Ethan, Xiley, and Bartolemo gathered around a bowl of nachos that afternoon. Xiley asked, “So who should we go after next?”
“Who did you plan to go for?”
“Whoever we came across.”
“Then I hope we don’t come across the others. Barto, are you really going to keep dating Claire?”
“Sure, for now.”
“Just make sure to not bring her here,” Xiley warned, “or ever mention Ethan’s name around her. You guys shouldn’t hang out in public.”
“How unfortunate,” Ethan said sarcastically.
With two knocks at the door, Xiley rolled back into his closet. “Barto, you go answer it.” Ethan demanded.
So Barto opened the door to Bree (another target) who was immediately disgusted by the man’s swarthiness. She fell back against the wall in the hallway. “What’s up?” he asked dealing critical damage to her nostrils.
Bree, when she could breathe, was able to say, “is- is Ethan here?”
“Yeah. I mean no.”
“YAY.” She slid in between Barto’s legs, an experience unmatched by any other, and then rolled into Ethan. Ethan quickly threw her off which caused her to groan. She then noticed that Barto was about to walk back into the room. Using all of her resistance, she pushed him out of the room and locked the door.
“Hey, what the fuck?” Ethan asked.
Bree held the door knob behind her, “it’s okay, he won’t interrupt us. What’s up babe?”
Ethan simply turned around and went back to the nachos bowl. Bree bounced onto the couch where she would lie. She reached over for a chip but Ethan took the bowl away. He got up and around the couch to sit on his bed. He blinked and found Bree on his lap along with the nacho bowl in his hands being replaced by her breasts. “I didn’t think you’d be so quick,” she said with a huge smile.
“I must kill myself,” Ethan said. He rested his hands on his side but since she was sitting on him, there was no non-violent means of escape.
“Uh come on, you should at least talk to me. I don’t do this with just anyone. I’m not a slut…except around you.”
“Yeah but you know you’re not my type right?”
“What do you mean!? I think you have simply not experienced the same love at first sight as me. But you’ll warm up to me!” She then laid on her side and then adjusted her self so that her ass was in his view. “Let’s just talk. You don’t have to fuck me on our first hangout.”
“Couldn’t dream of it.”
“What do you like to do? You have a hobby?”
“Yeah video gaming.”
“Oooh same. What games, you Mystery?”
“Any fighting games. Are you satisfied?”
“Not unless saying ‘yes’ gets me kicked out. I usually play Sims with my sisters. We use all kinds of crazy mods and stuff. Oh one time we got one of our homophobic characters to kill a vampire baby because he saw two vampire girls make it.”
“Oh my God…”
Elsewhere, in the central building, there is a meeting between all of the staff members. The headmaster of the school was a man known as Dean Alemanni. With his title, he would be Dean Dean Alemanni. He sat before an array of professors that sat in a half circle as if they were a parliament. “So that’s what I know of the situation? Any questions?”
One professor raised her hand and dryly asked, “any reason for us to believe you?”
“What is there not to believe?”
Another piped up to say, “That one of our students committed such a crime. Aren’t you supposed to do background checks anyway?”
“And how exactly did they infiltrate the campus when we are overflowing with attendance?”
“What the? None of these are important questions,” Dean retorted.
“DEAN YOU HAVE TO BE SPECIFIC AND QUELLE OUR CONFUSION!”
Another professor raised her hand and nicely asked, “what are we even supposed to do about it?”
“Stay on the look out and report anything suspicious. Obviously.”
Professor Munchen again shouted at him, “YOU HAVE NOT MADE THAT OBVIOUS! DEAAAAAN!”
“But we just have a picture of a regular white boy. At least a name?”
“They have no name yet.”
“And they followed the criminal here? Without prewarning us?” another professor asked.
“They were hot on their tail, they perhaps didn’t have the time to call ahead.”
Another piped up, “hot on their tail? You mean trail. AND THAT MEANS THEY SHOULD HAVE CAUGHT UP!”
“Listen, I didn’t want to do this,” Dean started.
“What have you done at all?”
“I’m thinking we make it a man hunt.” Face palms from the front to the back of the room.
“I wonder what they are having a pep rally for,” Diana said to her twin Deena.
“It’s probably to hype up the football team, like back in high school,” answered Deena. The two are dirty blondes standing at 5’7″ with round asses. Deena wore a green romper and Diana a red romper. “I’m just worried about master’s new look.”
David turned around at her insulted. “Do I look ugly to you now?” He has his bleached hair cut neatly. He stood at 5’5″, was always smirking, and had a beauty mark below the left of his lip.
“No, I’m just worried why you did it. We already love you eternally.”
“It’s not for you, it’s for the circumstances. I had a dream last night, an epiphany that inspired this look. It should deter the inevitable, I interpreted. Although eventually, I will be unstoppable.”
“We could never stop you,” Diana said.
David grinned harder. “Also, the pep rally is probably a welcoming thing since the year just started. All the reviews of this college find it to be a very communal place but it’s easy to get lost. Only a few hundred live on campus, some in the city, and others across the state with more than half originally coming from everywhere else in the country. This will welcome everyone who wants to come.”
“I see. This morning my professor said it was mandatory although its usually optional.”
“Mandatory? That’s crazy, all 3000 will be here,” David said shuddering.
“YESSIR ALL THE HOES WILL BE THERE,” Jerry cheered to his friends as they walked to the football field.
“You are not meeting 100 women this year,” Maximo stated.
“I will. And then I only have to keep one.”
“Loco. I’ll try for 5 and then cry in my bed. But they’ll be real baddies.”
“Crying over baddies is the only acceptable nature of man,” Tyson said.
Alan told them, “keep an eye out for Phoebe, she said she goes here just not on campus.”
“YOOOOOOOOO!” they shouted.
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