Page 172 of Seeds of Malice

"Seriously? Why does Bobby get to make the decisions?" I complain. But once again, I'm full of shit. It's exactly the way we rehearsed this.

"I think I'm okay," Ivy says.

"Uh, uh, uh," Bobby says, wiggling his finger. "I'm in charge."

"Bobby," I warn, knowing Ivy's probably close to her limit. I really don't think she needs any more.

He sets the tray on the table and crosses his arms. "You're forgetting who's in charge."

"Bobby," I warn again, giving him a look.

One thing Bobby and I utilize is alcohol to loosen up the coeds. But we can agree we don't want them so drunk they can't consent to what they're doing.

He concedes. "Fine, you can drink half of it, Ivy. But, Dax, you take the rest. Don't abuse our alcohol."

I clench my jaw.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea.

Of course this wasn't a good idea.

What was I thinking?

Stop being a pussy. This is exactly what was always supposed to happen.

I encourage Ivy. "Come on, baby, a few sips and then you're done for the night."

She steps in front of Bobby. Something hard forms in her expression. She leans down, picks up a drink, and downs it, then tries to hide her grimace.

His face erupts in approval. He claps. "Bravo."

She sets the glass down and struts over to the stereo. She turns up the volume. "If we're going to be in here, we might as well have some fun."

I grin. "That's my baby girl."

Lilly steps next to Ivy and grabs her hand. She starts to wiggle her hips, and the two dance.

Bobby and I sit on the couch so we're practically touching.

"Ivy," I call out, curling my finger.

Bobby does the same and directs Lilly, "Get your hot ass over here."

Lilly and Ivy giggle, strutting across the room, and it's clear Ivy is now officially drunk.

I pat my lap, and Ivy straddles me.

Lilly does the same with Bobby.

I swirl my finger over Ivy's tit. "I think this one's sad and needs attention."

She giggles. "Why?"

"Well, Lilly only paid attention to the other one, didn't she?"

A flush builds on Ivy's cheeks, and her face falls. She quickly glances at Lilly and Bobby, who stare at her. She turns back toward me.

"Suck her tit, Dax," Bobby states.

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