Olivia should have been in a good mood. After all, wasn't today exactly the sort of days college life was made for? Long, gloriously sunny days where studying and the drudgery of lectures and tutorials and study groups seemed a million light years away, days that really should be intended for nothing more strenuous than eyeing up hunky guys while reclining beside a shimmering blue pool with a drink in hand. Which after all was exactly where the raven haired beauty was at the moment, surrounded by her three dance group buddies and besties; the quartet making quite the impression dressed (or undressed) as they were in bikinis that almost could have been competing to show off as much skin as possible. And yet, Olivia was seething; seething to the point she was practically oblivious to the appreciative glances and shy stares her tight black g-string bikini was drawing.

'I can't believe it.' Olivia snapped. 'They should have been a laughing stock, but now it seems like they have some kind of cult status. I mean, come on, I totally trashed that little dweeb they tried to recruit and now the whole campus is talking about her.'

'Well..that's what happens when you go off half cocked, Olivia love.' Katy let that pointed remark hit home as she took a slow sip of the glass of punch lightly held in her hand. A soft punch, with nothing stronger than a shot of ginger beer tickling her pallet. Which suited her just fine. With her long wavy black hair, sweetly angelic face and toned body that perfectly accentuated her curves no matter what she wore, Katy still found 12 o clock a little early to be drinking; her penchant for downing expensive cocktails whenever she went clubbing not withstanding. 'You know I love you like a sister, but sometimes you don't think things through.'

'Come on, guys. We've been talking this over and over for the last few days.' Freya said, her toned althetic stecjdd back on her recliner, her powder blue bikini sitting snug around her breasts and high on her hips to show off her powerful legs. 'And anyway, it was my plan too. So it's not entirely your fault hon. Now, we should just let it go and have some fun. And I know just who I want to have some fun with. Check out the hunk who just arrived.'

'That's your idea of a hunk?' the blonde who made up the last of the four asked with audible Surprise, her white bikini suddenly pulled tight around her breasts as she sat forward to get a better look, the material around her hips really needing no help to hug her toned hips. 'Really? Him? I mean, sure, he's cute. In a bookworm kinda way.'

'Well..to me, he's dreamy.' Freya grinned, her tongue flicking sensually over her lips, one hand slowly toying with a strand of her fiery hair. 'Very dreamy indeed. You guys can keep your jocks and linebackers, that's my kind of man. Unlike..wait..what's your kinda man again, Kylie?'

'You can keep your guys generally.' Kylie replied with a dismissive shrug. 'Sure, they are okay if you want a enjoyable evening. An enjoyable, very physical evening, but beyond that they don't interest me.'

'And here I was thinking you were about to come out to us.' Freya smirked. 'Still, I'm kinda glad you don't like guys. Gives us more time to hang out and have a blast together. I'd hate to have to loose my best friend to some guy.'

'Yes..well..that won't happen.' Kylie replied slowly. 'I'm not that frivolous.'

'Are you at all frivolous?' Olivia asked. 'Cause you make some of my professors look laid back.'

'Don't be like that.' Freya leapt in before Kylie could even have a chance to defend herself. 'Just because you have your panties in a bunch, don't take it out on the rest of us. In fact, you should stop moping around here and grab yourself a hunk or two. Blow off some steam. I'm sure you noticed that Leo Albright has been checking you out since you got here. He'd surely put out if you lay even a little charm on him. Maybe bring one of his friends along for the ride. Is there a better way to end a day than being spit-roasted by two hot footballers?'

'Tempting.' Olivia replied. 'Ahh..what the hell. Sit back and watch the show, Kylie. This is how you wrap a guy around your finger.'

With a confidence fully backed up by her words, Olivia paused only to slightly adjust her bikini to just barely covering her nipples, before striding towards her intended target. Unfortunately it was a stride that carried her right into the path of the mousy brunette demurely covered by a black one piece who, in her haste to reach the pool, had totally failed to notice the girl now in her path. True, Olivia had been too caught up in her planned seduction to notice her either. A rational Olivia didn't care about one drop as the sudden blindside impact send her tumbling with a shriek of shock into the previously placid surface of the water.

Placid certainly wasn't the word to describe Olivia as she dragged herself from the pool, her hair slicked back over her head and dripping from head to toe in water in a way that could almost have passed for a soft porn moment had it not been for the look of utter fury on her face.

Fury directed at the brunette who was frozen where she stood, wringing her hands before her even as Olivia stalked towards her helpless prey. All thoughts of guys pushed from her head, the dripping wet raven haired stunner placed a hand on the unfortunate girl's shoulder and with barely a word marched across the backyard that had fallen deathly silent. Such was the fury on her face that a path easily cleared through the crowd before her, the throng of people hastily stepping back to give Olivia and a victim a straight path to the still heavily laden food table before them.

'N..no..please.' The demure hapless girl squeaked before Olivia curled her hand lightly yet firmly into her hair. 'Don't do this..'

'Then you should have been more careful.' Olivia snarled softly, her voice dripping with venom. 'Maybe this will teach you a lesson.'

If Olivia's words dripped with venom, that was nothing to the purposeful fury which marked every step she and her hapless victim took towards the food table that still sat laden with a smorgasbord of snacks. A series of steps that the inwardly and outwardly cringing girl made no move to resist, the gently firm grip on her hair seeming more akin to a leash around her neck such was the power it held over her.

Power that Olivia relished and revelled in, her uncontained fury masking the warm glow of almost sadistic pleasure welling up inside her. All throughout her high school years, Olivia somehow never found herself tempted by the pleasures of the fairer sex, skipping out on the experimentation her classmates indulged in, in favour of the hot guys about campus. While she was about as lesbian as your average football jock, there something about having a cute submissive girl under her thumb and yielding to her will. Something that couldn't help getting her hot, bothered, and in need of a good screw later. And today was no exception to that.

Ignoring and yet feeding off the eyes focused on her, feeling the power she had in that no one would dare to stop her, Olivia roughly pushed a lanky nerd away from the tortilla chips he had been eyeing to stand before them herself. Not that it was the chips she was interested in, oh no. All her cruel intentions were now focused on the trio of dips surrounding them, the huge bowls largely untouched and filled near to the brim.

'Nnn..no.' The squirming girl squeaked, clearly having divined Olivia's purpose here; her hands suddenly and urgently pressed to the table as if that could save her.

'No?' Olivia smirked, her lips twisted into a cruel smile. 'You think begging will save you? Well..it might. Maybe I'd like to hear you grovel for me. So..go on..beg. Beg for me.'

'Please..please don't.' Her victim wimpered softly, surely her voice kept low to limit the humiliation of anyone hearing her beg. 'Please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything against you. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Don't do this. Please.'

'Louder, sweetie.' Olivia's voice filled with a saccharine sweetness. 'Speak up. I didn't hear that. Tell everyone how clumsy you are.'

'I'm sorry. I'm sorry.' The girl managed to raise her voice even as her head dipped in shame. 'I'm sorry. I'm so clumsy. I should have watched where I was going. It's all my fault.'

'It was.' Olivia continued sweetly. 'And since you were so clumsy, that deserves a little punishment.'

'What? No. Mmmmbbbllbbbb.'

Olivia had allowed her victim just enough time to just how she had tricked her, before thrusting her head down into the claggy green mass that filled the first bowl. Someone else might have shied away from getting her hand dirty and willingly sacrificed some depth of the plunge for that. Not so Olivia. She wanted to fully humiliate this girl and getting her hand a little messy was a small price for that. Sinking her hand deep under the guacamole dip, Olivia kept pushing until the claggy dip surrounded her fingers, flowing between them as it worked its way through the hapless girl's hair. Holding her there for a count of two, Olivia dragged her victim by the hair out of the bowl. A victim who was now utterly unrecognisable, her face a mask of green, leaving only her eyes clear as she opened them slowly. Her hair was as slick with the guacamole as her skin, looking like she had received an utterly unconventional shampooing. Again, that might have been enough for most people, but Olivia isn't most people.

Gleefully feeling the way her victim struggled and tried to hold her arms tense, Olivia used her weight to push her again into the bowl and down she went with a schluuck as the dip parted to claim her head again. Literally rubbing her head into the green gunk, Olivia drew out this second punishment before dragging her back up, her victim's looks now utterly ruined.

'Heh. Green looks good on you.' Olivia teased. 'It's very much your colour. Although, maybe you are more a red girl, hmmm? Shall we see how red looks on you?'

That was largely a rhetorical question, Olivia neither intending too or actually giving her victim a chance to reply. Or really do anything before dragging her over to a bowl swimming in tomato salsa. Which was exactly what she was doing a second later. Again Olivia drove her slimed victim's head down, the thinner liquid not resisting the pressure applied against it. Sticky juice and thick clumps surrounded Olivia's hand, the very same lumps that clung to the hair of the gasping girl the second Olivia dragged her from the bowl; the salsa clinging to the green mask it had now swamped.

'No..I think that's not your colour.' Olivia mused mockingly, her tone made more so by the cruel parody of a friend offering suggestions on a new outfit. 'I've heard white goes with anything. Don't you think?'

It was clear that her victim wasn't thinking of anything beyond wanting this to be over, shaking her head slowly in what would be a futile act of defiance. Oh, she tried. But she could do nothing to stop Olivia moving to her penultimate humiliation. Pausing just long enough for her victim to fully witness the bowl of soured cream dip before her, Olivia tightened her grip just a little, a final show of power. It was unnecessary to achieve her goal but it sent her sadistic lust spiralling.

Just like her victim's humiliation was spiralling, reaching what she believed to be its heights as without warning she was plunged into the cool, creamy, pure white dip. Here Olivia took her time, making sure to leave her victim submerged for a good five seconds before yanking her back up and spinning her around for all to see the mess she had become. And what a mess she was, trickles of red, white and green mingling over her neck even as heavy blobs of the trio of dips splatted on the ground before her.

It was clear from what could have been seen of her face beneath the triple layers of accumulated dips that she was relieved that her ordeal was over. But she hadn't reckoned with Olivia's sadistic nature. A nature she suddenly grasped first hand as Olivia pulled open the top of her one piece, leaving it stretched out away from her front, all the way from her budding breasts to her crotch. As if that wasn't humiliating enough, the poor girl could only watch on in horror as Freya and Kylie moved up upon either side of her with the salsa and guacamole bowls held terribly in each hand.

Which was nothing to the horror and disgust the trapped girl felt as her swimsuit was suddenly filled with the disgusting mess that pooled around her crotch before rising up inside her suit. While there was only enough left to barely reach up to her stomach, that was clearly enough to get her squirming in unbridled disgust even before Olivia let her suit slap back against her skin.

Now with her free hands, Olivia grabbed the bowl of sour cream and unceremoniously dumped the remainder over her victim's head, topping the dripping mess a few seconds later with a whole bowl of tortilla chips. Pausing only to wipe her hands clean on the now sobbing girls backside, Olivia sent her scurrying with a forceful push.
'Now I'm feeling better. Let's get out of here.'

Gleefully and despite her struggles, she forced her head over the closest of the collection of large bowls sat in between the plates of potato chips destined to be dunked into them. She barely had time to take in the claggy mass of coleslaw before her before her head was plunged into it. Held there then pulled out. Repeated, pushing her deeper. Then sour cream. Then salsa. Then guamole. Then into a cake with more smeared inside the crotch of her suit before she is left alone by Olivia who stalks off. 'Now I feel better.'


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Olive wasn't the only one who started this day in a bad mood. While she wasn't exactly seething, Jackie certainly had her own axe to grind over the events surrounding the audition. True, she hadn't said as much but to anyone who knew her the signs were there plain enough. Most notably the way she jabbed her finger more forcefully against screen of her iPad than was necessary, her obviously pent up frustration being somewhat vented as she put the finishing touches to the posters she was designing for the Club's first performance. And yet not being vented enough for Peter who pulled himself up from where he had been sprawled on her dorm bed, idly tinkering with an old camcorder; his sudden movement full of purposeful intent.

'Don't you think you are holding a little bit of a grudge over this? It happened, nothing to be gained over stewing over it.'

'Of course I'm holding a grudge.' Peter didn't need Jackie to look away from her iPad to know the expression on her face; The young German shepherd recognised all too well that tone of voice and the grumpy stare that came with it. 'Did you really think I'd be happy about having my newest member humiliated like this? That a certain someone is trying to end our group by attacking anyone who tries to join up. Well..I'm not going to stand for it.'

'You don't know if..' Peter began before Jackie cut him off by turning to face him sharply; even if her expression softened to show she wasn't mad at him.

'Of course it was Olive.' Jackie sighed. 'Her and her group of Alpha Bitch Bimbo's have been trying to put us under since our group was formed. Besides, she posted the video of what she did to Savannah on her YouTube account. As if she hadn't humiliated her enough, she had to splash it over the web too.'

'Well...she might have intended that.' Peter conceded, his fur rippling in a twitch that was a habit of his when he was embarrass. 'But it's actually kinda a popular video. Sure, there is the odd trolling comment but most people seem to think it's kinda cute.'

'Maybe you do too.' Jackie had clearly caught his reaction if her teasing smirk was anything to go by. 'I bet you've watched it a few times.'

'Maybe.' Peter's coy response stood in contrast to the much more pronounced ripple of his fur; in truth he had watched it a number of times, but only from the safety of his own bed, with the heavy blankets deftly placed to hide the hardness in his trousers. 'She does seem like a magnet for this stuff. You know she got utterly covered in pies at the fresher's fayre? That video is on the net, if you wanna see.'

'Nah..I'll pass.' Jackie chuckled. 'But if you like her so much, you should ask her out instead of getting your rocks off to her online.'

'Who..said I like her?' Peter said, his attempt at a casual voice not fooling Jackie for a second.
'You did. You've got that little rumble in your throat you always get when you are crushing on someone.' Jackie said over her suddenly folded arms. 'So..why not go beyond crushing and ask her out. Or do I have to sort that out for you?'

'I thought it was Olive you wanted to sort you.' Peter said, pointedly changing the subject with the one bit of bait he hoped Jackie couldn't resist.

'Oh, it is.' Thankfully Jackie bit on that one, her mind quickly returned to thoughts of her rival. 'I'm not going to let her get away with this. Some payback is needed.'

'Any idea how?' Peter asked cautiously.

'I have the beginning of one.' Jackie replied with a wicked grin. 'I'm going to need a little help though.'

'Well..I guess I'll help if I can.' Peter replied warily.

'And I might just take you up on that.' Jackie continued. 'But for now, I need to catch up with an old friend.'

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'Well...looks like your new job comes with some serious perks if this is how you usually spend your lunch break.' Jackie quipped, feeling oddly out of place in the swish French restaurant Debbie had practically dragged her too, the black haired student feeling underdressed even in the expensive silk shirt and mid thigh skirt in complimenting shades of warm mauve for the former and pure black for the later. Debbie by constrast and true to form seemed to own the place in her no doubt off the rack business suit she wore like a tailored Armani item. Truthfully Jackie had nothing to worry about; without the tinted lens of borderline envious respect she had for her long time friend barely a couple of years her senior, she and Debbie could almost have been sisters, sharing a striking similarity even down to their almost matching styles of Ravenesque hair. And certainly, to an unbiased observer, matching the other for beauty. Yet Jackie's deeply buried insecurities remained.

'Well..this is hardly usual for me.' Debbie glanced up over the dual barrier of her glasses and the wine list alike. 'But if you can't splash out when meeting your best friend, when can you?'

'I guess that's true.' Jackie replied slowly, idly toying with one loose strand of her hair. 'I'm just going to freshen up. Back in a few minutes.'

Freshen up. That was code right there, a no doubt not subtle enough excuse to excuse herself long enough combat the sudden rush of fresh awkwardness that Jackie wanted to loose pretty fast. A quick retouch of her hair and makeup and Jackie at least felt brave enough to face the other stylish diners who, in reality, hadn't given her a seconds glance she fitted in so well.

Debbie is seemed was fitting in well herself, engaged in eager conversation with the waitress who, given the flustered blush on her face, knew she was being flirted with and obviously enjoyed the attention. That was Debbie all over, she could easily find someone to shamelessly flirt with anywhere she went.

'I think we are in when it comes to extra helpings of desert.' Debbie chuckled as the still blushing waitress retreated to no doubt compose herself.

'I thought she would be your desert.' Jackie quipped wryly.

'If I'm lucky.' Debbie chuckled. 'Now..what did you want to talk to me about? We have a few minutes until we need to order, so you can fill me in on this favour you wanted.'

'You are still looking for contestants for that new show of yours, right?' Jackie saw no point in beating around the bush here. The company at which Debbie had recently acquired her promotion wasn't exactly shouting it from the rooftops that they had something new in the works after all. It wasn't like she was going to do a name drop or anything. True, in all honesty, she probably shouldn't even know this new project even existed. But Debbie had always felt that rules of secrecy shouldn't really apply between her and her closest friend. Secretly Jackie suspected she got a bit of a thrill by showing her she knew something others didn't but had never called her friend out on that.

'It's kinda hard to get people to volunteer for something they know nothing about.' Debbie conceded. 'If this goes on, we might have to wrangle together a team from the studio staff to just get a pilot episode out.'

'Well..what if I could do you one better.' Jackie seized upon that opening Debbie had given her. 'What if I could point you in the direction of someone who would jump at the chance to appear on national television, no questions asked.'

'Does someone so vain exist?' Debbie asked. 'Wait a minute..you aren't doing this person a favour, are you? You know what the show is like..so..you want a little payback..on that girl from the dance club who is always bitching on you. I'm right..aren't I?'

'Am I that transparent?' Jackie asked.

'Only to me.' Debbie grinned. 'It's a done deal. Consider it done..if...'

'If...?' Jackie asked, suddenly wary.

'If your Glee Club fronts up as the other team.' Debbie said firmly. 'That can be our gimmick. A little home town rivalry to spice things up. A little Greenwood Rivalry..hey..that's not a bad name. I'm using that.'

'Well...I dunno...the others might not be that keen on that.' Jackie mused. 'Like you said, I know what your show is like..'

'Ahh..let me worry about that.' Debbie soothed. 'I'll keep your honeys safe and clean. You have my word. So...are you in?'

Jackie's stomach squirmed, unsure how she would get the others to agree to this. But she didn't even hesitate in her reply. 'I'm in.'

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