Ms. H Teacher of Pain

Ms. H comes out of the crowd and walks towards Tiffany

https://chyoa.com/chapter/Ms--H-Teacher-of-Pain.181511

Behind her walks Ann, now in her new persona , wearing the Hardcore belt around her waist.

https://chyoa.com/chapter/Her-Alter-Ego--Annie-The-Goodie-Two-Shoes.961333

"So you old bat." Tiffany says with gritted teeth, "Care to tell me why my party is so boring?"

"Because it is." Ms. H chuckles, "Its the same thing of people drinking, fucking, and making the pledges' life a living hell. Let me guess you already took them around campus and have everyone fuck them and now you are doing the same thing here with them."

"No...." Tiffany stutters.

"But Tiffany..." Didi replies, "That's exactly what we are doing."

Blaize elbows Didi in the gut.

Tiffany turns towards Didi, "Shut up."

"Like I said, boring." Ms. H yawns, "And to here I was hoping to enroll my newest and brightest student Ann into your sorority and college. Now I'm thinking of just keeping her at my wrestling school. At least I know her academia career can be well...stimulating."

Tiffany snarls, "You fucking MILF! You think you are hot stuff. Being a fucking sex wrestler and shit. Yeah, I know who you are. You think we were at that pay per view of yours because of the guys that were with us. Wrong! We drag them with us. They didn't want to go! And now you come in here and telling me that my party is boring! Fuck you!"

"Then make your party interesting. Don't waste your time doing the same thing with two bit whores over and over again!"

"Hey!" Jamie yells.

"If the shoe fits."

"So what do you propose then Ms. H!" Tiffany says getting into Ms. H's face.

"Let's have a little match. Outside. And while we at it make it a traditional college match like in we did back in my day when I was part of Thigh Delta Sigma."

The girls, except Tiffany, gulp and look at the pictures of the alumni that dot the walls and sees a very young Ms. H with a 18 inch double end dildo in her hand and over her shoulder while winking at the picture.

"And make it a baby oil match. You still have those don't you?"

"Of course we do." Tiffany smiles, "Even keep a big tarp just in case. So is the match with you?" Tiffany scoffs, "I can beat your wrinkle old ass in a minute."

"Not me, my dear. Her." Ms. H points at Ann, who stands proudly.

"I need someone to test out her skills on. If you win she will join your sorority and if you lose..."

"Yeah...If I lose..."

Ms. H smiles, "My dear you never live down the humiliation."

Tiffany snarls, "Fine, deal, A match with me and your student in ten minutes."

Tiffany holds out her hand.

"Tiff, wait." Misty replies, "I don't think this is a good idea..."

"Shut up!" Tiffany yells, "I know what I am doing."

"In ten minutes." Ms. H turns and walks outside, Ann is sure to follow, "Don't be late."

Tiffany clenches her fists, "I won't be."