It was a little bit afternoon after noon on the following Thursday. After busting my tail to make sure I was completely caught up on work, I told Desiree that I would have to take an extra long lunch to run some errands. I received a reproachful glare, but she nodded, only adding that we would be having another one of our frustrating "meetings" to discuss my "dedication."
It did not matter. I was on my way to Cindy's apartment, and I was going to fulfill my fantasy at last. Cindy only worked nights, and she got out of class early on Thursday. I had found out through subtle inquiry that Alicia had class until four o'clock. I would have plenty of time to mess around with Cindy and get back to work before that snooping, stuck-up bitch was any the wiser.
The thought of finally having my way with Cindy made my cock stand erect in my khaki trousers as I pulled into the parking lot. It had been nearly a month since our last, abbreviated encounter, which was plenty of time for me to think of all the sinful things I wanted to do to her.
I walked up to her doorway, trying to inconspicuously conceal my prodding erection for the passersby. When I got ready to knock, I noticed that there were a few things amiss.
The door was ajar. I could see into the living room, which was kept dark, as usual, and there was some new heavy metal band playing on the stereo. I knew that Cindy despised anything other than country and shitty, boy-band pop music, and I felt a huge weight of disappointment building.
Had I been denied my fate once more? If it had, there was no telling how long I would have to wait. The next week was Thanksgiving, and we were expecting lots of company. It would likely be another two weeks before I would get another chance.
Curious, I decided not to knock, but stuck my head in the door. There was nobody in the living room, but the computer in the corner was on, and there were some documents coming out of the printer.
"Hello?" I asked cautiously as I stepped inside, softly closing the door behind me.
I looked about the apartment a bit. Girls have a reputation for being neater than guys, but their apartment was a veritable war zone. Clothes were strewn about, the sink was overrun with dirty dishes, and trash was overflowing in the cans.
I noticed that the bathroom light was on. It seemed that Cindy was currently indisposed.
Deciding not to interrupt whatever business she had going on in there, I went over to the computer to see what school work she was printing out.
Upon inspecting the documents, I realized two things. First, these did not belong to Cindy, but to Alicia. They were themed around marketing, and that was Alicia's major. Second, they were the answers to a final exam!
I froze for a moment, not really knowing what to think. I mean, yes, academic dishonesty is wrong, but then, it was not as if I had never cheated on a test. But then, this was Alicia, the snooty, elitist bitch who thought she was too good than everyone else. The fact that she was cheating was more than a little amusing.
As I looked closer, I noticed that she had printed out several copies of the same final exam. I could only deduce that she was not only using them for herself, but that she was sharing or selling the answers to other students, as well.
Alicia was a junior in college, and expulsion would ruin her academically as well as shipwreck her career plans. As I heard the toilet in the bathroom flush, I schemed quickly.
I pulled out my cell phone, which doubled as a digital camcorder. I took three still pictures of the documents, ensured that the images were recognizable, and switched it to camcorder mode. I got footage of the exams and turned to the bathroom door right as Alicia walked out.
There was a look of shock and fear on her face when she saw me, which was quickly replaced by an expression of anger.
"What the fuck!" she yelled, hurrying towards me.
"Hold it, Alicia," I said calmly. "Don't move."
To my surprise, she stopped, although she looked confused in her mounting panic. "Why?" she asked.
"Because I want to make sure I get a good shot of your face," I said, laughing. "The dean will want a really clear picture before he kicks your ass out of school."
Angrily, she ran past me and began gathering the papers.
"You're too late," I said. "I have seen them."
"What are you doing here?!" she demanded. "What, do you just break into our place like some sort of pervert?"
Convinced I had enough, I stopped filming. "I am a pervert," I answered, "but that is neither here nor there. Suffice it to say that I was dropping by to see Cindy, and the door was open, so I just came in."
"You can't just walk in here whenever you feel like it!" she screamed. "I'm calling the police."
"Go ahead," I said, unfazed. "I was just checking to make sure everything was alright. With all the assaults on women on campus on the rise, I doubt the police will see a need to pursue it too far. By the way, after you are done calling the police over here, can I use your phone to call the university?"
"Fuck you!" she yelled and swung at me.
Alicia had a very nice, athletic body, but she was no prize fighter. I swatted her hand away easily.
"You know, your career is ruined," I said seriously. Her anger almost immediately subsided into fear and panic. Part of me could not believe how maliciously calm I was able to remain, but all of me loved it. "You are going to be expelled, and you are never going to be able to go back to any school worth the paper they print your degree on. Good luck finding a decent marketing job. You should get used to working in retail."
I looked her up and down. She was wearing short shorts that highlighted her smooth, muscular legs. A tight college tee-shirt showed off her bulging breasts, and her blonde hair was up in a ponytail.
"Of course, with your qualifications," I added as I put my cell phone back on its clip on my belt. "You might be able to make better money as a stripper."
"You fucking bastard!" she hissed and tried to slap me again. Once more, I easily parried her attack.
"Now, now," I said, grinning sadistically. "That's not going to help you at all. You should be nicer to the man who holds the rest of your life in his hands."
I could see the meek wheels in what passed as her brain turning, and her eyes began to well up with tears.
"Please," she said quietly. "Please don't turn me in. It wasn't my idea. This guy in my class thought it up, and he and some other people paid me to do it. I didn't want to, but I needed the money bad."
I looked at her silently for a moment, trying not to laugh at her pathetic attempt to manipulate me and outsmart me using sympathy. I set my eyes on her coldly and glared into her pretty blue ones.
"Is Cindy in on this?" I asked. Part of me secretly hoped she was; it would give me some leverage in case she had changed her mind about fucking her sister's brother.
"No," Alicia said, shaking her head. "It was just me and my classmates."
"Where is she?" I asked. I really wanted to know. While this particular obstacle was working out in my favor, it was still somewhat annoying that I was not pounding Cindy's tight pussy right now.
"She got called into work, so I used the opportunity to skip class and come print out the tests," Alicia answered.
"Okay," I said ad I walked towards the door.
"Wait," she said, grabbing my arm. I turned to her. "Are you going to report me?"
"That depends," I said. "I will be right back."
I walked out to the car and deposited my cell phone in the glove box. It was the key to what I had planned, and I could not risk Alicia getting her hands on it.
I walked back into the apartment to see Alicia sitting on the sofa, her face buried in her hands. She was crying, and this time it was not for show. She knew how screwed she was.
Speaking of which...
"My camera has a delete button," I announced. "I will use it if you can answer a few questions."
She looked up. Her eyes were puffy and red, but she saw the light of hope. I repressed the urge to laugh. Some of the questions I had in mind would be impossible for such a stuck-up snob to answer.
"Okay," she said cautiously.
"How much did you make for getting the answers to those exams?" I asked.
