The Class President, who ends up roping herself into the dream

Jessica smiled warmly at her audience: two girls, both with their phones out and filming her in her warm refractory state.

"Got everything?" Jessica smiled and coo'ed, "this will go great on Insta."

"Oh yeah..." the taller girl, 5'8", with straight brown shoulder-length hair and a round face with piercing blue eyes spoke first, "and Snap, and TikTok, and VSCO..."

Hearing all of the platforms she was going to be fictitiously humiliated on made Jessica warm up even more.

"Who are you people? It's my first day," Jessica tried to break the ice in her sultry voice.

"First day and you're already the school slut," the shorter girl sneered and made Jessica heat up even more as she held both walls of the stall to stagger off the toilet. This girl was petite and a couple of inches shorter than the first. "Well, I'm Olivia and this is Mallory."

"Class President, Mallory Chapman," the first girl haughtily identified herself, "and you've made quite the impression, blonde bodacious bimbo of Babylon!"

"Oh yeah," Jessica continued bragging as her bare feet stepped into the tile floor soaked with her juices, "lucid dreaming is the best."

A sly and malicious grin spread across Mallory's face as she turned to Olivia, who exchanged the same knowing and scheming glance, before turning back to Jessica, "oh yeah, this is a crazy dream..."

"In fact," Jessica continued, "I want this dream to get crazier. I want the class president to get naked with me so we can be the bimbos together! That'd be so cool and awesome!" she almost squeaked that last part as Mallory's face fell.

"Uhhh..." Mallory, comfortably dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and shoes, tried to deflect that conversation.

"Come on, it's my dream! I insist!" Jessica continued pressing the point as Olivia looked at the unfolding scene.