Betting Night
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Taylor Smith was getting ready for her calculus class. It was her one early class and she had to be there at nine. Math wasn't a problem other than the time. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday she had calculus. She was good at math, just not getting up so early. Taylor was at the top of the social ladder at Hampton College, a small private college on the eastern seaboard, very expensive and very exclusive. She attended this college because her mother did, and so did her grandmother. The women in Taylor's family always went to Hampton. It was a tradition for all the Smith women. Taylor, like her mother, was co-captain of the Dance team, and a star of the track team. She was a sprinter, excelling in 100 meters, 200 meters, and long jump. Taylor had been second in all three statewide in high school.
Not only was she a great athlete, but she was also beautiful. She was 5'6" tall and about 120 lbs. Her light brown hair fell to just below her shoulders and framed her face perfectly. Although she was an athlete, she wasn't muscle bound. She wished her tits were a little larger, at 34B, but her slim waist and an ass to die for made a perfect package, and she knew it. Taylor never wanted for anything and always got her way. She was envied by the other girls, enjoying their reactions as she flaunted her looks and social status.
In high school, she was the prom queen and dated the hottest guys, but only put out when she wanted and was not a slut. She used her assets to her advantage and was always surrounded only by friends with the same wealth and social status as her. Although she was very smart, she wasn't above using her looks to get away with almost anything.
Her BFF, Nicole, and her younger sister, Ash, were always nearby. Nicole was a former Gymnast and Taylor's main track rival. Taylor and Nicole competed in almost everything from track, to school, to boys, and even seeing which of them could humiliate someone worse. They never failed to point out any defects in other girls whenever possible. The two of them often ganged up on any girl who they felt might want to compete with them.
Her sister Ash, a freshman, was almost a clone of Taylor, but with blond hair and "C" cup breasts. She was a year behind Taylor. The three of them were almost inseparable. If you saw one, the others were nearby. They loved to show off, dressing in stylish clothes and flaunting their looks, wealth, and social status. It was usually Nicole and Taylor leading the way. Ash always followed along, but rarely took part in the humiliation of others.
Even if Ash didn't partake in beating down other rivals, she did compete with her sister. Often betting with the other two, Taylor suspected Ash was a little jealous of her and used that to her advantage. Later today was a big track meet with Hampton's primary rival, McKinley College. The two schools competed in just about everything, from sports, to academics, to social status, and even scholarships. The two colleges were located only fifty miles apart and had long traditions of high standards.
Taylor and Nicole were key members of the track team and were favored to win their events. McKinley's team had several girls the pair had competed against since high school. But this year, there was some new competition. McKinley had a new star on the team. Her name was Alka, a Middle Eastern transfer student who was tearing up the league. She ran the exact events as Taylor and Nicole, and was McKinley's best hope to win the meet.
The three friends walked across the campus heading to class, Nicole and Taylor to Calculus, and Ash to Psych 101. Taylor and Nicole were talking about the upcoming meet and Ash was ribbing them about what would happen if they lost. They were laughing and cutting up, when around the corner walked Ky, Taylor's oldest rival. The two of them had competed against each other since elementary school. It seemed that regardless of what they did, they were always on opposite sides.
Ky was pretty and skinny, with dark brown hair. She was only 5'6" tall, but her long legs made her look taller. Taylor loved to razz her about her lack of tits, always saying that if she had short hair she would look like a boy. Ky on the other hand gave it right back saying Taylor had a fat ass and thunder thighs.
"Hey Thunder, ready to lose today?" Ky sneered. Thunder was Ky's nickname for Taylor.
"Fuck you TT, Hampton stands no chance." Taylor answered back, using her nickname for Ky, Tiny Tits.
"Hampton will definitely win, but with no thanks to your fat ass." Ky answered.
"Oh, I'll win alright. Lucky for you McKinley doesn't have a dance team. How embarrassing would it be to lose to a no talent school with fat hoes? I didn't think dance was a sport anyways." Taylor spat back.
"I can't wait to see your expression when you lose today. It would make my day." Ky goaded.
"Not happening TT. Don't forget that I haven't lost all year, and I'm not about to start today." Taylor said confidently.
"Wanna bet, Thunder Thighs?" Ky spat back.
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