Perion Ch. 14

At this relatively early evening hour--early for a college dormitory, at least--an excited pair of feet scampered along a carpeted corridor on the fourth floor of Howard Hall, until they reached the closed door of a dorm room. A tan hand reached out and turned the handle, and a curvaceous Latina beauty slid herself through the opening and shut the door behind her.

"Well?" Jacqueline demanded, jumping up from the bed. "Where is she?"

"Could you not get her out?" Kaykay added. "It looked clear on the laptop!"

Alexia Ramos's mouth hung open. It quickly became clear to everyone else in the room that the curly-haired athlete didn't have an adequate response for her teammates.

"I don't know!" Alexia finally offered. "She just... stayed!"

"But, like... something was HAPPENING in there."

"While I was at the door... Chris yelled something. He said something like, 'You don't ever have to do that!' And then I could hear him coming across the room... TOWARD her, I think."

"And then, the door... MOVED, just a little bit."

Jacqueline cocked an auburn eyebrow.

"Wait, you're saying he PUSHED her into the door?"

Alexia shook her head... as the hint of a smile crept across her lips.

"I don't think so... I think it was... maybe... something ELSE..."

"... And then it got really quiet..."

The three teammates stared back and forth at each other, their collective enthusiasm growing as mutual realization spread across all of their faces...

... And then Kaykay clapped her long-nailed hands together and practically shouted what they were all thinking.

"YES, KELSIE! GET IT, GIRL! CLAIM THAT DICK!"

Alexia lifted two sets of crossed fingers on behalf of her blond bestie.

"Let's just see how it goes from here..." she hedged, "But... I think... MAYBE!"

Alexia let out a massive exhale, as her hopes and dreams for her shy roommate threatened to overwhelm her. She staggered over to her bed and collapsed backward onto her sheets.

"Please, God, just let this work..." she whispered as her eyes closed.

For five minutes, the room was quiet, as everyone present allowed themselves to savor the apparent success of all of their recent effort.

The silence was finally broken by the freckled beauty who, hours earlier, had effectively commandeered the room to run a personalized beauty clinic for Kelsie McCollum.

"So," Jacqueline began, "Let's say that this DOES work..."

"Let's say that Kelsie and Chris actually DO fuck each other silly tonight. Now what? Where do we go from here?"

"I mean, this is all well and good in the short term... but Cooper is GOING to find out. I mean, whether it's days, weeks, months, whatever... This ends with her finding out. It has to!"

Alexia sighed from her prone spot on the bed.

"Fuck." she groaned. "I still don't know what the hell we're gonna do about that..."

A hush fell over the room once again as the frustrated friends labored to summon a solution.

"What about this?" Kaykay finally offered.

"What if we find a way, somehow, to PROTECT Kelsie?"

"Protect her SOCIALLY, I mean," the braided beauty added. "What if we somehow get it to a point where that bitch Cooper realizes that her little secret about y'all just doesn't matter anymore? Like, we find a way to make something ELSE about Kelsie and Chris matter way more to people?"

"And THEN," Kaykay concluded, "We go to that twat, right in Pi Shop, and we lay it right out for her. 'Bitch, if you fuck with OUR girl? Number one, no one will care! And number two, if you go around spreading some gossip about Kelsie, we will be on your ass, and the only one who will look worse is YOU!'"

Jacqueline rolled the idea over in her mind.

"Huh. That could work. It could definitely work... but we'd have to figure out what that thing would be that could become this big, public, social movement that everyone could get behind. But if we could actually FIND that thing... I think you might be on to something, Kay. I think you might just have a start of a plan."

"No. You DON'T have a plan."

The three boisterous Flag Football teammates each spun their heads toward a chair in the corner of the dorm room... and toward the quiet, unassuming figure who, it was often so easy to forget, had been right here with them this entire time.

Now the object of her surprised friends' full attention, Erika Lim softly repeated herself.

"You don't have a plan."

"Why not?" Kaykay protested. "I think it could work!"

Erika directed her shy eyes toward the floor... but she nonetheless shook her head.

"You have to think about it," she forlornly began. "This is Cooper Deering."

"She's cruel. She's conceited. She has to have her way, all of the time. But above all of that... she's vengeful."

"Look at what she did to my brother, just because he went to Pi Pi Pi and argued with her. Look what she did to Kelsie, just because she became the object of Chris's affection. Cooper Deering is a monster. If she perceives a slight, she will sit around thinking of a way to respond with something much, much worse."

"My point is: it doesn't matter if you come up with some great plan to insulate Kelsie. It doesn't matter if you go to Cooper and explain to her, perfectly reasonably, that spreading her gossip about Kelsie, Chris, and Alexia won't have any effect. It doesn't matter if you somehow find some ironclad way to keep Kelsie and Chris together."

"Cooper will have to have her revenge. No matter what. She is going to come back at Kelsie. She is going to come back at every one of us. As hard as she possibly can..."

The reserved Hawaiian's voice trailed off. The room was silent again, as the vibrantly shaded trio of football players around Erika confronted, then accepted, her sound logic.

Erika lifted her gaze upward and dared to address her confident friends directly.

"I don't know what our plan needs to be," Erika admitted. "I can't see it any better than you can."

"But I know THIS."

"Our goal should not be to protect Kelsie and Chris."

"And our goal should not be to stop Cooper Deering."

The Korean dancer's eyes shifted, with purpose, between Jacqueline, Kaykay, and Alexia.

"Our GOAL," Erika finished, "Should be to LEAD Cooper Deering."

"To lead her right to the one thing we KNOW that she will want."

"Revenge."

****************

"Can we pause, just for a second, and address how RIDICULOUS this is?"

The bluetooth earpiece in Jacqueline's ear soon transmitted a response.

"You're going to have to be more specific, Jacq," Alexia replied. "This entire thing is ridiculous, if you think about it for long enough."

"What I MEAN," Jacqueline muttered as she strode up the walkway, "Is that I actually get PAID, as a model, because I look a certain way. They want me because I DON'T just look exactly like all of the other girls do."

"And this plan, basically, depends on me throwing all of that right out the fucking window."

"Oh, BOO HOO!" Alexia chided through the earpiece. "Let's all feel sorry for the tall pretty fashion model! I'm sorry, Jacqueline, did you want to stop and have a quick cry before you go in?"

"Bite me," Jacqueline retorted. "Also, this wig fucking itches."

A second voice, unmistakably Kaykay's, joined the conversation in Jacqueline's ear.

"Damn, I didn't know my quarterback was such a PUSSY! Girl, put your damn game-face on!"

"Fuck you," Jacqueline dismissed. "You know I'm gonna CRUSH this."

"Then stop complaining!" Kaykay demanded. "Get in character! It's Basic Bitch o'clock!"

"Everyone SHUT UP!" Jacqueline hissed as she arrived at the imposing double doors. "Get out of the damn kitchen and let me cook!"

Jacqueline took a deep breath, and then rapped her pale knuckles against the wood.

A moment later, a house staff attendant swung open the front door of Pi Pi Pi...

... and beheld an extremely tall, extremely beautiful, extremely BLOND girl wearing an unbuttoned purple peacoat, purple heels, and an absolute maneater of a tight purple evening dress.

"Oh my GODDD!" Jacqueline apologized. "I am soooo STUPIDDD!"

"We all got ALL THE WAY to the venue, and RIGHT when I got off the bus, I checked my bag and realized I didn't have my phone, or my cards, or my key, or ANYTHING! And we're all going to go clubbing after the formal and be out ALL NIGHT! Cooper had to call an Uber just so I could get back here and find everything!"

For a split second, the attendant fixed Jacqueline with a quizzical expression...

... and the freckled model-quarterback was forced to wonder if there was a little voice, somewhere in the back of this woman's mind, telling her that... perhaps... she had never seen this tall blond girl before...

"Do you..." the attendant began.

"Do you... remember where you left them?"

"OMG, I hope soooo!" Jacqueline replied. "But we were getting ready in SO many different rooms that I'll have to go look! I hope it won't take too long!"

The attendant swung the door open and stepped aside.

"Do you need me to help you search for them?"

"Oh, no, but thank you SOOO MUCH!" Jacqueline declined as she briskly stepped past.

As the attendant swung the door closed, Alexia was quietly in Jacqueline's ear again.

"Get to the stairs as quickly as you can, Jacq... but don't strut away from that lady like Gisele or Kaia Gerber. You're not walking the runway; remember, you're a Pi Shop Basic B in high heels! Click, clack, click, clack!"

"I know that!" Jacqueline muttered under her breath... but she still made an effort to shorten her steps and adopt an uncertain gait in her heels.

As Jacqueline ascended the wide, carpeted grand staircase that led to the second floor of Pi Pi Pi, KayKay chimed in.

"Girl, did you just say... OMG?"

"FUCK OFF, Kaykay."

Jacqueline reached the second floor, stepped around a corner and out of sight...

... and immediately rifled her hand into her oversized purple handbag...

... which was filled, to the very brim, with an array of tiny digital cameras--each one disguised within an outlet cover, a usb wall adapter, or a fake carbon monoxide detector.

"Okay," Jacqueline declared.

"Time to go to work."

*********************

Kaykay hunched over in her chair, her elbows resting atop the desk, her fingers massaging her troubled temples.

"Day after day of staring at this shit... and I still have no idea what the fuck I'm looking for."

The ebony beauty turned away from the desk and towards Alexia's bed.

"Hey. Morpheus. Mr. Matrix. You're the fucking camera expert. Why don't you come over here and tell me what I'm missing."

Jason--his back propped up by pillows on the bed, his fingers massaging the curly-haired scalp of the bubbly Latina who had claimed him--ventured what was, for him, a characteristic response.

"You know, Kaykay... Morpheus didn't BUILD the Matrix. He ESCAPED it. He was trying to defeat it, actu--"

"Jason, DO I CARE?" Kaykay interrupted. "Just come sit here and find some shit!"

Jason, though, was clearly quite happy where he was currently positioned.

"I mean, if we're being honest..." the Korean programmer hedged, "... I kind of feel like... a little bit of a pervert when I watch those feeds? Those girls are coming in and out of their rooms all of the time, especially if they're getting ready to go out to a party, and half of the time they're only half-dressed..."

Alexia looked back over her shoulder at her man.

"You feel like a pervert, huh?"

The curvy beauty sprung upward, spun around, straddled her surprised beau, and pulled his face close to her.

"Is that what you are, Jason? Are you my dirty little pervert? Huh? Does watching all of those pretty girls walk around in their bras and panties get you so turned on? Does it make you want to do more nasty things to me? Am I going to have to teach you a lesson for being such a dirty little perverted b--"

"Can we please FOCUS HERE?" Jacqueline cut in with a roll of her emerald eyes.

The Irish warrior-princess was, herself, also propped up by pillows... on Kelsie's vacant bed. Her own freckled arms were tenderly wrapped around the shy Hawaiian dancer she was snuggling with--who, for her own part, was shielding her embarrassed eyes from the abrupt seduction of her twin brother on the other bed.

"The bottom line," Jacqueline sighed, "Is that we've been going at this forever, and we haven't found ANYTHING useful."

"This... might not have been the great idea that we thought it would be," the model-quarterback admitted. "I don't know what we were expecting to find in that house when we put up these cameras."

"Did we think that there was just going to be some secret treasure-trove of incriminating material? Like, we'd find out they were wholesaling fentanyl by the truckload out the back door of the house or something? This is PI SHOP. All it is, every goddamn day, is just basic bitches and their basic bitch drama."

"Amen to THAT," Kaykay concurred. "If lip filler and false-eyelash abuse were crimes, we'd have Cooper and every other bitch in that house locked away for life. But other than that... I don't know where we go from here."

Erika, lowering her hand from her eyes but continuing to attempt to ignore what was playing out on the other bed, quietly entered the conversation.

"Maybe we're thinking about this the wrong way," she offered quietly.

"Maybe it isn't WHAT we should be looking for. Maybe it's WHO we should be looking for."

Kaykay furrowed her tired brow.

"Erika, you know I love you... but is that supposed to mean something?"

"Wait, Kay," Alexia cut in, as she reluctantly tore herself away from her lustful assault on Jason.

"I think I get what Erika means. It's like city parking spaces."

Seeing that no one else in the dorm room was following her, Alexia elaborated.

"You're driving around, looking for parking," she explained. "You circle, time after time, block after block, looking for an empty space. But you don't find one. Because every time a space actually opens up, someone grabs it before you get there. So what do you do?"

"What you DO," Alexia explained, "Is STOP looking for spaces, and START looking for PEOPLE. People leaving their apartment buildings. People who look like they're headed somewhere. People with keys in their hands. You find a person who looks like they're going to CREATE an open parking space. And then you follow them to what you want."

"Okay," Jason offered, his eyes shifting between his sister and his seductress. "So, then, WHO are we looking for?"

Alexia shrugged.

"Well..." she replied. "We've been watching these girls for a while now. What have we learned?"

"I mean, we've learned that Cooper Deering is an APEX TWAT!" Kaykay returned.

"Day after day, it's her just bossing these girls around 24/7. She tells them what to do. She tells them their outfits are trashy. She pits them against each other and plays passive-aggressive power games. She sits on her throne, and they all just come begging for her fucking good graces. But then... we pretty much ALREADY KNEW all of that. We didn't need the cameras to tell us!"

"It IS pretty fucking ridiculous," Jacqueline concurred. "Yesterday, I watched this one blond girl follow her around for like two hours."

Kaykay blinked.

"Which girl?"

The blue-and-gold-braided beauty turned back toward the laptop.

"THIS girl?"

Jacqueline gently lifted Erika up off of her and rose to approach the screen.

"Yup," she confirmed. "That's the one."

"Well," Kaykay responded, "I guess she didn't get her fill. Because I've been watching her dote on Cooper in Cooper's room the entire time that I've been sitting here."

Kaykay and Jacqueline's exchange had piqued the curiosity of everyone else in the room. Alexia, Jason, and Erika slowly rose from the beds, gathered next to Jacqueline, and stared down at the screen.

"Oh yeah." Alexia concurred. "This is the girl who let us into Pi Shop... you know... THAT night. I've seen this girl plenty of times. She's practically Cooper's lap dog."

"Same," Jason confirmed. "Come to think of it... I think, anytime I've been watching... she's practically always around Cooper."

"Me too," Erika added.

"Okay... but WHY, though?" Kaykay questioned. "I mean, I can tell you just from watching today: Cooper treats her like SHIT. Half of the time she ignores her, and the other half of the time, she basically tells her that her opinion doesn't matter."

Jacqueline shrugged.

"Some people are just followers. Not everyone can, ahem, be the LEAD dog..."

"Oh, BOW WOW, Lead Dog!" Kaykay replied with a thunderous eye-roll. "Our team is so fortunate to be graced with the light of your glorious leadership!"

"What can I say?" Jacqueline grinned. "Every one of your TD catches this season came from the same magic arm, Kay!"

"ANYWAY..." Kaykay pushed on, "This girl is content to just take the abuse."

"Like, look here, right now."

"Here's Cooper, trying on all of these new dresses she just bought. And every single damn time, this girl, Tracey, is like, 'That looks soooo pretty on you, Cooper!'"

"And Cooper will reply with some shit like, 'I KNOW, Tracey. That's why I BOUGHT IT.'"

"That's right..." Alexia remembered with consternation. "Her name was Tracey..."

The curvaceous athlete redirected her attention from the laptop to her man.

"Do you like watching Cooper try on clothes?" she whispered in Jason's ear. "It's okay to say that you do. It's okay if watching her strip down again and again makes you hard, Baby. You're just a sick little perverted boy, aren't you? Don't you worry... Alexia has the medicine that will make you all bet--"

"JESUS, Alexia!" Jacqueline cut in. "His sister is RIGHT HERE!"

And then, at that exact moment, as one Flag Football teammate was chastising another for exposing one twin to another twin's seduction...

... they all saw it.

Every one of them.

Right there on the screen.

If any one of the friends had been watching the laptop alone, he or she might have dismissed it.

But they weren't alone. They were together.

And, together, they watched... as Cooper pulled one of the black dresses from her recent haul up over her shoulders and tossed it onto her bed. They watched her reveal her impossibly sexy body, adorned with a black lace bra and a matching lace thong. They watched her bend down to the bed to grab yet another dress from her collection... unwittingly presenting her unmatched ass to the false-carbon monoxide-detector camera on the ceiling.

As Cooper leaned down, Alexia, Kaykay, Jacqueline, Jason, and Erika each produced the same excited gasp... and then reacted to each other's gasps...

... as, behind an oblivious Cooper... the doting girl in the pink satin pajama shirt and shorts, with the blond, pageant queen curls, silently watched Cooper bend over...

... as she ran her hand up the inside of her own thigh.

*********************

"Cooper... you are one SELF-CENTERED BITCH."

Deering sneered back at Jacqueline, the cell-phone still lifted to her ear.

"Oh, I'd say it's a little late for insults, wouldn't you, Jacqueline?"

For a moment, the fire-haired quarterback continued to cast a furious glare back at the vixen in the black dress.

Then, Jacqueline--still standing at the doorway of the bedroom--shifted her focus to the naked couple who continued to spoon on the bed in the center of the room. After sharing a silent exchange with Kelsie McCollum and Chris Weathers, Jacqueline returned to Deering.

"That wasn't an insult, Cooper."

"If I wanted to INSULT you, I'd call you a sociopath. Or a lunatic. Or just an absolute fucking cunt. But that's not what I said just now."

"What I said just now was that you are one self-centered bitch."

Cooper, only half-paying attention as she directed her focus toward her phone, offered a distracted reply.

"Yes, fine, Jacqueline, whatever. Pick whatever insult you want. None of that matters anymore."

"I told you, Cooper," Jacqueline replied. "It's not an insult."

"It's an explanation."

Deering's eyebrow arched just slightly.

"Honestly," Jacqueline continued, "It's the ONLY explanation."

"Because, Cooper... I almost COULD NOT BELIEVE what Alexia showed me a week ago. She was just scanning back through your Insta, just looking for anything useful..."

"... And suddenly, we realized... you were THERE."

"What are you talking about?" Cooper inquired with annoyance. "I was WHERE?"

"You were DOWN THERE," Jacqueline answered. "On some big Pi Shop trip."

"With whatever members of your little flock you had deigned to bring with you. Living out your insta-model fantasies. Making all of your spray-tanned followers photograph you at every tropical garden and every museum and every chic store... when you weren't preening into your own phone on the beach. Hell, Cooper... you were practically EVERYWHERE... At what would have been the EXACT same time! We couldn't believe the bullet we dodged!"

"WHERE!?" Cooper demanded again.

The faintest hint of a smile now emerged across Jacqueline's pink lips.

"Coral Gables, Cooper."

As her smile expanded, Jacqueline began to back out of the bedroom doorway.

"So, like I said, Cooper," Jacqueline offered as she retreated, "You are one self-centered bitch."

"And, if you WEREN'T, we would have all been fucked."

"If, in the past month, for just one fucking minute, you had stopped to think about ANYTHING other than yourself, it would have been over... because the very moment that you DID do that... you would have realized."

Jacqueline turned from the doorway and walked toward the front door of the apartment.

Deering, her phone still at her ear, her demeanor rapidly shifting from confident to confused/distressed, called out after the departing auburn stunner.

"REALIZED WHAT?"

Jacqueline, as she strode, grinning, out of the apartment, offered a final reply.

"Cooper... There IS NO Coral Gables Fashion Exposition."

********************

They moved in packs. Always.

Whether they were sauntering out the front door of their house to head to a frat party in the evening or moving between classes during the day, the women of Pi Pi Pi did it together. It was as if they wanted to remind everyone else at Perion, at every waking moment, that this was more than a sorority: it was an actual echelon of uniform beauty, and you either possessed the keys to this privileged kingdom, or you didn't.

This particular day was no different. As several morning courses ended, a select cadre of tall, mostly-blond beauties emerged from various buildings in threes and fours. These groups all arrived together in the center of the main campus quad, where they determined who was going where next, so that they could form new groups. And then off they went again, having never surrendered an ounce of their collective superiority by leaving a single Pi Shop member isolated for even a second.

Today, though, as this amoeba of attractiveness assumed a new form in the quad and then separated into new little blobs, another slender beauty approached four of the Pi Pi Pi sisters who were now departing for another classroom.

This new girl, however, looked decidedly different from the girls with whom she was engaging.

She was shorter than they were. She was also tanner than they were--and this tone had been achieved through genetics, not beds and sprays.

And, of course, she was Korean American.

"Excuse me?" Erika Lim softly inquired, daring to reach out and gently touch one of the girls on the shoulder.

Tracey Harrington wheeled in surprise and stared down at the diminutive Hawaiian.

"Yes? What?"

"Um..." Erika managed, "I-I was wondering if I could ask you a question?"

"Rush is over," Tracey returned quickly, already moving to continue onward with her group. "If you want, you can just wait and try again next year, okay?"

"No, I'm sorry, it's not that!" Erika persisted. "You're... you're Tracey Harrington, right? I've heard that you've competed in a lot of pageants?"

Tracey stopped again, slightly confused.

"Yes... I have competed in MANY pageants. I competed in Miss USA this past year."

"Well..." Erika returned slowly. "... I was wondering if I could get your advice on something?"

Harrington furrowed her brow, stared at Erika for a moment, and then turned toward her three equally quizzical Pi Pi Pi sisters. Tracey didn't seem exactly sure of the protocol here. It was as if she didn't know if she was even allowed to engage in conversation with the mere mortal women outside of Pi Shop.

Then the composed girl with the perfect blond curls turned to her sisters and forced out what, for her, had to be an almost alien phrase.

"You girls go on ahead. I'll catch up."

The other Pi Pi Pi sisters shrugged, then departed.

Tracey now seemed uncomfortably alone... but she nonetheless offered an introduction of sorts.

"I'm Tracey, but I guess you already knew that. And you are?"

"Erika," the lithe dancer responded. "Erika Lim."

"I'm sorry to hold you up! I'll be quick. I've been preparing a dance routine for a dance competition that is coming up. The routine is a combination of different dance styles. But I've never been judged like this before... and I want to make sure I'm doing the right thing?"

"And someone told me that you are an expert on talent competitions like this... and I really need some expert advice... and I was just wondering... if you could watch my performance, and tell me what you think?"

"What? HERE?" Tracey returned with confusion.

"No, I'm so sorry, I should have been more clear!" Erika apologized. "I practice in a little studio in the Center for Dance. I was hoping that you could, maybe... just come by and tell me what you think? Or if I need to change anything?"

Tracey, borderline stunned by this request, didn't seem to be sure how to respond.

On one hand, this was already an abrupt, unexpected imposition on her time, and now Tracey was being asked to donate even more of her time... to a girl who was firmly outside of her entire social apparatus.

On the other hand... it was pretty clear to Erika Lim that this was the first time in a long time that anyone had asked Tracey Harrington for her honest opinion about anything.

"Okay, fine," Tracey consented. "As long as it's QUICK. When?"

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much!" Erika exclaimed. "I could really use your help!"

"Are you available... tonight? Maybe around 9pm? I can give you directions to the studio."

Harrington nodded hurriedly.

"Yes. Fine. Here, give me your phone."

Erika handed Tracey her phone, and Tracey entered her number.

"Text me where to go tonight," Tracey said as she handed the phone back. "Do NOT text me about anything else, Erika."

"Thank you again so much!" Erika returned.

"Oh, one last thing, Tracey: can you please not tell anyone else about this? I'm kind of embarrassed to be asking for help, and I'm hoping that I can just get some advice from you without... without other people making fun of me."

"And, kind of for the same reason... tonight... can you please come alone?"

****************

The studio was open, yet intimate.

The wood-floored rehearsal space within the Perion Center for Dance featured floor-to-ceiling mirrors that completely covered one wall. Against the wall opposite the mirrors was a worn blue sofa--the only piece of furniture in the room. The space was large enough to accommodate various dance classes throughout the day...

... Yet small enough that, when Tracey Harrington arrived that evening, it almost seemed as if the place had been designed just so that she could watch Erika Lim perform.

As Tracey poked her head through the open door of the studio, she found Erika--in blue leggings and a matching blue crop top--stretching against the handrail that ran along the mirrored wall.

"Thank you so much for coming!" Erika exclaimed as she saw Tracey. "Again, I appreciate this so much! You can just take a seat on the couch. I promise I won't take up too much of your time!"

Tracey unzipped her parka and took a seat. The leggy blond's outfit was as smartly composed as ever: tonight, she wore a tight, long-sleeved white shirt, a tan corduroy skirt, and knee-length brown boots.

Harrington's face, however, displayed the same conflict that Erika had spied earlier in the day: happy to have been asked for her opinion, but uncomfortable with being so isolated from the rest of her flock.

"That's... fine..." Tracey allowed. "Just show me what you want to show me. If I can help, I will."

"Super!" Erika replied. "Let me just adjust the lights..."

The sun-kissed Hawaiian hopped across the room to the switch panel by the door. Erika was able to selectively reduce the overall light in the room until--save for a single spotlight that shown down near the mirrors--most of the space was dark. Having effectively created a dedicated performance area for herself, Erika stepped back into the pocket of light.

"It's set to a hip-hop kind of beat," she explained. "But it's multiple styles, you'll see..."

Erika reached down and pressed a button on her phone, which was wirelessly connected to the speakers in the room. The pumping rhythm of the music kicked in...

... And so did Erika.

Now, that other side of the Korean American dancer began to emerge... as Erika glided, rolled, stretched and gyrated in all of the ways in which she was so proficient. Bathed in white light in the otherwise dark space, Erika moved with grace, fluidity, flexibility, sensuality...

... And, across the room, in the darkness, the meticulous Pi Shop pageant girl slowly began to forget why she had been summoned to this room in the first place... and to lose herself in the beauty of the performance...

... so much so that Tracey didn't hear the slow opening and closing of the studio door, or the stealthy approach of another person...

... And Tracey was thus quite surprised when she discovered...

... That a towering, stunning redhead had taken a seat on the couch next to her.

"Don't mind me!" the pale Irish goddess whispered as Tracey whipped her head to the side in shock. "You're... Tracey, right?"

Harrington, clearly unnerved, had no response.

"Erika told me you'd be coming tonight!" The auburn Amazon smiled through the dim light. "I'm Jacqueline."

"I-I... I know who you are," Tracey stammered. "I'm sorry, I... I didn't know anyone else would be here tonight. Did Erika... ask you to come help her, too?"

"Me?" Jacqueline returned. "Oh, no! I don't know the first thing about dance!"

"No... I just come to watch..."

Jacqueline Sullivan was wearing what, Tracey Harrington clearly knew, was a very un-Jacqueline ensemble.

What Tracey Harrington didn't know, of course, was that this tight, tantalizing purple evening dress was the exact same dress that the model-quarterback had recently used to sneak into Tracey's sorority house.

"Erika and I..." Jacqueline whispered, reclining back against the couch, "We're kind of together now..."

Jacqueline slowly slid one of her hands onto her own knee.

"And, when she dances," Jacqueline murmured, "I just... need to watch her..."

Jacqueline now began to gently slide her fingers up her thigh.

"But... when I watch... I just start to get... really hot for her..."

"What are you doing?" Tracey exclaimed in a panicked whisper. "Stop that!"

"Sshhhhh," Jacqueline replied. "Don't ruin the performance..."

As Jacqueline's hand climbed up her gorgeous, milky thigh, she lifted the fabric of her sheer dress higher and higher... until, at last, under the faint light, her purple lace panties emerged into view.

"I just... I just watch Erika dance, just like this..." Jacqueline continued, her breath growing heavy, "And I just want... I just want to touch myself..."

Jacqueline spread her legs wide now, opening her unmatched lower body to Tracey's full view...

... And then the gorgeous redhead pressed her fingers firmly against herself, and began to wantonly chase her own pleasure.

Tracey's eyes were wide now, and she instinctively spun away from Jacqueline's lusty display... but she remained on the couch, panting with panic, as the goddess next to her softly moaned with ecstasy.

"It's just... the way that she MOVES," Jacqueline groaned as she stroked her hand up and down her panties. "I just want to touch her SO BADLY... but instead, I just sit here, like I'm her prisoner, and stroke my poor caged clit through my panties, and think about how much I want to control her for making me want her like this..."

Tracey, her frantic eyes now locked on the exact same target as Jacqueline's--Erika Lim--was now whispering the same words over and over again.

"Oh my God... Oh my God... Oh my God..."

"And all I can think about..." Jacqueline continued as she punished herself, "Is how I just want to run over there, and lift Erika right up, and carry her right back over here in my arms... and pull down her leggings... and then TASTE HER, so powerfully, right here on this couch. I just want to watch her tan little body just WRITHING under my tongue... I need to see her gorgeous eyes dancing helplessly as I lash her clit again and again. I need her to feel so helpless... just as helpless as she makes ME feel when she moves like this..."

Jacqueline was positively grinding against herself now, the pleasure pouring from her lips with each soft moan.

Now, her other hand slid across the couch... and interlaced with the hand of the terrified Pi Pi Pi sister next to her.

The sudden touch of Jacqueline's fingers drove Tracey's frantic exhales to another level... but Tracey didn't pull away.

"Oh my God... Oh my God... Oh my God..."

"Oh FUCKKK," Jacqueline moaned as she drove herself onward. "I-I'm getting so close! Oh God, Tracey, the way she MOVES... Oh fuck... it's so WRONG for me to just watch Erika like this... and just let myself release all of my longing... I don't deserve to pleasure myself like this! I don't deserve to push myself over the edge..."

"... Could you... could you help me?"

"WHAT?" Tracey breathed. Her bulging eyes were still locked on Erika, her petrified visage still unable to allow herself to behold the erotic masterpiece unfolding next to her.

"Oh GOD, Tracey!" Jacqueline groaned, sliding against Harrington as she abused her clit through her panties. "PLEASE help me! PLEASE deliver my pleasure!"

Now Jacqueline buried her feverish lips against Tracey's neck, her erotic breaths cascading against Harrington's shivering skin. As she did so, she gently pulled Tracey's hand across the couch... and beneath the satin purple fabric of her dress.

"I can't! I can't! I can't!" Tracey stammered...

... But her pale fingers provided not a shred of resistance against the freckled hand that guided them toward their lustful duty.

"Ohhhhh Tracey!" Jacqueline whispered, her lips now powering breath after heated breath against Harrington's neck. "I'm sooooooo close! I need you! I need you!"

And now, finally, as her trembling fingers were guided into position--and as her hand replaced Jacqueline's own--Tracey dared to cast her eyes downward... to those perfectly opened milky thighs...

... and then, at last... the desire buried within her soul began to escape...

... and she began to match the gyrating rhythm of the fire-haired beauty whose body was pressed against hers...

... and she began to devote her neatly-manicured fingers to Jacqueline's sweaty ecstasy.

"Oh YESSS, just like THATTT!" Jacqueline moaned. "PLEASE don't stop, Tracey!"

"Oh God! I can't! Oh God! I can't" Tracey breathed...

... But her hand, now enthusiastically delivering stroke after stroke to Jacqueline's hidden clit, thought differently.

"OH GOD... OH GOD... OH FUCK..."

As she approached the precipice of release, Jacqueline threw her arms around the curled beauty who served her in the darkness, forcefully kissing Tracey's neck as her control abandoned her...

... and until--as Tracey's exhilarated hand refused to relent--Jacqueline's orgasm arrived.

"OHHHHHH TRACEY, FUCKKKK!," Jacqueline moaned, pulling Harrington tight to her own body as the waves of pleasure overpowered her. "PLEASE DON'T STOP TOUCHING MEEEE!"

As the rhythm of the music continued to pound away--and as Erika continued her gracefully erotic display of dance--Tracy Harrington caressed wave after wave of ecstasy from the purple-dressed majesty that was Jacqueline Sullivan... until, finally, Jacqueline could release not one more drop of her sexuality onto Tracey's fingers.

"Ohhhh Tracey... thank you so much..."

Jacqueline's grateful whispers soon evolved into soft kisses. The freckled model's pink lips gently impacted against Tracey's neck, savoring the taste of the sorority sister's erotic conflict... until Jacqueline's tongue emerged to tease its way upward toward Tracey's ear.

"I-I need to go! I have to go!" the quivering blond stammered...

... But Harrington's eyes were now closed, and she made no motion to depart...

... And her hand was still very much resting in the exact spot from which it had delivered Jacqueline her burning pleasure.

"Oh, please... don't go..." Jacqueline breathed as her mouth arrived at Tracey's ear.

"Please... let me repay you first..."

As the fire-haired quarterback gently took Tracey's earlobe between her teeth, she released Tracey from her passionate embrace... so that she could begin to gently caress the fabric of Harrington's tight white shirt.

"Please..." Jacqueline persisted, nibbling ever so softly along the outer rim of Tracey's ear, "Please let me make you feel the way you made ME feel..."

Tracey's shapely chest was now positively heaving as a thunderstorm of emotions overtook her.

"I-I need to! I-I have to! I-I-I!"

Now Jacqueline's hand was descending lower... onto Tracey's thigh... and then upward again, along Tracey's tortured, goosebumped flesh, beneath her tan skirt... until it arrived, with tender intent, against Tracey's panties.

"I promise, Tracey..." Jacqueline mouthed into Harrington's ear, "I promise that I'll just touch you soooo gently... just like this..."

The first hint of a moan escaped from Tracey's mouth, and that soft sound stoked the fire of Jacqueline's passion.

"I'm just going to caress you so softly through your panties... but I promise... I promise I won't stroke your poor pussy for too long..."

"... Because you deserve more than that."

"You delivered me so much pleasure... and I can still feel your fingers pressed against my clit... and you could have taken your hand away by now, but you didn't... even though I know that this must all be so scary and new for you..."

"You need to be rewarded for giving me so much."

"You need to be rewarded... with my mouth."

"Ohhhhhhh GOD!" Tracey whimpered.

Jacqueline slid her flawless body down the couch and turned, on her knees, to face Tracey.

"I need to surrender myself to you..." Jacqueline murmured. "I need to give my lips to you... I need to give my tongue to you... I need to let your pussy control me..."

Jacqueline's hands coarsed up Tracey's thighs, gently opening them... before rising still higher to clutch Tracey's panties... and then pull them to the floor.

"I only have one request..." Jacqueline murmured as her stunning freckled visage descended between Tracey's legs.

"Please watch me as I serve you, Tracey. Please... control me with your eyes..."

And, finally--as she was overcome by the euphoric sensation of Jacqueline's eager tongue entering her, violating her, bathing in the release of her wetness--Tracey Harrington dared to look downward...

... And to behold a new set of perfect green eyes.

These piercing emerald lenses didn't want to mock Tracey, or ignore her, or demean her, or control her.

They only wanted to serve her, to arouse her, to delight in her delirious erotic pleasure.

But Jacqueline's Sullivan's dedicated, delicious gaze was not the only thing that Tracey Harrington now saw...

... Because now, behind Jacqueline... came the quiet approach, across the studio, of Erika Lim.

Tracey had no words for what was happening.

The feelings and the sexuality that she had repressed for so long were now pouring from her body in full force... directly onto the long, hot tongue of one of the most beautiful girls she had ever seen...

... And now, here was another girl approaching her, and watching her as she dared to writhe against Jacqueline's oral power, and witnessing Tracey succumb to her own sapphic lust...

... But sweet, shy Erika Lim knew just what to say.

"It's okay," Erika soothed as she took a seat next to Tracey.

"I know exactly how you feel. I felt the same way. I was so scared... and I didn't understand my feelings... but Jacqueline was so gentle with me, and so caring, and so passionate... and she just made me feel so good, and she helped me embrace my sexuality..."

Erika gently lifted her hand and began to run her tan fingers through Tracey's flowing curls.

"Ohhhhhh God! Ohhhhhh Godddd!" Tracey moaned.

"And now, I just want to be here for you..." Erika continued.

"You don't have to fight it... you can release all of your pleasure... you can give it all to Jacqueline, just like I know you want to... and I'll just be right here next to you, supporting you."

Erika slid closer, reached up her other hand, and tenderly cradled Tracey's gyrating body.

"I promise you, Tracey," Erika whispered, "If you surrender to Jacqueline's tongue, and let her release your desire... it will feel so unbelievably good."

And now Jacqueline was increasing the force of her strokes, and deeply firing her tongue within Tracey again and again, and bathing Tracey's throbbing clit in every drop of her own wetness...

... And Tracey's moans were growing louder, and her control was slipping from her grasp...

... And Erika Lim was softly sliding one of her delicate hands to Tracey's chin...

And gently turning Tracey's face toward her own...

And asking, "Tracey... may I please kiss you as you orgasm on Jacqueline's tongue?"

And then pressing her tender lips against Tracey's...

... And tasting Tracey Harrington's unbridled, ecstatic sexual release.

**********************

"DID I TELL YOU that you could fuck this white bitch?"

Tristan Anderson, his mouth hanging open, offered no reply.

"DON'T YOU DARE refuse to answer me, Tristan!" Kaykay thundered.

The braided beauty glared upward at the naked mountain of a football player.

"I'm going to ask you ONE MORE TIME, Tristan!"

"DID I TELL YOU THAT YOU COULD FUCK THIS WHITE BITCH?"

Tristan seemed to be desperately searching, in vain, for any other answer.

Finally, the cowed giant forced out the only correct response that he was aware of.

"................ Yes?"

Kaykay raised her right hand and delivered a thunderous slap across Tristan's face.

"DOES THAT SOUND LIKE SOMETHING I WOULD SAY, TRISTAN?"

"................ No?"

"THAT'S RIGHT, Tristan! It DOESN'T! Why would I EVER say that you could come here and fuck this white bitch?"

"Kaykay," Jacqueline interjected, as she wiped her face with a wet washcloth, "You keep saying, 'This white bitch.' I'M STANDING RIGHT HERE."

"Shut up," Kaykay replied, snapping her fingers in Jacqueline's direction. "This is between me and Tristan. ISN'T IT, TRISTAN?"

The gigantic man quickly nodded.

"TRISTAN," Kaykay demanded, "What have I told you? Again and again and again?"

"WHO DOES YOUR CUM BELONG TO?"

"My cum belongs to you, Kaykay!"

"OH, I DON'T KNOW, Tristan! I think you've decided that you're DONE WITH ME! I think all you want NOW is to have ONE white bitch watch ANOTHER white bitch jerk your cum all over a THIRD white bitch's face!"

"No, Kaykay!" Tristan protested. "I would NEVER be done with you!"

"OH, I'M SORRY, TRISTAN! THEN PLEASE, EXPLAIN WHAT JUST HAPPENED HERE?"

Tristan wheeled his distressed eyes toward Jacqueline... then toward Tracey Harrington... as if they could somehow help him find a way out of this mess. Then the huge man, already wincing at what he assumed was coming his way, blurted a reply.

"Well... you told me that I needed to come here tonight... and have sex with Jacqueline, so that--"

"Oh, Tristan, DUDE." Jacqueline cut in, already eyeing Kaykay's rising hand. "I WOULDN'T."

Kaykay reached up, grabbed Tristan by the jaw, and tugged his face down to meet her own.

"What are we going to DO ABOUT THIS, Tristan?"

The titanic lineman was smart enough not to try to answer.

"I'LL TELL YOU what we're going to do, Tristan!" Kaykay continued.

"I'm going to have to PUNISH YOU. I'm going to have to TEACH YOU A LESSON. I'm going to have to REMIND YOU who owns your cum! So here's what's going to happen!"

"You're going to lie down on this floor RIGHT NOW! And I'm going to run my hot, wet tongue ALL OVER your big fucking dick! And you'd BETTER get hard again for me!"

"And then, I'm going to STRANGLE your big hard dick with my FUCKING THROAT. And don't you DARE pull your dick out of my mouth! Your rock hard dick is going to get CHOKED by my throat until it remembers who it BELONGS TO!"

"And while you're taking your punishment... my pussy is going to be ON YOUR FACE, Tristan! My pussy is going to DROWN your poor face in its wetness! And you had better tell me how much you LOVE my wet pussy, Tristan! You had better SERVE MY CLIT, Tristan! You had better MAKE ME COME SO HARD, Tristan!"

"And then, Tristan... you had better SHOOT YOUR ENTIRE LOAD ALL THE WAY DOWN MY FUCKING THROAT. And I swear, Tristan... if you hold back so much as ONE DROP OF YOUR CUM..."

Jacqueline glanced over at Tracey.

"... We should probably go."

The Pi Shop sister with the flowing blond curls helped the stunning redhead collect her clothes. Jacqueline hurriedly dressed, and the two of them quickly slipped from the study room. As Jacqueline shut the door behind them, she could see that Kaykay was already tearing her own clothes off with abandon.

"That poor guy," Jacqueline chuckled. "I don't know whether to envy him or pity him!"

As she led Jacqueline to the back entrance of Pi Pi Pi, Tracey hugged her body tight against the model-quarterback's tall frame.

"Are you SURE you're okay, Jacqueline?" Tracey insisted.

Jacqueline stopped, leaned over, and pulled Harrington in for a tender kiss.

"Tracey, I'm FINE!" Jacqueline assured. "I mean, thank God I've been preparing myself for days with the biggest toy I could find... because that was ONE BIG DICK. But honestly... I don't think that could possibly have gone any BETTER, do you? Cooper bought it all the way!"

"From this point forward, Cooper is going to believe that you are capable of ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING! Whatever you tell her, she is going to believe! Hell, Tracey, you could tell Cooper that you plan to run onto the Flag Football field at our next game WIELDING AN AXE, and she would believe it! You were INCREDIBLE!"

"Do you really think so?" Tracey asked, her wanting eyes staring up at Jacqueline. "I practiced so hard! I wanted to do such a good job for you!"

"You were AMAZING!" Jacqueline confirmed between continued kisses. "But... are YOU okay? Tracey... I know that this has all been... an awful lot for you..."

Tracey shook her head dismissively.

"Jacqueline!" she pledged, "I'm SO done with Cooper! All I care about now is YOU! And ERIKA! All I want is to make you happy!"

"Well, Tracey..." Jacqueline smiled.

"Tonight... when Erika and I use our hands, and our lips, and our tongues, to worship every single inch of your naked body... you're going to know..."

"... That we are happy, Tracey."

"We are SO happy."