And now...in this small bedroom...it was just the three of them.
Kelsie McCollum remained on her side on the bed. Her slender body was completely exposed, her blond hair cascading messily across her pale shoulders. She could still feel the hard shaft of the giant penis behind her as it pressed against the milky flesh of her slight but shapely bottom--the penis that belonged to Chris Weathers, her massive, muscular, beautiful, caring boy.
Above Kelsie, at the end of the bed, stood the cruel vixen who had chosen to turn Kelsie and Chris's budding affection into a twisted love triangle.
Who had engineered the vile scenario through which Kelsie had been made to watch as Kelsie's best friend had pumped Chris's seed into her waiting mouth.
Who had claimed Chris Weathers for herself, for no reason other than the financial promise that his future in professional football held.
Who had destroyed Kelsie, then callously discarded her, as if Kelsie was no more than a bug on her windshield.
Who had dashed Erika Lim's dreams of becoming a Predatorette, and then spread damaging lies about Jason Lim because he had dared to defend his twin sister on the front steps of Pi Pi Pi.
Who ran her sorority house and her dance team with authoritarian vanity.
Who tried to exercise that same power across the entire campus of Perion University.
Who--as she had stood above Kelsie and Chris in her tight black evening dress, commanded them to take off their clothes, made Kelsie lie on this bed, and ordered Chis to violate Kelsie's tight virgin ass with his giant dick--had exercised that same power right here, in this bedroom.
Or thought she had.
Until right now. Until this exact moment.
Until...in the silent wake of Jacqueline's Sullivan's departure...Kelsie's McCollum's innocent blue eyes drifted upward and met her tormentor's imperious jade gaze.
Cooper Deering was still futilely holding her cell phone to her ear...even though it was abundantly clear that, in the time since she had first lifted the phone and issued her nefarious command, she had not heard a single sound on the other end of the line.
Now, Kelsie witnessed the emotional transformation taking place within those gorgeous green eyes and across that perfect face...as Cooper slowly realized...that this petite, shy girl on the bed below her, this afterthought, this annoyance, this helpless naked object of her crushing revenge...
...Might somehow have the upper hand.
The old Kelsie McCollum, that unmoored small-town girl who had meekly arrived at Perion months ago, might still have withered here, on this bed, under the harsh glare of Deering's stressed fury.
But not this Kelsie McCollum.
This Kelsie McCollum didn't look away.
This Kelsie--as she felt the heat of her man's body, heard the sound of new footsteps coming up the stairs, and watched Cooper gradually drop both her arm and her jaw--didn't even blink.
This Kelsie took the time to savor the moment.
This Kelsie produced the faintest hint of a smile.
What was coming...that would be for all of them.
But these still seconds, right here...Kelsie claimed these as her own...
...Until, at last, the wispy blond shifted her attention to the new arrivals at the bedroom doorway.
Kelsie could see that Jason Lim--even in this, his moment of technological triumph--was clearly nervous in Cooper Deering's presence. The all-powerful Pi Shop Queen had taken so much from him, had punished him so brutally when he had dared to confront her: Jason still had difficulty looking directly at the stunning figure in the black dress.
It didn't matter.
Everyone here--perhaps even Cooper Deering--knew who controlled the room now.
Her short dark curls bobbed against the fabric of her blue sweats as she strode forward.
Her brown eyes fired with confidence, with triumph, with purpose.
With vengeance.
Alexia Ramos, grinning, pointed a tan finger down at Deering's phone.
"Oh no! What's the matter, Cooper?" Alexia inquired. "Is no one answering?"
"Cooper, why ever could that be? Goodness, I hope something hasn't happened to Tracey Harrington! I mean, I'm just taking a WILD GUESS here...but I assume that's who you were calling?"
Deering's face and body were both now completely frozen with shock: Alexia's curvy figure might as well have been approaching an open-mouthed mannequin.
"But...I don't understand!" Alexia proceeded with glee as she arrived in front of Deering.
"If Tracey's not answering, then...how is she going to poison...well, ME?"
"How is she going to slip E. coli into my dinner, and Kaykay's dinner, and our whole team's dinner, at our hotel?"
Alexia reached up her hand and patted the brunette temptress' mummified cheek.
"Hello? Cooper? Is anyone in there, you twisted fucking cunt?"
Still Deering could summon no reply.
"Oh my God, just look at your petrified ass!" Alexia laughed. "But I can still see it in your eyes, Cooper! I can see those gears turning in that cunt mind! You're trying so hard to work it out! It's fucking CRAZY, right? Like...how did I KNOW all of that?"
"Well," Alexia proceeded. "I mean, obviously, one possibility is that I learned it all JUST NOW."
"You know...from all of the cameras."
Alexia cheerfully began pointing to different spots in the room: the smoke alarm on the ceiling; the digital clock on the dresser; the thermostat on the wall. The more Alexia pointed, the more despondent Deering seemed to become--until, at last, she snapped from her paralysis, sprinted to the dresser, grabbed the clock, and threw it to the floor as hard as she could.
Alexia jumped backward as the device exploded below her...then doubled over with laughter.
"What was THAT?!" the curvaceous athlete howled. "Oh my God...Cooper...you dumb bitch...did you take a covered wagon to get here today? Do you think you can just destroy video like THAT? That video is all in the CLOUD now, stupid!"
Alexia glanced back toward Jason, who was looking down at the shattered clock with bemused surprise, and blew her awkward beau a kiss.
"That video is wherever my man WANTS it to be, Cooper," Alexia assured. "You should SEE what my man can do with technology..."
Deering was staring at the shards of plastic and metal strewn across the floor. Her face was red, her fists were balled and shaking with fury...but she was clearly out of moves.
"That's right, Cooper!" Alexia announced. "Congratulations! You're the supporting character in a nice little film that we just made!"
"I'd tell you that you're the STAR of the film...but, let's be honest..."
Alexia turned, beaming, toward her bestie and her bestie's musclebound sweetheart.
"...The STARS were THESE TWO!"
Alexia raised her arms and implored her friends with her tan fingers.
"Kels, please! Do it again! One more time, just for me!"
Kelsie, blushing, looked back over her shoulder at Chris. Her gorgeous man's expression reflected her own emotions perfectly: embarrassed by what they had just done...but proud of just how well they had done it.
Chris savored Kelsie's eyes for a moment...then did his best to suppress the smile on his face and assume a look of anguish.
"Oh Godddddd, Kelsie...I'm SOOOO SORRY!" he groaned.
Kelsie closed her eyes and turned from her man.
"OWWWWW!!! OH GOD!!! OWWWWW! IT HURTS SO MUCH!!!" she wailed.
They had practiced this routine so many times, right here, on this very bed.
At first, the challenge during all of these rehearsals had been to not start laughing...although, since Kelsie and Chris had known just how much would be riding on this act, they had taken their work quite seriously and found their composure rather quickly.
The real obstacle, they had found, was that even the pantomime of forcing Chris to claim Kelsie's anal virginity got him so incredibly turned on that the two of them could only rehearse for so long...before Kelsie would hungrily grab his rock-hard shaft with her pale fingers, quench his throbbing passion within her wet pussy, and transition their lust from fiction to reality. Nevertheless, they had practiced until they were both confident that, when the time came, they could get it just right.
Now, as Kelsie broke character and looked back again at her laughing man...and reflected on what the two of them had just accomplished together...she felt closer to Chris than she ever had before.
Alexia turned back to Deering, who had lifted her eyes and, with horror, taken in the performance on the bed.
"Like I said, Cooper: Kelsie and Chris are the stars here. And I think you'd agree that they both might have a nice future in porn if Chris's whole football thing doesn't work out!"
"But we both know...that what is on that video...It isn't PORN, Cooper."
"What it IS," Alexia leveled, "Is YOU committing felony sexual assault."
"It's you blackmailing Chris into anally attacking Kelsie. And then getting on the bed and physically MAKING them do it."
"And Cooper...I'd love to tell you that that's the WORST thing that we have you doing on camera..."
"...But, unfortunately for you...there's the whole part where you tried to poison an entire football team with potentially deadly bacteria."
"And like I said, Cooper," Alexia smirked, "I could stand here and tell you that I learned about all of this horrible shit that we have you doing on video JUST NOW, when I watched all of that video back...but I think you ought to know by now...that isn't true, is it?"
Now, at last, Deering's stricken lips meekly produced their first word since they had called desperately after the departing Jacqueline Sullivan.
"Tracey..." the terrified temptress whispered.
"Here's a good rule of thumb, you dumb slut!" Alexia mischievously offered. "If you're going to treat every single basic bitch in your sorority like absolute shit, every hour of every day...you'd better make sure that none of them is a lesbian who falls head-over-heels for Jacqueline Sullivan and Erika Lim!"
"Tracey..." Deering squeaked, "...Is a lesbian?"
Alexia covered her own eyes in disgust.
"Christ...The amount of shit that you don't know is STAGGERING, Cooper. I'd say that no one could be this self-absorbed...but then, HERE YOU ARE!"
"You didn't know Tracey was gay! You didn't know that the Coral Gables fashion show that Jacqueline and Tracey made up was total bullshit! You didn't know that our flag football team HASN'T EVEN LEFT CAMPUS YET!"
"How about this one? You didn't know that Tracey ISN'T EVEN A BIOLOGY MAJOR! She's studying Communications! We got that whole bacteria idea from Erika Lim! How do you spend so much time around someone and be THAT FUCKING CLUELESS?"
"Cooper," Alexia spat, "You know SO LITTLE about ANYONE else, and you care SO LITTLE about ANYTHING other than yourself, that all we had to do was cook up that little display with Jacqueline and Tracey and Tristan...and then you one hundred percent believed EVERYTHING that Tracey told you! You just completely bought that you had this psychopathic sorority sister who would do anything to enable you to fuck over my best friend...AGAIN!"
Alexia, arriving finally at the moment for which she had been yearning for months, stepped across the broken clock pieces, moved so close to Deering that her sweats were brushing against the dark fabric of Deering's dress, and blazed her raging eyes up at the Pi Shop Queen.
"NOW WHO'S FUCKED, YOU COLD-HEARTED BITCH?"
