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Revenge of a Goddess, Part IX By Limbo's Mistress Chapter Seventeen Mr. Davenport wanted to fuck me. I could tell by the way his pinky finger kept grazing the side of my thigh, right at the hem of my skirt, each time he shifted gears. Not to mention, whenever we stopped at a traffic signal, he cut his eyes over at me, examining my chest while trying to not seem overtly obvious about it. The biggest clue, however, was the fact that the crotch of his pants was visibly tented. I didn't want to smile. I didn't want Kris' dad to have an erection because of me. I didn't want him to be driving down the road, leering at me from the driver's side, while he imagined bending me over the hood of his expensive car so he could fuck me silly. Unfortunately, smile I did. A coy little, sultry grin that let the man playing with his shifter that I knew what he was thinking about. And I liked it. We re-entered the nicer part of Taborville, leaving Burnside behind. "So," I said in a soft voice, turning just a bit in my seat to look at him. "What sort of business did you have to take care of that provided you with the miraculous chance to provide assistance to little me?" He grinned, shifting gears again. Only this time, rather than just caressing my leg with his finger, he placed his palm on top of my thigh. I had to suppress a little giggle. Hadn't I just been in this same situation a few hours earlier? Riding in a car with someone just aching to make me their sex toy? "I had to deliver some documents to a client. Since I wasn't about to miss the game, I decided to handle it afterward." Marcus Davenport was a lawyer. I could recall being in Kris' house and standing in his father's study. The number of legal books filling the shelves was more than a little impressive. Daddy had mentioned one time that Marcus was so good at what he did, he would have been able to get a pardon for Judas Iscariot. "Awful late for delivering a legal brief, don't you think?" I didn't even consider removing his hand. He would probably just put it back. Besides, I liked feeling it there. Possessively. "Normally," he responded, giving me a playful wink that turned my nipples into diamond shards beneath the cheer shell. "But the client is the owner of Hot Bodies. So, you might say it was during business hours." "Oh," I said. "I guess they were going strong when you were there, huh?" I made sure he was looking at me before I looked down at the bulge in his pants. My lower lip pouting out just a tiny bit, as if concerned his arousal was because of someone other than me. The hand on my leg squeezed lightly. "I suppose. Charlie and I met in his office on the second floor. Didn't really take the time to see how busy the main area was." I nodded, moving my legs just the tiniest bit apart. "Oh," I said again, using my most innocent voice. "Are place like that usually ... busy?" He shrugged as he let his hand slide down to the inside of my thigh. "They can be. The biggest worry is having illegal workers." "Illegal? Like foreigners?" He laughed. It was a rich, throaty sound that tickled me right in the lady bits. I could imagine hearing that hearty chuckle while relaxing against him in a tangle of sweaty sheets. His hand moved down my leg an inch or two. "No. As in underage. Young ladies who decide to work in establishments such as Charlie's have to be at least eighteen. However, not all of them have valid ID, and it's kind of difficult these days to tell if a girl is of legal age just by looking at her." His eyes slid over to stare at my chest for a few seconds before they returned to watching the road. "Some girls develop faster than others. The law really frowns on underage girls taking their clothes off for money." Stripper. I could do that. If I really needed the money, that is. I could easily prance around in a g-string and high heels. Letting guys stare at me while I swayed and gyrated to some hardcore tunes. I'd cause so many guys to go home hard and horny. Not to mention I'd probably make more in a single night than the other girls made in a week. Of course, Daddy would shit a brick and put me under lock and key for twenty years if he caught me doing something like that. Mr. Davenport continued to caress the inside of my thigh as he turned us into an upscale subdivision. For a second, I thought he was going to drop me off at my house. His presence had started a pile of embers between my legs, and his touch had fanned the flames. The wetness beneath the satin panties hadn't soaked through yet, but it wouldn't be long before it did. If I had to go into my house in my current state, Daddy wouldn't have to try to coerce me into anything. I would most likely rape him upon sight. Fortunately, the Mercedes sailed right past my address, continuing up the block before turning right. Another three streets over, the handsome attorney whipped the car into a driveway, then pulled to a stop in the garage. Kris' dad turned off the engine and looked over at me. I responded by looking out the window at the half-empty bay before turning back to him. "Aren't you taking me home, Marcus?" I leaned slightly toward him. "I mean ... Mr. Davenport." His Adams apple bobbed up and down before a little smile broke across his face. "Of course, Stephanie. I just needed to check on something here first." He slowly pulled his hand from between my legs, fingers gliding over the top of my thighs. "Would you like to come inside for a moment? Maybe get something to drink?" I nodded, licking my lips. "That would be great. Thanks." We went into the house. Right off the living room was a sports room with a pool table, a large screen television, and several animal heads mounted on the dark red walls. The floor was polished hardwood, and there were two large leather sofas in the middle of the room. An obsidian coffee table sat between them. Mr. Davenport brushed past me, one hand palming my ass for a moment, and strolled over to a fully-stocked bar on the far side of the room. Moving around behind it, he glanced over at me. "Something to wet your whistle?" I shook my head, putting my bag down on the table before lowering myself onto one of the sofas. I tucked my knees beneath me and sat up tall, pushing my chest out in what I hoped was a sensual pose. Even if it wasn't, the look in Marcus' eyes as he stared at me made me feel flush from my head to my toes. He wanted me. "No thank you," I replied. "My ...whistle ... is wet enough already." He laughed that manly laugh again and dropped two ice cubes into a glass before filling it with a golden liquid poured out of a crystal decanter. Swirling the beverage around in one hand, he walked over to sit down beside me on the sofa. He took a sip of his drink, then his eyes moved off me to the bag on the table. He leaned forward and took something out of the open satchel. My phone. He stared at the broken glass on the front for a moment, then turned it over to read the message on the back Sarah Stroup had left me. A wry smile formed on his face as he put the phone back into the bag and turned to look at me. "Any truth to that?" he asked, nodding in the phone's direction. I shook my head and placed a hand on his leg. The erection wasn't as visible now, but that didn't mean I couldn't bring it back with a little effort. "No, it's not." He took another sip of the liquor, putting the glass down next to my bag. "So, you're saying you're not a slut? Because, I have to tell you something. I'm good friends with Robert Lewis. And Bobby, well he's told me a few interesting things recently." I froze for a moment. Principal Lewis told Marcus Davenport about me? About the things I'd done in his office? Did he embellish the events, or give Marcus an accurate play by play? I pouted. "Principal Lewis should keep matters that take place in his office confidential," I said, moving my hand up the older man's leg. "As his attorney, I would have to agree. Things like what he's mentioned to me could be bad for a lot of people if anyone ever found out." He glanced down at my hand, then grinned at me. "Of course, that doesn't counter the claim made by whomever defaced your phone. Someone had labeled you a slut, but you deny it. It's a matter of hearsay." I smiled as sweetly as I could, despite the fact that my panties were practically soaked and every nerve in my body was vibrating like a guitar string. I moved my hand up to fondle the semi-stiff rod in his pants. Semi-stiff, only for a few seconds. It was quickly at full mast. "I am not a slut, Marcus. Sluts fuck everyone they can." Keeping my hand in place, I leaned closer. I stopped just a couple of inches from his face, my eyes locked onto his. The lump in my palm was throbbing and incredibly hard. My movement had exposed enough of my bottom that the aroma from between my legs was filling the air around us. Somehow, I knew it would probably have the same effect on the man sitting next to me as it had on Cori in the car. "I couldn't possibly be a slut," I purred, licking my lips. "Because I haven't fucked anyone ... yet." I hadn't thought the steel rod under my hand could get any bigger or harder. However, as soon as I'd finished revealing my innocence to him, Marcus' grunted slightly, and I felt a powerful twinge come from his dick. Within a second, something a little damp appeared in my palm. Apparently, Marcus was primed and ready. He stared at me, looking down at the narrow space between us, then back up. Finally, he reached out and took my chin lightly in his hand. "Take off those fucking clothes. I want to see you naked." He didn't wait a half second for me to begin moving before his grip tightened. "Now." He might have breathed the command softly, but it was like a trumpet in my mind. I reached up and pulled his hand off my chin, then unfurled my legs so that I could get up. I moved around until I was standing before him. My hips began to sway from side to side as I started dancing to the music in my mind. My imagination carried me away to the interior of a seedy club, with dark neon lights on the wall and the perpetual smell of cigars hovering in the air. It was the type of place where the drinks were weak and overpriced and crowds of men, all of them suffering from some type of sexual dissatisfaction, watched the girls around them work. I wasn't sure where I was able to conjure such a vivid image of such an establishment. It seemed like more of a memory than a dream. I reached behind me, fingers finding the hidden zipper in the back of the skirt. I lowered it slowly, turning around so that my back was to the man on the sofa. Once it was completely unfastened, I let the black and red material drop to the floor and stepped out of it, kicking it away with one foot. Bending over, I planted my hands on the table, thrusting my red satin- covered ass at Marcus. Looking back over my shoulder, I gave him a sweet smile before reaching around to smack my own ass with a resounding slap. The burn only increased the flames rolling through my body. Marcus' eyes widened a bit with pleased surprise. Then he leaned closer to grab his glass, pressing his nose against the shiny material. I heard him take a deep sniff, then groan a little as he sat back. He took another sip of the beverage, broadcasting the coolness that comes with age. A teenaged boy, or a college one for that matter, would have probably lost control already. They would have ripped my panties off and finished with just a couple of frantic strokes. Marcus wasn't some boy. And I sure as hell was not the first woman he'd had naked in front of him. As it was, he gave my pert bottom another appreciative glance then looked into my eyes, telling me to get on with it. I stood back up, grabbing the bottom of the shell and pulling it up over my head. I let the top slide down my front before I tossed it to join the skirt. The extra thick sports bra I wore beneath it was the exact opposite of sexy. Had I known ahead of time that I would be performing a strip tease after the game, I would have opted to wear something with lace. Maybe next time. However, Marcus didn't seem the least bit put off by my lack of risqu? lingerie. No doubt, he was far more eager to see what was underneath than the container they might be in. I locked my eyes onto his, giving him a little wink, then removed the black cotton support bra. I broke the shared gaze to toss the sports bra over with the rest of my clothing. When I turned back, Marcus wasn't interested in looking into my eyes anymore. He'd found another part of me that was much more interesting. "Fuck," he whispered. "You have the most perfect pair of tits." I giggled, reaching up to pinch the painfully hard nipples. Another flood of wetness seeped into my panties. I was so soaked down below that I actually sort of feared for when the last of my attire came off. Cool or not, I wasn't sure how the man would react to an overexposure to my scent. I fondled my breasts for another couple of seconds, then reached out to stroke my finger down along his jaw. "Play your cards right, Marcus. And you'll get to taste them." He shifted in his seat. With great amusement, I could see that his cock was trying to break through the front of his slacks. Like the old Kool- Aid commercials. Any second now, the fabric would rip and out would pop his ultra-hard dick. Ohhhhh, yeah! I giggled again and lowered my arms to hook my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear. At first, I had planned on removing the spankies and the panties under them separately. Just to continue my performance. However, something spurred me on, whispering in my ear that if I delayed too much, my fun would be over before it even began. I tugged on the sides of the underwear. Wiggling my hips, I lowered them until the top of my pubic mound was visible. Then I turned around and pushed them all the way down to my ankles, bending at the waist and shoving my dripping slit at him. As soon as I stepped out of the underthings, I felt a hand run its thumb along my swollen folds. "Your pussy is perfect, too." A hard pinch of one of my labia followed his assessment, making me yelp and nearly come. I straightened up and faced him, putting my hands on my hips to strike a sassy pose. "It will be even more perfect once it's being stuffed by that big fucking cock of yours," I said. Marcus grinned. Setting his drink back down, he stood up from the sofa, making me step back. He unfastened his belt, unzipped his pants, and let them drop to his knees. Then he pushed down a pair of royal blue boxers. He left his shirt on as he put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around. "Bend over and put your hands on that table. You can scream. You can moan. You can writhe to your heart's content. But those damned hands of yours better not leave the surface. If they do, I will spank you until you cannot sit down. Then I will send you home, exactly as undressed as you are, and let you explain to Darrin why his little girl is naked with a dripping wet pussy." He gave my ass a single slap as an example. "Understand?" "Yes, sir," I said in a soft voice. "I'm sorry?" he asked, smacking the other cheek a little harder. I bit down on my lip, the sharp pain from the slaps already starting to subside. I knew what he wanted me to say. Not that I was really opposed. I was just worried that it would come out sounding insincere. However, since it was apparent what he expected me to say, I held my breath and went for broke. "Yes, Daddy." The next thing I knew, I felt something hot and hard pressing against the damp opening between my legs. For a long second, it just remained there, hovering maddeningly right outside my pot of honey. This was it. I was finally going to find out what the big deal was with actual sex. The anticipation alone was nearly about to make me come. It was more than double what it'd been the other day when I had strolled like a little Lolita tart to Mr. Lewis' office. I wondered if Marcus would tell his good friend that he'd been the one to finally deflower his buxom student. If so, I hoped he went into great detail. That would give Taborville High's administrator something to look forward to. A pair of strong hands gripped my bare shoulders, holding me in place bent over the table. Then, with only a grunt as any sort of warning, Kris' dad shoved his cock deep inside me. For a brief second, there was a flash of pain. Not only from inside my body, where the huge man-rod ripped through my hymen like tissue paper. There was also something in my mind that tore as well. A momentary sadness flittered across my thoughts, strange and perplexing. This should have been Kat's moment. For a second, I had the image of a pretty brunette, around my age. She had a warm smile and a pleasant laugh. I knew her like I didn't think I'd ever known anyone else in this world. Then the image of her faded away, replaced by the towering form of Kris. Before I could attempt to figure out what the images floating in my mind meant, Marcus Davenport began to slide in and out of me with long, powerful strokes. Each time he thrust inside me, he dove as deeply as possible, banging into my ass with is hip bones. The air kept rushing out of my lungs and I wondered if he was going to split me in two. "Fuck," he grunted slamming into me again. "You have got the tightest fucking pussy." The hands on my shoulders tightened their grip, almost painfully. "My son was an idiot to let you get away." I closed my eyes, concentrating on the huge cock stretching my freshly penetrated pussy. The rapid approach to my orgasm had slowed to a snail's pace. I was still moving toward the finish line, only now it was a marathon, not a sprint. I didn't want to think about Kris, and how I'd always expected him to be the one to make a woman out of me. Only, that wasn't right. Was it? As Marcus pounded away like a machine, occasionally reaching down to roughly grope my boobs, I found myself remembering things ... differently. Kris and I out by his pool, splashing each other. Marcus coming out to join us, sipping on a margarita while lounging in one of the deck chairs. Wearing only a pair of short board shorts, it had been easy to see where Kris got his drool-worthy body. The horseplay between the football star and myself continued, but I kept sneaking glances over at the older man relaxing nearby. Despite the dark sunglasses on his face, I knew his eyes were focused on me. Or, rather, on my tits. A few weeks earlier, I'd been at this very same residence. In the same pool. However, at that time I'd possessed the chest and butt of a twelve-year-old boy. Since that time, I'd grown from an A-cup to a pair of small C's, and my ass had followed suit. Even though I made sure to pay plenty of attention to my boyfriend, I was able to find all sorts of reasons to get out of the water so his dad could enjoy the view. When I decided to dive off the diving board, I made sure to jump up and down on the end several more times than was necessary. Mainly because I knew Marcus Davenport was enjoying the way my chest bounced each time. When Kris and I had broken up, I'd been devastated. A large part of my heartache had been the concern that I would never have the chance to flaunt my womanly form for the powerful attorney's pleasure. I would never know if he was going to try to coerce me into being the naughty little minx we both knew was inside me. My orgasm started to rush toward me with the memories popping in at a machine gun's pace. I moaned like a cat in heat, clenching my muscles around his thick member. I wanted to make him come when I did, milk his dick dry of every ounce of spunk. I began to roll my hips slightly, fucking him back as he thrust in and out of me. One of the hands groping at me found the pebble-like nipple and pinched harshly. The bolt of pain nearly sent me over the edge. I managed to focus on crying out and the slow waves of agony radiating from the point. I was hanging on, by just by the slimmest of margins. "Oh yeah," I panted, pushing my ass as hard against the man behind me as I could. "I'm so close. I'm gonna come." He redoubled his efforts, grunting like a Neanderthal. This wasn't making love. Or even having sex. What we were doing was simply raw fucking. Like a pair of animals. And it was glorious. Marcus gave another unintelligible growling noise, then slammed himself deeper than I thought possible. Then he remained there, groaning as the first spurts of his seed jetted inside me. The action triggered my own orgasm and I screamed like a she-beast. Every nerve was doused in hydrochloric acid and attached to a car battery. Wave upon wave of bliss slammed into my brain and body, destroying both rational thought and the ability to control my quaking leg muscles. If Marcus hadn't kept his arms around me, I would have collapsed face- first into the black stone table top. Hanging in his strong embrace, I felt like I was floating on a sea of contentment, no longer a virgin to the touch of a man. As the thick organ stuffed inside me twitched a final time, Marcus pulled me backward. We went down on the sofa with him still locked tightly within my cunt. I moaned again when the motion sent tiny aftershocks racing through me. Then I felt him slowly softening and turned my hips slightly releasing him from my saturated sex. I curled up next to him, resting my head on his broad shoulder as I attempted to get my breathing to slow down and my pulse to return to normal. As drained as I was, I almost immediately began to imagine an encore. Maybe this time, the lawyer would let me ride him like a randy, underage cowgirl. The thought reignited the heat between my legs that had been on its way to cooling. Marcus kept one arm around my waist and used the hand of the other to gently play with one of my breasts. His rough thumb brushed over the nipple, making it stiffen and tighten. The action sent my newly reformed arousal back into the red zone and the aroma of my returned need engulfed us. The sticky flaccid organ pressed into the small of my back became a rod of steel in a heartbeat, trying to penetrate me once more. The look in those ocean blue eyes turned feral. Despite having just dumped a massive load inside my pussy, the man beneath me was ready to do it all again. I sat up, turning slightly so that I was straddling his lap. The engorged head bounced around a few times, eagerly hunting the slick opening. Right before Marcus could plunge inside me again. A voice drifted to us from the hallway outside the recreation room. "Hey, Dad. I just dropped by to pick up a few things to crash at ..." The two of us who were nearly engaged in another bout of coitus turned to look at the doorway. Kris stood there, mouth slightly ajar and eyes wide with disbelief. He had changed out of his football pants and jersey, and was now wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a black t- shirt that had the team name in red across the front. He looked from us to the cheer uniform and underwear piled on the floor. "What the fuck?" he asked, looking back up at us, his eyes focusing on me. "What in the ever loving fuck is going on here?" Chapter Eighteen Being caught in the act, or nearly in the act, didn't do much to dampen my arousal. Sure, I got a momentary break from the overwhelming need to have a hot, thick cock pounding me like a wanton slut, but the want was still there. I looked from Kris to his father and back. "It's not what you think," I managed to say. Then I kind of winced when I realized that it was exactly what he was probably thinking. That is, if he was thinking that his ex-girlfriend was taking a ride on his father's baloney pony. "What do you think is going on here?" Marcus asked his son. "I'm taking care of the business that you couldn't handle." He sighed and lifted me off his lap, placing me on the sofa next to him. I wanted to scream the moment I realized that my second experience getting fucked was experiencing a delay of game. While I felt bad on some level about Kris having caught us, on another level, I wanted him to just go the hell away for a few hours. I was sure after getting my brains fucked out another half-dozen times, I would be ready to explain everything to him. Kris gave me a disappointed look, shook his head, then glared at his father. "It wasn't enough to constantly fuck those whores from the strip club, was it?" he growled, taking a step further into the room. "You just couldn't wait to nail my girlfriend, too?" Marcus stood up. His cock was still on the clock, ready to participate in the Carnal Olympics. My mouth watered just looking at the huge piece of meat bobbing in the air a few inches away from my lips. I wondered if it would be okay if I sucked on it while the two men fought. However, Marcus didn't remain undressed long enough for that to happen. He pulled up his pants, fastened them, then pointed at his son. "Girlfriend?" He laughed. "You haven't been with this little tramp in months. Last time I saw you heading out, it was to go to the movies with that mousy girl with the tiny tits. Susan, was it?" "Sarah," Kris responded. Then he nodded at me. "My relationship with Stephanie is complicated." Marcus laughed again. This time, the humor was directed at Kris himself. Rather than the quarterback's words. "Complicated? What's complicated about taking your dick and shoving it inside some slut's pussy? I swear to goddess, sometimes I wonder if you're as big a faggot as that Johnson boy. I mean, how else can you explain why you didn't take the opportunity to pop this little girl's cherry?" He reached down and grabbed one of my pigtails, yanking on it. "I know you must have had the chance plenty of times. Hell, she was ready to give it up on the fucking ride here. Luckily for her, I was the one who found her on the side of the road in Burnside. If it'd been one of those trailer park boys, she'd have ended up spending her evening being passes around like a fucking joint." My breath hitched as the image of being the center of a white trash gang bang rushed into my mind. They wouldn't care if they hurt me. Abused me. They would come in every hole, and probably all over my face and body. Then I'd still have to walk back home, only it would have been in the daylight with jism drying on my skin. The Whore of Taylorville doing her first walk of shame. Kris marched across the room and grabbed his father's wrist, twisting it to get him to release my hair. Then he let go of the older man and grabbed my arm, practically tearing me from the sofa. The juices of mine and Marcus' rutting had leaked out of me, creating a sticky mess that made a slick sound as my swollen sex peeled away from the expensive leather. I giggled a bit when I heard it, thinking it sounded like Velcro. The football star shoved me in the direction of my clothes. "Get dressed, Steph," he said in a voice that cut through most of the fog of arousal. He wasn't mad or angry. He was furious and extremely disappointed. Whether at me, his dad, or both, I couldn't be sure. However, I had regained enough of my wits to pad over to my uniform. The black panties were completely soaked through, mostly from the ride in the Mercedes. I abandoned them in favor of pulling on the spankies. They were damp, too, but mostly on the inside. I stepped into the skirt, zipped it up, then pulled on the sports bra. Holding the black and red shell in my hand, I turned around to look at the two men. Both of them were only a foot apart, glaring daggers at each other. It was a volatile situation that was probably going to end in a scuffle. Over me. I would be lying if I said the thought of Kris and his dad going to combat over which one of them was going to be fucking me made another round of wetness appear between my legs. At this rate, I should probably just start wearing tampons around the clock, even if it wasn't anywhere close to time for my period. Of course, if I kept letting virile men fill me with cock batter, having a period would be the least of my worries. After a few seconds, Mr. Davenport was the first to back down. He grinned at Kris as if he'd been the one to just score the winning touchdown. He waved his hand in my direction. "Go ahead, take the little slut out of here," he said, straightening the erection in his pants. The heady aroma was still affecting him to some degree. "Just remember this, my son: Every time you stick your dick in her, you'll have the pleasure of knowing I was there first." He shrugged. "Except for her tight little ass and whore mouth. The honor of being the first to sample those belong to your principal." He turned to look at me, letting his eyes drift over my body one last time. Then he gave me a smile that seemed genuinely friendly. "If you ever find yourself wanting to put your talents to use for some bucks, I'll put in a good word with Charlie for you." Kris snarled and planted his hands on his dad's chest. The older man might have been a little bigger in size than his offspring, but Kris was younger and in better shape. He shoved Marcus back onto the couch and pointed at him. "If you so much as look at Stephanie again, I will kick your ass. Then I'll call the police and tell them you raped a sixteen year-old girl." "Can't rape the willing, Kristopher." He laughed. "And that girl is more than willing to debase herself to get some dick in her." He sniffed dismissively, turning his face away from us both. "Take your slut and go." Kris shook his head and reached over to grab my bag off the table. He stormed across the room, pressed the satchel against my chest, then put his hand on my elbow. "Let's go," he said. His voice was forceful, full of anger. It made me wetter. We went out the front door, across the grass to Kris' Jeep. He yanked open the door, practically threw me up into the passenger seat, then stomped around to get in on his side. The engine roared to life and when he let off the clutch, all four tires chewed wide tracks in the pristine landscaping. The four by four jumped over the curb, bouncing us around in our seats. Then we zoomed out of the neighborhood. We hit the main road and Kris pressed down on the pedal, shooting us to a speed that was well over the posted limit. "Kris," I said softly. "I'm sorry." His hand tightened on the steering wheel and I could see the way his jaw clenched as if he were trying to bite through a diamond. However, he didn't even so much as cut his eyes over at me. Instead, he focused on the road, taking each turn as fast as the Jeep could safely make. I didn't want to cry. Crying would only make me sadder. I wanted to be happy. Like I'd been a short while ago. Happy and floating from having my brains screwed silly. The memory of Marcus' grunts and thrusts slipped into my head. I sighed and leaned back in the seat, wriggling a little at the mental image. Kris slammed his palm on the steering wheel. "Goddamn it. Will you stop doing that? It's hard enough as it is." At first, I thought he was talking about driving while angry. Then I thought maybe he was referring to his fury at me. However, when I glanced down at his crotch, I could see that his man-pole was trying to tear through the thin sweats. I giggled, despite myself. "I could take care of that for you, if you want. You don't even have to stop driving." I reached over and placed my hand on the huge bulge. He slapped my hand away and whipped the Jeep into an abandoned lot near the school. It was a vacant field that the city kept planning to develop as a baseball stadium for the middle school next door. As of yet, they hadn't managed to do more than clear and grade the land. As soon as the Jeep bounced to a stop, he jumped out of the vehicle and rushed around to my side like he was desperate to get some relief. When he pulled open my door, I opened my mouth to tell him that I wasn't sure we could fuck without someone seeing us. Unfortunately, dipping his big rod in my ready hole wasn't what he had in mind. He hauled me from my seat and shoved me away from him. I staggered a few steps before falling over onto my ass. The shell and bag, both still in my hands, went flying in opposite directions. "Fuck that's strong," he said, shaking his head. He walked away from me waving his hand in front of his nose several times. When he had gone about fifteen feet, he stopped and turned around to look at me. "Sorry," he said. "Any longer breathing that and I would have decided to let you blow me in the car." I smiled, brushing off my hands before climbing to my feet. "That's still on the table, if you want." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Stephen?" Stephen? Why the hell was he calling me Stephen? The name had a familiar ring to it. Hearing it come out of his mouth caused the tingle in my pussy to migrate to my brain. "Kris?" I asked, wondering if the throbbing sensation forming in my skull was an after-effect of getting plowed for the first time. Like having a horrible hangover the first time you actually get drunk. He stared at me for a moment, then came at me. Before I could ask what he intended to do, he slapped me across the face. Luckily, he didn't put a lot of his strength behind it. That would have probably broken my neck rather than just sting like a dozen bees. "Goddammit, Stephen. Wake the fuck up." I rubbed at my cheek, feeling tears well up in my eyes. Then I groaned and dropped down to my knees. "Jesus Christ," I moaned. "What the fuck has she done?" Kat sighed and grabbed my arm, pulling me back to my feet. "I guess there's no need to ask what happened back at my house, huh? All of that clear as a bell to you?" I nodded, feeling like I was going to throw up. I think the only way it could have been worse would have been if Kris had walked in on Stephanie getting fucked by her own father. Worse for me, at least. "How in the hell did you end up with my ... Kris' father?" I walked over and climbed up onto the hood of the Jeep. My legs were still sore from the cheering, the walking, and the fucking. Besides, the warmth of the metal beneath me drove away part of the evening's chill. I could have asked Kat to warm me up, but I wasn't sure if getting horny while I was in charge would make her horny as well. "I guess Sarah saw us outside the storage room. I don't know if she heard us, but I can almost guarantee she saw you kiss me. When I tried to get in her car, she burned rubber and left me behind." I shrugged. "We were the last ones there, so Stephanie decided to try walking home. I think she hoped you would find out Sarah had ditched her and come back to save her." She shook his head, crossing her arms over his chest. "Fucking bitch," she growled. Then she gave me a curious look. "Why didn't the bimbo just call someone for a ride?" I sighed and gestured at the bag on the ground near his feet. "Sarah got to Stephanie's phone first." He walked over and pulled out the ruined device, turning it over to read the parting inscription left behind by my fellow Raiderette. He shook her head again and dropped the dead phone back into the bag. "And while you are busy trudging toward civilization, my father just happens to roll up to be Stephanie's savior? What an amazing coincidence." "We both know it wasn't fate or chance, Kat. Nadine was determined that Stephanie was going to lose her virginity this evening. I don't know if she changed her mind about who was going to do it when she realized I wasn't going home." A humorless smile formed on my face. "I guess, considering what she'd done to me already, it was going to be someone's daddy who had the pleasure." "Fucking bitch on her, too." She spat. "Question is," I said, trying to keep my girlfriend calm. "What are we going to do now?" I hoped my voice was soothing enough to convince Kat to relax. The last time she's lost her temper with Nadine, she'd ended up the not-so-proud owner of an eleven-inch cock. She opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by a series of buzzing sounds coming from his pocket. Reaching in, she pulled out Kris' cellphone. She looked at the screen, swiping along with her thumb. "Son of a bitch," she whispered. I hopped down off the Jeep, walking over to her side. My arousal was back down to non-existent levels, so I figured getting close to him wasn't going to be a problem. Leaning against her torso, I peered at the screen. There were a bunch of texts. Nearly all of them were from Raiderettes. Jordan: "K, is S w/ u?" Jennifer: "Tell Coltrane 2 get her ass here now." Cori: "Is Steph avoiding me? She won't answer her phone." Brad: "Dude, where are u?" Sarah: "Hope u and slut r having fun. Fuck u." "Jesus," I said, looking up at her. "That seems like a lot of pissed off people." She nodded. "I'm sure Sarah has already told everyone about what happened between you and I at the storage room." She looked down at me. "We need to go and stop this before it gets out of hand." "Why?" Stephanie might give a shit if those stuck-up bitches didn't like her. As for me, I didn't care one bit. I'd been under the bimbo's water for too long. The crumbling of her social life wasn't even a blip on my radar. She sighed. "By now, Sarah will be telling everyone who will listen that you stole her boyfriend. She'll make sure every word paints you as the villain and me as the victim, helpless against your charms." "My charms?" She sighed. "She'll say that you were able to sway me back because she's been holding off taking our relationship to the physical level. And you, well you're just a big slut who's always ready to go." "That's bullshit," I yelled. The only people who know the shit Stephanie has done this week is you, Bobby Lewis, and Kris' dad." She gave me a sardonic grin. "All that time as a female and you don't have the slightest clue how vindictive we can be when we're angry and jealous." She pointed at my chest. "All of this is because you couldn't see that pissing off a woman isn't something to be taken lightly." "So, Sarah trashes my reputation. Big deal. That's the bimbo's problem. Not mine." "Except when she reacts to being kicked out of the in-crowd. Think about it, Stephen. She's wanted this for so long. She's not going to know how to make amends because she won't understand why we didn't go to the party after leaving my house. This conversation we're having? She won't remember any of it." I shrugged, still not seeing the point she was making. "What if she gets despondent and decides to kill herself?" "Nadine wouldn't let that happen," I said with utmost confidence. "Fine," she responded. "How about Stephanie decides that if she's going to be branded a slut, she might as well be one? Do you really want the memory of fucking every male adult in town? How long do you think it would be before you were either locked up in a mental ward or got knocked up?" A chill ran through me. Kat had a very valid point. I could see Stephanie making the decision to just go with what felt good. To hell with social mores. She would fuck her father, the principal, probably most of the school's male faculty. It was bad enough having to remember sucking Bobby Lewis' dick. I didn't want to amp the factor up by a thousand. "Fine," I said. Let's go fix Little Miss Bimbo's life." She nodded. "Better put your top back on. And fix your hair. No reason to look like you just got fucked rather well. Despite the actual truth." She winked and went to the driver's side of the Jeep. "Bitch," I said, retrieving my bag and shell from the ground. I pulled the top over my head, straightened it out, then climbed into the vehicle. Once inside, I reached into the satchel for my portable makeup kit. Kat rolled the Jeep out of the lot and onto the road. She drove in the direction of Jordan's house. When she saw me pull out the cosmetics bag, she arched a brow. "Are you going to be able to do that as you?" I flipped down the visor and peered into the mirror on the other side. Seeing a pretty girl staring back at me was something I wasn't sure I'd ever get used to. "As long as you don't talk to me. I can sort of remember how she does it every day." By the time we were pulling to a stop in front of Jordan's house, I had re-applied Stephanie's makeup and removed the ribbons from my hair and unbraided the pig tails. Luckily, I had planned on doing that very thing originally, so there was a comb, a brush, and some spray conditioner in the depths of the bag. Kat killed the engine and looked at the sea of cars scattered along the side of the driveway. The noise coming from the house was loud enough to hear through the closed windows of the Jeep. After a few seconds, she turned to look at me. "Okay, what's the plan?" "I don't know," I said, feeling once again that this might be a mistake. I had no idea what sort of reception Stephanie was going to receive. If Kat was right, then Sarah had most likely already mentioned to more than a few people that she'd been stabbed in the back by her squad- mate. Tales of the blonde's sexual escapades were probably rolling through the crowd like a flash fire. "Okay. You know once we get in there, Stephanie's going to take over? What do you think she's going to do?" I closed my eyes, trying to tap into the mind of the oversexed sixteen year-old. She had already planned to steal Kris back from Sarah, so their kiss would have been something expected. The biggest hurdle was the two of them showing up together. It would only serve to reinforce the story already being circulated. I opened my eyes and looked at Kris. "You're still dressed like you were when you got off the bus. No one knows that you didn't go home. Nor that I got a ride from your dad." The double entendre wasn't lost on either of us. "We just need to tell everyone that I called you from a pay phone in Burnside. You came and picked me up." I reached into the bag and pulled out the phone. "Sarah might have told them that I was trying to steal you back, but I'm not sure if the rest of the group would condone abandoning me in the roughest part of town without a way to call for help." I tapped the nasty message Sarah wrote on the back of the phone. "This is Strawberry Dream. The only person who wears this is Sarah." Kat gave me a dubious look. "That's kind of thin, Stephen. They might just think you deserved it." I shrugged. "It's the only play we have, Kat. You'll just need to take the lead and let Stephanie follow." After a few more seconds of thought, she agreed. We climbed out of the Jeep and walked toward the front of the gigantic house. There were a couple of guys doing beer shotguns near the front porch, but they didn't bother to look in our direction. Once we reached the front door, Kat pushed it open and we went inside. The place was filled with almost a hundred students. All of them either drinking, dancing, or flirting. Or all three at once. Several eyes turned toward us as we weaved our way through the crowd. A couple of people tapped the person closest to them and whispered while looking in our direction. It wasn't looking too good for the home team. The deck around the pool was just as crowded as the inside of the house. Out here, however, the majority of the attendees were members of the in-crowd. In addition to the rest of the football team and the cheer squad, most of the varsity lacrosse team and the volleyball team, were mingling and drinking. Again, eyes and conversations turned as Kris and I walked past. "Well, well," Jennifer Walters said as she slipped between a couple of senior boys. "Look who showed up like the cat that ate the canary." She tittered, giving Kris a brief glance before looking at me. "Hope you enjoyed your evening, Coltrane. Because I'm pretty sure it's the last time you'll be on the field in red and black." I stared at her. "I think that's going to be for Jordan and Cori to decide." As if on cue, the resident of the mansion appeared from the thick of the crowd. The expression on her face was pure disappointment. She stopped beside Jennifer and crossed her arms over her chest. The murmur of the assembled guests devolved into silence as the two co-captains looked at me. "Where you been, Coltrane?" she asked, all but ignoring Kris. "We expected you here over an hour ago." There was an icy edge to her voice. I nodded. "Jordan, I know some things have been said about me this evening. Things I couldn't refute because I wasn't here to do so. But this whole situation isn't what you think it is." Jennifer snorted. "So, you didn't slink off with Sarah's boyfriend? Then who might this handsome fellow beside you be? Didn't you two arrive together?" I turned my gaze from Jordan to Jennifer. "Shut up, Walters. This doesn't concern you." "Oh, but it does," Jordan countered. "I told you before that we were the elite at Taborville High. What you did this evening breaks the second rule. Behavior unbecoming." By this time, Cori, Alycia, and Emily had joined our little party. Cori stood next to her fellow captains, giving me the same disappointed look Jordan had been wearing. I looked at her for a moment, then glanced back at Jordan. "Behavior unbecoming? What exactly was the unbecoming behavior?" Emily looked like she wanted to be anywhere but standing there. Jennifer looked haughty and smug, as if she were really getting off on the anticipation of Jordan kicking me off the squad. Jordan cut her eyes over at Kris, staring at him. "I think you know what behavior, Coltrane. Or is just a coincidence you two got here at the same time and were walking around together?" "Actually," Kris said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I gave her a ride here." His eyes broke contact with Jordan's when Sarah arrived to stand on the peripheral of the spectators. "You know, after the Raiderette who was supposed to be her ride left her behind. At the stadium. By herself." A couple of people looked at Sarah. Cori being one of them. Jordan, however, merely tilted her head to suggest our explanation could continue. "It's true," I said, looking at Jordan. "After I put the coolers in the storage room and got to the parking lot, Sarah gave me the finger and sped off. I had to walk almost two miles through Burnside until I could fine a phone to call someone." Then I eyed Sarah. "Sorry if Kris' number is one I have totally memorized." Kris nodded. "When she called me, I arrive to find a couple of Burney punks sitting nearby, making comments and promises." It was all I could do not to turn and look at him. I knew when Kris started lying that I needed to help sell the story. I just never thought he would increase the level of danger I'd supposedly been in. Jordan gave us a single nod, then turned to look at Sarah. "Care to weigh in on this?" The other girl glared at me. "Like I told you guys earlier, I went to go help Stephanie with the coolers and found her and that asshole sucking face. I was so mad I got in my car and drove off. I thought he was going to give her a lift." "You knew I was going to be on the team bus, Sarah," Kris said. "How was Stephanie supposed to get a ride with me?" "I ..." Sarah began to say. I cut her off. "Here," I said to Cori as I reached into my bag. "This is why I didn't call one of you for a ride. Why I had to walk by myself along the road at night." Cori took the phone, looked at the broken face. Then she turned it over. After a few seconds, she handed it to Jordan. The cheerleader studied the case for a total of five seconds. Then she handed it back to me. "Stroup!" Sarah blinked and took a hesitant step forward. "Jordan ... wait." "You told all of us that Stephanie had left with Davenport. You also seemed eager to hint that the reason Stephanie wasn't answering any of our texts was because she was in the middle of doing the down and dirty with your boyfriend." She turned around, looking at the other girl. "Care to amend your story? Or are you sticking with it?" "She did kiss him!" Sarah yelled. "I saw it." "Actually," Kris said. "I kissed her. She didn't even know it was coming." Cori and Emily looked a little relieved. Jennifer had an expression like she'd just swallowed a whole lemon. "So," Jordan continued. "Your boyfriend kisses his ex, and your grand idea is to turn on her? Chicks before dicks, Stroup. You know that." She shook her head. "And you not only left her in a part of town where she could have been assaulted, you made sure she couldn't call anyone if she'd needed real help." Sarah might look like she wanted to bolt, but she held her ground. Perhaps she was hoping the girl glaring at her would be lenient. I could have told her better. "For breaking one of our chief rules and endangering the life and reputation of one of our own, I vote to strip you of your title as a Raiderette." "Seconded," Cori said, glancing over at me for a moment before joining Jordan in giving Sarah the stinkeye. Jennifer sighed. "Unanimous." Sarah looked like someone had just murdered her entire family, including her dog. She shook her head and started to take a step toward the trio who'd just sealed her fate. Come Monday morning, she would be less touchable than one of the freshmen chess dorks. The remainder of her time at Taborville High would be spent being a practical non- person. It was one thing to never have been a part of the school's inner circle. Hundreds of students never managed to make it. But to have been in and get kicked out? That was a death knell to Sarah's social life. "Get out of my house, Stroup. You're no longer welcome." And with that, Jordan, Cori and Jennifer turned their backs on her. Sarah, bawling her eyes out now, slowly walked toward the gate. The crowd parted before her, as if afraid to touch her lest they become a nobody too. As soon as she was gone, I heard a giggle come from behind me. Kris and I spun around together, seeing Nadine standing there. She was in her teacher attire from the other day. Several of the male party guests were jockeying behind her, all trying to look at her pencil- skirt covered ass. "That was awesome," she said. "I mean, I figured you would find a way to come out on top and you didn't disappoint." She walked closer, swinging her hips. When I glanced past her, I could see that every boy was rubbing his swollen crotch with a dull glazed look on their faces. "What else was I supposed to do?" I asked. She giggled again. "That depends. See, Stephen had no problem stepping on people to get ahead in life. And when someone crossed him. Or he thought someone had crossed him, he destroyed them." My mouth dropped open. My crazy ex-girlfriend was right. I had been one royal bastard over the years. "I'm sure Stephanie would say she did the right thing. Sarah deserved that payback for what she did." Nadine closed the gap between us to less than a foot. "Stephen is supposed to be more mature. However, when it came down to it, he would rather preserve Stephanie's comfort and popularity than just let the incident pass by." "It wasn't going to pass by, Nadine," I snapped. "Stephanie would have been ruined forever at the school." She shook her head. "I wouldn't have let that happen. Sure, she would have gone through a rough patch. But I would have eventually brought her back to the center. Because that's would be fun for me." She smiled a contented smile at me, just like she had agreed to donate a kidney or bone marrow to a needy orphan. That smug expression, one she'd used quite a bit over the years we dated, set my body on fire in a way that was completely different than when ignited by lust-filled desire. I drew back my arm before I even realized what I was doing. Then I hit Nadine square across the jaw. Had Stephanie been in control, the blow might have been a girlish slap. However, I was driving the bimbo's body at the time. And whenever I had hit someone, I'd used a closed fist. Nadine's head rocked back and she staggered a few steps. The crowd continued to mingle and talk, oblivious to what the goddess and I were doing. She rubbed at the point of impact and stared at me as if seeing me for the very first time. "Stephen!" Kat hissed, grabbing my arm. Fear saturated her voice. "Did that hurt?" I asked, ignoring Kat to sneer at Nadine. "Because I've been wanting to do that since the night you showed up at my condo." She stopped rubbing her cheek, as if suddenly realizing that goddesses aren't supposed to be able to be injured by a mere mortal. Her green eyes narrowed into slits and she pointed a finger at me. "Fine, then. If that's the way you want to play, then allow me to oblige." I stood stock still, hands still curled into fists. I knew I wouldn't get another lucky shot. Any attempt to attack would result in Nadine just freezing me in place. "I was too nice to you," the crazy deity said. "I gave you everything you always wanted. Time to fix that little mistake." I glanced over at Kat, who seemed to be out of awareness. Would she still want to be around me after I was a brainless, perpetually horny bimbo? Of would she just go on as Kris, doing her best to avoid the biggest slut in town? "Enjoy your new circumstances, lover," Nadine purred. "You'll never know just how good you used to have it." She pointed her finger at me and the world around me fell away, leaving me in total darkness. Author's Note: This ran a little long. My apologies if any of it bored you. The next chapter will be the last in this particular series. I think you'll like how it ends. Sincerely, Limbo's Mistress