Chapter 2

Markus was standing in the middle of a party, trying to conceal the biggest boner he could ever remember having.

It was straining against his pants, begging to be released, begging to find the woman who’d caused it, the woman whose name was now racing through his mind... Amber. What a perfect name. What a perfect, sexy, deeply erotic name. Everything about it turned him on. Amber. Amber.

***Amber***

All he wanted to do was find this Amber. Find her, strip her off, and fuck her, while calling her name over and over again.

Except ... he didn’t.

Markus’s eyes widened, as he realized that he was blatantly, obviously erect. Glancing over at the female faculty members showed that he wasn’t the only one who had noticed.

And looking around the room told him that he was certainly not the only one who was erect.

The faculty party had suddenly become a sexual powder keg, ready to explode. Professionalism was the only thing holding everyone back - the tiniest spark was all it would take to turn the party into an orgy. Professors tearing each other’s clothes off, the men forcing the blonde women to their cocks, insisting that they were sluts, ordering them to take it all ... Screaming and moaning “Amber!” as they did.

Careers would be ruined. The school would never recover. There was no going back from this.

And Markus definitely did not want to be involved. He was a proud homosexual - he didn’t want to find himself in the middle of an orgy. A straight orgy.

He had to calm the room down. If he could just calm everyone done, remind them who they were, what they did, then everything would be okay.

Everything would be okay.

“Is this on?”

Markus spun around, and saw one of the professors he didn’t know - a younger woman, more “right” than most, but still not exactly there - nervously speaking into the microphone, making an announcement.

“Oh good. Hello, everyone! I hope you’re having a good evening. I, um, tonight ... well, we have a little surprise for you!”

Markus’s mouth went dry.

“As you know, we ask for a different student group to help us out with this little event each month. Last month, the choir cooked up those delightful desserts, and this month...”

Markus silently prayed for a generous donation, or help with the decorating, or anything other than...

“ ... the volleyball team have offered to be our waiter and waitresses!”

... that.

The small-statured woman began the clapping, and everyone joined in as the door to the kitchen opened, to reveal one man ... and five young women.

All blonde, of course.

Even as his heart sank, Markus’s mouth watered.

Based on the sole male of the group’s clothing, the volleyball outfit typically didn’t reveal much. Tonight, however, all five of the women were showing as much skin as they possibly could.

And, of course, several slutty tattoos.

“Balls, please!” one player’s shoulder read. One girl - who had pigtails - had a tattoo of her own head, with the pigtails slowly turning into cocks.

And Markus recognized one of the tattoos that he’d done the previous day - fake garters on each leg, to give the impression of stockings ... and a dildo on her forearm.

One of the players was Chinese. The blonde hair was particularly striking in contrast to her Asian features. Ethnicity aside, she looked so right that Markus found himself taking a half-step towards her before he realized what she was doing.

Glancing around nervously, Markus saw that he wasn’t the only one who had involuntarily begun drifting towards the volunteer team of waitresses. Several of the professors were sweating profusely, and if something wasn’t done, the party was about to turn into the biggest teacher-on-student gangbang that this school - or ANY school - had ever seen.

Markus had to stop it, or get out of there. He couldn’t be a part of it. He couldn’t.

“So,” the woman continued, once the applause had died down. “If you need anything tonight, don’t hesitate to ask Charlie...”

Markus noticed that Charlie had an extremely smug, extremely satisfied look on his face. Left alone with all four of the bimbo sluts, it wasn’t hard to imagine what he’d been up to.

“ ... Geri...”

Geri was the one with the garter tattoos. Markus wondered if she’d remember him from the previous day.

Not that it mattered. Not that he wanted to ... do anything with her. He was gay, after all. He didn’t want to fuck that slut into the floor, spanking her and inserting a finger up her ass and watching as she made out with...

“ ... Gemma...”

Gemma was the largest of the five. Markus couldn’t see a tattoo anywhere - perhaps she hadn’t managed to get one? He imagined that all the local tattoo parlors would have been swamped.

“ ... Blair...”

Blair was a petite girl with the pigtails and the pigtail tattoo. She also had a gorgeous smile that seemed very right somehow, and - Markus noticed - a streak of cum drying on her right shoulder.

“ ... Hayley...”

Hayley’s shoulder didn’t have any cum on it, just a tattoo asking for balls.

“ ... and Amber!”

“Oh, shit.”

Markus realized too late that he’d exclaimed that out loud. Fortunately, no one was listening to him - they were all staring lustfully at the Chinese girl, who had thrown her shoulders back and was beaming with pride.

Not only did she have the right dimensions and the right stature and the right height ... she had the right name.

She still wasn’t completely right, but she was as close as Markus had seen, and without even realizing it, he’d started walking towards her.

“Shaved pussy,” he found himself muttering under his breath. “Legs spread ... in the second row...”

Markus was the first to move, but as he approached the Chinese girl, he realized that there were several men standing behind him. Waiting for him to say something. Waiting for him to break the ice.

No.

He couldn’t.

He wouldn’t.

He had to get out of there.

He turned, to find one of the professors staring at him. No, staring through him, staring at Amber.

Amber. That name.

Markus turned back around. His cock, he realized, wouldn’t let him leave. Not when he was so close to an Amber. Not the right Amber, true, but ... close.

He wanted her. Every man in this room wanted her.

And he was close enough to have her.

Markus spent a few stupid seconds trying to think of a clever line, before realizing that he didn’t need one. He’d seen how it worked - Amber was easy. Amber was a slut. Amber was keen to serve.

Without a word, Markus leaned forward and - for the first time since high school - kissed a woman. He hated the feeling of pleasure that filled his body, the excitement he got from Amber wrapping her arms around him and kissing him back. He hated how straight it made him feel as he scooped her up, and walked her into the kitchen, half a dozen men following him eagerly, the rest looking after them, wishing they were doing exactly what he was doing.

I’m gay, he tried to tell himself as he reached up and cupped Amber’s breast. It still wasn’t quite right, but it was close enough that he didn’t even care - he wanted it so badly. He wanted her so badly. He knew that these feelings weren’t natural, weren’t his, weren’t right ... but at the same time, they were right.

Well, almost.

Amber reached down and unzipped his pants as they kissed. The sound of the other men’s flies being undone soon followed, and Markus’s heart sang at the knowledge that he was about to get off inside Amber ... well, inside an Amber. He was going to share her with a room full of men.

It all felt so wrong, so right, so imperfectly perfect.

Markus shut his eyes as Amber’s mouth enveloped his cock. It would be so easy to imagine she was a guy - that’s what he’d done throughout all of his highschool dalliances. He’d closed his eyes, pretended that Greg from the football team was on his knees in front of him, instead of nerdy Nancy from his math class.

To her credit, Nancy had been in possession of an incredibly talented mouth.

Instead of picturing Amber as a guy, however, Markus built a slightly different girl in his mind. Half an inch taller, slightly fuller breasts, an ass with very very very slightly more roundness. Not Asian, of course ... but still called Amber.

Oh, Amber.

“Oh, Amber.”

The men in the room echoed Markus’s lustful utterance.

“Oh, Amber.”

It wasn’t long before Amber’s talented tongue was bringing Markus off. His hips bucked frantically, and his soul twisted and tore with confusion as he came inside the volleyball player’s mouth, filled her with his spunk, and loved it.

It was perfect.

Well, nearly.

“Fuck me,” Amber moaned, and Markus staggered back at the request.

“No,” he said hoarsely. “I ... I can’t.”

Amber almost looked hurt for a second, as hurt as Markus felt on the inside. Why was he doing it? Why was he turning down sex, especially after the near-perfect blowjob he’d received? He knew that she’d be great. She’d be as close to perfect as he’d ever get.

Looking at his wrist, Markus knew why.

He couldn’t. It wasn’t who he was.

Fortunately for both of them, there were plenty of men in the room who weren’t dealing with Markus’s struggles, and they pushed him out of the way.

“Yes...” Amber moaned, and Markus was horrified to find his cock already hardening again, just at the sound of her voice. Just the sound of the wrong girl’s voice was enough to get him hard.

No, not the wrong girl. All girls were wrong. He was gay!

“I’m gay,” Markus reminded himself, as he turned to flee the party.

All girls were wrong.

All girls were wrong.

Markus pushed past the shocked men (who were wondering how their faculty staff meeting had so quickly become an orgy) and the shocked women (who were watching the five young women offer their tattooed bodies up for men’s pleasure ... and wondering if they’d get away with doing the same).

As he did, he tried desperately to deny what was quickly becoming a simple, obvious truth.

All girls were wrong.

... except Amber.

Not Asian Amber, the Amber from Professor Moore’s story. He’d never seen her, not in person, but it was easy to picture exactly what she looked like. All he had to do was think with his dick, and he knew exactly what she looked like.