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05-19-2008, 4:40 AM
I walked down the corridor, still not fully awake, towards the small room that served as our floors living area. I hadn’t seen any of the other campus accommodation, but if this was the most expensive then the others must have really sucked.
I entered the room to find Nicola, a gorgeous blonde and one of the four people I shared the fourth floor with, sat lazily at one end of the sofa with her eyes focussed on the television. We had lived together for three weeks now, and yet she made a clear effort to ignore me for several, awkward seconds.
I turned my back, heading towards the kitchen area, thinking I had been let off. As soon as I did, I heard the sound of her posh, west-London accent.
“There’s a pile of laundry in my room that still needs doing, and if you don’t clean this place up soon then Sean is going to kick your ass!”
Her voice was cruel, her last words only added as a taunt, a reminder of my supposed inferiority.
Let me explain.
My first day began in the same way as everyone else’s. I arrived early, unpacked and said a goodbye to my parents. Soon after that, I met the people I was going to be living with for the next twelve months. Then, everything went bad.
As I have mentioned, there were four of them in total. They were all eighteen years old, and they had all gone to the same private school together. They all came from very rich families, and apparently hated the idea of sharing their space with someone like me. I was shy, sexually inexperienced, and had nothing like their finances.
The four of them were obviously very accustomed to getting their own way in life. The three girls – Nicola, Katy and Lauren – were all tall, slim and pretty. Sean, the only male, was a couple of inches taller than me and absolutely ripped. He looked like he could snap my neck without breaking a sweat. He also fancied himself as a bit of an alpha male, and I gathered that he had slept with all the girls at least once. It seemed the only consolation they got for having to share with someone like me was the ability to control me at will.
I had acted friendly towards every single one of them, desperate to fit in well. I had ignored the small, subtle jibes that each of them made towards me. I had been delighted when they asked me to join them out in town later than night, even more so when they started paying for all my drinks. We staggered home in the early hours, all collapsing in the living area.
“So Mark,” Katy had said to me, “You really lucked out, getting to live with all us beautiful people, huh?”
Still nervous, drunk and not used to being allowed to speak to someone so pretty, I had gone red at her words. The girls giggled more when they noticed.
“Yeah…I guess so” I mumbled.
“Well why don’t you show your appreciation?” Katy said, her drunken voice tinged with a sound of authority and impatience. “Get over here!”
I was taken by surprise, and confused. I slowly got up off the chair I was in, and approached the sofa where she was sat. I stood a few feet away from her with absolutely no idea what to do next.
“On your knees!” she ordered.
I still do not know what made me obey her. It could have been the drink, my total inexperience around women, her beauty, or the arrogance that made her believe she could do this to a stranger. Shit, it could have been every single one of those things. It doesn’t matter now though, what is important is that I found myself slowly kneeling, only too aware of the grins on each of their faces as I did so.
Katy looked down on me, pleased. Her patronising smile was the sort you’d give a dog that had just learned a new trick.
“Now,” she said, still not satisfied. “Kiss my foot. Thank me for letting you live here.”
I watched as she extended her foot outwards and towards me. Her open-toed high heel looked down on me. I knew that she wasn’t joking, I knew that the girls had all stopped laughing now. I knew that my next action could affect the rest of this year, and I did it anyway. I leant forwards and pressed my lips against the side of her expensive shoe. My first ever kiss, in fact.
They all laughed at me again. I felt my face burning red.
“Now thank me!” Katy ordered.
Finally she joined in the laughter, as she listened to me mumbling out the words as I had been ordered, thanking her for letting scum like me share the same glorious apartment as her.
“I think my friends here might need similar treatment. You do agree that we’re all much better looking that you, don’t you?”
I accepted that as much as I accepted the rest of their abuse. My head turned sideways slightly, towards Lauren, who had already put her bare foot out in my direction. She didn’t say a word to me as I crawled over to her, said my thank you and planted a soft kiss on the top of her toes.
Then I turned to Nicola. Her long blonde hair and sparking blue eyes made her look like Katy’s twin, and yet I thought she was possibly the most stunning of three, although not by much. I would soon learn that she was certainly the most arrogant. Unlike the others, she didn’t put her foot out for me.
“Fuck that,” she shouted. “If this bitch is living with us, he can thank me properly.”
She jumped up off the couch.
“Kiss my ass, bitch! Thank me properly!” she ordered, pointing to the back of her tight-fitting jeans.
I couldn’t believe it. I stuttered, paused for a second. Lauren’s foot jabbed the back of my head, pushing my towards Nicola. Hesitancy was punished, it seemed. I crawled towards her, took a deep breath, as if I were literally swallowing my pride, before kneeling up and pressing my lips against the curves of her ass. I was only there for a second, at most, and I could still catch a dose of that powerful female scent that I would soon become accustomed to.
That last action had proved too much for all of them to handle. “What a loser!” one of them remarked. The memories of the free drinks earlier that night seemed a lifetime ago. I had never been more sober. I glanced back towards the chair I had left just a minute or so previously, and my mouth fell open.
Sean had taken my place. I had barely been aware of him since we got back, but the camera phone in his hand suggested he had been recording the entire scene. The look on my face set off another round of laughs, even he joined in this time.
“If you ever disobey one of these girls again,” he said, “then I’ll beat the shit out of you before making sure this video finds its way to every mobile on campus.”
The words sunk in to my mind slowly. How serious were these people? Had this whole night been set up like that? Was this what they had been speaking about in private earlier on today?
I eventually assumed that must have been the case. Even now, three weeks later, as Nicola casually ordered me about, I was only beginning to comprehend it.
“Oi, bitch!” Nicola’s voice sounded out again, bringing me back to the present day reality. “You got that?” she demanded.
“Yes” I replied reluctantly, trying not to let her hear my sigh.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Miss Nicola.” I relented. It doesn’t take long for someone like me to be defeated. I turned away from the kitchen area, my thoughts of breakfast forgotten as I headed out the door towards Nicola’s room. Sean would usually wake up around midday, which meant I had just enough time to do these chores.
I entered the room to find Nicola, a gorgeous blonde and one of the four people I shared the fourth floor with, sat lazily at one end of the sofa with her eyes focussed on the television. We had lived together for three weeks now, and yet she made a clear effort to ignore me for several, awkward seconds.
I turned my back, heading towards the kitchen area, thinking I had been let off. As soon as I did, I heard the sound of her posh, west-London accent.
“There’s a pile of laundry in my room that still needs doing, and if you don’t clean this place up soon then Sean is going to kick your ass!”
Her voice was cruel, her last words only added as a taunt, a reminder of my supposed inferiority.
Let me explain.
My first day began in the same way as everyone else’s. I arrived early, unpacked and said a goodbye to my parents. Soon after that, I met the people I was going to be living with for the next twelve months. Then, everything went bad.
As I have mentioned, there were four of them in total. They were all eighteen years old, and they had all gone to the same private school together. They all came from very rich families, and apparently hated the idea of sharing their space with someone like me. I was shy, sexually inexperienced, and had nothing like their finances.
The four of them were obviously very accustomed to getting their own way in life. The three girls – Nicola, Katy and Lauren – were all tall, slim and pretty. Sean, the only male, was a couple of inches taller than me and absolutely ripped. He looked like he could snap my neck without breaking a sweat. He also fancied himself as a bit of an alpha male, and I gathered that he had slept with all the girls at least once. It seemed the only consolation they got for having to share with someone like me was the ability to control me at will.
I had acted friendly towards every single one of them, desperate to fit in well. I had ignored the small, subtle jibes that each of them made towards me. I had been delighted when they asked me to join them out in town later than night, even more so when they started paying for all my drinks. We staggered home in the early hours, all collapsing in the living area.
“So Mark,” Katy had said to me, “You really lucked out, getting to live with all us beautiful people, huh?”
Still nervous, drunk and not used to being allowed to speak to someone so pretty, I had gone red at her words. The girls giggled more when they noticed.
“Yeah…I guess so” I mumbled.
“Well why don’t you show your appreciation?” Katy said, her drunken voice tinged with a sound of authority and impatience. “Get over here!”
I was taken by surprise, and confused. I slowly got up off the chair I was in, and approached the sofa where she was sat. I stood a few feet away from her with absolutely no idea what to do next.
“On your knees!” she ordered.
I still do not know what made me obey her. It could have been the drink, my total inexperience around women, her beauty, or the arrogance that made her believe she could do this to a stranger. Shit, it could have been every single one of those things. It doesn’t matter now though, what is important is that I found myself slowly kneeling, only too aware of the grins on each of their faces as I did so.
Katy looked down on me, pleased. Her patronising smile was the sort you’d give a dog that had just learned a new trick.
“Now,” she said, still not satisfied. “Kiss my foot. Thank me for letting you live here.”
I watched as she extended her foot outwards and towards me. Her open-toed high heel looked down on me. I knew that she wasn’t joking, I knew that the girls had all stopped laughing now. I knew that my next action could affect the rest of this year, and I did it anyway. I leant forwards and pressed my lips against the side of her expensive shoe. My first ever kiss, in fact.
They all laughed at me again. I felt my face burning red.
“Now thank me!” Katy ordered.
Finally she joined in the laughter, as she listened to me mumbling out the words as I had been ordered, thanking her for letting scum like me share the same glorious apartment as her.
“I think my friends here might need similar treatment. You do agree that we’re all much better looking that you, don’t you?”
I accepted that as much as I accepted the rest of their abuse. My head turned sideways slightly, towards Lauren, who had already put her bare foot out in my direction. She didn’t say a word to me as I crawled over to her, said my thank you and planted a soft kiss on the top of her toes.
Then I turned to Nicola. Her long blonde hair and sparking blue eyes made her look like Katy’s twin, and yet I thought she was possibly the most stunning of three, although not by much. I would soon learn that she was certainly the most arrogant. Unlike the others, she didn’t put her foot out for me.
“Fuck that,” she shouted. “If this bitch is living with us, he can thank me properly.”
She jumped up off the couch.
“Kiss my ass, bitch! Thank me properly!” she ordered, pointing to the back of her tight-fitting jeans.
I couldn’t believe it. I stuttered, paused for a second. Lauren’s foot jabbed the back of my head, pushing my towards Nicola. Hesitancy was punished, it seemed. I crawled towards her, took a deep breath, as if I were literally swallowing my pride, before kneeling up and pressing my lips against the curves of her ass. I was only there for a second, at most, and I could still catch a dose of that powerful female scent that I would soon become accustomed to.
That last action had proved too much for all of them to handle. “What a loser!” one of them remarked. The memories of the free drinks earlier that night seemed a lifetime ago. I had never been more sober. I glanced back towards the chair I had left just a minute or so previously, and my mouth fell open.
Sean had taken my place. I had barely been aware of him since we got back, but the camera phone in his hand suggested he had been recording the entire scene. The look on my face set off another round of laughs, even he joined in this time.
“If you ever disobey one of these girls again,” he said, “then I’ll beat the shit out of you before making sure this video finds its way to every mobile on campus.”
The words sunk in to my mind slowly. How serious were these people? Had this whole night been set up like that? Was this what they had been speaking about in private earlier on today?
I eventually assumed that must have been the case. Even now, three weeks later, as Nicola casually ordered me about, I was only beginning to comprehend it.
“Oi, bitch!” Nicola’s voice sounded out again, bringing me back to the present day reality. “You got that?” she demanded.
“Yes” I replied reluctantly, trying not to let her hear my sigh.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Miss Nicola.” I relented. It doesn’t take long for someone like me to be defeated. I turned away from the kitchen area, my thoughts of breakfast forgotten as I headed out the door towards Nicola’s room. Sean would usually wake up around midday, which meant I had just enough time to do these chores.