Page 24 of Mutual Prey

Between the pink hair and the half-face mask, maybe Iamhard to recognize. Or maybe it doesn’t even matter. Finn seems to know just about everything about me anyway.

Which puts me at a disadvantage, I guess, since I never bothered to find out the first thing abouthim. But that only makes the hunt all the more thrilling.

I go from group to group, milling around and listening in on conversations. Edging away from the main room, I come to a stop in one of the narrow, darkened hallways when I see four guys surround a skinny girl with curly red hair. One of them has his dick in his hand, pumping it, while another guy has a cell phone out. And a third has her pinned to the ground, forcing her on her hands and knees.

“Go on,suck.”

I’m coming up from behind her, and I can’t see her face, but I can tell she’s crying by the way she’s sniffing. And those red curls…

“Piper?”

There’s just no way. And yet, from behind, she looks exactly like the closest thing to a friend I’ve ever had. My idiot lab partner, whom I once tried to help by injecting with Synaptrex. One of the two drugs that my mom developed and that, alone, gives you photographic memory.

Well, I considered it helping, because she was failing science hard. Maybeshewouldn’t have seen it that way, since I wasn’t really planning on asking for her permission. Anyway, it never happened, because she left, and the boy who got the injection instead was Finn.

I can’t even pretend it was an accident. I stared right at himas I pushed the syringe in his neck, and I felt pretty gleeful about it, too.

The sight of the red-haired girl on her knees brings me back to senior year in high school. I try to make sense of what I’m seeing. “Piper?”

The three bullies pause, one of them still with his dick in hand, as she slowly turns around.

No, it’s not Piper.

She looks almost identical to the girl I used to know in high school, except that her eyes aren’t messed up. But I’ve aged five years, and I can only assume Piper has too. This girl doesn’t look older than eighteen.

“What did you call me?” she asks.

“Sorry. You look a lot like…” Well, I guess the only way to describe her is: “my friend.”

“I don’t know any Piper. My name is Billie.”

“Oh. Okay. Well, nice to meet you, Billie.”

Even though she’s wearing a mask, I can still see the look of utter confusion in her green eyes. I guess itiskind of weird to interrupt a bullying session in order to exchange pleasantries with the victim.

“Alright, hon,” says the guy with his dick out. “How about getting the fuck out of here? Unless you want some of this too?”

He gestures to his cock which is, objectively, tiny. Especially compared to Finn’s massive one, the memory of which sends a shiver coursing down my spine.

“Yeah, sure.”

“... Sure?”

“Sure, I’d like a taste of it. Come on over here, sexy.”

His friends snicker while he stares at me, just as confused as the Piper clone—Billie—looked moments before. But then, he waltzes over to me, a smirk painted on his face.

“On your knees, hon. Suck me off.”

I obey smilingly, stuffing my hands in the pockets of my Dior dress. Thank god for those.

The guy with the phone at once loses interest. He seems to have eyes only for Billie, while she looks both relieved to no longer be the center of attention, and more confused than ever.

Tiny Dick Boy stops right in front of me, and I wrinkle my nose when his cock hits my lips.

“Open up, hon.”

“Fine. But do you mind not calling mehon?”