Drone
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Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - A couple of college aged guys deploy a drone to spy on local college girls, hoping to see some nude sunbathing, showering, and more sexual activity. When they accidentally recording video of a rapist and his victim, they have a moral dilemma: report what happened and face charges themselves for "peeping" or forget what they saw. More attacks take place, reluctantly forcing them into action.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual NonConsensual Rape BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Violence
“Bro,” he chuckled, “the male brain can’t handle that many choices. When sex is involved we turn in to cavemen. That means keep it simple, ya know? I say we start at opposite corners of the roof and work our way to the middle. We’d be cummin’ dust before we got there, but so what?”
“We know a lot of those girls, Matt. At least enough to say ‘hi’ to.”
“I know, dude. I think I’m gonna be sayin’ ‘hi’ a lot more often to some of ‘em. Wow. Can you imagine gettin’ any of ‘em in bed? I’m makin’ a list of girls from these vids to try to hang out with. Imagine bein’ alone with one of ‘em and watchin’ her strip for you! She’d think it was the first time you saw her naked, but you’d know what you’re in for.”
We continued to watch the screen until the drone rose and turned away to focus on the lot behind the library where Matt was. “This is when that guy parked near me and I had to fly home. I did a little reconnaissance work on the way. Check it out on the left – another dorm with girls on the roof and the backyard of the Zeta Beta Tau house. You know those guys have crazy pool parties. We could fly a night mission there.”
“Why do I want to see a bunch of drunk guys?”
“Because they feed drinks to all the girls to get them drunk too. That shit about tequila makin’ a girl’s clothes fall off is true. Think, dude!”
“A lot of my blood flow is being directed away from my brain at the moment.”
He laughed. “I hear you.”
“Matt, the batteries should be at full charge again in a couple hours. Like around the time some girls get ready for bed.”
“I like the way you think, bro. We haven’t checked any of the other girls’ dorms yet.”
“Or the sorority houses.”
“Not too sure about them,” Matt said. “They could be tough for window shots. Lots of trees and wires, and I’d have to fly pretty low.”
“You’re probably right.”
After dinner and a little cramming for our finals, we went out, Matt driving to the student union parking lot and me on foot. “Should we start on other side of the building tonight, Matt? Over six hundred girls live here, and more than the two we saw leave their curtains open.”
“Works for me. The ground’s lowest on that side, so I won’t have to worry as much about bein’ spotted. I can see your baseball cap, so start walkin’. When you find a place to hang out, lemme know.”
I walked down the sloping sidewalk to the back of the dormitory. “You know, the back wall of this building is weird. No windows until you’re about twenty feet off the ground.”
“Remember?” he responded. “The doors back there go into kind of an exposed basement. The next level up is the lobby and all that crap, and bedrooms are on the so-called first floor above that.”