Page 185 of Filthy Elites

I’ve never seen so many tit-matized men, and one woman, in my life. Thank God Grayson would be on the other side of that video—and it doesn’t record sound.

“Guess I got lucky.”

He opens a bottle and fills his red cup halfway to the top. “Seems like a trend with you.”

I can’t help but gape. “You think watching twelve guys jerk off was lucky?”

He swirls the liquid and takes a sip. “You didn’t have to drink it, which is what I had planned.”

Behind me, Rat barks out a laugh. It’s not surprising that Royer admits this. He’s never been one to hide his motivations. I was just too dumbstruck to realize it applied to me as well.

“But I guess it makes sense you’d be pretty good at rubbing one out.” A dark flicker crosses his eyes. “I talked to Brianna. She said you were quite the gentleman, even when she offered up her pussy to you.”

“Just didn’t seem like the right thing to do,” I say. “Anyway, I like my women coherent when I fuck them.”

A slow smirk tugs at his mouth. “I think you’re still a virgin. Don’t you, Rat?”

“Oh, definitely.” Rat mixes drinks and pours them into orange cups. These he hands to a few girls that walked up behind me. “How about it, ladies?” he grins at them and nods in my direction. “Either of you willing to help this goat finally become a man?”

I’m obviously not a virgin. The man smiling like a douche next to me is the one that had the honor of popping my cherry, but I still feel humiliated and belittled from Rat’s obnoxious tone and the girl’s critical gaze. It’s like… they’re considering it. They’ve been put on the spot too by this powerful Zeta Sig, and moments like this can make or break a sorority girl. Are you game? Fun? Discerning?

“Eh,” Rat says, cutting the tension, “don’t worry about him. I’ve got someone special picked out just for him.”

Relief crosses their features, while confusion must mar mine. I clutch my cup and notice Rat staring across the beach. There’s a girl standing alone. She looks out of place, from her clothing to her makeup. She’s holding an orange cup and when the firelight flickers in the bonfire it catches the purple highlights in her hair. My stomach flips anxiously, but it’s not until she turns her head to the side and I see her profile, that I know for sure.

Janelle.

“I’ve been working on this one all week,” he declares, more to Royer than me. “Hates frats and sororities. Thinks she’s better than us. I’ve spent hours wearing her down and convincing her that not all of us are the same. What do you think?”

“Feisty.” Royer shrugs. “But I’m not into that emo shit. She looks mean as hell.”

“She is, but one more cup of that spiked punch and she’ll be tame as a kitten.” The name kitten catches my attention, but Rat’s still looking at Janelle and I realize that no, he doesn’t know Miller’s nickname for me.

Where the hell is Miller, anyway?

I look around the beach and see him over with a group of girls. Three, as a matter of fact, each with long wavy hair and barely there bikini tops. I try not to dwell on the fact that I would have rocked that look. They’re all in various states of flirting, touching his biceps, leaning close, pressing their tits against his side, and he’s justbaskingin it. Of course he is. Why wouldn’t he be? He can have any girl he wants in this place.

Why do I care?

There had been a moment in the car where I thought he was going to kiss me, and it didn’t bother me like it should. But I was wearing the camera and Grayson could be watching. What would he say if he saw me kissing Miller?

“Your mission tonight, forty-seven,” Rat says, drawing me back to their conversation, “is to take that independent, anti-Greek bitch down the beach, bury your two-inch dick inside her, and come back a man.”

I laugh, trying to be in on the joke, but when I look at his face, and then Royer’s, he’s obviously not kidding. The pit of my stomach twists into a hard stone. “Is this an order?”

“Either you do it, or I find someone else to.” His beady eyes hold mine. “I just thought you deserved a little reward for bringing in the best quality booze tonight.”

My heart pounds because there’s no way I can have sex with Janelle. I’m lacking all the right equipment and it’s possible she’ll recognize me. I also can’t let her go off with another guy, drugged and vulnerable. I’m risking everything by getting close to her. Jesus. The whole situation is messed up.

“Yeah, okay.” I swallow the rest of the alcohol in my cup.

Royer digs into his pocket and tosses something at me. I catch it midair. “Make sure you wrap it up.”

I stare at the condom for a moment, realizing it has the frats letters branded on the label. These guys are pigs.

“With the sorority girls you can raw-dog,” he explains, “we pass out Plan B like it’s candy. But the Chits? You gotta protect yourself.”

The hard feeling in my stomach loosens, and a wave of nausea rolls over me. These guys are monsters. Grayson is right. They have to be taken down. I finger the button on my shirt, realizing that all of this is being recorded. Every last minute.

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