My name is Elizabeth Rochester and I'm 23 years old. Throughout college I had remained firmly on top of the food chain. For my final year in college I was made head of my sorority, which was the most exclusive and prestigious sorority in America's finest university. My future was now guaranteed. Though I came from what some people consider a "privileged" background, I wouldn't really consider a helipad adequate for my needs. No, I would rather a runway. I didn't want to be satisfied with an MTV cribs level of subsistence. The contacts I would make as head of the sorority would propel me to the life of the super rich whereby I could shelter away from my merely nouveau riche parents.
I would take my position seriously. I was determined to crack the whip hard on any new recruit or anyone who threatened my position. I had gotten where I am through a little hard work and a lot of underhanded tactics but the ends have surely justified the means. I enjoyed nothing more than watching people squirm under my power and had managed to bind most of my sorority sisters into strict control or simply crush anyone who got in my way. Over the years I would become someone's close friend and confidant and when I learned their deepest and most intimate secrets I threatened to use that against them. I had letters and photographs even in one case a film, which I somehow let slip onto the Internet. My roommate Susie who was at the time my "best friend" and only serious rival for the position had foolishly told me of her little taped indiscretion with her boyfriend and after I unearthed it, I felt I had no other choice than expose Susie's as unworthy to head our Sorority.
As far as the boys were concerned I would allow them to take me out to dinner, buy me gifts and generally bleed them dry until I got fed up with them or their sexual advances became too strong. Nobody was aware that I was still a virgin as I had a string of boyfriends but I knew that once I gave in, I would lose my powers of manipulation. I believe modesty is the preserve of the weak willed and I have no qualms about reiterating my undeniable natural beauty to you now. I have a long golden mane of blond hair, which flows exuberantly down my slender shoulders. As an athlete (cheerleader) I have kept in great shape with a slim and toned stomach, perfect legs and a slightly curved behind. Everywhere I go people remark to me that I'm the all round American girl.
With my sweet enchanting smile and deep blue eyes I can entice folly upon any man. Of course the only cause for concern I have is that my breasts are quite small but fortunately I've become an expert at filling my bra to conceal any shortcomings. Of course this means that no one has ever seen me naked. I'm sure that there is a lot of people who'd like to know my secret and in order for me to keep the boys lusting after me I have to maintain the illusion. When I graduate and start earning money for myself I shall undergo surgery but up until this point my parents have strictly forbidden it.
Pledge week had finally arrived and I was going to dish out some serious punishment to anyone I deemed unworthy of our great sisterhood. One girl called Carrie particularly annoyed me. She was good mannered, gracious and meek as hell. Of serious disgust to me, the other girls seemed to adore her and worst of all even the boys whom once bathed all their attention on me seemed to be drawn to this paradigm of kindness. Even I have to admit that she was excessively pretty, more so than most of our sorority sisters and certainly the prettiest of the new recruits. Similar to myself she too was a leggy blond not blessed with an ample bosom. However, she did not have the good grace to hide her shame like I did and over the course of the week I made her wear many skin tight tops to expose her lack of cleavage around college to embarrass her but she seemed nonchalant at my many attempts at humiliation.
I spread rumours that she was a virgin and when confronted she actually admitted she was. Again to my dismay the girls praised her for her courage and seemed to be growing wary of my desire to go beyond the usual hazing for new recruits. In our sorority, the pledges were supposed to be treated somewhat humanely and I could feel the girl's sympathy slipping away towards this new threat. I would have to humiliate her so badly that she would never be able to show her face in college and no one would dare question my authority again. On the final night of pledge week, the same night as the national college football championship between my university and our greatest rivals my plan would take hold.
I went to bed the night before the game so excited I could hardly sleep. My body was alive with anticipation. With my thoughts filled with conquest and domination I finally shut my eyes and drifted off to a deep, deep slumber. The game was not on until seven but I still had a lot of preparation to do. The right people had to be bribed if my plan was to work perfectly. I gave them all a description of Carrie and told them she'd be wearing a very revealing red, white and blue dress. The rest was up to them but I figured they'd be well paid enough and horny enough to go through with it all. I delivered the dress to Carrie specifying her obligation to wear it to the game. I had all the other sorority sisters prepped also, to bring as many video cameras as possible. Of course ESPN would be covering the game also, ensuring national coverage for my plan. Before the game began I ordered Carrie to go to the bathroom with me. As soon as Carrie left the toilet my plan would kick in to fruition. Carrie entered a stall as I had I stood before the mirror just basically admiring myself when who was to walk in only Susie or as I now called her behind her back – video slut.
"Oh what a pleasant surprise. Susie how are you?"
"I haven't been well for a long time. You should know that Lizzie."
Apparently Susie had a nervous breakdown after the video went on the net. I continued to play with my hair nonchalantly. The girl was beginning to annoy me now.
"Of course. I heard you went a little bit mental. Tell me how's
Tim?"
I knew Tim had dumped her but I figured this would be a great way to get rid of her. Hopefully she would have another breakdown or something.
"You total bitch. You know he ended our relationship after what
happened. How could you do that to me? Aren't you human?
Don't you have any feelings?"
I could tell Susie was getting a little bit excited now perhaps even a little hostile. I decided it was time for me to leave. I applied a final dash of mascara and headed for the door.
"You're not going anywhere bitch!"
