Page 139 of Seeds of Malice

He jerks his head back. "Are you fucking kidding me right now? Where the fuck are you, Dax?"

I rack my brain, then scrub my face. "Bobby, I'm tired. Let's not play games. What the fuck are you talking about?"

He shakes his head and answers, "God, what is happening to you? It's the night before school starts."

"So?" I question.

"So? So we need to go to freshmen hall, look at the new coeds, and figure out our new project."

"I don't need a project. I have Ivy," I tell him.

He shrugs. "So what? When don't you have multiple projects going on at the same time?"

I can't deny it. I normally break several girls at once. Sometimes, I break them together, letting them pleasure me in threesomes or even with Bobby. I'm a master at confusing them about their sexual orientation and where they draw the line regarding sex.

When those situations happen, it's beautiful. Both girls will try to please me, each competing and trying to top the other in satisfying me.

The entire time, I'll encourage them to do things they usually don't want to do to each other. Yet they'll do it to appease me.

And I'll record it all to hang over their heads when the time is right.

But that all seems boring right now.

Bobby announces, "There's a coed named Lilly I saw the other night who's staying in McPherson Hall."

"Yeah?" I ask, not interested but wanting to keep the conversation moving so Bobby gets off the topic of Ivy.

His eyes light up. "Yeah. All I keep thinking is she'd look fabulous with her tits in Ivy's mouth. I could fuck Ivy from behind. You could fuck Lilly from behind. It'd be a great video."

My stomach churns. Normally, this would be right up my alley, but there's no way anyone's touching Ivy—including Bobby.

Still, I choose my words carefully to avoid getting into it with him. "What's so special about this girl?"

His grin widens. "She's got long red hair, and guess who her daddy is."

I shrug. Bobby's got a thing for redheads. I couldn't care less. "I don't know, who?"

"Guess," he repeats, taking another hit of the joint, then holding it out toward me.

I take a swig of my beer and another hit, then shake my head, holding in the smoke, stating, "Don't know, Bobby. Who's her father?"

His expression turns wicked. "Senator McBean."

My eyes widen. "No shit. I thought that girl was going to Harvard."

Bobby shakes his head. "Nope! Apparently, daddy had an issue with an agenda on their board. Conflicted with his policies. She told me about it when she got drunk the other night."

"Damn," I say, still not overly interested.

He adds, "Anyway, she's into a lot of things daddy wouldn't be so proud of based on his platform and voters."

"So?"

He narrows his eyes. "Earth to Dax."

"Don't be dramatic, you pussy."

He shakes his head. "Wake up. Think about it. A girl like that who's willing to do anything on video is priceless. Imagine what we can do to hold over her dad's head. Fuck, we can influence decisions in the Senate."

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