“So she’s your leader, eh?” Ashley’s voice responded. “Hmm… I think she’s going to need a new role, one better suited to her new status. From now on, Miko is the official guild whore.”
she always was :P said Lamershamer, just before Balzrog entered what does that entail?
“It means she’s not in charge any more, and she gives you guys pictures and chats like this whenever you tell her.”
“Ashley…” came a male’s voice reprovingly.
“Fine, fine, you’re right. Once a week. And if I ever chat up the Upstanding Citizens guild, I better hear she’s been a perfect lady, sweet and accommodating.”
The guy seemed mollified, because he didn’t respond further.
soooooo…………. we gonna game or what? Lamershamer pressed.
There was a long silence. Balzrog didn’t care. He was still staring at Miko’s lithe body getting fucked like a bitch in heat.
I’m going to need some new armor, Bl00dlust typed at last. Her microphone was now silent.
what’re you going to do to earn it?Balzrog asked.
“Dude, you gotta start coming to psych lectures again.”
“Fuck that, man. That class is fuckin’ lame. All that old geezer bitch ever does is regurgitate the readings. She doesn’t take attendance or do pop quizzes or anything to make it worth going.”
“I know, I know, but… trust me.”
“What the fuck for?”
“Fine, fine, no appreciation for fuckin’ suspense.”
“No, you just don’t know how to build any.”
“Eat me. No, dude, there’s this chick, man.”
“You do know that in the twenty-first century, all my classes are co-ed, right? You seriously want me to go back to class just to meet a fuckin’ girl?”
“Not meet, dude. I’m pretty sure she’s not available.”
“… to meet some guy’s girlfriend…?”
“Not some ‘guy’s’ girlfriend. Some chick’s.”
“To meet some fuckin’ dyke bitch? Man, I am gonna punch you in your fuckin’ throat, you’re so goddamn stupid.”
“DUDE. This chick, she comes in every class following this other chick, and they’re so fucking hot together, dude. Well, the one chick is. The other one’s hot, but she’s not all… wild about it, like her girlfriend.”
“So a cute lesbian couple is in our history class, and you want me to make it like a fuckin’ field trip? Do you know what a lesbian is, man? One more girl who’s never gonna fuck you.”
“No. The one chick is just… I dunno, man. She’s like the other girl’s… I dunno, slave, or something, dude.”
“Wait, what?”
“See? Now I got your attention. Yeah, one of them’s a gothy redhead chick with these HUGE knockers, and the other’s like this skinny chick, real pretty, good bod.”
“Wait, which one’s the slavey one? Tits, or Face?”
“Face.”
“Aw, fuck that.”
“Just listen, dude! So like, Face starts following her to class a couple weeks ago. I don’t even think she’s enrolled—I’ve checked the class page and I can’t find her on it. I think she’s just following Tits.”
“You’re still under-selling it, man. Meh.”
“No, Face—she like… dresses up for her.”
“Dresses… how?”
“Like… slutty. Every class it’s something different. Like, the first week I noticed her, she came in in this little tube top thing, and like, she had this collar on—like a black collar, with little metal studs and shit.”
“That’s not that slutty, man.”
“You weren’t there, dude. But sure, fine, whatever. The next week, Face comes in wearing this skimpy little bikini. AND the collar. Always the collar. That’s why I think the slave thing.”
“A bikini? To class? In November…?”
“Well, she had one of those little wrap thingies around the bottom, but it was like, part see-through, so you could tell the bottom was like this tiny little thong thing, dude.”
“What? Prof didn’t say nothing?”
“Dude, she hasn’t noticed shit—blind as a bat. Or thought it was just one of those Kids These Days kinda things. But no, dude, last week she came in in just this little tiny dress that everyone was just waiting for her boobs to pop out of the top but still so fuckin’ short that you could totally see her ass hanging out the bottom, dude.”
“So there’s a hot girl, dresses slutty, I get it. You need hobbies, man. Or porn.”
“No, dude! I told you, she’s like… a slave, or something. Last few classes, she’s just literally kneeled on the ground next to her girlfriend. Tits leaned down and says something to her, and she like runs off to fetch her a bottled water from the vending machine, goes right back to kneeling, and Tits just pats her head like a dog and shit, dude.”
“OK, that’s pretty crazy, sure. But still, what exactly do you think’s gonna come of it?”
“I dunno, I was talking to this other dude in class, and he said he like went up to ‘em and tried to hit on ‘em, you know, work up to a three-way or something, and he told me Tits was like ‘sorry, not interested, but Face’—I forget her name, but he said it—anyway ‘Face, go ahead and show him your ass’ and she just flipped up her skirt right there in class. Everybody was gone by then, but still. Then Tits tells him to go ahead and cop a feel, and the bitch just LET HIM.”
“What? No way, that’s bullshit. He’s makin’ shit up.”
“Oh yeah? Well how ‘bout this, dude? I knew you wouldn’t believe it, so I snapped some pics.”
“Sure, man, you took those for me—you just wanted to jack it to these lezzie bitches.”
“Fuck you, dude, plenty of people were taking pics.”
“Sure, sure.”
“Just look, dude.”
“… holy FUCK. You… you weren’t kidding. What the fuck is that, a slutty schoolgirl outfit?”
“Most of one, at least. Keep scrolling, it gets better.”
“Oh hey, there’s that collar…Whoa, is she… is she… winking at you?”
“Yep—she saw me, I guess, and… bitch is fuckin’ crazy, like I said.”
“Fuck me, dude… what time does class meet again?”
“I said, ‘let’s go wait outside and church and—’”
“That’s what I thought you said. No.”
“Come on, asshole, I just wanna find—”
“No.”
Mercedes was one of the last people to the lounge for DJ’s pre-Thanksgiving relaxation session, having stalled as long as she could. Corny orchestral music was playing on a boombox in the corner, and a pair of blandly scented candles burned at opposite ends of the room.
“Come on in,” her RA said, smiling broadly. She politely smiled back, even though she thought he was a total creep. She had no idea what her roommate saw in this guy. I mean, if it was just putting up with it, sure—Mercedes had been singled out for his attentions more than once—but Brittney seemed to somehow actually like this loser. She said she didn’t, but Mercedes knew how to read her. There was something going on. (DJ’s girlfriend saw it too, which was no doubt why she personally told Brittney not to come tonight.)
Either way, no one had made such an exception for her, so Mercedes sucked it up and came in rather than risk getting slapped with whatever bullshit ad libbed punishment he came up with for her absence. Which would almost assuredly be something sexual, as 95% of his punishments were for the girls on the floor from what she’d heard. She’d been spanked two weeks ago, bare ass, for using her hair dryer too early.