Controlling the Sorority (The Magic Remote Book 2) by Nadia Nightside Page B
Authors: Nadia Nightside
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The better way to gain power, the easier way, the more natural way, was just to convince men that what they wanted all along was for a woman by their side, guiding their decisions and taking all the benefits of their hard work. Alyssa, so far, had never encountered a man who wasn't happy to give up everything he had for gal that he was sweet on.
Rick finally closed the door. Alyssa took a moment to stretch out gorgeous limbs in the large entryway of the house.
Lots of guys were sweet on Alyssa. The last time she bothered to check, over fifty counted her as a girlfriend, and made themselves exclusive to her. She had an extra cellphone just for all the traffic they gave her.
For each boyfriend, she arranged photographs of herself in her panties with a shirt on; the fools thought that thought that meant she was seriously liking them.
Each and every one of them, she had convinced she was from a poor family and needed cash for rent every month so that she could stay on campus and see them once in a while.
Meanwhile, her savings account and multiple investments in mutual funds just grew and grew.
There were very few women on the planet that could get away with such behavior. Alyssa, though, was easily one of them. She loved being that pitch-perfect combination of gorgeous, arrogant, and cute that made men want to fuck her and serve her nonstop.
And it was precisely because of her enormous power over men that she felt free to exercise such gleeful control over women. If men were in charge, then all she had to do was get the men on her side.
Part of her long-reaching plans to do that involved this very night—the party she had mentioned to Rick.
Tonight was the sorority's annual pledge party, where all the new eighteen year-old girls who had been selected as good enough to be possible members would hang out and socialize with the small, exclusive sorority.
There, Alyssa would be observing, waiting for the slightest mistake.
Then, she would make an example of the girl in question.
Last year, it had been a pretty young Midwestern redhead who had made the mistake of referring to the sorority as Kappa Pi Theta instead of Kappa Phi Theta.
Alyssa, seizing the opportunity, berated her for twenty minutes, completely verbally deconstructing her wardrobe, her hair, the cute gap between her teeth, and her freckles. The girl went home in tears, and did not even have the stomach to start her semester at Grant University.
This sort of ritual abuse kept the other girls in line, so that Alyssa hardly had to do anything but express a desire for something before it was done for her. This was why all the boys on the campus thought she was so sweet and fun, and all the girls were deathly afraid of her.
This was also the reason there were only twenty to thirty girls in the sorority at any given time. It was easier to keep a tight grip on something that was small. And besides—Alyssa only allowed the truly gorgeous to be in the sorority—there was no point in being in charge of anything or anyone less.
Alyssa hopped upstairs to her room, admiring the lovely carpentry of their ornate staircase. She needed to confer with her second-in-command, twenty-one year old Giselle, about some details about the party. How many boys they needed to invite to keep the social lubricants humming, and how much alcohol to make sure they had, that sort of thing.
Giselle had always been good with details like that, that was why Alyssa had chosen her to be her vice president. There were elections, of course, but the girls just voted how Alyssa wanted them to.
This was also why Alyssa had allowed Giselle to be her roommate—it was good to keep a close watch on the girls who were most likely to try and take power away from her, after all. And, with as gorgeous as Giselle was, it wasn't inconceivable that she would try.
Alyssa stepped inside her bedroom—or rather, her suite. It had its own kitchen, two bathrooms, a living room, and two bedrooms. One
The better way to gain power, the easier way, the more natural way, was just to convince men that what they wanted all along was for a woman by their side, guiding their decisions and taking all the benefits of their hard work. Alyssa, so far, had never encountered a man who wasn't happy to give up everything he had for gal that he was sweet on.
Rick finally closed the door. Alyssa took a moment to stretch out gorgeous limbs in the large entryway of the house.
Lots of guys were sweet on Alyssa. The last time she bothered to check, over fifty counted her as a girlfriend, and made themselves exclusive to her. She had an extra cellphone just for all the traffic they gave her.
For each boyfriend, she arranged photographs of herself in her panties with a shirt on; the fools thought that thought that meant she was seriously liking them.
Each and every one of them, she had convinced she was from a poor family and needed cash for rent every month so that she could stay on campus and see them once in a while.
Meanwhile, her savings account and multiple investments in mutual funds just grew and grew.
There were very few women on the planet that could get away with such behavior. Alyssa, though, was easily one of them. She loved being that pitch-perfect combination of gorgeous, arrogant, and cute that made men want to fuck her and serve her nonstop.
And it was precisely because of her enormous power over men that she felt free to exercise such gleeful control over women. If men were in charge, then all she had to do was get the men on her side.
Part of her long-reaching plans to do that involved this very night—the party she had mentioned to Rick.
Tonight was the sorority's annual pledge party, where all the new eighteen year-old girls who had been selected as good enough to be possible members would hang out and socialize with the small, exclusive sorority.
There, Alyssa would be observing, waiting for the slightest mistake.
Then, she would make an example of the girl in question.
Last year, it had been a pretty young Midwestern redhead who had made the mistake of referring to the sorority as Kappa Pi Theta instead of Kappa Phi Theta.
Alyssa, seizing the opportunity, berated her for twenty minutes, completely verbally deconstructing her wardrobe, her hair, the cute gap between her teeth, and her freckles. The girl went home in tears, and did not even have the stomach to start her semester at Grant University.
This sort of ritual abuse kept the other girls in line, so that Alyssa hardly had to do anything but express a desire for something before it was done for her. This was why all the boys on the campus thought she was so sweet and fun, and all the girls were deathly afraid of her.
This was also the reason there were only twenty to thirty girls in the sorority at any given time. It was easier to keep a tight grip on something that was small. And besides—Alyssa only allowed the truly gorgeous to be in the sorority—there was no point in being in charge of anything or anyone less.
Alyssa hopped upstairs to her room, admiring the lovely carpentry of their ornate staircase. She needed to confer with her second-in-command, twenty-one year old Giselle, about some details about the party. How many boys they needed to invite to keep the social lubricants humming, and how much alcohol to make sure they had, that sort of thing.
Giselle had always been good with details like that, that was why Alyssa had chosen her to be her vice president. There were elections, of course, but the girls just voted how Alyssa wanted them to.
This was also why Alyssa had allowed Giselle to be her roommate—it was good to keep a close watch on the girls who were most likely to try and take power away from her, after all. And, with as gorgeous as Giselle was, it wasn't inconceivable that she would try.
Alyssa stepped inside her bedroom—or rather, her suite. It had its own kitchen, two bathrooms, a living room, and two bedrooms. One
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