Perion Ch. 12

There they were. Lined up by the dozens.

Uniformly tall. Uniformly beautiful. Nearly uniformly blond.

Marching out the front entrance of their glittering sorority house in their coordinated pea coats. Casting nary a glance at the house staff attendants who dutifully held open the enormous double doors for them as they strode into the chilly evening air.

Shivering through their coats and their fancy formal dresses in the early-December cold as they waited to board their fancy ass coach buses that would take them to their fancy ass Founder's Day dinner at some fancy ass restaurant.

Now, as if they all shared the same creepy, basic-bitch hive-mind, the entire lot of them coldly turned to watch her approach the sorority house.

She knew that, beyond the poison that their Chapter President had no doubt poured into their ears, these girls had already been predisposed to resent her.

Perhaps they resented her fame as one of the more recognizable figures at Perion.

Perhaps they resented her sexual attraction to women.

Perhaps they resented her blatant disregard for Pi Pi Pi, or for sororities in general--the very disregard she was flouting at this exact moment, as she strode confidently past a line of designer evening gowns while wearing a blue Perion Flag Football sweatsuit.

Perhaps.

Or perhaps, just maybe... it was that these fembot twats, with their lip-plumper and their spray-tan and their beauty-queen curls, had thought that they had completely cornered the market on beauty. That to be in Pi Shop was to be the most pretty, and that to not be in Pi Shop was to be less pretty. That, just maybe, this lie was the foundation upon which the entire house of cards that was Pi Pi Pi had been built...

... And then a badass redhead named Jacqueline Sullivan had to walk by tonight and show every single one of them just how wrong they were.

Drink it in, you lemmings. Cast those pathetic death-stares. Put on a good show for your boss...

... But we both know that every single one of you pathetic followers would gladly stick your tongue inside of me just so you could get close enough to my body to try to figure out how to make your OWN bodies look THIS GOOD.

As Jacqueline marched up the sidewalk, past the entire robot army, she could already see:

The Queen Twat was waiting for her.

She had hung back, between those double doors, her green peacoat still unbuttoned to reveal a shimmering emerald gown.

Jacqueline rolled her eyes.

Oh, look at you. You're so goddamn fancy and sexy. Except for the part where you threw that coat on the floor of a filthy basement just so your desperate mouth could get rejected by the only cock that was in the laundry room that night.

Finally, as 150 wannabe-instagram-models stared daggers into her back, Jacqueline stepped up the walkway, arrived at the Pi Shop entrance... and greeted her sworn enemy.

"What's up, Cunt."

"Jacqueline," Cooper Deering returned evenly. "Thank you for gracing us with your presence this evening. I see you've worked quite hard to dress to Pi Pi Pi standards."

"Oh, this?" Jacqueline remarked, looking down at her sweats. "Yeah, I pulled these out of my hamper just for you. Sorry if I get sweat stains on your, like, embroidery, or whatever."

Jacqueline stepped forward and leaned past Cooper, surveying the interior of the house.

"Is that what you do in here all day, Cooper? Like, crochet some shit while you eat out each other's pussies? I honestly have no idea. I'd really love the full tour, though! Show me the cauldron where you sacrifice the baby goats every day to make you each look one minute younger!"

"Oh," Cooper returned icily, "I know how much you must WISH that any of these girls would ever put her mouth on you, Jacqueline. I'm sorry to disappoint you! We, of course, welcome all kinds of girls here at Pi Pi Pi, but we don't happen to have anyone within these walls at the moment who... shares your proclivities."

"Wow, SHOCKING," Jacqueline replied with another eye-roll. "As I was walking past those buses just now, I was really bowled over by the STAGGERING DIVERSITY of Pi Shop. What a fucking RAINBOW COALITION you've got going on over here. You must be so proud."

"Oh, I assure you," Cooper affirmed, "We ARE proud, Jacqueline. We're QUITE proud of the standards we've cultivated here at Pi Pi Pi. Perhaps you've noticed that the entire social scene here at Perion revolves around this house and those standards? Or perhaps you're too ensconced in your little touch football games over at--where is it, again? The soccer field?"

"Wow, Cooper!" Jacqueline returned. "Proclivities? Cultivated? Ensconced? You use such big, fancy words! Does Chris love it when you use those big fanc--"

Jacqueline snapped her finger theatrically.

"Oh, shit, that's right!" she corrected, staring unblinkingly into her foe's equally green eyes.

"My bad, Cooper! I forgot why I was here tonight!"

For a moment, Cooper glared right back at her, surrendering not an inch.

Then the Pi Shop President turned back into the house.

"Follow me."

As Jacqueline passed through the doorway, she happened to glance over at one of the attendants holding the doors open.

The woman was staring back at Jacqueline with a very particular blend of confusion and curiosity...

... but Jacqueline pushed onward in Deering's wake before the attendant could say a thing.

"Ooh!" Jacqueline offered as they traveled deeper into the ornate building. "Are you going to take me down to the 'dungeon', or whatever you call the place where you fucked over my friends? Is THAT on the tour, you Stepford Wife slut?"

Cooper didn't glance backward or offer a reply.

Soon, though, the pair arrived at a door... that opened not to a descending staircase, but, instead, to a small, intimate, first-floor space. Judging from the soft light and the presence of a few desks and tables within the cozy room, this was apparently a Pi Pi Pi study area.

"Wait..." Jacqueline intoned with grave sincerity, "Do you girls actually do COURSE WORK here in Pi Pi Pi? I thought you all just swallowed enough professor cum until you were each given a B-minus!"

Once again, Cooper didn't reply... but it didn't matter: By this point, Jacqueline's attention had already moved on... to the presence, in the room, of a third individual.

"Who's this? Pi Shop Barbie?" Jacqueline bluntly inquired, gesturing at the girl with flowing blond curls who was waiting, with expectant, meticulous posture, in a luxurious, lavender-hued formal dress.

"Oh," Deering smiled, "This is Tracey Harrington. Does that name ring a bell?"

Jacqueline cocked an eyebrow.

"Should it?"

Deering shrugged.

"I suppose not. But in any case, don't you worry! We'll get to Tracey soon enough."

Deering gestured to a narrow table in the intimate space that was adorned with two facing chairs.

The emerald-eyed nemeses took their places opposite each other at the table. Tracey Harrington, who hadn't yet said a word, remained standing... now, just over Jacqueline's shoulder.

"I don't know what kind of mafia intimidation shit you think you're playing at here," Jacqueline growled, casting a glance back at Harrington, "But if that bitch so much as touches me, I'm breaking her arm."

"What?" Deering replied with a laugh. "INTIMIDATION? Oh, no, Jacqueline! That's not what this is at all! I'm not trying to intimidate you!"

"If anything," Cooper proceeded, "I should be CONGRATULATING you. You've done it!"

"You've made me look like an absolute fool!"

"Bitch," Jacqueline returned, "If the shoe fits, then fucking WEAR IT."

Deering's tone remained level.

"No, you're right, Jacqueline!" she admitted. "I WAS a fool."

"It should have been so obvious to me the second that Chris started to become more distant. I suppose I should have realized that, after all, she DOES live in Chris's dorm! But I'll be honest, Jacqueline... I'd forgotten all about her! I suppose it's my own fault for just assuming that she'd learned her lesson..."

"Her LESSON?" Jacqueline seethed. "Say ONE MORE bad thing about Kelsie and SEE WHAT HAPPENS, Cunt."

"Yes yes yes," Deering calmly continued. "My point is, I was sloppy! I mean, I was going over to that dorm so regularly that, I suppose, I just assumed that if anything was amiss, I would have seen it myself! Or that someone else would have told me! After all, we have several Pi Pi Pi sisters living in Howard Hall!"

"NOW, of course," Deering went on, "I realize just how much EFFORT you were all committing just to help this girl! I assume you must have been watching those hallways around the clock just to sneak her in and out of there! You and your teammates... oh, and those Korean twins! Now that I know the truth, it's all just so clear! They wanted to join your little revenge circle... all because, what: I wouldn't let the sister be a Preditorette? My God! Some people and their childish hang-ups!"

It was a miracle that Jacqueline didn't leap across the table right then and smash her freckled fist into Deering's pretty face. The fire-haired quarterback kept her rage in check.

"You can call it whatever you want, you stupid twat," Jacqueline spat. "But we all got Kelsie and Chris together. Just like they were supposed to be all along, before you stepped in and wrecked their lives."

"Oh," Deering agreed. "You certainly DID bring them together! And then Chris cooked up that preposterous lie about his father... and I believed him! Again, silly, silly me! I've been sitting around twiddling my thumbs... and the entire time, they were off together doing who knows what! I suppose I can do nothing but congratulate your little army for pulling this whole thing off."

"But it's YOU I should congratulate the MOST, Jacqueline!" the Predatorette Captain offered.

"We're both leaders, you and I! We both know what it takes to organize other women, to plan, to push our girls to excellence... so believe me, I completely appreciate just how much YOU, in particular, had to do with this..."

"... Which became so plainly obvious after the UDW game! You, Perion's top Flag Football player, running out there to hug Chris? Making it into a big news story? Letting me see you out there with him... and then running over to show me how close you are to Kelsie and Alexia? What can I say, Jacqueline? Well played!"

Jacqueline answered Deering's monologue with a thunderous sigh of boredom.

"Blah blah blah. Are you DONE?"

Deering pursed her lips.

"Yes, you're right. Of course. After all... our buses ARE waiting for us!"

"Go ahead, Jacqueline. The floor is yours."

Jacqueline leaned forward imperiously.

"Here's the deal, Slut," she began.

"None of us give a shit about the fact that you got Alexia to suck Chris's dick with Kelsie sitting right there. Chris and Kelsie are over it. Kelsie and Alexia are over it. Hell, Chris and Alexia are over it."

"Furthermore: You know that Chris and I are the talk of campus right now. Hell, we're the talk of FOOTBALL right now. He's about to go play in a bowl game after lighting UDW on fucking fire. I'm taking our Flag team through the playoffs. And everyone thinks we're doing it TOGETHER. Everyone thinks we're HELPING EACH OTHER WIN."

"So here's how it's going to go, Bitch: If you use your Pi Shop whore army to spread a story around campus about three of my friends, I'll go run right in front of the cameras. I won't even DENY it. I'll simply say that NO ONE CARES. None of us cares about some petty sex shit that happened months ago. I'll say that I know EVERYONE involved, and it's ALL cool now."

"And THEN," Jacqueline continued, "I'll publicly question why the hell this story is coming out TO BEGIN WITH. And who might be nursing some grudge over at Pi Pi Pi that would lead them to start spreading some shit around."

"And people will LISTEN TO ME, Cooper. You KNOW they will."

"SO," Jacqueline venomously levied, "Here's what's going to happen, Cooper: NOTHING."

"Nothing except for you taking a FAT FUCKING L. Just like you deserve."

"You're going to stay away from Chris. You're going to let my friends be. You're going to go on with your life. And you're never going to fuck with any of my people. Ever again."

"Now," Jacqueline finished, "Go get on your fucking bus, Bitch."

Cooper leaned backward in her chair, silently, absorbing the weight of Jacqueline's words.

At last, the Pi Pi Pi president leaned forward again, the fabric of her green gown sliding across the table like a serpent.

"Oh, believe me, Jacqueline," Cooper purred evenly. "I'd love to get out of here right now and stop holding up all of our sisters!"

"Unfortunately... I can't do that QUITE yet."

"You see, Jacqueline," Cooper proceeded cryptically, "I meant what I said about the two of us understanding each other as leaders! And because we understand each other... I know that YOU understand that I have a responsibility to support those I lead."

Now Cooper looked upward, away from Jacqueline... and toward Tracey Harrington.

"Tracey, my dear sister! The floor is yours!"

As Jacqueline adopted a perplexed expression, Harrington now circled around to stand next to Deering. The blond in the pink dress stared down at the red-headed quarterback.

"You really don't remember me, do you, Jacqueline?" Tracey coldly inquired.

Jacqueline looked up, annoyed.

"No. I don't know who the hell you are. Was I unclear about that the first time?"

"Well," Tracey returned. "I certainly remember YOU."

The immaculate blond pressed her palms on the table and leaned forward toward Jacqueline.

"I've been attending pageants my entire life," Tracey began.

"SHOCKING. I'm SHOCKED." Jacqueline retorted.

Tracey ignored the Irish warrior-princess's comment.

"It's all I can remember," Tracey continued. "Traveling with my mother to pageant after pageant, month after month, year after year. My dream was to compete all the way up through Miss Teen USA, and then Miss USA... and then, finally, to move on from pageants, and become a model."

"And, for years, it all went exactly how I wanted it to. I was able to win my crowns, and earn my sashes, and make my mark. And then, I was even chosen to become a Pi Pi Pi sister. I've achieved my dreams..."

Jacqueline sighed loudly.

"Barbie, is this going somewhere?"

"EXCEPT," Tracey pushed on, "For the part where I become a model."

"I've done everything I can to be visible through all of my pageant work. My online social accounts are flawless. I've submitted my photos everywhere. And, yes, I've gotten to do a small amount of paid Instagram work... but that was never what I wanted."

"I want to be a FASHION model. I want to walk runways around the world. I want to wear the latest designs at the biggest shows. This is my DREAM. It's ALL that I want!"

"And," Tracey proceeded, seemingly fighting back tears, "It hasn't happened for me! I don't know why. I have just had no luck! I can't get representation! I can't make a splash! For some reason, they just don't want me! After a few years of rejection, I had pretty much given up."

"Until," Tracey managed, her voice cracking, "The Coral Gables Fashion Exposition."

Jacqueline's eyes widened just slightly.

"THERE it is!" Deering cooed. "THAT'S the look I was waiting for!"

"My Mother," Tracey explained, "Had worked for months to build social connections with a friend she had on the CGFE Board. I finally got to have a meeting with the lady, and she seemed to like me well enough..."

"... And then, two weeks before the show, I got a phone call. One of the primary models had dropped out, and they had to fill the spot last-minute. And FINALLY, I had my big chance! Maybe my ONLY chance! I was going to get to walk the runway in Florida, and wear Gucci, and Chanel, and Versace, and show the modeling world that I belonged!"

Jacqueline was now staring down at the table. Her freckled cheeks were red.

"Tracey," she offered, "I had no fucking idea..."

"AND THEN," Tracey continued, the hate practically dripping from her tongue, "I get ANOTHER call! THE NIGHT BEFORE THE SHOW!"

"And they tell me... that they don't NEED ME anymore! Because a modeling agency that had a really strong relationship with CGFE told the Exposition that they had found the PERFECT YOUNG MODEL for them! A girl with a ONE-OF-A-KIND LOOK!"

Jacqueline, her eyes closed, was now rubbing the bridge of her nose with her fingers.

"Christ... I mean... I'm SORRY, Tracey. I seriously had no id--"

"I DON'T WANT YOUR STUPID APOLOGY!" Tracey yelled. "I had to come back to Perion and tell my sisters that I had lost my spot... probably FOREVER... to YOU! The stupid QUARTERBACK! And I just had to sit there and TAKE IT!"

"You HURT me! FOREVER!"

"And now... you've hurt COOPER! You've hurt MY HOUSE!"

"And you are going to PAY!"

Jacqueline opened her eyes... and saw that Deering was now flashing a menacing smile.

"I'd LOVE to just let sleeping dogs lie and call us even, Jacqueline!" Deering grinned. "But, you see... as a leader... I just can't! Not when my beloved sister Tracey needs her JUSTICE."

"My beloved sister Tracey, by the way," Deering added, "Is a Biology major."

"She may WANT to be a model, but she has still been working very hard to earn her degree! In fact, she's been assisting with some very important research! Potentially LIFE-SAVING research!"

Deering leaned forward with evil glee.

"Would you like to know what the subject of Tracey's research is?"

Without waiting, the brunette temptress answered her own question.

"Food-Poisoning."

Deering looked up at Harrington.

"Show her."

Tracey unlocked her phone and turned it toward Jacqueline.

"THIS," she announced, "Is a cold-storage facility in one of the Perion research laboratories."

"And THESE..." Tracey explained, pointing to a series of vials, "... Are bacteria samples."

"Specifically... Escherichia coli."

"E. coli."

Deering now leaned in until her perfect nose was mere inches away from Jacqueline's.

"Now, you lesbian bitch," Deering sneered, "You listen to ME."

"I may not be able to have Chris anymore... But I absolutely HATE Kelsie McCollum now. I hate that meddling little brat as much as my dear sister Tracey hates YOU. So here's what's REALLY going to happen."

"At some point, in the next two weeks... Chris Weathers is going to ingest one of these samples. Maybe it will be in his dinner. Maybe it will be in his protein shake. Maybe it will be on his toothbrush. But he WILL ingest it."

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?" Jacqueline exploded. "ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?"

"Oh, don't worry, Jacqueline!" Cooper returned. "It will PROBABLY not be one of the WORST strains. It will PROBABLY do nothing more than make Chris extremely sick... although CERTAINLY too sick to participate in his bowl game!"

"Or... it COULD be worse. Who's to say? We'll just have to see! In any case... Chris getting sick isn't what you need to be worried about. What you need to be worried about is what will happen AFTERWARD."

"You see, Jacqueline: What I'VE HEARD is that little Kelsie McCollum never DID get over her crush getting blown by her best friend! I'VE HEARD that she's been extremely jealous this whole time! And I'VE HEARD that she found out that Chris has been SNEAKING AROUND behind her back... just so that he can keep sticking his dick in Alexia's tan little mouth!"

"And poor Kelsie... well, she just HAD to have her revenge! And wouldn't you know it? Her friend Erika Lim just happened to be a Biology major with laboratory access! I've EVEN heard that Erika was ALSO enraged... because, apparently, Alexia was going behind Erika's TWIN BROTHER'S BACK just to keep swallowing Chris's cum! So Erika was ALL TOO HAPPY to go steal a bacteria sample and, at the very least, give Chris Weathers an extremely rough week!"

Deering leaned back again, folded her hands, and stared at Jacqueline expectantly.

"Now, again... this is all just what I've HEARD."

"But, then again... I had HEARD some things about Jason Lim, too. And I think we both know how that turned out."

Jacqueline's mouth hung open in stunned silence.

"Oh, we're not a mouthy dyke NOW, are we?" Deering smirked. "Well, that's okay, Jacqueline. All I need from you now is ONE WORD. I'll ask you a simple question. You look in my eyes, and you look in Tracey's eyes, and you tell me: Do you think that we WILL do this?"

"Y-you... you fucking PSYCHOPATHS--"

"YES OR NO, Jacqueline!"

Jacqueline tried to find any reply other than the truth.

She couldn't.

"Yes," she offered, staring back down at the table, defeated.

"That's right!" Cooper confirmed. "Now, here's ANOTHER question. IF we really want to do this, and we're so committed to making it happen... do you REALLY think you can stop us?"

Jacqueline shook her head in frustration.

"I-I... I don't know."

"Well then!" Cooper exclaimed. "I've got GREAT NEWS for you, Jacqueline!"

"You DO have the power to stop this! I will even give you MY WORD as Pi Pi Pi President--as a fellow leader of women--that absolutely no harm whatsoever will befall Chris! And that Kelsie McCollum will not suffer because of that harm! Doesn't that sound like a good deal?"

"How?" Jacqueline softly managed.

"Well... I'm GLAD YOU ASKED, Jacqueline!"

"Because, you see, we will allow YOU to solve the whole problem! YOURSELF. Right here, right now. You can repay me for all of your deception. You can repay Tracey for ruining her modeling career. And then, just maybe... we WILL be even!"

Jacqueline stared down at the table in silence, the frustrated rage in her eyes attempting to bore holes in the wood. At last, she looked up again and forced out a response.

"What do I have to do?"

Deering gave her a menacing wink.

The Predatorette Captain pulled out her phone and sent a text.

"Well, Jacqueline," Cooper explained, "You've made it SO CLEAR recently just how much you LOVE Perion Football Players! How much you just HAVE to be next to them. Touching them. Making the whole world SEE you doing it."

"So... we wanted to give you another opportunity to do that!"

The door to the study room swung open.

Standing in the doorway was an absolutely massive human being. He stood at least six-and-a-half feet tall. He weighed at least 300 pounds. Jacqueline didn't know the man's name... but she recognized him immediately. He was a defensive tackle on the Perion Football Team.

"Jacqueline!" Cooper announced. "This is Tristan Anderson! One of your beloved friend Chris's teammates! Unfortunately for you, though... Tristan has developed a relationship with Pi Pi Pi--specifically, with my dear sister Tracey-- that is SO MUCH stronger than his relationship with his team. Tracey has given Tristan so much 'special treatment', and Tristan is just DESPERATE to repay her for being soooo good to him!"

"And NOW... Tristan wants to help YOU show us just HOW MUCH you love to touch Perion football players."

Jacqueline's face was now beet red.

"YOU FUCKING LUNATIC-ASS CUNT..."

"Okay, you know what?" Cooper cut in. "I think that's quite enough talking from you! Let's give you something to quiet that mouth of yours. Tristan? Would you, please?"

The massive dark-skinned athlete silently stepped into the room and over to the table. Tracey eagerly circled behind him... and helped Anderson remove his shoes, his gray sweats, and his boxers.

The fire in Jacqueline's eyes betrayed her emotions: She knew exactly where this was going.

"Now," Tracey commanded, gripping Anderson's enormous, hard penis with her manicured fingers, "Get on your knees, Bitch... and SUCK THIS COCK."

Jacqueline's expression never wavered from "absolute hatred"... but the red-haired beauty did as she was instructed. She slid out of her chair and onto the carpet in front of Anderson... and then took him into her mouth.

As Anderson let out a deep groan of pleasure, the head of his dick powered between Jacqueline's pink lips. She let him drive his shaft against her throat, swallowing as much of the massive ebony penis as she could. But this still wasn't enough for Tracey.

"Make her TAKE IT, Tristan!" the blond Pageant Queen murmured. "Feed it as deep as you can!"

"Ohhhhh fuckkkkkk" Anderson moaned as he put his enormous dark hands against the back of Jacqueline's auburn head and powered his cock into the back of her throat. "Fucking take this dickkkkk..."

Jacqueline's gagging seemed to only spur the enormous man to make his thrusts deeper and more powerful... to the clear delight of Cooper Deering, who was watching intently from her seat at the table.

"How long has it BEEN, Jacqueline?" Cooper gleefully questioned as Jacqueline's freckled throat choked against the punishing force of Anderson's ecstatic thrusts. "How long since you actually took a dick! Were you EVER in the closet? Did you EVER feel the need to swallow a cock to prove you were just like the other girls? Or... is this the FIRST TIME a cock has ravaged your pale little throat? My God, I HOPE IT IS!"

Jacqueline could only reply with a furious, desperate inhale of breath as Anderson pulled his dick from her mouth. Tracey, positioned to his side, grabbed his glistening member and began to pump it enthusiastically with her hand.

"That's it, Tristan! Get so fucking hard! Now, attack her again with your dick! Teach her a lesson! Choke her with every inch!"

Again, the massive man thrust his hard dick between Jacqueline's lips. His groans increased as he pumped himself in and out of the gorgeous redhead's mouth, her struggles driving him onward.

"Oh fuckkkkk, this is gonna make me cum!" he moaned as he strained to force every inch of his enormous black dick inside of his beautiful quarry's delicious mouth.

"Not yet, Tristan!" Tracey commanded. "Pull out! Now!"

Anderson withdrew, retreating from the edge of release, as Tracey reached down to roughly grab Jacqueline by the arm.

"Get up, Bitch! Take off your clothes!"

Still recovering from Tristan's oral assault, Jacqueline numbly did as she was told. As soon as her sweats, bra, and underwear fell to the ground and her freckled beauty was presented in full to everyone in the room, Tracey spun Jacqueline around and pushed the chair she had been sitting in out of the way.

"Put your hands on the table! Bend over!"

No sooner had Jacqueline taken her position than Tracey's hand was across her milky backside.

"How does it feel?!" Tracey exclaimed as she reddened Jacqueline's ass with her enthusiastic spanks. "You're not the best NOW, are you? Now you're just a redhead whore getting bent over to take your dick like a good little slut. Say it! Say you're just a pretty redhead whore!"

"I-I'm a pretty redhead whore," Jacqueline winced through gritted teeth.

"Say you want to be fucked by this hard black dick!" Tracey commanded.

"I... I want to be fucked by this hard black dick."

"Fucking TAKE HER, Tristan! Give her every inch!"

Anderson strode forward and, without warning, plunged his cock into Jacqueline's beautiful pink pussy. Jacqueline gasped and jumped as Anderson fed her inch after inch, but she was too tough to give everyone else in the room any more satisfaction than that. As Anderson's moans grew louder and louder, Jacqueline simply bent forward and took every violent, pounding stroke of his huge dick...

... while staring, defiantly, into the greedy eyes of the Pi Shop president who was still seated across from her.

"Oh, look at that gorgeous body that the modeling world loves SO much, Tracey!" Deering remarked. "Look at it NOW! Look at those full breasts pressed down on the table while Tristan absolutely WRECKS that ginger pussy with his big dick!"

"What do YOU think, Jacqueline? Are we EVEN YET?"

Jacqueline, her athletic thighs and butt slapping against Anderson's massive form again and again, stared daggers at Deering and refused to respond.

"Oh, I SEE!" Cooper responded gleefully. "I guess we're NOT even yet, Tracey! I think Jacqueline wants Tristan to fuck her even HARDER!"

"Ohhhhh FUCK yeah!" Anderson moaned, picking up speed, driving his shaft into Jacqueline with more and more force. "Fucking TAKE this fat dick, girl!"

Even as Tracey punctuated Anderson's rough penetration with even more spanks across her now-deep-red ass, Jacqueline refused to give Deering the satisfaction of another sound.

"ALAS!" Deering finally sighed. "I could sit here and watch Tristan debase your stubborn body for HOURS, you loudmouthed bitch! But, unfortunately: Tracey, our poor sisters await us! I think we need to wrap this up!"

Tracey removed her hand from Jacqueline's punished backside, grabbed her freckled thighs, and pulled her off of the table.

"On your knees again, Bitch! Turn around and face Tristan!"

As Jacqueline resumed her earlier position, Tracey began to furiously pump the giant, throbbing member that was now directly in front of the model-quarterback's freckled face. As Tristan stared down at the immaculate naked body--and enraged visage--below him, and beheld the hand coursing along his quivering shaft, his moans became deeper and longer. Everyone knew that the giant man wouldn't be able to control himself for long.

"Jacqueline," Deering recollected with a vile grin, "This reminds me of when your friend Alexia was down on her knees JUST LIKE THIS! And you know what? I'm going to need you to do what SHE did. I'm going to need you to TELL this dick EXACTLY what you want it to do to you!"

"EXCEPT," Cooper decided, "I don't think that you simply swallowing Tristan's cum is quite the justice that poor Tracey deserves! After all: Your 'one-of-a-kind beauty' cost her so much, didn't it? I think Tracey needs to see you a little... LESS beautiful."

"So, Jacqueline: Tell Tristan that you want him to explode... all over your PRETTY FACE."

Jacqueline, her livid eyes now locked on Deering's, refused to utter a word.

"Oh, come on, now!" Cooper insisted. "Say what you need to say, and then we'll be through!"

Jacqueline remained silent.

Tracey, though, had continued to fervently work her hand up and down Anderson's pulsating cock... and now, there would be no more time for forced requests.

"Ohhhh fuck, I'm gonna CUMMMMM!" Anderson groaned as Tracey brought him to the edge.

Deering rolled her eyes.

"Oh, very well. Go ahead, Tracey! Take your revenge."

Harrington nodded.

As Jacqueline closed her eyes, and as Anderson threw his head back and let out a primal moan, the blond beauty queen enthusiastically pumped the massive athlete's cum onto the auburn-haired Amazon's face.

"Oh YES, Tristan!" Deering exclaimed. "You're doing SUCH a good job! Make sure you give that beautiful face every single DROP of your hot load!"

As jet after jet splashed across her lips, her eyelids, her forehead, and her cheeks, Jacqueline sat frozen in a state of closed-eyed fury. But she remained in place, until, finally, Harrington could coat no more of her face with Anderson's seed.

Jacqueline could effectively no longer open her eyes. She could only sit and listen to Deering's voice as, at last, the vicious Pi Pi Pi president arose from her chair.

"Well, Jacqueline," Cooper offered, "I suppose that my word IS my word."

"We will do nothing to Chris Weathers. We will let him be."

Deering strode toward the door of the room, then stopped and turned back a final time.

"Oh... what was it you said? 'Go get on your fucking bus, Bitch?' Well, gee whiz, Jacqueline, I suppose I'd better do that! I'll leave you here with your new friends Tracey and Tristan. They can walk you out."

"Oh, and Jacqueline?"

"You come back and visit us at Pi Pi Pi any time."

"You're ALWAYS welcome here."