Click. Click. Click.
At first, Suzy thought it was simply the cockroaches that sneaked out at night to munch on dead flies. But then again, Suzy was such a hygiene-conscious person that she remembered that there were four No-Pest strips tacked to the four corners of the room.
No, she knew it wasn't pests bugging her room. When Suzy opened her eyes, she was dazed by the desk lamp that had been goosenecked down and shining directly at her bed. Then she found out what kind of pest was busing her at night, making those fix tiny click-click noises.
Click. Click. Click.
"W-What are you doing, Alice?" Suzy was wide-eyed awake now, taking in the shadowy form that stood outside the beam of light.
"Oh, well… I'm just taking some pictures."
"Pictures!" Suzy sat up, fully realizing that Alice had been taking pictures of her body, in her two bras and white cotton panties. "B-But, w-why?"
"Oh, I sell them to the guys in Hartford Hall."
"What?!"
"What d'ya mean, what?! I make a lot of money at it. Besides, I gotta pay for my education somehow."
"B-But, how l-long have you b-been doing this, Alice?"
"Well, not very long… tonight's been the best night though, 'cause you're not wearing those Goddamned Mickey Mouse pajamas."
Click. Click. Click.
"Alice! Please!" Suzy scrambled out of bed, went to her desk and rummaged through it to find her Mickey Mouse pajamas.
The beam coming from the goosenecked lamp followed her frantic form, cast her curvaceous, two-breasted shadow against the wall.
Click. Click. Click.
"Please! Why are you d-doing this, Alice? I t-thought you w-were a nice girl!"
Alice stepped into the light. "Suzy, I just couldn't pass up the price for giving up all my niceness."
Suzy spun around, holding her Mickey Mouse pajamas in front of her body like a chicken-shit bullfighter hiding behind his cape. The cape lowered, and Suzy peered over Mickey Mouse's left ear. "You're naked!"
Alice looked down at her size forty-inch tits. "Yeah, I'm naked… how'd you notice?"
Suzy said: "Because you don't have any clothes on!"
Alice sat down on her bed, laying the camera down beside her. "You wanta know something, Suzy Cocteau… you're really remarkable. There's nothing wrong with running around naked. Look at me, I'm naked and I'm all right… don't you think?"
The cape went over Suzy's head and slowly fluttered over her head as she hastily stuck her arms into the sleeves. Mickey Mouse smiled fully now as Suzy quickly buttoned up the top.
"I think… I think… I think I'm going to cry."
Suzy cried, very hard. Cried like she hadn't cried since she was eight years old and she got a spanking for playing in the dirt and getting her hands dirty and her mother yelling: "Don't touch that dirt! It's dirty!"
Alice sat down beside Suzy. "It's all right, Suzy. Take it easy. I wouldn't sell these pictures to just anyone."
Suzy sniffled, opened up one of the fourteen boxes of Kleenex that her mother had packed in one suitcase when she went off to school.
"Then why d-did you t-take those nasty photos of me… when I was, oh gosh, almost n-naked," Suzy sobbed.
"Because I thought maybe you'd want to buy them back."
Suzy stopped crying. Could she believe her ears? Well, her ears were very real – but it was Alice who wasn't. Or at least that's what Suzy thought then. Shoot, Alice was her friend, her roommate, her nice-girl buddy.
Suzy was determined to get to the bottom of this. She summed up a lot of courage and determination, and she said: "Why?"
"Why not?"
Now what could she do?
Suzy felt as if she were being blackmailed. She felt as if her friend had turned out not to be her friend and was a very nasty person who only wanted to do harm to her.
In real life, of course, that's what Alice was – but Suzy had been too sheltered from real life and had been raised to believe that there weren't any rapists in the world, and that nigger boys never wanted to fuck the shit out of honky chicks, and that people never picked their noses and said nasty words like: Balls!
"Now, Suzy, here's how you pay me. I need forty dollars a week, which you can give me in cash, and I need to borrow your bonehead English book for the rest of the semester."
Suddenly Suzy realized that life was cruel, that there were people who ran over day-old kittens and laughed while they did it. Oh, gosh.
"But I-I don't have that much money, Alice."
"Yea, I know. I've seen your checkbook. But I know how you can get it."
"How?"
"By going out with some guys from Hartford Hall."
"Oh no! I can't… not yet. My mom and dad would be very angry… oh no! I can't do that!"
Alice casually glanced through some photos, some very recent photos, some that were taken just last week when Suzy was cuddled up wearing her Goofy set of pajamas and her hand was resting innocently on her thigh.
"That's me!"
"Yep, that's right," Alice answered smugly. "Now, your first date is set up with Michael Mangallo…"
CHAPTER THREE
Michael Mangallo – the name sounded very foreign to Suzy as she waited near the bushes outside of Dame Folker Hall.
Oh, her father would just kill her if he found out she was going out with a foreign student!
But, then again, Suzy realized, he would just crucify her if he found out that she was going to give her first hand-job to the first customer that her pimp and blackmailer Alice Handler had lined up.
Three shrill whistles came from the other side of the poinsettia bushes.
Oh gosh! He was in there! Her first date with a man, conveniently arranged, of course, by Alice Handler, was already in the bushes awaiting for her to… oh gosh, she couldn't go through with it!
"Psst! Psst! Psst!"
Suzy looked up, saw a huge-titted figure hanging out of one of the third-floor windows of Dame Folker Hall. It was Alice, and she was aiming a flashlight at something in her hand.
Gosh! It was a photo of her with just panties and two bras on.
Now the flashlight was pointing directly at Suzy's face.
"Get your fucking ass into those bushes, Suzy. Or I'll show these photos to your old man."
Suzy gulped. She felt so cold and shivery – not so much from fear but because of the way she was dressed. Alice had been very helpful in picking out what she should wear for tonight; or what she shouldn't wear.
Suzy Cocteau was dressed minus panties and two bras for the first time in her life and her hour-glass figure could readily be seen through the negligee that Alice had so kindly lent her for the occasion. Along with the stem warning: "You get any fucking dirt on this, Suzy, and I'll send copies of those photos to your mom, too (up to now, Alice had only threatened to send those blackmail photos to Suzy's father)."
Not wanting to hurt her mother's or her father's reputation, Suzy took a deep breath and trampled through the bushes.
"Wow!"
The voice came from Suzy's right, very close to her right side. So close that she could feel hot breath on her naked thigh. Then something else was against her naked thigh. Something with fingernails and sweat – it was his hand!
Michael Mangallo's hand was on her thigh!
Suzy jumped back, but the pointy poinsettia bushes gouged her ass and she could get no farther than six inches away from that clammy hand.
"Hey, I ain't gonna hurt you. Shit, I paid good money for this… money I saved to buy my history books. And Alice said you were a hot chick. So come on down here and let's make it, baby!"
Suzy broke out in a sweat, and after the sweat came the hives that she always got when she was cold and sweaty. And she remembered her mother's advice about putting Calamine lotion on everytime she got cold and sweaty. "Hi. How are you tonight, Michael," Suzy said mechanically – it was what Alice had told her to say. "What do you want me to do… do you want to make love to me? Do you want to."