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Sin Society

"He skates one arm up my back, placing his firm grip at my nape and pulling me into a kiss. I'm not usually huge on public displays, but I can't help myself, melting into him completely. He turns his head slightly, moving to deepen the kiss and I open my mouth to him. A small moan escapes me which he deftly swallows. I feel his other hand creeping up my front as his fingertips slip below my bikini top and heat explodes deep within me. If I weren't already in a hot tub I would undoubtedly be wet at the contact." Genvieve Dubois has built a new life for herself. After moving away from the toxicity of tinsel town to start college to become an investigative reporter, she finds success in the true crime world - which proves helpful as tragedy strikes when her sister is brutally attacked while attending Windsor University back in Hollywood. Gen moves back home, going undercover to crack the mystery of what happened to her sister, but runs into some unexpected secrets buried within the lore of Windsor University's High Society. One of those secrets quickly becomes; who exactly is Lexington Wells? Blue-eyed bad boy and all-around campus heartthrob. What exactly does he want with Genvieve? Can Gen crack the case before she's exposed?

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Deadly Sin Five

Genvieve 

I find myself in a now-familiar position, kneeling on the stage at the speakeasy. I'm amongst my peers this time. What I would assume to be the equivalent of other "pledges" at this point. I recognized Mac, the meathead. The others also seem to ring a bit of a bell, but I don't think we've ever actually been introduced.

One of the girls is a perfect Swedish blonde with a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. I only got the opportunity to get a decent look at her because she was coming in at the same time I was. Otherwise, I've had my eyes cast obediently down every time I've been here. Normally in this situation, I'm extremely nervous, or at least I have been all the other times I've been here. Today, on the other hand, I feel oddly numb. Empty.