[RP by REQ] Ch. 16 A Summer to Remember {b_nyc}
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Chapter 16
Raven rushed to the backstage area to check on the beautiful
cheerleader. She could still feel the sticky wetness between her legs
as she shuffled off stage. She walked into the dressing room to find
Chloe sitting on the floor in a corner. The poor cheerleader was
staring straight ahead, her expression vacant. She had managed to put
her clothes back on, what little of it there was, and sat there
clutching her knees to her chest. She didn’t seem to care that in this
position, her moist, puffy gash was visible for all to see. Raven felt
a twinge of guilt for what she had just done.
Chloe didn’t notice the tall figure approach until Raven
squatted down on her haunches right in front of her. She was still
naked. Chloe could see the glistening folds at the juncture of her
long legs and could smell the scent of their previous carnal tryst.
She shuddered and wondered again what had become of her.
"I can smell you," Chloe said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, sorry about that," Raven said a little embarrassed. She
brought her legs together but the smell was still there. "I’ll clean
up in a minute. I just wanted to see if you were o.k." She put a
reassuring hand on Chloe’s knee. "Are you o.k.?"
"Well, lets see," said Chloe feeling mighty sarcastic. "I was
blindfolded, dragged on stage, handcuffed to a pole, stripped naked,
and forced to have sex with a woman, all in front of a roomful of men.
Yeah. I’m fine. Stuff like that happens to me all the time."
"It does to me," Raven said as she shrugged her shoulders.
Chloe was not amused. "Sorry," Raven said meekly.
"Why did you do that to me?" Chloe asked.
"I thought you were into it. I didn’t start out planning
to . . . you know . . . have sex with you. It just sorta happened that
way. All I set out to do was take off your clothes, but you’re so
beautiful, and I got so excited. Then, when I took off your skirt and
you weren’t wearing any panties, well . . . I had to see how far I
could take it. I didn’t know we would . . . go all the way." Raven
giggled.
"What made you think I was into it?" Chloe snapped.
"That’s what Tony told me. He said your friends told him you
had a secret fantasy of being a stripper but was too scared to ever try
it. He said you could be persuaded, though, if you could go on with
another woman."
"Those bastards!"
"What?"
"It’s a long story," said Chloe. "Let’s just say I’m not into
it."
"Whatever lets you sleep at night," said Raven shrugging
again. Then she added, "although, no one forced you to get . . .
aroused."
"You were licking my crotch!" Chloe said incredulously.
"Yes, but you still didn’t have to cum. And, if we’re totally
honest here, I really didn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want
to do, did I?
"I was handcuffed to a pole!"
"We both know you could have stopped me any time by keeping
your legs closed or shooing me away. I would have gotten the message."
Just then a couple of the other dancers burst into the dressing
room carrying Raven's clothes. "Ooo, Raven, that was so hot," said a
busty brunette. "Yeah, that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen,"
said the leggy blonde. "You got me soooo wet . . ."
"Uh, thanks," Raven interrupted. "But, can I have a few
minutes alone with my friend?"
"Sure," said the brunette putting the clothes down in a
chair, "But Tony wanted us to tell the cheerleader that she’s wanted
out front in five minutes. Something about the boys being anxious to
see her." Chloe looked down and shook her head in disbelief.
The women departed and Chloe and Raven were left to their
thoughts. Raven didn’t say or do anything except stay crouched down
next to the cute cheerleader. Despite what Chloe had gone through at
the hands—-and mouth—-of this woman, Chloe felt comforted by her
presence. After a long moment of contemplation, Chloe looked into
Raven’s eyes. "Does this mean I’m . . . a lesbian?" she asked
hesitantly.
Raven didn’t answer right away. She wanted to choose her words
carefully. "I can’t answer that, Hon. Only you can. But I definitely
don’t think one encounter with another woman makes you a lesbian. . . ."
Chloe flashed back to that instance in college when her
roommate, Anne, walked in on her while she was in the shower. Anne had
made some excuse about being late for class and that showering together
was no big deal. For someone who was late for class, Chloe remembered
thinking, Anne sure seemed to take her time. Then, Anne lightly
brushed a nipple and winked at her. Chloe froze not knowing what to
do. Is Anne hitting on me, she wondered. She was so confused and
filled with mixed emotions. Why is my heart beating so fast? How come
I’m not upset? Am I upset? Should I be flattered? A part of her
wanted to run away rather than answer the questions swimming around in
her head. Instead, she let Anne shower with her in the cramped stall.
She giggled nervously when Anne bent over to pick up the bar of soap.
She obliged when Anne asked her to rub her back. She opened her mouth
when Anne turned around and kissed her. She moaned when Anne touched
her clit. Chloe remembered what Anne said next as if it were
yesterday: "You are so pretty, Chloe. I’ve dreamed of making love to
you for so long." The words had made her blush then, and the memory of
it was making her blush now. But that was it. Chloe was so flustered
she ran out of the stall. She dressed quickly and left for her own
class. Afterward, neither spoke of the experience. Chloe decided to
put it behind her. "I have a boyfriend for Chrissakes!" she would
often say to herself when confronted with thoughts of that morning.
The next year they amicably went their separate ways. Ever since then,
Chloe rationalized the encounter as frivolous experimentation and
youthful innocence. That was until today.
". . . .Why do we need to label ourselves, anyway?" Raven said
breaking into Chloe’s thoughts. "You know what you like and you know
what you don’t like. Just be honest with yourself and drop the guilt
trip."
"I guess," said Chloe softly not really sure what she was
agreeing with.
"Let’s get you cleaned up," said Raven as she pulled her
up. "Come on."
Raven led the cheerleader to the bathroom area of the dressing
room. For the second time that day, Chloe wetted some paper towels and
dabbed at the sticky mess between her thighs. Raven did the same but
started with the shimmering wetness on her face. Chloe felt horribly
embarrassed.
As she reached for a second wad of paper towels, Chloe started
to laugh. "We just had sex and I don’t even know your name," she said
realizing the absurdity of the situation.
Raven chuckled at the irony too. "My name’s Emily
Slusarski." She extended a hand. "Its a pleasure to meet you."
"Your real name is Emily Slusarski?" Chloe asked while shaking
Raven’s—-Emily’s—-hand. What a totally incongruous name for a
stripper!, thought Chloe. No wonder she goes by Raven. Except for my
cousins in Chicago, who in their right mind would get excited
about ‘Emily Slusarski’?
"Yeah, I know," said Emily. "What an awful name, huh? I’m so
glad I don’t have a lisp."
Suddenly Chloe didn’t feel quite so bad. "I’m Chloe Myers,"
she said, and they shared a tender laugh.
"Here, let me help you," said Raven. She reached over and
gently wiped at the sticky line that stretched from Chloe’s crotch to
her cleavage. Chloe let her.
After the performance, Tony came over to the boys’ table and
sat down. He offered a round of drinks for everybody. He was in a
celebratory mood. Billy insisted on vodka martinis. The drinks
arrived and they toasted the incredible show. Joe and Wade couldn’t
believe how awful their drinks tasted. They didn’t know how Billy was
able to drink his so fast.
"Here you go," said Tony as he pulled out a stack of pictures
from his breast pocket. "These cost me a bundle, but a deal’s a deal."
"Thanks," said Billy as he thumbed through the
Polaroids. "Didn’t I tell ya it’d be worth it?"
"You’s right, kid. That was a kick-ass show."
"Let me see," said Joey, "and, what deal are you talking
about?" Joey looked through the pictures of Mrs. Myers and Raven doing
their routine. The pictures were hot. Both women were captured naked
and there were even some pictures of Raven kissing Mrs. Myers down
there. Wade grabbed the pictures out of Joe’s hands and the two of
them went through the stack together several more times.
"How did you get these?" asked Joe.
"I noticed there was a photographer going around taking
Polaroids of dudes with dancers and then selling them," said
Billy. "So, I asked Tony how much it would cost to get a few pictures
of Mrs. Myers on stage. He told me they sold for 10 bucks a pop! I
couldn’t believe they cost so much, so I asked him what it would take
to get the pictures for free."
"So the kid here sez, what if she do a girl-girl," said Tony,
gleefully picking up the story, "So I sez, if she do a girl-girl, and
ifin it be good nuff, then I’ll buy yiz the pictures myself. I’ll be a
damned, but she did a girl-girl alright, and I’s a man a’ my woid!
Fuhgidaboutit!"
Joe noticed Tony’s accent was distinctly stronger than when
they first met. What Tony failed to tell the boys was that they didn’t
get all the pictures. The photographer had already sold five of them
for 20 bucks each to some drunk before Tony came up and insisted he
sell the rest to him. Tony paid a lot less than what the photographer
wanted, but he threatened to terminate their agreement unless he
relented. Even though the pictures of the naked cheerleader were the
hottest he had ever taken and would have fetched a fortune, the gig at
the strip club was too lucrative to risk losing. He sold the remainder
to Tony at cost.
The middle-aged, balding man with a slight beer belly furtively
made his way to a dark corner of the club. He looked back to see if
the three boys noticed his presence—-they hadn’t. He pulled out the
hat from under his shirt. He looked again at the blue baseball cap
with the tiny red emblem of a man on a horse playing polo, and thought
about the strange twists and turns his life had taken.
Dick Jensen got the bad news this morning. The superintendent
of schools called him into his office to inform him that he would no
longer be the principal at Northview Junior High. There were rumors
going around about the way he ‘dealt’ with students. Some of the
teachers had complained that Principal Jensen was too affectionate with
the kids, almost uncomfortably so. Mrs. Myers was one of the teachers
who came to his office to insist that he stop touching the kids. If he
did not cease his behavior, she told him, she would be forced to go to
the superintendent. It seems, apparently, she had. No formal charges
had been brought against him and none of the students had come forward
to accuse him of anything, but the school board didn’t want to take any
chances. He would have to be removed from interaction with younger
kids immediately. When Dick Jensen threatened to sue, they gave him a
choice: he could either resign under whatever excuse he could come up
with, or he could take a demotion and go back to teaching 12th grade
history. It was a dubious choice. Even though he would be going from
junior high to high school, the move from administrator to teacher was
considered a major step down and came with a substantial cut in pay.
No one expected him to take it.
With that, Principal Jensen went to his favorite hangout to
ponder his future in education. What would I do if they take my kids
away, he sobbed into his whiskey. How am I going to live on a
teacher’s salary? He swallowed the shot and ordered another. Before
he knew it, he had been there most of the evening and had racked up
quite a credit card bill. He was about to leave when he noticed that
one of the performers on stage came out wearing a hauntingly familiar
outfit. Does that say ‘NJHS’? I must be drunk. Wow! She’s a
knockout! He decided to stay for one more performance. The show began
and the buxom redhead took the hat off the cheerleader and flung it
into the crowd. It landed in Dick Jensen’s lap. He watched in rapt
attention as the cheerleader—-Mrs. Myers!?!?!?!--was systematically
stripped of her clothing and then her dignity. The spectacle of Mrs.
Myers’ public descent into depravity was the most agonizingly erotic
thing he had ever seen. He decided then and there that he would go
back to teaching high school after all. Now all he had to do was think
of a way to get Mrs. Myers to join him. He twirled the hat around his
finger and reached for the pictures in his back pocket.
It took all her strength, but Chloe forced herself to walk back
out into the lounge. The only way she could be humiliated, she
reasoned, is if she let herself be. As she made her way through the
crowd of men, however, she felt her resolve fading away. All eyes were
back on her, and conversation stopped when she walked by. Her face was
crimson and she wished to God she had her hat. Some of the men even
complimented her on her performance, reminding her that they saw her
cum!
She made her way back to her booth and found it completely
filled with people. Joe, Billy, and Wade were there, but so was Tony
the manager, as well as the three businessmen from the foyer. Again,
conversation stopped when she approached. Chloe felt their stares
roaming over her body, undressing her with their eyes. There was no
place for Chloe to sit so she just stood there uncomfortably next to
the table. She felt like she was on display.
Then all at once, everyone started handing out business cards.
"If she ever wants to come back," said Tony, "you just give
Tony a call. Here’s my card. Take some free passes, too."
"Hey, this is my work number and I put my cell phone number on
the back," said one of the businessmen trying to get Billy’s
attention. "If you have any more ideas, give me a call. Does she do
parties?"
"My card has all the info you’ll need right on the front," said
another. "Call me anytime if you ever need anything."
"Here’s my card," said the third. "You can reach me or leave a
message at any of these numbers. Just don’t call my home number.
Wait. Let me cross that out."
Chloe felt so stupid just standing there listening to these men
talk about her like she was cattle. Finally, Billy spoke, "Did you
like putting on your little show."
It took a second for Chloe to realize he was talking to
her. "Uh, no," she said a little startled.
"No, what?" asked Billy sternly, trying to show off in front of
his new friends.
Chloe knew what Billy wanted her to say. "No, sir," she said
in a whisper. She never felt more humiliated.
"It looked to us like you really enjoyed it up there," Billy
continued. "Especially when Raven licked your pussy." All of the men
laughed uproariously. Chloe’s face turned bright red and she felt on
the verge of tears.
Then, Joe decided to get in on the act. "We couldn’t get a
good look at you from way back here, so why don’t you lift up your
sweater," he said. The other men gave their hearty approval of the
idea. Not knowing what else she could do, Chloe lifted the front of
her sweater, exposing her breasts to the licentious stares of the awful
men. Pretty soon, other patrons noticed the hot cheerleader showing
off her magnificent tits and formed a tight circle around her. Joe
felt a rush of adrenaline when he noticed the crowd was waiting for him
to utter his next command.
"That’s great," he said triumphantly, "now lift up your skirt.
We want to see if you’re wearing panties this time." There were more
laughs from the crowd. Chloe wanted to die.
"I’m not, sir," she said softly.
"I’m sorry," said Joe in mock sincerity, "I didn’t quite catch
that."
"I’m not wearing any panties," Chloe mumbled through gritted
teeth. "Can we not do this?"
"We want to make sure, just to be safe. Right guys." A loud
cheer came up from the gathering of men. None of them could believe
this beautiful young woman was letting this kid order her around. How
in the world did these punks get so lucky?
Chloe reluctantly lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her
genitals. For the umpteenth time today, strange men glared at her most
private place. They cheered loudly at the sexy sight before them and
Joey fed off their energy.
"Turn around," he said. "The people behind you can’t see."
Chloe could not understand why Joe was doing this. There was
no reason for it except to torture her, and maybe to humiliate and
degrade her. Then, Chloe realized, he was doing it because he can. He
was showing off his power. With her skirt still lifted up, she turned
around in a circle, giving everyone a clear view of her blonde bush and
dainty slit. Chloe felt even more embarrassed than when she was on
stage. Up there, she felt exposed; but down here, she felt
vulnerable. Here amongst the crowd of men, she was too intimate with
the ones who yearned to fuck her, too close to the ones who objectified
her. In a perverse way, she missed the relative structure and
voyeuristic distance that the stage provided. Down here, there were no
such boundaries to protect her.
Some of the men gave Joe high-fives, while others shouted "You
the Man!" Still others simply commented on Chloe’s body in the most
lewd manner she had ever heard: "Damn, that cunt looks tight!" "I’d
sure like to poke them short hairs." "Those are the sweetest jugs I’ve
ever seen." "My cock would fit perfectly in that mouth." "I’d pump
that ass with a gallon of jizz." And on it went. Chloe heard them
all, and each one seemed to nick her soul.
"Good," said Joe again, "now lift up the back of your skirt and
bend over."
Chloe was starting to get really scared, but she did what she
was told, giving the crowd a great view of her fantastic ass and
pussy.
"That’s it," said Joe. "Now stay like that until we think of
something for you to do next." Joe felt proud, more proud than he had
ever felt before. What he didn’t realize was that none of the other
men respected him like he thought they did. They only envied the
mysterious power he had over this beautiful woman. They still felt he
was a dork. They were only using him so they could get another look at
some supple flesh, and maybe something more. Joe was blissfully
unaware.
Billy, however, had other concerns. The crowd of men were
getting rowdy. All of them were drunk and their tone grew increasingly
nasty. Billy saw in their faces the same drunken meanness he had seen
a thousand times from his Dad, right before the prick went after his
Mom. He knew things could get dangerous quickly. "Time to go," he
said abruptly. "Its getting late." With that he nudged Tony out of
the way and worked himself out of the booth. He grabbed Mrs. Myers by
the arm and pushed his way through the crowd. Chloe followed closely
behind, dropping her skirt and pulling down her sweater along the way.
Before she knew it, they were outside in the cool night air.
The whole ride home, Chloe never felt more ashamed. She could
not face the three boys. It didn’t help that Wade was leaning side-
ways in his chair and gawking at her, alternately looking at her
breasts and crotch. What was worse was that he somehow felt compelled
to tell her what she had done.
"You were naked, ya know."
Thanks, thought Chloe.
"She tied you up. Did you know that?
He can’t be serious.
"She rubbed her big boobs against you."
I know, thought Chloe, now shut up!
"She licked your privates."
Oh God . . . .
Billy and Joe were getting aroused by Wade’s play-by-play.
They took particular delight in watching Mrs. Myers squirm every time
Wade recounted a particularly juicy moment. Billy reached under his
shirt and took another look at the Polaroids Tony gave him. The
pictures were perfect. There were 15 in all, and each of them clearly
showed Mrs. Myers doing a striptease act, complete with costumes and
everything. Billy especially liked the ones where Mrs. Myers was
screaming while the other woman licked her crotch.
Wade kept up the commentary until he finally got fed up with
the large bag at his feet. He grabbed the package and threw it in the
back. "Is there room back there for this?" he asked angrily. "I’ve
been kicking it out of my way all fucking night. What a pain in the
ass!" The large red and white striped bag with hearts all over it
landed between Billy and Joe.
"Hey, what are these?" said Billy as he looked in the bag.
Oh, no, thought Chloe, not those.
"Its from Victoria’s Secret!" yelled Joe like he just
discovered America. "I’d know that bag anywhere!" He reached in and
pulled out one of the four smaller bags and looked inside. "It looks
like underwear!"
Billy grabbed another of the smaller bags and looked
inside. "I think you’re right Joe. This one has underwear in it too."
"Do you wear this stuff around, Mrs. Myers," asked Billy as he
held up a short, sheer, stretch chemise.
Chloe didn’t know what to say. "Um . . . yes, but only in
private for my husband," she said hopefully.
"Well, your gonna were them for us, too," said Joe, dashing
Chloe’s hopes.
"I think we have to have a panty party," proclaimed
Billy. "Step on it Mrs. Myers. We want to be at your house in five
minutes. Don’t make us late."
"Yeah, we have a party to go to," said Joe chuckling.
Chloe pulled down her street wondering when this day would ever
end. This had to have been the longest day of her life. The emotional
and physical fatigue overwhelmed her. She was so tired, she wasn’t
even hungry anymore. The boys, on the other hand, seemed to get a
second wind when they discovered the lingerie. Now they wanted her to
model it for them. She didn’t know how she was going to make it. As
she pulled up to her house, she noticed something strange in the
garage. It was Steve’s BMW! Her husband was home! She looked at the
clock in the dash and saw that it was 2:30 in the morning. What was he
doing home so early? No matter, she was saved—-at least for tonight.
"Um, sirs," she said trying not to sound excited, "my husband’s
home. That’s his car in the garage and that light is coming from our
bedroom."
"Damn it!" said Wade. "What’s he doing here?"
"He lives here, you moron," Joe shot back.
Wade was too tired to argue. Instead, he calmly reached back
and flicked Joe’s forehead hard with his middle finger like it was a
giant bug.
"Ow! That really hurt," said Joe rubbing his noggin.
"I guess we’ll have to call it a night," said Billy in
resignation. "I didn’t know it was so late." Chloe let out a huge
sigh of relief. "Take us home, Mrs. Myers." He then proceeded to give
directions to Joe’s house.
When they got to Joe’s, Billy stepped out of the car with him.
"Wait," said Joe. "What are you doing? Why don’t you just
have Mrs. Myers take you to your house?"
"We have some work to do tonight," said Billy. That was only
partly true. The other reason was he didn’t want Mrs. Myers to see the
trailer park where he lived. "Wade, get out of the car. We have work
to do."
"Tonight?" asked Wade, "but its already tomorrow."
"That’s brilliant," said Billy. "Now come on!" Wade
reluctantly got out of the car. After he shut the passenger door,
Billy leaned in through the window.
"Mrs. Myers, thanks for the fun day, but the real fun starts
tomorrow. He held up the large bag of lingerie that he took out of the
car with him. "We’ll be over first thing in the morning. When we show
up we expect you to be in your uniform, ready to go. That’s what you
will wear from now on when we’re around. Understand!"
Chloe nodded sullenly.
"I said, do you understand?"
"Yes sir," said Chloe in defeat. She started to pull away when
she thought to ask, "Mr. May, what time will you be coming over, sir?"
She couldn’t believe how pathetic she sounded.
"Whenever we goddam please!" said Billy. "You just be ready."
The harshness of his tone caught Chloe by surprise. She sat in her car
in stunned silence as the boys walked away. She didn’t see the
satisfied grin on Billy and Joe’s faces. The boys were already in the
house when Chloe finally came to her senses. She put the car in gear
and sped off.
It was almost 3:15 when Chloe got home. She immediately kicked
off her high-heels and carried them to the bedroom where Steve was
sound asleep. Thank god, she thought, at least I won’t have to explain
this outfit. She stripped off her sweater and skirt and shoved them
and her shoes under the bed. Too tired to brush her teeth or wash her
face, she slipped into bed naked and sticky. Steve didn’t budge.
Before she knew it, she was asleep.
End Ch. 16
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