End the Stupid Bet, Win My Stage

"You've got to be fucking kidding me! Caden! You didn't wear a condom?!"

After one heated round with her boyfriend, Caden, in the prop room behind the theater, Alora was shocked to discover he hadn't used any protection.

"Oh my God," she gasped, "When did you take it off? The campus health center is already closed. Fuck! I'm screwed! Why did you finish in me?!"

Alora immediately grabbed her sweatshirt from the floor, eager to get out. She had to get emergency contraception from a 24-hour store.

"Babe, relax." Caden stood up and pulled her close to his rock-hard abs, speaking casually. "What's the big deal? If you get pregnant, we'll handle it ourselves."

Alora's body trembled again as his lips moved to her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

"Baby," he whispered hoarsely, voice thick with desire, "you're so fucking sexy. Don't tell me you didn't prefer it raw? I can't help myself."

His large hand slid down her waist, reaching toward her core, and Alora's legs weakened again.

"No, Caden, we can't." She fought to stay clear-headed.

But his fingers had already slipped inside her.

He smirked and whispered, "You sure you don't want more?"

"I." Alora struggled to stay rational, but he suddenly flipped her onto the cabinet, lifted her skirt, and thrust in hard.

A low moan escaped her lips. "Mmm."

"Looks like your body's more honest than your mouth." Caden grinned and drove deeper, Alora clung to him as he pushed further inside.

"No rush, babe. We've got all night," Caden murmured.

******

By morning, they'd gone four rounds.

Exhausted, she dragged herself back to the dorm, relieved she didn't have afternoon classes. After a quick shower, she collapsed on her bed.

Just as she lay down, her phone lit up.

"Sweet Caden" as she had saved his name appeared on the screen.

They had just parted, so she didn't think much and answered, "Hello?"

There was only static, like it was an accidental call.

She was about to hang up when a familiar male voice came through the noise.

"Bro, the Tisch early admission list is dropping soon," it was Mason, Caden's midfield partner.

"You really planning to knock up the ice-cold drama queen before the list comes out?"

Alora froze, phone pressed to her ear, mind snapping awake. She could hear the disdain in Mason's tone and silently hoped Caden would refute him.

"Why would I change my mind?" Caden replied coldly. "Brielle needs that Tisch spot. She's always been top-tier and she deserves it."

Alora felt like she'd been struck by lightning. She couldn't breathe.

What was Caden saying?

A burst of crude laughter erupted.

"Man, Steele's such a Romeo!" Logan, the team captain, jeered. "Brielle dumped you ages ago and you're still playing prince charming? You're scared Alora will steal her Tisch spot, so now you're betting your dick on it!"

Caden's voice grew cold. "Brielle didn't dump me. She just said she didn't want distractions before auditions."

More laughter