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Jock #1 grabbed my hand and we followed his friend to a pair of rich wooden doors. Inside, six guys in ski masks lounged around the dean’s desk. One of them had his feet up on the desk while the rest stood around him. It looked like a scene straight out of a news report about a coup d’etat. The only difference was theseguys were wielding wooden frat paddles and golf clubs instead of AK-47s.
“Holy shit,” said Jock #1. “We really did it!”
“Yeah we did,” said the guy in the chair. He hoisted a red solo cup into the air. “Here’s to Alpha Omicron.” They all laughed as someone on the other side of the room snapped a photo. And then they took another just to be sure no one blinked.
I had to hand it to them. It was super ballsy to throw this party in the first place. But it was even more ballsy to then take a photo in the dean’s office. And as a final cherry on top, they’d spray-painted their frat letters across the dean’s portrait. Unless their parents were as rich as Daddy, they were for sure gonna get expelled.
The guy at the desk popped up, took off his mask, and walked over to us. “So, Topher,” he said. “This must be the girl you’ve told us so much about.”
Jock #1’s name is Topher? Gross.
“Yup,” said Topher. “Chastity, meet Cornelius Buttersworth III.”
“Call me Trip.” He pulled off his Alpha Omicron t-shirt to reveal a perfectly pressed pink polo underneath.
Yeah, definitely a trust fund kid.
They introduced me to the rest of the guys, but I kind of forgot all their names when the last guy pulled off his ski mask. Becausehe wasn’t a stranger. Well, he kind of was. But not completely. Because he was the guy I’d blown on the way here.
Apparently he was good friends with Jock #1.
Oops.But let’s be honest - I never would have passed up that cock. It was the perfect ratio of length to girth.
“This is Tenderfoot,” said Trip. “If you ever need anything, just ask him for it and he’ll fetch it. Isn’t that right?”
“Sir, yes sir!” said Tenderfoot.
“I think you and I are going to get along quite well, Tenderfoot,” I said with a knowing smile. The poor guy must have been a new pledge or something. But the joke was on the rest of them, because I’d just given him a sweet blowjob. And his cock was way nicer than Jock #1’s. Sorry, I mean Topher’s. God, I couldn’t get over how dumb that name was.
“Shall we get back to dancing?” asked Topher.
“I have a better idea. How about you show me to the master bedroom?” I bit my lip and handed him my leash.
All his frat brothers cheered for him.
“It would be my pleasure,” said Topher. He started to lead me out of the room.
At the last second I turned back. “Oh, Tenderfoot? Can you watch the front door for me? If you see a sexy redhead in a tight black dress, send her up to us. Or she might be blonde.Whatever. You’ll know when you see her. She’s gorgeous but shy, like the cute quirky girl from a romcom.”Was that enough info? Oh!“Her ass will be hanging out and she’ll probably trip up the stairs or something. Thanks!” I blew him a kiss and let Topher pull me upstairs.
If his frat brothers had been excited before, now they were doubly excited. Or perhapstriplywould be more appropriate, since they thought he was gonna get a threesome.
Ah, how wrong they were…
Ready to Mingle - Chapter 5 - Setting the Trap
Friday – September 6, 2013
“Are you sure this is the master suite?” I asked. “It feels more like the dean’s least favorite child’s room.”
Topher looked at me like I was crazy. “This is definitely the master suite.”
“But there’s only one sitting area.” I poked my head into the bathroom. “And the bathroom doesn’t even have a fireplace.”What kind of mansion is this?“Oh, I think I get it. This is just some sort of ornamental house. And the dean lives somewhere much nicer. Is that how you guys got away with throwing a party here?”
“The dean definitely lives here. And we got away with this party thanks to the epicness of the one and only Harvey Wallbanger. He’s the one who somehow figured out how to lead the dean on a wild goose chase all over town. Dude’s a freaking legend.”
“Wallbanger, huh?” I leaned back against the tiled bathroom wall, imagining what this Harvey Wallbanger character might do to me if he was here. I bet his epicness extended into the bedroom as well. “Is that his real name, or has he done something to earn that nickname?”
Topher stepped towards me. “If anyone in our frat deserves the nickname Wallbanger, it’s me.”
