Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 139 Half a Lunch with the Ducklings
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Thursday, May 12, 2005
Ava was sound asleep when I woke, so I used a dim light blob positioned where Ava couldn't see the blob itself if she woke. I climbed out over top of Julia, then positioned the blob in front of my chest while I grabbed a robe and went to have my first breakfast.
Study was another nicely productive session, until three naked girls walked in. Productivity took a bit of a nosedive then.
After all the girls had their turn on my lap, with appropriate greetings in each case, we walked back to the bedroom. On the way I asked, "You all feel comfortable walking around the house naked?"
I was mostly asking Ava, but it was Julia who answered, "We think it's a good way of saying 'Good morning' to you. You agree, judging by the smile on your face when we walked in."
"I STRONGLY agree! It's even better than studying math."
"Haha. High praise indeed."
When we were all around the breakfast table - after having gotten dressed - I asked Vanessa, "I've been thinking about putting on an end-of-year party for my soccer team. Something really nice. Do you think it might be possible to have it at the mansion?"
"I can't answer that yet. Almost all of the houses we looked at were occupied and you've got to allow the sellers time to move out. How much time each of them would need is something we haven't got into yet. That's one of the factors we'll consider when we choose the shortlist, but it's an unknown for now." Seeing my look Vanessa added, "You don't have to send out the invitations for another few weeks, do you?"
"No, not really."
"In two or three weeks we'll have a shortlist, and we'll have asked each of them about their timings. We'll be able to give you a better answer then, especially about the properties we like the most."
"Okay, thanks. I wish buying a new house was easier though. Even though we have enough money to definitely buy one, it's still impossible to plan anything."
Julia said, "You want to put on something special for your team?"
"Not stupidly over the top, but something very nice. With plenty of good food - because food's important - good entertainment and that sort of thing."
"Maybe some pretty girls walking around in bikinis?"
"Umm, I'd thought of that, but I doubt the girls would appreciate being used for entertainment purposes like that."
"That's easy," declared Julia. "We announce you're putting on a party for your soccer team and ask for volunteers to be bikini-clad visual entertainment. Only VISUAL. Plenty of girls will want to get your attention and having an excuse to strut around in front of you in a bikini will please them. It'll be easy to get two girls for every guy, and to make sure they circulate rather than risk your displeasure by crowding around you. Some of your team have girlfriends already, right?"
"Sure. Soccer players are VERY cool!"
"Maybe only a dozen volunteers then, and I'll warn them off being too friendly with any of the guys with girlfriends, because we don't want any unpleasantness. If this is at your new house you'll have your choice of curious volunteers. I'm a little puzzled why you're so eager to give your teammates a good time when you don't treat other guys like that? You're not inviting any guys other than your teammates, are you?"
"I'm just thinking of the team, as they're the guys I get on best with. Most of the guys at school spend most of their time in stupid macho competition with each other, which I find inane and annoying. The rest generally form their own little groups and don't socialize with guys outside their group, so I haven't had anything to do with them, and there's no reason to invite them."
"Why not invite some of the decent guys anyway? It's the end of the year, so it's not really about making friends, but it'll leave the more mature guys with a good impression of you. You'd also give the party a better atmosphere if there were more people. If you want the girls to wear bikinis it'll probably be an afternoon party, so it'll mostly be chatting. I'll make sure the girls know that the best way to please you is for them to circulate, so the guys will all get plenty of attention. They'll have a great time."
"I'll say!" I had no difficulty imagining what I would've thought of being invited to a party like this a few months ago. "But what about the girls? Won't they find it tedious to have to socialize with guys they wouldn't normally talk with?"
"Are you kidding! They'd kill to visit you at your new mansion and get a tour of it. Plus your soccer team is spread across the grades so we'll choose volunteers from across the grades too. Most of the girls won't know most of the guys so they won't have any reason not to talk with most of them, especially with our keeping an eye on them to make sure they circulate."
"Sounds like you've got it well planned. It sounds good."
"I've BARELY started! There are dozens of details to decide on yet, not to mention actually doing something about them."
"Let me think. 'Girls in bikinis' has been decided on, so I think you've pretty much taken care of the essentials. Any other details are inconsequential."
When we arrived at my place to pick up Donna, the first words out of her mouth were, "You haven't forgotten lunch today, have you?"
"I NEVER forget lunch! It's one of the most important meals of the day, right up there with breakfast and dinner."
"No, {giggle}. I mean lunch with the Ducklings?"
"I haven't forgotten. We'll be there."
At school, I proudly showed Lily that I was wearing my new watch, without saying out loud that Lily had bought it for me. I'd kept that fact quiet because I could see that she was deliberately keeping her new relationship with me low key. It was probably a safe bet that our classmates wouldn't understand Lily's being my sexual slave, since even I didn't. It seemed that both Lily and I wanted to keep it quiet: me because I wanted to avoid unanswerable questions, and her for God knows what reason - I was quite confused about that. Lily insisted it was a huge honor for her to serve me, but the only people I knew of that she'd told were her parents, who might never meet me again, so where was the honor coming from? Girls are strange.
Several girls complimented me for how my new watch "almost perfectly" matched my ring. Some of them also complimented me by saying things like, "And you're very clever for wearing your really cool new phone on the other side."
My response was, "That's because I understand the single most important rule about the fashionable coordination of colors."
With eager interest and enthusiasm they asked, "What?"
"Do whatever Julia tells me."
When I got a bit of privacy with Lily, I told her, "While you were in Hong Kong, I arranged to go away this weekend with Julia, my sister Carol, and some other girls. We're leaving pretty early on Saturday morning, so it'd be best if after our celebration of your new status on Friday, you go home to sleep. Normally I'd be happy to have you sleep overnight, but it won't work out this time. Sorry about that."
"Okay. Is fine."
"What do you want to do on Friday? Do you want to go out for dinner together, or anything like that?"
"I want sex. Until cannot any more. Please, yes?"
"Sure. I'll call you when I finish dinner, and you come over. Is that good?"
"Yes, is good. Thank you."
"You're welcome." Girls are strange.
I discovered I'd made a tactical mistake the evening before. The usual 'teaching' process is the teacher repeating the same point two or three times, then writing it on the board and explaining it yet again. Then asking a question about it to one of the class, who usually answers incorrectly, and around we go again. In other words - BORING! In all seriousness, in an entire school day there's probably less than forty five minutes of actual LEARNING. All the rest is repetition and even less worthwhile time-wasting crap. Being totally caught up on all my subjects gave me nothing to do while that tedium was occurring, so I spent a good chunk of the morning daydreaming about what I could do with the Ducklings at lunchtime, with frequent go-softs so I wouldn't embarrass myself in class. The go-soft interruptions didn't stop me having several interesting ideas, some of which were actually legally possible at school, if we were careful.
At lunchtime Julia, Ava and I met and headed to middle school. As soon as we got close to the admin buildings we saw - and were seen by - a couple of dozen middle-school kids.
"There he is!" they yelled as they started rushing toward me.
"Good luck," wished Julia.
I tightened my grip on Carol's and my lunches, told Julia and Ava to "Stay here," then stepped forward to meet the little brats halfway.
The boys pushed their way to the front, running and yelling questions at me, mostly about the latest fight. The girls weren't slow at running at me either. Apparently ladylike behavior isn't taught in the secret female classes until they're a little older.
I held my arms outstretched to both sides in an attempt to block the kids from encircling me. I wanted them to stop in front of me so I could look them all in the eyes. I also started yelling at them, "SHUT UP! Calm down! Stop acting like idiots."
They ran RIGHT up to me, stopping just in front, then having other idiots running into their backs, pushing them forward so they bumped into me.
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I stepped back a couple of steps to protect my lunch from being crushed. They followed, but they'd now slowed down enough that the late arrivals didn't push the first arrivals into me. I'd given up my yelling at them to "Stop and shut up," figuring that they were so stupid they'd be able to wrap their tiny little brains around only one task at a time. The first task had been my attempting to get them to stop just in front of me. They'd more or less completed that slightly too difficult task by now, so the next task I was going to challenge them with was shutting up. They were still yelling questions all over the top of each other, but I ignored them all, repeatedly bellowing, "SHUT UP," while I used my non-lunch-containing hand to motion for them to quiet down.
It wasn't easy, because each time it got a little quiet, at least one of them was unable to resist yelling out his or her questions. The fact that none of their questions were being answered didn't stop them stupidly continuing to yell them. I was astonished by how stupid they were!
[[My thoughts at this time were very naïve. Having their questions answered was unnecessary. Just talking at a celebrity is enough. It's the thrill of association they're after, not getting answers. Although if I did talk back to them - regardless of what I said - that'd be even more thrilling. It's stupid that a person they wouldn't have noticed a month ago can now send them into such irrational behavior, but that's how fame affects humans. Other social mammals have similar behaviors too. For most of mammalian evolution, "fame" has equaled "very high survival success". Ingratiating with a big-shot has been a strongly pro-survival behavior for hundreds of thousands of years, so it's a well-developed instinct. Amusingly, it's counter-survival in humans now, because the current human culture of celebrity is so destructive. Maybe in a few tens of thousands of years the human reaction to fame will have swung back to be rational. I'm not holding my breath for it.]]
When the mini-mob had quieted a bit, I gave them another very simple task to perform, "SIT DOWN!"
They weren't happy to do that. I repeated it several times, adding, "I won't answer any of your questions until you're ALL sitting down." I'd figured out after the last Duckling lunch fiasco that getting the mob to sit would be a good idea, as it should enable me (still standing) to dominate them easier, and it should induce a more subdued behavior.
I singled out one of the guys immediately in front of me, glared right into his face, and ordered him to "SIT!"
He wilted, then sat. I managed to do the same to his neighbor, and so on. It spread and got easier, so soon I had them all sitting on their asses.
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