High School Rivals (Closed for _Krista_ and I)

[little_golden]

High School Rivals (Open) Newcomers Welcome!

Who: Two classmates in their senior year at high school. Both young women are 18 and anxious to be successed in their own lives and minds. Each is very different than the other, yet jealous and envious of one another. There high school frustrations they take out on each other in a running feud where they play nasty tricks on each other and are wickedly cruel to each other.

What: It’s time for revenge and for the feud to escalate further.

Where: It’s high school – a private coed christian college. The school professes very high academic and morale standards. It costs a fortune to attend. Students mingle with the future movers and shakers. Down the road there is a public technical school called The Technical Institute better know as “Retard Institute”.

When: Present time period

How: The girls hate each other. They move in different circles of friends but have a constant need to pull pranks and tricks on each other. Of course they get out of hand as the girls start to use classmates, townies, and anyone they can pay, or otherwise convince to help them in their schemes.

Background:

It started off in the simplest of fashion. A small comment through a friend of a friend made it back to Angelas ear. It had been something to do with her lack of athletic ability. It had pissed Angela off so much that she had stressed over how to get some measure of revenge. In the end it had been simple, she got online and signed up Kristie for an online dating service using her real name, phone number and year book photo. Accompanying the picture was a brief advertisement on how lonely and desperate Kristie was.

It had caused quite the hoot when the high school found the ad and began to tease Kristie. The teasing had lasted a week or two until the hosting company cut the ad when they didn’t get paid for the service. Officially no one knew who pulled the prank but Kristie certainly had her suspicions when a classmate reported having seen Angela (Angie) photocopying Kristie’s picture from the yearbook.

Of course things escalated. Kristie decided that there was no way that Angie was going to get away with that nonsense without a little revenge of her own. To Anigie’s surprise when showering after Physical Education class she had the surprise of her life when he school uniform and gym uniform unexpectedly disappeared from the girl’s lockerroom.

As a result Angie had been forced to prowl the halls of the school in a towel and make her way to the lost and found. Sure enough, she was able to find something to wear but it was a hideous pink blouse and skirt. As Angie left the lost in found after changing a photographer from the school newspaper snapper her picture. Sure enough she was the frontpage headline the following week on how she had lost her clothes and managed to steal an outfit from the lost and found box. Kristie had been delighted with her arrangements.

Angie pondered the event for a week before she settled on a suitable payback. It was simple. During lunch she broke into Kristie’s gym basket and using a stitch remover removed most of the stitching from her gym shorts so that during her after school inter high school basket ball game Kristie would be doing some stretching when low and behold her shorts would rip-open before a crowd of fellow students and guests causing her extreme embarassment and grief. The plan had worked almost perfectly except that her shorts had ripped not during the warm pratice but during the game itself. As a result, she messed up a key shot that caused their school to lose the game. She was actually cheered when her shorts fell off and then booed for messing up the game!


Brief Character Descriptions

Angela (Angie) Deroux
Age 18
Long brown hair
Large breasted "DD"
"A" student
Not athletic
Popular with the teachers and parents
Belongs to the brainy clubs like Science, Debating, etc.....


Kirstie Abbott
Age 18
Longish red hair, with black streaks
Large breasts
Athletic and artistic
Plays bass guitar in a band, basketball, hockey, flag football.
Her numerous piercings, tattoos and hair is off putting to some teachers and a lot of parents.
Hangs around jocks, who are also music fans...and a lot of the goth crowd, anyone who is musically or athletically inclined.
Tends to sleep around a fair bit...leads to rumours

 

[_krista_]

"Fucking Bitch!" Kirstie cursed as she kicked over the large hamper where the uniforms were to go. Furious over the fact that the game was lost, and wondering as to why or HOW the shorts ripped. Anytime but that time, even during the wram up or 1st half would've been better, I never miss shots like that.

It had to be had to be her, it couldn't have been a fluke. I'll find out, if it is that
bitch, I'll get her back at something just
as important to her. The after game meeting was harsh, from the coach yelling and sombre, from the fact that they lost.

The next day started badly, as she had predicted, with a lot of teasing like "nice ass, sorry the shot wasn't as nice", and all sorts of other comments, related to the shenanigans of the game, the previous night. Even Angie and her prissy crew, got into the act.
Then things began to fall into place. A mousy girl on the badmitton team, said she saw Angie break into my basket. Then it was announced in our sceience class, that a test worth 40% of our mark was coming up next week. A plan began to formulate.

Our Gym class was opposite, the boys basketball teams practice and both ended at the same time. "If she what I did to hwer last time was bad...just she wait" I thought. I decided not to shower, in order for the lynchpin of the plan to work. As Angie showered, I took all her clothes, once again, only leaving a towel for her. I took her bookbag, and took out the notes for our test the next day. I gave both to Darren a friend on the basketball team, and offered him something 'good" tonight if her would take her bag right into the shower room with him, and also take her notes right into the shower!

I got another friend to tell her where her notes were. Clad only in a towel she ventured into the boys changeroom, once inside, I put a broom handle through the door, so I in fact sealed the brunette in the shower room with the boys...and her notes.

"Looks like little Miss Priss, is going to get real familar with more of my crowd, and less so with her parents and teachers" The last coup de grace, telling the boys coach that a girl was in the shower room with the boys.

"I hope she has lots of fun", I chuckled.

 

[little_golden]

Angela just grinned as she watched the final outcome. She didn't care about a stupid basketball game. But she did relish watching Kristie's humiliation. Half the hall outside the girls' locker room probably heard Kristie scream out:

"Fucking Bitch!"

Oh ya... Another job well done... That bitch won't outsmart me.... Payback is hell girl! Angela thought to herself as she started back to her locker upstairs. She didn't want to be around in case Kristie confronted her. It was a no brainier that Kristie could probably kick her ass in a cat fight.

Angela got her homework and quietly made her way to the bus.

"A shame about Kristie's shorts..." Angie giggled to other students on the bus.

"I bet she did it on purpose. She's a hopeless tease..." Angie added to a few of her female classmates.

The next day at school was sheer delight for Angela as the school was ablaze with stories about the game. She could hear boys commenting on the little show and some of the girls blaming Kristie for messing up the game. Angie and her friends ensured the teasing went on all over the school.

Gym class seemed very normal and Angie was sure that Kristie hadn't figured out that she was behind the prank. They had player German ball on the same team and seemed to work together.

"A real shame about the basketball game" Angie has politely offered Kristie during the game. She had even tried to sound genuine about it. Kristie seemed to take it okay and didn't mouth her off.

Angie showered after the class. She had been in the shower only a few minuted before she dried off and returned to the bench her little change locker. It was then that Angie realized her book bag and clothes were missing.

"What's going on?" Angie blurted out. To her bad luck her friends had already left the change room and the only girls left were Kristie and her pals. They seemed to giggle and shrugged their shoulders as if to say they didn't know.

"Come on... I've been through this before.... It isn't funny" Angie told the girls. She waited several minutes hoping that the bag would turn up with her books and clothes. She looked around the locker room, in the toilets, the showers, and under the benches.

"Okay where is it girls?" Angela pleaded more politely. She was desperate for her clothes and books. She knew she needed the notes for the big test. At short notice, it would be really hard to get notes to copy and then study from them.

At that point, Sandra Dickson seemed to need to clear her conscience as she let Angie in on the prank:

"I don't know who did it. But I think the your stuff is in the boys locker room. It's empty now... so you can probably sneak in and out before anyone knows... I can watch the door for you"

"Oh thanks Sandra" replied Angie as she took in the story. It sounded reasonable. It was nice of Sandra to watch the door for her.

With nothing more than a white gym towel wrapped around her body, with careful steps Angie made her way into the boys locker room. Angie felt relief since the room was perfectly silent as she entered. As she turned the corner, she was surprised to see about twenty guys unchanging...

"Shit!" Angie yelled out as the boys started to whistle and cat-call.
Angie ran back to to the door but as she pulled it - the damn thing wouldn't open

"Let me out.... " Angie screamed.

Angie could hear a voice outside in the hallway but couldn't recognize it:

"Looks like little Miss Priss, is going to get real familiar with more of my crowd, and less so with her parents and teachers..."

"Let me out!" Angie begged as she tried again and again to open the door. As she struggled with the door she didn't realize that the towel around her torso was loosening.

Angie turned to face a crowd of boys.

"I guess.... we're locked in" Angie started to say as her towel suddenly fell to the floor. The boys went crazy with their comments and whistling.

"Look at those big jugs...." one boy exclaimed.

"Ms. Brainy has the hairiest pussy I've ever seen" admired another boy from the back of the pack.

"Maybe we should gang bang her" teased another boy she recognized as kooky Henri.

To her relief Mrs. Smith opened the door. She was free but now facing Mrs. Smith in nothing more than her birthday suit.

"Ms. Delroux... what are you doing naked in the boys locker room!" she hollered so that everyone in the locker room and the hallway heard.

"But... but I was locked in..." Angie started to explained as she grabbed for the white towel on the floor.

"It wasn't locked when I arrived" Mrs. Smith stated flatly.

"Ms. Delroux... this isn't behavior I would expect from you. I'm going to have to report this to Principal Carver. You have a detention for the rest of the week too! Now get out of here...." Mrs. Smith ordered.

To Angie's surprise her book bag with her clothes hidden inside appeared at the entrance while her back was turned.

"Oh come on Mrs. Smith... Don't bust the babe...." one of the boys replied smartly to Mrs. Smith.

Angie left the boys locker room half covered by the towel. The boys were still whistling and catcalling. As she emerged from the locker room several of Kristie's friends stood about laughing and pointing at her.

The detention was a new experience for her. She spent 45 minutes in the detention hall along with the schools heads, cooks, nerds and a bunch of weirdos. She was certain she didn't belong here and that everything was horribly unfair.

The ride on the late bus was long and embarrassing. It seemed word of her trip to the boys' locker room made it around the school. everyone was talking about it. Angela hide her face on the bus and pretended she wasn't there.

"I'll get even!" Angie whispered to herself as she started her short walk home after getting off the bus.

 

[little_golden]

Angie was steaming when she arrived home and proceeding into the small house in a huff and a puff. Her dad was still at work and her mom had gone shopping. She quickly re-heated some pizza, poured a glass of milk and headed to her room for some serious studying and thinking.

Unlike normal she had a much harder time concentrating on her studies. She kept thinking back to the school incident and all those young hot boys crowded her and whistling at her. Secretly she loved the attention but she knew it was wrong to have such lusty feelings. As she thought about the locker room boys she felt her body coming alive and she just couldn't resist the urge to play with her pussy. After twenty minutes of self pleasure - she moaned softly - satisfied with her own wetness and pleasurable sensation that roamed through her body.

The hours passed as she studied. In the back of her mind she focused on revenge. She decided it had to be the bitch Kristie and she was going to top off that prank with one of her own. She fell asleep with her study book in hand but dreaming about revenge.....

As she slept the idea came to her and in the morning she borrowed her mom's Neat (leg hair remover) and brought it to school hidden in her school bag. At school she put up with a lot of teasing and bullshit from students who wanted to ride her about the boy's locker room incident. Someone had started the rumor that all the guys had banged her. Of course Angie had denied it but the rumor only spread faster.

The test was just before lunch and Angie knew right away that she wasn't going to get her normal 99.5%. This time her brain was scattered by her mean plan for revenge on Kristie. It was a two fold attack. First, after the test, when Mr. Carver wasn't watching she pulled out Kristie's test and erased a dozen answers from her scorecard.

Payback Kristie.. for fucking up my studies Angie mentally told herself as she finished the dirty deed without getting caught.

But before returning the test to the pile, she added the words:

"Please give me a A+ Mr. Carver... I'll do anything for it... I'll give you the best blow job ever.... Kristie"

A nice little touch to mess her up with Mr. Carver. He's a prude and a married man. He'll probably run straight to the principal.... grinned Angie.

Lunch was the next period and Angie watched and waited for the perfect moment, when several of the female jocks were playing softball on the diamond out back of the high school. When Kristie was up at bat, Angie stole her hat and applied a generous portion of Neat throughout the rim of her baseball hat.

No one messes with me..... Angie thought.

Although she was quite pleased with herself, she decided to watch the outcome of her little secondary prank. To Angie's surprise, she had tampered with the wrong hat! It was Sandra who sported the tampered baseball hat and who after several minutes of wearing it was screaming in rage as large hunks of her hair fell out!

"Oh my God.... I hope she doesn't find out who did it" Angie mumbled to herself. Sandra was freaking out!

 

[little_golden]

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[little_golden]

Anyone interested in joining in to keep this thread going? The idea to to get the revenge going farther and farther.....

Smiles

Naughty Cindy

 

[_krista_]

I'll be back soon....promise
just r/l for a bit more

 

[little_golden]

The next couple of days at school Angela kept a very low profile. Rumor had it that Sandra and Kristie were asking around trying to figure out who had arranged the not-so-funny prank that cost Sandra a good portion of her hair. Although there was a lot of laughter at the beginning, since so many of the students thought Sandra was a bitch, after a while some of them grew sympathetic to her.

Angela had to laugh secretly as she saw Sandra wearing a wig at school. It was so obvious that it was fake. Some of the boys would tease her about it. A few of the younger high school kids taunted that they would steal it on her and then run it up the flag pole.

One of Kristie's friends had asked Angela about the whole thing and Angie had done her very best to keep a straight face. The only thing that could have gone better was if Kristie had put the hat on.

Angie was still pissed about the boys' locker room prank. She wasn't sure if the score was leveled with Kristie. The bitch Sandra sure had received payback in full for her part in the caper.

It was Friday, and Angie was starting to get confident that she'd gotten away with the prank on Sandra just when things took a sudden turn for the worse. It was during Drama class that Angie caught Sandra and some of the other senior girls whispering. For some unknown reason she was getting more than her fair share of looks and dirty faces.

 

[little_golden]

Angie left Drama class and headed to her locker on the third floor. She had a bad feeling in her stomach and was anxious to get on the bus and home. No sooner had she opened her locker than she felt two pairs of strong arms pulling away from her locker.

"No... no!" Angie yelled out but the two pair of hands were soon four pairs of hands and she was actually carried into a nearby girls washroom.

"This is payback bitch!" Sandra screeched as the first hard slap to Angie's face registered. Angie wasn't a fighter in any way whatsoever. She barely even moved when she felt a hard kick to her stomach which folded her body in half.

"No... no" Angie whimpered as she held her stomach and tried to stand up. It was no use for a pair of hands from behind her grabbed her long brown hair, twisting it and then using it to throw her across the bathroom. Angie bounced off the wall, face first and felt her nose swell with pain as it crashed against the fall. She fell back wards to the floor and her head was spinning with stars.

"Get her girls!" hissed Sandra. Two pairs of hands pulled her up from the floor. Blood poured from Angie's nose. A second later, she felt another hard quick kick to her upper chest, that sent ripples of pain through her breasts. Angie staggered backwards and landed beside the bathroom sink.

Suddenly Angie could hear the sound of rushing water from the tap behind her. It had a soothing sound. Angie was next chocking as someone held her head under the tap.

"Drowning a fucking rat!" chanted one of Sandra's friends who cruelly forced Angie's head under the cold water several times as the crowd watching laughed and enjoyed the show.

"Ouch!" Angie screamed as she was forced across the floor and dragged on the cold bathroom floor. It was a blur to Angie but she was now lashing out and kicking aimlessly in desperate self defense.

Hands picked her up off the floor to grapple with her and then to cruelly flip her and throw her. A hard grab to her blouse caused a ripping sound and a split second later her blouse was in shreds and her big double D breasts barely contained in her white cotton bra. The girls who were watching were laughing.

"In the toilet!" yelled out Sandra. Angie was pulled by her long brown hair like a dog and her head wickedly pushed into the toilet. It was clean but the water felt like ice. The flush of the toilet sent another wave of cold water over Angie's face causing her to choke and scream out in outrage.

Angie was pushing hard with her hands to get her head out of the toilet bowl. A big hand grabbed at her bra strap and yanked it cruelly. The wire clips gave way, but the momentum pulled Angie backwards and she banged her head cruelly on the hard cement bathroom floor.

Angie drifted off to sleep land as her limp unconscious body lay on the bathroom floor. Her big breasts were fully exposed. Her nose was bleeding. Her face and stomach bruised. Angie didn't even feel the next half dozen kicks to her stomache...

The crowd dispersed leaving Angie half naked and bleeding on the girls bathroom floor......

"What a beating!" Sandra hissed as she left along with the others.

"Now we tell old Jim.... we have a gift!" laughed Sandra.

"Payback is hell!"

 

[little_golden]

Old Jim was only forty-two but compared to the 18 year old seniors and other high school students he was ancient. Most of the girls thought he was creepy with his long greasy blonde hair, dark eyes, tattooed body and weirdness. The rumor around the school that he been in prison several times for gruesome crimes. The tattoos were mostly of weird shapes, dragons and women. Jim's teeth were broken and bent. He was muscular and hung like a fucking horse!

With a "wet floor sign", a pail of water and a mop he entered the bathroom about an hour about Sandra had tipped him off that "fresh pussy" was waiting for him on the third floor in the girl's bathroom. The school was virtually empty and he made it look like it was a routine cleaning of the area. As he slowly made his way to the bathroom he felt his big dick bulging at the thought of fucking the "big boobed brainy chick".

As he opened the door, he was surprised at the mess in the bathroom. The floor was filthy with shoe scuffs, blood and water. As he turned towards the toilets, he saw the big boobed brainy chick laying on the floor helpless and vulnerable.

It was all so perfect to old Jim. He wasted no time as he checked her over. She was out cold and he figured she'd be out for a while. With gentle ease he pulled up her skirt and then hauled down her white cotton panties. He didn't bother to comfort her at all, he simply pushed her legs apart and grinned as her pretty hairy pussy was in full view.

Old Jim dropped his pants faster than possible and he jerked his hard-on several times before spitting on his hand. He then worked the saliva up and down on his 10 inch cock. Old Jim squeezed Angie's tits several times as he appreciated their full size and dreamed of having a woman like Angie to greet him every night. He knew it wasn't going to happen - so here was the next best thing.

He kissed her nipples and sucked on them for the better part of five minutes. Angie didn't stir at all but he could see her nipples growing erect at his efforts. It was a slow effort but he was pleased as he then started to toy with her nipples in earnest effort.

Old Jim worked his face down to Angie's hairy pussy. He spit on his fingers and then worked them into her sweet love entrance. It was tighter than he expected but he knew instantly that she was no virgin. In seconds, he was laying on top of her small form, shoving his cock in as deep as he could.........


OCC... Looking for some more characters... maybe a Sandra and old Jim or other classmates....

 

[little_golden]

Old Jim was enjoying the moment, and was grinning from ear to ear as he mounted the young brainy big boobed chic from the senior class. Thanks to his efforts and the saliva, his big cock was inching its way deeper and deeper into her heavenly delight with each pumping motion.

"Ooooo.... yes....oooo... so hot and tight" Old Jim mumbled. He didn't care that his lover was only 18 and was unconscious. He was after self satisfaction alone and worked his big tool back forth in her anxious to blow his wad into her pussy.

I'll fill her up real good.... Girls shouldn't have unprotected sex... They could get knocked up he grinned at the thought of this snotty brainy 18 year old girl attending the prom in six months with a baby visible under her gown.

"Serve you right honey... A gal with tits that like ... You should have a brood of kids sucking at em" he spoke crudely as he grabbed her right nipple in his mouth and sucked it hard.

After a dozen rushed minutes, old Jim couldn't hold it any longer and gave an extra deep thrust and lost his load into Angie's heavenly pussy. He let his hard dripping cock linger for another minute as she savored the fast fuck with the pretty brunette senior. Then he pulled out the big shaft, shook it on her, and the pulled up his pants.

Putting things back in order, he gently pulled up her panties and pulled down her skirt. He was pretending nothing had happened. Carefully he brought the bucket of lukewarm dirty and soapy water closer to Angie and then he kicked it over.

"Oh my!" he called out as the gallons of dirty soapy mop water cascading across the floor and drenched across Angie. He saw her now moving.

"Oh I'm so sorry!... What are you doing on the floor? ... You startled me... I knocked over the pail of water..... What is going on here.... Are you on drugs or something? Laying on the floor like that half dressed! I ought to report you to the principal!!!!" Old Jim yelled out in pretend outrage.

 

[Wolk]

OOC character description:

Name: Steve Malvos
Age: 18
Occupation: Senior year student
Hair: light brown, medium-length, covering parts of his ears, worn parted in the middle to flow to either side of his forehead
Eyes: green
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 185 lb
Built: athletic, but not heavy
Academic performance: A-
Extracurricular activities: boys' basketball team, computer club, science club
Friends' circle: varies; known to get along with many kinds of people fairly well due to his jack-of-all-trades nature
Relations with Angie: Good. See each other often in advanced level classes and the science club.
Relations with Kristie: Fair. Occasionally bump into each other and chat in the gym, one another's games, etc.

IC:
The day was over and Steve headed home anxiously. The car he was given as a birthday gift - finally! - he was forbidden to take to school, after his parents became away of incidents at the nearby "Retard Institute" when cars were vandalized on the parking lot. Steve finally settled with the situation, figuring it could be much worse. At least he could use it out of school.

He was a bit surprised when Angie didn't show up on the bus, as she usually did, but thought little of it. She often stayed after school, engrossed in her projects or brainy extracurriculars. He did too, but today he had something waiting at home that he wanted to get back to ASAP.

Home, finally, Steve tossed his bag and coat into the corner of his room and shook the mouse to bring the computer back to life.

"Oooh, yeah, baby!" He grinned, seeing the message box on the screen.

The program he left in the morning to search for secure proxie chain that'd allow him to connect with near-perfectly guaranteed anonimity finally found a nice little result. The chain lead to China, then North Korea, Tanzania, a small island state in the Pacific he had to look up on the map, then Belarus and finally central Russia. The program looked up and dialed the numbers of every company that hosted the server at each step, ensuring that each number was fake and e-mails were not answered, that there was no easy way to get in touch with the people in charge of each chain. Thus, anyone catching Steve's connection now, would think it is coming from Russia. And only after painstaking investigation would they realize it was only a waypoint and the real thing came from... Belarus. Et cetera, et cetera. Of course, a serious security agency would be able to trace the entire chain eventually, but he wasn't planning on hacking the Pentagon; only the school's system.

He grinned and rubbed his hands together in anticipation as he booted up the remote access utility and punched in the school's internet address. A spygate, a program that snoops on e-mail packets, which Steve had spying the head of computers department's communications had yeilded him an astonishingly rich catch two days ago: the administrator's password for the school's entire system. With it he had access to see and change data in accounts of every student and every teacher. He could erase someone's computer project, or essay if it was kept electronically, could snoop on the latest test beforehand if the teacher kept it electronically - anything.

He could even upload dirty pictures to someone's account and laugh when the unwitting victim would be caught the next day as the system scans everyone's accounts for inappropriate content. Steve laughed again and rubbed his hands together, catching himself acting almost like a classical "mad scientist" from the movies in his excitement and mischief.

Then, something struck his mind. He could get someone in trouble, but he didn't have anyone he'd really want to set up. But someone else did.

He smiled and dialed Angie's number. Not home! Hmph! How anticlimactic. There he was with such great news and she wasn't there. Oh well. He left the message asking her to call back or just drop by. He sure had something to show her!

 

[little_golden]

The wet warm dirty soapy floor flooded across Angela and she came awake with a start. No sooner had she regained her senses, when she became aware of a male voice yelling. It took several seconds for the fog in her brain to clear and the pain in her body to awaken. There was shouting in the background and as she became aware she remembered the fight, and the that her breasts were exposed. She was quick to cover her breasts as she scrambled to her feet embarrassed.

"Oh... Mr........ Mr... Jim.... I... I...." Angie stammered for a minute as she tried to figure out what was going on. To her surprise, she saw several joints fall from her clothes as she stood up.

"Just what I thought!" Old Jim replied angrily. He himself had planted the drugs as a fail-safe precaution. Now the dumb big titted bitch was bound for silence. She couldn't even complain now about Sandra's attack to the police or the principal.

"Those aren't mine...." Angie started to explain. She had the innocent look perfect.

"Oh ya... I was born yesterday... All you teenagers ..... Vandalizing the school like this.... Smoking drugs.... You're probably a drug dealer.... This was a drug deal gone bad.... I watch COPS too .... I recognize the signs" Old Jim went on and on.

"I was attacked...." Angie started to explain but she could see that old Jim the janitor was none too pleased with the mess of the bathroom.

"Look... I don't do drugs....." Angie again started her protest but the look on Old Jim's face told her she was barking up the wrong tree. She felt a creepy sensation as she realized old Jim was checking her out - up and down.

"I'm going to report this... I'm going to go down to the principal's office and we'll talk to the police... I bet they'll see it my way.... Look at the blood on the ground... The drugs.....the mess...." Old Jim painted a bleak picture for Angie.

"I bet you get arrested.... and suspended too... No college is going to want you after an arrest and suspension for drugs" Old Jim pushed as he shook his head.

"Won't your parents be devasted..... Imagine their embarassment.... and your teachers... and friends..." Old Jim pushed.

The tears were starting to swell in Angie's eyes as things went from bad to worse.

"Mr. Jim... please... please... don't report this... Think whatever you want... But I'm really not like that.... I'll do you a favor ... If you do me a favor...." Angie propositioned him.

"You think so... You are challenging my sense of right..." Old Jim pushed as he raised the stakes of the game.

"Look.... I can give you a $100" suggested Angie trying to bride the greasy blonde haired forty-year old janitor.

"You ain't got a hundred buck on you... Hell... It looks like whoever snatched your cache of dope probably robbed you too? Looking like that... I doubt you could even get on a bus..... You need a shower and to get cleaned up" Old Jim stated.

"What could a dumb kid like you do for me?" Old Jim pushed her as he tried to get her to see what he was thinking.

Angie could see his long looks and she nervously lowered her hands knowing that he was eager to snatch a peek at her big D cup breasts.

"I could do you a special favor sometime" offered Angie as she jiggled her breasts suggestively.

"It would be our secret..... of course ... You won't tell anyone right.... about tonight... or the favor" Angie added quickly.

Big Jim's eyes were wide as he got another opportunity to admire her large sexy breasts. In his mind, he had the vision of doggie fucking he little brunette senior. He was torn in his private fantasy of her sucking him off or him titty-fucking those big boobs.

"Mr.... Mr. Jim... Do we have a deal....I mean...." Angie started and she knew she had interrupted his thoughts. She assumed he had been thinking hard about her proposal rather than daydreaming about fucking her.

"Oh.... Well... Maybe.... But for a favor.... Anything I want right....Is that right.... Because I could always remember later you know.... " Big Jim pushed.

"Anything...." Angie whispered in a conspiratory hushed whisper.

"Okay... It's against my better nature.. But you're so damn hopeless... I don't want your whole future thrown away..... But you owe... you owe me real big!" Big Jim barked at Angie.

"Now you get your stuff... Clean up this bathroom fast... and go down and take a shower in the girls change room. Most everyone is gone at this hour.... You seniors sure cause me a heap of trouble!" Old Jim grinned at her as if he was a cat with a mouse in his paw.


OCC Welcome to our new player... I'll hook you into the story shortly.... Please add some more detail to your character.... How does he get along with Sandra..... and others.....

 

[Wolk]

OOC: I don't really know all that much about Sandra to have him have any kind of relations with her, even though I think I read previous chapters fairly attentively. She's a bitch and she's Kristie's friend and Angie's enemy now, that's about it.

So, let's just say it's neutral. They barely know each other through mutual friends, but never really got together.

What do you mean by 'others'? Old Jim? That's about the only other character I see.

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[little_golden]

Old Jim left the bathroom with a smirk on his face. He left the cleaning supplies on the counter and his mop and pail. He was expecting her to clean the bathroom first and then to shower in the girl's change room. In his mind it was just so perfect. She'd shower and wash away any further evidence of the rape.

He made his way downstairs quickly. His little peep hole in the girls' showers was ready for him and he was anxious to see "his" brunette bitch shower for him. She'd never know but he'd being jerking off as he watched.

 

[little_golden]

It took Angie twenty minutes to clean up the bathroom. She had picked up the trash that had been knocked around, mopped up the blood and water that had been spilt over the counters and floor. She had tidied it up as best she could hoping to get on Big Jim's good side. Angie was sore from the beating.

Angie dressed as best she could and hobbled down to the main floor. It was later than she expected around 7 p.m. and the close was deserted. She hadn't seen any sign of Old Jim but the door to the girl's change room had been unlocked so she made her way inside, turned on the lights, stripped off her clothes, and headed for the shower room. Alone in large shower room of 8 shower fawcets, she let the hot steamy water pound on her sore body. Several times she lathered up her beautiful body and then rinsed away the suds.

She never knew that old Jim was watching the whole thing through a secret peep hole. As she carefully inspected her sore body, he was jerking off as fast as he could. Angie to could from the blue marks around her ribs and breasts that there were going to be bruises. There was a slight bang near her right eye but she was sure she could hide it with some make up. Most of the bruises could be hidden with clothing.

It took her twenty minutes to shower and then she lightly dried herself off with a white cotton gym towel. At her gym locker, she found her folded white school gym shirt and pulled that on. Her bra was useless so she simply threw it out. She slid the panties into her school bag as they were dirty and wet. They had a funny odor but she was too tired to recognize it. After she dressed quickly, she dried her long brown hair, combed it, and applied a little make-up to make herself more presentable.

With sluggish movements she pulled herself together. At the lost and found box she borrowed a sweater to give herself a little more modesty since she'd be taking the late bus home. Quickly she walked to the bus stop, waiting another twenty minutes and boarded the big bus.

Angie fell asleep on the bus, but awake at her stop just in time as if a sixth sense had awoken her. She headed off the bus and walked down the street to her home. To her relief, her parents were already gone out for the evening and had probably assumed she was at the library working on a project. Exhausted Angie headed to bed.....

 

[little_golden]

Angie kept a low profile all Saturday morning as she nursed herself back to health. She had been barely able to eat or sleep as she was fuming with revenge against Sandra. She didn't even give Old Jim a second thought since she figured his word was good and eventually he'd want some favor - she never thought it be sexual or directed at her.

It was Saturday night when her parents remember to tell her that Steve Malvos had called. She was pleased but surprised that he had phoned her. Her first thought was that one of the clubs she was in was having its meeting date changed.

She held the cordless phone in her hand as she dialed his number. In her mind she pictured the handsome boy - who many of the girls in her class as a crush on since he was smart and athletic. To Angie he was dreamy with his light brown hair and green eyes.

The phone rang several times before a voice answered:

"Hello... May I please speak with Steven", Angie asked ever so politely. She had met Steven's parents several times and was sure they thought she was a "nice" girl. She had an image to maintain.

 

[Wolk]

Steve picked up the portable phone from the living room, where his parents called him to.

"Hey Angie. How have you been?" He walked briskly towards the stairs. "Listen, we have that test coming up. Do you want to get together and study?"

They did not have a test - not for the foreseeable future, anyway. Angie must have been wondering if he decided to try out pot or just suddenly got incredibly stupid. In reality, those words were, of course, ment for an audence that was sitting in his living room. As soon as he was up in his room, Steve's tone changed, growing more excited than he could ever safely pretend to be about a test.

"You'll not believe what I finally figured out how to do, Angie! You've got to come over and see it, like right now!"

In an hour, by which time his parents went out to have some fun on that Sunday night, Steve opened the door and let Angie in. His eyes instinctively caught the beautiful swells of her ample breasts, and then her lovely ass as he let her walk up the stairs ahead of him.

When they were finally in his room, he offered Angie a seat by the computer and sat at another himself.

"You know how we all have computer accounts at school, right?"

A few clicks and several text commands later, Steve summoned a word processor window.

"The Beginings of Industrial Revolution in Britain." He read, grinning. "I believe this is Sandra's ISU..." He turned to Angie, seeing fire in her eyes as she stared in disbelief.

"I wonder what she'd do is we have all this work suddenly disappear and be replaced by THIS." Two more clicks and a media player window popped up, showing a completely nude busty porn star walk towards her male partener and drop to her knees before his raging hardon, immediately taking it into her mouth.

He grinned at Anna enjoying her reaction to his devious plan, but suddenly growing aware that his mischief was slowly being displaced by another feeling ever since the first second of the porn movie. His eyes involuntarily dropped to her big beautiful breasts, and he did not have enough self-control left to lift them back to a decent level.

 

[solomon797]

Teachers Hours

Gary was busy prepareing for classes on monday.He was going to be teaching at a new school as the history sub. He had heard that the ladies at this school were very intellegent,and very desireable.He prefered young sweet innocents they were such HOT naughty little girls once aroused, just what he enjoyed.Well he should git a chance to sample some of their wares very soon ,if he had his way.It will be more than just history they learn he thought as he stroked his hard cock.I bet they never had 9 inchs yet.


He brushed his black hair and admired his build in the mirror,not bad for a 45 year old,6 ft 190 lbs slim muscelar build,the French,Italian heritage brought out his romantic side.No not bad ,and once i git my tounge in her hot young pussy the rest will fall into place.

He finished his prepareations,and went to shower,needd a cold shower right about now.

 

[little_golden]

Angie was curious and caught a little off guard by Steve's excitement as he insisted she come over right away. That wasn't like Steve to get so excited about anything. He was the smart jock who could do almost anything. Sometimes she wondered why he even spoke to her since so many of the cheerleader types were always chasing after him. A few of the not so bright gold-diggers were chasing him too, given the rumor that he wanted to go to university to study medicine.

It took an hour for Angie to put on make-up to hide the bruises and change into some comfortable blue jeans and an expensive white tank top. She left her long brown hair down and fluttering slightly as she hurried around the house. Her note was simply: "Gone to Steve's to work on a school project... Love Angela".

Angie headed down the street to Steve's house. They had studied together a few times and worked together on some club projects. No one would be surprised to her entering Steve's house with several books in hand. She never ever would have thought Steve was interesting in her for anything more than study notes, and friendly chatter as neighbors.

To her surprise, Steve was alone in his house. He was a gentleman as he took her sweater and guided her upstairs. Normally they studied at the kitchen table but today he was anxious to show her his room. She didn't think about the appropriateness of a young lady, alone in a house, in a boy's bedroom. At 18 she didn't really care and it seemed pretty cool to get a peek at his room and his inner soul.

It was no surprise - the biggest objects in his room was a fancy computer with all the bells and whistles, several shelves of books and computer games, a big double bed and the regular desk, dresser and night table. He had several posters on his walls of rock stars, sports stars and some science stuff.

Angie sensed his burning excitement about some big secret. She sat next to him at the computer and watched his busy fingers type anxiously away.

When they were finally in his room, he offered Angie a seat by the computer and sat at another himself.

Angie was in awe as she watched him hack into the computer system at school. At first, she figured he was playing a joke on her, maybe for Sandra or Kristie, but then she saw Sandra's ISU and things started to add up.

Steve seemed to be enjoying his sudden power as he told her:

"I wonder what she'd do is we have all this work suddenly disappear and be replaced by THIS."

"She'll freak" laughed Angie in delight.

Angie watched as Steve worked the computer and to her surprise a busty slutty naked woman appeared in a pop-up window and this guy with a huge penis appeared and then the woman started to give him a blow job.

"What?" Angie mumbled as she watched curiously. Her face went red as she blushed. She didn't take her eyes away from it - and felt a strange curiosity as she suddenly felt Steve's male presence nearby. As it ended, she turned to him and saw Steve grinning, she assumed it was because he had a wicked idea to get some revenge for her on Sandra and Kristie.

Before she could speak, Steve seemed to drop his eyes which made her very nervous and excited. She wasn't so naive this time not to notice that he was staring right down her tank top into her huge sweet mellons.

"Oh there's your pencil!" she pretended as she leaned over further, giving him now a perfect look down her top, to better appreciate the sheer size and perfection of her huge breasts.

As she sat back up, and handed him the pencil, she had her own little plans spinning. She knew there could be a risk to Steve if he got caught hacking into the system. He could be suspended and blow his sports scholarship. She might have to motivate him or do him a favor in turn.....

"Steve... This is great.... Can we drop Sandra's marks in Math.... I think she wants to get into Notre Dame.... If her Math is too low... They won't even look at her.... Let's go from say 95 to 70... It won't raise any flags.... It blows her early admission.... They might now even find the mistake until June.... A typo.... " Angie laughed.

"Now your little porno clip... ah... there.... ummm" Angie started nervously. It seemed surprising that he had such a clip so handy. She thought to herself that she wouldn't be surprised if Steve had a whole hard drive full of it and maybe some Playboys or something under his bed.

"You can drop that into her school account... so that... when she's next on line at school... the school's filtering program... will notify the system admin that she's got porn in her account.... That is so devious .... " Angie smiled and jumped up from her chair. The effect on her breasts were quick and delightful as they jiggled and swayed from her momentum.

In appreciation, she leaned over and gave Steve a big sisterly hug though her big breasts pushed at his muscular chest.

"You probably heard about Sandra and her friends beating on me.... Friday after school... well... this is the perfect payback!" Angie grinned.

 

[little_golden]

Head mistress Sarah Walker was an old maid and a prude. She was not so sure about the teaching replacement for Miss Elanor Hunter. The fellow didn't seem to have the same class as the rest of the stuffy crowd at her independent private school for the wealthy and privileged. It was just bad luck that Miss Hunter was to be away for several weeks on medical leave but it was good news that this "Gary" fellow was available on short notice. She wished that she had more time to check his references but she had been interrupted and was caught to hire someone fast.

He did have impressive history credentials. The girls would no doubt find him charming and be smitten by him. If he was able to win over the boys by being fair with the projects and markings maybe he had some potential for the future. Old Mr. Rex Humbard was looking to retire.....

"He'll be in on Monday.... I'm sure everything will go just fine...." she whispered to herself as she finished up some school paperwork at her home.


OCC I'm back on line Sunday as I'm away for the weekend.

 

[Wolk]

Steve craned his neck slightly as Angie bent slightly, seeminly innocently, to pick up a pencil. What did he need a pencil for at the moment anyway? Who cared, surely not Steve. He was too preoccupied with the sight of her huge, perfectly perky breasts. Those things must have been a double D, and on the eighteen year old Angie they looked absolutely stunning. She could easily put the pornstar on his monitor to shame in a wet T-shirt contest.

The thought of Angie's bust in a thin wet white T-shirt made Steve's cock nearly rip through his pants. He nodded mindlessly to her comments, never taking his eyes off her mesmerizing breasts, her jumping up and innocently making the big beauties bounce under the skimpy tank top very nearly drove him wild. Finally, she leaned in to give him a hug, and her chest disappeared from his view for a while as it was crushed against his muscular chest.

Without even thinking Steve's hands came up to rest on the sides of her plentiful breasts, rubbing them through the tank top.

"Oh, God, Angie..." he breathed out.

He felt her pull away slightly, fearing she hated his instinctive coming on, but unable to stop fondling her tits even as he looked at her face to see what she felt.

 

[solomon797]

Hello

OCC:Thank you both for allowing me to join you .I love the way Golden made a side plot for me.Very nice of you,And i will make a post before Sunday.Wolk thank you for your acceptence as well

 

[solomon797]

Prepareing for Monday

OOC:I thought of playing a english teacher,however my grammer is not the best.I would consider it to ironic to play a English Teacher with my lack of English ability.I will try to posts good posts though,any problems are requsts my PM is always open.
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Gary finished his shower,and thought to himself,no war is won from one battel,i better prepare for Monday early by setting up my farce of being dignified, and disciplined.The better my cover the more freedom i will have to pursue my true interests.Whats my superiors name again,ah yes Sarah Walker a old bat, but my boss none the less perhaps i should send her a dozen long stemmed red roses with a thank you note for giving me this chance.Better make it humble as well,want to be on her good side,and perhaps a order of very fine caviar as well,it surely won"t hurt.Heck she might even be flattered by it.

Gary thought of his credentials,He was a excellent teacher.He had taught now for 15 years in various high class schools,getting sweet young pussy on the side,seemed the young rich girls loved to git naughty, and he did not mind that one bit,no not at all.He had also graduated from he finest collage,which didn't hurt.Maybe if i was not so horny all the time i would be a better teacher ,but ohh laa laa i do love the women so.

I should also send Miss hunter a thank you present for allowing me to cover for her in her absence.Lets see a box of Belgium Chocolates, and half a dozen Roses should suffice.

 

[little_golden]

Angie was simply thrilled at the thought of getting some payback to that bitch Sandra for the beating the previous Friday. Steve had always been friendly to her and she was just appreciative of him sharing his secret about breaking into the computer system and being willing to take a big risk to help her. She didn't think anything of her big hug, until the second his big hands rested on the side of her breasts - almost holding them up.

Angie eyes lit up as she imagined that Steve was now fondling her breasts. She was sure he had murmured: ""Oh, God, Angie...". But she wasn't sure.

It couldn't be Angie thought as she felt her body heating up in response to Steve's presence and touch. She was almost hoping he'd try something just to be sure of herself. The urge to tear off her clothing and mount the athletic Steve was in the back of her mind.

But good girls don't do that.... Mom says... I should have a wedding ring on finger first.... Boys won't by the cow.. if they get the milk for free..... Angie remember in her mind.

She coughed slightly and pulled back quickly. There was an awkward moment as Angie struggled to decide whether or not the touching of her breasts was welcomed or unwelcomed. The decision in her mind was quick and easy as she deceived herself.

An innocent accident.... I won't make a big deal of it.... He can probably get most of the cheerleaders if he wanted to... I'm just so busty.... It was an accident Angie thought to herself. She blushed for several seconds as Steve just seemed to stare at her.

"Well... well... I guess... that shows Sandra... for being a bitch" Angie blurted out trying to break several seconds of silence. Suddenly she felt the silence of the house and knew they were alone. The temptation was immense but she didn't believe for a second that Steve wanted to make it with her. She didn't have half the experience of most of the cheerleaders.

"Well... Is there anything else you wanted to show me... I mean good news before I go... Your room is really cool.... I always imagined you to be a guy with a big .... big computer" Angie mumbled as she looked down momentarily to see the huge hard-on that Steve had under his pants.