Ivy League Sluts

Chapter 9 The Arrangement

   

     “I didn’t know you were a dyke,” said Lt. Mike Cabreeze as soon as Stacy answered her cell phone.  Stacy had been sound asleep, spooned around Portia when it rang. 

     “What do you want?” asked Stacy recognizing his voice and wondering how Mike had found out about her and Portia so quickly.  Somehow, he must be spying on them.

     “We need to talk,” said Mike.  “I’m parked outside, dark green Crown Vic.”

     “What the fuck is a Crow Vic?”

     “Ford Crown Victoria, dummy, it’s the Cadillac of unmarked police cars.  You’re not out in five I’m coming in and drag your naked ass out,” said Mike abruptly ending the call.

     She’s one fine looking piece of tail thought Mike watching his laptop’s screen.  The small video surveillance camera he hidden in a ceiling vent gave a grainy but usable view of her dorm room.  At the moment, it showed a naked Stacy climbing out of bed while exchanging words with Portia.  Mike listened as the microphone picked up their conversation.

     “It’s him, Mike.  He’s outside and wants to talk,” said Stacy rushing to get dressed.

     “He didn’t waste any time,” said Portia sitting up.

     “What do you think he wants?”

     “My guess, pussy, yours to be exact,” said Portia.  “He’s making a booty call except you’re supposed to go to him.”

     “Jesus, he’s married.  You think he could screw his wife any time he wanted.  I’m going to tell him to fuck off.”

     “Married guys are the worst when it comes to wanting to fuck all the time.  Maybe you should just play it cool until we figure out what to do,” said Portia.  “He might get violent.”

     “And if he wants to fuck me again,” asked Stacy?

     “Do it.  You said he was a good lay and getting screwed is better than a beating.”

     “That was before I learned he was a creep,” said Stacy.

     “At least, he’s not a troll.  Suppose he was a three hundred pound slob who sweated all the time and it was impossible to find his cock under all those layers of fat.  My advice is to play along.  See what he wants.  Perhaps you can get on his good side.”

     Mike whispered to himself.  “Portia’s the smart one, Stacy, and you ought to listen to her.  But somehow I bet you still think you’re smarter than me.”

     “All right, I’ll try it your way,” said Stacy giving Portia a kiss before leaving.

 

***

    

     “There’s a piece of paper for you in the glove box,” said Mike as soon as Stacy climbed in his car.  He’d snapped the laptop shut and slipped it under his seat when he saw Stacy leave her dorm room.

     “You’re parked in a handicap space,” said Stacy.

     “Yeah, like I give a fuck.”

      “What is it?’ asked Stacy opening the compartment.  There were only two things inside other than the owner’s manual. One was a non-descript rectangular object the size of a brick wrapped in plastic.  There was a single sheet of white paper under it.

     Stacy reached for the plastic brick picking it up so she could remove the paper underneath.  She placed the brick back in the glove box as she unfolded the paper.  She was surprised when Mike unexpectedly reached over, key in hand, to lock the glove box.

      “What was all that about,” asked Stacy?

      “Proving to you what a stupid cunt you are.  I now have your fingerprints on a kilogram of China White heroin.  Anything over an ounce qualifies you as a dealer in Massachusetts.  Dealers get a mandatory fifteen to twenty five years,” said Mike.

     “You motherfucker, give me that key,” screamed Stacy throwing herself at Mike with arms flailing. 

     Stacy landed several glancing blows before Mike grabbed her by the throat, pushed her back against the door and slammed his fist into her mid section.  She felt her diaphragm snap in the wrong direction as every molecule of air exited her lungs.  Stacy was desperately trying to breathe when Mike’s hand embedded itself in her hair forcing her head upright.  He landed an open palm slap to the side of Stacy’s face snapping her head around, spraying bloody spit across the windshield.  Another slap quickly followed on the opposite side of her face.  Stacy tasted blood.  The blows left Stacy stunned with a bleeding lip.  Her face was on fire and her ears were ringing.

     But Mike wasn’t finished.  Stacy realized she should have followed Portia’s advice.

     Helpless, she was unable to stop Mike form lifting up her tee shirt exposing her braless breasts. There’d been no time to put on underwear.  Almost instantly, she felt a pain so horrible in her left breast she screamed in agony.  When she looked down, a pair of pliers was crushing her nipple.  Stacy had never felt such pain as the grooved metal surface compacted her tender flesh the width of a nickel.  Stacy lost control at that point grabbing Mike’s wrist and screaming hysterically.

     Mike moved the pliers back and forth pulling a pleading Stacy across the bench seat.  Both her hands were wrapped around Mike’s attempting to remove the instrument causing her agonizing pain.

     “Please take it off,” begged Stacy her eyes full of tears.

     “Next time, you take a swing at me; I’m going to take you to a crack house on Mass Avenue and handcuff you to a bed and leave you there for the druggies and creeps.  I guarantee you if you survive, you’ll have every STD known to medical science including AIDS,” said Mike twisting the pliers causing Stacy to shriek in pain.

     “I’m sorry.  I’ll do whatever you want.  Just take it off,” pleaded a totally desperate Stacy.

     “Say please and apologize.”

     “Please, Mike, I’m sorry I hit you.  I’ll do anything you want.  I can’t stand the pain,” said Stacy her brain numbed by the agony she was experiencing.

     Stacy’s hand went immediately to her injured breast the moment Mike released the pliers.

     “That was stupid.  You better smarten up,” said Mike.  “Now, look at the paper.”

      Stacy picked the single sheet of paper off the car floor and unfolded it.  It was a list of names and addresses of her parents, aunts, uncles, and even her grandfather.  She also recognized the names of doctors who worked in her mother’s clinic or were associates of her father.

     “Do I have to draw you a picture,” asked Mike?

     “No, I get it. You’ll send that horrible DVD to these addresses,” said Stacy.  “How much money do you want?”

     “Rich cunt thinks she can buy her way out of anything.   Well, I got news for you, sweetie.  All your family’s money and even grandmother’s antique jewelry ain’t going to make a dime’s worth of difference.  This isn’t about money.”

     “Well what is it then?  Tell me.” 

     Mike relaxed back into the car seat before speaking.  “You know I saw you at the Court House at your trial.  Your Mom looked so pissed.”

      “She was pissed.  She had to take the day off from her precious allergy clinic,” said Stacy realizing where she had seen Mike before.  During the few minutes that it took her to plead guilty she had glanced around the room.  Mike Cabreeze had been standing at the back watching her.

       “Dad didn’t look too happy either,” said Mike.

       “Disappointed in me was how he described it,” said Stacy recalling what she once considered the worst day of her life.

       “I liked the way you looked,” said Mike reaching for Stacy and drawing her into his arms.  “So I chose you.”

       Stacy was too terrified not to let Mike hold her.  “Am I supposed to say thank you?”

       “Sure, why not?  I decided to wipe that smug Harvard rich girl look off your face.  You needed to be taught humility.  I did some research.  I tailed you a couple of times.  Setting you up was easy.”

       “This is sick.  You’re sick,” said Stacy quietly.  Her hand was still clutching her throbbing breast as she rested her head on Mike’s shoulder.  The pain was slowly subsiding but the area surrounding the areola was turning purple.

       “I got a clean bill of health from the psyche board,” said Mike smiling.

       “So what is it you want?”

       “From now on, you do as I say.  I say jump and you ask how high on the way up.  Else I make a trip to the post office.”

     “Don’t do that.  I’ll do what you want,” said Stacy imaging how her family would react to the DVD.  It was her paternal grandfather she was most concerned with.  Stacy was his obvious favorite among his grandchildren.  He had a bad heart.  Seeing Stacy in that DVD would crush the elderly gentleman and hurt the person in the world she most cared about.

     “Or I could get a warrant to search your dorm room and find that key of China White with your fingerprints.  I might include your rug munching girl friend Portia in the bust.  You could be cell mates,” said Mike.

     “Portia has nothing to do with any of this. She’s not rich.  Her parents are schoolteachers in New Jersey.  Leave her alone,” said Stacy.

     “I know all about Portia even that she likes to put her fingers in your ass while she licks your pussy.  It’s up to you to keep her from going to prison,” said Mike.

     “All right, whatever you say,” asked Stacy resigned to the idea she had no choice other than to follow Mike’s directions?

     “For starters, this Friday I’m having a poker party for a few of my buddies.  It’s a regular thing.  We call ourselves the Posse.  It starts at 7:00.  Be there. Wear something sexy,” said Mike.

     “Where?”

     “Building 2, Apartment 311, same place we first made love,” said Mike.

     “Before you drugged and raped me,” said Stacy angered by the realization she was no longer in control of her fate.

     “That attitude will get your other nipple in my pliers and this time I’ll twist it off and make you eat it.”

     “Sorry, Building 2, Apartment 311, what do you mean by sexy?”

     “Heels, stay up hose, skirt, dress up, no jeans, do your best to please me and my pliers will stay in the tool box,” said Mike.  “Learn to look good all the time, not like some grungy college coed who doesn’t give a shit about her appearance.”

     “I don’t have those kinds of clothes,” said Stacy. 

     “Buy them.  You can afford it.  Upgrade your wardrobe.  You’ll thank me later.”

     “I’ll do my best.  Fashion isn’t exactly my thing.”

     “It is now.  I suggest you get a subscription to Elle or Vogue and learn how to dress like a lady.  Lose five, no ten pounds and tighten up your abs,” said Mike.

     “I weigh exactly what I did in high school,” said Stacy wondering how much of her life Mike intended to control.  Would there be anything left for her to manage?

     “I know.  You looked too fat in your yearbook picture.”

     “All right, I will,” said Stacy conscious that Mike was the one with the pliers and the will to use them.

     “There’s something else,” said Mike.

     “Yes,” said Stacy.

     “Remember Mark and Faye?”

     “No.”

     “Over thirteen hundred on your SATs and you’re dumb as shit.  There’s a lot I can teach you about being aware of what the fuck is going on around you.  They arrested you three days ago, stupid.”

     “Now I remember,” said Stacy.

     “But you didn’t pay attention because you’re rich and they’re not.    You should know their full name and everything else you can learn about them from the Internet,” said Mike.

     “I was too upset to pay attention to them,” said Stacy in her defense.

     “That’s because you didn’t keep your cool.  You let them rattle you.  Google the name of people you come in contact with.  Half of them will be phonies and the other half will want to fuck you.  Wise up and quit being a patsy.  If you’re going to survive in my world, you need to be conscious of what’s going on around you.”

     “All right,” said Stacy aware that Mike’s criticism was valid.  She’d behaved like an idiot.

     “I owe them a favor.  You get to pay it.”

     “What’s that got to do with me?”

     “They helped me with you.  Mark wants a day of your time, the Saturday after next,” said Mike.

     “For what,” asked Stacy?

     “Something to do with his dad, just take care of it.  He’ll email you the details.”

     Stacy shuddered when she recalled the muscular female security guard who helped arrest her.  She was sure she was a lesbian.  “And Faye?”

     “She wants you as her date for some lesbo party.  Since Portia’s taught you to eat pussy, that shouldn’t be a problem.  It’s sometime after the first of the month,” said Mike.

     “Christ,” said Stacy.

     “You should be flattered.  They could have asked for a lot of other things but they chose you,” said Mike.  “Besides, it’s only a one time thing.  They’ll take good care of you.  Nothing bad will happen.  I promise.”

     “Other than I have to fuck them,” said Stacy.

     “That’s the best part.  You’ll get used to it.  As my old man used to say, you’re going to become a slut whose legs spread like mayonnaise.”

     “Is that all,” asked Stacy?

     “No, I need proof of your commitment.  Blow me,” said Mike.

     “Right here, now?”

     “Proves to me you understand our arrangement,” said Mike. 

     “By sucking your cock,” asked Stacy?

     “You need to be taken down a notch so for a start you can drain my tank.  Then if you do a good job, you can suck me off,” said Mike.

     Stunned, Stacy had an inkling of what Mike meant but she needed to confirm her suspicion.  “Drain your tank, what’s that?”

     “You really are a dumb cunt.  I’m going to piss in your mouth and you’re going to swallow every drop,” said Mike.

     “I don’t think I can do that,” said a horrified and disgusted Stacy.

     “You have a choice.  You can wrap your lips around my cock and swallow every drop of piss or I can go to work on your other tit with these,” said Mike taking the pliers out of the door pocket.  “Either way, you’ll wind up with a tummy full of Cabreeze’s energy drink.”

     “I might get sick,” said Stacy.

     “If you should happen to puke on me or even spill a drop on my slacks, I will take you over to the rail yard and tie you to a post with your mouth propped open.  I’ll make the winos piss in your mouth until the sun comes up.  I did that once to a girl who was giving me shit.  When they finished, she looked like she was eight months pregnant.  She had a belly full of the foulest pee on the planet.  Now get busy, I need to take a leak.”

     “Move the seat back,” said Stacy terrified that Mike’s threats were real.  She could not bear having her other breast in the teeth of Mike’s pliers and the possibility of vagrants peeing in her mouth was too horrible to contemplate.

      “Just to show you what a nice guy I am, I’ll start with a slight tinkle,” said Mike.

      Stacy summoned all her will and discipline to the task as she unzipped Mike’s trousers and fished his cock out the slit of his boxers. 

     “I’ve been told the trick is to keep swallowing, don’t allow your mouth to get full because there is always more coming,” said Mike as Stacy formed her lips around his cock head.

     “Ready,” asked Mike.

     Stacy looked up and nodded slightly.

     “Almost immediately, she felt her mouth fill with warm liquid.  She swallowed then immediately repeated the act all the while ignoring the stench that filled her nostrils.

     “I’ve been told by piss drinking whores that the smell is worse than the taste,” said Mike concentrating on controlling his flow so as to not overwhelm Stacy.  In reality, he had invested a considerable amount of time and effort in bringing her under control.  It was psychologically important she succeed.

     I can do this thought Stacy.  It may be the most disgusting act I will ever perform as long as I live but somehow I will get through it.  Stacy had developed a rhythm, gulping down the contents of her mouth when it was half full.

     To Stacy it seemed like it would never end.  Her belly began to feel warm and full.  Finally, just when it was becoming difficult, Stacy’s mouth was empty.

     “All gone,” said Mike.

     Stacy looked up at Mike and was surprised to see him smiling at her.

     “Repeat after me, I’m Mike Cabreeze’s piss drinking bitch and I’ll do anything he wants,” said Mike.

     Stacy dutifully repeated the sentence.  She was surprised she had succeeded at the task.  Mike was proving adept at using fear to motivate her.

     “Give me a kiss, piss mouth,” said Mike.

     Stacy rose up and brought her lips to Mike’s and kissed him passionately while realizing to her dismay, the horrible disgusting act had turned her on. 

     “Now, let’s add a few squirts of jism to my piss to make a slut cocktail,” said Mike pushing her head back toward his crotch.