Sexual Extortion

OOC: Closed for myself and esmeraldaflame. If you have any feedback then please feel free to PM either of us as we welcome it!

Courtney Carlisle stood in the doorway languidly watching the jocks surrounding her set up for their Fraternity party. She was a senior and well accustomed to this by now but at least she got the chance to watch them work rather than being forced to assist. Courtney had earned the right to, working her way up the social ladder within the University and receiving a glorious reputation in return. No one dared call her a slut, she was more of a predator if nothing else. Men worshipped her from afar, those that actually approached her did so with the knowledge that she could determine if they ever got laid again.

Her eyes met with one of them, a sturdy well-built young man on a Football scholarship – Jordan, the quarterback leading the winning team. He grinned broadly at her and she inclined her head with a sly smile, watching him move a couch into place as she sipped on the cocktail she held in her right hand.

Jordan finished with the couch and hurried over to be at Courtney’s side, “Hey babe!” Jordan groped her bum and leaned in for a kiss.

Courtney turned her head away from him and raised both eyebrows, looking to the ceiling with disdain, “You fuck this up and you’ll never touch my ass again.” Her head swiveled to look at him seriously, “You got that?”

“Hey! No sweat babe! Easy pickings! I’ll have her eating out of my hand!” Jordan smiled easily.

Courtney grabbed him by the shirt neck tightly, her perfectly manicured claws painted red were digging into his skin, “I don’t want her eating out of your fucking hand. I want the proof and I want her humiliated. Stupid little slut.” She left it open as to who was the slut and kissed Jordan hard, he could have easily broken her grip but Courtney’s power was not physical, she had a strong sexual hold over everyone and anyone.

She pushed him away roughly, breaking the kiss, “Set it up. I want Ryan to see the photos clearly.” She said with an irritated tone, sending him on his way as guests began to arrive.

Gordon ran over to turn the music on, brushing past Courtney on his way, he was a nerdy mousy freshman pledging the Fraternity. Courtney cocked a brow and turned to see Jordan coming down the stairs and instantly decided he needed more inspiration, Courtney smirked and wandered over to Gordon in full view of Jordan.

Gordon looked like a deer caught in the headlights, he couldn’t speak as this stunning woman walked over to him, Courtney didn’t speak, she simply grabbed him and kissed him passionately. Courtney then purposely gripped his manhood and kept enough space between their bodies so that Jordan could see where her hand was. She let him go after watching Jordan’s mouth drop open and Gordon very nearly fell on the floor out of shock.

Courtney smoothed out her tan coloured dress and walked over to Jordan, placing her index finger beneath his chin, she pressed hard and spoke softly, “If you fuck this up, I’ll fuck Gordon in front of you, lover.”

Jordan swallowed hard, his eyes steely as he scowled, “I won’t fuck it up. You’re lucky you’re smokin’ fucking hot!”

Courtney grinned sadistically, “I know.”

Jordan turned to the door as his prize and target for the evening entered the room, “You better scat Court-“. He turned to tell her but she was already gone, he returned his focus on the freshman that just entered and wandered over to her, “Hey, how’s it going? You new here?”

Esmeralda Rosalina was thrilled to pieces. Her friends were right in encouraging her to answer the Fraternity's summons. Here she was, walking into a room filled with some of the best-looking, buffest men she'd ever seen, and of all of them, Jordan, the school's football star, had noticed her first. Her heart raced in her chest. She was only an 18 year old girl, but here she was being approached by someone who could have any woman in the world.

Of course, Esmeralda was used to the attentions of males. As the girl whose breasts were always the largest for her age group - they'd finally reached their full size of F-cups - and with a sleek, flat tummy as taut as a drum, she was any man's - or boy's - dream. She was nonetheless flattered by her reception. She could tell by surprised and shocked looks on her companions' faces that they hadn't expected her to score this much success on her first visit. They were probably regretting having brought her here. She'd barely come to the door, and already she was stealing the spotlight.

A small part of her felt this was wrong. She didn't really need to be here. She already had a boyfriend, and quite a handsome one at that. But she needed to build her credentials - in a place as big and diverse as college, it wasn't enough to just have big tits and a flat stomach. Some of these girls could afford both in a weekend. However, this was more than she could hope - to meet face-to-face with a man as handsome as Jordan. She was so beside herself with excitement, she could barely talk. She felt as giddy as a 12 year old encountering a dreamy boy-band idol.

Jordan smiled disarmingly at the stunned little beauty in front of him, she was so shocked that he had spoken to her that she couldn’t even speak. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders invitingly and pulled her into the room with him properly. He nodded to several of the other Fraternity seniors across the room and they immediately moved to intercept Esmeralda’s friends under the guise of being interested in them.

“So I’m Jordan, what’s your name?” He asked as he drew her into the room properly and Gordon ran over anxiously with two drinks in hand, one in a red plastic cup which he handed straight to Esmeralda and the other was a glass with ‘Jordan’ emblazoned across it in gold filigree.

“Yeah sorry, I prefer my own glass. Weird quirk of mine.” He smirked and sipped the black liquid from it, “I hope you like the punch.”

He looked around as the room started to fill up and then back at Esmeralda, his eyes drifting over her bountiful breasts, languishing on the idea of what it would be like to mark his territory right there.

“Hey bud, hogging all the fine ladies are ya?” A male’s voice called from behind him, Jordan whirled around and came face to face with Shayne Mallik.

“Shayne.” Jordan nodded coolly, there was obvious tension between him and the lanky basketball captain, “Who invited you? I thought you only trolled the easy whores at strip clubs.”

Shayne snorted derisively, “Ouch! Burn! I’m heartbroken dude, truly.” Shayne gripped his chest in feigned, mocking pain. He was a towering sandbar of a man, dusty brown hair and thin as a rake but one could tell there was a rippling amount of muscle beneath his shirt. Jordan was hard built though and not easily intimidated by his longtime rival.

“So sweetheart, what did he fill you up with to make you take his arm?” Shayne directed his question at Esmeralda now.

“Shayne.” Jordan said with warning and annoyance in his tone, suddenly paranoid about how much the basketballer might know.

“Let the lady talk Jordan. You’re not worried she might prefer a gentleman are you?” He tore his eyes from Esmeralda to look at Jordan.

Jordan snorted, “A gentleman? Where?” He looked around mockingly.

“No, go ahead Esmeralda, tell this ‘gentleman’ what you want?” Jordan said kindly, not at all threatened by Shayne but a little worried deep down that she might prefer his company.