Page 18 of Single Girl Rules #BFF

“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. Because he 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 perhaps triply would be more appropriate, since they thought he was gonna get a threesome.

Ah, how wrong they were…

Chapter 5 - Setting the Trap

Friday - Sept 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.”

“Oh really? Because the first time we banged, you busted in like 2 minutes. We didn’t even get past missionary.”

Topher waved my comment off. “In my defense, you’re extremely hot.”

“Fair point. Maybe this time it’ll help if we start out with more space between us.” I walked over to one of the dean’s closets. “Get in.”

“What?”

I shoved a few suits aside and pushed him into the closet. Then I closed the door. “I’m going to go get undressed. Holler at me if I go to a spot where you can’t see me.”

“Okay…” he said. His voice was muffled through the slatted closet door. I didn’t blame him for being confused. But I wasn’t just being weird - this was all part of my master plan to get rid of my dumb bodyguards once and for all. And I had to make sure this was the perfect room before I initiated phase 2.

I walked over to the loveseat in the farthest corner of the sitting room and started to unzip my dress.

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