As Larry sat across from the man on the couch, he couldn't believe that he was doing this, or that something like this was possible. He has heard about it through a friend over a week ago, and had spent many long hours on email and the phone to finally arrange this meeting. Bill, the man across from him, leaned forward and looked Larry in the eye.
"Are you sure?" Bill asked seriously. "This is the last and final chance to back out."
"I'm sure," Larry said with a deep breath and dropped the five one-hundred dollars on the table. He watched Bill pick it up with indifference. Like Larry, Bill was a student at the university. He was a senior and the head of one of the frat houses. To all outward appearances, Bill and his frat house was no different than any of the others. But two years ago, after discovering a very specialized need on the campus, the fraternity, most of them lawyers in training, started a secret club they called "Revenge & Company" to help those men in need. Larry didn't believe the story when his buddy first told him about it, but now, sitting across from the president of the club, he knew it was real.
Revenge & Company was created for men who had been betrayed by girlfriends at school. It was a service that was always needed, and truth be told, there was much need for a sorority version as well. But that wasn't their problem. They were men, and the club was there only to help their fellow brothers. It was simple enough. Five hundred dollars got the scorned boyfriend whatever he wanted. Sometimes he only wanted to humiliate her because he didn't want to lose her. And, sometimes, the relationship was over and he wanted much, much more.
For Larry, it was over with Annette. The moment he heard about the party, he ended it. They had been dating exclusively for over a year, and worst part for Larry was that she didn't even seem too upset when he told her that it was over. She had gotten drunk and slept with two guys at the same time at that party, and she brazenly told him that he could be replaced anytime she wanted. She hurt him, and now he had the chance to hurt her back.
"So," Bill said as he slipped the money into his shirt pocket. "We know the story, and you know what we can do. What's it going to be?" Larry frowned and looked to the floor. As much as he wanted to hurt her back, he still cared for her in some deep part of himself. Shaking his head, he steeled his nerves and looked back up.
"She told me that she could replace me anytime she wants," Larry grunted. "I want to make sure that every guy on campus knows what kind of whore she really is so no one will want her for anything other than a fuck for the rest of her time at this school."
Bill raised his eyebrows and smiled knowingly. "I get the idea. Next Friday we're having a party at the house. Annette will be there. Why don't you stop by as well."
"I'll be there."
***
Larry arrived by 10:00 and the party was already in full swing. He knew a few people there, and spent the next couple of hours having a few drinks and doing his best to avoid Annette whom he spotted shortly after his arrival. He not only wanted to not see her, but he was afraid that the guilt of what he had set up would be written from one end of his face to the other. She would get hers by the end of the night, and he wanted nothing to spoil it. It was easy enough to do. The large house was packed with literally hundreds of forms in various states of intoxication, all yelling and talking and running and dancing. It was a typical frat house party, Larry thought. He would have gone home shortly after arrival if it weren't for the set up.
His blood burned every time he caught a glimpse of her from across the room. She was dressed to kill in her short, black skirt and halter-top. Annette was a tall girl, a few inches under six feet, with long, blond hair that fell down the middle of her back that contrasted sharply with her deep tan. She was thin, with only small handfuls of tits, but with flared hips and the tightest, most shapely ass Larry had ever known. It was his favorite part of her. And it seemed a favorite part of most of the guys she flirted with before moving on, swaying her hips to enhance their view of her curved ass cheeks.
It was after midnight before Larry saw Sid pull Annette aside and talk with her. Craning his neck, Larry tried to follow the frat boy as he talked and flirted with his ex-girlfriend. Sid was one of Bill's friends, and was the indication that they were finally getting something going. He was a tall, broad man, and made it this far on a football scholarship. But when his knee blew out, it was Sid's intelligence that kept him enrolled even with the lost free ride.
Whatever Sid was saying seemed to work, and he escorted a blushing Annette towards to the stairs. Sid paused and whispered something in Bill's ear, and then glanced Larry's way. Larry was certain of the look, but didn't get a chance for a second look as Sid escorted the girl up the stairs. Larry started to head off in pursuit, but Bill intercepted him.
"Come with me," Bill yelled over the music in Larry's ear. He pushed his way through the crowd into a side room. It was fairly packed, but the banging music was slightly muffled. "Outta the way," he snapped at a man sitting on an ottoman in front of the big screen TV. "My friend, Larry, here wants to watch some TV." Bill steered Larry into the empty seat and flicked on the TV. There was nothing but static and Larry frowned. "Don't worry," he whispered for Larry's benefit. "It gets better. Just stay put and watch."
He patted Larry's arm, and a few of the people in the room laughed as Larry was left alone in front of the fuzzy screen. Crossing his arms, he tried to keep his burning face averted and patiently waited.
Sitting on the large bed, Annette allowed herself to be kissed as the music and laughter droned in the background. She liked Sid's hard body against hers, and he was a pretty good kisser, she thought. She even allowed his hand to gently rub her upper leg. She felt electric currents run from his touch to her cunt and moaned. Sid finally broke the kiss with a wet smack.
"I heard about the party," he whispered as he nibbled her ear. "You really took on two guys?"
Annette blushed and started to turn away but decided to hold her ground. "I did," she said proudly. "Two at once."
Side smiled at her. "That must have been quiet an experience."
"I liked it." She tried to kiss him again, but Sid pulled back.
"You're here on your parent's money, aren't you?"
"H-how did you know that?" She pulled back and tried to cross her arms in front of her uncomfortably.
"Just a guess," he answered with a tone that made Annette think it was anything but a guess. "The story of your little sex night hasn't really gotten around. After all, threesomes aren't so uncommon at college. But what do you think your parents would say if they found out how their baby girl was spending their money?"
Annette's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," Sid beamed, "what do you think they would say if they saw the pictures of what you did?" Annette's jaw dropped. Was he serious? Pictures? She didn't remember any pictures? But she was quite drunk and barely remembered there being two guys that night.
"So," she finally said defiantly, staring him in the eye. "What do you want, a fuck? Let's go." The door suddenly opened, and Bill entered the room with another member of their frat, Shawn, close behind. They closed the door and locked it behind them. Bill was head of this house for a reason. From a wealthy family, his fit build and good looks oozed American power and influence. Shawn was a thinner man, not bad looking in Annette's eyes, but not nearly as appealing as the other two. She liked her men a little fitter.
"It's going to be a fuck, alright," Bill said, "but with all three of us."
Annette's eyes widened. "No fucking way!" She started to get up, but Sid held her down.
"You do all three of us now," he said, "or you get to explain to your parents what you were doing in those pictures. Your choice."
Annette stared at the three men for long moments. She considered making a run for it, but if they were serious, her parents would pull their money on the spot. Stories got around, but no one ever really believed them, especially when they came from frat boys. Her reputation would be stained, but not permanently tarnished. She had just enough drinks to talk herself into it before pulling her halter-top over her head, exposing her tanned torso and bra covered tits. What Annette did not know was that her top removal was done at the cheers of several men who now flocked around the TV. The TV screen had suddenly turned on to a bedroom scene at the same moment Bill and Shawn had entered the room. At first the gathered group watched confused. But confusion turned to excitement as they waited eagerly for the apparent foursome to begin. The picture was of decent quality, and there must have been several mics hidden about the room that provided excellent sound.
Larry's eyes bulged, and so did the lump in his pants when the men advanced on her. He took a quick look around the room and smiled. The small crowd was quickly growing as word started to spread through the party. This was something Annette would never live down.
The men stood in a semi-circle around her as she sat on the bed, and Annette glanced once more when Bill started to undo his pants. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, she thought. Oh well, maybe she could suck them all off quick, or even a quick fuck, and be done with it. Her eyes widened when Bill finally pushed his pants and boxers to his knees. His 8-inch cock sprang out and bounced in front of her face. It was beautiful in her awestruck eyes. A perfect thickness for its length, it was large without being obscenely huge. It made her mouth water, and she wanted to reach out and touch it, but waited patiently as the others slowly exposed themselves.
Sid went next and pushed his pants and underwear down. His cock was around 7-inches, smaller than Bill's, but it was also much thicker. She guessed it was as a big around as a pop can and there was no way she would be able to get her hand around it.
