Page 31 of Wicked Elites

“It’s rare that I return to a girl after I’ve had her and even rarer that I return for a third go.”

A boulder of shock hit me in the gut, and my mouth gaped open. Leopold hadn’t really said that… Had he?

“So, what do you say, Piglet?” he purred. “Are you going to give me a little lick?”

Anger seared through my veins, and I snatched my gaze away from his organ and glared into his eyes.

Leopold’s face fell. “Piglet?”

I didn’t even have to look at that erection to know its location. The organ was so long, so thick, so prominent, it took up an entire quarter of my peripheral vision. My hands balled into fists, and I pictured the boxing matches Dad used to watch. Mohammed Ali, Sugar Ray Leonard, and Floyd Patterson.

Then I delivered an uppercut to his balls with my right then a left hook to his proud length.

He doubled over, his aquamarine eyes wide and filling with water, and his hands clutching a rapidly shrinking erection. “Oh, f-fuck. Y-you’ve just sunk the big dipper.”

I shoved him hard with both hands and shot to my feet. Leopold fell to the ground with a hard thud, with his pants around his knees.

“Who do you think you are?” I stood over him, fists clenched like a heavyweight champion waiting for the referee to complete the countdown. “I wouldn’t touch your diseased prick even if I was a doctor in an STD clinic!”

He cracked his eyes open and squinted up at me through his tears. “I-I knew your tits would be glorious.”

I glanced down. The towel had fallen to the ground, exposing me to Leopold’s crying, leering gaze. With a horrified shriek, I snatched the towel off the floor and readjusted it around my body. “Get out!”

The door opened again, and relief washed through my fevered insides. “Miss Shields, Leopold—”

“Sorry to disappoint.” Sebastian stepped through the door. “I came as quickly as I could.”

Anger surged through my veins. Of all the people to walk through that door, why did it have to be him? The boy who still hadn’t denied playing the pull-a-pig game.

“Get out.”

He dropped a bundle of green on the bench.

“What’s this?”

“A tracksuit,” said Sebastian. “You’ll have to roll up the arms and legs, but it will have to do until you get back to your room.”

All the fury left me in a giant rush. “Thank you.” I glanced down at Leopold, What about…”

He grinned. “I’ll take care of this horny dog.”

With the most careful of movements, I picked up the tracksuit, backed into the shower rooms, and scrambled into the warm, dry clothes with the utmost speed.

After rolling up the arms and legs, I walked back to the changing room to find Sebastian holding a snickering Leopold in a headlock. Leopold wrapped his arms around his friend’s middle and charged them against the wall.

I rolled my eyes. At least Leopold had pulled up his pants.

“Thanks,” I muttered.

They both released each other and straightened. Leopold beamed at me and stared at my breasts. I resisted the urge to wrap my arms around them. He’d already had the visual.

Sebastian walked me out of the changing room and through the empty swimming block.

“I’m sorry about the other day,” he said at the doors.

“What happened?”

“I was already in shock from discovering you were a student here, but when they said you were a scholar, it gave me the creeps.”