Greenwood Rivalry Chapter 3 - Olivia blows off some steam

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Olivia should have been in a good mood. After all, wasn't today exactly the sort of days college life was made for? Long, gloriously sunny days where studying and the drudgery of lectures and tutorials and study groups seemed a million light years away, days that really should be intended for nothing more strenuous than eyeing up hunky guys while reclining beside a shimmering blue pool with a drink in hand. Which after all was exactly where the raven haired beauty was at the moment, surrounded by her three dance group buddies and besties; the quartet making quite the impression dressed (or undressed) as they were in bikinis that almost could have been competing to show off as much skin as possible. And yet, Olivia was seething; seething to the point she was practically oblivious to the appreciative glances and shy stares her tight black g-string bikini was drawing.

'I can't believe it.' Olivia snapped. 'They should have been a laughing stock, but now it seems like they have some kind of cult status. I mean, come on, I totally trashed that little dweeb they tried to recruit and now the whole campus is talking about her.'

'Well..that's what happens when you go off half cocked, Olivia love.' Katy let that pointed remark hit home as she took a slow sip of the glass of punch lightly held in her hand. A soft punch, with nothing stronger than a shot of ginger beer tickling her pallet. Which suited her just fine. With her long wavy black hair, sweetly angelic face and toned body that perfectly accentuated her curves no matter what she wore, Katy still found 12 o clock a little early to be drinking; her penchant for downing expensive cocktails whenever she went clubbing not withstanding. Still, she was making up for it with trying out her new yellow string bikini. 'You know I love you like a sister, but sometimes you don't think things through.'

'Come on, guys. We've been talking this over and over for the last few days.' Freya said, her toned althetic stetched back on her recliner, her powder blue bikini sitting snug around her breasts and high on her hips to show off her powerful legs. 'And anyway, it was my plan too. So it's not entirely your fault hon. Now, we should just let it go and have some fun. And I know just who I want to have some fun with. Check out the hunk who just arrived.'

'That's your idea of a hunk?' the blonde who made up the last of the four asked with audible Surprise, her white bikini suddenly pulled tight around her breasts as she sat forward to get a better look, the material around her hips really needing no help to hug her toned hips. 'Really? Him? I mean, sure, he's cute. In a bookworm kinda way.'

'Well..to me, he's dreamy.' Freya grinned, her tongue flicking sensually over her lips, one hand slowly toying with a strand of her fiery hair. 'Very dreamy indeed. You guys can keep your jocks and linebackers, that's my kind of man. Unlike..wait..what's your kinda man again, Kylie?'

'You can keep your guys generally.' Kylie replied with a dismissive shrug. 'Sure, they are okay if you want a enjoyable evening. An enjoyable, very physical evening, but beyond that they don't interest me.'

'And here I was thinking you were about to come out to us.' Freya smirked. 'Still, I'm kinda glad you don't like guys. Gives us more time to hang out and have a blast together. I'd hate to have to loose my best friend to some guy.'

'Yes..well..that won't happen.' Kylie replied slowly. 'I'm not that frivolous.'

'Are you at all frivolous?' Olivia asked. 'Cause you make some of my professors look laid back.'

'Don't be like that.' Freya leapt in before Kylie could even have a chance to defend herself. 'Just because you have your panties in a bunch, don't take it out on the rest of us. In fact, you should stop moping around here and grab yourself a hunk or two. Blow off some steam. I'm sure you noticed that Leo Albright has been checking you out since you got here. He'd surely put out if you lay even a little charm on him. Maybe bring one of his friends along for the ride. Is there a better way to end a day than being spit-roasted by two hot footballers?'

'Tempting.' Olivia replied. 'Ahh..what the hell. Sit back and watch the show, Kylie. This is how you wrap a guy around your finger.'

With a confidence fully backed up by her words, Olivia paused only to slightly adjust her bikini to just barely covering her nipples, before striding towards her intended target. Unfortunately it was a stride that carried her right into the path of the mousy brunette demurely covered by a black one piece who, in her haste to reach the pool, had totally failed to notice the girl now in her path. True, Olivia had been too caught up in her planned seduction to notice her either. A rational Olivia didn't care about one drop as the sudden blindside impact send her tumbling with a shriek of shock into the previously placid surface of the water.

Placid certainly wasn't the word to describe Olivia as she dragged herself from the pool, her hair slicked back over her head and dripping from head to toe in water in a way that could almost have passed for a soft porn moment had it not been for the look of utter fury on her face.

Fury directed at the brunette who was frozen where she stood, wringing her hands before her even as Olivia stalked towards her helpless prey. All thoughts of guys pushed from her head, the dripping wet raven haired stunner placed a hand on the unfortunate girl's shoulder and with barely a word marched across the backyard that had fallen deathly silent. Such was the fury on her face that a path easily cleared through the crowd before her, the throng of people hastily stepping back to give Olivia and a victim a straight path to the still heavily laden food table before them.

'N..no..please.' The demure hapless girl squeaked before Olivia curled her hand lightly yet firmly into her hair. 'Don't do this..'

'Then you should have been more careful.' Olivia snarled softly, her voice dripping with venom. 'Maybe this will teach you a lesson.'

If Olivia's words dripped with venom, that was nothing to the purposeful fury which marked every step she and her hapless victim took towards the food table that still sat laden with a smorgasbord of snacks. A series of steps that the inwardly and outwardly cringing girl made no move to resist, the gently firm grip on her hair seeming more akin to a leash around her neck such was the power it held over her.

Power that Olivia relished and revelled in, her uncontained fury masking the warm glow of almost sadistic pleasure welling up inside her. All throughout her high school years, Olivia somehow never found herself tempted by the pleasures of the fairer sex, skipping out on the experimentation her classmates indulged in, in favour of the hot guys about campus. While she was about as lesbian as your average football jock, there something about having a cute submissive girl under her thumb and yielding to her will. Something that couldn't help getting her hot, bothered, and in need of a good screw later. And today was no exception to that.

Ignoring and yet feeding off the eyes focused on her, feeling the power she had in that no one would dare to stop her, Olivia roughly pushed a lanky nerd away from the tortilla chips he had been eyeing to stand before them herself. Not that it was the chips she was interested in, oh no. All her cruel intentions were now focused on the trio of dips surrounding them, the huge bowls largely untouched and filled near to the brim.

'Nnn..no.' The squirming girl squeaked, clearly having divined Olivia's purpose here; her hands suddenly and urgently pressed to the table as if that could save her.

'No?' Olivia smirked, her lips twisted into a cruel smile. 'You think begging will save you? Well..it might. Maybe I'd like to hear you grovel for me. So..go on..beg. Beg for me.'

'Please..please don't.' Her victim wimpered softly, surely her voice kept low to limit the humiliation of anyone hearing her beg. 'Please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything against you. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Don't do this. Please.'

'Louder, sweetie.' Olivia's voice filled with a saccharine sweetness. 'Speak up. I didn't hear that. Tell everyone how clumsy you are.'

'I'm sorry. I'm sorry.' The girl managed to raise her voice even as her head dipped in shame. 'I'm sorry. I'm so clumsy. I should have watched where I was going. It's all my fault.'

'It was.' Olivia continued sweetly. 'And since you were so clumsy, that deserves a little punishment.'

'What? No. Mmmmbbbllbbbb.'

Olivia had allowed her victim just enough time to just how she had tricked her, before thrusting her head down into the claggy green mass that filled the first bowl. Someone else might have shied away from getting her hand dirty and willingly sacrificed some depth of the plunge for that. Not so Olivia. She wanted to fully humiliate this girl and getting her hand a little messy was a small price for that. Sinking her hand deep under the guacamole dip, Olivia kept pushing until the claggy dip surrounded her fingers, flowing between them as it worked its way through the hapless girl's hair. Holding her there for a count of two, Olivia dragged her victim by the hair out of the bowl. A victim who was now utterly unrecognisable, her face a mask of green, leaving only her eyes clear as she opened them slowly. Her hair was as slick with the guacamole as her skin, looking like she had received an utterly unconventional shampooing. Again, that might have been enough for most people, but Olivia isn't most people.

Gleefully feeling the way her victim struggled and tried to hold her arms tense, Olivia used her weight to push her again into the bowl and down she went with a schluuck as the dip parted to claim her head again. Literally rubbing her head into the green gunk, Olivia drew out this second punishment before dragging her back up, her victim's looks now utterly ruined.

'Heh. Green looks good on you.' Olivia teased. 'It's very much your colour. Although, maybe you are more a red girl, hmmm? Shall we see how red looks on you?'

That was largely a rhetorical question, Olivia neither intending too or actually giving her victim a chance to reply. Or really do anything before dragging her over to a bowl swimming in tomato salsa. Which was exactly what she was doing a second later. Again Olivia drove her slimed victim's head down, the thinner liquid not resisting the pressure applied against it. Sticky juice and thick clumps surrounded Olivia's hand, the very same lumps that clung to the hair of the gasping girl the second Olivia dragged her from the bowl; the salsa clinging to the green mask it had now swamped.

'No..I think that's not your colour.' Olivia mused mockingly, her tone made more so by the cruel parody of a friend offering suggestions on a new outfit. 'I've heard white goes with anything. Don't you think?'

It was clear that her victim wasn't thinking of anything beyond wanting this to be over, shaking her head slowly in what would be a futile act of defiance. Oh, she tried. But she could do nothing to stop Olivia moving to her penultimate humiliation. Pausing just long enough for her victim to fully witness the bowl of soured cream dip before her, Olivia tightened her grip just a little, a final show of power. It was unnecessary to achieve her goal but it sent her sadistic lust spiralling.

Just like her victim's humiliation was spiralling, reaching what she believed to be its heights as without warning she was plunged into the cool, creamy, pure white dip. Here Olivia took her time, making sure to leave her victim submerged for a good five seconds before yanking her back up and spinning her around for all to see the mess she had become. And what a mess she was, trickles of red, white and green mingling over her neck even as heavy blobs of the trio of dips splatted on the ground before her.

It was clear from what could have been seen of her face beneath the triple layers of accumulated dips that she was relieved that her ordeal was over. But she hadn't reckoned with Olivia's sadistic nature. A nature she suddenly grasped first hand as Olivia pulled open the top of her one piece, leaving it stretched out away from her front, all the way from her budding breasts to her crotch. As if that wasn't humiliating enough, the poor girl could only watch on in horror as Freya and Kylie moved up upon either side of her with the salsa and guacamole bowls held terribly in each hand.

Which was nothing to the horror and disgust the trapped girl felt as her swimsuit was suddenly filled with the disgusting mess that pooled around her crotch before rising up inside her suit. While there was only enough left to barely reach up to her stomach, that was clearly enough to get her squirming in unbridled disgust even before Olivia let her suit slap back against her skin.

Now with her free hands, Olivia grabbed the bowl of sour cream and unceremoniously dumped the remainder over her victim's head, topping the dripping mess a few seconds later with a whole bowl of tortilla chips. Pausing only to wipe her hands clean on the now sobbing girls backside, Olivia sent her scurrying with a forceful push.
'Now I'm feeling better. Let's get out of here.'

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As ways to introduce the antagonists of my little messy soap opera I think this one works out pretty well. I do love playing around with new characters and seeing how they interact with each other as well as other people. It's a great way to get into thier heads and take on thier POV for a bit. Plus I can take a role I'd never be able to play myself. Could say I'm exploring parts of myself I have trouble showing in real life. Either way, I hope you guys enjoyed this.

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