High School Whore House (New Writers Welcome)

Henry "Jake" Jacobs:

He wasn't a normal patron of the dark, sleazy bar, but his favorite watering hole was also the favorite of his Ex and many of her friends, and he just couldn't take dealing with those people tonight. Work had not gone well today. Despite 18 years in school counseling, the past 8 at Harrison High, he'd been passed over for the Senior Counseling position -- again -- which led to a shouting match with the School's Superintendent. He would have been sacked if it wasn't for two facts: one, he had tenure that protected him, even against lashing out at the School's top administrator; and two, there wasn't a sole on this planet who would do his job for the minimal compensation -- low pay and poor benefits -- that he was currently receiving.

He was looking for a corner booth, somewhere to just hide from view and get drunk, but the bar's four were all occupied. He picked the closest one to the corner, ordered a double, and sat back, trying to relax. He couldn't. His work life sucked, and he saw no way to improve it. His social life sucked, and he saw no way to improve it. And, his sex life -- or lack of one -- sucked, and he saw no way of improving it, either. On the latter, he simply didn't have the interest or energy to give the effort to find, land, and keep a lover worth having.

"That depends on what you want," a sultry female voice said softly behind him. With a suggestive tone, she added, "What ... exactly ... do you want?"

The voice seemed somehow familiar to Jake, enough so that he leaned back against his booth's tall back rest and craned his head to hear her closer.

The man's voice was too low for him to hear over the classic rock playing over corner speakers, but her response to him was clear. "Fifty bucks will get you blown. A hun'erd'll get you laid. If you want something a bit more kinky ... we can negotiate."

Jake nearly laughed. Was he really hearing this? He slid a bit to his left to hear more, still trying to make out the woman's voice; it was just so damn familiar.

"Got a car?" she asked. A moment later, she answered an unheard question, "Sure, the card room works for me. There's no poker on Tuesdays." She chuckled, then added, "Yeah, there's poke her, though."

Jake felt the seat that their booths shared move a bit, then go still, signalling the couple's departure. He turned his head her way, keeping inside his booth. Once he was sure she and the John we're heading away from him, he turned quickly, curious about whether he knew the woman.

His stomach turned over with shock. His first thought was, No way! Not a chance! He pulled back into the booth quickly as the woman -- the girl -- glanced back over her shoulder, looking for prying eyes. He got a clear look at her, and there was no doubt.

It was ... oh, crap, what the fuck's her name? He drew a total blank on her name. But what he remembered clearly, was his meeting with her just that morning in his office. They'd discussed many things, most notably her recent acceptance by a major university -- as with her name, he couldn't recall the school's name -- and the significance and importance of the "Code of Moral Conduct" that, by policy, she'd had to read fully before him, prior to her signing it and his faxing it to the university's Admissions Department.

As the pair slipped into the otherwise unoccupied card room, Jake thought about "The Code" and chuckled to himself. Maybe I should have had her read it twice!

Suddenly, Jake saw a way to improve at least one aspect of his life ... his sex life. He pulled out his Blackberry and activated the camera, ensuring that the flash was on automatic. He scanned the bar for prying eyes, then stood and headed down the hallway to the rest room door, hesitating there for a moment before continuing on to the card room door.


(OOC -- The female lead above has been taken, but other roles are still available: more whores, "Johns", other students (male and female), parents, school administrators... Please PM me with interest. All characters will need an appropriate pic, soon.)

Jessica Woodridge casually strutted down the secluded hallway, one hand loosely attached to her client’s hand pulling him behind her as the other tucked away the cool 250 bucks into her bra. Oh yes, he was getting laid alright but evidently he wanted more, forking out the extra hundred for the promise of taking her from behind afterwards. It was a small price some would pay though to get that optimal feel and Jessica was here to make sure that would happen.

Stepping into the card room, she brought John inside and in a fluid motion guided him towards the poker table and closed the door behind her. It was so routine and played out to her, her cockiness got the best of her and she forgot to find a way to lock the door behind her. She turned towards him with a smile on her face, blue eyes widened as she pretended to soak in his body with an eager sexual appetite, biting at her full red lips. It was just the two of them now in the otherwise silent room, the murmur of the bar and the rock music drifting in only through the cracks of the door.

“I’m all yours however you’d like it for the next hour. What do you want to call me, baby?” Jessica asked, winking at him as she had learned to go for nicknames rather than giving her real name. What they chose to call her often revealed a lot about how they liked there sex, slut meant play it rough and baby meant sensual. In the most basic terms her job was sex for money, but it was more complicated than that. You had to learn to be all business, and Jessica learned that giving her client the best night of his life was the only way she could get big tips. Her body alone usually got the tips for her at her waitressing job, but flaunting a toned and tanned body with C cup breasts just didn’t cut it when she needed so much more.

Thinking of her future made letting down her wavy, tousled brunette hair all the more easier. Thinking of how much her parents were in debt made it easier for her to shimmy out of her red dress. Thinking of the giant university tuition due and looming over her made it easier for her too toss the lace bra to the side. And finally thinking of her life and career rolling in money after attending the most pristine, well respected university’s, Queen’s University, made sliding down that black thong all the more easier.

In less than 4 seconds flat Jessica had transformed herself into her clients personal sex toy, gently caressing her body as she had stripped down to nothing. This was a business after all, and there was no time to waste in letting John see everything. Truthfully, she loved to have sex anyways. She wasn’t exactly a well behaved young lady to begin with. The secret was getting paid to do what you’re good at right? What Jessica was good at just happened to be sex.

Pushing her client back onto the poker table, her lips curled up into a seductive smile. Her delicate yet determined hands played at the hem of his shirt, lifting it up his stomach and chest. “C’mon baby, tell me how you like it.” Jessica whispered to him, knowing full well half of the job meant dirty talk. It wasn’t a difficult job, as a few clients a week earned well over what she earned in two weeks at her waitressing job. She wasn’t ashamed…not completely. But it was something she kept a secret that’s for sure. If her alter ego got out, not only would she be humiliated at school but her acceptance to the university would be revoked faster than she could even finish reciting the “Code of Moral Conduct”. It was a secret that would stay buried, regardless of what she had to do to make it stay that way.

Jake:



He tested the door handle; it was unlocked. He again looked up and down the hallway for onlookers; he was alone in the long, dark hall. Slowly, he twisted the handle, then cracked open the door, fearing being announced by a squeal of old, worn hinges; nothing sounded above the juke box music flooding down the passage.

As he peaked inside, his eyes widened and a chill of excitement surged through his body. They were standing at the poker table, their sides toward Jake -- and the girl was stripped naked! She was beautiful, perfectly shaped, and Jake could feel his already interested penis suddenly attempting to stand to attention, restrained by the confines of his jockeys and slacks.

The "John" wasn't having that problem of restraint. His hands, their fingers intertwined in the girl's brunette hair, urged the girl to her knees, revealing his groin and ready erection exposed by the slacks and boxers pushed to his mid-thighs.

Jake checked the hall once more, cracked the door a bit more, saw that neither of the two inside were looking his way, then quickly slipped inside. He gently closed the door and slipped into an alcove that led to the coat closet and what appeared to be a storage area. He peaked out again; the pair didn't seem to notice his entrance.

He was wracked by another chill of excitement as he watched the girl stroking the man's dick, smiling up to him playfully, chatting too softly for Jake to hear the words. The man was obviously enjoying himself, and the girl seemed to be as well. That surprised Jake. His only experience with a prostitute had been overseas during his Navy enlistment, and the little whore -- who'd spoke no English beyond the necessary sexual and anatomical words -- had never exhibited a smile, let alone the playful attitude that this girl seemed to be showing.

Maybe this isn't what you think it is? Jake wondered. Maybe they're a couple, fantasizing ... role play, maybe.

He continued to watch the pair, quickly dismissing the thought. This was a high school girl in a dark sleazy bar with a middle aged man; Jake didn't see this being anything more than it appeared, a whore and her "John".

Jessica! the name came to him suddenly. Jessica Woodridge. Suddenly, it all came back to him: Senior, Honor Roll, over-achiever ... he remembered a long list of clubs and school organizations that the girl had been or was still involved with. She was a model student, exactly what a school counselor like Jake liked to see come into his office. So ... what the hell was she doing on her knees in a back room taking a stranger's money into her purse and his penis into her mouth...?

Tuition! Yes, Jake remembered! There was a problem with tuition. Something about forms not getting approved, deadlines not met, parental income levels ... what ever ... he simply didn't recall all of it. The details continued coming to him: the Woodridge's weren't wealthy people -- debts maybe, or the recent Great Recession possibly -- but some how their income level had been misinterpreted, and Jessica had been denied her scholarship. Or was Jake confusing the girl with another of his two hundred students...?

He shook it all away as he remembered the Blackberry in his hand. He lifted it before him, partially depressed the button to get it to focus -- then backed off. The flash! He'd turned it on to make sure he got the pic in the dark bar. But the poker room was better lit, and he knew that once the flash went off, not only was the transaction before him exposed and ended, but he was exposed and likely identified as well.

He slipped farther back into the alcove and quickly adjusted the settings, turning off the flash and the simulated shutter sound. He peaked out again; the man was beginning to show his rising pleasure, with one hand on the poker table supporting him as the other guided Jessica's work before his groin.

Jake reached to his own groin, repositioning his throbbing erection. His other hand raised the picture phone ... and he began snapping off pic after pic after pic...

Jessica made no hesitations in getting down to her knees and doing what she was paid to do. Sucking dick was where she made the most money since it was easiest to do and easiest to conceal. She wasn’t proud but she had been the girl under the table or while the main was driving if it earned those extra precious bills. So now she held back no hesitation, and apparently neither did the “John” as his cock stiffened almost immediately upon entering her mouth.

Spreading his thighs, her mouth bobbed up and down, running over the full length of his cock, cupping his balls with one hand. Her full lips spread as she sucked him off, normally able to tell when a man was about to cum, though evidently it must have been a long time since the John had been given a good relief since his warm cum soon filled her mouth, causing her to back up quickly as the rest went shot onto her chest. She politely spit it out off to the side, re-enforcing the fact that there was no romantic elements inclined. Jessica had to find out the hard man you could flirt with your clients only so much before things became complicated.

Though she did know for a fact you could scrap the romantic gestures and go straight for dirty, kinky sex in this business so as to please the guy she massaged his cum into her tits, allowing her nipples to erect as she swayed her hips slightly for him, rising back to her feet. She was smiling as if she enjoyed it only to make sure he wouldn’t suddenly get angry with her.

The money was already with her and she pictured herself gleefully depositing it safely into the bank so it could be deferred to her tuition, making her goals come that one step closer. If her parents really knew how she made this money they’d be shrouded with anger and guilt, and she didn’t dream of putting them through those kinds of emotions. Though even Jessica would’ve known better than to have tried to start a brand new restaurant business during a recession. It was basic knowledge, she was even taught so in her economics class. Which now that she thought of it she had a quiz in it tomorrow. And she had promised to get her rebuttal ready for the debate team. And then there was that awareness poster she said she’d assign for the culture club due tomorrow…

Shaking her head to toss her hair out of her face and the worries out of her mind, she knew she couldn’t stress now of all times on school. Back to business, and more importantly back to her client.

“Top or bottom big boy?” She asked, leaning towards him playfully as he whispered bottom to her, knowing know she had to do her best to speed things along if she was to get home before her parents knew she snuck out.

So she put her hands down on his chest, lowering him onto the card table as she climbed on top of it. She straddled across him, placing her hands on either side of him as she slid her pussy over his re-hardening cock, grinding her hips down onto him. If she did her all this time he might forget about the anal he had paid for and she’d be out of there earlier. So naïve little Jessica brought herself up so her legs were still straddling him but her back was perfectly poised and straight, letting him see her breasts on full display as they bounced along with her as she rode his dick. She bit down on her lip as she went faster and faster, her rhythm increasing as a light sweat broke out as her client became ostentatious and began kneading and pinching her breasts.

Jake:



He was having a hard time concentrating on his goal of snapping incriminating pics. His attention kept leaving the small screen of the Blackberry, turning instead to the live view of Jessica as her head moved quickly to and fro at the man's groin. Jake shifted his own groin -- his dick was hard as a rock and uncomfortably contained -- and reached his free hand downward in an attempt to reposition it a bit. After he did so, his hand remained there for a moment, grasping at his throbbing erection. He wanted to be the one getting the nobber now, not taking the pics of someone else--

Oh, shit! He turned his attention again to the camera phone, aimed, focused, shot ... then shot again ... then -- just as the "John" gave out a loud grunt of satisfaction, signalling his orgasm -- shot again and again and again, as fast as the three year old cell would allow. His attention was on the composition of the pics and he missed most of the action; the next thing he knew, Jessica was rising before the man, massaging her breasts, causing her nipples to harden to a size that across the room even Jake was impressed with them.

He was clicking off pictures almost mechanically now, barely looking at the Blackberry's screen; he had all the incriminating evidence he needed, he was sure, so his eyes were primarily set upon Jessica's body, his mind on what he planned to do with it in the very near future. He had no doubts that he'd be fucking that fine, young beauty very soon. He didn't see that she'd have any choice; she was still two or three steps away from having her place at Queen's locked in, steps that a well-placed school counselor could easily disrupt, steps that a man with a phone full of sex-for-hire pics could easily make impossible to achieve.

As Jessica laid the man back onto the poker table, crawling up to straddle him, to take him inside her, he envisioned them doing the same across the top of his Administration Wing desk on a late Friday afternoon. The rest of the staff would have scattered to the four winds, anxious to get away from the hell hole that was their work place; the students would be heading away for weekend mischief, or gathering at the stadiums to watch the softball or baseball games.

Jake and Jess, sitting in a tree, f-u-c-k-i-n-g... he thought, nearly laughing aloud. Even six years after moving from the Elementary grades to the High School level, the little kid songs still stuck in his head at times. First comes lust, then comes... He got stuck, unable to manipulate the little diddy into something dirty. He looked back to the phone's screen again and realized he was taking really good pics of the floor. He adjusted his aim, returned to snapping pics, then turned his eyes back to the couple.

The "John" was groaning and grunting in obvious satisfaction as Jessica rode him from on high, her wonderfully shaped breasts bouncing animatedly with her energetic grinding atop him. John's hand was still at his crotch, almost unconsciously grasping and stoking his erection through the cloth of his slacks.

The man suddenly grasped at Jessica's hips, then used his thighs to lift her upwards. As he repositioned her, moving her forward, he growled, "I paid for the back door."

Jake realized the man was moving her, shifting her, to get into her ass. That turned Jake off a bit. Oh, he'd done anal before, many times; and with a pair of women that he immediately recalled, they each had been satisfied with the outcome. But, now, here, Jake didn't want to see this man fucking his soon-to-be lover in the ass. Jake realized suddenly that he was already becoming possessive of Jessica. There was obviously something wrong with that, though at the moment he wasn't sure what it would be. She was a student under his advisory care; he shouldn't want her, let alone be planning to blackmail her into his bed ... let alone becoming possessive -- and, he realized, a bit protective -- of Jessica as well.

This was getting out of hand, becoming a bit more than he had expected. His mind was whirling with thoughts. What are you doing here? What the fuck were you thinking? You shouldn't be here, doing this...

Jake turned his full attention to Jessica's face, to her expression. She looked conflicted; she was trying to put on the best face for what Jake thought was something she didn't really want to do with this man. He didn't know exactly what had brought her to this point, to selling herself to strangers, but he was sure this choice had been a hard one for her. He told himself, No one aspires to be a whore!

Before he knew what he was doing, he backed farther into the alcove and slammed a fist several times rapidly on the poker room's outside wall. He hurried into the bathroom at the end of the alcove, rushed out the door that led to the hall, and scurried through the dark hall to the poker room's door, where he again beat on it and called out, "Open this door, god damn it. If y'all are are smoking dope in there, I'm calling the cops!"

He looked down the hall into the bar. No one seemed to have heard him, or if they did they didn't care to show him any attention. He shifted his still stiff dick in his slacks, straightened his shirt and jacket, and made his way casually through and out of the bar, to his car, and home to his bed...

...where he spent the next hour reviewing the pictures of Jessica Woodridge while masturbating himself to the best self-induced orgasms he'd had in quite a while.

Needless to say the thought of being caught by anyone sent Jessica running. So at the sound of someone threatening to call the cops Jessica knew it was time to call their little exchange short. Before the John even had a chance to come to his senses and notice Jessica’s absence, she had hopped off of him leaving him with nothing but memories and her with nothing but his money the way it should be. As she scooted around the corner of the door she heard him muttering curses under his breath before calling out, "I'll make you pay somehow you slut!" These insults rolled off her back like water though as Jessica had no time to dwell and take these threats seriously.

Her dress was now haphazardly draped over her body, and her hair was out of sorts but Jessica knew there was no need to impress anyone else tonight, as she slipped out of the card room. She noticed the man with the threats was gone , smiling to herself as things that night went smoother than she expected. It was almost like being let off work early for the night, only the rewards this time were greater. Normally she liked to get off from the sex herself, she enjoyed it after all and was far from a prude. But to her ending the night early, unseen and paid was as good as gold.

Slipping out the back of the bar and into a taxi, her home was soon on the horizon. The last thing she remembered of the night was tucking the wad of cash safely under her bed in a little metal box before her mind dozed off to sleep.

The peaceful hours of rest were interrupted all too soon though by the alarm buzzing next to her, as Jessica woke up in a storm of papers and books scattered across her bed. There was no time for her to gather and organize them to make sure she had finished all her schoolwork, so instead she stretched her arms across her bed, scooped them and tossed them into her leather bookbag.

If you saw how Jessica dressed for school you would never connect the innocent school girl with the vixen whore at the bar the night before. Whereas last night she had had disguised her face with thick eyeliner and vampy red lips, today she wore little to no makeup letting her blue eyes shine through from the porcelain skin. Her wild dark locks were tamed now into straight and smooth strands of brunette hair. The outfit was the biggest difference though, as her slinky dress was carefully fitted in all the write places to showcase her small waist, C cup breasts and slender legs. Today she concealed her figure with a humble navy pleated skirt and crisp white blouse. She felt no real need to dress in fashion at school anyways since it was only a place she went to in order to keep up her grades and reputation to have hope of securing her place in university.

Once deeming herself read, she flew out the door and down the street to her school, the girl in the daylight concealing the girl she was at night.

Jake: 9:15am


He tapped at the keyboard, bringing up the Student Roster -- which had just this year gone totally electronic -- and quickly brought up Jessica Woodridge's file. He stared at the pic for a moment, questioning himself. Are you sure that's her...?

The girl in the file photo was considerably plainer that the sexy woman who had been selling her services on the poker table the night before. Jake pulled his Blackberry out, pressing buttons until the pics from the previous evening were before him. He compared the images, which was difficult as the school photo was an up close portrait shot and the phone pics were grainy, distant, profiles. That is, all except for the one shot in which the woman had turned to face Jake's direction; she had had a pursed-lips expression that, at home later, Jake hadn't at first understood. He'd cracked up laughing when he finally realized she had been spitting the man's ejaculate out onto the floor. He'd wondered what the Janitor would have thought about that the following morning.

No, as he studied the pics carefully, he determined that the bar room whore was indeed sweet, innocent, Honor Roll student Jessica Woodridge ... and, paging through the pics on his phone, he knew that the previous evening was only to be the first of many nights that he'd see a dick shoved into her very capable mouth.



"Jessica Woodridge to the Counselor's Office.". The P.A. System, just another ancient school system that was scheduled for a summer upgrade, crackled a bit before the Office Assistant's voice repeated, "Jessica Woodridge ... to the Counselor's Office, please."

Jessica was dumping her textbooks into her locker, pulling a balancing act with her notebooks stacked on her arms when she heard her name come crackling in from over the murmur of student voices. Her ears perked up hearing she was wanted at the Counselor's Office

She put her books back at double-speed now, grabbing what she needed for her next class since this meeting would most likely end up making her late anyways. Walking down the hallway she couldn't help but make eye contact with anyone that looked at her. She often wondered if maybe she had slipped up the night before and made a crucial mistake of being seen. It wasn't like she traveled far to pick up business, maybe any one of these students could have seen her.

Yet she knew she was just being paranoid, shaking these thoughts out of her head as a partial smile lit up on her face. She walked towards the office with more confidence in her steps wondering what she could have been called in for. Jessica had met a few times with the Counselor earlier to sort out her financial issues and work around her scholarship money. But Jessica hadn't deposited nearly enough money to her tuition to warrant a meeting with a Counselor. Needless to say her curiosity was peaked.

"Mr. Jacobs?" Jessica called out, her hand knocking on the door gently before opening it and stepping into the office, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. "You had wanted to see me?" She said, her voice alight with curiosity as she was, itching to know what her reason for being here was.

David Lee Warren; before first bell":



David didn't normally drive to school; the one day he'd driven his then-brand new Mercedes to the campus had resulted in weeks worth of "spoiled rich boy" teasing that only ended when he lied, spreading the rumor that it had belonged to his father's company and he was only borrowing it for the day. Today, he took a circuitous route to school, one that brought him up behind the garage of his grandmothers house, located just three blocks from the school. He activated the garage door, parked inside, exited, and walked the remainder of the distance, his back pack over one shoulder and his violin -- disguised inside a more socially acceptable trumpet case -- over the other.

He ascended the school's side steps, cutting as inconspicuously as he could between "The Jocks" and "The In Crowd", when he came face to face with his worst nightmare: Jessica Woodridge. His eyes widened as they each stopped, just short of collision, and did the I'll go this way, you go that way shimmy before finally a hurrying body flew by, knocking David aside and, finally, allowing Jessica to continue onward.

David half turned to watch Jessica exit. The returning Senior, with whom he'd had many classes over the course of their high school career, wore a skirt and blouse set that did nothing to accentuate the incredible body that David knew hid below the loose layers. He'd spied her in town one late night, sexed up in a tight, short skirt and curve-hugging blouse, her make up dramatic, her hair curled and teased like some rock star wanna-be. He assumed she was going dancing or attending a concert, but later -- realizing it had been a uneventful Tuesday night -- wondered if maybe she hadn't had a date with some hot hunk, or maybe even an older man, maybe a college guy from the local University.

Since that night, he'd fantasized about her endlessly. Even now, standing there on the steps surrounded by students who considered him a waste of good oxygen, he realized his penis was in full erection mode just thinking about her. He lowered his back pack and instrument case to better conceal himself, then hurried away from the open Quad and toward his locker.

One day, he told himself. One day, I'll have a girl like that ... a girl like Jess Woodridge. David was a nice guy, and he wasn't ugly by any means; his family had money, and he himself was worth a third of a million dollars. A third of a million dollars, he thought. He liked to say it that way; it sounded so much more impressive than "three hundred thousand dollars", although that was nothing to sneeze at either. Girls -- women -- wanted a man who could take care of them in comfort, in style even; he could do that with ease, he knew, so why was it that, just shy of his 18th birthday, he was still a girlfriend-free virgin with no prospects of getting laid before graduation?

He stored away his things in his locker, inconspicuously check his his groin to ensure he was ready for public viewing, and turned to head for his first class. And, of course ... who had to be standing just a few yards away at her locker, adjusting her bra strap and smoothing her pleaded skirt over her perfectly rounded ass...?

David turned quickly, heading for the bathroom to hide his again-hardening dick, resigned to the fact that he'd be getting another tardiness demerit for being late to his first period class while he again waited for his obvious show of excitement to wane.

Henry "Jake" Jacobs:



"Mr. Jacobs?"

Jake spun from the window at the sound of Jessica calling to him from just outside the door. Instantly, his stomach turned over with nervousness -- dread -- as he again considered what he was about to attempt.

"You had wanted to see me?" she asked, stepping inside as he waved her eagerly inside.

"Sit, please," he told her, moving quickly around his desk to spin a faux-leather chair to her. Before she'd even begun to move to it, he was at the door, glancing out into the school's Administration Office to see if anyone was paying any particular attention to them. The coast was clear as he closed the door quietly. He left the blinds open, although it was common practice to close them for sessions that involved student confidentiality or emotional personal issues; Jake didn't want anyone thinking this meeting was anything more than a friendly conversation between a college bound student and her faculty adviser.

He'd been practicing what he was going to say for most of the morning -- hell, part of the previous night as well -- and yet now, as he moved around his desk to face her, he had no idea of how to even start the conversation.

When Jessica asked him if there was any problem with her college application process, Jake quickly answered no, then jumped into a series of routine questions about the girl's classes, club activities, and what-not, simply to lighten the mood and make him look a little less nervous than the bead of sweat that was forming behind his ear made Jake appear.

Jessica answered his questions as she'd answered them the last time they'd talked; in fact, since there were essentially the same questions from their conversation just last week, her answers were nearly word for word the same as well.

An uncomfortable lull commenced, and Jake knew it was time, as his grandfather would have said, to fish or cut bait. He glanced past her, through the window of the closed door to the Office, for any possibility that they were going to be interrupted. They weren't. He took a deep breath, began to speak ... and found he couldn't. Instead, he opened his desk and took out a manilla file folder. He stood, set it before her, hesitated, then opened it. In the black and white of his ancient school photocopier was an 8x10 inch copy of Jessica expectorating the cum she'd lured from her customer the night before; and as Jake pushed them aside, one after another, the other images -- of her laying the man back on the poker table, of her mounting him, of her fucking him with her hands full of her young, firm breasts -- came to her view.

He sat back down -- primarily because he realized he was hardening in his groin -- and said softly, "I think we need to talk ... don't you?"

Jessica wondered if maybe Mr. Jacobs had forgotten about her and the fact they had already had there 'let's see you're progress at this school' meeting last week. She felt she was going over the same exact questions, and even he seemed a bit flustered at the fact that there conversation could've been them reading from a transcript of their previous meeting. Just as Jessica was about to question the real reason for being called in, he had pulled out a very interesting folder. Her eyes widened with each copy he pulled out and spread across the desk before it seemed as if a montage of her fucking a perfect stranger was created right on the counselor's desk. When she was mounting and riding that man she felt sexy and empowered, but now seeing her; pixelated and demoted to 2D images, she realized she resembled more of a cheap porn star. If it wasn't for the one picture of her facing the camera (which to her horror she realized was during expelling his semen from her mouth) she could have easily passed this off as some common hooker who most definitely wasn't the clean cut, plain girl before him. But the face in the black and white before her was unmistakably her own.

This can't be happening.

Jessica felt her legs begin to tremble as she slid into the chair before the desk. one of her hands gripped the side of the chair as the other shielded her eyes as her head was brought into her hands. Her nerves and fears attacked her all at once as she felt her whole body shaking like a leaf before him. Jessica felt light headed, tilting her head backwards and fanning the the collar of the stiff blouse to try and bring some air to her. She felt her cheeks blush and reach a deep crimson shade of humiliation. "Please... I didn't... I wasn't..." Jessica stumbled over her words, absorbing any nerves he had been feeling, as the back of her neck became drenched in a cold sweat. Her mind refused to form any clear sentences and as even attempting to spit out the first thing that came to mind she just came across as a stuttering idiot, someone who clearly wasn't capable of handling this situation.

This wasn't her. This mumbling flustered, waif like creature she turned into wasn't the smart, determined girl she knew she was. You didn't get caught up in selling your body if you didn't have a spine to back you up after all. And you didn't uphold a 93% average without knowing how to con and talk your way out of situations like this. Though typically not many girls found them in a place where they needed to talk themselves out of getting rid of naked pictures of them, but still, the logic she felt was the same. Besides, how did Mr. Jacobs even come into possession of these pictures? Clearly not in a way that let him off spot free.

Taking in a deep breath, crossing her legs and sitting up straight in her seat, her firmly clasped hands the only visible sign left of her nerves, Jessica transformed into a self-assured, if she had to say it bitchy character before him. "Sir, I won't question in what sleazy way you've acquired these photographs but I assure you they mean nothing. I find it insulting that you would even dare to put a student in a position like this, as well as yourself. I don't know what you plan to accomplish by holding onto these pictures but I promise it will get you nowhere other than revealing you to be a pathetic, no life pervert." Jessica said, her breathing rate going up as she had started off strong and ended off a bit amateurish. Had she stuck with the sympathy vote and allowed herself to beg and grovel before him, maybe she would've gotten off the hook with those big blue eyes of hers.

Though now they were seering into him, treating him as someone incapable of putting those pictures to any real use, least of all someone that was above her in power. Had she known Mr. Jacobs had had enough of women treating him like shit she probably wouldn't have played it this way. But what she said was done, and she felt confident her own self-assured defiant nature would set him back and get her off the hook.

"Now if we're all done here, I'd like to leave and forget this ever happened." Jessica said, her voice now louder and free of any nerves or worries, standing up and staring down defiantly at him.

Jake:



A smile spread slowly across his lips, his teeth bared, and he began laughing. He hadn't expected this of her, this show of confident outrage; he'd expected groveling, crying, total collapse. But now, as he thought more about it, why would she have fallen apart? She was a confident, head strong girl with a bright future that she and she alone, if the stories of her family's collapse were true, had created for herself. He should have expected this exact response.

And now that she'd reacted, demanding that the whole affair basically be forgotten, insisting that Jake was a pervert for bringing this to her and that some how he should be the one ashamed, not the girl caught blowing a stranger off in a sleazy bar for a handful of dollar bills, Jake couldn't help but laugh. It was ridiculous; he be ashamed of being pathetic, of being perverted? No ... the only thing Jake was right now was in control!

"Take a seat, Miss Woodridge," he said, pointing back to the chair from which Jessica had risen. When she didn't even appear to be ready to sit before him again, he demanded, "Jessica ... sit ... down ... now! You're just a few months away from beginning your college career ... but, unless all you ever want to carry down the halls of Queens University is a mop bucket and broom ... you'll sit that tight little ass of yours back down into that chair ... and listen to me. We have a great deal to talk about, I think."

He realized he was trembling inside and hoped it wasn't showing to the girl before him. This happened to him often when he got emotional, and right now he was emotional. He was tired of getting stepped on or over by other people, particularly women. He was in charge here, and he wasn't letting this opportunity get away from him.

Henry Jacobs was going to get laid by the sexy, young Jessica Woodridge, whether she suspected it or not. No, not just laid! Jess was going to do things to him that no woman had ever done to him before, and he was going to do things to her that no woman had ever let Jake do before either.

When she didn't sit down, Jake pulled his Blackberry from his pocket, held it before him, and place his finger above the send button. "I prepared for our ... little meeting before you arrived. I have the web site for Queens, both your father and mother's email addresses, and our own School Newspaper's blog site programmed. I push send..." He glanced to the pictures still spread across his desk. "... and they all get not only those pics, but a full copy of your digital high school record, a copy of your application form, and more."

He stood before she responded and snatched up the photocopies, turning quickly and heading across his office to the shredder. A moment later, the images were little more than gerbil bedding. He turned back to her, leaning back against the window sill, the phone still before him.

"Yes, Jessica," he continued, his voice softer and conciliatory. "I'm am a very pathetic man. It isn't all my doing, but I accept that portion of the blame that is mine. But pervert...? No. I'm just a man who likes women ... even if, usually, they don't think much of me. So ... here we are ... a man, and a woman ... in a situation that bears some contemplation."

He lofted the Blackberry between them. "Do I press a button, and destroy the future of Jessica Woodridge, a bright, talented, strong-willed young lady who some day will amount to far more than this miserable, mid-level, going-no-where public school employee will ever be...? Or ... do we come to an arrangement, that forgoes any public humiliation on your part ... and prevents me from losing a job--" He lifted his free hand up, his thumb and fore finger separated by just a fraction of an inch. "--that I am this close to cashing in anyway...?"

After reluctantly sitting her "tight little ass" into the seat, she felt as if she was paralyzed in the spot for the remainder of his speech. Everything he said made sense yet at the same time Jessica couldn't bring herself to actually process the information. She almost leapt out of her seat though when his finger hovered over that send button, her hand outstretched for a minute, flinching slightly before she regained composure.

She knew better than to fight for the phone, delete or smash the pictures. Jake had already gone through all the trouble of making copies and preparing emails and transcripts to send to the schools and her family. There was no doubt in her mind he had backed up the files already. She wasn’t dealing with some young teenage boy who would use the pictures to replace his dirty magazines late at night. Somehow all of this meant more to Mr. Jacobs, and she felt that he wanted more out of it.

All of his words were chosen so carefully, she tried to digest them without letting his diplomacy interfere with what he really meant. She knew her future was over if he did press send. One movement using so few muscles would ruin everything she had tried so hard to build up. Her education and countless devoted hours in school would be wasted. Earning the respect from her family and peers would be wiped away in two seconds. She would likely never be able to show her face at school again. Not to mention all those nights spent with all those strangers would’ve ultimately been for no reason.

No. Jessica knew better than to play hardball with him now. This wasn’t something she could simply talk her way out of, nor was it something throwing a tantrum would fix. And she didn’t dare call his bluff and say it wouldn’t matter if the pictures got out.

“You’re right. This clearly needs some contemplation.” Jessica quoted, her voice dripping with exhaustion now. Her forefingers rubbed at her temples, closing her eyes in frustration. Never would she have imagined she would find herself in this situation. She racked her brain for some quick fix, some answer that would come out of nowhere to get her out of this situation but she came up short.

Reflecting on all the cards that had been set out on the table, she was sure of one thing: she had no real say in the matter. What she wanted and didn’t want no longer mattered here. Suddenly she felt as if all the power was in Jake’s hands. Jake was essentially in control of her future now, and his choices and decisions would dictate what happened to Jessica from here on out.

“Mr. Jacobs,” Jessica began, feeling the need to clear her throat. She was notably uncomfortable now, as she sat up straighter, smoothing her skirt and aiming to still appear modest despite having the knowledge of the compromising positions he had seen her in.

“Say I pick what is obviously my only option, and choose to not send the pictures, what exactly would this ‘arrangement’ be?” Jessica said, air quotes in full force around arrangement. She could reason with him but it didn’t mean she couldn’t be snarky about it. She was fairly sure she knew what this arrangement would call for. Something was wanted from her end and though her mind dared to travel to him just wanting sex from her, she wondered if things could really develop and go that far.

Jake:

The arrangement, he wanted to answer, would be that you lock my door and dropped between my thighs.

Jake was envisioning Jessica in the poker room, lips around that man's dick, tongue playing at it's tip; he was, once again, hardening below the belt line, his on-again, off-again erection the reason he had shifted from a standing position to sit at his desk and hide behind his desk. He wanted her so badly -- and not just because she was a beautiful young woman -- he was surrounded by unavailable beautiful young woman all day long -- but specifically because, for the right fee, he knew she was available.

And now, like they said in all those bank account and credit card commercials on television, his fee was about to be waived. Jessica was, it was appearing to him, a sure thing. He'd never had a sure thing before -- at least, not until after a number of time consuming, money investing dates. He liked dating; there was nothing wrong with getting to know a nice woman, laughing and flirting, then ultimately coming together in a gentle moment of love making or a fiery, passionate encounter of wild sex.

The problem was that for the last decade or so, Jake had been dutifully investing that time and money, and very seldom was he scoring that prize that was supposed to come at the end. He'd gone months, even years between sexual encounters and spend most of his time since completing his Masters in Psychology without a lover. His last relationship had been ... well, the only word that seemed to describe it was unsatisfying. It was the primary reason why he'd lashed out at Jessica with his sit your ass down attack earlier; he simply was fed up with the way women were treating him -- had been, for far too many years.

He was a nice guy! At least, he thought he was. He bought flowers, remembered anniversaries -- not that he had had many to recall -- had meaningful discussion with girlfriends' mothers, loved dogs, and even cooked romantic dinners. He did everything he thought a man was supposed to do for his woman, and yet...

That was yesterday, he told himself. Today's a new day. He had an opportunity here to start something new. He liked new. Of course, it was starting with him blackmailing a teenage whore -- is it proper ... polite to think of her that way? -- so he wasn't sure whether this new opportunity was starting off on a new footing. But hey, you work with what you've got, right?

He started to rise from his chair, then realized he was still stiff down there; instead, he simply moved to the edge of his chair and leaned in over his desk, looking directly into the Senior-again's eyes. He smiled -- a soft expression, nothing menacingly, he hoped, considered his words, and explained the arrangement.

"Jessica, I don't want this to be confrontational. I think ... I think we can help one another. I'm assuming that your are ... doing ... what you're doing ... because you need the money. I can't imagine you were in that bar because you had nothing better to do on a school night."

He glanced down to his hands; the pic of her spitting was still on the screen, which only made him twitch an additional time in his groin. He pressed the end button on his phone, which sent the screen back to the wall paper, then opened his desk drawer, dropped the cell into it, and close it once more.

"No more threats," he said firmly. "I have no intention of sending those pictures to anyone. To be honest ... I never did. There was no push a button and they're gone message. You were simply looking at one of the pics. In answer to your question, how did I get the photos...? I was there. I took them. I ... I saw you with that man..."

He hesitated, clearing his throat and diverting his eyes for a moment. How honest are you going to be here, Jake? He considered his words again, then looked to her and continued, "I wanted to be that man. I ... I,um ... I want ... to be that man..."

-Nicholas Giaquinto Student at Watsamata University Majoring in Cooking learning everything there was to learn but things have been to up tight.All work not enough Sex i mean sure there had been sex but compared to the first year at the school there was not enough.Nick walked out of the dorm wearing a pair of blue jeans with a pair of black sneakers,he wore a white tee shirt and a blue vest over it as he smiled looking around the dorm.-

"Well at least the day is nice so far."-his hair lightly blew in the soft breeze from the windows open in the hall and his blue eyes peeked around him keeping his alert up.-"Well maybe i should go out and look for some adventure maybe."-he said to him self a smile crept to his face.-"Girl chasing that will be my activity today."

-Nicholas walked to the local starshmucks coffee shop and ordered a drink this is where girls came and nick would have a ball chatting it up.Nick would stay here till late usually and then go out to the clubs but for now early afternoon he had time before he left and the scene kept getting sexier and sexier.-

(OOC -- Just to be clear, this is a male writer, writing a female character.)



Pamela Finch; evening, "The Hideout" Lounge:



She entered the bar with trepidation, unsure first of whether she wanted to be in such a place and second whether she wanted to take the chance of being seen in such a place. A friend from work had suggested the lounge to her -- "a place to tend to your needs" she'd called it -- and offered to escort her there, but Pamela had told her she wasn't interested in such entertainment ... then turned around and came alone anyway.

She stood in the dark of the entrance until her eyes adjusted. From here, it looked like any other pickup bar: a long counter with tall stools, high backed booths that offered privacy to those who wanted it, soft jazz playing over the sound of clinking drink glasses and light laughter.

Screwing up her courage, she set her eyes on a stool at the far end of the bar, took a deep breath, and strode forth; eyes turned to look her way immediately, many of them following her for the full distance of the walk and, again, many of them staying on her even after the bartender had taken her order and returned with a tumbler of whiskey, neat.

The bartender set a glass of water before her -- also neat, if that term could be applied to plain water, she wondered -- then, with a knowing glance, pushed a tray of stirring straws, one of which was within reach of every stool at the counter, an inch or two closer to Pamela, before departing to answer the call of a customer down the bar.

Pamela stared at the straws, lifted her drink for a sip, then another, then a third, then turned her attention back to the straws once again. You can do this, Pam. You can. Just ... put one ... up there.

She looked down the length of the bar, then out to the small tables and booths; she found much of the lounge's clientele looking directly at her. She felt a blush flood her face and looked quickly away to the television, praying to God that no one had seen her obvious show of shame for not only being in such a place but of being here for that reason.

This wasn't who she was; this wasn't Pamela Finch, not in the least. Was it...?

She turned her gaze back to the straws again, then lifted her tumbler to her lips, using the sipping to again cast her eyes about: many of the patrons, likely aware that Pamela was feeling like a fish in a glass bowl, had either diverted their gazes or were pretending to have done so.

Do it, Pam. Just get it over with!

She drew another deep breath, her full breasts heaving up and forward, displaying themselves even more so than the low cut, spaghetti strap dress was already. She picked a straw out of the tray and began to place it atop the water glass, remembering her friend's instructions; they'd covered everything from the gender of partner you were looking for, the number of partners, even the preferences of such things as soft versus hard, vanilla versus anything-goes, quick and over versus 'til the sun comes up. And, most importantly, whether or not she was willing to pay for professional treatment, or was simply looking for another individual with her simple need and desire for sexual satisfaction and release.

Pamela hadn't needed the full list of instructions, of course; she was now and always had been a straight, vanilla kind of girl, who only wanted her man to treat her with kindness as demand no more from her than she was willing to give.

She began to place the straw, when movement near the entrance's shadows caught her attention. A radiant, young redhead moved slowly to the bar's far end, smiling to the bartender before sitting at the nearest stool ... and looking directly toward Pamela.

Frozen, the straw hanging over the glass before her, Pamela suddenly found herself with thoughts she hadn't experienced since high school, nearly two decades earlier. No, she tried convincing herself, her gaze upon the angelic face that was, in turn, gazing at her. Keep it simple. One man, one fuck ... get off, get gone. Wake up alone and happy.

Then, she remembered why she was coming to a bar where she was likely to have to pay to ensure she was satisfied in the way she wanted: men suck! She hadn't had the best of luck with the opposite sex recently; oh, with her looks and figure, she had no problem gaining the attention of a man and being invited to a party, but she was having the damnedest time finding one who would ensure she got to eat some cake and ice cream, too. It was always wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Why the hell go through all the hassles of birth control and protection and lies -- which the men she met seemed to excel at -- when, once they'd redressed and departed, getting off was going to be left up to her anyway!

As she looked the young beauty over, Pamela thought, maybe it's time to try someone who knows a little more about what a woman wants ... what a woman needs ... and who better for that then...

Pamela looked down to the straws before her, and suddenly her mind went blank. What ... how do I...? Oh my god ... is it one, or ... two...? Which way do I...?

Again she felt a fiery blush fill her neck and face, and again she screamed inside, Pam! You can do this! Don't sabotage this chance. Think! Think!

Finally, desperate, she simply stood, pulled a bill from her purse, tossed it onto the bar, and headed for the lounge's entrance ... slowing as she reached the end of the bar ... and turning to stand before the beauty. She tried to speak, failed, then finally asked, "Can I buy you a drink? Here ... or ... somewhere else...?"

Jessica: School During Morning Hours

As Jessica watched Jake pick up the phone and drop it in his desk she felt the whole game change for her. It’s not like she was off the hook and was given a guarantee he wouldn’t show those to anyone, but for now she was safe of his blackmail. She looked at Mr. Jacobs with new eyes, though ones that were still clouded by scepticism.

Jake suddenly didn’t seem so threatening. He was no longer this horrible figure looming over her, juggling her future so carelessly and closely to a cliff. She couldn’t forget that he still had that option of revealing her true identity as a whore, but for now he seemed more honest. He had transformed in her eyes as someone who just wanted in on her business. Someone like any other of her customers that had only wanted to pay for that guaranteed feel. This wasn’t about blackmail anymore. All it was to her now was another client ready and willing, where the two could each get exactly what they needed.

Jessica adjusted her figure in her seat, gathering her ebony hair in a low ponytail before releasing it. She picked up on how he cleared his throat and diverted her eyes from her, the obvious signs of nerves. He was after all someone of authority in her school. Mr. Jacobs was above her in the hierarchy of high school so naturally this kind of delicate exchange would never take place. But if you were to strip down to the basics of the situation, in the end he was just getting that body and she was just getting her money. It all equalled out to a perfect situation.

Jessica wasn’t exactly in the position to turn down his offer, if that’s even what it was. She needed the money and if he was a ready and willing patron for her business she sure as hell wasn’t going to turn him down. The knowledge that he still had those pictures of her may have persuaded her slightly towards the ‘yes’ side. Still though, Jake could open up new doors for her. There were people he knew that could benefit from her assets and skills that she knew were ripe and ready to fork out the money for her. These people however, whether they are classmates or teachers or parents, were strictly off limits due to the taboos that held them apart and the fact that her secret could be revealed.

Right now she had to focus only on the transaction at hand. What she saw now was a gentle, polite man interested in what she had to offer. The arrangement as it turned out, was easy for her to put together. Before they went for it though, she had to be clear she knew what she was getting into.

Jessica locked eyes with him, fidgeting with the arm of the chair as she too felt the need to clear her throat. She eyed the windows to make sure they were free of eavesdroppers.

“Being that man comes at a price.” Jessica began, ready to go off into a speech though stopped herself when she realized that’s all that needed to be said to make things clear. When it came down to it really, he could have her body. Jake could have her draped across him, her mouth enveloping her dick, her breasts in his face. Anything he desired he could have as long as he filled that price tag. Though in case her words weren’t clear enough for him, she cocked an eyebrow and undid one button at the top of her blouse, shattering only one illusion of the girl she was in school to becoming the whore he'd witnessed in action.

Evening, The "Hideout" Lounge

Erin waked into the bar slowly, letting her eyes adjust to the low level they kept the lights at. It had been a surprise to find this place a few months back and truth be told she still couldn't believe her luck. From the outside it was just another bar, nondescript, unimpressive, and it left one wondering how it could still be open with so many nicer establishments around. Then again the alcohol was not even half this place's business. No, the owner, who was also the bartender, had a soft spot for working girls. In exchange for a small cut of her take, and the occasional freebie, the bartender let the local girls hang out in his bar and pick up new customers. There was even a little system of straws in the glass of water he handed everyone as a discreet way of letting the girls know who was looking and who was just getting a drink.

Erin paused just in the doorway to survey the bar and let everyone else survey her. Her outfit was what she liked to call trashy schoolgirl. A nice tight little jean skirt that only can a little down her thigh. A tight navy blue sweater over a button up white blouse. Her hair was left down to try and make her look a bit older, but not too old.

Unfortunately from what she could see most of the prospective Johns were already called by many of the regular girls. Which left her with nothing to do but hang out and hope to score. Picking a stool at the end of the bar she hopped up on it. Bill the bartender smiled at her and brought her the usual glass of applejuice. She smirked back at him, knowing her turn in the "rotation" was coming up. He jerked his thumb down the bar and mouthed, 'you owe me,' before turning away.

Down the bar she spotted the woman Bill had been directing her too. A middle aged woman in a lovely spagetti strapped dress. Middle aged was doing her a disservice though, her long brown hair framed a face that time had been wonderful too. Her long lean body filled her dress nicely while exposing plenty of leg. Most attractive though was her complete an utter discomfort. Her mouth was open just slightly as she stared at Erin and Erin made sure to give her a show, twisting in her seat to expose her long pale legs, the seat gripping he skirt and holding it in place enough to expose almost her entire thigh. She smirked at the woman and giggled lightly as she stared at the straws in front of her.

Erin's hopes were rising just as the woman seemed to decide better as she blushed furiously and got up. 'Figures,' she thought, 'a gorgeous woman in here, alone, unclaimed, and she chickens out...' At least that's what she was thinking when the woman slowed and stopped in front of her.

"Can I buy you a drink? Here ... or ... somewhere else...?"

Erin quickly plastered her working smile on, a slight seductive grin as she obviously looked Pamela over. "Mmmm, forget which straws?" she teased, but she didn't wait for an answer, "Somewhere else would be lovely." She got down off the chair and started to head for the door. Bill didn't like the girls working out the details in the bar, and Erin suspected that this woman might just up and bolt if she was forced to do anything else in public. "I'm Abbey darling," she said as they walked outside. "So, you have a car?"

Mr "Jake" Jacobs; w/ Jessica.
High School Counseling Office, early school morning:



"Being that man comes at a price,” Jessica responded to Jake's clear statement that he wanted to be with her. She reached to her chest, loosing the top button of her blouse.

Jake's gaze fell to her cleavage, to the frilly lace edging her sexy brassiere. He stared for a long, silent moment. Then, as a reminder, he pulled open his desk drawer, removed the Blackberry, and casually set it upon a stack of unfinished work.

Attempting a matter-of-fact tone, not an overly threatening one, Jake said softly, "I sort of thought we had the price issue settled, Miss Woodridge."

He didn't wait for her to respond, instead -- uncaring that his erection was likely as obvious as the tie pointing toward it -- standing quickly as he touched a finger to the intercom and announcing, "Gladys, will you please supply Jessica with a hall pass and a tardy excuse, please. She's heading back to class now."

A woman's voice sounded over the static-filled speaker, "Yes, Mister Jacobs."

Jake looked to Jessica and siad softly, "Why don't we finish our conversation tonight ... at my apartment. Twelve-twelve Daniels Street, unit four-ten ... say about seven...?"

High School Counseling Office, early school morning:

Jessica wrinkled her brow in confusion, exhaling a breath in a shocked tone. She lowered her eyes from his to the blackberry, his words ringing through her head on a loop. How could she have so severely misunderstood what he was telling her? It seemed so obvious now that him keeping the secret came at a price. Now instead of him paying her, she’d be the one paying with her body to keep those photos private.

Jessica should’ve known better than to think those photos would be waved away so easily. Clearly she had under-estimated him. Jake had all the power now only because she was silly enough to get caught. He was so soft and gentle with his words she couldn’t even get mad. That little bastard!

Before she even was given the chance to vocalize her thoughts there Jake was laying out her departure and arrival later at his apartment tonight. As he stood she noticed a very big surprise that would be waiting for her tonight at seven. Her eyes glazed over at what she assumed was the preview for what she could expect tonight.

Following his lead she stood up, her eyebrows still knitted in confusion as to how she had let herself get conned into something like this. “Fine.” She said her voice coming out not as strong as she’d like, though signalling her agreement so he would be secure in not doing anything with those photos until tonight.

“I suppose I’ll see you at seven then.” Jessica said in confirmation smoothing out her skirt. Though in a slight daze of what had just happened she had forgotten to cover back up the hint of deep red lace that displayed her busty chest. She nodded towards Jake rather than shaking his hand as she exited his office, feeling entirely different than when she had come in. Walking quickly to the secretary, she waited to get her hall pass and excuse before slipping out into the halls for her first period class.

Pamela, with "Abbey" (Erin);
Outside "The Hideout" Lounge


Pamela pulled out her keys and tapped the alarm fob. Practically in front of the Lounge, the lights of a late model Jaguar Convertible flashed twice. She looked to the young woman walking beside her and smiled nervously; she couldn't believe she was doing this, paying for sex, and with another woman at that!

"My name is Pamela," she said, not remembering whether she'd introduced herself after telling Abbey that yes indeed, she had a car outside. "My friends call me Pam."

Pamela reached out and opened the passenger door for the woman ... the girl, she thought, suddenly catching Abbey's youthful face in the bright light of an overhead street lamp. Please ... at least be legal age. I could explain away people thinking I picked up a hooker, but not a child hooker.

Abbey stopped close in front of her, looking her straight in the eyes with a slight smile. Pamela was unsure of what the expression meant, or why in particular she wasn't simply getting into the car. Maybe we have to settle on terms...? Maybe ... maybe she wants to kiss me? Or me kiss her? Or ... Jesus, I have no fucking idea what I'm doing!

The moment seemed to last forever to Pamela, although in reality it hadn't been more than two or three seconds. She wouldn't realize it until she was passing around to get into the car herself, but she'd wanted desperately to embrace the girl, to wrap her arms around the sexy creature, to feel her youthful, firm body against her older, fuller one. But she didn't; she had no idea of the protocols involved in the operation they were about to embark upon. Do prostitutes really not kiss? Is it the same if it's two women? Why would it matter? Would she pull back if I moved to her? If she did, how would I react.

Instead she just smiled politely and chuckled nervously, waiting ...

David Lee Warren; High School Hallway:

"No, mother ... no mother," he was saying softly into his cell phone with a severely annoyed tone. "Because! I don't have anyone to go with me... Yes, that's exactly what it means ... 'Cause I don't have a date! I don't have a girl friend, so I don't have a date. I can't make it any clearer than ... No ... No...! Because that doesn't matter... Why? Because the girls at this school don't care whether I'm rich or not. I'm a geek, and they ... Yes... Yes, I am ... Listen, mother... Mother! Mother, listen, I can't talk now ... 'Cause I'm supposed to be in class. You know that."

He lowered the phone, drawing an exasperated breath and letting it out with a moan. Even with the phone hanging near his waist, he could still he his mother going on and on, could make the words out clearly. His eyes widened suddenly, and he lifted the cell quickly. "No! Absolutely not! Why?? Are you kidding...? Because I'm not taking my own cousin to one of Father's business dinners ... again!"

His head dropped, his chin resting on his chest as he leaned forward until his skull struck the metal lockers with a clang. "Oh my god, mother ... no. No! I will find someone to go with me ... I don't know ... someone"

He stood to height again and slapped the flip phone closed. He growled deep inside his throat, then turned to head for the office, knowing he couldn't get into class without a tardy slip --

And ... Oh my god!

Jessica Woodridge was standing less than ten feet away, staring at him as she turned the combination on her locker.

His stomach turned over and he thought, How long has she been there...? And did she really hear me say I took my cousin out on a date?

Jessica Woodridge: High School Hallway

Jessica couldn’t help but let her ears tune into David’s conversation. The moment she approached her locker she heard his voice echo in the silent hallways, the rest of the student body already stuck in their classes.

David, David, David. Jessica had had more than a few run-in’s with the boy. They shared a few classes and extracurricular activities, yet somehow the two had never had a real conversation. Every encounter Jessica seemed to share with him seemed to grow increasingly more awkward. It came to a point where Jessica felt there was tension between the pair when they had yet to have a real conversation.

Though listening in on his phone call, she couldn't help but have her heart go out for him. Feeling embarrassed in front of friends was one thing, but in front of your parents was always worse. She could alleviate that if she stood in as his date.

However, she sickeningly realized the pull she felt towards wanting to help him out was less of a sympathetic pitying gesture, but more of selfish greed on her part. David said he was rich, just as she had suspected. On a single occasion she had seen David pull into school with a Mercedes, yet there was never a sight of it again. Oh, how she'd love to feel that smooth leather seat on her bare back...

She quickly averted her eyes when they briefly locked with David's realizing how busted she was for having heard the whole conversation. There was so many opportunities though to be had. One dinner could lead to David wanting so much more and she knew he had the means to afford whatever he wanted.

"Hey." Jessica found herself saying, her voice surprising herself as if she had almost instinctively made the decision for her. She grabbed her books and turned to face him. She held them together over her waist, crossing her arms causing that devilish red lace to peek through the tiniest bit more.

"Looks like I'm going to be late for calculus too so I can join you getting a tardy slip." Jessica began, making up an excuse, unsure of how she was going to go about saying all this. God, he must have thought she was so fucking random talking to him like this. She almost felt like an idiot entirely choosing now of all times to approach him. Maybe it was the leftover feelings from Jake, but Jessica wanted to find a way to get back into control again.

"I can join you for that other thing too. If you wanted." Jessica finished bravely tilting her head as she let a smile spread across her lips.

David Lee Warren:

"I can join you for that other thing too. If you wanted."

Jessica's words were like X-rays, flying at him, through him, escaping without his consciousness even detecting them. He was in total shock; the one girl in the school who he wouldn't want to over hear him talking to his mother ...

God hates me. That's all there is to it. God hates my guts ... hates me to the core. I don't even believe in God, which probably means he doesn't believe in me ... and yet, he still hates me.

He was gone, his mind totally out there; he didn't even realize that Jessica was even moving his way until the wonderful smell of her wafted into his nostrils. His glazed eyes refocused on her, his gaze dropping momentarily to the hint of red lace revealing itself between her more-open-than-usual lapels before he pulled his attention back up to her face ... to those haunting eyes ... to those luscious lips ... to those--

"Wait," he mumbled, his conscious finally absorbing what his subconscious had picked up and was screaming out for him to pay attention to. "Did you say ...?"

No, he interrupted his own self. There is no way that Jessica Woodridge said ... but ... she did! She did say...

"You'd go out with me?" he asked, his tone one of deep questioning. Suddenly, he thought of his choice of words, go out with me. "I mean ... you'd go to this dinner with me ... accompany me ... I mean, it wouldn't be a date, so much ... unless ... it was. But ... it ... you know, it doesn't have to be. I mean I ..."

He drew a breath, forcing himself to shut up. He was making a fool of himself; making a fool of himself to the one woman in the world who he would never have wanted to make a fool of himself in front of.

Chester: School Entrance

50 yards away Chester was driving a Mercedez Benz at 120mph, drifting into the parking lot. He glanced at his watch, he was late.

But not in a hurry.

He checked his keys and locked the doors of his favorite car out of the many his father could afford. He checked his hair and attire in the windshield reflection as he walked towards the schools entrance. He knew he was late. And for that matter any effort he made otherwise would still cause him to be late.

Chester was a one-of-a-kind student. He had the looks and charm that any girl immediately falls in love with. His academics and GPA are outstanding. Though one would assume a guy as hot as Chester would be a manwhore -- that is rather the opposite.

You see, Chester was only trying to fit in. He sees school as only a place to meet friends, and to get your score higher for university. Granted, the stares of lust from highschool chicks could be slightly distracting, but he always tried to avoid them -- he would be what one would claim "socially awkward".

He was too good looking to be called a geek; but also too intelligent to be called a jock. One would call him stuck in the middle, having the best of both worlds.

As Chester approached the secretary to claim his late slip and report his absence, he realized the secretary was not present. Naturally, he sat on one of the waiting seats and waited for her arrival. He spotted something different today however, rather, he heard something different.

It was the sound of sexual moaning and pleasure, coming from the Principal's office.

What really irritates him, however, was that it sounded oddly familiar.

He approached the Principal's office, and could see Jessica, a friend whom he knew since primary school, getting fucked by the Principal. He was shocked -- the Jessica whom he knew a few years back would never do such a feat. And he thought "Wow, jessica has really grown over these last few years,"

He grabbed his iPhone out and began taking pictures.