Prankster met them in a dark room. He was nervous, sweaty, having to fix his tie. He did not know what they knew. He could only see their annoyance.
They sat in a circle, watching as he came towards the center. Six figures showed no expression towards his humble approach. It had been a while since he had this feeling, this feeling of being helpless, powerless. Far too long he was in charge, holding power over his bimbos and his guards. It was good to remember that feeling of fear that had kept him out of jail for so long.
Out of the darkness he could make out their faces. The first face was that of Lena Luthor. Lex's sister had her own access to the Luthor fortune. She stayed out of Lex's way by feeding her wealth into fashion and beauty products. She was every bit as power hungry as her brother, but in a far more secretive way. Her contribution to the Cabal would be her access to LexCorp experimental technology. She was bored already by this meeting, preferring to be with her new pet, the former Wonder Girl.
A bearded man have a steely gaze at Prankster. A gaze that should be instantly recognizable. The immortal tyrant, Vandal Savage, sat among the Cabal members. His network was working on ways to help him gain control of the whole world. Bimbo U was just another world conquering scheme to him. Nothing more, nothing less. He gave money and mystical assistance to the university but cared little about its results. He only saw it as a means to rid himself of some of his enemies and to distract others.
The Cabal member sitting close to Savage had to turn off his phone. Rick Danger was not amused by being summoned by Dean Prankster. He would much rather be focused on running his new company Pink Star Studio. Richardson was a former celebrity agent kicked out of the field due to his multiple scandals. His knowledge of the celebrity scene was what allowed Bimbo U to be able to effectively capture so many famous faces. He was the one who bought Jenny and Taylor and hoped there would be more like them in the near future.
A tall, imposing man sat up straight when Prankster arrived. Bane was also impatient with this meeting. He was forming a formidable criminal empire. Drugs, violence, sex, he was able to give the populace these vices and many more. He gave the club illegal contraband, drugs, and enough man power to fill out a small army. In exchange Bimbo U gave him a healthy supply of willing giggling bimbo whores to fill up his growing red light districts and brothels. Everything was calculated out as far as Bane was concerned.
The women sitting next to Bane put out her cigarette. She smirked at Prankster. Her name was Susanna Smoke. She was the powerful mage that supplied Bimbo U with a majority of its magic. Hypnosis, magic enhancements, spells, anything arcane Susanna could supply it. She was a slender woman wearing a long green dress. Her midnight mane draped over her left shoulder. Her smoky eye shadow and green lips completed the scowl she gave towards Prankster. She had other things she wished to focus her time on. She was searching for the perfect bimbo. The one woman that would satisfy every one of her kinky needs. It was her life dream to find the perfect obedient lesbian love puppet. She hoped that one of the second semester students would meet up to her high standards.
The final Cabal member was the same man who had forced Prankster to work for them on the fateful day. Not much was known about him except his unhealthy obsession with creating bimbos. He was rich, he was powerful, he had powers that none of them knew about. He was tall in a tasteful black suit. He was bald and wore sun glasses. He went by the name of Mr. Fortune and that was all any one could call him.
Mr. Fortune was the only one happy to see Prankster enter the room, "Dean Prankster, congratulations on the successful first semester of Bimbo U students that included super powered individuals. Here is hoping the second semester with super powered students goes as well as the last one."
"Yes, of course. But, um, that's not what I'm here about..." Prankster didn't know how to phrase his next words.
"Your here about the young woman your keeping in room 42, far away from the other students. The school teacher Hunter picked up along with the Protocol Ten reporters." Mr. Fortune continued to smile.
"Yes, but she's not just some random teacher..." Prankster spoke up.
"She's your daughter." Mr. Fortune smile never left. Each of the Cabal reacted differently. Vandal Savage looked on with curiosity, Lena Luthor laughed, Rick Danger began to get worried, Bane shifted in his seat beginning to get uncomfortable, Susanna Smoke's expression didn't change as she began to relight her cigarette. Mr. Fortune continued to smile.
"She doesn't know anything about the university. Her being brought here is an obvious mistake on Hunter's part. She can be let go, back to the real world. Its not too late." Prankster began to bargain.
The Cabal looked at each other. "Hunter needs his head on a spike, fucking up like this." Rick Danger whispered.
"The man was just doing his job. How was he supposed to know the reporter's roommate was our Dean's daughter?" Bane defended his man.
"It's some very important information. Considering our gracious Dean is being black mailed into his position depending on his daughter's well being." Rick spoke the truth.
"I say let her go through the school. Slut her up. Teach Prankster some manners from fucking up, allowing two rebellions within his school." Lena Luthor argued.
"And what if he rebels?" Rick made an excellent point.
"We could always find another dean..." Vandal Savage spoke coldly.
"Not like this man. His work is impeccable. He's so damn close to making my perfect bimbo. To start from scratch is unthinkable." Susanna Smoke was truly only worried about her needs.
"We can't just let her go. She knows too much. We all know this. She needs to be dealt with some way, some how." Vandal Savage brought up his own fair point.
"There's no way he'll let us turn her into a bimbo. He'd sooner destroy all of Bimbo University before letting our school touch a hair on her head." Rick Danger knew what was at stake, he had the most to lose among the Cabal.
As the Cabal argued, Mr. Fortune sat back, listening the whole time, his smile never leaving his face. He raised up his hand and the Cabal feel silent. He turned towards Prankster, "Dean Prankster, how are you enjoying your position within our school?"
Prankster squinted, uncertain where this line of questioning was going to go, "Its well enough, I guess. I'm drowning in bimbos, constantly fighting my own morality with each woman a help transform." He felt like this was going to be the only time he could be honest with these people. It wasn't like they chose to bring his daughter to the school, it was all a huge mistake.
"And how is your relationship with your daughter?" Mr. Fortune asked.
Prankster pondered for a moment, "Its been a frustrating one, I have to admit. She never approved of my life style choices. Always judging my criminal career. Never knowing how much I've sacrificed for her. Not knowing every performance was for her. I love her, but it is a love that's been forced to be far away."
"Don't you wish to have a closer relationship with your daughter? For her to accept your criminal acts. For her to appreciate you." Mr. Fortune asked.
"Yes..." Prankster said, he was going to say more, but was cut off.
"Then our next actions are clear. Dean Prankster, you realize we can not let your daughter go. She knows far too much. She will make demands to protect people. Or worse, reveal what she knows to people of power capable of bringing down our operation. We can not allow this."
"Please..." Prankster was cut off again.
"But, we know how much you love her. How foolish it would be to for her to be turned into a simple minded bimbo. But it would also be foolish to attempt to have her live the rest of her life in room 42. For that is also unacceptable."
Prankster nodded, waiting for the other boot to fall.
"So, I have a compromise. Allow us the opportunity to give you the daughter you always wanted. A daughter who loves her father, unconditionally. A daughter who appreciates her father's flair for the dramatic. Who not only forgives but accepts his criminal nature. A daughter willing to help him in his current criminal activities. The creation of more beautiful bimbos within Bimbo U."
"How..." Mr. Fortune cut Prankster off for a third time.
"We will worry about the how. We will take care of your daughter. Move her to a different facility, away from Bimbo U, away from the possibility of being turned into a bimbo. You worry about the current semester of students. We will take care of your daughter. By the time the semester is over she will be your perfect little daughter in every way."
Prankster paused, then nodded his head, "I supposed that's acceptable."
"Then its settled. She will be moved to Bunker 83. You can contact her when ever you wish. Just remember our deal. Keep running Bimbo U perfectly or your daughter will be trained to become our perfect bimbo."
Prankster nodded and left the Cabal's chambers, traveling back to Bimbo U. Mr. Fortune gave the order to have Nancy Miller moved to Bunker 83. The other Cabal members all looked at Mr. Fortune.
Lena cocked a suspicious eye brow, "You can't be serious. We're just going to make her the perfect daddy's little girl..."
"No." Mr. Fortune answered.
"No?" Each of the Cabal was astonished. What did he mean no?
Mr. Fortune smiled, "We all knew this day would come. It would be inevitable that Nancy Miller would be in this sort of situation. Or our dear Dean Prankster's morals would get the better of him. Turning prominent young girls into bimbos could do that to a man, no matter how many blow jobs he'll be able to receive. No, when Nancy Miller is taken to Bunker 83 she will under go a metamorphoses. She will be turned into our perfect Bimbo U Dean. We will make her have all of Prankster's creativity and ability to keep a large scale operation running smoothly on a set time table without any of his pesky morals. Hell, we'll make it so that she loves turning women into bimbo sluts. That the only people that can get her off are bimbo sluts."
"And what of our current Dean?" Savage asked the obvious question.
"Once this semester is over, once Nancy Miller has been transformed into our perfect Dean, we will no longer be needing Prankster's services." Mr. Fortune put emphasis on services.
The Cabal nodded, once all is said and done Prankster will be killed...
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