16
F ound it. Finally. The keycard into Riley Laws’ bedroom in Hallen Hall. Ronan hid it in the top drawer of his desk, and I snuck in while he was on the club floor organizing shit. He didn’t try to hide it and assumed I wouldn’t cross that line and snoop in his office.
I’d been communicating with Riley, letting her believe I was following her, and I could tell she was shit scared. Good. Keep her on edge so I can work my magic. But while she was away, I snuck into her bedroom and sat on her bed. I placed a purple flower that I picked from the flowering bush outside the front door, then pulled open her top drawer to find her underwear. It was the typical underwear that I’d expect a geek girl like Riley Laws to wear: full panties and plain white bras. It still thrilled me. It still got me hard.
Choosing a pair of pale pink panties that a granny might wear, I pressed the crotch against my nose, inhaling her scent. Even though these were clean, I could still smell her scent underneath the laundry powder.
Confident footsteps echoed down the hallway toward the room, and I paused to put on my ski mask. How would she react if she, Riley, or Annika were to walk in right now?
The footsteps stopped, then the squeak of a door opening and closing, and I was free to continue when it was quiet again. Slipping the granny panties in my jeans pocket, I rummaged through the underwear drawer, searching for secrets, proof that Riley was Annika.
Shaun and Callum had already gone through her stuff and told me they couldn’t find anything interesting. Since they weren’t fully committed to the cause in the first place, I’d check again. They were on the Kaiser payroll to help run the business within the Gotland campus, hired for extra security, delivered packages, etc., but I might sack them just because I can.
Neatly, I closed the top drawer and opened the second drawer to find folded sweaters and T-shirts. I rummaged about, searching for evidence. I pulled out every item in the drawer, dumped them on her bed, and checked the lining for false bottoms. My hand ran across something taped to the drawer above, and I carefully ripped it off to inspect it.
An envelope with something inside as another set of footsteps echoed down the hallway, and I waited to see if they’d come down this far. When they stopped dead, I thought it was odd, so I seized the handle and slowly opened the door to peer down the hallway. I spotted a brunette standing halfway down, head down, scrolling on her phone. After scrolling, she turned to the nearest room, and I returned my focus to the envelope.
After locking the door, I held the envelope to the light streaming in from the window, but I couldn't see what was inside. I didn’t want to do this because Riley seemed like a nice girl, but my motivation was to uncover the lying fraud Annika, so I was in two minds as I took my lighter from my pocket. Whatever was in the envelope was important or wouldn’t have been hidden so well.
I hovered the flame over the glued flap as the paper crinkled and buckled, then released and unstuck the glue. Carefully, I opened the flap to find, to my disappointment, several $100 bills, then counted $600. Assuming she’d prefer to hide it in her drawer than have a bank account, or maybe it was for emergencies. Still, it brought me no closer to finding out who Riley Laws was. I’d already Googled her, found nothing, and researched her hometown of Luton, but I couldn’t find any old-school photos of her.
The mystery remained, and it only fueled my fire to get to the bottom of it. After burning the glue off the envelope, I couldn’t seal it shut again, so I placed it on her pillow next to the purple flower. She’d know someone broke into here anyway, so there was no point pretending otherwise, and part of me was eager for her to return while I was still here.
I took a picture of the pillow with the envelope, flowers, and sweaters dumped on her bed before shoving it back into her second drawer. The third drawer opened, and it was more of the same—sweatpants and jeans. I pulled them out, checked for false bottoms or envelopes stuck to the wood, and found nothing. As I shoved them back as neatly as my restless fingers could manage, a silver necklace dropped from one of the items and landed on my boot.
I’d seen necklaces like that before - half a silver heart pendant and someone else had the other half of the heart. Too fucking cringe for my liking, but the jealousy stirring my stomach that someone had the other half to her broken heart was going to cause me a sleepless night until I found out who. She better not have a fucking boyfriend lingering about. Shaun already checked that out and said she was definitely single, so maybe this was from an ex-boyfriend.
I chucked the necklace back into her drawer, then closed it dissatisfied. Everything I needed to know about her would be stored on her phone, but it was just a matter of stealing it off her, even for an hour or so.
I took more pictures of her room and assessed where I’d plant the hidden camera. We had loads of spy devices stored in Mikky’s office, and I grabbed a tiny camera, but there were few places in this small room to put it. First, I checked that the flash card was installed correctly, and then I planted it above her window on the rail the blinds hang on.
Digging my hand into my jeans pocket, I took out her granny panties and pressed them against my nose again, inhaling her scent as my cock pressed against the zipper. I was half hard since I walked in here thinking of her ass wagging at me and that cute face in those glasses snapping and trying to remove my mask.
She made me smile. I liked a girl who made me smile. Cute. Very cute. But was she Annika? Part of me hoped she wasn’t because then I’d let her live, then fuck her into next week. My filthy fucking mind invented this scene – her little legs wrapped around my body, clamping tight over my cock, as I hammered into her soaking wet pussy.
My hand found my zipper, and I yanked it down, allowing my cock out straight like a rod, pointing to where that broken heart necklace lay in her drawer. I wrapped her panties around the girth and rubbed the soft fabric up, and down the length, my mind fixed on her face, searching for Annika in her expressions but warming to Riley, wanting to get closer to Riley.
Outside, down the street, a group of students walked along, laughing and shrieking at something. I didn’t care, but it was an annoying distraction, so I pulled the blind and shot a middle finger at the camera. When I go back over the footage stored on the flash card, I’d see myself wanking off to a geek girl after I broke into her room.
Yeah, I know…I’m fucking obsessed.
Quick footsteps tip-tapping down the hall toward me, and I seized my ski mask and pulled it over my head with one hand since the other was clamped around my cock. Again, they stopped short of the door, and slamming followed as they entered their room. Jeez, my frat house ain’t this busy because my roommates spend their days hanging in the living rooms playing Xbox.
With the urge to contact her, I break my little wankfest and scroll for her number.
Me: Where r u?
The head of my cock pointed to my phone resting on her bed, eager for her reply as I inhaled the scent of her panties. I didn’t want to cum. Not yet.
Waiting for her reply, I combed through her study materials, resting on the desk, and found a laptop tucked inside a thick folder. Naturally, most students would have a laptop in their possession, but Shaun and Callum never mentioned that they found hers and checked through it. I distinctly told them that if they found a device, they should search it for evidence.
Me: Did u find a laptop when u searched thru Riley’s room?
I flicked it on and waited for his reply as a mesmerizing photograph of a school of parrot fish in a turquoise sea came up as the screen saver. With my attention diverted, I tucked my cock away and leaned over the laptop on the desk. It was odd that nothing in this room indicated what type of person Riley Laws was. Even though this photograph was a commonly chosen pic of a fish made popular from an animated movie, it seemed contrived and deliberate.
Shaun: found no laptop.
I placed my finger on the mouse pad, and a popup box asking for a password blocked my search. Tapping my fingers on the wooden desk in frustration, I tried to think of what password she’d use. Her date of birth was the obvious choice, and I racked my brain trying to remember what that was. Then I remembered that while Shaun was pretending to be best buds with her at orientation, he stole her ID from her bag for a few seconds, took a picture, and sent it to me.
Okay, so maybe I won’t sack Shaun. He was a good mule and great at thieving and lying to get the dirt on someone.
Just as I scrolled through my gallery for the picture of her ID, a message from her came through that made me laugh.
Riley: You’re the stalker. You tell me where I am.
With that thought in mind, I entered her date of birth into the password box, and red words flashed at me, indicating the incorrect password. I paused for a second, trying to recall when Annika’s birthday was. She was a summer baby, yeah, I was sure her birthday was June or July... around the same time as Mikky’s. Mom would know because she kept a small notebook that listed important dates, but I didn’t want to contact her to find out.
Wait. Mikky. Fuck. I forgot his birthday.
His first birthday out of prison in years, and I fucking forgot it. I’ll use my fake ID to buy a packet of King of Denmark cigars, his favorite…well, it used to be his favorite before he was arrested. I’m guessing he never smoked the good stuff inside and resorted to Camels.
I had another three tries of the password before it locked out the user, so I decided not to try my luck. Instead, I shut it down and slid it back inside the folder. Now that I had the keycard, I could always return and try again.
After tidying her room, I hesitated before leaving because I liked being here, immersed in her perfume as her panties bulged in my pocket. I liked her subtle vibe, both in person and in the atmosphere created in her room amongst her things. She’d be a nice girl on my arm when going to parties or the beach. As I smoothed down her bed covers with my hand, I had to remind myself why I was there…to find Annika. That’s the problem. I was getting lost in Riley Laws as I searched for Annika Kaiser.
Ripping off the ski mask, I cracked the door to check that no one was watching before I left, dragging my feet and with a heavy heart. How could I possibly pursue this girl without showing her who I am? If she were Annika, she’d run and go underground again as soon as she saw my face. I couldn’t let that happen. Riley was growing on me, and I wanted to spend time with her one-on-one.
I pulled my hood over my head and trotted down the stairs, avoiding eye contact with anyone who came my way. Once I was out into the sunshine, an idea struck me of how I could pull it off—date Riley to get close to her without exposing who I was.
“You know, I might be a fucking genius,” I mumbled, rubbing my hands together in glee at my master plan as I strolled down the road to my car.
I think it might work.