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Interrogated Until Dawn

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Wakefulness is a race we cannot not win; Sleep is
remorseless as all salvation should
be          

"Are you his real girlfriends?" Gerry, a shorter,

stout girl with short black hair inquired.

"It doesn't work that way," Chastity confessed.

"Zane is our property and we rent him out for social functions."

"No you don't," I laughed. "Chastity and Hope

are good friends and we came out for dinner and a movie."

"If you aren't dating anyone in particular there is

going to be a party next Saturday. It is by special invitation only, it is a
block party but we could call you when we find out," Erin offered.

"Hey, babes," this guy greeted us, or more

appropriately, the ladies around me.

He was rather average looking; perhaps he would have looked

better if his face wasn't constantly burned by the Sun and he avoided smoking
joints and drinking so much. I figured he was about twenty or so. He was
unlikely to have anything resembling a regular girlfriend or even regular sex
because he paid little heed to his looks or his wardrobe.

His chief companion was a weasely guy; not the shifty sort,

but the blood-thirsty feral kind. He was short and wiry with an anger that came
from unrealized ambition and recognition; probably a vicious fighter but used
to striking from the blind side. The final guy was tall and skinny, suffering
from shyness exacerbated by the presence of women.

Erin and Gerry looked at the new guy, snorted derisively and

turned back to me.

"Here's our number," Erin said as she took out a

pen and wrote her digits on my palm. "Call on Thursday and we'll tell you
where we can meet." I nodded because I was grappling with the rudeness
these girls were showing this guy and his buddies.

"What, going to be a party?" the guy leered.

"By invitation," Erin responded, "College

students only." I was starting to feel for this guy.

"What, is Zane boy and his Kappa Sig whores good enough

for you sluts, but real working men are not?" he taunted us.

"Don't do that," I warned him, putting a hand to his

chest as he stepped forward and tried to put his hands on Erin's and Hope's
asses. I'm not sure what Erin would do but Hope was likely to dislocate his
jaw.

"Take your hand off me, jack ass," he growled. His

weasely buddy looked ready to pounce.

"We should call it a night," I told the ladies.

"Erin, Gerry, I'll call later. Ladies, let's get out of here." Erin
and Gerry tossed a worried look dumbass's way, then smiled to me and left. My
companions and I left by a different way. Since we were heading out the easiest
way to the parking lot, the three guys followed us.

"Hey, you sissy bastard, why are you afraid to

share?" he mocked me, but really, was sissy bastard the best he could do?
I sensed him coming up behind us as we exited the mall so I spun around, as did
the girls.

"So how much do these Kappa Sigs cost?" he

chuckled. "It can't be that much if you are buying these whores two at a
time. I'll give you twenty for them both."

"Walk away, Zane," Chastity urged me quietly.

"Let it go."

"You are right," I bit down my anger, "not

only does he not have the money, he couldn't satisfy a woman even if he could
convince one to accept payment."

"Mother fucker," he snarled, and shoved me back. I

had had enough.

"Go back to your playmates," I warned him calmly,

"I'm not someone you want to be badmouthing ladies around."

"Whatchya gonna do, Fucker?" he shot back.

"How about when I finish kicking your ass, I'm gonna bang both the bitches
you brought tonight? Then I'm going to ride those whores you were on the video with."

"Oh, you shouldn't have said that," breathed Hope.

I was not the one she was admonishing, either.

"Apologize to these two ladies right now and pledge to

never go near the Kappa Sigs and I'll let you leave here under your own
power," I responded.

"I was afraid this shit-hole would never fight,"

the weasel guy sneered. I looked to the third guy.

"Do you know the number for the hospital?" I asked

him. He nodded. "Good." The main talker started to shift his body
into an aggressive stance but had the nerves of a bully, not a fighter. My
first strike rocked him back on his feet and gave me the time I needed for his
buddy.

The buddy got a quick but unskilled jab off. I blocked it

and popped him hard, nearly knocking him over. I spun back to the Talker, set him
up with a strike, and then kicked him so hard that I sent him flying out of the
fight. The Weasel lashed out again; I caught his arm and drove my knee into his
stomach. I kept that up for eight more knee-strikes until he ceased struggling
and slumped to the ground.

"Make that call," I told the third guy, then

grabbed my girls and ran for the car.

"Why are we running?" Hope asked as we got into my

car.

"They already know who I am but you two are unknown.

Face it," I reasoned with them, "if you two get dragged down to the
police station, that could be big trouble."

"And since you are already known, you are

screwed," Chastity muttered.

"Yes, basically. Once I get you two safely back to your

dorm, I'll turn myself in and deal with the consequences," I informed
them.

"We'll talk to Gorman when we get back," Hope

said.

"That kind of voids the reason for fleeing the

scene," I pointed out.

"What is it about you, dates, and the police?"

Chastity chided me.

"Hey, now, only half my dates have ended with police

involvement," I complained.

"Zane, do you realize how horrible those odds

are?" Hope noted.

"Does this mean no second date?" I joked.

"I think we want a do-over on this one," Hope

grinned. "I think we were all hoping for a different kind of excitement
when we got back to your place."

"Groan, it would sort of suck for you two to be in my

room when the cops come for me," I sighed. That was the end of our
conversation, because it would suck and we had no choice.

Once I had Hope and Chastity back to their dorm, I made my

way back to my place and changed. Since we were normally required to be in
uniform, we had gone to Aunt Jill's to change into 'normal' attire, but I had
decided we didn't have the time for it on the way back. I gave Coach Gorman a
call and explained the events, minus my two friends. She told me to stay put.

It was past midnight when I received a call from the Coach.

"Zane, please come to my office," she told me.

"I'll be right there," I responded, as I slipped

off my bed. The campus was still and dark as I made my way to the Security
Center.

There were only two offices with lights on, that of the

night officer and Gorman's office. Inside, I found Gorman behind her desk and a
Sheriff's Deputy sitting in a chair opposite her and angled to look at me and the
door.

"I told you he would come," Gorman reprimanded the

officer.

"He ran once; I had reason to believe he would rabbit

again," the man answered.

"Cowardice is not a trait I attribute to Mr.

Braxton," Gorman commented dryly.

"That may be the case," he replied. "Mr.

Braxton, I want to ask you some questions about what happened at the mall this
evening around 9:30."

"I went to see a movie. When I came out, I was accosted

by three men, and when I attempted to leave, they followed me to the parking
lot where I proceeded to beat the crap out of them," I confessed.

"So you admit putting two men in the hospital?"

the Sheriff's Deputy inquired.

"Yes, sir. I struck the taller one in the face, pivoted

and did a downward block to the smaller guy, following through with an uppercut
to his jaw. I did another strike to the first guy, then did a jump kick, sorry
Coach, to his sternum, putting him out of the fight. The smaller guy righted
himself, struck, and I caught him in an arm bar. I then brought my knee to his
stomach, sorry Coach, and struck him repeatedly with it, sorry Coach," I
outlined the fight.

"Thank you. But why are you apologizing to Coach

Gorman?" the Deputy asked.

"He's apologizing for not using Karate moves,"

Dana informed him. "I'm his Karate Coach as well as Head of
Security."

"And a hell of a soccer coach, or so I'm told," I

grinned sadly.

"That is nice. Now, there was a report of two women

being with you," the officer said. "Who were they? I need to
interview them."

"I'm not going to deny there were other women there but

I won't name names. There could be academic consequences for fighting and I
want to spare them that," I explained.

"Son, I could tack on a charge of obstruction of

justice to go with your two counts of assault and one of fleeing the scene of a
crime," he related.

"Okay. Do what you have to do," I declared.

"I will not turn on my friends."

"In that case, I am placing you under arrest," the

Deputy stated, as he stood up and Mirandized me. He brought out the cuffs and
led me away.

Back at the Sheriff's Office, I sat down with SD Burrows, my

arresting officer, and we worked on his report. It turned out I could type and
he could peck, so I convinced him to dictate the report for him because I
desperately needed some sleep. A female Sheriff's Deputy gave our case, and me,
a double-take.

"What have you got here?" the woman asked.

"Two counts of Assault, fleeing the scene, and

obstruction of justice," Burrows said.

"Zane Braxton?" she inquired.

"Yeah. We have him in a report for that fight at the

Kappa Sigma House last Saturday, though no charges were filed," he
informed her. "I went to the University, that's Freedom Fellowship, and he
turned himself in."

"Why did you run?" She turned to me. I groaned and

lowered my head.

"Apparently, he was protecting the identity of the two

women he was with; most likely fellow FFU students," Barrows filled her
in. She nodded and went on her way.

"Okay," he said when we finished, "let's get

you processed and put you into the general holding cell. Do you want to call
your lawyer?"

"I'd rather get some sleep," I confided in him.

"You will be arraigned tomorrow morning at 9:00 so have

someone by then," he advised me. After that was the tedious process of
fingerprints and the pictures before they finally moved me to the 'overnight'
holding cell.

Inside were two benches and nine guys. Five crowded onto one

bench, two biker-type guys lounged on the second bench, and two were left to
stand against the bars. I was really tired.

"I'm really tired," I explained to the more

tattooed and bald biker-guy, "get off my God-damn bench." There was a
hush in the cell.

"What did you say, Pussy?" the guy said as he

stood up. He had an inch on me and fifty pounds or so. His buddy was standing
as well.

"I've put two guys in the hospital tonight already. I'm

more than willing to put your heads through the bars, Asshole. Now get off my
God-damn bench," I growled.

"Braxton, I don't want any trouble from you," a

passing Deputy commented.

"What's he in for?" the lead biker asked the

Deputy.

"He put two guys in the hospital for talking to his

ladies, as best as we can figure," the officer stated.

"What are these two in for?" I inquired, while

keeping my eyes on the bikers.

"Misdemeanor drug possession," the Deputy answered.

I smiled evilly at the bikers.

"Get off my God-damn bench. I need a nap," I

seethed and they back-side-stepped out of my way. As I said, I was really
cranky.

For whatever reason, no one attacked me in my sleep, and I

was definitely dead to the world within five minutes of my head hitting the
hard surface of my contested bench. I dreamed of ice cream and pizza, and
scantily clad babes bringing me ice cream and pizza, confirming that while
exhausted, I was not dead.

"Mr. Braxton," a strange yet not totally

unfamiliar voice said as she shook me awake. I looked up into the deep, earthy
brown eyes of the female Deputy that I'd seen earlier. "They need you in
Interrogation Room One." I sat up and rubbed my eyes, realized I didn't
have a watch, so I inquired as to the time, a little past 2:00.

"Okay, but I've already confessed," I mumbled as I

stood up. "I'm not sure what more I can say." She turned and walked
out of the cell, where a second female officer was holding the door. Alarm
bells were going off. While I've never been to a US jail before, I'd seen
enough police procedural shows to know the cops never let the convict get
behind them.

Girls do it all the time, when they want to show off their

ass, and I stupidly was caught doing just that, as her smirk over her shoulder
revealed. She shut the door when I left and walked down the hall with one in
front of me and one behind. Sure enough, they took me into an interrogation
room, and the unknown one took a seat opposite me while the slightly more
familiar one stood behind my chair.

"Mr. Braxton, we understand you have refused your right

to counsel; is that correct?" the one with Urquhart on her name tag said.

"Technically, no. I have refused to call for a lawyer

but I plan to engage one in the morning," I admitted.

"We would like to ask you some questions, if that is

okay?" Deputy Urquhart said.

"Sure," I leaned back. The other officer put her

hands on my shoulders. Without really thinking about it, I reached across my
chest to the opposite shoulder and ran my fingertips along the fingertips of
the woman's hand. My interrogator noted the gesture.

"You were in an altercation at the Kappa Sigma House

last weekend. What can you tell us about that?" she asked.

"I imagine saying things like 'it wasn't official' and

'it was within city limits' is pointless, so I guess I was shoved into the
girls' bathroom by five guys and got my ass kicked," I explained.

"Five guys decided to beat you up? Was there a

reason?" she persisted. The other officer began rubbing her fingers along
with mine.

"Short story, none of your business; longer version,

these frat boys were messing with some of the ladies I came to the party with
and I got the ladies away. Later, they came for payback and a fight ensued. I
got my ladies out, then went back to the Kappa Sigs to see if everything was
okay."

"But neither the FFU girls nor the Sorority pressed

charges so we don't know who they are, and now you are in another fight, women
are involved, but you won't tell us who they are either," she outlined.

"Basically, yes," I replied.

"You are looking at some very serious trouble if these

girls don't step forward or you don't tell us who they are," she
explained. I took the time to move my free hand behind me and onto the thigh of
the officer there. In seconds, I had spider-climbed my hand to her crotch. She
tensed up, pushed away from me, then rocked forward until her breasts bracketed
my head.

"Well, since that's not going to happen, how about we

get something to eat?" I sighed. I figured that sleep wasn't likely so I
might as well toss around some sexual innuendo to lighten the mood.

"You are looking at serious jail time and your first

thought is to order out?" the interrogator questioned.

"I was hoping to eat in, actually," I grinned.

"Oh, and what makes you think that is going to

happen?" she questioned me with a sexual undertone.

"Two female officers, you are not taking notes, and

I've been frigging your partner behind my back for nearly a minute now without
her putting my head through the table," I explained.

She stared at me for a second, not sure if I was exhibiting

bravado or I was really playing into their game. Apparently her partner
expressed to her visually that I was indeed playing with her.

"Well, what do you have in mind?" she gave a

lopsided grin. "I'm Haley and she's Tara."

"First off," I stood up, moved the chair away, and

turned to Tara, "I'd like to do this." I ran my hands down her sides,
around to cup the ass she'd shown me in the cell while I kissed her.

Tara pulled my lips down to her ear and neck while I raised

her leg up until her knee was at my hip level. When I began working on her belt
buckle, her hands came around and helped me until it swung loose and she
lowered it to the ground. A rapid mutual stripping off of the clothes followed.

"You two want to slow down?" Haley joked as she

came up behind me.

"Fuck, this thing is huge," Tara gasped past me to

her partner. Since her hand had surrounded my cock, I had to imagine she had a
flair for the dramatic. "He's twice as big as my husband." Oh, Hell!
Husband? I guess if I was a better guy, I'd end things right now, but I'm an
okay guy, not a saint.

"If he complains, remind him that he's sleeping with

that tramp of a sister you have," Haley teased.

"God, yes," Tara moaned happily, "Let's get a

condom on this bad boy and see if he performs as advertised. If he's anything
like his video, I can't wait to show this to Bill and let's see how he likes
it."

"Whoa," I interjected. "Who is your husband,

Bill, and is he going to want to kill me?" Tara slid down my body, licking
my shaft and balls as she went, retrieved a condom from her pants, and came
back up along the same path.

"Don't you worry, Zane; he's a bouncer at the Fallout

Shelter," Tara assured me.

Clearly I had no idea what that was so Tara enlightened me.

"It's a popular college club. You can't get in there

legally anyway."

"Your sister?" I questioned. As for the club, was

an ID the only thing in the way? Simple.

"She's a bartender there, the slut. She's still pissed

that I put her husband away," Haley explained.

"What'd he go in for?" This was getting more and

more twisted. Haley began rubbing her nearly naked body against mine from
behind.

"Arms trafficking. He was sentenced to twelve years

down in Fairview," Haley murmured, "Now, let's put that tongue to
better use." Arms trafficking, at least I'm learning about firearms at
school.

I turned Tara around and pushed her up against the table

next to Haley.

"How are we going to do this?" Haley asked.

"You both get up on the table and I'll give it a

shot," I told them. "I am so far past exhausted that I feel
invincible."

I crouched down, placing Haley's left and Tara's right

between my legs, and began to massage their cunts in tandem. I moved up to
Haley first, kissing her cunt lips, then making three passes with my tongue,
parting her lips and tasting her fluids as they began to flow. I then
transferred my attention to Tara, this time sucking on her already excited
clit.

"Make out," I suggested to the objects of my

affections.

"We are not like that," Tara told me. Well, that

sucked, or more like, I was going to be the only one sucking, which made my job
a lot harder. Now I had to increase the activities of my fingers to keep them
boiling, and finally I sent Tara over the edge with clitoral stimulation with
my lips and teeth.

"Oh, God!" she cried out shrilly. Her legs wrapped

around my shoulders and squeezed me tightly to her, temporarily pulling my hand
away from Haley's honey trap. The second I could pry myself free of Tara's
legs, I stood over Haley and began sliding my cock into her hot, steamy cunt.
"Ah," she moaned, "give it to me just like that, oh, yeah."

I pushed in slowly. By her tightness, I figured it had been

some time since she'd had sex.

"Oh, fuck, she went on.

"Bigger than Chris?" Tara chuckled, somewhat

breathless. Chris? Who the fuck was Chris? If I had to deal with another
husband, I was going to seek out a non-extradition country.

"Chris?" I ground out, as I picked up my pounding

of Haley.

"My, ugh, ex, ugh, damn, you are , ugh, good,"

Haley grunted. "Caught, oh, yeah, him, banging a, ugh, co-ed, ugh,
divorced his, ass."

What the hell? Could no one in this town keep it in their

pants? Had I come home to where I truly belonged?

"How is he?" Tara asked.

"I'm, hmm, plotting out, yeah, baby, that, ugh, mile,

oh, good, between his, hmm, school and, fuck, yeah, his home." Haley urged
me on harder with her thighs on my ass and her fingernails on my shoulders and
back.

Lucky me; Lancaster city limits end right past the Kappa

Sigma house, then it's all county up to the campus gates. I already had a city
cop waiting for second round and now I was adding to frustrated Sheriff's
Deputies figuring out how to commit legal malfeasance on my ass. I was so
distracted, I literally collided with Haley's face as she grabbed the back of
my head and pulled me down.

Kissing, I understood; the licking of Tara's juices off my

face is somewhat unexpected. I caught Tara mesmerized by the show, though I was
really not in a position to push them together because Haley started going off.

"You bastard," she growled, "bastard,

bastard, fuck, fuck, you Bastard!!"

She bucked up against me with powerful jabs that rotated and

lifted her hips into my downward thrusts. She made this hissing noise through
her clenched teeth as her orgasm gripped her body in one massive seizure. How
exactly do you explain fucking a female officer to death?

"Did, is she going to be okay?" Tara worried. How

in the Hell am I supposed to know?

"Oh, Gawd," Haley finally gasped. "Do you date

older women?"

"Ah, I don't know, since I may be going to prison

soon," I responded cautiously.

"That's not going to be a problem," Tara said

seductively as she tilted my sweaty face her way. "Those guys dropped the
charges. Your lawyers are processing you out right now."

"A less deviant personality would be upset by what you

two just did," I groaned, "but since the sex has been really good and
I haven't cum yet, all I really want to know is, do we have to stop now or can
we keep going?" They exchanged glances, then turned on me with a hunger
worthy of she-wolves. Fortunately, I was feeling pretty damn Alpha wolf right
then too. Yes, I'm an idiot.

An hour later we were all finishing getting dressed when I

slumped back on the table and put an arm over my eyes to shield me from the
overhead florescent lights.

"You okay, Zane?" Tara asked.

"Nothing wrong here, but I did have this fantasy that

I'd get a good night's sleep tonight. I'm not sure how I'm going to get through
classes," I relayed to them.

"The weekend is almost here," Haley said as she

pulled me up and off the table. I stumbled into her arms and she gave me one
more saucy kiss. "Now we better produce your body before too many
questions are asked."

"Don't worry, we'll keep in touch with you to make sure

those guys don't cause you any trouble," Tara grinned.

"Which guys?" I asked for clarification.

"Exactly," Haley smiled. Translation: whatever

excuse works. "Let's go." We three had all made it out the door and
about fifteen steps down the hall when a voice called out behind us.

"Zane." It was Hudson Lane, the school's lawyer.

My two new friends and I turned around and I didn't have to

be told how bad things were. Lane and another woman had come out of the door
next to the interrogation room I'd just left. That would be the room on the
other side of the one-way glass.

"Hey, Ms. Lane," I grinned, even as the blood

drained out of my face. "Been here long?"

"About an hour," she smiled knowingly.

"I can explain," I gulped. My two cop buddies were

very silent on the matter.

"This is going to be good," Lane told the woman

standing next to her. The stranger looked intrigued.

"See, I ended up in a cell with some drug smugglers and

it necessitated a full-body cavity search," I offered hopefully.

"While that is a possibility, far-fetched perhaps, why

were the officers required to also be without their clothing?" the unnamed
lawyer asked. I stared at her.

"That's Zane's way of asking who you are," Hudson

smiled.

"Oh, my apology. I'm Sophia Brigitte Messier. I was hired

to represent you in this matter," the lawyer answered.

"Oh, okay. The officers discovered that they might have

had drug residue on their uniforms and had to remove them before the drugs
could take effect," I lied.

"And the physical Olympics that ensued?" Brigitte

smirked.

"CPR, I was having a bad reaction to, something,"

I groaned.

"For an hour? You are lucky to be alive," she said

with a straight face.

"I often feel that way too, lucky to be alive, that

is," I clarified.

"Officers, I think we are done here tonight," Lane

told my female Deputies. They both took a deep breath, Tara smirked at me, then
they both departed down the hall. "Let's go, Zane; it is time to get you
home." I moved aside so that Lane and Messier could walk past me, but Lane
put her hand to my back and moved me forward.

"No, you don't," she laughed. "You need to

get to campus before daylight."

"Couldn't you stash me in a motel room for twenty-four

hours?" I stifled a yawn. Lane shook her head and steered me out. As I was
leaving the station, a short, burly Deputy brushed past me. His name tag read
Chris Urquhart. Well, fuck a duck, Haley's ex is a Sheriff's Deputy too.

"Zane, are you okay?" Lane asked with some

concern.

"Let's get out of here before that guy figures out I just

nailed his ex-wife," I whispered to her.

"My car is this way," Brigitte motioned to us, and

we hastily made to her car and sped away.

"Just so I have this straight," Brigitte turned to

Lane, "you let this guy live among an entire school of young ladies?"

"I'd trust my daughter if I had one," Hudson

declared. "Zane's reliable and loyal, if sexually, "

"Promiscuous, aggressive, dynamic, Brigitte added.

"I can only imagine how this story is going to be received around the bar
where I hang out. I'm not sure anyone will believe me."

"This has never happened to you before?" Lane

teased us both.

"Going to a hospital and intimidating witnesses,

happens all the time. Going to the station to retrieve my client, only to find
him, I don't even know how to describe all those sexual acts he perpetrated on
those two female officers, still having sex with two of his arresting officers,
how does this happen to someone?" Brigitte wondered.

"That's Zane," Lane answered. "Zane, have you

ever turned down an offer of sex?"

"Recently," I thought about it, "technically,

yes I have."

"Really?" Lane sounded surprised.

"Well, she said I could do anything to her, and I told

her I wanted to cuddle," I told them. "Does that count?"

"A girl throws herself at you and all you want to do is

cuddle?" Brigitte said. "If it wasn't for what I witnessed over the
past hour, I might think you were gay."

"She is a really nice girl who is worried about the

nature of our relationship. She didn't really want to have sex, she wanted to
be appreciated, so I held her and talked to her and we fell asleep in each
other's arms," I explained.

"Is this the guy you think is a threat to our girls at

Freedom Fellowship?" Lane questioned.

"I actually wish my boyfriend had felt that way. He was

all about quick sex and rolling over, and private time was spending the night
at a club with his friends," Brigitte mulled it over, then, "Oh, God,
I unloaded on the two of you. I don't even know either one of you."

"Zane makes women around him do all kinds of crazy

things," Lane chuckled. "Blame him."

"Honestly, Ms. Messier, you need to take a good swim to

unwind," I noted. "Not power-laps either, but diving and swimming
deep, fun stuff." Silence followed.

"How did you know I was a swimmer? I competed in

college," Brigitte inquired.

"You have that kind of body, plus the way your roll

your shoulders and hips," I responded.

"I thought you would say something like my breasts were

small," she stated.

"What do you mean? You have great breasts. That green

half-cup is a really good choice for you, too," I told her.

"How, Brigitte stammered.

"I notice women," I explained. "Brown eyes,

set tight on an aquiline nose, shoulder length black hair, but you probably
feel you need a haircut, fine bone structure, five foot ten, and maybe 115
pounds, slender, and you regularly wax." More silence followed.

"How old is he, again?" Brigitte asked Hudson.

"I swear he's only eighteen; we checked. All we can

figure is that it is genetic. Apparently his father was a real hellion,"
Lane related. "We are lucky there aren't dozens of little Zane s out
there."

"Maybe that is why my Dad told me to never use my real

name when I first asked him for dating advice," I mused.

"I thought your parents died when you were

fifteen," Brigitte asked.

"They did, but I started dating when I was

twelve," I enlightened her.

"You were dating when you were twelve?" Hudson

gawked.

"If it is any consolation, she was sixteen," I

offered.

"How do you date a sixteen-year-old when you are

twelve?" Brigitte wondered.

"She was upset because some other girls were bothering

her. I started up a conversation and then I asked her out and she said
yes," I stated what was obvious to me.

"Tell me you didn't have sex," Lane said.

"No, I didn't have sex. I was a virgin until I went to

Thailand," I filled them in.

"No sex of any kind?" Brigitte asked.

"I didn't say that. I mean, she was gorgeous and,

filled out so much more than girls in my class, and she wanted to show me
stuff," I continued. Silence followed us into the campus parking lot.

"We'll see you up to your room," Hudson told me as

we got out of the car. At this point, I figured I could make a run for it, but
then Gorman would probably let them into my room eventually anyway. I
considered leaving the campus forever but I couldn't leave Rio behind. Finally,
I surrendered to the inevitable.

Not because I'm egotistical or believe I'm sexually

irresistible but because all I want to do is sleep, and that seems to draw
women to me like nails to a magnet. My life would have been so much easier if
I'd lied and told Brigitte she was a stick and claimed Hudson was unremarkable.
Of course, my hell-bound mind referenced that Hudson was definitely bi-sexual
and Brigitte was lonely.

"I need you to sign some papers," Brigitte told me

as we entered the dorm.

"Can I grab a shower first?" I responded. Ms.

Messier and Lane exchanged looks.

"Of course, Zane," Lane replied. "We'll go

over our notes until you get back."

In reality, lawyers are struggling guys in cheap suits with

bad diets and an under-developed sense of humor.

In my world, they are leggy babes with overcharged libidos

and a penchant for mixing business with pleasure. I fully expected a lesbian
love fest when I got back to my room from my shower so I was a bit surprised
when I got back and found them sitting on opposite ends of the bed in awkward
conversation.

I'm standing there with a white towel around my waist and my

flesh covered in a sheen of steam-borne water. Brigitte couldn't take her eyes
off me and licked her lips like I was a piece of prime rib. Hudson looked at
her and visually teased me seductively; she had used me as bait to get at her
newfound colleague. I'd hate her if she wasn't so damn hot. I'm going to have
to add Nuvigil to the Viagra I need to start taking.

"Zane, why don't you sit down next to Brigitte and we

can conclude our business," Hudson smiled and gave me a wink. Great, I've
gone from her sex toy to her accomplice. I sat down next to Brigitte, our
thighs rubbing against each other. She nervously pulled out some papers and a
notepad from her briefcase and held them up for me to look over. At the same
time, Hudson scooted down the bed until she was wedged in on my other side.

"Here is the itinerary I followed," she began.

"Okay, good," I nodded. I would have paid more

attention except Hudson touched my jaw and pulled my head away from Brigitte
and my lips into hers.

"My interview, maybe I should, Brigitte stuttered,

then fell totally quiet when I rested a hand on her thigh right above the knee.

Hudson and I kept making out, even after she pushed me back

on the bed and hovered over me. I kept a hand resting on Brigitte's hip and I
felt her shift so she was closer to facing the two of us.

"Keep him busy," Hudson suddenly told Brigitte as

she pulled up and away and began taking her shirt off. She looked back and
forth between me and Lane for three seconds before leaning in on me.

"Are you okay with this?" she said in a throaty

growl. I figured less was more so I simply nodded. She started kissing me
tentatively so I ran my hand through her hair and pulled her closer. Her
position was ungainly so I figured she'd turn on her side and lay beside me.
Instead, she vaulted me and straddled my hips.

"Are you really sure you are okay with this?" she

panted.

"If you are asking me if I want to have sex with you,

then yes, I have been fantasizing about having sex with you since I first saw
you, Brigitte." Not really the truth, but she did have a nice, firm,
athletic body and I did want to know it better. On my tombstone I want these
words transcribed: He was just curious.

"Thank God," she confessed, as her eyes lit up

with passion, "because I haven't had sex in nine months and watching you
for the past hour and a half has been murder."

"Are you going to make love to him with your clothes

on?" Hudson teased Brigitte.

"Oh, right," Brigitte admitted. She rolled off

toward Hudson and began hiking up her skirt and working down her pantyhose and
panties.

"Don't go anywhere," she demanded of me.

"This is my room; I'm hardly going to make a run for

the door," I joked back. I pulled off my towel, rolled onto my side, and
returned to kissing Brigitte. Every time she revealed a new portion of her
body, I dove on it, tasting, kissing, and nibbling every inch.

Hudson finished getting undressed first despite Brigitte's

frantic efforts. She was content to watch me and the new lawyer go at it. When
Brigitte finished stripping she pulled me on top of her with her legs pinning
my hips to her. I reached between her legs and stroked her kitty.

"Is there anything you want me to do first?" I

questioned her with a husky tone.

She let me rub my fingers over her cunt several times before

she nodded vigorously.

"Scoot to the top of the bed," I requested.

Brigitte crab-walked to the head of the bed while Hudson let her move past,
then shot me a 'clever boy' look. I crawled forth on all fours between
Brigitte's legs and gave her a famished look before lowering my lips to her
muff.

"Umm," she moaned as I rested my upper lip against

her clit while I inserted my tongue deep into her liquid folds, already
dripping with her need. I worked her over for over a minute before I noted
Hudson poised right above my head. I parted Brigitte's legs farther apart and
began kissing down her thighs toward the underside of her knees.

"No, Brigitte pleaded.

"Close your eyes and concentrate on my lips," I

instructed her. When she did so, I exchanged another quick look to Hudson, then
went lower on Brigitte's thighs. Hudson's arms straddled Brigitte's body and
she lowered her face onto Brigitte's cunt.

"Yeah," Brigitte purred, as Hudson slowly sucked

on her clit. We kept up the pressure on our latest friend for several minutes
before she finally clued in that there were two sets of lips engaging her
body's erogenous zones.

"Ms. Lane, Hudson, I don't think, oh, Brigitte's

protest was stifled by Hudson's vigorous suction of her clit.

I gave Ms. Messier about fifteen seconds to decide whether

or not she wanted to fight Hudson off but when her hands quested down to gently
hold Hudson's head in place, I was sure we were okay. I moved outside of
Brigitte's legs and slowly forced her onto her side. Hudson responded expertly
and soon I was kissing her ass cheeks and Hudson was lapping her cunt.

Hudson was tuning up her cunt while I teased and penetrated

her anus with the occasional sojourn lower so that Hudson and I could kiss
between her legs. That intensified Brigitte's arousal and within a minute, she
began trembling.

"You two, are incredible," she gasped out

desperately. "I'm going, going to cum!"

She bucked a few times, then went off.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, Yes, Yes!" she growled.

Brigitte wasn't a screamer but her orgasm carried a subsonic undercurrent that
made the skin tingle and the blood pump faster. As she came down we positioned
ourselves farther up Brigitte's body, sandwiching her between us.

"How do you want to handle this?" Hudson threw out

there.

"I still need a stiff, hard cock," Brigitte

pleaded.

"Okay," Hudson grinned wickedly. "Brigitte, we

will '69' with you on top and Zane will mount you doggy style."

"I'm not really into girls, sorry," Brigitte

apologized.

"You don't have to do anything to me," Hudson lied

to her" "but I want another shot at your clit while Zane bangs
you." Brigitte gulped, then nodded, and the ladies positioned themselves
quickly enough.

Several things ensued, primarily the exposure of Hudson Lane

as a persistent witch who usually gets her way. Just as important, Brigitte
isn't a 'slammer', she's a 'slow stroke' kind of girl. She likes the feel of a
strong rod slowly pushing in and out of her as it rubs against her vaginal
walls. She's not about friction but sensitivity.

Another little trick was, every fifth stroke into Brigitte,

Hudson would pull me out and insert nearly two-thirds of my meat down her
throat, then reinsert me back into Brigitte, which is pretty freaking Awesome.
That last bit of Ms. Lane's plan was a combination of stamina, curiosity, and
lustful arousal.

For the first minute or so, Brigitte kept her head up and

avoided looking down at Hudson's inviting spread. Hudson would ungulate her
hips and moan occasionally but wouldn't play with herself. Eventually, Brigitte
was drawn to look at Hudson's glistening lips and finally touch them. A few
cautious, coaxing strokes turned into a finger dipping in and an excited squeal
from Hudson.

Brigitte took the encouragement for what it was and began to

seriously work Hudson's lips over with the first and third fingers while
finger-fucking with the middle. Hudson hungrily sought out more attention and
before I knew it, Brigitte had lowered her lips to Lane's engorged clitoris. To
remind Lane she wasn't getting away with murder, I reached under Brigitte and
tortured Hudson's nipples with a vengeance.

Maybe that wasn't the best way to teach Hudson a lesson

because she began exploding all over the place seconds later, it is that whole
seduction thing, no doubt. That left me with nearly a minute to concentrate
solely on Brigitte and I did so by leaning over her body, reaching around and
massaging each breast lovingly, from tender flesh to rigid nipple.

Her climax had the unintended consequence of Brigitte biting

Lane on the inner thigh hard enough to leave visible teeth marks and elicit a
loud squeal from Hudson. Brigitte tumbled to the side in a jumble of arms and
legs with Hudson. I crashed backwards, sprawling over the foot of my bed.

I lay there, exhausted, wasted, broken, and spent

physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Lane appeared like some hazy spirit
over me and smiled.

"Now it is my turn," she demanded.

Rio loves me. I'm sure if I begged her to put a knife

through my heart she would do it. I put that suggestion on my 'To Do' list.

Relationships, consequences, and women in need.

"Zane," Barbie Lynn whispered to me as she shook

my shoulder. I swear I only got to sleep ten minutes ago. I blearily looked
around me. Brigitte was face down on my left snoring softly, her black hair
splayed everywhere. Hudson was asleep on my right, an innocent smile on her
lips visible because her head was turned toward me.

Then there was Barbie Lynn who looked both amused and

nervous as she was trying to wake me up without disturbing the two professional
women to either side.

"You need to get up," she continued to hiss.

"I don't want you to miss your shower."

Yes, I had already had a shower recently, but I'd also been

milked of every last ounce of energy in the interim.

Gingerly I climbed over Hudson, but half way there she

stirred and started to wake.

"Go back to sleep," I murmured to her. I kissed

her on the cheek; she grinned, wiggled beneath me and then went still. My cock
had been resting on her ass when this happened and sprang to life in one last
suicidal effort at manhood.

Barbie Lynn grabbed a towel and my shower kit and led me by

the hand down the stairs. When we stepped out into the hall she wrapped the
towel around me, stroking my hard-on.

"If you like," she purred, "I'll take care of

that for you." She had no idea why I started to sob uncontrollably. She
put an arm around my shoulder and led me to the showers in silence.

My cadre of shower-buddies was already there when I arrived.

I nodded a few greetings then walked straight into a cold spray of water,
hanging my head and letting the chill push me back toward consciousness.

"What's wrong with him?" Opal asked Barbie Lynn.

"He was arrested last night," she told the

assembled group.

"You go, Boy!" Rio exulted. She's a freak.

"He was on a date with Hope and Chastity," Iona

spoke up. "I'll find out what they know."

"Anyway, I went up to find him and there he was with

all those bites and scratches all over his body, plus he had Ms. Lane and some
other woman I don't know in bed with him, asleep."

"Ms. Lane, the school lawyer?" Brandi babbled.

"The very one," Barbie Lynn affirmed.

"I suppose it is too much to hope for that they had

clothes on?" Iona sighed.

"Sorry, no. Naked as the day they were born with that

freshly and thoroughly fucked glow all about them," Barbie Lynn giggled.

"Well, who is going to ask him what happened?"

Opal demanded.

"I don't know," Brandi intervened. "He looks

like he's about to die."

"Nah, I know that look," Rio snickered. "He's

past the 'about to die' phase. Right now, he's at the 'praying for death'
phase."

The water warmed up and I decided it was time to actually

get clean so I poured out some shampoo and worked it in. Signs of life on my
part quieted the conversation and quickened the girls to finish up their own
cleaning functions. Later Opal insisted on shaving me while Brandi began
cataloging the sexual details the women had left on my body.

"Whoa, the bite marks on his shoulders are smaller than

the ones on his ass," Brandi enlightened the remaining girls. Iona and Rio
had already beaten a hasty exit and had I been more alert, I would have been
terribly worried. As it was, Barbie Lynn guided me back to my door and let me
go up alone.

"Umm, hey, Zane," murmured Hudson as I began

getting dressed. She had rolled over and was looking at me as I zipped up my
pants.

"Good Morning, Hudson. Barbie Lynn Masters was up here

earlier, reminding me to use the shower, and she saw both of you," I
informed her.

"Oh, God, where am I? Oh, God, what have I done?"

moaned Brigitte into her pillow. I walked to her side of the bed and sat down.
I let my hand rub her shoulder blades and brushed her hair away from her neck.

"You didn't do anything immoral or illegal,"

Hudson said. "Technically, Zane was never your client but a person of
interest to your client. We are all of legal age."

"I'm in some teenage boy's dorm room," she

muttered. "I had hopes of making partner one day too."

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"I'm beat," she sighed. I kissed her on the back

of the neck. "Don't." I kissed her lower, where the neck flows into
the shoulders. "Don't, Another kiss along the top of the left shoulder
blade, "Oh, a final kiss to the top of the shoulder. "Damn,"
she moaned.

"I hope you had a good time because I certainly

did," I whispered into her ear.

"I did," she admitted. "I'm, still thrumming

inside. That last orgasm, she couldn't put it into words, though I was sure
Hudson was feeling very self-satisfied right then.

"Don't worry about anything. Stay in my room until 9:00

then slip over to Ms. Lane's office while we are at Assembly, then make a
public showing of leaving from there and heading out. Everything will be
okay," I assured her.

"I'll look after her, Zane," Hudson Lane told me.

"How about I set the alarm clock and you two get some

sleep?" I suggested. Hudson pouted, then let it turn into a knowing grin.

"Okay, but what about you?" Hudson noted.

"You look like Death warmed over."

"Thanks," I joked through the fatigue. "How

come only women are allowed to look even more desirable after sex, while men
simply look worn out?"

Brigitte rolled onto her side and stared at me.

"Is he for real?" she wondered to Hudson.

"Absolutely," she chuckled back. "Look at his

pants if you don't believe me." Damn it, I was hard again.

"Zane, have you ever thought about interning at a law

firm?" Brigitte asked.

"I'm in Pre-Med," I answered.

"Change majors," she commanded. Hudson laughed.

"Be careful, Sophia Brigitte Messier, there are at

least a dozen young ladies on this campus who will deeply resent you poaching
their favorite freshman," Hudson snickered.

Brigitte looked at me with a twinge of sadness and regret.

"Hudson knows how to reach me if you ever have need of

me," I told her. "Please understand that while what we did was very
pleasurable, I am here to graduate with a degree in something."

"Yes, that whole being eighteen and all," Brigitte

sighed. "I understand."

"Zane," Hudson huffed, "do you want to see

Brigitte again?"

"Absolutely; there is something to be said for her

tight swimmer's body," I replied," and she's definitely got
spirit."

"I'm not another one of your college co-eds," she

chastised me, but with a smile on her face.

"Why not? You are as wild and vigorous as any

eighteen-year-old I know," I responded. Brigitte's mouth fell open in
shock.

"I, well, because I'm a graduate of Georgetown Law School;

third in my class," she stammered.

"One never stops being young; you merely forget

how," I quoted someone from somewhere, but I was too tired to remember the
specifics. "I hope that if any job opportunity every stops you from being
as sexy as you are now, you turn it down."

"Imagine what he's like when he's actually trying to

seduce you," Hudson smiled.

"I repeat my earlier question: are you sure you want to

unleash this boy, man on an all-girls campus?" Brigitte grinned.

"I swear, the next girl I get to seduce here will be

the first," I groaned. "They rarely give me the chance or the time
before, well, things happen. Frankly, I've only romanced one girl here and
she's not too interested."

"Who is that?" Hudson inquired.

"Christina Buchanan," I shrugged, "a

beautiful, intelligent senior who seems to have enough sense to not get too
involved with me." Brigitte shook her head and chuckled.

"She's my employer. She hired me to get you out of

jail."

I wasn't sure how long I stood there digesting that news

because the next thing I recalled was Hudson calling my name.

"Zane? Zane? Are you okay?"

"Huh?" I muttered.

"You zoned out there for a minute. You really need some

sleep," she observed.

"I won't argue with that, but it doesn't seem

likely," I noted.

"I am going to call Ms. Goodswell and ask her to get

you half the day off," Hudson stated.

"You aren't going to hear me argue," I grinned as

I flopped down on the bed. I assumed she called but I was out before she
reached her phone.

Getting Through The Day

I slept through a nice little struggle between Rhaine and

Barbie Lynn. Rhaine had been sent promptly at 7:00 to deliver me to the
Chancellor. Barbie Lynn had been warned of the visit, and my condition, by
Virginia Goodswell, and held her off long enough for Doctor Larson to get there
and defuse the situation.

By the time the Chancellor made a second run at me, Hudson

and Brigitte had made their exit and Ms. Lane was able to cover for me and my
'condition'. At 11:30 I received a call from Lane to 'remind' me that I had to
bring by the papers she'd 'left' with me when she escorted me from the jail the
night before.

I found the paperwork that Brigitte had wanted me to sign

last night, read it over, and then signed them. After that, I grabbed my stuff
and headed for the Dining Hall. For a nice change, I was one of the early
arrivals, getting my food and grabbing my spot in peace. I had started working
on my salad when I spotted Iona running right at me.

"Zane!" she cried out as she hugged me. "I

was so worried about you."

"I was a little exhausted, Iona," I squeezed her

back. "There was nothing to worry about."

"You were in jail, Silly," she lectured me.

"A really prisoner could have hurt you." Iona was missing the fact
that I put two people in the hospital. Mentioning that I threatened two bikers
over a bench to sleep on would definitely be unwise.

"I was in no real danger. They didn't put me in with

any bad people; mainly drunks and minor drug charges," I embellished the
facts. She rested her head on my shoulder (I was still sitting) and sighed.

"Well, Rio and I were still worried," she

murmured. No sooner had Iona headed off to get food than Rio came up.

"Hey, little brother, we have got to get you a prison

tattoo now," she laughed.

"Rio, I was in County lock-up for four hours. I didn't

even get to use the communal toilet," I joked back.

"So, how many hotties did you bang? Quick, tell me

before Iona gets back," Rio grinned.

"They don't house men and women together," I

pointed out.

"Oh, like concrete walls and iron bars are going to

slow you down," she teased.

"Fine, I swear I did not have sex with any female, or

male, inmates," I pledged.

"Damn, she frowned for a second, then she brightened

up. "You nailed a cop!" I lowered my head with embarrassment.

"Well, fuck," she crowed, "you nailed two?

More?" I pointed to the lunch line.

"Go get some food, damn it!" I growled. She

skipped off, overly pleased with herself, and all I could do was shake my head.
Before Iona returned, a dozen more of my friends stopped by to see if I was
okay, if I was molested in prison (they are weird friends), and to confirm that
I'd really put two guys in the hospital for threatening two FFU girls.

Iona and Rio were sitting down with me when Raven came up,

looking conflicted.

"Well, I don't imagine you made any progress on our

project," she asked.

"No. I said I'd get stuff this weekend so we could

start Monday," I assured her.

"Fine; try to stay out of jail and not fight anybody,

and get some sleep," she stated.

Raven gave me a curt nod, turned and left.

"Zane," Rio sighed, "you've gotten another

one into your orbit."

"No," I insisted, "we are studying together;

that's all."

"So she came over here to ask totally irrelevant

questions she already knew the answers too?" Iona mused. God is laughing
at me and trying to drive me crazy.

Chastity and Hope came walking up next, looking less pleased

than I hoped they would.

"We need a moment outside," Chastity cautioned me.

I stuffed as much food as possible into my cheeks before getting up and
following them out; I'd missed breakfast after all. The trail led outside where
Christina, Faith, and Heaven waited.

In a strange reversal of events, Heaven looked fearful for

me and Christina looked like she wanted to bite my head off. Even Faith held
some sympathy toward me. I got to them, tried to smile, but Christina cut me
off.

"Can you try to not fuck everyone in sight?"

Christina snarled.

"Honestly, all I wanted to do was get back to my room

and get some sleep," I swore.

"What did he do?" Chastity asked.

"He had sex with two female Deputies, for over an

hour," she snapped once more.

"That should have been us," Hope told Chastity

with clear jealousy.

"In my defense, they did take me out of the holding

cell to an interrogation room where, for the most of it, I was under the
impression I would be going to prison," I related.

"Zane, you screwed my lawyer," Christina seethed.

"Who told you that?" I grumbled. The woman's

career was on the line.

"She did, in her report she submitted, Zane. Do you

want me to go into the details of your encounter?" Christina threatened
me.

"I'd like to hear what went on," Heaven suggested.

"Well, Zane didn't give us up," Chastity offered,

"and if he had, he would have gotten out earlier."

"Actually, what did Ms. Messier say, write?" I

wondered.

"She reports that she and Ms. Lane spent six hours in

consultation with you this morning: 3:00 to 9:00 a.m." Christina accused
me.

"Yeah, he had sex with them," Hope sighed.

"How were they?" Heaven perked up.

"Before that, he was 'interrogated' for an hour by two

female Deputies," Christina glared at me.

"Yum, I like cops," Heaven added.

"Zane, you had sex with four women last night,"

growled Christina. "Here we were worried sick about you and you were,
living it up."

"I confess to nothing, I started to defend myself.

"Barbie Lynn says you were so worn down, you refused to

have sex with her this morning," Faith piled on. Oh, I was so busted now.
I lowered my head and struggled to get ahead of events.

"Christina, first off, thank you for getting an

attorney for me. She was really helpful in getting my early release," I
lead off.

"Second, in my defense, I was woken from a sound sleep

on a bench and led to an interrogation room. I'm not saying I wasn't an eager
participant once things took off, but I didn't want to be there in the first
place; I wanted to sleep, for the love of God," I pleaded.

"And the two lawyers?" Christina kept coming.

"I owe Ms. Lane for having my back since I got here,

from that very first day when you were trying to have me thrown out," I
countered, "remember?" I let that sink in. "So, she had an
interest in Ms. Messier but was clearly getting nowhere so I helped out. They
got what they wanted and I got ten more minutes of sleep."

"I believe him," Heaven stated.

"So do I," Chastity chimed in. "If it was

anyone but Zane, I'd laugh in their face, but come on, this is Zane we are
talking about. As far as I know, you and Tawny are the only two girls who
haven't tried to have sex with him."

"There is Raven," I interjected. The five women

stared at me as if I was utterly clueless.

"And he turned down sex with Barbie Lynn," Faith

reiterated.

"It is hard to argue with that," Hope said.

"He had clearly been used and abused."

"We should send coal to the Devil," Chastity

joked. "Clearly he is freezing his ass off, Zane turning down sex."

"Maybe that is a sign of the End Times?" Faith got

in on the fun.

"Let's hope not," Hope joked. "Zane has us an

invitation to a block party next weekend."

"Zane," Christina said after a long pause,

"could you please try to keep to Heaven and one or two others?"

Heaven stepped up and place a hand on the center of my

chest, leaned in and took a deep whiff of my body soap, after shave, and
general, manliness.

"Don't worry, Christina, I'll train him to say

'No'," she smiled at her friend then turned and looked up at me, "and
if you ever say that to me," she smiled lovingly, "I'll break one of
your arms or legs."

"I love you too, Babe," I smiled back at her while

stroking her upper arm.

"Rhaine!" Hope hissed. Sure enough, it was my

buddies Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy coming my way, and they looked unhappy.

"Sorry, ladies," I spoke up, "my 1:00 o'clock

orgy is here. I have to go."

"The Chancellor wants to see you," Rhaine announced,

clearly not appreciating the orgy comment. I wondered why the woman didn't call
or text me, but then I remembered that I almost never answer my phone and all
my texts are forwarded to Iona, whoops.

"Zane, don't forget there is a Soccer game tomorrow at

10:00, first game of the season," Christina reminded me.

"Sure thing; I'll be there," I called out as I

turned and started walking off with Rhaine's group. After we'd traveled a ways,
I put my arms over the shoulders of Rhaine and Joy.

"So, who brought the whipped cream and who brought the

chocolate syrup? Because I have a jar full of cherries and I'm ready to play
some 'Ice Cream Shop'."

"Stop that," Rhaine tried to shrug me off pretty

unconvincingly. "What we did is never going to happen again." I looked
to Mercy, then back to Joy.

"How about his; we do it one more time and I promise

never to bring it up ever again?" At this point in time I really deserved
to be killed by a falling piece of space debris for being such a dumbass with
an uncontrollable sex urge.

And better yet, I could see the three women sending silent

signals back and forth as they clearly considered my offer. I should have let
Christina castrate me when she was prepared to do so.

"Stop joking around," Joy said with a tremble in

her voice.

"I'm just saying, whatever happens after 'lights out',

no one is sure what is really going on; no one to blame, no one to know for
sure," I suggested. They exchanged more looks.

"No, we couldn't," Rhaine declared, but destroyed

that statement by then saying, "Besides, how would we get past your locked
door?"

"There is no chasm so deep, or lock so strong, that the

mind of man cannot conquer it," I recited. "It is a simple matter of
knowing who has a key and getting it from them."

"I could get a key," Mercy volunteered. The other

two stared wide-eyed at her. "If we ever, needed one."

"There you go, Mercy; live without fear," I

applauded her.

"That's why the Chancellor wants you gone," Rhaine

spat. "You are evil."

"No, evil is making someone doing something they don't

want to do. All I'm doing is teasing you, and it isn't like this would be the
first time you had a key to my room," I pointed out. "Seriously, if
you want to stop me from annoying you and reminding you that you are pretty,
all you have to do is stop hanging around me. It is not like I've ever hunted
you ladies down."

"You are still a pervert," Rhaine declared. There

was a silence while we walked that lasted until Rhaine looked at me for some
sort of denial.

"Oh, sorry," I apologized. "Was I supposed to

deny that? By your definition I am a pervert. I like sex, women's bodies, and
simply spending time with women."

"Most of all, I like listening to a woman and getting

her opinion," I added. "Being with a woman is being with a partner,
which makes every time with a woman unique to me. I'm not getting one-up on
anybody. That would kind of defeat my point for living. You see me as evil, but
all you are seeing is my desire to live free on my own terms."

"We Christians live in communities," Joy jumped in.

"I'm going to school, I'm in four clubs, and I've been

doing the whole Handmaiden's Duty thing. I walked around for two days on my
knees because I wanted to be part of this school, so please don't preach to me
about community," I bantered back.

"All that proves is that you are too stupid to know you

are not wanted here," Rhaine spat.

"Who are you trying convince, Rhaine? I'm not alone and

I have been welcomed by enough of the student body that the Chancellor is
worried," I corrected her. "I think you should be asking yourself why
they actually give a damn and you don't."

Our arrival at the Chancellor's office ended that

conversation.

"I've got it from here," I joked to the ladies and

the secretary. "I know the way."

I walked into the room, up to the Chancellor's desk, and

bowed to Doctor Bazz.

"Good afternoon, Doctor Bazz," I grinned.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Braxton," she replied in a

stony voice. "Is there a reason why you are trying to make my job
easier?"

"You are over-worked and under-appreciated and I only

want to help?" I suggested.

"Ummh," she rumbled, "I was referring to you

getting in a brawl and arrested last night."

"Technically, it was an ass-whooping, not a brawl. A

brawl insinuates they actually had a chance against me," I joked. "I
would hope my actions would have shown that your students know how to defend
themselves and fight for the honor of our school," I added.

"I should have made that distinction when I sent the

formal letters of academic probation to Hope Song's and Chastity's Adams' parents,"
the Chancellor gloated. "Your aunt received a notification as well."

I felt there was no need to ask how she knew who my

companions were last night. I was going to know that soon enough.

"Cool. Is there anything else you need to tell

me?" I grinned, which did nothing for her disposition.

"I wanted you to know that you are dragging more and

more people down with you," she countered.

"Hmm, I stroked my chin. "I'm not sure what I'm

on probation for but I'm definitely sure Chastity and Hope didn't break any
laws or school rules; but knock yourself out."

"Any action that puts the school in a bad light, or

actions of an immoral nature, as defined by me, are grounds for academic
probation," the Chancellor quoted.

"Oh, well, if you are just going to make this shit up

as you go along, why am I even here?" I wondered.

"I want you to keep up-to-date with the wreckage you

create in the women's lives who have chosen to support you," she told me.

"Oh, please," I sighed. "You are a sadist,

and a bitchy one at that. Your updates are pointless because we both know they
didn't do anything and I'm not going to feel guilty because of your lack of
principles."

"If you have finished wasting my time, I've got

important things to do, Chancellor Bazz," I said in a bored voice.

"You find this amusing, do you, Zane?" she

responded with a sinister smile.

"No, but I'd rather not have to listen to you pretend

you're clever or listen to you delude yourself that you are getting one up on
me," I explained.

"Get out of my office, Mr. Braxton," she snapped.

"Have a nice weekend, Chancellor," I quipped, then

turned and left. Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy were waiting for me when I got out.

"Well?" Rhaine asked.

"Academic probation," I shrugged.

"You can challenge that," Joy blurted out, then

looked highly embarrassed.

"Thanks, Joy," I smiled at her. "How does

that work?" Joy continued to look worried.

"An Academic Review Board goes over the conditions of

your punishment to see if the situation justifies it," Rhaine informed me.
"They are appointed by the Chancellor."

"Let me get this straight," I chuckled, "the

Chancellor picks the people whose job it is to tell her she's done something
improper or not? That's rich." The girls shrugged and we moved on. After
that piece of news, I wasn't sure how to react, and I was still mulling things
over when I got to Archery Club. I tried to apologize to Chastity but she
laughed it off. I still owed her a date, or so she claimed.

Painless Acts and Re-enactments

Karate Club was a bit different this time; I was actually

asked to instruct part of the class. After stretches and warm-ups, Coach Gorman
asked me to help her recreate my fight of the previous day. I got to play Me,
Gorman was 'the Talker', Wilhelmina was 'the Weasel' and Cappadocia got to be
'the Shy Guy'.

"Okay, girls, after Mr. Braxton put down Mercy Chaplain

in ten seconds, I began to accept that while I was teaching you the
fundamentals of the art of Karate, you might also need some practical
experience in defending yourselves," Dana Gorman began.

"As most of you know, Mr. Braxton, Zane, was in a fight

last night involving him and three opponents. He put two in the hospital
overnight."

"Why did you do it, Zane?" Evangeline asked

abruptly.

"Mr. Braxton was defending two fellow students,"

Dana answered for me. I'm not sure what inspired her to alter the retelling of
events. "That really isn't relevant; what is important is that he was
confronted with three opponents but won."

"Now, Zane, what was the situation," Dana asked.

"Okay, they followed us to the parking lot so we were

fighting on asphalt. Our lead antagonist was about here," I positioned the
Coach, "the toughest fighter was here," I positioned Willy, "and
the third guy, who never got into the fight, was here," I set Cappy in
place.

"How did things begin?" Coach led off.

"Once I knew there was going to be a fight, I started.

"What made you decide that?" Dana interrupted.

"Umm, ah, I looked to Dana for confirmation and she

nodded. "They said they would sexually assault my two companions, then
hunt down a few other women I knew. I took that threat to be credible."

"Then?" Coach prodded me.

"I noted their positions and aggressiveness. Cappy was

not making eye contact or talking and I viewed him to be the weakest threat. I
asked if he knew the name of the local hospital," I continued. "When
I noticed Willy moving to the left, I switched from defense to offense."

"Two things," Coach noted: "Don't

underestimate your ability to intimidate; don't use fists when words will do.
Also, don't let numbers deter you, because skill and initiative count for more.
Zane?"

"I struck Coach first with a blow to the chest," I

related, as I mimicked the blow.

"Why that blow?" Dana led me on. She held my

comment with a hand.

"I would have hit him in the gut," one student

stated.

"Understandable, but now he is folding toward

you," Dana responded. "Zane is fighting for space, so he hits him in
the chest to give him some distance. That is why the initial moves by Willy were
so important. While he moved to flank Zane, he also moved himself out of range
to support the man in the middle. Know your place in a fight. Zane,
continue."

"I face Willy in time to intercept her wide right

swing, which sets up the blow to the jaw, stunning him." Willy and I went
through the motions but I don't recall the Weasel grinning at me the way she
did. "This allowed me to do a set-up blow, then a kick to Coach's chest
now that I had the room and the time."

"Let's go over that; we all know the importance of

recovery after an attack. The Weasel hadn't learned that lesson and we all saw
what happened, a blow to the head," Coach lectured us. "Cappy is
standing out of the fight because of intimidation; now Willy has been stunned
so Zane can concentrate on me. I'm only now recovering from the chest blow when
the kick catches me in the chest and that is because Zane set me up with that
first strike."

"Remember," Dana lectured, "that is why we

teach you not to think about the next move, but three moves down the line.
Control the fight and you win; it is that simple. Zane assessed the opposition,
reduced his odds, then took the initiative. Next."

"I turned back to Willy, blocked another swing, trapped

his arm, and began driving my knee into his midsection until he went
limp," I completed the story with Willy obediently falling down.

"Now we don't normally practice Zane's finishing move

so what would we do?" Coach asked.

"I would have used the arm hold to flip him and finish

him with a strike to the head," Cappy volunteered. The suggestions that
followed were in that general theme. At the end of class one girl did finally
ask,

"Zane, why didn't you get the other two girls to fight

too, to even out the odds?"

"Fighting is forbidden by school policy," I told them,

"virtually no exceptions."

"What is going to happen to you, then?" Cappadocia

inquired.

"I'm under academic probation," I informed them.

For the first time most of the class was sorry for me.

When I got out of the shower and went to exit the gym, Coach

ambushed me.

"Good job, Zane," she told me.

"No problem; I am doing my part to make this school a

better place," I grinned.

"I'm going to miss you when you are gone," she

said with some sadness.

"Don't sweat it, Teach; you are only doing your job and

I'm not gone yet," I winked as I left.

Rio and I walked up to the Kappa Sigma House. Since it was

between 5:00 and 6:00, I was hoping most of the girls would be there. A pledge
whose name I think was Allison answered.

"Hi, I'm Za, was all I got out before she jumped me

and gave me a deep hug.

"Of course I know who you are," she giggled.

"Come on in. I'll go get Leigh."

To be continued in part 11, By FinalStand for Literotica.

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