“What, do you know them?” Her hands fold in her lap as she turns to face me, studying my features in the darkness.
“You could say that. Jordan’s harmless but stay away from Felicity, she’ll stab you without thinking twice about it if you have something she wants.”
Ava scoffs as if the idea that Felicity could want anything of hers is ridiculous. It’s obvious that Ava is the type of woman that doesn’t realize how gorgeous she is.
“I don’t think I have anything Felicity wants.” She lets out a soft laugh and shrugs her shoulders, the movement settling her deeper into my chest. “And to be honest, after tonight, I doubt these girls will ever speak to us again. It’s safe to say that we won’t be invited back to an Alpha Nu party.”
The way she says that, like their blacklisting is a foregone conclusion, has me wondering what happened to set the harpies on edge. Generally speaking, if the girls were hot and came from money, Alpha Nu wanted them in their ranks. Though I didn’t know Ava, I had eyes, and a working dick, and could feel how expensive the material of her dress was from where my hand curled around her waist. She was prime pledge material for them, though I wasn’t mad that she showed little interest in joining this nest of vipers; there were other sororities on campus that weren’t filled with materialistic snobs.
“Alpha Nu sucks. You wouldn’t fit in here anyway.”
She stiffens in my lap. “What exactly is that supposed to mean?” Her prissy tone makes me smile.
“Relax, vixen. You seem like a normal person, not a girl willing to sell yourself to the highest bidder.” Turning her head, she looks at me, confusion drawing her thick eyebrows together.
“What does that mean, ‘Selling yourself to the highest bidder?’”
I let out a breath, thinking about the annual Alpha Nu auction and the shit show that goes down. Every. Single. Time.
“Alpha Nu hosts a date auction every spring to raise money for their charity, whatever the fuck that is.” More than likely, they use it as a way to fund these rush parties since they never take a dime from our guys. “The seniors force all of the pledges to plan dates, dress them up, and put them on stage for purchase.”
“Okay, so it’s like a bachelorette auction. What’s the big deal?”
I can’t help but laugh. Sweet, naïve vixen.
“That’s cute, but not exactly. The sisters organize an inside competition: whichever pledges sell for the highest amounts are automatically initiated, no more bullshit for them. For the girls that either don’t sell or don’t sell over a grand, they’re forced to perform for Kappa Gamma pledges.” I don’t need to tell her that the performance usually involves fucking, and whichever pledges can’t get the Kappa Gamma pledges off within ten minutes are thrown out of the pledge class. The Kappa Gamma guys that can’t shoot their load are also kicked out of their class.
I may be morally fucked up, but that’s too far, even for me. Needless to say, there’s an incentive for pledges to offer more than just a date at the auction.
“So, when I say that you wouldn’t fit in here, take it as a compliment. You don’t want to be part of this house.”
She nods her head, clearing her throat before acknowledging what I just told her. “Yes, well, that seems slightly archaic, with a hint of prostitution.”
I let out a bark of laughter. She’s not wrong.
“How does the administration not put a stop to it?”
I shrug my shoulders, as though I don’t know the answer to that question when I do. The faculty are just as guilty of participating as the student population is.
She shifts in my lap again, and I grab her hips to still her. I wouldn’t mind grinding my dick into her hip, but something tells me it’s too soon for that just yet. Talking about the pseudo-prostitution ring should probably make my dick flaccid, but my vixen’s warmth combats it. The more she moves, though, the more I want to say fuck it.
Patience has never been my strongest quality, but my vixen is worth more than a quick fuck outside where anyone could see us. The thought of anyone watching her writhe on my dick, soaking me with her sweet cum, makes my blood fucking boil. Exhibitionism never bothered me before, but her pussy, her mouth, her body is fucking mine.
Fuck if I know why this girl is causing such a possessive reaction after thirty minutes in her presence.
“Well,” she begins, “thanks for letting me know about the Alpha Nu girls—I mean, women.” Her scoff tells me that she thinks they’re anything but women. “I should get going now. We’ve been out here a while, and I’m sure CeCe is looking for me.” I tighten my hold on her at the same time she moves to get off my lap. My pull and her forward momentum cause her to lose her balance, and she pitches forward, falling face-first toward the ground.
“Oh shit, are you okay?” Ava’s face is turned toward the trees while her body is sprawled out, limbs and legs in every direction. Her shoulders shake and the thought of her crying and hurt finally makes my dick deflate really fucking quick. “Ava, answer me. Are you hurt?”
Her laugh breaks the tension in my shoulders, and I let out a sigh of relief. I’ve had plenty of girls drop to their knees for me, but I’ve never had one bust her ass trying to get away from me.
“Twice in one freaking day; thank God CeCe wasn’t here to see this. She’d never let me live it down.”
Planting her hands on the ground, she pushes her body up and moves to her knees. Her wide smile at her own expense isn’t something I’ve experienced before; in the past, any time a girl did something that made her look less than perfect, they’d cry and try to distract me with their body. Ava doesn’t seem to be bothered by her fall, if anything, she seems more relaxed.
“Vixen, as much as I love the sight of you on your knees, are you okay? That was a hard fall.” There’s no denying that she will be wearing bruises for the next week.
“Trust me, I’m fine. This kind of thing happens all the time, just ask CeCe. During my high school graduation, I took down my entire row like a sleeve of dominoes because I tripped on my gown.” The light from the house highlights her facial features, and I can see a frown pulling down her pretty plump lips. She shrugs delicately. “Collateral damage, I guess.”