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Revenge of a Goddess, Part V By Limbo's Mistress Chapter Nine The music continued to blast from the speaker on the table with a high, pulsating beat. My body, however, was as still as if it'd been frozen in liquid nitrogen. I was completely aware that every eye in the area was focused solely on me. I also knew, with crystal clarity, that the owners of those eyes were waiting for me to begin the process of proving that I had what it took to be a member of the Taborville High Raiderettes. The problem was, I didn't want to be a cheerleader. That was Stephanie's deal. "Better get to working it, Stephen," Nadine said with glee. "You used to move heaven and earth to get into a cheerleader's pants. Time to start moving." The rest of the squad acted as if they hadn't heard her. Jennifer Walters was giving me a superior smirk that all but screamed she thought I was wasting their time. Cori Johnson, by contrast, was looking at me with pleading eyes full of worried concern. It was the look from the man at the top of the stadium seats before me that really dug under my skin. Principal Lewis had leaned forward, hands resting on either side of him, as he gazed intently at me. Like a starving man watching the kitchen door of a steakhouse. I pushed the thoughts of everyone else out of my head and focused on the music. And the artificial, alien memories in my mind. I could see Stephanie practicing the cheer squad's basic routines in front of a full-length mirror. Two hours a day, every day pretty much, for the past three months. I could do this. Just think like her and let muscle memory do the rest. I brought my hands up off my hips, clapping them together as I dipped my knees and bounced three times onto my toes and back down. The jiggling of her ... my large chest attempted to be distracting, but I ignored it to concentrate on the rest of the routine. The music helped guide me along. Luckily, Cori had chosen a playlist the consisted of the same songs Stephanie had used in her practices. A backflip. Several twirls, Spread-eagle jumps. It was so easy to just let go and be carried along without resistance. For ten minutes, I felt alive and free. The sensation of being shackled to the blonde bimbo I shared a body with vanished as the two halves of me worked together to get the job done. I finished my performance with a double cartwheel into a back handspring that ended in a front-back split in the middle of the marked area, both arms thrust into the air in victory. The seven girls sitting in the front row of the stadium erupted into a round of thunderous applause. Sarah Stroupe even stood up and whistled loudly. The three at the table, however, were far more reserved in their response. Jennifer Walters looked like she had just swallowed a whole lemon. Her cheeks had a reddish hue to them and her nose was crinkled in apparent distaste. "You were asked to show us your Raiderette routine, Coltrane. Not your audition for Amateur Night at Hot Bodies," she snapped, naming the seediest strip club in Taborville. Cori Johnson, who had been beaming with obvious pride, whirled around to look at her co-captain. "Bullshit, Jen. That was a fucking flawless routine. Sure, she might have put a bit more ... pizazz in it. But it was better than any of the others." "Stop licking the soph's twat, Cori," Jennifer said, bringing her disdaining look around to the other girl. "We all know you would say anything to get her on the squad." The two of them glared hatefully at each other. Then Jordan Kates, the other head cheerleader spoke up, breaking the furious silence. "I liked it," she said, her green eyes looking at me rather than the other two. "Perhaps a little saucier in some areas of the routine, but that doesn't change the fact that she's got it memorized. Plus, there's no arguing that she definitely has the passion to be one of us." Her mouth curled into a small smile as she turned her head to look at Jennifer and Cori. "I vote yes." My heart began thudding harder than it had when I was bouncing around like a stripper on crack and a gigantic smile appeared on my face. But why? Personally, I didn't give two shits if Stephanie made the squad. Having to wear the almost-risqu? uniform and shake my ass and tits for a bunch of jock Neanderthals didn't appeal to me in the least. I climbed off the ground, brushing the grass off my butt and legs. I glanced up to see Bobby Lewis softly clapping his hands. The action was inaudible between the celebratory cheers of the girls who were happy I'd made it. His eyes locked onto mine and he winked once as he adjusted the obvious hard-on in his slacks. Bile gurgled in my stomach, making me fight against the urge to vomit. Stephanie may think the sun of sexual gratification rose and set on the administrator's cock, but I couldn't see past the loser dork who'd been the recipient of my previous schoolboy antics. "Congratulations," Nadine said as she walked past me toward the bleachers. "I knew you had her in you." She blew me a kiss and climbed the stairs to plop down next to Sarah. I opened my mouth to retort with something I was sure was going to piss her off when I felt someone grab my upper arm and spin me around. "Here!" Cori said, smile so wide I thought she might immediately vanish. "I believe this is yours." She thrust a clear plastic garment back against my chest. I looked down to see the familiar red and black Raiderette uniform, complete with matching socks, sneakers, and pom-poms. When I looked back up, Cori shrugged. "I didn't have any doubts you were going to make it, so I went ahead and got one of the extra uniforms tailored. I called your dad to see if he knew your sizes. Of course, he didn't have a clue, so he had your housekeeper call me with them." Words escaped me as I realized the lengths the girl had gone to on my ... Stephanie's behalf. Then I felt my face warm and I grabbed Cori into a tight hug. "Thank you! Thank you!" I squealed. Then I released her and held up the bag. Inside was one of the things I'd been lusting after for as long as I could remember. "Congrats," Jordan Kates said as she walked past us, bag on her shoulder. "I had thought we weren't going to bother filling that open spot this year. I'm glad that Cori talked us into giving you a chance." I scrunched up my nose, feeling a little confused. My head turned to look at the seven girls descending the steps from the seating area. All of them were grinning at me and waving. Wasn't someone missing? Biting down on my lower lip, I looked back at Cori. "Weren't there two spots?" I asked. "I thought I got the last open one." She nodded. "You did, Steph," she said. "But there was only the one spot." I rubbed at the back of my head with my free hand, trying to figure out why I'd thought there'd been two openings. Jordan, however, derailed my confused train of thought." "The gathering at my house starts at eight," she said to me. "Raiderette attendance is mandatory." I nodded, unable to stop smiling. "I'll be there," I promised. She gave me a little tilt of her head before wandering off after the rest of the girls. Cori hugged me again. "This is going to be awesome. Just like old times." I practically floated all the way home, despite the fact that Kat wasn't waiting for me in the parking lot after the tryouts. I knew she wasn't a fan the majority of the Raiderettes, and constantly wondered aloud why I wanted to be one of them so badly. Still, I had expected her to stick around to see if I needed my best friend to help me celebrate or provide a shoulder to cry on. When I got home, Michelle was just finishing cleaning the upstairs bathrooms. She looked from my face to the bag in my hand and smiled. "Looks like someone is a new cheerleader," she said. "Shall I make you a special dinner to celebrate?" I shook my head. "No time. I have to get ready. One of the other girls on the squad is having us over for a meeting." I didn't like having to lie to Michelle like this, but I knew she would say a party on a school night was a bad idea. Then she would call Daddy and get him to agree that it would be better if I stayed home. Especially if he knew Tony Johnson was to be my escort to said party. Daddy thought Cori was a sweet as sugar. But he had never been a fan of Tony's. He always claimed the boy "looked like he was up to something." Michelle gave me a slightly curious look and then nodded as she picked up the bucket. "Very well, Miss Stephanie. There are still leftovers if you want a bite to eat before your meeting. As soon as I clean up, I will be leaving for the evening." I went down the hall to my room and closed the door. I hung the cheer uniform in the closet and bounced into the bathroom to turn on the shower. I was so excited I thought I was going to burst. Glancing over at the clock on the nightstand, I guessed I had about an hour and a half before Tony would be ringing the doorbell. Maybe he'll ring some other bell later, a voice in my head whispered. I giggled at the thought and hopped into the shower. While washing, I was momentarily tempted to try a repeat of the previous evening's performance. Only this time, with the grand finale I was denied. However, I could hear the clock ticking down in my head. So, I just finished washing and did a quick shave of my legs and pits. Luckily, I managed to gain silky smooth skin without a single nick or cut. Clad in only a towel, I went back into my room, stopping at the computer sitting on the desk. I felt so jazzed and anxious I thought some music might help me focus. I brought up Pandora, but instead of my usual beats, I called up a 90's college station. My head began instantly bobbing up and down as Third Eye Blind belted from the tiny speakers. I skipped across the room from the desk and sat down at the vanity. It took me a few minutes to decide exactly what look I was going for this evening. I wanted something that said "sexy" without making me look like I was trying too hard. In the end, I went with the barest hint of blush across my cheeks, light terracotta shadow and pearl beige liner for my eyes, and a coat of rose for my lips. Then it was wardrobe time. The first thing I did was rummage around in one of my drawers for some underwear. What I came out with was a pretty matching bra and panty set that still had the tags from Victoria's Secret attached. I remembered it had been Michelle's recommendation. When my growth spurt had kicked in turning my previous A's into D's, she explained to Daddy that I needed new bras that fit my new figure. Daddy, being Daddy, had plugged his ears and given Michelle his credit card. "Please assist Stephanie with purchasing whatever she needs. I don't need to know the how's or why's." The set in my hand had been the last purchase of the day. Michelle had insisted I buy at least one thing that would be more fitting for a woman than a girl. The lingerie was made of black lace, with red stripes along the edges and provided just the barest hint of modesty. When I put them on, I felt like someone out of a magazine. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I turned back and forth, admiring myself as I danced to the retro music. I was in the process of posing alluringly and making kissy faces at myself when the Spin Doctors suddenly cut off in mid-verse. Whirling around, I saw Kat standing next to the desk, one hand on her hip and the other on the keyboard. The look in her eyes would have cowered Godzilla. "Hey," I said as my cheeks grew hot. "What are you doing?" Before she could answer I looked down at myself, then at my refection. The mouth of the girl looking back was gaping open. "What am I doing?" Spinning around, I faced Kat again. "Looks to me like you're doing your best to win a stripping contest." She shook her head and walked over stand next to the bed. "Got a hot date?" "Yes," I said. Then shivered and shook my head. "No. I mean, I don't have a date. Stephanie does. With Tony." "Oh, really?" "They're going to a party at Jordan Kate's house." I said, my face still on fire. "It's a cheerleader get together thing." She nodded, frowning. "I didn't realize Tony Johnson was a cheerleader. Or, at least, not anymore. Looks like you're finally getting what you've always wanted. To be cozy with the In-Crowd." The snide tone was like a slap across the face. "It's not what I want, Kat. It's Stephanie." I shook my head. "She's getting what she wants. She wanted to be a Raiderette. She wants to be popular. Her euphoria over it all is messing with me." She arched a brow. "Is that what happened on the field this afternoon? Stephanie's euphoria got to you?" "You saw that?" "I saw Stephanie show up to tryout to be one of the Raiderettes. Then I saw Nadine walk up and stand nearby. After that, it was pretty obvious which one was in the driver's seat." I looked away. "I had to do it. Stephanie was counting on it." "She doesn't really exist, Stephen!" she yelled, slapping one of the pillows off my bed. "She's the construct of your crazy ex-girlfriend for the purposes of torturing you. I understand that she takes over sometimes, and during those times, you're going to be her. But the cheer routine?" She snorted. "That was all you. You might have fooled Cori and the others, but I know your moves." I shrugged. "Stephanie was in control until Nadine arrived. What was I supposed to do? Run away? She's already dealing with trying to explain certain ... circumstances. How would she ever rationalize bailing in the middle of the tryout?" She sighed, shaking her head. "You're losing yourself. Don't you see that? When Nadine made her changes, she was sure to put Stephanie on the fast track to being popular. Let's review, shall we? Hot body? Check! Flirty attitude? Check! Rich daddy? Check! Meanwhile, I'm stuck with a pair of middle-class hippies, boobs three years from growing in, and a nine-inch cock dangling between my legs. Face it, Stephen. The way things are going, soon Stephanie is going to decide she's too good for Kat. Which will mean the only time you get to come out and play is when Nadine decides." "That's not true," I said, trying to deny Kat's very valid points. "You're Stephanie's best friend. She wouldn't abandon you." She gave me a pointed look. "Wouldn't she? Hell, you're trying to." I shook my head. "I'm not! It's just ... everything is getting all mixed up. In here." I pointed at my head. "Then take some control. Fight against Nadine's programming. You can influence the little bimbo if you just try." "I have!" I protested. "When Stephanie's in control, I'm powerless to do anything outside her norm." "Oh? Then why was Miss New Raiderette jamming to hits from more than two decades ago? I froze, head whipping over to the computer. Why had Stephanie decided to listen to music that had been popular when I was in college? I searched through her memories. Nope, she'd never had an interest in anything older than a couple of years ago. The most dated thing I could find was Taylor Swift's debut album. "I didn't realize," I said. "You didn't want to notice it." She stared at me, like looking at something sad and pitiful. "You were popular in high school, weren't you? And from a well-to-do family?" I shrugged. "I guess. What about it?" She sighed. "I'll give your ex this, she may be crazy, but she sure knows you. She put you in a strange body, true. But she also put that body in a familiar environment. One you were comfortable with." She gestured at the uniform hanging on the closet door. "Stephanie is dying to be popular and adored. It's her driving force. And you can't fight her because you remember being the same way when you were a teenager." I raised my hand, finger pointing at her. "Are you trying to say I want to be her? That I'm giving in to Nadine's game because I was popular?" She didn't respond, just stared at me silently. I sighed, matching her gaze for a few minutes. I didn't know if the whole situation, including her more recent changes, had driven Kat crazy. Her accusations were not only absurd; they were completely off the mark. Then my eyes slipped over to the clock. Some reaction must have appeared on my face because the next thing I knew, Kat was snorting with amusement and giving me an annoyingly superior smirk. "Better hurry and get dressed, Stephanie," she said mockingly. "Tony will be here soon." She turned and started walking toward the door. "Wait," I said rushing over to get between her and the exit. "Where are you going? You can't leave." She shook her head, reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose. "I have no intention of staying here to watch you get all dolled up to go out with Tony Johnson and hang around with that pack of stuck up bitches you're so keen to worship." "I'm not going to go," I said, crossing my arms over my chest and trying to ignore how good the lingerie felt. "I'm staying here with you." "No, Stephen, you won't. When Tony rings the doorbell, you're going to answer it and leave with him because that's what she wants to happen. You won't be able to say no to her any more than you could this afternoon." She laughed. "I mean, what's going to a party for her when you've already shaken your tits and wiggled your ass on her behalf?" Before I could respond, she nodded at my attire. Or lack thereof. "So, you better throw something on, girlfriend. If you let Tony in the door with you looking like that, the two of you won't make it to Jordan's." "Kat..." "No, Stephen. I've spent two really horrific days trying to get us out of Nadine's sadistic web while you continue to roll around in it. At this rate, it's only a matter of time before you're completely trapped. I hope not, but right now, I need to take some kind of break." She pointed at herself. "Otherwise, I'm going to go insane. It's been too much, too fast." "Please don't desert me," I said. "I need you." "I know you do," she said as she walked around me and put her hand on the doorknob. "But you don't want me. You want what Stephanie wants." Then something in her eyes turned hard and a wry smile formed on her face. "I'd make sure you have some condoms in your purse. Tony's known among the jocks as the 'Homerun King', and it doesn't have anything to do with baseball." I started go after her, mouth open to tell her that I had absolutely no intentions of anything sexual happening between me and Tony that evening. However, before I could make it a single step, the phone on the bed buzzed. I glanced over at it, just for the briefest of moments. Which was more than enough time for Kat to leave the room. The phone continued to buzz, demanding that I pick it up. I gave the closed bedroom door another glance, feeling like something bad had just happened between me and Kat. However, the Caller ID informed me that Tony was on the other end of the connection, waiting for me to pick up. "Hello," I said as I put the phone on speaker. "Hey, beautiful." Tony's voice was velvety. Like being caressed by a satin sheet. "I'm about ten minutes away. You ready?" "Just about," I said, walking over to the closet. "Just need to finish up. I'll be ready by the time you get here." "Excellent," he said. "Anyone at home besides you?" "Nope. Daddy's still in San Fran and the housekeeper left about an hour ago." "Cool." The sound of a car horn blasted through the phone. "Watch where you're going, you fucktard!" Then a second later. "Sorry. Just hate dealing with all the shitty drivers around here." "Understandable," I said. "Just drive safe and get here in one piece." "You got it, sexy. See you soon." The line went dead. I glanced back at the bedroom door again. Kat had left angry, but I really couldn't fathom why. She didn't have any secret feelings for Tony Johnson, so I couldn't figure out why she'd been so angry that I was going with him to Jordan's house. Was it because she hadn't been invited? She didn't like any of the cheerleaders, so she should be pissed she was excluded. I shook my head to dispel the bad vibes and bounced over to the closet. Tony would be arriving soon and I didn't want to open the door in just my underwear. No matter how sexy it was or how good it looked on me. Chapter Ten "You look super-hot," Tony said as he leaned against the doorframe, his eyes sliding up and down over my form. "Thanks," I said, trying to keep from blushing too much. "I wasn't sure what type of dress code Jordan's party was going to have, so I decided it was better safe than sorry." I had practically destroyed my closet in a desperate attempt to find something that would be perfect. In the end, I had selected a rose pink a-line skirt that stopped a couple of inches above my knees, a tan, ribbed turtleneck sweater, and brown calf-length boots with a two-inch heel. After getting dressed, I'd barely had time to take a curling iron to my blonde tresses when the doorbell rang. I bounded down the steps and through the foyer to the front door. Pulling it open, I saw Tony standing on the porch. He was dressed in a pair of faded jeans, hiking boots, and a black t-shirt beneath a dark blue button-down shirt. His hair was that perfect "messy on purpose" style he wore so well. "You want to come in for a sec?" I asked, stepping back. He smiled wider and came inside, looking around. "Nice place." I detected a little hint of jealousy in his voice. Cori might have been here dozens of times over the years, but this was Tony's fist visit to Casa de Coltrane. "Thanks," I said, feeling a bit embarrassed. Tony's family wasn't poor by any stretch of the imagination. So if he was impressed, then I was happy. He took a step closer, his eyes roving over me again. "Did I tell you you look super-hot?" There was a hint of something strong on his breath. I nodded. "You did. When I opened the door." I gave him an inquisitive look. "Have you been drinking?" He shrugged, looking guilty as sin. A good-looking sin at that. "Maybe. Last time Jordan had a bunch of us over, we sort of got into her dad's liquor cabinet. He found out and was so pissed. He told Jordan the next time it happened, he was taking away her Beemer. So now we have to either bring our own or drink before coming over." I opened my mouth to say that he probably shouldn't be driving if he's been drinking, but he looped his arm around my waist before I could. "Ready to go? Jordan is a bitch about punctuality." Extracting myself from his arm, I hurried into the kitchen, grabbed my purse and phone from the counter, and returned to the front door. "Ready," I said, shoving aside the nagging voice in my head that tried to convince me to ditch the party, call Kat, and make up with my best friend over pizza and "My Big Fat Greek Wedding." "Then let's roll, Pretty Lady." Tony's car was a Corvette convertible. Apparently his dad had bought it earlier in the year on a whim, before deciding that he preferred an Audi. Tony had been driving a three year old Camaro, but took to the 'Vette like a duck to water. He opened the door all gentlemanly, ushering me inside the sports car. When I sat down, I realized that the low-riding vehicle and short skirts didn't go well together. I tugged the hem as far down as I could. When I glanced back up, Tony was closing the door and pretending like he hadn't just looked at my panties. Of course, the thought of him looking at them made me all warm and gooey. And slightly wet. The drive to Jordan's house took about fifteen minutes. Her family lived on the very outskirts of town, in a four-story mansion sitting on almost two acres. When we pulled down the long driveway to the looming house, I noticed a horse trailer near an real, live stable. "Jordan has horses?" I asked. Tony nodded. "Her mother used to be a competitive jumper. Jordan's pretty good in the saddle herself." He chuckled softly, grinning that sly grin. It made me wonder if his assessment of Jordan's riding ability was equestrian at all. He parked the car behind a half-dozen others. I recognized Brad's Mustang, Cori's Eclipse, and one or two more. When I climbed out of the Corvette, I looked over at Tony. "Wow, there's more people here than I thought there'd be." He laughed. "Not really. Even with all the cars, this is small for one of Jordan's parties. Come on." He slipped his arm around my waist again, practically steering me toward the rear of the giant house. Around back, we ascended a flight of steps, passed through a wooden gate, and emerged on the deck of a huge swimming pool. The lights beneath the surface were dark, giving it the impression of not having a bottom. Several lounge chairs were dotted here and there around the deck, as well as a large patio table that could seat ten easily. A splash and a laugh drew my attention to the other side of the deck. In addition to the Olympic-sized pool, there was also an enormous hot tub. As we approached, I could see there were people enjoying the bubbling water. Brad sat against the wall, his arm around Jennifer's shoulder. Next to them was Sarah Stroup and the guy she was dating, Stewart Rollins. Stewart was on the lacrosse team with Brad. Rounding out the occupants of the tub were Mandy Patterson and Johnny Drake. I didn't know them all that well. Mandy was a junior and I was pretty sure Johnny was a senior. They all looked over as Tony and I walked up. Jennifer rolled her eyes, scooting herself closer to Brad. Her body was like the rattle of a sidewinder, warning me away from trying to come near her man. Sarah waved, a silly grin plastered on her face. "Steffie," she said in a voice that had the trace beginnings of a slur. "Get in. The water's excellent." She laughed and moved into Stewart's lap to make some room. I shook my head. "I didn't bring a bathing suit with me." She giggled, leaning against the muscular chest of the boy behind her. "Neither did I." She winked and turned her head to start kissing Stewart. Brad reached up his arm and Tony slapped his open palm. Jennifer continued to glare at me as if she might be able to set me on fire just by staring hard enough. I resisted the urge to give her the finger and looked at Sarah. "Where's Jordan?" "Inside," she replied, taking a break from tongue-wrestling Stewart. "Last I saw, she was running the table on Michael Jacobs." I looked at Tony. "I'm going to go in and say hey to Jordan." He nodded, slapped Brad another high-five, then scooped me into his arms, lifting me off the deck. "Tony!" I screamed, using my hands to hold my skirt against my legs to keep from flashing everyone. He just laughed and carried me across the concrete surface to a pair of French doors. He opened one side and nodded his head to the left. "Down that hall, second left is a staircase that goes down to the basement. Rec room is at the end of the hall." He tilted his head back toward the jacuzzi. "I need to discuss something with Brad, babe. I'll be down shortly." Then, before I could even move, he leaned down and kissed me. The shock of his action made me gasp slightly, which opened my mouth wide enough for him to slip his tongue in. He tasted of strawberries and something smoky and tart. Either whiskey or Scotch, I guessed. The kiss only lasted a couple of seconds, and when it ended, I was too stunned to respond. At least, voluntarily. Involuntarily, I could feel the dampness growing between my legs. I thought he was going to kiss me again, but the sudden explosion of whooping and yelling from behind us squashed any encore. He winked and then spun around to saunter back to the other six attendees. I watched his ass in those tight jeans for a moment. Then I shook my head and went inside. The room where Jordan hustling was easy enough to find. When I entered, she was just lining up her last shot. She struck the cue ball with a practiced stroke, sending it careening into the black one sitting in the middle of the table. The cue bounced off one of the rails, rebounded, then struck the side of the eight with a slight spin. The collision sent the cue twirling away slowly while the black ball rolled to one of the side pockets. "That's ten bucks times three, fellas," she said as she put the stick on the table. "Pay up." The trio around the table, one of them still holding his own stick, grumbled and pulled some bills out of their pockets. They threw them on the table and filed out of the room, complaining about women playing pool. Jordan scooped up the cash, stuck it in her pocket, then looked at me. "Hello, Coltrane. Have any trouble finding the place?" I shook my head, walking around the table as I caressed the green felt. "Tony picked me up." She gave me a nod that said more than just acknowledging my method of arrival. "Good," she said, moving around the table to sit on the back of a nearby sofa. "I hope you have a good time this evening. But before we go back upstairs and really get this party started, I think you and I need to talk." I swallowed the nervous lump that appeared in my throat. "Okay. Sure." She crossed her arms over her chest. "You made it on the squad by the skin of your teeth. Your routine was good, but a little sloppy in a few places." When I started to explain that I wasn't really sure what I'd done, she held up her hand. "It was just barely good enough to earn you that spot. It also didn't hurt that Jennifer was so dead set against you that it was hard to not vote for you." I nodded, trying not to let any disappointment show on my face. I hated being a means to get back at someone. Revenge is never the wisest course of action. "That being said, you're now a Raiderette. The first sophomore to be one in over twenty years. Now, once you've been accepted, there are only three ways to be dismissed from the squad. One, you miss two practices or a single game. We're there to get the fans pumped. That means being there to make sure you've got the moves down and being there to show them off when it counts." "Okay," I said. "I will be at every one." "Two," she continued. "Engage in what we call 'behavior unbecoming'. That means, act like you have some class. Being one of us is a privilege. Only the upper crust of Taborville High even get considered for the squad. And three, by a two to one vote of the captains." She gave me a sly look. "I think it's safe to say that Walters is never going to be your ally. She's too afraid you're going to upset her status. Ridiculous, since you're only a soph." "She thinks I'm trying to steal Brad away from her," I said. "Which would dethrone her as head girl of Taborville High. If she can't keep her boyfriend, she can't keep her title." She shrugged one shoulder. "On the other side of that, we have Cori. I think you could probably stab someone in front of her and she'd still think only the best of you." I nodded. "Which, like at the tryouts, leaves you to be the deciding vote. So I best not get on your bad side, right?" She smiled. "Pretty, smart, and flexible." When we went back upstairs, everyone who'd been in the hot tub was in the entertainment room, sitting either on the floor or on one of the giant plushy couches arranged around an onyx coffee table. Tony was sprawled on the floor, poking Cori in the back with the toe of his boot. She was trying to talk to Sarah and kept turning around to slap at her brother's leg. When Cori spotted me, she pointed at him. "You brought him, Coltrane. That makes you responsible for him." She gave Tony another glare. "Try to make him behave." The football star laughed, looking from his sister to me. "I'm out of everyone's control, Sis," he said, winking at me. "Don't ask my date to do the impossible." He patted the empty spot next to him. I sat down, and he slipped his arm around my waist, fingers lightly brushing across my knee. I shivered at the touch and bit down for a moment on my lower lip. There were snacks and drinks set out on the table, though I noticed a few of the guys had small coolers sitting on the floor next to them. Brad reached into his and pulled out a bottle of beer. He handed it to Jennifer, then pulled out a second. This one he offered in my direction. "Coltrane? Beer?" I shook my head, deliberately not looking at the furious gaze of the brunette straddling his lap. "No thanks. I'll just have water." I took one of the bottles from the table and twisted it open. "Figures," Jennifer grumbled. "Little baby girl too afraid to have any fun." I nearly threw the open bottle of LeBleu at her head. Of course, that would have soaked Brad and Jordan's couch. So, I opted for another course of action. I turned to Tony and batted my eyelashes at him. "Do you still have any of what you were drinking earlier?" His eyes widened in surprise, and I could see Cori sit up a bit out of the corner of my eye. I continued to stare up at him, almost pleadingly, until he finally nodded. "Here you go," he said as he reached back to pull a small glass bottle out of his back pocket. The contents inside were almost half gone and were a brownish copper color. He handed the bottle to me. "It's Wild Turkey," he said as if that should mean something to me. "Go easy with it." I nodded and twisted the cap off the bottle. The aroma that drifted from the opening smelled a lot stronger than it had on Tony's breath. It was as if someone had managed to bottle pain and sell it to the public. I held the flask in my hand for several long seconds, psyching myself up to actually follow through on my boast. I knew I'd captured everyone's attention, and if I wussed out, I would never live it down. Steeling myself, I looked over to the couch, locking eye with Jennifer Walters. Then I put my mouth over the opening, tilted my head back, and took a large swallow of the liquor. The solution stung my mouth, tasting like turpentine. As it went down my throat, it felt as if I'd decided to quench my thirst with lava. My eyes watered like nothing before and a choking sensation roared up my windpipe. The inability to breathe nearly caused me to panic. However, Tony deftly removed the bottle from my hand before I could drop it onto the probably expensive rug, and began to slap me lightly on the back. "Easy, Steph," he said, as the pounding turned into a light tapping. Then into a slow caress. "That stuff's potent." I nodded, eyes closed as I continued to cough in short, barking gasps. I heard Jennifer snicker and say something about "weak underclassmen." Jordan responded by telling her to take a shot if she was so tough. Amazingly enough, the offer was denied. "You okay?" Tony whispered against my neck. His breath tickled my ear and the hand on my back tickled something lower. I nodded again, coughing twice more before finally getting everything under control. My stomach wasn't very pleased with what I'd done, but settling back against the beefy football player made other parts rather happy. We sat around for about an hour, talking back and forth about a myriad of topics. Upcoming tests we weren't looking forward to. Television shows we either liked, hated, or were indifferent about. When the conversation rolled around to cheering our practice schedule, the guys decided to remove themselves from the room. They all went outside, stripped down to their underwear, and jumped into the pool. Within minutes, a rousing game of water volleyball was taking place. Once all the boys were gone, Jordan got this mischievous look on her face and she glanced over at me. "I think we should play 'Never Have I Ever'. You know, so we can all get to know the new meat." Everyone thought that was a great idea. No one more than Jennifer Walters. As we all gathered closer around the table with a beverage before us, she leaned forward and locked eyes with me. "Never have I ever," she said, "made out with someone else's boyfriend." I didn't raise my water bottle. However, Cori took a sip of her beer. "Whore!" Jordan yelled, laughing. "Who's man did you mack on?" Cori frowned. "Freshman year, I let Mark Donaldson kiss me and feel me up. He was dating Rhonda Shields at the time." Everyone booed playfully, though Sarah mentioned that Mark was pretty much a horn-dog who tried to nail everything he could. The game continued. Some of the questions were rather tame, the rest downright raunchy. Luckily, the never evers of a more carnal nature didn't seem to include anything I might have done. Until it did. On one of Jordan's turns, she grinned wickedly. "Never have I ever given a guy head and swallowed." Cori, Jennifer, Sarah, and Melinda all picked up their beers and took a drink, looking at each other with embarrassed, guilty expressions. Then I picked up my water bottle and every face turned to me. "Stephanie?" Cori said with noticeable disbelief in her voice. "You've ...?" Her eyes darted over my shoulder to the plate glass window that overlooked the pool and the boys in it." I shook my head, warmth spreading across my face. I mentally kicked myself for answering the round with the truth. "No, not Tony. It was, uh, someone else." Jennifer shook her head, snorting again. "I bet it was MLD. Right, Coltrane? I figured you two were far too close to be just friends." Her smile turned to venom. "Tell me, could you put the whole thing in your mouth or was it just too big?" I flinched, mouth dropping open. The vitriol coming from the stuck-up cheer captain was nothing new. From the very first time Brad Jenkins' eyes noticed me, his girlfriend had made being horrible to me her life's mission. The sad part was, neither he nor I had ever done anything more damning than simple flirting. "No," I said when I finally found my voice. Squeaky as it may be. "It wasn't Kat. It was ..." Before I could incriminate Principal Lewis as the owner of the swallowed spunk, Cori practically threw herself into Jennifer's face. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Walters? You don't like Stephanie? Fine. Don't like her. But I'll be damned if I'm going to sit here and watch you piss on her just because you're mad she made the squad!" She glanced over at Jordan, who seemed to agree with her. "We were playing a game, dumbass. A way to have some fun and put our new recruit at ease. You just had to go and turn it into a shit-storm." Jennifer's face scrunched up in fury and she glanced around at the other girls, looking for someone that was allied with her. Unfortunately, she found that everyone else was staring at her with the same uncomfortable look. Apparently, Jennifer's power within the group depended on support from either Cori or Jordan. Without them, she was completely out of luck. "Fuck it," she said as she downed the rest of her beer and set the empty down on the table so hard I thought it was going to shatter. "I think I've had enough of you bitches for one evening. Good night." She stood up, grabbed her purse, and stomped off to the back door. From outside, we could clearly hear her tell Brad that they were leaving. He must have protested, because her response was to tell him he could either get his ass out of the pool or else he could jerk off by himself. A few minutes later, we heard Brad's Mustang fire up and pull away. "Sorry about that," Cori said, putting her arm around my shoulder. "I had hoped that you showing Jennifer that you had Raiderette potential would help to bury the hatchet. I didn't realize how much she doesn't like you." I shrugged, then looked at Jordan. "You know, if it's going to cause problems, I can just join the squad next year. After she graduates." The other girl looked at me for a moment, then shook her head. "Nope. You've earned your spot. Walters can either get over it or die mad." About an hour after Jennifer and Brad's departure, most of the rest of the squad decided it was time to leave as well. Two boys, their names escaping me, went downstairs with Jordan and Heather Blake. As they descended out of view, I heard one of the boys asking Jordan if she knew which end of the pool stick was the one used to hit the ball. Those guys didn't stand a chance. Cori left, reminding me of the practice after school the next day and that I was supposed to wear my uniform all day on Friday. She seemed so determined to make sure the duckling would be ready to fly I didn't have the heart to tell her that I already had the practice schedule committed to memory. I went outside to find Tony lounging by himself on one of the deck chairs. He had put his jeans back on, but not his shirt, and I couldn't not look at the way the muscles of his chest rose and fell with his breathing. When I reached him, I sat down on the edge of his chair. "Everyone else has left. Mostly." He nodded, giving me a smile. "Guess we should leave too?" The wave of alcohol that came off his words nearly knocked me out. "Tony, how much did you have to drink?" He shrugged. "After Jennifer dragged Brad off by his balls, the rest of us decided to play a little beer pong. Only with liquor." I frowned. There was no way I was going to get into a car with him in his condition. Shaking my head, I stood up and held out my hand to him. "Let's go inside and rest a bit before we leave." I figured if he slept for a couple of hours, he'd be sober enough to take me home. Sure, I'd be exhausted in the morning, but at least I would safe. He stood up, swayed a bit, then scooped me up into his arms like he had when we arrived. "I have a better idea," he said as he began moving toward the undulating water. "Let's go for a swim." I shook my head rapidly from side to side. "Tony, I don't have a bathing suit." We were feet away from the pool's edge. "Tony! Tony, I'm fully dressed." He simply laughed and stepped off the deck into the water, carrying me with him. A little later, we were in the pool house, waiting for our to get dry. After my dunking, we splashed each other for a bit. Then I told him I was getting cold and had water in my boots. He had climbed out of the pool himself before reaching down and helping me out. Once I was back on the deck, drenched to the bone, he leaned in and kissed me. Our tongues swirled around each other as I threw myself into the lip embrace. His mouth was soft, still tasting of whiskey. After a few seconds, I felt a heat forming between my legs and I broke the kiss. "Have to save something for later," I said. Now, wrapped in a huge beach towel, I sat on the dryer, letting the residual heat warm my chilly bottom. Tony came back into the laundry room, a smaller towel wrapped around his waist. He opened the door and reached in to test the dampness of the garments. "Almost done," he said as he closed the door and restarted the machine. Then he moved to stand in front of me, bringing his hand up to tuck some still-wet strands of blonde behind my ear. "You're gorgeous." I blushed nudging him with my hand. "You're drunk." He shook his head. "Not anymore. The swim sobered me up." He looked into my eyes again and leaned forward. I met him halfway and we began to kiss again. Only this time, I didn't stop us and the intensity of it continued to increase. The warmth from earlier returned, this time on steroids. I draped my arms over his shoulders and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. The towel around me fell away, revealing the lacey lingerie I was wearing. He stopped kissing for a half second, glancing down at my near nakedness. Then his mouth was on me again, passionately wrestling tongue to tongue as his hand moved up to cup one of my breasts. The heat exploded into a bonfire, and I couldn't help but realize it had felt that same way in Principal Lewis' office. The thoughts of the things the school administrator and I had done came rushing back and a hot dampness flooded my panties. Tony's fingers pulled down the front of my bra, greedily attacking my hardened nipples with harsh little pinches. I gasped into his mouth, spreading my legs slightly apart to allow him to get closer. The aroma of my arousal filled the air around us. I heard him inhale deeply, and his body froze for a heartbeat. His hand, his mouth, his whole form. Then he started fondling and kissing me with a force that took my breath away. The pawing at my chest became animalistic in its need. His other hand had moved down to my ass, fingers slipping below the waistband of my panties, cupping my ass in a grip that was pure possession. I moaned again, widening my legs to hook them around his hips and draw him in against me. The towel around Tony's waist did nothing to hide how turned on he was. I could feel his hardness pressing against my sopping wet pussy with only the thin satin keeping him from penetrating me. "Goddamn, I want to fuck you," he breathed in my ear, rolling one aching nipple around with this finger and thumb. "I want to fuck you so bad." The small room was saturated with the heady musk of my juices, keeping them concentrated. Each breath I took smelled like the aftermath of a marathon rutting session. I rolled my hips, grinding myself harder against him. I had left the house with the full intention of keeping my virginity intact. However, at that moment, I wanted Tony inside me, filling me up with the huge rod poking me. "Take me, Tony. Fuck me hard." I nearly giggled. I sounded like some bad porn actress. Before my amusement could spoil the moment, Tony hauled me off the dryer, supporting me with his hands on my ass. The leaking from my sex had soaked the panties thoroughly, and his hands were slick with it. He sat me down, my bare feet lightly landing on the tile floor. Spinning me around, he bent me over the dyer's companion. I heard his towel hit the floor and I responded by wiggling my ass against his bare crotch. The stiff piece of meat slipped between my ass cheeks. Tony growled softly, like an animal about to mount his mate. The sound of something being licked came to my attention, and I turned my head to see him running his tongue over both his palms. It took me a second to realize he was licking me off his hands. My eyes slid down to see that his erection was enormous. The head was swollen and engorged, with a little drop of pre-cum sliding down the underside. My tongue darted out of my mouth as I started to salivate. Images of me on my knees, sucking Tony as expertly as I had Principal Lewis sent my libido into maximum overdrive. I started to turn around to give the football star a blowjob he'd never forget. His eyes widened as I moved, and he dropped his hands from his face and planed them on my hips, spinning me back around to face the washing machine again. A second later, I felt a tug around my waist and hear the sound of expensive cloth being torn. The panties never stood a chance. Some part of my mind, the part not drowning in a sea of hormones and lust, raised its hand and reminded me of Kat's warning about supplying Tony with a condom. I was sure that someone like Tony, who had a reputation of being a ladies' man, always carried protection. I was also just as sure that there was no way he was going to press pause and hunt for one. Not in the state of arousal and need he was displaying. I felt the head of his cock pressing against the tight, slickened opening of my pussy. I bit down on my lip, heart pounding from both the insatiable desire to get fucked like a cheap whore and the concern that losing my maidenhood was going to hurt. He thrust his hips forward in an apparent attempt to shove himself down to the hilt inside me. However, his dick slipped through the wet folds and missed the opening completely. Growling he tried another attempt at skewering me. The second verse really was the same as the first. "Goddamn," he grumbled. "You're so fucking wet and tight, I keep missing." "Keep trying," I pleaded as I did my best to line up my Slot B with his Tab A. "I need you inside me ... Tony." I winced as I realized I'd nearly called him Robert. For him to discern I was having fantasies about our principal fucking me raw, would most likely end this session with both of us frustrated. He grunted and ground against me once more. To no avail. It was as if there were some kind of invisible force field around my pussy that kept it from being invaded. After my failed attempt at self-gratification the previous evening, I didn't want this moment to end without a climax. If I went home hot and bothered, still unable to rub one out, I was going to be climbing the walls. After three more attempts at shoving his cock into my dripping sex, he snarled something unintelligible. Then I heard him clearly when he said ... "Fuck your stupid cunt, bitch. Looks like a trip to the other hole." The second the words left his mouth, I felt that humongous, glorious cock slide between the hemispheres of my ass, stopping right at the tender entrance between them. I opened my mouth to tell him no. I'd no more than uttered the first syllable when he pushed himself into me through the back door. I wailed as it felt like he'd just split me in half. I guess it was pretty lucky that all the previous tries had coated his rod in a liberal helping of my juices. Probably not as good as actual lube, but better than dry, I was sure. He sank all the way in me as deep as he could. Then he withdrew until only the head was still inside. He grunted, inhaling deeply, before shoving himself into me again. My cries of pain quickly morphed into moans of passion as Tony fucked my ass like a professional. Each thrust sent shivers up my spine and a rush of electricity to my cunt. I took one hand off the washer and reached down between my legs to attack my clit. Each time I moaned, Tony pumped himself in and out, pushing me closer to release. "Yes, Tony. Fuck my ass hard, big boy." In and out. In and out. Tony worked my ass with a steady rhythm, as if he were a lumberjack sawing a log. I pinched my clit, dragging my nail over the sensitive nub. My orgasm was staring me in the face, counting down until it was going to explode in my soul. Tony worked his hips like a machine, sliding in and out of my ass with the greatest of ease. "Oh God, Tony. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come." He released another grunt, a noise I took to assume meant he was about to come as well. We remained like that for another couple of seconds, joined together as one creature. One that was doing a horrible impression of a dance. Then, I was at the peak, the long drop of sexual release right below me. I opened my eyes, still moaning, and turned my head to the right. Shock slammed into me when I saw Nadine sitting in my previous perch on the dryer. She was leaning forward, hands resting under her chin as her eyes drank in the perverted display before her. Before the surprise of seeing her there, along with the not-so-surprise that I was getting ass-fucked by Tony Johnson, the giant orgasm Stephanie had planted, watered, and seeded, had finally grown ripe. I screamed a heady, lust-filled wail as the dam broke and the beautiful rush of euphoria rolled through me. I felt my toes curl and my back arch with the force of two days' worth of pent up passion. My moans jumped in pitch as the wave finished its initial surge and was immediately followed by the sound of Tony gasping. Suddenly, my ass became full of hot stickiness. Tony continued to buck against me, sending spurt after spurt deep into my anal canal. His release set off another orgasm in Stephanie. I felt my knees try to buckle with the strength of it, but Tony's hands on my hips kept me upright. As his thrusts slowed down and fluids leaked from both of my lower openings, I glanced at Nadine again. She gave me a smile, made the finger and thumb of one hand into a circle, then fucked it roughly with the index finger of the other. Then she giggled silently and mouthed the word "whore" before simply vanishing into thin air. The utter shame and embarrassment I felt about getting my rocks off being fucked up the ass by a man disappeared before I could say anything about it. At least, nothing negative. I turned my head, throwing my damp blonde hair over my shoulder as I looked at Tony. "That was fucking incredible," I said through gasping breaths. As great as I thought it was, that damned voice in my head screamed with unbridled anger.