Free from the loser!

By MeanGirl, 4:17 pm

So Loser came back from India the beginning of the month, and as I planned I was gone when he got here.

I wasn’t the only thing gone either, I liberated quite a few bottles of good booze, some nice soft towels and a bottle of viagra that he had hidden in the bedroom.  I mean he wasn’t going to be needing it, and well, I kind of had some really funny ideas of what I could do with it to abuse some asshats I go to school with.

I left him a note saying that it just didnt feel right, and I was going to go to school in Texas, so he didnt have to worry about running into me.  That of course, was a lie in every way, and he’s left at least a dozen hysterical crying voice mails on my phone, so fucking pathetic.

And we’re back in school.  In fact, I’m in class right now, its Marketing 101, and its another bald old guy I know I can coerce into giving me good grades.

Oooh, I get to extend my stay in the loser’s house

By MeanGirl, 6:36 pm

I posted earlier this spring about the guy who ended up having to go to India and is letting me stay in his house, thinking I’m his future bride or some bullshit like that.  Well he called me about a week before he was due, while I was still trying to choose from my options to tell me that he was going to be home a week, before they were sending him to freakin’ China for another eight weeks….so that keeps me here, and I like it, its a nice place and good for parties.

So the loser is due home tomorrow. I found two sissy maids to come over and clean the place up while my best girlfriend Andrea came over and we sunned ourselves at the pool and ordered them around.

We made it clear that they were going to have to eat cum off any surface we chose, so they better do a good job making sure all the surfaces were clean!

It was funny watching them scrape puke off the downstairs bathroom floor…Leftover from our Memorial day blowout–we played drinking games with the hunky frat boys until they were puking–of course we rigged the drinks so they were drinking strong shit and we had just the right amount to have a good time.

I forgot to write all about that party, so I’ll say a few words here. Nothing funnier than getting two frat boys so pissed they can’t stand up straight and when they pass out posing them with a cock in their mouth and taking photos that Andrea and I posted on a fake facebook account, tagging their names so all their friends and family could enjoy.

Usually I’m mean for money, but sometimes I’m just mean for the fun of it.

So tomorrow loser is home, and I already have plans to be scarce for the week.  Dont you know that THIS week is my big important internship week for school? *wink wink* that I can’t possibly get out of. It’s so exhausting too darling, I’m sorry I can only be home for a few hours and then I’m going over to Andrea’s house because we have to get up at the crack of dawn and I dont’ want to wake you…

I’m imagining lots of chaste kisses on the cheek, can I have some money for xyz and then getting my ass out to go get laid by some hunk with a decent dick.

Yea, piece of cake.

I’ll let you guys all know how it goes.

Kitty

Kitty gets her way with the professor

By MeanGirl, 6:51 pm

I have been soooo busy with my finals this semester.  And I was partying soo much I have been flunking this loser course I was taking called Law, Crime and Society.  Now that sounded like it might have some interesting stories, but it turned out to be a yawner, with this balding fat mousy professor with this tiny little voice who couldn’t even look me in the eye.   I had more interesting things to do instead of sit there, usually involving shopping with my girlfriends dragging some poor sucker along that ended up footing the bill.
Well come final week, and I find out that fucker professor has given me a failing grade, and I need a fucking A on the final to come out with a D for the course. Turns out that he must have noticed I wasn’t there, even though it was a  huge class.

So I decide to go turn on the charm and see what I can do about my grade.  I dress in a really lowcut blouse and a miniskirt, and show up at his office, closing the door behind it.

Now I know this sounds like a typical co-ed seduces the professor for an “A” scenario, but that wasn’t what I had in mind.

He looked up, jaw dropping as I locked the door.  I smiled, reached into my purse and pull out a pair of pink panties.

“Well, you better put these on if you want to eat my pussy, I tell him…”

The idiot had no fucking clue as to what to do….he tried to talk, but all that came out was some freakin’ lame stutter. “I don’t….” he started to say.

Hah!  As if he could escape me.
I give an exasperated sigh.  “If you don’t put on the fucking panties right now, I’m going up to the dean’s office and file a sexual harrassment suit against you.  I have a nice ripped blouse that I can wear to it…and a few tears to run my mascara….”

Those pants came off of him so fast, and the panties on so fast it was truly funny.

And I was ready…..I pull out a camera…and FLASH!

And then I really smile, it looks sweet but its truly evil.  “Now…you are going to change my fucking grade to an A, or everyone on the University email system is going to get this picture…are we clear?”

More stuttering.

“Im not kidding.  Is it worth your career and reputation to flunk me?”
The A is mine. To show I’m a good sport, I let him keep the panties.

Moved to a nice place

By MeanGirl, 6:16 pm

Well, I’m here until June anyway, when the guy that owns this place comes back.

It’s really nice, really big and it has a pool and a hot tub and a fucking sauna even.

And the bedroom is so fucking spacious, I even have a tv and huge sofa in there.

I had a party the other night…I’m planning on taking advantage of this poor loser’s trusting nature.

So why am I here?   Get this….the poor fucker thinks I’ve moved in with him!  I find out after soaking him for a nice dinner that he’s working in India for 3 fucking months, and he’s telling me about this big place he just bought, and not knowing he had to go to India…and he had to hire help to take care of it.

So I smell an opportunity, and in the last week he is there, I have him believing I love him and want to live with him FOREVER.  So he gives me a key to his house so I can move it, and I even manage to pull this off without even letting him get to second base.  He believed it when I told him that I’m not that kind of girl!!

Now all I have to do is take his phone calls about once a day, make kissy noises on the phone and tell him what sexy things I have bought for him to see me in when I finally *do* feel as if I’m ready to *cough* “make love” with him.

I’ll just bail out a day or two before he comes back, pleading that it just seemed wrong for me to be with a man so much older than me….

Meanwhile, there are parties to plan!  I just discovered poking through his things that he has an account with a caterer…so I’m having my parties catered, complete with open bars.

It will be fun to get drunk with my friends and fool around the pool.