For the past month and some, I had been avoiding Jaxx as much as possible, and had been mostly successful. Aside from the odd encounter during lunch or traveling between classes, where he would pepper Natalie and I with crude come-on's and insults, I had no interactions with him. He kept me awake most nights, coming home late and loudly fucking the brains out of whoever he brought home; but improbably he was gone or in a deep sleep every time I awoke. I was always relieved, and would take the excuse to grab everything I needed and sneak out. I spent less and less time working in 001, instead opting to set up in a library or with Natalie at a coffee shop.
But they say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and as I spent more time with Cindy in makeup and girls' clothes, I began to wonder more and more what Jaxx was up to, why he was leaving me alone so much. And a little part of me, stuffed way down deep, was... I don't know. I tried not to think about it.
And then I had an experience with Jaxx that would more than remind me of how little I enjoyed his attention. Unfortunately, that experience also ended up being the first in a line of dominoes which lead to a level of depravity I wouldn't believe, if I hadn't lived it myself.
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It was the middle of October, and though I'd been at college for less than two full months, it felt like my old life was ages in the past. I spent all my time bouncing between Cindy and Natalie; Sami and Sam. Any time I had left was spent on homework. It wasn't enough time, and no matter how much work I completed I couldn't seem to gain ground in my classes.
One afternoon, I was sneaking around the top floor of one of the science buildings on campus. I had a class on the ground floor, and had crept up there I searching for an isolated bathroom to send Cindy a 'panty check' text. I hadn't responded all day, distracted by a playful but heated argument with Natalie about which MST3K 'host' was better. I knew that I was going to regret it. Cindy always went as hard on my ass as the first spanking she gave me, and I was aching in anticipation of the punishment I knew was coming later that evening.
It wasn't really sure if I was allowed on this floor, which was why I was sneaking around. However, the floor seemed totally deserted, all empty hallways and dark offices. I had tried a number of shadowy rooms and unmarked wooden doors, but had no luck finding a bathroom. Then I spotted a pair of identical doors, clearly marked. Finally.
I rushed over to the doors, anxious to finally get the text sent to Cindy, so I could go home for the afternoon. Jaxx was usually out on Friday afternoons (beginning his weekend festivities) and they were one of the few times I had 001 to myself, unafraid of Jaxx's return. I pulled open the heavy wooden door, which squeaked slightly as it opened, only to hear a strange, repetitive, wet smacking sound.
*Gluck gluck gluck gluck*
I couldn't identify the sound, but I knew I had heard it before. A feeling in my gut told me I should turn around and find a different bathroom, but my curiosity got the best of me. The door opened into a small hallway, and I had to step down a few feet in order to peer around the corner. The bathroom itself was a small communal one, two stalls, three urinals, with white tiles and vomit green walls. Bathroom utilities were all located on one wall of the room; the opposite was mostly windows, lined security glass that let the afternoon light into the room in rays across the floor.
At first, I was confused—I couldn't see an obvious culprit for the sound, yet it continued louder. It didn't take me long to notice one of the stalls had its door swung out, instead of sitting closed. On the edge of the door was a single large hand, grasping firmly, knuckles white.
Then the heavy wooden bathroom door which had been slowly swinging closed slammed shut. It produced a loud bang that made me jump out of my skin, and echoed off the tiles of the room resoundingly. In reaction, a head swung itself out of the stall to look at the entrance, staring right at me.
"Who the fuck is—haha, hey Pussy!"
It was Jaxx. When he first swung his square jaw around the door, he had a look of bored annoyance, as if a fly had circled one too many times and was about to meet his palm. But as soon as he identified me, his face twisted into that cocky smirk which haunted me. His steely grey eyes were cold amidst his movie-star good looks, and I couldn't help but think of the dead eyes of a snake hypnotising prey.
"I-I... Uh... I... Uhmm... Wha... Sorry..." I stammered and stuttered meekly, my eyes flitting from Jaxx to the floor, the ceiling, the sinks, the windows; anywhere but his self-possessed, smug expression. I raised both of my hands and slowly walked backwards until my back bumped against the cold tile wall. As I spoke, the sound that had lured me in continued; now I recognised it for what it was, as Jaxx rocked slowly in place.
*Gluck shluck gluck shluck*
"What the fuck, you just gonna stand here and watch, little pervert?"
Jaxx voice shocked me out of my trailing off excuses. I was suddenly reminded of Natalie, who so fervently hated Jaxx. Natalie could be very... unpleasant, sometimes. If you disagreed with her or said something that angered her, she was a real bitch. Her greatest weapon was an acute and quick wit when dealing with me and anyone else. Her jabs were barbed, aim perfect. Yet before Jaxx's rampant masculinity she was rendered speechless, disarmed.
