Page 61 of Beautiful Ascension

“Weren’t you and Owen both down there just this morning adding knives, bodily fluids, and random monster dildos?” Lev quips.

Wyatt shrugs. “All the monster-romance girlies swear by monster peen, but something tells me being railed by a fourteen-inch centaur cock will not be the highlight of any person we deploy our zesty interrogation tactics on.”

I shake my head. “You two are fucking idiots and need to stay off social media.”

Wyatt and Owen grin conspiratorially, and I don’t want to imagine what bodily fluids they have down there.

“We’ll have a thirty-minute window with Samantha’s mother. During that time, the plan is to have her answer as many questions as possible. Then we’ll be back in time for it to look like we never left,” Lev explains.

We grunt our agreements, all of us understanding our roles tonight. As we stand, Sebastian declares, “Okay, gentlemen, let’s get to work!”

Lev: Just arrived at the Fraternitas. Party still looks good…minus Sam trying to tongue you down.

Me: Copy and ????…?? for me.

Wyatt: I vote we kill her

Owen: I second. We need at least one more to move this motion forward.

“Wesley,” Samantha whines for the umpteenth time tonight. “You’re not paying me any attention. You or Wyatt.”

Wyatt’s lip curls in disgust at her attempt to pretend to be sloshed. She’s had one drink since she arrived—Diet Coke.

I subtly shake my head when his mouth opens. We need her to think we believe her bullshit.

He grits his teeth and spins away from us, surveying the crowd. The entire first floor is packed with people.

“Fine. I’ll be right back. I’m going to get some drinks,” Samantha pouts, stomping away.

“Can I just hang her like a piñata? I’ve got a bat covered in barbed wire in my room,” Wyatt grumbles.

I laugh, “Add it to the list. You know Lev has a growing one.”

“It’s cathartic to add to it each time she breathes,” Wyatt replies.

My cell phone buzzes.

Lev: Don’t drink whatever she brings back. I just saw her slip something in your drinks.

Owen: Can we kill her now?

Bash: No…much to my growing disappointment.

“Here you are. I got you both a drink,” Samantha says, holding cups for us to grab.

We each take one and place it on the table behind us.

“Aren’t you going to drink it?” She frowns.

“Why don’t we dance instead,” I suggest, and her eyes light up.

I take her cup and put it with ours, not missing her eyeing where hers is situated. As I pull her toward the center of the room, I signal Wyatt, but he’s already two steps ahead of me, switching out her punch for one of ours.

Once we’re at the center of the dance floor, Samantha immediately begins to grind on me.

“Don’t you miss us?” She whispers when she whirls around, pressing her tits against my chest.

I push her away when she tries to grab my dick. “Sure I do,” I lie. We need her to believe this part for what happens next.

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