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“Well hey there,” Blaine said with a cocky smile. “What’s your name, pretty lady?”
His buddy shuffled off, sniggering as they went. I smiled at Blaine, and leaned forward to be heard above the music. “I’m Dahlia. You’re Blaine, right? We have class together. Don’t you remember?”
He frowned, then snapped his fingers as if making a realization. “American Philosophy? Is that it?”
American Philosophy? God he was a self-indulgent prick.
I smiled wider and put a hand on his chest. “Oh my god, yes! I didn’t know if you recognized me.”
Taking my hand on his chest as an offering for closeness, he pressed himself against me. “I’d have a hard time forgetting you.” He leaned down, putting his lips to my ear. “If you don’t mind me saying, you’re fucking hot, babe.”
Lowering my voice to sound as sexy as possible, I ran a hand up the back of his neck and into his hair. “God, I’ve been thinking about sucking your cock since the first day you walked into class. Let’s get out of here, so you can shove that big fat dick down my throat.”
Blaine jerked his head back, but rather than looking horrified or surprised, the look of excited desire was obvious in his eyes.
“Are you fucking serious?” he asked with a grin.
I swallowed my pride and decided to go for an Oscar worthy performance, and ran a hand down to his crotch, rubbing at the quickly hardening penis in his pants. “Are you gonna make me wait for it? Maybe, if it’s as big as I think it is, I’ll let you fuck my ass later tonight too.”
Without even answering me, Blaine grabbed my hand and hurried to lead me through the party toward a dark alleyway between the frat houses. He moved fast, and I had to almost run to keep up with him. I tried looking around to see if I could spot Drake but there was too much going on. A laser light swung around from the stage the DJ was working on, blinding me, and by the time I blinked away the light, I was already in the alley.
“Are you gonna suck me good, baby?” Blaine asked as he began to unzip his pants. “Do you spit or swallow? I’m cool either way, as long as I can come in your mouth.”
Putting my faith in Drake, I stayed in character and prayed he’d get here in time.
“Oh baby, I love a good frat boy milkshake,” I cooed at him.
“Holy fuck,” Blaine said with a laugh. “You’re like out of a dream.”
He reached in and pulled his rock-hard cock free. I glanced down, not surprised to see how small it was. Any fucking time now, Drake, I thought to myself as I lowered myself to my knees. I’d sliced men’s cocks off with my bare hands, so this wasn’t the worst thing I’d ever done.
Stalling for time, I wrapped my hand around it, and suppressed a shudder of revulsion before beginning to stroke him. “Do you like that?” I asked.
Blaine had his head thrown back, eyes closed. “Jesus Christ, put it in your mouth. Suck it, you whore. Suck it.”
Like an avenging ghost, a dark shadow appeared from behind Blaine. A hand lashed out, wrapping around his neck. A needle flashed, piercing Blaine’s arm a moment before he began to grunt in surprise.
I released his pathetic cock and stood, wiping my hand on my skirt as though I’d been touching dog shit. Blaine struggled and fought against Drake as he dragged him back, further into the darkness. The man’s struggles weakened quickly as whatever Drake had injected him with took effect. By the time we reached the other side of the buildings, Blaine was a limp rag in Drake’s arms.
“Hey? What the hell are you guys doing?” a voice called out.
I spun and found two men, college students from the look of them, walking toward us, looks of worry and confusion on their faces.
“My boyfriend is a lightweight,” I said. “We’re getting him back home.”
The men laughed, shaking their heads as they walked past us. I let a sigh tremble out of my chest and followed Drake as he dragged Blaine to a parking lot. I kept glancing around, terrified that a campus police officer, who would be less gullible, might walk by.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“That SUV over there,” Drake grunted. “It’s our boy’s car. I pulled up his registration online and found his tag number. Found it earlier today when I was gone. Help me.”
I put Blaine’s other arm around my shoulders to help Drake with the weight while he dug into the man’s pockets until he found the keys and opened the back hatch. In only a few seconds we had him shoved in the back. With quick, practiced hands, Drake pulled zip ties from his left pocket and bound the young man. From his right, he pulled a bandana and tied it around Blaine’s mouth, gagging him. While he did that, I searched Blaine’s other pockets until I pulled out his phone.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” He reached up to close the rear hatch.
“Wait,” I said, stopping him. “Let’s get a picture first.”
I snapped a shot of Blaine tied and gagged in the back hatch, then another close up of his face, as well as a picture of his ID from the wallet we found in his back pocket. After that, we closed the hatch and climbed into the car.
