"How bad is it?" Vicki asked Haley. Vicki had done her best to put a defiant spin on her public blowjob, but she already had an inkling of how it was playing out.
"Not great," Haley said.
Vicki watched her friend search for words. "Just spit it out," she said.
"There are rumors about you," Haley said. "The whole blowjob thing, and some of it is bad. They call you Vicki 'Long Time' as in like, 'me love you long time.'"
That one hurt. Not because she felt any attachment to that racist trope, but because she was sharing a sorority with that level of stupid, with people who would boil her down to a stereotype from some old movie. She was wrapped up in an institution of sisterhood, enduring shared suffering that was meant to drive them together. Now at the first sign of trouble, she was an Other, just because she looked a little different.
"I'm so sorry Vicki. They don't know you like we do. Don't know what we have to do," Haley said.
"That all?" Vicki couldn't take the steel out of her voice. Haley didn't deserve her anger. Vicki had asked Haley for the rumors as a favor.
"And that you fucked Steve, and that's why McKayla broke up with him," Haley said.
"What?"
--
Vicki had been avoiding her roommate since the blowjob. Discussions mostly boiled down to one word answers. Janette didn't seem to understand it, but she got the hint.
The blowjob had been no picnic. Vicki had been manipulated into getting face fucked in front of the whole sorority. Liz even made it look like it was Vicki's idea.
She tried not to reflect on what had happened, the gagging, the cum that got everywhere, even into her sinuses so that days later she thought she could still taste it, running through the house naked, her breasts and ass jiggling for all to see.
It wasn't that she wish it on Janette, but... It just wasn't fair. If Janette had been the one up there, it would have been no big deal. "Of course Janette chose the cock," the other girls would giggle. "Oh Janette, you're such a slut. Maybe you can show me how you do that."
Now she was Vicki "Long Time," the one who thought she could challenge Liz, could handle the cock. Boy was she wrong. Ran out crying, covered in cum.
And why hadn't Janette helped her out? Just a few weeks ago, her roommate had volunteered to strip naked and be led around on her hands and knees with a butt plug lodged in her ass.
Only one thing had changed. Janette had made a real pass at her. Not a hypothetical sharing of sexual exploration. Janette had put something on the table, taken a risk.
And Vicki had turned her down.
Vicki was pissed about quite a few things-- the humiliation, the racism, the snickering and side eye from the other girls, but her friendship with Janette might have been the worst. Whatever she'd thought existed wasn't real, at least not real in the way she thought.
Vicki was deep in her thoughts, changing out of a white top she'd spilled marinara on. She wore a basic bra, utilitarian.
"What's going on?," Janette asked. Vicki had been so lost in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed her roommate come in.
Vicki felt an urge to cover up but fought it.
"Marinara," Vicki nodded at her top.
"Not that. Vicki, something's wrong. You can tell me. You'll feel better," Janette prodded again. "I know the others--"
"Fuck them," Vicki erupted.
Janette just stared at her with those endearing eyes, a look of concern on her face, giving Vicki space to talk.
"I had to do it," Vicki said. "Liz--"
"I know. Now," Janette said. "Haley told me."
There was a note of pain her voice. Vicki had shared the circumstances of the enema with Haley before she sent her out hunting for rumors. She hadn't confided in Janette.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Janette asked.
"I tried. I-- Why didn't you help me?"
"You mean get on my knees in front of everyone I ever met and their plus one and suck Bill's cock?"
Vicki barely had the energy to whisper, "It's what I did."
"Vicki, I'm so sorry that happened. I get why you're mad. I'm mad too," Janette paused. "But why are you mad at me?"
"You didn't help me," Vicki said. "You would have done it before. You had a chance to walk away before, and you didn't. But not now, not this time."
"I didn't know," Janette said back.
"Or didn't care?" Vicki asked. She found her voice trembling, more emotional creeping through than she had anticipated.
Janette's face morphed from quiet concern to anger. Outrage.
"I thought you were worried about me," Janette said. "That's why I didn't suck Bill off. I thought you were sweet, worried I couldn't take the paddle, thought you asked me to do that because you cared about me. I... I saw how much it hurt you last time. I didn't realize you only worried about yourself. So thanks for that I guess."
Janette stormed out, if a hundred and ten pound model could storm out.
"Goddammit," Vick hissed. She wasn't even sure why Janette had come back to their room in the first place.
Their final trial was coming right up, and Vicki was running out of friends.
--
Vicki's head hurt even before she fully woke up. Her throat was raw from cigarette smoke. She tasted stale sugar and something else. Cum?
She groaned. Her stomach fluttered. If she hadn't puked she would soon. It had been a few days since her fight with Janette, and as far as Vicki could put together, it was the day after their final test. The "black-out fantasy."
Liz had explained it to the red collars, said there was something symbolic in their loss of consent, knowing that they were going to get fucked raw while letting go of all control. In practice, the red collars were going to get stinking drunk and let the usual collection of stunt cocks have their way with them, before and after they were too drunk to say no.
It was obviously disgusting and scary. Part of Vicki wondered if it was a setup to take compromising pictures of them, insurance in case things went wrong. What more could Liz do that she hadn't already done while they were sober?
The red collars had promised each other they would lie and cheat to avoid getting too drunk, but the pain in her body and the blanks in her memory indicated that she had fucked up the plan.
