Saving Sophia Ch. 04

Joe's Uber driver tried to take a detour away from the directions on his app, and that led them to another accident on back roads.

"We are still looking at twenty-five minutes. Sorry, my friend," Malcolm said from the front as he munched on an Oreo.

"Just do your best." Joe watched as the video switched to show Cassie in a bedroom with dark wood furniture and cream-colored walls. She looked tiny compared to the muscular man guiding her. His hand spanned almost her entire waist as he tenderly positioned her in the center of the king-sized bed.

"You know, Cass, I've been dreaming about you for quite a while," Marcus said as he took off his shirt, revealing his athletic body. At 6'5" and 260 pounds, he completely dwarfed her.

"Please, everything feels so intense," she whispered. Her blue eyes were blown out and her skin was flushed.

Marcus stroked her cheek with his thumb. "Just relax. I'm going to be really gentle with you."

She turned into his thumb and sucked it into her mouth, moaning around it. Marcus felt his cock stir in his pants. He didn't like the idea of hurting these girls and using them. Every other Sig Tau got off on the humiliation and power. Marcus just really liked to fuck and saw no reason that these girls had to be abused in the process. Of course, this was sexual assault. He wasn't kidding himself. But why couldn't the girls like it? Why was it only about the guys getting off?

Still, Jeremy was the fraternity president, and all brothers had to play their part. He stepped over to the camera on the right side of the room, adjusted the tripod, and focused the lens. Through the viewfinder, he saw Cassie perfectly in HD.

"Marcus, please come over here and do me." Cassie stretched out her nude body across the center of the bed. Her breasts were so large that they spilled sideways but somehow still kept their shape.

Marcus smiled. The beauty of youth..

He loved natural girls. His own girlfriend, Dara, already had breast implants, fillers, and Botox at the age of twenty. She got everything done on summer break last year. While Marcus enjoyed being with her, he wished she hadn't changed her body. He loved the feel of a natural body like Cassie's.

As he crossed over towards the bed, Cassie's hands had found their way between her thighs. She was running her fingers through her folds, putting them in her wetness. Marcus loved the way she was pleasuring herself, and he knew that he would have to do her soon. Ten guys have already signed up for the next phase. He gripped her slim hips and rolled her onto her stomach. She moved like a ragdoll and giggled while he lifted her round ass in the air. Her face pressed into the pillowcase with her hair spilling around it.

"Please..." She whimpered, sliding her finger between her thighs to rub her clit. "Everything feels so intense."

Marcus reached into the bedside cabinet and took out a bottle of lubricant. Popping the cap, he squeezed drops onto her ass, making her shiver as it ran between her cheeks. He rubbed her hole with his index finger and pushed inside.

Cassie gasped. "Oh God." Her inner walls gripped his finger.

"You're so tiny," he said as he moved past the first knuckle. He slid it in and out. "Just relax for me."

She trembled beneath him and rubbed even more furiously as he worked the second finger into her tight ass. He scissored his fingers, and she started moaning loudly.

"Yes, please keep going. I need to cum so badly!" she shouted as she rubbed her swollen clit.

Marcus loved to getting them ready. Her muscles clenched around his two fingers, and he saw her cream between her fingers. She was absolutely loving this. Sure, the drugs were helping, but Marcus was going to make sure she had the best orgasm of her life.

The bedroom door opened and Jeremy walked in, carrying his handheld camera. He smiled at the sight of Marcus's thick fingers inside the cheerleader but hurried over to grab her hands.

"No, no, no," he said as he brought her wrists towards the headboard. "Marcus, don't let her cum off-camera."

"Please, I need it now," Cassie said, sobbing as she tried to pull her hands away from Jeremy's grip. Her hips bucked to push harder against Marcus as he kept stretching her hole.

Jeremy kept her wrists in his one hand and flipped on the camera with his chin. "I'm back! While Sophia is freshening up for the next phase, let me introduce Georgia Bulldogs star linebacker, Marcus Reynolds -- yes, THE Marcus Reynolds. Our sweet little Cassie is about to give up her virgin ass to him. What do y'all think? Do you want to see this? Show some love for Marcus."

Jeremy watched the donation counter practically spinning as it reached $13,750. At this rate she would hit $15,000 in no time. As Jeremy rose from the bed, he slapped Marcus on the back. "I think she's ready. What do you think, Marcus?"

Marcus squeezed out a liberal amount of lube over her ass and rubbed it through the crack. He then dropped his boxers to show his full 9 inches, thick and uncircumcised. The uncut head glistened with precum. He rubbed more lubricant along his shaft and placed it at her tight entrance. She writhed beneath him, trying to pull away from Jeremy's hold on her wrists.

"Look how desperate she is," Jeremy said to the viewers and zoomed in on Marcus's thick cock.

"Stretch me open!" Cassie shouted, grinding back against him.

Marcus gripped her hips and pushed in, stretching her over his massive manhood. She threw her head back with a moan.

"Oh FUCK YES!" she screamed. "It feels so fucking good! More, please, MORE!"

Jeremy laughed and brought the camera over Marcus's shoulder so the viewers could see from his point of view. Cassie's body looked tiny as the huge cock slipped deeper. Marcus groaned as her tight heat enveloped him, inch by inch. He fed her more, and she was moaning over and over again.

Suddenly, her body started convulsing. Her back arched and she screamed out, "HOLY FUCK!" She shook violently as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Marcus held her still so she could ride out the climax.

"Why are you stopping?" Jeremy asked, still filming. "Who cares about her pleasure? The viewers want to see you destroy this little slut."

Marcus tried not to roll his eyes. He hated the performative part of this. He enjoyed having sex with these girls and didn't care about donation counts and viewerships. He just enjoyed fucking, especially when these girls had powerful orgasms.

"Please... so sensitive..." Cassie said, gasping as her body stopped spasming.

Marcus tightened his grip on her hips and pushed in another 2 inches. Cassie's head shot back up, and she tightened around him again. He could barely take the pressure. She was so tight, and her body was so responsive. Even with all the lube, she was so tight, her body was pushing back against him. And he could tell she was gearing up for another orgasm. He drove the remaining length into her stretched hole, bottoming out as his hips bumped her ass.

"FUCK YES! OH GOD!" she shouted. Her inner walls clamped down on his cock as another wave of pleasure tore through her. "I'M CUMMING!"

"Look at this greedy little slut," Jeremy said, zooming out the lens a little. "Two orgasms already. We should be charging her for each."

Marcus felt her spasms and as he pulled out a few inches and added lubricant. He pushed inside and started a rhythm of short strokes. Cassie kept moaning as she gripped the sheets and pushed back against him. His full length sat inside her, and her body was trembling beneath him. She flattened her body, and he grinded his hips against her. She let out a murmuring moan, and he planted one hand on each side of her like he was doing push-ups. She felt so tight that he wanted to stay right where he was. She gripped him completely, and as he came out and thrust again, she reached back with one hand to squeeze his thigh.

"Harder," she said in a low, primal voice.

Marcus didn't want to thrust too hard. There was a line between giving these girls what they needed and hurting them. Cassie needed to be available for at least ten other men tonight, and he didn't want to ruin her.

He thrust a few more times, letting his weight rest on her tight body. He started to tense as he felt that familiar tingling in his core. "Fuck, she feels too good. I'm close." He started pumping in shallow thrusts.

"Fill her ass up," Jeremy said, moving beside them for a side shot.

"Yes! Cum inside me! Feels so good..." Cassie lifted her head to look towards the camera.

Marcus's body locked as his climax hit. His head dropped back as he groaned and emptied himself in her hole. His whole body tensed as the waves of pleasure poured through him, spurt after spurt shooting inside her. His cock pulsed as he flooded her body.

Cassie shrieked as another orgasm hit her. She pushed up on her hands and was panting hard, her face turning beet red. Liquid dripped down her thighs, and she bit her bottom lip until it drew blood. Jeremy filmed as her eyes rolled back, and she passed out, falling face first into the pillow.

"What a finish!" Jeremy shouted as he brought the camera right beside her face. "He actually fucked her unconscious. That is a first for our live stream."

Marcus slipped out of her and placed his head against her back. Her heart was beating rapidly, maybe too rapidly. "Jeremy, is she okay?"

# #

Joe ran his hand through his hair as he watched the live stream and pulled at a few strands of his brown locks until it hurt. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. They just anally raped that poor girl. It wouldn't be long until Sophia was brought into one of those bedrooms and defiled.

"Sir, is there anything you can do?" Joe asked Malcolm.

The driver looked up at him and shook his head. "Buddy, it's at least another twenty-five minutes. Traffic is terrible. Cops are everywhere. I'm not looking to get pulled over and make you wait even longer. Trust me, I'm doing the best I can. My hands are tied, and it's not like I'm trying to get you to pay more."

"I know, I know..." Joe's voice trailed off. "Get me closer, and I'll run where I have to go."

"We're still 4-5 miles away. You look like you're in shape, but even that's going to take you longer than it would be to stay here and get driven."

Joe sat back and squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. He was going to make every single one of them pay. Jeremy was first. He imagined taking him to the ground and snapping his ankle. Brad would be next as Joe would get him in a rear-naked choke and watch him pass out. He may just hammer Kevin in the face until he was unrecognizable. All Joe could think about was violence against these people. But first he had to get there.

Joe had trained in some kind of fighting style most of his life. When he was seven, his father took him to a local dojo and learned Kenpo Karate. In high school, he took up wrestling and excelled at it, though he found that martial arts still appealed to him. Midway through high school, he started taking Brazilian jujitsu. Right before he met Sophia, he had earned his purple belt. He loved competing in tournaments and enjoyed the power that he brought to each match. In many ways, manhandling an opponent was his greatest joy in the world. He couldn't exactly explain it, but when he dominated the opponent across the mat, he felt like he was on top of the world.

He couldn't wait to get to the fraternity house.

When he looked back at the feed, he saw a message scrolling, "Intermission. Keep those donations coming!"

At this point, he had no idea what was going on with Sophia.

# #

Brad had just taken Sophia down from the wall, and her naked body slumped against him. She looked up at him through her half-lidded eyes and whispered, "Please, Brad, I've been so good. Help me cum."

The way she looked at him actually broke his heart, but another emotion clouded all of his judgment -- lust.

"I should get you cleaned up," he said and walked her quickly towards the bathroom on the side of the study.

No cameras in the bathroom. I just need ten minutes with her.

Brad had put lots of time in with Sophia. It all started last semester when she was a freshman. He noticed her in Thompson Hall, her beautiful olive-skinned legs barely covered in a towel as she came from the communal showers. He could remember each water droplet sliding down her skin. She tortured him daily without even trying. She loved wearing tight leggings that accentuated her perfect body and how her crop tops would rise to show a sliver of her toned stomach. Every guy on the floor watched her as she walked by.

One time he spotted her on the lawn outside the dorm, lounging in a tiny white bikini with some of her other friends. He snapped a quick photo when no one was looking and had masturbated to it too many times to count. He would zoom in on her tits and stare at the tan lines or the way the bottoms rode up slightly. He imagined what she would look like beneath the bikini.

In the second semester, he shared a class with her -- American Literature I. He set two rows behind her and one seat over. On occasion, he would make some passing comment or joke until he finally was on a first name basis with her. It didn't take long after that for them to swap numbers, which he proposed as a way to talk about class.

Unfortunately she had some boyfriend named Joshua, who sounded like a real toxic asshole. This guy had shut down any chance of another guy getting close to her. Brad was thinking the long game. He knew that Sophia was too smart to stay with the guy. He didn't expect Joe to step in and save the girl.

Over the summer break, Brad and Sophia kept in touch, but the relationship built slowly. Sophia didn't always get back to him quickly over those three long months. A few days would go by, and she would answer, usually with a quick message. It wasn't until the start of her sophomore year that things heated up. They shared another class together, Creative Writing, and he began subtle flirting.

Your dress looks amazing.

That story was fire. How are you so talented?

Did you get your haircut? I love the highlights.

Sophia made sure that Brad knew about her boyfriend, but he kept pushing her. By a few weeks into the semester, he was laying small seeds of doubt about their relationship. How Joe was controlling (he really wasn't). How he worked too much and didn't give her enough time (even though he gave her lots of time). Brad would tell Sophia how much he wished he had a girlfriend like her, and he would go on to tell her all the things he would love to do for her: take her to fancy dinners, buy her jewelry, and take her on vacation. These were all things Joe did for Sophia, but Brad downplayed whatever her boyfriend did. Brad could even feel her struggling to accept what he was saying, but it was all about building trust for a night like tonight.

As he brought her into the bathroom, all he could think about was touching her. As soon as he closed the door, he pressed her naked body against the cold tile wall and kissed her. His whole world shattered as he finally touched her lips with his. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. Brad forgot that she was higher than kite and believed, for a moment, this was real.

Fuck Jeremy's no touching rule.

"Please, Brad, I need you so bad."

He slid his hand down her flat stomach and rubbed it between her dripping folds. He curled his finger inside her, and she arched and gasped. Her wetness coated him. He slid inside further, getting another gasp from her.

"More," she said, grinding against his hand. "Don't stop. I'm begging. Your finger feels so good."

He slid another finger inside her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her head fell back to the wall, and she moaned. He curled them until they found her G spot, making her whole body jerk. His thumb moved against her swollen clit.

"Yes, I'm cumming. Don't stop. Fuck my pussy harder!"

Brad looked at the door, half expecting someone to rush through it. As he fucked her with his fingers, she was grinding against his hand, and her juices were spilling all over his palm.

Suddenly her body went rigid. "FUCK YES! I'M CUMMING!"

He kissed her hard, trying to stop her screams. If anyone heard, Jeremy would come busting through the door and probably kick his ass. He knew the protocol, and Jeremy took them way too seriously.

Sophia's legs trembled as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Brad kept kissing her until he finally felt her body relaxing around his fingers.

"Did you like that?" he asked as he slid his fingers out of her.

She whimpered and grabbed his wrist to push it back towards her wet heat. "Put them back in. Please, Brad..."

He kissed her forehead. "I can't. We have to be careful. But I need you." He undid his buckle and quickly took down his zipper. "Maybe you can help me now?"

"Yes, let me taste you," she said as she rubbed his chest. "Need you in my mouth."

Within seconds, he had his hard cock out, and Sophia leaned over. Brad bit his lip and murmured a scream as he lifted her chin.

If Jeremy finds out I got a blow job from Sophia, he's going to kill me. For real.

He took her hand and wrapped her delicate fingers around his length. She stroked his shaft, twisting her wrist at the peak of each stroke.

"Holy fuck!" he said in a stifled scream. He glanced at the door and prayed no one was coming.

Sophia's hand glided up and down, squeezing him. She pushed her tongue to the corner of her mouth. He loved this look -- loved all those photos on her Instagram of flirty selfies with her tongue sticking out. Now here she was, making that same expression he had seen countless times. But this time, she was working his shaft.

Her dark eyes locked on his. "Cum on me. I want to feel it."

Her lipstick was smudged as she licked her lips. Her free hand cupped his balls as the other jerked the head. She was moaning, and Brad felt like he was racing to the edge way too fast.

Jesus Christ, if I cum on her, Jeremy is going to find out. Maybe she can take a shower, or I can--

He felt his knees going as Sophia moved her hand faster up and down his shaft. Saliva dribbled out of her mouth and landed on him, allowing her hand to glide more smoothly along his length.

"Baby, you feel so good," he said. All thoughts of self-preservation were going out the window. All he wanted to do was cum.

Sophia closed her eyes and murmured over and over, "Cum for me." When her eyes opened, they were wide and dilated from the drugs. "Let me taste it."

Her grip tightened as she increased her pace on his throbbing cock. Her other hand rolled his balls and pulled at the sack.

Brad started seeing white and his balls got tight. "Just like that, baby."

It's going to happen. I'm going to cum all over Sophia. Thank you, God!

The orgasm tore through him without warning. His cock pulsed, and he shot across her tight stomach. She moaned as she continued working him, jerking upwards. She squeezed his balls as he sprayed across her thighs and pelvis, and she drew out every single drop.

Brad's body shook as the pleasure kept crashing through him. "Take it. Take it all," he murmured as he looked into her eyes. Her hands kept working, draining him completely.

When the last aftershocks faded, Sophia pulled away, letting his softening cock slip from her hands. A thin string of cum connected his tip to her leg until she stepped back.

"More," Sophia said, licking her lips as she rubbed his cum into her stomach.

A pounding knock came through the door. "Who's in there?"

Brad tensed up until he recognized Kevin's voice. He went to the door as he slid himself back in his boxers and pants. Unlocking the door and opening it an inch, he looked out.

"What the fuck are you doing in there?" Kevin asked, trying to push the door open.

Brad blocked it with his body. "I just need five minutes."

Kevin gave the door a hearty push which shoved it open. He stepped in and closed it, seeing Sophia now lifting the toilet seat to sit down to pee.

"What are you doing in here with --" Kevin's eyes went wide. "Did you fuck her?"

"No, of course... I just had her give me a hand job."

Kevin gripped the side of his head and walked in a tight circle. "If Jeremy finds out --"

"He's not going to find out," Brad said, locking the door again. "We need to get her cleaned up. "

Kevin unbuckled his pants and started lowering them. "Well if you got a hand job --"

Brad stepped in front of him. "No! We can't keep her here much longer."

"So you get jerked off, and I can't?"

"Kev, I put weeks into this girl. Daily messages, telling her how pretty she is, how special she is. I deserve something."

Kevin scoffed. "Who cares about deserve? I just want to get off."

Sophia reached out for him. "Yes, put it in my mouth."

Another knock came on the door, this one lighter. "It's Amber. Who's in there?"

Brad and Kevin shared a worried look. Brad ran to the door and opened it an inch while Kevin fixed his pants.

"Jeremy told me to come down and check on Sophia." Amber tried to peek through the narrow opening.

Brad took a step back and opened the door wider. "We were cleaning her up. No big deal."

Amber came into the bathroom and immediately understood what was going on. Smears of fresh cum coated Sophia's belly and thighs. Amber wasn't going to confront the two fraternity brothers but had an instinctual need to protect Sophia. Part of it was guilt over drugging the poor girl, while part of it was self-preservation. If Jeremy found anyone touched Sophia, Amber would be equally in trouble.

"All right, leave me with her. He wants me to fix up her makeup and get her ready for upstairs. She's already reached over $12,000 in donations," Amber said, taking out lipstick and eyeshadow and placing it on the sink.

Brad and Kevin hurried out of the bathroom and closed the door behind them.

"Please, Amber... everything is on fire. I just need to be touched," Sophia said in a singsong voice.

"I know, honey," Amber said, wiping her face with a wet paper towel. "I know."

# #

Addison Ashford turned everyone's head when she walked into the party that night. She was the kind of girl who could be on the cover of a fashion magazine. The bombshell had platinum blond hair cascading in long waves past her shoulders. Everyone noticed her blood-red minidress that hugged her C cup breasts and showed off her toned waist and long, sculpted legs.

She didn't love parties like this, but she had already been considering pledging Kappa Alpha Tau next semester. Her mother was a Kitty Kat and so were most of the women in her family. Getting in with Sig Tau was a way of enhancing her chances of getting into KAT. Not that she was worried. She was Addison fucking Ashford after all.

It was no surprise to her when Jeremy came down to greet her and hand her the first drink of the night. It tasted like juice but burned on the way down. Though most of her friends cautioned her against taking unsolicited drinks from fraternity guys, she knew Jeremy wouldn't have the audacity to roofie her.

The room tilted after the first drink. Her head spun left and right, but she assured herself she was fine. When he put the second drink in her hand, she didn't want to be rude, even though her head was foggy. Her iWatch read 11:13 PM but the numbers danced across the screen. When he offered her a tiny blue pill, she giggled and let him place it on her tongue. He handed her a special shot that tasted slightly salty but washed everything down.

Within twenty minutes, her whole body tingled as she danced in the middle of the crowd. Anytime anyone touched her, it felt like a lightning bolt hitting her. She burned and tried to pull off her minidress until Jeremy guided her to a second floor bedroom to stand in front of the camera and smile into the lens.

"Hey again, everyone, Jeremy here. A little change of plans -- Cassie needs a breather before getting pounded some more, and so here we have the beautiful Southern Belle, Addison. Say hi to everyone, baby."

Addison smiled at the camera and pulled at the hem of her minidress. "Why do I feel so hot?"

Jeremy kissed the side of her head. "Tell all the people your name."

"Addison Catherine Ashford."

"And Addison, do you give consent to everything happening here tonight?"

She nodded as she slipped up her tight dress even higher to show the red lace panties. "Everything." She swayed her hips as she lifted the hem higher until it bunched around her flat stomach. Her hands dropped to the soaked wet lace. "These feel so good against my pussy."

Jeremy looked at the camera. "Since everything got fucked up with Cassie, we set Addison's counter starting at $10,000. Seems only fair that we have fun with her right now. Why don't you get naked, beautiful?"

She moaned as she slid the dress over her head, leaving her in the red lace panties and matching bra. She reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. The straps slid down her arms, exposing her perfect breasts. Her nipples were hard peaks, and she rubbed and pinched them between her fingers.

"Everything feels so good," she said as she moved her hands to the waistband of her panties. She hooked her thumbs under them and slid them down her thighs. They dropped to her ankles, and she stepped out of them. She was completely shaved, with her folds slightly parted from her arousal.

"Please touch me... so fucking wet..." she said, turning towards the king-sized bed and bending over. She looked over her shoulder at Jeremy, reached back, and spread herself for him.

"Don't mind if I do." Jeremy took his shirt off and tossed it to the side of the room. He took off his pants and boxers and pressed his pelvis against her ass with his cock resting across her cheeks. He grabbed it and guided it slowly between her folds.

"Ohhhhh God YES," she said, pushing her hips back. Her fingers gripped the sheets as she moaned. "You feel so fucking good."

With one slow thrust, he slid into her and felt her contract around him almost instantly.

"FUCK!" she called out, throwing her head back with a satisfied smile. "Yes, keep going. Do it hard!"

Jeremy looked at the camera. "She wants it hard. I guess we should give it to her." He pulled almost all the way out and slammed it back in, making her scream.

"Yes, just like that!" Addison's tits bounced with the thrust.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. His other hand came down hard on her ass, leaving a bright red handprint. "You're going to be our little moneymaker, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'll do anything... everything... just don't stop," she shouted as she pushed back against him.

Jeremy increased his pace as the sound of skin slapping skin got picked up by the microphone. "Touch yourself. Tell the camera how much you love it."

Addison's hand went between her legs, and two fingers worked her clit in tight circles. "I'm... I'm gonna cum."

"Do it." Jeremy started thrusting in short strokes as he felt her pussy clenching around him. "Cum for the viewers."

"FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" Addison's whole body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy squeezed him like a vice as she screamed. She shook and clear liquid flowed around Jeremy's length and down her thighs.

"Holy shit, I think she just squirted," Jeremy said, amazed at what he just saw. He couldn't remember the last time a girl actually squirted on camera. When he glanced over at the donation counter, it hit $14,250.

Jeremy knew the drugs made them come superfast. But he still felt a sense of pride in getting her across the finish line so quickly. She was so tight and wet, and she gripped him perfectly. She even had a slight curve that made his cock band when he pushed in the whole way.

"You guys should feel what I'm feeling," he said to the camera. He bit his bottom lip as he started stroking in shorter thrusts.

Realizing this position was getting stale for the viewers, he pulled out and laid on the bed. He pulled her leg over him so she was straddling him, and Addison immediately sank down on his hard dick.

"YES!" she cried out as she started rocking against him. Her body was making squelching noises that sounded louder through the microphone.

Jeremy watched as her breasts bounced up and down, and he took them in his hands and pinched her nipples roughly. He could feel her getting even wetter, approaching another orgasm. By now, he felt his own approaching. These girls were so uninhibited and tight that he felt like no guy could last.

Should I cum on her face? That's what the viewers want, but she feels too good. Fuck it.

With a deep groan, he came inside her, shooting deep as her muscles continued clenching around him in the aftermath of her own orgasm. He pulsed and flooded her body with thick streams. The corners of his vision sparkled as the sensation overwhelmed him. He pulled out an inch and slammed it back in to drive out every last drop and extend that euphoria for even a few seconds longer.

"I can feel it," Addison murmured as she grinding her hips down against him. "So warm."

When Jeremy finished, he pushed her off, driving her face forward into the pillow. Addison wiggled her hips in the air.

"More... keep going..." she whispered, reaching back to spread herself again.

A knock came at the door, and it opened a few inches.

"Jeremy, sorry to bother you, but we've got a problem," Brad said from the doorway.

Jeremy set up to the edge of the bed. "What now?" he said as he pulled on his boxers.

"Well, it might not be a problem, because I know that you know everything," Brad said. He held his baseball cap in hand and squeezed it in his hands like a stress ball. "I'm sure you know who that is..."

"What are you talking about?" Jeremy said, his voice turning into a growl.

"That's Addison Ashford. Her mother's the Assistant Dean of Students."

Jeremy's eyes went wide, and a pain rose in his chest. "Are you fucking serious?"

What is wrong with me? Every girl is researched. How did I not know this? Goddamn Cassie... if she didn't get sick... if I didn't need a backup...

He turned to the camera and ran to the control to switch to a new part of the frat house. But the damage was done. People already saw Addison getting railed. They already heard Brad talk about her mother.

Okay, pull it together, Jeremy. There's a way out of this."

"Brad, get her cleaned up. No more drugs for her. I'll figure something out." Jeremy threw on his jeans and T-shirt and moved out of the room to head downstairs. He needed someone to take the fall. A sacrificial lamb. But who was it going to be?