Seung, was her Korean roommate, five-five, and not nearly as well-endowed as Mackenzie, but she definitely used what she had to her advantage, favoring form-hugging clothing. She rarely wore a bra, and considered panties optional on days that she wasn't on her period.
"Hey Mac," Seung said. "What's the matter?"
"My life is crap." Mackenzie shot back. Seung sighed and waited patiently for Mackenzie to continue. "My daddy just got laid off from his company. They can't afford to pay tuition after this semester."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Seung said, insincerely.
"Song, what am I supposed to do?" Mackenzie asked.
Seung resented that even after two months of sharing a dorm room, her roommate still couldn't pronounce her name properly. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. There was a lot about Mackenzie that Seung didn't like. She talked constantly about nothing. She took many opportunities to congratulate Seung on how well she spoke English despite the fact that Seung had been born and raised in Colorado. She only had two sources of information about the world: Church and Fox News. She was totally repressed and judgmental.
She didn't forbid Seung from bringing boys back to the room after a night clubbing because that would be too direct. Instead, she just made these annoying passive-aggressive comments, like, 'Oh, that's the third guy this month. You're very popular.' Suffice it to say, Seung was not heart-broken at the news that her roommate might drop out.
A few days later, Mackenzie was ranting about how terrible Korea was because they were freedom hating communists and atheists with a crazy dictator who wanted to nuke the US. She added with an apologetic smile, "But, I don't mean you, Song. You're one of the good ones."
Before Seung could respond, Mackenzie left for class. Seung was pissed at the racist little bitch. She needed a way to release this pent-up tension before she blew up. She opened her laptop, and began searching for porn to get herself off to.A few clicks led her to a site that was advertising a competition for best amateur video. First place would get ten-thousand dollars. Second place was five-thousand, and third won twenty five hundred.
An idea occurred to Seung. What if she could convince Mackenzie to star in a video? Seung would love to see her get fucked by some random guy. And to have the video posted online where anyone could watch would be the perfect humiliation for such a good little Christian girl. Thinking about it as her fingers rubbed her clit, Seung soon reached a nice little mid-afternoon climax.
Later that evening, Seung brought up the subject of Mackenzie's financial problems. Mackenzie took the bait, going on about how it was the worst thing that could have ever happened to her. Seung patiently listened to Mackenzie talk for ten minutes straight.
"Well..." Seung interjected during a short pause. "I was thinking, maybe I could lend you some money? Would that help?"
Seung's parents were super-wealthy, which meant that whatever Seung wanted, she got. She didn't flaunt that wealth publicly, preferring modesty. But sometimes, like now, it came in useful.
Mackenzie was beside herself. She threw her arms around Seung. "Oh my God, Song! I am truly blessed to have you in my life."
"Well, Mac. There is something I'd like for you to do for me. Call it a condition to this loan." Seung was savoring the moment.
"What? Just tell me. I'll do anything!"
"Yeah, you will..." Seung agreed, unable to contain a devilish smile.
"Huh?" Mackenzie was like a stupid chicken unaware that the farmer's blade hovered just above her neck.
Seung explained the plan to Mackenzie, and showed her the site. She enjoyed the way Mackenzie's expression shifted from joy to disgust. The terms: Seung would film and direct the scene, and Mackenzie had to do whatever she was asked. Seung was also in charge of casting and would decide on the male star (there were already a few guys she had in mind). In return, Seung would lend Mackenzie enough to cover tuition and books for next semester. Additionally, if they won, they'd split the winnings fifty-fifty.
Initially, Mackenzie refused. What if her parents or people at her church saw it? What if her boyfriend saw it? Mackenzie talked about this boyfriend frequently but talked to him rarely. Apparently they made a commitment pledge, and she'd lost her virginity to him just before leaving for school. Seung wondered how anyone could go two months without getting laid - especially when there was so much available cock all around them for the taking?
Seung expected Mackenzie's initial reluctance, and stayed firm on her conditions. Eventually the objections softened as Seung continued to work on her. By the time they went to bed that night, Mackenzie said she needed to sleep on it. By dinner the next night she reluctantly agreed, cursing and shaming Seung in the process (as if Seung gave a damn).
Mackenzie didn't see any other option. She was desperate for the money. Besides, she rationalized to herself, it would really just be a couple of hours. And it wasn't like any of the good Christians she knew ever visited those kinds of sites. She threw in a little extra praise for God in her prayers that night, in hopes of divine intervention, or at least forgiveness.
While Mackenzie spent the next week in miserable dread, Seung busied herself with getting everything in order. She decided on a partner for Mackenzie: Cody. He was the most socially awkward guy in the dorm. He had long greasy brown hair. His face was oily, and usually covered in rough stubble that never really got to the point of being a proper beard. He was tall and thin, but not toned or muscular. He spoke in grunts and mumbles, mostly. He often wore the same clothes day after day until they smelled and were covered in food stains.
He rarely came out of his room, though some of the girls in the dorm had reported late-night close encounters with him. He'd make creepy comments about how attractive their bodies were, and then ask, "So, uh, are we gonna do it?" Cody's roommate, Ben, said he'd caught Cody beating off multiple times at his computer.
He was perfect! It would be such a nice surprise when Mackenzie met her mystery date. Seung decided that Friday night would be Cody's lucky night. She talked to Ben, and asked him to take his girlfriend out Friday around seven o'clock for dinner, and to make sure they both had a good time until at least one in the morning. She refused to answer his questions, but fifty bucks seemed to satisfy his curiosity.
"Are you ready?" Seung asked Mackenzie around eight.
"I guess," Mackenzie said. Her usual chattiness had disappeared. There were butterflies in her stomach.
"Shit, Mac," Seung swore at her. "Couldn't you at least try to look sexy? Remember our deal? I'm the director. You do what I say. And I'm saying no one is going to want to watch this sad looking girl in her boring old baggy shirt and jeans. Don't you have anything sexier to wear?"
Seung began rifling through Mackenzie's closet for something more suitable. After laying out a few potential candidates, she rejected them all. Instead, she picked up her camcorder and started filming.
"Alright then, let's start with a bit of a strip tease. Just down to your bra and panties. Do it slowly."
Mackenzie slowly lifted her t-shirt above her head. Seung zoomed in on her large breasts in a white lacy bra.
"That's more like it," Seung commented. "Now, the jeans. Turn around and let's get a good look at that ass." The denim slowly descended over the horizon of Mackenzie's buttocks revealing a sexy white thong beneath.
"Bend over," Seung commanded. "Take them all the way down and off."
Mackenzie complied, and a white patch of fabric protruded between her thighs. Seung panned the camera from Mackenzie's ass to her feet and back.
"Now turn around."
Mackenzie turned, Seung's camera was inches from her crotch. Seung reached out, but Mackenzie flinched backwards. Seung took her eye from the camera, and gave Mackenzie a warning look. Mackenzie sighed, but submitted. Seung tugged the thong upwards, pulling the fabric up between her lips. Mackenzie shivered and sucked in her breath at the sensation which was both uncomfortable and somehow pleasurable at the same time. Seung resumed filming, starting with a close shot of the camel toe, and moving up Mackenzie's body to her breasts.
"Let me see a nipple," Seung demanded.
Mackenzie pulled the left D-cup of her bra down fully exposing one big beautiful breast. At its center was a thick nipple standing firmly at attention. Seung instructed Mackenzie to pinch and play with it. Mackenzie did this with eyes closed. Her heart raced, but her fingers on her breast felt nice. It had been a while since she'd played with her nipples like this. She gave some attention to the other breast, too (without being prompted, Seung noted).
After a couple of minutes, Seung called "Cut." Mackenzie opened her eyes and looked at her as if she'd forgotten that Seung was filming her. A little nervous laugh escaped her lips.
"Alright, let's move on to the main event," Seung said as she moved towards the door.
"But I'm not dressed!" Mackenzie protested.
"Is it my fault you don't have the proper clothes for this role?" Seung asked. "We'll just have to improvise."
"I can't go out there in just my underwear." Mackenzie continued to argue.
"Look, it's eight-thirty on a Friday night," Seung explained. "Everyone is out drinking. No one is going to see you. And if they do, so what? It'll look hot. Remember, I'm in charge."
Seung went to a cabinet where she stored some of her personal items, and retrieved a bottle of vodka. "Here, this will help."
Seung had never seen Mackenzie drink before, but the bitch snatched the bottle from her hands, spun off the cap and tilted her head back.
