Cuff her

Dressed, you get ready to leave.

“Lotte, you know about like, visual balance, right?”

“What?” she asks in her dumbass accent, looking over her shoulder at you.

“You know. Symmetry in art? Like, you have a tat now, so that’s on your left side. You know what I mean? So you need something on the other side too,” you say. That’s not how visual balance works, but Lotte doesn’t know that.

She looks at you blankly. That’s all; you just wanted to say something first.

You slam the cuff on her ankle and attach her to the bedframe, then haul back and slap her right ass cheek with everything you have, leaving an angry, red handprint. She yelps in surprise and pain.

You pick up the key from the bedside table and toss it out of her reach.

“Dom kut,” you say.

Her mouth and eyes pop open, and you walk out of the room and shut the door behind you.

OK. You feel better about that. You don’t mind eating pussy, but Lotte’s pussy? And under those circumstances? Very uncool.

You need to clean up. You feel gross after all that. You head back toward the wing of the house where most of the pledge rooms are, but stop at the sight of nudity. It’s Sun, and as always around the house, she’s not wearing any clothes. Tonight of all nights that’s a little odd because that cop is around somewhere, and so is that little missionary or whatever. Sun doesn’t care.

She’s shutting the weird, creaky, collapsible staircase ladder thing that goes up to the attic. It clicks into place up there and she dusts off her hands, then disappears around the corner.

Does anyone even go up there?

You go to the bathroom that you share with a couple other pledges and get in the shower. As you soap yourself up, you consider how to spend the rest of your Friday night. For now, you need something to eat. When you’re done, you put on clean panties and a very short little bathrobe that’s silky and cute.

On the way to the stairs, you notice something else: Delilah’s door is standing open. That’s pretty weird. Nobody ever leaves their door open in CCL house. Well, maybe Delilah’s busy tonight because of the initiation. You walk down there to shut it for her, but as you grab the knob, you hear the rain. Her window is open? It’s a little chilly outside for that. You open the door and go in, heading over to shut the window, but your foot bumps against something.

Frowning, you bend to see what it is. Holy shit! It’s a gun.

Why does Delilah have a gun? This is actually not OK. You have to be 21 to have a pistol in Florida, and Deliah is only 18. And where is she? This is all wrong.

You’re going to have to report this, but what do you do with the gun?

Leave it here? Or take it with you?