F019. Morning after.

Jul, 26th

What happened in that warehouse. I need to know. Slept two hours tonight.

Police is under control. The scapegoat is under chains.

The school is locked. Police instructions under my suggestion. Better have the town under check.

The doctors won't even tell me if Tom is going to live or die before a week passes. I need all the help I can muster. I will use Grace's clothes and make her work with Ubik. Then I'll have Bobby running his own inquiry. So many students and staff. Someone must have seen something. The warehouse has just one door.

I look at the watch. Grace and Ubik will be here soon. I think of Grace and I grab a condom from the drawer, pocketing it. Today i feel like having her. Well, let's see how she reacts to the news.

1.10 - Tom meets a prostitute

Scene 1.10 - Tom meets a prostitute

Tom is distressed. His meeting with Grace had been a disaster. Bobby is pressing him. And the principal's assistant treated him as a kid. He's trying to collect ideas when a prostitute shows up.

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Tom looks down on the table.

Tom grumbles to himself. He looks like a man who is rehearsing his own mistakes.

Tamar Boram walks up to the guy sitting alone, letting out a soft smile "hey.. enjoying the breeze?"

Tom raises his eyes to the woman. Only the older boys and girls come here, but this one looks completely different. She's same age as them, but he's immediatly sure she's not in the college. Looking away from her, he answers with an uncertain "hey.."

Tamar Boram leans forwards him, putting a hand on the table. Her breasts bounce softly in front his eyes, her cheap scent surrounding him "its a nice place, it is? perhaps a bit lonely...", she states with a soft smile

Tom fletches his arms, bloated by too much gym for his age. He plays with his fingers. "I like to be alone. And it's just a heap of waste." He turns to her. "Who are you? I've never seen you in town. They don't like strangers here."

Tamar Boram smiles at him, her lips near his ear as she answers with a low voice "i'm Tami, hun.. im quite new here in town.. and you? you look a bit.. ehm.. stressed, dont you?", she asks while offers him a good sight of her cleavage "perhaps i could take some of that built up tension from your body" ", she adds with a wicked grin

Tom rubs the dirt under him, pressing with his shoes. He turns to her voice, just in time to see her bend. Memories of the last day flash in front of his eyes. "what? Are you proposing.." He stops to look better at her. "wait. You.. uh.." scratching his ear "you, it's your job, you are a..."

Tamar Boram reaches for his cheek with the back of her fingertips, nodding a little "i am, hun.. im an.. eh.. an experienced girl...why dont we look for a quiet place and have.. some fun together", she smirks, glad to have eaten mints after her last job

Tom pulls up, slowly, from the bench. His imagination runs. Puffing air from his nose, he looks at her with loathing. "and you will want a gift, right? That's how it works?"

Tamar Boram chuckles, moving a fingertip to his lips "well, we are in capitalism, you know, time is igold and all that shit..... i offer, you pay.. thats how it works..."

Tom touches his pocket, trying to remember how much he's got with him. He nods and turns on his feet. "Ok. But you will have to be good.. a pro.. I .. " and walks on, leaving the sentence suspended.

Tamar Boram chuckles again "im good, you will see...but we should talk of business in advance, hun...", following at him

Tom looks around, then bumps the door with his shoulder, as he saw older boys do. He slips in the stinky cabin. Turning to her he nods again, then "in advance. I-I'ts ok."

Tamar Boram comes into the cabin "nice place... ", she mumbles while peeks around. Then she turns her head to him "$100 for full service, ok?", she states "you will enjoy, i swear.."

Tom takes his glasses off. "uh, 100, it's ok. But I want you to make me last.. you .. you should know how to do it, ok? I don't want it over in one minute. If you end it too quicly, it does not, it does not count. It's ok?" He opens his wallet, showing several 100$ bills.

Tamar Boram looks up at him "ok, hun..i got it.. lets do it slow.. but pay me 50 now, ok? you know.. you look as a cute guy, but.. i dont know you...yet", she grins, reaching for his chin and pinching it softly while thinks to work with students is like to work in a gold mine

Tom looks again in the wallet. "I have only 100s.. " and hands her one. "I'll be, be, angry if you play a trick on me, ok?" She can feel his breath, quickened, when she moves nearer. The boy is already terribly aroused.

Tom: can I , can I touch you now?

Tamar Boram extends one hand "gimme 50 now...", she grins while starts caressing his face with her free hand "and you can touch me.. sure.. anywhere you want..", she whispers, her face closer his

Tom gives her a 100$ bill. "here. " then moves his hands to her breasts, pressing over her top. His hands feel large, clumsy, and sweaty. He just presses, then he tries to squeeze, softly, and shivering.

Tamar Boram quickly holds his bill between two fingers and keeps it in her bag in an expert gesture. She shakes her shoulder slightly, sliping her bag and dropping it to the ground, then wrapping her arms around his waist, looking down at his hands "do you want me naked yet, sugarcake?"

Tom takes his hands back quickly. "Eh. Sure miss.. Tam.. how should I call you? Yes, I want to see you naked, I'd love that."

Tamar Boram smiles, reaching for her nape with a hand and undoing her top, letting it flutter to the ground as she gives a soft jiggle to her now bare breasts "perhaps would you help me wiht my shorts, hun? they tighten so much...", she whispers as she uses her other hand to rubb his back

Tom: suuure!

Tamar Boram buckes her hips, unbuttoning her hotpants and then reaching for his shirt "iwill unbutton you while you take off my shorts.. it seems a fair deal, it is?", she grins, realizing his arousal

Tom leans over her and touches her hips, grasping her pants. His face gets near, way too near to her tits. He mutters a "can I.." but can't wait and takes her nipple in his mouth. He sucks a bit, then, looking down, he tugs her pants.

Tamar Boram unbuttons his shirt, taking it off while lets out a soft moan, pretending to enjoy his suck "mmh.. you know how turn on a girl, sweey".. she whispers, feeling her pants sliding down to her ankles

Tamar Boram smiles while unbuttons his pants,shoving her hands inside and circling her fingers around his cock as she wriggles out of her hotpants "thats unfair.. youre still wearing pants..and me not..", she grins

Tom stiffens as her fingers touch his pants. His cheeks inflate, he reddens and moans a "ummm no oww". Somethig stirs in his pants and when she reaches inside, it's soaked in jizz. "uuh. Damn damn damn.. I told you!"

Tamar Boram lips curl in dissapointment "gosh, hun..what you did..?", she snickers, feeling her finger soaked with his sperm

Tom groans. "I told you to be.. I..."

Tom looks flustered. It's clear from his reaction this has already happened to him. He looks away, not knowing what to do now.

Tom puffs. "I want my money back now."

Tamar Boram shakes her head "are you kidding? you paid me already.. perhaps we can stiff this again", she smiles while pokes his now spent cock

Tom looks at her, nervous. "Hm, yes, go-good idea. Le-let me see what y-you can do."

Tamar Boram strokes his cock slightly, pondering about how silly looks students "i will get you nice and stiff again..."

Tom shivers and retracts. Her touch pains him in his current state. He looks away and suggest "pe-pe-perhaps with yo-your mouth?"

Tamar Boram leans forwards, her mouth reaching for one of his nipples and licking it gently, then moving back and looking up at him "sure...", she whispers while kneeling in front of him, bringing his sticky cock to her mouth and starting to suck on it

Tom feels even the touch of her tongue as a puncture. He gnaws on his teeth, the feeling slowly changing in a better one, and his cock stirs in the expert lips. He groans, and slowly his blood returns, fillling the whore's mouth. "aagh.. yes. yes, better, better"

Tamar Boram looks up at him,whispering mouthfull of cock "i told you, sugarcake..", as she cups his balls with one hand, squeezing them, while strokes the manhood with her other one

Tom looks happier now. He manages to say "you have a, uh, great mouth", without stuttering. He feels his cock becoming even harder than before, a spear inside her mouth. "uh.. slow.. I.."

Tamar Boram sucks deeper, his cock bulging her cheek as she slurps and drools "i see you're ready, hun..do you want to come in my mouth or in my wet box?" , she grins, stopping for a while

Tom looks thankful. He nods and licks his lips "of course I'd like to.. I have paid for that, haven't I?" He helps her up "Jump over, hehe, over the bed!"

Tamar Boram smiles "you did, sugarcake", while hops onto the bed, legs wide spread, a hand tugging on her panties and pulling them aside "come here.."

Tom caresses her legs and pulls her panties down, smiling "sure. Hurrying.."

Tom slips off his pants and kneels between her legs. "you will.. eh.. I'm.. shouldnt I use a condom?"

Tamar Boram quickly fingers herself for a while, trying to bet a bit wet before he start to fuck her "come here, my love..", she smiles while pointing at her bag on the ground "they are there..."

Tom rustles in her bag, his eyes captured by her fingers. He fumbles with the first one but manages to don the second rubber. He jumps over her "nice, uh, nice boots." and presses on to her slit. On the third try he's inside.

Tom: hnnghh!! oh.. ooh.

Tamar Boram winces softly as he penetrates her so clumsily "good hun.. welcome to my wet box", she grins while starts moving her hips in a slow rhythm, clenching her inner muscles so she can tighten her sex

Tom 's mind flashes with images of his victory. He has to say "uh.. I'm .. good.. I'm fucking you I'm fucking you! Gosh I am..."

Tamar Boram shudders with his thrusts, faking a moan "oh, gosh.. really you are.. youre so good inside me..", she lies, knowing all guys love to hear words like these

Tom closes his eyes and moans "uh, ugh. So good. So.. good..." He's near to release, but still too near to the last orgasm. He tries and tries, then something flashes in his mind. Another woman. He falls over Tamar's shoulders and feels him becoming quickly limp inside. He mutters "g-Grace.."

Tamar Boram back arches sharply, only her head and her ass touching the matress as she shakes her head from side to side, moaning loud as she pretends to enjoy with Tom, "ooh.. gosh..great!!", she moans as she feels him releasing his shoot

Tom rolls on the side. He feels enraged and angry at himself and at her. Then he's struck by an idea. He bends to reach his wallet. "Uh. Eh.. Tam, I want to ask you so-something more." He pulls out other two bills and looks at her.

Tamar Boram turns her head to him,leaning an elbow on the bed "yes, sugarcake?", she asks with a smile, her eyes locked to the bills.

Sandon College & Boarding School

Sandon College & Boarding School
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The Sandon Boarding College is an elite, East Coast boarding school for boys and girls. It is isolated, away from any cell phones, without television reception.

Entry into The Sandon almost guarantees an Ivy League or equivalent, prestigious education. Only the wealthiest, most well-connected boys and girls, and a handful of scholarship winners, attend The Sandon. The students and families, though are also carefully selected. Everyone at the Sandon has a connection with a secret or a hidden guilt.

The Sandon accepts 50 students per year, has 24 teachers, 2 janitors, a nurse, a secretary and a Principal. It has a sex ratio of 60/40 girls to boys. It is also a recruiting location for the Satin Circle.

Every year between four and eight girls are selected, after having been watched for their entire time at the collecge, for their beauty and their susceptibility to the Sandon's special training regime....

UR006 Diary Entry

I was concerned from the Bobby's behavior. His voice was tremorous and he couldn't complete his sentences. And on top of that the incident with his friend Tom. I forget momentarily about any reward and get sympathetic towards him. Himself forgot about controlling the doors and he could not think clear when he heard something wrong is happening to his best friend. I try to calm him down, telling him that panic is never a good consult and there is always time to act, if you think clearly... well if only I could do this.

I offer to help him finding out what happened to his friend and we postpone the discussion about the doors for later on. I promise to help him, if he comes up with a reasonable explanation of why he needs to tamper the doors for. After all, you don't bite the hand that feeds you.

We switch the conversation back to Tom. He suggests that we should talk with the homeless guy that was arrested. Though being in custody, this might be difficult. I ask him who else could help on this and mentions Grace. We make a phone call to Grace, but she does not answer. Given the situation, she is probably not attending her usual schedule and so we email her on finding anyone of us, when she gets a chance.

I suggest we find out who Tom has spend time with lately. They might know or noticed something. He agrees to talk to his fellow students and come back with a list of persons that have seen Tom the last days. I suspect that Bobby knows something more private by the look in his eyes, but he does not say. Perhaps Grace knows something as well; we have to wait until she appears.

Afterwards, I call the Principal's secretary and ask her to arrange an appointment for me, when he is available. I sense that there might be meat in this case and he has asked for discrete investigative help before. Perhaps, he might be interested in finding out himself the details of what he is going on - though he must know more, I hear that he is the one that called the medic chopper. And maybe, he could use his influence as a school principal to get us an interview with the accused homeless. If he really wants to, he might claim that the guy was an old graduate of the school and find a reason to speak or guarantee for him.

How to play "Sandon C R I S I S - Who hurt Tom?"

This story will be an investigation on an incident involving a student, Tom - a geek.

Tom's best friend, Bobby Reads, will look for the truth. But he's not likely to manage alone. His professor, Mr. Ubik, and Grace, who Tom was in love with, may help. Not even Perenti and his minions have the story right at this moment. But how will they look for hints?

This is a good moment to push a character hint; perhaps you have seen something, as a certain hooker who should not have been in town, or an old homeless who is now accused of attempted murder..

Join Sandon for a hint and try to reconstruct the story.

F018. The helicopter.

I snap my knuckles and turn my wrist to check the time. It's ten past 7pm and the day is over, over finally. I did more paperwork than expected. I feel in control. Reason to party. I've been neglecting Christina, I think. Then the special phone rings.

I flip it open, kick the drawer and take the safe off the gun in the time I say "Perenti."

It's Venturi. It should not be her. She has no access to this line, I think. Wrong - she is supposed not to. As I correct myself mentally she is apparently saying security has called her, a student is critical and another dead, and she called in medevac from the local army base.

I'm saying "You need my clearance for that, Venturi, stop this madness now. We'll be on each and every newspaper..."

A loud noise of blades fending air makes me stop. I scream on the line but Venturi is gone. I fold on the desk and want to be home. A vague memory of being in control pops like a soap bubble.

I pull up and light a cigarette. Keeping calm is the only way. I take five deep drafts.

Then I throw the chair back and start running.

BR005

Bobby looks at the professor. What can he say - that he just wants to do it - that he is not going to do no stinky project? Bobby needs to find a way - help - he has a strange feeling about the school. He never realized - but now he's starting to put things together. The professor blinks and smiled when Bobby hints to a reward. Great, Bobby now you make up a reward.

"Professor Ubik - I ..."

".. this college is strange. Mr. Perenti is strange. He made us.."

".. his assistant, Ms. Christina."

Bobby gulps a lot - not knowing how much to say.

"He took me, Tom and other friends - a weekend - in a hut in the woods - Ms. Christina was there. Professor - I can tell you more - in exchange for your help."

"This college is strange. I want something - to feel safer. We could have control on all doors - only me and you. I.."

Bobby is interrupted. A girl from his class opens the door - shrieking. "Bobby! Have you HEARD what happened to Tom?"