Even a hot shower hadn't quite lifted Jenny out of her morning haze, and she stumbled back to her room sleepily. She clicked on her laptop to check her email as she got dressed, but what she saw jolted her awake.
Under the subject line, "ur next panhellenic prez???" were four small thumbnail pictures. One was of a nude woman taking a self-portrait in the mirror. The next was the same woman bent over her bed, her pussy exposed and spread, as she looked over her shoulder. The third was taken by a man who was getting a blowjob, showing the woman from above with her lips stretched wide around his thick cock. And the last — oh my. Jenny clicked on the thumbnail to see the picture full-sized, and there was her best friend, Vicki, on her knees, with a load of semen smeared across her face. The image was lewd and vulgar, and Jenny felt a wave of embarrassment — right after her first reaction, which was to note that the enormous amount of cum Vicki had coaxed out of her man was truly impressive.
She clicked back, and saw that the other photos were of Vicki, too. Where were these pictures from, and why was she getting them? With her heart sinking, Jenny saw her worst fears come true in the "To:" and "CC:" fields. Someone had sent these pictures from a dummy address to everyone in their small college's fraternities and sororities, as well as most of the faculty.
Vicki was running for president of the greek system's panhellenic council, but this seemed sure to end that. Jenny hadn't joined Vicki in rushing a sorority, exactly to avoid this kind of mean-girl bullshit. She had never been a popular girl anyway. As something of a jock chick, a standout in basketball and volleyball, Jenny tended to hang out with guys more, and was regarded as something of a tomboy. Vicki was almost her only girlfriend growing up, and it pained her to see this happening.
Jenny quickly pulled on a sweatshirt and rushed over to Vicki's sorority house. Even before 8 a.m., it was bedlam. Vicki was in tears, and her house sisters were up in arms, trying to figure out which of the other candidates would stoop to such sabotage. Jenny ran to her friend and gave her a hug.
"How could this happen?" Jenny had to ask.
"I lost my camera last week. I thought it was just around here somewhere," Vicki said. "There were pictures on it from when I was seeing David."
David was an older guy, a lawyer Vicki had dated. Jenny had liked him well enough, and she knew he would never do this to her. Of course, she wouldn't have suspected that he would cum on Vicki's face and take pictures, either. "So you all are pretty sure this has something to do with panhellenic," Jenny said as neutrally as possible. But Vicki knew her friend well enough to catch the implication in her tone.
"You don't?" she said, looking at her quizzically.
"It's not like I know anything," Jenny said. "But it seems like Annmarie to me."
Annmarie was another girl at their college that Jenny and Vicki had gone to high school with. She was a rich-bitch queen bee who had always hated them both, for reasons they never really understood. She was cruel for sport, and she loved to use her exalted social status to step on those she saw as beneath her.
She hadn't changed after graduation. She still walked around with her nose in the air, and she still somehow had all the right connections. She was even dating the BMOC, Kurt, who was the school's star quarterback, shooting guard and student president.
Jenny knew him well. They were friends through basketball, mostly. After spending plenty of time in the gym, in blacktop pickup games and sometimes in the weight room together, she knew she had his respect. She had always considered Kurt a decent guy, and suspected that he was with Annmarie almost out of obligation. She was the kind of girlfriend -- thin, blonde, WASPy, with a dad who could guarantee him a future -- that a guy like him would be expected to have. For Annmarie, of course, Kurt was the kind of boyfriend she *had* to have to prove where she ranked.
"Why would Annmarie do this?" Vicki said, sniffling into Jenny's shoulder. "I haven't even seen her or talked to her in months."
"Because she's a fucking cunt, that's why," Jenny said. "If I find out it was her, this time I'm going to do something about it."
"Don't get yourself in trouble too," Vicki admonished. "Just don't, OK? What are you going to do?"
Jenny thought about that for a minute, then hugged Vicki a little tighter. "I guess I'm going to that stupid party after all."
* * *
Jenny was resigned to attending the party, but she still wasn't going to get fancied up. Most of the Barbie-doll girls there were wearing cocktail dresses and had their hair teased up like beauty queens. Jenny arrived in jeans, a T-shirt, her volleyball team windbreaker, and had her curly golden hair in a ponytail. But rather than her usual sneakers, she was wearing boots with five-inch platform heels, which would have her towering more than a foot over Annmarie and would even put her at eye level with the burly 6-4 Kurt.
And she was definitely planning to look him in the eye. The soiree was a fund-raiser to upgrade the college's recreation facilities, and as student-athletes she and Kurt were invited to the college president's campus residence, a large Victorian-era house. She knew he'd be there because Annmarie's parents were big donors. And sure enough, the ice princess was holding court.
Jenny walked by the couple, making eye contact with Kurt and giving him a small friendly wave as she passed while ignoring Annmarie. But Annmarie wasn't ignoring her.
"Nice of you to dress for the occasion," Annmarie said snidely.
"I am dressed for the occasion," Jenny fired back. "I'm here representing my team, which is a position I earned. I'm not here just because my daddy bought me a tacky dress."
"Hey, whoa," Kurt said quickly, trying to defuse the hostility with a broad smile. "Let's not get all this going."
"You don't have to tell me that," Jenny said as she turned away. "You might have noticed that I was just walking by minding my own fucking business." Jenny headed to the refreshment table, poured herself a drink and walked out on the terrace to cool off. A minute later, she heard Kurt behind her.
"I'm sorry about that, Jen," he said. Looking to get off the subject as quickly as possible, he asked, "So how's Vicki doing?"
"How do you think?" Jenny replied. "She's kind of a wreck, but she'll get through it. I'll bet those sorority bitches are loving it, though." Looking at him closely, she added, "What does Annmarie think?"
Jenny thought she detected a pained expression flickering across Kurt's face as he hesitated to answer. Finally, he simply said, "I don't know, I didn't ask."
Jenny went on offense. Rising up to her full height, she could face him like few women could. "Bullshit! I know she's celebrating! And if you're playing cagey about it, she probably had something to do with it! Am I right?"
"Listen," he said, looking like he was thinking hard before he spoke. "I'm not going to lie to you, because we're friends. I saw her going through a memory card with pictures of Vicki. I never saw the incriminating ones, but I guess that's where they came from. I don't know how she got them."
