She couldn’t believe he’d actually agreed to all of her conditions. Truth be told, she didn’t give a shit where he shoved his cock for the most part. Ashley hadn’t been lying when she’d said she wasn’t the jealous type, and she did in fact like to watch—especially if she could watch some uptight self-righteous cunt get taken down a few pegs for thinking she could crap on Ashley Vandoren and get away with it.
No, the only reason she’d even insisted on screening was to give her a means of keeping him from falling into another girl’s hands when some bright bitch realized what a prize he was. At first, Ashley had just had a great night in the lounge—decent sex, in public, fingered to orgasm in front of an audience and on camera, then watching him jizz on that haughty RA’s face. It had been pretty amazing, so when he flirted with her after, she flirted back.
Then, after realizing what he really was, what had really happened, she had seduced by the prospect of living out her wildest exhibitionist fantasies—which she still was, that much was true. DJ had gotten good at sex in a hurry (thanks in part to Ashley, she thought proudly), and getting her pussy stuffed when and wherever she felt like it was fantastic.
Increasingly, though, she was realizing how small such things were. She was beginning to dream big.
The first such bright bitch she had her sights set on was, of course, Brittney. That doe-eyed, long-legged, big-titted, round-assed dream girl was far and away her biggest threat. She also realized she would be the hardest to get rid of. If she told DJ not to talk to her any more and he said no, that’d be the end of it—Ashley knew she’d never say a word about it again for fear of displeasing him. She needed to make it a sure thing so that when she chose that battle, she won—and decisively.
Emily, on the other hand… well, Ashley didn’t know what to make of that little fire cracker. She wasn’t threatened by her like she was with the other; Brittney was hotter than both of them, she could admit it, but Ashley could hold her own against Emily. Still, her devotion was just fucked up as all hell. Ashley couldn’t make any sense of it, unless she really was a hard core submissive; if it was a ruse, on the other hand, she could be a danger to Ashley’s plans.
Which was why she had told DJ she wanted to talk to her. Which, like the sweetheart he was, he agreed to. She could practically hear him cringing at the thought of losing his little sex slave. Ashley told him to order Emily to meet with his girlfriend and answer her questions completely and honestly. He agreed. She almost asked for Emily’s outright obedience, but she’d seen how he dragged his feet when she brought up being his equal around his floor. Play it safe, for now.
Ashley knocked on the girl’s door, and it was answered almost immediately, so quickly that the slender RA must’ve been standing on the other side waiting. There she was, her boyfriend’s thin, delicate little play thing, glaring daggers at Ashley even as she invited her in.
“Nice little place you got here,” Ashley commented as she sat down in one of the open chairs. Emily sat on her bed stiffly.
“What do you want.” Emily’s voice was no-nonsense, and cold as ice.
“Since we have so much in common, I just wanted to talk to you, get to know you a little.” Ashley forced an amiable smile, still unsure how to handle this girl.
“Ask your questions then.”
“Why the rush? Got a big project to work on?”
“Yes, actually. And, since DJ told me to be completely honest, let me add that I don’t want to talk to you about my personal life.”
“You don’t want to,” Ashley mused, “but you’re going to anyway? Why is that? You gotta understand, it’s a little weird from where I’m sittin’.”
“Because DJ said so,” Emily shot back, her voice small but feisty.
“See, that’s what I’m wondering about, that right there. DJ and I are an item now, you know.”
“Good for you. Congrats.” It was raw sarcasm, with a healthy dash of scorn tossed in.
“Which is to say,” Ashley continued, “that you’re not his girlfriend. Yet you seem to have this weird little crush on him. You beginning to see my conundrum here?”
That was all it took to provoke a sudden outburst so sudden it made Ashley flinch. “It’s not a crush! You couldn’t possibly understand!” Emily said, rising to her feet. Her fists were balled, and her stance said she was readying to attack. Ashley had been in a few fights before, and she knew full well it was the size of the fight in the dog. This bitch looked to have a lot of fight in her.
Maybe some rabies, too.
“So what is it? Help me understand.” Ashley only managed to keep her seat through sheer nerve. Nonetheless she was plotting where and how to punch this bitch if she came any closer. Emily was quiet a moment, and slowly sat back down; her face went from fiery to sullen. When it started getting quiet, she prompted, curious to see what the reminder might do, “DJ told you to be completely honest with me.”
Emily sighed, then nodded. “He did. Well, here it goes: I’m his slave. I’m his obedient slave and I do everything and anything he asks without complaint or hesitation.”
“But… why? You have to understand that what you’re saying sounds a little… out there.”
Emily looked up, eyes smoldering. “It’s hard to explain. You see, he… he has this power over people.”
Ashley nodded. “You might remember me sitting there next to you while you blew him. Trust me, I know about the power.”
“You only think you know. I’ve heard about the two of you. You like being paraded around by him. You liked getting fingered in the lounge in front of an audience. You liked those pictures of us that went up on the internet. You don’t understand anything.”
“So you’re saying you hated it?”
Emily’s fists clenched. “Of course I hated it! He humiliated me in front of the whole building, and because of him my life is ruined!”
“Ruined?” Ashley said skeptically. “You won’t be the first or the last girl to let some naughties slip out and survive to tell the tale, Emmy. Don’t be a fuckin’ drama queen.”
“Oh yeah? Well because of that ‘drama,’ my family disowned me! When school lets out, I’m fucking homeless!”
“Huh. I’ll grant you, that does suck,” Ashley conceded. “So that’s your game, suck up to DJ so he’ll keep a roof over your head?” It seemed a bit extreme, but then, she herself had thought of far more mundane uses for him.
“No, that’s not ‘my game.’ It’s hard to explain.” Ashley waited for her, and she took a bit collecting her thoughts. Her fists clenched and unclenched, as did her jaw. Her eyes flashed madly through a range of emotions.
Ashley made sure she kept herself cognizant of where the exits were, as this chick showed every sign of being unhinged.
“I want to ask you to keep what I’m about to say to yourself,” she said at last.
“DJ told you that you had to answer everything completely and truthfully. Now you want to hold out on me?”
“I’m going to answer; I’m just asking as a courtesy. You know? Nevermind. Out with it.” She took a deep breath. “I hate him. I hate him more than I ever thought I could hate someone.”
“Because of what he did with us that night?”
“To us, not with us,” Emily corrected bitterly. “Because of what happened as a result, and because he came back for more.”
“You didn’t exactly discourage him, from what I heard.”
Emily winced. “Of course I didn’t. That would be unthinkably rude.”