Blue Ridge Community College - Main Campus

[xavierrol]

It is the first day of the summer term at Blue Ridge Community College. A perfect time for new and returning students to get registered for classes, meet up with old friends or make new ones. If you are new to BRCC, please be sure to refer to a Campus Map to get oriented.

It is a beautiful early summer day, excitement and anxiety, along with other emotions are all about. As are hormones of the young and not so young students, staff, and faculty.

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[Gorou]

Amir had been like most other college freshmen: bushy-tailed and frantic. Orientation had luckily relieved him of the most stressful things, but that didn't stop the young man from having to bust his butt. He had spent most of his morning tending to the local diner. It was an interesting mixture of older couples, interested in the early bird specials, and other college students, who had spent the previous night out on the town and looked like they had not gotten a night's rest. The diner itself wasn't too special, other than a place that had cheap, greasy food and a "1950s diner" aesthetic. After he had served the lunch crowd, he went and had his first couple of classes.

Normally after the classes he would have picked up the evening shift at the diner, but he had taken it up on himself to do more than just work and go to school. He was fairly new in town, so he didn't have many friends and family around. He had, on impulse, signed up for a local self-defense class. He didn't particularly need to learn self-defense, but figured it might have been a great way to meet new people and give him a release on his almost limitless energy. He changed into his work-out clothes, a black Depeche Mode t-shirt and athletic short-shorts with longer compression shorts. The instructor, while serious, did seem to know what he was doing. After the class had ended, Amir and the instructor, Takashi Ito, were the only ones left. Amir was organizing some notes he had made in his classes.

Amir observed as a woman, whom seemed very upset, enter the room. While the young man had not meant to, he couldn't help himself and eavesdrop. It seemed like the instructor and the woman had planned on having a date, but it seemed an emergency had happened. Jeez... poor guy. She then quickly departed. "Well, that sucks." Amir and his big mouth. He wanted to slap himself for saying such a statement. "Sorry, I couldn't help but overhear. You okay, Mr. Ito?" He asked the older gentleman with a look of sympathy. He also felt very awkward, but wasn't sure what he could say to make Takashi feel better.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Nathan listened to the hot red head without really listening. He'd heard it all before anyway, excuses and reasons from students that meant nothing and failed to excuse their actions. Instead he continued to check her out, his eyes lowering to her legs, then rising up to check out her face. Cute. Fuckable. He bet a girl like her liked a bit of rough, liked someone who took control and gave them a hard fucking.. one that some boy from her classes would be completely incapable of. Perhaps she craved being held down, while a man stuffed her tight young cunt until it was practically tearing, then finished off by fucking a load between her lips and flooding her guts with hot cum. Hell, he could almost taste her nipples right now, imagining how they would feel between his teeth as he put his hands all over her tight looking nubile body.

Finally he focused back in as she turned off the engine. "My names Officer Nathan Lake... What's yours? Anyway... It's not the job of pedestrians to dodge speeding cars, it's on you not to be speeding... and the skid marks alone will show you were doing that." he chuckled under his breath. "Anyway, I'm looking at you now... and while you might have gotten away with things in the past, by batting your eyelids and using your looks, this time it's going to be different. Licence, insurance and registration please." he said, "Oh, and have you been drinking? I might have to check that out. Anyway, the security office is this way, better just leave the car here for a while until you get checked out." he told her.

Thumbing over his shoulder he gestured to the golf cart.

"Come on, I'll give you a lift over there. You can show me your... documents... on the way." he commented. "I won't embarrass you by asking you to perform a sobriety test right here, or get you to blow anything." he grinned amiably. The sobriety test was bullshit, of course, no one could pass it even if they were stone cold sober, it was just used as an excuse to reinforce an officers suspicions and potentially stop a suspect from arguing. He wasn't particularly interested in getting her to perform that anyway, his mind was on other things.

"I think you'll find that the nicer and more compliant you are, the better things will go for you. Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you around before... you probably aren't aware of the special privileges certain students can earn themselves... I'll let you know about those as well." he finished, moving over to the cart and climbing in.

@AndNich123

 

[MsBloom]

Calliope 'Callie' Blakely​

Sabrina was easily in the top three best kissers Calliope had known in her life. There was her first kiss of course, Jo-Ann, the first that wasn't just for play. True, they had both been a bit drunk and in the end it had meant less to Jo-Ann than it had to her but it had been so good while it lasted. It had felt so right soft and inquisitive but with a passion. Then there was her first real girlfriend, Sade. She had the softest, most luscious lips and kissing her was like being eaten alive and loving it, not to mention what those same lips could do with other parts of her body. But Jo-Ann had never been anything but straight as a fir tree and Sade had moved to Benin with her dad. And Calliope had gone to Juvie. It was all in the past.

Calliope mewled with a hint of disappointment when Sabrina put her down on the bed and then pulled back rather than tearing here clothes off.
"I only had a coke, and I mean the beverage, but I may have popped som Molly," Calliope said and was soon on her feet again and putting her serious face on as Sabrina started talking business.
"I'm ready," she added but also knew that there was time for the two of them to share a joint and, hopefully, some more kissing, a bit of groping perhaps, but first business.

Calliope told Sabrina that she had her bag of over-the-counter-product (as she called it when people approached her at parties to buy without having first left an order on the work phone) with her but that she might need a refill of marijuana.
"A few joints should do. And maybe a few small bags of the other kind of coke."

Working parties like that was really her main thing and was how she had run her own business before getting caught and going to juvie. She had had very few pre-orders back then and it had taken a while for her to get used to making deliveries.

 

[AndNich123]

"Skid marks," she questioned, a smirk on her face. "The only skid mark I see here is you, and if you think I'm leaving my car right here, you're less intelligent than I thought." Once more, Iris roared the car to life and quickly pulled into an empty space. Switching it off, she grabbed the info from the glove box, put it in her purse, and climbed out, slamming the door as she did so. "And besides that, it's really unsafe to leave a vehicle in the main flow of traffic, even in a parking lot, Nathan Lake. Where did this institution find you, the local mall? Working security at the hospital on the night shift? You really seem clueless about even the basics of your own job, despite the fact that you're at a college. The epitome of irony, I suppose."

Throwing the strap over her shoulder, she paused as she got close to him. There was something about him. Perhaps the build that suggested that what lies beneath the clothing and the controlling exterior was indeed perhaps handsome was it. Maybe it was the intoxicating scent that filled her senses. It could have been the Super Cuts hairstyle he sported. Maybe it was the twinkle in his eyes from actually having the opportunity to throw his weight around and to seize of control of another. Ah yes. That was it. He was in control. He liked to be in control. A slow smile spread across her red-stained lips.

"I don't drink. Ever. Losing your parents at a young age to a drunk driver will do that to you. At a young age, I learned that if I was ever going to cause pain to someone, I would do it another way. Count on it." There was truth in her words. Anyone who knew anything of her family's past would know that. Still, she would continue that pain behind her eyes and iron exterior. Her eyes glanced over to the golf cart. Was he serious? Certainly, she had been on a golf cart before, but it was a much nicer one than this. She couldn't contain the giggle that the very thought of riding on that thing caused. "That," she asked, pointing to it. "You think I'm going to ride on that. Please. I have my standards, and that....doesn't make the cut. I'll walk. You can follow. I already know this campus like the back of my hand. I studied it. You know what a study is, right? It's that thing that if you had done more in your youth, you wouldn't be working as a rent-a-cop/failed mall cop." Giving him a slight head tilt, she walked away, starting to head in the direction of the security office. "Oh, and by the way, the name is Iris. Iris Fitzpatrick." She smiled. "Like the name of the restaurants, Fitzpatrick's. Yeah. That's my family. Top of the morning to ya," she said, her accent clearly slipping. "We love catering to the little people," she teased. "Are you making it, Lad? Right then. We'd best be making a move and hitting the road."

@Jack Stalker


Charlie slowly headed into the party. It was a scene unlike anything she had witnessed before. There were a few people dancing, drinks were flowing, and the music wasn't half bad. She felt out of place, but that wasn't going to stop her. This was part of the experience of college, and she wanted to feel it all. Her head started to move with the beat of the music. Approaching someone she had never met before, she politely asked for a drink, which they were all too happy to give her. "Thanks," she said, nodding her head. "Some party," she whispered. "Here's to my first college party," she whispered, slightly lifting the red plastic cup in a toast before taking a sip.

@anyone really. lol

 

[Jack Stalker]

Nathan had seen quite the number of girls on campus, and this one definitely fit the profile for one who could use her mouth to get into and out of trouble. He foresaw a potentially profitable and beneficial future for her, if she got with the program and realised that in this place it wasn't her wealth that would get her what she wanted, it was going to be her tight little ass and her willingness to obey an older and more experienced man.

She wasn't getting off to a good start, as she pulled her car over. He half expected her to just drive off, leaving him to check her licence plate and nail her that way, but it seemed it was a last desperate act of petulance, so he just shrugged it off. She wasn't with anyone, didn't have a friend or a posse to show off to or put on a front for... so he thought it was just ego or a stupid display of stubborn behaviour. Nonetheless she did stop and finally exited the vehicle.

Se didn't seem to have a phone in her hand either, which was unusual. Usually when students vomited verbal diarrhoea and insults at their betters, it was to get a reaction that they could post on youtube, or it was in order to incite them to strike out, so that they could instantly collapse and scream, 'police brutality'. Oddly none of that seemed to be going on here, so she really was as entitled and vacuous as she looked. Hopefully that lack of brain power would play to his advantage.

"Uh huh." he nodded, unsympathetically, to her comments about dead parents and drunk drivers. He didn't like the similarity with events in his own past, but then again it was probably bullshit. People came up with all sorts of crap to try and excuse why they just killed someone with their car because they were drunk, or, as in this case, to try and get out of being held accountable for something. She had a way out, sure, but this wasn't going to be it. "Interesting story, but I'll still have to check you out." he shrugged.

As she continued to babble about something, he caught a message over his radio, pausing to answer it he gave a scowl. "Okay, what did you say... Irish? Iris? It's your lucky day. I'll run your plates and check your name out later, try not to run anyone over in the meantime... I've got something more important to deal with." he slipped the cart into gear, turned it around and took off in the opposite direction, still responding to messages coming in over the radio.

To Elsewhere...

@AndNich123

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[BennyQ]

Sabrina Perez​

@MsBloom

Calliope was just tweaking off molly, no drinks. Yet. The young woman though was focused and had her game face on, as Sabrina got down to business. She grabbed a small duffel and began to laden it with the various bags of products. Hopefully they could get all this work done in the first hour and just coast along the rest of the night with drinks, music, and some dancing.

”There’s some coconut Ciroc in the fridge. We can do a few shots, and light up a joint, then head out.” Sabrina said, as she zipped up the bag and moved to the common area of her dorm. She put the work phone on the counter if Calliope wanted to familiarize herself with some of the clients and orders and they could divvy up some product as well.

Sabrina had shot glasses but didn’t bother. Her and Calliope had a history of sharing. There was no shame, as Sabrina popped open the vodka, swigged from it directly, and passed it off to her partner. Afterwards, they moved by the window of the dorm, Sabrina throwing it wide open, so they could sit and spark up a joint, blowing the smoke out of the room. A combination of incense candles and no small amount of Febreze kept the stench out of the place.

”I hope the beats are good at this party. People come from all over the country with their different tastes. Some of it’s good. Some of it is some whack ass shit.” Sabrina mused, as she passed the joint to Calliope. ”You plan to get down tonight or you keeping it chill?” She asked, inquiring how hard Calliope might go. Until black out or just a good buzz? Sabrina used to be hardcore, racing for the black out intoxications but lately, she had been keeping it chill. Maybe once in a blue moon she’d ramp it up to an eleven or so.

When the joint was smoked, they could do one last shot, and head out the door. ”Ready? Let’s roll.” Sabrina said, leading Calliope out, bag over her shoulder, locking the door behind her and getting on the phone to let her customers know she was on the way. And then the real party could start when she and Calliope rolled up. A short walk across campus and they were at House Vries, music lively and a throng of people already stuck in with the booze, flirtations, games, and soon-to-be addition of drugs.