Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Watching her move to the next table, I’m ready to adjust my pants to accommodate my growing cock. She moves gracefully like a dancer or some shit. The image of her dancing naked in front of me pops into my head, only pumping more blood to my dick. Shit, I gotta stop unless I want to walk out of here with a raging hard-on and blue balls for days.
When she moves on to the next table, she finally looks up and spots me in the corner. Immediately, her face turns ashen. Her eyes scanning the room like she is looking for someone to help her. Oh, sweetheart, no one can help you.
There are some other students here, but none of them are paying her any attention, and even if they were, nobody would stand up to Easton or me. Just like Parker and Warren, we’re pretty much untouchable at this school. We could, and do get away with everything, which now includes murder. There is no way to hide from us here, no place we can’t get to her.
She must come to the same conclusion because a moment later, she resumes wiping down the tables. Her movements are a little less fluent now, her fear noticeable, making her jumpy and tense. Moving from table to table, she continues wiping the tables down. Glancing over to make sure I’m still sitting here and haven’t moved.
When she is only two tables away, she stops, staring at the table between us. I can see her pretty head thinking about it. She doesn’t want to come any closer, thinking she could just leave. Lifting my finger, I curl it toward me, beckoning her closer. Even from a distance, I can see her swallow hard, her delicate throat working. She stares at my finger like it’s going to give her all the answers. Then she closes her eyes, her lips press into a thin line, and she shakes her head at me. Big mistake, Stella… big mistake.
When she opens her eyes again, she takes the bucket and rag, spins around and runs off. Well, she tries to at least. Both of us were trapped in our little bubble, neither of us seeing the three girls approaching my table. Stella bumps into the frontrunner of the girl squad, dumping out the entire bucket of dirty water on the floor, which splashes everywhere and spreads outward like an ice cube against hot asphalt.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” The girl that got splashed with most of the water yells. I quickly realize that I know her. Carla, Cerry, Cami, or some shit like that. Like I said before, names don’t matter when you’re balls deep inside of them, and I don’t make it a common thing to remember their names.
“Oh, my god, I’m so sorry,” Stella gasp.
“What a fucking clutz,” one of the other girls says. “You better pay for her dress, it’s ruined now.”
I almost roll my eyes, it’s fucking water, the same shit you use to wash your clothes, but these bimbos wouldn’t know that.
“Like she could ever afford to buy something like that,” Cami says, scrolling Stella.
“I’m sorry, I’ll pay for the dry cleaning,” Stella offers.
“Don’t fucking bother, clean up the floor before someone slips and breaks their neck because of your stupidity.”
“Yes, I’m sorry,” Stella apologizes again before turning away.
Cami looks over to me. “Oh, my god, Cameron. Did you see that?”
“I did,” I nod and watch as Cami and her two friends take a seat at my table.
“I’ll have my daddy call here and tell the manager what happened. I’m sure he can get her fired.”
“Don’t you think you’re overreacting a little. It’s not like she did it on purpose.” I can’t believe I’m defending her, but of course, I don’t want her to get fired either. How are we going to keep an eye on her if she isn’t here?
Cami looks shocked that I would even say something like that, but I really don’t give a shit what she thinks.
“Anyway, I was looking for you. I know it’s been a while since we hung out, but I got invited to this thing. It’s like a fundraiser gala…” Cami keeps rambling on, but I drown out her words. Instead, I concentrate on Stella, who has returned with a mop and a bigger bucket now. She reminds me of a princess that doesn’t know she is one.
She starts to mop up the floor, and even watching her do that simple task has me enthralled. I imagine what I’m going to do to her next time I get her alone. After all, she needs to be taught a lesson since she didn’t listen to my command earlier. All of this is about having her keep her mouth shut and follow our orders.
“So, what do you think?” Cami asks, tapping my arm with her well-manicured finger.