Page 1 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
Issac
The words “cult” and “secret society” were often associated with each other. What one person called a cult, another called a secret society. But they were very different. Cults had things like suicide, false prophets, and blood sacrifices attached to them.
While the sacrifice part could be in both, the others were not. The prophet thing always made me shake my head. Anybody who blindly followed someone who was a self-proclaimed prophet was insane. That kind of shit wasn’t in a secret society.
That was the defining difference between the two. Cults revolved around religion. For secret societies, it was all about power.
Both organizations were all around us. The Illuminati, The Stone Cutters, Waco, and Jonestown were just a few that had gained notoriety. Tales of their infamy spawned gossip for decades.
The organizations people should really be afraid of, were the ones no one knew were there. The puppet masters pulling strings behind the scenes, manipulating markets, economic growth, and a myriad of other things. They were the people who could make a company’s stocks rise, or destroy someone’s reputation, just because they were bored.
The world leaders didn’t control shit.
We did.
That kind of power could make one feel invincible, and in a way, we were. There had been a couple who tried to take us down over the years. Failed assassinations, blackmail, and a few hostile takeover attempts, but none came close to succeeding. Most didn’t even know who the people in charge were.
Anonymity was the real power. One couldn’t snuff out a fire if one couldn’t see what was fueling it. The Society was nothing more than a vague idea in the back of someone’s mind who thought they heard something. We didn’t exist. Not in the way conspiracy theorists whispered.
The greatest trick the devil played on mankind was convincing them that he didn’t exist. Every time I heard that saying, all I could think was, is the devil as fucking bored as I am?
Sighing, I leaned to the right and rested my shoulder on the wall next to the cracked open door. Why was I hiding in a closet in the dean’s office, ready to record him sucking someone off?Why the fuck not? What else was I going to do with my Tuesday night?
“You know the deal, Richard, I don’t bottom.”
The dean’s first name was Richard? He was Richard Richards. His parents must’ve fucking hated him.
“Yes, Sir.” The distinguished leader of our college dropped to his knees and gazed up at Ravi like he was a divine being sent to give him his greatest desire.
While his desire might be about to be fulfilled, the last thing either of the Pierce brothers was, was divine.
A snicker came from the other side of the walk-in closet. “Did the dean just call him Sir?”
Sighing at Levi’s comment, I pulled up the camera on my phone and questioned every single decision that brought me to this point.
Boredom could drive a man to do a lot of things. Like hide in a closet with two of his idiot friends, while waiting for the other friend to get serviced by the dean.
My father once said that the devil was the puppet master for the souls of the damned, and we were the puppet masters for the souls on earth. I thought that was a horrible expression. The devil didn’t waste his time doing shit like this.
“Is Ravi doing it, or what?”
The devil also didn’t have to put up with Levi Jacobs.
I rolled my eyes to an impatiently tapping foot. “What the fuck do you think?”
If Ravi wasn’t doing it, I sure as fuck wouldn’t still be in this closet. This shit was not my idea of fun. Judging by the glare Slater was giving Levi, I’d say it wasn’t his idea of fun either. Mind you, it was his brother out there about to get his dick sucked. Pretty sure that wasn’t high on Slater’s ‘I want to see’ list.
I was here for one reason. To bask in the humiliation of recording the dean on his knees begging for dick like a cock hungry slut. That almost made it worth my time.
“Let me see…” Levi crowded in to twist his head and peek out the crack in the door. “Damn… he’s really going for it, isn’t he? Look at that motherfucker slurp that shit back like a fucking pro.”
Levi’s family may be nobility, but that didn’t mean he had class. Unless his father was around, that is. The second the Duke of Gloucester stepped into the room, Levi suddenly became the classiest motherfucker on the planet.
“Get the fuck away from me,” I quietly hissed while shouldering him back.
The closet we were hiding in wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small either. There was no need for Levi to get in my face. Not to mention, it took a month to set this shit up. I was not going to let him give away our position because he wanted a better view.
“I was only making sure things were going according to plan.”
