Christy Hammond sat with her other various girlfriends at The Lounge, a local campus dive bar, as she looked over the crowd. She was never actually on the prowl, but always gave that impression. Hey it helped get guys to buy her and her friends drinks. She was in her second semester of her freshman year and was already on many people's list of most wanted co-eds, and had humiliated many men on campus that thought they could be in her league, from the star wide receiver to one of the TA's in Calculus. It was a long chain of humiliation and blackmail. She was the campus cocktease, and that's all she did plan on doing, teasing.
She was the beauty and brains of her little clique, in heels she was 6 foot, her body long and lithe with legs that went on forever. Her red hair was long and silky. She had it up in a ponytail that still went down to the middle of her back. Christy's tits and ass were firm and proportionate. They weren't small, but they didn't jut out obscenely, unless she wanted them to.
She actually wasn't too experienced. She had given a couple of blowjobs and handjobs in high school, and used that limited experience to be able to talk a good game in college.
"Why don't you do to Terrell what you do to all of the nerds that try to get with you?" Her friend Julie said, "It could stop him from making you look bad in Women's studies."
"Besides," Becky, the brunette of the group popped in, "Imagine his embarrassment when you have evidence of him being gay."
Christy knew what they were talking about. In every other class she heard about Terrell in, he was quiet and in the background. In Woman's Studies, you would think with him being one of two guys in the class the whole class could gang up on him when he did speak. Instead he dodged and parried every ones words, and poked back. She never heard of him going out, and really never seen him do much of anything outside of the various courses.
She didn't see him at parties, but then he was of a geek.
"It's sad he's an asshole, because he could be cute if he actually had a makeover," Becky continued interrupting Christy's thoughts and Becky sighed.
"Awww, Becky does have a crush on the geek?" Julie teased.
"No, I just think people need to learn that style is a good thing, and that wearing cargo pants and a t-shirt to class all the time isn't stylish. He could also grow some hair instead of shaving his head all the time. Only black guys can pull the bald look off right."
Christy downed the rest of her drink, "Okay I'm going to do it. Meet me at the sorority house, I'll show you the pictures that we can laugh at later." The girls laughed. They always liked the stories that Christy told, especially if there were pictures.
Christy got up. She flirted and smiled to various guys as she got out the door. She wasn't all for the humiliation, just to get enough sugar daddies to get her way through college. Compliment a nerd here and you might get a report written. Rub up against the right dealer and you could score some free E. Cry to the right jock and that same dealer would get the shit kicked out of him. She never promised anything and people really weren't worthy on the scope. When she did do anything in college it was testing the waters to see if the guy would help her get ahead after college, either by being rich or having the vibes of total success, but most of those puttered out when they couldn't last in her hand longer then 5 seconds. That just wasn't going to do for her.
She stood before Terrell's dorm room. She looked herself up and down and knew she was hot. She wore knee high leather boots, a barely there short pink pleated skirt with booty shorts under it. The blouse she wore was low cut and tight, pushing up her cleavage. She kept her cell phone at her belt for easy access, mostly to take camera pictures with. She put her hand up and breathed into it. It had just enough of a scent of alcohol to make him think she was toasted. She was ready as she'll ever be as she knocked on the door to the room.
The door opened at Terrell stood there. They were eye level when she was wearing heels, and a part of her was glad she did wear the heels since it gave her more of a domineering advantage, "Terrell! Hi there!"
"What do you want?" he questioned raising a brow. He was, as usual, wearing a t-shirt and loose cargo pants.
"Is that how you treat all the ladies that come to your door?" she smiled a winning smile.
"Only the ones that have the reputation you do," he countered. This wasn't going to be easy she thought, but kept the smile.
"Can I come in?" she said squeezing herself in uninvited, making sure to press her body firmly against his as she did so, giving him the opportunity to take in her scent.
"Well I guess you can," he said, mostly stating the obvious that she didn't even wait for him to answer, "Now what do you want?"
"What do you do in here all the time?" She asked, talking to him very closely. She didn't really care, it was the banter to get him going.
"I study. I sleep. I eat. If that's all you wanted to know then you can leave."
"Awww, all work and no play does make Terrell a dull boy," she said as she whipped her head around quickly, smacking him with her long ponytail. She looked around the room. There was a computer, a bed, a mini fridge. She didn't see one form of decoration through the room. Anyone else had something she could play off of to get them going.
"Unlike you, I don't play games, I'm serious about my education," he claimed as she walked over to his fridge and bent down, showing her firm ass and looked into the fridge.
"What do you have to drink, I'll mix us up something?" She saw Red Bull, Vitamin Water, Juices, but nothing alcoholic. She felt his eyes on her and turned her head to look at him. His small penis was probably already tenting up. A lot of guys played this game before and proved to have dicks the size of her pinky.
"I don't drink, I'm here to study and get the fuck out," he said. She wasn't sure if he was talking about getting out of college or letting her know to get out, so she played dumb again.
"Look Terrell," she said walking back over to him and running her hands over his chest,"I just want to have a bit of fun tonight with a serious guy, one that has there priorities straight and isn't looking for an easy score. Maybe you could tutor me on how your mind works, especially in the Woman's Studies class. You are very outspoken there."
"Cause I actually read the text book and have original thought," he said a bit coldly. He didn't even move as she touched him and a lot of guys were squirming. She'd have to use more severe measures.
"Maybe we could help each other out?" she whispered at him.
"How?" he asked. He said it with an arrogant laughter underneath it. It pissed her off.
"I'll show you," she got down on her knees and unbuttoned his pants and unzipped. She reached for her camera but was fell to the floor as the beast in his pants flopped down and hit her on the forehead.
"Holy shit!" she shouted and backed up a bit. It was huge. It was still a bit soft and it was growing. Her body felt a twinge of fear throughout.
"I'll show you," he sneered, "Then show me you little cocktease." He leaned back against the door blocking her exit. She looked at him like a deer caught in headlights. He grabbed his cock and waved it in front of her.
"Okay I'm sorry, I was joking, I didn't expect..."
"You didn't expect what little girl?" he said looking down at her, "That I wasn't going to be your typical attempt at humiliation?"
