Brittany had been an over-achiever her whole life. She excelled at most things naturally. And those few she didn't excel at naturally, she researched, studied, and worked at until she was the best. The vast majority of the time she succeeded.
Brittany never knew her mother, who had died shortly after giving birth to Brittany. She was raised, therefore, by her father. "Raised" is a polite term since he traveled much and when he was home, he was not attentive to his Brittany. He was a taciturn man who provided food and clean clothes and other minimum necessities but he never expressed much emotion. Fortunately, Brittany never seemed to need much more than he was able to give her.
As a child, Brittany's intelligence and drive had been noticed and she'd been put on the "gifted" track where she flourished.
In high school, she had played soccer and refused to play on the girls' team. She tried out for the more competitive, championship boys team. She not only made the team but ended up becoming their number one scorer for two years straight. She was class valedictorian.
Late in high school, when she had started developing physically, she'd noticed the stares and sideways glances of others and she'd learned how to use her budding breasts or fit ass and legs to her advantage, not only with students, but with the faculty, and not just the male members. A couple times, when she had the need to push a grade over one side of the fence, she'd show up after class, perhaps with a cute skirt which allowed her butt cheeks and thong "accidentally" to be flashed as she reached to write something on the board. Or she'd lean over the desk, making her case why a better grade was deserved, and "inadvertently" innocently offer a view down the top of her dress to her firm young breasts.
Because of this physical beauty and her intelligence, Brittany was popular with students and was the darling of the faculty. The whole faculty, except her health teacher, Mrs. Lubkins. When Brittany was around, Mrs. Lubkins started noticing Brittany's behavior with others. She saw that they easy smile or the shy expressions came and went at will, usually when it served Brittany best. She'd heard conflicting stories from different people about Brittany's actions or opinions, and had started putting two and two together. She noticed that there was a cold, calculating side to Brittany, and that she would use others easily and without thought to get her own needs fulfilled. Brittany seemed to act without a conscience. Mrs. Lubkins, who had majored in psychology in college, recognized Brittany's traits and had a very strong hunch that this talented young lady was a psychopath - at least partially. This meant that Brittany had no real emotions but had learned to feign them by carefully studying others' body language, expressions, and words, and emulating them. Mrs. Lubkins had actually spoken in a roundabout manner to young Brittany many times before coming to this conclusion. Brittany had been curious about the line of questioning from her health teacher and, after a while, had googled some of the questions. The links led her to discussions about people like her; people who lacked "empathy".
It was confusing in a way for Brittany. Not being empathetic in the least, the whole idea of empathy was of conceptual at best. She understood what was real; what could be touched. Something like a feeling that differed from person to person and could be hurt? That wasn't real. And yet...and yet she knew it was. These "feelings" were what she was able to manipulate by being so logical and by mimicking reactions she had seen others make. Looking at the sites about psychopathy, Brittany understood why, for example, she had always thought that Spock was the only realistic (somewhat) character on Star Trek. He was logical and never fuzzy. She had always disliked people's fuzziness about issues. She discovered what Mrs. Lubkins suspected: Brittany was in fact, at least partially, a sociopath.
This discovery did not shock Brittany at all. It had simply made sense to her. She had never really understood many of the reactions that people had to various experiences that life offered. Why cry when someone said words to you that were supposed to "hurt you"? They were words that, most times, weren't even logical or true. If the words were logical or true, even less reason to "feel hurt". But people did get "hurt" and Brittany learned to use this to her advantage.
Though she never understood what this "emotional pain" truly was. She learned how to make a sad or shocked faces and she became an expert at producing tears at the appropriate times. She learned that to not "get hurt" made her seem strange to others. So she feigned being hurt as well as other emotions when appropriate. This was logical. She understood logic. She also learned how, by doing the opposite, she could easily hurt people. She learned that by balancing her "hurt feelings" with "pain" she could cause, she could easily manipulate most people into behaving in a manner that benefited her.
Brittany became an expert in sizing up people's emotional weaknesses and exploiting them. She started viewing the world as a place for her to conquer. And since most people were weak - since most people were like flesh robots, incapable of logical, intelligent thoughts, she felt absolutely no guilt in making them help her get what she needed.
Her intelligence and her focus, combined with her competitiveness forced her to keep herself in great shape. Having a great physique helped her feel physically great and it allowed her to better use some people. In college, she'd started working out daily and maintained a very healthy diet. She had developed a perfect 36-24-36 figure with firm D-cup breasts and she knew that men and even a few women noticed. In the gym she kept her muscles tone but had no desire to bulk up. She'd learned the obvious advantages to keeping in shape.
She simply knew that a demure smile, an "accidental" view of cleavage, or a flash of thigh often helped her obtain what she was owed rightly anyway. She was very smart and she was very aware of her own value and the value, right or wrong, others may give on her due to their own presumptions of who she was or what she was capable of.
Brittany had had some boyfriends throughout the years. In high school this was mainly to increase her popularity - at least at first. She'd choose a boy, most likely some popular athlete, and make him hers. It wasn't difficult. Immediately, in the hierarchical world of high school, her value in the eyes of others increased. Then Brittany understood that the boyfriends also provided one other important thing: sex. Sex, she discovered, was something that she enjoyed thoroughly. Tremendously, in fact. Sex was physical. Sex was real. Sex simply felt good. She didn't have to feign or pretend anything. Sex was added to her mental list of "real" things. Real things provided comfort and made her feel good. All other things could be manipulated to provide the real things. Good food. Working out. And sex. These were the real things to Brittany. And sex was the best. Sex could be used to help her get what she wanted AND it felt good.
Like anything in her life, she viewed the boyfriends as opportunities for herself to learn. She learned what a man liked and she learned how to do it. And then she'd learned how to do it even better. With the next boyfriend, she'd learn other methods and techniques, and she'd improved. And so on until she discarded that boy too. By the time she reached college, Brittany was already an expert in fellatio and, finding out that men strongly preferred girls to swallow their sperm, taught herself to actually enjoy eating and playing with their cum. She could make a man cum in a minute, or make him suffer deliciously and edge him over hours. During her first year at college, she'd even discovered surprisingly that she liked anal sex too.
By the end of her first year, Brittany knew what she liked in a man and she'd make sure her men knew how to please her as well. Unfortunately, when she found most of the college boys were ill prepared to properly pleasure a woman, she realized that she was poorly equipped to instruct them. What did she like? How best to do that? How could she direct them? She'd decided at that point to do "research" so she could better enjoy herself. To research cunnilingus, she'd need to find other women.
Brittany met and seduced some sorority girls, some lesbian, some not, and spent time with them learning when to lick, when to suck, when to be gentle and when to attack, dart, and jab with her tongue. She'd learned that she liked it when her lover would start by gently kissing her inner thighs and her mons. She learned to build up expectations. The kisses should continue over the outer and then inner lips. The kisses should then subtly become long and careful licks around the outer lips. She found that she, and most of the women she slept with, liked it when the licks passed between the outer lips and reached up to her clit. Long faster flat tonguing of the inner lips, combined with their gentle sucking, followed by tongue darting inside her and then the flicking over her clit were techniques that would bring her to - or close to - orgasm. And she loved to orgasm. Loved it. It was, she supposed, as close to an emotional feeling as she would ever have. And these techniques were only oral, once you involve fingers, or dildos, or vibrators, well... that was a whole 'nother world.
Brittany majored in law enforcement in college with a minor in psychology. She was planning on becoming a lawyer. The minor in psychology was mainly to understand about how "normal" people thought - or better- how they felt. The major in law enforcement was mainly to assist in the law degree. Although the idea of learning how to use a firearm better was attractive too. She chose to continue with law because it was logical and because it would offer her an opportunity to make very good money. Lawyers got paid well. Very good money was important to living comfortably - and that was real.
In her final semester, she had already finalized her paperwork to enter law school when she received the Fedex envelope. Inside it was a thin black envelope addressed to her.
A black envelope. Black? How strange.
Inside was a letter on very fine, thick, cream-colored paper.
Dear Ms. Fallox,
We have reviewed your transcripts and CV. We have also had the opportunity to observe your interactions with others.
It seems clear to us that you have the unique requisites and desires necessary to help us grow our company. Please note this this is a singular opportunity to enter a lucrative, real career offering great flexibility, and tremendous personal growth.
We will conduct an interview Friday, April 27. We will send a driver to collect you at 8:00. You will be back by 5:00. Lunch and refreshments will be provided.
We prefer you to wear black.
Thank you,
Savannah Knox
