Another slut for Erin to play with

The sexy alpha bitch Erin grinds her pelvis into the brunette's slurping lezbo hole, annoyed at the interruption but also possibly intrigued. She waits for the disruption to bugger off, but there is only a second round of 'raps on the door, and then a female voice, wavering:

"Sheila? Sheila, are, are you in there?"

"Mmmngh?" Muffled at Erin's slick mouth, the brunette (who finally has a name) jolts from her subservient position for a moment before Erin uses the spike of her heel into the dimple of the brunette's butt to keep her wedged between her mistress's legs. But the brunette squirms and manages to say, "Oh shit, it’s my friend, Margaret. Don't answer the-- I, I mean... she can't-"

"Shut up and serve, kitten." Erin scoots off her leather arm chair and uses the tie wrapped securely around the busty 20-year-old's throat to make the MDMA-enthralled, newly bisexual hoe push her nose and juice-slick lips back into the shaved Wonderland of Erin's sex. "Let mama handle this."

With only one hand needed to control the KD brunette's makeshift collar, Erin‘s left hand finds her phone. Via her thumb print, a security code, she gracefully opens up a security app linked to a hidden camera in the hallway.

Erin purrs and pushes 'Sheila' deeper into her pleasure hole. Outside the door is a petite and cute young girl with dark black hair, maybe 19 at most, and only a hair over 5 feet tall. Straight black hair and a skimpy push-up top to exaggerate her modest breasts, Erin uses her spy camera to ogle the intruder who is fidgeting at the hem of her skirt, fingers brushing over the material of her yoga bottoms in agitation. The petite newcomer looks around the empty penthouse foyer nervously, dark green eyes dilated with the telltale signs of some other substance.

This is one of the girls who most likely wandered into Lati's room… Possibly a double score for Erin. Not only can she get a second **** slut to service her (she was growing board of the brunette to be honest)but she might be able to get incriminating information on her sorority opponent in one fell swoop.

Pulling up a secondary menu on her security app, Erin not only unlocks the door but utilizes the remote function to make it swing open, all without covering her bare chest or giving the KD carpetmuncher a moment to react. It’s bedlam for a moment.

"Oh my God, Sheila? What are you--"

"M-M- Margaret! Margaret, I mean, Miss Erin, what are-"

"Sheila, you're… Oh my God. Kurt is gonna-"

"NO! No, you can’t! Why? Why did you let her in?"

"He’s been calling you and calling you! So, so, finally he called me and…"

"No, Margaret, don’t! You can’t! After I covered up between you and Johnny? You –"

"WWHAT?? Shut the fuck up, Sheila! This is different. This-"

"Come in and shut the door."

Compared to the younger sorority sluts' melodramatic bickering, Erin‘s voice is quieter, yet far more commanding: a low sensual lioness roaring to quiet squawking savanna birds of paradise. Erin has the girls frozen with just a few words.

The black-haired doll is cute: freckles that will soon be drenched in Erin's pussy leavings. She’s got a revealing red skirt on over her yoga bottoms from the sorority mixer, and she seems to be underweight, maybe 90 pounds max. Erin could grab her and knock the wind out of her with a punch, duck tape her bony wrists and chloroform her 'night night time'. But she wants one of these girls suckling on her silicone D nipples while the other nurses the next. Two sweet little girls competing to pleasure their new, bad mommy figure.

"I said, come in. Margaret was it?" Erin‘s voice is deceptively soft, inviting as well as demanding. "Your friend- Sheila, you said?- Well, Sheila was just exploring her sexuality a little bit. You can see she’s really enjoying it. But I think you should come in and stay with us a while, Margaret, at least before Sheila tells me more about this Johnny situation of yours? It sounds like quite the scandal… And we wouldn’t want anyone to know besides the three of us, would we?"

The petite black-haired girl cooperates and enters her new **** chamber, but she starts to shake, eyes transfixed on the sight of her 'friend' on her knees servicing the blonde alpha. Erin will mix a sedative into her cocktail while she uses the girls' histories and any bad blood to angle them against one another. The skinny sorority newcomer won’t need high dosage of white powders to send her to the next step, and once Erin gets her phone, it’ll be a competition to see Who winds up with the least amount of **** material being revealed to the sadistic Delta Delta sorority president.

None of these girls are going home to their boyfriends or out to party tonight. Erin is going to keep them up late, licking at her snatch and degrading one another for her amusement until the light cracks over the university campus.