Malik laid naked atop his new $6000 California king bed, adorn with $1200 Versace sheets below a crystal chandelier. Just a few of the luxuries that he had treated himself to since taking over the campus drug dealing trade. With minimal police activity on the affluent campus and the lack of any rivals left who dared oppose him in the drug business, Malik's business was flourishing like an invasive species with no natural predators. Also unrivaled was Malik's interactions with the ladies on campus.
Jesse knelt behind Malik at the head of the bed, wearing a brand new set of white lacy lingerie consisting of luxuriously textured, intricately stitched white bra, panties, garter belt, and high heels. Malik's head was rested on the bare flesh on her thighs.
Natasha was knelt on Malik's right side, wearing a matching set of lingerie in black. She held up a plate with an ash tray and a lighter.
Three other girls were in bed with Malik. There was a blonde girl with soft, pale skin and a thick ass riding him reverse cowgirl trying to keep composed amongst her constant orgasms. Another blonde girl with blue eyes and a fitness model's body was curled up to his left side, his arm around her waist and his hand in the crack of her ass. She was kissing his neck and licking his ear. A third blonde girl with double-D breasts and a juicy rear was on all fours on Malik's right side, alternating between kissing his lips and licking his chest.
Standing up a few feet away from the bed were three more blonde-haired beauties, each one stripped naked and waiting for Malik's invitation to join him in bed. Malik had not only secured unfettered control of the narcotics trade on campus, he was also the school's undisputed apex predator of pussy. He had spent the past few weeks absolutely pulverizing, humiliating, and emasculating any male rival who crossed his path. His disrespectful, flashy and public displays of strength essentially challenged every other man on campus for dominance, and they either submitted or were crushed trying to oppose him. The women on campus saw the masses of white men as either defeated losers, or submissive cowards who were too afraid to fight. Many of them decided they'd rather share Malik with hundreds of others of women than settle for a white boy.
Chloe walked through the doorway into Malik's luxurious, opulent bedroom filled with expensive furniture, designer clothes and discarded lingerie. She whispered a message into Jesse's ear, then waited in the corner.
Jesse rubbed Malik's head and decided to pass along the message.
"Zeke from Gamma Delta is here. He's here to pick up the package for Saturday's party, sir," Jesse said.
Malik slapped one of the beautiful asscheeks of the girl who was riding him.
"Sheeitt. Tell that bitch I'll be out in an hour. Or two. And he better have all my mothafuckin' money!" Malik barked.
It was good to be king. Just a week after taking out Rich, Malik had a virtual monopoly on drugs at Wellsbourne. Rumors of what Malik did to Rich had spread like wildfire throughout campus, and everyone was far too terrified to even think about selling drugs without getting their product from Malik or kicking up to him.
Malik immediately boosted prices of all products, forcing the students to pay exorbitant prices for the inventory he had just acquired. Since there was no competition, he was able to extort the students for tens of thousands of dollars each day.
Chloe walked out to tell the frat boy that he would have to wait. And be patient. Malik didn't wait for anyone, no matter how long he made them wait. If Zeke wasn't there with the money the second Malik got out of the bedroom, he wouldn't be getting shit.
Malik finally emerged from the bedroom two and a half hours later, after forcing Zeke to listen to the sounds of the girls slurping, sucking, grinding, bouncing and gagging from next door. He wore nothing but a bathrobe and his hands stunk of musky, creamy pussy.
He saw Zeke and held out his hand, demanding payment first. Zeke, hands trembling before violent behemoth reached into his jacket and took out a fat envelope and gave it to the Black man. Malik has been known to lose his shit on any white boy at the slightest provocation, so Zeke held his eyes to the ground while Malik counted the money. He went into a locked room, grabbed a grown bag and tossed it at Zeke.
"Now get the fuck out of my house" the Black man said, causing Zeke to hurriedly run out before even counting the supplies in the bag. Malik shorted him a few pills, bags and ounces of course. And what he did provide was heavily cut. But he was the only game in town, and no one dared challenge him at this time.
Officially, Malik's task was simple. The leader of his gang ordered him to enroll at Wellsbourne, take over the drug trade and eliminate any competition. They wanted to make money, yes. But just as important was to increase Black wealth without pushing harmful narcotics into own community. Pushing drugs into a wealthy white community like Wellsbourne was a perfect way to both make a profit and get some revenge on the rich white men who had been pushing drugs into Black communities for decades.
Malik was more or less running the operation solo. He spent hours each day taking orders and preparing them, which significantly cut down on quality time with his main girls and the masses of other women who wanted to sleep with him every single day. He wasn't being ordered to fuck as many white women as he could per se, but he felt like doing so was in the spirit of the mission. If selling drugs to rich white kids was about uplifting the Black community and getting justice against white supremacy, then fucking white women by the dozens and taking them from white men could be considered an act of justice as well.
Malik wanted to not only use white women as pleasure tools to relieve his stress, he wanted to psychologically torment white men by taking their women from them, prove his superiority and force white men to witness firsthand that white superiority was a ridiculous fiction. He could go even farther by impregnating these promising young white women, thus undermining their personal futures and the future of the white race by denying the creation of white babies in favor of Black ones.
Malik did have some assistance. Jesse was in Malik's introduction to chemistry class. This stunning redhead was one of the first girls that Malik met on campus, and one of the sexiest. Feminine, beautiful and hailing from a rich traditional family, she was the object of desire among many of the conservative white men on campus. She did his assignments and had arranged for him to take tests from home, which she take for him.
Linda, a rich international student born in Korea, similarly did Malik's assignments for psychology class. She was as outgoing as she was sexy, with a kpop star's face and a bikini model's body. She spoke perfect english but often used a fake Japanese accept around Malik, thinking it would make her seem more exotic.
Natasha, a big titty goth girl, covered assignments for literature class and the former campus activist, blonde bombshell hippy girl Chloe covered for him in Miss Beacher's sociology course.
Despite help with schoolwork, due to his heavy workload he could only invite the most genetically pure bleach-blonde Aryan women to his new castle for sex. He prioritized them for breeding first, believing that colonizing the wombs of the most genetically rare and pure white women would be the most devastating for the white race as a whole. He had an uncanny sensitivity to pheromones, allowing him to detect exactly which woman that he was in bed with were closest to ovulation by instinct and scent alone. This talent, combined with his unparalleled ability to fuck several times a day and produce a torrent of semen with every eruption, helped maximize his ability to impregnate premium white bodies at a superhuman rate, despite with his increased workload.
Malik had hoped that his gang would send more bodies to help him manage the drug trade, but help was slow and inconsistent. Damon and Marcus helped him pull off the heist on Rich's stash a few days earlier, but whenever they came back to campus they seemed more interested in slamming white pussy than counting cash or filling orders. They were muscle, not dealers. But Malik and his girls had a plan to make sure he had all the help he needed without hurting his bottom line.
The first order of business was to get a blanket ban on pornography on the Wellsbourne campus. It was easily enough accomplished. Colleges all over the country were cracking down on using the school's wi-fi to browse porn. All it took was a few phone calls to the dean from outraged female students who complained that pornography was exploitative and anti-femininist, as well as a few calls from influential donors like Chloe's father and Jesse's grandfather before the school decided to temporarily ban porn from being accessed on college wi-fi while it crafted a policy. Within a week, the 85% of students who lived on campus had no ability to stream porn in their dorm rooms.
The key to the next part of the plan was Chloe's ex-boyfriend, Michael. Before Chloe met Malik, she and Michael were a couple of activists in love who spent their time protesting, organizing and advocating for various progressive causes across campus. Michael was the head of the Social Justice club, the Environmental Protection caucus and spearheaded a petition to make vegan foods more accessible on campus. He was also passionate about criminal justice reform and had advocated for causes like harm reduction and the legalization of recreational narcotics. Of course, when Chloe texted him asking him for a meet-up at a local coffee shop, he accepted her request with no hesitation.
