Page 14 of Irresistible Little Ivy

And Derek wanted them to do a guest speaker gig at Rawhide.

Seeing both of them preening beneath the attention certainly helped our cause.

The couple behind us grumped about not being allowed to have their cellphones so they could take a selfie with the women.

When Petal spoke in a hushed hiss, her white and pink robotic cat ears shifted gently with her words. “Caleb, come on. Please make room. Everyone is looking at us. We’re late because Georgiana decided to change midway through her makeup.”

Georgiana sported a pair of calico cat ears, and a wig that gave her red, black, orange and white hair. She gave me a pleading look that was oddly cute with her cat makeup. Sort of like the big-eyed kittens in those old velvet paintings you see in movies.

Ivy had gone stiff next to me, and I noticed Captain Preppie giving the women an appreciative look and inspiration struck.

I pointed to the empty space on the riser in front of Captain Preppie. “Ladies, you can sit there. We have no room.”

“Yeah.” Captain Preppie beamed at the women, his attention on them like a hungry dog spotting a giant Christmas ham. “There’s plenty of room over here.” He held out his hands to both women at the same time, flexing and giving them a blinding white smile filled with perfect teeth. “Here, let me help you.”

The women both smiled at him and batted their lashes, each holding his hand in turn as he laid on the charm.

On the stage, Grant Chambers explained the conduct expected in classes and went over the heat levels of each class. They ranged from “pure as the undriven snow” to “you filthy perv” where anything goes. The crowd laughed at this, and the dean thanked them again for their contributions, and went over the stories of some of the students their donations would be helping. I glanced over at Captain Preppie, wondering what he did that afforded him a ticket to Spirit Week.

And I had to swallow back a laugh that left me coughing a little.

Captain Preppie was leaning forward so much he was in danger of falling into Petal’s abundant cleavage exposed by her mostly unbuttoned white shirt. The girls were lapping up his attention, and I had a feeling Captain Preppie was going to get lucky tonight. Georgiana placed her hand on Captain Preppie’s knee and said something that had the other man blushing.

Next to me, Ivy sighed.

I looked over, expecting to see her upset or mad, but she appeared more bemused than anything else.

She caught me looking at her, then leaned over and said in a whisper, “They are going to eat his poor, dumb ass alive.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” I whispered back. “Not that I object. As your older brother’s disreputable best friend, it’s my job to make sure no one messes with you. I have to chase the riff raff away, you know.”

She gaped at me for a moment, then mouthed the wordsolder brother’s best friend, and giggled. “Isthatwho you are? Someone my older brother asked to keep an eye on me?”

“Yep,” I said with utter confidence as I waited for her to protest, but she merely grinned. “Told him I’d keep an eye on you and keep you out of trouble. Little does he know that all I really want to do is corrupt you in every way possible.”

She lifted her chin and gave me a defiant look that had a shiver of anticipation rolling through me and settling in my cock.

“Fine, then I’m your best friend’s bratty younger sister.” Her pretty lips twisted into a smile that was nothing but trouble. “Which means it’s my job in life to make you miserable. That’s what bratty little sisters do.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her devious little grin. “Be careful. I’m not going to put up with your shit like your brother does. You can’t charm me out of punishing you. That means no sneaking off to parties or skipping class.”

Her eyes positively twinkled at what was pretty much a dare. There was an event tonight called “Underage Bar Hop” where all the women got “fake” ids and went to a pretend bar. Then later tonight there was a “Friend’s Parents are out of Town” party in one of the conference rooms the staff at Rawhide had modified into a giant basement. There were couches, bean bags, pool tables, air hockey tables, old-school arcade games and a huge snack and drink bar.

“And,” I said in my best menacing voice, made all the more real by the jealousy clenching my gut, “if you go to the Submissive Sleepover tomorrow there better not be any funny business with boys. Understood?”

Her little chin lifted as she said, “You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my dad.”

“No, I’m not.” I leaned forward so my lips brushed her ear as I whispered, “I’m worse.”

She gave me an exquisite pout as she said in a low voice, “That’s not fair. Everyone will be having fun except for me. It’s not like there’s going to be any boys there. The boy subbies are having their own sleepover on the other side of campus. It’ll be just us subbie girls playing together. You know, practicing how to kiss and stuff like that.”

I studied her, then asked, “Practicing how to kiss on each other?”

“Yep.” She slowly licked her lower lip as she gave me big eyes.

The urge to shove my hand between her legs and see how wet she was tormented me as her green eyes darkened with desire. It didn’t matter that we were literally in a gymnasium full of people, I wanted to feel how turned on she was. Electricity danced along my skin as I laid my hand lightly on her fishnet clad thigh.

“Would you like that?” I asked softly as I trailed my fingertips back and forth on her supple leg, noting the way her breathing hitched as I rose slightly into my Dom space. “Might be nice to have your first kiss be with another soft, sweet, hot girl. Someone to break you in gently… because, Ivy?”

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