4. Elliot
ELLIOT
T he pieces were falling into place perfectly.
I had her right where I wanted her. She was desperate to stay in school, and she was on the verge of failing.
Her little friend suggested the best and worst thing she could do.
You know you’re on the brink of genius when the plan forms itself based on a series of events that were unfolding.
The moment I heard her agree to buy the paper, I knew what I had to do.
I stood and tossed my untouched lunch into the trash.
I was too busy listening to their conversation to worry about eating.
I slid my hands into my pants pockets, and I ducked my head as I stepped back out into the rain.
It had lightened some, but it was still a near-constant drizzle that would soak you in a matter of minutes.
The sky was dark with thick clouds, and a strong breeze was moving through, making it useless even to use an umbrella.
One gust of wind sent rain pelting you from whatever angle the wind was coming from.
By the time I reached my classroom, my lunch hour was half over.
I had one more class to get through, then I could turn all of my attention onto the task at hand: writing the paper that little Ms. Evelyn Ashford would purchase and turn in, ultimately putting her right where I wanted her.
Willing to give me anything I asked for in exchange for not expelling her.
My dick throbbed at the possibility of her agreeing to my terms. Already, I was imagining how she’d look naked and spread out across the desk in my office.
I imagined stripping her down, discovering every inch of her body like I was Columbus finding the New World.
I wondered how many men she’d been with.
With as young and shy as she was, I would’ve bet that she hadn’t been with many, if any.
I went from half hard to fully standing at attention when I thought about being her first. I knew that Gabe would’ve hated to learn that I’d been banging his sister, six ways to Sunday, and all over some bullshit that he probably thought no longer mattered.
I don’t forget, and I don’t forgive easily.
Once I’d been fucked over, it stayed at the forefront of my mind until I got my revenge.
And I’d waited long enough to pay Gabe back for his crimes.
I wasn’t a total asshole. I briefly questioned myself, unsure if I was going too far by bringing her into things, but she was just as much a part of it as he or I was.
There was the chance that she wasn’t a virgin at all, and if that was the case, I didn’t need to worry so much.
If she were like every other college girl, she was already spending every weekend looking for a dick to ride, so manipulating her onto mine was nothing.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure what I wanted more: her to be a virgin—so that I could be the one to rip it away—or if I wanted her to be seasoned so I could fuck her any way I wanted without having to worry about getting hit with guilt later on.
I pushed the thoughts aside as I sat behind my desk, working on typing up the paper that I knew she’d buy.
It was a stupid ass idea to buy a paper over the internet.
With technology being what it was, it was almost impossible to cheat.
There were too many ways to get caught. I could upload the paper and almost instantly determine if someone else had written it.
She really should’ve considered those things.
However, since I knew that I was the one writing the paper, there was nothing to do but wait for her to buy it and turn it in.
I didn’t want to respond to the ad too quickly, so I figured I’d wait until the end of the day to track things down.
I worked on the paper until it was time for my next class to start, then I buttoned things up until I got back to my apartment later that day.
I poured myself a drink to enjoy as I searched for the ad that was posted during lunch.
It didn’t take long to find it. Within minutes, I saw it and replied.
After sending the email, I resumed working on the paper.
The only problem I was having was figuring out how to make the exchange.
I couldn’t exactly give her my personal information for an electronic transfer, and without proof, I couldn’t create a fake name to start an account under either.
I had to find someone else to meet with her, someone to hand over the paper and to collect the money.
I didn’t give a shit about the money, but if payment weren’t required, it would throw up some red flags on her end.
I couldn’t be the one to meet with her either, so I tried to think of who I could get to make the exchange.
If nothing else, I knew I could always resort to using someone who was looking to make a few bucks. I had a few students who were always down to make some money, and they didn’t care if the job was legal or not. I got to work on writing her paper, deciding how I’d get it to her later.
The subject wasn’t that hard, not if you had a good grasp of it anyway.
I think she’d gotten to the point where she had psyched herself out.
She was convinced from my past reactions that anything she did wasn’t good enough.
I managed to write the paper within a matter of hours, but she didn’t think she could pull it off in two days?
I didn’t question it. Instead, I sat waiting anxiously until she replied to my email.
I was about to give up and turn in for the night when my phone finally chimed with an alert.
USER281,
Thank you for replying to the ad I posted. I would love to purchase the paper you’ve written. The assignment is due on Friday, and I need time to reword some sections to make it appear as if I wrote it myself. When can you meet, and what is your fee? Thanks again!
A smile tugged at my lips as I sat up a little taller, preparing my reply.
Verge of Failing,
I completely understand the need to adjust the paper to your liking. I’m available to meet anytime after lunch tomorrow. Let me know what works best for you and where you’d like to meet. The price of the paper is $100, payable in cash. Please let me know if this works for you.
I hit send and slid my phone into my hoodie pocket.
Grabbing the remote from the coffee table, I shut off the TV and stood, ready to get into bed for the night.
I turned for the front door, making my way over to it to lock up for the night.
Before I could even make it to my room, my phone was going off again.
USER281,
A hundred dollars is totally doable. Can you meet at the fountain in the center of campus around three o’clock? I pass by there multiple times a day. Sticking to my usual routine would be best for me. Let me know. Thanks!
I grinned so wide it felt like my lips were cracking. I wet them and replied once more for the night.
Verge of Failing,
That will work. See you then.
I stepped into my room and took a seat on the edge of my bed.
I started scrolling through my contacts, trying to find someone who could do this exchange for me.
I reviewed my list a couple of times before deciding on one of the guys on the football team who owed me for passing him and vowed to repay me.
He was more than happy to help me out, too, when I texted him.
I printed the paper and slipped it into a large manila envelope, which I then sealed. Then I tucked it into my bag to pass off the following day.
When I sank into bed for the night, I was tired and utterly exhausted, but deep down, I was excited.
I couldn’t believe that I was so close to finally getting my revenge on someone who used to be my best friend.
I couldn’t believe that I was finally going to have Evelyn right where I wanted her all semester.
My eyes closed, but sleep didn’t come. Instead, I found myself thinking about different scenarios, all the things I wanted to do to her.
My imagination took over, and I saw images of me spanking her with a ruler as she bent over my desk, wearing nothing but one of those short skirts she often wore.
I thought about the way her skin would get more and more red with every smack I delivered.
I thought about stripping her down completely, licking every single inch of her flesh as I imagined how sweet she’d taste.
When I thought about forcing her onto her knees, my body came alive.
My dick throbbed with need as I thought about trailing the tip of my cock around her plump lips.
I wanted to make her gag on my dick. I wanted her choking on my come.
When I thought about her big green eyes on mine, with tears rolling down her cheeks, I pushed the blanket beneath my hips and reached into my shorts, taking myself in hand.
I tightened my grip as I worked myself from base to tip, while I took my little daydream even deeper.
I tangled my hand in her hair, winding it around my fist as I moved her forward and back.
My hips did the same, thrusting myself into her throat.
I imagined how good it would feel for her throat to spasm around me every time I made her gag.
I watched her spit drip from my shaft when she pulled back, and I thrust forward again, going just as deep as before.
My release began to rise, so I doubled my speed until I was tearing apart at the seams. I held my orgasm back for as long as I could.
When I couldn’t take anymore, I grabbed a tissue from the box on the bedside table and used it to catch my load as it shot from the head of my dick, soaking into the thin paper as I continued to pump for as long as I could.
My bicep and shoulder were both burning.
My chest was rising and falling quickly as I tried to catch my breath.
My heart pounded against my chest, and I had sweat beading up on my forehead.
I pulled the tissue away from my cock, wadding it up and tossing it into the wastebasket by the bed.
I tucked myself away and fixed my shorts before shutting off the light and scooting down in bed.
I was so close to having Eve right where I wanted her, I could taste it.
And I couldn’t fucking wait until Friday when she would turn in the paper I wrote, trying to pass it off as her own.
Because then I’d know that I could have her once and for all.
She wasn’t strong enough to resist me, to tell me no, or to fuck off and expel her.
I knew she’d give in once given the option.
I just prayed that she went through with using my paper.
My own plan rested on her using it instead of writing her own.
To say that I was nervous and anxious as I waited for Friday to arrive was an understatement.
I was so fucking anxious to see how things turned out that I got to work an hour before my first class on Friday.
I collected papers first thing and then started up my lesson plan.
The entire time, my eyes stayed on the clock, counting down the minutes until my first class ended and her class began.
When I saw her walk in, my dick nearly jumped from my pants.
I watched her walk across the room, looking anywhere but at me.
She took in the students as she passed them, and once she took her seat, her attention went straight to the window.
She worried her bottom lip, looking torn between doing the right thing and doing the thing that would keep her on campus.
Only time would tell which option she’d go with.
When ten o’clock rolled around, I stood behind my desk.
I cleared my throat and said, “Alright, everyone. Pass those papers to the front of the class.” There was a round of sighs and whines, but everyone started to pull their papers out of their belongings and pass them to the front.
Many professors preferred digital copies.
I preferred paper ones. I walked to the far side of class, taking the papers at the front desk.
I moved to the next row and then the next, my eyes never leaving her for long.
I saw her remove two papers from her notebook, her eyes moving from one to the other and then back, almost like she was debating which one to turn in.
My heart was hammering and my palms were sweating.
At the last minute, I saw her roll her eyes and pass one of the papers forward, tucking the other back into her notebook.
I’m not sure which one she turned in. I was anxious to get to her row so that I could see.
I knew I’d recognize my paper at a glance.
I made a motion with my hand, telling the students to move a little quicker at turning in the papers, and all because I wanted to see hers.
I grabbed the stack from rows two through five.
When I got to six, I held out my hand and the guy in the first seat gave them to me.
“Alright, class is about to start. Pull out your laptops or get your pens ready to take some notes. We have a lot to cover today,” I told them, moving to my desk as I flipped from paper to paper, looking for hers.
She added a title page, meaning I couldn’t see the actual paper, and I couldn’t exactly hold back class to get a good enough look.
Clenching my jaw, I dropped the stack onto my desk and moved to the podium.
My attention went straight to her. She had her laptop out, looking like she was ready to start fresh.
Was she being hopeful, or did she know she’d need whatever notes she’s able to take?
I was eager to find out.