All Chapters of Naughty #teXXXt: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I went to the campus police station after I left Keith at his class. He’d been worried about me walking around on my own, but I wasn’t. Let Rachel and her ‘sisters’ play their stupid games. The law was on my side. I filed a formal complaint against her, the sorority, and the owner of the car. Keith’s security cameras had caught the whole thing and recorded it. I gave the police a copy of the file for their records and walked out of the station happier and feeling lighter for doing it. The school didn’t want to do anything, fine. I’d go to the police. If the campus police didn’t want to do anything, I’d go to the sheriff, or whoever it was that was next on the list. Something had to be done about these stupid rituals they had in place.Because that’s all I could think that this was. Rachel wanted to be in the mean girls’ club, and this was her way of doing it. Or, the sorority had put her up to it as a hazing initiation or some bullshit like that. I didn’t know anything for sure, but

I wanted to run away. I wanted to never leave. Conflicted, that’s how I felt as I stared across the bed and through the glass wall. It was so… hot. But at the same time, so weird. I didn’t know where to look and my eyes moved from place to place.“It’s okay for you to look, Celia,” Keith whispered. “That’s why they’ve left the curtains open, so people can watch.” “Any people?” I whispered back; afraid they could hear me. “Sure, anyone the club lets in. And they don’t allow just anyone in. The only reason you’re here is that I brought you with me.” “I see.” But I didn’t. I thought we were going to a club, get drunk, and dance the night away. This was better, worse, a nightmare, but a fantasy too. I groaned and put my hands over my face. People did this?“What’s wrong? Is it too much?” “Do you want… that?” I gulped around the lump in my throat, shocked by what I saw, by what was happening. “Only if you do. That’s why I brought you here, Celia. So you can explore. I know I was your

“Where the fuck did you take her last night?” I asked Keith when he came home later that day. “She caught me here when she came home early, and I had no idea what she was talking about.” “I took her to the club. That club.” His grin told me all I needed to know about which club he’d taken Celia to last night. Well, that and what she’d said. I’d suspected it was the club, but I wanted to be sure and couldn’t exactly ask her, now could I? “You need to tell us this stuff, Keith. It’s my day today, I needed to know what you did last night. Luckily, she kind of told me herself but if she hadn’t, I would have been clueless. Then she’d have figured out something was wrong.” “Relax, Colin, I was going to tell you, I just didn’t have time to yet. By the way, she’s into it if you were wondering.” He had that smirk on his face, the one that made me want to punch him sometimes but this was good news. It meant we could tell her our secret when we were ready and maybe she wouldn’t freak out so m

The next day, I got up and my nose was stopped up and I could barely think straight because my head hurt so badly. I went into class anyway, because I didn’t want to miss a day but by the time I got to my English class with Becky, I wanted to just go home. She cornered me as the class ended and dragged me down to the diner. “I need to talk to you. It’s important.” She’d hissed the words in a way that told me she wasn’t just trying to get me to go eat with her. She really had something she needed to tell me. “Listen,” I said with my head over the cup of coffee I’d ordered. I let the steam roll up onto my face and into my nose. It didn’t help, but it didn’t hurt either. “I feel like complete shit, so I’m sorry if I don’t seem interested. I am. I just don’t feel well.” “I’m sorry, but I need to talk to you. I don’t know who else I could trust with this.” Her eyes welled up and she leaned closer to whisper. “It’s about Mike.” I looked around but didn’t see the waiter anywhere. “Is he

Becky drove us to her warehouse apartment, and we took the elevator up to the floor where her apartment was. I saw that it was mainly one room, with a closed in space for the bathroom and the bedroom. There was also a loft, which was where Becky slept on a mattress on the floor. A bohemian life for a girl a that wasn’t sure she wanted to be a true bohemian.Yet, I thought ruefully, I’d wanted the conservative life and had ended up being the bohemian one. I was numb for a while and didn’t say a lot. Becky, on the other hand, wouldn’t shut up. “I’m so sorry, Celia. I didn’t know how to tell you, and I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to make accusations that weren’t true, but I knew Keith was a player and that he and his brothers were fairly… kinky. I thought maybe you knew. Or that Keith had gone straight, finally.” She paused, dug out a bottle of scotch and poured two glasses. I gulped it, hungry for the delirium it gave so many. I wanted to pass out and forget the terrible words that Ra