32. Name of Dildos

**Emara Stone**

After the second lecture ends, I chose to just sit in the class during the break than go out and be a victim of people's horny and envious gaze. I see Rose walking up to me with a book in her hand. "Hi Emara, can you give this book to Ethan?" She asks me in her tiny voice.
I look at her thousand dollars clothes and remind myself that I might have to sell my kidneys to look like her. "Of course. Today is his last day of suspension anyway." I tell her just in case that's what she came here for.
But to my surprise, I see no surprise on her face. Oh wait... she already knows.
"That's great. Um... I was thinking if you would like to join the Annual fest's fashion show? A lot of people want to see you on stage." She asks me politely.
Oh, that annual college fest that everyone’s ass is excited about. A day to celebrate the end of the year with music, dance, and silly dicky games. *Blah*!
"Sorry Rose, I have no interest in the fashion show, but thanks for asking." I honestly don't even know how to walk properly and definitely ain't walking in skirts to please the horny audience who are ready to take my booty pictures. *Naw naw!*
"It's okay. If you change your mind let me know." She gives me a short smile and turns around in her expensive heels to walk away. I pick up the heavy Java book that weights equal to a newborn baby and walk to the hallway where student lockers are situated.
*How the hell did she carry this?*
I open my locker that has cobwebs in it. I throw the brick heavy book, and as soon as I close it, I squeal in surprise as I see him standing beside me with an innocent smile.
"Hardick! You scared me."
"Hi Emara. I wanted to talk with you about something." He nervously speaks in his Indian accent. In one glance, Hardick looks like he has a very sad life. He has messy hair, his roommate is an asshole and his neighbors are nuts. [Dick Joke]
"Yeah.. What is it?" I ask while staring at his AC/DC t-shirt, which is loosely hanging on his shoulders that even I can fit in it.
"Would you like to be our model?" He looks at me with hope as he passes me a paper. My eyebrows sink as I read it.

Episode: Game of Bids.
$10- Take a Selfie
$20- Hit a Tomato
$50- Get followed back on all Social Medias
$80- One minute Dance
$100- Hit two smelly Eggs
$150- Get a Kiss
$200- Hit a full force Slap

*What the fucktooth is this?*
"We are organizing a fundraising booth in our college's Annual Fest where people will bid on our models and pay to get a selfie or dance in return." I read the paper again and notice there are a lot more things than just selfie or dance.
"Rita and her friend Preda have already agreed to be our model, and I was thinking if you would join then all the students would rush to our booth and we could raise a good amount."
I chew my lips in pressure as I feel awful about rejecting his offer. I really don't want to be displayed as a model so motherfuckers can throw anything at me. "Do not worry, all the not so welcome things are high on price so hardly anyone will choose it." Hardick says while adjusting his aunty glasses.
I gulp the thick saliva of guilt, Hardick always saved a seat for me, lend me his books, and shared his homework with me.
"Okay." I agree under the weight of our friendship.
Hardick's eyes lit up like Christmas as he hears me, "Wow! I never expected you would agree. Thank you so much, Emara." He happily exclaims not believing his luck. But suddenly his happy Teletubby face disappears as he stutters, "O-ok. See you. B-bye."
I frown as I see him running away as if he saw a castration machine.
"Who was he?"
I jolt up in surprise as I hear a growl behind my head. I swiftly turn around and see Ryan the Ass staring at me with brown hooded eyes.
"Hard-Hardick, my classmate.” I mumble looking at his grey shirt which is hugging his body like a hoe. His dark hair is messy that is adding up to his bad boy look.
I am convinced that Ryan is carved by the gods. They took their day off and put extra attention on him while they designed him... Sexy, check. Hot, check. Asshole, check.
Ryan narrows his eyes dangerously at me, he leans a little as he grits, "Oh well, I am harder and trust me, he won't be hard for much longer." His jaw clenches as he stares at me with his demonic eyes.
I gulp and nod to whatever he said. Don’t eat me, please.
"What are you doing this weekend?" Ryan asks as he stands straight showing off his tall height to my short ass. "Nothing much." I reply short as my heart thumps into little beats. *Is he going to ask me out on a date? Is he?*
"Good."
Suddenly he slams two heavy files on my tiny hands and grunts, "I want them completed by Monday with all the diagrams and tables." His deep voice is laced with authority and I remember my book is still under his captive. I wonder how he treats her pages.
"What are these?" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and stare at him stupidly. "My submission reports. Just copy and paste it." He says nonchalantly while gazing at my attire. I open a file and see there are around fifty-sixty pages with some complicated drawing of engines and machines.
*What in the name of dildos are these?*
Ryan, without any warning, leans down to my face. My heart twerks rapidly. People stop their steps and turn around to look at us as he places his sturdy arms on the locker behind my head and cage me in between. Like a Korean romantic movie scene.
"Now say, yes master, I'll do it."
My eyes widen as I stare at his roguish face that is reeking of immoral intentions. I lick my lips and say, “Yes mass-ahh!” I suddenly gasp as I feel my ass vibrating coz to my phone.
I immediately pull out my phone and pick up whoever called. "Ema boo, guess what? Tonight we are going to a Paarrrtyy!" Anna screams from the other side.
I grip the phone tightly as her excitement shakes my hand. "There will be lots of booze and hot guys.” She screams through the speaker. I purse my lips as Ryan glares at me with his cold, emotionless eyes.
"Yay o-okay. Anna, I'll call you later." I gulp under his gaze and keep the phone back in my ass pocket.
Ryan looks pissed, his eyes are narrowed to the limit that I can hardly see the whites in them. His jaw clenches as he annoyingly spats, "I am still waiting."
His muscular arms beside my head remind me I am imprisoned between the locker and his rigged hard body. I gulp the stubborn saliva and mumble, "Mass-turd, I'll complete it."
Ryan nods with a serious face. My heart backflips in my chest as his rough thumb rubs on my jaw as he warns, "You better complete it coz trust me, Amara.. You don’t want to see me mad.”
*Oh boy!*