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We lie together for a while, talking about nothing much, until Alyssa’s phone rings. She accepts the call and talks quietly to whomever it is for a few minutes. After she hangs up, she tells me, “That was Brooke.” Brooke Hauser is one of my regular clients here. She’s a senior and one of the officers of the sorority. She’s tall, slender, and quiet, but gets very loud when I eat her pussy, and always tells me I’m wonderful. “That’s who you heard me call—I told her I’d take care of you and asked her to catch the bitch and her boytoy. She did; she said the guy introduced himself as Noelle’s boyfriend. The little whore didn’t say anything, I guess. Brooke’s pretty mad, though I don’t imagine the slut realized it, since Brooke just gets even quieter when she’s mad; but she likes you, and she’s pissed off at the bitch for hurting you. She also enjoys your services and doesn’t want this to screw with the relationship between you and the sorority.”

I shake my head feebly. “I’m not going to let Noelle drive me off,” I answer softly. “I’m never going to have anything to do with her again, but I can handle running into her.”

“Good,” Alyssa says, relaxing a little. “I think we can do a few things to reduce the chance of you running into her here. Shar’s going to be pretty pissed at the slut too, even knowing you aren’t planning to cut ties with us because of this. I imagine the little whore is going to regret doing you like this.” I feel a certain satisfaction at the thought, but it doesn’t really help me much. I suspect Alyssa can see that in my face, because she continues, “And we’ll do what we can to help you and support you. Remember, you’ve made a lot of friends here.”