Superior Sweetheart

"Have you ever heard the phrase that no woman thinks about another woman without some kind of element of jealousy?"

"Huh?" You blink, distracted by Jess's beauty in the morning sunlight as you arrive to the sorority house to train.

"Bitches, they’re jelly. Naturally."

Jess is naked from the waist down, her manicured toenails the only color on her otherwise pale creamy lower half. She talks to you while applying make-up in her bedside mirror, her sheer midriff baring baby T-shirt riding up to her underboob as she leans into the mirror and brushes the instruments of beauty over her young face.

"We’re always constantly comparing ourselves to one another, leftover evolutionary competition mindset. We need to be better than the others, or make away for those who are."

"Yeah…… Yeah." You try to act smart, although this is obviously over your head a little bit. "I know what you mean, like, how one hot girl will always have that chubby, less attractive friend?" You watch how deftly Jess's hands apply the eyeshadow, how easily she purses her lips for a single swipe of lipstick.

"That’s more to attract men, but you’re in the ballpark." Jess turns to you with a cool and beautiful gaze. She is half sitting leaned over at the desk with her make-up items, but you watch as she transforms in front of your eyes that very instant.

Jess's lips pucker in a disapproving frown, a signature look of superiority. Her green eyes narrow with intensity, brow furrowing and nose turning up to the ceiling. Jess's long red hair is loose, and she swings her head to throw it over her shoulder, the kind of flashy mean girl look you would see in a movie with the queen bee villain heartily dismissing a lowly nobody. Jess gets to her feet with the authority that monarchs use to make the room follow suit, back rigid, legs slightly spread, nose turned up, but with her arms loose at her side.

"That’s the guy you’re thinking of going out with, Nicole?" You can taste the scorn in Jess's stinging tone. "That pathetic excuse of a dumb jock? Please. He’s not even in the same league as my man. Didn’t I tell you already? He’ll fuck you, if you want to experience what a real alpha is. Yes, I’ve told you this already, we’re in an open relationship. It’s not like you could ever replace me!"

There are two sides of this superior sweetheart personality that really make it alluring, you decide. First of all, Jess looks insanely hot when she’s mean, and she’s going to be mean to both the girls and their established and perspective beaus. Second, Jess will exhibit never-before-seen self-confidence due to her new relationship with you. This will make you look like extremely hot shit because everyone, especially the 18 to 19-year-old budding bombshells in the sorority, will have to look at you with new eyes when they see Jess standing next to you like she’s just won the male lottery, especially looking as good as she does with that smug, aristocratic air about her.

"The other girls will be so pissed off at me that they all want to fuck you just to get at me," Jess says as you practice into the afternoon. She’s stoking your ego for real, regarding you like the chief trophy in the Hall of Fame, eyeing you up and down with an openly sexual appetite. "The ones who aren’t pissed off will simply be curious about what you’re packing, what could’ve come over me."

"Oh baby, would you please do me a favor?" Jess brushes her hair seductively, leaning over the kitchen counter in the sorority basement and bearing her cleavage almost straight down to the nipples. She's now supposed to be wild for you, exhibitionistly flaunting it in front of others. Her body language to you is brazen, but controlled. "Turn that remote vibrator up in my pussy another notch? And then follow me over to the couches in the main hall when you’re done making your food? I want you to play with me on the couch in front of Caroline: she’s going through a rough patch with her boy, maybe a little show will cheer her up."

Jess walks like a boss with this attitude, strutting her stuff. She’s much less endowed in the tit department than Erin or Alexis, but she throws her body around with a new bravado, a new salacious sexual confidence that gets your dick diamonds as she practices towards the end of the evening, closing in on her personal time contractually.

"Heya Caroline~" There is an insanely bitchy tone in Jess's superior sweetheart voice. You know her sisters are going to hate her, and you’re gonna enjoy hatefucking her if she acts this way in public all the time. "So, I know you’re going through a rough stretch, and my stud of a man over here is willing to lend his big dick energy and some of his top of the world narcotics if you’re interested in joining us upstairs for a little bit."