Thread: The Hazing (Pink Bunny)

Latoya lounged on the second hand couch in the shared living room of the two bedroom dorm. With the arrival of the new girl, her already too small room was about to become even smaller. She blamed the oddly rounded walls. They made for an interesting exterior design but inside they just took up space and made it harder to place furniture. So as the dorm's senior, she had claimed the couch. Of course, her height and athleticism might have had something to do with why the other two girls never objected to anything she did. At six feet tall, Latoya was the star of the university's volleyball team, and her well defined muscles proved it. Not that she was chiseled, Latoya took great pride in the mountainous curvature of her hour glass body. Double D breasts large enough to catch a man's attention and pert enough to hold it graced her chest above a washboard stomach that tapered down to a waistline bestowed upon her by a mixture of diet, exercise and genetics, that only served to make her flared hips seem even more dramatic. She brushed aside several braids that had fallen into her face so that they tumbled with careless grace to join the glossy, waist length multitude spilling over the end of the couch. A push of the button on the remote and the TV channel changed for the umpteenth time in the past five minutes. Feline eyes narrowed with pleasure at the steamy HBO provided sex scene. Who needed the internet for porn when they had cable? The sounds of moaning and sensual music were drowned out by the arguing coming from her room mates' shared room. Latoya's full lips pulled down in a scowl. Bel, Honey Daisy, will you knock it off, I'm trying to watch TV! A moment later, the door to their room swung fully open and her roomies spilled out. Bel was the second oldest, the second tallest at five foot four, and at the university on a student visa from India. While Latoya's skin was the color of fresh coffee beans, Bel had some cream and caramel mixed in with her toning. Her hair was so black that it almost shone blue and swung freely down to her mid back. Of the three, she carried herself with the most grace. She didn't so much walk as glide out of the room, some how drawing attention to her more subtle but no less impressive curves. Her hips didn't flare so wide and her breasts were C cups, but somehow the way she moved casually drew the eye. Her own eyes however, pale brown orbs that were almost golden, glared down at her roommate. I have seniority, she said, voice clipped with a British accent. I will have second go after Latoya. Honey Daisy was proof that not everything that came out of Texas was bigger. At barely half an inch over five feet, the other girls seemed to tower over her. Her freckled face was drawn in consternation, blue eyes meeting Bel's without backing down. The golden pixie cut of her hair seemed to make them even bluer, as if they were too deep for her diminutive body. Her breasts, modest b cups on anyone else, also seemed bigger than they should on her tiny frame, and made to appear even larger by the tying of her uniform into a knot just below to completely expose her midriff. The red plaid skirt all three wore, had been rolled up at the band by her so that it was really more of a very large belt rather than a proper skirt. Honey Daisy was proud of her trailer park roots and not ashamed to make sure everyone knew about them moments after they learned never to shorten her name to just Honey or Daisy. She thought it was stupid that a freaking university would have them wear uniforms but at least they were cute and nobody cared if you modified them. Not if I beat ya too her, ya won't, she snapped back at Bel. She remembered all too well her first semester at the university. No way no how was she missin' any opportunity to jump the line and partake of the unofficial school traditions. That's enough, both of you, Latoya said, interest in the television show completely lost, along with the beginnings of her lusty mood. She glared at the pair as they calmed down. She's mine, understand? You get your turns when I say you get your turns. Maybe help me out a bit, but only when I say, or you'll be walking funny for a month. Got it? Both girls turned to her, cheeks flushed. Yes, Latoya, Bel replied in sync with Honey Daisy's Gotcha. Latoya grinned and checked the time on her phone. She should be here soon. Why don't you two start making dinner? Have the place smelling good for her when she arrives? Maybe use your special recipe. Her dark eyes flashed with mischief. Both girl's faces split into grins and they hurried to obey, leaving Latoya the undisputed queen of the living room.