Getting images of humiliated girls on TV covered in my cum was beginning to get old. I still had the rush to do it, but I needed to be more creative.
What I needed to find, in essence, was the largest college gathering where there would be that one girl who needed to let something out, and by meeting me that would mean an orgasm.
There also was a new problem. My ID had been broken, well, at least my fake ID. One of my past conquests got word of this site and found the story I wrote about her. Then she discovered who I was from my contact, who at least had the brains to just give up my fake ID.
So, I had to come up with a new fake ID. I called my guy and within minutes I was good as gold. The name, ah, I better not use it here, was common enough not to draw suspicion. And I stopped making it seem like I set the girls up, even though that's what it was about.
Big universities often have large pep rallies before a big football game. And from what I've seen, a certain college in Southern California has the best collegiate cheerleaders. I booked a commercial flight to LA and arrived on Thursday night, giving me enough time to find out which of the girls would be my next DVD entry.
Looking through a sports annual, I spotted the three girls I would attempt conquer. I bought myself an alumni polo shirt at the school book store. Using my fake press pass allowed me to get as close to the girls as I needed. Just watching their rehearsal I got the attention of a few girls who were looking my way. Not to pass up a possible group deal I thought it might be worth a try. During a break, I walked up to them and introduced myself, saying I was in town from a out of state TV station that was interested in doing a story on them. My cameraman had yet to arrive, so after they eagerly agreed, I set-up to meet them for a drink after their practice.
This gave me some time to think. With three girls, I could possibly count on at least one to fuck. But if all three agreed to party, that would be the ultimate. I found a cologne sampler in the gift shop and spritzed myself before the clerk could ask me if I was interested in buying the overpriced bottle behind the glass counter.
"No Ingles," I said walking out the store, which puzzled the clerk being that I'm not Hispanic.
The girls were right on time. There was Mary, a blonde hottie, Cheryl, with dark auburn hair and long legs, and Connie, who said she was part Asian, part African-American. She also was a hot piece of ass.
We walked over to a nearby bar. I ordered a pitcher of beer and we sat at a round table. I thought it would be best to come clean for once.
I took the high road, saying my name and that I was truly an alumni of the university (well, I couldn't tell the whole truth), but really just wanted to get to know the hottest girls on campus.
