Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
I'm going to fix that little bitch! Monique thought to herself. She sat at her desk soldering on a circuit board. She was angry - she was hotter than the liquid metal that flowed to the transistor she was working on.
It had been a tough year at college so far, and Monique had endured all the insults Laura Leigh had heaped on her. However, last week the skinny bitch had the nerve - the audacity to flirt with Monique's boyfriend right under her very own nose. What pissed her off most was that she knew that Laura didn't even like black guys; she only did it to spite her.
Well, Monique was going to teach the little bitch a lesson. One very important lesson. Never fuck with a sistah!
Monique snapped a cover on the device she was working on, slid down to the floor on her back and secured it under Laura's bed with some electrical tape.
Please work, she thought. She was running out of ideas for revenge. She had waited patiently for the ice princess to fuck up so she could use it against her. She had even hooked up a camera in the room to spy on Laura. But Laura wasn't only an ice princess, she was the single most boring person Monique had ever seen.
'Well maybe little Laura just needs a nudge in the right direction.' Monique thought, as she finished disguising the small black device beneath Laura's bed.
Monique began to giggle. If my plan does work, well Ms. Goody-two-shoes won't be stealing any more boys from anyone else . . . ever again."
Later that night Monique lay in bed, her head hidden underneath the covers. Her Ipod played Missy Elliot to cancel out the effects of the black box.
But Laura didn't have on headphones when she went to bed. The only thing she had on was a pair of cotton panties and a long T-shirt that hung to her thighs. After she was asleep and her breathing grew regular, a little red light glowed on the device hidden beneath her bed. And at a frequency so low that only an animal could her, and at a wavelength perfectly matched to Laura's sleep cycle a recorded message began to play.
"Laura Leigh, when you wake up, you will be fascinated by panties, plain panties, sexy panties, panties of every color, and every size. The thoughts of panties, anyone's panties, or even hearing the word panty, will make your pussy DRIP with pleasure! Your mind will be consumed by thoughts of panties and pussies. When you wake up, you will have the irresistible urge to smell panties, because the lingering smell of pussy and sexual musk will turn you into a horny SLUT. This scent will make you desire to MASTURBATE your wet cunt. The stronger the aroma of pussy, the hornier and wetter you will become. You will be hopeless to fight your desires to sniff panties, especially when they belong to someone else."
As the message was being repeated over and over, Laura's eyes wiggled back and forth under her eyelids. The message was programmed into Laura's brain during REM sleep for the rest of the night.
'Oh yes - oh yes," Laura moaned, her hands balling her sheets up, her lips kissing her pillow. Laura thought as she awoke with a start. 'What am I doing?" she wondered. Worse, she had been having the weirdest dream that was slipping out of her memory.
She was hot and a wonderful buzz emanated from her wet pussy. What was the dream about? She couldn't quite place it, but she remembered it had something to do with her sorority sisters. Laura looked over to be sure that the inferior black bitch Monique was not in the room with her.
She was alone. Perfect. She reached her hand down and began to trace the swollen lips of her pussy and summoned up her usual image of Brad Pitt. But it wasn't just Brad, Angelina Jolie was there too. And soon there was just Angelina.
'God! I am so hot!' Laura thought, as she stroked her pussy with her middle finger.
