Chapter 223: Alexis Reveals Her Ass and My Being Rich

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Studying the new Calculus course (Calc' 252) went well, which was a considerable relief because of two worries I'd had:

1. I'd feared college courses would get progressively harder, and Calc' 252 was the second course in a sequence, after Calc' 251.

2. All four of my minds were now doing Calc' 252, including the two minds that had done Algebra instead of Calc' 251. Their frequently having to access the memories of #3 and #4 did slow them down quite a lot, but not NEARLY as slow as is normal when working through material someone should be clueless about. They were going at what seemed to be about 2/3rds the fully educated rate, which was fantastic. I had a feeling they'd get faster too, as memory sharing still seemed to be improving. [[It was, as the subconsciouses were still learning to share the memory indexes of their college studies with each other.]]

Julia and I got to our first class early to make sure we didn't miss out on seeing Alexis arrive in her new outfit, although I'd personally rather see her leave. Julia and I had briefly discussed whether I'd look more modest not being there when Alexis told the class how rich I was, but we didn't think it'd make much difference, and we both wanted to see Alexis have her fun.

Alexis arrived a few minutes later than she normally does, so most of the class were present. She was wearing a leather jacket long enough to cover her ass, and it was done up so people could only see the ordinary looking legs of her 'jeans' (or whatever the right name was for her pants, because they weren't made out of anything as cheap as denim). She walked to her desk, dropped her bag, casually undid her jacket, dropped it on her desk, then turned to walk to Julia and me.

It took a couple of moments for the first few people to notice, and then the exclamations started. There were several, "Oh my God! Look at what Alexis is wearing." Which got everyone else looking at her, many of whom repeated the exclamation, especially the boys and the girls.

The initial exclamations from males and females were much the same, but then they amusingly diverged. Guys followed up with, "Nice ASS!" or other comments of similar subtlety. Girls exclaimed, "WHAT are you wearing!"

The gender divergence accelerated. After another couple of seconds, guys were still yelling, whistling, catcalling, and otherwise expressing their approval of Alexis' ass. But one of the girls exclaimed, "Oh my God! That's a CAVALLI! How on Earth did you get an original Roberto Cavalli, Alexis? It is an original isn't..." The rest of that girl's question was drowned out by the excited reaction of all the other girls to Alexis having "a CAVALLI!"

"Do you like it?" asked Alexis, doing a twirl.

They liked it, where "they" is every single person in the room, definitely including me - the top of Alexis' ass cheeks and crack looked DAMNED good, especially when she walked, and twirling was good too.

After that things got a little chaotic. Alexis stood next to Julia and me as she was surrounded by admirers, of either her clothes or ass.

Alexis ignored the comments from the guys, which was easy because all of them were standing behind her. She also ignored anyone saying, "How can you wear that to school", "You're going to get in trouble", or similar. She chose to respond to about the dozenth repetition of, "Where did you get that?"

"I flew to Rodeo Drive for a little shopping last weekend." I totally disagreed with the "little", but kept my disagreement to myself.

"Wow, you lucky devil." And many other similar comments, including, "How could you afford it? This is in his current season's range, so it won't have been on sale, or anything."

"Mark bought it for me."

My popularity with the males of the class rocketed up to an all-time record high, but Alexis' comment confused the girls. There were several questions along the lines of, "Why is Mark buying you clothes?", "How can he afford clothes like this?", "Did he go to LA with you?"

Alexis said, "I've got some photos of our trip in my bag, if someone would fetch it for me?" Alexis was surrounded by too many people to get it herself. A couple of guys at the back of the crowd seized their chance to get onto Alexis' good side (her backside) by rushing to get her bag for her. Yesterday they wouldn't have given her the time of day. When people say, "Clothes maketh the man," the full expression must be "Clothes maketh the man act stupid."

While the guys were fetching her bag, my proximity sense showed me that one of the guys (David) was about to go for a quick brush of his hand over the exposed top of Alexis' ass. Aikido has some EXCELLENT ways to grab hold of an attacker's hand, so I easily intercepted David's hand and twisted it so he yelled with the sudden pain and had to stand helplessly on his tiptoes to prevent more pain.

David's sudden cry got everyone's attention. They all turned to see me with David at my mercy. I explained, "David was trying to feel your ass, Alexis." I gave her a wink, which most of the females saw but David didn't, as I asked her, "Do you want me to break his arm?"

David didn't need to be reminded about how many arms I'd broken in the last fight in order to be scared; just the painful way I was holding his arm now was sufficient to get the message across. He knew it'd take only the slightest of twists to make all sorts of unpleasant things happen to it.

He tried denying my accusation, "I wasn't going to ... OWW!" I'd twisted his hand just a little more.

"Tsk, tsk, David. Lying isn't going to help you." To Alexis I said, "I think I should either break his hand, or maybe put my hand inside the back of your jeans myself, to stop other boys feeling you up. What do you think?"

Alexis chuckled, "I don't know. I'm not wearing panties, so I'll only let you do that if you promise to take liberties, haha." Some of the guys groaned in frustration at my luck.

"You drive a hard bargain, but I'll accept." I turned to David, keeping him in the hold while saying in a loud voice, "You just heard Alexis say I went to LA with her and bought her the clothes she's almost dressed in. I'm tempted to call you stupid for attempting to grope a girl who's someone I obviously care about when I'm standing right next to her. But if I said that, you might think it was okay to grope other girls. You DON'T think it's okay to grope ANY girls uninvited, do you, David?" I twisted his hand a little, to help him work out the answer.

"OWW! No! No!"

The only point to this exercise was to impress the girls. It wasn't going to have more than an extremely temporary effect on the guys, because when guys see sex 'on offer' their brains stop working. Unless they're already getting plenty of sex, but there aren't many schoolboys who think they're getting "plenty". Even I wouldn't mind a bit more!

"Behave yourself then." I let David's hand go.

He quickly backed away, checking out his wrist and elbow to make sure they still worked. We normally feel pain when we've injured ourselves, and the injury causes the pain to persist. Aikido can cause a GREAT deal of pain - easily enough to render the victim helpless - but totally without injury, so the instant the hold is released the pain completely goes away. Our minds aren't used to pain like that, so it's a bit confusing afterward.

Alexis told me, "When you've finished playing with David, please start playing with me." She stuck her butt out toward me, in case I'd forgotten.

"Seeing as you asked so nicely." I slid my hand in through the convenient hole in the back of her incomplete pants. Unfortunately they were way too tight, so I had to be content with guarding the jean's hole, rather than reaching for her another of her holes.

Meanwhile the other two guys had already returned with Alexis' bag and she had the packet of photos ready in her hand. As she was opening the packet, before she saw the first photo, Alexis said, "This is me and Mark in front of the plane we used." She then pulled out the first photo and passed it to the girl in front of her.

"This doesn't look like a normal plane?"

Amid similar unanswered comments, as the photo was looked at by other girls ("girls", because Alexis had passed the photo forward), Alexis said, "This is what it looked like inside." She produced the next photo, taken by one of the pilots, which showed the seven of us sitting in our seats, with the bed clearly visible in the background.

The chaos that'd been caused by Alexis' outfit had died down, but chaos's big brother came back now. The girls who saw the second photograph REALLY wanted to know how we got to travel in a plane like that. The sudden burst of excitement made everyone who hadn't seen that photo want to see it, so there was clamoring and questions flying in all directions.

Alexis didn't help by saying, "We had some great fucks in that bed; it was awesome. We had two hotel rooms for the weekend. Here are some photos that show most of one of the rooms."

Even in the photos, the suite shouted "luxury!" Which caused even more shouted questions from our classmates. The room was now getting VERY noisy.

Out of desperation for answers, the questions were being yelled at all of us that'd gone on the trip. Julia set the tone by saying, "Ask Alexis; it's her story." Pat and Katelin said much the same thing. I varied it a bit, saying, "Don't ask me; I'm too busy trying to feel whether Alexis is wearing panties or not."

The teacher called out loudly, "Everyone to your seats, the bell's already sounded."

#1: <Oops. Good thing there's so much noise, or he would've heard our panties comment.>

Alexis said to me, "Uh oh. I can't walk back to my seat without showing him my ass." Alexis' seat is in the back row, a fact that was going to intensely frustrate the guys of the class shortly.

In the good old days I could have given her my jacket to wear, but I don't wear jackets to school anymore. "Quickly, walk backward before the crowd disperses. I'll walk in front of you as if we're talking."

I had to take my hand off her ass as teachers tend to object to that sort of thing, thinking it doesn't encourage learning. Personally I think it encourages a wonderful sense of exploration and discovery, and who knows what could be learned from that. This probably wasn't the time to raise the issue with the teacher though, so I just withdrew my hand and shielded Alexis as she quickly scuttled back to her seat and put her jacket on.

Julia arrived with Alexis' bag, saying, "I couldn't get the photos back yet."

Alexis replied, "I know you said you could get more done, but I'd still like them back."

Julia said, "I'll get them back when everyone settles."

When the teacher got the room quiet (which took a while), Julia put up her hand.

"Yes, Julia?"

"We were passing around some photos just before, sir, and there are five outstanding. Can whoever's got them quickly give them back please."

"Come on people; hand them over," urged our teacher.

One of the photo possessors was reluctant, saying, "We want to know the full story."

Julia said, "You would've heard it already if David hadn't delayed things."

While lots of the class were giving David dirty looks, Alexis announced, "I'll finish it after class, if you give me my photos back."

Teach had a tough time for a while, as most of the people sitting near Alexis, Julia, Pat, Katelin or me tried to ask questions about the trip. But eventually things settled down and we got on with the lesson.

As soon as the end-of-class bell sounded, the girls rushed toward one of us, mostly to Alexis or Julia and me. The boys weren't so frantic, mainly because Alexis had kept her jacket on all the time. Quite a few of the boys hung around behind Alexis though, because guys live in hope.

The five of us who'd been on the trip got together in a group. I sat on a desk and Alexis sat on my lap, as I'd managed to convince her that was a good way of my protecting her ass. I put my hand under her jacket and onto her ass to resume the hunt for the missing panties, while Alexis continued her story.

"That's a picture of the limo we drove around in."

"You had a limo AS WELL!" | "Did you win a competition or something?" | and other comments that Alexis ignored.

"These are pictures of us shopping." There were LOTS of photos of the girls shopping! Alexis quickly passed out several shots taken in front of the 'important' (excuse my sarcasm) stores, inside some of them (although some of the stores had taken exception to that), and quite a few shots of various girls holding up their purchases, either at shopping time, or back at the hotel when they'd been condensing the packaging so it'd fit in the plane's worryingly small - compared to the volume of purchases - cargo space.

Looking at the shopping photos caused several of the girls in the audience to have orgasms (that might be an exaggeration; the key word being "might"). Orgasms or not, there was some SERIOUS envy going on.

Most of the "Look At What I've Bought" photos were naturally featuring Julia, Carol and/or Ava. It didn't take long for a few of the audience to comment about how much those three had bought. Alexis said, "That's because Mark gave Julia ten grand to spend on Saturday, and Julia shared it with her two girlfriends. He also bought one outfit each for me, Pat and Katelin, but they were less than a grand each."

#2: <Yeah. Stupid us for thinking they'd be less than a hundred dollars each.>

I waited for one of them to make an appropriate comment. "I wish my boyfriend would give me ten grand," was close enough for me to use. I responded to her, "You won't have long to wait. Julia told me the guy has to spring for a ten-grand shopping spree on every monthly anniversary. That's right, isn't it?"

"Don't I wish!" | "Yep. Can I be your girlfriend, Mark?" | "Handsome and gullible; the PERFECT boyfriend!" | And MANY comments about money.

Alexis used one of the money comments to say, "Mark doesn't have to worry about money; he's a fucking MILLIONAIRE! Remember Mark skipped school for a few days a couple of weeks ago? He went to LA and did some clever stuff with money, and earned himself SIX AND A HALF MILLION DOLLARS! How cool is THAT!"

A dozen heads swiveled to Julia, seeking urgent confirmation.

"Six point seven million is what he earned, but he's already given away over three million of it - half to his family and half to mine." That wasn't strictly true, but it wasn't worth quibbling over just a million or two.

"WHAT!" Followed by a DELUGE of questions.

Julia held up her hand and motioned for quiet, then she responded to one of the questions, "Yeah, Savannah, he gave my family one and a half mil'. One million to my parents, three hundred thousand to me, and a hundred and fifty thousand to each of my two brothers."

"But WHY?" exclaimed Savannah.

"Because he likes my family. Mom cooks him lots of meals, and you know how important that is to Mark! Dad set up a fantastic study for Mark at our house, and he helps Mark organize all the special treatment he gets from OSU. Both my parents help Mark quite a lot. My brothers have done odds and ends for Mark too."

^-- "But the main reason he gave away three million was because it was spare money. He knew I'd like a new home - remember I asked him to look into that a few days ago? He figured that'd cost about three million to buy and furnish. A new car for himself, hiring the private jet and flying the six of us down to Rodeo Drive which cost Mark about $35,000 for the weekend, plus a few other bits and pieces adds up to about 3.5 million. He earned about three million more than he needed in LA, so he gave the excess away, half each to his family and mine. Ava's his girlfriend too, so he gave some to Ava's parents too. He'd only met them once before he earned his millions, so he's just paid for them to take a two-week vacation anywhere they want in the world."

"Oh God!" from Savannah and pretty much everyone else.

#1: <I'm pretty sure there were some orgasms that time, haha. Look at the lust on their faces. Not sexual-lust, something MUCH stronger than that: shopping-lust, haha.>

[[If you doubt shopping-lust is the stronger: How many women have hidden their true feelings about having sex with a guy so he'd pay for her shopping? Versus how many women have hidden their true feelings for shopping to spend more time having sex with a guy? QED.]]

We didn't talk about the Rodeo Drive trip any more now. Julia refused all the questions, merely saying, "We've got to go to our next class."

EVERY girl in the audience thought this was WAY more important than going to class.

Julia stressed, "I told you Mark is exceptional! He's the best at EVERYTHING he does, including making money. If you want to know more, come to the lunch meeting. Please give Alexis all her photos back now."

#3: <What's the chance they'd like to know more? I expect a VERY good turnout at lunch.>

I'll abbreviate some of the day's events.

Word spread through the school like wildfire, so that everywhere we went we were inundated, especially by girls begging to be my girlfriend, often promising me, "I'll do ANYTHING you want!" Some of them even promised Julia that they'd do whatever Mark wanted, or sometimes what Mark OR Julia wanted, which was an intriguing tactic. As they should've known, all those would-be girlfriends were told to join a pipeline group. Whereupon they'd immediately beg to be in the next intake. Julia had already told the lunchtime crowd that when an intake was about to start, the groups would be chosen at random.

All the other questions were equally predictable ("How did you earn so much money?" etc.), as were the answers, so I'll not bother repeating them here, except for one question, "Why did you tell us you were rich? Especially the way you did, letting Alexis tell everyone? Wouldn't it have been better to keep it quiet?" (Okay, it was three questions.)

I was stuck for how to answer in a way that didn't make me sound stupid or boastful, but Julia had it covered, "Mark's going to be buying a new car in the next few days. If he drives to school in an $80,000 car, people are going to notice! He's looking for a new house, which he'll be buying soon, which people will also hear about. Plus word is going to get out anyway. Every time Mark goes to the bank, the bank manager comes rushing out of his office to talk with him. Everyone in the line sees the special treatment he gets, so it's only a matter of time before news of that spreads. Or maybe one of our realtors gossips, or word gets out in some other way. He'd rather keep it secret, but Mark knows the secret wouldn't have lasted much longer, so he chose to be nice to Alexis. You've seen how much fun Mark and Alexis have with their morning kisses, so he wanted to give her the pleasure of breaking the news. He's a very nice guy!"

#1: <She's a smart girl that Julia! We rejected every answer we could think of because we would've come across badly, but she gives an answer which makes us seem even better.>

#4: <She probably just did it out of habit. There's no need to build us up at all now, because half the girls at school are DESPERATE to be our very close friend, in the hope that we take them shopping.>

Somewhat distressing was the palpable naked greed or naked lust on some of the girls' faces. My being a millionaire produced both facial expressions, sometimes at the same time, but I had no doubt that greed was the underlying cause of the lust. Those girls wanted to get hold of me so much it was HURTING them. Such strongly visible naked greed wasn't common (about 5-10% of the older high-school girls, fewer in the younger grades), but it was easy to tell many more felt it but were better at keeping their greed hidden while they were trying very hard to make friends with me. One of the reasons I was so sure was because of the sudden surge in interest in me, especially from many of the senior girls who'd previously ignored me (an example of which, involving a wheelbarrow, follows soon).

Boys' reactions fell into three major categories:

1. Disbelief. They refused to believe I was rich; calling it a lie, a pathetic attempt to make myself popular, etc.

2. Pissed off. "He's rich TOO! It's NOT fair!"

3. Friendship. Suddenly quite a few of the guys discovered that I was their favorite friend. They usually had trouble expressing it, because I was usually surrounded several layers deep by girls, but I got lots of waves and friendly shouts of, "Hi Mark" from various guys.

Disbelief wasn't just expressed by guys. It came up often, even among many of the girls, especially the older ones. Although, compared to the guys, the girls were mostly far less scathing and more cautious about expressing their disbelief; presumably just in case I truly was rich. My usual response was to laugh at the disbeliever, and if the situation suited it, adding, "I couldn't care less whether you believe me or not. What possible difference does your opinion about it make to me?"

The doubters were discredited over lunchtime. Across the entire high school, quite a few of the kids had parents that worked with Mom, Dad, Vanessa or Prof. The kids called their parents, who asked my or Julia's parents, who confirmed my LA money-market story. When word was passed back enough times, most of the doubters had to shut up. Our parents confirmed the story because they knew we'd be going public about my being rich. Vanessa and Prof actually wanted it, as part of my education about life. We hadn't thought of it getting back to them so quickly, but that didn't really matter. Nor did it matter that my giving my and Julia's parents a million dollars got back either. It caused a minor furor at each of their workplaces, but it changed nothing fundamental. It did give our parents some funny stories to tell about how their workmates and bosses reacted to the news.

^

Alexis' clothes were a big hit, and she took off her jacket every chance she got (i.e., whenever no teachers were around). There was a GREAT deal of talk about the clothes the girls had bought in LA. The girl-throng all agreed on how incredibly lucky the six girls I'd taken to Rodeo Drive had been. Not only did they have a millionaire boyfriend, but they had one who would happily give them money to buy REALLY expensive clothes. It didn't get any better than that!

The trip participants were urged to wear some of their purchases to school. This would mean they'd be considerably overdressed for school - even Alexis' being underdressed counted as being overdressed because it was a CAVALLI - so naturally they reluctantly agreed while being simultaneously delighted. Girls LOVE having a good reason to be better dressed than anyone else.

Alexis' photos got passed around in each class during the morning, and at the VERY large lunch gathering. She got tired of doing it by then, so put a representative selection of her photos on a notice board in one of the classrooms, with a sign above it reading, "What I did on the weekend, by Alexis Joseph." She checked it was okay with us first, including our approving which photos she'd display. We easily agreed.

Alexis had left the photo I'd autographed for her at her home, as well as all the photos of the girls in their bikinis on the Sunday (somehow several such shots got into my camera). Photos of me in my Speedos were also removed (those photos had been the girls' demanded payment for the previous type of photo). I'd also taken some photos of Carol in her very sexy dress, but they were so sexy both because of the dress and because Carol had deliberately posed that way for me that I'd removed them from all but Julia's and Carol's sets before handing them out. Even with the most tempting photos removed, most of Alexis' photos went missing during the day. Julia had brought most of her set to school, in case it was needed, so Julia simply gave her set to Alexis at the end of the day, thanking Alexis for doing such a good job.

^

Lunchtime was a circus. The day was a little too wet to eat outside, so we told people we'd eat in the lunchroom. Our lunchroom didn't have a table NEARLY big enough for the people that wanted to sit by me; about two hundred of them. We totally disrupted the normal 'peaceful' atmosphere of the lunchroom. Our school lunchroom could hardly be described as "peaceful", but it was in comparison to the circus we inflicted on it.

There were many amusing incidents. People were behaving so stupidly that sensible incidents were the exception. As Julia explained, "You're rich, generous and on the market. That you're smart, sexy and nice is icing on the cake. They're going to be falling all over themselves for a while. Then they'll get more calculating and deliberate."

The incident I found particularly amusing involved an 11th grade A+ beauty called Adriana Richardson. She'd turned up to one of the first mass lunches that 11th graders had been invited to, where she'd heard Julia and other girls talking about how I had to be looked up to and treated as the superior person in the relationship. That hadn't fitted with her philosophy of male-female relationships at all, and she'd made a couple of scathing comments then flounced away.

Somehow Adriana managed to get close enough to talk with me at lunchtime. She was extremely attentive, pleasant and totally convincing in her apparent interest in me. If it hadn't been for her previous comments, I would've believed her to be sincere. I think I'm pretty good at reading people, but my considerable talents could detect nothing amiss. She was SCARILY good at faking out guys! ("guys" plural, because she sure as hell didn't get this good without a lot of prior practice).

I'd mostly reacted to the events of the day with amusement, rather than getting angry about the falseness, greed and stupidity of it, so I was often joking around. That had quickly taught me that having several million dollars in the bank made my jokes EVEN funnier (as hard to believe as that is!).

Adriana laughed happily at yet another of my jokes, and I thought to myself, #2: <A girl who was scornful about us a few days ago, now seems to think we're the funniest guy around. We could ask her why the chicken crossed the road, and she'd laugh at the punchline.>

I told Adriana, "Wheelbarrow."

#2: <Why did we say "Wheelbarrow"?>

#4: <Watch... >

Adriana asked, "What do you mean?"

I explained, "I was making a joke."

"Oh, haha." Adriana laughed convincingly.

#4: <There you go. We are now officially funny, regardless of what we say.>

#2: <It'd be interesting to ask her why she laughed, but why bother.>

#1: <It'll be funny to tell our real girlfriends about it though. Maybe this is a good way of deciding whether a girl is interested in us for our money. Tell her "Wheelbarrow", explain it's a joke, then reject the girls that laugh.>

#4: <We should do that right after we finish fucking them.>

#1: <Good point. Adriana is VERY nicely stacked.>

At lunchtime, Carol and Ava both reported that news of my being a millionaire and of giving away three million had been HUGE news in their classes. God knows how word had spread to middle school even before lunchtime, but I've long suspected that girls have a secret way of transmitting juicy gossip.

Since her appointment as my Liaison, Ava had been encouraging her girlfriends to approach me, telling them how incredible I was. To Ava's frustration, they hadn't really bought it to the extent Ava thought they should, although Ava hadn't been NEARLY as frustrated as Julia had been at girls not 'getting' me. Some of Ava's friends had come to some of the lunches before, but had never shown much enthusiasm for chasing me, so had been squeezed out by the much more enthusiastic 10th graders. Today's news changed their opinion of me considerably! ALL of Ava friends now wanted to meet me, plus many of Ava's non-friends. Ava brought several 11th grade girls to the lunch, introducing me to the ones I hadn't been formally introduced to before. I sometimes sat in on their classes and they'd never been motivated to introduce themselves to me, let alone be excited over it, but apparently the situation had changed. It's amazing how quickly girls can change their attitude to a guy, even when his personality hasn't changed in the slightest.

Carol was sitting next to me at lunch, as always, and was able to tell me privately, amid the noise generated by my two hundred 'friends' around us, that she'd been unable to resist mentioning that I'd given her $300,000, and asked if I minded.

"It's fine by me. The only problem is likely to be people chasing after you for money."

"Yeah, I'm VERY popular now! It's not a problem though. Being a lezzie gives me an easy way to get rid of boys, and I know which girls are my friends already. The main thing is that there are even more girls interested in you now..."

"Funnily enough the same thing seems to be happening in high school too."