by B. J. Hardy
I looked around at everyone and no one objected.
“Let’s start with you, Coby.”
“You’re not going to do anything that hurts, right?”
“Absolutely not. We all already know what sonic pain feels like. There is no point in that.”
Coby got up and went to sit in the chair I had set up by the machine. I handed him the headphones and he put them on. After setting the frequency to nineteen cycles, just in the infrasound range, I turned on the amplifier. Next, I took a card I had written the words ‘fear/ anxiety’ on and stood ahead of him where he couldn’t see it, but the rest of the class could.
“I can’t hear anything!” He said after a few moments.
I didn’t respond, just walking back to the machine instead.
“I can’t hear anything!” he said with a perturbed edge to his voice.
Lara started to chuckle, and I motioned to her to stop.
“Hey! I can’t hear a fucking thing!” Coby was getting pissed off.
Then he took the headphones off and said, “I don’t like this fucking game!”
“Thank you. Please retake your regular seat, Coby.”
He did, and I showed him the card. “The sound generated was only nineteen cycles, below your capacity to hear audibly, yet your body could feel it and your primal response was as predicted.”
“That sucks.” He grumbled.
“Vicky, how about you next.” I motioned.
I set her frequency to one hundred thirty-six point one cycles and turned it on when she was seated with the headphones over her ears. After a couple of moments, I took the card that read ‘calm/ relaxation’ on it and showed the class.
When I concluded with her she said, “That was very peaceful. I enjoyed it.”
“That was one hundred thirty-six point one cycles.” I looked at everyone. “You really should write these frequencies and their effects down. There is a conversion chart online of frequency to which musical note that corresponds. It could be useful.”
They all started taking notes.
“Lara, you’re next.”
With her I generated a three hundred and ninety-six cycle tone. The words on the card were ‘release/ healing.’
Lara told that she liked the tone and it made her feel free, and comforted.
Everyone was raising their brows by then. They seemed to understand that this was a genuine phenomenon. As musicians, or ones who might use music in their chosen fields, they saw the beneficial use of learning this.
Then I called on Cassie. She got up and moved to the chair, but I clearly saw the look of distrust in her eyes. I had planned to set her up with a dual frequency tone but decided not to do the second low-frequency one. I didn’t want to make her distrust me any more than she obviously already did. The thought of which made me sad.
I set the dial on the generator to five hundred and twenty-eight cycles. I turned it on and after several moments showed the card to the class which read, ‘Joy/ love.’
When I turned it off, she took the headphones from her ears and told that she felt happy. That made me glad. This wasn’t because my experiment had been successful, as I knew it would be. It always was. No, it was a gladness from her feeling happiness. I then went on to explain several other frequencies known to have an emotional effect on humans. When the class was over, I asked Cassie to stay behind and talk with me for a moment.
Chapter 5
-Cassie-
When the Professor asked me to stay after and talk with him, I was nervous. I had no idea what he wanted from me, but I knew it would be something I wasn’t prepared for. That seemed to be a constant when dealing with him.
“Yes, Maestro?” I asked when everyone else had left.
He looked me in my eyes as I said that. As if he were searching for something. “Cassie, you had asked about how someone could elicit a sexual response from you by sound alone.”
I was silent. He had a damn habit of making me so uncomfortable at times.
“Thirty-three cycles. C first is the note.”
“Excuse me?”
He sighed. “That is the frequency that has been shown to have the greatest sexual response in women.”
“Oh. Isn’t that nearly out of audible range.”
“Yes. For some people with hearing damage it is out of range.”
A thought struck me. “Maestro, were you going to have me listen to that frequency?”
“What?” He stammered, “Umm no.”
I saw that I’d finally made him uncomfortable, and I loved it! “You were!”
“Don’t be silly. I’d never do something like that.”
“Never?”
“You really are incorrigible!” He feigned being indignant.
I saw right through it though. “Did you want to watch me listen to it?”
Anger flared in his eyes. “Good day Miss Holt!”
I smiled and strutted out of the classroom. I had gotten to him! Yes! Then I realized that maybe he wanted to… to fuck me! Oh my god!
Lara was waiting just outside the entrance to the building.
“Hey girl! So what did tight-ass want?”
“Haha! You wouldn’t believe it Lara! I finally got to him.”
“Got to him how?”
“I made him totally uncomfortable.”
“Do tell.” She giggled.
“Well, he told me the sonic frequency that would make a woman orgasm.”
“No way!”
“Yes way! Then I asked him if he was going to have me listen to it. You should have seen him squirm, girl!” I laughed.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“No! Then to top things off I asked him if he wanted to watch me listen to it.”
“Holy shit! No way!” She pushed my shoulder.
“I did.” I was laughing way too much.
“In that case, I do think Professor Naughty Pants wants to fuck you.”
“Me too!”
“You mean you want to fuck him too?”
“No! I mean I think he does too. Ewww, he’s a creepy old perv!”
“He’s not old.”
“Yeah he is. He’s got to be in his forties at least.”
“That’s not old.” She shook her head.
“I’m only twenty-two, so yeah it is, at least to me.”
“Oh get a grip. Besides he does seem to be pretty damn muscular. At least I’d bet on it. He has big arms and his chest seems nice and broad. Well, from what I can tell under that big old jacket anyhow. He’s handsome too.”
“Sounds like you want to screw him.” I challenged her.
She shrugged.
“Really? Hell, I’ll work him and set you two up.”
She cocked her head, thinking about that.
“Get the hell out!”
She started laughing and then I did too.
The thoughts that Lara had put in my head seemed to linger. I couldn’t stop thinking about the idea of having sex with the Professor. I kept telling myself that I was losing it. Because really? Me and the Professor? He sure wasn’t my type, but I didn’t have a clue what that would be. I only had sex once before in my life, and it had been a drunken mistake. Sure, I got horny from time to time but it was nothing that BOB, my Battery Operated Buddy, couldn’t handle. There were things I needed to accomplish which could and probably would be totally messed up if I gave into my hedonistic desires. I knew that only self-control, and discipline could set me free. Such base yearnings were beneath me damn it! There was no way I was going to become a common slut. It seems that I didn’t have to worry about that though, at least not with Professor Riachuelo. He pretty much ignored me in class the following days. I guess I had pissed him off.
That week Lara came to my dorm room excited beyond belief.
“You won’t believe it Cass!”
“Oh my god, do not tell me that you had sex with Professor Naughty Pants!”
“What the fuck? NO! Dumbass!”
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That made her do a double take at me.
“Well, what then?”
“Alulim is playing here!”
I couldn’t help but push her. “Get the hell out!”
“Owww! Bitch!”
“You’re messing with me. No way!”
“They are! Three weeks from now. We have to get tickets when they go on sale today!”
“Holy shit!” I grabbed my phone saying, “Let’s buy them right now!”
“You can’t buy them online.” Lara told me.
“What? Where do we get them then?”
“We have to stand in line. Come on, let’s go!”
Ugh! The line was ungodly long, so we had plenty of time to chat. We also wound up talking with all of those who were near us in line. One girl told that Alulim was doing the concert here because this was their home town.
“They are from here?” Lara questioned. “What clubs did they play in? I never heard of them before.”
“Me either.” The girl answered. “If they did play any local clubs, I sure missed it.”
“Maybe they are from close by, like San Jose, or Sacramento.” I suggested.
The girl shook her head, “They said they are from the Bay Area.”
“I bet they didn’t do the club circuit then.” Lara guessed.
“That’s weird.”
Lara nodded at me.
“Nothing about them seems normal.” The girl added.
The guy with her said, “That’s not a bad thing.”
No one argued that point.
By the time we got to the ticket window we had learned their names, April and Jake, and had a couple of new friends, or acquaintances anyhow. Both were just as fanatically mesmerized by Alulim as we were. I wondered if any other women had found their music to be as, umm… stimulating as I did. There had to be. I wondered if April did, but there was no way I was going to ask her such a personal question when I had just met her. I wished that I had been better able to control myself that day Lara first turned me onto them, but it seemed that Alulim had far more control over my damn pussy than I did. That was disconcerting to say the least.
During the next music theory class, Professor Riachuelo told us that he needed to accelerate the curriculum a bit as he had to take a leave of absence the week the finals were scheduled for, and as such he wanted to give the exams a week early.
“That’s kind of a rip-off.” I told him in front of the whole class.
“I assure you that you will not be shortchanged from any instruction.”
“Perhaps not, but it seems we do have to rush through some of it then.”
He sighed. “The alternative is to have a substitute give you the tests, and to grade them. Now if you’d prefer that a random person grade your finals, possibly even a physical education major with absolutely no music background… well, we can arrange that.”
“This is a raw deal.” I protested.
“It cannot be helped.” He defended.
“You might have more important things to do, but I only have my future to think about.”
“If you wish, we can discuss this after class, Miss Holt.”
“Fine.”
Once everyone else had left Professor Riachuelo smiled at me and said, “I do apologize, Miss Holt. This inconvenience is unavoidable I’m afraid. What can I do to help accommodate you?”
“Oh, I’ll be fine. I just hate rushing my education. It’s important to me.”
“If you require some after class instruction before I have to leave, I am more than willing to make sure that you fully understand the curriculum.”
That surprised me. Here he was offering to go out of his way for me, and I hadn’t expected that. I had kind of merely wanted to bust his balls a bit, mainly for how he’d pretty much given me the cold shoulder since I’d teased him so mercilessly. There was just something about him that drove me to push his buttons due to this tension of a most unusual kind.
“That is very kind of you, Professor. That alleviates any worries that I have.”
“Trust me Miss Holt, you are in the top of the class and seem to be up to speed with the theory, as well as the application of it.”
“Please can we dispense with the formalities already. I prefer that you call me Cassie.”
He nodded. “Cassie it is then.”
“May I call you Ricardo?”
“I prefer Maestro.”
For some reason that perturbed me and lit my anger again. “Fine! Maestro!”
He merely raised his brows at my display and sighed.
I don’t know why I got so upset with him. Probably because I’d offered a friendly casual acquaintance standing to him, but he had to lord his position above me yet again. In hindsight I realize that it was unrealistic to demand an equal footing with him, as he was my professor. Still I was determined to take him up on his offer. I wanted every advantage I could get with understanding music and to be able to discern top quality from the run of the mill artistry. To garner this ability, I had to know why something was genius in the first place. I made sure to stay after class every chance I got and to pick his well-seasoned brain for all the knowledge that I could.
The concert was still a week off, and I had been searching for anything and everything I could about this mysterious band that seemed to come out of nowhere and was now the top-selling group on more than half of the pay-download sites. There were only two press releases from the band itself, and they did claim to be from the Bay-Area. The lead singer, bassist, and drummer had all listed the bands they had previously played with, but the lead guitarist did not. He was an enigma and only went by the moniker of D.D. That was all that there was about him! It drove me crazy! He was the one who drew my complete attention like a fucking magnet. I had to know all about him, but nooo! He had to be so damned surreptitious. That was just my luck. The more I chased after knowledge of him, the more I saw his pictures, though only those released by the band. Damn it, he drove me crazy! It was mainly his perfectly pitched guitar playing, but his chest and abs were absolutely cut and that was hot as hell! I couldn’t really tell if he was good looking or not though because he always seemed to wear big dark glasses and his long curly hair pretty much covered everything else. However, in my eyes, he just had to be the hottest guy on Earth.
Within a couple of days, I had worked myself into a goddamn frenzy. It was much like the night I had lost my virginity, but without the impetuous swaying from alcohol and pot. Maybe it was just my body finally saying, “enough of this celibacy shit!” At twenty-two years old, horny was a perfectly natural condition, even though I sure tried to fight it. Finally, my hormones won the battle and I just had to get laid. I told Lara this the next time I saw her.
“Lara, I have to get laid! Before the concert, or I’ll be a blob of cummy Jello when they play.”
“Oh goody! Let’s do this!”
“What?” I was suddenly confused by her response.
“Not with me dumbass! Let’s go out and get you some hard cock, girl!”
“Yeah… that!”
“I’ll be your wing-woman. Don’t worry, I’m not a cock-blocker. It’ll be the opposite. Oh, and I know a kinky place we could go. From what I’ve heard even a damn nun would get laid there!”
“Kinky? How kinky?”
“Well, I’ve never been there, but my old roomy has, and she said that it was where she went any time she wanted some dick without any fuss.”
“I don’t know.” I shook my head.
“Oh come on! I’ve been wanting to go there for a while now, but never had the balls to actually do it.”
“This sounds risky! Where is it?”
“Not far.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a BDSM club called the Devil’s Dungeon.”
“I don’t like the sound of that. I’m not looking to be a damned sex slave, just want some free and easy dick.”
“You get to call all the shots, and you don’t have
to play the BDSM games.” She persisted.
I thought about it for a few seconds, “Okay. If worst comes to worst, it may just knock the horny right out of me and that would work too.”
Lara laughed.
She called her old room-mate and set up a date so to speak. It seemed that you had to have an invitation by a member to get into the club, but her roomy was a member so we got the invite. Devon was her friend’s name and she was more than happy to introduce us to the ‘lifestyle’ as she called it. I was apprehensive because I wasn’t looking to get into the ‘lifestyle’, I just wanted to get laid. How hard is that to understand? This was taking a whole different turn down a dark alley as far as I was concerned. Still, I went along with it just because Lara was so damned excited about the whole thing and I didn’t want to burst her bubble.
Devon met us in the parking lot of the club, which didn’t have a single sign advertising its presence. She knocked at a non-descript door and an intercom speaker came to life asking what business we had there.
“Member number four forty-one, Devon. I have two guests with me for the night.”
The door buzzed open after a moment, and Devon led the way inside.
“Just follow my lead and you’ll be left alone. If you do see something, or someone that you’d like to partake in, let me know and I’ll arrange it.” She told as we entered.
There was a comfortable looking lounge with a small bar off to one side. It wasn’t crowded at all and the music was at a low volume, allowing for easy conversation. The atmosphere seemed relaxed and this took the edge off my nerves.
“If you want a drink or two let’s get them now. I suggest limiting it to just a couple though. They do not tolerate drunks here. Also, once the entertainment begins, they close the bar for alcohol service. Then it is non-inebriating drinks only.”
Lara said, “I’m good for now.”
“Yeah.” I agreed.
We took a booth table and just chatted for a bit. Several people came over and introduced themselves to Lara and me. They all were quite friendly and welcoming, which further put my apprehension at ease. After about half an hour a woman dressed in tight leather pants, thigh high leather boots with long spiked heels, and wearing a thin tank top got everyone’s attention. She didn’t have a microphone as it wasn’t needed with the small crowd.