. Her parents were dead, and her grandparents raised her.

When Lisa asked, “Is there a Mrs. Jerry?” the question was met with a moment of silence.

Julie popped her sucker from her mouth, and said, “She left. She was a cunt.”

Lisa gasped.

“Julie, language,” Mr. Jerry growled.

“Sorry, sir,” Julie mumbled.

“Julie’s mother and I had some differences. She’s very independent. A month ago, she filed for divorce and moved to California to chase an acting dream.”

“I’m… I’m sorry,” Lisa said.

Mr. Jerry shrugged and said, “Everyone deserves to go after their dream. I don’t resent her. At least I still have my Julie!”

Julie beamed.

On the drive home, Julie asked her father, “Daddy, can we listen to The Pink Song?”

Mr. Jerry sighed and said, “I don’t know if Lisa wants to hear The Pink Song.”

“The Pink Song?” Lisa asked.

“It’s like the best,” Julie said. “Everyone at school is playing it! You don’t have The Pink Song in Mexico?”

Lisa shook her head.

“It’s one of those fads,” Mr. Jerry said. “One of those one-hit wonders. A little annoying if you ask me, but I’m just an old fogey.”

“Aw, Daddy! You’re not a fogey!”

“Thanks, princess,” Mr. Jerry said.

“I’d like to hear it,” Lisa said.

Getting to know the culture was good. She wanted to fit in. If Americans listened to the pink song, then she should listen to it, too.

“I can’t stand it,” Mr. Jerry said with a chuckle. “But Julie loves it. I keep a set of earplugs just so I don’t have to hear it again.”

Lisa laughed as Mr. Jerry put earplugs in. He tapped at the console of the car and a track began to play. On the screen, the name of the artist and track scrolled in digital letters. Sexy Stacy. The Pink Song.

Lisa had heard a lot of American pop songs. They were almost as popular in Mexico as names like José José, Paulina Rubio, or Shakira. Some of those songs had silly beats or tunes. The Pink Son was one of those.

The beat was bouncy and girly, and the singer’s voice sounded auto-tuned. Julie squealed as the song began to play, a sound that made Lisa grind her teeth. This was America, though. It was time to acclimate to the culture. And in America, people listened to the Pink Song.

So, Lisa gave it a chance. She listened to the beat, which at first she found far too bubbly and playful. As the song went on, though, she tapped her foot. It was a little catchy.

I’m so pink!

So pink and pretty!

I’m so pink!

With luscious titties!

The lyrics made Lisa blush. The singer’s casual use of expletives was a little jarring. In her religious household, grandmother would never have allowed The Pink Song.

I just wanna be cute and shake my booty for the boys.

I wanna be cute and let them treat me like a toy.

I wanna show them how girly I can be.

I wanna let them cop a feel on me!

I’m so pink!

So pink and pretty!

I’m so pink!

With luscious titties!

I’m pink and precious,

Makin’ girls jealous.

The boys are breathless,

Cuz I’m so precious!

The song was atrocious. But Julie sang along with the lyrics as she bounced in her seat, her big tits jiggling as she bopped along with the beat. By the end of the first verse, however, Lisa couldn’t help but bounce a little too. The song was just so… fun.

As Sexy Stacy started the second round of the chorus, Lisa nodded her head along with the beat. The song was in her head. While at first it had seemed annoying, now it was growing on her. It wasn’t all that bad. The girl’s voice was so happy. She really was proud of being pink. Pink like a girl. Precious and pink.

Julie giggled and cupped her big tits to shake them each time Sexy Stacy sang the words, “luscious titties,” and the third time it happened, Lisa giggled, too.

***

Discipline

Mr. Jerry’s home was a palace compared to Lisa’s hovel. From TV, she knew that most Americans had similar homes, but seeing one in person was like walking into a fairy tale. The house had two floors, as well as a basement. The open-floor design, with large front windows, let the evening sun in and made the white walls glow. It was airy and beautiful.

Mr. Jerry had a TV on the wall that was like having a movie theater at home. The furniture was all leather, cream-colored, and gorgeous. His kitchen had gleaming stainless steel appliances, like nothing Lisa had ever seen. Her entire home wasn’t even as large as Mr. Jerry’s first floor.

“It’s like a mansion,” Lisa said.

Julie giggled and Mr. Jerry said, “We do alright. That’s the thing about America. You work hard and you can do anything. Greatest country on earth.”

Lisa, wide-eyed, nodded in agreement.

“Julie, why don’t you show Lisa her room, and then we can take care of your discipline.”

Julie frowned and said, “Do we have to, Daddy?”

Mr. Jerry nodded and said, “I counted two infractions.”

Julie sighed, and said, “Yes, sir.” Then she turned to Lisa and said, “It’s upstairs. Can I take your bag?”

Lisa shook her head and said, “That’s okay.”

Julie giggled, took Lisa’s free hand, and said, “Bueno!”

“Bueno,” Lisa agreed.

Julie pulled her along toward the stairs, where she let go of her hand and proceeded up. Lisa averted her eyes from the girl’s pink panties, which were clearly visible under her short skirt.

At the top of the stairs, Julie pointed to a door and said, “That’s the bathroom you and I use. Daddy has his own.” She pointed to another door and said, “That’s my room,” and then beckoned Lisa to follow her to a door next to it. “This one is yours.”

She paused with her hand on the knob smiled widely, and bounced in place, making her tits jiggle.

“Daddy let me decorate it for you!” she gushed. “I hope you like it!”

She threw open the door and yelled, “Tada!”

Lisa walked into the room. Pink. Of course, it was pink. The walls were a light rose color, and a fuzzy pink area rug sprawled across the floor. The bed was a queen-size, a four-poster canopy with sheer pink curtains. Pink curtains on the windows. A small pink vanity. Pink bedside table. And on the bed, a giant pink teddy bear holding a red heart.

“Isn’t it just adorable?” Julie squealed.

“It’s… great,” Lisa said and then cheerfully added, “Really great. I love it.”

“I picked the posters out myself, too!”

How had she missed the posters at first glance? The sudden pink shock must have done it. Now that Julie mentioned it, Lisa couldn’t not look at the posters. There were two of them on either side of the bed.

The first was a cute blonde girl, lying on a pink heart-shaped bed. She wore a skirt similar to Julie’s, which was flipped up to expose her pink thong panties and her big round ass. Her top was a pink bandeau, which stretched tightly across her huge melons, which practically spilled out. She wore a pink collar around her neck with a heart in the center. In shimmery letters across the top was the word, “Sexy,” and at the bottom, “Stacy.”

The second poster showed another blond girl, this one sitting on her knees looking up at the camera. Like Stacy, she wore a pink collar around her neck. Emblazoned across it was the word, “Princess” in glittery rhinestones. The girl’s tongue lolled from her mouth and a little string of drool was captured in mid-fall, about to hit her huge rack. The words, “Good Girl,” were scrawled at the top of the poster.

“You can put your things in the drawers,” Julie said and bounced over to the pink dresser to pull out the top drawers.

“Um, thank you.”

“I’m gonna go change into my bad girl outfit,” Julie said sadly.

Lisa set her bag down and said, “Bad girl outfit?”

“So Daddy can do my discipline. I’ll see you downstairs.”

Lisa, perplexed, watched her flounce out the door. A moment later, her bedroom door shut. Lisa frowned as she opened her bag and put her few clothes into the drawer. America certainly was a different place. It was much more pink than she’d expected.

***

Lisa sat on her pink bed and dangled her legs off the side. It had been only a minute since putting her things away, and she couldn’t stop looking at the scandalous posters. Was this really how American girls decorated? It was awful.

She was still looking at the poster of Sexy Stacy and unconsciously humming The Pink Song when Mr. Jerry appeared in the doorway and knocked on the frame.

“Lisa? Everything okay in here for you?” he asked.

“Yes, Mr. Jerry,” Lisa said. “It’s… very cute.”

Mr. Jerry laughed and said, “Yeah. Julie likes cute. All the girls at her school are into the cute pink thing.” He looked her over, dressed in her faded jeans and black tee-shirt, with black hair and caramel eyes, and he remarked, “You’re gonna stick out like a sore thumb.”

Lisa looked down at her clothes.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Mr. Jerry said. “I’ll give Julie some money to take you shopping for some clothes. If there’s one thing I remember from high school, it’s how important appearances are. Yeesh! Kids are brutal when you don’t dress right.”

Lisa imagined herself dressed in a short pink skirt and pink heels, like Sexy Stacy, and shuddered.

“Anyway, I’m gonna go take care of Julie. Why don’t you come with me? It will do her some good to have someone watch. The surest way to make sure an unruly kid behaves is to embarrass them a little in front of people they like. Just a touch of humiliation goes a long way.”

Lisa fidgeted. She understood discipline. Grandmother was very strict. When Lisa was nine, she’d called one of their neighbors a puta. Her grandfather had switched her hard enough that Lisa never said the word again. Still, she didn’t want to watch whatever discipline Mr. Jerry had in mind for Julie. Julie was a touch obnoxious, but she was nice.

Still, Lisa nodded in agreement. Mr. Jerry had offered his home and hospitality. He was giving her a beautiful place to stay for the education program. And he was a teacher at the school she’d be attending. It would be disrespectful to talk back to him on her first day here. Maybe this was just what people did in America. She hadn’t seen that on TV, but America wasn’t so pink on TV, either.

“Good girl,” Mr. Jerry said when Lisa nodded.

Lisa glanced at the poster when he said it. The Pink Song bopped along in the back of her thoughts. An image of herself on her knees, drooling on her breasts flashed through her mind. And she pressed her legs tightly together before she stood up.

Mr. Jerry knocked on his daughter’s door and then opened it without waiting for Julie to reply. Lisa, standing behind him at the door, covered her mouth in shock. Her reaction wasn’t from the garishly pink room. That she expected. The room was as pink and pretty as her own.

Lisa’s reaction was to Julie’s “bad girl” outfit. Julie stood at the foot of the bed, with her legs apart. The pleated pink skirt had been replaced by a leather one, also pink, but shiny. Her panties were around her ankles. She blushed bright red as Lisa stared at her, open-mouthed. The shirt bearing the word, “Cute,” was on the floor. Instead, Julie wore a tight pink shirt that molded to her body, and across this one were two words. Dumb cunt.

Mr. Jerry stepped into the room and said, “Julie, I counted two infractions. What were they?”

Julie sniffled and said, “I was mean to Lisa. I said something that wasn’t nice.”

Mr. Jerry nodded.

“I said the, “C” word at an inappropriate time,” she said.

Mr. Jerry nodded.

“You can choose,” he said. “Daddy can spank your treasure and you can have the toy after, or Daddy can paddle your bottom but you’ll get no toy.”

Julie swallowed, blushed even deeper as she looked at Lisa, and said, “I’d… I’d like the toy, sir.”

Mr. Jerry nodded and said, “In position.”

Julie bent over the edge of the bed, displaying her puffy naked pussy to her father and Lisa. Lisa shut her eyes, but she opened them again almost immediately. She shouldn’t look at Julie’s pussy. She shouldn’t even think about Julie’s pussy. But Julie’s pussy was so wet and… and pink that she had to look. The Pink Song bopped along in the back of her thoughts.

Mr. Jerry stood behind his daughter, put a hand on her back, and pressed down until Julie’s face was against the bed. Her back arched, pushing her ass up further, and she stuck it out. Mr. Jerry’s drew his hand back and Lisa flinched as he smacked Julie’s bare pussy with the flat of his hand. Julie wailed and sniffled.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she croaked.

“Please tell Lisa you’re sorry,” Mr. Jerry said and drew his hand back again.

“I’m… I’m sorry for being a mean bitch!” Julie said.

Mr. Jerry slapped her pussy again. Lisa gasped, flinched, and cringed.

“Good girl,” Mr. Jerry said.

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, sir!”

A third whack to Julie’s pussy made her moan out loud. This time, when Mr. Jerry’s hand connected and drew back, it came away shiny and wet. Lisa covered her mouth. Was Julie… aroused from this?

Two more hard slaps to Julie’s pussy made her cry out and then moan as she wiggled her hips. After five slaps, Mr. Jerry stepped back and said, “Go get your toy.”

Julie stood and wiped at her eyes, then shimmied to her dresser with her panties around her ankles. She opened a drawer, dug inside, and returned with a thick pink vibrator, which she handed to her father. Then she kicked off her panties, climbed on the bed, and lay face down with her legs and arms spread.

“Lisa,” Mr. Jerry said and Lisa started. “Would you please get the cuffs on that side from under the bed?”

“What?”

“Under the bed,” Mr. Jerry said and pulled out a padded cuff from his own side to show her. “There are cuffs for Julie’s leg and arm on that side. Could you pull them out and put them on her like this, please?”

He demonstrated by placing a padded cuff around Julie’s ankle and attaching it with a velcro strap. He did it as if this were the most normal thing in the world. Was this normal? Was this what people did in America?

Lisa shook her head and stepped to the side of the bed closest to her. Julie, her cheeks red, looked at Lisa’s uncertain face and said, “It’s okay, Ms. Lisa. I’m a good girl again.”

Mr. Jerry patted Julie’s naked bottom and said, “That you are, Princess.”

Lisa reached under the bed, pulled a padded cuff from underneath, and placed it around Julie’s ankle as her father had done. Mr. Jerry affixed another to Julie’s wrist, and Lisa followed his example. When they’d finished, Julie was strapped to the bed, immobile.

Lisa stepped back, feeling hot as she looked at Julie’s wet pussy and long legs. The Pink Song echoed in her head. So pink and pretty.

Mr. Jerry picked up the vibrator from the bed and as Lisa watched in further astonishment, he pushed the toy into his daughter’s aroused pussy. Julie moaned again and wiggled her hips.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

Mr. Jerry pushed the entire long, thick length of the toy into her, then picked up a remote from her nightstand and clicked it. The buzzing was audible inside her as the toy vibrated to life and Julie let out a long whimper. Mr. Jerry set the remote down again.

“Let’s give Julie some alone time, Lisa. You and I can start going over your schedule downstairs.”

“I… Okay,” Lisa said as she watched Julie wiggle on the bed.

“Bueno,” Mr. Jerry said and chuckled.

“Bueno,” Julie mumbled.

Mr. Jerry shooed Lisa out the door, then shut it as he left. As they walked down the stairs, he said, “Were you ever spanked as a child? Disciplined?”

Lisa blushed and nodded.

“Sometimes it’s what a girl needs,” Mr. Jerry said. “Julie is remarkably well-behaved most of the time, but she does act out. When I was growing up, my mother was very strict about discipline, too. It’s one of the best things she taught me, and I’m sure it’s why Julie will be successful. Thank you for your help.”

“Um, you’re welcome,” Lisa said.

***

Making dinner was something Lisa was used to. She helped every night with dinner at home. Tonight, Lisa thanked her new family by making authentic Mexican tacos, which Mr. Jerry said were delicious. Julie joined them at the table and liked the tacos, too, but Julie was very flushed from being tied to the bed with a vibrator in her twat for an hour, and she was less energetic than earlier in the day.

“May I please watch a show, Daddy?” she asked after dinner.

“Of course, princess,” Mr. Jerry said.

“Would you like to watch a show with me, Ms. Lisa?” Julie asked. “After we clean up, or course.”

“Okay,” Lisa agreed.

Watching a show on the giant TV seemed appealing. After helping Julie rinse the dishes and put them in the washer (another luxury) Lisa followed the girl into the living room. Julie had replaced her “bad girl” outfit with another pink miniskirt and white tube top, but when she sat on the couch and folded her legs, Lisa caught a glimpse of her bare pussy.

“Do you like Good Girl High?” Julie asked.

“I don’t know what that is.”

“OMG!” Julie squealed. “We have to watch it. I’ll start on the first season so you can see the whole thing!”

Lisa sat back and let Julie navigate the astonishing TV display with a remote. Having nothing but an old box television with an antenna, Lisa was flabbergasted by how many shows there were to watch. There must be thousands!

Julie knew the show she wanted, though, and when she clicked on the thumbnail image, Lisa was not at all surprised to see a girly pink title card over the image of two blond girls standing back-to-back. Good Girl High. Why was everything in America so pink?

The show opened on the two blondes from the title card, the camera focused on their posteriors, as they walked the halls of a nameless high school. As they walked by, boys on either side of the hallway turned to follow with their eyes and open mouths. The scene cut to a wide view, showing the two girls in a slow-motion walk, their big tits jiggling as they strutted in their pink heels. They flipped their hair in unison. A closeup on a young man visibly drooling.

“Dirty boys love a good girl,” said a voiceover.

The second girl’s voiceover chimed in, “And no girls are gooder than the girls at Good Girl High.”

Lisa frowned at the use of the word “gooder” but then, English was her second language. The scene cut to the two girls giggling in a bedroom, painting each other’s toenails. The camera seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time on a closeup of the girly pink paint, going back and forth across the toenails. The background music was so happy and bubbly, and as Lisa watched the little brush go back and forth, back and forth, coating the nails in cheerful pink, it was hard to look away. It was hard to think about looking away.

Julie was quiet next to her, watching the little brush, and listening to the soundtrack. One of the girls was talking again, but Lisa didn’t really care what she was saying. Something about her bestie. Something about cute.

Cute. She was cute. They were cute. So cute. They were cute like Sexy Stacy and cute like Julie. Was she, herself cute? Maybe she wasn’t. Girls here dressed in pink and had blond hair. They listened to happy songs and wore little skirts and heels. Those things were very cute.

“She’s so cute,” Julie whispered.

Lisa nodded.

“Really cute,” she whispered back.

The camera slowly zoomed back, and as it did, it rolled slightly and Lisa cocked her head to follow the motion. The edges of the frame were shimmery and pink, and the background music was just so soothing and playful. It really was cute. The two girls put aside their brushes and pushed their hands together. Their fingers interlocked.

“Besties forever,” said one.

“Besties forever,” replied the other.

Lisa didn’t know their names. Had they said their names? It didn’t matter. They were cute. So cute.

They leaned toward each other. They opened their mouths. A pair of little pink tongues snaked out and gently brushed each other. Their lips, so shimmery and pink, touched, then molded to each other in a sexy pink kiss. It was warm and it was wet, the camera focusing on a closeup shot as their plump little lips locked together like two parts of one of those cutesy broken necklaces. Like besties.

Julie groaned. Lisa couldn’t look away from the two sets of lips. They fit so perfectly. The wet smack of the two girls kissing was as hypnotic as the playful music, as the pink shimmer at the edges of the frame.

Lisa felt hot, flushed as she watched them kissing. Julie whimpered and, even though she couldn’t look away, Lisa knew that Julie was touching herself. She was touching her pussy under her skirt.

As the two girls kissed and sighed and purred, an image of Julie’s naked pussy flashed through Lisa’s mind. Julies wet and pink pussy, so cute. Julie’s pussy, with a big pink vibrator stuffed into it, and Julie’s flushed pink skin, and parted pink lips as she moaned in pleasure from the toy in her pussy.

The scene didn’t cut so much as melt into the next, in which the two girls were now topless and still kissing as they touched one another’s big tits through their bras.

“I love your tits, bestie,” said one.

“Your big tits are so perfect,” said the other.

The camera’s focus moved to their hands as they squeezed each other’s big tits. The sound of their smacking lips carried on over the playful music, and the shimmery pink edges of the frame danced just outside Lisa’s field of view.

“So big,” Julie whispered. “Their tits are so big.”

“Yeah,” Lisa whispered.

“Could we be besties?” Julie asked under her breath.

Lisa could hear Julie’s fingers working inside her pussy. The sound was almost like that of the girls lips as they kissed. It was sexy and it was cute. Julie was playing with her cute pink pussy right there on the couch, as she watched the two girls.

Lisa felt a hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy through her jeans. It was her own hand. She was touching herself, like Julie was touching herself, and her pussy was so hot through the thick denim.

“Yeah,” Lisa agreed as she watched the girls. “Besties.”

“Besties are really cute,” Julie said.

“Cute,” Lisa agreed.

Cute flashed the screen. The word was like a neon sign in Lisa’s head, imprinting itself at the forefront of her thoughts. Cute. It was the word on Julie’s shirt earlier in the day. Julie was cute. Julie could be her bestie, her cute bestie, and they could be cute together.

Besties flashed the screen. Lisa moaned. Julie moaned. Lisa’s head felt so light, like she was floating in a pink haze as shimmery and soft as the edges of the frame. The camera zoomed out.

There was a man, sitting in a chair, and he was watching the two girls. It was like they didn’t notice him. They touched and kissed, unconcerned that he was watching, his hand on his crotch, rubbing his hard cock. Daddy’s girl flashed the screen and Julie moaned.

She took one eye off the screen and looked at Julie. Julie did the same. But she couldn’t quite look away entirely. Everything about the scene happening was just too cute to look away. But Julie was cute, too.

Julie’s tongue licked her shiny pink lips. They were so plump and moist. Julie leaned toward her, and Lisa leaned closer. Julie parted her lips wider and her pink tongue slid out. It touched Lisa’s lips, and Lisa’s tongue touched Julie’s.

In unison, they groaned and then Julie’s lips pressed to Lisa’s. Julie moaned into her mouth. The sound from between her legs grew louder, faster. Julie was fingering her pussy as they kissed. Lisa felt fingers on her own pussy, her fingers. She’d unbuttoned her jeans and her hand was down her panties, touching her pussy. It was so wet and hot.

Julie’s lips were the same, warm and wet. Lisa couldn’t pay attention to the screen anymore. Everything felt so good. Julie’s lips felt so good, and her tongue was amazing. Little sparks danced between them, igniting Lisa’s tongue as they kissed.

In her head, she could still hear the music from the show and the sounds of the two girls, who were now more vocal as they panted and purred. All the sounds mingled with The Pink Song’s lyrics in her mind, becoming a happy jumble of snappy pop music, girly moans, cheerful giggles, and dirty words.

Tits. Cunt. Luscious titties. Pink pussy. So many words that Lisa would never have thought of or said before, but as Julie’s tongue played with hers and Julie’s warm breath in her mouth continued, the words were all she could think about. Julie took Lisa’s free hand and placed it on her pussy.

Lisa groaned and she shook. Julie’s pussy was so warm, like hers, and so wet. Lisa’s fingers traced the other girl’s slit, gathering her honey. Then Julie broke the kiss. She looked into Lisa’s eyes, her own half-lidded and dreamy.

She took Lisa’s hand away from her pussy, and guided it to Lisa’s mouth. Lisa’s mouth was already open from the sexy kiss, and when Julie placed the finger against her tongue, Lisa tasted Julie’s pussy. It tasted… so pink and sweet. Lisa moaned.

There was silence in the room, and it took Lisa a moment to realize that the girls were no longer kissing. Julie pulled her finger from Lisa’s mouth and Lisa wiped a string of drool from her chin. She blinked, her head fuzzy, confused.

“That was so cute,” Julie said.

“Cute,” Lisa agreed.

It had been cute, but she couldn’t understand what had come over her. She blushed and said, “I… I’m sorry.”

Julie tugged at a lock of her hair and said, “Don’t be. It was really sweet. I loved that.”

“Ready for bed?” Mr. Jerry’s voice said from the doorway.

Lisa leaped from the couch and hastily buttoned her jeans, blushing furiously as she looked at Mr. Jerry, then at the floor in guilt.

Mr. Jerry didn’t seem to notice as he said, “Early start tomorrow. Julie will show you the ropes, won’t you, princess?”

Julie grinned and said, “Yeah! We’re like total besties.”

Mr. Jerry laughed and said, “That’s great, honey. Really cute.”

Lisa played with her hair, looked at Julie’s pink lips, and blushed. They really were cute. So cute.

***

Education

Going to school in America wasn’t just culture shock. It was just plain weird. The night before, as Lisa lay in bed, she played with her pussy in the cute pink bed. It wasn’t something she should have done. Her grandmother would have been furious. But all Lisa could think about was how cute the two girls had looked, and how cute Julie looked, and how Julie’s pussy tasted on her finger.

It was sinful, and it was wrong, but those things made her feel so happy and so cute. And to help her fall asleep in a good mood, she’d played The Pink Song on the MP3 player on her nightstand, and fallen asleep to it. It was still playing on repeat when she’d awoken in the morning.

Lisa’s first impression of high school reminded her of the show she’d watched with Julie, and that also made her think about kissing Julie and tasting Julie’s pussy. In turn, that made her blush, and she was grateful for her tanned skin that hid the pink tinge to her skin.

The school building itself was remarkable in comparison to her own in Mexico. The students, however, were the most remarkable thing, and what she found weird. Particularly, the girls. They were pink and cute. There was an order to them, which Julie explained as Lisa accompanied her into school.

“The freshman girls wear the long poodle skirts and blouses,” Julie said and Lisa observed the younger girls in their long pink skirts. “The Sophomores are allowed to go knee-length, while the juniors can go above the knee. Only the seniors who are over eighteen get to wear the cutest skirts and dresses. Like me!”

Lisa, in her jeans and a gray tee-shirt today, wearing third-hand sneakers, stood out from the sea of pink in a way that drew as many stares as her light brown skin and black hair. It was while Julie was helping Lisa to open her locker that Lisa encountered the mean girls.

“OMG, check out those rags!” came a high-pitched voice from behind.

The remark was followed by a chorus of cackling, and when Lisa turned around, a group of three girls stood nearby. She who had commented on Lisa’s appearance was a tall blonde in glossy pink heels, wearing a PU leather minidress that was so tight it was a wonder it wasn’t actually a part of her body.

“Where did you dig her up, Julie?” the girl asked and flipped her hair. “Totally gross! She’s not even blond!”

Julie reddened and snapped, “Fuck off, Pee Pee! Lisa’s my bestie!”

The girl’s bubbly facade cracked for a second, during which she fumed and stamped her foot.

“Whatever,” she said and flipped her hair again. “Don’t like catch anything from her!”

The girl and her companions stalked away, giggling as if the parting comment were the most successful comedy routine of the decade.

“Forget that cunt,” Julie said. “That’s Penny Porter. She’s stuck up. I call her Pee Pee cuz it’s hilarious, and she hates it. We’ll go shopping after school today, alright?”

Lisa looked at her clothes and put her head down.

“Come on, bestie. Cheer up,” Julie said, and before Lisa could react, Julie kissed her on the mouth.

Lisa moaned and nearly dropped her backpack as Julie’s soft lips pressed into her own. The kiss was brief, but it left Lisa breathless. Julie held her hand as they walked the halls, which Lisa found strange. However, it wasn’t out of place. Many of the girls were holding hands, and a few of them were also kissing. Boys in the hallways were all dressed in matching white button-downs and navy trousers, through which they openly rubbed their crotches as they eyed the girls.

The next strange occurrence was the morning assembly. Having an assembly wasn’t that strange. In her old school, they’d had a morning assembly to pray. In America, they had a morning assembly to listen to music. Specifically, the girls gathered in the gymnasium, where The Pink Song blared from the speakers on repeat for thirty minutes.

Lisa guessed it was about thirty minutes. She wasn’t exactly sure, since she sort of zoned out as she sang the lyrics and bounced in her seat. By the time it ended, she did feel much happier and more bubbly, though. And when Julie shared a kiss with her this time, Lisa helped herself to a squeeze of Julie’s big tits. They were just so cute! Julie returned the squeeze, and Lisa felt hot throughout her entire first class.

The first class had no boys, which was another oddity. When pressed, Julie explained, “Boys have their own classes. They learn really important stuff.”

“In Mexico, the boys go to class with the girls,” Lisa said.

Julie thought this was hilarious. “Why do boys need to learn how to do make-up, or clean and look cute?”

“Well, we learn math and science and—“

Julie yawned loudly and said, “Booooring.”

The first class turned out to be just as Julie had insinuated. There were no lessons in math, and no lessons in science. Instead, the girls were taught posture, walking, and presentation. Lisa was terrible at all of these things, but Julie and the other girls were happy to help. It didn’t seem as if these were that important to Lisa, but this was America. Perhaps all women needed these skills to make it big here.

Throughout the class, The Pink Song played low over the speaker system, the tune constantly vibrating inside Lisa’s head and making her feel happier, bubblier, and more pink. The other lessons for the day included make-up and hair styling, lessons in kissing, and lap dancing. Lisa finished the day feeling very hot, flushed, sweating, and with an overwhelming need to masturbate.

Julie took Lisa shopping after school, where they picked up new clothes using Mr. Jerry’s credit card. The clothes were very pink, some of them white, and the sight of them made Lisa tremendously happy. She sang The Pink Song along with Julie as they drove home, and couldn’t wait to try on the new clothes.

Mr. Jerry was home when they arrived. Julie put her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the mouth, which made Lisa feel hot watching it. His hand rested on her bottom as he asked, “How did your shopping trip go?”

“Oh, it was so perfect, Daddy!” Julie crowed. “Lisa got lots of new clothes and they’re so adorable!”

Mr. Jerry beamed and asked, “What did you think of your first day, Lisa?”

The happy tune in Lisa’s head had her bouncing in place as she said, “It was different, but it was much easier than my old school.”

Mr. Jerry nodded. “Yes, the boys get the hard work. Girls aren’t really meant for all of that. Girls just mind their P’s, isn’t that right, princess?”

Julie nodded, too. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Their P’s?”

“Oh, that was the first week’s lesson,” Julie said. “You weren’t here for that.”

“Why don’t you show me the clothes you got for Lisa, and while she tries them on you can tell her about the P’s.”

“Fashion show!” Julie cried and dumped the bags on the couch.

Mr. Jerry sat in his armchair, his hand resting on his crotch. Lisa looked at it, the bulge beneath the hand, and the heat in her pussy grew more intense. Julie stood behind Lisa and put her fingers under the them of Lisa’s tee.

“The first P,” she said, “is pretty. You aren’t blond yet, but you’re still really pretty.”

She kissed Lisa’s neck and Lisa shivered. Mr. Jerry stroked his bulge with his hand. Lisa moaned. Julie tugged at the tee and slid it up to expose Lisa’s bare tummy. The Pink Song echoed in her head.

“The second P is pink,” Julie whispered in her ear. “Pink is the prettiest color, isn’t it?”

Lisa nodded. Thinking about the pink made her head light and fuzzy. She was so warm and Julie’s hands on her bare skin felt so good. She raised her arms and allowed Julie to pull the tee over her breasts and then off.

Julie undid the catch on her jeans next and unzipped them. Lisa’s thoughts strayed to the previous night when she’d put her hand in her panties and touched herself in front of Julie. The shimmery pink at the edges of the TV frame had been there like they were there now. Only there was no TV frame. The pink was simply there, in her vision, hovering at the corners.

“The third P is pussy,” Julie whispered in her ear, and with one hand she pushed down Lisa’s jeans, while the other slid into her panties. Lisa moaned and her head lolled back against Julie’s shoulder.

“What do the three P’s make?” Julie asked.

Her fingers rubbed Lisa’s bare cunt as Lisa whispered, “Pretty pink pussy.”

“Good girl,” Julie said and Lisa trembled.

Julie pulled her hand out of Lisa’s panties and knelt, where she pulled Lisa’s feet out of the jeans. She stood and turned her, putting her arms around Lisa’s neck and looking into her eyes. Lisa shivered, standing in her bra and panties, and then Julie kissed her sweetly and slowly.

Their lips and tongues mingled and played, wet and sensual as Mr. Jerry watched. Julie undid the catch on Lisa’s bra and pulled it down her arms and off. She turned Lisa toward her father, then put her arms around Lisa’s chest and squeezed her tits.

“Such big, sexy tits,” Julie said in her ear.

The words from the show echoed in Lisa’s head, alongside The Pink Song, the playful music, and the image of the two besties touching one another. Now Julie was touching her just like in the show, and Mr. Jerry was watching, just like the man in the chair. He was watching, rubbing his cock, and looking at Lisa’s big tits.

“Let’s show Daddy your cute new clothes,” Julie whispered.

“Cute,” said Lisa.

“But we have to take off those black panties, don’t we?”

Lisa nodded.

“They should be pink.”

“Pink,” Lisa agreed.

Julie pushed the band of Lisa’s panties down over her hips, where they slid down her legs, baring her shaven V to Mr. Jerry.

“You’re a very good girl, Lisa,” Mr. Jerry said.

Lisa trembled. Good girl. The goodest girl.

Julie’s hands left her but they returned a moment later when the girl knelt at Lisa’s feet. She held a pink thong out and Lisa lifted her foot, slowly, like a dream and put it through the leg hole. The second followed. Julie pulled the new pink panties up Lisa’s legs.

Before she pulled them all they way up, though, Julie looked up into Lisa’s eyes. She leaned in, put out her tongue, and she gave Lisa’s bare slit a long slow lick. Lisa groaned and put her hand on Julie’s head. Not to push her away, but to steady herself as her head spun with electric pleasure.

“Good girl, Julie,” Mr. Jerry said, and Julie moaned and licked Lisa again.

The girl pulled the panties over Lisa’s mound, then retrieved the short pink miniskirt she’d purchased. Lisa stepped into this, too. Then Julie pulled a pink crop top over Lisa’s head, gently pulled her hair through it, and kissed her on the lips as she tugged the top down over Lisa’s tits.

Lisa was breathless when Julie pulled away and returned to the couch. When she came back, she fastened the last item around Lisa’s neck, a small pink choker. “Cute,” read the rhinestones on the band.

“It’s so cute,” Julie said.

“So cute,” Mr. Jerry agreed.

Lisa nodded, her head foggy and hot. Julie turned her toward Mr. Jerry, and it was as if she were seeing the whole world through rose-tinted glasses. Everything was a little pink. It was so cute.

“It’s adorable,” Mr. Jerry said. “Just adorable.”

Julie squeezed her bottom under the skirt and said, “You are just to die for, bestie!”

“Why don’t you two go get dinner ready?” Mr. Jerry suggested. “And make sure you put some of the Pink Powder in whatever you make. Lisa hasn’t tried it yet. None for me, though, please. It’s a little sweet.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Julie said and pulled Lisa by the hand. “I learned this really scrumptious recipe in cooking class last week, and I want to try it!”

***

Naughty Girlz

The taste of the sweet pink powder lingered in Lisa’s mouth after dinner. She sat with Julie on the couch for the next episode of Good Girl High, and despite not actually remembering much of the first episode, she couldn’t wait for the next.

Julie started the show, which opened on the same two girls, but this time they were in a predicament. The scene was in the high school’s gymnasium, and in the center of the gym were a pair of wooden stocks. The two girls were nude, their arms and necks trapped in the wooden contraptions, and their legs bound at the ankles.

“Even the goodest of good girls makes a mistake,” said the voiceover. “And when you have to take your discipline, you can always count on your bestie to look out for you.”

Even the dire background music was somehow bubbly and playful as the girl said her lines. When the pink title card for the show came up, it was accompanied by the shimmer at the edges of the frame. The title card seemed alive like it was right in the room with them. “Naughty Girlz,” it read.

The next scene faded in, a closeup on a bare, shaven mound. As the camera slowly zoomed back, it revealed the two blond girls, whose names Lisa still couldn’t remember. They were nude and standing in a locker room.

A shadow fell over them both, and when they turned, they were dwarfed by a large man in short, tight gym shorts and a tank top. Lisa felt there was something off about the man being in the girl’s locker room, but it was too much to think about. It was far easier to watch the pink shimmer and listen to the happy music. Besides, the naked girls were very cute, with their blond hair and big pouty lips, their breasts jiggling as they bounced in place on their feet.

“Girls,” the man said. “It’s your turn for inspection. Bend over the bench.”

The two girls immediately bent over the nearby bench and spread their legs. The camera cut to a close-up shot of their naked twats. The man’s big fingers appeared in the frame, where they probed at the first girl’s pussy, spreading the pink lips and revealing her wetness. The girl shook her bottom and giggled, then moaned when the man pushed his finger up her.

“Good girl,” the man said. “Your little pussy is so wet.”

Beside her, Julie whimpered, and Lisa could hear her once again pushing her fingers into her cunt. Lisa couldn’t look away from the girl’s pussy, so wet and pink, as she watched the man’s finger penetrate her. The girl pushed back against his finger, and the background music faded out to almost nothing. Lisa could still hear it, but the sound of the girl’s wetness was much louder, louder even than Julie’s wetness.

The man pulled his wet and shiny finger from the girl and placed the tip at her anus. The girl squeaked as he pushed it inside. Then she made her mistake. She stood up and the man’s finger popped out.

“Mr. Coach!” she shouted. “No! Daddy said that’s only his hole!”

Mr. Coach was not pleased by this response, and his hand flew out to slap the girl across her pretty face.

“Did you just tell a man, ‘No?’” Mr. Coach said, incredulous.

The girl looked uncertain. Beside her, her bestie came to her defense.

“Her Daddy said so, Mr. Coach!”

“That’s it,” Mr. Coach growled, and he grabbed the girl by her blond hair.

As he dragged her, nude, from the locker room, she wailed and flailed her arms. The second girl followed, still nude herself.

“This isn’t your business,” Mr. Coach shouted at her.

“Besties don’t leave each other!” the girl shouted.

“Fine,” Mr. Coach shouted back and grabbed the other girl by her hair.

Mr. Coach dragged the two girls along through the school hallway, while other students moved aside to laugh, point, gawk, and jeer. They pulled out phones and recorded videos. They took photos and uploaded them to social media.

When Mr. Coach released them, it was in the Principal’s office. He threw open the door, prompting a frown over a large desk from the well-dressed man behind it.

“Coach Prickinuts,” said the man. “What seems to be the trouble?”

Lisa couldn’t take her eyes off the screen. It seemed like her own fate was entwined with that of the two girls. She watched them get on their knees, the camera looking up from the floor, with a wide view of their wet pussies and the two men hovering over them. The men looked so powerful.

“Girl told me no when I touched her little butthole,” Coach Prickinuts declared. “Said Daddy told her it was only for him.”

“He did!” the girl protested.

This was not the proper way to handle the situation. The man in the suit frowned more deeply.

“Young lady, did you just interrupt?” he asked.

The girl stared up with her wide blue eyes and Lisa saw tears form in them.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she said.

“You’ll be sorry,” the man declared. “Set up the stocks, Coach.”

The coach nodded and started for the door. As the door to the office closed and the camera began to fade, the well-dressed man pulled out his cock and took the crying girl’s hair in his first.

***

“They were so bad,” Julie whispered as she played with her cunt.

“So bad,” Lisa agreed, and she touched her cunt through the panties.

The next scene faded in, showing the opening scene in the gym. The entire student body was assembled in the bleachers. All the girls watching openly rubbed their cunts. The camera focused on the two bound girls’ twats, leaking slut honey down their legs as they awaited their punishment.

The well-dressed man accepted a bottle of lube from Coach Prickinuts and used his finger to lubricate their assholes. On the big overhead monitors of the gym, the student body watched the enlarged view of the process. When the well-dressed man was satisfied, he worked a large rubber cock into the first girl’s anus as she squealed and humped it.

The second girl received the same treatment, after which they were both placed in chastity belts. The rubber cocks began vibrating intensely, the effect of which was displayed on the monitors as the girls whimpered and yelled.

“Making mistakes can be a real pain in the ass,” the voiceover said. “But as long as you’ve got your bestie, you’ll be alright.”

The rest of the episode became a pink blur as Lisa watched the two girls’ faces moan and scream on the big monitors. The background music played. The students laughed and cheered. The men stood by, watched, and delivered harsh spankings with a wooden paddle.

“They were so bad,” Julie whispered.

“So bad,” Lisa agreed.

“Ready for bed, girls?” Mr. Jerry called from the doorway once again.

This time, Lisa did not leap from the couch. She continued to rub her cunt through the panties as Mr. Jerry watched.

“Yes, Daddy,” Julie was as she fingered her own twat.

Mr. Jerry frowned. “Lisa, are you playing with yourself with your panties on?”

Lisa looked down at her hand as if it had betrayed her and nodded.

“Do you think good girls keep their panties on to play with their pussy?” Mr. Jerry asked.

Lisa didn’t know. She was not from America, and girls in Mexico didn’t sit with their besties to play with their pussy, as far as she knew. She shook her head.

“I don’t know.”

Mr. Jerry sighed. “Of course. I’m sorry, Lisa. Julie, why don’t you take Lisa upstairs and help her play with her pussy like a good girl?”

Julie pulled her wet fingers from her snatch, licked them, and said, “Yes, Daddy.”

And that was how Lisa found herself bent over the princess bed, in her new room, with Julie purring and licking her wet pussy for the first time.

***

The Prom

Lisa’s first week in school went much better. Her new pink clothes made her less of an eyesore, but she still stood out with her black hair. Each morning, she gathered with the rest of the girls to listen to The Pink Song, and then went to classes to learn important things for a girl.

She learned how to kiss Julie, and how to kiss other girls. At first, it was under the eye of the instructor. Later, they were tested by kissing in front of groups of the senior boys. This was a series of exams. If the boys were all erect as they watched the girls kiss and touch one another, the exams were passed. If any of the boys were not erect, the exam was failed. Lisa failed her second round of exams, but when she was spanked by the instructor, the boys did get hard and she was allowed to pass.

Each night, she watched Good Girl High with Julie. It was difficult to remember the details of the episodes, however. What she did remember were the lessons the episodes taught. Things like being a good girl were the most important lessons. Talking back to men was a definite bad girl move, so Lisa didn’t do that.

Her bestie was the next most important thing, and by the end of the first week, Lisa no longer needed to sleep in her own room. Instead, she slept in Julie’s room, where they practiced kissing, touching, and licking each other’s twats. After the first month, Mr. Jerry began to watch from a chair and rub his cock.

In Lisa’s second month in school, lessons became more advanced. The girls practiced with rubber toys, pushing them down their throats until they gagged. Some of the other girls were really good at it and said they’d been practicing at home with their fathers. Lisa was not good at it, and neither was Julie. Thankfully, when they asked Mr. Jerry for help, he began tutoring them at home.

Each night, while Lisa licked Julie’s cunt, Mr. Jerry pushed his cock into Julie’s throat to help her learn. When Lisa made Julie cum, they would switch places, and Mr. Jerry would help Lisa by pushing his penis down her throat until she could reliably take the entire length without choking. She was sure that the lessons helped her to pass the exams, where she had to endure the male staff members using her throat in front of the student body. Julie did really great, too, and Lisa was so proud of her bestie.

Even tougher was learning how to take the big rubber toys up her ass. At first, it really hurt. Julie even cried. Under Mr. Jerry’s care, though, the in-home lessons in the evening were really helpful. Lisa even learned how to take his cock right of her ass, down her throat, and allow him to ejaculate directly into her tummy. She passed the exams in front of the student body with flying colors but wasn’t able to sit down for days.

By the time Prom came around, Lisa couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t worn pink. Pink was her favorite color, and the whole world was a happy place. Naturally, she wanted to attend the dance with her bestie, and Mr. Jerry even bought them matching pink minidresses for the event. It was after the dance, though, when the best part came.

When they got home, Mr. Jerry sat Julie on his lap and spread her legs to either side of his. Lisa put his naked cock into her mouth and looked into Julie’s cunt as she sucked it. America was such a wonderful place, and she had so many opportunities. She could be a stripper, a webcam model, or maybe just marry a nice man and have babies.

“Julie, are you ready to be Daddy’s good girl?” Mr. Jerry asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” Julie said as Mr. Jerry played with her cunt and tits.

“Would you like Lisa to put Daddy’s cock in you?”

Julie nodded. Lisa pulled her mouth off Mr. Jerry’s penis and angled it up toward Julie’s warm, wet cunt. She watched in awe as it spread the girl open and slid inside. Mr. Jerry groaned and Julie whispered, “Oh, Daddy!”

The full length of his cock slid up Julie’s fuckhole until his full balls rested against her lips. He sighed and held Julie, squeezing her tits as she began to rock herself on his lap.

“Go ahead and lick, Lisa,” Mr. Jerry said.

Lisa put out her tongue and licked her bestie’s cunt as Mr. Jerry rocked her on his lap. Julie had an explosive orgasm within a minute, her pussy leaking girl cum around her father’s fat cock. Lisa lapped it up, wondering when it would be her turn to be good for Mr. Jerry.

As it turned out, her turn came after Julie’s second orgasm. While Julie kissed her and squeezed her tits, Mr. Jerry put Lisa on Julie’s bed and spread her legs, then pushed his big dick inside her. For the rest of the night, Julie and Lisa took turns pleasing Mr. Jerry’s cock with their three pink holes.

Lisa couldn’t remember a time when this wasn’t right, when pleasing Mr. Jerry and her bestie wasn’t what she’d always wanted. Life seemed so full of possibilities now, the possibilities that had been in her head when she’d come to America. She could be anything she wanted. More than anything, though, she wanted to stay in Julie’s bed, be her bestie, and let Mr. Jerry fuck her like this every day. What better life in America was there than that?

***

The Man in the Suit

Jerry sat behind his desk in his office at the school. Across from him sat a man. He was a man in a suit, but not just any suit. His suit was the kind that cost most people’s annual salaries.

As a teacher of psychology, Jerry was used to having authority. He had authority over students and authority as a father. He had authority over the immigrant girl he’d helped brainwash and the rest of the school for which he’d done the same.

The man in the suit, however, exuded authority that made Jerry’s look like a man captaining a rowboat next to an aircraft carrier’s admiral. He picked a bit of dust off his suit and kicked his feet up on Jerry’s desk. Had it been anyone else, Jerry would have been perturbed.

“I like it,” the man said. “What you’ve done here is definitely a model we can use elsewhere.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Jerry said.

The man shook his head. “Shane. Just call me Shane,” he said.

Jerry nodded.

“I’m giving you a further grant for more research. The initial result is impressive, but we need to make it quicker. If that’s possible.”

“It could be,” Jerry said.

Shane smiled. “You’re the expert. I leave that in your capable hands.”

The man stood, extended a hand across the desk, and Jerry took it.

“The company will keep on funding you as long as you show results. And these are certainly results. Keep up the good work, Jerry.”

Shane showed himself out and left the door of Jerry’s office open. The sound of his cheerful whistling as he walked down the quiet hallway, echoed in Jerry’s head for minutes after.

With the door shut, Jerry sat down to work on revising the technique. That it worked was not a question, but Shane was right. If he really wanted to stand out from the other projects that Shane’s company funded, he needed fast results. No one wanted to wait weeks or months for a good bimbo. He had to cut that time down significantly. And he was sure that he could do it. In time.