Alan didn't have any classes left after his run-in with his new young rival, Ben, so he grabbed a quick bite to eat and got in his truck to go home. He still couldn't shake the strange encounter from his head, it had him double guessing everything that he had been thinking for the past week. Ben seemed... nice. Like genuinely nice, if not a little bit condescending. Alan just couldn't understand how it was the same guy who had talked down to the camera, called him a loser, told hundreds of people they they belonged at his feet.
Alan wasn't a sociopath or anything, but he'd be lying if he said his master-persona didn't carry over somewhat into his real life. He wasn't an outright dick to anyone, at least he didn't think so, but he still took pleasure in getting what he wanted and putting other people in their places. He always got the machines he wanted at the gym without having to say a word. He had at least one guy in each of his classes who handed him notes after days he missed without Alan having to even ask. All because he had an air of authority, he had learned a lot about getting what he wanted out of people since starting to cam.
Alan wasn't a sociopath or anything, but he'd be lying if he said his master-persona didn't carry over somewhat into his real life. He wasn't an outright dick to anyone, at least he didn't think so, but he still took pleasure in getting what he wanted and putting other people in their places. He always got the machines he wanted at the gym without having to say a word. He had at least one guy in each of his classes who handed him notes after days he missed without Alan having to even ask. All because he had an air of authority, he had learned a lot about getting what he wanted out of people since starting to cam.