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Keith Logan
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- Feb 26, 2022
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Mark raised an eyebrow as Aliyah brushed him aside when he suggested that she left her number behind. He honestly hadn't expected that. The man wasn't often met with rejections. So when Aliyah shunned him, he was actually stumped for a couple of seconds. Not only was he rejected, but he got rejected by a freshman initiate! And that in turn, spurred Mark into wanting to try harder. The idea of chasing a girl so fine and seemingly defiant like Aliyah, would bring the sort of adrenaline rush to men like him. Her experiences with Roderick and Bentley, though brief, had provided her with some new found knowledge of how men generally worked. Though there was still much to learn, she seemed to be able to pick up the scrambled puzzle and then piecing them together to figure out how the cogwheels of the opposite gender worked. And in Mark, she seemed to have read his game to a certain extent. It was a bit of a tug of war however, as Mark delighted in the fact that his groping was eliciting strong reactions out of Aliyah, judging from the way she uncontrollably dug her nails into his thigh. Just the satisfaction of seeing her in her moment of weakness, he figured was worth the pain. But it seemed Aliyah was out for his blood. It was admittedly quite uncomfortable for the captain, when he felt the girl bite down on his digits. It reminded him of his one year old nephew, who loved grabbing hold of his fingers, only to munch down hard on it. The power behind her bite was threading a fine line, so much so that he couldn't tell if it was actually pain that he was feeling. Whatever it was, it was enough to make him flinch. But being the man that he was, he held steadfast, not wanting to let the girl feeling like she was getting to him. He ended up giving Aliyah a forced smile, as much as he tried to make it seem like everything was alright. "Tastes like sun tan lotion to me." "I don't think I would like it here. This chair doesn't seem to be very comfy." Mark snorted. "You are some girl, aren't you?" The captain was more amused than he was annoyed, for his ego wasn't exactly as wavering in a way that Bentley was. Plus, he could see the humour in it, and in general, saw that there wasn't a need to take life too seriously. The captain didn't have a lot of time to dwell on 15's responses, as by the time he handed over the sum of $500, Aliyah had begun taking the initiative to pounce upon him. "You call that a kiss?" "If you're going to demand I kiss and tell, at least kiss me right." Gold digger. It was easy for some of the nearest observers to interpret the scene that just transpired, as that. The culture of judgement and toxicity meant that people were always going to be prone to making false assumptions, based on what little they knew of the people that were involved. And not many people truly knew Aliyah for who she was. For Mark, he didn't so much care whether she initiated the kiss because of the draw of money, or that she was simply trying to prove that she was going to excel in Hell's week. All that mattered to him, was that it was $500 well spent. The passionate exchange lasted for barely two minutes. But he soaked in all that he could. His hands, reciprocating by giving her butt frame really tight squeezes, nails digging into them as a returning favour for the marks she had left on his thigh just moments earlier. His hands would occasionally roam, once again, savouring the touch of the hour glass frame of hers. When she finally pulled away from the kiss to begin telling him of her hypothetical plans for him, his face was that of astonishment. Never had he come across, nor expected an initiate, who was as gutsy as the one that was sat on his lap. By the time she was done, he leaned in towards one side of her neck to pepper a line of kisses along the stretch of it. 
"I bet she is." Victoria chimed in. Her voice pierced through the air out of nowhere. She must have been listening in to the exchange for quite a while. She turned a 90 degrees and gestured for the pair to look towards a wide stage screen located at the opposite side of the pool. The next moment, the projection came on, as the scene of Aliyah's tryst that fateful night with the four lads from the rugby team, was put on display for the entertainment of all that was in the vicinity. 
"You can't! The others are watching, a-and I really do have a boyfriend!" "No, he would never dare. But… you're right, this stays between us, and them." "I haven't ever… done anything in front of someone else before." "Oh God." "Yes, yes I do, but I want more, please." The clip consisted of her act by the sofa, before she was being dragged to the neon-lit tables. Aliyah's latest semi-whispering exchange with Roderick was inaudible to the rest of the guys behind them that night. But it had been picked up the recording device that captured the clip, albeit slightly muffled. Based on the camera angle, it was taken from just around the bend, close to where Roderick was dry humping her by the table. And what a stark contrast Aliyah looked to be that very night, as opposed to the present morning's version of her. Aliyah's dirty secret was out. Her consolation, was that the phones of all guys were taken away from them prior to stepping into the interior space, for the reason of protecting the modesty of the girls from being leaked out of the ACO premise, and not risk putting themselves under the media spotlight. And while oblivious to the rest, Victoria made it a point to hold on to the only copy of the clip, which meant that the value of the clip - the only clip that contained the actual evidence - was retained. "Our dear 15, can be won over." "Despite the fact that she's... already taken." "She's pretty willing, even eager, as you can see, Captain." "My role is to provide you boys the opportunity to court some of our girls." "But, at the end of the day, it is you boys that need to step up when it matters." "Unfortunately, our 15 has got some very refined taste in men. You do, don't you, 15?" "And Mark, it seems like you haven't quite met her bar." Victoria turned to Aliyah with a smile. The irony, was that she was siding her through the mockery. Aliyah was still pretty much in the dark as to how the video even existed in the first place. On certain shots, it could be seen that whoever who was filming the scene, had on multiple occasions, tried to dodge and hide behind the wall, whenever one of the lads seemed like they were going to be looking towards the camera's direction. It would be safe to say that whoever who filmed Ali, probably wasn't in cahoots with the boys. "Is that right, 15?" "You let those guys fucked you despite already having yourself a lover boy?" Mark didn't so much take it as an ego bruiser. If they had met in a different circumstance, he might have been more motivated to give chase to the girl. But time was running out. And Mark and the boys would be on a domestic flight back to their home university later in the evening. Judging by the restrictions he had to be dealing with, coupled with the minutes ticking down the clock, it seemed unlikely that he could win over the rather stubborn girl. Instead, he figured that the best way he could milk the girl, would be to just do what boys were meant to do on a trip like that to the ACO - fuck around with them. "Not an exhibitionist, you say?" Mark pushed Aliyah back up onto her feet, one hand wrapped around her shoulders to pirouette her around and face the frontal crowd once more. His other free hand slip down to pry her legs wider apart, only to then scoop up an unmistakable massive amount of her own viscous produce. "But she's fucking drenched, everyone." He smirked, wiggling his fingers around to showcase the many various strings of her sacred nectar. "You're fucking turned on, aren't you?" Mark, then recklessly smacked another stack of two $100 bills against one side of her facial cheek condescendingly, blatantly suggesting that her answer had just been paid for, and a satisfactory due reply was expected. He then tossed it to the floor however, expecting 15 to pick them up for herself... once he was done messing around with her. 
That zipped the president's lips instantly. It seemed like rules could be broken... as long as the price was right. "Do you wish to cum, 15?" The captain taunted with a tease, while the strength of his finger work never relented for even a second, the sounds of her wetness slushing to the assault could be heard obscenely loud. "Also, you must be really thirsty from the heat." He grabbed a handful of Aliyah's hair, and yanked her down until her lips were by the length of his shaft. He thrusted his pelvis, and before she knew, the 6'2 was bolted into her mouth. "Work for your beverage, 15." Mark smirked. There was no point in playing Mr. Nice at this point, especially since 15 was the one who started the aggression. And no one else around seemed to be intervening. Instead, all eyes were on the ongoing spectacle, with the periodical cheers coming off from some of the other Harvard boys. |
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