Chapter 28

Jamie Calloway

We put our clothes back on and filed out of the catacomb, all feeling outraged and humiliated. For many of us, the anger and embarrassment were mixed with sexual arousal. It was a strange combination of feelings, but I was used to it, having first felt it in freshman year when Ms. Hodes began abusing me. For many of the others, especially the freshmen, it would be new. When we could speak freely again, I would talk to them about it, help them process it and understand how it would affect their sexual interests moving forward. For the time being, I had to worry about them keeping up the ruse. Many of them were likely to curtail their activities once they knew they were being watched, no matter what we’d said back in the catacombs.

I wasn’t going to be one of them. As soon as we got back, Ellie and I had sex, putting on a bit of a show for whoever was spying on us while trying not to look at the spot on the ceiling where the camera must have been placed. She slept over and we did it again the next morning. Hopefully, our performance would give them what they needed to keep the business going, and they wouldn’t notice any reduction in the overall amount of sex at Wilson or they would just chalk it up to exam jitters.

After having sex, Ellie and I both got up and went to the showers. Finn was energetically fucking Dylan, and I breathed a sigh of relief. A confirmed exhibitionist, Finn would help me keep the supply of sex tapes coming.

Nolan, on the other hand, was clearly spooked. He stayed naked as we cleaned the floor, obeying my instructions to keep to his regular routine, but he got dressed as soon as the cleaning session was over, bundling up against the cold before leaving for the library. He spent way more time than usual away from the dorm over the weekend, and I knew that getting him to have sex in the showers was going to be a problem. I decided that I would deal with it after I took care of my assignment Sunday.

Both Jas Whitfield and his roommate Lukas Weiss went to the Protestant chapel service Sunday morning. As the prefect, I had a key to their room, and a special USB drive the FBI had mailed to my campus mailbox. When I plugged it into Whitfield’s computer, it automatically downloaded every file on the computer. If the videos turned up, it would be enough evidence to formally search his computer. He wouldn’t be criminally charged, as a favor to his father, but the case would be put on the conduct council’s docket for immediately after the Christmas holidays. Rick Whitfield would have a chance to withdraw his son without anything showing up on the official records.