Page 19 of Devious Gambit

Since I was having a quiet night, I thought I’d look up Rhys and pester her for some alcohol-free fun. At least until she cracked.

I found her in the library, fucking shocking. It was the first place I tried, if she wasn’t there I’d try Stads burger joint, if not there then at home in her little apartment above the garage. The path Rhys Gallagher treads was as boring as fuck, which didn’t reflect her personality.

Honestly, I was gagging for some pussy. Big time. It was easy enough for a guy like me to get, but the one pussy I wanted happened to have barbwire strapped across it. I had to maneuver my way carefully.

“Fancy losing your virginity tonight, Rhys?” Yeah I know, hardly subtle, more like an elephant in a gin joint. But hey, I was up for it. She was in the same place that I found her last time, a dingy corner with a narrowed view of the entrance foyer two flights down. I’d prefer a spot by the high windows to watch student activities outside than sit there. Scratch that. I’d prefer to be outside than in there.

“Oh, it’s Mr. Ed,” she cried out, faking her disappointment. I could see the cracks in her. I could see I was wearing her down. It won’t be long before she’s on bended knees, begging to take my cock into her mouth. Fuck, it was hard not to notice the blushing cheeks, the little smirk, her eyes traveling to the bulge in the front of my sweats. I was getting off on it.

“What do you reckon? I’ll go back to your place and slide my cock inside your pussy. It’ll be fun.” As charming as ever, that’s me.

“No.”

“Okay, your mouth, then.”

“No.”

“Anal? Jeez Rhys, you’re an anal girl. Should’ve known.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Anal it is,” I said, taking her hand to drag her away from the shelves.

“No!”

“Just a little fuck, that’s all.”

“Are you deaf?”

“Let me finger you then.” I discretely scanned the table; books, pens, notepaper, an open bag of Skittles, and stalled when I noticed an envelope resting on one of her books. A handwritten Detroit address was on the front with an inked stamp that read Minnesota Correctional Facility – Stillwater. I needed to get my hands on that envelope and I had to do it without her noticing.

“No,” was her answer to everything. Fucking frustrating.

“Okay. Fine.” The girl was far too wary of me, always watching my every move, and rarely made eye contact. She reminded me of a captive animal that’s been beaten up too much, quickly developing a distinct lack of trust of humans. Hell, she had every right to not trust me, because I’m only going to screw her over like everyone else. Discarding her when my task is done won’t be enjoyable, but necessary.

She watched me curiously, as I placed two chairs side by side at the table. The envelope was only a few inches away from my hand. So close, so damn close. I could grab it and run, but that will only make her distrust me even more. The chance that the answer Cody was seeking was inside that envelope was slim, but I had to look anyway.

I sat down on one chair and patted the chair next to me for her to sit.

“What are you going to do?” she asked.

“A lesson. Pretend I’m a hot dirty teacher and you’re my sweet freshman student.”

“That’s weird.”

“True. I can hardly call you ‘sweet’. Bad tempered and frigid is more suitable.”

She remained standing by the shelves gazing into my direction.

“I won’t hurt you, I swear.”

She still wasn’t moving.

“I’ve got a big problem,” I told her.

“What sort of problem?” she asked softly in a caring sort of way. Nice girl, I’m about to ruin you.

I pointed to my crotch. “This sort of problem.”

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