Christine, Vietnamese Campus Whore

Beth used both hands to brush her perfectly-maintained blonde hair to sit behind her ears as she danced comfortably amongst her four closest friends. The playlist blaring at this fraternity house-party was nothing close to what she would have picked. Not ideal, but also not a big deal. It was the first week of her last year in college and --after what happened in the previous school year-- she was determined to make the most of and savor every moment of this year with these friends.

Tasha, her childhood friend and the other blonde in the group, gently nudged Beth to get her to see who just wandered through the kitchen door. Christine, a slim, 5'-4" Vietnamese sophomore with silky black hair, complemented by streaks of hazel.

Faye, the loudmouth and one of two redheads, carelessly interjected, "I guess you can't have a frat party without at least one pathetic skank looking for any shred of validation." She topped off the comment with hands squeezing her breasts together, inferring that the Asian girl was compensating with a padded push-up bra under that loose-fitting white tank top.

The relatively more discreet redhead, Nikki, added, "How many times do you think she will get validated tonight?", before giggling somewhat quietly into Faye's shoulder.

A shielded disapproving look from Beth gave the two gingers the signal to tone it down a notch.

The lone male of the group, Jon, leaned towards the middle of the circle and chimed in with an intentionally low voice, "I mean... Nikki has a point. I heard Christine blew four guys at the Kappa party last weekend."

"At the same time?!" Faye blurted before getting accidentally bumped by a couple dancing next to them. She glared at the couple briefly before returning to the conversation.

Beth was somewhat uncomfortable with how the conversation escalated. A more observant group might have picked up on this by the way she shifted her weight to her dominant leg and the fact that her baby blue eyes kept veering away from the group to find out who Christine might be hanging with.

"I don't think so. I don't know. I wasn't there." Jon responded with a shrug before taking a sip from the beer can in his hand.

Nikki smirked and teasingly questioned him, "Judging by how you referred to that ho by her first name just right now, I think maybe you wanted to be there, huh?"

Beth and Tasha immediately turned to see his reaction, while Faye played into it and imitated the blowjob motion with her hand and mouth.

His answer was noticeably defensive and over-the-top. "Hey. I have standards. I wouldn't stick my cock into that dumb Asian slut. Might catch something. Who knows where that mouth has been..." The beer can was brought up to his lips for another sip before finishing his thought. "If she is lucky, maybe I'll unload onto her face."

"So, you do wish you were there," Nikki retorted before she giggled into Faye's shoulder again, which prompted Tasha to cover her eyes in disappointment and Beth to turn abruptly to retreat upstairs.

"Look what you did," Faye threw at him, as Tasha ran after Beth.

"My bad... That was a bit too far I guess..." Jon replied apologetically.

"Nah. You're okay. Don't worry about it." Nikki distractedly stated with her arms crossed and hips shifted, as she watched the Asian girl in disgust.

A sea of drunk college kids separated the group from where Christine had taken refuge. She was sitting on the living room couch, perpendicular to Hunter, a fraternity brother of the house they were in. The denim short-shorts that would have trouble covering anyone's ass allowed her silky smooth legs to freely drape over his lap, which he clearly welcomed by the grin on his face. Everytime he had something to say, he leaned into the side of that dolled-up face to whisper into her ear. Her dainty hand touched his arm each time she laughed or spoke, while her other hand waved a red cup precariously in the air.

Faye took up the same stance next to Nikki. It was as if they were keeping watch on the enemy from afar.

Unable to pry her eyes off a sight she found so unnerving, Nikki barely tilted her head towards the other two as she posed seemingly rhetorical questions. "Isn't it crazy that anyone could be okay with having no friends and being known as the campus whore? Seriously. The only people willing to talk to her just want to get in her pants. Case in point."

Faye responded nonchalantly, "Maybe it's a Viet thing. That other Viet girl... Colleen? She was passed around the basketball team and didn't give a fuck that people knew. Different culture I guess."

Wanting no more of this discussion, Jon excused himself as he headed towards the makeshift bar. "I need another beer."

The remaining two waved him off almost dismissively before they carried on.

Nikki followed up with a hint of annoyance, "Seriously, though. Like what are they even saying to each other?"

Sensing that Nikki was truly bothered, Faye decided to make light of the topic. With an exaggerated ditzy voice, she started a crude enactment of what Christine could be saying to Hunter in that moment. "Hehe. Oh, Hunter. You're so funny! Even a stupid slut like me got your joke."

That elicited a chuckle out of the other redhead, who then faked a deep monotone voice and played along as Hunter, "What? No. Seriously. Did your parents really pay 75K a year so you can attend college and be a cum-dump for white frat boys?"

Faye tried to hold in a laugh, but it couldn't be kept in. It took close to half a minute to regain enough composure to carry on the enactment. "Nuh uh. I spread my legs for Chris and Kyle, too! And they are black!"

It was Nikki's turn to burst out into an extended unchecked laugh.

Rather than joining in, Faye just smiled and indulged in the shared moment with Nikki. With the group always together in the past months, these moments don't present themselves enough anymore. This was an unfortunate realization that she came to at the end of summer. Since then, she made it a point to enjoy these opportunities at every chance.

Meanwhile, a teary-eyed Beth sat curled up at the base of some fraternity boy's bed. With her most trusted friend's arm wrapped around her shoulders like a comfort blanket and just enough spirits in her system to fail a breathalyzer test, she freely poured out her emotions for the first time since spring break. "It hurts so freaking much. I don't understand. She broke up with me just to sleep around. We were so in love. I was never happier. I hate her so much for ruining everything just to be a slut. She said that she wasn't getting enough attention. Well, I guess she has plenty now. I just can't believe she would rather have this kind of attention than what we had."

Tasha pulled her best friend closer to her side. "She's not worth it, Beth. It is her loss and her loss only. Dodged a bullet if I'm being completely honest. I know it sounds cliche, but it's true. She's just another dumb ho. You have to let her go."

"I want to... Really. But before I can, I jus--" Beth started to express before an ill-timed, all-too-familiar sound interrupted her. She shook off her childhood friend's arm and immediately snapped straight up.

"Beth..." Tasha cautioned.

However, Beth was not having it. "What the actual fuck."

In the next room, the Vietnamese girl was still perpendicular to Hunter, except this time, he was standing upright and she was held horizontally in the air with her bottom against his crotch and eyes looking down at the ground. The petite frame of the Vietnamese girl was handled in a subjugating modified full-nelson position. Hunter's chiseled arms were tucked behind the girl's knees and extended across the frontal length of the girl's torso, which allowed his commanding hands to hook the back of the vulnerable girl's head.

With nothing but a bra on and legs spread wide apart, that exposed clean-shaven pussy was pounded relentlessly by his girthy cock. As that cute toned ass rebounded off his driving hips, the Asian girl's exquisite feet and hands bobbed rampantly in place. It was as if the little rag-doll no longer had any control over them.

The human fleshlight was undoubtedly not going anywhere until the fraternity boy was done using that remarkably tight hole. So remarkable that it prompted him to comment on it, however, insensitive it was. "Wow. I thought your cunt would be loose by now."

The Vietnamese girl tried to formulate a response, but her scattered thoughts broke apart everytime his shaft shoved through and hit the cervix. Instead, all the girl was able to do was clench and grunt from the disproportionate pain. By this time, it became unbearably obvious that this encounter was purely for his pleasure. Self-loathing was at an all-time high.

She had a bad feeling the moment she dropped on both knees to suck on his prick, but, regrettably, did not act on it. 'If only I just stood up, then I wouldn't be here,' she thought to herself.

There was no sense in dwelling on that at this point. This just needed to end. To get him to finish sooner, the girl faked emphatic sultry moans and dragged out typical orgasm-stimulating words.

"Fuck! You are too big!"

"Your cock is splitting me apart!"

"I'm so fucking wet!"

"Yes! Harder! Harder!"

"You are going to make me cum!"

Just as the girl threw out that last one, the creaky bedroom door swung wide open. Coincidentally, that last one was also the thing that put Hunter over the top.

So, with Beth and Tasha standing front and center at the doorway, rather than letting go, Hunter proceeded to finish and unloaded his rich white seed into the Vietnamese girl's defenseless pussy.

"Beth?!" the girl exclaimed in utter shock.

"The fuck!" Hunter yelled in annoyance after getting what he wanted. The peeved fraternity boy then disregarded and discarded the human fleshlight.

Thud. The Vietnamese girl dropped onto the hardwood floor like a sack of dirty laundry. Face pressed down against the coldness beneath. Ass propped up embarrassingly by feeble knees. It hurt. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally.

She wished this was all a bad dream and everyone would disappear, but this was not just a bad dream. Nope. It was real life.

Christine mustered up some courage and pushed off the unforgiving ground. Although she was still on her knees and thoroughly humiliated, at least her frail body was finally unconstricted and somewhat upright.

"What are you doing here, Beth?" Christine asked with pained tears and black mascara running down her red cheeks.

"Yeah. What the fuck are you doing here?" the fraternity boy questioned unabashedly while he stood towering behind the ever diminutive girl.

There was no response from Beth nor Tasha. The two blondes just stared in repulsion as Hunter's thick cum spilled out from the Vietnamese girl's stretched-out pussy.