Chapter 8

“Third day after striking trial begins. Monday, October the--Christ Lyn! Where the hell did you come from?”

He managed to keep his shout in a quiet whisper as he kicked back from the desk in his office. He rushed to the door and locked it. Lyn climbed out from under his desk.

Lyn, Jossie. She answered to Lyn now. Like how Via answered to the end of her name when he had met the girl. What was this? Via had been gorgeous and she dressed like her tits didn’t fit into most shirts. Lyn looked like she should be getting gangbanged at a rave.

Her hair was still blonde from when she had dyed the cute blue out of it. Her t-shirt still bore an anime character, perhaps a sailor scout, but so much had been cut away that it was more of a bra. Her nipples poked up the fabric, her underboob defied gravity under the ragged hem. She wore a vinyl skirt and thigh high neon fishnets. The left leg in green, the right in purple. Her overdone eye makeup was purple on the right and green on the left.

“You go shopping?”

“No, I had a lot of this stuff left over from a dance festival in August. Don’t worry if you tear anything, it was all cheap as shit for that reason,” she brightly smiled. “It’s seventy five minutes to your next class. Anal?”

“No, I’d rather your pussy. Let me put the guard dog on notice. Back under the desk in case someone else comes in.” He directed her and she listened with a purr. She had class right then, he hoped it wasn’t one of her midterms.

“What do you want?” Geraldine had foundationed the freckles off her face. Her frizzy red hair turned black at her ears. She let it fall madly about her shoulders. She wore a low cut black bustier and a long black skirt. Her darkly shadowed eyes matched the black lipstick she borrowed from Sandy.

“I’ve got a drop in from Lyn. Eyes open?”

“What’s it matter? What’s anything matter?”

“Just do it.” He demanded and crossed the hallway back into his office. Lyn popped her head out the moment she heard the deadbolt click. “Good, you’re not wearing panties.”

“Never!” She saluted. She swirled about her desk and through her body across it with a deathgrip on the far side. She turned her smirk over her shoulder. “See?”

“I do,” he walked up and stroked up her pussy. She squeaked and came immediately. “Did you bring the--”

Lyn was already biting down on her leather gag. She reached the belt behind her skull and looped it through the tie. She mumbled at him. He interpreted her saying: “Pull it tight.”

With her jaw locked, her mouth full, her ass up, and her pussy free, Ron gave a last look to the door.

She flexed as he guided his cock into her streaming sex. He rolled his shoulders and lifted her hips. He dragged her back and lifted her from the surface of the table. It was the best way to be quiet and go hard.

Lyn whipped her hips. She massaged his cock with her pussy muscles. Over the weeks everyone had gotten better at fucking him, except for Lyn. Lyn remained the master. It warmed him, knowing there was a Jossie in there to pull back out and save. Until he got there, it’d be a hell of a ride.

He grabbed her by the tit and the neck. Her little boobs made her the smallest. She might’ve been centimeter taller than Livvie, today’s Via. He believed he could have picked her up and fucked her right in the air with no wall to pin her against. He smiled at that dream of dominance. Lyn was spasming and clutching and taut. He wasn’t breaking her deathgrip on the desk.

She was splashing his thighs with the consistency of her wild orgasms. Three bottles of Febreze sat on the bookshelf. They’d need replacements next week. He didn’t care to prolong anything. He ground his teeth to keep himself quiet. He sprayed his cum all around inside of her.

“Hah,” he breathed and stepped back. “OK, you good?”

“So-oo good!” She moaned as he undid her gag.

“Excellent. Now you need to answer the questions again?”

“But--”

“Then you can suck my dick and get to class,” he promised. “Under the desk.”

He went to double check but Geraldine was gone. The secretary was at her desk. Dammit! What was she doing?

“Hey,” he smiled for the secretary.

“Oh hey Ron,” she beamed. “I’m surprised you’re fitting in so well. I was so worried when you bought the house.”

“If you weren’t scared of the place, you’d be jealous if I told you what I am paying for it,” he smiled. “Quick question, have you seen Geraldine?”

“Leave me out of your little role playing games,” she frowned. “I’m only ever going to call her Geri.”

“Fair,” he nodded. “Seen her?”

“She stalked off looking like Halloween wasn’t weeks away,” the secretary shrugged. “I’ll tell her you’re asking for her.”

“No, don’t bother,” he said. “I’ll see her soon enough.”

“Thank. You.” She went back to her computer. Ron went back to his office.

“Did you bring real people clothes or am I going to need to find a way to smuggle you out in that?” He asked as Lyn came up from under the desk.

“These are my clothes,” she explained. “Here, these are the questions you ask anyways.”

She slapped a paper onto his chest. He looked over it. Damn they were all the right answers. He should be doling it out as--

He jumped when his door closed and Lyn was gone.

“You guys didn’t put the other’s ID number on each other’s test, did you?” SP looked up their math professor’s older body like a teenaged boy seeing his first pair of tits. Sandy’s bubblegum popped back onto her lips. “Right.”

Their professor walked further up handing out week six’s tests. SP leaned back. The sides of her head had been shaved and her short hair hung over the left side of her face. She wore a black studded leather jacket and baggy cargo pants. She drummed her fingers on her table. A+. 97%.

“How’d you do?” She looked over at Sandy.

Sandy’s bleached blonde hair framed her plump pink lips. She wore a tied off plaid shirt baring her pale abs to the survivable but uncomfortable late October weather. Her cutoffs showed off most of her ass cheeks and her cowboy boots hopped up and down as her knees bounced. She frowned.

“She didn’t like the pony!” She showed the big picture she had drawn over the questions of the calculus quiz to SP. “Not even the pirate ship on page three.”

“Well I love it,” SP declared.

“Really?” Sandy beamed.

“Yeah, I do,” she grabbed Sandy’s hand. “C’mon let’s go where you’re appreciated.”

“We still have half a lecture, ladies.” The woman said walking down to the front of the aisle. “OK. I may see you next week, then. Everyone else, let’s review the answers to--”

The pair headed out of their lecture and up towards the dorms. SP yanked hard on Sandy’s hand leading her straight to her room.

“Oh, hey Sue. I don’t see you around too often do--”

Her roommate was at her desk but SP ignored her until Sandy had been thrown on the bed.

“Get out, join in, or watch.” SP declared as she threw her jacket on the foot of the bed and pulled away her top. Her roommate fled with a shriek. SP stepped forward and pushed Sandy down by the belly. “Where are you going?”

“I was getting out like you told me,” Sandy pointed to the door.

“Not you, beautiful, you’re mine until I say so.” SP reached down and yanked the daisy dukes down to Sandy’s cowboy boots.

Sandy squealed as SP dropped down and put her face hard into Sandy’s cunt. She was licking and sucking with abandon. Sandy grabbed SP’s hair and held on tight.

“Whoa!” Sandy giggled. “You really are a good kisser.”

SP smirked with smugness as she looked up through the valley of Sandy’s tits. She grumbled and spit out the clit in her mouth.

“Get this off!” SP stood up and grabbed the knot in Sandy’s top and pulled until her pale tits and a fistful of tissues bolster each scattered across the comforter. “What the hell is this?”

“Oh, I found a doctor online that said he could make my boobies the right size! Twice as big even?”

“You think your tits are too small?” SP rubbed her own self consciously.

“Don’t you?” worried Sandy.

SP smiled demonically. She thrust her pants to the ground. “Can I give them a good check?”

“Please!” Sandy begged.

SP pounced. She grabbed Sandy and mounted her thigh. Her hands went to work on Sandy’s tits. These were amazing tits. Sure, Al’s were bigger, but on her giant body, they didn’t look it. Livvie and Geraldine had a couple cups on them, but Sandy’s C’s weren’t small. SB ground herself on her thigh. She was shaking and shivering.

“Well?” Sandy worried between sighs. “Are they big enough?”

“They fit my hand right,” SB nodded thoughtfully. That was a difficult task with the power she was hitting herself with as she ground her clit on Sandy’s leg. “My mouth?”

Sandy moaned and cooed as SB sucked and nibbled each breast. The bleach blonde squealed. It wasn’t as if SB’s grinding wasn’t setting off Sandy’s clit as well.

The pair shrieked and collapsed panting.

“Well?” Sandy feared.

“I’m hopeful, but I’m going to need lots of science to be certain.” SB kissed Sandy and started masturbating.

“I’m yours until you say so,” Sandy beamed. It wouldn’t matter how many times her phone rang.

“Hey, we heard you were looking for us,” Livvie found herself boxed in by two of the older cheerleaders as she showered after practice.

“What?” Livvie frowned. She pulled her long blue and green bangs from her eyes. “No I wasn’t.”

“Really?” They stepped in closer. “You weren’t looking for someone to wash your back?”

“Oh?” Livvie looked over across the showers. The little flyer shrugged at her and took off to the changing area. “No, that is OK. I’ve changed my mind. I get enough of that with my friends.”

“Look, you may be on the squad but you haven’t been a part of the squad. You skip the parties. You ditch the events. You can dance, sure, but are you with us?”

“I do not understand.” Livvie frowned.

“Goddammit!” The shorter one said. “You said this would be easy.”

“It had better be,” the taller one said.

“I had better go.” Livvie gathered her wash and loofah and tried to step around them.

“Not a smart move,” the taller one declared.

“Please, step aside.” Livvie shook in worry.

“You don’t want to leave.”

“Just go,” the shorter one said.

“Really? Now we have to pull the trigger,” the taller one said. “Or she could throw it back on us.”

“Well, she never really was on the squad, just wearing the uniform.”

Livvie did her best to keep walking.

“Motherfucker! Again!” Ron stalked back and forth by his car. He knew he had fucked up when he triggered the last switch. It didn’t matter where the girls stood. Each face was locked to one of them. They all turned clockwise. The plan had been to take five days and collect the data. He had half a dozen surveys from Al, Geraldine, and Livvie. SP kept disappearing with whoever she could bully. Lyn only delivered hers for a fuck and too often, he was too exposed to deal with her. Shit. He was stupid to be all in on Sandy as his assistant.

It had been more than a week. He might’ve tanked school careers with the way the chips had fallen. There was no more time. He loaded the battery into his burner phone. The number only the girls had. Nudes and more started dinging in from Lyn. She had been in his office and everybody’s dorm room today. His phone settled down. Lyn wasn’t much help. Geraldine didn’t follow through. They were all so off the path now. All but one. She was listed as Aly.

“Al,” he said when she answered.

“That’s me,” she agreed and didn’t say his name back.

“Can I trust you to get everyone into Geraldine’s car?”

“How quickly?” she worried.

“I need you all tonight.”

“Tonight I can do. Do we all have to go at once?”

“So long as you are all in the house at the same time eventually,” he said.

“On it.”

“Good.” He hung up and took the battery out of the phone.

“Your roommate is terrified to--Oh my God! Let her out of bed. It smells like you sprayed the room like your pussy was a skunk.” Al staggered back when she opened SP’s door. It was a little past nine. Tracking the two of them down had been the simplest, so Al had backburnered it. She had no clue that it would take 5 hours to get Geraldine to ferry a masturbating Lyn and a less peppy than expected Livvie out to Ron’s.

“Hey, SP?” Sandy worried. “It’s been two days, can we go?”