Leanna, the redhead cheerleader and sorority president

Yesterday had been an eventful day for Leanna. She had been disappointed to hear that the boys who were supposed to join the trip to the villa had cancelled. She had looked forward to posting some pictures that could make her ex jealous. And as the head of the cheerleader team and president of her sorority, she had a certain reputation to keep up.

But the only boy who had made the trip was Erica's dorky freshman friend. Sure, he was hot, but it wouldn't fit her reputation to be seen chasing a freshman. And yet, one thing had led to another. She'd seen Sam become the center of attention as one of the only men in the villa. The girls were falling over themselves to get at him. Especially this Italian slut, Bianca. And after all, he really should be hers first. Plenty of people considered her to be the hottest girl in her university. Sam would be a lucky man to have a chance with her.

And it was this thinking that culminated in her stripping out of her dress and throwing herself at you in a nightclub bathroom. She'd seen you wearing a speedo and couldn't resist the temptation. But there had been an interruption before the real fun could start. She hadn't even had a chance to strip that speedo off you. Now, as she looks across the kitchen at you, she bites her lip as she remembered the sight of your erection bulging in that speedo.

"Sorry, Bianca," she says. "But we have plans today."

"Oh?" she asks.

Leanna walks across the kitchen and puts her hand on your shoulder, in a very non-subtle show of ownership. "Yes, I've gotten us all tickets for a booze cruise. There are a bunch of girls from other chapters of our sorority meeting up. I wish you could join, but I'm afraid I don't have a ticket."

Leanna half-smiles, half-smirks at Bianca. "Besides," she adds, "somebody with as many Instagram followers as me really can't afford to be at a nude beach. It would just be tacky."

Bianca smiles. If the thinly veiled insult offends her, she doesn't show it. "Of course," she says. "I forget how shy you American girls can be about your bodies." She steps forward and runs a finger over your chest. "You should all be more like Sam. He doesn't seem to have any insecurities."

You nervously swallow as Bianca steps away and Leanna grimaces.

"I'm sure you'll have fun out on the ocean today," Bianca says as she walks out the front door. She turns around and winks at you before putting her sunglasses back on. "Don't forget to take photos."