Camilla

Camilla Golightly was definitely enjoying her final year of school. Having turned 18, her body had matured into the envy of the rest of the students, she wore her chestnut hair down in long waves and she was always dressed in the latest and most expensive fashions courtesy of her parents' credit cards. She had a gaggle of friends, girls who wanted to be her and guys who wanted to sleep with her. And, she felt confident, several of the girls would not mind sleeping with her either.

Of course, if Camilla had **** herself to the top of the social ladder, someone had to occupy the bottom rung. Someone like Mary, the mousy girl who had still not managed to blossom even at 18, swamping her unimpressive figure in unflattering clothes from thrift stores.

Camilla was holding court in the cafeteria when Mary approached, looking for a table. The girl nervously surveyed all the packed tables, then spotted Camilla and her friends and optimistically headed their way.

The popular girls nonchalantly took up the free seats at their table with bags, jackets and their feet, managing to occupy every one just as Mary reached them, tray in hand. She smiled at them, but received no smile in return.

"No." Camilla said simply, the brief statement causing howls of laughter among her friends and Mary's fragile smile to disappear completely.

The nerdy girl turned to leave, and Camilla suppressed a giggle, waving to her friends to shut up as she called Mary back. She approached them, looking relieved as Camilla stood.

"Hey, you." Camilla smiled. "I know I'm mean to you, but I really want to do you a favour."

"You... You do?"

"Oh, yes. I want to tell you..." she leaned in close to Mary's ear, but didn't bother to whisper, "we can all see your ridiculous panties."

Mary squirmed on the spot, trying to look over her shoulder, to where her denim skirt was tucked in to the top of her pantyhose. The pantyhose were thin, and did not hide the girl's expansive My Little Pony underwear. As she tried to turn, Camilla took hold of Mary's tray.

"Here, let me help you with that."

"Thanks." Mary let Camilla take the tray and then set to releasing her skirt.

"Oops!" Camilla laughed, tilting the tray so the plate of spaghetti and meatballs it contained slid off and landed straight on the front of Mary's sweatshirt.

"Oh, no!" Mary stopped tugging at her skirt and looked down at the orange stain spreading across her front.

"Silly me," Camilla smiled, "Let me help you get that off and wash it."

"Really?" Mary said, "You don't have to... Okay, you're going to... Wait, you've got my shirt as well... Stop..."

Camilla pulled Mary's sweater and t-shirt off over her head in one movement, leaving the girl with nothing on her top half but a plain skin-tone bra, containing surprisingly large breasts.

As Mary shrieked with embarrassment, Camilla sat back with her friends. Together they watched the humiliated nerd flee the room.

Camilla was enjoying the praise from her sycophantic admirers when the bell rang.

"Later, losers." she said, standing up, "I've got a free period. I'll be in the library," she made air-quotes with her fingers, "studying for the algebra test."

Leaving her group behind, Camilla made her way to the library, where she found a quiet table at the back. She propped an algebra textbook in front of her for the look of it, then slipped in her airpods and brought up a meditation podcast on her phone. She always tried to get in a daily hour of meditation, focus her inner peaceful energy, but most of the time she found it just sent her to sleep....