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Shark

By: bassbelly



I watched, fascinated, as the nine ball rolled slowly across the green felt and settled with a satisfying 'plop' into the corner pocket. Another ass-kicking was on its way. I picked up my cue and strode majestically to the end of the table while the balls were being racked. With all the grace of a bull in a China shop, I stroked into the cue ball. It cracked off the one ball and balls flew everywhere.......except in the pocket.

My opponent grinned, stepped to the table and ran all the balls......again. I watched another hundred dollar bill (mine) disappear into a bra (hers). 

"Well, chump, would you like to try again?" she laughed.

"Of course I would! I just need another beer to improve my eye," I sneered. 

I received another suds from the chuckling bartender and watched as she broke the rack. Three balls went in on the break. She smiled sweetly at me, polished them off and graciously accepted another piece of my fast dwindling nest egg.

"Had enough yet?" she smiled.

"Hell no! I just need another beer to settle me down," I muttered.

The bartender was openly laughing at me as I grabbed another brewski and headed to the table. Once again the crack of the rack split the smoky barroom air. Once again, nine balls stayed firmly planted upon the green.

She planted her feet in one spot and gunned the rack down. Giggling, she accepted the last of my expendable funds.

"Thanks, easy," she remarked as she sat down at the bar to wait for the next idiot.

Did I mention the ass-kicking? Well, it should be obvious by now that I was the kickee, not the kicker. Sweet Sue had once again wiped out my savings. What I really needed was another beer. Adding insult to injury, she bought it for me. I wondered briefly if I could claim her as a dependent on my income tax. After all, like any other woman, she got all my money, every week. 

"Say Sue, can I claim you on my taxes?" I weakly mumbled.

"No way! You're more like a student. You're not giving me anything. You're paying for my services as an instructor, although I must say, you are a slow learner." 

As I stumbled to the door she opened it for me, grabbed my elbow and whispered, "You know, you're not half bad looking. If you could stay sober, we might have some fun together." I staggered across the parking lot and saddled up my nifty, thrifty Honda fifty. As I wove my way home it suddenly dawned on me that sweet Sue had more or less promised me some goodies if I could get off the sauce. I fumbled with my keys and finally got the door unlocked. I strode majestically into my apartment and collapsed on the couch. The world went away.

Dawns early light leaking through my open front door temporarily blinded me. I stumbled over and shut the door, then ran down the hall as an overwhelming desire to take a piss got to me. At least I managed to hit the toilet a little more than fifty per cent of the time. Shaking it off, I walked with my dick hanging out to my bedroom, stripped my clothes off and crashed onto the mattress.

I was up at the crack of noon and took my shower. I brushed my tongue for fifteen minutes in a vain attempt to get the beer out of it. Half a bottle of mouthwash didn't do it either. I pulled on a pair of boxers and ate a grapefruit while watching college football. About half way through the game I suddenly remembered that Sue had promised me some pussy. I also remembered that I was a slow study and would have to take it easy. I wondered if I could stay sober long enough to corner her. I knew it would be worth it. The question was, why would she pay any attention to me? I'm not ugly but I'm no movie star either. I'm strong as an ox, but so are most of the other men around the docks.

Sue was a small girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a really sweet smile and was well liked by everyone who met her. She also made a lot of money off of suckers like me. See, she was a pool shark. She had been on the pro tour for a while but gave it up so she could stay in her home town by the sea. When she wasn't relieving us chumps of our spare change, she was either practicing or fishing.

If it has occurred to you to ask, '"Would we ever learn?" The answer is NO! We just knew we couldn't continue to be beaten by a girl! It was unheard of. It also happened with distressing regularity.

I pondered Sue's apparent lust for me all week and came up with no answers. I'm just not very remarkable. I stayed sober all week too. It was kind of strange waking up in the morning and actually remembering what happened the previous night. Friday finally rolled around. I collected my pay and hustled over to the bar. I was freshly bathed, teeth brushed, hair combed and even clean clothes.

Sue noticed immediately. She sidled up to me and said in a low voice, "After I make my payday, I'll come talk to you. Don't get drunk or the deal is off."

I ordered a seven up with a twist of lime. I thought the bartender was going to faint.

"Did you say seven up?" he asked incredulously.

"Yup, I've got bigger fish to fry tonight," I bragged.

I got a real education as I watched Sue fleece the suckers as she had me on so many occasions. She never missed. If she got to the table, get your money ready 'cause you won't have it long.

She cleaned out four chumps in two hours. Then she said to me, "Meet me outside."

I gulped the rest of my latest seven up and left the bar, waiting for her on the curb. Ten minutes later she walked out. 

"Let's go for a little walk," she said.

I was ready to do just about anything she told me to do. We walked down the waterfront and out onto the village pier. When we reached the end, I stopped.

"Okay, why have you chosen me? There must be dozens of guys after you. Why me?"

"Well, you are big and strong, so you can defend me. You never whine when I wax your ass on the pool table. You're fairly good looking, but not so much that you'll be any trouble. I saw you taking a leak against the wall one night. You have a major size dick. And last, but not least, you've got a nice, big boat."

"Okay, so I'm not a cry-baby and I've got a big dick and a big boat. Why now?"

"I'm ready now. All I had to do was see if I could get you sober. Now you're sober so now's the time."

"The time for what? And what are you ready for?"

"The time had come for me to settle down. I've had enough of bars and drunks. I've made enough money off the suckers so I can live comfortably. Last but not least, I've decided I need a mate. You are the most likely candidate. Let's go to my place."

There is just exactly no chance that any male would turn down a proposal like that. As we walked toward her house, I thought about what she had said. It was true. I had had enough of the bright lights and being drunk and hung over and broke. It was time to shoulder some responsibility. I wrapped my arm around her. She kind of giggled as she understood that I accepted her proposal.

She had a nice little three bedroom cottage just on the outskirts of the village and right on the beach. The place was immaculate. She unlocked the door and we stepped inside. She turned and locked on to my lips. I shook at the unexpected assault and then sought her tongue as I warmed to her.

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. 

"Let me see what I have done," she giggled. I took off my sweatshirt and t-shirt. She removed her blouse. I could tell, even with her bra on, that she had a really nice rack. I put my arms around her and deftly unsnapped her bra.

Her tits were just beautiful, full and round with little pink nipples. I could help myself. I sucked on of her nipples into my mouth and rubbed it with my tongue.

""I knew you would be this way," she sighed.

She fumbled with my belt and finally got my pants off. My boner was sticking out, making a large lump in my boxers. She groaned, dropped my boxers to the floor and grabbed my dick. I unzipped her skirt and it hit the floor beside my boxers. I stepped into her and hugged her tightly to me. 

"I hope you have some experience at this, 'cause I don't," she said.

"You're a virgin?" I asked incredulously.

"No, but I only did it once in high school and it hurt and bled. I didn't have any fun at all. Now that I'm twenty two, I'm ready to try it again. Besides, this is the only way to get babies. Have you done it before?"

"I'm twenty six. I was in the Navy in the orient. I can't count the women I've been with."

"Oh good, then you can teach me everything!" she chirped.

I held her as we collapsed onto her bed. She was so soft! I could have been happy just to squeeze her. I felt her hand feeling my cock.

"I want to look at it," she said.

She laid her head down on my belly, grasped it and brought it close to her. I could feel her hot breath on it. It felt like it was going to burst.

"Is it really true that women suck these things?" she asked.

"Oh yeah! Some women seem to like that as much as fucking."

"What do I do?"

"Just suck it into your mouth and suck as hard as you can. Run it in and out. No teeth!"

I felt her lovely lips close over my cock head as she started a fantastic suction.

"If we do sixty nine, you can have some real fun too," I offered.

"Okay, what do we do?"

"Well, get on top of me and put your sweet little pussy right on my mouth. Then I'll lick you while you suck me."

She crawled around and dropped her pussy right on my waiting, eager lips. Her aroma was wonderful. I took a deep breath of it and lick the dew off of her pussy lips. She groaned around my cock. I licked the full length of her sex and sucked her clit into my lips. Then I rubbed it with me tongue. I could feel her trying to scream but her mouth was full of cock so all she produced was a buzzing sensation. It drove me totally ballistic! She was humping into my face, trying to get as much of herself as possible into my mouth.

"I gonna cum!" I warned her.

She just kept sucking. My orgasm overwhelmed me and I shot a big load of juice down her throat. Her legs clamped around my head as she shivered and came in my mouth. Her juices tasted so good. I licked up as much of it as I could. My cock popped out of her mouth. She rolled to one side.

"That was the most intense experience of my life!" she exclaimed.

"Your pussy is beyond doubt the best I've ever eaten," I returned.

"Is sex better than this?"

"Oh yeah! You're gonna love it."

"You're cock died. How long do we have to wait?" she anxiously inquired.

"It'll take a little while. In the meantime, we can play with each other and get acquainted," I panted. "Did I hear you mention babies?"

"Well, you heard me say I want babies and for that I need a mate. I've decided on you. There is no use struggling. You already know that I always get what I want."

"I have resigned myself to surrendering to you. I've thought a lot about you over the past year as you took away all my spending money. Besides, this is the only way to get even."

She snuggled up close to me. "Do you love me?"

"Yeah, I guess I do. I never felt this way about a woman before. I'm pretty sure I don't want to go on without you. Do you love me?"

"Well, duh! Why else do you think I captured you and dragged you off to my den of iniquity? Of course I love you."

"Do you want to marry me?"

"Did I just hear you propose to me?"

"Well, I guess you did. Will you? Marry me, I mean?"

"Okay. Now show me how to make babies."

My cock was rock hard again. She had it I her hands. She slowly massaged my nuts.

"Open your legs," I told her.

I got on top of her and slowly slid my dick up to her entrance.

"This is it. There can be no turning back now," I said.

"Press on, put a baby in me."

I slid myself into the tightest pussy on the planet. I know it must have hurt her a little. She was tighter than any virgin I had ever popped. I slid all the way into her and just held still for a moment.

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah, it just hurt a little when you started. Is this all there is?"

"Does it still hurt?"

"No, it feels good."

"I'm gonna make it feel a whole lot better," I told her as I started to thrust in and out of her.

"Oh damn, that feels better than anything I've ever felt. Do me some more! Do it faster, Harder, Deeper, More, More, More."

As I thrust into her I locked my mouth on hers and sucked her tongue. Her hips bucked as she responded to me attentions. I felt her tighten around me. Her climax was near. I quickened my thrusts.

"Oh god yes!" she screamed. "Aaaaahhhhh!!!"

She was deep in the throes of her orgasm when I started squirting my sperm into her.

"I can feel it! I can feel it!" she cried excitedly, "You're cumming in me! Do it some more, more more!!"

I shot several long strings of semen inside her. Spent, I collapsed on her like a spawned out salmon. I was sweating. She was sweating. Our love juices mingled with the sweat. It was wonderful. I felt wet and sticky all over. It was at that moment that I realized I really did love her.

"I thought that being a shark in the sucker pool was fun, but this has no equal. I wanna do it more and more, all the time. I wanna carry your baby. Oh God, I've fallen in love with you!" she whispered.

*

So Sue quit being a pool shark and became a mother and a wife. I quit being a sucker and a drunk and became a husband and father. She's pregnant again! This is number four. If she wants more, I'll give them to her. Breeding with a shark is so much fun!!! 

Shark



"Pretty hot work."

"You can say that again, sir. And that's a pretty hot car you got there."

"Thanks. I'm addicted to Corvettes."

"What year?"

"This year. I usually trade up every other year."

"Shit, man. That's beyond my imagination. Oh, sorry for the 'shit.' We were told not to curse around the motorists."

"No problem. It's a fuckin' good set of wheels."

"Yes, it fuckin' is." The young flagman flashed a broad smile, made comfortable by the man's congeniality, and stepped a couple of steps closer in toward the windshield of the metallic blue Corvette convertible. He was minimally dressed, in keeping with the high heat of summer in western Kansas. He had the requisite fluorescent green safety vest, but no shirt, showing a set of very serious biceps, a tattoo of a sunburst on one. He was blond, with a long ponytail trailing out of the back of his safety helmet, but he'd been tanned deeply by the realities of his job. "Saw the license plate. Shark. That your name or something?"

"No, you could say more that that's what I do," the dark-haired—with gray streaks—dusky-complexioned, goateed middle-aged man behind the Corvette's wheel said, with a laugh. "Hard job standing out here changing a sign from 'slow' to 'stop' hour on end."

"Yeah, gets pretty hot and dry out here—and monotonous, 'cept when someone tools up in a flash car like this one. We've been working this stretch of highway 50 ten miles short of Cimarron for nearly a year now—with nearly a year to go. Pretty much unforgivable desert out here. But it's a job. Don't know what I'll do when the road's done."

"I've got some beer on ice in the chest behind my seat. Could I entice you with one?"

"No, sorry, sir. Can't drink on the job. Sounds wonderful, though."

"I've got bottled water too—ice cold. You allowed to accept that?"

"Yes, thanks, sir."

"Don't need to call me that," the man said as he reached into the cooler and came up with a bottle of designer water. "You can call me Beel, if you've got a name to exchange."

The young man smiled as he reached over and accepted the water. "Zeke. They call me Zeke. Thanks for the water, Bill. I'm sorry you got stuck in line just at the changeover. It shouldn't be more than a couple of more minutes. You might want to put the top up on the Vette, though. It's really hot out here."

"I'm used to heat, Zeke. And it's Beel, not Bill. It's short for something—but I'm sure you don't want to get into that now. It's Friday. You got to do this on Saturday and Sunday too?"

"Naw, we've got the weekend off. And today's pay day. We'll be hitting Wyatt's hard."

"Wyatt's?"

"The local pool and poker hall in Cimarron. We cool off in there Friday nights—trying to double our pay and slaking our thirst from a week of dust out here on the unfinished road."

"So, you're a local, Zeke?"

"Yeah. Cimarron born and raised—which isn't half exciting as it might sound. This town's heyday was back in the Wild West days. Nothin' exciting' has happened here in decades."

"Maybe someone should change that," the Corvette driver said, with a smile. "Any good motels in Cimarron?"

"Well, there's the Cimarron Hotel and the Blue Jay Inn. But notice I didn't answer the 'any good?' question."

"One more private than the other one?"

"Guess that would be the Blue Jay Inn. Here comes the pilot car now, so I gotta step back in the slot and you'll be on your way in no time now. Thanks for the water . . . Beel."

"And thanks for the conversation and view, Zeke. See you around."

Zeke returned to his position, ready to turn his sign from 'stop' to 'slow' without another thought to the man in the Corvette—although he watched the tail of the car drive off with appreciation and envy.

* * * *

"So, you allowed to accept that beer now?"

"What? Oh, the man with the Vette. Bill, was it?"

"No, it's Beel. And I'd really like to buy you that beer—for leading me to Wyatt's. This does look like it's where it's happening."

"Not that anything's happening much around here," Zeke said with a snort.

"I think we'll manage," Beel said in a quiet voice, a little knowing smile on his face.

Out of the automobile, the man—Beel—looked more commanding to Zeke than how he'd remembered him when looking down into the driver's seat of the convertible. He was tall and barrel-chested. Looked like he worked out still, even at his age—which also didn't look as old as before when the gray streaks in his hair and goatee were more prominent. He was wearing an expensive-looking gray tweed Western-cut jacket, matching well-pressed trousers, and finely tooled leather cowboy boots—which gave him the look of a wealthy Texas oilman or cattle rancher. As far as Zeke could tell, that was probably what he was.

For his part, Zeke cleaned up real good too—after he'd showered off the dust of the road construction out on route 50 and shampooed his hair, which now showed its golden highlights. He was wearing faded, but clean, tight blue jeans and a tight red T-shirt, exhibiting bulging thighs and a chest tapering down to a flat belly and small waist. All together the package showed that working road construction earned muscles honestly.

"You play poker or pool?" Zeke asked after he accepted the beer.

"You could say that—both. You think you could get me into a poker game with your construction buddies?"

Zeke could, but he began to regret doing so more and more as the evening wore on. His buddies were losing badly. He was losing too—but then managed to recoup most of what he was losing. So, unlike his increasingly glowering buddies who watched their week's pay slide across the table to sit in front of the quiet, smiling, dark stranger with the strange name, Zeke almost didn't notice that his pile was beginning to diminish too.

"You play pool?" Beel asked Zeke, as the poker players began drifting away, unhappy and pockets nearly empty.

"Yeah. I'm said to be pretty good at it," Zeke answered, eyeing Beel's newly won stack of bills. Zeke, in fact, knew he was better than "pretty good" at it, and he figured on getting what he'd lost and some of what his construction friends had donated as well.

He wasn't as good as Beel was, and it soon became apparent that Beel could show him a thing or two about holding the stick and picking his shots. As Zeke's weekly pay slowly moved from his pocket to Beel's, Beel started showing signs of taking pity on him. From time to time he'd stop Zeke as he was ready to make a shot and stand close behind him, showing him how to hold the cue and line up shots. When he did this, Zeke felt an electric current flow through him, but he was concentrating more on his depleting funds and, after the first demonstration, he could see that what Beel was showing him was helpful and was stemming his loses—sort of.

But there came a time when Zeke had lost far more than he could afford to do. He begged off another break of the balls and moved toward the table where the poker players who had been fleeced were drowning their sorrows in beer and commiserating over their loses, but the glares they all gave him showed that it would be at least a couple of hours before they would forgive him for bringing that card shark into their midst.

He veered off and collapsed into a chair at another table. He didn't see Beel sit down beside him, but he felt that electric current course through his body when Beel put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

Beel leaned into him and said. "I bet taking a ride in my Vette will help you feel a little bit better. And maybe there's something I can help you with in getting some of your money back."

"A ride in your Corvette?" Zeke asked through a snuffle. He'd wanted to cry, but there was no way that he was going to let any of the construction workers—or Beel—see him do that. "Shit man, I've never ridden in a Vette."

"Now's your chance. It needs letting the lead out of its engine. With all that construction on 50, it was stop and go all afternoon. You can maybe show me where there's some straightaway at night where I can let it blow its engine clean and we'll have a ball."

They sped out on a dirt road north from Cimarron into desolate ranch land, eventually running out of road at the entrance of a homestead marked by log poles with a log cross bar making an arch over the road into a square bordered by a small group of deteriorating buildings with no lights showing.

"What's in there?" Beel asked.

"It's the old Anderson place. They're all dead and gone now, and no one's been able to track down any heirs yet—not that there's anything in there worth handing over."

Beel turned the Vette and drove in under the crossbar and into the courtyard all of the buildings faced. Then he turned off the motor and turned to Zeke. "I told you that maybe there was a way you could get some of that money back."

"Yeah, how's that?" Zeke asked. "I'm not offing your wife or anything." He laughed nervously.

"I don't have a wife, Zeke. I like men."

That took a moment to sink in, but then Zeke shrank as close to the passenger door of the tight-fitting Corvette as he could. "Hey, man. I'm not into any of that shit."

"Then you don't know what you're missing, do you?" Beel asked. "It's not a hard way to earn cash. Certainly not as hard as standing out on a dusty road turning a sign around every half hour."

"I ain't done nothin' like that, man. There's some things money don't buy."

"Oh, well, I guess we'll go back to town then," Beel said, as he turned the ignition key and the Corvette revved up in a rumble. "I've got a roof over my head tonight. How much longer can you cover that department?"

"Wait, man, let me think," Zeke said, the panic in his voice palpable.

"Sure, you think about it," Beel said, as he switched the engine off. His hand moved from the key to Zeke's thigh, and Zeke groaned at the electric touch of him, feeling himself harden up at the mere thought of what was being proposed—and the touch of Beel's long, electric fingers on his thigh. It wasn't as if Zeke hadn't thought about doing it before.

"What sort of money are we talking about?"

"I jack you off and you get fifty back. Seventy-five if you blow me. Two hundred back for each fuck."

"Each? Oh, shit, man." There was a moment of silence then, as Zeke fought off hyperventilation—and watched in horror and fascination as Beel moved his hand to Zeke's basket. Zeke knew Beel could feel him hard—and he knew that weakened any denial or negotiating position he had. He needed some of that money back. He also was aroused; he couldn't kid himself about that. He certainly understood that Beel's hand on his cock understood he was aroused. "I'd fuck you?"

"No, that's not the way it would work, Zeke. I'd fuck you."

"Oh, man. I . . . don't know."

"I like you. I want you, Zeke. So, I'll tell you what. I'll double the offer." Beel was speaking with confidence, and this was being driven home, because he already was pulling Zeke's zipper down. And Zeke wasn't stopping him.

All Zeke could manage was a weak-voiced whimper, "I won't do any blowjob."

"We'll manage," Beel said. And then he laughed, a deep-throated laugh, as he pulled Zeke's nearly hard cock out of his opened fly. He didn't take it in hand right away. He stopped long enough to pull Zeke's T-shirt over his head. Then he turned toward the young blond in the seat and, with one hand, grabbed Zeke's pony tail at the base and pulled his head back tight with the headrest, while his other hand took Zeke's cock and began to stroke.

Zeke groaned at the electric touch of Beel's hand on his cock. He gave a little yip when Beel leaned over and took a nipple in his teeth. He moaned as Beel's mouth moved up to the hollow of his neck and sucked him hard there. All of the time, the motion on Zeke's cock was progressively becoming more rapid. Zeke turned his face toward Beel's and opened his mouth to him as Beel moved his lips up Zeke's cheek.

Then Zeke was gasping and writhing and bouncing his hips off the bucket seat of the Corvette and his cock was being pumped with inhuman strength and pistoning motion.

Beel's tongue and lips freed Zeke's mouth and almost immediately the young man was crying out in surprise and ecstasy, as Beel's mouth sheathed his cock and a hand moved to Zeke's balls, squeezing and rolling them hard and pulling them away from his body. The vibration and suction of Beel's mouth was driving Zeke crazy—but only for seconds.

It was all over in a few brief moments, leaving Zeke exhausted and slack jawed.

"I have you now," Beel muttered, with a half laugh. "Step out of the car, Zeke."

"I . . . I don't think I can."

"Now, Zeke. It's time to earn back big money."

Zeke had never imagined it could be like this. The initial invasion of his virgin ass was a few seconds of excruciating pain, but after that no sensation of pain could have made Zeke forego the experience of Beel's cock working inside him.

Zeke was bent over the hood of the Corvette, his cheek to the warm metal, and Beel was palming his belly, pulling Zeke's midsection off the car surface and into Beel's pelvis with one hand and arching his back with a fist at the root of his pony tail, as Beel's cock filled and drilled him, sending flashes of electricity through Zeke's body. Beel's cock was vibrating and pulsing and forcing itself deep, deep inside Zeke's channel, stretching him, sending the mind-blowing pleasure of it through his body. Zeke's legs were jelly, but Beel was holding him up and pulling him higher, onto his toes and then letting him down on his heels with the strength of his buried and pumping cock.

It went on for more than an hour, and Zeke came twice more, before Beel gave a deep-throated, lusty laugh and flooded Zeke's insides with four strong, separate spoutings of ejaculate, which gave Zeke hot flashes that raced out to the ends of his extremities.

When Beel pulled out of him and released his belly and pony tail, Zeke slid to the earth beside the wheel of the Corvette.

Beel sat on the hood of the Corvette and looked down at Zeke. Zeke looked up at him and saw that Beel was still in monstrous erection.

"Again," Zeke murmured. It came out as a prayerful request.

"I think not," Beel answered. "It was nice, but I'm not sure it was worth $400."

"No, no. Again, please. I never knew . . . again, please. Not for money."

Beel laughed and stood down from the Corvette hood where he'd been perched. He leaned down and pulled Zeke up and lowered the young blond's back on the Corvette hood, spread his legs with fists encasing ankles, and thrust inside him strongly. Zeke cried out in surprise and shock and his eyes rolled up in his head, but he immediately started moaning and panting and working his hips in the ever-faster rhythm of the fuck that Beel was establishing and extending for endless time.

"I don't want to sleep alone," Beel said as they were cruising back into Cimarron. "I presume that even in a town this size you know of some presentable young man who will keep me warm tonight for a hundred bucks."

"I'll do it," Zeke shot back without hesitation. "Please."

Beel laughed. "I've had you already. I want variety."

"For free. I'll do it for free," Zeke whined.

But Beel ignored that and continued speaking. "An Hispanic maybe. Small and not too stale. But willing. You get me one and I'll sweeten your take by $200.

His name was Manuel. Barely legal, and just starting doing it for money. He was small boned, and a bit delicate—and maybe just a little more swishy than Beel would have liked if he'd had a lineup to pick from. And when he saw Beel's cock, he cried out and headed for the door in the Blue Jay Inn motel. But Beel was too fast for him, and covered his mouth with one hand as he pulled the frightened Hispanic down into his lap and proved that the Hispanic could—with considerable effort and grunting—take all of him, although it was seemingly magic that was required to get all of Beel inside him and the small Hispanic was gasping and working his mouth in a wide-gaped yawn as if he expected the head of the cock to appear on top of his tongue.

As Manuel felt the searching vibration and pulsing and electric current over his channel walls, he began to moan and melt into the lap fuck. Somehow Beel maneuvered his torso around so that his mouth sheathed Manuel's own cock, and they were working in consort as one pleasure-producing machine, as, like with Zeke, Manuel blew and rebuilt and blew again before Beel bathed his insides with his own ejaculate.

After that Manuel couldn't get enough of Beel throughout the night—and Beel demonstrated that there was no limit to what he had to give.

It was nearly dawn before they both slept. And it wasn't more than an hour later before the telephone in the room rang—on the side of the bed Manuel was facing, on his side, Beel's still-half-hard cock deep inside his channel.

Manuel picked up the receiver.

"It's Zeke Candrell," Manuel said sleepily. Then he went back to the telephone and what Zeke had to tell him put him on immediate alert. "He says the construction workers you took all of the money from last night are on their way here. They beat out of Zeke where you were. They've decided you cheated them, and they want their money back."

"Time to move on, then," Beel said in an almost jovial tone as he pulled out of the Hispanic youth and sat on the side of the bed and reached for his elegantly stenciled boots.

"Zeke says he'll meet you out at the edge of town. He wants to go with you."

"Tell him that's impossible. I ride alone—and I have his soul now, what further need do I have of his body."

Manuel disappeared as Beel was finishing dressing—but he reappeared in the passenger seat of the Corvette the older man had parked around on the side of the motel, shielded from view from the street, when Beel came out of the motel room.

Beel laughed and picked him up and carried him back into the motel room. He threw him in the motel room's closet and pulled the bed in front of the door—which is where the construction workers found Manuel five minutes later when they arrived at the motel room, its door gaping open.

Three hours later, west of Dodge City, on route 50, young, golden-blond, honestly muscled Jim Steele was standing at his family's mail box at the end of a long dusty dirt road back to the house and outbuildings of their cattle spread. He was on edge and a little piqued because he'd walked all this way down from the barn, where, stripped down to his jeans, he'd been putting the feed out for the horses, only to find there was no mail in the box.

The previous night hadn't been good for him. His steady, Gail, had let him feel her up, but she'd stopped his hand as his trembling finger was about to enter the wet darkness of her. He'd been keyed up and ready to blow ever since. He was feeling sorry for himself and wondering if he'd get anything before he turned old and gray.

He looked north, east, and west, away from the farm, at the slightly rolling, wholly monotonous countryside, wishing he was anywhere but here.

He heard the car approach just as he was walking back to the farm and then turned and looked back at the road when it didn't pass. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and walked closer. What was a gorgeous new metallic-blue top-down Corvette convertible doing out here on route 50 between nowhere and nowhere else at 7:00 AM in the morning?

The driver, the lone passenger in the car, a dusky-complexioned man with an interesting, almost Asian face and black, gray-streaked hair and an unusual goatee smiled at him. Jim smiled back, hospitality being a hallmark of good, honest rancher farmers in the Kansas badlands.

"Hey, you sure look like you're in the need of a cooling drink," the stranger said. "Can I offer you a cold beer? Got them back here just in the cooler?"




Shark



I was at the beach and for some reason I was in a foul mood. Don't ask me why. I just was. I was strolling along the water's edge, kicking at the sand and daring the seagulls to crap on me. 

Now up ahead of me there's some excitement going on and people are piling out of the water and pointing and yelling. I finally spot what they're all pointing at. There's this whacking great fin sticking out of the water, following the shore line.

As soon as I saw the fin I was like everyone else; shark! A closer look tended to say that it was rather a ratty looking fin. And the fin was cruising only a few feet from the water's edge. I mean, the water would only be a few feet deep there, not deep enough for a large shark.

Putting two and two together, it dawned on me that it was some ratty kid with a fake fin swimming along, probably using a snorkel to breath. He was having a whale of a time scaring everyone. 

What can't people have fun without trying to scare other people? That sort of thing really gives me the irrits at times, and in my current mood, this was one of those times. I resolved to teach the idiot a lesson.

Now I'm a big chap, and strong with it. I moved into the water, close to where the idiot would pass. Just as the fin was drawing level I stepped forward and trod down hard just in front of the fin, where I figured his shoulders would be. This should have sent him ploughing into the bottom as well as flooding his snorkel.

Instead I got knocked flat on my arse as a fucking monster exploded up out of the water. It just seemed to erupt in a huge spray, water splashing everywhere and in the middle of it this enormous shark was bucking and twisting. The shark took off for deep water at a great rate of knots. The speed he was going, he was going to be across the bay and hitchhiking his way inland in nothing flat.

He was slow compared to the way I left the water. I just levitated out and landed on the shore. People were laughing and yelling and congratulating me on chasing the shark off. I just waved off their comments and got out of there. I didn't need the cheers. I needed a quiet place where I could go and throw up. Quite frankly, I was surprised I hadn't crapped myself. It all happened too fast, I guess.

After I shook of my well-wishers and the fewer, but wiser, people who thought I was an idiot, I faded into the dunes and scrub between the main beach and the road. I found myself a nice little spot and just collapsed on the sand, feeling like shit. A touch of shock I suppose. Well done me, jumping up and down on a great white. Tomorrow I'd wrestle some tigers.

I tilted my hat over my face and just relaxed, letting all the tensions slowly drain away. I even slept for a short while. When I woke up the first thing I did was laugh at myself. What a colossal idiot I'd been. At least, my foul mood had gone. I was just happy to be breathing.

Not having anything better to do I relaxed in the sun, just letting the whole world get along without me for a while. I figured it would survive and still be there when I felt like facing it again.

As per normal with the world, it didn't wait for me to be ready to face it. It came intruding upon me. I heard the swish of feet scuffling through sand and then this pretty young thing came around one of the dunes and spotted me. 

She looked quite put out for a moment. I suspect because the little area I had settled on had a nice grassy covering, ideal for a young lady who might want to do a little bit of discreet sunbathing. However, I was there first and she'd have to look elsewhere for her privacy.

While she was giving me an irritated look, I was giving her the once over. Late teens or early twenties, I thought, with my money being on the early twenties. Dark haired with brown eyes and an olive complexion. The sort of figure the designers had in mind when they design bikinis and hers fitted beautifully.

Then she recognised me.

"Oh, you're the guy that chased away the shark. That was such a heroic thing to do. I've never known someone so brave."

She was practically gushing in her earnestness. Hero worship strikes again. I was amused, but didn't really want to listen to her carrying on, so decided to give her an excuse to leave.

"That wasn't really brave," I said in an offhand manner. "It's just a case of knowing how animals react to a fright. Brave is when you take a chance, not knowing what will happen. Like a man meeting a pretty young lady such as yourself and doing this."

She was standing within easy reach and I just reached over and tugged her bikini bottom down, letting them go once they'd cleared her hips, hoping that gravity would finish the job. It turned out that gravity was feeling lazy and her bikini bottom just settled around her knees.

"You can't do that," she squeaked, sounding scandalised rather than upset.

She grabbed for her bikini bottom and pulled them back up, but it seemed to me that she took her time doing so. And she didn't turn away while she did so, and I had a clear view of her goodies, noting the fact that she shaved.

"That was embarrassing," she protested. "We've only just met. How could you possibly do something like that?"

"It was easy. Like you said, I'm incredibly brave, and I like a challenge. I'll show you."

This time I pulled her bikini down more slowly, continuing until they were around her ankles.

She just made feeble protesting noises as I lowered them and didn't even start to try to recover them until I'd released them. I was surprised that she hadn't held onto them and bolted after the first time. But she hadn't, so I pushed a little harder.

"Don't pull them back up," I told her. "I like looking at you. Do me a favour and take off your top as well."

She was actually silly enough to leave them down, just covering herself with her clasped hands.

"But, I can't leave them down," she protested. "What if someone should come? And I can't take my top off. I mean, how would it look? I'd be naked."

I rose to my feet. I must have been at least twice her size. I just grinned at her comment.

"Sounds good to me," I said and pulled at the tie at the back of her neck. It came loose and the front of her bra fell away, showing a pair of lovely breasts.

She was blushing, one hand trying to cover a pair of lush breasts, but she help her fingers spread wide and her nipples were on display.

"You shouldn't have done that," she said. "Really you shouldn't. What would people think if they knew?"

"They'd probably think that I want to make love to you," I said casually, "and they'd be right. Has it ever occurred to you that after the hero saves the princess he always gets to sleep with her? They don't go hunting down those dragons for fun. They're horny.

Chasing sharks away had got me all aroused, and you're the only princess here. It's practically your duty to yield to me."

"You're kidding. You expect me to have sex with you just because you chased a shark away?"

"Not really," I said. "More because I'm feeling incredibly horny, you're very attractive and you've already taken of your bikini. It just seems inevitable to me."

I rose onto my knees and pushed my shorts down, demonstrating just how horny I was. Her eyes went wide and she looked away.

"No, really, you can't expect me to have sex with you. I don't even know you. And we're in public."

"Excellent reasons for not doing it, I'll admit," I confessed, "but I don't really care. Lie down here."

I patted the grass next to me. She just looked at me, a slightly stunned expression on her face. Minutes after meeting me and she was effectively naked and being told to lie down so I could fuck her. I suppose she had a right to feel stunned. 

I'll tell you this. I couldn't believe it when she settled onto the grass next to me. She moved her hands away from her body, leaving herself fully exposed, and she was casting me these nervous little looks. It seemed to me that I didn't have much choice. She was expecting me to fuck her and it would have been a shame to let her down. Duty is a hard master.

She gasped when I cupped her breasts and started stoking them, but then relaxed and just watched as I teased them. It seemed to me that if she was going to panic and think better of what she was going to do it would be when I touched her pussy.

Decisions, decisions. Build up her excitement at breast level or go for broke? Perhaps a bit of both.

One hand playing with her breasts, I sent the other tracing down her body. The nearer I got to her vulva the more tense she became and I could almost feel her irritation when my hand bypassed her mound to stroke her inner thigh. I rubbed her there lightly, just an inch or two lower than she had feared and wanted. Now the fear was draining away, being replaced by wanting. She expected to be touched intimately. I wasn't being fair.

"Touch me," she demanded.

"I am touching you," I said softly.

"Touch me here," she wailed, and dragged my hand up to where she wanted it.

She groaned as my hand cupped her mound, satisfied that yes, I was going to take her.

I turned slightly so she could feel my erection pressing against her side. She didn't hesitate, accepting the hint for what it was and her hand closed over me. For a while we lay there, hands exploring each other's bodies. For all that, I could still feel the nervous tension in her. A stranger was touching her and she was feeling a little confused. Why was she letting me do this, she was wondering?

I dragged my hands away from her.

"Sit up for a moment."

She did. I could see that she was both aroused and nervous. 

"Before I actually take you, you might like to make sure my cock is nice and damp," I told her. 

She quite eagerly bent down to take me in her mouth. It was putting off the final decision a bit longer. I still had no idea if she'd actually let me fuck her or if she'd chicken out. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock, warm and wet. She was very attentive and it was plain she'd done this sort of thing before. Not wanting to blow my load in her mouth I managed to withdraw.

Now she was really nervous. Crunch time was approaching.

"If you're scared, you might like to just let it go," I said. "I'll survive and I wouldn't want to make you do something you don't want to."

She promptly got upset.

"Don't you want to take me," she demanded.

I just laughed and indicated my erection, standing tall and twitching slightly. 

"Just look at it," I said. "It knows you're here and it's seeking you. I'll tell you what. Instead of my laying you back and ravishing you, why don't you lay me back and ravish me."

The thought of having some control plainly appealed to her. She straddled me across my thighs, looking at my erection stretched out, hovering over my stomach. She lay forward, my erection pressed between us, then eased her way higher up my body, feeling my erection dragging against her as she moved.

She was breathing hard when she'd finally moved high enough to let my cock slip up between her legs, the tip of it flirting with her pussy. She eased a hand between her legs to help position me and then started easing back down my body, accepting me into her. I lay quiet, letting her do as she wanted.

Finally she had me exactly where I wanted her. My cock was deep in her and we were ready to ride. She was looking pleased and proud. She was taking me, not surrendering to some stranger. She pushed upright until she was sitting there, me in her.

"Now you can bounce," I suggested, and she tried it out.

She balanced herself by pressing her hands against my shoulders, then lifted her bottom up, sliding up my pole and down again. She gave a giggle and did it again, excitement shining in her eyes. I wondered if she'd ever been in the dominant position before, with the man letting her do all the work. I was quite prepared to just lie back and be ravished.

She did a good job of it, too. She slid up and down my shaft, a most accomplished pole dancer. She bounced and she swayed, every little movement contributing. I'd reached for and found her breasts and was playing with them, but where my cock was concerned, that was still her domain.

She managed to prolong things for quite a while, giving me a thorough going over. Her pussy dominated my cock, squeezing and massaging it, using it to slowly drive me wild.

It couldn't last, of course. Nothing that good could. I finally groaned, took hold of her hips and just drove violently up into her. I'd mistimed it slightly. She was a lot closer to a climax than I'd figured. That first hard thrust and she lost it, leaving me to play catch up, which didn't take long, I'll admit.

I wound up collapsed on the grass with her lying on top of me. I was drained and she was replete. Oddly enough I was still erect when she finally got herself together. She disengaged and sat on the grass looking stunned again.

"Oh my god," she gasped. "I can't believe I did that. Um, listen, I have to be going."

She dragged on her bikini and snatched up this little bag she'd been carrying. She was about to bolt when she looked down at where my erection was still waving at the sky. (It was only for show at this stage. I don't think it would perform again for a while.) Would you believe it? She giggled, whipped her phone out of her bag, and snapped a shot of my erection. 

"Something to remember," she said and bolted, leaving me to enjoy my peace and quiet.



Shark and Minnows



This is a story submitted for the Summer Lovin Story Contest so please vote if you like it. It shares a story of friends who's playful flirting turns into a new experience for one couple. Hope you enjoy. 

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It was one of the hottest summers on record and for the small town in central Illinois, that meant July temperatures in the mid to upper nineties was the norm. There were only two escapes from the heat; the air conditioned indoors or a pool and cool drinks. One evening, after a local band had provided some musical entertainment in the parking lot of a local bar and hotel, a group of friends were discussing what to do next. None of them at 10:30, was ready to call it a night. 

After several suggestions, none of which provided any relief from the oppressive heat, Kendra suggested that they move the party poolside. Her husband Landon had recently completed a privacy fence surrounding their new pool and patio area. In addition to cooling waters they also had a freshly stocked fridge full of ice cold beer. The rest of the group unanimously agreed and 10 minutes later the three cars carrying the friends were turning into the quiet and secluded neighborhood. 

Natalie and her husband Cade were the first to enter the patio area. Landon and Kendra had parked in the drive while they had driven directly around the back of the house near the patio entrance. The final friend, Jessica, followed shortly thereafter. By the time Landon and Kendra emerged from the house with a cooler of beverages, their three guests were undressing, anxious for the refreshing waters with the nights earlier drinking and darkness removing some of their fear of exposure. 

In this situation, darkness was relative. The moon was nearly full and even from across the patio, Landon could see the dark circles and stiffened nipples tipping Natalie's pert breasts when she removed her bra. Even her dark thin landing strip was visible leading down between her thighs. Natalie made some efforts to conceal her private parts while undressing, but Jessica made no such attempt. She turned toward Landon when he came out of the house, now wearing only panties. The moonlight provided a great view of her near nakedness and Landon had no trouble identifying her "B" breasts with small pink areolas and erect eraser sized nipples which, in their excited state, suggested much colder temperatures. Jessica gave Landon an intense, suggestive stare as she slowly peeled down her panties revealing the complete absence of any pubic hair that would obscure her womanhood. 

Landon and Kendra undressed as Jessica slipped into the waters with Natalie and Cade. Cades interest in Kendra undressing was obvious. She didn't need to see his stare because she could feel it penetrating her desires coaxing her to undress slowly with deliberate, teasing movements. Cade studied Kendra's body. She had the largest breasts in the group tipped with large pink areolas and nearly a full inch of erect nipple, yet maintained a petite figure. Feigning modesty she quartered away from Cade and bent over removing her skirt and panties. Rather than securing modesty, this position actually offered Cade an unobstructed view of her full perfect ass, a great side shot of her free hanging tits and even a glimpse of her most intimate feature. As she climbed into the pool Cade thought he could see a glimmer of wet excitement between her legs, and he was right. 

The stares from the guys were obvious, but each of the women had also made secret efforts to view the guy's equipment, and since the guys made no efforts to conceal themselves, they saw every thickening inch. 

In the pool drinking continued and the conversation became more intense and erotic. The groups conversation had often turned sexual, but now it was more exciting since they were all completely nude. The pool was 12x24 and 4 foot deep providing comfortable space but also the opportunity to get a little closer. 

Considerate of Jessica's recent change in marital status the group decided to break up the couples and play a game of shark and minnows. Nude night sharks and minnows has some specialized rules designed to facilitate playful touching. All the players must keep their eyes shut while the shark blindly searches for the minnows. If the shark finds a minnow, they must correctly identify who they've captured just by touch. Minnows try to avoid being touched, again without peeking. 

A game of rock, paper scissors determined Natalie would be the first shark. Everyone closed their eyes and scattered in different directions while Nat spun five times. 

Kendra's hand found the side of the pool and she began to move quietly along the edge using her other hand to feel in front of her. It wasn't long before she bumped into another player. It was obviously one of the guys, but she wasn't sure who since both had similar builds. As she moved past him she allowed her hand to slide down the mystery man and playfully graze the member between his legs. 

Cade, curious which woman had reached between his legs, reached out to find a large exposed breast. With a gentle squeeze slipping into playful nipple pinch, he gained the only clue he needed to identify its owner. 

On the other end of the pool Jessica had cornered Landon and teasingly massaged his cock bringing it to life before Natalie found and correctly identified him. Landon spun 5 times and then laid in wait, acting as if he were a minnow. Finally a minnow grazed him, the feel of her skin identified her as a woman. Reaching out he brought her closer, letting his hands wander across her petite body. Much to Jessica's disappointment, Landon was able to identify her correctly without touching any of her parts that were tingling with anticipation. 

The touches grew more intimate during the game. The women's grazing touches lingered longer and became slow sensuous strokes, keeping both guys fully aroused. The guys exploited every opportunity as shark or minnow to caress breasts and lightly roll excited nipples between their fingers. Bodies brushed against one another, sliding intimate parts ever nearer. The game was only loosely being played, but everyone kept their eyes closed. 

The alcohol continued to flow and boundaries faded. Kendra felt a cock brush up against the back of her leg and two hands reach around to cup her breasts. With her right hand she guided the unknown mans hand down between her opening legs. She held his hand on the heat between her legs, wanting more. Uncontrollably she slowly coaxed his finger inside her aching pussy and reacted to his touch with a soft, deep erotic moan. His finger slid slowly in and out and she rocked to meet each sensuous thrust. Kendra backed toward him and finally felt his stiffness rest on her ass. She knew this wasn't her husband's touch, but convinced herself it could be, knowing the truth actually excited her. 

While Cades finger was deep inside Kendra, Landon's mouth was busy engulfing one of Jessica's nipples. Natalie had taken a position behind Landon, her stiff nipples pressed against his back and her hands stroking his painfully swollen cock. Natalie knew another woman was directly in front of Landon and used her hands to guide his fullness toward the other woman. She ran the tip of his swollen cock up and down the opening to Jessica's begging pussy. With each pass she opened more until it engulfed the head of his cock into her warmth.

Recently divorced, it had been many months since Jessica's womanly needs had been satisfied by anything other than her own hand. But, Landon feared the game was getting out of control and announced a bathroom break which shorted the sexual tension in the pool. Cade and Natalie decided it was time to call it a night and headed for home. As the three remaining were drying off, Jessica admitted that she was too drunk to drive and asked if she could spend the night. They all agreed it was a good idea and walked into the house still unclothed. 

Landon went to the bedroom and waited for Kendra to return from helping Jessica get settled into the guest bedroom. He waited longer than he thought necessary before going to investigate the delay.

Quietly he approached the guest room which was open, lit only by the moonlight shining through the window. Peering inside he saw the two women kissing, with the tender passion only two women could share. Unnoticed he continued to watch as their hands gently explored each other's bodies, patiently caressing their entirety, not rushing, slowly building the courage to touch each other as lovers.

Jessica was the first to first gently massage and then slip her finger into the other woman. As she did, their kiss broke and they looked knowingly in each other's eyes. Kendra met her gaze with a satisfying moan and kissed her neck and down her breast before taking the fullness of Jessica's excited nipple into her mouth. 

Kendra had often fantasized about, but had never been with another woman. Her tongue toyed with the stiff nipple and almost instinctively she penetrated Jessica's wetness with her finger. Both women were moaning and their bodies were writhing in pleasure. Landon wanted to join but could not bring himself to interrupt this erotic fantasy unfolding before his eyes. He watched them remove moist fingers and reposition themselves, scissoring their legs so that their hot wet pussies rested on one another. 

Slowly they moved their hips, rubbing pussy against pussy. The gentle grinding was intermixed with tender kisses and stiffened nipples rolled between strange fingers. Landon recognized the excitement building in the women and watched in awe as each leaned back and increased the intensity of their erotic grind. Their excited moans, coupled with heavy breathing and wet sounds as the lips of their wet pussies bucked against one another continued until both Kendra and Jessica climaxed simultaneously, waves of shudders sweeping over their bodies until they collapsed in each other's arms.

Landon retreated to his bedroom and laid down, replaying each of the nights events in his mind when he saw Kendra come into the room her still naked body glowing in the moon light. Without a word she approached him and lowered her dripping pussy onto his shaft. Very slowly she slid his cock inside her, deeper with each stroke. He could tell she was a bit tighter after her orgasm with Jessica, but her wetness still accepted him without much resistance. The vision of his wife fucking Jessica flooded his memory and he exploded inside her quickly. 

Kendra slid off Landon's cock, but as he tried to sit up she pushed him down. That's when he noticed that Jessica had been standing in the doorway and now was approaching him. She placed her head between his legs and slowly took his waning cock into her mouth. She cleaned his cock with expert attention and it soon the swelling between his legs returned. When he was fully erect Jessica's attentions turned to Landon's wife. Kendra leaned back on the bed and opened her legs as Jessica began to place small kisses up the inside of her thighs before gently penetrating the warmth wetness of her pussy. Kendra met Landon's eyes as he watched Jessica suck his cum from the depth of his wife. He saw the lust, pleasure, desire and permission in her eyes. Cautiously Landon approached Jessica from behind.

Jessica was soaking wet and Landon traced the opening to her pussy with the tip of his cock. Inch by inch he slid inside her warmth, tight both from a recent orgasm and from the months of inactivity. Gently, in and out he slid, reaching deeper with each stroke, accompanied by Jessica's soft moans until he plunged his last length inside her releasing a loud whimper of pleasure. As he slowly fucked Jessica, he saw the pleasure building in his wife as she ran her hands through Jessica's auburn hair. Jessica tenderly kissed, licked, sucked and nibbled Kendra's craving pussy between each of her own satisfying moans. 

Erotic sounds filled the room from both women. Jessica had moved one hand up to play with Kendra's full breasts whose nipples, in their excited state straining for attention and reached between her own legs with her free hand to rub her clit as Landon's cock moved inside her.

Kendra erupted into another orgasm, pulling Jessica's face deeper into her wetness her body shaking in ecstacy. Jessica gently kissed Kendra's pussy as her orgasm subsided then braced herself against the bed.

Landon grabbed Jessica's hips and began to increase his the depth and intensity of his thrusts. Kendra sat up and kissed her husband as he plowed is cock ever deeper into her friend, whos moans were turning to screams of pleasure. Jessica arched her back and impaled her pussy against each blow and every inch of the swollen cock until she convulsed in her own shuddering climax. Kissing his wife while her friend's pussy spasmed around his throbbing member sent Landon into orgasm; sputtering bursts of hot cum inside this strange pussy. 

Satisfied the three collapsed onto the bed, Landon's cock still inside Jessica's quivering pussy. In their exhaustion, they slowly faded into a dark, drunken erotic dream...



Shark Week



Somewhere, off the coast of South Africa, a privately chartered vessel cut through the ocean. It had taken them months of work, trying to cut through the bureaucratic red tape in order to get their permits, but the crew had persevered. Finally, after all of their hard work, they would be able to dive into the waters of the South Atlantic and (hopefully) document the never-before-seen mating rituals of great white sharks.

"So," said Dr. Jeremy Williams, ichthyologist and head of the current expedition, asked the captain, "Are you certain that this was the spot where you had seen the sharks congregating?"

"Absolutely," the captain said, "I've been at sea my whole life, and seen things that even a man of science like you wouldn't believe."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," the professor responded, "I've learned to be very open minded. There is more out there in the ocean than mankind could ever hope to fully document. You know, we still know very little about sharks even today."

"Maybe that's because they don't want you to know," the captain replied, laughing just a little.

"Could be," Dr. Williams chuckled, "You never know..."

Eventually, small ship reached it location, stopping at the seemingly random coordinates that the captain had marked. He dropped anchor and swore that this was the site where had seen the great whites congregating en masse around this same time last year. Dr. Williams had suggested that it might have been a feeding frenzy of some type, but the captain had brushed it off. There seemed to be nothing in the water to draw them in; perhaps it truly was part of the great white's mating ritual. Either way, Dr. Williams intended to find out.

Going up on the deck, he looked around and tried to take in his bearings. Nothing but open ocean stretched out as far as the eye could see in either direction. They were quite literally in the middle of nowhere. The sun had just peaked over the horizon and was beginning its descent, so they didn't have a lot of time to work with before nightfall. Still, Dr. Williams at least hoped that he could make a cursory dive and check it out. It never hurt to look.

Dr. Williams told the captain that he was going to take a dive for about an hour or so, just to see what was down there. He then quickly slipped out of his khakis and into a wetsuit. He'd done this so many times before that it was almost natural. He unloaded his equipment, checked the oxygen supply in his tank, and then satisfied that he was good to go, he suited up. Once he was complete, he turned around to the captain, gave him the thumbs up, and then jumped overboard into the warm waters of the southern Atlantic.

There was a loud slapping noise as he hit the water, followed by a splash, and then an all too eerie silence. It didn't matter how many times he did dives. The underwater world always seemed so surreal and hauntingly beautiful.

Unfortunately, there was also relatively low visibility, as precious little sunlight penetrates into the depths after a certain point. As far around as he could see, there was nothing but a seemingly infinite stretch of blue-green waves, broken only by the occasional silvery glitter spark of a passing fish darting by out of the corner of his eyes. Unfazed by this, Dr. Williams continued to swim, exploring the vast empty spaces of the open ocean and hoping that he would find something of interest down here in the depths.

He knew that he had to be careful, not only because of the possibility of sharks, but also because of the chance he could move too far from his boat and become lost or disoriented. Dr. Williams was far less concerned with the possibility of shark attacks. He was absolutely fascinated by sharks, in fact, he loved them. That was his whole reason for becoming a marine biologist, after all. In fact, Dr. Williams was even one of the rare few scientists who would do free dives amongst wild sharks without the precaution of a shark cage. He quickly found that he could collect better footage of them that way, and it was what had attracted the TV shows to him in the first place. If only he could collect footage of great white mating rituals... he would become one of the most famous scientists of the 21st century!

Dr. Williams cautiously explored the depths, searching for anything that could tell him about this stretch of the ocean. Being so vast, some parts of the open ocean are nearly devoid of large species altogether. One could swim for hours without seeing anything much larger than a minnow. Dr. Williams, however, held out hope that he would run into something larger... a sea turtle, tuna or just about anything. Anything that would potentially be prey items for larger pelagic shark species...

Checking his oxygen supply, Dr. Williams saw that he still had plenty of time. He glanced back over towards the surface, making certain that the boat was still above him, and then proceeded to dive even deeper into the murky depths of the sea. He slowly descended, hoping that perhaps there would be something more interesting there. Being miles away from shore, the bottom had dropped off considerably. Instead, there was simply more open ocean beneath him. It stretched out for as far as the eye could see.

However, that's when Dr. Williams caught a tantalizing sight just out of the corner of his eyes. Movement! And something fairly large too! Perhaps it was even a shark, though it seemed to be moving surprisingly fast. Dr. Williams was excited by this possibility anyway, and began to swim in the direction of whatever sea creature he had just seen.

Unfortunately, by the time that Dr. Williams managed to swim over towards it general direction, whatever it was had vanished. He turned around, straining his eyes to peer through the murk, but nothing. Almost completely motionless, he waited, until finally he saw it once again dart from the corner of his eyes. So he wasn't imagining this! Dr. Williams turned back around and swam towards the creature, hoping just a little that perhaps his movements would grab its attention.

They did...

The creature, whatever it was, made a sharp turn and then darted over him. It was going too fast to follow. Dr. Williams really didn't want to give up, but he didn't have much of a choice either. This creature was just too damned fast for him, and it didn't want to be near him. Just as he was about to give up hope, he turned around, and was face to face with the creature. Only it wasn't quite what he was expecting... He almost jumped at the sight of it, in fact.

Swimming around the water beside him was a mermaid! An honest to God, real live fucking MERMAID! Or at least, that was the only reference point that he had for the creature. However, she wasn't quite like the traditional depictions of mermaids either. From the waist up, she was an absolutely beautiful if somewhat pale-skinned woman, with dark eyes, flowing black hair, pouting lips and (interestingly enough) very large breasts. The only real trace of anything odd about this woman were the gill-like slits along her neck. But below the waist, well that was a different story, for from her hips down she had the body and tail of a shark!

'Unbelievable,' Dr. Williams thought to himself, 'I've discovered a mermaid -- a fucking MERMAID -- and not only that, but it also looks like she's an elasmobranch....'

The full nature of this discovery had not quite yet dawned on the enthusiastic ichthyologist. For her part, the mermaid seemed just as curious about Dr. Williams. Playfully swimming around him in circles now, she would occasionally flip herself or turn around abruptly, seemingly trying to investigate this strange new being that had intruded upon her territory.

Perhaps still not quite sure if she was real, Dr. Williams stretched out his hand, letting it run across the mermaid's body as she swam around him. She was very real to the touch, her skin not at all rough like sandpaper (as one would expect from a shark) but rather quite smooth. The mermaid seemed quite tolerant of this, allowing Dr. Williams to touch her naked body as she circled him. On the next pass, she turned over onto her back and allowed him to rub his hands across her chest, sliding all the way over her body and down towards her crotch.

Dr. Williams couldn't help but notice that she had a simple cloaca, again much like a female shark. His hands ever so gently slid over the mermaid's female slit, causing her to briefly jump, but she didn't seem bothered by this at all. In fact, quite the contrary, she swam even closer to Dr. Williams now. He could feel himself growing stiff at this... mermaid's advances, his cock growing hard against the skin tight fabric of his diving suit. Was this right? Should he be aroused by this new species? Something that wasn't even close to being human? And yet, she had an unearthly beauty about her...

Perhaps drawn in by his raging male pheromones, the female mermaid began to rub her smooth but shark-like body against Dr. Williams, slowly sliding her own hands over him. She felt around, finally finding the scientist's crotch. He tugged at the rigid cock in his wetsuit, desperately trying to get it out. Dr. Williams was overcome by the sheer pleasure of the whole situation. Eager to oblige this gorgeous female specimen, he pulled down the zipper on his wet suit, going down until he finally reached the crotch.

The water was very cold, but he could nonetheless endure that. He reached down and pulled out his cock, pushing aside his briefs. It was rock hard. A tiny trail of precum leaked out into the sea, dissipating into nothing more than a thin white film.

Judging from her anatomy, she shouldn't have had any expectation of what a human male's genitalia would look like. Dr. Williams assumed that since she seemed to have the cloaca of a female shark, then it stood to reason that the males of her species would have claspers like a male shark. Nonetheless, the female mermaid quickly went to work, immediately rubbing on his cock with her hands. She pressed her body up against his. She was cold to the touch, and yet the sensation was so good that it was driving Dr. Williams over the edge.

All too willing to oblige this strange new specimen's urge to mate, Dr. Williams grabbed a hold of her tightly and pressed the tip of his cock into her waiting genital slit. It was an indescribably amazing feeling, having her tight little cloaca hugging his cock, milking it for all that it was worth. Her genital slit was quite unlike any human woman's vagina. It too was cold, but the sensation of it wrapped around his cock was absolutely mind blowing.

Her cloaca kept tightly pulsing around his intruding penis, trying to squeeze out as much seed as possible to fertilize her many waiting eggs. As good as it was, Dr. Williams was horny, and didn't want to simply sit back. Still tightly squeezing his captive mermaid, Dr. Williams began to thrust his hips, pumping his rigid member in and out of her juicy genital slit.

He looked down at the female mermaid. Her eyes were literally rolled back in her head as he gave her wave after wave of orgasm. He couldn't hold back too much longer, and soon he was shooting his seed deep into the mermaid's womb, perhaps even fertilizing a new generation of her species.

As he finished, both Dr. Williams and the mermaid drifted into a cool state of sexual bliss, still lovingly wrapped around each other in a tight embrace. In fact, Dr. Williams' cock was still buried deep inside of the mermaid's shark-like cloaca. They remained stuck like that for an all too brief but magical moment, and then, she snapped out of it and swam off, his now somewhat flaccid cock slipping out of her cunt. A small trail of semen and other juices flowed from her wake.

Dr. Williams watched sadly as the female disappeared off into the watery horizon. This was an exhilarating dive! Checking his oxygen level, he decided to call it a day. He slowly started to swim back towards the surface. When he finally broke through, the captain was waiting for it.

"Well," the captain asked, "How was it?"

"It was," Dr. Williams said still somewhat breathless, "Absolutely beautiful. You were right... there are more things in those depths than man could ever hope to know."

"I see," the captain said, "So you find any sharks down there? Think it will help with your research on great white mating habits?"

"Well," he replied slyly, "I would certainly like to come back and do some more research here..."

And so he did. Many, many times, contributing some of his own natural talent and genes to the mermaid's spawning. And in the end Dr. Williams wound up leaving quite a legacy beneath the depths, albeit one which the vast majority of mankind would never see...



Sharking



Sharking. I'd never even heard of it before. It happened to me one day just as I left work. I mean, I just stepped out of the office building where I worked and these two young men jumped me. I don't mean they mugged me as such, and when I say young men I suppose I should overgrown boys. 

What happened was that one grabbed my arms and the other flicked up my skirt and jerked my panties down. I was frantically squealing and pushing at the one holding me while at the same time trying to bend down and grab my panties. With hindsight, I realize that I should have just ignored my panties and started scratching and hitting. That would have stopped them.

As it was, my attention was split between doing two things, with the result that I managed to do neither. Not content with just pulling my panties down, the little bastard actually managed to pull them right off, and then the two of them ran off down the street waving my panties like a little flag. All I could do was yell some abuse after them.

Marie, one of the girls who work in the office with me saw the tail end of what happened and, after she stopped laughing, explained what had happened. You can see it all over the internet, apparently. It started in Japan, where boys would film each other yanking down some poor girl's panties or top and then running away. They don't normally take the panties as a souvenir, but those two little sods did, curse them.

"Just stop at a supermarket and buy another pair," said Marie. "There's nothing you can do about it but forget it."

I probably should have listened to Marie and done just that, but I was too furious with those little animals to listen to reason. I was damned if they were going to force me to buy more panties. I had plenty at home. I'd just put on some more when I got home and be careful until I got there.

It's funny, but it was both exciting and nerve-wracking travelling home without panties. I had a seat on the train and you can be sure that I kept my legs tight together for the whole journey. Once I reached my home station I figured that I was home and hosed, as they say, and I must have relaxed my vigilance just a trifle.

All I had to do was cut across the park and then walk two blocks to my house. I was wearing a flirty skirt, and you know how they billow in the wind. With panties on, I wouldn't really care. With no panties? I kept my hand by my side as I strolled through the park. The problem came when that damned wind blew some hair across my face.

It was automatic. Something I've done a thousand times without thinking of it. The wind blows your hair across your face and you brush it away again. So I did. And the rotten wind promptly slipped up my flirty skirt and blew it high.

He was a big man. Over six foot and full of muscle. Pleasantly ugly to look at, a workman of some sort. I swear, people would pay good money to get a look at his face when he saw me displaying all my charms. Well, the lower half of my charms, anyway. He couldn't have looked more stunned if I'd just up and slapped him with a wet fish. I would have giggled but I was too embarrassed, knowing what he was looking at.

It was one of those times when the ebb and flow of traffic in the park had ebbed, and we were the only two on the path. Red-faced, I started to stammer an apology, explaining about the sharking, but while I was talking he was walking towards me with this funny look on his face. 

I just started backing away, still talking, trying to explain, while he kept coming towards me. Somehow or other I just backed right off the park and under one of those big trees they have there. An oak, I think. I just know it was really big and solid and I backed right up to it and could go no further.

This guy still didn't say anything. He just stopped right in front of me, almost touching me, while I was still chatting away, trying to excuse myself. Next thing I knew he'd reached down and lifted the front of my skirt again and he damn well touched me there. 

Enough was enough. I stopped apologising and pushed against him, telling him to leave off or I'd scream. So he stopped, of course. Hear my hysterical laughter? He let me go, all right. His hand covered my mouth, instead, and he pushed me more firmly against the tree.

His knee pushed between mine, moving my legs apart, and then he was pushing into me. And I don't mean he was sticking a finger in me, either.

I was stunned. I mean, I'm sure every woman had thought about being raped at some stage, either curious or fearful. I'm no different, but I'd always assumed that it would be dark and I'd be trapped in a lonely place and I'd be assaulted.

I had never by any stretch of the imagination thought that I'd be leaning back against a tree, in the local park, in the middle of the day, with people wandering around, while a gorilla slowly penetrated me. 

And I mean slowly. He took his time, just steadily pushing into me. And in. And in. It's one thing to be worried about a cock hitting your tonsils if you're giving a blow job. It's something completely different when you get that same worry caused by someone slowly penetrating your pussy. He just seemed to keep on coming.

He finally gave one last little thrust that almost lifted me off my feet, and then he seemed to relax a little. Apparently he was finally home. His hand came away from my mouth and he was pulling my top loose from my skirt, and then both his hands were inside my top, grabbing my boobs. 

I started to squawk as soon as he took his hand away from my mouth, but he just looked at me and told me to be quiet. So I was.

I could feel him starting to move in me and all I could do was take it. Well, maybe not quite all. I was rather exasperated to find that I was moving in rhythm with him. Not that I wanted to, mind you. It just seemed to happen.

He started off quite lazily, and soon I just sort of fell into the habit of moving with him. When I say he was moving lazily, I meant just that. He seemed to be taking me as something to do to fill in some time. There was no hurry. Just a firm inward thrust followed by a leisurely withdrawal, with another firm inward thrust following.

I was not a virgin. I knew all about sex. But I had never been screwed so damned carelessly before. There was no hot excitement, no eager getting acquainted, no hot touching of bodies. Just this leisurely rocking, with him driving hard into me and then relaxing out.

Quite frankly, after a while it started driving me wild.

I wasn't worried any longer that I was being raped in the park and that other people were around and might spot us at any moment. My concern now seemed to be to get this oaf to start moving it along. He'd stirred me up until I was hot and excited and wanted action and what was he doing? Rocking along as though he was sitting in front of the fire in his old Granny's rocking chair.

I was pushing hard to meet him when he came into me, babbling something or other, trying to get him to put some drive into his drives. And he was just smiling at me, enjoying himself at my expense. 

It went on and on. I was this close to a climax. So close I could smell it, and he was just seesawing along, pleasuring himself with my body and ignoring my needs. I was gasping and clutching hold of him. If he'd been any smaller I'd have been picking him up and shaking him. 

And lover boy rocked on. At least, now he was squeezing my breasts in time to his sticking me, so I suppose this heralded a change of some sort. It lifted me a fraction closer to my climax, and I was almost screaming in frustration. 

I started screaming in earnest as he suddenly closed his mouth over mine and hammered me, finally blasting into me like a man should instead of that relentless teasing. With that first vigorous thrust I went up in flames, shuddering and screaming, with my screams being swallowed by his mouth devouring mine. He held me helpless against the tree while he drove in relentlessly, and I barely noticed as my climax seemed to go on and on.

By the time I came out of my daze lover-boy had gone. He'd just walked away, leaving me leaning against the tree. All I could do was lean there for a few minutes, before gathering up my strength and continuing my walk home, albeit I was now walking on legs that were wobbling a little.

What really annoyed me was those two little bastards who'd nicked my panties. Because of them I had nothing with which to cover myself downstairs, and I could feel the after effects of that man on my legs. I could only hope no-one noticed.



Sharking Day



Andrew zoomed in and focused the lens of his video camera on the two women walking down the sidewalk. One was blonde, the other brunette. Both of them were dressed in short skirts and were very attractive. 

The women carried shopping bags under their arms as they strolled happily past the many stores that lined the strip mall. Andrew knelt down on one knee and tried to conceal himself behind a trashcan. If they were to see him his whole plan might have to be scrapped. Andrew kept his camera as low to the ground as he could without compromising his view of the beautiful babes, who were gradually coming closer to him.

"Get ready," Andrew whispered into his walkie-talkie. As he did, a homeless man wandered out onto the sidewalk, obstructing his view.

"Damn it!" Andrew said. The homeless man loitered about on the sidewalk, directly obstructing Andrew's view of the women. The dirty, shabbily dressed man did not appear to be in any hurry to leave.

Andrew did not want to reposition his camera. This was the perfect hiding spot, and besides, moving would look suspicious and he would possibly give himself away. Andrew waited. Before long, the two nubile beauties stepped around the homeless man and entered the view of Andrew's camera once again.

"Ok, we're good," Andrew said into his walkie-talkie. "Ready when you are."

Andrew's friend Chris emerged from an alley. He glanced around, appearing lost.

"Where are they?" Chris asked into his walkie-talkie.

"They passed you!" Andrew said. Chris looked down the sidewalk.

"Okay, I see them, now." Chris casually stepped around the homeless man and inconspicuously trailed the women in front of him. The women continued down the sidewalk, ever closer to where Andrew was hiding.

"You're going to have to do this soon; they're almost on me!" Andrew said.

"Which one should it be, the blonde or the brunette?" Chris asked.

"Who the fuck cares? They're both hot!" Andrew said. 

"The brunette's got a shorter skirt on," Chris said, as he neared the laughing girls. "She'd be easier."

"If you don't do it soon, you'll miss your chance at either of them, so just fucking do it!" Andrew said.

"Okay, relax dude, I'll do it!" Chris said.

The babes were only a few feet from the trashcan which Andrew was using to conceal himself. He was sure that at any second they would see him. The blonde appeared to be fumbling with one of her shopping bags. She stopped for a moment, and set them onto a bench nearby. A smile shot across Chris' face as he watched the young woman bend over the bench to rearrange her shopping bags. This was almost too easy.

"There's your shot; the blonde is bending over! Do it now!" Andrew whispered frantically.

Chris casually walked towards the bench and then, like a fuse that has just burnt to the base, he launched into action. Chris raced up behind the unsuspecting young lady, grabbed her miniskirt, and pulled it above her hips. The blonde screamed in surprise. The brunette turned towards her friend; startled by what was happening. Underneath her skirt, the blonde sported a skimpy thong. Chris grabbed the elastic waistband of the girl's thong and swiftly pulled it downwards, all the way to her knees.

"Oh my God!" the blonde shouted, and turned to face her aggressor. Chris took off and ran at breakneck speed down the sidewalk, and the blonde found herself staring straight into the lens of Andrew's camera, while Andrew's camera stared straight into the attractive blonde's exposed pussy.

"Fucking pervert!" the blonde shouted, frantically pulling up her panties. The brunette flipped them off and Andrew raced down the sidewalk after Chris, camera in hand.

"I got it dude, I got it!" Andrew shouted. "I got her ass and her bush!" 

They could still hear the girls screaming as they raced across the walkway and disappeared into an alley.

*****

Kerry Zimmerman knew somebody wasn't happy when she heard the front door of the Omega Kappa Beta sorority house slam shut. Her housemates, Anna and Mandy walked into the living room carrying several shopping bags and appeared very distressed.

"Something wrong, ladies?" Kerry asked in a rather condescending tone. Kerry had been witness to plenty of drama within the walls of this house, and had, over time, learned to approach it with a dry sense of humor.

"Yes," Mandy shouted. "Some jackass came up behind Anna at the strip mall and pulled her skirt up and her panties down while some other jerk-off videotaped it!"

"I guess somebody is taking the term strip mall a bit too literally," Kerry said. Kerry shut her study book that she had previously been reading while listening to the TV, and placed it into her book bag.

"This isn't funny, Kerry!" Mandy shouted. "There's some real sickos in this town. Who the fuck are those weirdos?"

"Alpha Tau Zeta boys, celebrating annual Sharking Day."

The girls all turned to face Donna Pierson, who strode into the room dressed in nothing more than a t-shirt and panties. The girls were used to this. Donna was a tall, voluptuous cheerleader who never made much of an effort to cover herself to any extent in public or private. Donna took a seat down onto the sofa and stretched her long legs onto the coffee table in front of her.

"And that would be?" Kerry said, prompting Donna to elaborate on her answer.

Donna turned her head to face a blushing Anna.

"Every year, the Alpha Tau Zeta frat boys have this event called Sharking Day. They go around town, and yank unsuspecting girls' tops off, or pull their panties down, and videotape it for their collection. The guys all get a kick out of watching it at the end of the day."

"And the collective IQ of college boys drops a notch further," Kerry said. Another girl, Pamela, who had been quietly reading in the corner, smirked and nodded in agreement.

"We have to get that tape back!" Anna said. "I don't want anyone to see that!"

"How are you gonna do that, Anna?" Kerry asked. "Those boys went through all that trouble to get those shots of you, you think they're just going to give it up?"

"Isn't your boyfriend in Alpha Tau Zeta?" Anna asked. "See if you can get him to hand the tape over!"

"Anna, I really don't think Kurt is going to feel like-"

"PLEASE?" Anna said. "He probably knows who took the video. Can't you do this for me? I've always been your friend."

Kerry rolled her eyes.

"I'll see what I can do Anna."

*****

Brittany Daniels opened her dorm room window and breathed in the fresh morning air. The wind felt good against her skin. She was dressed in a tight white tank top and a pair of blue boy shorts. Her nipples protruded through her tank top noticeably. Brittany took a few seconds to enjoy the warmth of the sun before turning away from her window and picking up her nail polish. She had just bent over to begin painting her toenails when she heard a loud rapping at her window. Brittany looked up in annoyance. A young man was at her window, rapping loudly. He pointed towards the door, and Brittany knew what he wanted.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Brittany muttered. Brittany swore to herself next semester she was getting a new room, one that wasn't right night to the main entrance to her dorm building so people would stop asking her to open the door for them.

Brittany walked out of her dorm room and made her way towards the glass door separating her from her unwelcome visitor. Brittany opened the door, the young man greeted her.

"Hey, sorry," Chris said. "I think my friend is sleeping upstairs, he won't answer the buzzer."

Brittany stepped aside and let Chris into the building, not saying a word to him. She walked back into her dorm room as Chris continued down the hall.

"Thanks," Chris said.

Back inside her dorm room, Brittany resumed her toenail painting. She meticulously ran the deep crimson paint up and down her toenails. As the brush went dry, Brittany slipped it back into the paint, and as soon as she was about to start painting her next nail, another loud rap at the window interrupted her progress.

Brittany slammed the nail polish onto her nightstand furiously. She turned back to her window, only to see the same young man as before. Brittany ignored the man's pounding and continued painting her nails, but he didn't appear to be considering stopping anytime soon.

"I already let you in!" Brittany shouted.

"Please, just one more time!" Chris shouted. "I just need to bring my friend something!"

Chris held up a small bag of videocassettes. Brittany gave an annoyed sigh and walked out of her dorm room once again. Once in the hallway, she saw the young man leaning against the wall, away from the door. The man looked her in the eye and nodded at her to open the door. Brittany inched forward. She sensed something wasn't right.

Chris waited patiently for her to approach the door. Just a few steps further, and she would be close enough to reach the door handle.

Brittany took a step forward, and as she reached for the door handle, she spotted another young man, crouched in the bushes just outside the dorm building, videotaping her.

Brittany stopped. She pulled her hand away from the door handle, but it was too late. She didn't even hear the sound of the footsteps behind her until seconds before she felt a pair of hands grab her boy shorts and yank them down.

Brittany screamed. She had nothing on underneath her shorts, leaving her pussy and her ass completely exposed. Brittany turned to see Chris, just outside the door; backing away as the cameraman filmed everything. Brittany turned to get a look at her attacker, only to find a young man wearing a hat and sunglasses. Brittany stopped down to pull up her shorts, but her attacker took hold of the strap of her tank top and attempted to pull it from her shoulder.

Brittany turned away violently, as the attacker yanked the shoulder strap down her arm, partially exposing her right breast. While her nipple was still concealed, almost the entire portion of her upper breast was hanging out of her shirt. Brittany struggled with her attacker as he continued to yank on her tank top, trying to pull it low enough to expose her nipple. Brittany slapped him in the face hard, and knocked off his sunglasses. The attacker quickly turned away and bent over to pick them up. As he did, Brittany attempted to kick him in his side but her shorts still around her knees prevented her from making such a movement. Her attacker grabbed his fallen sunglasses and ran out the doorway.

"Yeah, you better run!" Brittany shouted as Chris and her attacker ran off. The cameraman was still fixated on her, and when she realized she was still exposed, Brittany quickly pulled her tank top back up over her breast and pulled up her shorts as well. Soon after, the cameraman took off after his two friends.

Brittany was in shock. What had just happened seemed so surreal, she almost couldn't believe it had happened. Brittany turned around to see two wide-eyed girls down the hall watching the entire situation. Brittany blushed and quickly retreated to her room.

*****

Kerry and Anna walked up the steps of the Alpha Tau Zeta frat house. Kerry was about to knock on the door, when she stopped to turn to Anna.

"Look, whatever you do, don't be whiny," Kerry said. "If you just ask nicely, maybe I'll see if I can get him to cooperate."

"This is such bullshit!" Anna said, as Kerry knocked on the door of the large house. "If he doesn't help me I'll kick his ass!"

"Shh! That's what I'm talking about!" Kerry said.

After several minutes of waiting, the front door opened. A blonde, spike-haired college boy who appeared to be either hung over or stoned, most likely both, stood in the doorframe. His gaze fell upon the two attractive girls in front of him and a smile shot across his face.

"Well hello, ladies, what can I do for you?" the frat boy said.

"I'm here to see Kurt," Kerry said.

"Is he your boyfriend?" the frat boy asked.

"Yes," Kerry said, firmly. The frat boy's gaze shifted over towards Anna.

"And how about you, beautiful?"

"Taken," Anna said, with even more hostility. "Now can you take us to Kurt or not?"

The frat boy took a step backwards. 

"Right this way."

Kerry and Anna walked into the dimly lit frat house. It appeared a wild party had taken place recently. Kerry and Anna felt their shoes stick to the beer-stained floor as they made their way up the narrow stairway. Kerry led Anna towards Kurt's bedroom door, where she knocked three times and waited for an answer.

"You think he'll answer" Anna asked.

"If he doesn't, all I got to do is kick this door handle to the left and the door will pop right open," Kerry said. "We found that out when he locked his keys inside the week he moved in."

After waiting several seconds, the door still hadn't opened.

"Kick it open," Anna said. "He shouldn't be avoiding you considering what's going on today."

Kerry considered taking Anna's advice but instead took a different approach.

"KURT, ARE YOU IN THERE?" Kerry said loudly enough to wake even a hung over frat boy. Within seconds Kurt's bedroom door was open.

"Hey baby, what's up?" Kurt said.

"This is my friend Anna," Kerry said. "Earlier this morning she got sharked by one of your frat brothers and she would like the tape."

"I don't have it," Kurt said.

"Well get it from whoever does or-"

"Anna would really prefer that no one see that tape and she'd appreciate any information you can give that would help us find it," Kerry said, interrupting her friend's outburst.

Kurt took a few steps backwards and slouched onto his mattress. Kerry and Anna took it as an invitation to enter his room and promptly did so. Kurt's room was small and cluttered, but he was fortunate enough to have a door that opened up to a small balcony outside that overlooked the patio behind the house.

"All I know is that Andrew Travis is in charge of the camera today," Kurt said. "Wherever he is, he's probably got the tape with him."

"And where is he?" Anna demanded.

"Out sharking girls. How the hell should I know where?"

"Thank you Kurt, you've been very helpful," Kerry said, before Anna could make any response of her own.

Kerry stepped out of her boyfriend's bedroom and took Anna by the arm so she would follow. Upon seeing the two ladies leave, Kurt promptly opened him mini-fridge and took out a can of Monster, which he cracked open and slurped down. As Kerry shut the bedroom door behind them, Anna glared at Kerry.

"Helpful? He didn't tell us shit!" Anna fumed.

"Kurt told us everything he knew," Kerry said, as her cell phone began to ring. "I know what kind of guy he is. He's not the type to get involved in immature pranks like this."

"Well, what are we supposed to do?" Anna said. "How are we going to find this Andrew Travis guy?"

"I don't know, we'll ask around for him," Kerry said, taking out her phone. "Maybe somebody will be able to point us in the right direction. Hello?"

Kerry listened into her phone. She looked at Anna.

"It happened again," Kerry said.

*****

Kerry's best friend Laura Patterson waited outside Bosley Hall, the dormitory in which she and Brittany Daniels resided. As she spotted Kerry and Anna approaching, Laura ran towards them.

"There were three of them," Laura said. "I just talked to Brittany. She said the guy filming was hiding in these bushes. When she went to let a guy inside another guy came up behind her and pulled her shorts down, and then all three of them ran off."

"Which way did they go?" Anna asked.

"Brittany didn't see," Laura said. "She was so embarrassed she ran inside her room after it happened. Janine and I saw everything from down the hall."

"We have to find them!" Anna shouted. "Do you think they went to central campus? There's more girls there maybe they're going there next!"

"I have no idea where they went, Anna," Laura said. "Kerry, you said Kurt knew the guy who has the camera? Well, if you have a name you should be able to find him eventually."

"Anna wants the tape before he shows it to anybody," Kerry said.

Laura thought for a minute.

"In that case, let's head over to the courtyard in central campus. If Anna's right maybe we'll find them along the trails through the woods where the girls go jogging," Laura said.

*****

Andrew and Chris collapsed onto a park bench, out of breath. Matt, the guy in the hat and sunglasses, sat down next to them.

"Shit, we almost got caught," Chris said.

"We'll be fine," Matt said. "You guys should put your hoodies on or something. You don't want anybody to recognize you."

"That's why you're doing the sharking from now on, Matt," Chris said.

"Hey," Andrew said. "Three o'clock."

The three frat boys turned their heads to see a dark-haired girl wearing earbuds jogging down the trail. She wore a pair of tight black running shorts and had a fantastically firm ass. The three boys all gave off hungry stares before turning to each other.

"All right, Matt, you stand by the drinking fountain," Andrew said. "I'll hide behind the big oak tree. Chris, when I give you the signal, you step into the path and tie your shoe."

The three of them got into their positions and waited for the jogging girl to reach them. Andrew focused the lens of his camera on the girl, who appeared to be very thirsty.

"Wait..." Andrew said into his walkie-talkie.

The girl came closer, and did not appear to notice Andrew watching her. She also did not appear to be slowing down as she neared the drinking fountain.

"Okay, Chris, get in her way and tie your-"

Suddenly Andrew felt someone snatch his camera from his grasp. He turned to face Kerry, who looked down at him with a condescending expression of pure disgust. Next to her were Anna and Laura, who did not seem to have any higher opinion of him than Kerry. 

"Abort," Andrew said into his walkie-talkie.

"What the hell are you doing? That's my camera!" Andrew shouted. Andrew's shock at seeing someone grab his eight hundred dollar camera turned to greater dismay as he watched the jogging girl pass by the angry confrontation without paying them a second notice.

"How do you get the tape out?" Kerry asked, turning the camera around in her hands trying to make sense of the strange contraption.

"I'm not giving you my tape!" Andrew shouted.

Kerry then forcefully attempted to pry the tape deck open with her hands, which made Andrew's expression turn to terror.

"Push the eject button!" Andrew shouted. "You're gonna break the camera!"

"What a shame that would be," Laura said. "Now how are you gonna videotape your friends pulling girls' panties down then?"

"That's not what we're doing!" Andrew shouted. "You've got the wrong guys!"

"So there's more of you?" Laura asked.

Andrew glanced back at Chris and Matt.

"No. I'm just doing a project for school!" Andrew said.

Kerry opened the tape deck and removed the tape. She tossed the tape to Anna and dropped the camera disdainfully into Andrew's hands.

"Hey!" Andrew said.

Anna cracked the tape casing open and began unspooling the tape; wrapping it around her index and middle fingers.

"Hey jackass, next time you try to run like a little bitch from a girl you just assaulted, don't go and hide in the one place we expect to find you," Anna said, placing the unspooled videotape around Andrew's neck.

Anna ripped the tape in half and dropped the empty tape case onto the sidewalk in front of Andrew. Andrew looked up sheepishly as the three girls sauntered off laughing.

*****

Mandy walked briskly through the Student Center when she heard her cell phone chime. She removed it from her purse to find a text message from Anna reading "problem solved." Mandy smiled to herself as she began punching out a response. She was only halfway through typing her message when she heard her name.




Sharking Day



"Mandy?" Pamela said. 

"What's up?" Mandy asked, looking up briefly at Pamela before diverting her eyes back to her phone.

"You might want to take a look at this," Pamela said.

Mandy followed Pamela into the computer lab, where Pamela took a seat in front of one of the terminals. She opened up the website of the Alpha Tau Zeta frat house and a video began playing. To Mandy's shock, the video depicted her and Anna at the strip mall that morning, and Anna's subsequent sharking. 

"Oh my God!" Mandy said. "I thought Anna said she fixed this!"

Mandy took out her phone once again, erased her text message and called Anna.

"Come on Anna, pick up!" Mandy said impatiently as she waited for Anna to answer.

"Hello?" Anna said.

"Anna, what did you mean, 'problem solved'?" Mandy asked.

"I mean I took care of it. I found the jackass that filmed us this morning and I destroyed the tape," Anna said.

"Really?" Mandy asked.

"Yes, really!" Anna said. "I broke the tape apart in my own hand, trust me!"

Mandy watched as video began playing of Brittany approaching the doorway of her dorm building.

"Well, I'm watching video of the two of us right now on the Alpha Tau Zeta website," Mandy said.

Mandy waited for a response from Anna but heard only silence.

"You're shitting me, right?" Anna asked.

"No, Anna, it's right in front of me now, go to ATZ Westfield dot com, the video's all there. I see us, the video of Brittany, and there's another girl on here after that!"

Mandy watched a girl she didn't recognize waiting on a street corner, and somebody sneak up behind her and pull her shirt open, revealing her bra-covered breasts. The girl responded by hitting him over his head with her purse and the attacker then ran off. At the end of the video were the words "Happy Sharking Day...23 to go!"

"Oh my God!" Anna said. "They must have switched tapes! You mean it's on the Internet now?"

"Sorry," Mandy said. "I don't know what we can do about it now."

"I do," Anna said. 

"What?" Mandy asked, but Anna hung up. 

"Well, she's got some idea going," Mandy said, looking back at Pamela. "How'd you find this, anyway?"

"I heard about this prank last year so I decided to check their website," Pamela said. "I guess they decided to post what they had so far to brag."

"What assholes," Mandy said.

"You're telling me," Pamela replied.

"Hey Mandy!"

Mandy turned to see Donna entering the computer lab. She wore the same t-shirt she had on before, but now wore a pair of jeans instead of just her panties.

"I just talked to Kerry on the phone, she said the whole matter is worked out," Donna said. "I think you're in the clear."

"Well, she's wrong," Mandy said. "Pam just found all the videos they took this morning on the Internet."

"Are you serious?" Donna said. "I can't believe they put them up that fast! Last year they waited until the end of the day."

"Well, it's all here," Mandy said.

"No way," Donna said. "Kerry said they destroyed the tape."

"Look for yourself," Pamela said.

Donna walked up behind Pamela.

"Play it again," Donna said.

Pamela pulled up the website but only got a waiting signal.

"It's not coming up," Pamela said. "Hope it's not because the site's getting too much traffic."

"Hey, I got it over here!"

A male student a few rows in front of Pamela called out to them.

"Figures, soon everybody and their mother will have seen this video," Pamela muttered.

"Let me see it," Donna said. 

Donna walked up a few rows to where the male student was sitting.

"Play it," Donna said.

The student pressed the play button. A loading screen appeared and Donna patiently waited for the bar to reach one hundred. After an unbearably long loading time, the video began. Donna watched Anna and Mandy walking down the sidewalk carrying their shopping bags. They seemed to be walking in slow motion; the video was slow and choppy.

"Damn, this lab needs a better connection," Donna said. 

"No kidding. I had a better connection in 1998," the student said. 

Donna continued to watch as she saw Anna bend over a park bench while someone quickly ran up behind her. As the approaching figure reached out to grab Anna's skirt, the video froze completely, and then went dark.

The words "Smile for the camera, Donna" appeared on the screen. 

"What the-" Donna said. Donna looked up, confused. A few rows in front of her, she saw another young male student videotaping her. Before she could react, the student next to her grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it down. Donna was not wearing a bra, and soon both of her breasts popped out of her shirt and fell into view. Donna gasped. The student next to her leaped out of his seat and ran like hell out of the computer lab, while the cameraman continued to film Donna's completely exposed breasts. Mandy and Pamela looked up, shocked at what had just transpired. Donna covered her breasts with her hands, which was not easy to do considering the size of Donna's breasts. She pulled her shirt back up and the cameraman departed from the lab as well.

Donna turned back towards Mandy, shocked and humiliated.

"We have to call Kerry," Mandy said.

*****

Chris and Matt threw rolled up socks through a plastic basketball hoop in Matt's dorm room while Andrew talked on the phone.

"Hey Joe, good news, the camera isn't broken," Andrew said. "But like I said we missed the last girl cause of what happened."

"No problem, I've got Ken and Rob on it," Joe said. "They said they just got a girl in the computer lab, so we should be back on track now."

"Well it's a good thing I gave you my tape when I did. Did you upload it yet?"

"Yes, it's on the website now," Joe said.

"Good," Andrew said. "So do you want us to get the next one?"

Joe paused for a second.

"Ken and Rob seem to know what they're doing; I'm going to let them handle it for a while." 

"Oh... well, okay then," Andrew said. He waited for Joe to respond. "Keep us in mind if you want us to try it again."

"I certainly will," Joe said, hanging up the phone.

Andrew looked over at Chris and Matt.

"I think we've been fired," Andrew said.

*****

Jaclyn and Erica were turning heads as they walked through the courtyard in central campus. Their bright smiles captivated onlookers as they strutted down the walkway towards their next class. Both dressed in loose-fitting halter tops, neither girl was aware they that had just landed in the sights of Rob Guinley's camcorder.

"I got 'em," Rob said into his walkie-talkie.

"Roger that," Ken Holland replied. Ken was about ten feet behind his intended targets. He had a good look at their asses, which were both round and firm, however they were both wearing blue jeans, which Ken knew would be hard to remove. Fortunately both ladies possessed a pair of large, bouncing breasts that were flimsily covered by their skimpy tops.

"Are you sure you can get them both?" Rob asked.

"If I'm quick enough, yeah," Ken said.

"Good. If you can pull this off we'll have a classic on our hands," Rob said. "You ready?"

Ken took one last look at the two young babes' asses.

"Ready." Ken placed his walkie-talkie into his belt and swiftly hastened his pace. Jaclyn stopped to wave at a friend who was several yards away. In one swift movement, Ken was upon the two ladies, and sprung into action. With his left hand, he grabbed the front of Jaclyn's halter-top, and with his right he grabbed Erica's. In one movement he pulled each of their halter-tops downwards. Ken realized at this moment he might not be able to expose both breasts of each girl, as he was at a disadvantage with only one hand for each of them. He turned to his right, and carefully insured as he snatched Erica's top down that both of her breasts were pulled into view. As soon as he saw that he was successful he turned back to his left, and saw that only Jaclyn's right breast was exposed. Both girls screamed as Ken pulled harder on Jaclyn's top, letting go of Erica's as he used all his strength to pull Jaclyn's shirt from her other breast. 

Frightened, Jaclyn held on tightly to her shirt and tried to pull away from Ken, but this proved to be a mistake. As she stepped to her left, the strap around her neck snapped and Ken was easily able to pull Jaclyn's entire top all the way down to her waist, exposing both of her breasts. Jaclyn gasped, and tried to pull her ruined halter-top back up to cover herself. Both girls gasped in horror as they saw dozens of onlookers looking on in shocked surprise as well as amusement at the two now bare-breasted girls.

Ken turned and ran back down the walkway. Both girls turned to him, screaming and cursing as they struggled to cover themselves. As they did, Rob turned the microphone on his camera towards his mouth.

"Gold."

*****

"Look his name's Andrew Travis; he's a member of the Alpha Tau Zeta Fraternity. Whoever put that video on the Internet; Andrew knows who he is, can't you bring him in?" Anna said, angrily.

The campus police officer looked up at her sympathetically

"Ma'am I promise we are doing everything we can," the policewoman said. "We've gotten several reports this morning about this."

Kerry and Laura looked around the police station, observing many police officers answering phone calls, though none seemed to be in any kind of a hurry.

"Can't you do anything to stop them?" Kerry asked. "Like go to their house and tell them to knock it off!"

The policewoman sighed.

"Look, I'll be honest with you ladies. You're not going to get much help here," the policewoman said. "A lot of the officers here are Alpha Tau Zetas themselves and they look out for their own. The best thing I can tell you to do is keep an eye out and let others know what's happening."

"I don't believe this!" Anna shouted. "You're telling me none of the officers here will tell those assholes to cut this shit out?"

"I'm just saying this case is far from our first priority right now. I sympathize with your concern, I really do," the policewoman said.

Another policewoman approached the desk.

"We just got another call," the second policewoman said. "Two girls, in central campus."

"Give me their names, I'll file a report," the first policewoman said.

"Erica Finnel and Jaclyn Evans. Happened about five minutes ago."

"Erica and Jaclyn, I know them," Laura said. 

Kerry thought for a moment.

"Mandy said in the video she saw the words 'twenty three to go,'" Kerry said. "Like they have a quota or something."

"Why twenty-three?" Laura asked. "I wonder what the significance of that number would be?"

"Wait, what was the name of that girl you said called in this morning?" Kerry asked. "The third one who got sharked?"

"Carly Adams," the policewoman said. "Why, you know her?"

"No," Kerry said. "But listen. The girls that got sharked, it was Anna, Brittany, Carly, then Donna. Anybody noticing a pattern here?"

"You're right," Laura said. "And after Donna it was Erica, and- wait- how does Jaclyn fit in here?"

"Maybe Jaclyn was just a bystander," Anna said.

"No, I don't think so," Kerry said. She looked back at the policewoman. "What did you say their last names were?"

"Erica Finnel and Jaclyn Evans," the Policewoman said.

"They count last names too then!" Laura said. "But you're right, they're going through the alphabet, there's our E and F!"

"Cause they're the Alpha Tau Zeta fraternity," Kerry said. "Or A through Z. Get it?"

"What a sick fucking joke!" Anna said.

The policewoman gave an annoyed sigh.

"Ladies, if you're finished here, I really have work to do," the policewoman said.

Kerry, Laura, and Anna walked towards the police station exit.

"This means they're on G now," Kerry said, as she opened the door to leave.

"So, do we know anyone with a first or last name starting with G?" Laura asked.

Anna paused.

"Mandy," Anna said. "Mandy's last name is Gaunt."

*****

Mandy Gaunt looked down at a seething Donna. Donna sat on the grass, with her knees pulled up to her chin, trying to think of a punishment horrible enough to be suitable for the boy who had exposed her in the computer lab earlier.

"Don't you have cheerleading practice in, like, fifteen minutes?" Mandy asked.

"I'm not going," Donna said, angrily.

Mandy tilted her head as she looked Donna in the eye.

"You can't stay angry forever," Mandy said. "This shit will ruin your life if you let it get to you."

"Those boys are assholes!" Donna said.

"Yes, I know," Mandy said. "Boys are assholes. Now come on, you need to get ready."

"Forget it, Mandy," Donna said. "I need some time to think."

Mandy hadn't enough time to respond when her cell phone rang.

"Hello?" Mandy said.

"Hey Mandy, it's Pam," the voice said. "Listen, you know how that video said 'twenty-three to go' do you suppose they have a set number of girls they want to shark today?"

Mandy stopped.

"I don't know," Mandy said. "I really didn't think about it that deeply."

Mandy heard her call waiting tone, she checked the ID and saw Kerry was trying to call her.

"Oh, it's probably nothing important," Pamela said. "I just thought maybe it'd give us a clue of what to look out for or something, I don't know."

Mandy laughed.

"Trust me Pam, these are dumb frat boys we're dealing with," Mandy said. "There is no possible way to explain their behavior in any kind of rational way."

Mandy saw Donna rise to her feet and wander off towards the Student Center. Mandy walked after her as she began to wrap up her conversation.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Pamela said. "I'm sure they have some bizarre reason why they said that though."

Mandy heard her call waiting signal beep again.

"Yeah, look Kerry's calling me, I'll call you back, okay?"

"Sure, I'll see you later tonight," Pamela said. "Bye."

Mandy looked up at Donna walking off as she shut her phone. As it began to ring, Mandy answered.

"Hello?"

Mandy didn't even hear what Kerry said after that, because at that moment she felt her skirt being pulled above her hips. Mandy turned around to face Ken, whom she vaguely recognized from the computer lab earlier. Ken kept a firm grip on Mandy's skirt as she tried to jerk away.

"Back off, asshole!" Mandy shouted.

"Mandy, what's happening?" Kerry's voice said over the phone. Mandy dropped her phone to the ground as she struggled with Ken, who he took advantage of Mandy's distraction and slipped his hand into her panties. Mandy tried to pry his hand loose, but he tightened his grip around the elastic waistband from the inside and Mandy knew her fight was lost. With one good yank, Ken brought Mandy's panties all the way down to her ankles.

Cheers and hollers emanated from nearby onlookers as Ken ran off, leaving Mandy standing humiliated in the middle of the courtyard.

She quickly bent over to pull her panties back up, while inadvertently giving the onlookers behind her, as well as Rob's camcorder, a splendid view of her bare ass. Rob zoomed in close at Mandy's shapely bottom. After pulling up her panties and retrieving her phone, Mandy walked red-faced past her laughing onlookers all the way to the Student Center.

*****

"He shoots."

The basketball soared through the air and fell flawlessly through the basketball net.

"He scores," Matt said to himself. Chris ran to retrieve the basketball and took a shot himself. The door to the gym opened, and a crowd of sixteen young women, all dressed in cheerleader uniforms, walked into the gym talking and laughing.

"Well, there goes my game for today," Chris said.

Matt kept his eyes on the net as he lined up his next shot.

"You got to learn to tune it out, Chris," Matt said, taking another shot. Once again, the ball flew perfectly through the hoop.

"I guess I just don't have your skills," Chris said, taking the ball and dribbling into position.

"It's all about discipline," Matt said. "Keep your mind focused, you can achieve anything."

Chris took another shot, and missed by a few inches.

"Damn," Chris muttered.

"Keep practicing," Matt said.

"Hey guys," Andrew said, hurrying into the gym with his camera in his hand. "I bought a new tape."

"I thought we were off the job," Matt said, shooting a basket.

"Well," Andrew said, glancing at the cheerleaders gathering on the other side of the gym. "Maybe we can redeem ourselves."

The cheerleaders stood in small groups, gossiping with one another, until one, the head cheerleader, called them all to attention.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Chris asked.

"Jennifer Haggerty," Andrew said.

Jennifer Haggerty was gorgeous. Her bright blonde hair glimmered in the late morning sunlight that shined through the windows high up on the gymnasium wall. Andrew, Matt, and Chris stared in awe at her long, lovely legs.

"Damn!" Matt said, admiring Jennifer's figure.

"Okay, girls, listen up!" Jennifer shouted. As the other cheerleaders quieted down, Jennifer continued. "I just talked to Donna, who said she wouldn't be able to make it to practice today, so we got to do our routines without her."

The other cheerleaders moaned in annoyance.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, she really wasn't feeling well," Jennifer said. "Natalie, I'm going to have you do all of Donna's moves today for the others to practice against. Is that okay?"

Natalie nodded.

"Good," Jennifer said. "I'll get the music going and we can get started."

Jennifer walked over towards a large CD player resting on a chair near the wall. The boys watched as she bent over the CD player and placed a CD inside. Jennifer's loose-fitting skirt concealed all the curves and contours of Jennifer's bottom, but Andrew, Matt, and Chris could still tell she had a fabulous ass.

"Joe's been trying to get her for four years now," Andrew said.

"Think we should go for it?" Chris asked.

"I just talked to Joe. He said they're on H," Andrew said.

"Perfect," Matt said.

Jennifer stood up and faced the other cheerleaders.

"Three, two, one!" Jennifer shouted. As she reached "one" the music kicked in, blasting "Baby Got Back," prompting all the cheerleaders to begin shaking their asses to the early nineties hit. Jennifer stood at the front of the group, wildly gyrating her body along with all the other gorgeous babes.

"She's not going to be easy," Chris said.

"Wait until the song ends," Andrew said. "Then just do as I say."

*****

Kerry, Laura, and Anna hurried through the doors of the Student Center. They found Mandy, sitting alone on a bench with her head down.

"Mandy, I'm so sorry, we tried to warn you," Kerry said.

"It happened in front of everyone!" Mandy cried.

"I'm really sorry, honey," Laura said. 

"Didn't you recognize the guy?" Anna asked.

"No," Mandy said. "It was a different guy. I guess they have a bunch of guys doing this; so we don't know who to watch out for."

"Yet somehow they're able to get all the girls in order," Kerry said. "They must have somebody coordinating everything."

The girls nodded to each other in agreement.

"If that's true we should confront this guy," Anna said. "If we tell him personally what a douche bag he is maybe that would work better than chasing everybody down like this."

"But how do we find this guy then?" Laura asked.

"I'd start at the Alpha Tau Zeta house," Anna said. "I'm sure somebody there knows something."

"I've got another idea."

The girls turned to see Pamela approaching from down the hall.

"What's up, Pam?" Kerry asked.

"When I was in the computer lab, I noticed the camera the guy was using was a rental from the University Tech Center," Pamela said.

"Hey, we could check the names on the rental list, and find out who has it," Kerry said.

"I already did that," Pamela said. "His name is Rob Guinley."




Sharking Day



"Rob Guinley, I know him," Laura said. "He's dating Vicky Talbert. She lives a few rooms down from mine."

"Why don't we have a talk with Vicky?" Kerry said. "See if she can help us find Rob and maybe talk him out of continuing his bullshit."

"I think we should go back to the frat house," Anna said.

"I agree," Mandy said. "I think we need to go to the source of the problem."

"We were there already, Mandy," Kerry said. "I don't think the answer is there. Let's track down Rob, and maybe we can shut him down like we shut down Andrew."

*****

Andrew clicked his camera into the "on" position. After focusing the lens carefully on Jennifer Haggerty, he nodded towards Chris. Chris and Matt began to pass the ball back and forth between the two of them, each taking shots on the basket in a staged game of one-on-one.

As "Baby Got Back" came to a close, Chris ran towards the basketball net for a slam-dunk, only for Matt to jump up and deflect the ball. The ball landed onto the floor, and rolled across the gymnasium towards the cheerleader's CD player.

"Sorry, sorry," Matt said, running past the dancing cheerleaders after the stray ball.

"Okay, next song!" Jennifer said.

Jennifer walked towards the CD player, once again bending over as she changed CDs. The stray basketball rolled just a few feet from where Jennifer was standing, allowing Matt plenty of cover as he chased after it.

"Almost there," Andrew said.

Andrew was so fixated on how closely the ball was rolling towards Jennifer he did not notice one of the other cheerleaders staring straight at him. She glanced back at Jennifer, and upon seeing Matt running over to retrieve the ball, realized what was about to happen.

"Jennifer!" the cheerleader shouted.

Jennifer turned her head just as Matt dashed towards her. He wasted no time lifting her skirt, revealing a pair of blue tights covering her shapely bottom. Jennifer's heart sank as soon as she felt her skirt being lifted. She had dodged these guys for three years, but this year they had finally caught up to her. Matt grabbed hold of Jennifer's tights and pulled them down. He only managed to get them down to he knees, but they were low enough to give Andrew's camera a full view of Jennifer's beautiful bare ass. Matt teasingly gave Jennifer's ass a light pinch, and took off running, leaving the basketball behind.

The cheerleaders all screamed. Jennifer struggled to pull her tights back on as Matt, Chris, and Andrew ran from the gym.

*****

Laura knocked lightly on Vicky Talbert's dorm room door. Kerry and Pamela stood by her side; all hoping this visit would prove to be worthwhile. Laura hoped Vicky would be there since she had little idea of where else to look. 

As luck would have it, Vicky answered, looking surprised by the company she saw before her. Vicky was an attractive blonde girl with sparkling green eyes. She answered the door wearing nothing more than her bra and panties. Laura did not find this strange at all, as the heat in Bosley Hall was always set unreasonably high, so many of the residents- Laura included- frequently spent their time in their dorm rooms wearing little to no clothing on a daily basis.

"Hey Laura, what's up?" Vicky asked.

"Hey Vic, can I ask you a question about your boyfriend?" Laura asked.

Vicky looked concerned about the question.

"Sure," she said.

"You know about this 'Sharking Day' that his frat's been doing today?" Laura asked.

"Yeah, I've heard of it," Vicky said. "Rob told me he wasn't involved."

"Well, we're pretty sure he is," Laura said. 

"I don't think so," Vicky said. 

"Did you know that he rented a video camera from the tech center today?" Laura asked.

"No, but so what? He could have rented it for anything."

Laura didn't like where this was going.

"Look, can you just do us a favor and find out where he is?" Laura asked. "We want to talk to him ourselves but we can't find him."

Vicky rolled her eyes.

"All right, fine, whatever," Vicky said. Vicky took out her phone and speed dialed Rob. All she heard was a beeping noise.

"Busy signal," Vicky said.

"Can you call back in a few minutes?" Kerry asked. "I'm sorry to cause you so much trouble, but I promise we're not making this up about Rob."

Vicky sighed.

"Look, why don't you give me your number? If I find out where Rob is I'll give you a call," Vicky said.

"Thank you so much, Vicky," Laura said.

*****

Anna pounded on the door of the Alpha Tau Zeta fraternity house. Without Kerry there to stop her, no one was going to tell her how she should behave towards immature frat boys.

"Do you think they'll let you in?" Mandy said.

"If they don't then I'm going to give them a piece of my mind right here on their front porch," Anna said. She pounded on the front door again.

The door finally opened, and a tall, attractive, man with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes answered the door.

"Hello ladies, what can I do for you?" the man said.

"We're here to put a stop to your stupid pranks!" Anna said.

The man nodded in understanding.

"Sharking Day? Yeah, I thought the whole thing was pretty stupid," the man said. "Why don't you come in?"

The man opened the door, and Anna and Mandy walked inside. The inside of the house was just as filthy as it had been that morning. The man led Anna and Mandy to the kitchen, which was significantly cleaner.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" the man asked.

"No, thank you," Anna asked.

Mandy shook her head as well.

The man took a beer from the refrigerator and sat down at the kitchen table. Anna and Mandy sat down across from him.

"I should introduce myself," the man said. "My name's Joe."

"I'm Anna," Anna said. "This is my friend Mandy. We want to know what we can do to get you guys to stop this stupid sharking thing."

Joe nodded.

"Sharking Day has been a fraternity tradition for almost ten years," Joe said. "I was never a fan of it. At a lot of our meetings I spoke against it, but I was always outnumbered."

"Can you tell us who's doing it?" Mandy asked. "We're hoping we can find the guys and talk some sense into them, but they're running all over campus."

"Yeah, I couldn't tell you where they are at this moment," Joe said. 

"I like your tattoo," Anna said, admiring the Chinese letters marked on Joe's arm.

"Thanks," Joe said. "They mean honor and dep-"

"Dependability," Anna said.

"You know Chinese?" Joe asked.

"Just a little. But check this out," Anna said. Anna pulled her shirt to her side and showed Joe the back of her left shoulder. She had the same two Chinese letters tattooed on her shoulder.

"No shit," Joe said.

"No, I got that tattooed in English on my ass," Anna joked.

They laughed. Mandy rolled her eyes as she saw where this was progressing.

"Hey, do you have a bathroom I could use?" Mandy asked.

"Sure, up the stairs, to the left, last room on the right," Joe said, before diverting his eyes back to Anna.

"Thanks," Mandy said.

Mandy rose from her chair and walked out of the kitchen. She heard Anna and Joe continue to laugh as she walked quietly towards the stairway.

Mandy scanned the room, looking for anything that might help her figure out how to get to the scheming frat boys. Her eyes landed on a battery charger for a video camera, plugged into the wall next to the frat houses' mailboxes. Mandy looked over her shoulder. The entire first floor appeared to be empty except for Anna and Joe in the kitchen. Mandy unplugged the battery charger and stuffed it into her purse.

*****

Only a few minutes had passed since Kerry and her friends left Vicky's dorm room, so Vicky was alarmed when she heard yet another knock on her door. Vicky opened her door to find Janine Grant, who lived a few doors down from her, standing in her doorway. 

"Hey Vic, I'm heading down to the pool, wanna come?" 

Janine was in her street clothes but had a large beach bag slung over her shoulder.

"Um, I actually have a term paper to finish," Vicky said. "Maybe I'll stop by when I'm done."

"Oh, okay," Janine said. "See ya."

"Yeah," Vicky said. Vicky shut her door and sat back down at her computer. She decided to try calling Rob again. After the second ring, Rob picked up.

"Hello Baby? What's up?" Rob answered.

"Hey Rob, a couple girls came by earlier and started asking me about you," Vicky said.

"What'd they want?" Rob asked.

"They said you were involved in this 'Sharking Day' thing," Vicky said. "Is that true?"

"No, of course not," Rob said.

"Good," Vicky said. "So, what are you doing today?"

"Working on a project for school," Rob said. "How about you?"

"Oh, I was just finishing up a History paper," Vicky said. "Janine asked me if I wanted to go swimming with her, but I told her I'd pass."

"Janine?" Rob asked.

"Yeah, she lives down the hall from me," Vicky said. "Well, when I get finished with my paper maybe we can go out tonight."

"Okay, give me a call," Rob said.

"I will."

Rob hung up his phone. He looked over at Ken.

"So what's up?" Ken asked. 

"That was Vicky. She said Janine is going swimming," Rob said. 

"Good to know. Aren't we on I now?" Ken asked.

"No, from what Joe said, I think he's gonna let Andrew and his team get her," Rob said.

Ken paused, shaking his head.

"I can't believe they got Jennifer Haggerty," Ken said.

"No shit," Rob said. "We got to get this next one or we're gonna lose the cup again this year."

"I think we'd better head down to the pool," Ken said. "We'll wait for Joe to let us know when I is done, then we'll make the move on Janine."

*****

It was almost eleven thirty when Kerry, Laura, and Pamela made their way into the Student Center, trying to decide upon their next move.

"You think Vicky will call us back?" Pamela asked.

"I'm not counting on it," Kerry said. "I think she might be covering for him. I mean, she wouldn't want to get her boyfriend in trouble."

"What would you do if you found out Kurt was involved?" Laura asked.

"Kurt is NOT involved in this, Laura!" Kerry said. "He may be a frat boy but he's not stupid like those other guys are."

"Not what I asked," Laura said. "If it turned out he was, would you still defend him like this?"

Kerry thought for a minute.

"If he did, there would be hell to pay, I can guarantee you that," Kerry said.

"Still not what I asked," Laura said.

"Look, shouldn't we be focusing on how to find Rob?" Pamela asked.

"Yes, we should," Kerry said. "If Vicky doesn't call us back, hopefully Anna and Mandy can come up with something useful to find him."

The three girls turned a corner and found a large crowd gathered down the hallway.

"Look, even if we find Rob, what are we going to do then?" Pamela asked.

"Same thing we did when we found Andrew," Kerry said. "Once we caught up with him we put him out of busine-"

Kerry was cut off in mid-sentence when none other than Andrew Travis came running from the crowd, with his video camera in hand. People began screaming as Andrew darted from the building.

"Oh my God, what happened?" Kerry asked.

Kerry squeezed her way through the crowd to see what all the excitement was about, and Laura and Pamela followed.

In the center of the large gathering was an embarrassed girl with her dress pulled down to her waist. She struggled to pull the straps of her dress back over her shoulders and cover her exposed breasts. Onlookers laughed and snapped pictures of her with their cell phone cameras. The girl adjusted her dress and hurried away from the crowd. Kerry followed her.

"Miss? Miss?" Kerry called out.

"Don't talk to me!" the girl muttered.

"Miss, please, I've been trying to track the guys that have been doing this all morning. I need your help!"

The girl stopped and faced Kerry.

"What do you want to know?" the girl asked.

"What is your name?"

The girl rubbed her eye with the back of her hand.

"Melissa," the girl said.

Kerry looked back at Laura and Pamela.

"Melissa," Kerry said to them. "You think they're on M already?"

Kerry looked back at Melissa.

"What is your last name, Melissa?" Kerry asked.

"Iverson. Why?"

"That's probably it," Kerry said to Laura and Pamela. "They're probably on J now."

*****

Joe could feel his phone vibrating in his pants pocket, but he couldn't seem to divert his attention from Anna. The two had been talking for almost a half hour, and Mandy was becoming annoyed.

"Anna, are you finished?" Mandy asked.

Anna shot a hostile glance back at Mandy.

"I think your friend wants to get going," Joe said.

"Well hey, look, can you give me your number; we should stay in touch," Anna said.

"Definitely," Joe said, taking out his phone. He saw numerous voicemails and text messages that had been left for him in the past half hour. Joe made a new entry in his phone for Anna and the two told each other their numbers.

"I'll let you know if I find anything that could help you find the guys who are doing this," Joe said.

"Thank you Joe, thank you so much," Anna said. "It was really nice to meet you." 

"My pleasure," Joe said.

Anna rose from her seat and walked over towards Mandy.

"I'm ready to go," Anna said facetiously. 

"Good, can I use your phone for a sec?" Mandy asked. "I want to tell Kerry something but my battery is almost dead."

"Sure," Anna said, handing Mandy her phone.

Mandy made a quick call as she walked out of the kitchen. Anna turned back to Joe, and shot a sweet smile.

"Bye, Joe," Anna said.

Joe waved good bye as Anna followed Mandy out of the frat house. As they shut the door behind them, Mandy turned to Anna.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Mandy asked.

"What are you talking about?" Anna asked.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Mandy said.

"What, Joe?" Anna asked. "He's cute! Do you have a problem with that?"

"I have a problem with the fact that you spent the entire time flirting with him and we didn't find out shit!"

"He doesn't know anything!" Anna said.

"We'll see about that," Mandy said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Anna asked.

"You'll see," Mandy said. 

The two girls walked away from the frat house arguing as Joe watched them from the window. As they continued down the street, Joe made a call on his phone.

"Yeah?" Rob said.

"I is done," Joe said. "Where are you now?"

"At the pool," Rob said. "We're waiting on your word."

"Do it," Joe said.

*****

Janine Grant strutted out of the women's locker room, her body clad in a sexy blue swimsuit. Although it was a one-piece, the triangle tops and bare stomach of the suit left little of Janine's shapely body to the imagination.

"There she is," Ken said. Ken removed his shirt, and was now dressed only in his swim trunks as he sat on the bleachers next to the swimming pool. Rob was fully dressed, as he stealthily adjusted the camera settings without making it obvious he brought a video camera into the pool area.

Janine climbed the ladder up to the highest diving board and walked gracefully to the edge. Rob focused the lens on her sexy body as she bounced three times and then plummeted into the water below.

"Go stand by the ladder," Rob said, keeping his camera trained on Janine as she swam majestically across the water. "When she climbs out, do it."

"Are you sure you got a good vantage point from here?" Ken asked.

"Just do it," Rob said.

Ken rose from his seat, and walked barefoot across the poolside towards the ladder. He had to pace himself carefully. He didn't want to seem as though he was waiting for her. As it happened, Ken passed the ladder before Janine reached it, so Ken continued towards the diving board. Standing at the base of the ladder, Ken stared straight upwards as he watched Janine begin to climb out of the pool. It was time.

Ken acted as through he had changed his mind about climbing the ladder up to the diving board, and turned to walk back towards the bleachers. Janine stepped onto the poolside, water dripping from her swimsuit clad body, and began to walk towards the diving board for a second dip. Ken avoided making eye contact with her as the two of them approached each other. 

She could see him clearly; she must have known what he was about to do. Janine's instincts must not have been as sharp as Ken had feared; since she continued walking towards him and was now close enough for him to make his move. As he passed her by, Ken turned towards her.

"Janine?" Ken said.

Janine stopped.

She turned her back to face Ken, as well as Rob's camera.

Ken already had his hands on Janine's shoulder straps, and before Janine could react, Ken pulled them loose, causing both of Janine's breasts to pop out of her suit into view. Ken yanked the entire upper portion of Janine's bathing suit down to her waist. 

"What the hell?" Janine shouted, as Ken tried to pull Janine's suit even lower, hoping he might be able to completely expose her. He had her suit down to the middle of her hips when she kicked him hard in his side, causing him to fall backwards into the pool. Ken held onto Janine's swimsuit as he fell, causing it to fall well below her legs.

"Let go, you jerk!" Janine shouted. She was now completely naked, though she hadn't noticed Rob with his camera, getting everything.

Bystanders screamed and pointed as Janine pried her swimsuit loose from Ken's grip. Ken pulled away and swam across the pool away from Janine.

As Janine pulled her swimsuit back onto her body, Rob cautiously made his way towards the exit. It seemed as though no one noticed him; everyone in the pool area appeared to be watching Janine desperately trying to conceal her nakedness. 

As Ken reached the other end of the pool, he quickly climbed out and ran towards the back exit, leaving wet footprints behind him.

Rob held his camera to his side and made his way towards the front exit, hoping no one would notice him. He seemed to be in luck; everyone in the pool room was watching Janine struggle to put her bathing suit back on.

Rob walked towards the doorway, only to find Vicky in his path, about to enter the pool room.

"Oh shit!" Rob said. Vicky was bound to see him, there was nothing he could do at this point. Thinking quickly, Rob dropped his video camera into a nearby garbage can just as Vicky walked through the doorway.

"Rob!" Vicky said. She was now dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, with a beach bag slung over her shoulder.

"Hey Vic," Rob said, turning towards Vicky, trying to remain calm. Vicky noticed the commotion in the pool area.

"What's going on?" Vicky asked.

Rob tried to answer his girlfriend but was momentarily at a loss for words. He was spared having to answer Vicky's question as soon as Janine walked towards them, now with a towel wrapped around herself.

"Janine, what happened in there?" Vicky asked.

Janine glared at Vicky.

"One of those assholes from Alpha Shit Zeta just humiliated me, that's what?" Janine said.

Vicky turned to Rob.

"Rob, did you have anything to do with this?" Vicky asked.

"Hell no!" Rob said. 

"You're in that stupid frat!" Janine said. "You must have known what they were gonna do to me!"

"No I didn't," Rob said. "I came here hoping to see Vicky, I had no idea that guy was here for you!"

"You must know who he is!" Janine said.

"I think his name's Ken," Rob said, pretending to jog his memory.

Janine glared at Rob suspiciously.

"Bullshit, you were probably here helping him," Janine said.

"If Rob says he wasn't, I believe him, Janine," Vicky said. "Rob, I need to talk to you."

"Right now?" Rob asked. 

"Yes, back at my dorm, come on," Vicky said.

Janine walked back into the women's locker room as Rob reluctantly walked away with Vicky. Rob shot a quick glance back at the trash can behind him, where his video camera hummed quietly.




Sharking Day



*****

"I get it. You're jealous," Anna said.

"Excuse me?" Mandy replied.

"You're jealous. You can't stand the fact that I just hooked up with a totally hot guy."

Anna and Mandy made their way back to the Student Center as Mandy listened carefully into Anna's phone.

"Anna, are you forgetting something? We're trying to stop these guys from sharking any more girls and you're flirting with one of them!" Mandy said.

"Joe is not like those other guys, Mandy!" Anna said. "He told us everything he knew!"

"Yeah, well we'll see about that," Mandy said. Mandy pressed her hand over her other ear as she listened intently to the voice on Anna's phone.

"Why do you keep saying that?" Anna asked. "And are you talking to Kerry or what? You haven't said a word to her."

"I'm not talking to Kerry," Mandy said. "I called my phone with yours and hid mine in the frat house. I'm trying to see if I can pick up any conversation tidbits."

"Are you serious?" Anna asked.

"Yeah, and right after we left, Joe made a call to somebody. I couldn't pick up what he said but I'm still listening," Mandy said.

Anna looked at Mandy, a bit impressed.

"That's actually a pretty good idea," Anna said, her tone suddenly lighter. "But I don't think Joe has anything to do with what's going on."

"Like I said, we'll see," Mandy replied.

Mandy heard Joe mumble something in the background. She kept Anna's phone muted so no one in the house would hear anything on their end. All she could do now was wait.

*****

The back door of the Alpha Tau Zeta house opened, and Ken ran in, still dripping with water. He hurried through the kitchen towards the stairs.

"What the hell happened to you?" Joe asked.

Ken turned towards Joe, who sat at the kitchen table. Joe set his phone aside and was looking up at Ken in bewilderment.

"Had a little complication at the pool," Ken said.

Joe looked at Ken quizzically.

"Where's Rob?" Joe asked.

"Like I said, we had a little complication," Ken said.

Joe sighed.

"What'd you guys fuck up now?" Joe asked.

Ken stammered.

"Rob's girlfriend showed up at the pool right after we sharked Janine," Ken said. "Rob didn't want her to know what we've been doing, so he's with her now and I can't reach him on his phone."

"I'll have to call you back," Joe said into his phone, and slammed it shut. Joe stared back at Ken.

"She's going to keep him tied up all afternoon, isn't she?" Joe asked.

Ken nodded.

"Vicky can be like that," Ken said.

"Fuck," Joe said. "I need you guys to do the next girl. We're on a time constraint here."

Ken grabbed a hand towel hanging on a nearby hook and wiped the water from his brow.

"Can't you get Andrew and his guys to do the next couple girls?"

"No," Joe said. "The next girl on my list knows what Andrew looks like. She had a run-in with him this morning actually. If we're gonna take her by surprise I need you and Rob to be the ones to shark her."

Ken paused.

"I could handle her by myself," Ken said.

Joe looked Ken in the eye.

"By yourself? How are you going to tape it?" Joe asked.

"Relax, I got it covered," Ken said. He walked towards the kitchen door towards the stairway, not noticing Mandy's phone just out of sight behind the microwave.

*****

"They got Janine?" Laura asked in surprise.

"Yeah, about twenty minutes ago," Sheryl said. Sheryl lived in the dorm between Janine and Laura's for the past semester, and the two had become good friends. 

"Did you see who did it?" Kerry asked. Kerry grabbed a tray from the stack and Laura, Pamela and Sheryl did likewise as they continued down the lunch line.

"I don't know him but he's one of those jackasses from Alpha Tau Zeta," Sheryl said. "He just came up behind Janine and yanked her bathing suit off in front of everyone. She was humiliated."

"Which means we're on letter K now," Pamela said.

"Huh?" Sheryl asked. "What does that mean?"

"They're sharking girls in alphabetical order," Kerry said. "Every girl who's been sharked today had her first or last name start with each letter of the alphabet in sequence."

Kerry looked over her shoulder at the students entering the cafeteria.

"Oh my God, this must be really stressful for you right now, Kerry," Sheryl said.

"No shit. So keep an eye out for anyone with a video camera," Kerry said, scooping a spoonful of fruit into bowl and placing it on her tray.

Sheryl and Laura scanned the entire cafeteria, watching for anyone with a camera. So far it appeared everyone in the cafeteria was minding their own business.

"Okay, coast is clear, your turn," Laura said.

Kerry and Pamela turned their backs to the cafeteria line to stand guard as Laura and Sheryl loaded their trays up with food. Once all four girls had their trays full, they searched for an empty table.

"Where do you want to sit?" Pamela asked.

"Farthest from the door," Kerry said, without hesitation.

"There's a table there," Laura said. Laura nodded towards an empty table located on the opposite side of the cafeteria, and the girls made their way towards it.

"Kerry, walk in front of me," Pamela said.

"Thanks," Kerry said. The four girls cautiously carried their trays as they walked single file between the tables towards the empty table in the back. Sheryl did not recognize Ken sitting among the tables they passed, as he kept his back to the girls until they began to pass him by. In one single motion, Ken spun around in his seat, grabbed hold of Laura's jeans, and unbuttoned and unzipped them before Laura had a chance to react. She could feel someone's hands manipulating her garments, but with her hands full with her lunch tray there was nothing she could do about it.

Ken swiftly pulled Laura's jeans down to the floor just as Kerry and Sheryl turned around to see what was happening.

"That's him! That's the guy from the pool!" Sheryl shouted. Laura tried to pull away from Ken, but Pamela was behind her and her jeans around her ankles prevented her from moving very fast.

The students seated at the tables on either side of her all turned to look, and gasped as they saw Laura standing in the middle of the cafeteria with her pants around her ankles. Laura's cheeks flushed bright red as she realized how exposed she was. Ken apparently did not feel Laura was exposed enough, for once he had her jeans off Ken proceeded to grab hold of Laura's panties, and he pulled them completely down as well.

Laura screamed as the other students all turned to stare at her bare ass and exposed pussy. Ken smirked as he gave Laura a quick slap on her butt.

"Later, babe," Ken said, as he skirted past Kerry and Sheryl and darted out of the cafeteria.

Laura looked to her right and left, but saw no where she could set down her tray. Pamela turned around and quickly found an empty spot at a table set down her tray. Pamela hurried back to Laura and pulled her panties back up as best she could. Laura's face flushed with embarrassment as Pamela pulled up her jeans. The four girls walked towards the empty table and Laura finally set down her tray so she could zip and button up her pants.

Kerry searched the entire cafeteria but could not find any sign of anyone with a video camera.

"Where's their cameraman?' Kerry asked. "They have to videotape it, or it doesn't count, where is he?"

Sheryl looked around the cafeteria and spotted no one.

"There's too many people in here, their cameraman could be anywhere," Kerry said.

"We have to find him, we can't let him upload that video!" Pamela said.

"Let's just sit down, okay!" Laura said. Laura kept her head down, trying not to acknowledge that everyone in the cafeteria was now staring at her.

"Fine, let's sit down," Kerry said. "We'll try to figure out what to do from here."

As the girls took their seats, Kerry's phone began to ring. She checked the call ID but did not recognize the number.

"Hello?" Kerry said.

"Kerry, it's Mandy. I'd did what you said and it worked. I overheard someone in the house say they just sharked a girl named Kristin over on east campus. I think you're in the clear for now."

"Well that's good news Mandy, but they just got Laura," Kerry said.

"Laura? When?" Mandy asked.

"Just now. We're in the Student Center cafeteria." Kerry said.

"Oh my God, I'll be right over," Mandy said.

TO BE CONTINUED