Page 88 of Dirty Shots

“Oh, right.” His shoulders relaxed slightly, his body angling toward hers. This probably made more sense to him in his over-inflated head than the idea that a girl actually just didn’t like him.

“But you know,” she continued, “since I’ve been modeling, I just can’t get enough sex. I’m insatiable. I like it every way I can get it, blow jobs, anal ... I’ve even had a threesome, which was the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

He swallowed hard. “It was?”

She glanced down at the front of his pants, to where the outline of an erection was starting to show.

“Every fucking way, Gavin. I’m so hot right now, just standing here talking to you.” She reached out to hook her finger over the collar of his shirt and pulled him a fraction closer. “My pussy is wet just thinking about your cock in it.” She let him go, licked her lips, and then walked away. Then she turned and glanced back at where he stood with his mouth hanging open. “Are you coming?”

He nodded and hurried after her. She took him down a walkway between two of the faculty buildings and pushed him up against the wall. “So, what do you want first, huh? I bet you’d like my mouth around your cock. All wet and hot, and my tongue all over you.”

Without speaking, he nodded, frantic.

Anya hid a smile and dropped to her knees. She worked his belt and then popped the button on his pants. “Close your eyes, rest your head back against the wall. This will feel so good, I promise.”

Trying not to gag at having Gavin Hollis’s dick so close to her face, she yanked down his pants, freeing him. His cock sprang out, and, working as quickly as she could, she pulled her cell phone from her purse and snapped a picture.

Gavin seemed to realize things weren’t quite going to plan, his eyes opening, looking down.

Anya jumped to her feet and slipped the phone back into her purse. “Gavin, I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last man alive.”

And she turned and walked away, resisting the urge to break into a run.

He shouted after her. “Anya, you bitch! Fucking prick tease!”

She grinned and kept walking. She headed up to the dorm she used to share with Nadine, and knocked on the door. Technically, this was still her room, but she didn’t want to impose.

“It’s open!” Nadine’s voice called back.

Anya pushed open the door to find Nadine lying on her bed. Her old roommate’s eyes widened at the sight of her, and then she jumped up and pulled Anya into a hug.

“Anya! You didn’t need to knock!”

She untangled herself from Nadine’s embrace and shrugged. “I know, but I didn’t want to interrupt anything.” She gave her friend a wink.

Nadine laughed. “Things have been pretty dull on that front. You’re the one getting all the action at the moment. How is the famous photographer?”

“He’s great. Actually, I wanted to give you something.”

“You did?”

Anya nodded. She reached into her purse and pulled out a slip of card, and handed it to Nadine. “It’s a ticket for Saturday night’s exhibition. I’d love it if you could make it. I need all the support I can get.”

Nadine gave a squeal of excitement. “Of course I’ll come! I can’t wait. Hey, are there going to be any hot single guys there?”

Immediately, Anya’s mind jumped to Logan. “Funny you should say that. I don’t know that he’s definitely not seeing anyone, but I promise there is going to be an extremely hot guy you can ogle over.”

“Even better. I can’t wait. Plus, I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too, but just because I’m not living here anymore doesn’t mean we can’t still hang out.”

She lifted her eyebrows and widened her eyes. “Even though you’re hanging out with your hot photographer?”

“I’ll always have time for you. No matter what.”

Anya hugged Nadine, squeezing her tight.

“Actually,” Anya said, letting her go, “there’s another reason I’m here. Do you have access to the school newspaper office at this time of night?”

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