Back to Bianca

"I...uh...I'm sorry Dr. Moore," Amy said. She wanted to go with him--she'd go with him anywhere, but she knew that Bianca would be pissed at her if she did anything other than hurry back to their dorm room for whatever twisted game she had in mind. "Maybe we can reschedule?"

"Sure," he said, looking her up and down again, "any time."

Amy hurried back to her dorm, ignoring all the stares and wolf-whistles along the way. When she finally reached her dorm and slipped inside, she was surprised to see that Bianca wasn't alone. A tall, handsome blond guy in a sleeveless t-shirt and cargo shorts was sitting and laughing with her.

His eyes widened when he saw Amy. "Wow, you really weren't kidding."

"That's not the half of it," Bianca said, "I own her. She'll do whatever I say. Watch: Amy, take off your clothes for our guest."

Blushing, Amy took off the little clothing she had on. The man smiled a huge grin.

"Yeah, just like you said," he said, "she'd almost be hot if she had some tits. She'll do fine for the party."

"Boy-chest, this is Chad, the president of Chi Beta Kappa. I've agreed to rent you to him for the night. He's paid me $25, and in exchange you're going to be the *ahem* "entertainment" for the first Chi Beta Kappa party of the year."

"I didn't believe it at first, but she really does own you, doesn't she? I mean you'll do anything she says."

Amy thought about the hold Bianca had over her, the video evidence she had. It was explicit and absolute proof that Amy was turned on by humiliation and degradation, and it would ruin Amy's life if it got out.

"Yeah, I'll do whatever she says."

"Oh, he doesn't want to take your word for it, Baby. Let's prove it to him..."