by Rachel Angel
Neither responded. Cici clucked indignantly.
Harley looked to Cici. “What, are you getting straight A’s?”
No answer.
“Decent B’s?” she said to Ashley.
Nothing.
“An average C?”
No response.
“Right,” Harley said. “But you guys have the brains to come and blame me when your lovers get bored with you. Hell, even I know more about Fae history than both of you put together. How do figure that?”
“You can play smart all you like, Harley,” Cici finally said. “Nothing changes the fact that you’re an outsider and you don’t belong here. They may have put off the initiation, but that doesn’t mean you belong here. And it certainly doesn’t mean that we want you here.”
“You think it doesn’t matter that we’re pretty and that we doll ourselves up to please our guys. Let’s just see how you do with your face all messed up.” Ashley jumped at her, landing a blow to the side of Harley’s head, but Harley grabbed a hold of Ashley’s neat little chignon and dragged her back to the door, throwing her out.
She turned to Cici who was prepared to pounce. “I beat both Zed and Red in the ring last month. You really think I can’t handle you?”
“If you touch me, I’ll have the authorities beating down your door before you can yell help.”
Harley said nothing but went to her phone and punched in the number to the main office. “Security,” she said simply when the receptionist answered.
Cici glared defiantly at her.
“Security,” a guard said as he took the line.
“Yes. I have an intruder in my room; room fifteen of dorm three, and they are refusing to leave the premises.”
“All right,” he said calmly. “I’m sending someone to go over and check it out. Do you want me to stay on the line with you until they arrive?”
“That might be a good idea. The intruders barged in here and threatened me with physical violence. I don’t trust that they’ll not harm me.”
“I don’t believe you,” Cici spat. “I bet you’re not even really talking to anyone.”
“Is that the intruder?” the guard said, hearing Cici.
“Exactly.”
“The security guards should be just outside the building now and should be at your door within a few more seconds.”
“Yes, I think I hear them coming,” Harley said, her determined eyes on Cici. “They’re here. Thank you.”
“Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.”
“Yes, thank you.” She ended the called and looked at Cici and Ashley as the security guards came up to them. “You guys are really dense, aren’t you? I gave you plenty of time to leave of your own accord, but no.”
“Are these the intruders?” the first guard said.
“Yes,” Harley said, smiling innocently.
“And I’m a witness to their intrusion,” April added. “They burst in here and threatened her. As it so happens, I had my phone on the whole time.”
“Come with me, ladies,” the second guard said as he grabbed each of them by an arm.
The first guard pulled out a small notepad and pen. “I assume you’ll want to make an official report.”
Harley nodded.
***
It was to be expected. Cici and Ashley were not thrown out of school. Harley knew they would retaliate, she just didn’t know when or how.
After a few quiet days without a word from Cici and Ashley, Harley returned to her room after a class.
“There was a package at the door,” April said, pointing to a large box set on the floor beside the sofa.
“Oh,” Harley said with a smile. “I hope it’s something from my parents. I called my mom the other day and said I really missed my dad’s cookies. Cranberry and walnut. You’ll love them.”
Harley got down on her knees in front of the box and tore it open. But instead of finding her father’s homemade cookies, she opened a smaller box and found feminine hygiene products covered in blood.
“Shit,” Harley said, almost gagging as she closed the box. “Looks like the girls are back to their old tricks.”
She changed the name on the label. “Let’s see how they enjoy receiving this.”
But the pranks didn’t stop there.
Two days later, as Harley made her way between the main building and the history building, she saw a small child crying. Holding a tattered teddy bear in one hand, the small girl rubbed the tears from her eyes as called out for her father.
Harley went to the little girl and stooped down. “Oh, sweetie. What are you doing here?”
“Daddy went inside to go to the bathroom and didn’t come back out. He told me to wait out here.”
Harley looked at the nearby door that led to the public restrooms. “Do you want me to go in and try to find him?”
“But he’s in the boys’ room. You can’t go in there.”
Straightening up, Harley patted the little girl on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. It’s okay if I go.” She winked at the girl. “I won’t look,” she said with a playful grin.
Harley entered the building and followed the long corridor that led to the restrooms. Outside the door, she knocked.
“Hello? There’s a little girl out here who’s looking for her father.”
No answer.
“Hello?”
Still no answer.
Harley slowly pushed the door open. The restroom seemed empty. Even when she looked under the doors to each stall, there was no one. She turned to head back out when suddenly a monstrous creature jumped on her back and pushed her into the counter, pushing her face into a sink filled with water.
Gasping for breath, she pulled her head out of the water and looked in the mirror to see Cici’s eyes surrounded by the ugly features of a monster.
“Looking for someone?” the monster said. Holding Harley in place, the monster dry humped her, every push sending Harley’s head banging against the sink’s faucet.
And just as suddenly as it had appeared, the monster disappeared.
Harley straightened up and wrung the water from her hair.
“Daddy?” the little girl called from outside the restroom.
“Don’t come in, sweetie,” Harley said.
But the little girl pushed the door open and walked in, but instead of the beautiful face of an innocent child, the small body of the girl was topped with the grotesque head of shark.
Harley gasped and took a step back before realizing that prank was ongoing. The child came toward her, the shark’s sharp teeth snapping at her. Reluctant to hurt an innocent child, Harley had to remind herself that it wasn’t a child at all.
She finally kicked the creature out of the way and ran out of the restroom.
The pranks continued, sometimes as silly as a piece of gum on her seat in class, other times as wild and horrific as monsters that wanted to rip her apart. Each one was meant to break her, either emotionally, or physically.
But after three months of enduring their pranks, the end of the semester finally arrived.
She’d survived.
Surprisingly, it had to do with her being poor and human, she thought. She had already learned to persevere through very tough times because of her family being poor. It had toughen her. She had also learned to work hard for everything, which made her exceed in all her classes.
If she was raised a spoiled and lazy rich fae who expected her parents and servants to do everything for her, even in college, she’d fail out like Cici and Ashley. She’d be a spoiled cruel student who bullied other students like the Dunsworth Twins.
No, she earned her right to be at the Academy on her own merits. She was proud of being a Scholarship student because it meant she was chosen to be at the Academy for her and only herself.
Chapter 11
“We have a few days before the next semester begins,” April said. “Do you have plans?”
Harley wiped the last of the dishe
s and put them away then turned to April. “Well, I wanted to go see my folks, that’s for sure. But after that… I don’t know. I hadn’t really given it much thought.”
“You hadn’t really thought of it?” April said in disbelief. “Harley, we’re just outside of Sin City. Come on. The world is our oyster. Let’s live it up. Let’s rip up the town. Let’s turn it on its ear.”
Harley laughed and looked at April. “I guess since I’ve lived here all my life, the appeal of the Strip isn’t as strong. I mean, I’ve walked up and down that street so many times over the years. My mom worked at the Fremont Experience, then got a job near Caesar’s Palace, then switched over a small gift shop. I’ve seen limousines lined up outside of ritzy hotels with celebrities and starlets climbing out of them to have a night on the town, or crawl back in them after an all-nighter.”
“Well, all that might be true, but I have never seen The Strip. So, I’ll rely on you to show me around.”
Harley laughed. “Fine. Pack something nice to wear and let’s go.”
When Harley’s parents arrived to pick her up, Harley introduced them to April who stayed over for dinner. But after desert and bringing her parents up to speed on how things were going at school, minus the bullying and initiation, Harley went into her room to change for the night out. She found a cute frilly skirt she’d worn once to a party. Black with white polka dots, it looked festive and fun. She topped it with a thin clingy white tank top and slipped into her dressy flip flops with a two-inch heel.
Giggling and ready for a good time she and April headed to the Strip.
Marveling at the play of lights, April gawked at everything. “You know, it takes a lot for a fae to be impressed by the creations of humans. And, wow, am I impressed.”
“I’m glad you like it. I just hope you won’t wake up tomorrow morning regretting what you do tonight.”
After walking around a bit and taking in the sights, Harley led April to a club she’d heard so much about. The atmosphere was festive, the music loud and the people beautiful.
“Okay,” April said. “I don’t ever want to leave.”
A good-looking dude came up to dance with her, while a tall, muscular guy came up to Harley.
They danced and had a few drinks and danced some more. But as they headed to the bar for more drinks, April nudged Harley with her elbow.
“Look over there.”
Harley followed the direction of April’s gaze and saw the Fallen Boys. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Nope.”
“There are freaking hundreds of clubs in Vegas. What the fuck are the chances that they end up here?”
April kept her eyes on them. “Well, at least they don’t have Cici and Ashley with them.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure. They must be around somewhere, just waiting to pounce.”
“Houston,” April said with a snicker. She made a scratchy radio sound then continued, “We’ve made visual contact.”
“Shit! Really.”
“Yep. And don’t look now but they are on their way.” April let out a long whistle. “Wow, and do they look great.”
Harley turned to look just as they came up to them. They did look great. Kingsley was so dapper with a white shirt casually opened at the collar and a well-tailored jacket over it.
Oak looked super sexy in tight jeans and an even tight white t-shirt that amplified his muscular chest. His hair was pulled back into a half up half down ponytail that had half his hair tied and cascading down over the rest of his loose hair. He looked like a god straight out of medieval times.
Red and Zed, both sporting their spiked hair, wore black jeans and while Red had his leather jacket studded with metal spikes, Zed wore a tamer leather vest. They looked so sexy like boys in a boy band.
“What a coincidence,” Zed said. “Fancy meeting you girls here.”
“I guess it’s a popular spot for blowing off steam,” Harley said.
“Speaking of which,” April said. “Let’s get back to the dancefloor.”
“Catch you guys later,” Harley said as she followed April.
The girls melted into the crowd, dancing with each other and with whomever else came up to them. But it didn’t take long for them to be surrounded by Kingsley, Oak and the twins.
When the disco dance tune ended and a hot and sexy salsa started, Oak grabbed Harley and brought her into the sexy dance. She resisted at first, pressing her hand against his massive chest. But with his hand low on her back, his fingers sprawled just over her ass, he kept her body close to his while his other hand had a firm grip of hers.
She relented and lost herself in the music. She kept up with him, swinging her hips and moving to the rhythm. Looking into his eyes, she felt the heat, the intense desire and knew that she wanted him. The sexual attraction was animal, feral, and she wanted a taste of it.
What better way to lose her virginity?
When the song ended and Oak spun her into Red’s arms, he held her close as he grinded into her. Zed came up behind her, pressing into her as she clung to Red.
The energy on the dancefloor was intoxicating. She felt Red’s cock pressing into her from the front while Zed pressed into her from behind. Was it possible? she wondered.
Could she have it all? Could she have all the Fallen Boys?
When the dance music subsided and a slow song came on, Kingsley took a firm hold of her, leaving no doubt that this dance was for him.
He pulled her to him, their bodies pressed together as they slowly rocked back and forth to the smooth sounds of the love song.
“I’ve waited a long time for this,” he whispered in her ear. He kissed her neck and down to her shoulder. He pulled the thin strap of her shirt down and kissed further along her shoulder then up her neck to her chin, her cheek. “God, I’ve waited a long time.”
He finally took her mouth, pressing his soft warm lips against hers and gently nudging his tongue into her mouth.
Harley was overcome with a storm of sensations, her body reacting to the kiss in such a strong way. She’d been kissed before; Brian when she was fourteen, and again with Hunter when she was sixteen. They’d been sweet kisses.
But this. Kingsley lips brought her entire body to life and she never wanted him to stop. She melted into him, pressing her breasts against his chest and pulling him to her, her fingers raking through his soft silky hair.
“Why don’t we just leave here?” he whispered between kisses.
“I can’t,” she managed with difficulty. “I’m here with April.”
He chuckled softly. “You’ve been distracted for quite a while,” he said. “April left over an hour ago.”
She looked at him, her eyes lazy and drunk with the need to have him. “She did?”
He nodded. “So, what do you say? We rented the penthouse up top.” He pointed straight up. “Come take a look.”
When she hesitated, he kissed her, his tongue urging her to go further, to go to the penthouse with him, to go all the way.
To have it all.
“Say yes,” he whispered.
“Yes.”
Kingsley nodded to the guys and they led the way out of the club, and into the hotel edifice. While Harley leaned heavily into Kingsley, breathing in the sweet scent of him, they got to the elevator and waited, their eyes all on her.
When the elevator arrived, they got in and once the door closed, Kingsley was all over her. Kissing her and pulling one strap of her shirt down, exposing a breast.
“Damn, you have nice tits,” Oak said. He pulled the other strap down exposing the other breast which he greedily took into his huge hand. “Fucking nice.”
She groaned at the sensation and when Kingsley pinched her nipple, she sighed, hungry for more.
“You want more?” Kingsley said.
She nodded, not sure what ‘more’ could mean. But when Kingsley lowered his head to kiss her other nipple before licking it with his warm wet tongue, she thought she was going to fall t
o the floor. Her knees went weak and it was almost impossible to stay standing.
The elevator doors opened, and Kingsley picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her inside the outrageously plush penthouse.
The room was bigger than her entire house and it screamed of wealth and decadence. A huge sunk in area was furnished with white leather sofas, high end tables, and an elaborate lighting fixture that gave the room a starry night feel.
“What do you have under that skirt?” Zed said as he reached under to grab her ass while Kingsley still held her. He kneaded the firm flesh of her ass, and his fingers dipped further and further under her lace thong.
Kingsley brought her to the kitchen where he set her on the table. She lay back and looked up at all of them, their horny eyes on her.
Feeling naughty, and hungry she reached out to Red and ran her hand over the large lump in his jeans. He growled and leaned in to kiss her, all while working his way out of his jeans.
“You want it,” he whispered, taking his cock and setting it in her hand. “Here it is.”
He continued to kiss her while someone sucked on her breast. The sensation of Red’s cock in her hand was strange and unusual. The member was so hard, yet the skin that encased it was so soft.
Red groaned into her mouth as she ran her hand over the length of his erection. “That’s it,” he said. “Take a hold of it.”
“I’ll do better than that,” Kingston said. He pulled her thong off, pushed her skirt up and pushed Red back. “Yeah,” he said. “I’ll do better than that.”
He’d pulled his cock out of his pants and tapped it over Harley’s clitoris. She bit her lip as she looked at him, wondering what he was going to do next.
She loved the attention they showered on her, and she loved the feel of their hands over her body. Even more, she loved their lips on her skin, and on her mouth. And as she watched Kingsley lower himself between her thighs, she loved the sensation of his mouth over her clitoris.
She let out a loud pleasurable cry.