"Shit," Erina muttered. "Care to guess who called the cops?"

Akira quickly got dressed. "Alice?"

Ryo smacked his forehead in a 'duh' motion. "Why do you think she left without saying anything? Fucking Cunt is probably laughing it up back at the mansion."

Erina got between the two. "We're on the ground floor, we have the advantage. Stay calm and follow me to my car."

Akira would soon discover Erina had the foresight to park in a location obscured by several trees. The group hopped into her black Corvette. Erina took off, getting a safe distance away from the dorm.

"So where are we going?" Akira asked over the whistle of the wind.

"Your place," she replied.

Akira glared. "What?!"

"We can't go back to my place, because it's in the direction of the city. And we can't go to Ryo's place, because Ryo's place is Alice's place. That leaves you, the sweet innocent son of a faculty member."

"Who is sporting a major hard-on," Ryo said as he lit a cigarette. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of you."

His words sent shivers down Akira's spine. "I'm sure my mother will be thrilled that I have friends."

Minutes later, when Erina pulled into the driveway, Akira quickly exited. Quietly opening the front door, he could see his mother asleep at her computer. The fair-skinned woman with her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail was collapsed, snoring. Akira looked at the screen. The document was covered in a random jumble of letters. She'd passed out in the middle of a project.

"I'll try to salvage the information," Erina offered. "You and Ryo carry her to the sofa."

Akira turned to Ryo. "I got this. You, head to the bedroom, make yourself comfortable." With her slender figure, Akira could easily lift his mother by himself. He placed her on the sofa, covering her body with a nearby blanket. "Goodnight, Mum."

Akira entered his bedroom to the sight of Ryo lying naked on the bed. "Your mattress feels amazing!"

Akira took off his shirt and laid next to Ryo. "Dare I ask what Alice has you sleep on?"

"When she wants to fuck, I get to sleep in her canopy bed," Ryo said with a laugh. "Otherwise I sleep in the servant quarters."

"Servant quarters?"

Ryo nodded. "I'm a servant. It's where I belong. All of my medals and trophies are the property of Alice's parents." Akira's chest was heaving. He couldn't imagine such a painful, dehumanizing existence. Ryo gazed lovingly into Akira's eyes. "Would you like to hear the story of how I became Alice's lapdog? I'll tell you, I'm not ashamed."

"Sure," Akira said, cuddling close.

Ryo stroked Akira's chest. "I was born on Sakhalin Island, just off the east coast of Russia. My mother worked in the fish market. I went with her every day, she was my first teacher."

Akira could hear the sadness in his voice. He glided his thumb across Ryo's trembling lower lip. "Please don't cry. You're too beautiful to cry."

Ryo closed his eyes. "After my father died at sea, my mother became sick with fever. I was eight-years-old when she passed away." A single tear rolled down Ryo's cheek. "Her employer took custody of me, putting me to work to pay off my family's debts."

Akira kissed Ryo's forehead. He knew what it was like to have no one. The courage it took to not give into the hopelessness. Fate would reward Akira with a kind, loving adoptive mother. All while Ryo would be stuck as a glorified butler.

"Then Alice came along," Ryo sighed. "She likes to say her family adopted me, but in truth they purchased me."

Erina entered the room. "The files are edited and saved." She glanced at the boys. "What were we talking about?"

Ryo sat up, wiping his eyes. "I was telling Akira about how I plan on leaving Alice after graduation."

"You were?" Akira asked.

"Yes, I was!" Ryo added with a glare.

Akira threw up his hands. "Ok, man"

"Where would you go, Ryo?" Erina asked.

Ryo shrugged as pulled together a pile of pillows. "Maybe California."

Akira stripped down to his boxers. With his still hard cock, he laid on the opposite side of the bed, facing away from Ryo. Akira figured he could masturbate after everyone else went to sleep.

Erina undressed down to her bra and underwear. "I swear when I get to Paris the first thing I'm going to do is get breast reduction surgery." She slid in, between the boys, but her focus was on Akira. "Can you imagine me working sixteen-hour shifts with these things?"

Akira yawned. "Do whatever makes you happy."

Erina reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Akira could tell by the way she flexed her shoulders her actions were for her own comfort. He had resigned himself to sleeping without a pillow until Erina pulled him close. "Let me be your strength," she whispered as she caressed her fingers down his jaw. "Let me your friend."

Akira nodded, his face pressed against her soft breast. "I'd like that."

Erina stroked his cheek. "Come to Paris with me."

"Paris?" Akira chuckled. "Me? Working in Paris?"

Ryo moved closer, leaning his body over Erina's. "Yes, you: the brilliant Spice master with the gorgeous body."

Erina turned to Ryo. "You should come too. We can all go together." She pulled Ryo's face to her other breast. "With my family's fortune, we'll take Paris by storm!"

Akira was relaxing to the sound of her heartbeat. Placing his hand on her wrist, he could feel her pulse; the rhythm of her body. Akira kissed her chest, tracing his tongue along her collarbone. He slipped his hand between her legs only to discover Ryo already had two fingers, knuckle deep, inside Erina's pussy.

Akira stroked Erina's stomach, her muscles becoming tense and tight as she softly cried out his name. "Kira..."

A smile crept across his face. Even with Ryo inside of her, Erina wanted him. Akira licked his finger. Then ever so slowly he rubbed her engorged clit. He could feel Erina spreading her legs. Akira knew she was inviting both him and Ryo to touch her. Maybe he could eat Erina's pussy while Ryo massaged her breasts. Or perhaps she'd allow him to fuck her. In that moment there was nothing he wanted more.