Chapter 9: “Sorority, Part 1”
It was Saturday evening, and the BAE party was about to begin. Both girls were busy getting ready for a once in a lifetime opportunity, one that most young bodybuilders could only dream of. They were determined to make the most of it.
“What should we wear?” Sara asked, rummaging through her drawers to find something appropriate.
Michelle had just put the final touches on her own outfit, and strolled over to Sara’s room to see what she had in mind. “It’s a pool party, silly! Bring a swimsuit!”
“I know! I mean, what should I wear over it?”
“Nothing!”
Sara gave her a puzzled look. “What do you mean, nothing? We can’t go out with just swimwear!”
“Of course we can! How else are we going to impress those big girls? And boys…”
“You mean, you’re going out in that?” Sara pointed accusingly to her roommate’s undersized black bikini. The top barely covered her erect nipples, and the tiny triangles of her bottom were completely obscured by the surrounding glutes and thighs. She wasn’t technically naked, but she sure as hell was 99.9% of the way there.
“And what’s wrong with this?” she teased, running her well-manicured fingers down her over-stuffed pectoral shelves. She had done this a thousand times, and yet, the sheer size of it all, the unabridged power emanating from underneath her skin, it never ceased to amaze her. The immeasurable hardness of the underlying musculature, inscribed with its innumerable striations, and blanketed by a dense lattice of veins, turned her on. Her nipples hardened, stretching the indecently-small cloth to its limit. Still she continued, her hands gliding over the sky-high muscular plateaus that made up her abdomen. Each steak of grade-A girl beef rose several inches above the underlying tissue. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes for a brief moment before taking in a deep breath, doing her best not to get carried away in front of her friend. The strained straps of her top nearly snapped from the sudden expansion of her chest.
Sara involuntarily licked her lips, almost salivating over the incredible display. After a few seconds of admiration, she managed to snap out of it and clear her throat, “Um, nothing…I just don’t feel comfortable wearing that kind of stuff.”
“Why not? You can absolutely pull this off.”
Sighing, she responded, “It’s okay. I can meet in the middle.” From the bottom drawer, she pulled out a skin-saving onesie swimsuit, one that looked more appropriate in a senior citizen’s summer catalogue than in a young woman’s wardrobe.
“Sara! How are they going to see your awesome abs if you cover them up!” Michelle teased. In reality, her bulging abdominals should easily be visible through that thin fabric.
Sara touched both index fingers to her cheeks, and responded, “I want them to like me because of my personality!”
The adorable sight made Michelle smile. “I’m sure they’ll love you. Now let’s go!”
After putting on their flip-flops, the girls left the dormitory, and headed towards the distant sound of electronic music. The sorority house was situated at the northwestern most corner of the campus, and like everything else in the school, it was big and pompous. At a glance, it was obvious that the sorority was very, very well-funded. The impressive structure was reminiscent of a Southern estate, a stark contrast to the ultra-modern stylings of the rest of the campus. It sat atop a low hill, with a winding path through a well-kept floral garden. A menacing-looking wrought iron gate surrounded the property, but acted more as decoration than deterrence. As the girls walked up the steps, they were greeted by a familiar face.
“Hey! I’m so glad you girls could make it!” an excited Kendra welcomed them. “Come on in!” They handed over their invitations, and in return received a small, silver pin that designated them as potential new members. Each girl hooked the symbol onto their waist before being led towards the pool. As they toured the house, they discovered that the interior was just as impressive as the exterior. The polished hardwood flooring and crystal chandeliers, all accompanied by the subtle scent of rich mahogany, exuded class that was well above the standards set by most college students. They also came across a large, central hall stocked with sofas, chairs, and tables, along with enough standing room for at least three dozen girls.
When they finally made it out onto the pool deck, they had to take a second to catch their collective breathes. Hot, half-naked muscle goddesses were prancing around in swimwear that did little to cover their hypervascular, explosively jacked bodies. There must have been close to one-hundred NCB students. And judging by the size of the crowd, it was likely that the entire freshman class was there in attendance. Of course, that meant the rest were the much larger sophomores and upperclassman. Intermixed was also a significant number of guys and girls from Norman University.
As they came out of the sorority hall, one of the sisters spotted their pins and intercepted. “Hey ladies, welcome to the party! My name’s Julie!”
The roommates introduced themselves and shook her hand. “Hi, I’m Michelle!”
“I’m Sara!”
“It’s so nice to meet you two! You girls are going to have lots of fun tonight. My advice: just be yourselves and enjoy the party! We have an open bar and a couple of students are running the grill, so feel free to help yourselves!”
Sara and Michelle thanked her in unison. Despite her overtly friendly and bubbly attitude, Julie had, much like Kendra, a monster physique that was well beyond their own. But as intimidating as it was being around this much muscle, it came as no surprise. They were, after all, at the premier bodybuilding college in the nation. No longer would either of them have the luxury of being the biggest girl on campus; they had to fight inch by inch for that title now.
Understanding the ferocity of her competition, Michelle was determined to shine amongst the muscular crowd. “Hey Sara, let’s grab some drinks before we start mingling, okay?”
“But…I don’t drink.”
“You’re in college now, your parents aren’t here to yell at you anymore!”
“It’s not that. I really just don’t like the taste of alcohol.”
“Well, I’m sure they have some nonalcoholic stuff too. C’mon let’s check it out!”
Although she wasn’t too keen on the plan, Sara’s shyness kept her stuck to her roommate’s hip like a conjoined twin. Michelle, on the other hand, was ecstatic. Though she wasn’t a prototypical party girl, she loved the fact that the drinking age here was only 18. This was made all the sweeter by that fact that her mom wouldn’t be here to tell her “no.” As she stepped up to the counter, she eagerly shouted, “One appletini please!”
The bartender happily obliged, “Coming right up!”
“Sara? Anything for you?”
As she sat on the stool, “No, I’m not thirsty…”
Suddenly, a rather good-looking and athletic gentleman planted himself right next to Sara and asked, “Can I buy you a drink?”
“Um, no thanks. Also, the drinks are free, so…”
“I know, it was a bad joke,” he said, grinning with pride. A couple seconds of deafening silence followed before he added, “I’m Jonas, by the way.”
“Oh, uh, I’m Sara.”
As Michelle waited for her drink, every fiber of her being was struggling not to turn and stare at the trainwreck that was about to unfold: her socially-awkward roommate was being hit on by an overbearing frat boy.
“Sara…that is such a beautiful name. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Um…no?”
“Well then, guess there’s a first time for everything,” he chuckled, as a massive, shit-eating grin plastered onto his face. “Say, I think you and I have a lot in common. Why don’t we exchange numbers?”
“Uh, I’m sorry, but…I don’t really know you...”
“Really? Then I think we should change that…,” he replied as he slowly leaned forward, closed his eyes, and puckered his lips.
Just as Michelle was about to jump in and save Sara (or rather, Jonas), a lovely French accent floated through the air, “Running off with other girls already, yes?” The voice had an almost angelic lilt: it was light and whimsical, yet carried a subtly provocative undertone.
Michelle and the others turned to find a statuesque beauty walking towards them with long, elegant strides. Her eyes were a lustrous silver, which beautifully complimented her long, smooth tufts of bleached-blond hair. In a word, her looks were paralyzing. Lightly bronzed skin covered the thick slabs of powerful, feminine muscles underneath, accentuating the rips and curves of her titanic physique. A white bikini as poor-fitting as Michelle’s adorned her perfectly-proportioned body, and along her hip was the same silver pin that all girls of the new class wore. Size-wise, she must have been the biggest freshman here. In fact, she was at least an inch or two taller than Michelle and as proportionately muscular.
She turned towards Jonas and playfully scolded him, “You just promised to me that you would bring me a beverage. But instead, I find you courting another!”
Before he could utter a word, Sara pleaded, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know he was your boyfriend! I swear, he started talking to me first!”
“Yeah, you need to keep your man on a shorter leash,” Michelle added.
The blonde chuckled musically, “Oh, but he is not my boyfriend! He is just a boy who wants to get all the girls, hmm?”
In a somewhat whiny voice, Jonas retorted, “Aww, c’mon! What, can’t a guy talk to some girls without being judged? I just like good conversation!”
“Ah, yes, of course. That is why you asked for my telephone number, no?”
“Well, yeah, how else are we gonna have those late-night talks about the, uh, geopolitical landscape of…Russia?”
Unimpressed, the blonde placed her hands on her hips, and corrected him. “It was Germany, you poor fool.”
“Oh…”
Now all three girls were giving him the stink eye. For as much bravado as he had, he knew when the jig was up. “Okay, okay, I’ll leave… I’m sorry for trying…” His shoulders slumped as he walked away, but immediately picked back up as he started to chat up another freshman.
The blonde beauty shook her head, and then introduced herself to the other girls at the bar. Her name was Jacquie Deschamps, and from the accent, it was clear that she was a native of France. This fact alone was actually rather impressive, as NCB’s international acceptance rates are notoriously low. In fact, out of several thousand applicants, she was one of only three foreign students accepted into the class of 2018. Nonetheless, she deserved to be here. In addition to her outrageous body, she had also aced all of her entrance exams, and even had her name as co-author to several articles published by the International Journal of Biomechanics. Now, she was on her way to earning a biomedical engineering and political science double-major while carving out a bodybuilding career in the States.
“So what’s the competition like in France?” asked Michelle.
“Not so bad. But I think American girls are stronger. That is why you always win in the international competitions!”
“Not always. We really just have to thank one woman for that.”
“Oui, you are talking about Ms. Monroe. She is so beautiful, no?”
“Yeah, she’s my idol, through and through.”
Sara interjected, “If the competition is stiffer here, why not go back home to compete after you graduate?”
“For me, it is the money. The endorsements and prizes are simply better here. Even if I am not first in major competitions, I will still make more than in my home country. But, of course I will represent France if I am called upon for internationals.”
As they conversation continued, the three girls got along with each other very well. Eventually, they were joined by a couple of upperclassman, both of which were BAE members, along with a couple of Norman undergrads. The group chatted for nearly an hour, drinking, laughing, and having a good time. Everything was going swimmingly.
Then, Michelle noticed something out of the corner of her eye. A figure in the distance, stepping through the patio doorway. It was a familiar face. Very familiar. Those crystal-blue eyes, sharp facial features, and that fiery hair.
It was her. It was Heather.
Yet, the body that teenage head was attached to belonged to someone else. A junior’s. Maybe even a senior’s. In keeping with the party’s fashion standard, she wore a bikini that was several sizes too small; her erect nipples stretched the top so far that everyone could see them from the side. Relaxed, those muscle-stuffed balloons she called pectorals stood out well over a foot from her rib cage. The bikini bottom itself looked more like a red pin-stripe on her hips than a true piece of clothing. The material had been completely swallowed up by her immense thighs and earth-shattering behind. She easily eclipsed every hopeful freshman, including Michelle herself, and could probably hold her own against even the biggest of the upperclassman. At long last, her biggest fear was confirmed: Heather had retained that inhuman muscle growth from spring break.
Michelle gawked in envy, anger, and fear, but she wasn’t alone. A handful of men and women had also taken notice of this radiant beauty. In particular, a few sorority sisters stared in bewilderment. “Who is she?” they thought. “Was she invited?” “There’s no way she’s a freshman.” “Does she even go here?”
As she began to draw in more and more lustful eyes with her extraordinary muscularity and hypnotic gait, she was soon intercepted by the curious sisters. Michelle temporarily broke away from her group and stealthily slipped closer in order to eavesdrop.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. Are you a transfer?” one of the sisters asked.
With a girly chuckle she flashed her entry pin and replied, “Um, no. Actually, I’m a freshman!”
Eyes wide in disbelief, she stammered, “Y-you’re a freshman?”
“Yes! I’m so excited to be here and meet all the girls from the sorority!” she spoke in a naively ditsy tone.
“Oh…wow…” She sounded shaken. Despite the fact that they were several years older, Heather’s mind-bending size and unbelievable youth were both surprising and intimidating.
“Yeah, I’ve heard a lot of amazing things about you girls, so I decided, why not give it a shot?”
“Well, you…uh, certainly have what it takes to get in…”
Feigning ignorance, the redhead replied, “Wow, you really think so?” Then, she flexed her right bicep with such intensity that it made the girls recoil. The shredded hunk of flesh erupted upwards and outwards, eventually towering over her own head by nearly a full foot. She milked her flex a few more times, sending it even higher. Each time, her massive forearm flexors clashed with the immovable bicep, creating a loud thud. With every flex, the thudding grew louder and louder, as if to hammer her superiority home.
“I guess I got a really good pump today at the gym.” Her voice had transitioned from coy little girl to domineering sex goddess.
The sisters stood still for a few seconds, dumbfounded by the sheer size of that hideously vascular, overgrown muscle. One of the sisters cleared her throat, and replied, “That is…a really great bi-…uh, I mean, it was really great to meet you. Enjoy the party!”
“Thanks!” she replied, her smile stretching from ear to ear. The sisters quickly scurried away with their respective egos in tatters.
Heather loved the fact that she was getting into the heads of more senior students. She ate up their insecurities like a vulture, turning them into her own source pride and power. As she confidently strolled towards the center of the action, something drew her gaze to a particular spot in the large crowd. As if fated, she locked eyes with the brunette whom she had met on that one, unforgettable vacation. Michelle, who had been spellbound by her mystical physique, suddenly snapped out of it once she realized her cover was blown. She quickly turned heel and started to walk away. Unfortunately for her, Heather was having none of that.
“Michelle!” she called out loudly enough to be heard over the blaring speakers.
“Just ignore her,” she thought as she tried to wade through the crowd and back to her group. Then, all of a sudden, she felt a strong hand dig into her shoulder. She stopped dead in her tracks, knowing that she had been caught.
“Hey Michelle,” the ivory-skinned teenager smiled sweetly. “Long time no see!”
Turning around to greet the enemy, she responded unenthusiastically. “Oh, hi…Heather.”
“How have you been? I haven’t seen you in what, five or six months?”
Michelle mustered the most disinterested tone possible. “Uh, yeah. Pretty good I guess.”
Sensing her displeasure, she asked, “Are you…still mad at me?”
Michelle couldn’t help but answer sarcastically, “Oh no, not at all. Why would I be mad at you?”
“Hey, we all got caught up in the moment. I didn’t mean for it to happen, and I’m really so-“
“And yet it did happen!” Heads were starting to turn as Michelle upped the volume. “Look, I don’t know what you’re on, or how you’ve done this, but you ruined our relationship! So please, kindly fuck off,” she stated with emphasis, before storming off.
Heather smiled and responded without hesitation, “Well, it’s not my fault that your boyfriend would rather fuck me!”
It took a full second for Michelle’s brain to handle the incredulousness of her comment, but when it finally processed, her inner rage ignited into a fireball. She stamped back towards her rival with authority, causing the cement to quake around her. Her massive cleavage slammed into Heather’s even larger mammaries as she leaned into her red-headed opponent. She looked her dead in the eyes and screamed, “I will fucking END you!!” before clenching her fists and flexing her arms in preparation for the coming battle.
Still smiling, she responded, “Oh yeah? Bring it, tiny-tits!” Heather jammed her powerful finger into Michelle’s pecs, and despite their incredible thickness, her adversary’s spectacular strength elicited significant pain. Michelle recoiled, but recovered quickly, ready to lunge at her target. But before either girl could make a move, a couple of sisters stepped in-between them.
“Alright you two, calm the fuck down, or both of your asses are gonna get thrown out, you understand?”
Heather simply smiled and nodded, before turning around and walking away. Michelle, on the other hand, kept her snarling visage intact, staring down her opponent’s muscle-caked back as she retreated.
One of the sisters turned to her and asked sternly, “You good?”
She sighed, knowing that she couldn’t blow her opportunity with the sorority over her hatred of Heather, no matter how deep it ran. “Yeah…I’m good.”
Sara rushed up to her once the crowd cleared. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
“Who was that?”
Michelle responded coldly, “Nobody,” before heading back to her group.
*******
Over the next couple of hours, Michelle avoided Heather like the plague. She made sure she was on the exact opposite end of wherever her counterpart was standing, shifting from conversation to conversation and dragging Sara along with her. By 10 o’clock, the sorority house slowly started to empty. Most of the hopeful young freshman were being politely and discreetly shown the door. Eventually, all that remained were the sisters, their guests, and eleven freshman, including Michelle, Sara, Jacquie, and Heather. Kendra herded the remainders into the house’s massive main hall. As they entered, a few sisters closed the door behind them, shutting the blinds as well as any remaining doors. A few of the freshman looked around with confusion.
“No, you’re not being kidnapped.” Kendra joked. “You’re here because you belong here. As part of this sorority.”
“Wait, we are…in?” Jacquie asked.
“Well, almost. We didn’t pull you in here just to chat. Over the past few hours, we have been watching and listening to you. Not in a creepy way. Think of the party as an interview. And you all got the job.”
Several of the girls gasped and clasped their hands both in surprise and happiness.
“But like all job offers, you have to sign on the dotted line,” she added. “Before you can become an official member of our sorority, you all have one final test. An initiation if you will.”
“You mean hazing?” Heather smirked.
“No,” a voice called out from atop the spiral staircase. “Much more fun.”
Heavy feet marched down the wooden steps. A woman, dressed in a ridiculously oversized bath gown made her way down into main room. As she stood in front of the girls, she introduced herself.
“My name is Scarlett. I am a senior, and president of Beta Alpha Epsilon.”
Scarlett had one of the most gorgeous faces Michelle had ever seen, even more so than Heather, Jacquie, or her own. Her long, wavy blond hair flowed freely around perpetually photogenic features: blue-eyes, as deep as the sea, bright-red, pouty lips, and a small, pointed nose. She could have said she was a world-famous supermodel, and none would have been the wiser.
“Like Kendra said, you are all here because we want you here. I know everyone has already spoken at length about the networking opportunities and social support we offer. But that’s not what I’m here for.”
Scarlett took a few steps forward, surveying the pledges.
“I’m here to ask you one question: what would you give to be a member of the most elite bodybuilding organization on the face of the Earth?”
Everyone was silent.
“I’m not going to lie. What it involves is not sanctioned by the school. Some would say it’s immoral. Maybe even illegal. But if you truly belong here, you will make the sacrifice. And believe me, it’s worth it.”
Again, silence.
“Hmph, a quiet bunch. Look, there’s no shame in being afraid or wanting to leave. If anyone feels uncomfortable, speak up. Trust me, you wouldn’t be the first. But I warn you. If you choose to leave now, you cannot change your mind. And if you do choose to stay, you must participate. Is that clear?”
She scanned the small crowd of freshmen, giving the girls a moment of ponder.
“Going once.”
Nothing.
“Going twice.”
“Wait,” one of the girls called out.
Sara stepped forward, with her face pointed towards the ground. “I’m sorry, I’m not comfortable with this.”
“That’s quite alright. Like I said, there is no shame in it,” Scarlett spoke in an almost motherly tone. She approached her, placing a finger underneath the disappointed girl’s chin before gently tilting her head up. “Keep at it. You are an exceptional talent, and you’ll do just fine no matter where you are. Now go.”
Sara blushed and nodded. As she gathered her things, she gave one last, worried glance at Michelle before being escorted out.
“That’s a shame. She would have made for a great sister. Anyway, anyone else?”
Silence.
“Good.”
Several of the upperclassman began dimming the lights.
“Now, if you want to be part of this great sorority, you will have to first prove your worth. And I’m not just talking about muscularity. We know you have that. We need to see if you have what it takes to be a great bodybuilder. For that, you need to have poise. You need to have that X-factor that all the great ones have. We…,” Scarlett paused for dramatic tension.
“…are going to have a little flex-off.”
The eyes of the freshmen hopefuls lit up. This was their opportunity to do something they loved: showing off the goods and hopefully impressing the audience along the way.
“Alright ladies, form a line. We’re going to make this a legit bodybuilding contest!” She gave a signal to some of the sisters, and they began reorganizing the furniture within the spacious hall.
“The winner of this contest will get a very special surprise. But don’t worry. Even if you don’t win, you’ll all get to participate in the real party afterwards. So have fun!”
“Hit it!” Kendra cued the girls and the music, and the freshman began flexing to the beat of the thumping bass.
Thousands of pounds of young girl-beef was on display, each slab fighting for a place on the top. Each tried to outdo her neighbor as they hungrily competed for the top spot. Hundreds of inches of muscle expanded and contracted, pushing the girls apart and making some of the onlookers salivate.
“Mmmm, we have a talented class this year, don’t we?” Kendra’s words dripped with lust.
Scarlett smiled as she looked on, being sure to size up each and every girl. But she knew it wouldn’t matter in the end. There was only one girl worth her time here.
Despite this, Michelle poured every ounce of power, jealousy, and rage into her routine. Her towering biceps and enormous bust were among the biggest the sorority had ever seen in a freshman. She was easily near the top of the lineup. But no matter how hard she flexed, the summit seemed insurmountable. Heather stood right next to her, matching every one of Michelle’s moves. Flex for flex, that red-headed copycat outsized and outclassed her much smaller companion. And she wasn’t even trying.
Then, to Heather’s surprise, Michelle shoved her aside, planted herself in front of her competition, and launched the biggest full-body flex she could manifest. Her lats burst outwards, pushing those iron-clad slabs called triceps up and out. Her biceps easily eclipsed the top of her head, while her chest, traps, and deltoids buried the rest of it. The 19” cleavage generated by her awesome pecs stretched her black bikini to its absolute limit, and her erect nipples only made matters worse. Titanic thighs pushed each other apart as they became as wide as they were long. Michelle’s young body shook with power, sweat glistening across the shredded bodyscape.
Then, suddenly, she felt a sharp pain, as if something were digging into her thickly-muscled back. She released her flex and turned around, only to find an incomprehensibly ripped mound of female muscle pulsating in front of her. Startled, she lost her footing, falling backwards onto the floor. Heather had been mimicking her very flex yet again. However, every muscle fiber on the redhead was harder, more defined, and much, much bigger. Her bikini had been shredded, leaving her diamond-bore, 5” nipples exposed. It was her rapidly expanding pecs that pushed those indestructible rods into the deep valleys of Michelle’s back.
If it wasn’t obvious then, it was now. Every major muscle group of her young body beat out her competitors by at least 50%. It was a no contest.
Scarlett clapped her hands. “Looks like we have a winner.” The music was cut off and the defeated freshmen moved to the wayside. Scarlett sauntered her way over to the victor, who was still holding that insane pose. She placed her hand on Heather’s chest, and gasped, “Wow, every bit as hard as you are huge.” Then, with perfect control, she relaxed. Heather had that trademark arrogantly sexy smile on, staring right into her judge’s eyes. Scarlett smiled back, before moving in closer, firmly grasping the nape of her neck and pulling her face in for a long, sensual kiss. Their muscular tongues explored each other’s mouths, twisting and thrusting in a dance of sexual harmony.
Once the heated exchange was over, Scarlett pulled away and turned towards the shocked, yet aroused, freshman. “Now for the fun part.”
Scarlett took a couple steps back and addressed the new recruits. “You all have been drinking our alcohol, eating our food, and using our pool for the past few hours. I think it’s time for you girls to show a little gratitude for our hospitality.”
Then, two sisters walked up behind Scarlett and began removing her bathrobe. As the heavy robe hit the floor, several audible gasps could be heard coming from the freshmen, and even Michelle’s mouth went dry. She had been hiding a body that could have been written about in ancient Greek mythology. Utterly naked, she was the most muscular and ripped person in the room, even more so than the massive Heather. Huge hunks of monstrously-ripped girl power cladded her arms like battleship armor. The two, striated globular masses that made up her deltoids capped her shoulders like mutated melons, expanding all the way to her ears. Her traps rose from behind her neckline like the sun rising from the distant horizon, nearly becoming visible from the apex of her own head. Immense lats pushed her unyielding arms to the side, and even relaxed, seemed to make her almost as wide as she was tall. Between those arms and lats lied a pair of pectorals most freshmen could only dream of one day achieving. At rest, their voluminous size easily reached her chin and nearly obstructed her own view. Below that was a 10-pack of midsection perfection, each brick of hyperdense muscle creating sharp, inches-deep crevices between themselves. And finally, there were her legs. Sara easily had some of the best quads and calves in the entire freshman class, but Scarlett’s would have made hers look anorexic by comparison. It was as if numerous boa constrictors had been stuffed underneath the taut skin of her well-tanned thighs.
“Don’t act so surprised. I didn’t get to be president by just being the prettiest,” she smirked, drinking in the shock of all of the newbies not named Heather.
Then, she signaled her sisters, and they began removing what little they had left of their clothing. The practically drooling men quickly and clumsily followed suit. “You girls are going to show us, a good, fucking time,” she smiled. “Now strip,” she commanded, pointing at the remaining clothed freshmen.
Scarlett then turned towards her peers, and said, “I get to play with this one.” She gave Heather another seductive look before reaching down, grabbing her red bikini bottom and ripping it off. She then slid her middle finger into the teen’s dripping sex, causing her to release a sharp gasp of sexual release. “Come with me, darling…” She took her now dripping fingers out from the redhead’s sex, and sensually licked the love juice off. As the two hulking goddesses made their way upstairs, Heather shot a final glance at Michelle, and winked.
“Fucking. Bitch.”