Page 12 of Bad Girl's Club

I felt another finger enter my ass, as with his other hand, he was using two fingers. He would switch them out to get the other lubricated. Then I felt his soft and long tongue jump inside me. He was sucking their cum out of me as if they were rattlesnakes and I was bitten. The only remedy was to suck out the venom.

With all the sensations, I was about to fold in two.

The tongue left, replaced by his hand. Then, he removed his hand out of my ass and I felt his tongue enter. I exploded instantly.

“Don’t. Fucking. Stop!” I screamed. This was everything I ever dreamed about and so much more. Whatever happened tonight would not be ending on any terms but mine.

“There’s this girl, Star, she’s amazing. I think you two would love her,” I said. I didn’t know how she felt about me mentioning it, but I wanted to include her in my sexual rendezvous. Knowing Dimitri was her father, I wasn’t sure how the other two fit into her life, but what could it hurt?

Kale

Here’s to a new life, a new career, and a new beginning, I repeated to myself. I was being pressured to switch schools from LSU to Groveton for something that wasn't my fault. How in the hell can they do this to me? The girl even acknowledged that she had fabricated the silly sexual assault allegations. My record was wiped clean, and I still get treated like a pariah. The girl lied and condemned the entire Engineering team, and nothing happened to her. Luckily, there was no DNA. Her story changed on fifty different occasions and none of her witnesses’ stories lined up with hers. I mean, not like it was true or anything. I didn’t even know the girl outside of school. I think she approached me once or twice, but we had nothing in common and I chose to keep it that way. Rightfully so.

When I found out my dad struck a deal with Dean Groveton to get me into Groveton, I was thrilled. It was a new start, but I also had to start over and share a dorm with a girl. Not that I minded sharing with a girl. I just didn’t want the drama of being alone with a girl that might destroy me.

Apparently, the dean of Groveton had weight with the coach at LSU. I wouldn’t play football, but it would completely block me from all sports if I chose to go that route. After sitting in jail cells, reimagining what I wanted to do, and thinking about which courses I was going to take, I decided ultimately, I’d love to do graphic design, web design, or something to do with art. I loved to paint. Truthfully, the painting was one thing I could do that meditated me through all my senses. So, I didn’t mind leaving football behind. I completed the applications with the new college, put in my background check, my records were sealed, and they expunged everything from my records. Thank goodness. I didn’t need that whore ass ghost haunting me everywhere I went.

I wasn’t a good guy, but I wasn’t the guy that everyone sought to go partying with, either. I did some questionable things in high school. I just left that part of myself in the past. I had ADHD and had a few things not right mentally. The usual anxiety and depression issues. My dad was an alcoholic, and my mom was bipolar and chose other things over being a mom. I vowed to never get married to someone like her. And today, I plan to not get into a relationship with anyone unless she’s a virgin and agrees to sign an NDA regarding our encounters- while also going on video to state that she is consenting and 100% a willing participant. Now, if any human was smart enough to do this, I’d plow them into next week’s crop season. If not, they could rot.

This was the week I would move into the dorms. I had a list of things to do once I arrived on campus. I wasn’t sure what the grand plan was. I just wanted to graduate, find a suitable career, and live my life peacefully. If it wasn’t beneficial to my peace, I didn’t need it in my life. My new mantra.

It’s not that it did not motivate me, I just didn’t want to live with the drama and bullying. I definitely didn’t want another relationship.

When I arrived at the campus, I went straight to the registrar’s office and completed the documents needed to gain access to my dorm. There were two options. I chose to keep the arrangements that were already made. I’d be rooming with a girl named Astara. Apparently, her family was extensive with Groveton, and they were a prominent member of the society at this college. That had to mean something, right?

I grabbed a map of the school and walked around, trying to get a handle on the new surroundings. I found the important things. I found the dining hall and the hours they served. I found the library where I would hide, and study and I found the local market. That’s all I needed for now. In a few weeks, I’d need to know where the classes were, but I wanted to get acquainted with the basic things, before attacking that dragon.

The dorm was the easiest to find. Knocking first, I walked in and saw it was empty. So I took the unclaimed area. The moving company would deliver my stuff sometime tomorrow. So, I had to deal with what I could pack in my luggage and car. I brought my luggage and necessities to the dorm and decided to decorate my half of the room. It appears Ms. Astara hasn’t been here long. Her stuff was still unpacked.

I put up blackout curtains over the window in my room and put up a privacy divider I made while I was in high school. It didn’t cover up the room, but it allowed us both to have our privacy. I had a few sleeping bags and a suitcase full of clothes. I moved those to the dresser and closet–each organized by color and style. I had my casual clothes, dressy clothes, and professional clothes. Each is organized and arranged by the likelihood of wearing them. For my classes, I’d wear jeans and a button-up shirt. In Texas, the humidity was always hot enough to make Hell seem cooler. Aside from maybe three months out of the year, it was always hot. I rarely wore short sleeve shirts because I didn’t like how my arms looked. I worked out, and they were defined, but I hated the attention I received. I had the start of a sleeve on my left arm. A grim reaper and warrior split in half, fading to a yin/yang symbol, then the planets, and on my wrist, ‘just breathe’. My right arm was demons and hellish figures, Thor’s hammer, and a few other random symbols. I wanted more ink eventually.

After unpacking for what felt like three hours, I heard someone entering the room. I didn’t move, I just kept unpacking. “Uh, hi?” the small girl says.

“Hello, my name is Kale. I’m your roommate for the year. I hope you like what I’ve done with the place. But don’t worry. I didn’t mess with any of your things,” I said, holding my hand out to her. She was a fragile little thing.

“I’m Star. Nice to meet you. It looks good. Are you okay with that side of the room?” She looked around the room, taking in everything.

“I like it. It’s pretty nice. I had the maintenance man install the cable and set up our TV. I hope that’s okay?” I asked her, gesturing to the 64 theater-size TV I put in the middle of our room. I saw her smaller screen, but I figured she could use it as a dual screen for her laptop. “I’m having a sofa coming up tomorrow to make it a little comfier. But, if you’d like to watch a movie or whatever, I have tons of sleeping bags. Can we make it a movie night and get to know each other? “I added. I wasn’t trying to be as freakish as I was making myself seem. I just wanted to be friendly.

“Okay. I have to have dinner with my parents tonight. I made plans with a girl I met today, but maybe we can raincheck and have our movie night extravaganza tomorrow night, complete with pizza and ice cream?” She met my enthusiasm. I was down for it.

“Sounds perfect, Star.” She smiled. She may be small and timid, but she was beautiful. Innocent. Dangerous. Maybe too innocent and dangerous for me.

“Or you can invite your friend over tonight? I’ll order the pizza and we can see what’s on the streaming apps and maybe rent a movie?” I offered. I didn’t want to be alone tonight.

“Okay, let me send her a text and make sure my parents are still up for tonight. We’ll definitely have some fun, Kale.” She smiled again. Something about her tickled my heart, yes tickled.

She went straight to unpacking her things. She also sorted her clothes by color. She had a lot of dresses. I turned away when she was doing her lingerie and placing them into the drawers. She had an old-fashioned lava lamp. It really impressed me.

Star was smaller than me in every way possible. I was about six foot two, whereas she was probably about four foot eleven. I watched her glide around the dorm and put everything in its place. She never once stopped to see what I was doing. I think I made her nervous. Then, it hit me. The part of me I didn’t want to wake up. The darker side of me I hid for so long. I wanted this little girl. I wanted to tie her down to the bed. I wanted to gag her and blindfold her as I poured candle wax all over her body. I wanted her to beg me daily to punish her and please her. I needed this little girl. I wanted this little girl. She was an adult now, I’m sure. Otherwise, why would she be in college? I had to push the thoughts out of my head. I wanted this to work out.

We only had a few months forced into the same room. We seemed to get along so far, or at least could pretend to do so. We could make it through this. Surely.

Star

My roommate seemed to be nice. I was shocked by how he was so straightforward and easy to get along with. That’s not normal, is it? I really enjoyed everything he did with the dorm. The blackout curtains and divider were a nice addition to the room. Kale seemed to be nice and as shy as I was about the new arrangement.

When he invited me to stay and watch a movie with him, I was a little taken off guard. Why would I do that? I barely knew him.

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