Campus Belle’s Stolen Videos - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Jessica and I locked eyes, our chests tight like someone had parked a car on them.
I let out a bitter laugh. "Now you see their true colors."
Jessica stared at the floor, guilt written all over her face, not saying a word.
My hands balled into fists as a dangerous thought took root—I wanted payback for the rumors they'd spread about us.
But an IP address alone wouldn't cut it. We needed solid proof.
That's when I noticed the IT guy practically drooling over Jessica. Lightbulb moment—this was the dude who ran the school's entire forum system.
Leaning in, I turned on the charm. "Hey genius, hypothetically... how hard would it be to pull data from someone's phone?"
Jessica caught on fast, fluttering her lashes and tugging his sleeve like some tech-whispering siren. The guy was putty in her hands.
After some hemming and hawing, he slid us a sketchy link. "Looks normal, but it's malware. Once it's in their system, you'll have access to everything—messages, photos, you name it."
As we walked away, he called after us, "Anytime you need tech support, you know where to find me!"
I shot Jessica an impressed look. Sometimes playing the flirt card saved a ton of hassle.
Since I was persona non grata with Reginald now, Jessica would have to plant the virus. Still playing Martin's doting girlfriend, getting his phone would be child's play.
I paced like an expectant father, my hands clammy with nerves. When my phone finally buzzed, my heart nearly punched through my ribcage.
The file Jessica sent contained a digital goldmine—gigs of photos and enough sex tapes to make a porn studio jealous. Five different women appeared in the footage, some faces hauntingly familiar.
Ice water flooded my veins.
They'd filmed themselves with these girls. Was this their sick version of blackmail material?
The chat screenshots answered that question loud and clear:
Reginald: Check out this fresh meat. Prime cut, right?
Martin: You hogging her? Not cool.
Reginald: Back off. You got the last one. This one's mine.
Martin: My current toy's getting boring.
Reginald: Fine. After I break her in, you can borrow her.
Martin: Deal!
The timestamp punched me in the gut—first day of my quarantine.
From day one, they'd seen me as nothing more than a toy to be passed around.
I let out a bitter laugh. "Now you see their true colors."
Jessica stared at the floor, guilt written all over her face, not saying a word.
My hands balled into fists as a dangerous thought took root—I wanted payback for the rumors they'd spread about us.
But an IP address alone wouldn't cut it. We needed solid proof.
That's when I noticed the IT guy practically drooling over Jessica. Lightbulb moment—this was the dude who ran the school's entire forum system.
Leaning in, I turned on the charm. "Hey genius, hypothetically... how hard would it be to pull data from someone's phone?"
Jessica caught on fast, fluttering her lashes and tugging his sleeve like some tech-whispering siren. The guy was putty in her hands.
After some hemming and hawing, he slid us a sketchy link. "Looks normal, but it's malware. Once it's in their system, you'll have access to everything—messages, photos, you name it."
As we walked away, he called after us, "Anytime you need tech support, you know where to find me!"
I shot Jessica an impressed look. Sometimes playing the flirt card saved a ton of hassle.
Since I was persona non grata with Reginald now, Jessica would have to plant the virus. Still playing Martin's doting girlfriend, getting his phone would be child's play.
I paced like an expectant father, my hands clammy with nerves. When my phone finally buzzed, my heart nearly punched through my ribcage.
The file Jessica sent contained a digital goldmine—gigs of photos and enough sex tapes to make a porn studio jealous. Five different women appeared in the footage, some faces hauntingly familiar.
Ice water flooded my veins.
They'd filmed themselves with these girls. Was this their sick version of blackmail material?
The chat screenshots answered that question loud and clear:
Reginald: Check out this fresh meat. Prime cut, right?
Martin: You hogging her? Not cool.
Reginald: Back off. You got the last one. This one's mine.
Martin: My current toy's getting boring.
Reginald: Fine. After I break her in, you can borrow her.
Martin: Deal!
The timestamp punched me in the gut—first day of my quarantine.
From day one, they'd seen me as nothing more than a toy to be passed around.
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