Sorority Resolution - Ayane Part 2

Two days later. First day of school after the new year holiday. Somewhere in the university’s canteen.

Two girls were sitting down at the most corner table. From their pretty appearance and bold attire, they could be a girl from DIK sorority. Both of them were blonde. One had platinum blonde, and the other one had a more natural honey blonde hair color.

“So, did it work? Have you noticed a change in their behavior?” Asked the honey blonde girl.’

“It should be working, I think. I do notice some shifts in these BOT girl behavior. They seem more on the edge, more anxious and awkward. I notice that Jasmine seems to check me out, and her eyes ogled me for a few moments. I wonder what she got. I also saw Ayane, that Japanese honor student. She’s wearing something bolder than she used to wear this time with a mini skirt and cropped sweater top that show her midriff. Did she get the ‘be a bimbo slut’? Sadly I don’t see other members of BOT around,” the platinum blonde haired girl answered.

“I think I saw Aisha before I came here, that girl still the quiet loner as she always was. I wonder what she got. I remember there was someone that wrote being a raging racist one. I hope she didn’t get that one. I prefer if she got ‘being a punk’ one, but being a bimbo slut seems fine too. But from her behavior, it seems unlikely,” the honey blonde girl said.

“Maybe she got the ‘no self-esteem and being self-hating’ one?”

“Oh god, that’s cruel. Who the hell put it there?” The honey blonde girl asked in wonder.

“Probably Tina did. She had some mean streak and wanted to see those BOT girls being turned into a sad, pathetic girl. But let’s stop talking about being cruel. Changing the content of their ballot with our own is also cruel. If we didn’t change those, they would be doing some positive things to improve themselves.”

The honey blonde girl just sneered when she heard the platinum haired girl’s statement.

“Anyway, what can we do next? Depending on what Serena got, she might have already tried to create something to fix the situation. I don’t want this to end so soon,” said the honey blonde girl with concern.

“Well, I already asked Kimberly to watch over Serena. Kimberly is her neighbour and her parents are quite close to Serena's parents. It would be normal for her to visit Serena's house so they wouldn’t suspect her of having any bad intent, if Serena is working for a fix, we will think of a way to sabotage her,” the platinum blonde girl told her friend about her plan.

The platinum blond girl continued, “Rather than those old members like Serena and Jasmine, I’m more interested in BOT girl new initiate. Maybe we can bring them to our side. Imagine in the future that every BOT girl was just a lesser branch of DIK. Gosh, it gave me the tingle.”

“Good idea, who should we start with?”

The platinum girl leaned and whispered a name to the honey blonde girl.

“Darn, I don’t expect that you already have a mole there.”

Meanwhile, on the other side of campus. BOT’s girl basecamp.

Ayane was having small talk with Jasmine. She was here for Serena but when she got there, nobody aside Jasmine was in their basecamp. Usually, if not Serena, Emily would be there to hold the ‘fort’ if she had no class. but Emily also was nowhere to be found.

“Are you here alone? Where’s the others?” Ayane asked Jasmine.

“A-aisha was here some while ago before you came, she’s gone now,” Jasmine stuttered. Her face looked down on the floor while stealing a glance at the pretty Japanese girl a few times. Ayane is so pretty. She dressed sexier this time. She used to wear a below-the-knee skirt and a jacket top. Is she the one who got my ‘becoming more fashionable?

“Just her?”

“T-there are also a few new girls coming to check.”

“How about Serena and Emily? Have you seen them?”

Jasmine shook her head. “I don’t.”

“Okay. Anyway, have you noticed if some of us are behaving weirdly?”

“Maybe…maybe they just work on their resolution. D-don’t think too much about it.” Jasmine responded in a nervous tone, “Sorry, I need to go to the toilet.”

Jasmine ran from Ayane as fast as she could.

The school hours had ended, not much happened in school for Ayane. As a pretty girl, she was used to get men staring at her. But she was more conscious of them this time. These men were staring at her a little longer than they used to. They ogled her. But in this university with sexy DIK girls in it, these men’s attention didn’t stay at her for too long when someone from DIK passed. Maybe, she needed to thank those DIK girls for once.

She got back to her apartment and quickly turned on her PC. She clicked on the bookmarked page, directly sending her to Zara’s profile.

Not long after, Zara noticed her being online and sent her private chat invitation.

“So, how is your day? I see that you are wearing what I suggested.” Zara asked.

Zara had been her teacher these past two days. She was the one who suggested that she dressed boldly, but not slutty enough. One of Zara's first lessons was marketing 101 for cam girls.

Ayane remembered what Zara said. “Your body is a walking billboard. A tool to make those men curious. Rather than being full blown slutty and leaving nothing to their imagination. It is better to just give them enough peek and keep them curious. A free trial to what these men can get when they subscribe to you.”

Ayane rummaged through her wardrobe for something bold this morning. She didn’t have any mini skirts and ended up cutting one of her below-the-knee skirts to create one for emergency use.

“I noticed more men ogling me. But I am not the hottest girl in school, there is this other sorority called Delta Iota Kappa, they are full of hot, sexy girls. Being a sexy, hot girl is one of the requirements to enter their sorority.”

“Okay. It’s fine, don’t compare yourself to others. At least you got these men’s attention. Do it for a few days and try to tease them before giving them your contact info. Not your phone number, but your profile on this site.”

Ayane noted Zara’s advice.

“Have you done what I want you to try?” The hijabi girl asked Ayane another question.

“I haven’t tried smoking yet. But I did spit on my meal before eating them like you suggest,” Ayane replied. “I also tried to drink my piss, but I spat them out quickly because of its taste.” Ayane said the word weakly.

Zara’s second lesson after marketing was branding. Ayane wanted to not be just a cam girl, but a freaky cam girl. Zara had suggested she to do what was not normally done by normal people. For example, spit on her meal before she ate it. Drink her piss like drinking lemon juice. And last, actually wasn’t just smoking. But being a human ashtray, she wanted them to mix the cigarette ashes with her food.

Zara did note that maybe the human ashtray suggestion was a bit over. She got carried by the ‘power’ she held over Ayane. She felt like she was indirectly being a mind controller as she ‘helped’ Ayane with her circumstance.

“That’s fine. It isn’t something that someone could get used to in a day. You did good enough.” Zara didn’t forget to give Ayane a word of affirmation. “As a reward, I will let you cum, you buy some toys after yesterday, right?”

Ayane nodded. Zara wanted her to buy some dildo and vibrator yesterday.

“Good girl. I want you to play with it now, and cum. Because after you cum, we will talk about some real business stuff, namely setting your own cam girl site.”

“Yes, Zara.” Ayane answered.

Ayane picked one of her dildos, an average sized one. She slid the dildo into her dripping pussy. She took her time, slowly pushing the dildo into her cunt. This is actually the first time she had something that wasn't her finger inside her pussy. The sensation was different from her finger. She let the dildo sit inside for a minute without her doing anything to it, just enjoying the feeling of being filled. And then she started playing with it. thrusting it back and forth, like having a real cock fucking her.

“Oh god, this feels good.” After playing it for a few minutes, she loudly cried in pleasure. Her body shuddered. And she came. This time, she was ready, and didn’t shoot her squirt at her PC, but in a safer direction, the floor.

The dopamine rush after orgasm made her happy. Maybe the resolution she got was truly not too bad afterall.

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