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Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - While taking revenge on a backstabbing friend, Lexi discovers a secret. It'll take secret cameras, stolen emails, and a seduction or two to find out what the girls of Chi Omicron sorority are up to.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa Consensual Fiction Mystery Rough Spanking Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Teacher/Student
Tuesday December 30
I’m writing this entry from a brand new laptop, from my parents’ house, during winter break. My old laptop was taken from me when I was assaulted.
I was on my way to my physics final when a guy grabbed me and pulled me behind the building. He and his friend beat the crap out of me, and only after did they bother to take my wallet and computer. One of them whispered in my ear, as I was face down on the cement, “Forget what you think you know.” They gave me two cracked ribs, three strained fingers, one hell of a shiner, a cracked tooth, and a concussion. I missed my physics final but still got an A in the class.
The thugs’ goal, I assume, was to get rid of any evidence I had, and intimidate me into silence. It didn’t work. I always back up everything to the cloud. And fuck them. The newspaper people were happy to have a nice juicy story all wrapped up in a bow, complete with video - although they still had to do interviews and fact-checking before they could print it. I made a deal with the editor, too: he has to give me a positive reference when I apply to the FBI, praising my investigative skills, without mentioning any law-breaking on my part.
The article got national attention, and school’s chapter of Chi Omicron has been suspended. There’s talk about the University losing its accreditation.
There’s also talk about the University revoking all credits earned from the guilty teachers’ classes for the last few semesters. If that happens, some students’ graduations will be delayed. Some will have to take on additional debt.
I suspect that when I get back to the dorm for the Spring semester, everyone will know that I was involved. They’ll blame me. It’s going to be difficult to make new friends.