EroticReverie

Jag Remington

I finish my reps in the gym and wipe my face with the hand towel and chug back the bottle water. 

"So what, like, how hot are we talking?" Blaze asks Damon of the apparent new girl. 

Damon has been talking her up for about thirty minutes, but Damon , as well as Blaze will fuck anything with a wet gash between it's legs. So if it has a pulse, and a pussy, Damon thinks it's worthy of his dick. 

"I'd suck her dad's dick just to fuck her" Damon says and we all pause and look at him. 

He shrugs. "She's that hot man." 

Everyone else laughs and we know he's joking, I just shake my head.

"so how big are the tits?" Malakai asks. 

Damon holds his hands out in front of his chest. "Big, like Ekaterina's and Jemmas"  he says and that gets my attention. 

Ekaterina Petrov was one of the Black River Bitches, and had long blonde hair, blue eyes, a big fucking tits on a small body. I'd had the pleasure of making those things bounce nice and hard quite a few times.  I was a breast man, I couldn't help it. Didn't matter the size really,  I loved them all, but the nice big naturals really made my cock misbehave and make bad decisions. 

"They real?" I ask and everyone looks to me, because it's the first time I've spoken since Damon brought her up. 

"No way man, no, she's mine, I've got dibs." Damon says. 

I just smirk. "So that's a yes." 

Damon rolls his eyes. "Fuck off man, no, she's spoken for" he says.

"I think we'll let her decide that." I say, poking the bear. Damon grits his teeth. 

"Fuck you man." he says and I laugh. 

I shower and get dressed, really hoping to lay eyes on this new girl today. Hopefully she's been informed of how things go around here, because I'd hate to have to teach her how it goes. I grin to myself. 

Pulling on the navy pants, and light blue shirt, with my navy blazer over it. I button up my shirt to hide the large gothic style number seven tattoo on the middle of my chest.  We all have the same tattoo in the same spot. 

I slip on the gold ring  of the snake head with rubies for eyes that we all also have, and push back my black hair and run a small amount of styling gell through it. Piercings aren't allowed here at Black River Prep , but I lick my tongue over my silver lip ring and then straighten my tie in the mirror. 

During breakfast we all sit at the side of the room where our table runs along the wall , looking over the rest of the cafeteria. 

I eat the egg white and spinach omlet  I got and drink my water as the rest of the seven shove down bacon and pancakes and fucking cups of syrup. 

I sit in the middle. Malakai to my right, followed by Lincoln and Alexander. To my left is Blaze, Rafe, then Damon. 

A low whistle comes from the table , I let my eyes look to Damon , who is looking across the cafeteria with Rafe, and then Blaze is looking too. I follow their gazes and force myself not to react when I lay eyes on Mercy fucking Moore. 

How in the hell? Damon said the new girl went by Lilith. Fuck me. That's Mercy's middle name.

It's a small fucking world. 

Mercy Moore was a cute little blonde twelve  year old when I'd known her when living in Colorado.  She went to our school for a year and a half before she moved away and fuck, I remember her. 

Damon whistles a high pitch, catching everyones attention, everyone pauses and he points to Mercy. 

"Yo Red!" he calls. 

"Come here!" he says and Mercy cocks a brow and smirks, then lifts her hand and lifts her middle finger to Damon. 

I watch as Jemma Montgomery grabs her hand and stops her, shaking her head leaning in to whisper something and she must sense whatever Jemma is telling her she better heed, because the girl looks like she might be pissing  under that pleated navy skirt , in her panties. Hmmm, I wonder what type of panties she had on. 

The nearest low , grabs her arm and she squeals as she's yanked, her red hair flying as she stumbles. 

The lows are the guys who serve us. Want to be us and will do for us what we require of them just to stay in our good graces. 

"Let me go you prick!" she says, but he's already managed to pull her across the cafeteria.  I fight back the smirk I feel, because that's definitely Mercy fucking Moore. Fiery little bitch. Cute. But a fucking pain in the ass. The girl had a big fucking mouth that she didn't know when to shut , and a big fucking attitude.  I liked it. I liked it alot. But it just wouldn't do here. Not at Black River and she needed to learn.