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Not So Snow White (Mr Quixotic & Aurelia)

Although Preston was curious, and all sorts of scenarios had run through his mind, from where Sofia had obtained the bracelet wasn't the man's greatest concern. Nor how, and if he were to be honest, Mr Henry would be content to never to discover that information, as the scenarios he'd envisaged had included unspeakable acts being committed with Stuart Thomson and Hunter Forsythe. Fortunately, his visions hadn't incorporated both simultaneously as that truly would have made him ill, however, he still struggled with the green monster of jealousy when imagining her with another man. Or, in Stuart’s case, boy. All the more reason to take them down.

That internal unease was settled somewhat by her gift of the bracelet, and the fact he'd been her first choice to attend which caused his grin to shine ever more brightly; then again, it wasn't as if she could ask Hunter to attend, and there's no need to invite Stuart, as a member of Delta Tau Chi already, so possibly I’m third choice? Oh shut up, Preston!; and issue the offer of a date. Or was Saturday night a date, and that'd be their second? The man's countenance took on an expression of momentary confusion before he was distracted by the entrance of Stephen and Doug, appraising them before returning his focus to Sofia.

His eyes remained on her face when he asked his question - it was difficult to drag them away - and his expression crinkled with friendliness and openness, although his brain ticked over, prepared to evaluate the information and attempt to locate where it fitted as a piece in the jigsaw puzzle of his investigation. A couple of heads shot up to see the source of the noise when the blonde-haired man emitted a booming laugh as she responded, reached out to tap Sofia's arm, and winked in a gesture of camaraderie. "Don't worry, I must be the only College Student in the entire Country who's never tried it. Makes me feel a bit of an idiot, to be honest, but I promise, I’m not really such a boring straight arrow with everything."

Sex, he really meant, and hoped that Sofia wouldn't consider him some sort of prude, who only enjoyed the missionary position with the lights out. Though, then he realized that type of thinking could be getting a little ahead of himself, shook his head to clear the thoughts from his mind, and darted his eyes to Stuart and Doug. "Its's a deal, you protect me, I'll protect you, and what happens at the party, remains at the party."

His attention shifted back to Sofia as he reluctantly moved his touch from her arm, shot her a smile, and accompanied it with a wiggle of the eyebrows. "I tend to giggle myself; or worse, make a fool of himself after a few too many beers, although, fortunately, they generally wiped out his next day memories as well; and I agree it does apply to most girls, though not all. Some of them become.” Preston's gaze once again darted to the trio near the front, and in particular, the student seated between the Delta Tau Chi Fraternity leaders, as the guys stood, and 'sl' slipped from his lips before he swiftly changed course, not wanting to use the slut word in front of Sofia. He instead indicated Misty with a nod of the head. "Like her."

It was at that precise moment that Stephen and Doug simultaneously craned their necks to peer in his and the raven-haired girls direction, glancing briefly at Preston before they moved on to drink in Sofia with their eyes. "Misogynistic creeps," the young man whispered, sending them a death glare. "Never see one without the other, I think they're joined at the hip. Why girls sleep with guys like that, I'll never understand." He continued to watch them ogle Sofia with undisguised sexual interest as they walked, in perfect unison, backwards from the room, then shrugged at Sofia when the duo disappeared from view. "What time Saturday night, and shall I come collect you in a horse-drawn carriage?" The gleaming, white-toothed grin had re-emerged.
 
The laugh had came first, and foremost, a surprise. Her brows raising before she was grinning away at the all to attractive features lit up across the man's face to his answer of what she had tried in her past endeavors. Least he didn't think her completely in the wrong, and if anything, lifted her spirits with his own self put down on what hadn't happened to him thus far. He was too sweet. Apparently not locked down by anyone else, sweet, at that. A thought that had her wondering just then why. It wouldn't have been a mystery if he had a shitty personality or something, surely; not that that always accounted for much. The two little shits in her class currently being a prime example of just how nice guys always, oddly, seemed to finish last. Apparently getting treated like trash was a plus to most? Sofia probably would never understand that one.

Words of protecting her though, now that was something Sofia could understand as her smile lifted even more and she felt the warmth in her chest at just the fact he seemed so easy to go along. Just too sweet. Like some sort of freshly baked pie, or caramel on an apple.

So her laugh escaped, after his, more at the tingle of the touch to her arm, her head bobbing up and down with a firm confirmation that they would let the party happen, help each other, and then let bygones be bygones. It sounded all simple enough. To simple. And in those few fleeting moments, it was a good thought that this would all work out for the best. However, she couldn't catch such luck, her eyes almost automatically drifting with his towards the little pow wow up front. Her face holding steady as the boys clearly were looking her over.

A move she was used to, never really wanted, but was used to. Clear on their intent and just what probably foretold in her future so blatantly. She hadn't even heard Preston's first bit of pointing the girl out, or his mutter of insult to them. The next part did come in bits and pieces and all she could do was finally let the men leave, her subconscious hiding any ill thoughts as she was brought back towards the much better man beside her. His smile contagious along with his words in the best of ways. "I think the party starts at nine, so we can arrive a little after." Blend in, is more what she was offering. But she gave a soft laugh to his other part in her answer. "But I don't think a carriage of any sort is needed. It's not some ball."

With a roll of her eyes, but the grin still on her face, she glanced ahead, straightening herself as the professor seemed much more pleased that his class was uninterrupted now and he could continue. Sofia giving just a last minute glance over, writing her dorm number upon a rip of paper with her number and sliding it over to him, before looking back ahead to try and start taking in the class. A task that proved much harder this go around with Preston Henry seated right beside her, and the thought of just what she was going to wear to such a party resting in her mind.

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"I look like a slut."

A laugh came from the Asian girl sitting on the bed beside her, as Sofia White stood right in front of the full length mirror, assessing the damage, as it were. From her dark locks let down as usual, the slightly heavier makeup drawing her eyes to have the amber tones stick out right along with the almost whoreish feeling red lining the already plump lips. A skirt had been the first option but Sofia had declined that almost to easily, so was now instead in some shorts that clearly would show a bit of her ass cheeks if she was to bend to far, however, that had nothing on the flowy, off yellow halter top, that cut just at her belly button, making the girl a bit uncomfortable. Her toes wiggled in the flip flops, unsure still about everything as she kept staring and her friend tried to assure her she looked fine.

"You could be in a tube top and skirt. Think of this as conservative for those parties." Liana stated easily. And she had a point. "Besides, why the hell you going to one of those things anyway?"

Sofia blew out a sigh, dropping her shoulders as her eye fell to the cross rested, oddly, right against the large amount of skin showing on her chest. "I have to... I made a promise."

"You sound so thrilled."

"Let's not start." Sofia scoffed out, glancing over to the female before back once more into the mirror. She couldn't, and probably wouldn't ever, tell Liana what was happening. She would never pull the girl into her suddenly dark and spiraling world if not needed. She was too sweet, much like the Preston that she had already accidentally moved a bit further into it then needed. But tonight was all, was what she kept telling herself. The party would happen, and if he didn't some how absolutely hate her after whatever went down, they could keep up contact after that. But she would do her best after this to keep the current male that had quite a bit of her attention, away from any more drama that was bound to pop up.

A deep breath drew in, one more up and down of herself in the mirror in some sort of vanity issue, she was sure, before her eyes came back over to her friend with a half smile. "Well then, wish me luck."

"Use condoms." Liana grinned.

"Ugh..." Sofia rolled her eyes and turned toward her dresser in utter disgust at even the thought of sleeping with anyone, expect maybe Preston. She blinked that thought way to quickly away. Waaay ahead of yourself. Beyond ahead of yourself, probably. Reaching over to grab her phone resting by the bracelet, she shoved the piece of equipment into her back pocket, not aware the roommate had moved up behind her and was quickly shoving a couple of her own condoms into her free back pocket. A gasp escaping at the surprise of the touch, wheeling her around as Liana gave an impish grin and backed up. Too sweet her ass, apparently. Sofia narrowing her eyes, raising a hand to get ready to point and speak when the knock at their door happened. Both girls gaze looking before meeting back, Liana's smile already growing.

Sofia shooed at her face before turning, finding the door's handle and swinging it open to greet her date; that's what he was... right?; with a smile.
 
Even though the grin had resurfaced, a little heat still roiled within Prince when the two students departed. How dare they look at Sophia like a piece of meat, and for one of the few times since he'd placed at the College, Preston despised the cover he'd been provided with. However, blowing it by confronting Stephen and Doug would destroy his career, so he had to just sit there, smiling, and pretending to be the All-American perfect, conscientious and polite man his superiors had directed him to be.

When had this case gotten so damn complicated?, Preston wondered, as teeth gleamed under the fluorescent lights and blue eyes shone on Sofia. Since he'd met her, was the answer. What was worse, was that if Preston had learned anything at College it was that virtually all girls were attracted to the bad-boy type, even if they refused to admit it, and it took each a while to differentiate between a true 'bad-boy', of which there very few, and 'total asshole', of which there was an abundance. Sofia wasn't one of those girls, was she? No, she was too intelligent, however maybe he shouldn't drink or sample the illegal substances at the party after all. But then, if he didn't, he'd be certain to attract attention.

Preston was glad when the Professor commenced speaking again, and he and Sofia, eager students they were, ceased their chat to listen.

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What to wear, what to wear? It wasn't only women who struggled with that question, and Preston first tried on a pair of black slacks, and the best dress shirt he owned - a fancy little white and orange number - and checked himself out in the mirror. Too much. He growled at himself, realising how much he'd stand out in the throng of party animals who'd be at the Delta Tau Chi residence, so quickly threw them off, and rummaged through the wardrobe. Shorts and flip-flops? No, too casual, and might cause Sofia to think he didn't consider her worth any effort.

Eventually, after forty-five minutes or so, Preston decided on simply a pair of jeans, paired with an open-necked, collarless gray shirt that formed to his body, and displayed his physique without being too obvious about it, then combed his hair until not a strand was out of placed, brushed his perfect teeth, sprayed on deodorant, splashed on cologne, and departed his dorm.

When he arrived at Sofia's, and knocked on the door, and waited for it to be answered, the first thing he noted was the sound of giggling inside. He'd never met her room-mate, but he knew all about her, and as the door opened, he reminded himself, if she were to answer, not to greet her by name. That might appear a little stalkerish if Sofia caught on, and asked how he'd known it.

He soon found he hadn't needed to concern himself with that, when greeted with a shock of raven-hair, and Sofia's gorgeous features. The young man emitted a whistle, and his gaze swiftly drifted down to take in her attire, causing Preston to unconsciously lick his lips at the view of skin on display. Then he realised he stared, and pulled his attention back to her face. "No horse-drawn carriage, as requested," he grinned before he was distracted by a head popping over Sofia's shoulder.

"So, this is your date? Cute." Liana winked at Preston, and grabbed hold of Sofia's arm. "Don't forget those gifts I gave you. If you're not going to use them, then bring him back here, and I will. Now, I don't want to see you until the morning. In fact." She glanced at Preston again, and appraised him with a mischievous smile, "I don't want to see you the entire weekend," then issued a slap to Sofia's butt, and pushed her out the door. "GO. Have fun."

"What was that all about?" Preston's eyes widened in confusion before his expression changed to slight embarrassment when he finally caught on and held out his arm for her to take, leaving the question hanging in the air.

Ten minutes later, they'd crossed the campus, and from there didn't require directions to the Delta Tau Chi residence. All they had to do was follow the jocks and college sluts, including most of the cheerleading team - Hunter would be pleased - who lined the street, and the sound of booming music from a house ten doors down.

"Ready for this?" Preston whispered to Sofia as he appraised the girls, whose attire, with panties on display and tits hanging out of their halters, made Sofia's choice appear almost nun-like, and guys, who carried kegs of beer on their shoulders, then turned his focus to Stuart Thomson, seated at a little table just inside the front-gate, collecting an ever-growing number of yellow wristbands. Curiously, the boy's eyes immediately averted, and his cheeks turned a bright-shade of red, when he noted Sofia.
 
While the smile may have started as something she easily pushed upon herself when answering, soon as she had seen Preston's face, it lit to something much more natural. The whistle alone allowing a soft laugh to escape before she waved her hand at him as if saying 'stop it'. It was a nice gesture, but she really should have been the one whistling. Out of all the girls on campus and he had went to her? Well that was something Sofia wasn't sure about, unless he merely was using her to get into the party. Shaking those thoughts, however, she figured it pointless to think about it now. She had a new mission on her hands and as sad as it was to think about, all she could really want was to finish it and come curl up in bed once more.

That and Liana had her glancing over to her roommate with a quick, silent, look of berating soon as the words were flowing from her lips. The smack to her behind giving her all she needed to wave a finger before stepping out and letting the subject drop for the time being. That little brat hadn't heard the last of her if she had anything to say about it. A scoff drawing at Preston's question suddenly to just what she was thinking over.

Her lips parting but choosing to just snap back closed. It seemed with the rather adorable look pressing over his face, he had figured out just whatever Liana wanted to hint at... Not that she was very smooth with hinting as it were. So the raven haired girl took his arm and started with him. Her breathing seemed to stay calm as they made their way quickly over, everything was going fine. Then she began to feel it, the quickening pace of her heart hidden behind the halter covered chest, pounding a bit higher tempo when the house appeared before her. A few faces seemed rather familiar, but otherwise it looked like just the random of hottest kids were invited in.

"Ready as I'll ever be..." Sofia was able to mutter out, not sure if she was entirely answering to him, or what may come her way that night. While Preston may have just been there for his own collage experience of fun, this was serious work for Sofia, and she couldn't have herself just liking the bit of attention the male was giving her, to screw it up. So even as the couple, or whatever they were at the moment, walked up to the table, Sofia could only lace up her best smile when she spotted Stuart. Even as her stomach twisted and her images flashed off him calling her such degrading names like a dog. Served him right to break eye contact as far as Sofia was concerned. Maybe she had a bit more of her mother in her then she thought... But she pushed those thoughts as her hand came up to mess with the cross resting on her chest. Giving it a fidget with her fingers in almost nervousness, but more to twist the battery on, on the back of the golden jewelry.

She pressed on though, when they approached him. A temptation so bad there to tease towards the poor guy. It was kept at bay as she stepped merely closer to Preston, clinging to his arm as if he were the best piece to play arm candy to instead. Tossing her band at him with wink before Preston would be able to see and giving out a simple, "Thanks." Giving her male companion time to drop his off, before pulling him along with her into the house without a second look.

Music pumped into her ears, down her spine and into her feet with just a few seconds in. It was already turning into the madness she had heard about and things were just getting started. To think this is really what people did in their free time upon school grounds was beyond her. Or that the school allowed it, really. A guy passed by, giving a wink before moving on, waving a hand to some guys he must have known. Sofia felt as if she had instinctively moved closer towards Preston, if only so not to get parted from him. Sadly, her eyes were already looking for the two boys from the other day. Regardless of if she would see them or not, it wouldn't matter if she had the blonde beside her dragging along. So she went with her next step. Drinks.

Turning, she pivoted her feet carefully to follow towards a man with a keg. A good start. "Let's get some drinks, yea?" She asked a bit louder then normal, glancing up to her date of sorts, so he could hear her clearly. Then grasped to his hand with a playful smile to try and make the tug of his body a bit easier while she was already starting towards the kitchen, where the smell of pot was already starting to linger out into the home.

A part felt this night was already going to get out of hand, she just hoped it wasn't going to be too awful when it was all said and done.
 
Preston sensed what felt like nervousness emanating from Sofia when she responded, and put it down to this being her first invitation to one of the legendary Frat parties, and the requirement to spend the night with a crowd that she normally wouldn't associate with. Fortunately, she had her Prince to protect her, and he kept close to the raven-haired girl as as they weaved their way through their fellow-students, consciously holding the gaze of those jocks and groups of males who stared at her for a moment too long, until they looked away. And, it wasn't just the guys who stared, but some of the girls as well. At both him, and the woman on his arm, either in jealousy of her attractiveness, or in mockery of the fact that she wasn't dressed like an easy slut, out looking for nothing more than to be able to boast she'd been laid by one of the football team, as they were. Sofia was better than that.

Neither was she the only nervous one, he soon discovered, and his brow furrowed when they met Stuart at the gate, at the way the young man acted. Preston imagined he saw the boy's legs slightly tremble as he shrank down in his seat, and crossed one leg over another, but the blonde-haired man didn't have much time to contemplate the reasons behind the kid's demeanour, before his yellow wristband landed next to Sofia's, and she pulled him through the door. Immediately they were assaulted by a mass of writhing bodies, music blaring throughout the lower floor, loud enough to cause the floor and walls to vibrate, and the sweet smell of marijuana.

"Damn." Preston coughed, then shrugged at Sofia, his immediate concerns forgotten when she tugged him closer and he felt her soft, warm body against his. "A drink sounds good." When they entered the kitchen, it was filled with mostly jocks, who stood around a smiling, brown-haired male, approximately twenty years of age, with broad shoulders, and the dazzling green eyes and chiseled good looks of a Hollywood film star; joint hanging out one corner of his mouth, tapping a keg, and handing out plastic mugs of beer. Preston turned to Sofia, and raised a brow, as if to ask if she knew who he was, but the question was answered by the stranger himself.

"Well, hello there. Don't believe I've seen you at one of these events before." The brown-haired male handed off two mugs to a couple of the guys, then beamed at Sofia. "I'm Harry Houlihan, but most people call me Happy. Don't ask why." He flicked her a wink, then tapped a cup, and offered it to her, before he did the same for Preston, sans the wink, just as a blonde female student, attired in a ruffled white skirt that displayed her ass cheeks, and a barely-there halter top, sidled up to him, placed her hand on his chest, and slurred.

"Hey, Harry, you gonna make me happy tonight, I never done it with an audience."

"Oh shit." Preston winced, and stared at his raven-haired companion, with a look of concern pasted across his features. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."

"Come on, boy, lighten up," Harry laughed in response as he wrapped his arm around the woman's shoulder, and, simultaneously, slipped the joint from his mouth and stuck it between Preston's parted lips, whose eyes immediately began to water as he inhaled, and smoke trickled its way down his throat.

A moment later, things worsened further, for as the blonde suffered a coughing fit that had him bent over and gasping for breath, Steve and Doug, who'd been watching the scene unfold from the entrance way, walked in, smirked at Sofia, and then, in unison, rolled their eyes at Preston. Of course, both had known she was to attend, from the guest list provided by Stuart, and as they'd previously double-teamed every other hot girl present, there were no prizes for guessing, in collusion with Happy Houlihan, who was the target of their next conquest.

"Get the man another beer."

Doug chuckled as he clapped the doubled-over Preston on the back, and appraised Sofia, "Glad you could make it, and I hope you're not a prude like your boyfriend. This party's just getting started," before he turned to Harry.

"Got the gear, buddy?"

Happy nodded in acquiescence, unwrapped his arm from around the young woman, and poured two fresh cups; this time, lacing Preston's with a shot of vodka; and left them beside the young male and Sofia as he followed the other two from the kitchen. "Enjoy."

That was when Sofia's date, completely oblivious to all that had gone on around him since the coughing fit commenced, finally recovered enough to be able to stand up straight, and, with face red and eyes still watering, shot his companion an embarrassed smile. "So, um, shall we go dance or something?" Then, not knowing what else to do with it, he offered her the joint, and downed the first beer in one gulp, in order to parch his scorched throat.
 
Not quite sure if it was the mass flood to the sense or the actual relaxed feel of everything pumping around, but Sofia soon enough found herself easing down in nerves for the passing moment. Maybe because she was getting off track while making their way into the kitchen, when she should have purposefully been keeping her eyes peeled for the two boys she would have to come in contact with at some point in the night. It was a nice thought to think that this really could be some college experience, hang out with Preston before heading back perhaps a bit drunk and stumbling, and try to deal with the boys later. As it was, luck never seemed to play in her favor and Sofia knew soon as her eyes landed towards a charismatic smile of another male, the night was just beginning.

Taking the plastic cup with a smile, she let herself remain silent as he seemed pleasant enough in the terms of introductions, but the obvious antics behind that charming attitude were clear soon as another female joined in as if talking about the weather. Her teeth clenching while her brows furrowed and she gave a quick side glance up towards Preston in almost mirrored response to what he was saying. An audience? She really couldn't be serious could she? Clearly she was, and in the next few motions it was made clear that this was all some crazy good time for everyone involved, all willing to lighten up anyone joining. Including her partner for the night.

While not one for pressuring others, she couldn't help but let out a sudden soft laugh to the coughing fit Harry had induced unto Preston. Concern was there but she was giving a bright smile as her hand found a rest on his back. "You okay?" But her words were cut off form the next voice, amber eyes raising and quickly catching those of Doug and Steve's. Her chest clenching in hopes that she would find them, but not this soon. Granted, the place wasn't huge but it certainly should have given a chase in sorts of the game, or maybe it was merely hopeful thoughts that she could have went back to the Dean and told him it had merely been a bust that night. However, she found herself stumbling anyway in words of response to Doug before merely giving a smile despite it holding a huge uncertainty. It didn't mean she wasn't paying attention towards the slight chat, her stomach twisting in realizing that if it was going anyway it looked, Harry would be on her investigating list if the two clearly attached to the hip weren't enough for Hunter.

Goddamnit all... Preston was straightening up and her concern was squelched for the time as she saw his face and couldn't help but take her own drink and give out a stumbling laugh. The usually quite composed male looking all to flustered was to amusing and while her eyes dropped to the joint in only a passing thought; she nodded and took it before slowly taking a hit, much easier then his first quick inhale. She would need this if the night was going to go in, well, any direction at this point. Giving her own cough despite herself, she blew out smoke to the side and took a quick sip of her beer, wincing in the rather overwhelming concoction of it all for someone who never did these things. She'd have to watch herself from then on if she wanted to keep a sound mind.

"Sure... you'll just get to see how bad of a dancer I am." she laughed out once more, glancing around and then handing the joint towards another male who shot her a nod and grin while taking it and went off to refill his drink. They really had no cares around here it seemed and despite knowing it should be that way, Sofia still found it strange that everyone was so trusting around here. Not that she was going to worry about it as she was already gulping down a good more chunk of her drink and was nodding her head out towards the living room where dancing bodies and music was much more prominent.

After she had snatched up the two drinks that had been poured for them, being a bit hypocritical in taking things from strangers. She never said she was perfect, and she would need it if they were going to actually dance.

Not that it appeared it would really matter as she held out Preston's new laced cup and tried to dodge around the throngs of people clearly more amped up then they soundly should have been for something so simple as a frat party; at least to Sofia. Thankfully, to her, and to others, the first chugged drink, hit of a joint, and a sip to begin her next cup, was already lowering her to a more relaxed state instead of the heavy study buddy image she usually maintained. Her eyes danced around in looks of Steve and Doug but her hips were already swaying to the tune of the pop remix starting to pound through the house's sound system. No use yet, but her attention fully turned back towards her date of the night with a bright look. No worries, she tried to assume, best to play his side of the night and enjoy his company. So her finger curled at him as her body wiggled with the beat for a split second before a laugh burst out to interrupt her movements.

Good god, this was going to be the last drink for the night... and the last frat party she ever attended, that, she was sure of.
 
Preston sensed the jock's gazes, and once his vision cleared, witnessed the smiles and mockery on their faces, elicited by his reaction to the marijuana. Damn, how he wished he could whip out his police identification, and slam each of the egotistical, drug-addled fucks against the wall, cuff the bastards, and march them off to the station. However, that was impossible as it would compromise his mission to discover the identity of Mr Big.

Therefore, he'd need to continue to act the good little fair-haired, blue-eyed boy that had become his fake persona, and take their jokes and opinions without retribution. That they'd receive their comeuppance in due course, was all the man could console him with as his gaze landed on Sofia. Or maybe not just that, but also the fact that this gorgeous woman, who none of them would stand a chance with, accompanied him by choice. The undercover cop had completely missed the way the two frat leaders had drunk his date in with their eyes, and their obvious intentions.

"I wager I'm just as bad, so we could be a good match." Preston met Sofia's smile with his own, and attempted to keep the surprise from his expression as she offhandedly puffed on the joint. When she exhaled, he lurched back to avoid the stream of smoke, as the tokes he'd taken had already affected his health-conscious constitution. And his balance. Prince was glad that she'd collected the drinks rather than him, when the first step towards the kitchen exit brought along with it a stumble. Followed by a giggle. Where had that come from?"

No matter. Prince felt more content each passing second, and didn't notice the addition of vodka when he took the proffered drink from Sofia, and gulped the beer. His throat remained parched, and his thoughts scattered, so some exercise would assist to clear his head; it always worked on his morning run; and a dance was just the thing. For some reason, after they stopped in the middle of floor, and he searched for somewhere to place his drink, before deciding to finish it and drop the plastic cup on the floor, as all the other party-goers were doing, Sofia's raven hair was more radiant than usual, and her eyes shone as bright as polished diamonds. That elicited more giggles from Prince and as she began to move in time with the music, he placed a hand on her hip. More to stay upright than anything else.

"Damn, you're adorable. Like a Princess in a Fairy-Tale." He uttered the whispered words before he was aware they were coming, and when they were out, swiftly averted his eyes in embarrassment. An action he immediately regretted when his vision was consumed by a smorgasbord of bare flesh, jiggling tits, and gyrating asses, and he feared that Sofia might presume he intentionally stared at them. Paranoia was creeping in. Another jerk of his neck, and his gaze landed on a girl on her knees in a darkened corner with head bobbing up and down, and a hand hooked in the hair at the nape of her neck. Shit, can't let Sofia see that.

His body had a mind of its own, and naturally met Sofia's rhythm, or at least that's what Prince thought, although his movements would have been considered uncoordinated and clumsy by outsiders. With what he believed to be grace, he initiated a pirouette. "Sorry." Preston released another series of giggles as their feet became tangled, and he almost knocked her to the ground. Just then, a jock walked past with a tray of drinks for his friends, the number of which swiftly lessened by one, and a moment later, the emptied plastic cup joined Preston's other on the carpet.

How long they danced for, the man wasn't aware, for time didn't exist. It could have been five minutes, or three hours. All he was cognisant of was that it had sure made him dizzy, and he wasn't upset to be suddenly interrupted. "Mind if I cut in?" A smiling Doug Rawlins stood opposite and winked at Sofia, before refocusing on her companion. As Preston opened his mouth to respond, the Frat Leader deftly dropped a green pill onto the blonde's tongue, slapped him on the back to force it to be swallowed, and manoeuvred Preston around to be engaged in conversation by Harry Houlihan.

"Shall we dance?" Doug beamed at Sofia, not providing the raven-haired girl any real choice when he then planted a hand on her butt, pressed his hips to hers, and teasingly dangled a green pill in front of her eyes. "I''ll give you one of these." And that wasn't all he planned to give her as, from vast experience, the man had learned that the provision of free illicit substances was a guaranteed way for he and Steve to have pretty much any college girl drop her panties for the dynamic duo.
 
Despite all the pinpoint direction in her upbringing, the dieting, the sports, slight singing lessons; Sofia really hadn't been lying when she said she was a bad dancer. Stepping on toes, only able to sway her hips in a bit of matched beat at best, and barley able to do much with her hands, well, drinking didn't make her anything short of a hot mess either. Thankfully, it appeared it wouldn't matter as Preston had taken his own potshot towards himself and was easily pulled into her while leading into what could barley be called a dance floor. From the odd grinding and hip thrusting upon one another as the sounds bass pounded through the house, their dancing seemed anything but really risky. And she wasn't sure if it was the drinks at this point or their actual lack of skill combined.

It didn't seem to fully matter as the smile couldn't be wiped from her face. The giggles she saw and barley heard escaping from his mouth were almost too cute for words and she really was trying her best to not laugh at him but much more with him. He hadn't been lying when he had said drinking defiantly wasn't his strong suit and if she hadn't been sweet on him before, well, it was growing quickly now. Who couldn't though? And perhaps the effects of everything were already hitting her, to much of a goody two shoes to have built any resemblance of a tolerance to what was happening. She wasn't gone but the much more relaxed feeling was taking over. Plus who could pass up the compliments Preston was offering her? Okay, so maybe her second drink she was trying to nurse a bit slower was helping push it all to the edge.

She probably should have been a bit more concerned and paying a touch more attention to just what her date had been consuming so quickly but her mind and eyes were wondering to much to keep track and play babysitter. A worry was mixing in her stomach of paying attention to him, finishing her drink, and keeping sights peeled for the duo of boys from only a bit before,it had been only a bit before right? What a nasty concoction. Even though whatever had mixed in Preston was now becoming all to amusing as she met his laughs and realized she wouldn't mind hanging out with him a bit more often, if only because of his dorky self right then.

Thankfully though, or not so, as soon as she had found the last sip of her drink, awkwardly tossing it to the floor to join others in a manner that left her conscious self feeling bad for littering, the boys found their way into her sights once more. Damn them.

Her mouth opened to respond but only found the situation led in a whirlwind of no questions actually asked, this was them getting their way. And she was sure these two rich little frat boys were quite used to getting their way. Something quite the opposite for poor Sofia and something she was going to fight tooth and nail surely to make sure didn't happen to them tonight. This was her game ( or so she liked to think ) and the ass grab and tug of her body wasn't going to tell her otherwise. Even if the music, beginning effects if alcohol mixed with a bit if mary jane, had her natural instincts moving to grind with his rhythm. Fuck it all. Which dawned just barely in the back if her mind that she normally didn't think this badly unless it pertained to her mother.

Amber eyes watched the pill in almost curiosity but also a carefulness so it didn't end up willingly flying down her throat as they had seemed to so rudely enjoyed doing with anything else against the unsuspecting newbies. She wanted to talk but it took a passing beat or two from the song to fall into pace of where she knew she would have to be.

Lips curling up as she gave a innocent shake to her head. One hand reaching up so fingers could brush against his arm before snatching at the pill. "Oh? Just give it to me?" Her voice had fallen to a purr and she did her best faking to keep it there. "Just for a simple dance?" Swallowing down the awkward feeling, she pressed harder up against him, batting her lashes twice. "You wouldn't possibly want... anything else for payment?"

Of course he would, she was now not only playing into his hand but giving her own offerings. The night didn't look promising so far, but the stupid necklace was becoming a solid reminder of just who was calling shots right now.
 
It was a blur of movement and sound. Every noise and vision, heightened by his drug and alcohol-addled senses, melded into one, and Preston, not usually a romantic, was unable to keep a toothy grin off his face. Despite the plethora of jiggling student boobs and twerking asses in the room, there was none more gorgeous than his dancing companion. And everyone else was so unexpectedly friendly.

Especially Harry Houlihan, who appeared the life of the party, and whose arm the blonde from the kitchen still clutched onto when Preston was maneuvered by Doug Rawlins to face them. The unexpected movement elicited a slight buckling of his already unsteady legs, and he sensed Sofia slipping away from his touch, but that was okay. The night was still young, and they'd dance again, maybe even kiss. Preston attempted to speak, but his brain synapses misfired, and nothing came out before a pill landed on his tongue, followed by a sharp clap on the back that caused him to swallow it.

"Whoa. Thanks." The attention previously given to his raven-haired companion was now focused on Harry, and the drunken slur that escaped the blonde's lips, accompanied by a squeeze of the man's crotch.

"So, when you gonna do me?"

"I think she likes you." Preston giggled, and winked conspiratorially, eliciting a roll of the eyes from the blonde.

"Soon, baby, soon. Just gotta look after my new friend here, first."

Taken with the situation, and mind bent by illicit substances, Prince soon forgot about Sofia. And Doug Rawlins.

Dressed in chino's, and cream coloured shirt underneath a blue college blazer, with blow-dried tresses expertly parted, athletic body, and clean-shaven, choirboy features, the Fraternity leader appeared every inch a prep. As did the identically dressed Stephen Drummond, standing a foot away and looking on. The men could have been twins, albeit with different coloured hair and eyes, one hazel and brown, the other dirty-blonde and blue.

Doug raised a brow, not too surprised at Sofia's lack of negative reaction when he unabashedly gripped her ass. It didn't matter a female student's reputation or relationship status, they all turned into easy sluts when free drugs were on offer, and the reputedly innocent Sofia White would be no different. He teasingly shook his head, as if to deny her the pill, then allowed Sofia to snatch it from his grasp, and smirked at the question.

A question that was not answered by him, but instead, Stephen, for as his friend pulled Sofia's hips into his, and a burgeoning erection, the second man's arms encircled Sofia from behind. Lost in the throng of dancing couples, and obscured by a haze of marijuana smoke, Harry had lured Preston away with the promise of another drink and front-row seat to the upcoming performance, completely oblivious to what was occurring with his date.

"Of course not, simply ensuring our first-timer is enjoying herself, and will want to return." Having sandwiched Sofia between them, Steve ground against the raven-haired woman's butt, as Doug did her crotch, and whispered in her ear. "If you like that green pill, we got even better red ones upstairs. Special pills for special guests. Make you feel soooooo good." The epitome of Prep, and the epitome of suave. "Interested?"
 
While part would have moved her head to look for Preston - if for comfort or worry, she wasn't sure - she kept her eyes glued to the male in front of her. It was the best option to get closer to Doug if he thought he was easily the best thing in the room and she could sell that. Quite unlikely, but it was best to feed ego when ego needed fed for favor. Men...

But with pill in hand and her stomach turning to notes she could only give him the best smile while snapping the pill in half between her fingers beside her now, half falling to the mess already starting to cover the floor. Drugs were never something she dwelled in and she wasn't about to just dive head first like an idiot if that's what they assumed. Which, at this point, who knew what they were thinking up there in their alcohol laden and sex driven brains. Her's wasn't completely clear but it didn't mean she couldn't still grasp for something while it lasted even if all in vain.

Half debate was there but she had already lifted the other half and popped it into her mouth with a quick swallow so not to be found out. Face scrunching at the lingering taste saved soon as she felt the other male find his way behind her. Giving a light gasp in half surprise and half thrown from her game for a moment. Falling back into it soon as she realized just who had joined the little party. They certainly were attached to the hip it appeared. Swallowing as her head tilted a bit to the side to listen towards the other males words now. Hips still swaying side to side as if willingly enticing both of them and feeling the obvious reaction to her own antics.

More drugs were a great sign. Not for her per say, but the mission at hand certainly.

"Special?" She felt a giggle bubble out not in actual act but sort of flattery that she knew deep down wasn't singular for her alone. For whatever reason she couldn't stop it though. Pulling back down the feelings as her hands lifted and laced over Stephen's own, hips driving back with a soft curl and her head nodding.

Interested? Not really. She knew what was laying up those stairs for her, or at least a very good idea. "If you can keep that promise, why wouldn't I be?" Because this was all wrong. Because they were stupid boys with egos to big for the room. Because she should have already just went to the police. Because she was already to far into the rabbit hole to do anything about it...

Sliding herself from between them with a coy look written all over her face she waved her hands. "Well? What are we waiting for?" Giving a wink, her eyes gave a quick scan about the room for her partner, or well, first one. She currently had to keep two others interested and when she spotted Preston over shoved into a corner, she could only presume he was at least safe for the time being. She'd be back for him for sure but knowing he was out of harms way for the current moment made it at least a little easier. Not by much... but enough that she could scoot between the boys to lace her arms with them and wait to be lead off into a darkness she was beginning to wonder if she could ever escape from.
 
Stephen glanced over at his friend, with a twinkle in his clear brown eyes, as Sofia placed her hands over his, and met the gyrations of their hips. The glance they exchanged was one that said it was almost too easy, however, the shared smirks that accompanied the look made it clear neither was going to complain, or make it more difficult for themselves. "Yep, special, and we can definitely keep that promise." Steve, having taken the lead over from Doug, responded as his lips moved against her ear, then trailed their way down the side of the raven-haired woman's neck. "Plenty of ways to make you feel amazing. You name it, we have it."

Boasting, as his touch wandered, Stephen lifted his gaze to witness the dancing couples disperse, then reform as a group in the next room. Obviously, Happy's performance was about to commence, and so was theirs, albeit in a more secluded location. "For a hottie like you, it's all free. Just don't tell anyone." The Fraternity leader spoke, as she slipped out between them, and hooked onto both of their elbows. Loose lips sunk ships, and brought down illicit drug empires, but the kid was already more than a touch out-of-it himself, and what did it matter? The stoned bitch wasn't about to run off and blab to the authorities, when she'd have to admit to her own illegal activities. Big-noting and name-dropping was a boost to his ego.

As it was to his friends. "Just have to know the right people." Doug Rawlins lifted his finger, tapped the side of his nose and winked at Sofia as, ignoring the jealous glances from a couple of their previous trophies, the two expertly maneuvered the raven-haired woman to the stairway, and led her up. Once they reached the hallway at the top, Stephen un-entangled his arm, and moved behind her. At the same time, Doug released their conquest completely, and unlocked the third door on the left, then turned to the duo and beckoned them to enter.

"In there, baby." Stephen encouraged from behind, dipping his fingers under the hem of her top to trace his nails over her skin, and forced her forward with thrusts of his erection against her delectable butt. By the time they'd crossed the threshold, into a surprisingly clean room containing a queen sized bed, with posters of naked women adorning the walls, an expensive entertainment system in one corner, and a mirrored dresser, adjacent to the obligatory student desk, in another, his partner in seduction was ready for them.

"Promised you a red one, didn't we?" Opening the top drawer of the desk, Doug revealed a rainbow array of different pills, capsules and powders, neatly packaged and stored in specially made compartments. The man swallowed a yellow tablet, then selected one of his aforementioned colour, as Steve kicked shut the door and the latch clicked. He raised his eyebrow as he approached the couple, then halted barely an inch in front of her, and popped Sofia's capsule into his mouth.

Simultaneously, Stephen subtly trapped her arms, so that she wouldn't be able to use them, and slid his hands further up under her top, until both palms each came to rest on a perky breast. As Stephen's squeezed Sofia's tits and pumped against her ass, Rawlins opened his mouth and rolled the pill on his tongue, awaiting the kiss that would allow Sofia to claim her prize. "Come get it.
 
Well shit, this was really happening then. Of course, what had she suspected after practically begging the two boys to dry hump her on the dance floor and then take their offer of narcotics? While normally this would have been a whirlwind of flat out no in a sober mind, she was beginning to feel the effects of substance before and with it, enough to make her inner sexual prowess a bit more in tune with just how well the boys wanted to be with her. While sure, they probably hit up girls every night or party, Sophia could completely understand the butterflies that came with feeling like you were the special something and that no matter what not one, but two guys for a fact, wanted to bone you. It was a little fucked up, but a self confidence boost and hopefully good lay never hurt anyone, right? And in all the run of it, she was getting Hunter's information and keeping peace with the rest of her own little world.

Win, win for everyone it appeared.

And free? She was laughing in spite, but much more that as long as they got what they wanted she was sure it was always more or less 'free'. That and the weed was hitting her a bit more so it just seemed amusing. People were hazing out and soon only the two boys were who had her focus for the current time in the night. Probably just the way they intended and she had fell right there for them. "Well good thing I found the right people." she retorted back with a slight wink. Least her motor skills were still at her grasp.

Tripping just one stair as her attention had been focused on them, she swayed unconsciously in Stephen's grasp before giving a grin and nod, moving into the darkened room all to trusting. This could stop at any time, was all she kept telling herself. A bathroom break away and... Doug's comment caught her attention, eyes glazing over the room before landing hazily upon the male who was pulling out a pill, but her feet had already started her over towards him, eyes a bit wide as she saw the assortment of goodies he had packed away. Holy shit, good thing she had turned on the necklace already and hoped it had gotten at least a good view when it clicked that hunter would be seeing this. That pervy bastard.

Her hand instinctively going up to reach at the cross, giving a slight fidget in a motion to hopefully turn it off only to suddenly feel a grasp at her arms. Yanking them back and her head following to see Stephen before whipping back ahead at Doug's little antics of playtime, a soft breath out at the sensation to her chest and a deep swallowing passing. It was now or never she supposed, only ratting herself out if she didn't decide to jump at this chance. So with a bit of thrust back, her chest arched enough and she leaned forward to smash her lips towards one of the duo's own. Her tongue pushing out to feel for the pills as her eyes closed and soon worked it into her mouth, barley registering that it had been downed as her arms still locked behind her were working to grasp at brown haired male behind her.

A low hum pressing out before she found her voice in a mutter. "Just be kind, hm? I've never played like this before." Fingers locking into his shirt and tugging up before fingers met flesh and began pushing down as best they could into the front of his jeans. First time for a threesome, first time for taking such illicit drugs, first time about to get kicked out of collage. She'd just make sure this was all a last time of her very fucked up firsts.
 
Bass vibrated through the floorboards, and ambient noise from the plethora of drunk and stoned students below flowed up the stairs and filtered through the crack in the bedroom door, but the volume was low, and a welcome accompaniment to presence of Sofia. With rumours of Harry Houlihan's performance about to begin, spreading through the Frat House, all those couples making use of the spare bedrooms had stampeded to the ground floor, leaving Doug, Stephen and the gorgeous Sofia, totally and utterly alone, with no-one to intervene. Not that she'd resisted, or attempted to ward off their advances. Quite the opposite, in fact, and Stephen laughed at her comments, thinking the reputable student just as easy as the less studious sluts on Campus. Never judge a whore by outward appearance.

Releasing his grip on her arms momentarily, he leaned back to switch off the light, thus allowing allowing only the soft glow of a rotating red-and-green lava lamp to illuminate the room, cast flickering shadows on the walls, and add to the ambiance. The guys were nothing, if not romantics. By the time he'd returned his attention to Sofia's breasts, her tongue had slipped from his companion's mouth, yellow pill taken, and a hand worked its way into his jeans, where Stephen's manhood stood at full mast. "Oh fuck, yes." Pushing into her touch, he glanced at his friend, and grinned. "It's not our first time, is it Doug?" The prideful boast induced a drug-addled giggle from his friend.

"Nope, but we promise we'll be kind." When Doug closed the remaining distance between him and Sofia, Stephen removed his hands from her tits, slid them down her body, and watched his second-in-command toss an orange capsule in the air. Expertly capturing it between his lips, and swallowing, he allowed his companion room to grip Sophia's butt with one palm, drag her hips forward, and pump his erection against her.

"Gonna fuck that tight, little pussy, and make you scream." Cocky as all hell, Stephen interjected, as his palm wandered over the front of her skirt, then under it. "Gotta get you wet first, though." His free hand gripping her wrist, Steve used her fingers to draw down his fly, then wrapped them around his throbbing shaft, and rubbed Sofia's pussy through the fabric of her panties, simultaneously as Doug repeated his friend's initial action with her other hand. "Feel those cocks, bet you want to suck them, don't you?"

Sandwiched between the dynamic duo, as she had been downstairs, except this time, with her digits forced to wrap both their engorged dicks, and a finger shifting her panties aside, Doug hiked her top up over her bra, 'Nice tits," then bent to give one a kiss.

On the ground floor, hootering and hollering consumed the air, as Happy went to town on the blonde, however, unfortunately, Preston missed the action. The sofa he'd been placed on was so comfortable that, after another toke on a joint, and vodka-spiked beer, his head had lolled back, his eyes closed, and he emitted soft, princely snores. Completely unaware that ten feet directly above his head, his date for the evening was about to be spit-roasted.

Back in the boy's room, Sofia's bra found it's way loose, the guys preppy sweaters and shirts fell to the floor, her tits, being groped and sucked, swayed in the changing, psychedelic light, Stephen slipped a finger into the raven haired girl's slit, and both men moaned, groaned, and urged her to simultaneously work their cocks. "Don't worry, baby, we won't tell your boyfriend."
 
Registration of senses were about to overload, so much so that Sofia had to give a few blinks in the adjustment of the sudden darkness that chose to engulf them. It taking a slow registering moment to realize why it had suddenly became dark. Head spinning around with her hands grasping onto the clearly already hard prick and utters of a pleased notion to her antics giving out. It didn't mean the fog in her head wasn't still effecting her however and she already could feel herself giggling to the cute little back and forth of the boys with her.

Cute wasn't the word, was it? Confidence? Prideful? Whatever it was didn't seem to be bothering the collage student to much, and if anything, it was edging her to keep up with them and make sure they stayed on their toes. Not that she had any inkling of an idea to what she should be doing, but it was a good drive for her to start with. Now to just figure out what she had to do with her hands... Oh. Or let them figure it out, it appeared. A giggle pressing out to the lewd words that were surely supposed to be turning her on but at the moment in her mind just got her thinking how funny it would be to just walk out on them and see their egos plummet.

The thought lingered probably longer then it should have and when normalcy came back, his hand was up her skirt, a quick gasp out, the hardened members quickly ramming against her flesh while both began to work their 'magic', or perhaps more seeing as fingers found the soft skin of both cocks. Instantly her hands beginning to pump up and down the lengths that seemed to not need any help from her, but enjoyed the movement nonetheless. And certainly didn't need help from her mouth, despite it rambling off to quickly for her own good. Pleading alcohol for it's reasoning seemed good. "Suck them?" A laugh curled out softly as her hands still moved with a gentle twist of her wrist in the action. "I thought this was for my pleasure, not yours."

Cocky could run on both streets and if Sofia was going to have to remember this night, well they were going to as well, or something like that. A soft pause happening as she suddenly felt a tingle slip down her stomach and between her legs; unsure of it was from the pill taking effect or the fingers that were finding their way to her slit. A moan escaping with the quickly moving hands in multiple places, not sure what she had expected when more then one person was there to touch and play. Eyes dancing off into the room towards the lava lamp before closing with an unusually high pleasure sensory taking back over and her hips almost seeming anxious against whosoever hand was entering her.

Boyfriend? Oh, they meant Preston, right? Should she say he was, or would that put him in a difficult spot if someone-- shit. A groan slipped out and her knees bent a bit more as she began to lose track of trying to talk and the feelings filling her as the lips between her legs were already beginning to get wet. What the fuck had they given her? Did it really matter at this point?

With a choice of ignoring, or more perhaps not really being able to actually deal with it, her head pressed forward and she found the shoulder of Doug. At least she thought, lips kissing and sucking along up the trail to find his neck then nibble at the lobe of his ear, another soft moan out in it as her hands left both their cocks in favor of pushing his chest and stepping with him. She wanted to ask what she was given, but instead she merely wanted them to do whatever with her just as the pill had been meant to. "Hope you didn't give me that pill cause you boys didn't know what you were doing."

An almost lazy smile was drawn up on her lips but her hands were already pushing down the hem of her skirt and panties, working them down her hips before it fell the rest of the way to the floor and she was free to step out of it.
 
A multitude of illicit substances and varieties of alcohol consumed since early that afternoon, the Frat leaders worked on autopilot. Or was that their normal state of mind, and they'd have struggled to operate sober? Whatever, that the drugs released inhibitions, and increased their libido's, was evidenced by their bravado, and the raging, throbbing erections that met Sofia White, without them even having been touched.

Although the chemicals they'd imbibed increased sensation, the boy's had taken care to stray away from any that would result in memory loss, as they always did on the night of a Frat Party. For whatever girl they double-teamed, would be gone in the morning, possibly filled with regret and remorse, therefore, unlikely to willingly assist in their recollections. They'd require all brain cells firing in order to grade her performance when they shared the intimate details of the evening's events with their friends, and thumb-tacked their conquest's year-book photograph to the trophy wall downstairs.

Of course, they could always make up those details on the fly, and often did - no girl had ever scored less than an eight, for that would not have been good for Doug and Stephen's ego or reputations, -, however, from her actions so far, it appeared there'd be no need to exaggerate the eagerness of Sofia. With her unhesitatingly gripping both of their shafts, jerking the two at once as if she'd been born to the task, and the moans that emanated from her mouth when Steve slipped a finger into her slit, she could possibly achieve a perfect ten all on her own. If it wasn't for the smart-ass attitude, conveyed in her mocking tone, which may cause him to reduce it to a nine, simply out of spite.

Doug panted in pleasure, and pumped his hips into her hand, enjoying the sensation of his shaft clamped between her digits, as Steve repeated the action from behind, and both continued to grope and finger her. One's touch replaced the others intermittently, so that it was impossible, at any particular time, to tell who was squeezing her tits, and whose was thrusting in and out of her, now clearly wet, pussy. "It's not about us. What's the point of a threesome if you're not going to take two at once. It could be your only ever opportunity, and we just wanna ensure you receive the full experience." Pleased at his swift response, and ability to manipulate the situation to his liking with a quick wit, Stephen beamed, then simultaneously groaned in frustration with Doug, when she released both their cocks, briefly wondering if she'd caught onto his bullshit.

However, the annoyance and concern didn't last long, and as Doug continued to grind his drug-fuelled erection against her when she pressed forward to kiss him, Steve laughed. Surveying her naked ass in admiration after she stepped free of her skirt and panties, he spanked her. "If we don't know what we're doing, why you moaning and dripping? What we gave you ain't nothing in compared to what you're gonna get." The tone garnered Doug's attention, and he glanced up to wink at his co-conspirator, before Steve grabbed Sofia's hips, and pulled them backwards.

A psychic connection shared between the dynamic duo, Doug immediately comprehended Steve's intent, and dropped onto the bed. Under the glare of the psychedelic light, with his back to the headboard, and adjacent to the open drawer of pharmaceutical supplies, he selected a bright pink capsule, grinned and balanced it on the tip of his pulsing shaft. As earlier, with the pill on his tongue, Doug's body acted as a vending machine, no payment required, hopefully making it impossible for Sofia to resist the euphoria-inducing treats on offer. Even if she really shouldn't. To her rear, Stephen nudged Sophia forward. "That one'll make you come like you've never come in your life. Why don't you bend over and take it, baby."

It obviously wasn't only the tablet he referred to.
 
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