PERFECT TEN.

Can you hear my heartbeat fucking kickin'? Your eyes light up 'cause you best believe that I got something up my sleeve. I walk my talk, no time for wishful thinking, I push up on my toes, you call me "sweet thing". And breathin' down your neck, your body SCREAMING ... and you thought that you were the boss tonight, but I can put up one good fight. I flip the script like I can take a beating...&& when you start to feel the rush, a crimson headache, ACHING blush and you surrender to the touch, you'll know... I can put on a show.

[austcnford]

TESS MIEDEMA.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve said nicer things to you, sweets.” Tess smirked, completely realizing how drunk Austi was in this moment. Her being sweet like this rarely happened. Maybe their weird relationship was changing to a normal one, but she honestly doubt that. “Hmmm.” Tess pondered over the decision playfully. She popped up and walked over to the counter grabbing the black sharpie for labeling cups. “Under the left eye right?” Tess restated with a her smirk growing. “They’ll start sagging in a few minutes. Better act fast.” She handed Austi the sharpie before taking off her glasses. 

          Had she? Probably, but Austen appreciated the compliment for reasons she either didn’t care or was too fucked up to explain. It was never easy to give a glimpse at the twisted, cotton candy coated poison in her head, anyway. Why bother trying? Her lips, stained cherry red from an earlier moment of sugary indulgence, just danced into beaming smile. “You’re so adorable I could squeeze you to death.” A sentiment that only amplified when Tess took it upon herself to snag a marker for Austi’s artistic pursuits. Her hands clapped with giddy delight before she scrambled up on uncooperative limbs. Nobody ever played into her ridiculous ideas. “Can I really?” Without confirmation, she’d already tugged off the cap. “‘Cause if you say no now, I might cry.”

[austcnford]

KACE WILCOX.

          “Kitten. Whatever you prefer.” She always did have a bit of a kink for the two names he uttered towards her, though ‘love’ was generally aimed at most he encountered. But Kitten? Now that was more specific to Austen. Fingers ran through his own, an obvious attempt for her to get into his personal space, her touch tantalising in itself, but was not something he was about to admit at this point. Not when they were passing insults and threats back and forth. “Well, if that’s the way you see it, then fuck off to whoever you wanna talk to. I ain’t waiting around here just for you to scamper off in a few minutes.” His entire physique had shifted slightly, the distance closing between them as lips hovered against her own, but never so much as touching, but his warm breathe no doubt hitting her supple skin. “And I promise you ain’t getting anywhere near my fingers, unless they’re inside of you.” A smirk immediately followed. “Not to say I won’t get a cracking pair of tits tattooed on me elsewhere though. So, you have that to look forward to.”

          The pet name reserved exclusively for her turned Austen’s into a puddle. Naturally, that meant she rolled her eyes at its use, too. “Demon Queen, Mythic Bitch, The Almighty Sex Goddess Extraordinaire. I could list a dozen other options, but I suppose kitten will do.” She put on a sigh for show, but welcomed him with eager hands - hands that contradicted what she murmured next. “Vic’s probably around if you mean that.” Were they broken up, or back together again? Most of the time, even Austi wasn’t sure. For the moment, it didn’t matter, though. Riveted on Kace and Kace alone, she savored the spill of delicious heat on her skin. He did this on purpose, didn’t he? Riled her up and got her jealous just to reel her in? She’d hate him if it didn’t work so well. Hate him twice if she wasn’t known to do the same. “If you don’t quit, I’ll show you a cracking pair of tits. Then I’ll crack you on the head so hard your eyeballs pop out. Wear them like a necklace to scare the other boys into submission, too.”

          The tip of her tongue sampled leftover whiskey from his lip, if only because she could, then Austen pulled to her knees. “You’re annoying me.” Is that what they were calling it these days? “Did you bring anything fun?” 

[austcnford]

MATEO ESTEVEZ.

“Ass cheek is fair game,” he easily agreed. A majority of his body was already covered in tattoos and honestly, he was surprised he didn’t drunkenly get his bottom inked up at this point. “You’re asking for a lot here. Are you even good at tattoo artistry? And blindfolded? What if you miss and you ruin my ass? Much like my face, my ass is perfect. Do you know how many women I’ve bedded after the old pen drop trick?” 

          A smile oozed across Austen’s lips like warm honey. “Perfect.” Now she just needed to sell Mateo on the rest - hypothetically, of course. “Couldn’t draw a stick figure if I tried, but what does that matter?” Picasso was world renowned, and his work was hardly what you’d call anatomically correct. This could be the catalyst for her claim to fame. Gesturing with her lollipop, Austi added, “My art would be an enhancement, for sure. And just think of how many you’d fuck once you had a cool story to tell, not to mention a very valid reason to drop your pants and prove it. Once the goods are sampled? Teo--- they’d be sold! I’d basically be doin’ your sex life a favor.”

[austcnford]

MAYA KENNEDY.

            Maya couldn’t help but to laugh at the thought of Austen porno debut with their professor, “God no, if you ever wanted to release a porno video it would be the kind to get girls off not men and their disgusting point of views.” She rolled her eyes at the idea, “But it would be one way to make big bucks.”

          “Maybe I’ve been goin’ about this who fuck my way rich thing wrong.” Austen’s giggles echoed within the almost empty cavern of her beer can. “I mean, forget waiting for some old dude to die and leave me his millions. I can get laid, get paid, and get famous all at the same time.” So far, her projects fell more toward the home video variety, but she was just crazy enough to consider a professional switch - at least for thirty seconds. Then her brain spun off on another, mildly similar direction. “We should make a ladies of Tri Phi calendar this year as one of the fundraisers!”

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[austcnford]

MATEO ESTEVEZ.

“Nah, not my face. For a million, I’d get get her tits somewhere else though. But I gotta get a lot more than a million to tattoo anything on my face. I mean, you see my face, you’re lookin’ at it now. Why would you wanna ruin this perfection?” 

          “----- ‘cause it’d be funny.” And really, what other reason was there? Austen constantly sought out new ways to entertain herself - to reignite that long lost spark of life most people nurtured with ease. Any additions to Mateo’s face were purely hypothetical, though. As far as faces went, his was pretty solid. “What about your ass cheek, then?” A cherry lollipop swirled between stained lips while she studied him. “You’d have to let me do the honors, though, and I’d wanna be blindfolded. That’s a requirement firmer than your glutes, Teo.”

[austcnford]

TESS MIEDEMA.

“A million dollars or euros?” Tess asked, pretending to actually think about it. “You’d never be able to fully rob a bank. You’re too tiny.”

          Thick lashes owlishly beat against liquor flushed cheeks. “That’s like... the nicest thing anybody’s ever said to me.” If she’d been sober, Austi might’ve had the good sense to point out her diminutive size could be a good thing, but her veins ran with a cocktail more stimulants and vodka than blood. So, instead, she flicked a lazy hand through the air and got back to her theoretical question. “Euros, let’s say.” For Tess’s benefit - not because she was aware enough to remember that’d equate to more money. “If I gave you a million euros, would you do it? I’m thinkin’ like... right beneath your left eye so that they sag when you’re sleepy.”

[austcnford]

CARTER SUTHERLAND.

“And duct tape and an old Lambda gym sock to keep her quiet… she looks like a screamer, don’t you think?” One eyebrow quirked in question, a smirk came to Carter’s face. “You can even use the left overs to help rob the bank.”

          Now that was more like it. The piss poor excuse of a smile on Austen’s lips blossomed like a rose. “Loud enough to make your fuckin’ ears bleed, for sure." Was she actually about to tie up the Dean and prove them both right? Sure--- in the same way she was going to turn around and rob a bank. The level of real intent wasn’t the point, though. For the first time in ages, it almost felt like she had her old friend back. “Or we can just drug some cookies and slip ‘em to the staff. No zip ties required.”

[austcnford]

SAMANTHA MILLER.

Eyes a little widened, Sam stared at Austen, her mind automatically picking up on the people who worked at the admissions office, and she almost cringed. ‘’God, I hope you didn’t,’’ She said honestly, a look of mild disgust all over her face. Tri Phis weren’t short on shocking confessions and surprises, obviously. ‘’I’m sure you must have other strengths you can play on. Remember that one time when we had that huge slip ‘n’ slide and you got the best score out of all the girls?’’

          Austen could’ve rattled off her SAT scores and talked at length about the topic of her eight page essay, but what was the point? It was easier for most people to believe she got in on her back than it was for them to comprehend someone like her could do it on their own merit. Sam was the rare exception, but that didn’t mean Austi could dredge up enough gratitude to be honest. “Girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, am I right?” The chuckle that followed sounded thin - even to her own ears - but Samantha’s reminder perked her up in no time. “That’s ‘cause I’m weightless like the wind.” A point of pride, from the way she told it. “Winning a competition only requires a few brain cells and some body lube.” But the fact that she even tried to find something? That was curious. “Why you tryin’ to be nice to me, anyways, huh?”

[austcnford]

KACE WILCOX.

          “Then you must be horny all the fucking time, love.” Which seemed about right, if his experiences with the blonde were anything to go by, of course. Most of the time, her tongue down his throat at any given chance, and you bet your ass he was thrilled about it, especially when he had stolen her attention from another. “Who the fuck are you talking to? Shouldn’t be anyone so long as I’m around.” Definitely nobody he was keen to lay witness to. “If i wanna get anyone’s tits tattooed on me, I’m going to. Your threats mean fuck all here.” If it was going to be anyone’s tits, surely hers, considering the amount of photographic evidence he had of his perky friends?

          “Love.” Austi mocked. “I literally wanna pour battery acid in my ears when you call me that.” So why was she smiling? Could it be because the hint of his territorial side amused her, or was it because the complaint was just another lie among many? Kace would have to suss that out for himself; when she invaded another inch of personal space, she didn’t give away her reasons. Austen just played with his fingers like she hadn’t swore to chop them off seconds ago. “Whoever I want. Just ‘cause I’m with you now, I don’t gotta stay that way.” The game they played was a constant back and forth battle of wills. However long later, she still wasn’t sure if either of them were truly winning. He always came back to her bed, though, so wasn’t that close enough? “I don’t make threats, baby. I make promises.” Too sweet to fit the warning, she broadened her smile. “And it’s not like you’d do it, anyways. You're too vain to fuck up your face.”

[austcnford]

MICHAEL YOUNG.

He didn’t even bother hiding the snort that came out as a reaction to her little dig at the Zetas. ‘’Wouldn’t know. They’re a solid lay, though, so I’m not about to complain.’’ Truth be told, Zetas were most likely the best lay on campus. Good girls always were. ‘’That prissy shit stops once the door’s closed.’’ He added, but was also pretty sure Austen didn’t care. He had every intention of buying her a drink and seeing himself off to the hot brunette to his left, but instead, he allowed Austen to drag him away. ‘’Don’t know ‘bout boring, but we all know you’ve got high standards for a party, so anything less is gonna be boring to you anyway.’’ He thought about it, at least for a moment or two. His season was coming up, but the practice wasn’t gonna start for a few weeks. This was the break time. Maybe he could?

          Much like Michael, she didn’t expend an ounce of effort to prevent a scoff. “We all know how much the Zetas love a good pearl necklace, sweetie, but if you ask me? Puttin’ up with them after you’ve jizzed around their throat ruins the fun. But hey--- far be if from me to tell you where to put your dick. Whatever gets it wet, right?” Despite the moment they once shared in the close quarters of a bathroom stall, he was more of a concept in Austen’s head than a conquest. The claws of jealousy didn’t poke out like almost any other time. So, shrugging off the idea of him between pastel pink sheets, she reached for a cup. “High standards are the only standards when it comes to a party. Why bother showin’ up if you’re only gonna participate halfway?"

[austcnford]

ROSIE MONTGOMERY.

      Rosie rolled her eyes before smiling sweetly. “I think that you and I have a completely different sense of humor. I wouldn’t pay anyone to have a pair of boobs tattooed on their forehead, but I would pay to see you try to rob a bank.”

          Giving pause, she treated Rosie to a vacant-eyed, head to toe inspection. “That ain’t the only thing that distinguishes us.” Then, Austi sipped from a plastic cup of vodka - she’d given up on the hazard of beer - and squinted at the change of terms. “Wouldn’t you payin’ me to rob a bank defeat the purpose of robbin’ it in the first place?”

[austcnford]

CARTER SUTHERLAND.

“Um… ew. Fuck no. I’d tattoo my tits onto the Dean’s forehead for a million, though.”

          God. Ever since she got new parents, Carter was significantly less fun. There used to be a time when she’d be down for anything - even her off brand of jokes. Still, old attachments dredged a faded smile to Austen’s lips. “So--- what you’re sayin’ is we need to go buy some rope and zip ties first? To hold her down?”

[austcnford]

MAYA KENNEDY.

            “I mean I didn’t get the vice president position easy you know.” Maya shrugged her shoulders, willing to help a fellow sister in making the semester easier. “I suppose I can squeeze my fat ass in a closet, the irony of it.” 

          If you asked Austen, Maya deserved the position on ability alone, but she’d never say that. Sincerity wasn’t her strong suit. Instead, she focused on her other comment - one that had nothing to do with Austen at all - and dropped eyes to the label of her beer. 145 calories - the equivalent of a twenty minute jog. That was fine. Plush lips molded to the rim for another swig. “Sweetie, ain’t nothin’ getting you back in the closet regardless of your ass. That sapphic ship has sailed.” The tip of her tongue flicked a few times for show. “We’ll circle back to the blackmail, though.” She’d need to reconsider the location. “If those shots go public I refuse to make my porn debut with brown paneling as the background.”

[austcnford]

SAMANTHA MILLER.

Sam was itching to make a comment. A dig at how she was surprised there was actually something Austen wouldn’t do. But she knew too damn well that she had a reputation to uphold, and that always kept her from spilling the words she really meant. ‘’That’s a bit sad though, don’t you think? I mean, you’re in college so you’re hardly not intelligent enough to make it on your own, you know?’’

          No matter what charade she played, Austen wasn’t dense or unaware. She knew exactly what the other girls around campus thought about her. The only problem? She couldn’t give two shits about her reputation. “Bold of you to assume I didn’t fuck my way through the admissions office, ain’t it, Sammy?” There was a sharp mind hidden somewhere beneath the years of drug abuse and careless sex, but she didn’t see a reason to dust it off. Nobody ever noticed her for her brains. “You call it sad, I call it playin’ to my strengths.”

[austcnford]

MICHAEL YOUNG.

‘‘See, I don’t believe that for shit, Ford. There’s no way those aren’t real. Remember? I checked,’’ Sending a wink her way, he alluded to that one time she blew him in the bathroom stall. Granted, they were both high and horny, but he wondered if he could get a pass with her for more than that. This year, he was going to check. ‘’Not this year, babe. Got off a summer camp and things are really lookin’ up for me. They’ll be watchin’ me this year. Can’t fuck that up.’’ He shrugged.

         “Of course they’re real. You don’t mess with perfection, Mikey. Only sad girls in tragic sweater sets keep a surgeon on speed dial. Well---” head tipped, she gave her words a second thought--- “sad girls and Zetas, but ain’t that the same thing?” A tipsy giggled frothed in her throat. “Kidding. Kind of.” It only took a few steps to hook arms, then she steered him toward the line of kegs. “Don’t babe me and be boring in the same sentence. It’s insulting.” Besides, he pretended like she couldn’t get him to change his mind with five minutes and a sturdy tree. “This season’s still gonna be lookin’ up even if you loosen up. You’re pretty much required. It’s a party.”

[austcnford]

MAYA KENNEDY.

            “I think if you showed him the night of his life he’d give you passing grade for a whole year.” Maya spoken sarcastically, not the first time she had to do a little sexual favors to pass a class she hated with a teacher who was lonely to hit on people decades younger. “then again, why not black mail him, now that will do some damage control.”

          “Please. Have you seen his wife?” Brows arched, Austen sipped from the can of PBR in her hand. “I’m pretty sure he’d pass me for the next two years if I smiled and slipped some nipple. The blow job is honestly just insurance.” Especially if she went about it Maya’s way. “So--- you’d be willin’ to hide in a closet and snap the pics for me, right?”