Bow Down To Your King

Chapter 22

JULIA POV

Point Total: 4,175

I had never seen so many dildos in one location. Katie and Piper insisted that they were necessary, easily bringing up the grand total of points I'd earn by the end of the night.

My 'date' with Zeke had done nothing but make Katie uneasy; she was convinced he knew I was up to something as soon as I reinitiated our make-out session.

I thought she was paranoid.

But, there I was, in a gymnasium full of half-naked girls sworn to secrecy. It was easy, really, too easy, finding people that wanted to screw over Zeke.

Why?

No one would tell me. Apparently, they just didn't like the guy and I wanted to say I couldn't blame them, but some part of me did.

Jerk a man off once and you lose ninety-nine percent of your brain cells.

With that thought, I sufficiently grossed myself out and decided not to be a moron, Zeke had to have done something to them, like he had done to me by putting me into the games.

I didn't ask for trouble, he did.

He couldn't blame me for defending myself, could he?

Katie ran up to me before I could decide, swinging a strap-on around casually, as if we weren't about to host the first (maybe) all-girl orgy at St. Anne's.

"Nervous?" she asked, grinning from ear to ear. She was wearing the same, beige bra set as the rest of the volunteers.

I thought it would be best if no one was recognizable, including me. Sure, the game officials blurred out our faces after verifying the points but it was easy to tell who was who if you saw their favorite pink panties in the photo.

So, neutral colors were the uniform for the night. Any other distinguishing features had to be covered, except my tattoos, the only thing the game officials could identify me with.

One video of me 'trying to wash them off' later and I was exempt from showing my face.

Thank god.

"Not really," I said, slipping on my mask, "do you have the list?"

The list of who would do what, where, and when.

She nodded, "We're all set when you are."

I sighed, pushing aside my pesky thoughts of Zeke and taking the strap, "Who's first?"

Katie smiled.

***

ZEKE POV

Point Total: 0

Jared woke me up like an eight-year-old that was still afraid of the monsters in his closet, shaking me until I grumbled something about shoving a rake up his ass if he didn't stop—immediately.

When he didn't, I knew something was horribly wrong.

My eyes snapped open and I sat up totally disoriented, like the time I made the mistake of playing drunk Jenga with the jockstraps, otherwise known as our football team.

I couldn't see straight for a week.

"What?" I asked, holding back the swear flashing through my head.

"My phone is blowing up," he said, "Someone is competing against you."

I stared at his silhouette in the dark, I could barely make out his dumb face. "It is a competition, Jared."

He scoffed, "Take this seriously. She's a real threat."

She?

I laughed, "Right."

Jared groaned, fed up with my need for sleep and logical thinking. "Jude sent me this."

Before I could ask what 'this' was, he shoved his bright-ass phone in my face, blinding me.

I yelled at him, but he didn't care. He just stood there, waiting for me to regain my vision and look upon the dreaded news.

I made a mental note to kick his ass when I wasn't in my underwear. Then, I glanced down, focusing on the image for the first time. At first, I scoffed, then, I froze.

It was a proof picture, an elaborate one at that. A crowd of girls, all in boring underwear, were in the gym, our gym, and fucking each other.

"An orgy?" I asked as if I needed confirmation.

The picture was proof enough, there was no denying it. Every single girl in the room was busy grabbing, eating, or fingering someone else. Their faces were blurred, so the game council had already approved it, and whoever submitted the image would be rolling in thousands of points.

"Who-" I started to ask, then spotted the girl in the center of it all, covered in tattoos and what I assumed was a mixture of sweat and cum. Her face was blurred, but it wasn't just her face, she was wearing a mask, completely concealing her identity.

I frowned.

There weren't any girls attending St. Anne's that had tattoos like that unless they had been hiding them.

And why would they do that unless-

"She's coming for your throne," Jared said, affirming what I already knew.

***

I walked down the halls, staring down anyone that cast a judgmental glance in my direction. The word was out, the whole school knew:

While I was distracted, someone else, a girl had taken it upon herself to try and steal the crown.

And from Jared's calculations, and the intel from Jude, our inside man, the masked fucker had earned over eighteen thousand points in one night.

Jude swore he knew nothing more than that, no names, no details, nothing. Yeah, right.

He was sworn to secrecy, I knew that. If he squealed, his deepest, kinkiest moments would be sent to every living member of his family in a matter of seconds.

But I was mad anyway, mad at Jude, mad at the games, and mad at myself.

Only one of the orgy photos was leaked. Apparently, there was a shitload more hiding in the game officials' files.

Jared cleared his throat next to me, the only other person that woke up as stressed as I was, "I have bad news."

"More?" I asked, grim and tired of the day already. First, I realized that Julia could have recorded us on the rooftop, and then, I discovered a sexy, not-so-fun girl orgy thrower that wanted my title?

What could be worse?

Jared sighed, "See that time stamp?"

"Yeah," I said, barely glancing at the phone screen. I had seen the image a million times, and every time, the pit in my stomach grew.

I had practically memorized it.

Who just has a dragon cock laying around anyway?

"That format isn't common for pictures."

"So?"

He stopped walking, forcing me to pay attention. "It means the pictures are actually stills of a video."

"And that makes a difference?"

Jared locked his jaw, "Maybe."

I didn't ask how. I didn't want to know at the moment. All I could focus on was Julia, walking right in front of me, chatting it up happily with Piper.

Jared noticed my attention shift and sighed, "Just go."

"Really?" I asked, sure that he would make me commiserate with him until class started.

"You need the points."

He was right, I was out of time.

I glanced down the hall, watching Julia turn a corner and disappear.

I had to fuck her, today.