Succubus Gambit Omnibus by Jonathan Evan Hudson

Author:Jonathan Evan Hudson [Hudson, Jonathan Evan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9798703263761
Google: xIgvzgEACAAJ
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: 2021-02-14T18:30:00+00:00

Chase’s thoughts scrambled for an excuse. A reason to drop Stacy from their date. The cherry scented babe would certainly work to ruin his chances with Tracy. A bet was a bet, after all. All’s fair in love and gambling. She might even use it to win the bet herself.

But he took too long.

The rancid TA slammed the table with his palm. The boom shaking the table. Shoving the track.

And silencing the physics lab for a moment.

A few guys from the other tables glanced over. Eye groped Tracy before turning back. No wonder she once held all guys with scorn.

“Miss Snow,” said the TA. His voice creaking like an angry door. “This isn’t play-time ah. How many angles have you completed so far?”

Tracy perked up. Gave the ratty bastard her best smile.

As if he deserved it for speaking English somewhat coherently.

“We’re ‘aving trouble collecting zee data,” she said, speaking too fast herself, “Zee cart keeps going too fazt, no?”

She always got too accented when nervous or excited. At least she didn’t drop in French words or weird sayings mutilated from translation.

But she wouldn’t like it if Chase jumped in yet. It would only embarrass her more. Like that time in biology lab when the TA roasted her for it during an oral presentation.

Just like in fencing, timing was everything.

“I don’t believe that,” said the TA. The Asian asshole speaking slower, better English just to show her up.

“Well, watch,” said Tracy. And carefully placed the cart on top of the track. “Ready, guyz?”

Stacy nodded. Wedged her slender candy cane self deeper between Rick and the table. Then banged the keyboard. A maestro at work.

Rick slumped away. Squirmed in his seat. Definitely suffering from the cherry fumes coming off the crazy redhead. Poor guy. He was nervous enough around girls as it was. And he was too cynical to think any girl would ever like him. All because he got teased too much early in life.

“Ready,” said Rick, “Go.”

Tracy released the cart. It whizzed down the track and smashed into the end. Flipped over and crashed into the table. Less than an inch from the TA’s fingers.

Another bang in the cacophony of bangs in the physics lab.

Yet the TA frowned more sour than concentrated lime juice.

“Got it,” said Stacy, “Ricky here used the wrong setting. Again. I think he enjoys watching us suffer, don’t you Rick?”

Then she bopped him with her hips.

His cheeks blushed red and he glanced away.

Damn. He really was too nervous around girls, too cynical. Something involving massive bullying in high school but he refused to say much more about it. Poor dude. Stacy kept trying her best to help him out but Chase doubted anything short of a full-fledged fucking, a friend with benefits or regular girlfriend style thing, would save the day for him.

Unless he was gay. It was possible. Though Chase hadn’t caught him looking at guys that way. Not yet, at least.

“This is unacceptable,” said the TA, as stiff as a broom up his rear, “The same people doing the same work for weeks.

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