Page 29 of Depraved Boys

I lowered my head and breathed hard. My swimming victory didn’t count if it resulted in a wet, naked dash across the campus. The girls had probably arranged for every student with a working smartphone to record my humiliation. I stomped back into the empty changing room and headed for the door leading to the pool. Maybe if I screamed loud enough, Miss Shields would come running.

I opened the door a crack and peeped out. Over a dozen boys from various years stood outside the changing room with their smartphones at the ready.

Bruce stepped forward, flanked by the twins. “There you are, Pigsty.”

My heart jumped into my throat. “Can one of you call Miss Shields?”

His gaze traveled down the gap in the door, and he edged forward, one hand cupping his crotch. “What’s wrong?”

Panic spiked through my heart. I slammed the door in his face and leaned against the wood. Cold terror seeped through my veins, and my breaths came in shallow pants.

“What should I do?”

Maybe I wasn’t looking properly. The girls disliked me, but no woman would subject another to such a humiliating situation… Would they?

Two cupboards stood in the corner of the room, and I blew out a relieved breath. I would probably find my things stuffed in one of them. Right now, I didn’t care about the state of my clothes. As long as they covered my nudity, I could walk out with my head high.

The first cupboard was empty.

The second contained a mop and an empty bucket.

I slammed the cupboard door shut. “Fucking fuck!”

A knock reverberated on the door. I sat on the bench and adjusted my towel. “Who’s there?”

Leopold slipped inside, his face alight with mirth.

“What do you want?” I snapped.

“I heard there was a piglet in peril, and I’ve come to help.” He stuck his hand in his pants pocket. “Don’t look at me like I’m insulting you. I think the nickname is cute!”

“Could you call Miss Shields?” I asked.

“Whatever for?” He stepped forward, his aquamarine eyes dancing.

“The girls took my clothes.”

“Miss Shields can’t help you.”

“Why not?”

“She’s in the staff room, enjoying her well-deserved glass of amaretto.” Leopold stalked across the room, his grin as wide as the Cheshire cat’s. He lowered his voice to a deep purr. “You, on the other hand, will be stuck here all night if you don’t accept my help.”

“What do you want?”

“Ten thousand pounds. We can split it eighty-twenty.”

“What?” I shrieked.

“Don’t act like it’s an imposition.” He loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt. “I saw the way you watched me at that party. You were intrigued.”

The arm around my chest tightened. “I was disgusted.”

“Yet you stood there for a full five minutes,” he drawled. I opened my mouth to protest, but he said, “I heard your voice. Heard you step into the room, and knew you were watching us. That’s why I turned around and smiled. The lust on your wide-eyed, innocent face made me cum so hard, I nearly fainted.”

“Come near me, and I’ll scream.”

“That’s exactly what I intend to make you do.” He slipped off his blazer and placed it on a clothes peg. “Scream my name when you cum.”