A girl was walking down the street with a guy who had his arm around her waist. At first it looked like any normal couple. Then I recognized her.
Yumi.
The ice-queen student council president. She transferred out a few days ago. No one really knew why she left school so suddenly.
But everyone whispered it was because of Mike. He uploaded that video of him with her in the group "The Vault".
She got called the ice queen because of her cold personality and that unreachable beauty. No one could get close to her.
"Isn't that Yumi?" Shawn asked, eyes wide as we both watched her.
"Yeah..."
"But who's that old man with her?" He muttered. We didn't know much about her life. I never even talked to her once.
"Her father... maybe?"
"No way," he said, shaking his head. "Look at his hand. It's way too low on her waist. No dad holds his daughter like that."
We started following them watching from afar from across the road.
We kept a safe distance behind them, walking slow so Yumi wouldn't notice. It was unlikely she'd even recognize us if she turned around, but my heart was pounding anyway. I didn't want to take any chances.
Shawn whispered next to me, "Dude, look at her outfit today."
I glanced again. Yumi had on a black leather half-jacket that stopped just above her waist, a tight white crop top that hugged her chest and showed a her whole stomach, and super short denim shorts that barely covered anything.
Her long legs looked endless. She looked nothing like the cold, perfect ice queen from school. This version of her felt… wild. Almost like a different person.
The old man walking with her had his arm low around her waist, fingers resting right on the curve of her hip. Every few steps his hand slipped lower, brushing or squeezing her ass through the shorts.
She didn't push him away. She just smiled up at him and leaned in closer, like it was normal.
My stomach twisted hard.
Bro, he's gotta be fifty at least," Shawn muttered under his breath. "And she's just letting him grope her like that?"
"Could be her boyfriend. We don't know." I said, trying to sound calm even though my stomach was turning.
"Yeah, totally believable." Shawn replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.
I was scared to keep following them, but my feet wouldn't stop. We stayed back far enough, hiding in the crowd whenever we could.
Shawn looked more excited than sick, like we were in some detective movie about to uncover a big secret.
We followed for a few more blocks, heart pounding the whole time. Then they turned into a narrow side street, quiet and shaded by tall buildings.
We stopped at the corner and peeked around the wall.
They were standing face to face. The old man was pretty tall, towering over her a little. They talked about something, voices low, too far for us to hear.
We crept closer, ducking behind some stacked cardboard boxes for cover.
"Hurry up. I don't have much time" Yumi said in that cold tone everyone knew from school.
"What's the rush? I know you love it too" the old man grinned, hands on his hips. He talked like this wasn't their first time, casual and confident.
Then Yumi dropped to her knees right there, face level with his crotch.
She pressed her back against the rough brick wall, knees bent a little. The old man stepped closer and started unzipping his pants slow, like he had all the time in the world.
My jaw fell open.
Shawn let out a quiet "Holy shit…"
Yumi's head started moving slow, taking him deep into her mouth. Her hands rested on his thighs for balance. The old man groaned low, one hand tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm.
I couldn't believe it. The girl everyone called untouchable, the ice queen no guy at school could even get close to, was giving a blowjob to some random old man in a dirty alley.
She worked him steady, lips sliding up and down, cheeks hollowing a little. Wet sounds echoed softly in the quiet street. The old man's breathing got heavier, hips rocking forward.
After a few minutes he tensed up, fingers tightening in her hair. His hips jerked. Yumi pulled back quick, but not fast enough. Some still landed in her mouth.
She turned her head and spit on the ground, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
"Why didn't you warn me?" she complained, voice annoyed but not angry.
The old man chuckled, zipped up, and pulled out his wallet. He counted some bills, then added a few extra and tucked them into her jacket pocket.
"I couldn't control, I will next time. Really. Her take some extra" he said with a grin.
He leaned in close and muttered something we barely caught because of the distance: "…Mike always brings fine women."
Then he walked off calm, hands in pockets, like he'd just bought coffee.
Yumi stood there for a second, fixing her hair and wiping her mouth again. Then she started walking the other way.
"Let's talk to her." Shawn stood up and went after her.
"Wait—no!" I hissed, but he was already stepping out.
I knew it was a bad idea but I had no choice but to follow.
To be continued…
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