Lea Chooses Her Victim

Lea took a long time to take her eyes off of me. Unless I was only imagining things, that is. I could feel my heartbeat under my skin. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that Molly had had some of that cocaine dusted across her lips. Ten minutes had passed since we got all cleaned up after *that* mess, and I was still feeling off. Good off. Very good. But, the kind of feeling that made it easy to mistake a look for something else.

Take her eyes off me she did, though. And they finally arrived on the boy sitting next to her on Harry's abandoned single bed. I didn't know how I felt about the way she looked at Jack. Honestly, I didn't know how to read Lea in general. All that stuff about pictures on a private account? I never would have guessed it, but the thought had my imagination running wild. So I chose to trust her and her judgments of that jerk. "Jack, truth or dare?" she asked.

"Truth," he said.

Lea worked her mouth. "You've got an almost naked girl sitting a foot away from you, and you're choosing truth?" she said. And what was that supposed to mean?

He gave an easy shrug. "Hey, if you want to do something nasty with me, you don't need to dare me." Lea looked like she'd smelled something foul. If she had been considering it, she wasn't anymore. That was the thing with guys like him. They always showed their hand, and usually sooner rather than later.

"Alright. What's the most shameful thing you've done, sexually?" she asked.

I snorted. Very indelicate, but it represented my feelings very well. "He doesn't have a sense of shame," I said.

Jack popped an eyebrow. "Maybe not, but I know what the rest of you suckers would be ashamed of," he said. "That's a tough one. Hmmm..."

Harry was refilling his red plastic cup from one of the nearly empty wine bottles. "Clemons?" he said, sounding tired. I hated that he had anything to say about this.

Jack smirked. "Brother, you've only known me a couple of months. I've got shit you can't even fathom in here," he said, putting a finger to his temple. "But Clemons is probably up there."

"Should we even ask?" I said.

"No, but she did," said Jack. He threw Harry his own cup, and his (ugh) friend restocked it for him. Harry came back to the circle and passed it off. "Clemons is good enough. There's no #1 in **** sports, they say."

"Who says?" Paul said absent mindedly.

"Like you know shit about **** sports," Jack said. "Clemons. That's Corra Clemons-Yang, she's a TA in my accounting class. Wanted me bad. Or, wanted to get in good with me, bad. So she started blowing up my phone all the time, promising me all sorts of things. And I said if she sucked my dick and gave me an A, I'd make sure to set her up with my older sister for an interview. It was fucking crazy. The best blowjob I ever got, and she took my cum down her throat and thanked me after. Then when she chatted with Dina she found out Dina doesn't have hiring-firing power. Guess I forgot to mention that. Except the grades were already in, and the only way she could retract them was by telling everyone what happened, and she wasn't gonna do that." He doubled over in a fit of giggles.

I curled my lip. "You dick," I said. "You know not everyone has it as easy as you, right? It must've been pretty hard for her to find the courage to blow *you.*"

"That's awful," Joan whined.

"Get off my back," Jack said, rolling his eyes. "If it wasn't me, she would've sucked some other rich boy's dick. That's how it works. Now, Joanie. Truth or dare?"