Chapter 44
“THAT BITCH IS MINE, ASH,” I say to Ashley and scissor my fingers inside her sopping wet hole. I finger her from behind and sniff a line off her ass. I lick her powdered skin and she moans while grinding her come-hungry cunt all over my hand. “I’m gonna win it all and take what’s fucking mine.”
“I can fucking see it now,” I tell her and add a third finger. “Darren announces me as the Hunt winner, hands me my paddle, and then I’m gonna blow as much of this shit as I can off of her red-haired cunt.” This shit makes me feel like fucking Superman. Ash moves her hips as fast as she can. This coulda been you, Sloane.
Ashley’s just as power hungry as I am. She’s one of the Delta presidential candidates who’ll do fucking anything to win her hunt and the popularity that comes with it. She’s an attention whore who’s been bouncing in and out of my bed for two years now. She’s nothing special.
She’s a desperate jersey chaser who wants to be queen of her chapter. And right now she’s after Havenwood’s new QB1. She’s planning on hunting Davis Higgins down to not only secure her own sparkly crown, but to be a passenger princess for the next eighteen years as well. I guarantee he’s in for the ride of his fucking life that includes a faulty condom and a bat shit crazy baby mama. To her, he’s her ticket out of bumble fuck Virginia. She may be smart as hell, but she’s still as trashy as a trailer park.
When I heard that Davis Higgins was pulled for the hunt by Delta, I called her up to get shit going. I’ve waited fucking long enough.
I’ve been hiding out at Coastal waiting for shit to die down. I wanted to lay low but I also wanted to see how they run their business here. Darren’s coke game is tight and we provide to the majority of campus… including HU’s boys in blue and their flashlight cops.
When I came down from that terrible fucking high, Darren was already wrapping shit up and made sure everything was locked down. Then he sent my ass to our cousin’s chapter at Coastal with the rest of the fucked up coke that came with our most recent load. He wanted me to sell every last baggy of this crap.
When I got back, Darren stormed in my room and told me that one of the other candidates were making major fucking gains. My boys checked off some tasks while I was gone, but now I had to take care of my fucking hunt. My brother organized a Greek Lane open door block party with the other houses for tomorrow night to help me lock this down. No progress with Sloane means no points, and no points means no fucking paddle. And if we lose, then so does our drug game.
“You’re not gonna let me down are you, Ash? You gonna make sure I win?” She’s right on the fucking edge and I press my thumb into her greedy clit and she comes all over my hand.
“Yes!” She cries out with her head thrown back and she chases after my fingers.
She earned it after she worked over that bitch’s brother and extended an invite to the block party. She called me right after and I had her come over to collect her prize.
Our plan is stupid easy. Get Davis to the Delta house and pop a pill in his drink. I’ll swipe his cell while Ashley has her way with him. I’ll make sure to make the rounds, get myself seen, and leave my phone with one of my boys who’ll post content to cover me while I go hunting.
I’ll text Sloane from her brothers phone and lure her away from that fucking puckhead. I’m fucking done being nice to her. We’ll be doing things the hard way from now on. I’ve got no fucking problem drugging her ass too, if it means I get what I need. I don’t care how it sounds, she’s a pretty box I need to check off and a red haired cunt I need to fuck to win.
Omega Presidents have to be willing to break the rules to get shit done and if that means bending Sloane to my will, than so fucking be it.
She’s fucking mine tonight. I plan on punishing the hell out of her cunt too for making me loose sleep for a fucking week, dodge call after call from my overbearing father about my progress, and for taking up my precious time. She embarrassed me and that is one feeling I cannot fucking handle. Makes me crazy.
I get two of my boys to proposition Davis and some douche canoe he’s with to a game of beer pong. When my boy fills the cups he slips crushed up roofies into all of them to knock out not only Davis but the football player he is attached at the hip to. Shit works like a fucking charm, it’s almost too easy. Within one hour, my boys beat their asses in pong, and carried both idiots upstairs.
As promised, Davis is sprawled out on Ashley’s bed and his boy is in the room next door with some chick who’s horny as hell and rolling on something. When she gets his pants off I fish in his jean pocket for his phoe, hold up his face while she peels his eyelids open and bam I”m in. I quickly go to settings and change the password and facial identification.
I found his text thread with Sloane pretty easily since it looks like they only stopped communicating right before he took the table so the timing will be perfect when I make contact, she won’t suspect a thing. I find her on the find my friends app. Looks like these twins are close and talk fucking often.
I barely talk to my brothers and can’t relate to their banter. I scroll back and see that Chase Wilton also texted him to let him know that they were all back at their hockey house and to come by when he was done at our party. Bingo.
I snap a compromising photo of Havenwood’s new QB1 who’s snoring away and text Sloane. I walk out the door with my boys and smile knowing that the Omega presidency is one redheaded fuck away.