You didn't do very well...

Jess doesn't look too happy about the prospect of working with you. She looks at you menacingly, making it clear that she considers you useless for the job at hand.

"This guy sucks," Jess sneers at you as she folds her creamy freckled arms over one another, shaking her head. "He doesn't have an ounce of masculinity in that fat ass of his."

You absolutely fucking hate the way Jess is talking about you, though you can't blame her. You were being an absolute wimp after all. The initial encounter with Jess was no doubt a test to gauge your reactions. Playing it super nice has Jess fuming at you.

"I mean, if he can't even get a hold of himself against 'sweet lil Jess' one-on-one, how do you expect me to believe this coward would survive alone in a room filled with girls? No hard feelings boss, but the candidate you've chosen isn't fit for the job... maybe?"

Erin looks at you with a clearly displeased look on her face. "Noted. Honestly, I'm disappointed in you. I put all my money on you, but I think I made a mistake. Nonetheless, Jess... I want him on this job, and you for sure, Jezebel. In fact..."

Erin takes charge by assigning more authority to Jess. "You should take your cues from her," the blonde tells you, "and, obviously, from me, too. If she tells you to get a switch and spank one of the girls, you'd better be swinging for the fences."

Jess sports a shit-eating grin. Your loss is her gain, it would seem.

You're nonplussed, you didn't expect going from ordering Jess around a few minutes back to being instructed to take orders from Jess now. The balance of power has shifted and you know damn well that Jess is going to be a pain in your ass in the future.

"I thought the point of this was to help the pledge class girls?" you say, wondering where this is going. "But it sounds more like this about messing with them and terrorizing them..."