Sporty Fitness Model

There is something perfect about an 18-year-old‘s body. They’re not just old enough to legally fuck, their perky tits and sweet little faces are in their prime, Jess is a perfect example of this. The innocent looking ginger has a long and lean body to go along with Her blossoming bosom and her unapologetically perverted sexuality. Jess is at that golden age where she can look good without worrying too much about her diet or even needing makeup, so you decide she’ll look even better as a fit, sporty, health obsessed athletic type.

"I’m not gonna lie to you," Jess strips a pair of yoga pants off, dazzling white legs flashing you brilliantly. "I don’t really love exercise at all. Women need to keep their bodies in shape, especially in the sex trade. However, it’s just so much sweat!"

Jess shimmies into a bubble butt hugging pair of running shorts. They fully cup her slight 18-year-old booty cheeks, her long legs flashing underneath what is barely more than underwear rebranded and marked up as 'athletic equipment'. Jess is wearing an athletic sports top: sleeveless and insanely tight in the front, she doesn’t need a bra and her Hard nipples are visible through the material. Although it doesn’t show a lot of chest in the front, the back is essentially the gym equivalent of a clubbing '**** me' dress, just a series of crisscrossing strings all the way down to her butt crack, revealing Jess's shoulders and her ribcage rear view.

"Ugh, I can hardly breathe in this stuff, but it sure makes my chest and ass look great." Jess bounces around the room a little bit, pretending to do some kind of sultry cardio routine that bounces her tits and shows how flexible those legs of her are. "But you know what? I do love all the creepy stares guys will give me in the gym. It’s a shame about all the cameras in those places, the raw sexual energy can be electric, you can feel all the guys just eyeing you up like a piece of meat..."

Along with the assortment of colorful running shoes, undersized shorts, and skintight halter tops, you and Jess work out a nice wrinkle to your backstory to tell the freshman girls. "I knew he was older than me, teehee, and more than a little bit dangerous. But the way he just looked at me every time I went on to the leg machines… I found myself going to the gym every day, sometimes twice or three times if I missed him. Now I’m in the best shape of my life, and I’m getting the best sex of my life!… I just hope I stay skinny enough for him…"

The **** angle here is that diet pills and uppers compliment a girl like plastic surgery and under-eating do. It provides a plausible story about how you and Jess met, and why the girls didn’t know about him until now. Also, because you’re certainly no prize yourself, the juxtaposition of Jess, a natural knockout already, being obsessed with her body image in order to please you should set the right level of misogynistic nervousness about their own bodies that Erin wants to foster throughout the sorority. If the sorority girls don’t look good and aren’t focused on looking good, are they really worth anything at all? Not to Erin certainly…

"But you know one thing that I most love about this decision?" Jess asks you, fixing her hair in a high ponytail before she sink to your knees in just a skin tight swimsuit. "All the girls that'll see me and think that they need to look this good, some will wonder if maybe they should just kill themselves because they’re too fat and ugly. You know? They’ll see me and feel SO bad about themselves… hehehe." Jess squeals and shudders as she frees your erection from your shorts. "It just gets me so wet to think that merely the sight of me could drive a girl into unhealthy habits or suicide!"

The sicko ginger beauty purrs around your erection as she devours you greedily, the only protein in her diet today is going to be your jism.