by Writing Shark
Your first day at the new college
The black SUV you get out of in front of the school is equally armored, luxurious and self-driving, and for all these reasons it attracts everyone’s attention. It feels like you’re Napoleon on his way to the coronation and of course you’re going to crown yourself. People make way for you as if you could destroy them with a scowl and even though you’re wearing the same suit as all the boys in your school, everyone here knows who you are.
You see many familiar faces but even more unfamiliar ones. One night just wasn’t enough to get to know all the hotties at school and others are just too ugly while you’re not that interested in the boys. Maybe you should organize a buddy, but that can wait, you decide and stride through the rows of students to the building. Your unassuming earpiece is with you and Megan whispers secrets as well as directions to your first subject.
Some of the students greet you, reflecting a mixture of cautious curiosity and aloof nervousness, but most just stare as they would at any newcomer. You’re enjoying the royal treatment when a bubbly girl breaks away from the crowd. Her blue skirt flies around her slender legs as she comes running towards you, a look on her face like she’s late for an important test.
“Hello!” she shouts far too loudly, waving exaggeratedly as she comes towards you. She skids to a halt in front of you. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Melissa, the official head girl and I’m responsible for liaising between teachers and students,” she says, showing you her adorable teeth that make her look like a cute bunny. “I’m supposed to make sure you settle in well here.” She radiates a bubbly joy that would soften your heart if you hadn’t done so many bad things since yesterday. Now you’re just adding her to the top of what will surely be a growing list of cunts you want to fuck.
“Nice to meet you, Melissa. I’m Liam.” You shake hands, eyed by many students.
“Well, let me show you around,” says the short blonde girl, brushing her hair out of her face to show you her steel-gray eyes.
“You don’t have to do that Melissa,” a voice sounds behind you and you see the horror spread across the little girl’s face. As you turn around, you are amazed to see that you are not the only one in the cluster of students that has formed around you. Then you are even more surprised when a girl approaches you, dressed in the uniform of a cheerleader, her long ponytail swaying behind her. She’s incredibly fuckable and you can picture her body in every pose imaginable. “I’ll take it from here,” she says snootily and with a superiority that infuriates you.
“Ashley it’s my duty to welcome the newcomers to the school.” Melissa tries again, but is rebuffed.
“If you show that poor guy around, he’ll think we’re all gray mice like you.” Maybe it’s because you blackmailed a stewardess into prostituting herself for you today, but the pained look on her face surprises you. There’s no time for niceties as you feel Ashley’s arm on yours. “Come with me,” she says to you, pulling you through the crowd to her group. “I’ll show you that we have a lot to offer you here.”
You feel like a fucking king. It’s unbelievable. And it takes a lot of effort not to act like a little teenager but like the biggest fucking shark in a small pond full of easy prey.
“Just enjoy it,” Megan whispers in your ear as Ashley snuggles up to you. “She’s just a dirty peasant who wants to be crowned queen. But you’re the god-emperor of this island and you decide what happens to her. Will you let her get close to you? Or will you push her into the dirt with the pigs?”
“Liam? Are you listening to me?” Ashley’s feminine touch makes you turn your head and squeeze your legs together. I wonder if Megan knows her talk of conquest is making my cock hard. Or is it Ashley going out of her way to be as sweet as cotton candy? Together with a group of football players and cheerleaders you wander through the school and Ashley presents herself at your side. It’s a courtship ritual and she’s won the grand prize as boys and girls alike compete for your favor.
“Yeah sorry” you answer her.
“Never mind. The flight here has been hell for all of us. The jet lag kills you.”
“But certainly not you,” says a football player whose name you don’t know. “We’ve all seen your jet. Pretty damn cool.” You just grin, then Ashley pulls you close again.
“So Liam, do you have a girlfriend?” she asks and everyone, even you, knows what she’s getting at.
“Here we go,” you hear Megan say. “Have fun.”
“No,” you say immediately and look at Ashley. “But I’m on the search.”
“That’s great!” exclaims Ashley. “I’m single too.” But your plan is interrupted.
“How come someone like you is single?” asks the footballer, hoping to become your buddy. Ashley gives him a dirty stare, no one here has loyalties, but it helps you.
“I didn’t get any back home,” you shrug, trying not to think about Megan, who you can never live up to. Here on the island, however, your past doesn’t count.
“Aw,” Ashley says. Her breasts press against you as she stands at your side. She’s flirting quite skillfully and using her body to its full glorious potential. It’s clear how far she’ll go for her title. “Tell me more.”
“It’s actually quite simple,” you lie. “I want a girlfriend who knows her place.” Ashley pauses for a moment, then steps up next to you again. “Sure, she can be strong and independent, the chicks today are into that silly stuff. But I want someone who knows what her duties as my girl are.”
“Duties are something women should fulfill,” says Ashley, sounding like an alien even to you. Her friends look at her too, but don’t interfere. They already recognize that something is brewing here that they can profit from afterward.
“Exactly. And she can be strong too.” But instead of Ashley, you turn in the rough direction of her friends. Claire is also walking behind you, holding your gaze and smiling. “Weak girls make me sick. Girls who are afraid of the dark.” Claire’s eyes grow wide but you’ve already turned away from her. “No. I want a girl who knows what it means to be my girlfriend, with everything I want.”
“Kinky,” Ahley giggles. Then she takes a quick step and stands in front of you. Her hands rest on your chest like feathers while her knee scratchers your leg. “So you like kinky girls?” Her voice is a wicked whisper.
“I have money and power and can afford hookers who will do anything for me. Anyone who wants to be my girlfriend has to be able to surpass that.” You snort. “Fucking yourself with a shower head is despicable.” Behind you, Claire gasps but the bystanders are only distracted by you and Ashley. You stare into each other’s eyes and you actually understand from the start that you’ve just agreed to fuck each other.
“I also like to fuck myself with the shower head,” she begins her application to be your queen. “But I prefer being fucked by real men even more.”
“Have you had many in bed?”
“Enough to be experienced but not enough that I can’t be taught anything anymore… Sir.” She smiles devilishly, sure of her attraction while Megan clicks with her tongue. “I knew someone would come along and just take me when they wanted to. I think that’s sexy.” She chews on her lower lip and her ponytail shakes with every movement of her head.
“And can you prove to me that you’re not going to bitch and that you’re a good girl?” The bystanders are amazed at what’s going on but you have no time to waste and no scruples and Ashley wants you by her side. “Can you do what you’re told?” Ashley steps even closer, stands on tiptoe and hugs you.
“You don’t want someone who does what she is told,” she whispers in your ear. “They’re all bitches. I will be your queen.” Then she steps back from you. “And a queen always makes her king look good in public.” Again you look at each other. “And in bed… you know how it goes…” It’s a really successful first day.
“You’re going to show me the school,” you finally say. “Then show me somewhere secluded.” Ashley grins mischievously.
“Yes Sir.”
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