Steal and run.

Mark couldn’t quite think of anything else to do other than take the lingerie and run.

He opened up the draw to take out the clothes.

“Put them back now, I won’t warn you again” Michael threatened him.

“Yeah alright, chill, I’ll drop them” said Mark, eyeing off the exit.

“What the fuck is on your shoes” Mark lied, pointing down at Michael’s shoes to distract him.

The moron looked down and that was enough for Mark to charge through him, knocking him off balance.

Mark sprinted out the dorm room and ran towards the exit of Harold Hall.

“YOU FUCKING CUNT!” Michael screamed, getting off the ground and chasing after him.

Mark refused to look back, he just kept running and running, unsure where he was going, he just kept moving, making blind turns around corners, whatever he could do to get away.

This was probably the fastest that Mark had ever run, he felt silly running around campus with bra and panties in his hands but hey, it was better than taking a beating.

Eventually, Mark made his way to the GLR house, huffing and puffing, he had his hands on his knees, still checking behind him to see if Michael was following.

There was no sign of him, he had lost him.

Mark knocked at the door and was greeted by Taylor or T2 as he knew her. The blonde was standing there in nothing but a light blue towel.

“Are you alright?” She asked, “you look exhausted”

Mark tried to catch his breath before responding.

“Yeah ahh yeah I’m good, just had to return this to Tayla, is she home?” he asked.

“She just went out for a run, you can leave it here and i can give it to her later if you want” she offered, taking the clothing from Mark.

“Ah thanks, could you tell her to message me when she gets back” asked Mark still puffing.

“Yeah yeah of course, will do” she said, “Anyways, gotta go, shower’s running, see ya hun”

Mark was exhausted, later that night he laid on his bed, seriously worrying about the consequences for his actions. He had made a couple of serious enemies now with Michael and Brett, two guys you don’t want to mess with.

Then he’s phone went off.

He had a message from Tayla.

Tayla: Thanks for the favour, see you Saturday xx

The text was nice but what was even nicer was the photo that had accompanied it.

It was a mirror selfie of Tayla wearing the same dark blue lingerie that Mark had just recovered for her. She looked incredible. Mark looked at the small lacy panties that only just covered her pussy and nothing else. The angle she was standing, Mark could see a fair bit of the side of her ass, very plump and round.

Mark then looked at her beaming smile, her shiny white teeth were perfect. Her pose in the photo showed that she well and truly knew that she was hot.

The best part of the photo may have been seeing her in the bra. It was a lacy dark blue colour that was somewhat see through. The bra had pushed her tits up and together showing off a ridiculous amount of cleavage. Mark looked at the faint dark circles inside, her nipples.

Suddenly he was interrupted by Matt on the other bed.

“You right there? Why are you smiling like that? he asked.

“Oh uh, it’s nothing, just something I saw online” he lied as he got up from the bed.

“I’ll be back, just need to use the bathroom.”

Mark was going straight there to wank over Tayla’s picture. How could he not, what an image!