As I watched Franka swipe some color over her lips, I imagined how they’d feel sliding up and down my dick. The thought was getting me hard, like it always did. God fucking damn, I wanted her so much! That’s what all this was for, after all. Otherwise, I never would have told her about the body.

She finished up her face and closed her compact. “Are you ready, Toby?”

“I guess,” I said. I pulled my balaclava over my head as she took out her phone. The sight of it brought back a wave of anxiety I thought I’d beaten.

“Do you have to film it?” I asked.

She dropped her shoulders and stared at me. “Yes!” she answered. “That’s the whole point of this. I told you. If you’re not going to let me film it, then we might as well go home.”

I swallowed. “Okay, okay. Just… you know…. You’ll disguise my voice, won’t you?”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course.”

“And you won’t mention the school by name?” I asked.

“Of course not,” she assured me for the hundredth time.

“And you’ll call me something different?”

“Toby we’ve been over this---”

I steamrolled. “Because I could get in a lot of trouble if the fraternity finds out, or---”

“Toby, Toby, Toby,” she said, turning on her feminine charms as she walked toward me. She laid a hand on my chest and I nearly shivered at her touch. “Relax,” she said, looking up into my eyes. “You’re doing me a huge favor here. Of course I’m going to take every precaution we’ve talked about. And….” She let her hand slide all the way down to my belt buckle. “There may even be a reward in it for you,” she added.

I swallowed again. Fuck, this woman knew how to rev my engine! She had all the power and she knew it.

A second later, she started filming. “Hey there, freakers!” she shouted into the camera. “It’s time for another Freaky Friday with Franka, and have I got a special treat for you tonight! Did you know that there’s a prominent science college in New England that hosts it’s very own dead body? And I don’t mean like a skeleton in a lab or even some Jeremy Bentham kind of shit. I mean a real, embalmed body, hidden away on campus by one of its fraternities! Apparently, it figures prominently in the frat’s initiation rituals, taking hazing to a whole new level!”

I stood by, listening, growing more and more uncomfortable as she cracked joke after joke about the frat. It wasn’t just that I belonged to it. It would have been fine if it was just that, but Franka clearly had no sense of what it took to get into the brotherhood. If she had, I guarantee you she wouldn’t have been joking about it.

She continued, “And tonight, we are very lucky to have a real frat brother with us to take us directly to where this body is hiding. Now, as you can imagine, this is some top secret shit, so we’ll have to keep his identity a secret, but say hi to ‘Freddy the frat bro!’”

She turned the camera on me and the sweat began to pour. I knew my face was concealed, and I knew she’d scramble my voice, but none of it comforted me. This was stupid and risky, all for the sake of some pussy, and I would only have myself to blame if it all went wrong.

“So tell us, Freddy,” Franka continued, “what’s the story behind this body?”

The story. Right. I could do this. “Uh… well… the most common story is that the president of… the school… in the forties… a guy named Forrest Christian Roberts had, um…. Well, he’d invented this new way of preserving dead bodies. He originally intended it for, like, science labs and whatnot, but thought maybe if he could sell it to funeral homes, he could make… uh… a killing.” I forced a smile to punctuate my little joke. Franka’s grimace from behind the camera comforted me a bit.

I went on. “The only problem was he hadn’t ever tested it on a human body. Rats, mice, dogs, yeah, but not a human. Well, one day he was in luck. I guess some homeless drunk had keeled over dead on the steps of the school’s main building. Roberts was the first to find him. The story goes that, rather than report the body, he and a couple of his students picked him up and carried him in to one of the labs. Roberts finally had his test subject. And clearly, it was a success. The body became a legend and is still lying somewhere on campus.”

“Very cool,” Franka said. “And how is this corpse connected with the fraternity and its rituals.”

“Oh,” I said, deflated. Of course she’d ask that. Damn it. “I… uh… I can’t tell you that?”

“Not even a hint?” she pleaded.

I shook my head. “No, sorry.” She scowled at me behind the camera and I felt my chances of seeing her naked dwindle.

“Anyway,” she said, “I’m ready to see this thing. Would you lead the way?”

“Uh, yeah,” I said. “But you’re going to have to turn the camera off.”

She lowered it, her face the picture of bewilderment. “Why?”

“Because,” I said, “some things need to stay a secret.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out the blindfold I’d been holding onto. “I’ll take you to where it is, but I can’t show you the way, and you sure as hell can’t film the walk over.”

“But the body itself?” she asked.

I could see in her eyes she was ready for a fight if my answer displeased her. “Once you’re in that room, you can record whatever you want, but we can’t have people going and finding it for themselves.”

She was silent for a moment, as if considering an offer I really hadn’t made. “Fine,” she said at last, and stopped recording.

I lingered as I put the blindfold on her. The smell of her hair so close to my nose made me tingle, reminding me that this would all be worth it. Once I was sure she couldn’t see, I led her on the longest, most winding path I could manage. I lost track of how many unnecessary turns I had us make, how many times I’d led her down the same stretch of hallway, how many times we’d stepped out of one building and into another. It was important that she never find her way there or back on her own. It was my insurance policy.

At last, we came to an unassuming door in an unassuming hallway. I looked around, making double sure that nothing could give away our location. No windows, check. No identifying markers, check. Satisfied at last, I removed her blindfold.

“Through there,” I said, pointing at the door.

She reached out to the door, and then hesitated. For the first time, I thought maybe I saw genuine fear in her eyes. This girl who loved dark and creepy things so much that she’d trust a frat boy to lead her to a secret embalmed body was finally showing some kind of uneasiness. It made her so much hotter.

“Are you coming?” she asked.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Once was enough for me.”

Her eyes widened a little. She seemed to wonder at what she’d gotten herself into.

“Go on,” I said. “This is what you’ve been waiting for.” Still, she stayed glued in place. “It’s okay,” I added. “I’ll be right outside the whole time.”

She breathed in sharply. “Okay,” she said.

At last, she pushed the door open. Only darkness waited beyond it. She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.

There I waited and listened. For a moment, all I could hear was my racing heart. I tried not to imagine what was happening in the room.

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At this point, in my mind’s eye, I could see Franka creeping toward the lumpen shape that lay on the table, covered in a sheet. I could hear her slow, deliberate footsteps move across the floor. Swoosh went the sheet. She was brave to remove it so quickly.

Franka’s screams came next. A closet door creaked open inside the room. A percussive smack was followed by a dull thud, and then silence.

The slapping of skin against skin. “Dude!” said a voice. “That was awesome!”

“Yeah, we got her, dude!” said another.

“I almost shit my pants when she fucking whipped that sheet off me!”

Laughter. “Yeah, you’re sweating like a cheap whore.”

“Speaking of….” I Imagined my fraternity brothers leaning over Franka’s body, laying their hands on her, inspecting her. “Fuck man,” said one of them. “Toby found us a fucking hot one for the ceremony!”

“Hell yeah,” said the other. “Bitch Roast 2019!”

I felt a pang of guilt as I watched them carry her out. Franka’s journey was far from over, and what lay ahead of her would not be fast or pleasant.

It’s okay, though. I made sure I got a little bit of time alone with her before the roasting officially began.

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