Controlling the Sorority (The Magic Remote Book 2) (2 page)

Alyssa hopped upstairs to her room, admiring the lovely carpentry of their ornate staircase. She needed to confer with her second-in-command, twenty-one year old Giselle, about some details about the party. How many boys they needed to invite to keep the social lubricants humming, and how much alcohol to make sure they had, that sort of thing.

Giselle had always been good with details like that, that was why Alyssa had chosen her to be her vice president. There were elections, of course, but the girls just voted how Alyssa wanted them to.

This was also why Alyssa had allowed Giselle to be her roommate—it was good to keep a close watch on the girls who were most likely to try and take power away from her, after all. And, with as gorgeous as Giselle was, it wasn't inconceivable that she would try.

Alyssa stepped inside her bedroom—or rather, her suite. It had its own kitchen, two bathrooms, a living room, and two bedrooms. One of the bedrooms had been converted to Alyssa's personal study—she preferred to sleep with Giselle in the room.

She enjoyed knowing there was someone in the room with her when she slept, and she was rather sure that Giselle had a crush on her. All the better, then, to arrange for Giselle to see her naked and in her underwear as often as possible.

In the bedroom, Giselle was in front of her large, gilded mirror, humming a tune as she brushed her thick mass of dark hair. Her smile was vacant, her eyes almost blank. Giselle had gorgeous dark skin, the kind of smooth chocolate that seemed almost edible when you were close.

It was a little eerie looking at her as she sat and hummed and brushed her hair. In fact, Alyssa didn't even think that Giselle had registered that her roommate had arrived. This annoyed Alyssa, of course. Her presence was one to be, if not celebrated, as least gracious for.

“Hello?” she said loudly.

Brushing a few more times, Giselle turned slowly, that same erotic, satisfied smile on her face. The erotic nature of her smile reflected the same erotic nature of her outfit. She wore a clingy pink slip, her dark breasts practically hanging out of it. Her platform heels were easily six-inches high, made from completely transparent plastic. A little pink, ruffly collar decorated her neck.

“Oh, hello Alyssa. It's
so
good to see you.”

On the counter behind Giselle, there was a silver remote and a gold crown. Alyssa tilted her head, examining them.

“What are those?” she pointed. “Did you get a new television or something?”

“Those?” Giselle barely turned. “Oh. Don't worry about those. How are you, dear?”

Alyssa didn't like having her questions avoided. She certainly didn't like being called “dear.” But if Giselle wanted to be obtuse, Alyssa felt confident she could work around it.

“How was your morning?” she asked, changing the subject.

“Oh, it was delightful,” said Giselle. “I was with Carmen the whole time. You know, that pledge?”

Alyssa did know. She felt Carmen had a lot of promise. A true rich, privileged snob. There was a great deal of potential she saw in that girl. Alyssa enjoyed molding young hotties into queens of seduction like herself.

It was just too bad the girl dressed like she was Amish, locked up inside of drab, gray dresses all the time. It was like she didn't want anybody knowing she had an amazing body to advertise. Still, that was something Alyssa could work on with the girl. Men liked women that showed off.

“Oh, right.” Alyssa said, as if remembering. Of course, she already knew that was what happened—there was very little in the house that Alyssa didn't know about. “You guys went shopping, right?”

“Sort of. She wanted me to go meet her boyfriend, first.”

“Meet her boyfriend?”

“Yeah. She said it was really important to meet him to understand who she was. She felt it would improve her chances to get in to Kappa Phi.”

This was something that Alyssa hadn't been aware of. She supposed the boyfriend was a relatively recent development—she remembered Carmen had listed herself as single on the application a few months ago, back in the middle of the summer.

“Totally.” Giselle bit her lower lip, looking as if she was trying to hold in a shudder. “He's pretty great.”

“What's he do?”

“He um . . .” Giselle shrugged. “He really loves Carmen. He's just, completely good to her.”

“No, I meant, how does he make money? Or is he a student?”

Giselle shrugged, smiling, her eyes drifting upward.

“He could be a student. I'm not sure really. We didn't talk about it.”

“What's his name? Maybe I know him.”

Or maybe she could get to know him. If he was a student, then he would be in classes, and Alyssa was always looking for new men she could convince to do classwork for her. He didn't even have to be that good at it—it was good just to have a pool of workers she could motivate.

And if he had any money—which he almost certainly would need to, to bag a snobby bitch like Carmen—then Alyssa wanted to be the one to relieve him of such a monetary burden.

“His name?” Giselle looked confused for a moment. “I mean, I know what to call him, but I don't really know his name, per se. I didn't think it was important. I mean, do you really need to know someone's name for him to be the most perfect man you've ever met? For him to be your boyfriend like, right away?”

Alyssa was taken aback. This was certainly an odd development. She watched Giselle's slender hands move up her tiny slip to her thighs, the dark-skinned girl breathing heavily and licking her lips.

“You don't know his name, or what he does, and he's your boyfriend now, too? And Carmen's? Girl, would you listen to yourself? This sounds nuts! Did he drug you or something?”

“Drug me?”

Giselle crossed her legs and then her arms, turning away.

“That's a little harsh, Alyssa. That really makes me wonder if you know what it is to fall in love, like, right away. Are you saying it's impossible for someone to fall in love at first sight? Like, that you are just so totally suddenly in love that you knew you had been that way your whole life, and that everything that ever happens from now on will be perfect and wonderful because your hot, studly man wants you around sometimes to suck his big, perfect yummy cock?”

A bizarre tinge had filled Giselle's gaze. Alyssa wasn't sure how to react to the diatribe. On a scale of one to crazy, Giselle was sounding like a full-on loon.

“He's just wonderful, Alyssa,” Giselle said. Her voice had added a lilt to it, like she was singing. “I'm sure you're going to think so, too.”

“If it's um, all the same to you, sweetie, I think I would rather not have whatever it is you've had.”

Giselle tsked, shaking her head. She reached behind herself and slipped on the crown that had been sitting on the counter.

“What are you doing?” Alyssa asked. “What's with the stupid crown?”

“Oh, it's not stupid. You'll change your mind. I did. I was so scared at first. I watched him wipe out Carmen's mind right there in front of me. She asked him to do it. Begged him to wipe her clean. And then while he sucked out every single one of her thoughts, she sucked on his big, beautiful cock. He just hit the remote on her again, and again, and again, ordering her to cum while he wiped out her mind.”

A deep, prescient sense of dread of developed in the back of Alyssa's throat. She tried to move her legs, but found they were frozen with fear. Desperately, she tried to move them again as Giselle kept talking.

“And then he started coming toward me, and I was so terrified . . . but that was silly. All he was offering was bliss. Why wouldn't I want to feel wonderful all the time? He showed me how silly it was to want anything else. Obedience is pleasure, after all. That's something everyone ought to know.”

Alyssa started backing toward the door. There was no way to know what was going to happen next, but she was certain she didn't want to be a part of it.

“Here,” Giselle said, smiling brilliantly, holding the remote up and aiming at Alyssa. “Let me show you what I mean, okay?”

“N-no,” blurted Alyssa. “I-I don't think . . .”

A hot purple light that filled the room.

* * * * *

H
er thoughts had dissipated entirely. Worries and concerns slid down beneath a hot, easy soil of arousal, a fertile area for the wonderful ideas that Giselle expressed.

Alyssa found herself sitting on the bed with one of Giselle's smooth, lovely legs wrapped around her own. That was nice. Giselle was so nice. Everything was so nice when Giselle was near her. They were such good, close friends. It felt natural to share everything she had with her.

Alyssa had been kind of a prude earlier. She didn't remember about what, but she knew it was true. It would be way cooler of her to just sit and talk things out with Giselle.

Keep an open mind, Alyssa. Experiment. That's really important.

“I have something to confess,” Giselle said, stroking Alyssa's hair. “I . . . “ the pretty dark-skinned girl took a breath. “I have like, an enormous crush on you. I didn't really know I was into girls before? But I really, really am. And I'm especially into you.”

Alyssa felt her heart thumping fast. Oh wow. That was so honest, so open of Giselle to say that. She felt like she had to reciprocate the honesty, somehow.

She didn't know if she was a lesbian, of course. But Giselle
was
really so very pretty.

“I mean, I really like you, Giselle, I just . . . um, well . . .”

“It's important to experiment, Alyssa. We're in college.”

That
was
true. That was probably one of the more true things that Alyssa had ever known. It was tattooed on her pretty little mind, right next to “Drink water,” “Eat food,” and “Breathing is essential.”

Alyssa inhaled deeply, taking in Giselle's exotic scent.

“You smell so good,” Alyssa cooed. “I didn't know before how good you smelled.”

Giselle giggled, hugging her friend tightly. The crown Giselle wore knocked against Alyssa's head a bit, but that was okay. It was a pretty cool crown. It was probably the coolest piece of headwear that Alyssa had ever seen, so it was totally fine that Giselle was wearing it.

Alyssa took the opportunity to hug Giselle back, to inhale her scent once more.  God, she felt sooo soft!

Alyssa knew she deserved to use Giselle as her one-time bisexual college experiment, deserved to do whatever she wanted with her. She was that beautiful, after all. They both were.

“I'd really like to talk about this under the sheets with you,” said Giselle. “I'd be way more comfortable there. Is that all right?”

“Under the sheets?”

Alyssa considered. Giselle was
so
warm.

And Alyssa really, really loved being warm, loved having hot sensual heat run through her.

And more than anything else, Alyssa loved being close to Giselle. And she, of course, knew she deserved to feel good, like how Giselle was sure to make her feel.

“ . . . sure!” she chirped finally.

There weren't many times in the past where Alyssa had ever been this close to another girl. But surely, she had wanted this. There wasn't much she wanted more than to press her hot, young body against the perfectly gorgeous toned warmth of another young babe like herself.

Alyssa got everything she wanted.

They moved under the sheets of the bed, each girl still with their heels on. It was more fun that way, somehow, their heel-clad feet sliding on top of each other under the silk sheets of Alyssa's enormous bed. Their legs were both so long, and that made the whole situation more exciting. That there was so much hot, young smooth flesh from both girls, so eager to press and rub against each other.

“So, like, you should know Alyssa, like I was saying, that I'm kind of into girls, now, too,” Giselle purred, advancing on Alyssa. “I didn't know that I was, but Master made it all make sense.”

That was something Alyssa wanted to discuss. Who this Master fellow was, and why Giselle kept talking about him when Alyssa was clearly the hottest thing on two legs and was right there in front of Giselle, holding her so tight. But it was so hard to concentrate on what she wanted to say—letting Giselle speak her mind was incredibly important.

Alyssa really wanted to be a great friend.

“So, what I'm saying is, overall I mean, is that I'd really like to kiss you, Alyssa.”

“Oh,” whispered Alyssa. “Oh . . . I mean, I'm not . . . not sure . . .”

She was being coy. She wanted to be kissed by a girl, wanted to experiment and explore. It was very strange, after three years in college, that she hadn't done so before. Experimenting was so important.

Giselle moved her head forward, sliding her nimble tongue between Alyssa's hot lips briefly and then pulling away. It was so hot, so wet. Rarely if ever had Alyssa had such a delightful experience that had ended so abruptly.

“Oh . . . um . . . wow,” Alyssa said, stumbling over her words in a rare display of true emotion. “Giselle,
wow
. . .”

Giselle said nothing, just looking at Alyssa with heavily-lidded eyes. Her hand sank down Alyssa's bare torso and slipped up inside of her cunt. Alyssa moaned for half-a-second, and then pushed Giselle away gently.

She didn't want that; not yet, anyway. Maybe after a week or two of heavy kissing and petting. But right away, a girl's fingers touching her down there? It was too much, too soon.

“N-no,” she protested. “I
like
you, Giselle, but I want to . . . I want to take it . . . sort of slow, you know? It's just—ohmygod your hands are. So. Soft!””

Giselle nodded sympathetically. “I know, sweetie. Here, look at this.”

Keeping one hand pressed firm on Alyssa's pussy, Giselle turned and grabbed the remote off from the night stand table. Alyssa had a moment of panic and wonder, and then her mind blinked off as the purple light blinked on once more.

* * * * *

W
hen she came back online, she was kissing Giselle. And, this time, she was indeed really kissing Giselle, her tongue sliding over her roommate's mouth, her hands pawing at the black girl's considerable bust.