Lazy Day

What a weird fucking day. A huge improvement over yesterday though. I laid in bed, I should have been asleep like Brandy was, according to his snoring. But instead, I was just idly rubbing myself and thinking of the developments in my life. This app thing was kind of a rush, I didn’t know what to do with myself. Suddenly school seemed trite. Who gave a shit about getting a degree when, I was on my way to starting a harem?

Then there was the satan of it all. I know I’ve kind of been putting that on the back burner, but I’d been thinking of it since I left Kappa house. Two of their members had attacked me. Maybe more. If I could find out they all were involved in this… well I could use that as serious blackmail when it came time to use the app on them. Or you know… get them disbanded. But if we’re being frank, knocking them down a peg sounded so much sweeter.

I fell asleep with visions of Kappa house burning down, dancing through my head.

The next morning I woke up and shot Hannah a text. “I’m not going to be at class today, take notes for me okay?”

“What about my book?!?!?” She added in an angry emoji.

“Right, I got my paper done and submitted, thanks! You can come pick it up.”

“AAAAAAAH! You’re such a dick, okay I’m coming over! Have it ready, I’m going to be late.” (Hannah +3)(-14 SP) If only I had a Hannah for every class… well, why shouldn’t I?

I smiled and looked over at Brandy. “I’m birthing an idea.”

I sprinted out of the dorms and ran for the donut shop across from campus. I scored a dozen donut holes and got back before Hannah got to my room. I was wheezing when I came back, hand clutching the grease-soaked bag. By the time I got back, Brandy had gone off to class, loser.

I caught my breath and took a look at the app. I wasn’t doing half bad with Hannah. Just a few more interactions and I was sure that I could get another trait out of her. Oh, what fun. There was a knock at my door. I opened it up, and there was Hannah. Looking huffy, and out of breath. “God, you’re flakey. Gimme my book.” She held out her hand.

“Yeah sure.” I stepped aside, so she could come on in. “It’s there on the dresser.” She went to go get it, and when she turned around, there I was with my bag. “I got you some donut holes, to say sorry.”

She let out a yelp of surprise, then calmed down. “Well you could have just brought my book to me instead.”

“Oh shoot.” I smacked my forehead. “I didn’t even think of that!”

“You are so selfish.” She sighed, and started making for the door.

“But donuts!” I walked after her.

“I don’t won’t any, I have to get to class.” She got past me and zoomed through the door.

“Wait!” I called after her, but she was gone. “Damn.” Alright, okay, that one had gotten away from me. How did someone dominate another person anyway? I was going to have to read some extremely toxic forums to get the hang of this. After a few minutes, enough time for Hannah to reach our class I sent her a message. “Notes?” I added a pleading emoji along with it.

“No.” She sent back, immediately.

“Please? I’m really sorry for wasting your time.”

She didn’t send anything back, but I did notice her score went up a few minutes later. (Hannah Blevins +3)(-11SP) Hell yeah! Salvaged that.

With my morning clear, I decided to do a little investigating. I pulled up the Kappa House homepage and, and looked at their Roster for the year. A quick ctrl+f, and I was able to find Marcy’s name on the list. “Marcy Roosevelt.”

My phone buzzed.

Marcy Roosevelt’s Profile Added

Current Score: -67SP

Yikes.

What a lovely couple she and Veronica made. I rubbed my tender chest. She had to pay.

The Kappas have a social media manager, so it was easy enough to find her on social. She was a skinny, eastern European looking girl, with a short blonde bob, and eyes like Beatrice Kiddo. Her accounts were so heavily edited that I couldn’t get a feel for her otherwise… she liked coffee I guess… ah shit!

There was no way I was getting her number, not from Veronica. But if I hung around the coffee shop long enough, I’d run into her. I’m serious, she posted so much about coffee. It was my only lead. I’d do that tomorrow, if I went in the morning, there was less of a chance of me wasting my whole day for nothing.

I relaxed in my seat and brought up my phone. I did have class eventually, and couldn’t waste the entire day on sex, but I still had some free time before then. So I brought up Veronica’s number, admired the pictures she sent me. “Hey, I was just wondering. Do you think your friend Marcy will send me nudes if I contact her too?”

Before I could get a response, the door opened up behind me.

I swear to all that is good, I thought it was Veronica coming to finish me off. I truly thought I’d taken a step too far. But instead, it was Fiona, Brandy’s Girlfriend tossing a pair of keys into the key bow. “Oh hey.” She said cooly, all nose ring.

“Hey.” I replied.

“Don’t you have class?”

“Yeah… don’t you have a room?”

“Yeah…” She snatched the donut holes off the floor and inspected the bag. “Donuts?”

“You can have them. Maybe if you put on some weight, you’ll finally fit into your sweaters.”

She chuckled at that, and flopped down on Brandy’s bed. Already shoveling the holes into her mouth. “So what are you up to?”

“I’m not up to anything.” Certainly not plotting to turn college girls into my sex pets. Certainly not that.

“You’re skipping class, and you have the Kappa’s media feed up on your computer. I thought you hated those bitches.”

I turned my monitor off. “Just plotting a little revenge.” I didn’t want her knowing too much, but then again what could she possibly know?

Fiona looked about the world with heavy-lidded eyes, that were often covered in mascara, and looked dull with weed. Only her eyebrow piercings hinted at something approaching wit. “You already got your nudes, what more could you want?”

Brandy! I sent him those nudes in confidence, and he went and just blabbed to his girlfriend? Some friend. “Well I found out there's a second girl involved, so I’m actually shooting for two sets of nudes.”

“You’re an inspiration.”

“Thank you. I found the name of the other girl who drugged me. And I think I know where she’s going to be tomorrow. I either to to go there, or get her number, so I can breakout the blackmail.”

“If only they had departments of people to investigate things like this.”

I looked over at her, and noticed that with the way she was sitting I could look right up her sweater, and see her black panties. “So what are you doing here anyway?”

She shrugged, then changed her position, opening her legs even further. “Just chillin.” She looked at me from over her knees.

I held her gaze, looked down at her panties, and then looked back at her. “So what do you make, of my whole situation?”

She shrugged, a little too much, her oversize sweater, spilled off of her shoulder. She smirked at me and used her teeth to pull it back into place. “I think these two ladies are dangerous, and you’re putting yourself in danger.”

“That’s what the nurse said.” I looked back to her. “But then again women put me in dangerous situations all the time.”

She bit her lip, and I could see her hook her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. “Aren’t you going to take pictures, so you can blackmail me?”

“Brandy’s my best friend.” I told her sternly.

She shrugged, pulling her panties to her ankles. “And he’s my boyfriend,” She picked them up, and showed me the view. “Come on, Pussy.”

Oh man, what do I do here? I mean the obvious answer is to not have sex with my friend’s girlfriend. On the other hand, she’s the one initiating this situation. And I tell you, I was hella backed up from this weekend. I wonder what possibly could have brought this on within her. She’s always had a solid reputation as a whore, so it actually wasn’t that surprising. Just that it was happening to me, in his bed!

I needed to choose fast. Kick her out, or fool around.