Campus Belle’s Construction Site Secret - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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The sight hit me like a punch to the gut. My best friend Sophia lay sprawled across the concrete like discarded trash—her toned legs limp, those famous hazel eyes rolled back in her head. Campus royalty reduced to this? I frantically scanned the room for her designer clothes, coming up empty.
Her slurred whimpers cut through me: "Uncle...please...I can't..." Each broken syllable made my stomach twist. This couldn't be the same girl who'd strutted through quad with a trail of admirers.
Then fire exploded across my ass—a slap so hard my knees buckled. I whirled to face a brick wall of a man, his construction vest stretched over bulging muscles. The way his eyes raked over me turned my blood to ice.
"Your friend here tapped out early," he sneered, adjusting his belt with a smirk. "Be a pal and get her gone." When I froze, his grin turned wolfish. "Unless you're volunteering for round two?"
Hands shaking, I yanked off my crop top to cover Sophia's bare skin, hauling her away as their laughter chased us—crude jokes about "weak college girls" and "real country women" burning in my ears.
Later, as I tucked Sophia into bed, I noticed my thighs were slick. That slap...had it actually turned me on? The realization kept me tossing until dawn.
I woke to find her perched on my mattress, lips brushing my ear: "We're shooting our next set at the construction site." Her hot breath sent shivers down my spine.
"You're joking," I choked out, yesterday's horror flashing behind my eyes.
Sophia's manicured nail traced my collarbone. "I booked him as our photographer." Her giggle sounded unhinged. "And you're coming."
The command should've revolted me. Instead, heat pooled between my legs. I had no way of knowing then—that photoshoot would brand itself into my mind forever.
Her slurred whimpers cut through me: "Uncle...please...I can't..." Each broken syllable made my stomach twist. This couldn't be the same girl who'd strutted through quad with a trail of admirers.
Then fire exploded across my ass—a slap so hard my knees buckled. I whirled to face a brick wall of a man, his construction vest stretched over bulging muscles. The way his eyes raked over me turned my blood to ice.
"Your friend here tapped out early," he sneered, adjusting his belt with a smirk. "Be a pal and get her gone." When I froze, his grin turned wolfish. "Unless you're volunteering for round two?"
Hands shaking, I yanked off my crop top to cover Sophia's bare skin, hauling her away as their laughter chased us—crude jokes about "weak college girls" and "real country women" burning in my ears.
Later, as I tucked Sophia into bed, I noticed my thighs were slick. That slap...had it actually turned me on? The realization kept me tossing until dawn.
I woke to find her perched on my mattress, lips brushing my ear: "We're shooting our next set at the construction site." Her hot breath sent shivers down my spine.
"You're joking," I choked out, yesterday's horror flashing behind my eyes.
Sophia's manicured nail traced my collarbone. "I booked him as our photographer." Her giggle sounded unhinged. "And you're coming."
The command should've revolted me. Instead, heat pooled between my legs. I had no way of knowing then—that photoshoot would brand itself into my mind forever.
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