Everyone wanted to be her. Here, in college it would be a whole different story. People from vastly varying backgrounds, scattered across the social a...d economic strata, all meeting for the first time. Nidhi felt an indefinable, intense pressure to impress her new classmates and maintain her status as the most popular girl. She had already been allocated a room on the first floor of the hostel, which was reserved for first years, on her previous visit to the college to get herself registered.. You’re my good girl, right? and she nodded, seething, but, strangely, her pussy was tingling. Then come get your treats in the kitchen, he said mildly. She didn’t budge, glaring, and he didn’t pull the chain. He just watched her. “What kind of treat?” she asked, cheekily. He laughed and said, M&Ms. He knew they were her favorites. She glared at him, but decided to keep playing along, crawling towards the kitchen.She felt his gaze lingering on her ass in as she crawled in front of him, knowing. They chalked it up to her senior year and added pressure about college. They were go-getters, and they prided themselves on graduating from good schools. Now their only child would go to one of them, and it was one of the more prestigious schools in the country. The trio made their way back home. The martinis had relaxed them, and Monica went upstairs. After locking her door, she opened up the huge cedar chest and took out the thousands she’d made as a private dancer. She’d planned this as her. " It's difficult to recognize someone else's hell when you're living in your own," she said wisely. "Now that you're back, you'll probably run into some of your old 'friends'. How are you going to handle that?"I laughed. "Sheila advised me to throw her picture in everyone's face and flaunt it. And when she shows up we can really flaunt it."Mom cracked up. "Oh, I am going to really like this girl, I can tell."We got home, and Dad came home shortly thereafter. We ate and hung out and chatted..