Her mesmerizing waves of dark brown hair descended down her Kelly green peacoat. The coat extended to her knees, where it met a pair of brown leather boots.
Even on the image captured by a ceiling-mounted camera, the arresting color of her lipstick--a vibrant green--sparkled from her luscious lips like a beacon. The color was a perfect match for her emerald eyes.
As usual, Cooper Deering looked absolutely incredible.
The mood in Kelsie McCollum's room was practically funereal.
"Does Chris...know there's a camera?" Jacqueline managed to ask quietly.
Jason looked upward, his face stricken.
"No. I didn't even remember myself. I forgot I'd installed it down there until just now."
Alexia turned with panic toward Kelsie.
"Maybe...maybe we should..."
Alexia's voice trailed off.
Kelsie didn't look back. It didn't need to be said. They were all thinking it.
Alexia had been trying to say: Maybe we should close the laptop.
Alexia wanted to spare her bestie from the pain that was coming. To actually say the words, though, would be to effectively admit, out loud, what was about to happen.
And so, Kelsie, Alexia, Jason, Jacqueline, and Erika stared down at the laptop in silence...
...and then jumped, when they were reminded, in unison, that this camera captured sound, too.
"I thought you might be down here!"
Chris dropped the clothes he was feeding into the washing machine, bolted upright, and spun toward Cooper Deering with wide-eyed shock.
Deering laughed.
"You and your clothes, Chris! You're like clockwork! Such a clean, clean boy."
Chris couldn't manage a response.
Deering studied the enormous quarterback for a moment.
"Baby...you DO look...not so great," she diagnosed with an exaggerated, sad pout of her lips. "I'm so sorry you've been sick!"
Deering cast a glance back at the door to the laundry room, reached out her hand, and twisted the lock on the door. She turned back to Chris with a wry smile.
"But that isn't what I'm REALLY sorry about, Baby."
Deering began to slowly advance toward Chris, one sultry step at a time. Chris remained frozen in place, unable to get a word out. When Deering had closed all but a few feet of distance between the two, she stopped.
"Don't you want to ask me, Baby?"
Chris blinked.
"W-what?" he finally managed.
Deering slowly ran her tongue across her green lips a single time.
"Don't you want to ask me what I'm sorry about?"
Chris, otherwise paralyzed, forced out a reply.
"What are you sorry about?"
Deering gently bit her lip before answering.
"I've been a bad girl, Chris. A bad, bad girl."
"You see, I've been sitting over at Pi Pi Pi all week, alone, because my Baby told me he was really sick. I've been wanting to keep from catching your germs! What if I started kissing you with these lips, and then I got sick myself?"
Deering reached down to the buttons of her peacoat, and began undoing them one-by-one.
"I'm so sorry, Baby," she purred, "I shouldn't have been worried about kissing you."
"I forgot what my little whore mouth is for. My little whore mouth isn't for kissing you."
Deering shrugged off the pea coat and let it fall to the floor.
She was now wearing only a green lace bra, green lace thong panties that gorgeously framed her perfect ass, and her boots.
"My little whore mouth," Deering proceeded, "Is for swallowing your fucking dick."
Up in Kelsie's room, Jacqueline closed her eyes, reached up to massage the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger, and produced the only words that any of them could manage.
"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ," she muttered.
"But don't worry, Baby," Deering went on, confidently letting Chris absorb her body with his eyes.
"I know I need to be punished. I know my clean boy needs to show me he's a dirty boy. I know my filthy little fucking throat needs to be reminded what its job is. So here's what we're going to do."
Deering closed the rest of the distance between them. She reached her long, green nails up to Chris, gently pushed his head to the side, away from her, and began to kiss his neck.
"I'm going to crouch down, right here," she murmured between kisses, "And you're going to fuck my little whore mouth. We're going to see how much I can take. I want you to look down at your dick and see the ring of my lipstick and know just how good of a little slut I was for you."
Deering paused, stuck out her tongue, ran it from the base of Chris's neck all the way up to his ear, then continued.
"And when you're good and ready, you're going to pull your dick out of my whore mouth, and you're going to spin me around and pull down my panties. You're going to bend me over this machine and fuck me like the little whore that I am."
"And I know what you're thinking, Chris."
"'Cooper, what if I don't WANT to pull my dick out of your little whore mouth? What if I want to grab the back of your head and keep fucking your mouth until I shoot my load right down your little fucking whore throat?'"
Cooper drew back from Chris and bit her lips a final time.
"Well," she said, lustily answering her own question, "Then I guess that's just what I deserve."
Alexia looked down at Jason.
"Shut it."
Jason, like everyone else in the dorm room other than Alexia, was frozen.
"Shut it!" Alexia repeated, shouting this time. "Shut the fucking laptop, Jason!"
As, on the screen in front of them, Deering's perfect body began to slowly descend in front of Chris, Jason was shocked into action. He reached out his hand for the screen...
...and then, everyone in the room jumped a second time.
Four floors below them, in the laundry room, Cooper also jumped, with a start, away from Chris.
The giant quarterback had practically screamed the words that had just come out of his mouth.
"IT'S MY DAD!!!"
Now, everyone was staring in silent shock: The five friends at their laptop; Cooper at Chris.
Cooper, still crouched in erotic glory in front of Chris, cocked an eyebrow.
