Part 58

Continuing on with the messages that Anna had written both sides of, Elise was tempted to chug the rest of the wine in her glass just to make all of this a little more bearable. As a more reserved girl, despite how she had been portrayed for the majority of the evening, Elise wasn’t normally the type to drink for that reason; this latest twist, however, was just another nail in the slutty coffin that had been built around her all day, and it was getting difficult to handle all the mortifying turns.

‘Elise’ was the one to respond next, and the messages continued to mirror the way that she usually typed via text. Anna had clearly skimmed a couple of previous conversations before jumping into the fake one that made it look like Elise was abusing her prefect powers and going overboard with her thirsty lesbian messages.

‘Just one little selfie, cutie? I’d hate for you to get an infraction. Your record is so perfect right now!’

‘What’s that supposed to mean??’

‘You know what it means. Come on, Anna. Selfie, please!’

‘No. This is blackmail.’

‘Yes. Or I’ll write you up and confiscate your phone within the next 15 minutes. Who do you think the prefect monitoring your halls will believe? Me, or you?”

“ . . . ”

“I’m waiting. Thirty seconds, or I send her your way.”

And that’s where Anna’s first selfie was on the text chain. The one she had taken right in front of Elise a minute ago, and the one the naked blonde had glimpsed a few messages ago before making herself read through everything in order. Context was everything, too. When Anna had given her little smile to the camera, it had looked flirty in the moment. Now? After the preceding message, the brunette in the picture looked a little more hesitant. Especially in her eyes, which didn’t fully match the pursed lips below. She was a girl being unfairly pressured by an authority figure to do this, even when that wasn’t the actual truth in the slightest.

‘Happy?’ Anna texted, right after the pic.

‘Omg, you’re so pretty! But, shouldn’t you match me? You’re wearing too many clothes, Anna. How about taking a selfie like mine?’

‘Elise, no. I need to study. And I told you, I’m not interested.’

‘Just one more, Anna. Strip for me? Then I’ll leave you alone. Promise!’ There was no reply after that; the next message came shortly afterwards from ‘Elise.’ “Now, babe. Take off your shirt, or you’ll be in deep shit. I mean it.”

‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’

‘Last chance. Oh, and be flirty, or it doesn’t count!’

Next came the shirtless selfie Anna had taken. Not fully topless like Elise was in her own picture, but it was still on the scandalous side of things. Slight cleavage from the way her bra hugged her smaller bust, as well as a more sultry smile than in the first image. Still, the slightest trace of judgment and annoyance in her expression that aligned perfectly with the dynamic Anna had created with the back and forth conversation she had created.

‘There. I’m done,’ Anna’s next message read, ‘I’m blocking you. Show that shit to anyone, and I’ll kill you.’

‘You’re so sexy when you’re fired up. How about you come to my room and we put that passionate energy to good use?’

‘Fuck you, Elise.’

‘Yeah, that’s what I’m saying! Come fuck me. You can even be on top. Take all the revenge you want while you’re up there!’

‘You know what? Fine. What’s your room number?’

And that was the end of it. A perfect ending, really, in terms of keeping things vague. The last few messages were merely details, concluding with a message from Anna saying that she was on the way. There was no actual affirmation that anything sexual was going to happen. From how the messages read, the stronger implication was that the brunette was coming up to deal with this problem face to face. Elise was the horny lesbian, no doubt texting while she was turned on and thinking with her womanhood while she did so. Anna was the pissed off first-year that was probably coming up to give her an earful and to convince Elise to delete the selfies and never speak to her again.

It looked bad. Really bad. Once again, Elise had been shown that things could get worse. Having Anna there in the first place was against the rules, and would already create countless problems if anyone beyond Melanie found out on the prefect side of things. But under these pretenses? The worst part was, it was all plausible. If Elise wanted to, she could access any number of details amidst the materials she had access to. She had personal contact info for the majority of girls Anna’s age, but things like cell phone numbers were only supposed to be pulled in borderline emergency circumstances. Not for the seemingly slutty, lesbian motivations it seemed that Elise had for doing so.

Could she delete all this? Not really. Well, not unless Anna agreed to delete everything as well. If anything, it would be worse if Elise cleared it from her own phone, but Anna didn’t. It would look like she was trying to hide something. “Anna . . . ” Elise muttered. She trailed off right away, speechless. Obviously Kaitlyn’s blackmail material could easily ruin her as well, but these false texts hit Elise in a completely different way. She had been a perfect leader at Edgewood. A prefect who followed everything to the letter, up until she unwittingly allowed a group of devious first-years to run off with her backpack full of materials that were supposed to be confidential. Yes, a video of her getting off to another girl was a lot, considering Elise’s actual sexuality. But to suggest that she was getting up to things like this, when she had never stepped so much as a toe out of line before?!

“Elise,” Anna plainly said, “Tell you what. Let’s finish our wine, and have a few more bites of this lovely meal I prepared for us. Then we can have a little chat on the bed.”

“Okay,” Elise muttered. She didn’t know what else to say. Elise was younger. Smaller. Nothing about the girl was intimidating, especially compared to girls like Kaitlyn and Melanie, yet Elise felt more vulnerable than ever now that the brunette girl before her had pulled something like this.

Time and time again, Anna was proving that she was a little more than she seemed. She had at least shown a little restraint, considering how many selfies she had taken before deciding to only send two to breathe life into the narrative she had created. Or, more likely, the more bright and flirty pictures just didn’t make much sense when she was trying to pull off ‘blackmailed into sending nudes.’

“I should probably strip down, too,” Anna said. She knocked back the rest of her wine, then stood up to do just that. Taking a step back to avoid potentially kicking the dorm room picnic, Anna brushed her hair back for a moment before focusing on her skirt. It didn’t take long before the uniform piece was loose on her hips, and she teased the waistband of the nude panties that matched the bra she was wearing.

Putting on a show, for the girl who was still very much flustered and confused when it came to the fairer sex.

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