I just won the election for Class President by a landslide. When I stood on that stage clutching the results, a smile gracing my glossed lips, the audience cheered. They thought I won because I campaigned hard, made passionate speeches, and visited every dormitory personally. But they were wrong.

I won because I was on my knees more than I was on that debate stage. Dean Thompson got the first taste – right on his mahogany desk as I sucked down his endorsement like it was the last cock on campus. His veiny meat throbbed in my mouth as he grabbed my hair. “You’ll make a fine President, my dear,” he grunted as he gave a final thrust. “Now clean up and get out of here.”

By the time the votes came in, I’d ridden half the student council, made the treasurer beg for more as I straddled him in the supply closet, and left the faculty advisor whimpering in a janitor’s closet, his noble gray beard slick with my juices. They say leadership is about influence… mine just happens to come with a dripping pussy and a perfect gag reflex.

As the confetti rained down on my blonde hair, I smirked to myself. The road to the top was well worth it. Now that I was President, the entire campus was about to find out just how nasty this college girl slut could be. And they were going to love every second of it.