Ava angles for the pervert vote in the second debate

Ava strategized. She needed to win the semifinal debate. It wasn't just about becoming student council president now. If she'd lost, she'd become Gary's sex **** for a year, and she had no illusions about the depths of his depravity. To win, she needed not just the campus feminist vote but also the campus pervert vote.

She spent the night edging herself to degrading pornography, not letting herself cum but getting to a place where the tiniest stimulus would push her over the edge. She knew this was how Gary and Dean Richard saw all the young women on campus, and she wanted to get inside their minds. She posted a topless pic to her socials, encouraging the perverts to vote for her and promising to text back anyone who voted for her in the debate some dirty nudes. Gary was fighting dirty. She could fight dirty too.

Ava felt like the crowd for the second debate was even bigger. It filled the quad and spilled into the streets around. She walked on the stage in just a tiny sheer pink thong. Naomi followed her. A campus security officer followed them and took a few liberties with his fingers while thrusting Ava's and Naomi's phones into their panties.

"Welcome to the first student council debate!" Dean Richard spoke from the moderator table. "The first girl to orgasm on stage will advance to the final debate, while the runner-up will become the outgoing president's **** for a year. I see the candidates are wearing just their panties, as required by the council bylaws. We've put their personal phones in their panties so you can help push your candidate over the edge. The personal numbers for Ava and Naomi are on the big screen behind me. Please text them anything you like as many times as you like."

Ava's phone buzzed a little, but she didn't let herself cum yet. The debate hadn't started.

"The first question was suggested by Gary, the outgoing president. A mosquito will stop sucking if I slap it. Girls, what will you do if I slap you?"

Naomi stared blankly, her big tits hanging heavy on her chest without a bra. She didn't want anyone to slap her. "Please don't slap me, Dean Richard."

Ava was in the right mindset for this. All the degrading pornography she had **** herself to watch for this was paying off. "I'll keep sucking if you slap me," she spoke into the microphone. The crowd laughed along with Dean Richard, and the phone pressed between her sheer thong and her clit exploded into intense buzzing.