Chapter 5: The Big Car-Park Orgy

The engineering parking lot was pitch black, only the faint orange glow of distant streetlights breaking the darkness like dying embers. It was 3 a.m. on a Thursday, and the entire lot was empty except for one lone SUV idling in the center, its engine a low rumble that vibrated through the asphalt. I stood ten feet away in the shadows, heart slamming against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat. The hoodie I’d thrown on was thin, barely covering my ass, and my shorts were soaked through between my thighs. My phone was in my hand, screen lit only by the dim glow, the unknown number’s last message still glowing on it: Bring Ethan’s phone. We want to show him what a good fuck his girlfriend is. Don’t be late.

I didn’t know how I’d gotten here. One minute I was in my dorm, legs still sticky from Jamal’s creampie, and the next I was sneaking out again, legs trembling, pussy aching with that deep, empty need that had been growing since the maintenance building. Ethan was asleep in our bed, phone beside him, completely unaware that his girlfriend was about to become the campus whore for all of them.

The driver’s door of the SUV opened. Tyler stepped out first, tall and broad, his hoodie open to reveal the hard lines of his chest. Behind him came Marcus—dark-skinned, cocky grin already in place—Jamal, stroking himself lazily through his jeans, and two new guys I didn’t know: Derek, a tall blonde with a shaved head, and Kyle, shorter but built like a tank, both of them grinning like wolves. Four more men. Four more cocks. My mouth went dry.

“Well, well,” Tyler said, voice low and rough, stepping close to me until I could smell his cologne mixed with the night air. “Look at you, baby. Already dripping for us. You brought your boyfriend’s phone, right?”

I nodded, hands shaking so badly I almost dropped it. I held up Ethan’s phone—his face smiling on the lock screen. Tyler took it, scrolled through my recent texts, and laughed softly. “Good girl. Now strip. Slowly. We want to see every inch before we start.”