It was just after 10 PM when I walked up the stairs to the top floor of the dormitory where the heiresses lived. I lived one building over, in the older version of the dorms. Mine was reserved for the lower net worth students. Obviously, their dorm was much more opulent in comparison.
The lobby was pristine. A golden array of lights danced in the air, defused by the countless crystals in the ornate chandelier. Small, yet tasteful plants aligned the interior. There was a small water feature in the center of the lobby. A marble walkway led towards an elevator bank on the right-hand side. To the left was the entrance to the 1st-floor suites. There was an unmanned desk in the center, which was normal. It was after 10 and only students and staff could enter the building.
I decided to forgo the elevator. It would've been faster but it also would've been more obvious. I headed towards the stairs. When I made it to the top floor, I wasn't surprised by what I saw.
Standing outside of Celeste's door was a woman with a stern expression in dark clothes. She was one of the women who carried Celeste's limp body out of the locker room.
I watched her from around the corner. I was careful to stay out of sight. Although I wasn't entirely surprised by the sight of her, a part of me was concerned. If there was also someone inside the room, it would severely hamper my plans.
I could only hope that by placing someone outside of the door, they assumed the inside was safe. I just had to find a way to get past the doorwoman.
At that moment, the door in the center of the floor flew open. Without missing a beat, a mean-looking redhead with tons of attitude came storming out of her suite.
"This is fucking ridiculous! I feel like I'm on fucking house arrest with you standing out there. Get the hell out! Now!" Kristi had stormed out of her suite and started yelling at the woman outside of Celeste's door. It was a shock. But one that might actually help me.
The woman in dark clothing glanced at Kristi for a moment before immediately returning to her stoic stance. "I'm sorry for the disturbance, Ms. VanDenberg. Orders from the top. I've no choice."
Her voice was neither subservient nor condescending. She sounded very practiced in dealing with wealthy brats.
Kristi was shaking in rage. The woman had said only a few words, but with those words, it became obvious that she wasn't going to leave just because Kristi threw a temper tantrum.
After glaring at the guard, Kristi pulled out her phone. "We'll see about that." She dialed a number and then after 2 beats, she started screaming into the phone. "Daddy! You need to talk to Crystal's dad! He's got this creepy bitch standing guard right outside of my rooms! Do something about it right now! If you don't…" At this moment she closed the door to her suite and not a single sound could be heard. I was shocked. Were these rooms soundproofed? That's awesome!
Shit! It must be nice to be wealthy.
I kept watching for several minutes when the woman in front of Celeste's door grabbed her phone.
"Ma'am? … Yes, ma'am. … No, ma'am. … I'll be down in a minute, ma'am. … No, ma'am. My shift doesn't end until 4. ... Yes, ma'am. There has been no activity. I will take a break and then return to my post. … Yes, ma'am. Thank you."
After hanging up the phone, the woman sighed. I saw her rub her stomach like she was hungry and then she headed in my direction. I quickly ducked away into the stairwell and watched as she called the elevator.
Once she was on the elevator, I emerged. The path was now clear.
I felt like a ninja. I felt so sneaky as I crept towards Celeste's door. I placed my hand on the polished nickel handle and pressed down.
Click!
The door wasn't even locked.
I guess that made sense. If something happened and the guard needed to enter her suite, it would only slow things down if the door was locked.
Such a wonderful collection of events tonight. It was like everything was going in my favor.
The lights were turned off. The only sound I heard was the clicking and tapping of nails against a screen. I followed the sounds.
A large part of me wanted to stop just so I could admire the view. The kitchen table alone looked more expensive than the house my family lived in when we were at the Reservation. The artwork—both paintings and sculptures, were exquisite. I didn't have much of an eye for art, but I knew what I liked and what I didn't like. And I liked a lot of the stuff on her walls and shelves. As much as I hated her, I had to admit that her interior design choices were out of this world.
I didn't stop…for long. (The stuff was incredible. Sue me!)
I headed down the hallway towards a half-opened door. When I pushed the door open, it made only the slightest squeak.
Her room was surprisingly minimalist in comparison to the rest of the suite. There was a king-sized bed taking up most of the space in the room. There was a tiny vanity in the corner and a tall dresser against the wall. A ceiling fan lazily circled, silently creating a cooling breeze on my skin.
On the comfortable looking bed, was Celeste. She was lying on her stomach, with her feet facing the door. Her plump behind jiggled in those tight spandex shorts as she kicked her feet. She was playing a game on her phone and didn't bother to turn her head to face me.
"What the hell are you doing inside my room, you filthy fucking goon? Daddy might've put me on house arrest but that doesn't give you the right to spy on me. Now get the fuck out. Don't come back in here or you're fucking fired!"
The way she talked to the help was pretty par for the course, I guess. She never turned to look at me. She was so sure that her order would be followed that she didn't even pause as she continued playing her game.
I smiled. She was so unguarded. If I wanted to, I could really mess her up.
I stood there, unmoving, and just watched her—savoring the moment.
I had a lot of ideas that I wanted to try. But I didn't know where to start. Some of my thoughts were so out there that even I got offended just thinking about doing them. While others didn't seem effective enough. I had to find a middle ground.
What to do?
What to do?
If I had a black belt in torture, this would be simple. But I didn't. I was just your average everyday futanari vessel. I didn't have a black belt in torture, but like any profession, all it would take is a bit of practice. And I had just the place for it!
While I stood there pondering, she continued clicking away on her phone. Fuck it.
I decided to stop hesitating.
Without warning, I dove onto the bed.
"What the fuck?!"
She was shocked as my body slammed on top of her. She immediately started kicking and thrashing as she tried to turn around. As a result, her phone got tossed across the room where I heard the distinct telltale sound of her screen shattering.
Well, that sucks…for her.
"Get off of me you bitch! You're so fucking fired!" She was struggling to turn around when I wrapped my arms around her throat.
"Shush, little princess."
When she heard my voice, she stopped moving. Her eyes grew large as she craned her neck around to see. Unfortunately for her, I had her neck and head under complete control. She wasn't going anywhere.
"K-Kyah?! How did you get in here? Why are you here?" She kept struggling as she felt the increased pressure on her neck.
But could she get away? Not at all.
"How? Simple, I used the front door. Why? Are you seriously asking me that? You beat me for years. Then you unleash some of your trained dogs on me. After that you have the police corner me in the locker room with the express purpose of harming my reputation, torturing me, and then placing me under arrest with trumped-up charges. I warned one of your mutts earlier. If you didn't back off, I was coming for you. Did she not pass on the message?"
Her struggling was growing weaker. "She…she did. She did. But…"
I squeezed down even tighter. "But you're just a conniving slut who thinks your daddy's money can get you out of any jam. Right? Well, where is your daddy's money now? Huh? How come it's not saving you? Well, guess what, you filthy bitch? Nothing and no one is going to save you tonight."
Her eyelids were heavy. "Please…don't…kill…me…"
"You don't get a vote. Now, go to sleep. I'll see you in Hell!"