A YOUNG SUCCUBUS NAMED DELICIA by Michel Poulin - HTML preview

CHAPTER 24 – FRATERNITY MAYHEM

10:05 (California Time)

Friday, October 13, 1972

North Campus grounds, UCLA

Los Angeles, California

Patricia was walking towards the North

Campus Student Center, following the sidewalk from

the Broad Art Center and attracting plenty of young

male attention on her way, when a couple of rather

obnoxious boys approached her with big smiles.

Patricia slowed down her pace and eyed cautiously

the two young men, who were big and beefy and wore

the jersey of the UCLA Bruins, the university’s football

team. ‘Here comes the meathead squad!’ she thought to herself. She had to finally stop, as the two

boys cut her path, with one of them presenting her a

paper flyer.

‘’Hi! We belong to the Zeta Beta Tau fraternity and we are passing invitations to a party we are going to hold tomorrow afternoon at our frat house on Strathmore, besides Spaulding Field.’’

Seeing at once a golden opportunity for her, Patricia smiled in turn to the boys and took the flyer presented to her.

‘’A party? That sounds groovy! At what time is the fun starting?’’

‘’At five! There will be a free BBQ for supper. All the details are on this flyer.’’

‘’Then, count me in!’’

‘’Great! See you tomorrow at five, then.’’

Watching the two boys walk away, Patricia was not surprised to see that they were only approaching girls with their flyers, preferably pretty ones. She smiled to herself at that: what kind of party would it be with only boys participating? She was already planning her participation to the party as she resumed her walk towards the student center.

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16:52 (California Time)

Saturday, October 14, 1972

Zeta Beta Tau Fraternity House

10924 Strathmore, North Campus

Patricia created a sensation when she parked her powerful, fiery red Firebird Trans Am in the parking lot adjacent to the fraternity house, attracting at once a small crowd of young men around her car.

‘’Hi, guys! I’m here for the party!’’

‘’Wow! That’s quite a car you got!’’ exclaimed one boy, while another spoke to a friend in a lower voice as Patricia got out of her Firebird.

‘’And that’s quite a girl we got here. She should be lots of fun to have around the party.’’

‘’Yeah! She certainly got lots of attributes.’’

Both of them laughed at that and followed Patricia, who was guided by other boys to the fraternity house’s rear lawn, where charcoal grills, folding tables and chairs were set up. An athletic, six-foot two-inch boy greeted her near one of the grills by handing her an opened beer bottle.

‘’Welcome to the Zeta Beta Tau Fraternity! I’m Dave Bakersfield.’’

‘’And I’m Patricia Love.’’ she answered with a smile while accepting the beer bottle and discreetly examining the boy. He was certainly a handsome young man of about twenty years old, but there was a streak of arrogance in his eyes and general attitude. She also noticed that a girl nearby, a tall, shapely blonde, was now eyeing her with both suspicion and hostility. Patricia was amused by that, as she easily recognized jealousy when she saw it. What was the fun in the game of seduction if you didn’t create a little jealousy on the side?

‘’So, Patricia,’’ said Dave Bakersfield while eyeing discreetly the wide, tempting cleavage provided by her thin, V-neck sweater, ‘’in what year and what program are you at the UCLA?’’

‘’I just arrived last month in Los Angeles and am a freshman studying photography and film at the Arts Department. And you?’’

‘’I am studying business with the help of a sports scholarship. I happen to be the star quarterback of the Bruins, the university’s football team.’’

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‘’Oh, that’s interesting!’’ lied Patricia, playing the impressionable bimbo. Bakersfield grinned at that, apparently convinced that he was hooking her up. The blonde nearby only became more incensed on seeing that and walked away at an angry pace. Bakersfield didn’t seem to be bothered by that, still eyeing Patricia’s chest.

‘’Well, since you are new at the UCLA, I would be happy to guide you around our fraternity house tonight. We will have a barbecue outside first, then we will move inside for the rest of the evening, you know, to avoid hassling by the campus police. They can be really annoying about underage drinking rules. By the way, how old are you?’’ Patricia smiled at that question, asked only after he had handed her an opened beer bottle. She made a show of taking a good swig of her beer before lying to him.

‘’Don’t worry: I’m twenty-two.’’

‘’Excellent! Let’s get the grills fired up!’’

He then innocently put his right arm around her waist while leading her to the nearest charcoal grill and was pleased by the fact that Patricia didn’t object to that. With his hopes up, he then ordered around a few of the boys as if they were his personal slaves, making them light up the charcoal grills while others brought thermos containers full of meat out from inside the fraternity house.

Patricia was still with Dave Bakersfield, pretending to be listening with interest to his bragging about his athletic ‘exploits’, when a few boys and girls started booing loudly someone. Twisting her head towards the direction of the booing, she saw a young man who had attempted to join the party and who was being taken to task by some members of the crowd. He looked like any other university student, except that he wore an old khaki army jacket over his T-shirt and jeans. A set of military identity tags also hung from his neck. Patricia took a moment to understand why the newcomer was reviled like this: being new to the United States, she had only recently been able to understand the depth of unpopularity of the war in Vietnam among the young American generation. She had listened in the last few weeks to television news and read newspaper articles about anti-war protests about that war, in which American troops had started to return home while American heavy bombers continued to pound North Vietnam. Patricia couldn’t help feel sympathy for the young war veteran, having been herself a French Resistance member and a combatant as Mélanie Laurent during the German occupation of Paris from 1940 to 1944. Acting on an impulse typical of her chaotic nature, she walked

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quickly through the crowd towards the veteran, who was about to turn away, and gently grabbed his left arm while smiling to him.

‘’Please, stay! Don’t let them chase you away.’’

Patricia then faced those who had been booing the young veteran and spoke loudly, nearly shouting at them.

‘’Why are you making it hard for him? He didn’t start the war in Vietnam: politicians did!’’

‘’Then, he should not come and parade in his dirty army jacket and dog tags!’’ replied in a harsh tone a boy wearing a Bruins’ jersey, prompting a stinging reply from Patricia.

‘’And who are you to blame him for having been drafted and forced to go fight overseas? Your dad bought you a draft deferment, so that you could play the big football hero here?’’

‘’And what the hell would you know about war, you twit?’’ shouted back the blonde who had taken exception at Patricia grabbing the attention of Dave Bakersfield.

‘’My mother was part of the French Resistance during the Second World War and I have known young French soldiers who had returned from either Indochina or Algeria. If you hate wars, don’t take it on the soldiers who were forced to fight them! Now, leave him alone and welcome him home, instead of shunning him!’’ Surprised by her reaction, most of those who had been booing then shut up and dispersed, leaving only the football jock and the jealous blonde to face her as she led the young veteran towards the tables where drinks were distributed. Patricia glared at the tall, beefy boy who then tried to block the way. She silently threw a ‘Fear’ spell at him and the blonde as she growled at them.

‘’Get out of the way, now!’’

Overtaken by sudden near panic thanks to her magical spell, the couple retreated at once, drawing disbelieving looks from both the onlookers around and from the young veteran, who looked at her with both admiration and gratitude.

‘’Thank you for taking my side. That was very brave of you.’’

‘’Pah, that was nothing! Those hypocrites needed a reset anyway. By the way, I’m Patricia Love.’’

‘’And I’m Peter Horowitz.’’ Replied the young man, who was about 22 years old and stood a couple inches shorter than her, while shaking her hand. ‘’Was what you said about your mother true?’’

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‘’Of course it was! After the Second World War, she married an American businessman who had opened an office in Paris. She taught me to respect soldiers who have to fight wars, instead of blaming them.’’

‘’A sensible woman indeed.’’ said Horowitz. ‘’My own grandfather fought the Nazis when they invaded Poland in 1939. Maybe we could talk later about their respective experiences.’’

‘’Maybe, but your own story would interest me as well. Let’s cut the war talk for now, if you want to get a beer at that table. Are you a fraternity member?’’

‘’Yes, for what it’s worth!’’ replied Peter in a bitter tone. ‘’And you?’’

‘’No! I’m part of the crowd of girls invited by fraternity members to spice up this party.’’

Peter threw an amused smile at her.

‘’My! You certainly sound like a cynical girl for your age.’’

‘’I hate hypocrisy, that’s all.’’ said Patricia before talking to one of the girls manning the drinks distribution point. ‘’I’ll have a beer for my friend.’’ The girl gave a quick glance at Peter but obliged Patricia and opened a beer bottle before giving it to the young veteran. Taking a swig out of her own beer, Patricia led Peter in a corner of the yard that was less crowded and spoke in a low voice.

‘’So, in what kind of unit did you serve in Vietnam, and for how long, Peter?’’

‘’I was in the Marines. I actually enrolled in the Marines and was not drafted. I served for over four years, including three tours, each of one year, in Vietnam. The last tour was however too much for me and I left the service afterwards, profiting from the G.I. Bill to enter university.’’

Patricia didn’t ask him about what had touched him during his last tour of combat, as she could telepathically feel the accumulated sorrow and horror in his souvenirs. Instead, she turned to a more mundane conversation subject.

‘’Do you live here at the fraternity house?’’

‘’No! I’m a freshman and can’t ask yet to get a room here. Besides, I suspect that I would not be welcomed here. I rent a small apartment near the campus. And you?’’

‘’My parents left me a sizeable inheritance after their deaths in a car accident in Paris. I was thus able to buy a house here in Westwood after arriving from France.’’

‘’Oh! I’m sorry to hear about your parents. Please accept my most sincere condolences.’’

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‘’Thank you! So, what are you studying here at the UCLA?’’

‘’I started studying mechanical engineering. I was a tank driver in Vietnam and always have had a flair for mechanical work. And you, Patricia?’’

‘’I study photography, as part of a degree in Arts. I suppose that you have a part time job to help you live?’’

‘’Yes, I do! While the G.I. Bill covers my studies and rent, I work on weekends as a bulldozer driver with a construction firm.’’

They chatted for a few more minutes, until the meat cooking on the barbecue grills started being served, at which time they joined the lineup of students forming to get served. Needing only a minimal amount of traditional human food to sustain her present shape, Patricia took only one chicken leg and one potato, plus some green salad, while Peter got himself a thick, juicy steak. As they resumed their quiet conversation among the increasingly boisterous crowd of students fueled by alcohol, Patricia noticed a big, powerful boy who wore a Bruins jersey but who stood mostly alone, apparently not paying interest to the girls around him, contrary to the other Bruins players in the crowd. Discreetly scanning him telepathically, she was surprised to see that the boy was actually admiring secretly Peter’s backside. Not commenting or reacting to that, she registered the young man’s face in her memory and kept conversing with Peter while munching on her meal. After about an hour, as night fell, the grills were extinguished and the crowd moved inside the fraternity house to continue the party in the residence’s main lounge and various rooms. Now out of sight of university police patrols, the students’ party turned quickly much rowdier, while loud music was played in the lounge, prompting many couples in dancing, often glued to each other. With alcohol flowing freely, most of the boys became a lot more audacious in their advances, with quite a few girls responding in kind. On her part, Patricia had a couple of dances with Peter, including a very enticing slow where she let his hands take hold of her bum, with occasional groping of her breasts under her sweater, while she rubbed herself against his crotch, causing quickly a hard erection.

Seeing at one point many of the Bruins players leave the lounge to go upstairs in apparent haste, Patricia exchanged contact information with Peter before excusing herself and going to the upper floor. Loud cheers and excited shouts led her to the undergraduates’ lounge, where she found over twenty male students watching with glee

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as a girl danced on top of a large, sturdy table set in the middle of the room. The girl, who was apparently half intoxicated, was already down to her bra and panties and was evidently performing a striptease. ‘Finally, some real fun’, thought Patricia as she embraced the scene. Dave Bakersfield, who was part of the watchers, then saw her and shouted at her over the cheers and shouts.

‘’HEY, PATRICIA, MAYBE YOU COULD GIVE US A DANCE, TOO!’’

‘’WHY NOT?’’ she replied before jumping on the big table and joining the dancing girl there, making the boys around shout in approval. To their delight, she quickly stripped down to her bra and panties and accompanied the girl in her dance. Seeing her hesitate as the boys encouraged her to strip further, Patricia smiled to her while undoing her own bra.

‘’COME ON, GIRL, DON’T BE SHY! THERE ARE PLENTY OF COCKS AROUND TO TEMPT AND CONQUER.’’

Loud cheers greeted the uncovering of her big, firm 38D breasts, with their nipples puffing up. After a further hesitation, the other girl also removed her bra, revealing much smaller but still nice breasts. With a devilish grin on her face, Patricia went to dance facing her from very close, playfully rubbing her nipples against the girl’s nipples and making them become erect. Warmed up by alcohol, the girl soon got into her game and let Patricia guide her hands to her breasts, with both girls caressing each other’s bodies all over while dancing. As the crowd of boys went truly crazy, Patricia removed her panties, then pulled down the other girl’s panties and glued herself to the girl, with her hands going to her groin and left breast while she licked her right breast. The few girls present in the lounge and watching then either left, not ready to go down to that level, or let the boys around them fondle and undress them. Taking the dancing girl’s hand, Patricia led her around the table, letting the boys closely surrounding it fondle their bodies in passing. She soon faced Dave Bakersfield and went on her knees on the table, opening her legs and presenting her shaved groin.

‘’COME ON, BIG JOCK! EAT UP!’’

Not believing his luck, the footballer started at once to lick her clitoris while grabbing and fondling her tits. Seeing the blonde who had apparently been jealous of her look on with indignation, Patricia shouted at her.

‘’YOU WANT TO GET HIS ATTENTION? THEN CLIMB ON THE TABLE AND DO YOUR PART!’’

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The blonde, not wanting to let Patricia keep the upper hand and being already quite drunk, took only a second before quickly undressing and climbing naked on the table. Patricia bent backward while letting Bakersfield continue eating her and used her hands to grab the blonde’s tits, at the same time passing her head between her legs so that she could lick her clitoris. The lounge then descended into total chaos, with the boys groping, licking and screwing the girls present and with a few more girls coming in to jump into the fray. Patricia ended up with her legs opened and hanging down from the edge of the table while she was down on her back, continuing to lick the blonde’s clitoris and vaginal lips. Dave Bakersfield undid his pants and inserted his steel-hard dick in her wet cunt, ramming it in and out with frantic energy and soon exploding inside her in a loud orgasm. Patricia then made the blonde take her place on the edge of the table, to be immediately pounded by another footballer while Patricia quickly washed her vagina and groin with beer poured by another boy. She then let a boy penetrate her while grabbing the stiff cocks of two more boys and alternatively rubbing and sucking them.

She went on with the orgy for another half hour before leaving the lounge with her clothes in her hands, truly sated sexually, pretending to need to go to the washroom. Dressing back in the washroom, she then went down to the ground level main lounge, finding there the big footballer who had earlier attracted her attention. The boy, apparently as lonely as ever, was sitting in a sofa and quietly sipping on a beer while listening to the music from a radio station. Sitting beside him, she smiled to the big young man, who gave her a guarded smile.

‘’Hi! I’m Patricia! And you?’’

‘’Robert… Robert Purnell.’’

Sensing his indecision and embarrassment, Patricia bent sideways to speak in a near whisper close to his right ear.

‘’Excuse me for intruding like this in your personal affairs, but you seem quite lonely. Could I interest you in meeting soon a friend of mine?’’

‘’Uh, thank you for the offer, miss, but I already have a couple of good friends.’’

‘’Sure, you do!’’ replied Patricia, grinning. ‘’You are part of the Bruins team, right?’’

‘’I’m a defensive lineman, yes. What about it?’’

Patricia looked him in the eyes, now serious.

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‘’Look, Robert! I am a very perceptive girl and am also a very open-minded person. As a university football player, you have to project the image of a tough, virile young man in order to gain and keep the respect of your teammates. Yet, I saw you ignore the advances of a number of girls tonight, using a number of various pretexts. On the other hand, I also saw you leer at a couple of guys tonight.’’ Alarm instantly came to Purnell’s face and he glanced around quickly to make sure that nobody had heard that, then looked back at Patricia.

‘’You are mistaken, miss. I…’’

‘’Please, let’s cut the bull between us, Robert. I only want to help you.’’

‘’Help me? How?’’

‘’By making you look like a normal, girl-loving boy, while presenting you to a friend with male attributes.’’

Her answer took him completely by surprise and he eyed her with both incredulity and incomprehension. She then went on.

‘’Did you ever hear about transgender types, or so-called ‘shemales’?’’

‘’Uh, yes, but I never met one before.’’

‘’Well, I know one well, as a matter of fact. She has all the outside appearances of a grown girl…until she drops her pants. By frequenting her openly in public, you would be able to entertain the image of a masculine guy, while being able to satisfy your special needs in private.’’

‘’Why are you saying this to me, miss? Why care like this for a stranger?’’

‘’Let’s just say that this would be as much to the benefit of my friend as for yours, Robert. Do you live on campus?’’

‘’No! I would be at risk of others uncovering my secret if I lived here and I would end being kicked out of the football team, at a minimum. I have a rented apartment in Westwood.’’

Patricia nodded at that, understanding too well what he meant. Homosexuality was still considered a crime in many American states and homosexuals and lesbians were often looked upon like freaks…or worse.

‘’Then, give me your address and I will tell my friend to go pay you a visit tomorrow morning.’’

After taking a short moment to think, Robert nodded his head and took out a matchbox and a pen, writing an address on it before giving the matchbox to Patricia, who put it in a pocket of her jeans.

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‘’Thank you! My friend’s name is Sylvia, Sylvia Thorn. She will be at your place at around nine in the morning, if that’s convenient with you.’’

‘’I will be expecting him…er, her.’’

‘’Good! I hope that you will like her. Don’t be shy parading in public around the campus with her when you have the chance: it will help you keep your reputation as a virile guy. If you will now excuse me, I have to go to my part-time evening job.’’ Not letting him time to ask her what kind of job she was doing, Patricia then got up and left the lounge and fraternity house, to be on her way to her house and change there into Jennifer Woods before going to dance at the PUSSICAT. She was inside her parked car and about to roll when she saw a patrol car of the university police force stop in front of the fraternity house, with two policemen coming out and going to the front door to knock on it. She smiled as she engaged gears and drove off: she had truly lived up to her three words of ‘Seduction’, ‘Sex’ and ‘Sin’ tonight.

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