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This is the fifth part of the Controlling Jennifer series. It was actuallytwice as long, but for space reasons, I had to cut it in half. This is thefirst half. The next half appears as part 6.This story is (c) 1993 by Daniel Reinker, and while I do not mind it beingdistributed, I would appreciate it if you would keep this header on it sofolks can know who wrote it.
Controlling Jennifer V: Splices of Life Part I
"Your boyfriend called." Jennifer glanced at Darlene as she walked in. Darlene was smiling ather; a taunting kind of smile, the kind Darlene gave Jennifer when shethought she knew something. Jennifer put down her bookbag and sat downon her bed. Amy, the blonde girl from down the hall, was sitting onDarlene's bed reading a Newsweek. She looked up from her magazine tosmile at Jennifer, a smile that echoed Darlenes. Between the two of them,Jennifer felt very much like she was on display. She glanced between thetwo of them, trying to decide who Darlene was referring to. She finally ventured a guess. "You mean Mark?" she asked. Theexpressions of dismay rapidly transforming to intense interest on bothDarlene's and Amy's faces told Jennifer she had guessed wrong. Shesighed. "No, actually I meant Jacob. Who's Mark?" asked Darlene, herglittering eyes fixed on Jennifer. Jennifer looked down. "Jennifer, hon...you met a guy and you didn't tell me?" Jennifer pretended to shuffle through her notebook. "I swear, youtwo." she murmured. "You act like a couple of interrogators." "Of course!" chirped Amy. "We're girls! We're supposed to gossip!" Shebounded over and sat next to Jennifer. Amy was always full of energy, andacted kind of ditzy; almost the stereotypical blond, except her frame wassomewhat squat and she was more of an athlete than a socialite. "Comeon, Jen! You're supposed to tell us everything. Whose Mark?" Amy leanedforward in anticipation. Jennifer retreated over to Darlene's bed. "Close the door, will you,Amy?" she said. Amy's eyes lit up, and she jumped up to slide the door silentlyclosed. "Wow! Big secrets, Jen?" Amy plopped onto Jennifer's bed, sittingcross-legged. "No, no big secrets." said Jennifer. If only they knew, she thought toherself, then went on. "I just don't want Jacob to burst in on me. I kindadon't want to see him right now." "He gave me a message for you." reported Darlene. "He wants to knowif you want to go to the frat party with him tomorrow." She regardedJennifer in silence for a moment, then spoke. "Rumor has it Jacob and youare a couple." she remarked ominously. "Jacob complained to me that youare ignoring him. He sounded kind of angry..." "What's up, Jen?" burst Amy. "You can tell us!" Amy leaned forward inbarely controlled anticipation. Jenny just shook her head. She felt like crying. "I don't need thisright now, I really don't." she mumbled. She looked up at Darlene andAmy's expectant faces. "Jacob's been mad at me. I slept with him twice,and he thinks that makes me his girlfriend." "You slept with him TWICE?!?" burst in Amy. Jennifer stared at her,and Amy put her hand over her mouth. "Oop. Sorry. Go on, go on!" "I don't WANT a boyfriend!" declared Jennifer. "I keep telling himthat, but he refuses to accept it. He's being a real asshole about it. Imean, guys can sleep with girls, and it means nothing, right? But I sleepwith Jacob and suddenly I'm his." She hit the bed with a fist and frowned."It makes me mad." "Maybe you shouldn't have slept with him the second time..." venturedDarlene. Jennifer sighed. "No kidding. But I didn't know he would get this way.Besides...well...the first time was really good. For both of us. The secondtime was bad though. Anyhow, I think the first time has him a littleobsessed with me. He said it was the best sex has ever been for him." "Wow!" said Amy. "Jennifer, you slut!" Amy grinned, and Jennifercould tell she was only teasing, but the word came uncomfortably closeto how Jennifer had felt about herself with Jacob. "Men are assholes." declared Darlene. "So who's Mark?" Jennifer sighed. What a question. Mark was a mind rapist, he was amanipulator, a controller. He was a dangerous being with far too muchpower. He was also a romantic, in his own twisted way, and he seemed togenuinely care for Jennifer. "Mark's another asshole." she said bitterly. "Is it Mark Haflin?" asked Darlene. "Red-brown hair?" Jennifer shook her head. "No, different guy. I don't think you knowhim." "Where'd you meet him?" asked Amy. "Ah...in the park one day, while I was walking to the track to run." "You don't run anymore, do you, Jen?" Darlene interrupted. "Ah, no. I haven't for a while at least." Darlene nodded. "Yeah. I'd noticed you had stopped. Sorry to interrupt,go on." "Mark." Jennifer said. "You ever have one of those guys who seems toreally care about you, and does all these things for you, but he also actslike a complete arrogant bastard? That's Mark." "Have you slept with him?" asked Amy. "Amy!" snapped Darlene. "What a question!" "No." said Jennifer, and that too brought up a chaotic jumble ofthoughts, arguments she had gone over again and again. It all came to thesame question; why not? "No, I haven't slept with him." "That's good." Darlene approved with a decisive nod. That wasDarlene; when it came to other peoples relationships, she took on thecrisp mannerisms of an army general. "Makes things less complicated." Jenny sighed. "You don't know how complicated things are." she said."Jacob is bothering me, but at least I can understand him. I don'tunderstand Mark at all. He's the strangest person I've ever met. Every timeI think I've got him placed, he does something completely different. It'sso... confusing." "Well, I'll help you with Jacob." announced Darlene. "I'll talk to himand tell him that you aren't interested in being his girlfriend, and to leaveyou alone. Mark, on the other hand, you'll have to handle on your own." "No, Darlene, don't do that. I can deal with Jacob. Just let me takecare of him, okay? It'll sound bad if you tell him. I need to do it." Darlene shrugged. "You sure?" "Yeah, I'm sure." said Jennifer. Darlene waved her hands at Jennifer, her way of indicating she wascleaning her hands of the situation. "Fine. He's all yours." "Hey, Jen! You want to go to a dance tomorrow night up at Borris?"asked Amy. Borris hall was a dorm to the north of the campus, known forits high freshman population. "A bunch of us were going to go, and youshould, too. It'll get your mind off of things. Have some fun, maybe meetsome new guys." "Yeah." agreed Darlene. "Plus, you won't have to worry about Jacobseeing you, because he's going to the frat party." Jennifer considered it. She hadn't gone to any parties since she hadmet Mark, and the idea appealed to her. She liked to dance. "Yeah, thatsounds like fun. I'll go." "Good." nodded Darlene. "We were going to hit Pizza Hut for dinner,then go to the dance around 8:30 or so. That should be late enough forthings to have started up there. Dress to kill." Amy giggled, and her brighteyes danced over Jennifer. Jennifer smiled. At least she had friends.
"The lasagna isn't bad, but the chicken...urgh!" Jennifer's eyes wentwide, and she could feel herself unconsciously shrinking down in her seat. It was the next day, and Jennifer was eating lunch with a girl in herChinese Culture class named Ann Pajaro. Ann was a math major, anintense young lady with cold dark eyes and a mind like a computer. Theytraditionally ate lunch together after Chinese Culture, a class they bothtook to fulfill requirements and a class they both disliked intensely. Ann, with her usual lack of subtlety, twisted around and looked tosee what was distressing Jennifer. "What?" she demanded. "Don't look! It's Jacob. I don't want to talk to him. Quick, pretend youdon't see him." Jennifer covered her hand with her face, hoping hewouldn't see them. "Too late." said Ann. "He's coming this way." "Darn." muttered Jennifer. They watched as Jacob and some other guywandered their way back to where the two girls were sitting. "Hey, Jennifer." said Jacob, and he took the seat next to her. Theother guy, a dark-haired man with thick muscles, took the seat next toAnn. Probably another wrestler, or a football guy. Or both. Jennifer forced cheer into her voice. "Hey, Jacob." she said. "How areyou?" "We need to talk." he said. Jennifer fought off the urge to sigh. Talk,yeah, right. The same talk they had had before. It never solved anything. "About what?" "You know about what! Jen, can we go somewhere private?" "I can't do that. I'm eating with Ann. Can we talk later?" The dark-haired man spoke. "I'm Greg, by the way." Jacob ignored him. "Damn it, Jen! You always want to talk later! I'mnot going to be put off this time!" "Hi, I'm Ann." said Ann to Greg. "What are we going to talk about, Jake? What is there new to talkabout? We've had this talk before. There's nothing more to discuss!" "Yes, there is." Jacob said, his voice hard. "Jennifer, I don't see whyyou have to be so stubborn!" He looked at Ann and Greg, then back atJennifer. "Look, let's go to another table, all right?" "No, Jacob! Don't you understand? No! I don't want a boyfriend rightnow. You're nice, but right now, I need you to please leave me alone! Okay?Please, Jacob." She pleaded. "I need you as a friend right now. Stop tryingto complicate things." "Oh, a friend." spat Jacob. "And do you screw all your friends, then?" "Jacob! Stop it!" Jennifer recoiled with shock at the low blow and thehostility in Jacob's voice. "No, Jenny, I'm not going to stop." he snarled. "I'm not going to watchyou go around and act like there's nothing between us." "Jacob, there IS nothing between us." Jennifer interrupted. The wholeargument was making her sick. She wished Jacob would stop. "The hell there isn't! Those two times don't mean anything? You justusing me to get off? Fuck that, Jennifer! I'm not going to let you just setme aside like some toy." His voice was rising now. Jennifer looked at Ann and Greg, who were watching theconversation like spectators at a boxing match. Finally she stood. "I'mleaving." She said, her voice tight. She lifted her tray and walked away. "Wait, I'm coming too!" called Ann behind her, and soon Ann waswalking beside her. Behind them both, they heard Greg telling Jacob tocool down. "Wow. Some argument." said Ann. "I didn't even know you twowere even dating." "We aren't." said Jennifer. "I'm sorry you had to see that, Ann." Ann just shrugged. Afterwards, Jennifer went back to her room and stared at theceiling. Why do I have so much problems? She asked herself. Why me?Jennifer put on her sad music, her recording of the Pachelbel Canon, andfor the first time in a long while, Jennifer let herself cry. And when she couldn't cry anymore, she thought about Mark.
Later that day, Jennifer went with Darlene, Amy, and four other girlsto Pizza Hut. Jennifer had been contemplating skipping the whole thing,but at the last minute, Darlene had firmly ordered her to go. "It'll cheeryou up, Jen. I don't want you lying around the room all night feeling sorryfor yourself. You might start getting suicidal or something." Jennifer feltleft out at the restaurant. Everyone else seemed to be in such good moods,talking, laughing, carrying on. Jennifer tried to make an effort to enjoyherself, and to be good company, but she had a feeling she was doing a badjob of it. They were done with dinner at 7, and all went to Amy's room, whereAmy brought out some bottles of alcohol, and started passing out cups.Darlene tried to get Jennifer to drink. "C'mon, Jenny, it'll loosen you up,make you have more fun." But Jennifer was not a drinker; it was not thatshe had something morally against it, she just really didn't like the taste.Besides, wasn't alcohol a depressant or something? She couldn't afford toget even more depressed. She refused their offers of liquor, and feltreally left out as the rest of them rapidly got plastered and startedlaughing at silly things. "Darlene, I think I'm going to go back to the room, ok? I really don'tthink I'm going to be good company." Darlene threw her arm around Jenny. "Nooooo! No, Jennifer! You can'tleave me here. Ohhh, Jen, I feel so drunk. You'll have to take care of me, Ineed you, don't leave...." So Jennifer stayed. Around 9, they all decided to stagger along to the dance. "Jen's ourguide!" they declared with glee. "She's the only one sober. Lead us there,Jenny!" So Jennifer put herself in control of the group of giggling, sillygirls, all who were a great deal happier than they had any right to be, andshe led them up to the lobby of Borris hall. The party was going at full force, and the dance floor was packed.The music was loud and blaring, music that didn't need to be much morethan a beat, and usually wasn't. Lights flashed across the ceiling, andpeople swirled on the dance floor. The group of girls formed a circle on the outskirts of the dancefloor, and started to dance. At first, Jenny had a hard time getting into it,but after awhile, her body started to follow along to the rhythm, and shelet her mind loosen as she looked around at all the happy people on thedance floor. That's what I like about dancing, she thought to herself. Everyonealways looks so happy. Gradually, Jennifer felt herself start to loosen up,and every time she looked at Darlene and Amy, they smiled back at her,drunken, infectious smiles. Soon Jennifer started to smile back. She let her eyes wander around the floor, occasionally seeing peopleshe knew as they swirled and gyrated to the crushing beat that sweptthrough them all. The group of girls started moving more toward thecenter as people left the middle of the floor and others appeared on theouskirts. Pretty soon, everyone around Jennifer was in motion. She feltadrenalized, and it was a good feeling. She let the music move her body, inmotion almost without conscious thought. It was then she saw Mark. He was sitting on the side of the dance floor, in one of the seats byhimself. For once, it appeared as if she had seen him before he had seenher. He was watching the people dance on the floor. Jennifer faltered inkeeping the beat. What do I do? She asked herself. Should I talk to him?Jennifer looked at Darlene and the others, swaying happily. What if Marksaw her when she was with all her friends? What would happen? Jenniferdecided she would rather not have Mark meet her friends, or vice versa. She poked Darlene. "I'm going to the bathroom." she shouted over theloud music. "I'll be back." Darlene smiled and nodded, and Jennifer madeher way through the swirl of bodies towards where Mark sat. Mark saw her approaching, and he smiled at her. A different sort ofsmile, a less confident, more peaceful smile than his usual. Jenniferwalked over and sat next to him. "Hi, Mark." she said. "Hey, Jennifer." He leaned towards her to be heard. "Wow, I didn'tknow you were here." She nodded. "I figured you would see me eventually." She paused; sofar the encounter had been very ordinary, and she wanted to keep it thatway. "Are you here to dance, Mark?" He shook his head. "I don't dance much." he told her. "No, I just like tocome to these things to watch other people dance. It's so...chaotic." He lethis eyes roam around the floor, and then he focused on her again. "This iswhere I first saw you, you know." "It is?" Jennifer leaned forward to hear him better. Mark looked out onto the dance floor again. "Well, not here, but at adance. Remember that Halloween party? That's when I first saw you,dancing out there, in the crowd." Jennifer watched his profile as he spoke,watched the lights flashing over his face. His eyes had an unfocused,blurred look to them. Then he was looking at her again. "I like the way youdance, Jennifer. There's...something about it, I can't say what it is. That'swhat attracted me to you. You seemed to go into it with such abandon.Like it was your last night to be alive, and all you wanted to do was todance until you dropped. And, I don't know, it was sexual, but not openlysexual. More subtley sexual, I guess, like you were acting sexy but didn'tknow it, and that only made it more erotic. I really liked watching youdance, Jennifer." "I'm not a very good dancer." she murmured, a little embarassed byhis words. Her face was hot, and she tried to keep the blush from showing.It was the intensity with which he spoke; she found it hard to believe shecould bring forth such intensity in anyone. Of course, Mark wasn't just anyone. "Yes, you are. You're one of those that you can tell likes todance, just be watching." He said. He stared at her; his eyes were like twoglowing embers in a fire. "Jenny, want to play another game of controllingJennifer? I have an idea." "Game?" she raised an eyebrow. "Is it all a game to you?" "Well...no, not really. I'm sorry, Jenny, that's what I've been callingour little sessions. Games of controlling Jennifer. I'm sorry, it's just forlack of a better term. Do you want to? I mean, of your own free will. I'mnot going to use my power or anything." Jennifer looked into his eyes, and was intrigued by the eagersincerity she saw there. And she also had to admit that she was curiousas to what Mark had in mind for her. "You promise? No power?" "I promise. All of your own free will." he said, and she believed him.For all he had done to her, he had never lied to her. "Okay. And if I don't want to do what you say, I won't and you won'tmake me, okay? I'm just doing this because I'm curious as to what youwant me to do. That's all." Mark grinned and nodded. "Uh huh. Don't worry, Jennifer. If you don'twant to do what I say, you don't have to. It's up to you." Jennifer waited for him to continue, but he didn't. "So what is it?"she pressed him. "Are you wearing a bra?" Jennifer looked down at the white blouse she was wearing. You couldfaintly make out the white lace of her bra under it. She also wore a pairof tight black jeans; perfect for dancing. "You know I am. Stop teasingme." she said. "Go and take it off." he said. "And then what?" she asked. "First the bra." he ordered. Jennifer watched him intently, but hewould say no more. Finally, she walked over to the bathroom. It wascrowded with girls putting on makeup and stank with the smell of beerand cigarettes. Jennifer waited for a stall, and once inside, slipped offher bra and shoved it into her purse. She examined herself; her nippleswere slightly visible, but only if you looked for them. The blouse waspretty loose anyhow, so it was not overly apparent that she wore nothingbeneath it. Satisfied that she was not too exposed, she walked out of thebathroom. At first she couldn't see Mark. He wasn't where she had left him. Shesearched the room with her eyes, and finally saw him in a new seat on theopposite wall. Jennifer started to make her way over to him, and thenrealized she would have to squeeze her way through the mass of dancersto reach him. As she pushed through, her breasts brushed against backs,against fronts, against arms. Once a hand, moving in some dancing motion,ran into her chest. Jennifer pushed past quickly before the owner of thehand could realize what he had bumped into. All in all, no one else reallyseemed aware that she wasn't wearing a bra, but by the time Jenniferreached the place where Mark was, she herself was very aware of howfree she was under the blouse, and her nipples were hard and sensitive. She dropped next to Mark, feeling her breasts sway with the motion,and her nipples scrape against her blouse. "You did that on purpose." sheaccused. "Did what?" he remarked innocently. "I had to move over here to showyou what I want you to do." "Ok, what is it." Mark just pointed. Jennifer followed the direction of his finger tosee a guy sitting against the wall. He was small, hunched over in hischair, staring forlornly at everyone dancing around him. Jennifer knew histype. They wanted to dance, but were too scared. Too self-conscious. "See him?" asked Mark. "Yeah. What do you want me to do?" "I want you to pick him up. Ask him to dance. Hold him tight and turnhim on. You know." Jennifer regarded the guy. "He's gonna think I'm a slut." she said. "No, no, Jennifer. More likely he's going to think its the best day ofhis life. I'm asking you to make him happy, Jennifer. Let him have a funnight for once." He offered her his hand. "Come on, Jenny. Are you game?" Jennifer shook her head. "I can't believe you're making me do this."Mark only shrugged, and kept his hand toward her. Finally, she took hishand, and they walked over to where the guy was sitting. The guy looked up at them expectantly. Mark leaned close. "You can'tsee me or hear me." He told the boy, and released Jennifer's hand. The boysuddenly was staring right through Mark; he shuddered, then turned toJennifer, staring at her with wide eyes. She noticed with distaste that hewas one of those boys who looked at her chest almost as much as he didher face. "Hi!" she said. "Do you want to dance?" She asked him. The boy looked down and shook his head. "Uh...no thanks, I'm notreally a dancer." Jennifer looked at Mark; he was urging her on with hiseyes. She sighed and sat down. "Hi!" she said. "I'm...uh...Marcie." It occurred to her at thelast minutethat she may not want him to know her real name. "What's your name?" "Oh, I'm Derrick." he smiled quickly at her, then looked away.Jennifer again looked at Mark. "Put your arm around him." Mark said. "Press yourself against him.Get him hot and hard." Before Jennifer knew it, her arm was draped overDerrick's shoulder, and her breasts were pushing into his side. She couldfeel Derrick's quivering hesitation under her, his temptation. She glared at Mark. "You said you wouldn't use your power." shehissed. He only smiled. "I didn't." he said. And with a start, Jennifer realizedhe hadn't. She was doing this all on her own. Aw, what the hell, she thought. She leaned in close to John's ear."Come on." she said. "I want to see you dance with me. I promise I'm a gooddancer. Don't turn me down." Derrick's body was hot against hers. "O...okay." he stammered. Jennifer brushed a slight kiss against hischeek. That oughta blow his mind, she thought to herself. I wonder whatMark thinks. She looked over at him. Mark was staring at them, and the strange expression on his facecaught her completely by surprise. She thought he would be pleased at herwilling compliance, but instead he looked sad. She stared at him amoment. He always does this to me, she thought. Whenever I think I've gothim figured out. What's he thinking? He caught her looking, and beckonedthem out onto the dance floor. Jennifer watched him a moment longer,trying to decipher his thoughts, but couldn't. Finally, she turned back toDerrick, and led him out onto the dance floor. To be continued
written and directed by Danny ReinkerComments, critiques, the occasional compliment to dementia@cheshire.oxy.eduCostumes by Mr. Guy.All of the persons, places, things in this story are fictional, and allsimilarities are purely fictional. (Except Borris hall is obviously basedon Norris hall here at Oxy.)Occidental does not directly support this story, but supports my freedomto write and post it.-- ÿ