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Collected by Djian
M/f nc, humil, blackmail
A Summer to Remember
by b_nyc@my-deja.com
All characters are fictional and are a product of my imagination. Any
resemblance to actual persons, dead or alive, is wholly coincidental. Also,
this story is mine. Please do not use it without my permission. If reposting it,
please do so in its entirety without alterations.
(1-16)
Chapter 1
Joe, Billy, and Wade couldn't believe their good fortune. They were
going to the home of their former 8th grade teacher, Mrs. Myers. She was a babe!
All three of them had had her in a class or two the previous school year. Wade
was the luckiest; she was his homeroom teacher so he got to have her for most of
his classes. Joe and Billy only had her for a couple. Even the boys who were
unfortunate enough not to have any classes with her knew who she was. Mrs.
Myers was the new teacher in school; the young one; the pretty one; the best
teacher any of them had ever seen.
Joe figured her measurements were about 36C-24-36. Not that he had
any experience with women, because he had none, but he was pretty smart and he
read a lot, especially his sister’s Cosmo mags. Just like everything else in
Joe's life, what he didn't know fascinated him to the point where he had to find
out the answers. When puberty and adolescence hit, all his questions began to focus
on girls, and Joe delved right into the subject.
Billy was the most mature of the bunch - not physically, that was
Wade, but mentally. He had done stuff or talked about having done stuff that made the
other boys slack-jawed in wonder. None of it was true, but that didn’t
matter to Billy or his friends. Joe, however, suspected that Billy got most of his
material from his Dad's stash of Playboys and Penthouses. Billy's parents argued a
lot and they seemed to always have a beer in their hands when Joe came over to
the trailer. Billy had a lot of time to himself and his Dad's "secret" stash. In
fact Billy had masturbated over the thought of Mrs. Myers several times. He had
just discovered masturbation and was doing his best to make up for lost time,
even though he was only 14. On more than one occasion he didn’t even look at the
magazines, but instead dreamt about Mrs. Myers: her sandy blonde hair, her
large breasts, her shapely legs, the way her underwear crept upward into the
crack of her ass, and the way she pulled it out when she thought no one was
looking.
Wade, on the other hand, didn't know what was going on. All he knew
was that his penis got hard whenever he thought of his homeroom teacher. He knew
he wanted to fuck her, to put his penis in her. He was also developing into
quite an athlete. He had broad shoulders, walked with a kind of bowl-legged gait,
and even started shaving! He also knew that girls giggled when he was around
them. He didn't know why; he just knew he didn't like being laughed at. Sometimes,
he was so embarrassed, he wished he could lash out and hurt them the way they
were hurt him. One could tell that when Wade got a little older, he would be
a real lady's man - the kind that had the body to attract them and the mind to
treat them poorly.
Although the three boys were eager to see 8th grade end and the
summer begin, they couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that they wouldn't
be able to see Mrs. Myers again, Billy especially. All that changed, however, when
they joined the little league baseball team coached by Mr. Steven Myers, the
husband of a very popular 8th grade teacher.
"Hey, Billy, where did you say the house was?" asked Wade.
"I told you not to call me Billy; it's Bill now, remember."
"Oh, yeah. I forgot."
"And how the hell should I know. Ask Joe. He's the one with the
directions." Joe thought for a moment about the instructions their baseball
coach gave them. He was to come to the house around 5:00 and pick up the baseball
equipment. They could use the equipment on their own until practice the next
day. Joe really didn’t like baseball and he certainly had other things to
do, like surfing the net, than to start practice a day early, but he really wanted to
see Mrs. Myers again. So he came up with this little scheme to borrow baseball stuff
as an excuse to catch one more glimpse of his favorite teacher. Mr. Myers was
very nice and even apologetic that he couldn’t get out of work. He was working on
some big case or something and so he gave Joe directions to his house
instead. Joe knew all about big cases. Joe's dad was a lawyer too - in fact, a lawyer
in the same office as Mr. Myers.
"Just come on by," he told Joe, "I won’t be there but my wife will
and she knows where the stuff is. Sorry I can’t be out there with you guys." Joe
couldn’t believe his luck.
"That's o.k." he said, "We'll come up with something." His plan
worked. He hung up the phone and immediately called Billy and Wade. Mr. Myers intended
to call his wife to let her know they were coming, but he got sidetracked
and later forgot.
"This is a great plan, Joe," Billy lauded. "How did you come up with it?"
"No big deal. I knew Mrs. Myers would be home because school's out,
and I knew Mr. Myers was always at work because he and my dad are working on the
same case, and my dad is never home. I figured this would be a nice way to
see Mrs. Myers. She might even invite us in for some lemonade!" Joe couldn’t
help but feel proud of himself. "Here. This is it." As the three boys walked to
the front door, they noticed a UPS truck parked in the driveway. 'Must be more
baseball equipment,' thought Joe. 'She probably ordered some sexy panties
from Victoria's Secret,' thought Billy.
'I wonder what size engine that truck has,' thought Wade. They
knocked on the door and waited. Nothing. They rang the doorbell and waited some more.
Again, nothing. They stood there feeling a little dejected. Then, suddenly,
a rather muscular man flung the door open and rushed out, slamming the door
behind him. He seemed agitated and more than a little upset.
"Hey!" Billy said, "what the fuck’s your problem?"
"Shut up kid. Fuck off or I'll fuck you just like I fucked the old
lady!" he shouted. Without another word, the UPS driver got in his truck and began
pulling out. Just as he was finished backing up, Joe and Billy thought they
saw a slight grin on the man’s face. Then the man winked at them and drove off.
Wade thought the engine had to be a V-8.
Chapter 2
Joe and Billy grabbed Wade and immediately jumped into the bushes by
the side of the house. They sat silent while each collected their individual
thoughts.
Then Billy began to form a grin - a grin eerily similar to the one the UPS
guy just flashed.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" asked Billy.
"I don’t know what I’m thinking," answered Joe. "All I know is that
man got to see Mrs. Myers naked. Damn! I wish I were him."
"Joe, think about it. That man wasn't Mr. Myers. He was the UPS guy."
"Yeah, I know. So what?" Billy was not too successful at trying to
hide his agitation.
"Damn, for a smart kid you sure are dense sometimes! Keep thinkin' Joe.
You just might be that UPS guy if we play our cards right. Catch my drift .. . ?"
Then it suddenly dawned on Joe, too. He started grinning from ear to ear.
Wade still didn’t know what was going on.
"What are you guys talking about? What about playing cards?" The two
boys explained to the third the situation they found themselves - not once,
but twice - until Wade finally caught up to speed.
"Yeah, but now what?" asked Wade, "What do we do now?" Wade had a
gift for repeating the same question.
"That's what we have to come up with," said Billy, and the three, or
two rather, started to formulate a plan.
"What was I thinking? How could I be so stupid!?" Chloe Myers was
more than a little upset. She had to take a bath and wind down. She had to work
through her thoughts. She turned on the water and started to undress. She
pulled off the jogging top and let her large breasts hang free. She rubbed them
together a little to get the circulation flowing. Her nipples started to get erect
again. She was ashamed at the reason they were erect before. Next, she pulled down her
tight cotton jogging shorts. This took some effort since the shorts were
skin tight and her hips and ass were so full. They were still a little damp along the
crack of her ass. She wasn’t wearing any panties and she had just come in from a jog
when the UPS man showed up. She stepped into the warm soothing water,
closed her eyes, and let her mind wander.
He felt so good pressed up against her, on top of her on the couch,
she thought. Without realizing it, her left hand found a breast and started
massaging it. The right hand slowly worked its way down, starting from her neck. It
had been a long time since she felt a man was paying attention to her. Sure
there were tons of men who whistled at her as she walked by, but none who seemed
interested in listening to what she was feeling. She and her husband of two
years just moved into a new city. He got a job at a big law firm and the pay was
too good to pass up. So without any discussion, Mr. and Mrs. Myers, the perfect
couple, loaded up all their stuff and left the only family, friends, and
home she had ever known.
He was so strong and masculine. Chloe's mind was wandering again.
She let her right hand stoke the cleft between her large breasts two or three times
and then let it move on downward. Her other hand moved to the other breast and
was pinching the nipple back to life.
Once in the new city, things went pretty well at first. She got a
job teaching at Northview Junior High, and he started bringing in the cash. They moved
out of their apartment and bought a nice home in a secluded neighborhood. Not
too soon after, Steve started working a lot. He was gone all of the day and most
of the night. During the school year, it wasn't so bad. But now it was the summer,
and Chloe just had too much time by herself. At these times, Chloe wished
her neighborhood wasn’t so secluded. She was lonely and depressed. She needed a
friend.
Her right hand continued down until she felt her belly button. Her
body was tingling all over. His arms and chest were so large. His was the body of a
working man, not of a desk man like her husband. She began stroking her soft
brown, almost blonde, pubic hair, making tiny circles with her fingers,
denying herself total satisfaction in order to prolong the pleasure. She continued
to feel along the inside of her thighs and around her pubic mound, up and down the
outer folds of her vagina. Then one day a UPS truck appeared with some
baseball equipment. Thinking this had to be a mistake, she called her
husband to confirm the delivery.
"What were you thinking, Steve? We barely have enough time for
ourselves and now you want to coach a baseball team?" Mrs. Chloe Myers was furious.
What little time they had, he wanted to spend with a bunch of little boys??!
She couldn’t believe it.
"I'm sorry honey, but I had to," Mr. Myers pleaded. "The managing
partner, Mr. Shanski, was hinting that he wanted his son to play baseball this summer
but they needed a coach. I had to volunteer. He was expecting it."
"Why don't you get a spine and tell him no!" she spat. Then in a
hushed tone so that the delivery man couldn't hear, "Why don't you tell him your
wife needs a cock in her." Mr. Myers’ ears perked up, and so did his penis.
"Honey, when I get home tonight I'll make it all up to you. We’ll
make love like we used to when we were first married. I promise." With that, he hung
up the phone. But they didn't make love that night. Mr. Myers had to pull an
all- nighter at the office. When he called home to tell his wife, he was
expecting her to be as furious as before. Instead, her response was more disturbing; she
was . . . disappointed. This was the first promise Steve had ever broken and it
crushed her.
Chloe continued to rub the outside of her pussy until she couldn't
stand it any longer. She pulled up on the top of her pussy to expose her clit. It was
throbbing and erect, begging for attention. She started working her fingers
all around it, pinching and pulling and rubbing ever so gently. She released her
other hand from her breast and inserted a finger into her tight cunt, slowly
working it in and out; first one finger, then two. The UPS man showed up
again a few days later with more equipment. He sensed her distress and thought he
saw an opening.
"What's the matter Mrs. Myers? You seem upset. My name is Dave, by
the way." He tried to sound as sincere as possible.
"I just can't believe my husband is doing this," Chloe answered, and
then started to cry. 'Yesssss!' Dave thought. 'This is my chance.' He wanted to
hug her but thought better of it. Too risky, have to take it slow.
"Why don't you tell me about it," he said.
"Oh, its nothing."
"It doesn't sound like nothing to me. Do you want to talk about it?"
Dave hoped to God she would.
"Well," she hesitated, "ok. About a year ago my husband got this new
job . . ." And that’s how it started. Chloe felt so relieved that she found someone
to talk to. Dave seemed so caring, so understanding, so willing to comfort -
although for some reason, she wished he hadn't told her his name. Soon they became
more intimate and he started coming by more often. Then today he kissed her.
Chloe so desperately wanted a man, any man, that she let herself go. He
looked so handsome; he felt so good. She kissed him back. She knew it was wrong but
she didn’t care. She let him take her to the couch.
Dave knew he had her. He had been patient and now he was being
rewarded. He had to listen and pretend he cared about her fucking problems
for over two weeks. The whole time all he wanted to do was stick his dick into
this beautiful creature. She was so gorgeous, he thought. The prize was worth the
effort. He pushed up her jogging top to expose her breasts. They were
magnificent. They were firm and hard and natural. He mauled them, kissing
the nipples and squeezing them in his large hands.
No. This is wrong. You can't be doing this, she said to herself. But
his hands felt sooo good. He started moving a hand down and then eased it under
the elastic waistband of her shorts. Suddenly she felt his hand on her
pussy. No man had ever touched her there except her husband. 'My husband. Steve!' her
mind screamed. 'You love him. You made a commitment to him,' she realized.
Her mind was racing now. She had to get control of herself. She had to get
Dave off her.
"Dave, no stop. I can't do this." She quickly pulled her top back down.
"Yes you can," he panted, "You know you want it."
"Yes, I do but not from you. I'm sorry. I love my husband." She
squeezed out from under him and stood up.
"You bitch!" Dave cursed, "Get back here and finish what you
started!"
"No! Get out. Get out now!" she said as she pointed to the door.
Chloe was becoming very scared.
"I don't know about you, but I'm gonna get what I came for." Dave
jumped off the couch and grabbed Chloe before she could get away. He planted a
firm kiss on her lips and grabbed her luscious round ass. He would fuck her
whether she wanted it or not. All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door. This
startled both of them. Dave let go and just stood there in bewilderment. He
was not expecting this and he didn’t know what to do. Chloe could not believe
her luck. Whoever it was at the door just saved her from being raped. Then the
doorbell rang.
"I think you should go now. If you leave and never come back, I
won’t report this to the police." Chloe tried to sound as confident as she could.
"You little cock tease. You want it. You're just a little slut, a
whore like all the other women I fucked. You think you’re the only good looking bitch in
the neighborhood? Guess again!" Dave made his way out the door and slammed it
behind him. Chloe never felt such relief before in her life. She immediately
locked the door and slumped against it. She thought she heard Dave saying
something outside but couldn’t make out what it was. 'He's probably still
cursing me,' she thought. After she heard the truck pull out, she looked through the
eye- hole to see who was there. Strange, but she saw no one. The UPS driver must
have scared away whoever it was. She didn’t care. She was just grateful. She
left the door closed and decided she needed a bath.
Chloe's fingers were now working in unison. One hand massaged her
clit, while two fingers of her other hand worked in and out of her cunt. Her
breathing was ragged and her hips began thrusting to meet her fingers. Oh how she
wished Steve were here. He knew just how to touch her. She wanted him so badly, she
was willing to give herself to anyone, she rationalized. She worked her
hands furiously as the excitement spread from her pussy. Her face and chest became
flushed as her sexual heat radiated outward. An image of Steve licking her
clit flashed through her mind and she couldn't hold back any longer. She reached
a tremendous climax. Wave after wave of pleasure overtook her.
"UHHHH," she moaned as her body writhed in convulsions. She was
coming with such force that water splashed over the sides of the tub. She
let the orgasm wash over her and reveled in every last rippling pulse.
Chapter 3
"O.K. everyone knows the plan, right?" Billy asked.
"Yeah, I guess, but why do I have to get the camera," asked Wade.
"Can't someone else get the camera?"
"Wade," Billy explained, "you're the fastest one here. You can make
it to the gas station and back faster than any of us. Joe, give Wade ten bucks.
That should buy one of those cheap, disposable cameras. Now get going."
"Oh, O.K." said Wade, and he was off. He really could run fast. He
should be back in about 10 minutes, thought Joe. After Wade was out of sight, Billy
began thinking about their plan again.
"Are you sure we need pictures?" asked Billy. "I think we should
just blackmail her with what we know."
"Yes, I'm sure. We can only go so far with what we know. After a
point she'll call our bluff and we'll be done. She'll just deny everything. But if
we had pictures, we could get her to do more stuff." Billy was utterly amazed and
had newfound respect for Joe.
"Dude, how do you know all this? I thought you were a dweeb," he asked.
"I read it on the Internet. That's how they do things, and it always
seems to work." Billy sat for a moment and thought some more.
"Who is gonna sit outside and take the pictures, you or me? We for
sure can't have Wade do it. He'd fuck it up."
"Oh yeah. Hmm. I think you should do it since I thought of the plan."
"Fuck that. I'm the one who thought of blackmailing her. If it
wasn’t for me you two would still be standing on the front porch, waiting for some
lemonade."
"I guess you’re right, but Wade can still take the pictures. He's
not that dumb."
"Joe, Wade will spend the whole roll before we even get her shoes
off. You have to do it. Besides, I don't think you can talk to Mrs. Myers the way I
can." Joe had to concede that Billy was right. Joe would be too scared to open his
mouth, and yes, Wade was that dumb. Billy, on the other hand, seemed to have
no fear whatsoever, and he had a pretty quick mind to boot.
"O.K., O.K. I'll do it. Just don't mess this up."
"Oh, I won't," said Billy. "You just be ready with that camera.
Where the hell is Wade?"
As soon as she recovered from her orgasm, Chloe's mind became
startlingly clear. She knew what she had to do. She loved Steve and she would go to him.
She would not tell him of her assault this afternoon because then she would
have to reveal her dissatisfaction and essentially her betrayal. No. She would
not tell him. Instead she would love him more and try to understand. Chloe decided
she would put on her sexiest outfit and go to his office. It was closed now so
all the support staff would have gone home. Steve was probably cooped up in his
office, miserable, alone, and as horny as she was. Yes. She would go to his
office and make love to him on his desk.
Chloe got dressed exactly the way she wanted. She but on a sheer,
white, satin and lace bra that revealed her nipples through the fabric. It was a
little too small but served to accentuate her breasts nicely. Next she put on some
matching thong panties. This was the first time she had ever worn this
particular lingerie. It smelled new and sexy, and it made her feel powerful. Next she
did her hair and makeup. Normally, she didn't wear any makeup, but tonight she
wanted to look extra special.
That done, she looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe
she could look this way. With her hair and face made-up she was transformed from
the cute girl next door to a stunning blonde bombshell. She thought she
looked a little slutty, and she liked it. Next she put on a pair of old denim blue
jeans and a conservative white blouse. Steve always liked it when she dressed simply. He
said it made her more sexy knowing what an extraordinary body lay underneath
the ordinary clothes. To top everything off, however, she decided to wear a
pair of white, 4 inch, high-heeled shoes. This was the only clue to what Chloe
had in mind. Indeed, Steve was right. Very few women can look sexy in plain
clothes, but Chloe was just such a woman. Her body was so full and curvy that even
frumpy clothes couldn’t hide her charms. This only added to her allure, an
allure that mesmerized every 8th grade boy.
Billy and Joe had been waiting 20 minutes now. The longest 20
minutes of their young lives.
"Where the hell is he?" asked Joe, "It shouldn't take him more than
ten minutes to get back." Finally, they saw Wade approach.
"What took you so long, you dip shit. We'd been waiting here for 20
minutes," scolded Joe.
"Don't call me a dip shit, Joe-ee. The camera only cost 6 bucks so I
decided to get a comic book. I couldn't decide which one to get."
"Oh, I'm glad there was a good reason, then," said Joe
sarcastically, "and you owe me 4 bucks!"
"Why don't you go screw yourself, Joe 'smarty pansky' Shanski! "
"Oh good come-back, Wade 'the no brainer' Gainer."
"That's it," yelled Wade as he lunged at Joe, "I'm kicking your ass!"
"Enough! We have to be quiet," said Billy. "We got the camera, now
let's just let it go. Wade give the camera to Joe and follow me. We're going in,
Joe's gonna stay out here and take the pictures." Wade felt vindicated somehow
that he got to go with Billy to see Mrs. Myers and that Joe would have to stay
outside.
"You're lucky, you little twerp!" said Wade as he followed Billy up the
steps to the front door. Chloe got her bag and was heading out when the
doorbell rang. 'Shit,' she thought. 'Now what?' She opened the door and saw two boys.
She paused a moment to gather her thoughts. She recognized one of them from
her homeroom. He was tall and muscular and looked like a man. She couldn't
forget him. Wade was his name. The other was a boy she had in only one of
her classes. She remembered him too because she didn't like him. Billy, or
something, was his name. No, that's right, it was Bill, not Billy. He was
the one that always stared at her. All of the boys stared at her, but she sensed in
his gaze something more than a crush - like the gaze Wade sported now; something
else, something . . . wicked. Why were they here?
The two boys just stood there, staring at the beauty who answered
the door. It was Mrs. Myers alright, but, damn, she looked better than ever. She
looked both younger and older than they remembered, all at the same time.
"Hi, can I help you?" she said sweetly, breaking the mutual spell.
"Yeah, we're here to pick up some baseball equipment," said Billy,
trying to sound nonchalant. "Mr. Myers said it was o.k."
"Hmm. He didn't say anything to me but that's o.k. Come on in and
have a seat. I'll see where it is." Billy and Wade followed her into the house,
their eyes glued to her wonderful, swaying ass. They took a seat on the couch and
waited for Mrs. Myers to return.
"Hey guys, the stuff is in the garage. It's too heavy for me to lift
so I'll open the garage door and you can get it yourselves," said Mrs. Myers from the
other side of the kitchen. She was holding open the door that led to the garage.
She wanted to get these kids out of here as quickly as possible. Her new thong
panties were rubbing her in strange places and she was getting aroused.
The two boys just sat there. Wade continued to stare, but Billy was
in deep thought. This is the moment, he said to himself. This is the chance of a
lifetime. His heart was pounding a mile a minute. Mrs. Myers returned to the living
room when she got no response and was now standing in front of them, saying
something that Billy didn't hear. Billy's hands began to sweat. She was so
pretty. He had to compose himself and choose his next words carefully. The wrong
thing could set her off and get them all in big trouble.
"We want to see you naked!" blurted Wade. Billy couldn't believe
what he just heard. Wade was such a moron! If he had any brains at all he'd still be
dumber than a box of rocks.
"I beg your pardon," answered a stunned Mrs. Myers.
"Shut up Wade!" nudged Billy, but it was too late.
"We want to see you naked, Mrs. Myers," Wade repeated with a big
grin on his face.
Chapter 4
Mrs. Myers gathered herself and tried to comprehend what Wade had
just said.
"What did you just say?" she said in a stern tone, genuinely
indignant. After all she had been through today, the last thing she needed was a couple of
snot- nosed boys trying to mess with her.
Billy interrupted, "What Wade is trying to say, ma'am, is that he
thinks you're really pretty." This disarmed Chloe a little, but not much.
"Thank you, but I think its time for you two to leave. I'll keep
this between the three of us and won't tell my husband, but you two aren't to come back
here, ever."
"Umm, that's sort of why we're here," Billy started, "Your husband
is our baseball coach."
"Yes, I know that. What's your point?" Chloe was losing patience.
"Well, it's just that . . . I agree . . . there are some things that
should stay between the three of us. I mean without your husband knowing." Billy's mouth
went dry.
"What are you getting at?" asked Chloe hesitantly.
Summoning all his will, Billy continued, "We had a nice conversation
with the UPS guy, Dave, I think his name was," Billy had caught a glimpse of the
man's name tag earlier. Wade wondered how Billy could know the guy's name.
Billy went on, "And he told us some stuff that I don't think Mr. Myers
should know." Chloe Myers stopped breathing. How did this kid know about Dave?
What exactly was he getting at? Is he trying to blackmail me?
"Kid, nothing went on between the UPS guy . . ."
"Dave," said Wade, trying to help.
"Right. Dave. Nothing went on between Dave and me."
"I believe you Mrs. Myers," Billy said calmly, "and I'm sure your
husband will too, eventually, but I'm not so sure anyone else will. You know how
kids get to talking. Once this got out around school . . . ." Billy let the
sentence hang between them, mostly because he didn't know what to say next.
This could not happen. Chloe's mind started going through the
possibilities.
True, her husband would believe her, but only after much pain and heartache
and mistrust. It would take a long time to patch their already strained
marriage.
On top of that, if word got out around school that two students caught her
having an affair, whether true or not, she would certainly lose her job.
This was one such impropriety where the allegation was as harmful as the truth.
Nevertheless, she could afford to lose her job. That didn't matter, but her
husband was a different story. Steve, too, could very easily lose his job.
Old, stodgy law firms like Miller, White, and Shanski didn't take too kindly to
such public indiscretion on the part of their associates. It would reflect badly
on the whole firm, they would say, and then hand him his walking papers. This was
too much. Finally, she returned to the two boys.
"Mr. Myers isn't going to find out, is he?" Mrs. Myers said as
coldly as she could. But, unfortunately, her words sounded like a plea, and Billy pressed
the advantage.
"Well, I don't know," said Billy, and here came the penultimate moment.
"Wade here does want to see you naked . . . ." Billy and Wade held their
breath and waited, not knowing what would happen next.
This whole time Joe was standing outside looking in through a side
window. He got a great profile view of Mrs. Myers facing his buddies. Thank
God this house is surrounded with trees, and thank God this house is out in
b.f.e. He saw earlier how Mrs. Myers was upset and how Billy was talking and Wade
was gawking. Now the three just stared at each other. They kept on staring
for a really long time. Finally, Mrs. Myers said something and Billy nodded.
Then it happened. Mrs. Myers' hands moved to the top of her blouse.
Joe's heart stopped. This was really happening. Slowly she undid the top button,
then the next, and then the next. With each button, Joe could see more of her
wonderful tan skin. Next she un-tucked the blouse from her pants and
continued with the remaining buttons. Joe was so enthralled that he almost forgot
about the camera. He picked it up, turned it on, and 'Click', took the first picture.
Chloe could not go through with this. She was too embarrassed already. She was
practically doing a striptease for these two 14 year olds.
She held the front of her blouse tightly closed and said, "That's
it, I can't go through with this. You two can go to hell."
"O.K.," Wade said, "Thanks a lot, we'll just be going now," and got
up to leave. Billy immediately grabbed him and pulled him back down.
"Wait a minute," said Billy, "we had a deal remember?"
"Well, the deal's off!"
"Oh, O.K.," Billy said coolly, then turned and regarded Wade. "Wade,
do you want to write the letter to the principle or do you want to start
telling the team about Mrs. Myers?"
"What?" said Wade.
"Do you want to tell Principle Jensen or do you want to start
telling the gang?" Billy repeated.
"Uh, I guess I’ll start telling the dudes cuz I can't write too
good," answered Wade truthfully. He didn't know why they couldn't talk about this later.
"O.K., then I’ll write the letter to Principle Jensen," said Billy.
"While I'm at it, I think I'll write another letter to Mr. Shanski. He works with Mr.
Myers, doesn't he?"
Chloe Myers couldn't stand it any longer, "Alright, alright I'll do
it. Just promise me no one else will know about any of this."
"We promise," answered Billy with a devilish grin. Joe watched as
she finally let go of her blouse. It hung open in front and he could see from
her neck all the way to her belly button. Her breasts protruded mightily outward and
then gave way to a firm flat tummy. Then Mrs. Myers worked the blouse off her
shoulders until it finally fell to the floor. Joe could clearly see her nipples now.
They were poking through the fabric of her bra. Her breasts were fantastic.
These were the first boobs he had ever seen in real life, and they were
better than any he had seen on the Internet. The dark circles at the front of her
melons were the size of silver dollars and the nipples were the size of erasers.
Joe noticed that Mrs. Myers had her eyes closed and that her face
was red.Mrs. Myers then reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. She held
the loose garment to her chest for a moment, then let it drop. She immediately
covered herself with her arms. Joe could still see the bottom half of her
breasts. He took three more pictures. Billy said something again and Mrs. Myers let
her arms fall to her side. Her breasts were now in full view. It was obvious that not
too many people got to see her breasts because she had a very distinct tan
line in the shape of a very small bra.
She had a deep golden tan, but clearly never sunbathed topless. At
this moment, the contrasting white skin only served to highlight her erect
nipples.
Joe's penis was harder than it had ever been in his life. It was so hard it
hurt. He had to let it out. He took another picture, set the camera down, unzipped
his shorts, and released his cock.
Chloe was overcome with shame and embarrassment. She was standing
topless in front of two boys, her breasts exposed to their gaze, her nipples
growing erect from the air conditioning. Her face was flush and so was her
chest. She wouldn't have been able to do this if not for what that evil
Billy kept saying. Oh, how she hated the little bastard. Well, I'm not gonna' let him
see me humiliated, she said to herself. Just get this over with as fast as you can
and get these monsters out of here.
All of sudden, Joe saw Mrs. Myers moving pretty fast. She stepped
out of her shoes and then reached for her belt. She quickly undid her pants and was
now trying to pull them down. She was having some trouble because her jeans
were kinda' tight. She wriggled her butt until the pants were finally clear
of her hips. Seeing her do this was incredibly exciting. Without realizing it, Joe
began to stroke his cock. Mrs. Myers kicked the jeans out of her way and then
stood with her hands on her hips. She glared at Billy, looking him right in the
eye. But Billy didn't notice. He was looking elsewhere, as was Wade and Joe. They
simply could not take their eyes off her crotch. Her panties were so small
and they rode up the crack of her ass so her whole butt was exposed. Of course,
Billy and Wade only got to see the faint hair of her bush, barely visible
through the sheer material of her thong panties. The sides of her pubic mound
spilled out over the narrowing strip of fabric, pressed tight against her crotch. Joe
took a few more pictures and had to set the camera down. His hands went back to
stroking his cock.
After what seemed like forever, Joe noticed Billy saying something.
After a short pause, Mrs. Myers reached down - her firm boobs jiggling ever so
slightly - and put her high heels back on. The effect was stunning. The shoes seemed
to make her legs not only longer, but also more graceful. The curves of her
spectacular calves and thighs seemed more defined, and her round,
heart-shaped ass was lifted up and out. Standing there in only her high heels and thongs,
Mrs. Myers felt like a total slut. That's exactly what Joe thought she looked
like when he took another picture.
A moment later, Joe saw Billy saying something again and Mrs. Myers
was shaking her head no. Billy got up to leave and was still saying something
when Mrs. Myers got him to sit back down. Joe knew what was coming next and got
his camera ready. This was the final piece; there was only one thing left to
remove. Mrs. Myers slowly turned her body sideways to Billy and Wade so that
her back and beautiful round ass was now to Joe. He saw how the white
panties disappeared in the crack of her ass and then reappeared at the bottom to
show a flash of white. For some reason, all Joe wanted to do right now was to grab
the back of those thong panties and pull upward, rubbing the material back and
forth against her crotch. Instead, he saw Mrs. Myers hook her thumbs along the
side of her panties and pull down. As she leaned forward to remove them, they got
tangled in her high heels, giving Joe a long, clear view of something he had
only dreamed about. He saw her pussy.
It was so strange and dark and inviting. Joe wanted to touch it, to
feel it, to smell it, to discover it. Joe took one last picture and dropped the camera.
He didn’t care if it broke. He had to stroke his cock. He kept staring at Mrs.
Myers'
pussy until it disappeared when she stood up, leaving open only a space
between her thighs. Joe could still see a little bit of her mound from under her ass
cheeks.
Thank God for high heels. While re-crossing her arms in front of her chest,
she placed her left knee in front of the other and closed her legs tight,
shielding her pussy from the view of Billy and Wade. Joe finally looked up at her face and
noticed a single tear falling from the corner of her eye. Joe didn't know
why, but this turned him on even more. He pumped his cock one more time and it
exploded. He was coming. He shot wad after wad of white, sticky cum on the
side of the house. He kept pumping and pumping until finally nothing more
came out. He leaned forward against the windowsill as he tried to catch his
breath. Joe Shanski had his first orgasm. Chloe wiped away the tear before
the two boys looked up.
"Are you satisfied?" she asked trying hard to hide her humiliation.
Wade and Billy continued to stare, numb with the realization of what they had
just seen. Both of them also noticed a faint odor wafting through the air. It
wasn't strong, but they knew what it had to be. Chloe noticed the smell too and was
horrified when she realized what it was! It was her! It was her pussy! Her
face suddenly became very red, as she tried to press her legs tighter. Standing
there with her arms to her chest and her knees crossed, Mrs. Myers looked exactly
like the models in Playboy, except she wasn't trying to be seductive. Chloe
picked up her blouse and used it to help cover her nakedness.
"Now get out," she said softly, almost in a whisper. Billy and Wade
looked at each other and blinked several times, shaking their heads. They were out
of their spell, but it was hard for them to get up, let alone get out. They hadn't
moved much in the past 30 minutes; Wade hadn’t moved at all. Adding to their
discomfort were their erections. They managed to stand but barely got to the
door while hunched over at the waist. They were still wide-eyed and open-
mouthed when they were left standing outside. They didn't hear the door
shut, then lock, then chain, behind them.
Once Billy came to, his thoughts immediately went to Joe and the
camera.
If the pictures come out right, there's no telling what they could do to
Mrs. Myers. His head was swimming with the possibilities. Wade's thoughts,
however, were still on Mrs. Myers' body: her gorgeous figure, her tight ass,
her pretty face, her large tits, her blonde bush. . . . His head was swimming
with the images of what he had just seen.
Chloe immediately ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
She had to clean herself, she felt so dirty. She stepped under the water without
waiting for it to get warm. Never before had she felt such humiliation. She clutched
herself and started to sob softly. What had she done? What had she gotten
herself into? Chloe stood under the shower for a long time, hoping the water
would wash away her shame. Nothing in her life could ever be worse than
this, she thought.
Chapter 5
"Hey, Joe, did you get all that?" asked Billy excitedly as he
grabbed Wade by the arm and headed for the bushes. Wade followed Billy into the shrub
just in time for them to see Joe zip up his pants. Billy had a clue as to the reason
why, but decided to ask anyway. "Uh, what's up with the pants, Joey?"
"I . . . I uh . . . I had to take a piss."
"You takin' a piss when you should be takin' pictures?"
"Yeah, I really had to go bad."
"I bet. Mrs. Myers made me want to piss too. Strange how a babe can
make a dude want to piss," Billy chuckled.
Wade was getting impatient, "Can we talk about this later? What's
the big deal about takin' a piss? I do it all the time."
"Yeah," concurred Joe, "Can we drop it? I had to take a piss,
alright," and he started making his way out of the bushes. "Now let's get out of here."
"O.k. o.k.," said Billy and he began to follow him out. "Wait! Dude,
where's the camera?" said Billy in a moment of stark terror. They were about to walk
out without the most important thing. The looked back and saw Wade holding up
the camera in one of his big hands.
"You guys want to take this with you?" Wade asked facetiously. Wade
couldn't believe how dumb they could be sometimes. "Hey, what's this goo on
it? It looks like sploogie." Joe quickly snatched the camera and put it in
his pocket. Once they were safely away from the house, they couldn't stop
talking about Mrs. Myers.
"Wow, what a body!"
"Did you see that butt?"
"Those tits were huge, and they don't sag like your mothers'!"
"I got to see her bush!"
"Oh, yeah, I saw her privates!"
"Yeah, well, I smelled her privates!"
"You did not."
"Did too," and on it went, until Billy casually asked the question
the other two really hadn't considered, "I wonder if she'll let us fuck her?" Silence.
They all stopped breathing at the same moment.
"I'll get this thing developed today," said Joe.
"How long does it take? That's too long." Wade asked and answered
impatiently.
"I don't know, Wade, If I don't buy a comic book we can get it back
in an hour." Wade let that pass.
"Let's do it then. The drug store is over there. Let's drop it off
right now, wait for it, then go back to Mrs. Myers house, and fuck her, and . . . ."
"I don't think we should do that," Billy interrupted. "We should
wait."
"What? Are you out of your mind?!" Wade was incredulous. "We could
be back at Mrs. Myers place in no time with our dicks in her!"
"I'm gonna have to go with Wade on this one," said Joe.
"We should send them out to get developed," said Billy while still
trying to formulate his thoughts.
"Out? What are you talking about? What do you mean 'out'?" Wade was
getting frustrated.
"I don't want the dude at the drug store to have the pictures,"
Billy continued. "He'll keep a set of negatives for himself for sure. Wouldn't
you? And what if he knows Mrs. Myers? Like, what if she goes there a lot, like
she probably does 'cause there's no other drug store around here for miles.
Pretty soon everyone who works there will know about them, and Mrs. Myers is bound
to find out sooner or later. If those pictures get out, what's left for us
to use on her? It'll all be over. Don't forget, we're in the pictures too. What if she
then decides to move out of the neighborhood, the state even? See what I'm
getting at? We need to keep this thing our little secret. We need to send the camera
away to get developed where no one knows who Mrs. Myers is."
Joe and Wade thought about what Billy just said. He makes a lot of
sense, thought Joe. What if someone else tries to blackmail her too! This notion
made him mad. Damn it, Mrs. Myers is ours! He began to think about what to do.
"It says here we can get the pictures on CD-ROM if we send this to
their main lab in Houston," said Joe while reading the back of the box. "It'll
take about 10 days to get it back, but if we ship it by Fed Ex, we can get it
back in three."
"That's what we should do then," said Billy. "Who cares if some putz
in Houston jerks off on her pictures. At least no one here in Springfield
will-except us of course, right Joe." Joe started to blush.
"Are you sure we can't send it someplace closer?" asked Wade.
Chloe was in a peculiar state of mind. After her shower, she put on
some baggy sweats and a large sweatshirt and settled down with a bottle of wine.
She just called Steve and begged him to come home. She didn't say why, only that
she needed him. He said he would be home as soon as possible. She
desperately needed someone to hold her, to comfort her, to make her feel safe again. She
also needed sex.
How did her day get so messed up? she thought as she waited. All she
wanted to do was make passionate love to her husband. Instead her plans got
totally perverted. Today, after almost being raped, she had been forced to
strip in front of two former students. They weren't even adults, they were boys no
older than 14. How did they get me to do that? Why did I go through with it? Am I
a pedophile like that teacher in Washington? I'll probably be in their wet
dreams for years. She had to chuckle at the last thought and then took a large gulp
of wine.
As awful as it was, she realized, it was at least over. They wouldn't be in her
grade next year, and if they came over to the house again, she would kick
them out. If they threatened to go public, she would simply deny it as a figment
of their overeager imagination. If they threatened to tell Steve, she would
tell him the truth. She could deal with the truth, however painful it might play out,
but she could not endure another episode of what she was made to do today - the
way they looked at her, the way they stared right at her pussy and her
nipples, the way they made her reveal herself to them. No. She would call their bluff
and put an end to their little game. Her mind was made up. She let out a big
sigh of relief and drank some more wine, a sip this time. Why didn't I think of this
sooner, she scolded herself.
Where is he? Chloe wondered impatiently. Now that her mind was
relieved of some of its burden, her thoughts turned to sex. Despite all the horrors
she went through this afternoon, it was still the closest she came to getting
laid in over a month. She needed it and she needed it bad. Doing a striptease might
even be nice, she thought, but only if I could do it my way, in front of my
husband, while I'm in control. She was making herself excited and wondered
again where Steve was. Why is he never here when I need him, she thought.
She took another sip.
Without realizing it, Chloe finished the whole bottle of wine while
waiting. Steve came home that night, but not until late. He went into the living room to
find Chloe passed out on the couch. One hand was holding an empty bottle and
the other hand was down the front of her pants. What a hot little gal, he
thought.
Now I know why she wanted me to come home so badly.
He gently pulled her hand out from between her thighs and smelled
it. It was intoxicating. She smelled so musky, so sweet, so feminine. He licked a
glistening finger hoping she would wake up. She didn't. He lifted her up and
put her to bed.
When Chloe woke up the next morning, Steve had already gone. Again,
she wasn't as upset as she was disappointed. Steve called later that afternoon,
and sensed the same thing. It made it harder for him to tell her that he only
had time to go to baseball practice tonight and that he would have to go right back
to the office.
"Hey, why don't you come to baseball practice, honey?" Steve asked
enthusiastically. "I'm sure the team would like to see you." Chloe's face
got red. I'm sure they would, she thought.
"Uh, that's o.k. I think I'll stay home."
"Honey, are you sure? I think some of your old students are on the
team? I think some of them even have a crush on you. It'd be such a nice treat,
you'd really make their day." If I treated them anymore, she thought, I'd have to
give them a blow job. Yuck! What an awful idea.
"No. I'm very sure, Steve. I don't want to go to baseball practice."
"Oh, o.k. Its just that I have a crush on you too and wanted to see
you," Steve said in a hurt voice. Chloe's heart broke. This hurt. He sounded
really dejected, and she wanted to be with him more than anything, but there was no
way she could face those two boys again - not now anyway. Subconsciously,
she turned her frustration to anger.
"You had your chance last night to see me, and the night before
that, and the night before that! But you didn't. If you want to see me tonight, you
come home after practice. It's up to you," and she hung up the phone. Wow, I am
such a bitch, and I didn't even mean to be. It's not his fault they're making him
work so much. One more thing to add to the list of marriage breakers, she
thought- number nine on the list will read, 'be a bitch to husband when he's trying
to be sweet.' That will follow number eight which is, 'Fool around with the UPS
guy when husband is at work.'
"I'm glad you still have a sense of humor, kid," she said to herself
out loud. She slumped on the bed and pulled up the covers. What else could go wrong in
her life, she wondered.
Chapter 6
"Did you get the pictures yet?" Billy asked.
"No not yet. They should be here later this afternoon," Joe said as
he opened the Fed Ex box from Houston.
"It's ten o' clock already. It should be here by now."
"I don't know what to tell ya, Bill," Joe said as he pulled out one
shiny gold CD and put it in the CD-ROM drive of his computer.
"Did you check outside? I thought Fed Ex always delivered in the
morning."
"No. Not always." joe opened the CD-ROM window and clicked the icon
labeled 'Picture 1'. The drive immediately started to spin. He stared
spellbound, his heart beating with anticipation, as the blank monitor metamorphosed into
swashes of blurry color. A picture began to take shape. Then, a perfectly
clear color image appeared of Mrs. Myers un-tucking her blouse in front of two
gawking boys. Oh My God, thought Joe. It worked!
"Joe, still there?" Pause.
"Yeah, still here. What did you say?"
"I said wasn't practice yesterday awesome. I almost broke out
laughing whenever Coach Myers said something. If he only knew we saw his wife naked.
He didn't have a clue, man. He is such a lucky . . .." Billy went on, but
Joe stopped listening. Joe quickly opened the remaining pictures. Each image
showed Mrs. Myers revealing more of her fantastic body. To the casual
observer, these pictures looked like Mrs. Myers was trying to seduce the two
boys. Especially the one of her standing there in only a thong with her
hands on her hips. Then Joe came to the picture of her leaning forward to pull down
her panties. From the photograph, it looked like Mrs. Myers was deliberately
flashing her pussy to the camera. It did not look like she was trying to
shield her bush from the view of two perverts. There was no way for anyone to know that
the picture was taken from outside. Best of all, the picture clearly showed
her slit between her beautiful round ass cheeks. Thank God for high heels. Joe
was quickly becoming a fan of high-heels. He couldn't stand it any longer. He
had to jerk off. He was practically coming already.
"Hey, uh Billy, that's great. I gotta go," said Joe hurriedly.
"Its Bill, not Billy remem. . ." Click. Joe hung up the phone and
proceeded to go back through the pictures. He would call the guys later.
Chloe awoke and found herself alone-again. "Well, another day to
myself."
She got a bowl of cereal and tried to think of something to do today. But
the whole time she was eating, all she could think about was her ordeal from the
other day. She hated it but there was something about it that was gnawing at
her right now, something . . . lascivious. She thought about what she was made
to do, and just like the other night, she got aroused. Not so much at having
been forced to strip, no that was the part she hated, but the idea of being naked
in front of someone else was making her pussy tingle. It had been so long since
she was naked with another person. She missed the intimacy of it, the adolescent
excitement. She and Steve hadn't had sex in over a month. She loved how
Steve lusted over her body and how he adored her figure. Chloe loved her body too
and wanted to share it with someone she loved. She was horny, and she had
to do something about it. She decided she would go to the mall and buy some
lingerie. The sexy, revealing, Victoria's Secret stuff. Those always made
her feel so feminine - and a little naughty. She would come home, put them on and
fantasize about making love to Steve while she masturbated. Chloe threw the
rest of her uneaten cereal in the sink and ran to the shower.
"Hah! I knew it!" yelled Billy as he barged through the door with
Wade closely behind. "I knew you had the pictures!" Joe jumped out of his chair
in total alarm. Without thinking, he immediately tried to stand up, and his
penis hit the bottom of the desk. He let out a yelp of agony and barely managed to
reach down and pull up his shorts before turning around.
"Uh, they just got here. I swear," said Joe shaking his head.
"I bet," said Billy as he worked his way past him. "They just got
here long enough for you to print out . . . 30 pictures?" Billy gathered a handful of
the printouts from the printer tray and waved them in Joe's face.
"Uh yeah, its a really fast printer."
"Don't bullshit us, Joe. Hey Wade, check this out." Wade
Nonchalantly threw Joe aside, sending him across the room and tumbling onto his bed, as
he tried to get a look over Billy's shoulder.
"Wow, you can see her muff!"
"Yeah. These are great." Billy quickly looked through the handful of
printouts. Some of the pictures were duplicates, and some were too large to
be clear, but there were still plenty of quality prints. He gave them to Wade
and sat down at the computer. He then took his time as he looked through all the
pictures on the CD. The images on the screen were brighter and sharper than
the print-outs. He sat mesmerized at what the images revealed. Wade was now
looking at the monitor too and both were in a daydream as they relived the
experience. Finally out of his trance, Billy turned to Joe.
"Its a good thing these pictures turned out or we'd have to kick
your ass right about now."
"Yeah," said Wade.
"Guys, I was gonna call ya right when you came in. Honest."
"Save it, Dildo. It looked like you were doing something else when
we came in. Know what I mean?" Billy said chuckling as he nudged Wade in the
side with his elbow. Wade started laughing too but didn't know why. "O.K.
Joe, you owe us for this one," said Billy, "but for right now look through the
print- outs and take out the sucky ones-and try to put them in order." Billy got up
and headed toward the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Wade.
"I've got an idea. Hey, Joe, your sister's room is over here, right?"
"Yeah, but why do you want to go in there for."
"Just, never mind. I'll show you later. Hurry up and let's get over
to Mrs. Myers' place. It's time to have some fun."
Chapter 7
Billy found what he wanted from Joe’s sister’s room - or, more
accurately, his step-sister’s room - and looked for a bag to carry it in. He looked
around but saw nothing. He grabbed the waste basket next to the desk and dumped the
contents on the floor. He took out the plastic liner and placed the item in
it. He pulled the drawstring and headed out. As he made his way down the stairs to
meet up with the fellas, he passed Stephani Shanski, Joe’s sister.
"Hi, Steph, want to go out later?" Billy asked not too seriously.
"I’d rather stick my head under the covers and fart," she replied in
all honesty.
"Oooo! Sounds sexy! Can I join you?" Billy loved to tease Steph.
"Why don’t you go play with some snakes, you ferret!" Ahh, the same
old Stephani Shanski, thought Billy. She wouldn’t be so bad if she wasn’t such a
be- atch. She was actually kinda cute. Just before reaching the bottom of the
steps, he heard Stephani scream.
"OH MY GOD! Who the hell did this to my room?!" Billy didn’t wait
around for Steph to figure it out. He ran to the front door and hurriedly
caught up with Joe and Wade.
"What’s in the bag?" asked Joe.
"I’ll tell you later. Let’s get out of here," said Billy.
Chloe drove home in a good mood. She bought four sexy outfits from
Victoria’s Secret and couldn’t wait to put them on again. They weren’t
really outfits, she thought, there wasn’t enough to them; they were more like
lingerie themes.
"Lingerie themes," she said out loud and giggled, "how clever." She
got hot trying them on in the store and couldn’t wait to come home and masturbate.
Her mood changed when she pulled into the driveway and noticed two boys sitting
on the front steps. One was Wade from the other (horrible) day. He was
waving at her and smiling. The second boy she didn’t recognize. He was looking at
some papers but quickly sat on them when he noticed the car. What are these
guys doing here? she wondered. The dumb one must have told his buddy. Damn
it! She was upset. Then she saw Billy, the one she hated, emerge from around
the side of the house carrying a bag. He was probably trying to break in,
the little bastard. As long as they’re here, she decided, might as well put an
end to this right now. Chloe parked the car in the garage and made her way to the
front door. She noticed that all three of them were undressing her with their
eyes. Chloe felt a little embarrassed knowing that two of them had actually seen
her naked. She was glad she decided to leave her packages in the car.
"What do you guys want and what is he doing here?" she said sternly,
pointing at Joe.
"We wanted to know if we could spend the day with you," answered
Billy coyly, "and this is Joe Shanski." Chloe could not believe the nerve of these
guys, the audacity! She was so angry she didn’t quite catch Joe’s last name.
"I was in your Math class," Joe added eagerly.
"That’s great, whatever," Chloe was in no mood to be polite. "Let
me make this clear to you, we are not spending the day together, not now, not ever.
Do you understand?" She then turned to Joe. "I don't know what these two told
you but they're lying."
"Can we go inside?" Billy interrupted. "I think you’ll change your
mind."
"No!" said Chloe tersely, and turned back to Billy and Wade. "And
you two can tell your lies to whomever you want. No one will believe you."
"I really think we should go inside," Billy said again. That did it,
Chloe lost her patience and her temper.
"I think you should go to hell, you little creep!" Billy was shocked
to hear his teacher talk this way. He had never heard a teacher talk this way ever
in his life. He didn’t know it was possible. If not for the shock, he would have
been really mad.
"O.k." he said, "I guess we'll just have to show you out here," and
he turned to Joe. "Hey, Joe. Show Mrs. Myers the pictures you printed out." Joe
reached under him and handed the stack of papers to Mrs. Myers. As she looked at the
first picture, Billy and Joe noticed her face change from contempt, to
surprise, to embarrassment, and, lastly, to shock. With trembling hands, she randomly
looked through the rest of the stack.
"You should look at them in order," said Billy. "They present more
of a story that way." Chloe could not believe what she was seeing. She saw
herself from that horrible day. The pictures were all of her, stripping in front of
two boys. Her tits were visible and so was her crotch.
"You really know how to seduce little boys, Mrs Myers," Billy said.
"It would really be a shame if these pictures got out." Chloe was in a fog - and
so was Wade and Joe.
"Are you sure we can't spend the day together?" Billy went on. "If
we don't, we'll have nothing else to do than to sit at home and print out another hundred
pictures." This was too much. Chloe tore up the pictures and ran into the
house sobbing. Billy shook Wade and Joe and the three of them went into the house.
At this point, Joe and Wade were willing to do whatever Billy asked. They were
in awe of him. They followed his example and made themselves comfortable on
the couch.
Chloe flushed the pieces down the toilet and looked at herself in
the mirror. She was trapped. They had her. There was no way out of it now, no way to
deny it. Worst of all, the pictures did look like she was trying to turn the boys
on. That kid Joe must have taken the pictures from outside.
"How could you be so stupid?" she said to her reflection. She was left with
no choice; she had to go along with what the boys wanted. Maybe later, she
could convince them to turn over the negatives, or whatever it was they were
using to print copies. Chloe didn’t want to think about what they might make
her do. She fixed her face and made her way to the living room. The three boys
sat around nervously making idle chatter.
"Do you think she’ll go for it?"
"I don’t know, but I think so."
"What are we going to do today? I really want to see a movie."
"Shhhh. Here she comes." Chloe took a seat on the ottoman on the
other side of the room. Even in her foul mood, she could still light up a room.
She was so pretty.
"What will it take for you to give me all the pictures?" she asked
quietly to no one in particular. Joe and Wade waited for Billy to answer.
"We just want to spend the day with you," said Billy matter of
factly.
"That’s it? What are we going to do?" she asked hesitantly.
"See a movie, maybe get a bite to eat," then Billy added, "and
anything else we can think of."
"What does that mean?"
"You’ll just have to wait and see."
"I really don’t have a choice, do I?"
"Not if you want to keep the pictures our little secret." Chloe took
a long pause to think about her situation, or the futility of it rather. She stared
at the floor unblinking for a long time.
At last, without looking up, she said, "O.k. What do you want me to
do?" Joe and Wade let out a sigh of relief, but Billy gathered his resolve.
"We want you to drive us to get something to eat." Chloe let out a
sigh of relief of her own. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad after all. "But first,"
Billy added, "you need to be punished."
Chapter 8
"Punished!? Why?" pleaded Chloe. She was getting really nervous.
Billy didn’t say anything but instead got up to leave.
"We'll get to that. Just follow me to the backyard," said Billy.
"That means you guys, too," he said to Joe and Wade as he went outside. Joe, Wade and
Mrs. Myers just sat there for a moment wondering what was going on, and then made
their way very slowly to the back of the house. There was a large deck in
the backyard and they walked around it looking for Billy. The deck was at ground
level, but the yard sloped away gradually so that the deck was about three
feet off the ground at the outer edge. They saw Billy sitting on the steps
leading up to the deck.
"Hurry up," Billy said impatiently. Wade immediately picked up his
pace and moved past Mrs. Myers to stand next to Billy. "Not you, Wade. I was
talking to Mrs. Myers."
"Oh. O.k." said Wade and he started walking back to the other two.
Billy grabbed him before he could get away.
"But while you’re here, this is what I want you to do," Billy whispered
something in his ear. Wade's eyes grew wide as he listened. He shook his
head in understanding and made his way onto the deck, looking for the rope. After
what seemed like interminable shuffling, Mrs. Myers and Joe finally caught
up.
"Mrs. Myers," he said, "I want you to stand over there with your
back against the deck." Very slowly, Chloe did what she was told, not knowing
what was about to happen, but knowing she wouldn’t like it. Billy was getting
more and more impatient at Mrs. Myers' dawdling. He would have to fix that, he
thought.
"Move over a little bit so you’re right in front of that post," said
Billy as he motioned with his hands. Chloe took a couple side-steps to her left so that
she was in front of one of the 4x6's holding up the deck. Her back and ass were
touching the vertical rail posts and her shoulders were level with the top
railing.
"That’s it, Mrs. Myers. Now spread your arms out and rest them
against the rail." He probably wants to stare at my chest again, she thought, and did as
she was told. As soon as she did, Wade grabbed her right wrist and began tying
it to the rail.
"What . . . what are you doing?" Chloe asked in alarm.
"I told you. You need to be punished," answered Billy. Chloe
immediately tried to get her wrist free. She pulled mightily, but it was no use. She reached up
with her free hand to try and loosen the knot, but Wade quickly grabbed that wrist too.
Soon he tied her left wrist in the same manner as the right.
"Good work, Wade," said Billy, "Now Joe, tie her feet to the post."
It took a while for Joe to figure out what Billy was saying. He was enthralled by the
spectacle of Mrs. Myers tied to the rail with her arms spread wide. Billy
got tired of waiting for Joe to come out of it, so he grabbed a long extension
chord from Wade and began tying her feet himself. He didn't tie her feet together
in front of the post, but instead spread them so they straddled it, and then
tied her feet to the post. With Mrs. Myers at last secure, he stepped back to admire
his work.
Mrs. Myers was a beauty. There was no doubt about it. With her
wrists pulled back and her feet tied a little behind her, her breasts and pelvis
were pushed outward. From the look on Mrs. Myers' face, the position did not seem
too comfortable, but Billy didn't care and neither did Joe or Wade. For Chloe,
her physical discomfort was the least of her worries. She was more concerned
with what would happen next. She was totally vulnerable to their whims, and
never before felt more powerless.
Billy went to the side of the house leaving Joe and Wade staring at
Mrs. Myers' wonderful body. She was wearing a light blue cotton T-shirt that did
nothing to constrain her large breasts. Joe and Wade could clearly see the
pattern of her bra pressed against the thin material. Mrs. Myers was also wearing a
pair of loose khaki trousers that rested low on her hip. So low in fact, that the
top of her panties showed. She always wore loose fitting pants when she went
clothes shopping - it's easier to get in and out of to change, especially with her
round bottom. Now she wished she hadn’t. From above, Wade could see down her
pants, and Chloe could feel his stare. Joe, on the other hand, was riveted
to the sliver of skin revealed just below the hem of her shirt. He tentatively
reached out and touched her there, tracing the waist band of her panties with his index
finger. Chloe's stomach reflexively recoiled at the touch. Joe began to
work his hand downward when they heard Billy shouting from the side of the house.
"Hey, Joey, help me with this hose." Chloe's heart skipped a beat.
Chloe watched in wide-eyed terror as Billy and Joe dragged a garden hose behind
them. She now realized what they were going to do to her, and struggled
again at her bonds. It was no use. The two boys were now standing right in front
of her about five feet away. Billy held up the nozzle and pointed it directly at
her stomach.
"No don't. Please," she begged.
"Here it comes, Mrs. Myers," and he squeezed the lever. A large
volume of water hit her square in the stomach. He kept it there for a moment then
moved the hose around, drenching her from head to toe. He even directed a spray
right at her crotch. Every time she tried to scream, he directed the water at her
mouth. She quickly caught on. At first the water was warm but soon turned icy cold.
She was freezing from the water and pleaded as best she could for Billy to
stop, but he didn't. He continued spraying her for another five minutes until his
hands got too cold to hold the nozzle. At last, he stopped. Chloe shook her head
vigorously and coughed up water. She was cold, tired, and grateful it was
finally over.
The three boys were treated to an incredible sight. Mrs. Myers'
shirt and pants were soaked through and no longer opaque. They clung sensually to her
body revealing every fantastic curve and valley. Her lace bra was clearly
visible and her nipples were erect from the frigid water. Her white panties too
could be seen through the fabric of her wet khaki trousers. These weren't as small as
the one's she had on the other day, but they were still small and they were cut
really high. She shivered from the cold which only added to the boys' excitement.
"Mrs. Myers, do you want to get out of your wet clothes?" asked
Billy.
"Yes," Chloe answered without thinking. She soon realized the implications
of what she just said. "No. I mean no. I don't mind the wet clothes. I'd
rather keep them on."
"Nah. That's o.k.," said Billy, "We'll help you out. Wade, pull up
her shirt." Wade was all too eager to do as he was told. He was all wet too but didn't
notice. He reached down the front of Mrs. Myers' breasts and tried to grab
the shirt. This was difficult to do since the water made the shirt cling to her
skin. Wade happily groped and pinched Mrs. Myers' breasts trying to get a hold of
some fabric. He would grab the shirt with his fingers and thumbs right where
her nipples were poking out then pull up until the weight of the shirt caused
him to lose his grip. Wade would then go back to her nipples and grab some more of
her shirt. Joe and Billy watched as the wet t-shirt clung to her body as it
was slowly being pulled up.
Chloe was being stripped of her clothing and there was nothing she
could do about it. As humiliating as this was, she thought, it wasn't as bad as
having been forced to strip herself. Wade finally managed to lift the heavy shirt
all the way up and pulled it over her head letting it rest behind her neck. But, he
reached down again anyway and was squeezing and massaging her breasts
through her bra. He couldn't help it. He had to feel those magnificent round
globes.
"That's good, Wade," said Billy, "see if you can get those off too."
That was all Wade needed to hear. With one swift motion, he grabbed the bra at her
cleavage and pulled it apart. The material gave way easily, letting her
breasts spill out. He pulled the loose segments aside and tucked them behind her back.
Chloe was once again topless in front of her former students. Her nipples
were erect, and her breasts were entirely covered with goose pimples. Wade went
back to massaging her tits, rolling the nipples in the palm of his hands. He
couldn't believe how stiff they were.
"Uhhhh." Chloe let out an unconscious moan. Wade's hands felt really
good. The heat from his palm and the friction of his rubbing served to warm
up Chloe's freezing nipples.
"You really like that, don't you Mrs. Myers?" Billy asked
devilishly. "You like being felt up."
"No. That's not it. It's just that he's warming me up."
"Oh, don't worry. We'll warm you up."
"That's not what I meant," Chloe pleaded, "I mean I'm cold and his
hands are warm and . . . " Billy turned to Joe before she could finish explaining.
"Let's get her pants off!" he said eagerly. Joe nodded his head
enthusiastically. Joe and Billy quickly made their way on either side of
Mrs. Myers and began fumbling with her pants. Billy undid the button at her waist
while Joe pulled down the zipper. Their hearts were pounding with
excitement. Billy tried to remain calm, as if he sees a gorgeous blonde, tied up and
naked, all the time, but this was too much. He couldn't contain his excitement. This
time, they would be able to touch her - and she couldn't stop them. Wade was
touching her right now.
"No. Please. Guys, don't do this," said Chloe as she tried to wriggle her hips
away from their hands. She was ignored. Joe and Billy each grabbed a pant
leg and pulled down. They managed to work her pants to just below her knees.
That done, they stopped to stare at her panty covered crotch. Chloe had her eyes
closed while they pulled down her pants but opened them when she felt
nothing happening.
She turned and looked at Joe and then at Billy and saw the same expression
on their face. Each was gazing at her crotch with their mouths open in
wonder.
She looked down to see what was so
captivating. What she saw was her pussy - all of it! The water made her
cotton panties virtually transparent. Her neatly trimmed bush was visible, as was
her moist, glistening, pink pussy lips. Her inner folds were engorged and red
from the spray of the water and protruded obscenely against the wet, see-through,
fabric.
She began to blush with shame and closed her eyes again to escape
their glare. Billy and Joe had never seen anything like it. Bound as she was, with
her pelvis thrust out, she was practically offering her pussy to them. Billy
accepted the invitation and touched her swollen lips through the
fabric. Her lips were very sensitive, and the touch sent a shiver up her
spine. Billy cupped her mound and continued to work his middle finger back and
forth along the length of her, now deep, vaginal cleft. She felt humiliated at
having to suffer this unwanted touch, of someone she didn't want touching her in her
most private place, but the combination of a warm finger and the feel of her wet
panties made her ache to be touched more lovingly.
This felt so good, if only Steve were here. Without realizing it,
she let out another soft moan. Why couldn't Steve be doing this to me, she thought, why
is he never here? Billy took her moan to mean she was enjoying his
ministrations, so he stopped. As much as he enjoyed touching her pussy, he didn't want her
to feel pleasure; he wanted her to feel humiliation.
"I think it's time you showed us everything, Mrs. Myers," said Billy
abruptly as he removed his hand from between her thighs. "You're pretty much
naked anyway." Chloe had to agree. There wasn’t much left of her modesty at
this point. She closed her eyes again and didn’t utter a protest as she felt
Billy grab the elastic waist band of her panties and slowly draw them down. She
felt a strange sensation as the clinging fabric, which was pressed deep between her
pouting lips, was removed from contact with her vagina. Her crotch that
before felt cold and clammy, now felt warm and tingly. She could feel the warm
breeze blowing across her puffy pussy lips and felt her skin constrict as the water
evaporated.
Billy let her panties rest at mid-thigh. That was as low as they
would go. The waistband was stretched to its maximum and digging into her legs. He
liked it this way. When Billy looked at Playboy or Penthouse, he always liked the
photos of women with their panties half-way off. He thought they looked
incredibly sexy that way. It was kinda’ slutty and kinda demure(is that the
word I'm looking for, he thought) at the same time. Now, he was looking at Mrs.
Myers: her pants down at her knees, her panties at mid-thigh, her bra torn
open, her skin shining, her eyes pleading. Billy was looking at the sexiest woman
he had ever seen. It almost pained him to think about what he had to do next.
Chapter 10
Chloe made it into the house and ran into the bedroom. She
locked the door behind her then wondered why she even bothered.
Theyíve already seen me naked, she thought. Still, the moment of
privacy after such a public humiliation was a big relief. She took a
long deep breath; then, the pain returned. Her hands immediately went
to her crotch. The stinging was unbearable. She thought rubbing it
would ease the pain as it did her nipples, but her crotch was painful
to the touch. She walked to the full length mirror attached to the
bathroom door and pulled up on her pubic mound as delicately as she
could. She noticed that the entire area between her legs was bright
red. "That Shanski kid is a real monster." she said to herself.
"Ouch! Oh, what have you gotten yourself into, kiddo?" Chloe went to
the medicine cabinet and grabbed the aloe lotion she used for
sunburns. She squeezed out a big dollop onto her first two fingers and
smeared the lotion all around her ravaged pussy, paying careful
attention to her still puffy lips. Shanski? Shanski? Why does that
name sound so odd, she wondered. What did he say? He was in my Math
class? That must be it, she decided. Still, something about that name
wasnít quite right.
"Wow. I mean, WOW!" Wade repeated over and over again.
"Is that all you can say, Wade?" asked Billy with a huge smile.
"Wow," said Wade. The three boys continued to sit silently on
the deck, doing nothing but wallowing in their own wicked thoughts.
"I say we fuck her right now," said Joe finally. "Forget about
seeing a movie."
"But, I really wanna see Star Wars," said Wade genuinely
disappointed.
"Forget about Star Wars!" Joe was flabbergasted. "Whatís more
important? Getting laid by a babe like Mrs. Myers or seeing a movie
youíve already seen 3 times?" asked Joe in disbelief. "Star Wars
sucked anyway."
"Star Wars didnít suck!" said Wade indignantly. "Only Jar Jar
sucked."
"Iím gonna have to go with Wade on this one," chimed Billy.
"Ha! I told you," said Wade. "Star Wars rocks!"
"Iím not talking about Star Wars, Wade."
"Oh."
"I agree with you in that we should see a movie instead of
fucking Mrs. Myers right now." Billy had that same thoughtful look on
his face that Joe had come to know all too well. This was the look of
someone thinking ahead, of giving up something now for the sake of
something better later. Joe hated that look.
"What are you getting at?" Joe asked halfheartedly, knowing
that the answer would make too much goddam sense!
"First of all, if we go into her room right now with our dicks
swinginí she might get spooked and call the whole thing off. We need
to let her know we mean business, but ease her into itó-wear her down a
bit before we un-cage the snakes." Once again, Joe had to admit that
Billy was right.
"And another thing," Billy continued, "We donít know when Mr.
Myers is coming home. Its 4:30 already. What if he comes home when
weíre bonking her?"
"He wonít come home ëtil real late," said Joe eagerly, seeing
an opening. "Iím sure of that."
"No, its too risky. With your luck, Joe, today will be the day
he comes home early to repaint the house. We need to make sure of him;
he could be tricky. And, I donít know about you guys," Billy paused
for effect, "but when I go into action, Iím goiní for at least two,
three hours."
"Wow," said Joe and Wade in unison.
"Wade, go hurry up Mrs. Myers," Billy said proudly.
Chloe felt the stinging ease a bit as she let the soothing
lotion work its magic on her skin. Ahhh. I just might make it after
all, she thought. She put some lotion on her aching nipples and sighed
again with relief. She was shaken out of her reverie when she heard
loud banging on her door.
"Hey, Mrs. Myers. Hurry up in there!" someone shouted. Chloe
instinctively grabbed a towel and covered her front. After a short
pause, there came a soft voice, "Um, Mrs. Myers . . . Can I come in?"
Chloe just stood there, staring at her own puzzled reflection. She
didnít quite know how to answer.
"Uh . . . no . . . thatís o.k. Iíll be out in a second.
Thanks anyway," she said cheerily.
"Oh. O.k. then. See ya in a bit," and Chloe heard heavy
footsteps walking away. That had to be Wade, she thought.
Chloe went into the bathroom and fished around in the
wastebasket looking for the lingerie she had on the day she was forced
to strip. She took it out and looked at it longingly. "Oh, you had
such good intentions," she said to herself. She carefully stepped into
the tiny thong panties and gently pulled them up. She spread her legs
slightly and squatted down a bit. She grabbed the panties with one
hand in front and one hand in back and gently placed the thin material
against her sensitive crotch. She was careful not to let the material
rub her irritated skin. Next she grabbed the waistband at her sides
and brought them up over her hips. She unconsciously did a quick squat
and a wriggle of her butt to get the thong in position. "Ouch! I
shouldnít have done that." The material was very narrow between the
legs and, once settled in place, only covered her inner lips. Her
outer lips spilled out over the sides and rubbed against the lacy
material. Again, she wished she had never worn such skimpy underwear.
Next, Chloe latched her bra around her ribs, spun it around, and gently
placed the cups onto her tender nipples. With one hand, she held a cup
in place and worked an arm under a strap, then repeated the procedure
on the other side. This time, however, Chloe was grateful the bra was
so small. The tight fit meant her breasts were held firmly in place
and didnít allow the material to rub against her sore nipples. Thank
god for small miracles, she thought, or is that small miracle bras?
She allowed herself a disgusted laugh. "Your losing it," she said out
loud.
Chloe carefully walked back to the bedroom and looked for the
bag Billy gave her. She picked it up but didnít want to look inside.
She was afraid of what it might contain. She slowly loosened the
drawstring and peeked inside. "OH MIGOD!" she said with a gasp when
she finally recognized what it was. Thereís no way I can wear that.
She tore open the bag and threw the contents on the bed. Out popped a
tiny red and white sweater with a large "NJHS" patch sewn in front and
a matching red and white pleated skirt. It was a cheerleading
uniform! A very small one! It was the cheerleading uniform her Junior
High school students wore. I canít wear that, she thought, I canít be
seen wearing that. Then she realized she had no choice. She picked up
the skirt and stepped into it. She had trouble pulling it over her
hips, but, unfortunately, was successful. The waistband was very small
and wasnít elastic. Chloe had to pull them up high over her hips,
right to the narrowest part of her waist, in order to get it clasped
and zipped up. The hem of the skirt was short to begin with but with
it pulled up high as it was, there was very little covering her pussy
and ass. It barely fell and inch below her crotch. In the back, her
full ass cheeks were pushing the white hem outward. Anyone could
easily see up her skirt if she leaned forward even the slightest bit.
Chloe put on the matching sweater and came to the same conclusion as
the skirt: It was too small, way too small! The sweater fit like a
second skin. The sleeves came up to the middle of her forearm, and the
bottom of the sweater, which would normally be just above a Jr. High
girlís waist, barely covered her boobs, Her entire midriff was exposed.
Her large breasts filled every other part of the tiny sweater, and when
she lifted her arms even a little, the bottoms of her globes would
appear. She went to the mirror and was mesmerized at the sight. There
is no way Iím leaving this room dressed like thisóalthough, if Steve
were out there . . . .
Again, a knock on the door shook her from her mental
wandering. Someone jiggled the doorknob.
"Get this door open, NOW!" came a shout from the other side.
Chloe knew it had to be Billy, and he sounded really upset. She was
suddenly very scared and didnít want to open the door.
"Mrs. Myers. Open this door. Iím gonna count to three. One .
. . two . . . " Chloe opened the door.
"Never, ever, lock your . . . " His words stuck in his throat
when he saw the vision standing before him. He was looking at the
hottest cheerleader ever. Knowing that the guys were waiting, he took
one last long look, starting at her bare feet and moving up to her
knees, thighs, skirt, stomach, chest, and finally, her lovely face
where they made eye contact.
"Follow me," he said.
Chloe followed Billy back out onto the deck where Joe and Wade
were anxiously awaiting. When they saw her, they had the same reaction
Billy had. They were awe-struck. Joe recognized the uniform as the
one belonging to her sister when she was in Junior High--two years ago.
"I think Mrs. Myers needs to be punished," said Billy. Chloeís
eyes grew wide with fright.
"Why? For what?" she wailed.
"One, youíre talking now when we didnít give you permission,"
Billy said casually. "Two, you kept us waiting ëcause you were dinkiní
around getting dressed; and, three, because you locked youíre door
without permission." Chloe wanted to say something in her defense, but
thought better of it.
"But right now, weíre hungry. Youíll be punished later."
Chloe felt much relief.
"Go do something with youíre hair, and put on some make-up,"
said Billy. "You look awful." Chloe wanted to cry. She had never
heard such hurtful words. "Get your car keys and meet us at your car
in five minutes. Donít make us wait," Billy said in a slow deliberate
tone.
"And put on those white, high-heeled shoes, too. You know the
ones," added Joe.
"Hey, nice touch, Joe," commented Billy. Billy was beginning
to worry about Joe.
Chapter 12
Chloe pulled out of the McDonald’s parking lot, painfully aware
that she was topless, and headed for home. Several drivers of the cars
coming in did a double take when they noticed the incredible beauty
without a top. Chloe decided to drive with one hand while covering her
breasts as best she could with the other.
The boys, meanwhile, hungrily devoured the food. Chloe did not
have any and wasn’t offered any. She was starving. She could hear her
stomach rumbling and the smell of burgers and fries made it worse. She
didn’t know what to do. They must have forgotten about me, she
thought, but wondered how in the world they could. I’m the topless
cheerleader in the front! Remember me?, her mind screamed.
"Hey," said Billy between mouthfuls.
Chloe felt relieved. At last they’re gonna give me some food—-
food I paid for with my pride.
"You’re going the wrong way."
Chloe was astounded. "Pardon me," she said in disbelief.
"You’re going the wrong way," Billy repeated as he took another
big bite. "We’re going into town to see a movie."
"Star Wars!" added Wade with his mouth full of fries.
"Aww man, can’t we see something else," asked Joe as he shook
his head and rolled his eyes. "What about that Blair Bitch Project?
What about The Lion King? Anything is better than Star Wars. I’d
rather watch fungus grow than sit through that crap again. . . ."
Billy let Joe rant as he thought for a moment. Star Wars is
the longest movie playing right now, he concluded. That’s the one they
would see. "We’re going into town to see Star Wars," Billy said
sternly as he took another bite.
"Yessss!" said Wade. He took a long happy draw from his soda.
Chloe wanted to cry. She was so hungry and they weren’t giving
her any. They never had any intention of giving her any. Maybe if I
let them feel me up I could get a hamburger? What are you thinking?!,
she scolded herself. Get a grip, have some dignity. Then she looked
down and was reminded she was driving around topless with three boys.
Chloe’s mind started churning as she tried to ignore her
hunger. They know I don’t have any money, but they still want me to go
to a movie right now? No way. They can’t possibly expect me to go
through that again. "Um . . . Mr. May." Chloe decided to test her
luck. "I need to go home to get my purse. Can we stop there first?"
She hated the way she sounded so weak and pathetic.
She called me ‘Mr. May!’ thought Billy. He was in heaven.
First she called me ‘Sir’ and now she called me ‘Mr. May!’ Billy
cleared his throat. "I don’t think so, Mrs. Myers," he said trying to
sound mature, "We don’t want to be late for the mov . . . er, Star
Wars, but I think I know of a way to get tickets." They all started
giggling. Chloe was horrified as she turned the car around, trying as
best she could to turn the wheel with one hand. They were headed
downtown.
Luckily, it was getting dark. Even with the window rolled
down-—Joe wouldn’t let her roll it up—-it was hard for the other
drivers to see inside. Chloe managed to drive all the way to the
megaplex without attracting any attention, much to Joe’s chagrin, but
she was terribly cold. The wind blowing on her naked chest caused her
nipples to stick out and her aureoles to pucker. She was shivering as
she pulled into the parking lot.
"Give her the sweater," said Billy.
"No way," said Joe, "I like looking at her tits."
"I do too, but lets be smart about this . . . " Billy gave him
that knowing look.
"Oh, o.k." Joe reluctantly handed the sweater to Mrs. Myers.
Chloe never thought she would ever enjoy putting on the crude garment
as much as she did right now. She would finally be able to cover her
nakedness and get a little warmth. She quickly pulled on the sweater
and instantly felt better. She only hoped her nipples would deflate.
They were harder than they had ever been and were straining mightily
against the tight sweater. God, I wish I had my bra, she thought.
"Let’s go," said Wade impatiently, "its about to start!"
Chloe did not want to go. She felt secure in the confines of
the car. She realized that she hadn’t had to leave the car (totally)
since they left the house. Now she would have to walk through the
crowded parking lot and into the giant megaplex in her tiny
cheerleading uniform. It barely covers my pussy! she remembered. The
three boys were standing outside waiting for her. With dread, she
grabbed her hat and opened the door. Joe, Billy, and Wade stared as
one incredibly long leg, and then another, emerged from the car. Chloe
immediately pulled at the hem of her skirt as she stepped out for the
first time into full public view.
Chloe pulled her hat down low trying to cover her face from the
stares of all the people ogling her. The lot was overflowing with
people. The walk to the ticket counter seemed to take forever. She
constantly pulled at the hem of her skirt, first in front, then in
back, then in front again. It was an ongoing struggle to maintain her
modesty. It was a losing fight. She looked around and noticed that
everyone, men, women, boys, girls, moms, dads, kids, were all looking
at her. What they saw was an incredible blonde packed into a tiny
cheerleading uniform surrounded by three beaming boys. Some wondered
what kind of a Jr. High girl could have such a fantastic body. Some
wondered what kind of a slut would be seen wearing such a degrading
outfit. "She’s even wearing high heels, the whore, and she doesn’t
even have a bra!"
They finally made it to the counter and stood in line behind a
short fat woman and her two kids. The little boy was trying to look up
her skirt and the other, younger, little girl was tugging at her mom’s
sleeve.
"Mommy," said the little girl, "what’s NJHS?" Chloe felt sick.
"I think it stands for Northview Jr. High," said the mom
turning around. Then she noticed Chloe. Her eyes went wide and she
blinked several times. She looked at Chloe again from head to toe,
trying to comprehend.
"Let’s go, kids," she said while hurriedly pulling them out of
line. "We’ll see the Lion King some other time." She gave Chloe a
disgusted sneer.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself," said the mom curtly.
Chloe blushed in agony—-she was.
The staring and snickering continued while they made their way
through the que, but Chloe stopped noticing. She was terrified at how
they were going to get tickets. She couldn’t endure a repeat of the
McDonald’s experience—-not here, not in front of all these people! Her
heart beat faster as they got closer to the window. Eventually, the
couple in front got their tickets and Chloe and the boys were next.
They could barely contain their enthusiasm—-the boys that is.
"Hi, how can I help you?" said the ticket clerk. At the exact
same instant, the boys’ expressions changed from giddy anticipation to
dejection while Chloe’s went from dread to elation. The ticket clerk
was a girl!
"This rots!" said Joe. Billy and Wade agreed. No one ever
thought of this possibility.
"I beg your pardon," said a puzzled ticket clerk.
"You’re a girl!" said Wade as if this explained everything.
Billy began to think.
"Thank you for noticing," said the young woman. She didn’t see
Chloe because (Chloe observed) she was captivated by Wade. The ticket
girl saw his broad shoulders and clear gray eyes and couldn’t take her
eyes off him. "Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked coyly as
she giggled.
"What’s your problem?" asked Wade with a frown. Then he turned
to Billy, "What’s her problem?"
Billy didn’t answer. He was trying to think of something,
anything. Maybe she’s a dike? No, don’t be an idiot. Maybe we could
get Wade to take off HIS shirt? No, what’s the point in that. Billy
continued to run through the possibilities when he heard a voice.
"What seems to be the hold-up, Miss Winters?" It was a man’s
voice! It was the voice of an angel. Billy looked up and saw a middle-
aged man with a dark blue blazer leaning over the shoulder of the
(kinda’ cute) ticket girl. He noticed the man was staring at Mrs.
Myers’ nipples. He knew he had another easy mark.
"We seem to have run into a problem, Bob," said Billy noticing
the name tag. "Can I call you Bob?" Joe then noticed the name tag too
and marveled at how Billy could think so fast.
The manager finally tore his attention away from the stunning
cheerleader. "Uh . . . yeah. You can call me Bob. What’s the
problem?"
"We don’t have any money, but we really want to see a movie."
"Star Wars," added Wade.
"Shut up, Wade," said Billy not too quietly. "I’m working
here."
The ticket girl didn’t like the way this punk was talking to
her cute boy. "I guess you’re shit-outta-luck, then," she said tersely
trying to stick up for her man. "But I have a free pass for this
guy." She pushed the pass through the cut-out in the glass toward Wade.
"Cool!" said Wade as he grabbed the pass.
"Where’s mine?" wailed Joe. He was genuinely upset.
"I guess you’re shit-outta-luck too," said the ticket girl.
Then she noticed Chloe. "Maybe you and the punk here can go play with
the cheerleader."
Hmmm. Not a bad idea, thought Joe. Not a good idea, thought
Chloe.
Billy gave it no thought. He continued, "I was wondering, Bob,
if we might work something out," and his eyes darted back and forth
toward Mrs. Myers. She didn’t notice because her head was down, but
Bob did.
"I don’t know," he said slowly. "Why don’t you come into my
office and we can . . . discuss it."
Chloe was mortified.
The four of them walked into the lobby and followed the
slightly overweight, balding man into a side door. The office was
small and cluttered. There were movie posters and papers strewn all
over the place. There were no chairs except for the one behind a small
desk which was barely visible under stacks of paper and a computer.
Joe started unrolling posters to movies he hadn’t even heard of yet.
"Hey, don’t touch those, kid. We need those," said Bob as he
grabbed the posters out of Joe’s hands and threw them in a corner.
That done, Bob leaned against his desk and got to the matter at hand.
"What do you have in mind we do about our little problem?" he said to
Billy.
"I don’t know," answered Billy, trying to be coy. "Let me talk
to my friend here." He grabbed Mrs. Myers and started whispering in
her ear. Her eyes went wide and she started shaking her head. Billy
persisted and began gesturing with his hands. Joe, Wade, and Bob
watched intently. They couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but
they all could guess at what was being said—-except Wade, of course, he
really wondered what they were talking about. They spoke for a long
time, but Bob didn’t mind. He was getting an erection as he took in
the sight of the beautiful cheerleader. Finally, Billy and Mrs. Myers
ended their conversation. Mrs. Myers was white with fear.
Chloe slowly shuffled in front of the manager with her arms
clutching her sides. She let out a small sniffle. "Can I pay you,"
she began in a soft, barely audible, voice, "with my . . . panties?"
The manager could not believe what he just heard. He hadn’t
known what to expect. The possibility of fucking her had crossed his
mind, but this was good enough. Nothing like this ever happened to him
and he wasn’t about to let it pass.
"Go ahead, Mrs. Myers. Show Bob you’re serious," prodded
Billy. Chloe slowly reached for the bottom of her sweater and peeled
them up over her large globes. She felt totally humiliated as her
naked breasts were inches from Bob’s face. He stared at them in
wonder. Chloe closed her eyes.
"Do we have a deal?" asked Billy. Bob didn’t answer. He
couldn’t do anything but stare. "Mrs. Myers, would you repeat the
offer?" Billy said. "I think Bob is a little . . . distracted."
Chloe dreaded the thought of having to repeat what she just
said. It was hard enough the first time. It made her feel like a
whore, a prostitute, picking up a john. She swallowed hard and said
again softly, "Can I pay you with my panties?" She felt like a total
slut.
Bob was still preoccupied with her breasts. He reached out
with both hands and squeezed them hard. Why do all men do that?, she
wondered. That’s always the first thing they do when they see
breasts. Bob lifted one breast while squeezing the other, and then
switched. The sight was almost comical as Chloe’s breasts were
alternately lifted and squeezed, lifted and squeezed. Bob, it seemed,
would have been content to do this forever. What a loser, thought
Billy. What a loser, thought Chloe. The McDonald’s kid had more
sophistication than this chump. He disgusted her and she wanted
nothing more to do with him. He doesn’t deserve to touch me, thought
Chloe.
Such a realization only added to her humiliation when she heard
Bob say, "Its a deal. Let’s have the panties," while still juggling
her boobs. Chloe wanted to die. She couldn’t go through with what
Billy had told her to do next—-especially not with this man.
"Go on, Mrs. Myers," Billy said. "A deals a deal." Chloe bit
her lip and gathered her strength. She stepped back from Bob about a
foot, thankfully releasing her breasts from his clumsy clutches, and
grabbed the front of her impossibly short skirt. She gradually lifted
it up, flashing her thong covered pussy to the despicable theater
manager.
"Will you help me . . . take off my panties?" Chloe asked in
whisper. Her face was crimson and she could not bear to look at the
man she was asking to strip her.
Bob’s eyes grew wider, if that was possible, and his jaw
dropped. The beautiful woman in front of him (or is she a girl?--no
matter) had her sweater bunched over her breasts, was flashing her
crotch, and asking him to take off her panties! He couldn’t believe
it. He saw how incredibly smooth and tan her skin was, how femininely
her hips flared out, how wonderfully white and tiny her panties were,
and thought this was the greatest day of his 41 years of life. But,
like a 14 year old, he was paralyzed with fear.
"Um, Bob," Billy interrupted. He was quickly losing patience
with this loser. "The movie’s about to start. Can we get on with
this?" Chloe was still standing there, topless, lifting up her skirt,
waiting for Bob to do something.
"Oh yeah," said Bob trying to sound casual, "I’ll be glad to
help you with your panties, young lady."
I’ll bet, thought Chloe. Bob reached out and tried to grab the
sides of her panties with his clumsy fingers. He had a hard time
getting his thumb under the tight elastic. A couple times, he
inadvertently pinched the skin, causing Chloe to wince in pain.
Ultimately, he managed. He took a deep breath and started to pull
down. His heart was pounding fast as he continued to ease the panties
down slowly, working the elastic over Chloe’s firm hips and round ass.
Chloe could do nothing to stop this man from seeing her pussy. All she
could do was hold up her skirt and let him do it. She choked back her
mounting disgust, and bemoaned her situation.
Bob could now see the white bikini area of her tan line, the
part of her body that’s always covered, even when she sunbathed. He
pulled down some more and marveled at the sight of her pubic hair. It
was light brown, almost blonde. It looked fuzzy and not at all
course. Maybe she is just a girl, he thought. Oh well. He continued
to pull down until her entire pubic mound was exposed. He could just
make out the top of her slit as it peeked out from between her thighs.
He wanted her to spread her legs so he could get a good look at her
pussy. Chloe knew this and held her legs tight, gripping the crotch of
the panty against her vagina.
"Why don’t you spread your legs so he can get a good look at
your pussy," said Joe. Chloe was really getting tired of Joe’s
suggestions. But, she did as she was told and spread her legs
slightly. The crotch of her thong was released from the clutches of
her thighs and sprung to mid-thigh where Bob swiftly dragged them all
the way down to her ankles.
Bob bent over and picked up the panties as Chloe stepped out of
them. Without remembering where he was, he sniffed the panties while
he stared longingly at the cheerleader’s fully exposed slit. Chloe
shuddered in disgust. Bob took another big whiff and smelled the
wonderful fragrance of the white thong, imagining where they had just
been. It smelled like perfume and a little like suntan lotion. There
was no hint of the musky odor he sought. She must be a perfect angel,
he thought.
"We’re gonna go now," said Billy breaking his reverie. Chloe
quickly dropped the hem of her skirt. Bob came back to reality and
looked up to see the three boys and the cheerleader watching him sniff
the panties. He became red with embarrassment.
"Uh, o.k." he stammered. "Go see any movie you want and tell
the usher to call my extension when they ask for your tickets."
With that the four walked out of Bob’s office and, hopefully,
out of his life.
Chapter 13
Chloe and the boys made it into the quarter-filled theater and
found some seats near the back. The movie had already started. To
Chloe’s dismay, the ticket taker didn’t even ask for their tickets and
just let them right in. She had been humiliated for nothing. Still,
Chloe was looking forward to the movie, not because she wanted to see
Star Wars, but because she could get at least two hours of relief from
her public torment. She was totally naked under her tiny outfit. The
last thing she wanted was to walk around. All she wanted was to hide
in the dark.
"Damn it. We missed the first ten minutes," said Wade.
"Hey Wade, why don’t you switch with Joe so you’re sitting next
to Mrs. Myers," said Billy. Billy was already sitting on the other
side of Mrs. Myers.
"What’s the big deal?" asked Wade from clear on the other side
of Joe. "I can see better over here."
"Wade," Billy answered. "We’re at a movie. Do you know what
people do at a movie?" Wade had no idea. Chloe had every idea. She
held her breath.
"They watch a movie," said Wade. Yesss, thought Chloe.
"They do more than that," said Billy with a smirk. "You know,
its dark, you’re with a girl . . . You know what happens next." Billy
gave him a wink and a nod.
"No. No I don’t," Wade said shaking his head. "What happens
next?"
Billy lost his patience. "They make out, you nitwit! God!
Now switch with Joe!"
"Shhhhhh!" came a voice from behind.
"No way!" Joe shouted, but Wade was already on his feet waiting
for Joe to move. There were more ‘shhhh’s’ and a couple of ‘sit
down’s’ from the audience.
"I’m sitting next to Mrs. Myers," Joe whispered forcefully.
"You could have," said Billy, "but you pulled that little stunt
this morning with the Fed Ex package. You owe us remember?"
Joe was heartbroken. "Can’t we take turns?" he pleaded.
"No!" said Wade as he picked Joe up out of the chair and sat in
his seat. He looked at Mrs. Myers and gave her a big grin. Chloe
could not believe this was happening.
Chloe sat perfectly still with Wade to her left and Billy her
right. No one moved for 15 minutes—-except Joe; he kept trying to see
if he was missing out on anything. The situation was too awkward and
neither Billy nor Wade knew how to begin. Chloe hoped they would never
figure it out. She sat staring at the screen without really seeing it,
not wanting to do anything to incite an advance. After a while, Wade
became engrossed in the movie.
Billy, however, was restless. He couldn’t take much more of
this. Mrs. Myers hadn’t moved an inch. He had to do something. He
surreptitiously reached out with his left hand and touched her knee.
Chloe flinched. Its really gonna happen, she thought. She
didn’t know what to do. She wanted to slap his hand away like she had
done to many a young suitor before Steve, but this was different; there
would be reprisal. So, Chloe did nothing and remained perfectly still.
Billy noticed that Mrs. Myers didn’t stop him. In fact, he
concluded, she hadn’t stopped anything that I’ve done. I can pretty
much do whatever I want with her. He felt emboldened. While still
looking at the screen, he slowly moved his hand along the top of her
thigh. He gave it a little squeeze. She felt so smooth, so firm, so
wonderful. When he tried to feel the inside of her thigh, he noticed
her legs were pressed tightly together. This would not do. He gently
leaned over and whispered into her ear, "Spread your legs, Mrs. Myers."
Chloe froze. He wants me to spread my legs for him? She
looked over and saw the insistent look on his face. She had no choice;
she had to obey. She turned back to the screen and slowly parted her
legs. She felt his hand moving to the inside of her thigh as her legs
spread apart. "More," he said. Don’t only tramps do this?, she
thought as she spread her legs wider. Then she felt the hand make its
way toward her pantyless crotch. His hand feels so warm, she noticed,
especially against her uncovered leg. Why do they turn the air
conditioning up so high in these places? I’m gonna have to have a word
with the manager. She thought about that for a second—-maybe not.
Billy managed to reach the hem of her skirt. He looked up and
saw Mrs. Myers watching the movie as if nothing were going on. She
must not feel my hand, he thought. Then he noticed she was breathing
heavier. A slight grin came to his face as he made his way toward the
ultimate goal.
Chloe looked down with just her eyes and saw Billy’s hand
disappear under her skirt. Almost immediately, she felt his hand on
her pubic hair. She closed her eyes as he felt all around her patch of
fur. She could feel him stroking it and petting it. He then touched
her hair with the back of his hand and then with only the tips of his
fingers. He made tiny circles with his index finger and traced the
edge of her triangular hair line. Then with all five fingers, he
gently scratched her muff. Chloe let out a soft moan. How does he
know to do that?, she wondered. The light scratching felt so good.
Chloe didn’t want to, but she was enjoying the touch. For the past
month, no one had really touched her down there--except herself.
That’s not quite the same as having someone else touch you. It never
is.
Billy saw Mrs. Myers tilt her head back slightly and moan. The
profile view of her jutting jaw and delicate neckline, as well as her
flushed face, and the sight of her heaving chest gave him an incredible
rush. I must be doing something right, he thought. He continued
gently scratching her pubic hair the way he scratched his dog’s belly.
He couldn’t believe he could actually make her feel this way, that he
could give pleasure and control how she felt. He felt powerful. He
wanted more.
The petting stopped and Chloe felt the fingers make its way
further down between her legs to her most private place. She felt his
fingers trace the outer edges of her mound along the crease where pussy
met thigh. She could feel by his touch that all the aloe lotion had
been absorbed into her skin. His fingers were rough. He continued to
stroke along her outer lips for a deliciously long time, long enough
for Chloe’s clit to emerge.
As Billy made his way to the top of her mound, he felt
something he hadn’t felt before. He made another circle with his
finger the way Mrs. Myers seemed to like and felt it again—-there!,
right in the middle. It was longer this time, much longer. Is this
her clitty?! Billy was beside himself with excitement. He twirled the
nub around with his middle finger. It felt like Mrs. Myers nipples
when they got erect, only this one was slick and slimy. He grabbed it
with his thumb and forefinger and rubbed it gently. Mrs. Myers
shivered and clenched the armrests till her knuckles turned white.
Billy kept rolling her clitty with his fingers, delighting at the sight
of Mrs. Myers squirming in her seat.
Chloe tried to fight the incredible sensations radiating from
her clit. This is wrong, her mind screamed. He’s just a boy. Oh, but
this boy knows just where to touch me. Another shiver went through her
body as the boy again twirled the sensitive nub around his finger. She
was lost in a haze of pleasure. Despite her struggles to resist, her
body gave in. She could feel her inner lips swell and begin to part.
Instinctively, Billy moved his fingers away from Mrs. Myers’
clit and started running it up and down her opening. He cupped her
mound with the palm of his hand and worked his middle finger along the
entire length of her slit. He started at the very bottom, where her
pussy touched the seat, and worked all the way up to the top, where he
gave her clit another twirl. He was surprised at how slick her pussy
was. His finger slid easily along the engorged inner lips, which just
a moment ago were hidden. Billy was amazed at the mysteries of Mrs.
Myers’ fantastic body. He had to have more. He gently pulled on each
of her inner lips, first one, then the other, then very slowly inserted
his middle finger.
"Ohhhhhhhhh." Chloe let out a long audible groan. She felt
the finger slide easily into her juicy cunt. There was no irritation,
just the wonderful feeling of being filled. He was inside her. This
was different than when Billy first entered her after spraying her with
the hose. This time, she was wet on the inside.
Meanwhile, Wade was oblivious to what was going on right beside
him. He was watching the movie intently. Joe, too, got caught up in
the pad race when nothing seemed to be happening with Mrs. Myers. Then
he heard Mrs. Myers moan and glanced over to see what was going on. He
had to do a double take. What he saw was Mrs. Myers with her head
thrown back and her mouth open. Her large breasts were heaving up and
down. Her eyes were closed and her face was flush. Her skirt was
bunched up around her stomach and there was a hand undulating against
her crotch.
"Hey, Wade," Joe gave Wade a nudge with his elbow. Wade
brushed it off. Joe nudged him again.
"Knock it off, Joe! This is the best part." Wade never took
his eyes off the screen. Joe gave him another nudge.
"Wade, look to your right. I mean it!" said Joe under his
breath.
Wade gave up on watching the movie and finally regarded Joe.
"What is it, you geek? You ruined the best part."
"Look to your right," Joe said while pointing.
With a frown, Wade looked to his right and did the same double
take Joe did earlier. He was amazed at the scene before him. All he
could do was stare. Then he saw a hand slowly reach across his body
from his left yearning to touch a protruding breast. Wade realized it
wasn’t his and slapped it away.
"Ow!" said Joe as he pulled his hand back. "I was almost
there."
After a few more minutes with his jaw agape, Wade finally
followed Joe’s ‘suggestion’ and reached over and grabbed Mrs. Myers’
breast.
Chloe felt a new sensation. In addition to the wonderful hand
on her pussy there was now one on her chest . . . and, then, one on her
left leg. She didn’t open her eyes; she was afraid of what she would
see. She again had that wonderful feeling of being touched by a
thousand hands. She felt a large hand practically engulf a breast,
give it a firm squeeze, then move on to the other and do the same
thing. It was a little rough, but felt oh so good. The heavy forearm
that brushed her jaw only added to the overwhelming stimulation. She
forgot where she was, who she was even, and let herself go. She purred.
Next, she felt the hand release her breast and slide to her
midriff, never losing contact with her body. It felt hot like the one
in her crotch. The large hand worked its way under the hem of her
sweater just below her left breast. Chloe felt the rough heat on the
underside of her globe. Then she felt it move toward her hard nipple.
She was unaware that her sweater was being lifted as the hand made its
way up. Chloe was lost in a sea of tactile delight. She didn’t
realize that her left breast was now fully exposed.
Billy glanced to his left and saw Wade fondling Mrs. Myers’
naked breast. Now that he wasn’t alone, he decided to forget about
being discrete. He turned sideways in his chair and determined to give
Mrs. Myers his full attention. With his left hand still working in and
out of her wet cunt, he gently stroked her thigh with his right.
Without missing a beat, he switched hands and inserting a new finger
into her tight slot. He lifted the hand that was once inside Mrs.
Myers and saw that his fingers glistened in the flickering light of the
laser fight flashing across the screen. He looked at it for a long
time, not knowing what to do, forgetting that the middle finger of his
right hand remained inside Mrs. Myers.
Chloe was on the verge of a tremendous orgasm when she noticed
that the hand between her legs stopped moving. Then she felt something
cold, wet, and sticky touch the nape of her neck. The strange touch
and the cessation of stimulation startled her just enough to free her
from her trance. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She
was appalled at what she saw! To her right, Billy had managed to lift
up her skirt and play with her pussy, while his left hand stroked the
back of her neck. On the other side, Wade was running his hand up and
down her thigh; her left breast was exposed and Wade was rubbing his
palm in circles over the erect nipple. Chloe shook from the
realization of where she was and what was happening. A wave of
embarrassment descended upon her like a wet blanket. She was even more
horrified when she noticed the three little boys peering over the back
of the seat in front of her, staring at her naked body. Six big,
white, unblinking eyes gazed upon her nasty display of flesh. Chloe
quickly swatted away the various hands and pulled down her sweater and
skirt. She never felt more ashamed of herself. She got up and ran out
of the theater, stumbling in her high heels. Wade, Billy, and one of
the three little boys in front—-it happened to be Joe—-got up to follow
her out.
Chloe ran into the bathroom and barged into a stall, locking it
behind her. She leaned against the door and tried to calm down. "How
could you let them do that to you?" she asked herself. She was
overcome with shame. How could you enjoy it?, she wondered next. She
rolled out a wad of toilet paper and reached under her skirt. She
dabbed at the humiliating wetness coating the inside of her thighs.
She threw the wad in the toilet, got some more paper, and proceeded to
wipe her pussy. That done, she stepped out of the stall and stood in
front of the sink. She was too embarrassed to look at herself in the
mirror. "Hurry up, Mrs. Myers," she heard from a crack in the door.
How can I go out there and face them?, she thought. Its too
embarrassing. They . . . touched me! Chloe took some napkins, wetted
them down, and wiped the sticky mess off the back of her neck. She
cringed at the thought of what it was. She took some more wet napkins
and wiped her crotch one last time. She straightened her tight sweater
and tiny skirt and with all her strength, walked out.
Chloe emerged to find the three boys waiting right outside the
door. She quickly looked at her feet and pulled down her hat. She
could not look at them.
"Eh hem, now then," Billy said clearing his throat. "The three
of us were talking while you were in the bathroom," Chloe’s heart sank,
"and we decided that the night’s still young." How much worse can this
get?, Chloe wondered.
"Yeah," said Joe. "Since you made us miss the last part of the
movie, we’ll let you make it up to us by taking us to one other place."
"I think you’ll like it," Billy said grinning as he and the
others turned and started walking away. Chloe remained still.
"C’mon, Mrs. Myers," said Billy when he noticed she wasn’t
following. "Its almost 11:45. Times a’wastin’."
Chloe couldn’t stand the suspense any longer. She had to ask.
"Um . . . sirs . . . where are we going?," she asked with deep
trepidation.
The three boys looked at each other, then turned to Mrs. Myers,
and said in unison, "Titty bar!"
Chapter 14
Chloe, Billy, Joe, and Wade stood nervously, one a little more
nervously than the others, inside the windowless foyer of a place
called the Leopard Executive Lounge. After the movie, the boys had
made Chloe drive around looking for strip clubs. As they got deeper
into downtown, there seemed to be one on every corner. They finally
settled on this oneó-only because they thought the neon Leopard looked
ëdopeíó-and now Billy was talking to a rather husky usher with a
goatee. The scene was becoming all too familiar to Chloe: as she stood
by in her degrading outfit, Billy would negotiate their entry. Chloe
knew what the price of admission would be.
"Yeah she is cute," agreed the suspicious 5í6íí, 280 pound
usher, "but I still have to know how old you are."
Billy then grabbed Mrs. Myers and placed her directly in front
of the usher. "Weíre old enough," he said with commendable
confidence. The usher was not amused by the implication.
"I donít have time to play games with you, kid," said the
usher. "Either show me your I.D.ís or get the hell out."
Billy realized that he was in for a tougher task than he
originally thought. It dawned on him that the prospect of seeing a
naked cheerleaderó-even one as beautiful as Mrs. Myersó-may not be so
novel at a strip joint. Nevertheless, he had faith in Mrs. Myersí
ëassetsí and decided to push on. He went behind her and lifted up her
top revealing her luscious breasts. "Letís just say weíre 36, 24, 36
years old," he said with a sly grin. That was remarkably accurate,
thought Chloe.
The usher was taken aback by the sudden display of flesh; he
didnít expect someone to be naked here in the foyer. Furthermore, the
cheerleaderís tits were as fine as any he had seen inside the Lounge.
Still, he was able to maintain a poker face and decided to play it
cool. "I see that all the time, pal. Youíll have to do better than
that."
"Fine," said Billy accepting the challenge. While leaving her
sweater bunched up over her breasts, he reached around to the front of
Mrs. Myersí skirt and lifted the hem. "How about this?"
The fat usher gawked at Chloeís neatly trimmed bush and still
puffy lips peeking out from between her thighs. He certainly did not
expect the cheerleader to be pantyless. He took in the entire sight
and noticed just how pretty her face was. Sheís gorgeous, he thought,
sheíd make a fortune dancing.
Chloe hugged herself around the midriff and tried to fight the
humiliation she was feeling. How many more times do I have to be
naked, she wondered. Just then, the outer door opened and three middle-
aged men in suits burst in. They seemed a little drunk.
"Whoa!" said the first to notice Chloe. "I guess the showís
out here tonight."
Chloe bit her lip and closed her eyes, literally wincing in
pain.
The added company snapped the usherís attention away from the
cheerleaderís incredible body. A barely perceptible frown creased his
forehead as he pondered his next move. "I see that all the time, too,"
he said to Billy as nonchalantly as he could. "You still have to come
up with something better." This was a lie. The lounge was only a
topless bar, as were all the clubs in Springfield, and he had gotten
nowhere near any pussy since he started working there, frustrating the
very reason he applied for a position in the first place.
Billy sensed the weakness in the usherís last remark and
decided to call his bluff. "Well, I guess thatís it then," said Billy,
much to Chloeís relief, "She really wanted to come here but I suppose
weíll have to go somewhere else . . ." Billy dropped the hem and
turned to walk out.
"Aww, come on!" pleaded one of the businessmen behind them.
"Let ëem in," said another.
"At least let the babe in," pleaded the third.
"Iíll even pay the cover," said the first again.
"Yeah," said Joe.
"Come on," chimed Wade.
The usher finally gave in. "Alright, alright! They can come
in. But thatíll be 20 bucks for the four of them," He said to the
businessmen. He would have let them in anywayó-for free, even, if he
could cop a feel.
The oldest looking of the businessmen, the one with gray
temples, pulled out a money clip bulging with bills. He slipped out
two $20ís and handed them to the usher. "Thatís for all seven of us,"
he said while making an overly large gesture with his arm. He
disregarded the attempt at change. "Now let us in."
Billy was genuinely touched by the generosity of the stranger
and admired his charisma. He was prepared to let the usher get a feel
of Mrs. Myers in exchange for the cover charge; now he didnít have to
go through the bullshit. He was feeling magnanimous. Once again, he
pulled Chloe aside and whispered instructions into her ear; once again,
Chloe turned white with fear.
The three businessmen waited with mature patience for the three
boys and the incredible blonde to make their way inside the club. They
were eager to get inside themselves but didnít mind staring at the
wonderful set of boobs standing right in front of them. They could
wait, they decided. Unexpectedly, the blonde turned, still topless,
and walked up to the man who paid the cover and put her arms around his
neck. "Thank you for being so nice," she said softly, and proceeded to
give him a kiss. At first, the man was too shocked to know how to
respond. His arms hung limply by his side. He did notice, however,
that the girl was trembling. Soon, he was getting aroused and knew
what to do. He reached around the girlís slim waist and returned the
kiss just as she was about to pull away. He kissed her passionately
and let his hands roam all over her body. One hand cupped her ass
while the other cupped her breast. He slipped his tongue inside her
mouth and swirled it around. Then he used both hands to squeeze her
firm round ass and pull the cheeks apart. A finger grazed her anus and
she gasped, jerking herself away. She stared at the man in shock, then
quickly looked away.
Chloe felt a mixture of fear and shame. She was disgusted at
what she was told to do, and felt like a whore for having done it. In
front of everybody, she kissed a man she didnít know and let him grope
her body. His hands touched her in all her private places and she
initiated it. Now she had to do the same with the other two. Chloe
walked up to the second man and tentatively put her arms around his
neck. He smelled less like alcohol than the first, and wore better
cologne. In fact, this man smelled rather pleasant. In different
circumstances, she would have found him attractive. While looking into
the knot of his tie, she again said softly, "Thank you for being so
nice." She swallowed hard and, while still avoiding his eyes, lifted
her mouth to meet his. The man very gently, even romantically, touched
her chin and eased her mouth open. He kissed her deeply. His other
hand came up and massaged the back of her neck. This guy knows how to
kiss, thought Chloe. While still locked in a passionate embrace, the
hand on her chin moved down and lightly stroked her nipple. Chloe
moaned. His touch was so soft it was almost a whisper. She expected
his hand to move farther down to her crotch, maybe even wanted it to,
but it did not. Like a gentleman, he released her from their embrace
and cupped her face with both hands. "No, thank you," he said quietly,
and gave her one, final, parting peck on the tip of her nose. Chloe
looked up and stared into the manís eyes. She saw in him . . . warmth.
The third man was growing impatient. It was now his turn, and
he wanted it. He grabbed Chloe by the arm and jerked her away from his
buddy. Before Chloe could utter a sound, the man planted a rough kiss
on her mouth. Chloe tasted the foul stench of cigarettes, booze, and
coffee. This man was repulsive, but she did what she was told, and
mindlessly put her arms around his neck. The man was rough and pressed
his body firmly against hers, sandwiching her against a wall. She
could feel his growing erection against her thigh. His tongue roamed
the inside of her mouth as his hands roamed the outside of her body.
He squeezed a breast and pinched a nipple. Chloe squealed at the
sudden pain but the sound was muffled by the kiss. Then both hands
moved to her ass and began kneading it like firm dough. Her cheeks
were pressed together and pulled apart, squeezed tight and rubbed in
circles. All the while, his mouth never left hers. With a loud smack,
one hand slapped her butt cheek. Chloe let out another muffled
squeal. He pulled the cheek away, and with his other hand, ran his
fingers along her pussy lips. Her eyes went wide in alarm as she tried
to push him away. She was practically being raped! Suddenly, she felt
a finger enter her cunt and another probe her anus. This time she
screamed into the manís mouth. She tried to roll her hips away from
the manís hands but succeeded only in rubbing her crotch against his
bulging erection. She thought she was going to die.
"Hey, thatís enough, Frank," said the second man as he pulled
his friend off the girl.
"Fuck that! Sheís a slut. She wants it," said Frank as he
tried to go back for more.
"No. Thatís enough," said the first man. "Letís go inside and
check out the talent."
Reluctantly, Frank released her from his clutches, leaving
Chloe panting and gasping for breath against the wall. She put her
hands to her face, rubbed her eyes, then pulled her sweater back down
over her breasts. She also remembered to reach behind her and pull
down the hem of her skirt that Frank had tucked into her waistband.
Frank ran his fingers through his hair and straightened his
tie. "Yeah," he said, "thereís a lot more sluts inside." With that,
the three businessmen went in.
Joe, Billy, and Wade stood there mulling over their individual
thoughts. Joe was envious of the three men and a little upset. They
got to do more with Mrs. Myers than he had done. He was upset that
neither he, nor Billy or Wade, was the first to get a kiss from Mrs.
Myers. He yearned to kiss her, to feel her, to have her kiss him.
Most of all, he wanted to fuck her. Billy saw in the three businessmen
something familiar; he saw himself and Joe and Wade in 20 years. He
admired how the first man was taken by surprise but had enough cool to
make the most of the opportunity; how the second man was so confident
and easy with Mrs. Myers that he made her moan with barely a touch; and
finally, how the third man knew what he wanted and took it. Billy
could not decide who of the three he wanted to be. To Wade, the scene
seemed like one out of a movie, one of those on late night cable where
the actors got naked and kissed but never went any further, at least
not on screen anyway. He wanted to see more. He wanted to go inside
the Leopard Executive Lounge.
Once inside, their senses were overwhelmed. They stood just
inside the doorway, unable to move and digest the wonderful scene at
the same time. Chloe, too, was amazed at the spectacle. She had never
been to a strip club either. Loud rock music blared from huge overhead
speakers, strobe lights flashed, neon glinted, and there were naked
women everywhere! There was a woman on stage, on all fours, wriggling
her ass at the audience. There were half-naked women among the crowd
dancing between menís legs. There were cocktail waitresses in thongs
with glitter on their chests. Chloe was astounded at the ease with
which these women handled their nudity. Have they no shame?
"This is the greatest day of our lives," said Joe. No one else
could speak.
"Excuse me," said a man in his early twenties.
"Huh?" said Joe. The others did not notice the tuxedoed man
standing next to Joe.
"I said, can I get you a table?"
"Uh . . . sure?" replied Joe not really confident of his
answer. He managed to get the othersí attention and the three boys and
one blushing woman followed the tuxedo guy to a booth against the back
wall directly opposite the jutting catwalk. They noticed that the
three businessmen from the lobby were sitting right next to the stage,
the way one would saddle up to a bar, and were waving money at the
dancer.
The three boys sat there without speaking, absorbing the
delights of this incredible candy store. This was better than anything
they could have imagined. When a thong clad waitress came to take
their order, they thought they were in heaven.
"Whatíll it be guys?"
"Iíll have a root beer," said Joe.
"And Iíll take a Mountain Dew," Wade followed.
Billy could not believe what he was hearing. He would have to
talk to the fellas about this later. But for now, heíd have to carry
the load of being cool. "Iíll have a . . . vodka martini, and make
that shaken not stirred," he said smugly.
The waitress thought this had to be a joke. "A vodka martini,
a root beer, and a Mountain Dew, huh?" she asked suspiciously. She
stared at the three boys as they nodded briskly in return. "Just how
old are you guys, anyway?"
As usual, Joe and Wade waited for Billy to respond, and, as
usual, he didnít disappoint. "If we werenít old enough," he said with
the same smugness, "would Jake have let us in?"
It had been a long day and the waitress was too tired to
argue. She decided to let it go. "Did you want anything?" she asked
turning to the pretty girl sitting quietly. It seemed strange that
this beautiful woman would be sitting here with these three boys, she
thought. If anything, she should be dancing. Chloe shook her head.
The cocktail waitress turned to get the drinks when her three years of
experience as a waitress kicked in. "Thatíll be $11.95, up front."
Billy was caught off guard, but rallied. He knew the usual
Mrs. Myers ëcurrencyí wouldnít work in this situation. "Joe, give her
twenty bucks," he said calmly. Then he turned to Joe and gave him a
laser stare before he could argue. Joe knew what the look meant. He
reached in his pockets and pulled out all his money. He had a ten and
six singles, each wadded up into a ball, and a bunch of change. After
laying it all out on the table, he scooped it up and placed it on the
waitressís tray. Some of the coins fell on the floor.
"Keep the change," said Joe with a sheepish grin. The waitress
rolled her eyes.
"This is not my day," she said as she walked away shaking her
head.
After the initial shock of seeing so many naked women wore off,
Chloe felt strangely comforted. There were plenty of other women
around so she was no longer the center of every manís lustful
attention, although she did notice the occasional quick glance. She
also wasnít the most scantily cladó-far from it, actuallyó-and her
outfit did not seem all that unusual. The boys had their drinks and
were happily preoccupied. Curiously, Billy seemed to take a liking to
his martini. She sat relaxed for the first time in a long time, and
counted the number of fake boobs: The woman on stage . . . yes. The
cocktail waitress on the left . . . probably. The dancer between the
legs of the truck driver looking guy . . . maybeó-wow, sheís a cutie
too; sheíd look better without the big hair. The dancer waiting off to
the side of the stage . . . definitely! . . .
Suddenly, another man in a tux came up and stood right in front
of their table, totally blocking their view of the stage. He was
bigger than the guy who seated them and had a serious look on his
face. Gigís up, thought Chloe. I guess weíre being booted.
"We have a problem," said the man. The three boys expected the
worst. Chloe was indifferent. "My nameís Tony. Iím the manager of
this place."
"Hi," said Wade.
Tony ignored the salutation. "Seems your little friend here is
causing quite a stir." He pointed at Chloe but looked at Billy. "A
lot of our guests have been asking when sheís going on stage. I tell
them sheís not a dancer here and they get upset. I donít like it when
my guests are upset. Catch my drift?"
Billyís mind started churning and a grin came to his face.
"What do you say we do about it?" he asked devilishly.
"Either she goes on stage, or all aí yuz gonna have to leave.
Some of the girls are getting pissed too."
"Let me think about this for a minute," said Billy.
Chloe was mad. She was infuriated that this man talked to
Billy as if she wasnít even there. They wanted her to go on stage but
they didnít even consult her. Why didnít he ask me, she thought. Iím
just a whore and Billyís my pimp, is that it? Women in this place are
nothing but objects, meat to be bought and sold for the pleasure of
men. She was seething. Hey, wait a minute. Did he just say Iíd have
to go on stage? Chloe felt a kind of fear that touched her soul.
"It seems to me," said Billy, "that itíd be better for you if
she went on stage than to have us leave. Right?"
"Yeah, thatís probably true," said Tony.
"And we would certainly prefer to stay . . . . So, it sounds
to me like its a no-brainer."
"What?" said Wade.
"No, Wade. I wasnít talking to you." Billy said with a
frustrated scowl. He turned back to Tony, "Sheíll just have to go on
stage."
"O.k.," said Tony, "Its a deal. When weíre ready for her, Iíll
send someone to get her."
Chloeís fear intensified.
"Thereís just one small thing we need to discuss, though," said
Billy as he eased himself out of the booth. He and Tony then proceeded
to have a private conversation off to the side. The conversation ended
with the two of them laughing and shaking hands. They seemed to have
hit it off during their private little chat.
"Thatís no problem my man," said Tony with a smile. "Iíll take
care of it."
Chloe was afraid to ask, but knew it had to be bad.
Chapter 15
Fifteen agonizing minutes later, an incredibly stunning
redheaded woman in a skin-tight evening gown walked up to their table.
"Hi, Iím Raven. Iím here to take Miss Chloe Myers backstage to
get ready for her performance."
"Cool," said Joe, and all three of them pointed at Chloeó-as if
Raven couldnít have figured it out. Chloe looked up at the woman and
tried to plead her way out of it with her eyes. Raven stared at the
angelic face tucked under the hat and felt a twinge in her crotch.
This cheerleader was cute!
With wobbly knees, Chloe took Ravenís extended hand and got
up. They made their way hand-in-hand through the throng of men,
eliciting wild hoots and hollers the whole way. They reached the
backstage area and Chloe felt like she was going to throw up.
"I canít do this," she said on the verge of tears. "Iíve never
done anything like this before. I donít know what to do. Thereís all
these men! Theyíll see me naked!" She was babbling incorrigibly.
Raven gave her a comforting hug and stroked the back of her
head like a little baby, "Shhhh, Honey, itíll be o.k. Its always hard
the first time, but its also a rush and you might like it."
"Iím too scared. I donít know if I can move let alone take off
my clothes."
"Donít worry about that. Raven will take care of everything.
You wonít have to do a thing."
Chloe felt better. Does that mean I wonít have to strip,
thought Chloe. Before she could ask, Raven had already started walking
away.
"Now just wait here," she called back. "Iíll be right back,"
she said, and her full, swaying hips disappeared behind a curtain.
Chloe stood there shaking.
A few minutes later, Raven reemerged as a whole different
person. She replaced the tight evening gown she wore earlier with a
conservative blue business suit, complete with slacks and white
blouse. Her hair was up in a bun and she wore glasses. She looked
more like a stock-broker than a stripper.
"After this song is over, weíre up," said Raven.
Then it dawned on Chloe. She wasnít trying to look like a
stock-broker, she was trying to look like a TEACHER! Sheís the teacher
and Iím the cheerleader! I would have to get naked after all, and the
performance was going to be a duet!
"I canít do this," said Chloe again.
"Yes you can," said Raven. "Iíll make sure you have a good
time."
"I donít think so," said Chloe.
"Here, let me put this on you. Itíll be easier." Raven pulled
out a bright red handkerchief and proceeded to blindfold Chloe. It
didnít help. She was still scared to death.
The song ended and a voice came over the loud speaker. Chloeís
heart pounded frantically. "And now," said the booming voice, "the
Leopard Executive Lounge is proud to present . . . The Teacherís
Pet!!!" Chloe heard loud clapping and cheering, then a fast-paced rock
song blared from overhead. Chloe felt the adrenaline rush as Raven
took her hand and led her, presumably, on stage. She took three more
steps and was greeted by thunderous applause.
Billy, Joe, and Wade couldnít stand the anticipation. They
were going to see their beautiful 8th grade teacher do a striptease.
This was beyond their wildest dreams. They had waited thirty minutes
for this moment; it may as well have been a lifetime. Finally, a
blindfolded Mrs. Myers was dragged on stage by a conservatively dressed
redhead. Was that Raven? All eyes soon turned to the trembling
cheerleader. The music pulsed and Raven walked to the beat,
exaggerating her side to side movements. She brought Mrs. Myers three
fourths of the way to the end of the stage where there stood a pole.
She positioned Mrs. Myers in front of it and circled her twice while
dancing seductively. Every once in a while she would rub her chest on
Mrs. Myers body much to the delight of the audience.
Chloe did not know what was going on but was extremely grateful
for the blindfold. It was a lifesaver. She sensed that Raven was
dancing around her and rubbing her body up against her, but it was
somehow easier to take with the blindfold on. This way, she couldnít
see the audience and wouldnít have to bear the shameful weight of their
stare. She felt less like a participant in this degrading act and
could thus maintain some semblance of dignity, at least in her mind,
anyway.
The boys watched spellbound as Raven grabbed Mrs. Myersí arms
and brought them over her head, further accentuating their 8th grade
teacherís incredible breasts. Deftly, Raven locked Mrs. Myersí wrists
in a set of handcuffs that were attached high up on the pole by an O-
ring. All the while, Raven never stopped swaying her tantalizing round
ass.
Before she knew it, Chloe could not move her arms. She tried
to pull them free but realized it was useless. Raven stepped aside to
reveal her prized catch and the crowd erupted. They knew they were in
for a special night. Chloe felt more vulnerable than ever before, more
so, even, than when she was tied to the deck this morningó-there were
more people now and she knew she would soon be naked in front of them.
Raven continued to do a sexy dance behind Mrs. Myers and the
pole. She reached around and began touching Chloe all over. She
started by rubbing the front of Chloeís thigh just below the hem of the
skirt. She gave them a firm squeeze then moved her hands to the sides
of Chloeís hips. She lifted the hem slightly, but not enough to show
any pussy. She then proceeded to feel Chloe over her clothes. The
crowd went wild. With her left hand, she held the skirt down over
Chloeís crotch while her other hand lifted up on the right, teasingly
revealing a thigh. Raven released the skirt but continued to feel
Chloe over her clothes. She brought her hands up and squeezed Chloeís
tits. She hefted the globes and pushed them together, rubbing them
against each other. As the crowdís cheers got louder, Chloeís face got
redder.
Before long, Chloe felt Raven release her breasts and cup her
face. Next she felt the hands slide to the back of her head and tug at
the blindfold. NO! She wouldnít!, her mind screamed in denial. She
canít be untying my blindfold! Chloe was almost hysterical when she
realized that she was. Why!, she thought. "Please," Chloe begged,
"Please donít take that off. I donít want to see them looking at me!
I canít!" But her plea was drowned out by the cheers and the music.
Raven would have ignored her anyway. Soon Raven loosed the knot and,
without warning, flung the blindfold into the crowd. Involuntarily,
Chloeís eyes flew open. She was instantly terrified. There were a sea
of faces and a hundred pairs of eyes gazing upon her. Men in suits,
men in denim, men in tuxesó-they were all looking at her, checking out
her body, watching her reaction. She was the center of a horrible
universe and could do nothing about it.
Raven sensed her fear, and nibbled on the cheerleaderís ear.
"They all want to fuck you," Raven purred into her ear enticingly.
"Every man in this room wants to put his cock inside you . . . ."
Chloe looked around and knew Raven was right; she could feel it in
their stares. Chloe was shocked at the revelation and deeply
embarrassed. Raven went back to feeling Chloeís breasts over her
clothes, then reached up, grabbed Chloeís hat, and flung it into the
audience. Chloe forgot she was even wearing a hat. Raven licked her
ear some more before dancing to the front of the stage. The crowd let
out another cheer. Chloe closed her eyes.
The three boys watched as Raven pranced back and forth in front
of Mrs. Myers. She rolled her hips, shimmied her shoulders, and did
the magical bump and grind. She continued to dance to the music while
unbuttoning her blazer. She took it off and forcefully threw it to the
curtain behind her. Next, she untucked her blouse and, one by one,
loosened the buttons. When all the buttons were undone, she grabbed
the front of the blouse with both hands and held them . . . closed.
With practiced ease, and with her shirt still closed, she danced to the
very front of the stage and spread her legs. When the music hit a
crescendo, she dramatically tilted her head back and flung open her
shirt, thrusting her huge breasts toward the audience. She had on a
white, lace bra that barely contained her globes. Her aureoles could
be seen easily through the sheer fabric and her erect nipples were
trying their hardest to poke through. The crowd went crazy, more so
because of the drama than the display. Some even gave each other high-
fives.
Chloe heard the cheers and opened her eyes to see what was
going on. She saw Raven standing directly in front her, easing her
shirt off her shoulders. Chloe could tell Raven was now rubbing her
boobs. Then Raven turned around. She faced Chloe with her back to the
audience. Chloe couldnít help noticing how beautiful Raven was. Even
in her bra and slacks, Chloe could make out the exquisite curves of her
hourglass figure. With her long auburn hair, rich tan, full lips,
green eyes, and thin nose, Chloe thought Raven was the most striking
woman she had ever seen. All of her features were so exaggerated that
she almost seemed like a caricature. Raven noticed that Chloe was
staring and gave her an alluring wink. Chloe gasped at the unexpected
gesture. Raven slowly leaned forward at the waist, while keeping her
legs straight and together, never taking her eyes off Chloe.
Ravenís ass stuck out robustly as she arched her back and
lifted her head. Her swaying ass, perched high on the stage, seemed to
be suspended over the crowd. She rubbed her butt and slapped it a
couple times. Raven stood up straight again as her hands went to her
waist. She looked back over her shoulder and gave the audience a
coquettish smile as she slowly lowered her zipper. Even from behind,
the audience saw her forearm move from her waist to her crotch and knew
exactly what she was doing. They cheered lustily. Raven leaned
forward again while arching her back. The top of her white thong
panties appeared. She grabbed the slacks at her waist and gently eased
them down over her cheeks while swaying her ass from side to side in
long, slow, delicious pans. She revealed more and more of her full,
round, ass until, finally, her thong covered pussy appeared between her
cheeks. Her pubic mound was large and full and stuck out like a wedged
baseball. When the slacks were free of her hips, she released her grip
and let them fall to her ankles. She had on a pair of white, thigh-
high stockings with lace at the top. The white fabric contrasted
sharply against her skin, framing her hips and ass, accentuating them
further. She looked over her shoulder again and gave the crowd a wink,
then blew them a kiss. It was a kiss good-bye. From this moment on,
her sole focus would be on Chloe. She was determined to seduce the
sexy cheerleader. She fixed a provocative glare on the frightened
woman.
Raven fell forward onto all fours and proceeded to crawl out of
the slacks at her feet, giving the boys, and everyone else, a great
view of her shapely bottom. She looked like a lioness stalking her
prey as she slinked toward the handcuffed Mrs. Myers. Billy, Joe, and
more than a few other men, noticed the growing, wide-eyed apprehension
on Mrs. Myersí face as Raven got closer. All it did was turn them on
more. Seeing what seemed to be genuine fear on the captured womanís
face elicited deep-rooted, primal desires of what they wanted to do to
her. Fantasies of lust and power filled their consciousness.
Raven finally reached Chloe but remained on her hands and
knees. Then to everyoneís surprise, Raven began licking Mrs. Myersí
feet. The boys could see Raven sucking on Mrs. Myersí toes from
between Ravenís spread thighs. A few more cheers went up from the
audience, but, oddly, not as much as before. Raven continued suckling
on Mrs. Myersí toes for another few minutes. Then she leaned back on
her heels, lifted her head up, arched her back, and leaned way
backward, resting on her elbows so that her head touched the stage.
Her head was upside down facing the audience and her crotch was pointed
toward Mrs. Myers. The position looked painful, but did serve to
highlight her magnificent chest. Raven held the position for another
second then, finally, kicked her legs out and laid on her back. She
quickly extended her long legs and spread them, forming a majestic
"V". She opened and closed her legs a few more times then planted both
feet firmly on the ground. She lifted up her butt and back and reached
under her to unclasp her bra. That done, she brought her hips back
down, rolled her shoulders forward, and slipped off the bra. Without
looking, she threw it to the back of the stage where it landed on top
of her blazer. A few more cheers went up from the audience, but this
time even less than before.
Chloe could not stop looking at the voluptuous woman sprawled
out in front of her. As the woman undulated her hips, she loosened her
hair from its bun, releasing a thick mane of fiery red hair. She
noticed too that Raven had not stopped looking at her. Chloe was
mesmerized by what Raven was doing and by what she had done. What is
she trying to do, Chloe wondered. Is she trying to turn me on? Chloe
was in a trance as she saw Raven lift up her hips and seemingly point
her crotch right at her face. Raven grabbed both her breasts and were
playing with them furiously. She tweaked and pulled the nipples, even
managing to suck on them. Then she brought one hand down and rubbed
her pussy through the fabric of her thong. She soon developed a carnal
rhythm where her hips bucked to the music and her wonderful tits
bounced to the beat. Still, even while she masturbated through her
panties and licked her own nipples, she did not stop looking at Chloe.
Chloe was in such a daze that she could not distinguish the difference
between the camera flashes and the strobe lights.
Wade watched in wonder as this Raven woman rubbed her crotch in
front of his teacher. Then he saw Raven roll over, get up, and slowly
stand directly in front of Mrs. Myers. Raven pulled her close until
they were pressed firmly together, and straddled her legs. Raven
slowly began grinding her crotch against one of Mrs. Myersí thighs.
Standing together as they were, Wade noticed just how large this woman
was. She seemed to dwarf Mrs. Myers by half a foot. Raven looked
about 5í10íí or 5í11íí. She also had really large tits and wide hips.
Her slim waist only exaggerated her full figure. Raven seemed to be
the 64-ounce, big-gulp version of Mrs. Myers. They both had fantastic
figures and had similar proportions; one was just bigger than the
other. To Wade, Raven looked exactly like the superheroines in his
comic books.
Raven wished to God she could take off her thong, but knew it
was against the law in Springfield to do so. She was getting so turned
on. This cheerleader was just about the prettiest thing she had ever
seen. Raven wanted her; the wetness between her legs told her so. She
couldnít stand it any longer and leaned forward and kissed her. The
cheerleader kept her mouth closed at first, but after some gentle
probing, opened her mouth. Raven kissed her passionately as the
cheerleader nervously extended her tongue. Raven didnít hear the
expected uproar from the audience. In fact, the crowd had gone eerily
silent. No matter. She continued with the intimate French kiss.
Raven pulled herself away from the cheerleaderís soft, supple
lips and stared into her eyes. Raven noticed just how frightened the
cheerleader still was. She gave her one last reassuring kiss before
she slithered behind her once again. Chloe closed her eyes, not
wanting to be reminded of where she was. A new song came over the
speakers-óit must have been the fourth or fifthó-that was slower and
more melodic than the others. Raven swayed gently to the slower song
and let her hands roam over the cheerleaderís body. She felt so soft
and so round all over. She was all feathery lines and curves, not one
harsh feature about heró-not like a man. She leaned forward and
nuzzled her neck.
Chloe felt a shiver run up her spine as the wonderful hands
were supplemented with sensational nibbling on her neck. Chloe loved
to have her neck kissed. This woman was so gentle and delicate, Chloe
lost herself in her spell. "I want you," came a soft whisper in her
ear. Chloe let out a deep moan.
The crowd too was caught in the hypnotic web of the two women
on stage. They were witnessing something they had never seen at a
strip club; they were seeing two women make love. No one clapped,
anymore. No one cheered. They all sat in enchanted silence.
While still kissing Chloeís neck, Raven reached up from her
midriff and grabbed the hem of her sweater. Something deep inside
Chloe fought through the haze of her lust and told her this was wrong.
"No, please," she said softly.
"Itíll be alright," said Raven. "I promise." She delicately
lifted the hem of the sweater until her firm breasts were gradually
exposed. As her erect nipples finally sprung free from under the
sweater, an audible gasp came from the audience. Raven lifted higher
until the sweater rested under Chloeís chin. She reached out and
palmed both globes. Then with the middle finger of both hands, she
traced circles around each nipple. Chloe felt her breasts tingle and a
warm rush flooded her chest. Raven tickled the sensitive undersides
of her breasts, and Chloe thought she would die. She started to squirm
against her bonds, trying to get away from the delightful fingers.
With one hand still on her breasts, Raven trailed a finger
along Chloeís back until she reached the waistband of her skirt.
"You are so beautiful," she whispered into the cheerleaderís
ear. She pulled on a nipple and rubbed it gently between her thumb and
forefinger.
"Ohhhhmyyyyyygodddddd," moaned Chloe.
Ravenís other hand found the zipper to her skirt and slowly
began to pull down.
"Please, donít do this," Chloe whispered again. "Donít do this
to me. Not here . . ."
"Trust me," said Raven. "Somewhere deep inside you, you want
this." When the zipper was all the way down, Raven squatted on her
haunches, straddling the pole and Mrs. Myers. She grabbed a shin in
both hands and began moving her hands up slowly. Chloe could feel her
inner wetness leaking from her cunt as the soft hands made their way
over her knees, over her thighs, and up to her most intimate place.
When her hands reached the cheerleaderís skirt, Raven grabbed
the hem and gave it a gentle tug. The skirt came free of her flared
hips and fell to the floor with a whoosh. The audience let out another
collective gasp, louder than the one before. A bottle fell out of
someoneís hands and shattered on the floor. Everyone stared in awe at
the cheerleaderís naked pussy. Chloe was startled by the sound of
shattering glass amidst the relative calm and opened her eyes. She
looked out and saw a hundred faces, no one moving, all of them gawking
at her naked body. Even the cocktail waitresses and the other dancers
stopped what they were doing and stared at the soft, blonde, downy, fur
between Chloeís succulent thighs. For many in the audience, the sight
of Mrs. Myers, trembling and naked, wearing high heels, with her wrists
bound helplessly above her, would be the single most erotic thing they
would ever see in their lives. Chloe pressed her legs tightly together
and tried to fight the wave of humiliation that threatened to overwhelm
her.
Raven, too, was taken aback. She totally expected the woman to
have panties on. She would not have taken off her skirt if she knew
she was naked underneath. This is one hot babe, she thought. But now
that she was totally exposed, there was no turning back. There was no
way she was stopping now. She quickly stood up and whispered into the
cheerleaderís ear. "Let yourself go. Youíre so hot. Donít stop
now." Chloe did not know what to do. She closed her eyes and prayed
for the best.
Raven resumed massaging Chloeís body, paying careful attention
to the places where her panties should have been. One hand reached up
to grab a breast while the other scratched her fuzzy pubic hair. Every
so often, she would wriggle a finger between her tightly clenched
thighs, trying to get to the cheerleaderís flowery petals. All the
while, Raven kept whispering encouragement into Chloeís ear, "You are
so pretty . . . I want to fuck you . . . I want to lick your pussy . .
. Youíre making me wet . . . I want to make you cum . . . Please, cum
for me." It was beginning to work.
Chloe had been brimming with sexual tension for the past week.
She hadnít had sex in over a month, but nearly been raped, forced to
strip, photographed naked, tied up, groped, handled, exhibited, and
used as barter. No matter how humiliating and no matter how hard she
tried to fight it, her body yearned for physical release.
Raven sensed Chloeís defenses weakening and increased her
intensity. She walked in front of Mrs. Myers and leaned down and took
a nipple in her mouth. She rolled her tongue over the erect nub until
she felt the cheerleader shiver. Then she moved to the other nipple
and did the same thing. After five minutes of suckling on her nipples,
Raven dropped to her knees and squeezed the cheerleaderís luscious
ass. She pulled her closer and probed her bellybutton with her
tongue. Chloe squealed in unexpected pleasure. The wet tongue in her
bellybutton sent an electric shock to her loins. Chloeís stomach
heaved reflexively. Raven could smell the musky scent of arousal
emanating from Chloeís pussy and her own juices started to flow. Soon,
her white thong was soaked through at the crotch--as the gentlemen in
the front row could plainly see. Ravenís pussy lips were becoming more
and more visible through the increasingly transparent fabric. Raven
reached up with both hands and fondled a breast.
Five more minutes at her bellybutton and Raven wanted more; she
wanted it all. She gently trailed tiny, delicate kisses from her
bellybutton to her pubic mound. There, she nuzzled her nose in the
soft hair, reveling in the intoxicating aroma of the beautiful
cheerleader. "Mmmmmm." "Uuhhhhhhh." Raven and Chloe groaned at the
same time. Raven eased a finger between her thighs again but this time
her legs parted slightly to accommodate the insistent hand. Raven
worked her fingers back and forth along Chloeís engorged clit and moist
slit until Chloe writhed in ecstasy. She didnít resist as Raven
grabbed the cheerleaderís leg behind the knee and draped it over her
shoulder. She was still wearing her white high heels. Chloeís pussy
was now totally exposed.
Raven pulled back slightly and noticed just how pretty the
cheerleader was. Her skin was flawless and her tiny bikini line was
elegant. Her bush was neatly trimmed and followed her tan line
exactly. Her milky white skin contrasted stunningly with her rich
golden tan. Her outer lips shimmered in the flickering light and her
inner lips swelled to form a thin, pink tantalizing furrow. Her clit
stood out unsheathed, moist and red and begging to be licked. Raven
accepted the invitation and went right for the little slick nub. She
pulled on it with her lips until it slipped from her mouth, then went
back and pulled on it some more.
"Ohhhhh, Gaaaaaawd," Chloe wailed breathlessly. She had never
felt such exquisite pleasure. Perhaps it was the pent-up frustration,
perhaps it was the lewd situation, perhaps it was . . . a WOMAN eating
her. Raven released the sensitive organ and stuck out her tongue.
Starting from as far back as she could reach, she licked the entire
length of Chloeís vagina. Another electric shock coursed through
Chloeís body. She didnít know how many more of those she could take.
Raven slurped up all the secretions coating Chloeís crotch and greedily
sucked one of her puffy lips into her mouth. She rocked the labia back
and forth between her pursed lips and flicked with her tongue the
portion in her mouth. This woman knows how to eat pussy, thought
Chloe. Where do you learn these things?
Raven released the puffy lip and went back to the clit.
Chloe was shaking uncontrollably now, grinding her pussy against
Ravenís face. More and more juices began to flow out of both women.
Chloeís face was twisted in delicious agony while Ravenís was coated
with sticky liquid. Raven inserted a finger into Chloeís cunt and felt
the tight muscles constrict around it. She continued to roll her
tongue around the clit as a second finger joined the first. The
cheerleaderís breathing became ragged. Chloe felt herself approaching
a tremendous climax. The wonderful feelings radiating from her groin
was about to overtake her entire body. Raven sensed the impending
orgasm and flicked her tongue feverishly over Chloeís clit. Raven kept
pumping two fingers into Chloeís cunt, then reached up with the hand
that was stroking her own pussy, and inserted her pinky into Chloeís
anus. That propelled Chloe powerfully over the edge.
Chloe shook with uncontrollable ecstasy as she reached an
explosive climax. Her hips bucked wildly and her whole body shook with
spasms as wave after wave of earth shattering convulsions wracked her
body. She threw her head from side to side and let out a shriek as cum
gushed from her cunt. Raven tried to keep her tongue on Chloeís clit,
wanting to ride out the storm, but Chloeís thrashing made that almost
impossible. Chloe thrashed her hips more forcefully to try and get
away from Ravenís tongue; the sensations were almost too much. The
inside of Chloeís thighs were covered with sticky juice, smeared there
by Ravenís face. Unable to stand any more, Raven brought both hands to
her own crotch and worked herself to an equally powerful orgasm. She
slumped backwards and cried out shamelessly as she let her own
explosive climax wash over her. "Oh fuck, oh fuck! Yesss! Yessssssss
. . . . ! Ahhhhhhhh!"
After a full minute, Chloe finally came down from her orgasm.
She hung limply by her wrists as she tried to catch her breath.
Residual convulsions coursed through her body and caused her to shiver
occasionally. Her face was crimson and her body was covered with
blotches of red. The smell of sex was everywhere. She looked down and
saw Raven lewdly spread-eagled on the floor in front of her, gasping
for breath too. Her face was a shiny mess. Deeply embarrassed, Chloe
looked up and saw the same hundred faces. There was no musicó-it
stopped a long time ago-óand the audience didnít make a sound. They
didnít seem to have moved an inch. She finally remembered where she
was and realized what she had just done.
"Oh my God!" she cried, "Whatís happened to me? What have I
done?" She felt so dirty and ashamed. Raven slowly got up to her
knees and crawled behind the bound cheerleader. The audience could see
the sticky mess between Ravenís thighs. Chloe looked at her pensively,
afraid of what she would do next. Raven pulled herself up to her feet
using the pole to steady herself, then whispered in Chloeís ear,
"Youíve done something beautiful." With that she reached around to the
front and worked her hand between Chloeís thighs. Chloe was too beaten
to resist. Raven insert two fingers back into her cunt and twisted
them around. They slid easily inside her slippery box. Raven pulled
out the slick fingers and traced a line from Chloeís cunt upward along
the center of her body, leaving a trail of glistening wetness. The
sticky liquid finally dissipated between Chloeís breasts. Then, Raven
brought the fingers to Chloeís mouth.
"Taste it," she whispered hypnotically. "Taste how beautiful
you are."
Without thinking, Chloe opened her mouth and let Raven insert
her fingers. For the first time in her life, she tasted herself.
As Raven began unlocking her handcuffs, a smattering of
applause came from the audience. As more men came out of their sex-
induced trance, the clapping grew louder and louder until it reached a
thunderous applause. Chloe was horrified and humiliated. They had
seen her in her most intimate act, an act that only one other man had
ever seen, and were now acknowledging that they saw it and liked it.
With each cheer that went up, it stamped in Chloeís mind the
realization that she committed adultery, with another woman, to the
point of orgasm, in front of a hundred men. How can I ever live this
down? As soon as her hands were freed, she grabbed the skirt at her
ankles and shuffled offstage, not even bothering to pull down her
sweater. All she wanted was to get away from the stares of all these
men as fast as she could. She hoped to God she would never have to
come back to this awful place.
Chapter 16
Raven rushed to the backstage area to check on the beautiful
cheerleader. She could still feel the sticky wetness between her legs
as she shuffled off stage. She walked into the dressing room to find
Chloe sitting on the floor in a corner. The poor cheerleader was
staring straight ahead, her expression vacant. She had managed to put
her clothes back on, what little of it there was, and sat there
clutching her knees to her chest. She didn’t seem to care that in this
position, her moist, puffy gash was visible for all to see. Raven felt
a twinge of guilt for what she had just done.
Chloe didn’t notice the tall figure approach until Raven
squatted down on her haunches right in front of her. She was still
naked. Chloe could see the glistening folds at the juncture of her
long legs and could smell the scent of their previous carnal tryst.
She shuddered and wondered again what had become of her.
"I can smell you," Chloe said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, sorry about that," Raven said a little embarrassed. She
brought her legs together but the smell was still there. "I’ll clean
up in a minute. I just wanted to see if you were o.k." She put a
reassuring hand on Chloe’s knee. "Are you o.k.?"
"Well, lets see," said Chloe feeling mighty sarcastic. "I was
blindfolded, dragged on stage, handcuffed to a pole, stripped naked,
and forced to have sex with a woman, all in front of a roomful of men.
Yeah. I’m fine. Stuff like that happens to me all the time."
"It does to me," Raven said as she shrugged her shoulders.
Chloe was not amused. "Sorry," Raven said meekly.
"Why did you do that to me?" Chloe asked.
"I thought you were into it. I didn’t start out planning
to . . . you know . . . have sex with you. It just sorta happened that
way. All I set out to do was take off your clothes, but you’re so
beautiful, and I got so excited. Then, when I took off your skirt and
you weren’t wearing any panties, well . . . I had to see how far I
could take it. I didn’t know we would . . . go all the way." Raven
giggled.
"What made you think I was into it?" Chloe snapped.
"That’s what Tony told me. He said your friends told him you
had a secret fantasy of being a stripper but was too scared to ever try
it. He said you could be persuaded, though, if you could go on with
another woman."
"Those bastards!"
"What?"
"It’s a long story," said Chloe. "Let’s just say I’m not into
it."
"Whatever lets you sleep at night," said Raven shrugging
again. Then she added, "although, no one forced you to get . . .
aroused."
"You were licking my crotch!" Chloe said incredulously.
"Yes, but you still didn’t have to cum. And, if we’re totally
honest here, I really didn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want
to do, did I?
"I was handcuffed to a pole!"
"We both know you could have stopped me any time by keeping
your legs closed or shooing me away. I would have gotten the message."
Just then a couple of the other dancers burst into the dressing
room carrying Raven's clothes. "Ooo, Raven, that was so hot," said a
busty brunette. "Yeah, that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen,"
said the leggy blonde. "You got me soooo wet . . ."
"Uh, thanks," Raven interrupted. "But, can I have a few
minutes alone with my friend?"
"Sure," said the brunette putting the clothes down in a
chair, "But Tony wanted us to tell the cheerleader that she’s wanted
out front in five minutes. Something about the boys being anxious to
see her." Chloe looked down and shook her head in disbelief.
The women departed and Chloe and Raven were left to their
thoughts. Raven didn’t say or do anything except stay crouched down
next to the cute cheerleader. Despite what Chloe had gone through at
the hands—-and mouth—-of this woman, Chloe felt comforted by her
presence. After a long moment of contemplation, Chloe looked into
Raven’s eyes. "Does this mean I’m . . . a lesbian?" she asked
hesitantly.
Raven didn’t answer right away. She wanted to choose her words
carefully. "I can’t answer that, Hon. Only you can. But I definitely
don’t think one encounter with another woman makes you a lesbian. . . ."
Chloe flashed back to that instance in college when her
roommate, Anne, walked in on her while she was in the shower. Anne had
made some excuse about being late for class and that showering together
was no big deal. For someone who was late for class, Chloe remembered
thinking, Anne sure seemed to take her time. Then, Anne lightly
brushed a nipple and winked at her. Chloe froze not knowing what to
do. Is Anne hitting on me, she wondered. She was so confused and
filled with mixed emotions. Why is my heart beating so fast? How come
I’m not upset? Am I upset? Should I be flattered? A part of her
wanted to run away rather than answer the questions swimming around in
her head. Instead, she let Anne shower with her in the cramped stall.
She giggled nervously when Anne bent over to pick up the bar of soap.
She obliged when Anne asked her to rub her back. She opened her mouth
when Anne turned around and kissed her. She moaned when Anne touched
her clit. Chloe remembered what Anne said next as if it were
yesterday: "You are so pretty, Chloe. I’ve dreamed of making love to
you for so long." The words had made her blush then, and the memory of
it was making her blush now. But that was it. Chloe was so flustered
she ran out of the stall. She dressed quickly and left for her own
class. Afterward, neither spoke of the experience. Chloe decided to
put it behind her. "I have a boyfriend for Chrissakes!" she would
often say to herself when confronted with thoughts of that morning.
The next year they amicably went their separate ways. Ever since then,
Chloe rationalized the encounter as frivolous experimentation and
youthful innocence. That was until today.
". . . .Why do we need to label ourselves, anyway?" Raven said
breaking into Chloe’s thoughts. "You know what you like and you know
what you don’t like. Just be honest with yourself and drop the guilt
trip."
"I guess," said Chloe softly not really sure what she was
agreeing with.
"Let’s get you cleaned up," said Raven as she pulled her
up. "Come on."
Raven led the cheerleader to the bathroom area of the dressing
room. For the second time that day, Chloe wetted some paper towels and
dabbed at the sticky mess between her thighs. Raven did the same but
started with the shimmering wetness on her face. Chloe felt horribly
embarrassed.
As she reached for a second wad of paper towels, Chloe started
to laugh. "We just had sex and I don’t even know your name," she said
realizing the absurdity of the situation.
Raven chuckled at the irony too. "My name’s Emily
Slusarski." She extended a hand. "Its a pleasure to meet you."
"Your real name is Emily Slusarski?" Chloe asked while shaking
Raven’s—-Emily’s—-hand. What a totally incongruous name for a
stripper!, thought Chloe. No wonder she goes by Raven. Except for my
cousins in Chicago, who in their right mind would get excited
about ‘Emily Slusarski’?
"Yeah, I know," said Emily. "What an awful name, huh? I’m so
glad I don’t have a lisp."
Suddenly Chloe didn’t feel quite so bad. "I’m Chloe Myers,"
she said, and they shared a tender laugh.
"Here, let me help you," said Raven. She reached over and
gently wiped at the sticky line that stretched from Chloe’s crotch to
her cleavage. Chloe let her.
After the performance, Tony came over to the boys’ table and
sat down. He offered a round of drinks for everybody. He was in a
celebratory mood. Billy insisted on vodka martinis. The drinks
arrived and they toasted the incredible show. Joe and Wade couldn’t
believe how awful their drinks tasted. They didn’t know how Billy was
able to drink his so fast.
"Here you go," said Tony as he pulled out a stack of pictures
from his breast pocket. "These cost me a bundle, but a deal’s a deal."
"Thanks," said Billy as he thumbed through the
Polaroids. "Didn’t I tell ya it’d be worth it?"
"You’s right, kid. That was a kick-ass show."
"Let me see," said Joey, "and, what deal are you talking
about?" Joey looked through the pictures of Mrs. Myers and Raven doing
their routine. The pictures were hot. Both women were captured naked
and there were even some pictures of Raven kissing Mrs. Myers down
there. Wade grabbed the pictures out of Joe’s hands and the two of
them went through the stack together several more times.
"How did you get these?" asked Joe.
"I noticed there was a photographer going around taking
Polaroids of dudes with dancers and then selling them," said
Billy. "So, I asked Tony how much it would cost to get a few pictures
of Mrs. Myers on stage. He told me they sold for 10 bucks a pop! I
couldn’t believe they cost so much, so I asked him what it would take
to get the pictures for free."
"So the kid here sez, what if she do a girl-girl," said Tony,
gleefully picking up the story, "So I sez, if she do a girl-girl, and
ifin it be good nuff, then I’ll buy yiz the pictures myself. I’ll be a
damned, but she did a girl-girl alright, and I’s a man a’ my woid!
Fuhgidaboutit!"
Joe noticed Tony’s accent was distinctly stronger than when
they first met. What Tony failed to tell the boys was that they didn’t
get all the pictures. The photographer had already sold five of them
for 20 bucks each to some drunk before Tony came up and insisted he
sell the rest to him. Tony paid a lot less than what the photographer
wanted, but he threatened to terminate their agreement unless he
relented. Even though the pictures of the naked cheerleader were the
hottest he had ever taken and would have fetched a fortune, the gig at
the strip club was too lucrative to risk losing. He sold the remainder
to Tony at cost.
The middle-aged, balding man with a slight beer belly furtively
made his way to a dark corner of the club. He looked back to see if
the three boys noticed his presence—-they hadn’t. He pulled out the
hat from under his shirt. He looked again at the blue baseball cap
with the tiny red emblem of a man on a horse playing polo, and thought
about the strange twists and turns his life had taken.
Dick Jensen got the bad news this morning. The superintendent
of schools called him into his office to inform him that he would no
longer be the principal at Northview Junior High. There were rumors
going around about the way he ‘dealt’ with students. Some of the
teachers had complained that Principal Jensen was too affectionate with
the kids, almost uncomfortably so. Mrs. Myers was one of the teachers
who came to his office to insist that he stop touching the kids. If he
did not cease his behavior, she told him, she would be forced to go to
the superintendent. It seems, apparently, she had. No formal charges
had been brought against him and none of the students had come forward
to accuse him of anything, but the school board didn’t want to take any
chances. He would have to be removed from interaction with younger
kids immediately. When Dick Jensen threatened to sue, they gave him a
choice: he could either resign under whatever excuse he could come up
with, or he could take a demotion and go back to teaching 12th grade
history. It was a dubious choice. Even though he would be going from
junior high to high school, the move from administrator to teacher was
considered a major step down and came with a substantial cut in pay.
No one expected him to take it.
With that, Principal Jensen went to his favorite hangout to
ponder his future in education. What would I do if they take my kids
away, he sobbed into his whiskey. How am I going to live on a
teacher’s salary? He swallowed the shot and ordered another. Before
he knew it, he had been there most of the evening and had racked up
quite a credit card bill. He was about to leave when he noticed that
one of the performers on stage came out wearing a hauntingly familiar
outfit. Does that say ‘NJHS’? I must be drunk. Wow! She’s a
knockout! He decided to stay for one more performance. The show began
and the buxom redhead took the hat off the cheerleader and flung it
into the crowd. It landed in Dick Jensen’s lap. He watched in rapt
attention as the cheerleader—-Mrs. Myers!?!?!?!--was systematically
stripped of her clothing and then her dignity. The spectacle of Mrs.
Myers’ public descent into depravity was the most agonizingly erotic
thing he had ever seen. He decided then and there that he would go
back to teaching high school after all. Now all he had to do was think
of a way to get Mrs. Myers to join him. He twirled the hat around his
finger and reached for the pictures in his back pocket.
It took all her strength, but Chloe forced herself to walk back
out into the lounge. The only way she could be humiliated, she
reasoned, is if she let herself be. As she made her way through the
crowd of men, however, she felt her resolve fading away. All eyes were
back on her, and conversation stopped when she walked by. Her face was
crimson and she wished to God she had her hat. Some of the men even
complimented her on her performance, reminding her that they saw her
cum!
She made her way back to her booth and found it completely
filled with people. Joe, Billy, and Wade were there, but so was Tony
the manager, as well as the three businessmen from the foyer. Again,
conversation stopped when she approached. Chloe felt their stares
roaming over her body, undressing her with their eyes. There was no
place for Chloe to sit so she just stood there uncomfortably next to
the table. She felt like she was on display.
Then all at once, everyone started handing out business cards.
"If she ever wants to come back," said Tony, "you just give
Tony a call. Here’s my card. Take some free passes, too."
"Hey, this is my work number and I put my cell phone number on
the back," said one of the businessmen trying to get Billy’s
attention. "If you have any more ideas, give me a call. Does she do
parties?"
"My card has all the info you’ll need right on the front," said
another. "Call me anytime if you ever need anything."
"Here’s my card," said the third. "You can reach me or leave a
message at any of these numbers. Just don’t call my home number.
Wait. Let me cross that out."
Chloe felt so stupid just standing there listening to these men
talk about her like she was cattle. Finally, Billy spoke, "Did you
like putting on your little show."
It took a second for Chloe to realize he was talking to
her. "Uh, no," she said a little startled.
"No, what?" asked Billy sternly, trying to show off in front of
his new friends.
Chloe knew what Billy wanted her to say. "No, sir," she said
in a whisper. She never felt more humiliated.
"It looked to us like you really enjoyed it up there," Billy
continued. "Especially when Raven licked your pussy." All of the men
laughed uproariously. Chloe’s face turned bright red and she felt on
the verge of tears.
Then, Joe decided to get in on the act. "We couldn’t get a
good look at you from way back here, so why don’t you lift up your
sweater," he said. The other men gave their hearty approval of the
idea. Not knowing what else she could do, Chloe lifted the front of
her sweater, exposing her breasts to the licentious stares of the awful
men. Pretty soon, other patrons noticed the hot cheerleader showing
off her magnificent tits and formed a tight circle around her. Joe
felt a rush of adrenaline when he noticed the crowd was waiting for him
to utter his next command.
"That’s great," he said triumphantly, "now lift up your skirt.
We want to see if you’re wearing panties this time." There were more
laughs from the crowd. Chloe wanted to die.
"I’m not, sir," she said softly.
"I’m sorry," said Joe in mock sincerity, "I didn’t quite catch
that."
"I’m not wearing any panties," Chloe mumbled through gritted
teeth. "Can we not do this?"
"We want to make sure, just to be safe. Right guys." A loud
cheer came up from the gathering of men. None of them could believe
this beautiful young woman was letting this kid order her around. How
in the world did these punks get so lucky?
Chloe reluctantly lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her
genitals. For the umpteenth time today, strange men glared at her most
private place. They cheered loudly at the sexy sight before them and
Joey fed off their energy.
"Turn around," he said. "The people behind you can’t see."
Chloe could not understand why Joe was doing this. There was
no reason for it except to torture her, and maybe to humiliate and
degrade her. Then, Chloe realized, he was doing it because he can. He
was showing off his power. With her skirt still lifted up, she turned
around in a circle, giving everyone a clear view of her blonde bush and
dainty slit. Chloe felt even more embarrassed than when she was on
stage. Up there, she felt exposed; but down here, she felt
vulnerable. Here amongst the crowd of men, she was too intimate with
the ones who yearned to fuck her, too close to the ones who objectified
her. In a perverse way, she missed the relative structure and
voyeuristic distance that the stage provided. Down here, there were no
such boundaries to protect her.
Some of the men gave Joe high-fives, while others shouted "You
the Man!" Still others simply commented on Chloe’s body in the most
lewd manner she had ever heard: "Damn, that cunt looks tight!" "I’d
sure like to poke them short hairs." "Those are the sweetest jugs I’ve
ever seen." "My cock would fit perfectly in that mouth." "I’d pump
that ass with a gallon of jizz." And on it went. Chloe heard them
all, and each one seemed to nick her soul.
"Good," said Joe again, "now lift up the back of your skirt and
bend over."
Chloe was starting to get really scared, but she did what she
was told, giving the crowd a great view of her fantastic ass and
pussy.
"That’s it," said Joe. "Now stay like that until we think of
something for you to do next." Joe felt proud, more proud than he had
ever felt before. What he didn’t realize was that none of the other
men respected him like he thought they did. They only envied the
mysterious power he had over this beautiful woman. They still felt he
was a dork. They were only using him so they could get another look at
some supple flesh, and maybe something more. Joe was blissfully
unaware.
Billy, however, had other concerns. The crowd of men were
getting rowdy. All of them were drunk and their tone grew increasingly
nasty. Billy saw in their faces the same drunken meanness he had seen
a thousand times from his Dad, right before the prick went after his
Mom. He knew things could get dangerous quickly. "Time to go," he
said abruptly. "Its getting late." With that he nudged Tony out of
the way and worked himself out of the booth. He grabbed Mrs. Myers by
the arm and pushed his way through the crowd. Chloe followed closely
behind, dropping her skirt and pulling down her sweater along the way.
Before she knew it, they were outside in the cool night air.
The whole ride home, Chloe never felt more ashamed. She could
not face the three boys. It didn’t help that Wade was leaning side-
ways in his chair and gawking at her, alternately looking at her
breasts and crotch. What was worse was that he somehow felt compelled
to tell her what she had done.
"You were naked, ya know."
Thanks, thought Chloe.
"She tied you up. Did you know that?
He can’t be serious.
"She rubbed her big boobs against you."
I know, thought Chloe, now shut up!
"She licked your privates."
Oh God . . . .
Billy and Joe were getting aroused by Wade’s play-by-play.
They took particular delight in watching Mrs. Myers squirm every time
Wade recounted a particularly juicy moment. Billy reached under his
shirt and took another look at the Polaroids Tony gave him. The
pictures were perfect. There were 15 in all, and each of them clearly
showed Mrs. Myers doing a striptease act, complete with costumes and
everything. Billy especially liked the ones where Mrs. Myers was
screaming while the other woman licked her crotch.
Wade kept up the commentary until he finally got fed up with
the large bag at his feet. He grabbed the package and threw it in the
back. "Is there room back there for this?" he asked angrily. "I’ve
been kicking it out of my way all fucking night. What a pain in the
ass!" The large red and white striped bag with hearts all over it
landed between Billy and Joe.
"Hey, what are these?" said Billy as he looked in the bag.
Oh, no, thought Chloe, not those.
"Its from Victoria’s Secret!" yelled Joe like he just
discovered America. "I’d know that bag anywhere!" He reached in and
pulled out one of the four smaller bags and looked inside. "It looks
like underwear!"
Billy grabbed another of the smaller bags and looked
inside. "I think you’re right Joe. This one has underwear in it too."
"Do you wear this stuff around, Mrs. Myers," asked Billy as he
held up a short, sheer, stretch chemise.
Chloe didn’t know what to say. "Um . . . yes, but only in
private for my husband," she said hopefully.
"Well, your gonna were them for us, too," said Joe, dashing
Chloe’s hopes.
"I think we have to have a panty party," proclaimed
Billy. "Step on it Mrs. Myers. We want to be at your house in five
minutes. Don’t make us late."
"Yeah, we have a party to go to," said Joe chuckling.
Chloe pulled down her street wondering when this day would ever
end. This had to have been the longest day of her life. The emotional
and physical fatigue overwhelmed her. She was so tired, she wasn’t
even hungry anymore. The boys, on the other hand, seemed to get a
second wind when they discovered the lingerie. Now they wanted her to
model it for them. She didn’t know how she was going to make it. As
she pulled up to her house, she noticed something strange in the
garage. It was Steve’s BMW! Her husband was home! She looked at the
clock in the dash and saw that it was 2:30 in the morning. What was he
doing home so early? No matter, she was saved—-at least for tonight.
"Um, sirs," she said trying not to sound excited, "my husband’s
home. That’s his car in the garage and that light is coming from our
bedroom."
"Damn it!" said Wade. "What’s he doing here?"
"He lives here, you moron," Joe shot back.
Wade was too tired to argue. Instead, he calmly reached back
and flicked Joe’s forehead hard with his middle finger like it was a
giant bug.
"Ow! That really hurt," said Joe rubbing his noggin.
"I guess we’ll have to call it a night," said Billy in
resignation. "I didn’t know it was so late." Chloe let out a huge
sigh of relief. "Take us home, Mrs. Myers." He then proceeded to give
directions to Joe’s house.
When they got to Joe’s, Billy stepped out of the car with him.
"Wait," said Joe. "What are you doing? Why don’t you just
have Mrs. Myers take you to your house?"
"We have some work to do tonight," said Billy. That was only
partly true. The other reason was he didn’t want Mrs. Myers to see the
trailer park where he lived. "Wade, get out of the car. We have work
to do."
"Tonight?" asked Wade, "but its already tomorrow."
"That’s brilliant," said Billy. "Now come on!" Wade
reluctantly got out of the car. After he shut the passenger door,
Billy leaned in through the window.
"Mrs. Myers, thanks for the fun day, but the real fun starts
tomorrow. He held up the large bag of lingerie that he took out of the
car with him. "We’ll be over first thing in the morning. When we show
up we expect you to be in your uniform, ready to go. That’s what you
will wear from now on when we’re around. Understand!"
Chloe nodded sullenly.
"I said, do you understand?"
"Yes sir," said Chloe in defeat. She started to pull away when
she thought to ask, "Mr. May, what time will you be coming over, sir?"
She couldn’t believe how pathetic she sounded.
"Whenever we goddam please!" said Billy. "You just be ready."
The harshness of his tone caught Chloe by surprise. She sat in her car
in stunned silence as the boys walked away. She didn’t see the
satisfied grin on Billy and Joe’s faces. The boys were already in the
house when Chloe finally came to her senses. She put the car in gear
and sped off.
It was almost 3:15 when Chloe got home. She immediately kicked
off her high-heels and carried them to the bedroom where Steve was
sound asleep. Thank god, she thought, at least I won’t have to explain
this outfit. She stripped off her sweater and skirt and shoved them
and her shoes under the bed. Too tired to brush her teeth or wash her
face, she slipped into bed naked and sticky. Steve didn’t budge.
Before she knew it, she was asleep.
more to come...???? hope so :·)