Chapter 21
Trent
I didn’t really expect to get much from the phone, but finding Magnus’s spyware cracks me up in the middle of the criminology lab, drawing attention from some of the other students in here.
Luis, the grad student who’s always in here for one reason or another, looks over curiously. “Sup?” he asks, up-nodding my workstation.
I wave to the phone. “Magnus doesn’t do anything by halves,” I explain vaguely. “I found some of his code on this thing and it’s ridiculous.”
“Can I see?” he asks, scooting his stool closer.
I pull up the code on my computer, highlighting some of the more interesting lines that I see. He points to some, whistling through his teeth.
“He ain’t fucking around,” he comments, shaking his head. “Was this phone broken before his code got in here?” he asks, eyeing the cheap device.
“Yeah. It’s the pay-by-the-minute kind. If it’d been attached to a carrier service, Magnus wouldn’t have wanted it processed.
” Unfortunately, the phone had only been used to message me and him, no outgoing phone calls at all, and it didn’t even have the decency to have any liftable prints.
I didn’t even find any skin cells on the damn thing, and I’ve never met a phone that didn’t carry at least a few flakes from their owners between the buttons.
“He’s intense,” Luis grunts, still scanning the code.
“He wrote this?” He pushes his dark hair off his face, biting his lips before glancing at me with curious dark eyes.
“It’s more delicate than I would have expected from him,” he explains with a little smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
“He didn’t study computer science, did he?
I’ve had a few classes with him, but he was always studying Chinese and neuroscience. ”
I didn’t know Luis knew him that well. “He says computers were his first love, but the information for how to make them work is so easily accessible that paying a university to teach you is a waste of education dollars,” I reply with a shrug.
“You friends with him?” I don’t know why I ask that, except that maybe I’m wondering if I misread Magnus at some point.
I thought I was his only student friend.
Luis clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Nah, man. I’ve just had a few classes and shit with him. We’re friendly, ya know, but he’s not really accessible to us peons.”
I furrow my brow, surprised by that assessment.
“You know he’s not like that. He just has to balance being a professor and a student.
It’s hard to be friends with his peers when he might end up with one as a student.
He took over my stats class this year, and the work arounds he has to go through just because I’m in the class is ridiculous. He doesn’t see anyone as a peon.”
Luis chuckles, shaking his head. “I think you’re seeing him through rosy lenses, my man.
Magnus is great and all, but he’s not about anyone who can’t match his mental energy.
I’ve watched him reject a girl who asked him on a date to his face by asking her what she thought about some theory he had been reading about that day.
The girl didn’t even know what he was talking about, and when she said she didn’t know, he said, ‘I’ll find someone who does,’ and left that chick hanging. Dude just walked away.”
Honestly, he probably didn’t know she was asking him on a date, because that sounds exactly like something Magnus would do, not understanding the intention of the girl’s offer.
“That’s obliviousness, not snobbery,” I chuckle.
“He’s been getting better about that, but I’m not sure if he’ll ever not be the distracted genius stereotype. ”
Luis clicks his tongue again and rolls his eyes, looking back at the code. “It’s possible to be a genius and not an asshole,” he grumbles, scooting back to his workspace and packing up his stuff. “See ya,” he grunts and books it out of the lab.
I try not to take it personally that he thinks Magnus is an asshole, but irritation tenses my jaw anyway.
I know that not everyone is going to like everyone else, but Magnus is so fucking likable that I’m not sure how anyone can spend any time around him and come to the conclusion that he’s an asshole.
“Fucker.” I cuss at where Luis was sitting and get back to my analysis. Not that there’s much here to analyze. Whoever picked this phone knew exactly the point of a burner phone.
***
I shoot Magnus an email with my analysis of the phone, which doesn’t give us much beyond what his spyware got from it, then I take myself back to the dorm.
I don’t know how this meeting with the board of trustees is going to go, but it feels fair to let our subscribers know what’s happening.
Since I’m running low on time, I shoot Magnus a text and let him know what I’m planning.
With his thumbs up, I start a live stream, mounting my phone on the bathroom mirror first.
I let the live stream notifications go out while I strip and get the shower started.
Once it’s hot, I grab my phone, smiling at the camera.
“Hey, subs. Yes, I’m taking a shower, and you are joining me because Magnus and I have been called to the principal’s office, aka the Board of Trustees, because some fucker decided to take a screen shot of our last live stream and edit a picture of the chancellor’s face where mine should have been and—let’s just say there’s scandal afoot. ”
I laugh and mount my phone in the shower, stepping back to get wet before looking back at the camera. “I thought it would be pretty shitty for us not to let you know that we’re facing the firing squad for being stalked. Can anyone say, ‘victim-blaming?’”
I shake my head at that and run some shampoo over my hair, rinsing it off and adding conditioner before returning to my stream.
“Magnus assures me that he’s going to take care of this, but just so you know, the vids might pause while we’re working this out.
Hopefully not, obviously. I have a list I want to work through with Magnus and it’s more fun with an audience, if you know what I mean. ”
I wink at the camera and rinse the conditioner out, then soap up, washing myself head to toe.
I grin at the camera and stroke myself to full hardness.
It’s not like I pulled everyone in for a livestream without the intention of giving them a show.
“You didn’t think I was going to leave you hanging, did you? ” I tease.
I run my hand over my shaft a few times.
“Sometimes I wonder if you’re getting off with me.
I hope you are. That’s the point, right?
Solo sex is great, but it’s always fun to play with someone else, and today you’re my someone else.
I get to be yours, and it’s hot, isn’t it?
I’m so fucking aroused knowing you’re on the other side of this stream, and I hope you’re here because I do it for you, too. ”
I’m getting close. Who knew that I’d be this kinky when Magnus proposed this experiment?
“Fuck, that’s hot, isn’t it? I’m gonna blow. I don’t even have time for a good tease, but you’re here with me, and that’s enough. Fuck.”
I strangle my cock as my orgasm explodes, taking me on a rollercoaster of pure pleasure.
I don’t know how many times I spurt, but it leaves me wrung out and loose.
Sighing, I shoot the camera a wicked smile.
“Let’s hope the board doesn’t kick me out of school, but I guess if they do, I’ve got an alternate career path. ”
Not that I want to make porn for the rest of my life.
“We’ll let you know how the meeting goes,” I assure them with a flirty wink. “See ya.”
I end the live stream, turn off the water, and start scrolling through the comments. Most of them are supportive, a few are political about the prejudice against sex workers, and then there’s one that I send a screen shot of to Magnus.
Me: I think this is from our stalker:
The board of trustees should shut you down, fire Magnus, and kick you out of school. You’re a disgrace to the school.
It could be the stalker, or it could be a rando. Either way, I’m going to let Magnus figure out how to deal with them.
And before that happens, I get dressed, put on my one suit, and take myself to the admin building for the meeting with the board.
Hopefully Magnus has a plan for this, because—not gonna lie—I’m shitting my pants about this meeting.
This could literally end my career before it starts, and while I like making lots of money with porn, that’s not my ultimate goal and vision for my future, and I really need Magnus to slam dunk this. My future probably depends on it.