All-Star College

All-Star College

by MrMaxLord

(MF, MFM, oral, anal, DP, slut)

Chapter 1

Starring: Victoria Justice, Krista Allen, Lili Reinhart, Bella Thorne

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready for some of that old college debauchery," Paul Simmons said. He was in his dorm room, his dormmates and lifelong friends, Jesse Carr and Matt Nelson, by his side. He had just finished hanging the last poster in his section of the three man room.

"Because nothing screams sex and decadence like a John Belushi poster," Matt snidely said.

"Let the man have his cliche," Jesse added with a laugh. "Besides, we all know how that story ends, I don't think anyone wants to go full Belushi."

"Of course not m'boys," said Paul. "Kind of hard to get pussy when you're six feet under. You guys ready to check out the trim?"

"You mean go to the dining commons and see who's there?" Jesse asked.

"Yeah, but my way sounded better." Matt and Jesse decided to let Paul have it. After all, today was just the move in day, classes wouldn't start until Monday, so there was no need to add stress to the living situation before the college life began in full.

Since people were still coming in, the hallways were buzzing with students moving in. So much activity in fact, Jesse bumped into someone that would end up changing his and Paul's lives.

The two didn't even see each other, Jesse checking out his upcoming class schedule on his phone, the girl unable to see over the boxes she was carrying into her room. Sadly, those boxes soon came tumbling down.

"Oh fuck, I'm sorry," Jesse said, immediately going to help her. He reached out for her hand, which she took. It was then that their eyes met and Jesse saw the single most beautiful woman in his life.

"Oh, it's no problem," the blonde said, laughing at the situation. "Not like I could see either."

"Yeah," Jesse replied. He was having trouble forming sentences, still stunned by her beauty. The girl found herself in a similar situation, feeling a spark, an instant attraction to this stranger. "Um, let me help you with those...um...things...yeah."

"Thanks." She replied. "Room 75." She picked up some of her boxes, and Jesse got the rest.

"75? I'm in 74, right across the hall."

"Oh, well in that case, hi neighbor." She flashed him a smile that somehow melted his already melted heart again. That's right, this lady could melt the same heart twice in a row.

"Um, my name's Jesse. Jesse Carr," Jesse blurted out. "Though, yeah, neighbor could be a good nickname."

"I think it's a bit too impersonal," the blonde smiled. "I'll stick with Jesse. And you should stick with Peyton. Peyton List."

"Well, I'd say we should shake hands but, you know, boxes."

"Totally." The pair wouldn't have to wait long for a more formal greeting. With a few more steps, they were at Peyton's door. The leggy blonde kick-knocked the door. In seconds it was answered, and Jesse met his second drop dead gorgeous girl of the day.

"Well," the sexy brunette said, a smirk on her lips. "Looks like you found yourself a new friend Pey."

"Victoria, this is Jesse," Peyton said. "Jesse this is my roommate, Victoria Justice."

"Hi," Jesse said. "Just thought I'd help Peyton with her stuff after knocking it all down."

"That's one way to get a date." Victoria replied.

"Oh, be nice to him Vic." Peyton put her boxes down on her bed and turned to Jesse. "You'll have to pardon the lioness, she hasn't had her meal today."

"Well, at least not lunch, had real big breakfast."

"The football player down the hall?"

Victoria grinned wide and nodded. "I feel it's a good idea to start early in getting to know the people on this floor. And the integrity of the beds."

"I'm sure you and your crash test dummy had fun," Peyton laughed. "But maybe some real food would interest you?"

"Hey, maybe we could eat together," suggested Jesse. "I mean, um, well, me and my friends were already on our way down to the commons."

"Oh, that sounds nice." Peyton replied. "Where are your friends?"

"The might already be there actually, I was following them when I bumped into you, quite literally."

With that cue, Paul and Matt entered the doorway.

"Found you fuckface, what happened to you?" asked Paul before setting his eyes on Peyton. "Well, what do we have here?"

"This is Peyton," Jesse said, trying to stand between Paul the predator and Peyton the prey.

"Hi," she said. "You're friends with Jesse?"

"Of course he is, he called him fuckface," Victoria said, thoroughly unimpressed with Paul "Like all good friends."

"Yeah, me and Jesse go way back. And I hope you and I can go even further, Peyton."

"Well, since Paul won't do it, I'm Matt. The third wheel, apparently," Matt said.

"That's not a bad thing," Victoria said, taking and shaking Matt's hand. "In fact, I can think of quite a few activities that are quite fun and involve three people. I'm Victoria."

"I'm Matt and I love the number three now." Victoria gave him a wink, then turned her attention back to Jesse. "So, you were saying something about lunch right? You, Peyton, myself."

"And me, now." Paul added, on Peyton like white on rice. "Don't forget."

"Sadly, I doubt I could if I tried."

"Great," Paul said, not remotely hearing or caring about what Victoria had to say. "Lunch is on me." Paul took an enamored Peyton by the hand and lead her out the door.

"The genius who took my roommate is aware the D.C. is free this weekend, right?" asked Victoria, annoyance and disdain dripping from her voice.

"Trust me," Jesse said. "The food is the last thing on his mind. Or hers, sadly."

"Day's not over yet, man," Matt said. "Besides, it's not like he ONLY goes after women you're into...it's just the ones he tries to make his girlfriend." He gave Jesse a sarcastic pat on the back and followed behind Peyton and Paul.

"If he only knew," Jesse said in a laugh.

"Knew what?" asked Victoria.

"Long story." he replied. "Want to watch slime at work over lunch?"

"I don't really think I have a choice if I'm going with you, but no way in Hell am I leaving my roommate alone with someone like that on the first day of knowing her."

"You'd be the first to stop Paul." Shrugging, Jesse and Victoria finally exited the room.

The dining commons was bustling with activity, as any place with free food tends to be. Though by the time both Jesse and Victoria had found their table, the sight of Paul having Peyton completely in his thrall was more than enough to make them lose their appetite.

"And he has her," Jesse said. "Not record time, but not his worst."

"Look, I might have only just met both of them, but I'd like to think my roommate is a bit to smart for whatever he's selling."

"Trust me," Jesse said. "I've known him since junior high. The smarter the girl, the nicer the girl, the easier they fall."

"Then I must be a dumb, mean bitch then." replied Victoria.

"No, you can just smell bullshit from a mile away. It's rare, but he can sense you just like you can sense him. Which is most likely why he won't even remember your name."

"Jesse, Veronica," Paul said upon the pair's arrival. "We were wondering when you'd show up."

"Told you," Jesse said.

"Well, we weren't really. These two were preoccupied with whatever and I was marveling at this bomb ass grilled cheese," Matt said.

"This one?" Victoria asked when she sat. Matt nodded, and she reached over and grabbed half the sandwich and took a bite, making an over-exaggerated show of mulling over the flavor. Then another bite. Then another. Then finally the sandwich was gone. "Yeah, not bad."

"Thanks," Matt said, giving the brunette a sardonic grin. "So glad to make a new friend."

"Victoria's nice when you get to know her a bit," Peyton added. "Or seems to be."

"I'm sure she is," said Paul. "But enough about Veronica..."

"Victoria."

"Whatever, weren't we making dinner plans?"

"Well, I don't think it'd be smart tonight," Peyton said, making Jesse breath a sigh of relief that Paul could't care to notice. "And most of next week is just getting used to the schedule...next Saturday though, that works for me, how about you?"

"Perfection." replied Paul. "Much like yourself."

Victoria rolled her eyes and tossed the sandwich half that remained back to Matt. "Take it. My appetite is long gone."

"Thanks." he replied, tossed the crusted remains to the side.

"Yeah, I can relate," Jesse said, picking at his food while watching Peyton go completely nuts for Paul's tricks. He knew it was stupid. He'd only just met her. Still, he knew he felt something, and then along came Paul.

Right when the nausea had reached it's zenith point for Victoria and Jesse, it spread to Matt when his own past came back to haunt him in the form of his ex-girlfriend, Demi Lovato.

He didn't see her approach at first, but the moment she came into focus, any feeling of hunger faded from him, replaced only with an all consuming dread.

"Hi Matt," Demi said. "How've you been?"

"I was doing fine," he said. "Now, I think I lost my appetite." He stood up from his seat and looked Demi right in the eye. "What part of 'I never want to see you again' did you not understand?"

"You didn't even give me a chance to explain."

"Yeah, that'd be kind of hard for you to do with his dick in your mouth!"

"Oh fuck you! Look, I came over here to try and be nice. We're on the same campus, we might bump into each other. I thought it might be best to be civil with you. But Matt Nelson? Go fuck yourself." Demi stormed off, every bit as angry now as Matt had been.

"Demi, you okay?" Selena Gomez asked, getting up from her seat.

"Hey, you know how he feels about me?" Demi asked. "I feel double that for you. Go back to your new friend Taylor." Demi continued her path out of the commons, leaving Matt still furious and standing alone in the middle of the massive room. Selena could only shrug and return to her table with the aforementioned Taylor Swift.

"What was that all about?" asked Taylor. "I thought you two were friends."

"So did I." Selena replied. "She thinks I ditched her for you so I'd have an easy in for your sorority."

"Wow, jealous much?"

"That's Demi. Didn't help it came right when she and Matt broke up. Shit, they were like that couple that's always been together since, like, grade school or something that end up married. Then, well, something happened."

"What happened?"

"Not my place to say. Even if she hates me, I'm not breaking her trust."

"No problem," Taylor said with a smirk. I can always find out on my own, the blonde thought to herself. She didn't want to break Selena's trust. After all, Selena was her best friend. But Demi was part of Katy Perry's sorority, which made her the opposition. Taylor wanted all the information on the opposition she could get, just in case.

Back at Matt's table, he was still fuming, and Paul of all people seemed the most uncomfortable. This was a detail that did not escape Victoria.

"I think I'm gonna go tour the campus a bit more," Paul said, his voice tense and nervous. "Peyton, you care to join me?"

"That sounds great," she said smiling. The pair then left, hand in hand. Victoria and Jesse watched them leave, Victoria disgusted that any girl would fall for a viper like Paul and Jesse reeling from once again dealing with his "friend" swooping in and getting their before he could even contemplate making a move.

"Well, I think I'm going to go the parking lot and scream myself hoarse," Matt said. "See you later." With Matt gone, Victoria reached over to his tray to grab his grilled cheese and took a bite.

"Wow," she said. "This IS fucking good." She tore off a piece and offered to Jesse, who also partook of the sandwich.

"God damn," he said. "I got my appetite back."

"Me too. Want to finish up here then check out the campus as far away from your friend as possible?"

"Sure." As the two newfound friends ate and made plans, they, nor anyone at the table noticed that they had been watched the entire time by Reggie Fisk. He was a well dressed young man who made film executives and lawyers look squeaky clean. Most people who knew him were surprised he didn't leave a trail of slime in his path.

But he did have his purposes. One of them was he was a great salesman. A superb middleman for people who sold a certain product. He could sell to anyone and always could find the best customers. And when he saw Matt and Demi, he knew he had a customer.

Before Matt could exit the commons completely, Reggie got in his way, his best car salesman smile on display. "Hey man, that seemed pretty rough," he said. "You okay?"

"Yeah." Matt replied. "And who are you?"

"Straight to business. I like that. Look, I take it you knew that delicious babe pretty personally to get that worked up, correct?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, first off, good job getting that. The ass on that girl, outta this world. Still, if you're pissed off, I think I could find a way to relieve your stress, for a price."

"Whoa whoa whoa pal, sorry, but I'm strictly butter side up. No offense."

"I'm not offering. I'm just your hook-up." Reggie reached into his jacket and pulled out a business card with a phone number. "Call that number. If Bella answers, get ready for some fun. At a price."

"What price?"

"Well, that's up to her. IF you even want to relieve that stress in the most fun way possible. And, take it from me pal, no woman can quite relieve that specific stress a bitchy ex provides quite like the girl on the other end of that phone number. Guaranteed."

Matt took the business card, then looked at Reggie with an eyebrow raised. He saw that grin on the salesman when he bought his first car. The one that lasted all of a week and a half. However, what he was supposedly hooking him up with sounded appealing. He was pent up, and with more than just anger. Despite what happened between him and Demi, just the sight of her was enough to make him ready to go. If he didn't hate her guts he would have tried to take her to the restroom for a quickie.

"I might look into it," Matt said. "Thanks."

"No problem," Reggie grinned. Matt nodded and walked out of the commons. "We got one."

While Matt was pondering his stress relief options, Jesse and Victoria took a look around the school store. They were just browsing, not really looking for anything in particular, though for people who had just met, the conversation was getting surprisingly deep.

"Jesse, you seem like an all right guy," Victoria said. "And Matt seems a bit on the toadie side, but all right. So why are you two friends with someone like Paul? I mean I know him for what, maybe twenty minutes and I already want to feed his balls to my bulldog."

"Well, and thanks for the image by the way, it's kind of complex." he replied. "I mean, he wasn't always like this, or at least not as bad. But once he had sex for the first time and essentially discovered that, well, he was silver tongued both in and outside of bed, it all went to his head. And it often times leads to bad situations, as you saw."

"Look, the Peyton thing makes me feel slimy too, but it might not be that bad."

"That's not what I was talking about."

Victoria took a moment, then realization hit her. Matt and Demi. "No...no way. Matt's like his sidekick!"

"Yep. That whole thing between Matt and Demi is because Matt walked in on Demi. The way he tells the story, some guy was fucking her, well, to be blunt fucking her up the ass. She was dressed like sexy Dorothy from Wizard of Oz and Matt was the Tin Man. Anyway, he walks in catches this, and is silent. Dumbstruck, right? Watches just to the end when the guy, in a mask, total coverage, pulls out and blasts on Demi's face. That's of course when Matt makes his presence known, breaks up with her on the spot. Storms out of the party, doesn't speak to her again until today."

"Wow, and the guy in the mask was Paul?"

"Yep. Demi told me, then Paul confessed. Told me telling Matt would crush him because then he'd not only have lost a girlfriend but a best friend. I didn't buy it. Then Demi told me what happened and...I kind of had to keep quiet."

"What did she tell you?" Victoria asked. "Paul didn't, you know..."

"Not exactly," said Jesse. "Demi has kind of an addiction issue. Used to drink, do coke, a lot. She'd tried to get clean and stay clean in junior year of high school, if you can believe that. And she did pretty well. She fell of the wagon a few times, but no one, especially not Matt, judged her. If anything he was the single most supportive person I'd ever seen when that happened. But then came that Halloween party. Matt had volunteered for a beer run for the party. Demi was cool with this. When she was sober, she wasn't preachy about it. But Paul, being stone cold sober, started slipping her alcohol. First a shot, then a glass of wine, and soon she was doing beer bongs. All the while, Paul was dead sober. I think you can piece it together from there."

"That motherfucker isn't getting near Peyton." Victoria declared. "No way. I don't know the girl that well, but nope, not happening."

"Your heart is in the right place on this, but the hooks are in. He's got her and the spell is unbreakable. Believe me, anyone who knows him has marveled in horror."

"So why didn't you ever tell Matt?" Victoria asked. "Paul alone couldn't have been enough to stop you, and it sounds like Demi would want to tell the fucking cops, quite frankly."

"Demi was ashamed and didn't want to hurt Matt more than he was. She wouldn't hear anything else. She took the total brunt of it all. Couldn't break my word to her, and if she'd come to you, I don't think you'd be able to refuse her request either."

"Fair enough. Hope you don't mind if I make it my mission to destroy him."

"Honestly, not at all." replied Jesse. "Frankly, I'm starting to wonder why I'm still friends with the guy. Not just over Peyton either. Though that stings. It's not like he knew I was into her. But I also know that wouldn't have stopped him. I don't know, sometimes it's hard to cut ties. Especially when the person you used to know sometimes comes out to play from the house of shit he now lives in."

"That's nice, kinda poetic. You an English major?"

"No, acting."

"Really? So's Peyton. I think you have an in, good sir. Well, two. Because of three of you jokers we met today, you can be sure I won't be shit talking you."

"Thanks," Jesse said, sharing a quick look with Victoria. "Want to check out the gym? Somebody said they actually have three pools, one just for casual, non sports stuff."

"Water slide?"

"Probably."

"Let's go."

While those two headed to the gym, Matt, back in his dorm room, had decided to call the number on the card. He was a bit anxious, even when he heard a female voice pick up.

"Hello, this is Bella," the voice said. "If you're calling me on this phone, I have a pretty good idea what you're looking for. How can I help?"

"Well, I guess an associate of your gave me this card," he said, trying not to sound as nervous as he was. "He said you were the perfect, um stress reliever."

"Not the best compliment Reggie has ever given me, but it worked. But let me ask you...what's your name?"

"Matt."

"Well Matt, rest-assured, I'm so much more. Sure, I can take care of any tension you may have. I'm also the most fun you can have doing the filthiest things imaginable for a reasonable price."

"How reasonable?"

"Let me tell you what," Bella began. "Meet me at the university library. Go right to the world history section and go down the hallway to the restroom. You'll see a door marked emergency exit. Go through it. No alarm will go off, trust me. Head straight down that hallway and out to the alleyway. That's where I'll be so we can discuss business. No commitment, but I'd recommend bringing cash. You can always say no, but no one's been able to do that with me yet. Bye."