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I held on to her as I continued to thrust deep inside her until she was ready to cum again. She shuddered around me and I let out a loud yell as I began to feel my own orgasm creeping its way from my groin and through my body. Finally, she crashed over the edge and screamed loudly, and I froze briefly before pumping my seed deep within her.

Sated, we finally began to breathe normally, and laughed at the relief we felt now that it was all over. We had forgotten that there was anyone watching us, but now we were acutely aware that we had just performed in front of a whole group of people we couldn’t see. I quickly got up and helped Amber to her feet. Shielding her from the two-way mirror, I helped her to get cleaned up with the hand towels that someone had conveniently stacked on side table. Then we proceeded to get dressed.

“Christos, there’s something on the floor in the doorway.”

I turned to look at the door. Something had been slid under it. I went over to the door and picked it up. It was a gold envelope with my name on it. I ripped it open. Inside was a black card welcoming me to the inner circle.

Amber and I looked at one another and smiled in satisfaction. I was in.

Chapter 30 - Amber

Isatinmydorm room trying to study. It had been a month or so since Mason and I had performed for the inner circle and Mason had made good use of that month. He’d been able to find out so much information on those who were part of the conspiracy with Professor Owens. However, the professor did seem to be the one calling the shots. Many of the other co-conspirators were just scared students who were being blackmailed by the professor to do things for him.

Andrew had been able to dig into the background of everyone in the inner circle and had come up with names and corresponding numbers to transactions in the secret accounts being held by the professor. The man was carrying out blackmail on a vast scale and it was a testament to his sheer brilliance – or dastardliness – that he was able to maintain the level of blackmail he was carrying out. I was surprised that no one had tipped off the authorities or called him out on his threats. But he had everyone wrapped around his finger and he was as confident as ever.

He loved Mason, or Christos, being in the inner circle, and seemed to be grooming him to take over something. What that was, we weren’t yet sure; but, he seemed happy to give Christos all the information he asked, and no longer seemed suspicious of the never-ending questions. It was as though performing a sex act in front of everyone had made Christos infinitely trustworthy.

Either way, the information Mason had found out meant that the FBI taskforce had been able to ramp up their investigation, and now they had discovered the network went beyond California, they had piled on more investigators and were close to breaking the case wide open.

I took a sip of my water and tried to concentrate on writing my paper. But I couldn’t. My mind kept slipping back to the night we had performed for the inner circle. It had been such an erotic and hot event for me, that I’d forgotten there was anyone there watching us.

Since that night, Mason and I had only grown closer. He seemed to be more gentle, and protective of me, but when we were in the bedroom, things had gone from hot to hotter. We’d established that I liked being told when to cum and being held down and we were experimenting with so many things. We’d also spent many nights talking into the wee small hours, discussing our childhoods and getting to know each other on a deeper level. I loved listening to him talk about growing up around Europe and couldn’t wait to go with him on an adventure to Greece. We talked about taking a trip to his villa in Naxos and spending all our time naked in bed or in the sea.

Determined to concentrate on my paper, I shook my head and read the paragraph I’d been reading for the third time. I had to get this done or I would be out of time and I didn’t want to get a demerit.

In the back of my mind, I could hear someone shouting outside or something. I frowned and rubbed my head, determined to focus.

There it was again. Someone shouting something.Was it outside?I got up and went to look out my dorm window. No there was no one there.How strange.

Then I heard it again, and it sounded like it was coming from within the dorm. I stood still and listened hard. It sounded as though it was coming from Beany’s room next door. I wondered what was going on that made Beany shout like that. She was usually such a happy-go-lucky woman, and I’d never heard her shout at anyone.

I wondered if she needed help. Opening my door, I stepped outside my room and noticed that Beany’s door was open just a crack. She must have forgotten to close it all the way. I wondered who was in there with her.

I stepped back a little as Beany crossed past the door, then went back the other way again. She seemed to be pacing around. Her face was filled with anger – no, hate. I was taken aback. What could have gotten her so upset? She looked like she was talking to someone but as far as I could see, there was no one else in the room with her. Her face was downright scary. Her eyes were filled with rage and she looked agitated.

Then I heard was she was saying.

“That bastard Christos has ruined everything for me! He’s too close to the professor. He’s been given too much power and attention! He’s stealing the professor away from me. I’m supposed to be his favorite. I’m his daughter! He’s nothing. It should be me who takes over when he picks a replacement, not Christos!”

She paced up and down, wringing her hands.

“But tonight, things are going to change. I’ve had enough of him. He’s need to go away. I’m going to make sure Daddy finds out what I know about his favorite boy. I made sure it would make Daddy turn on Christos. I can’t wait when he is grabbed off the street and tortured. Then he’ll tell us the truth!”

I gasped, my hand flying up to my mouth.

Beany turned her head to the door. She saw me.Shit!I turned to run but she opened the door wide and grabbed me by my hair, pulling me into her dorm room.

“How much of that did you hear? You little bitch!”

“Enough.”

I pulled away from her and hit out at her chest. My blow landed on her chest and she fell backwards, letting go of my hair.

“I’ll fucking get you…” She screeched as she launched herself at me, pummeling me with her fists. I put my hands up to protect my face then grabbed hold of her hands, pulling them down. She was short but strong, and she grappled with me, her nails digging into my skin as I tried to subdue her. She was like a crazed cat, swiping out at me.

“Let go of me you bitch!”

“Tell me where they’ve taken Christos?”

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