Savannah Wilson: 9.0 out of 10, well-endowed redhead.

History class goes fine. Caitlin is less distracted than she was last week. She didn't get to cum, but she did enjoy herself.

Freya moves in that night. She's not allowed to wear any clothes in the house, but she still has to move all her clothes in so she can go to classes, the gym, and wherever else her normal routine requires. Brooke goes to PetCo and gets some essentials for her like a doggy bed, a collar, food and water bowls, etc.

I explain to Brooke that Freya is the lowest girl and deserves to be treated like crap. Also that treating her badly amuses me, which is all the reason she needs to do it. Brooke just ignores Freya, not even looking at her, which is about as mean as she can get. Binita puts a little more effort into it with some insults. I have both girls record new mantas on their phones that include instructions about how much they enjoy degrading Freya. Hopefully that adds a little enthusiasm over time.

None of my contestants have managed to set up anything with their targets by Wednesday, which means they're all horny as fuck from not being allowed to cum for so long.

Freya stops me on my way out to class and drops to her knees, naked of course. “Please fuck me! Please! I'm a pathetic shite and I'm worthless, but I need your cock! Please!”

It's so weird having a girl living in the apartment that I haven't fucked yet. She looks so hot on the floor, begging for my cock, that I'd be all over her if I hadn't fucked Brooke an hour earlier. I turn to Binita, “Hey, take care of this.”

Binita grabs a magazine and rolls it up. She spanks Freya on the ass with it and says, “Bad bitch! Don't get in Greg's way when he's trying to leave!” She spanks the redhead again and Freya hops to her feat and gets out of the way.

History class is hilarious. Caitlin is more flustered than ever, fumbling over her notes and forgetting details. She also has a third button undone on her blouse, clearly showing some bra. Dave keeps passing me notes with drawings of the professor bent over, getting fucked by lots of guys. He's a really good artist, but he really exaggerates the size of her tits. I keep all the drawings.

Then, on Thursday, it happens. Freya stops me when I get home from my morning classes and says, “I'm meeting Savannah in a couple of hours!” She explains her plan for capturing her favorite cousin, all hesitancy and remorse replaced by her need to win this contest and get fucked.

We arrive at the sports bar where they are meeting early enough to make sure we beat Savannah there. I sit in a corner booth where I can see the whole place and order a drink. It's just a soda, unfortunately, since this place is strict about carding the local college students. Freya gets a table that is close enough that I will be able to hear everything. I've also brought one of my larger textbooks to hide behind and pretend to read.

Everyone in the bar looks up when Savannah enters. Like Freya, she's wearing very tight jeans that look great on her long, slender legs. However, while Freya is wearing a cute, red Manchester United t-shirt, Savannah is wearing a dark button-up crop top that shows off her impressive cleavage as much as her tight belly.

If anyone wasn't already looking up at Savannah, they are when she sees Freya and yells, “Hey, slut!”

Freya smiles wide when she sees her cousin. She cups her hands around her mouth and yells, “Oy! Get over here, you slag!”

Savannah runs over to the table and hugs Freya. Both redheads are smiling like loons. Savannah sits down and says, “You look so good! It feels like it's been forever since I've seen you!”

“Yeah,” says Freya, looking just a bit nervous. “I've been... really busy with classes the last couple of weeks.”

Savannah makes an exaggerated sad face. “I wish you could have gotten into my university. I know, I know, they don't have the art program you want. Still! I hate that you're all the way across town! Oh, let's get shots!”

It's three in the afternoon. She's going up to the bar and ordering shots at three in the afternoon.

The bartender looks at her ID and confirms that she's legal to drink, then glances at Freya. “Is your friend over there 21 too?”

Savannah smiles brightly, leans over the bar so her breasts are completely on display down her shirt, and says, “Of course!”

The bartender barely looks away from her cleavage as he pours the drinks. Savannah just keeps smiling at him. She even gives him a wink when she picks up the shot glasses and takes them back to the table.

The girls knock back the drinks. From what Freya said, this has been a ritual since long before Savannah was actually old enough to legally buy them drinks. That's why Savannah doesn't pay enough attention to notice that Freya doesn't drink most of her shot and casually dumps it on the floor while she's talking.

“Okay, tell me what you've been doing!” says Savannah. “Other than sucking every cock and clit on campus.”

“Well, that does take up a lot of my time. I'm not as efficient as you since I don't take on the guys four at a time like you do! But no, I haven't been up to anything that interesting. Just lots of class projects.”

Savannah puts a hand on her cousin's arm. “Don't worry, freshman year just seems like it's a lot of work. You get used to it.”

They talk about classes for awhile. Eventually Freya mentions some guy named Brad.

“Uh!” says Savannah. “I do not want to talk about that loser! I'm glad I caught him cheating! Fuck that guy!”

“Fuck that guy!” agrees Freya. “Hey, are you ready for a round of pool?”

The other redhead's face lights up. “Oh, you know what happens when I beat you, right!”

Freya hops to her feat. “You're not beating me today!”

The girls run over to a pool table. It doesn't take long for them to set up. They laugh and giggle between each shot, but then get hyper focused when it's time to play. I'm actually impressed with how intense they both are about winning.

Within five minutes Savannah sinks the 8 ball. “Yes! I! Am! The Champion! Time for your forfeit! Let's see, I want you to... stand on one leg until the next game!”

“Fuck, I hate you, you bampot!”

“Oooh, I haven't heard that one before. What does it mean?”

“A bampot is a crazy idiot,” explains Freya.

“Nice! I'll remember that one. Now hop over to the table and I'll get the next round.”

Freya does hop on one leg to the table, and Savannah brings more shots. Again, the older redhead does not notice that her cousin doesn't drink the whole thing. They talk about soccer for awhile with Savannah sitting on her stool and Freya standing on one leg. Eventually they decide to play another round of pool and Freya is allowed to stand on two legs again.

This time Freya does a bit better, or really, Savannah does a bit worse and Freya stays the same. Still, Savannah wins.

“Who's number one?” ask Savannah. “I am! Now, for your forfeit... talk with an American accent until the next game!”

“Oh my gaaahhhd!” says Freya in a terrible gravelly American bitch impression. “You're, like, soooo basiiic!”

Savannah laughs and heads towards the bar. Both girls go back to the table and drink, although, again, Freya manages to pour out most of her drink.

“Mmm, that's good!” says Savannah. “Hey, what tastes better, that whiskey or the cum of the last guy you begged to fuck your whore mouth!?”

Instead of insulting her back, Freya goes silent.

“Hey,” says Savannah, putting a hand on her cousin's shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Freya shakes a little at the touch. She looks like she might cry.

“What's wrong?” asks Savannah. “Is it what I said about you begging a guy for a BJ?”

Tears start rolling down Freya's face. Fuck, she's losing it.

Savannah's freckled face gets a really scary look. “It is a guy, isn't it! I've got a knife in my car, just tell me his name and we'll go carve him up like we did to Jimmy Derango's tires!”

Crap. This might all be going to shit.