His Nasty Nerd Page 4
“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet,” he bragged. “Just wait.”
“Listen, I don’t know what you are and aren’t allowed to do as a teacher, but my sorority is having a haunted house charity event for the Children’s Hospital. You’re more than welcome to come if you’d like.”
“I’m way ahead of you, babe. My marketing firm is a huge supporter of the hospital. I’ll see you there.”
SYDNEY
Finally, all of the hard work and planning was going to pay off. It was the night of the haunted house benefit!
As usual, I was running way behind, which meant I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off as I was trying to get myself ready.
When I pulled out the nasty nerd costume that Stacy had given to me, I felt like an idiot for not taking a closer look at it sooner. Technically, the costume fit me, but it hugged all of my curves and showed way my cleavage than I would have ever chosen to show.
I was half tempted to throw together some kind of makeshift costume, but I knew that Stacy would throw a huge fit if I did that. She had to have control over every facet of the event or her brain might literally explode.
There was no point in fighting it. I decided that I was going to rock the costume, regardless of whether or not I felt comfortable in it. Just as I was about to leave my room and head to the fundraiser, Stacy appeared in my doorway.
“Hey Stacy, I’m just about to head out,” I told her.
“Looking like that? I don’t think so.”
“What do you mean? This is the costume you gave me to wear.”
“No dear, the costume is just fine. It looks hot actually. We have to do something about this makeup and hair. You can’t ruin the sexiness of the costume by having ratty hair and no makeup on your face. Have a seat. I’ll take care of you.”
I sat down on the bed and let her do her thing. There wasn’t any point in trying to fight it, because she would always get her way in the end. It was best to just let her do what she was going to do and get it over with.
“There, that’s much better,” she said after about ten minutes. “That’ll make all the boys go crazy.”
“Yep, nasty nerd meets hooker. If that’s what you were going for, you did a great job,” I joked after looking in the mirror.
“Oh come on, it’s not that bad. I just ramped up your sex appeal a little bit. Besides, we are in this to make money, right?”
“You’re right. Let’s do this!”
I didn’t set up a room in the house like a lot of the girls did. That’s mostly because I can’t stand the idea of people I don’t know being inside my room. I’m extremely private and would have been anxious all night. Instead, Stacy assigned me to work donation table, where people could purchase items that had been donated.
Quickly, I got my area set up and was ready for the night to begin. Before the doors opened, I looked up and saw Dylan walking in with a huge box of baked goods. There were cookies, donuts, brownies, cupcakes, and everything else you could think of.
“Here, I was thinking you could sell these to people on their way out. If you sell everything at a buck a piece, there’s a couple hundred dollars here that can be donated to the hospital.”
“Thank you so much,” I told him, looking around to make sure nobody was watching before planting a kiss on his cheek.
“Do you need any help with anything?”
“No, I think I’ve got everything under control for the moment. You should be sure to check out the house. I think we did a really good job with it.”
* * *
The fundraiser was a huge success. We were able to raise close to $2,500 for the hospital. The baked goods that Dylan brought were also a huge hit as I sold out long before the benefit ended.
When things slowed down, Dylan came by to help me clean up and put everything away.
“So, do I get to see your room?” He asked
“Do you want to see my room?”
“I want you,” I told him matter of factly.
“Why don’t we get out of here then?’
“Please,” I whispered into his ear.
I lead the way to my room and he was all over me as soon as the door closed behind us. He pulled my hair to the side, exposing my neck to his kisses. Next, he brought his hands down to my hips, pulling them back into him until I was grinding onto his cock, which was already beginning to get hard. I could already feel myself getting wet.
“Why don’t you slip those panties off?” He asked.
I was all too happy to oblige. I reached up under my dress and slid my panties down and off. Dylan trailed his hands down the front of my thighs.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“I need to find out for myself.”
His left hand slid under my dress, pulling it up and exposing my pussy. He brought his fingers close to my lips before stopping just short. He was teasing me and he knew exactly what he was doing.
He got what he wanted as a begging moan left my lips. Finally, I felt his fingers come into contact with my pussy lips, sliding one from the base of my slit and slowly back up to the top.
“You are fucking soaked,” he whispered into my ear.
I cried out as he touched me again, finding my clit within seconds and flicking it back and forth.
Before I knew it, he dropped to his knees and glared at my bald pussy, before looking up at me.
“Do you want me to taste you?” He asked.
“Please,” I begged, grabbing the back of his head with my hands.
His tongue ventured deep inside of me, causing me to grab onto his head for dear life. I felt every flick of his tongue as he slid it from the base of my slit and all the way up to my clit. He flicked his tongue back and forth before diving back in.
As he stiffened his tongue, I could feel him probing inside of me. I swayed my hips around as I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
While licking my clit, he slid two finger s deep inside of me.
“Oh fuck yes,” I cried out, leaning forward as he began sucking my clit into his mouth. “Don’t fucking stop!” I demanded, grinding my clit into his face.
Dylan was moving his fingers in and out of me, finger fucking me hard while his tongue stimulated my clit. I couldn’t stop myself and fell over the edge. My body tensed, my vagina walls tightened around his fingers, and I let out a deep scream as I came hard all over his face.
I looked down and could see his cock straining against his pants.
“Dylan, I want you inside of me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Please fuck me.”
Without skipping a beat, he pulled his pants down and his cock sprang free. It was impressive. Much thicker than what I was used to.
He lined his cock up with the entrance to my pussy and in one swift, forceful motion, he pushed himself inside of me.
“Fuck!” I yelled out, partly from pleasure and partly from a little bit of pain.
“I can’t believe how tight you are,” he said, looking me in the eyes as he buried himself deep inside of me.
He felt so good inside of me. I began moving my hips back and forth against his cock, and he thrusted into me in opposition. Before I knew it, he was pounding me as hard as he could, his balls smacking my ass over and over.
“Yes, Dylan, Yes!” I cried out. “Fuck me!” His speed and face increased and I could hear his groans of pleasure. “Don’t stop, I’m so close!”
“Are you going to come for me?”
I couldn’t even reply. His words sent me right over the edge and I lost all control as my pussy clamped down around his cock, making it harder for him to thrust into me.
He pushed his coked against the resistance, never altering is speed, in order to keep my orgasm going as long as he possible could.
Groaning loudly, I could tell that he was having trouble keeping his composure.
“Do it,” I whispered. “Let it go
. Come inside of me.”
Dylan’s body tenses up and grabbed onto my thighs as he pushed himself deep into me, emptying himself inside of me.
Completely spent, he collapsed onto the bed next to me. I could feel him leaking from me, and I loved the way it felt. Knowing that he had just filled me turned me on so much that all I could think about was using his cum for lube when I masturbated later.
“I wish I could stay, but I have to get going. I can’t let anyone see me spending the night with you.”
“That’s fine. I understand. Let’s throw some clothes on and I’ll walk you out.”
As we were walking towards his car, we heard someone yelling from the other side of the street.
“Dylan, what in the fuck do you think you’re doing? Who is this? You’re new flavor of the month? You can’t just do me like this. You are mine, Dylan!”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Had I just slept with a man who was involved with someone else? What kind of girl did that make me?
Trying hard to stay strong, I ran back into the house before I broke down crying. I hung out in the living room, waiting for Dylan to come in after me and explain what that was all about, but he never came.
DYLAN
I watched as Sydney ran back into the house, but I wasn’t going to give chase to her. It wouldn’t have done any good and would only give this bitch in front of me more fuel for the fire.
Her name was Jamie and she was the intern that I messed around with at the advertising agency. I’ve never denied dipping my pen in the company ink, but this girl was the first one crazy enough to make me regret it.
To me, our little relationship had been all about fun and mutual sexual satisfaction, but Jamie had gone and caught feelings like a fucking amateur. When I tried to move on and let her down gently, she freaked the fuck out and told everyone who would listed about out torrid affair and how I tool advantage of my position in the company to prey on those who were below me.
“Jamie, what in the fuck was that all about?”
“I told you, Dylan. Nobody can just fuck me and leave me. If I can’t have you, nobody else can either.”
“Look, you have to knock this shit off. What we did was just for fun. The sex was great, but when it comes to a relationship, we just aren’t compatible.”
“And what? You’re compatible with that little tramp?”
“I don’t know, but what does it matter? I’m not your property!”
“You know what you need to do to make me go away. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. A hundred grand and I’m out of your life forever!”
“This is crazy. The sex we had was consensual sex between two adults. Why are you doing this to me? Why are you trying to extort me?”
“Because you deserve it. You broke my heart.”
“I’m sorry, I really am, but that doesn’t give you the right to drag my name through the mud. You’ve ruined my career.”
“Good, and I’ll ruin this one too. I’ll follow you around wherever you go and I’ll make any accusations I have to make until you pay me my money. If I have to accuse you of rape, I will.:
“You would say I raped you? You would go to those lengths? I could get in legal trouble. Don’t you care about that?”
“All I care about is money. That’s it. Fuck you. Pay me if you want to get rid of me.”
“We will talk about this later. I need to get some sleep.”
I got into my car and drove away as fast as I could. Jamie seemed to have everything planned out, but she didn’t count on me being one step ahead of her. I had recorded our entire conversation on my cell phone. If she tried to falsely accuse me of something, I could get her in a lot of trouble.
The next morning, I called the agency and let them know about the recording I had. All the things she had said about me that had led to me being placed on leave could now be discredited. We set up a meeting between me, my bosses, and the legal team for the following afternoon.
The meeting was great and I was looking forward to getting my old life back. I told Dean Robinson as soon as I could and he asked me to stay on for two weeks while he found my replacement. I had no problem with that. It would give me a chance to see Sydney, who I was sure was hurt and confused.
Unfortunately, she didn’t show up to class and she wasn’t taking my calls. As much as it sucked, it appeared that maybe Jamie had done what she set out to do and ruined what could have been something amazing between Sydney and I.
SYDNEY
Ms. Lynn,
With the departure of Mr. Jacobs form your creative writing class, we have had to move some things around to ensure you are still able to earn your missing credit.
As of Monday morning, please report to Professor Wand’s creative writing class. She currently has an aide working for her, but their workload is high and they could use the help.
If you have any additional questions, please give us a call at Dean Robinson’s office.
So I guess it was official. Dylan had left and hadn’t even bothered to say goodbye. I didn’t understand how he could just toss me to the side like that. For some reason, I thought I meant more to him than just some quick fuck, but apparently that was his thing and I was just an idiot because I fell for his stupid lines.
A few weeks went by and I was doing everything I could to keep my mind busy. I was busy grading paper for Professor Wand when there was a knock on the door. When I answered, I found a courier with a beautiful bouquet of roses. The roses were huge and fragrant. Best of all, they were addressed to me. But who were they from?
For the rest of the afternoon, courier after courier showed up with bouquets until I had a total of 100 roses filling my room. When the doorbell rang, I opened the door and was surprised to see Dylan standing on my porch.
“I see the flowers arrived,” he said with a smirk on his face.
“What are you doing here, Dylan?” I asked, almost annoyed that he was there.
“I don’t like the way we ended things. Can we talk?”
“I guess. Come on in. We can sit down here in the den.”
Dylan say with me for well over an hour, explaining to me what had happened. He told me about the fact that he had been involved in a sexual relationship with the girl who showed up outside the house, but it was over well before he met me.
He explained to me that she was attempting to extort him and that she was willing to ruin him both personally and professionally if it meant she could get some money out of him.
Fortunately, he was able to record her and present his case, not only to his advertising firm, but also to the authorities. She had been arrested and charged with attempted extortion. While building the case, it was also discovered that she was funneling money from the advertising agency, so she was also looking at embezzlement charges. Long story short, she wasn’t going to be a problem for anyone for quite some time.
“I just want to let you know that my feelings haven’t changed from the last time we talked. I would love to see where this goes. That is, if you’re still interested,” he pleaded.
Before I could say anything, he grabbed me and kissed me hard and deep, not giving me any opportunity to back away, not that I would have wanted to. He kissed me like he owned me and he didn’t stop until I turned into a melty puddle.
Stacy walked into the room and caught us kissing.
“Don’t forget that there are no boys allowed upstairs in the rooms,” she said as she walked by. “Of course, I’m leaving and you guys will be the only ones here all night, so what do I know?” She mentioned with a wink.
As soon as she walked out the door, I grabbed Dylan’s hand and led him to my room. It was the first night that we spent together, but it wasn’t going to be our last.
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Chapter One - Reed
Las Vegas. The entertainment capital of the world. Sin City. No matter what you want to call it, it’s just another shit hole cesspool filled with criminals and lowlifes.
Vegas has always been a tourist paradise and standing on the world-famous Vegas Strip, I can see why. Colorful buildings and flashing lights as far as my eyes can see.
Panhandlers who call themselves street entertainers just because they’re painted silver and walk around like robots.
It’s easy to see why people are drawn to such a place, but it didn’t do anything for me. Assholes were assholes regardless of whether or not they were surrounded by a pretty backdrop.
I was there for one reason and one reason only: to make sure some of these assholes get what’s coming to them. I would never get along with the types of people that I’m monitoring, and sometimes it makes me sick to know that I have to pretend to be one of them just so I can get close enough to take them down.
Even being in the same room as these pieces of scum goes against my moral code, but I do it because it’s what I’ve been hired to do.
The work I was doing in Vegas was a lot different from anything I ever thought I’d end up doing. As soon as I turned 17, I had my mother accompany me to the Army recruiting office so I could enlist.
I was ready to drop out of high school and get my military career started right then and there, but the recruiter convinced me that it would be better to get my diploma and placed me into a Delayed Entry Pool.
The rest of high school was spent getting through the weekdays. The weekends were what it was all about for me. That’s when I, along with all the other members of the delayed pool got together with recruiters to go over military knowledge and get us ready for what was to come.