142 Porn with plo (1/2)
There was only one round remaining and no team had joined corporate, showing that his plot to scorch the Earth with insults was a great success!
Watching the progress of Bens group, the other teams realized theyd made a mistake. However, joining a slow-growth niche now was no longer a profitable option. In addition, Ben already dominated the segment, which would make it even harder to gain traction. This was the benefit of Bens first-mover advantage! He held a monopoly!
Smirking, he overjoyed that his corporate sugarmommy was to be his alone! The other groups couldnt touch her! Do not pass goo Do not collect three-fiddy
Ben rubbed his hands together…visualizing how much easier the rest of the semester would be if he could lock down an early A in this class. It would leave him more time to spend doing anything he wanted! And what he wanted was to allocate 99% of that time to clam slamming!
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The other 1%? Cleanup…
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However, there was one major obstacle before he could celebrate or inseminate
It was the group in first placeOlivias team.
After class Friday, Ben waited outside the building, cornering one of his burn victims, holding him hostage under threat of poison breath…
Breaking like Bens promise to not finish inside, the rat spilled everything he knew about the group at the top of the rankings…
Sitting at his desk, Ben recalled what he heard about Olivias prowess. It was worrisome…but he wasnt weak-willied either
Ben was confident in his tactics. Tomorrow, theyd see who the final winner was!
Finished with the competition software, he switched to checking his email, when his computer screen filled with a random spam pop-up of a 3-D hentai. Releasing a long sigh, Ben looked around to double-check Fariq wasnt there, and prepared for a technology-pressured wank
Black Mirror was right
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During the same time Ben launched another Fast & Furious sequelthe tall Olivia entered a cafe. Looking for someone, her eyes scanned through the tables like a proud eagle…or a megalomaniac beagle…
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There, by the window, a man sat at a brown wooden square table, sipping on his bitter black coffee. Seeing Olivia enter, he didnt greet her. Instead, he crossed his arms and leaned back, displaying his wariness of this well-known classmate.
Unsurprised by his reaction, Olivia walked over to him and took the opposite seat. ”Hello, Lawrence” she greeted in her British accent.
”I dont have such a juvenile hobby, nor the time to squander. Ive asked you here for a purpose”
Olivia leaned into the table and interlaced her fingers, her b.r.e.a.s.ts stretching out the front of her beige sweater
Seeing this, despite his indifferent act, Lawrence couldnt help but gulp. This was a famous school beauty he was talking to after all. She piqued his interest with those peaks…
She elaborated. ”I must assure my group emerges victorious in the marketing competition.”
Lawrence raised an eyebrow. ”Youre already in first. Whats the problem?”
Her expression became serious. ”My team calculated tomorrows outcome. As it stands, well be overtaken in the final round”
His eyes widened, finding it difficult to believe. Olivias group stood at the top of the rankings ever since the beginning. Even before the game started, if you were to ask anyone in class, they wouldve pegged her as the favorite. If youd asked any man and even a few of the women, they wouldve pegged her regardless…
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