"Well, that was enough for me." Marcus stretched as he stood up, feigning a yawn. He gave the room one last look as the credits on the third flick of their movie marathon started to roll, surreptitiously eyeing the level of everyone's glasses before he got up and walked toward his bedroom. "You guys stay up as late as you want, but I gotta crash."
"Come on," Joshua said as he left, "You're not going to bitch out on us already, are you?"
He smiled as he spoke, but Marcus could read between the lines as his roommate glared at him. He was disappointed. Joshua had set this whole thing up to try to give him a shot with his girlfriend's roommate Tara, and as far as Joshua was concerned, Marcus had blown it. Despite all the alcohol lubricated jumpscares he hadn't made a move all night.
They'd planned it for days. The drinks. The snacks. The movies. Well, Joshua had at least, Marcus knew that no matter how much they prepared that he'd never be half as good with the ladies as Joshua was, but his roommate didn't want to hear it. He told him that was an incel mindset and they were going to get him a girlfriend even if it killed him. He just wasn't as tall, blond, or handsome as his soccer playing roommate was, and he'd long ago made peace with that. His roommate probably had a better chance of having a threesome with his girlfriend Kelly and her roommate Tara than Marcus had of getting kissed under normal circumstances.
"Sorry man," Marcus apologized, ignoring the girls as much as they ignored him the whole night. "You know I have to work tomorrow. I don't have another slasher movie in me."
"Cool," was all Joshua said to him, even though he knew that it wasn't, before he went into his room and shut the door. Once Marcus was out of the picture Joshua wasted no time in turning the charm right back on with "All right ladies - who wants to see part four, where we find out who the night stalker really was, all along!"
They'd have more fun without him, Marcus was sure of that, but he was also sure they'd all be passed out before they were halfway through the next movie. The sleeping pills he'd dissolved in their drinks would make sure of that. At 5'8" he was more than a little scrawny and hopelessly awkward. The women in his life might not think much of that, but that had hardly kept him from getting laid the last couple years in college. He'd been a virgin for his whole first year of course. Once he discovered he could make a few things from the expired narcotics inventory disappear before it went to its locked dumpster at his part time pharmacy job things had started looking up.
Tonight's drug of choice was most of a package of sleeping pills with a big warning against taking them with alcohol right on the box. A little research online revealed that the drinking wouldn't hurt anyone - it would just make them dead to the world for six or eight hours, which was perfect for what Marcus wanted. He knew that Tara barely saw him as human, much less as a man. That didn't stop him from aching to find out what her body looked like under those slutty outfits she enjoyed so much. Kelly was hot too of course, in the same stereotypical way as her boyfriend. She had more cleavage and a better ass than Tara, but she wasn't really his type. After college Kelly and Josh would probably get married and have cute little blond kids and live happily ever after behind their white picket fence.
Marcus would still happily fuck Kelly later tonight if he was up for round two of course, but the girl he really wanted to use was her dark haired roommate Tara. She was kind of a bitch and perpetually single because of it, which is why Joshua thought he had a chance with her. There was just something about her unreadable expressions and intense gaze that made him ache to put her in her place, and right now the only thing that separated him from the fulfillment of all his fantasies was half an hour of waiting for the pills to kick in and a couple thin layers of cloth. She might never remember what he was going to do to her, but he was going to set up his phone before he got started to make sure he never forgot a single detail of what came next.
For the next ten or fifteen minutes he heard the group of them talking and joking over the movie. It was probably at Marcus' expense he realized. It usually was, but today he didn't mind. Let them think as little of him as they wanted - today both of those sluts were going to give him everything that he wanted, just like the other women from his classes he'd met at a party or tricked into coming over to do a little studying. Joshua might think he was still a virgin, but he'd fucked half a dozen of his classmates, even if none of them remembered it. Why have a girlfriend when you could have a new victim every few weeks, he thought, smiling. Girlfriends were constant work and effort, and even if the girls he'd had so far weren't nearly as pretty as Tara or Kelly, they were just as warm and wet, and as long as he kept carefully picking his targets and using condoms to make sure there wasn't any incriminating evidence left behind, that wasn't going to change any time soon.
After Marcus couldn't hear anything over the sound of the movie, he set a timer and waited another twenty minutes. Then he spent that time pacing before he opened his bedroom door so he could peek his head out at the living room to see if anyone was still moving. Nothing except for the light coming the television moved though. Marcus walked slowly out into the living room, turning on one of the lamps to give him enough light to appreciate his handy work. Joshua and Kelly were passed out on the couch, partially entwined in mid cuddle, and Tara was laid out on the loveseat - just where Marcus had left them before he said he ditched them earlier.
"Alright everyone - shows over - time for bed." he said, as he shut off the TV. No one stirred.
"I mean it," he said, walking towards Joshua and shaking his shoulder hard enough to watch Kelly's tits jiggle. Apparently she'd shed her bra at some point while he'd been too busy watching a movie to notice. "You two - get a room already."
No one moved though, and he smiled darkly in anticipation for what came next. Marcus moved over to Tara and leaned his phone against the bowl of popcorn to position it at the right angle to record her. He adjusted it, and once he was happy with the image on screen he leaned over and started to grope her lightly through her top. "What about you Tara? Are you having sweet dreams or did those movies give you nightmares?" he whispered as his hands explored her body and started to pull up the hem of her skirt. "It doesn't really matter either way. Your real nightmare is only just beginning."
Marcus stood up and dropped his pants and underwear, then ripped open the condom packet, and started to roll the latex sheath on his throbbing cock. He never thought he'd get the chance to be alone with such a lovely slut, and that Tara would forever be relegated to jerk off material, but thanks to his roommates insistence that he finally get a real girlfriend, a miracle had happened. Maybe he'd let Joshua try to play matchmaker more often he decided as he turned back to tonight's victim. Did she move, he wondered as he looked at her again. Before he'd thought her panties were slightly more visible than they were now. It didn't matter. She wouldn't be wearing the tight black bikini cut panties much longer anyway. Marcus would love to keep them as a memento of the occasion, but he knew it would be too suspicious, so he'd just have to burn them into his memory instead.
"You know, Joshua thought that maybe with a couple drinks in you, that we might have a fling," Marcus whispered as he grabbed Tara's panties so he could pull them off. "But I think we both know that a slut like you wouldn't be caught did fucking a guy like me. That's why I had to--" Marcus froze as he felt the cold metal edge pressed against his throat. He looked up from the panties he'd been preparing to move to find Tara had her eyes open and a small three inch blade pressed against his throat.
"Well if you know that much, then you aren't completely stupid," She spat, looking up at him with hate in her eyes,"so maybe you understand that if you move a muscle I'm going to spray your blood all over the living room wall." Marcus didn't move or speak. He couldn't. He was terrified, and stayed as frozen as he possibly could, at least until his knees started to shake.
