Four Days Later; Your new alias: Richard Hunter.

Tuesday: 06:45

Four days later you, a battered leather suitcase and a large steel-rack case on caster wheels are in the dorm room hall outside room-12. You are fumbling with a set of keys to open up your new residence.

The meeting with Grace four days ago had gone to plan insofar as you had been accepted into her dorm and your alias Richard Hunter had been accepted.

Still, even you had been taken aback by her audacity. And the photos you had had on file didn’t prepare you for her strolling into the meeting butt-naked and sporting a sizeable cock. She’d been more or less uninterested in the admin of you joining the dorm itself beyond a few perfunctory questions about your sexual habits.

Diane Cindy’s roommate and close friend was a big help though. She was a short pretty thing with a hyperactive personality, like a pixie on amphetamines. She was obviously completely enamoured with both Grace and Cindy and had begged the goth to let you join the dorm.

Grace had agreed but outright told you she intended to fuck every one of her dormmates. “I guess we’ll just have to see whether it’s with Jake’s snake or my own cootch” the goth leered at you.

And so, a couple days later you had received a notification that you’d been accepted to the dorm. You hadn’t entirely formulated a plan as to how you were going to return Jake’s cock to him. But you were sure being close to Grace was the key. The whole plan was somewhat time dependant though. You had pulled in a couple of favours to have some technicians in admissions alter your record but any kind of audit, or system check or update and the records would be corrected.

You’d arrived early in the dorm to try and avoid the other students. You wanted to set up your room and get the lie of the land so to speak before you engaged with any of them directly. You’d just got the door open when that first part of your plan went to shit.

“Oh hi” said a female voice off to your left “You must be Richard the new guy.”

Glancing over you see a pale woman in her early twenties with short red hair wearing a massive oversized green tee-shirt that comes down to her thighs but is otherwise barefooted. She is holding a cup of coffee.

“Morning” you reply “yeah, just got in..”

“Oh sure” the woman says “Oh” she almost squeals “I’m being rude, my name is Maisie. I’m in room six.” She comes forward and goes to shake your hand. There’s an awkward shuffling of bags and keys and you finally extract yourself from enough of your possessions to formally greet her.

“Pleased to meet you. An early riser?” you ask.

She shrugs and grins. “Sometimes. My boyfriend Broden, is in room five. He had an early errand to run and he woke me. Hey so do you want any help moving in, getting the tour of the place?” she asks.

Ingratiating yourself with the students suits your purpose, on the other hand there were definitely things in your luggage you didn’t want Maisie, or anyone else seeing.