A Double Challenge · Part 1 (1/2)
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The spring was finally paying attention to Stockholm. After quite a few backlashes with snow and freezing winds, the sun was catching up, making the remains from the last snowstorm melt, causing water to drop from roofs and trees, small rills of cold water playing in the gutters
At school the temperature was raising in more than one way. The great ball for the graduating classes was coming up and everybody was planning, hunting for suitable dates. It was at that time the principal choose to gather the pupils to bore them with a few well chosen words, and to deliver scholarships with humiliating small amounts of money and usually equally humiliating motivations. Of cause such an event doesn’t pass without leaving severe damages in the self confidence and contempt among the graduates.
"I just can’t believe it", Lisa complained as she and her closest friends headed for the ladies room.
"It’s outrageous", Ullis agreed putting supportive anger into it.
"How can any adult mind be that sick?"
"I’d say only adults can be that perverted."
"OK, so I’m the best athlete this year", Lisa stated, "I can live with that… "
"That’s cool!"
"But why should I have to date the greatest nerd in the European Union?"
"Actually it’s an old schools tradition", Eva pointed out, "the best female athlete always dates the best male science student."
"I know, but Erik! He’s completely hopeless."
"The best science student is always hopeless, that’s part of the tradition."
"I might as well die at once. That way I’d at least avoid the humiliation."
"It can’t be that bad… "
"It’s worse. Definitely."
"Why? Because he’s the only guy you can’t seduce?"
"What? Hey, he’s the only guy I don’t want to seduce."
"You’re just afraid of failure…" Eva shook her head in disbelief.
"I’m not", Lisa protested, "I’m just not interested. He’s a nerd, all brains no muscles, no charisma, no humour and definitely no sex appeal."
"So", Ullis teased, "you think he’s so theoretical you can’t even get his pulse to raise?"
"He might as well be dead!"
"Maybe he likes girls with brains, girls who understand what he says to them?"
"Are you saying I’m stupid?"
"No, just that you’re afraid because you don’t think he’ll respond to your standard weapon, that stunning looks of yours."
"Are you suggesting my only asset is my looks?"
"What else am I to think? You, who have slept with both our and the other schools soccer teams, won’t spend one single night with Erik… I mean he’s not mean or ugly or anything… "
"Tell you what! I’ll date him and I’ll get him understand body language!"
"Is that a bet?"
"It is!"
In the science club’s laboratory, Erik was studying the oscilloscope as Anders walked in.
"Hi there, you lucky bastard", he howled pointing at Erik with a 'here’s the winner' gesture.
"Cut it out, I’m not in the mood."
"Why not? Has anything happened?"
"Like you don’t know. I have to take Lisa the all time 'muscles-is-all-there-is-bimbo' to the ball. "
"Yeah. And I’m dead envious… "
"Come on. I want people around me who have at least a remote chance to understand what I say to them. You know… conversation."
"It’s only for one evening. I’m sure you can stand it. Besides, don’t try to tell me you find her features repulsive."
"It’s not that. She looks good, but I happen to want more. And don’t forget this is a ball. We’re supposed to sit at a laid table, eating three dishes, listening to half a dozen speeches, not to mention delivering one speech each. Usually the dinner itself takes about three hours. And what can you do… talk, exchange thoughts, reason, make conversation. That is if you have any thoughts."
"Personally I would be content sitting next to her, looking at her dressed in a hot evening gown, dreaming of the dance to come. Remember you’re at least guaranteed one dance with her."
"Fine, great… "
Erik looked far from thrilled by the prospect. He adjusted the oscilloscope and made a few notes on a piece of scrap paper.
"Listen", said Anders suddenly serious. "I know you look for other assets in a girl."
"Exactly."
"But maybe you could learn something from her."
"Like what?"
"Like living your life. Like giving in to impulse, without analysing first."
"What are you driving at?"
"I have talked a lot to Maria."
"So, now you know everything about our deleted relation?"
"No, I only know that she was frustrated that you couldn’t go around anything without analysing. You’re all brains and no body, no emotions."
"Personally I believe that emotions are patterns of reactions in the body. The brain is where physical sensations really take place."
"In that case you could look at Lisa and let your brain pretend she’s smart."
"Not funny."
"OK. I think you’re afraid."
"Ha, that’s a joke. Afraid of what?"
"Afraid of dating Lisa. You realise that you don’t have any power over her."
"Partly right. She is too stupid to understand my excellence."
"I think you’re scared. In this association you’re somebody. We look up to you, admire your intellectual capacity. Here you have influence and admirers. But Lisa represents quite a different group. A group where physical ability is status, where strength and dexterity counts. You are afraid that she will not like you, that she will not get interested in your brilliance. You’re afraid that you will not be able to catch her attention, to get her excited."
"I’m not."
"You are."
"The brain controls the body. Why else would you get aroused by a centrefold in a magazine?"
"But can a brainy person control a physical person?"
"Of course!"
"Prove it!"
"Is that a challenge?"
"Are you up to a bet?"
"I am."
"Good, you get her physically aroused, using your brain. If you succeed you win, if not, you loose. "
"I’m in."
Two weeks later all preparations where coming to an end. The dinner table was made ready in the large hall in the middle of the school. Younger students where engaged in arranging the decorations and planning to make the event a memory for their senior students.
In the school café Erik was staring thoughtfully on his half emptied coffee cup. He had been very busy the last weeks preparing for this evening. At times he had been excited, at other times he had been nervous, even uncertain, but now he was all set, well planned and very determined. His first move was to construct an excuse to get to meet Lisa early enough in the day. He had suggested that they should meet in the café getting to know each other, trying to find a way to integrate each others speeches, creating a little stand up comedy act. Lisa had accepted and thus the scene was set.
Lisa parked her bike just outside the main entrance. She locked it and got her heavy sports bag from the luggage carrier. In her right hand she held the travelling wardrobe in which her evening gown was carefully stored. With self confident moves she made her way up the stairs and entered the main hall. Even though she was not dressed for the evening, she was never the less dressed to kill. She wore a tight miniskirt in red stretchy lycra, a white sun top and a pair of red, five inch heeled pumps. Her well exercised body was on full display, ready to catch any mans attention.
She knew Erik was a computerised nerd thinking more with his brain than with his guts, but she had grown to consider that a challenge. She had desperately been trying to find an excuse to talk to him the last few weeks, but he had nowhere been seen. She had almost given up hope when he called her and arranged a meeting. His excuse: Them synchronising their speeches, was poor enough to raise her hopes. She had heard a lot of excuses from guys trying to set a date with her and she knew one when she saw one. He would be an easy catch.
"Hi! Sorry I’m late", she fired at him with a shy smile.
"It’s ok", he said, well aware she was late on purpose.
He couldn’t help but noticing her stunning features, deliciously displayed in her provoking outfit. She saw his glances and smiled, making a note to herself that he was already hooked. They small talked for a while, discussing the ball, making jokes about how odd a couple they actually where. They both laughed at the odds of them ending up as a couple in real life.
"Imagine me accompanying you on your evening jog", he said with a broad smile.
"Or me assisting you in one of your experiments", she countered.
"What a sight. I’m not much into physics… "
"And I’m not to much into science and experiments… I even have troubles reading my mail. "
"Actually me not being into physics can sometimes be a burden. "
"No, why? "
"When you do research about the human nature, you sometimes have to know things about the physique."
"And you don’t?"
"Well, I know stuff, but sometimes I don’t have the physique to try things… "
"Like what?"
"I’m planning an experiment on self control, that takes a strong will and a good physique. I’ve tried it on some of the girls in the science club but they don’t have neither strength nor dexterity to make it."
"How disappointing."
"Maybe when I work this summer I will get enough money to hire an athlete to do the test, but for now it seems impossible. But I will not bore you with my problems… "
"You don’t bore me. I’ve been wondering what you do in your lab. All my friends think of is exercise. Your world seems so exciting… "
"Come on. Thanks for trying but you don’t have to pretend…"
"I’m not… tell me: Is that test hard?"
"Rather, why?"
"Well… I’m so curious. You don’t think that I?… "
"Now you’re putting me on."
"No, I am really impressed by the work you guys do. It seems so complicated and fascinating. I would love to be part of it."
"Well I don’t know… "
"Come on. Give me a chance."
"It's an experiment trying to explore how much the mind can control the body and the muscular activities… "
"Trust me. I have a very strong mind."
"I don’t doubt that, it’s just that I would have to… Well you must… eh you see the experiment includes a lot of electrodes fastened on the body… "
"You mean I have to undress?"
"Well…eh… "
"Come on. It’s a scientific experiment. Don’t be shy. I’ve been to the doctor and I perform in a swimsuit when I dive. I’m used to displaying my body. Besides… you wouldn’t be the first guy at this school to glimpse a few inches of my skin."
"I still don’t know. We hardly know each other."
"What scientist knows all his test subjects? Please let me try… I won’t give you a hard time… "
"But… "
"Please. I have a very good physique and a very strong mindl. I’m sure I can make a good test subject."
"OK, let’s give it a try."
"Yessss! Come on, let’s go!"
They got up from the table, him posing as the gentleman, carrying her stuff, she acting a like the siren walking ahead of him, wiggling her sensuous body. Erik was smiling to himself, so far things were easier than expected. Lisa, strutting on her high heels tried to keep calm as she headed to the science club’s local. She was pleased that things went along easier than expected so far.
He showed her around before pointing out a room where the test would be carried out. He told her to get ready while he brought some equipment. She pulled the sun top over her head, proceeding by stepping out of the miniskirt. As he returned with a cart loaded with things she greeted him wearing nothing but her high heels and a tiny pair of white silk underwear. She smiled at him with pretended shyness, being careful not to scare him off by being too pushy. He arranged some of his things, pretending not to notice her outfit. Glancing matter of factly over his shoulder he stated: "If you are shy, just say so and we drop the whole thing."
"No, not at all", she said trembling and quickly removed the bra and panties.
"You may keep the shoes", he interrupted as she was on her way stepping out of them.
"OK", she said trying to hide the big smile inside her.
"Since this is a test examining which is strongest, your reaction to impulse or your will power, I’ll have to make sure you don’t ruin the equipment", he said in a suspiciously careless tone.
"What does that mean?"
"I will tie your hands, so that you don’t tear any of the electrodes, hurting yourself or damaging them."
"I see, I guess that is normal?"
"Of course."
She was delighted. She knew this one and she was on top of it. When ever a guy tied her up, they where trapped. She looked good in bondage and she knew her movements and moans always got men helpless from lust. These morons think with their dicks. And her friends thought this one was intelligent and would be hard to get. Ha. She placed her hands behind her.
He quickly placed her palms together and wrapped several coils of nylon rope around her slender wrists. He then cinched it all, knotting repeatedly before he was satisfied. She immediately knew she was going nowhere. This bondage differed from the ones applied by horny soccer players. This was applied with cold, thinking expertise. While she was thinking whether he was actually planning on doing an experiment, he firmly got hold of her thick, long curly blond hair. She wore a pony tail and he was now wrapping nylon rope around it, securing it carefully. Next he manoeuvred her a few steps forward and to the left until she was standing next to a chair. He stepped up onto the chair, surprising her by pulling the rope upwards, fastening it taut to the ceiling.
"Why this?" she asked, for the first time a little concerned that she might not be as much in control as she thought.
"It is to help you keep the balance."
He didn’t stop to give her a chance to think. Instead he started to fasten electrodes on her naked skin, using surgeon tape. She soon lost count of them, feeling as if all of her body was covered. He rapidly connected the electrodes by wires to a panel on the cart. Next he placed a lot of small vacuum nipples all over her body. To these he connected hoses that went to another panel on the cart. She tried to watch his doing, by turning her head what little her bound ponytail would admit. She was really starting to get worried. What if he was really going to carry some weird experiment out on her? What if it wasn’t a set up to trick her into sex? Had he outwitted her? She decided to pull a little on her fishing line, checking whether he was sti
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