Apple Bottom

Tasha Reign struts in front of her mirror, soaking in that killer slim bod of hers while hunting for the perfect outfit before class. She's all set, calls out a quick bye to her fresh pledge sister, Carmen Caliente. But Carmen? She sneaks right into Tasha's room the second the coast is clear, itching to raid the closet. She wriggles into a pair of jeans that are laughably too tight for her curvy frame—talk about a squeeze play. Meanwhile, Tasha smacks her forehead upstairs; she forgot her license. She bolts back and busts Carmen red-handed, mid-try-on with clothes that sure as hell don't fit or belong to her. Tasha's jaw drops—Carmen in her space, playing dress-up like some wannabe clone? Carmen drops to her knees, begging, spilling that she just wants to mirror Tasha, snag her vote, and ditch pledge purgatory for full sister status. She swears she'll do whatever it takes to get in. Tasha smirks, lays down the law: lips sealed, no snitching, but only if Carmen toes the line and does every damn thing I say. Step out? Straight back to the doghouse, pledge. Curious what's brewing in Tasha's wicked mind? Hit play and see the sparks fly.