Page 27 of Devious Gambit

“True.”

“We need to get on the inside of these rape cultures. We need a spy.” She flicked me a look and I glanced at Lise who seemed to be in on the secret.

“Come on, Rhys,” Lise said. “It’s so obvious Jace has the hots for you, so why don’t you surrender to his charms and let him take you out.”

“I did last night,” I told them without thinking, after almost choking on his big cock.

They both sighed. “When were you going to tell us?”

“I’m not convinced his intentions are genuine,” I admitted.

“’C’mon, Rhys, why would he bother if he wasn’t genuinely interested?” Lise asked.

“I don’t know.” I wondered how Lise could be so perky and bright after the night we had. “Call it a hunch.”

“So, we were thinking,” Gretta started, “maybe you should date him, and on the quiet, dig some dirt on their little exclusive rapey club.”

It was doable, since he wanted to play teacher. “Like a spy or an undercover agent?”

“Yeah.”

“Fine. I’ll do it. But I’ll warn you now, I doubt this so-called dating thing will last.”

“Yuss!” Gretta and Lise said in unison, giving each other a high five.

I owed that girl who was attacked and I’ll do whatever it takes to find those responsible.

Adam Sweeney.

Liam Greene

Mystery man number Three.

Mystery man number Four.

One down, three to go.

ELEVEN

Jace

The sweet, cool liquid streamed down my throat and I tried to swallow it all without choking. We won. I couldn’t fucking believe it. It felt like the losing streak was going on forever. Everyone was getting down, feeling like a bunch of useless schmucks. Even without Sweeney, we still fucking won. Where was that fucking Sweeney anyway?

As soon as we got back to the Vault on Saturday night, Cody and Ridge bought some kegs and some illegals, cranked the music up, and let the party begin. Word spread quickly that we’d pummeled the Hoosiers on their territory and chicks showed up at the Vault to congratulate us. We weren’t out of the woods yet, we had to win the next three games, but hey, at least were not completely beat.

I was on bended knees with the keg tube down my throat as Josh poured the beer down. Yeah that’s how we celebrated by getting completely shitfaced. Chances were I’d wake up the next morning with a killer hang over and naked chick or two in my bed, who I don’t remember fucking.

After consuming a large quantity of beer in a short space of time, I lay on the floor to catch my breath, as Josh fed himself beer from the tube. The music was pumping, shuddering through the wooden floor and walls of this old Victorian house. Everywhere I looked there were people kissing or fucking or too inebriated to stand up straight.

Tanned naked legs stood astride of me, leading up to a naked pussy under her very short skirt. She bent down to face me and I recognized her as one of Stacey’s friends. Amy, a redhead who had the hots for me since our freshman year. I’d fingered and bonked her a few times over the last year, since she’s always up for a no-strings quickie. Like now. She’d do. I was up for it.

When I sat up, I spotted Cody in the corner pounding a chick into the wall who looked suspiciously like Stacey McMillan. Weirdly, it didn’t bother me that she and Cody were exchanging bodily fluids. He’ll toss her aside when he’s done with her and she’ll crawl back to me and I’ll take great pleasure in rejecting her. Like fuck, I’ll go near that germ after she’s fucked half the Hawks.

Amy took me by the hand, and led me up the stairs and down the hall, knowing where my bedroom was. I stalled when I noticed my door was ajar. I thought I locked it to deter horny students from borrowing my bed. I checked my back jean pocket for my bedroom key and it was still there. On closer inspection, the lock looked as if it had been tampered with. There was one person in this house that could crack a lock open with his eyes closed, and if it’s him, I’ll fucking kill him.

Amy was heating up, pawing at my jeans and trying to pull my sweater off, but I was more interested in who broke into my room.

Cautiously, I pushed the door open to find a couple on my bed in the throes of fucking. I strode in and seized my baseball bat leaning up against the wall.

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