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My head snaps at Carlton, who leans his big body against the bartop to fish his phone from his jeans with the other.
Micah and Dogg draw closer to him while I keep looking over my shoulder. He goes to a porn-sharing group chat and clicks open a file.
I stop breathing.
Seems like Posh Boy sent revenge porn before he was even done with her.
Dogg laughs. “Good ole home girl thought he’d be taking her seriously, didn’t she? Well, fuck her grades. Turns out she’s just another dumb bitch after all.”
“A dumb bitch aiming for money and position,” Carlton adds as he swipes through the pictures.
The first pic isn’t actual porn, but it’s still sexy as hellfire. Justine is sucking on her finger with those small pink lips, staring languorously into the camera, giving Posh Boy a sultry gaze that could corrupt Jesus, even if she’s a little awkward. There’s something damningly seductive about a girl doing this for the first time. Testing her power over a man.
And that man wasn’t me.
The next pic seems to be amateur porn, with her spread eagle on the bed and her golden hair fanned over a large pillow. Her tits are bouncing. Damn, that’s a video, not a picture, actual footage of her getting fucked. Her face is scrunched in pain, but her teeth are sunken into her lower lip, and her shoulders tense as she holds on to the headboard. Her first time, documented in a group chat where cruel college jocks share their fucks.
By all the demons, her tits are amazing. Jewels that Posh Boy should have never laid his eyes on, let alone grabbed with his greedy hands the way he does in the video. My nerves are hanging by a thread, but luckily there’s no visual of his dick pumping her.
“Does it say how much he paid for her V-card?” Dogg croaks, running his tongue over those obnoxiously white teeth again. He looks like a fucking lizard. By the nasty hunger in his otherwise dull eyes, he might actually get an erection. I swear to all the demons, if his pants tent, I’m gonna cut his useless dick off.
“He did mention it, I think,” Carlton says, closing the video to search for the text. Dogg grunts in disappointment, but I’m grateful for all of us being parted from the visuals. Carlton finds what he’s looking for and slides the phone over the counter so we can all take a look at the conversation.
Dean R:Ten grand. Rich, but the pussy was worth it. Tight as fuck. Not much good at sucking dick, tho.
Sicko:Count me in if u need ur ho to practice. I can bring my boys from the band 2. U know how it is. The more, the merrier.
Dean R:Haha, she’ll be a pro before we know it.
ThiccDicc:Send vid of you stuffing her cunt. I wanna see her juices glistening on your cock, and if there’s blood 2, even better. Did she scream, is there audio?
My temples throb, and I’m dangerously close to shedding my skin. I have never accepted an invitation to these porn-sharing groups. Too busy for this kind of shit, but now that a nasty scenario is forming in my head, I might join. I know that Dogg and Micah are in more hardcore groups because they’re into kinks that would put lesser men in jail, but I never saw the appeal.
“Let’s have her get us all off,” Dogg says, his tongue now making rapid, wild movements over his teeth, his eyes manic. “Have her kneeling in a corner with hands behind her back, and the four of us taking turns sticking our cocks in her mouth. Maybe all five when Chase gets back from the Middle East. Imagine the ropes of cum on her face, clinging to her hair.”
“I have a better idea,” I growl, suppressing my instinct to smash my whiskey glass against his skull. Hell, if I had my way, I’d fucking give him a lobotomy, relieve him of his sick fantasy.
I down the liquor and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, eyes fixed on her. A void forms around me the moment I get off the barstool, everybody moving away like the tide. They always do when the Kings are on the prowl.
Justine doesn’t hear me approach, dancing with her back at us, but Posh Boy sees me clear as day. His mouth slowly opens, and his shoulders sag, his hand dropping off the asscheek he’d been kneading under her leather skirt.
I jerk my chin to either side of him, telling Dogg and Carlton, “Hold him still.”
Before Posh Boy can blink, the two Kings form a wall behind him, grabbing his arms and holding him in place. Justine’s hands fall off of his shoulders, sliding down his arms, until they finally drop altogether, and she begins to turn around, confused. I stop behind her, blocking her body with mine, trapping her between me and Dean. It happens before she can see my face.
“What the heck?” she squeaks.
Dogg and Carlton are grinning behind Dean as I run my hand slowly under her chin, turning her face to me.
The caramel in her eyes clashes with the russet in mine. I tsk, my other hand sliding under her leather skirt, my fingers slipping through the loops of her fishnets.
“Didn’t your daddy see you when you left the house?” It’s the first sentence I’ve ever addressed her with directly. She gasps. It must be shocking indeed that the first words I ever speak to her are accompanied by my fingers through her fishnets.
She’s been living at the mansion in the maids’ wing for a whole year, but we’ve only ever seen each other from afar. She had no reason to believe I even acknowledged her existence, and she definitely has no idea how often I’ve watched her from the shadows, jacking off like a perv.
“Oh, wait,” I continue, baring my teeth. “He doesn’t even know where you are, does he? He doesn’t let you go to college parties because he knows the kind of depravity that happens here.” My lips brush her ear, my fingers stroking her panties. I catch not only the smell of her perfume but also her pussy. I suppress the urge to roll my eyes and breathe it in like the scent of fine wine. “But that nastiness is exactly what you came here for, yes?”
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