Billy ran his hands down Charlotte’s back, until they splayed over her round ass, pushing her pelvis forward so he could grind his erection into her. He’d known her by reputation for a long time – the rich bitch beauty who was willing to give a little of her sweetness to anyone who could help her advance in school, society, or wealth. Rumor had it she was only here because Ethan had helped her draft the proposal for her thesis paper last year.

It didn’t matter. The well had run dry for a while, and Billy needed an easy lay. Charlotte had seemed eager enough, flirting relentlessly from the moment they’d met, and he’d taken advantage. She was fun, good in bed, and didn’t mind partying a little. So, Billy took advantage of the situation. They didn’t run in the same circles back home, so it would be pretty easy to lose her in the crowds when they went back to school.

He squeezed her round cheeks as his tongue danced in her mouth, and she giggled, pulling him deeper into the darkness of the tight corridor. He had no clue where they were in the temple, or where this hall led. But she got off on the excitement of someone coming through and catching them in the act. It drove him mad how quickly she got turned on.

Reaching for his fly, she pulled his zipper down and reached inside his jeans, stroking him and making him groan in delight. The other three were missing out! They had their sights set on the future and some lucrative prospect. Billy had chosen his major so he had an excuse to travel, when the time came. He didn’t need the money or the prestige. He didn’t need to study. His father would give him a job at the firm, and he could continue his quest for a good piece of ass for several more years.

Pulling back, Billy gave Charlotte a demanding look. “Get down on your knees,” he ordered. Her eyes twinkled. She liked it when he was rough and authoritative. The girl had some daddy issues for sure.

But she was just as rough, falling to her knees and tugging hard on the jeans to pull them down, even as she shoved him back toward the wall. Billy nearly lost his balance, especially as her full lips wrapped around him, his eyes rolling back in his head. He reached out to steady himself on the strange little table next to him, but his fingers fumbled, not quite latching on.

He tipped to the side, and he twisted, not wanting to lose the warmth of Charlotte’s mouth on him, grabbing the wobbling table with both hands behind him. It shook as he caught himself, and whatever was on it crashed to the floor. Banging and clanging echoed through the corridor, and Charlotte froze, drawing away from him.

Even Billy lost the lusty sensation and went soft, reaching for his fly as she got to her feet. “Shit!” he cried emphatically. Hurriedly, he closed his fly and pulled his phone out of his pocket, turning on the flashlight. He shined it on the area next to him, trying to figure out how much damage had been done. God, he hoped it wasn’t an expensive fix. Obviously, his father had the money, but there would be hell to pay for the waste.

Still on the ground beside him, Charlotte gasped. Surrounding them and the small table were several little pottery jars and a few metal jars, all shaped like urns but very small. Lids had strewn and rolled across the floor, and pouring from inside were streams of thick, reddish liquid.

Billy’s eyes went wide as he realized what he was looking at. Charlotte skittered back quickly until her back hit the wall. “Oh my god, Billy, that’s blood!”