Being Famous Isn’t For Everybody…

It had been a couple weeks since me and Gabbie had our little meeting with the University President and, as much as I hate to say it, he kept up with his end of the offer. Gabbie was put on every magazine that had been published recently, she’s done a few school-run podcasts and radio shows, and she’s even being painted on the new mural being added to the front office!

But do you know who else is getting all this special treatment? Me! And I’m not exactly a huge fan of it.

Gabbie gave the magazines a couple photos she had of me for the back cover. She called me during a podcast to put me on it after I said I didn’t want to be on it, and the mural in the front office has me sexily wrapping my arms around her waist and staring with the biggest fuck-me look I’ve ever seen! Why the hell would I want this?

However, despite the newfound popularity I find myself in a very similar situation as to where I was in the beginning of our story: alone, in a kitchen, looking for food. Just this time it was the FSU dorms.

I was in our shared kitchen snooping around a bit, after realizing I hadn’t had any lunch today. Sometimes Todd, our RA, leaves a Pub-Sub in here after he takes his lunch break and I steal it before he realizes it’s missing, but no such luck today.

However, as I was staring in the fridge I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Part of me was expecting it to be Gabbie, probably inviting me to some Gala or something in our honor, but the caller ID was a bit surprising to me.

“Step-Mom?” I whisper under my breath as I hold my phone up and quickly swipe it open. She never texts! Is it an emergency? Did something happen to Dad? But as soon as the message opened up it made me want to chuck my phone across the room.

There she was, lying in her and my father’s marital bed, with someone else's fat cock laying across her tongue. She already looked like she was covered in cum, or at least sweat. I can’t believe she would send this to me!

“Of course… you fucking slut.” I growl as I put my phone back in my pocket. I hated her although… I also hated to admit that after my couple run-ins with those other guys… seeing a cock like that? I couldn’t blame her… wait, yes I can! She’s cheating on my father!

With a scoff I roll my eyes and bend back over to look into the fridge. I was scanning all the shelves, looking for something to steal, when all at once I felt it. Something grab the waistband of my pants and yank, leaving my bottom half completely open to the world as I freaked out.

“HEY!” I yelp as I quickly turn around and- “Oh! It’s uh… you…”