CHAPTER ONE
The alleyway I’m in is pitch-black, and it looks like the emergency flood lights have been knocked out, probably on purpose because of all the shady shit going on out here. There’s only one door into the club, and we are right beside it. There is just enough light to see the outlines of our sweaty bodies, but enough darkness to conceal us from onlookers. It’s just us out here. The cracked and uneven pavement is digging relentlessly into my knees, the loose gravel sticking to them and causing a stinging pain. I’ll feel the soreness tomorrow, hopefully with minimal cuts.
Lucky fucking me.
As I cup his sticky balls—no doubt due to sweat from being in South Florida—with my left hand, the tip of his cock glistenswith the salty pre-cum and hits the back of my throat over and over, with his hands wrapped around my neck, not letting up on the roughness. His musky smell overwhelms my senses. I gasp for air while tears mix with the mascara running down my face, but this guy keeps thrusting at a fast pace. I try to focus on swirling my tongue underneath his cock; most men enjoy it. It’s very sensitive, but with him thrusting so hard, it makes it almost impossible.
This is my favorite part—the moment of complete euphoria from bringing a man to his climax. When they lean their heads back and their mouths open wide, groaning loudly, not being able to control the sounds coming out of them, I can tell the down-the-spine tingling is starting, which happens right before a mind-blowing orgasm.
If there is one thing I know for sure about myself, it’s how well I can suck dick. It’s the complete control that gets me off—the power. But tonight isn’t about my pleasure; it’s about ensuring he gets his. When it comes to anything sexual, women hold all of the power. It’s just how you use it to your advantage.
Some women love diamonds around their necks; I love hands.
“Goddamn, Cassidy,” he groans as he releases and jerks himself forward, hitting the back of my throat, making sure I swallow every drop he has to offer.
After sucking down every single drop, making sure none of it hits my heels, I lick my full, swollen lips like it was the best five-course meal so he thinks I enjoyed myself and stand. I pull my black leather skirt down, run a hand through my chestnut hair a few times, trying to look as though I didn’t just get my face fucked, and wipe the mascara from my face, removing some of the concealer that makes my hazel eyes pop. Wiping the inner corners of my water lines, I pull out the compact mirror from my purse and reapply mascara.
Fuck me.
With my hand on my hip, I look him straight in his eyes with utter confidence rolling off of me. “A deal is a deal,” I say to him, trying to catch my breath like I just ran a damn marathon since I made him come quicker than the time it takes to tie your shoelaces.
“Give me 10 minutes to get back to my post, and I’ll let you and your little friend into the basement,” he says as he shoves his cock away, adjusting it just right, and zips up his jeans, looking delirious and satisfied. I smirk, knowing how good of a job I had done. Seriously, what a bargain—for him.
His lip quirks up playfully as he meets my eyes, and he asks, “Maybe we could make this a regular thing?” He looks so hopeful with a gleam in his eyes.
Cute.
I grin at him, trying to hold back a face of utter disgust. “Don’t hold your breath,” I tell him arrogantly as I roll my eyes and adjust my sheer black long-sleeve top with a lace bra underneath that makes my boobs look perky, making sure to tuck it back into my skirt.
He huffs and shakes his head with immediate disappointment on his face before walking back into the club and angrily opening the door, rushing to get back to his security position at the popular club known as The Dungeon.
CHAPTER TWO
Everyone who attends Miami University knows about this notorious club, whether you are part of Greek life or not. It is owned by the hottest fraternity on campus, Alpha Chi. If you’re a man, even if you aren’t Greek life affiliated, you want to befriend the brothers in Alpha Chi because everyone knows they are constantly surrounded by the most beautiful women on campus. If you are a woman, you want to date a brother who is in Alpha Chi just so you can have access to the club and the outrageous parties they throw at the fraternity house. Rumor has it that they host a lingerie and boxers-only party, one of the biggest events on campus, which is a paper invitation-only affair.
It also doesn’t hurt that they have contacts for the best drugs if you’re into that sort of thing. Cocaine, weed, meth, pills,Adderall, you name it. They have the hook-up with all the best dealers around town.
Even when I was in high school, I was familiar withThe Dungeon. It was all anyone talked about because it was so forbidden for anyone underage, and the mystery surrounding it piqued people’s interest. This is the holy grail of places to be if you’re someone, especially a Miami University student. The club is exclusive; you can’t just walk up and expect to get in, even if you were to flash the bouncer a couple of hundred-dollar bills. You have to have some kind of connection. My connection tonight is the security guard I just gave a blow job to. I overheard him talking at the bookstore on campus about working there while attending school, and I promised that if he could get my friend Blair and me in, I would make it worthwhile for him. Like I said, it really doesn’t take much when you use sex to your advantage.
The club is absolutely packed tonight, considering it is the last night of ‘freedom’ if you are rushing a sorority, which I am. Fraternity and sorority rules are entirely different. I am talking about totally opposite ends of the spectrum. Fraternities essentially have no rules during the rush period, whereas sororities adhere to a strict set of them. When you are trying to join a fraternity or sorority, it is called rush week. You go to all of the different sorority and fraternity houses on campus and talk about yourself for hours on end. You are essentially trying to sell yourself and explain why you would be a good fit for their organization. It’s pretty superficial, but I’ll do anything to get in, even give one of my kidneys. So the rules are, if you are rushing a sorority, you aren’t allowed to drink alcohol, do drugs, or even be on any kind of social media; they call this being ‘dry.’ I call it pure torture. Talk about being bored to tears.
My mom was a sister at Zeta Kappa Phi, so I’m not really nervous about this entire rush experience. She has talked aboutit consistently since I started high school, preparing me to rush and expecting me to rush her sorority. She has told me multiple times that it makes your college experience infinitely better, and it’s easier to make friends and excel in classes because the chances of one of your sisters either being in the same class as you or having already taken the class are high, and they can help you.
As if I would rush anywhere else at Miami University. Zeta Kappa Phi is the best sorority on this campus. Not to sound too cocky, but I’m not unattractive either, and that helps their image, especially when it comes to wanting other women to join. My mom was even the treasurer of her sorority, so she has a lot of influence when it comes to who gets bids. As she is still heavily involved as an advisor to past, present, and future treasurers, they can vent about how hard it is, and she can explain how it works.
It is rare not to receive a bid if you have connections, but it does happen, and you have to be a complete social outcast or have an extensive juvenile record for them not to accept you. They do background checks and even go as far as checking if there is any written documentation of insubordination from the high school you attended. Like I said, they don’t just let anyone in.
Blair, who has been my best friend since the first day of sixth grade, is rushing alongside me. I still remember meeting her as if it were yesterday. On my first day of middle school, I was scared as shit to be late to one of my classes, so I decided to carry all of my books so I wouldn’t have to stop at my locker since my next class was in a completely different building. I was rushing down the hallway to my next class with my handful of books, and some asshole kid purposely bumped into me hard enough that my books scattered everywhere, and I fell to the floor. Panicking, I began crawling and picking them up while other studentsstepped all over them. Blair saw this happen from her locker, rushed over to me, pushed the guy while calling him a prick, and hurriedly helped me pick up my books.
I knew from that moment I had to be her friend, so I thanked her and immediately asked her what her name was and what her next class was. It just so happened to be where I was headed—science, which turned out to be our least favorite subject at the time. She had this charisma about her that you just gravitate toward; it really didn’t matter who you were; you were sucked into her aura. She had this effect on the girls in our school, teachers, cheer coaches, and even parents. Blair has always been fearless, while I’ve been the opposite, more observant of situations and cautious by nature.
Since that day, we’ve been attached by the hip while going through life’s milestones together, including puberty, getting braces, glasses, first dates, first kisses, losing our virginities, and we were even on the high school cheer team together.
Currently, we are roommates in an apartment off campus for just the first semester of college. Since we aren’t officially Zeta Kappa Phi sisters yet, we can’t live in the sorority house, which is ultimately our plan. As soon as the fall semester is over, we plan on moving into the sorority house and sharing one of the dorm-like rooms with an adjoining bathroom. It’s not ideal, but at least our sorority house is somewhat updated; some of them have communal bathrooms. Honestly, I wouldn’t even consider living there if that were the case with our house.
Sharing has never been one of my strong suits. Could you imagine sharing a bathroom between four girls? That would be a complete nightmare. I don't vibe with petty drama over things, such as misplacing someone’s makeup brush. Additionally, a huge rule that you have to follow when living in the house is no sleepovers with guys. They are allowed in the common area but not upstairs near the bedrooms. I heard that a sister tried tosneak her boyfriend in at night when everyone was asleep, and she was immediately kicked out. So when it comes to trying to get laid, I'm going to have to get pretty creative or hope he has a place we can go to.
But living in the house has its advantages. You find out about all of the events first and get to be involved in the planning of them, know all about the drama surrounding the executive board and other sisters before everyone else, access to the best tutors, first to place your orders with the private chef that lives in the house as well and receive the invitations to the best parties that are thrown at all of the fraternity houses before everyone else.
