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Revenge of a Goddess, Part VII By Limbo's Mistress Chapter Thirteen After leaving the principal's office, I rushed to my locker and grabbed a spare pair of underwear from my locker. As I stuffed the lacey garment into my bag, I suddenly giggled at the realization that, should my activities with Principal Lewis continue, I was going to need to increase the amount of backup panties I kept on school premises. Hopefully he wouldn't make a habit out of keeping them afterwards. That could get expensive. I darted into the bathroom to change. Since I didn't want to have to explain why I was putting on fresh underwear to anyone who might come in, I slipped into the large, handicapped stall, and locked the door behind me. A few seconds later, my paranoia was rewarded by the sound of the door opening, and the arrival of at least two pairs of feet. I held my breath, moving a little to the right so that my feet couldn't be seen. "Oh Em Gee," said one of the girls. "Did you see Kris Davenport this morning?" "Did I?" responded the other. "He walks past my locker every day. Today, he gave me a little smile, and I thought I was going to cream myself right there." "I hear he's been hanging out with Sarah Stroup lately. Lucky bitch." I bit down on my lip, keeping myself from commenting under my breath. The last thing I wanted was for the two of them to discover they weren't alone in the bathroom. "Maybe? Then again, could be he's just using Sarah. You know, to make someone else jealous." An audible sniff of derision came as a retort, followed by a lightly mocking voice. "You mean, Miss 'Huge Tits, No Brain' Coltrane? Is that the someone?" The first girl chuckled. "That's the one. I mean, how fucked up do you have to be to have someone like Kris fawning all over you when you're flat and plain, then turn around and kick him to the curb when your super-hot body comes in? She's lucky he even bothered to give her the time of day last year." "Not going to argue there. Just be careful about who you share that opinion with. She's a Raidertte now. Fuck with one of them, and you're on the whole squad's shit-list." A sigh. "They're all a bunch of fucking bimbos. The only one with any sort of personality is Jordan Kate." "I know, right? I mean, you could take Cori Johnson, Jennifer Walters, and No Brain and mix them all up and you wouldn't be able to tell any real difference between them." I almost yanked open the door to storm out and inform the pair that I'd heard what they said and that they could kiss any type of social standing at Taborville High goodbye. However, before I could fully formulate what I intended to say, I heard the sounds of their departure. I finished pulling up my spankies, smoothed my skirt, and then stepped out of the stall. I glanced over at the closed door, imaging the two of them drifting down the hallway, still gossiping and whispering about the squad. About me. I looked back at the mirror over one of the sinks. The girl looking back should be excited. She was a Raiderette, which meant she was finally working her way into being one of the school's VIPs. She shouldn't give two shits about what a bunch of nobody girls thought. But I did. I wanted to be pretty and popular. I wanted people to smile when they saw me, and honored when I talked to them. I wanted to be thought of with reverence. Adoration. Instead, I was apparently considered just a big boobed, airheaded bimbo who had been a mega-idiot because she decided to dump the most desired guy on campus. I headed toward second period like a person on their way to the gas chamber. The bell had rung while I was changing, filling the hallway with students. Everyone was in a hurry to get to their next class, supported by the knowledge that the faster the end of the day arrived, the sooner they could start their weekend. People brushed past me, some of them glancing back to stare at the girl who seemed to be trudging through a trough of molasses. When I turned the corner, I was nearly bowled over by a pack of freshmen boys who were busy staring at a group of girls gathered around one of the lockers. One of the boys clipped me on the arm with his shoulder, almost sending me staggering into the wall. A hand grabbed my upper arm before the impact and kept me upright. At the same time, I heard a booming voice issue a warning. "You fucking froshes better watch where you're going. Otherwise, I'm going to kick your asses." "Thanks," I said, turning to look at Tony Johnson. He continued to stare at the quartet, every one of them looking like they had just swallowed a whole watermelon. The tallest of them nodded his head up and down as if it were on a pogo stick. "Yes. We will." Then he looked at me. "Sorry, Stephanie." I rubbed my arm where he had run into me. "It's okay. I'll be fine." Tony glanced over at me for a second, then pointed down the hall as his attention fell back onto the younger boys. "Get lost." The group nearly stumbled over each other to get away from the angry senior as fast as the could. Tony waited until they were gone before turning back to me. "You okay?" I nodded, moving the backpack that had slipped off my shoulder back up. "Yeah. I shouldn't have been walking down the middle of the hallway not really paying attention to anything around me. It wasn't their fault." "Maybe not. But if you'd face-planted into the wall and gotten a black eye before tonight's game, I would have taken it out of their asses." I should have felt a great swell of gratitude that Tony had spared both my face and the freshmen's hides. Instead, I was suddenly annoyed. Who the hell was he to sweep in and play the knight in shining armor. It had been his big mouth about what we'd done in the pool house that had caused Kris to make me a person non grata. Tony flashed me a smile. It was the same one that had charmed the panties off of many a Taborville High girl. Moi included. Then he slipped his arm around my waist and began to escort me in the direction of my next class. "I was wondering if you had any plans for after the game tonight? I think Jordan wants to have a celebration party at her house." I glanced up at him, arching a brow. "Isn't that a bit premature?" I asked. "You guys haven't won the game yet." Tony's eyes widened. As if I'd just told him I was a lesbian. Then he laughed and gave my waist a little possessive squeeze. "That's funny, babe. We haven't won the game yet. Like telling the Army to be worried about getting defeated by a Cub Scout troop." His hand dipped a little lower, moving from my waist to my hip. "So, joking aside. You want to go with me?" I stopped and twisted around, causing his hand to fall away and him to move a few steps past me. "Why would I?" I said in a soft hissing tone. Most of the hallway was empty, though there were still a few stragglers who hadn't made it to class yet. "I went to Jordan's with you a couple of nights ago. I thought something ... special happened between us. Then you acted totally weird on the drive home and told all your little football buddies what we did." I felt heat creeping up my neck from the collar of the red and black shell. Knowing that Tony had bragged about doing me in the butt to all his moronic jock friends was embarrassing all by itself. The added knowledge that, not ten minutes earlier, I had let Mr. Lewis do the same thing, only fanned the flames. The gossip I'd overheard in the girls' room was just the icing on the shame cake. I attempted to stomp past him. To make a dramatic exit. However, I guess he was determined to have the last word. Before I could get away, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the side. My back hit the lockers, the satchel protecting me from any actual harm. Then the large athlete loomed over me. "Look, I'm sorry I said anything to those guys. When Michael Stewart was leaving, he saw us through the open curtains. He said something to Brad. Then Brad was all like "congrats on taking Coltrane's v-card." I just set the record straight." I blinked, my mouth dropping open. "Set the record straight? So, rather than let everyone believe that you took my virginity to protect me from looking like an easy slut, you told them you fucked me up the ass so I'd come across as a dirty whore instead?" The look on his face seemed to say that the consequences of his actions hadn't really occurred to him. "That wasn't my ... I didn't want that to be the case." "Whatever," I said, waving my hand dismissively. "I guess that's better than you questioning if I was a real girl or a tranny." Now the sheepish expression turned to utter confusion. "What? When did I say that?" I rolled my eyes, opened my mouth, then froze. Wait. He had asked me that, right? When he dropped me off at home? I tried to remember the exact conversation, but the more I tried to remember, the more the events seemed to dance away from my grasp. He hadn't said much on the way home from Jordan's. Though, he did keep one hand resting on my bare leg. We pulled up before the house, and I jumped out of the car before it could come to a complete stop. I was mad at him for suggesting that I wasn't a natural-born female. That I'd insisted he take me in the ass to hide the fact that I didn't have a vagina. No, that wasn't right. The topic of my lady parts hadn't even come up. I was mad because ... because ... I couldn't remember. I did, however, remember him climbing out of the Corvette, asking me to calm down and talk to him. Instead, I'd given him the finger and stormed off into the house. What the fuck? Tony leaned in closer, still looking like he wasn't sure what, exactly, was going on. "Steph? Did someone tell you I said you were really a guy?" His voice was whisper quiet, but heavy with the warning that, if someone had falsely accused him of saying such a thing, they were going on a one-way trip to the hurt locker. "Who told you that?" I closed my eyes, trying to rearrange the shuffling memories bouncing around my skull. Stephen. There was that name again. However, as before, trying to delve any further was like trying to swim through a brick wall. After a few seconds, I released a breathy sigh and opened my eyes. "I don't know. Maybe no one. I might have imagined it." He stared at me for another moment, looking into my eyes as if to make sure that I hadn't gone insane or was on some powerful hallucinogen. Before either of us could say another word, the bell over our heads ran, informing us that we were now tardy. "Come on," he said, holding his hand out to me. "Let's get to class before we get sent to Principal Lewis' office." My heart jackrabbited for a moment. What would happen if Tony and I were both sent to see the administrator. Would Mr. Lewis act completely normal due to another student being present. Or would the two of them just ride a train on me? One with his cock in my ass and the other with his meat down my throat? I stopped walking for a brief moment as a flash of heat ignited between my legs. I quickly turned my thoughts away from threesomes in the principals' office to imagining what The Bull looked like naked. It took a moment or two, but the rising desire in my loins fizzled out. "You okay?" Tony asked. I nodded. "Yeah, I think so." Then I gave him a smile. "And yes, I will be your date to the celebration party." When we arrived at the biology classroom, Tony escorted me inside. Then he walked over and talked to Ms. Calhoun. He gestured at me a few times while the thirty-something teacher merely nodded. Something in the way she was looking up at Tony told me she really didn't give a shit about his explanation for my being tardy. She was just enjoying having the handsome football player standing so close to her. Sarah Stroup waited until Tony had left the room before turning her seat to give me a look. I guess seeing Tony and I walk in together, late to boot, made her a little more relaxed about her and Kris. Before she could do anything more, Ms. Calhoun started the day's lesson. I tried to follow along with the lecture on cell division. However, my thoughts kept wandering back to the ride home. Now that I had a chance to actually think, it occurred to me that there was no way Tony would have questioned my womanhood. He might not have been able to get it in, but his hands had definitely felt the goods. Turning the incident, which I was beginning to believe never happened, over and over in my mind, I came to the conclusion that it was the result of all the stress I'd been through this week. The buzz of my phone yanked me back into second period. Discreetly, I pulled the device from my bag and looked at the screen. "u & t 2gether?" It was from Sarah. I glanced up to make sure Ms. Calhoun's back was to the class, then fired off a response. "maybe." It was the only response I could think of. After bio, Sarah and I walked to our next period together. Her Chemistry class was two doors down from where I had Geometry with Mrs. Bellows. Students swarmed past us, many of them spotting our red and black uniforms and responding with a fist thrust into the air and a yell of "Go Raiders!" The excitement of the rest of the student body lifted my moody thoughts and dragged me away from the darkness. "Ready for tonight?" Sarah asked as we neared our point of separation. "Big debut for the first sophomore Raiderette in Taborville High history." I nodded, keeping my smile firmly on my face. I'd spent most of the previous evening panicking about messing up a routine or falling on my face in front of the crowd. I didn't need Sarah piling on any more pressure. "Ready to go." She laughed. "Good." Then she looked at me, a serious expression forming on her face. "You're okay with me and Kris, right? I mean, I know you guys have a long history. Cori told me that you seemed okay with it. With us. Me and Kris, that is." I put my hand on her arm, giving it a squeeze. Deep down, I wanted to put them both around her neck and choke her into unconsciousness. However, I gave her a nod instead. "Yes. Kris and I are just friends now. We had our chance to be something more, but I think it's better this way." Her smile brightened so much I worried I was going to see ugly spots in my vision for days. "Thank you!" she squealed softly as she gave me a hug. "I was worried you were going to hate me." I shook my head. "Nope. All's good on this end." After math, I dumped my stuff in my locker and strolled to the cafeteria unburdened. During football season, all classes ended at 3pm so the students could attend the pre-game pep rally. Being a Raiderette, I now had the luxury of being able to skip the classes I normally had after lunch so I could assist the rest of the squad, along with the football team, get everything prepared. I fell into the lunch line behind Jordan and Cori. The smell of chicken parmesan not only made my tummy grumble, it made me think of all the times I'd made it as part of a special occasion. My head snapped back as the culinary memories poofed into etherealness. I didn't cook. At least, not very well. And certainly not anything as good as edible chicken parm. That was one of the reasons why Daddy had hired Michelle. If we relied on my kitchen skills, we would have starved years ago. "Stop drooling over the menu, Coltrane," Jordan said, giving me a commanding look. "You know it's yogurt and fruit only today." I tried to keep my disappointment under wraps as I nodded in response. "I remember," I said. The previous year, one Raiderette had decided to eat a regular meal on Game Day. Baked spaghetti, if I remembered correctly. Afterwards, that same girl had done two cartwheels and a backflip before spewing the contents of her stomach all over the ground in front of the cheering crowd. Since that night, Jordan Kates had issued a decree that all Raiderettes would eat only light, easily digested meals before kick-off. Once the game was over, they were free to scarf down whatever they could get into their mouths. The double entendre wasn't lost on anyone. Especially the guys. I did my best to not look at the rich, thick marinara-covered chicken breasts. Or the steaming piles of angel hair pasta next to them. Instead, I grabbed a banana, an apple, and a container of blueberry yogurt. I put them on my tray, grabbed a bottle of flavored water from an ice-filled barrel, and trudged to the table. Jennifer was already sitting with Sarah. Both of them had opted to bring their own lunches, though neither of them had dared deviate from Jordan's decree. When I sat down next Jennifer, she gave me an odd look. "What?" I asked. "Nothing," she replied, stirring the creamy white yogurt until the cherries at the bottom began to make the container look like a crime scene. "Just wanted to tell you the style looks good on you." I glanced down at my uniform. "Thanks. I still can't believe I'm wearing it." She nodded. "Neither can some of the rest of us." She brought the spoon to her mouth, pausing. "Just don't embarrass us, or yourself, and maybe I'll finally admit you have what it takes. Deal?" I grinned, tearing the top off my own diet lunch. "Deal." A few minutes later, Kris strolled into the cafeteria. Tony and Michael were right behind him. I watched, mesmerized as the three of them joined another five guys at a table across the room. None of them even looked in our direction. "That's strange," I mumbled, tearing my eyes away from Kris to start peeling my banana. "What is?" Cori asked. "Kris isn't sitting with us today," I said, almost absentmindedly. "What are you talking about?" Sarah said, turning in her seat to look at me. "Why would Kris sit with us?" I opened my mouth, the words, "he always sits with us," hovering on my tongue. Then it dawned on me. Kris didn't sit with Cori, Jennifer, and I. It was Kat that I was thinking of. Kat? Kat who? I dropped the fruit, nearly causing my half-eaten yogurt to go flying into Jennifer's lap. The world seemed to get a little dimmer for a second, and I put both hands on the table, hoping I wasn't going to faint. "Steph?" Cori said, leaning in. "Are you okay?" I nodded, clenching my jaw against the wave of nausea. Kat Davenport. The name bubbled up to the surface of the choppy sea of my thoughts. Was that Kris' sister? Kris didn't have a sister. And his mom's name was Rachel. I didn't even know a Kat Davenport. "Hey, Coltrane," Jordan said. "You better not be getting sick." I shook my head, willing myself to focus on acting normal. I blinked several times before releasing a slow breath. The turmoil in my head slowly settled down to something akin to normality. Knowing that every eye at the table was zeroed in on me. I managed to put what I hoped was a genuine smile on my face and looked at each of them in turn. "I'm okay," I said in the most reassuring voice I could muster. "Just a slight cramp. No worries, though. Still almost two weeks until the red tide arrives." The rest of the table gave me an understanding nod, but Jordan continued to stare at me as if she had x-ray vision. "You sure?" she asked. I nodded again. "One hundred percent positive, Captain. I guarantee that I will be in perfect shape for the rally and the game." She continued to stare for another couple of seconds, then gave me a smile. "Make sure you are." After lunch, Jordan instructed us all to get anything from our lockers that we didn't plan on doing without for the weekend, then meet her in the gymnasium. I went to the trash can to dispose of the remains of my meal. When I glanced up, I spotted Sarah and Kris heading through the door that led in the direction of the Quad. Unable to control myself, I stared walking after them. I didn't really want to spy on whatever they might be doing. I was done with Kris, from a girlfriend standpoint, and what he did with his new girlfriend wasn't any of my business. Still, the compulsion to be near Kris was totally overwhelming. Just as I put my hands on the bar that would open the door, I heard someone call my name. I slowly turned around to see Tony standing on the other side of the room. He waited until he knew he'd got my attention, then waved me over toward him. I glanced once more at the door, then abandoned my pursuit of my ex and his new beau to saunter over to the handsome football player waiting for me. As I grew closer, I noticed the look in his eyes change as he watched me approach. The hunger so prevalent in them a few night prior was back. Maybe not as intense as in Jordan's pool house, but there nonetheless. Seeing him wanting me caused a little extra sway in my hips with each step, sending the hem of the skirt swishing against my thighs. I stopped right in front of him and turned my face up toward his. I batted my eyelashes a few times, and purred. "Yes?" Tony didn't immediately respond. Hell, he didn't even move. He just stood there looking down at me with smoldering desire in his gaze. Then he blinked a couple of times before a grin broke across his face. "Sorry," he said. "Got lost in a memory there for a second." I glanced around to make sure we were alone in the room before I turned around and bent at the waist. Sticking out my ass in his direction, I looked back over my shoulder at him. "Did that memory look something like this?" What the hell was wrong with me? Earlier, I had practically berated the boy for how he behaved after the incident at Jordan's. Now I was teasing him mercilessly. Almost begging for him to drop trow right here and fuck me senseless in the middle of the lunch room. When you factored in the other shit I'd done over the past four days, it all seemed to point to the fact that I was, or was becoming, a big ole slut. Tony's mouth hung open for a second before it snapped closed. He quickly moved around so that he was facing me again, rather than getting a great view of my red satiny bottom. "Jesus, Steph. Don't do that shit." He reached down and adjusted himself as best as he could. However, I could still see the erection pushing against the front of his slacks. He chuckled softly. "At least, not now." "Spoil sport," I cooed, then stood back up and crossed my arms over my chest. "Well, Tony. If you didn't come to stare longingly at my body, why are you here? Shouldn't you be in the locker room getting your two- hour pep talk from Coach Castanza?" He sighed, taking a moment to look me over slowly and appreciatively. "Jordan needs the paints from the art room to do the banners. She sent me to carry them for you." Then he gave me a teasing look. "And yes, I am supposed to be on my way to the locker room. So can we get going so neither one of us is late?" I giggled and wiggled my ass at him again before scampering off toward the cafeteria's exit with the gorgeous jock chasing after me. Chapter Fourteen "Okay, you can put me down now," I said to Tony when we finally reached the art room. After leaving the cafeteria, we had journeyed down the hall for a few minutes before Tony darted in and scooped me into his arms like he had done at Jordan's party. This time, however, he was cognizant enough to make sure the arm supporting me from below kept my skirt in place. No need to flash my underwear until the pep rally. Several students stopped paying attention to their teachers to look out open doors as Tony carried me along like some caveman heading home with his prize of a wife. A couple of teaches saw us as well, but given that it was Game Day, they let us off with just a stern look. The art room was on the second floor and Tony practically jogged up the steps with me in his arms. Even though I knew I only weighed about one- fifteen, it was still somewhat impressive that he wasn't the slightest bit winded when we reached the top. A naughty voice inside my head wondered if he would have that same level of stamina in bed. Tony placed me gently on the floor and opened the door to the classroom, sweeping his hand across the threshold to bid me enter first. There was nobody in the room and all the paints and easels had been put away. When we walked into the supply closet located on the far side of the room, Tony closed the door behind us and immediately swooped in for a kiss. I put my fingers on his lips, grinning as I tried to take a step back. "Now, Tony," I said. "We're here to get paint. Not make out." He smiled against my fingers, then ran his tongue across my palm, wiggling his eyebrows. Then he pulled his head back. "Can't we do both?" I sighed. Never would I have ever guessed I would be turning down a chance to kiss and other stuff with Mr. Tony Johnson. I could remember every sleepover at Cori's house was filled with the fear and excitement that I might run into her big brother in the middle of the night while on a bathroom run. However, I knew that Jordan was waiting and would likely frown upon me taking time out from getting ready for the pep rally to screw around with one of the players. Tony winked and walked off down one of the aisles of shelves, looking for the paint Jordan had asked us to bring. I watched him go, sighed, and then turned around to see someone else was in the room with us. "Tell me," Nadine said with a syrupy sweet voice. "Is it love?" I shook my head, balling my hands into fists, and stepped right up to her. She was wearing a cheer uniform that was almost identical to mine. Only instead of "Raiderette" being embroidered in cursive across her chest, she had "Goddess" spelled out in thick black thread. She was also sporting a pair of black and red striped stockings that came up over her knees, and a pair of red and black stiletto heels. "What the fuck do you want now?" I snapped. The grin on her face slipped away and she glared at me. "How would you like it if I added another cup size to those monsters on your chest and threw in some heavy lactation?" She raised her hand and pointed her finger at my chest. I covered up with my arms, even though I knew it wouldn't do any good to stop her. When I didn't feel my boobs get bigger, I slowly lowered my arms. "Fine," I said, trying not to spit the word at her. "To what do I owe this visit?" Her smiled returned as she lowered her arm. "Much better. Now, that wasn't so hard was it?" She walked past me to look at Tony, who was still looking over the front of the paint cans without the slightest clue about what was taking place behind him. Nadine bent over to check out the football player's butt, whistled, then turned back to me. "Nice work. Even if I do say so myself." "You didn't pop in to stare at Tony Johnson's ass," I said, gritting my teeth. "Is this another visit to pour a little more lemon juice on my wounds?" She giggled playfully. "Has it really been that bad? I mean, other than being a hot chick, you're popular and desired. Two of the things you've always wanted in life." "I don't recall 'ass fucking' on that list." Her eyes widened in mock surprise and then she waggled her finger at me. "Not true. You've never been one to turn down sex. And if anal sex was the only game in town? Well, you were always willing to play." She gestured at me. "The only difference between then and now is that you're no longer pitching." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Very funny." She shrugged to indicate she thought she was hilarious and nodded at Tony. "So, Miss Stephanie's really got her motor running for that one, huh? Which is kind of odd, since he's not that much older than her." "Maybe you aren't as all powerful as you like to boast." "Possibly," she said, turning to look at me. She stared for several long minutes, and when I started to ask her what she was doing, she nodded to herself. "Hmmm, interesting." "What?" I asked. Because when an insane goddess says something she sees in you is interesting, chances are, you wont like what comes next. "Nothing important," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "It's just that the little bimbo is growing on me. It's going to be so sad breaking her heart." I blinked, placing my hand over my chest as an icepick of worry stabbed me there. "What?" She nodded. "Afraid so. I think you were going to give it all to Tony tonight after the game. Her infatuation with that morsel there might have been enough to get past the protection and pop that cherry!" She shook her head, pigtails swinging wildly. "That will just not do at all. He's not the one who gets that honor." Without any further elaboration on what she was talking about, she looked over my shoulder at Tony, blinked, then looked back at me with a smile. "Perfect. Now it's a moot point." I turned to see Cori's brother had already pulled three cans down, setting them on the floor at his feet. He was still hunting for more. I whirled around to look at Nadine. "What did you do to him?" She moved to stand before me and began straightening my uniform. A tug here, picking at lint there. "Now, Stephen, I know how much you like surprises. Though, in this case it's not as rewarding since Stephanie has no idea what's going on behind the scenes." I narrowed my eyes at her. "One of these days, you're going to fuck up, Nadine. You're going to get so full of yourself that you're going to make a mistake. And when you do, I ..." The rest of my threatening speech got lost in sudden sensation of being overstimulated. Mentally, that is. I couldn't think of anything ... literally nothing substantial formed in my mind. I giggled, twirled a long strand of blonde around one finger, and tried not to fall down. Everything seemed so silly. And wonderful. There were pink fluffy clouds drifting in my brain, and they sang a song that was fun and laughter, and lots and lots of sex. Cocks, pussies, tongues. All the lovely things they were capable of, I wanted. Now. Then Nadine was snapping her fingers at the end of my nose, breaking through the fog of idiocy and lust. I shook off the haze in my brain as best as I could, still feeling horny as hell. When enough of the disorientation had cleared I looked at her. "What the fuck was that?" "This is your last warning, Stephen. If you belittle my power again, I'll turn both you and Miss Cheerleader into a horny airheaded bimbo. Then it won't really matter which of you is in control, you'll both be too busy getting fucked six ways from Sunday to care." A chill passed through me at her threat. As much as coming back to myself after doing things as Stephanie sucked, the idea that Nadine would make me just as much a stupid slut as her terrified me. One wrong step and I'd spend the rest of my life giggling and prone, with a dicks constantly being shoved up my snatch. "I'm sorry," I said, hoping it sounded like I meant it. "I won't do it again." Her furious expression instantly turned into a pleased smile and she tugged on one of my pigtails. "Excellent! Now, you should probably finish up with Tony and get to the pep rally. You shouldn't be late now that you don't have to worry about being sidetracked by a roll in the hay with Mr. Hunk over there." She winked and vanished into thin air. I blinked a few times, wondering why I was standing way apart from the paints. And Tony. I skipped over and put my arm around his waist. "So, do we have everything we need?" He patted me on the back before peeling my arm off. "Yes. Jordan wanted red, black, white, and blue. One gallon each should be enough." I looked up at him and winked seductively. "I'm sure we could take a few minutes before delivering this stuff to the gym. We could always say we had to pick the lock on the supply closet." He frowned, shaking his head, then bent over to pick up three of the cans from the floor. He nodded at the fourth. "That one's yours, Steph." He didn't wait for me to respond before heading toward the door. I grabbed the thin metal handle and lugged the heavy can awkwardly as I chased after him. "What's wrong?" He stopped, sighed, and turned around to look at me. "Look, Stephanie, you're an awesome girl. Really. And I know that things between you and Kris haven't been smooth since last year." He sighed again. "But you have got to get over this ... thing you have for me. I was flattered at first, but now it's just creepy and annoying." "What?" I didn't follow what he was talking about. "What's so creepy?" "You. Always flirting and touching and making lewd suggestions of things I should do to you." He shook his head. "Why can't you just deal with the fact that I'm gay and go find yourself someone actually interested in your damned vagina." Gay? Tony Johnson was gay? There was no fucking way I heard that right. However, as the thought appeared in my head, so did a flood of memories. Like Cori informing me about her brother's sexuality the first time I stayed over. "You don't have to worry about him perving on you, Steph," she'd said. "Tony's not into young girls. Or any girls for that matter." As the years went on, Tony just got better and better looking. When he started leading the Raiders to victory after victory, people realized they didn't give a shit who he was attracted to. Just as long as he kept bringing home the wins. When puberty had stuck me last year, I began to flaunt my new assets in his face. I didn't really think I could sway him toward pure heterosexuality. I was, however, hoping to shift his switch to "bi". Of course, as was my luck, this beefcake only had eyes for other beefcakes. "I'm sorry," I said, my face warming. "I was just teasing." He sighed and stopped at the door. "I know that, Steph. And I'm sorry if I gave you mixed signals when I offered to take you to Jordan's party. I knew you didn't have a ride, so I was just being nice." I nodded. "I know that, hon. I think it's just ... still dealing with all these new hormones. They make me crazy at times. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or mad at me." He put down the cans, walked over, and gave me a big hug. Even though our bodies were pressed together tightly, I could feel no spark at all coming from his direction. When he released me, I took a step back. "Thanks," I said. "Now, we better get these to Jordan before she kicks me off the squad." The rest of the group had already torn off large sheets of brown wrapping paper into banner-sized lengths. Sarah, Cori, and Ellie McPhail were writing slogans and encouraging phrases on the paper with Sharpies. When Tony and I came in with the paint, Jordan shook her head. "Took you two girls long enough," she growled at us before looking up at Tony. "Coach C has been in here looking for you already, Johnson." Tony nodded, set the paint down on the floor, then jogged off toward the locker rooms. I watched him go, then looked over at Jordan. "What do you need me to do?" She gestured at one of the completed banners. "Start painting. Brushes are over there. The letters themselves are always black or red. The white can be used as a shader and the blue for the abstract designs around the words." I quickly bounded over to grab a brush, one of the aforementioned banners, and sat down next to the quartet of paint I'd helped liberate from the art room. We managed to get all the signs complete with twenty minutes to spare before time for the rally. Jordan and Jennifer moved the ones that were still wet to the side out of the way. The others were rolled up and secured with rubber bands. I flounced over to the bleachers and sat down next to Cori, who was sipping on a bottle of lemon water. "Hey," I said. "I think I made Tony mad when we were in the art room." "You didn't hit on him again, did you?" Then she didn't even give me time to answer or explain. "Jesus, Steph. You know he doesn't like you like that. If you keep pushing it, he's not even going to be your friend anymore." "I know," I said, frowning. "I don't know what came over me. It was like I was a different person." She shook her head. "This is the last time I do damage control for you. The next time, you may find yourself one friend short." I promised to be on my best behavior from now on. Jordan called us all together right before 3 and gave us our duties. Jennifer and Sarah would be holding the large banner with the names of the whole team on it. The guys would rush out of the locker room on their cue and break through the thin paper as a unit. The rest of us each had a couple of studier signs. Each one had the name and jersey number of a player on it in. We would take up positions around the gym floor and hold up the proper sign each time Coach C called out the player's name. It wasn't until I got to my spot near the foot of the bleachers that I realized one of the signs given to me was for Kris. I almost went to trade with Sarah, but decided that Cori's giving me his sign hadn't been a mistake. At 3 sharp, the bell rang for the last time of the day. Moments later, the sounds of stampeding teenagers filled the air. The doors at either end of the gym burst open and a flood of excited, rowdy students rushed into the large room. As they filled the bleachers, Jordan began calling out to the rest of us. Each number was a pose. "Raiderettes, sixteen!" We all thrust our right arm into the air as we balanced on our right foot. "Eight!" The arm and leg came down, followed by a front kick that was grabbed and held out to the side. "Thirteen!" It went on like that until the last student and member of faculty was seated. Then the pulsating beats of high-energy techno blasted out of the speakers overhead. "Ladies and gentlemen," Jordan yelled into her megaphone "I give you, your Taborville High Raiders!" The length of paper stretched between Sarah and Jennifer exploded outward as over a thousand pounds of athlete rushed out off the locker room. The two girls moved back to keep from getting caught in the wave. The crowd cheered and clapped. The squad and I did backflips, jumping splits, and a tremendous amount of pom-pom shaking. Coach Castanza eventually got the crowd under control before giving his usual speech about sportsmanship and winning. I had a huge smile pasted on my face as I cheered and looked around at the crowd. Eventually, my gaze fell to the empty spot between the bleachers. Right in front of the girls' locker room. Principal Lewis stood there, his eyes locked singularly onto me. As I watched, he pulled something black out of his pocket and too a deep inhale from it before returning it to his pocket. My panties. The dirty old man was sniffing the panties he's confiscated earlier that day like they were some exotic drug. I tore my eyes away from him, and continued to stir up the crowd. Eventually, the rally ended and the players went back into the locker room. The students all filed out, on their way to get something to eat and chill before heading over to the stadium. As for the squad, we had to pick up all the torn bits of paper and gather up the signs for use at the game. I had just stacked my last pile when Sarah walked over to me. I tensed, ready for her to give me the riot act for having Kris' sign. "In case you were wondering, I was the one who told Cori to give Kris' to you. You and he have been friends, like, forever. It only seemed right that you would have it at your first rally." She grinned and patted me on the shoulder. "Of course, I'll be waving it around tonight and at all future events." I nodded. "Of course." But as she walked away, I decided that somehow, someway, I was going to win Kris back. Once we were all done, Jordan dismissed us. However, she gave us strict orders to be at the stadium by 7 o'clock. Sharp. I couldn't speak for the rest, but I planned on being there a little early just to make sure that I avoided her wrath. Cori offered to give me a ride home. When we pulled to the curb in front of my house, I asked if she wanted to come in and hang out for a while. She declined, but promised to come back to pick me up no later than six-thirty. I hopped out of her car, grabbed my bag, and then bounced up the steps to the front door. As I pushed it open, I turned around and waved at the other cheerleader. She waved back, put the Mazda into gear, and drove off down the street. I went inside, closed the door behind me, and headed toward the kitchen. As I strolled past the counter, I dropped my bag on it, then began rooting around in the fridge for another yogurt. Or two. If this was what my stomach was going to feel like on Game Days, I was going to need to make sure I had a huge breakfast before going to school. My hand had just closed around a small container of blueberry when I heard someone come into the room behind me. I expected it to be Michelle. "Well, looks like I owe a certain someone congratulations." I spun around and stood up, huge smile already forming on my face. "Daddy!" I squealed. Then I bounced over to give him a big hug. "You're home!" He wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight. "I caught an earlier flight just so I could be here in time." Another powerful hug, one that pressed me against him. "There was no way I was going to miss my little girl's cheerleading debut." When he released me from his embrace, he took both of my hands in his and pulled my arms out to the sides. His steel-gray gaze drifted up and down my form a couple of times. Then he let go of my hands and shook his head, a wry smile on his face. "I swear, you look more and more like your mother every day. She used to be a Raiderette, too, you know?" I nodded. "I did. Co-captain in both her junior and senior years." He chuckled. "Of course, the uniforms back then had a bit more substance. Left a lot more to the imagination than nowadays." His eyes took in the tight material around my chest and the brevity of the micro-skirt. I gave a little unexpected shudder, then rolled my eyes and plopped down on a stool, opening what was to be my dinner. At least until after the game. "How was Cali?" He grumbled, a frown forming on his face. "Annoying. I thought I was going to have to knock some heads around to get people to understand what the word 'urgency' means." He leaned on the counter, looking at me with a stern expression. "Michelle informed me that Kris came over the other afternoon. Supposedly to study." He arched an eyebrow. "Should I be concerned about you having a boy up in your room?" I shook my head, putting on my sweetest, most innocent smile. "No, Daddy. No need for concern." He studied me for a moment, then nodded with a smile. "Good. Are you catching a ride with Cori?" I nodded. "She's coming back in about an hour so we can get there early." "You're lucky to have a friend like her," he said. "Especially since you can't drive." "I know," I said. "Sometimes I think all I do is bum rides off people." He kissed the top of my head. "No, Pumpkin. People should be happy to be your chauffer." A second later, the phone on the counter next to me began to ring. I saw the caller ID informing us that JoAnn, my father's administrative assistant, was calling. Daddy walked over and looked at the screen before letting out a sigh. "Sorry, Pumpkin," he said, patting me on the leg. "I need to take this." He picked up the phone and answered it with a rather annoyed, "Hello?" I spooned the taste of blackberries into my mouth while my father walked around and around the island, giving terse and stern responses to JoAnn between long pauses of listening to her end of the conversation. I had met JoAnn a few months ago, when Daddy had needed to stop by the office on our way out of town. She was younger than I expected her to be, probably somewhere in her late twenties or early thirties. I remember that she had long blonde hair similar to mine and a trim, athletic figure. She'd seemed pleasant enough, and had to be a relatively capable employee able to meet my father's standards. Or else she would have been fired long before now. Unless she's really good at giving head. I blinked, spoon jammed in my mouth as that thought popped into my brain. My father was a broad-shouldered man, reminiscent of his days on the gridiron of Taborville High. Despite the three decades that had passed since then, he hadn't lost that much definition. I knew that he worked out religiously with both the machines in the basement and the equipment at his company's athletic center. Which meant that he would be just the kind of boss a sultry secretary might like to work under. Or on top of. My pulse quickened as the out-of-the-blue thought was replaced by a crystal clear image. My father's office was on the tenth floor of his building. Being located on the corner, of course, it had two walls that were mostly glass and let in a ton of natural light. Which made provided enough illumination for my imagination to see everything perfectly. Daddy sat in his high-backed chair behind a large oak desk on the far side of the room. His eyes were closed and his head tilted back slightly as he breathed in slow, steady gasps. The collar of his shirt was unbuttoned, tie mostly undone. He looked like he might be having a heart attack, if it weren't for the occasional groaning sound he made. There was no pain in that sound, only pleasure. Cautiously, I walked closer, swinging wide as I made my way across the carpeted floor. When I had advanced enough that the desk was no longer an obstacle, and I could see what was really going on, I froze. My father's shirt wasn't the only article of clothing in a state of being undone. His pants were pooled around his ankles. His boxers, too. The grip he was applying to both of the arms of his chair would have likely snapped steel. It was as if he were hanging on for dear life. With good reason. Kneeling on the floor at my father's feet was JoAnn. She was completely naked, her French-manicured fingers curled in a light grip on her boss' bare knees. I couldn't see her face, mainly because it was hidden by the blonde strands hanging down that swayed back and forth in opposite rhythm of the up and down motion of her head. JoAnn was sucking my father's cock. I tried to look away, to ignore the way watching the action taking place was making me all hot and gooey. A slow burn started between my legs and gradually spread out to other parts of my body. "No," he growled into the phone, pulling me out of the fantasy just the slightest bit. "I said that the Brockman account was to be sent to Accounting by tomorrow morning. Not the Brookman account." He shook his head, continuing to walk around the kitchen in circles. There was an aura of power around him. Of authority. I wonder if he spanks her when she makes a mistake. Pulls her across his lap and slaps her bare ass until it glows. The new thought in my head sucked me back down into the waking dream. As I stood there, JoAnn was straddling my father's lap. This time she wasn't completely naked. From the waist up, she was wearing the same peach blouse she'd worn on the day I'd met her. True, the blouse was completely open, showing off her not-unimpressive rack. Her bottom half, however, was without a single stitch of clothing. Unless you counted the shiny black pumps on her feet. Daddy raised his hand into the air, paused, then brought it down across one of those milky white globes with a resounding smack that echoed around the room. JoAnn flinched and squealed in pain. "Brockman, you dumb slut. Not Brookman." He slapped her ass again. "Brockman." Again his hand came down. Only this time, the shotgun blast was louder and the noise coming from between JoAnn's ruby red lips was less pain, more pleasure. "Brookman," she said. The word earned her another smack. "If we have to be here all night, we will." Daddy spanked her twice more, in quick succession. "If that's what it takes for you to get it right." The warmth from before was now a full-flickering fire in my loins. I licked my lips, uncaring that I was being an eager voyeur to a sexual encounter that should have sent me running screaming to the nearest therapist. Or at least to the nearest bottle of booze. "And don't forget that I have a meeting with Matthew Taylor at ten tomorrow. Do me a favor and have the files ready this time." The level of agitation in his voice increased. As did the power radiating off him. "He's awful lonely, you know." JoAnn said as she came up behind me and slipped her arm around my shoulders. "Five years since he became a widower. He's not even been out on so much as a date." She nudged me forward with her hip, guiding me with the arm across my back. "I know he travels all the time, and anyone else in his position would hire escorts to help take their mind off their emptiness. But that's not how your father works." Daddy remained in his large leather chair, arms crossed behind his head as he looked at the two of us slowly approaching. The smile on his face was half-amusement, half-desire. "See, for him, sex is meaningless without love. He loved your mother so much. I don't really think there's another woman out there who can give him what he needs to be whole." Then she giggled. "Well, maybe just the one." Another couple of steps. Right as we got to within a couple of feet, I realized that I was no longer wearing my cheer uniform. In fact, I wasn't wearing anything at all. I glanced over at JoAnn, discovering that she was wearing it instead. Only it wasn't the one I'd been dressed in. It was one of the older Raiderette uniforms. The blonde secretary smiled at me. "You want to be Daddy's good girl, don't you?" I nodded, wondering if the flames licking at my soul were going to consume me entirely. Leave a smoldering pile of ashes where I had been standing. It would be a glorious burning. She leaned in and placed a mostly chaste kiss on my lips. Then, putting her hands on my shoulders, she turned me around to face my father. He was sitting in a very relaxed pose, smiling up at me as if he weren't mostly naked. I tried not to look at his manhood, but my eyes wouldn't close. My head wouldn't turn. "Are you my good girl, Pumpkin?" He asked, his eyes flicking down to his privates and back. I nodded, swallowing the thick lump in my throat. After all, didn't want anything to get lodged in there. Well, anything other than the one thing. "Yes, Daddy," I said. "I am always your good girl." His smile widened. "Prove it." JoAnn pushed down on my shoulders, guiding me to my knees on the carpet. Just as I was bringing my gaze from my father's piercing eyes to the large meat rod I knew was waiting for me, the sound of my name being called snapped me right back into my seat in the kitchen. "Stephanie? How does that sound, sweetie?' His voice ripped me back to the moment. My grip on the spoon hovering halfway to my mouth was nearly tight enough to bend the metal utensil. Under the table, my knees were pressed together as if attempting to merge into a single limb. Or a mermaid's tail. Of course, neither action did a single thing to stop the raging inferno taking place between my legs. "What?" I croaked, finally looking at him. He gave me an odd look, the smiled. Which only made my pulse that much faster. "I said, 'why don't we grab a pizza after the game and come home?' That way, we can get a chance to spend some time together since I've been gone a few days." I nodded my head, feeling beads of sweat forming along my forehead, the nape of my neck, and under my arms. The wetness in other places was most definitely not due to sweat. "Great!" he said, giving a little laugh. "It's a date." He walked over and gave me a one-armed hug. That lasted several seconds longer than the norm. He sniffed once, twice, then slowly released me. As his arm retracted, I felt his fingers glide along the back of the cheer shell. Right over the strap of the bra beneath. "I'm going to run upstairs and take a shower before heading to the game. I'll see you there, okay?" I nodded again, not trusting myself to speak any more. He gave me a curious look, sniffed, then let his eyes drift lower for a second or two. Then he smiled again and strolled out of the kitchen, heading up the stairs to his bedroom. I didn't move a muscle, or unclench my lets. Once I heard the water start running, I breathed a harsh sigh and put my head in my hands, trying to deny what had just happened. The problem was, the more I looked for some type of rational explanation, the more I realized I couldn't come up with any answers. Save one. One I didn't want to admit or acknowledge. However, there was no way to avoid the realization that slammed into me at two hundred miles per hour. "Oh fuck," I whispered to the empty room and uncrossed my trembling legs. The air around me immediately became flooded with the heady scent of my overwhelming arousal. "Fuck. Fuck Fuck. I'm horny for my fucking father." Author's Note: Thanks for reading my little demented tale. The story will continue. However, in the interest of fair warning. It will get darker and more depraved in the next chapter. Sincerely, Limbo's Mistress