Prom Night Betrayal

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Out of character:

Spoiler alert; this thread will involve some drug/alcohol abuse and some really rough, depraved sex. If this isn't something that interests you, please don't read further. If it does, well enjoy the show!

Of course, everybody in this story is fake, not real, part of my twisted imagination, etc. Everybody that matters is over 18 and an adult.

CLOSED for The_J0K3R and I

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My character:

http://i.imgur.com/C5tHgk2.jpg?1

Name: Amy Williams
Age: 18
Height: 5'4
Cup size: 34JJ​


Friday: 9 PM
Prom night

The night air was crisp, relaxing even as Tommy and I walked past the parking lot, the loud music from the hotel slowly fading into the background. It helped a little bit with the anxiety, which was great because it felt as if my heart was racing at one hundred beats per second! My hair was a mess, covering an eye. I'd fix it up, but Tommy's tight, almost painful, grasp on my arm stopped me from doing any sudden movements. Quickly, we approached his van at the end of the parking lot. It was a shabby looking thing, the slight bit of rust showing itself even in the barely lit area underneath the moonlight. My eyes moved around, looking to see if Jake or the others were around, or even noticed that I was gone by now. I snapped out of my thoughts when Tommy pushed open the doors at the back of the back, a loud clunking noise echoing throughout the parking lot. With a rough shove, he pushed me in...

Meanwhile inside the hotel:

Jake and the others helped themselves to some alcohol, laughing at the sight of some of their fellow students dancing. Maybe it was because of the effects of the alcohol, or maybe the loud music and bright lights - but either way, none seemed to noticed that Amy wasn't around. That is, not until until Jake's phone vibrated..

"What the fuck is that?"
Tommy said in his deep voice, obviously angry of the fact that he saw me my phone in my hand. Scared, I quietly and quickly handed it over to him. He read it, chuckling as he said "Help!!!". He stared at me coldly with his green eyes, pocking it before he said "No, sorry Jugs. No one is coming to help you weasel out this time. Now sit still, I want to take a picture of you right now. Stare right there - "

I looked away, my eyes going over the roomy van. The thing was roomy, although shabby - obviously being used for camping, or at least was intended for that. What I found around the van wasn't camping equipment; but instead blinking red lights. It wasn't until a few minutes that I realized that those blinking red lights were camera, recording the slightly anxious and dazed expression of my face. I snapped back to reality the second the white flash came and Tommy took that picture he wanted. Still, in the back of my mind, I wondered how I even got myself into this mess...



Monday: 12 PM
Westminster High School


The end of senior year was coming, and you could tell that everyone was just so excited! After all, we were all going to college soon and had our summer break right in front of us. As for me, I guess that this time was year made me sad on top of this excitement; mainly because unlike most of my friends, I didn't really get...accepted to any decent college. It wasn't all bad though; the grocery store that I worked at would definitely hand me over a full-time job and I would use it to take night classes, or whatever it was that I could use to improve my grades and get accepted next year!

I was thinking of all of this, as I ate lunch outside with my best friends. With me, was Jake (my boyfriend), Samantha (my bestie) and Tyler (Jake's bestie). We were just going over the prom, thinking about how'd we get there, what'd we wear...you know, what we should be talking seeing as prom was going to be held at the end of the week. But the guys eventually moved onto another topic, and that was pulling some big prank. "You know, we should be remembered for something years from now." Jake said, putting his bottle of coke down. "If we pull some big prank on someone, catch it on camera and put it up on the net - we'll be famous!"

I didn't really get it, but I let my sweet boyfriend keep talking.

"But we don't want to get expelled..."
Tyler said, attempting to light his cigarette. He fumbled around with it, eventually lighting it up and making me cough and wave off the smoke. It was then that I caught his eyes moving towards me, then below to my massive boobs contained inside the black shirt I had on. I quickly noticed, covered up my chest with my left arm while my right hand showed Tyler the middle finger.

"Honestly Tyler, you're worse than that pervert, Tommy."

Then I saw Jake's eyes light up.

"That's it!"

 
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I woke up that Monday morning, and it was like any other day. Slowly drag myself out of bed, recalling the intensely erotic dream I had woken up from. They always starred Miss Amy Williams, my high school's resident Big-Tit-Teen. Her knockers were simply out of the world, and she had a pretty face and thick ass to boot!

In a word, I was obsessed with her. Of course, my obsession only grew more when I discovered that she was, well... she was dumb as a box of rocks. To have a body like that, and so precious little upstairs, it was a recipe for the perfect bimbo.

Unfortunately, she had a boyfriend, and she was too dumb to leave the jerk. Jake had always been a bully to me, making fun of my nerdy tee shirts and my acne, or calling me fat when I was really only a bit overweight, or telling the girls in school that I was a freak. That last bit was true; I had a freakishly huge manhood, and maybe that was why I had such an insanely obsessive sex drive.

My foot-long dong was currently rock hard with morning wood. I opened my closet door and spread the hanging clothes to either side, revealing my little shrine to Miss Amy. The wall was covered in pictures of her, most of them taken off her facebook and instagram pages, every one of them featuring those massive mammaries. I jerked my cock up and down, even using two hands at one point to finally bust my nut, imagining Miss Amy on her knees before me, trying to stuff my huge cock into her mouth...

Fuck. It was going to be another long day.
 
"Ugh...do I have to do this?" I asked Samantha, as he began to put the small camera somewhere in between my boobs. She fiddle around a bit, trying to get the small camera hooked enough that it wouldn't fall. After a while, she stood there, grinning at her handiwork as she said "All done. You can't even see it anymore!" and you know what? She was right! I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring my own figure for a bit, before focusing on where the camera was. I guess that if I moved in a certain corner, I'd see the very slight shine of the lens, but the black camera blended in perfect with my tight black shirt.

"Yeah babe. Trust me, you'll get a ton of stupid stuff that we can humiliate Tommy with." he said, while Tyler laughed. I shook my head. This was all so dumb and so selfish, considering that I was...you know, the bait to this whole stupid plan. I sighed, before I answered:

"Fine. I'll go talk to him after class."

The plan was for me to get close to Tommy and through the next couple of days, film and record him, finding out all the dirty secrets about him and then make a compilation to humiliate him in prom with. I didn't really like the idea of humiliating Tommy, it's not like he did anything nasty to me, besides like literally every single picture of mine on Instagram. Still, if it could make my group famous, then I was more than happy to do it!

So, as according to plan, I went over to Tommy's desk in Chemistry before I said:

"Hey Tommy! What you up to?", standing besides him for a moment. "I'm sorry er...I just was hoping that you could maybe help me out for the written assignment for English? It's due in three days and I have no clue what I'm doing..."
 
I was going over my chemistry notes and study guide when I heard her voice. My Miss Amy was actually talking to me? My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to look at her. She was standing right there next to me, those huge tits right at my face level, and all I could do was ogle them for a few moments, even licking my lips before looking up at her face.

"Really?" I asked. "It's a twenty page research paper and you wait until three days before to even get started on it?" I shook my head, my eyes grazing down her body again, and then back up to her face. "That's pretty dumb. You're fucked."

Was she really that stupid? My mind boggled, but I suddenly realized that I could certainly take advantage of this situation. "What's in it for me?" I asked her, staring at her tits again before looking back up to her face.
 
"Ew ew ew!"

That's all I could think to myself as I looked down and saw Tommy there, looking at me...or to be more specific here, looking at my breasts. Yes, I knew they were huge but there was no excuse to ogle them you know! I just stood there patiently, even when I could have sworn I saw him lick his lips, as if he was going to just go in and bite them or something! There wasn't much cleavage, so I don't see what all the fuss was about!

"Really?" he began "It's a twenty page research paper and you wait until three days before to even get started on it? That's pretty dumb. You're fucked."

"Hey!" I protested. That was actually a bit mean and honestly, I guess that I took it pretty bad...mainly because I actually was waiting last minute to finish that paper. Was it really twenty pages long? Oh god, I would have cram so much right now.

"What's in it for me?" he asked me, his eyes going back and forth from my huge boobs, to my face. I crossed my arms, almost as if to cover myself.

"I'll unblock you from my instagram." I said, not even sure if I had blocked him from it to begin with. I mean, I block anyone who makes any inappropriate comments on my pictures... "And I'll be your lab partner for the rest of the year?"
 
I had to laugh at her suggestion. "Seriously?" I asked, shaking my head again. "You really are as dumb as you look," I said.

What? Just because I was obsessed with her didn't mean I had any, you know, respect for her!

"Seriously, I've got an alt instagram account so I can look at your pics whenever the fuck I want," I said. "And there's only two more weeks of school left, so the lab partner bit isn't exactly worth it."

I snickered. "I mean, maybe if you said you'd be my date to prom, and let me pick out your dress, I'd consider it..." I said, leaning back and leering at her once more.
 
"I mean, maybe if you said you'd be my date to prom, and let me pick out your dress, I'd consider it..."
Ugh...

So, Jake and the others went over this and figured that something like this was going to happen. I was to just accept it and then, during prom, obviously not go with him. There was no mention of my dress though! How on earth did they plan on me weaseling out of letting him choose my prom dress? He'd obviously want to pick one out for me way before Friday...

"Okay, fine." I said, a bit of annoyance in my tone of voice "But you can't pick a dress with too much cleavage or anything, okay?"
 
My eyes narrowed as she tried to set some rules. I smirked. This was a game I could play.

"Hmm. Maybe. I think that depends on how much is too much..." I mused. "Because, really... how much cleavage you put on display for me, while I'm helping you with this paper, that's probably gonna determine what kind of grade I make sure you get."

I smirked, wondering if she understood what I was implying. It was pretty clear, but... she was pretty dense. "And I'm pretty sure you need an A just to pass English class, right?"
 
"And I'm pretty sure you need an A just to pass English class, right?"

The sad part was that he was right. I don't know if it was just a lucky guess or something, but Mr. West talked to me after class a few weeks ago and he told me just that; I needed an A, otherwise I would fail. I haven't even told anyone this, so I was caught off-guard for a second there. I shook my head and said "More like a B+ but I'll put some cleavage for you at prom. Do we have a deal?"
 
I smirked at her, openly ogling those huge tits once more before looking back up into her eyes.

"Yeah, sure, we got a deal. Come by my house after school," I said. "Looks like we gotta get five pages done each night, so it might take a while. And I'm not gonna write it for you." I wrote down my address on a piece of paper, along with my smartphone number.

"Text me so I have your number. You know, just in case you get lost on the way," I told her. I'd been wanting her number for, well, years now. I figured she would probably block my number after this was all said and done, but there would be a price to pay for that...
 

"Text me so I have your number. You know, just in case you get lost on the way,"

"Ugh, okay...here..." I said, taking out my phone as I began typing. This was just so much of a hassle, that I didn't even know where to begin! But true to my word (also because I didn't have much choice), I typed "Hello!" on my phone and pressed send. Now Tommy had my number. Right on time too, because the bell rang and class was over. I hurried off, without so much as another word, to meet with the others before our last class of the day.

...

"Are you kidding me...?!" I asked, meeting up with Jake, Samantha and Tyler. They were so calm about this whole thing, eyeing me as if I was the one that was crazy.

"What? This is going as smoothly as we could have hoped! The guy will probably confess his undying love for you or something."
Tyler said while Jake laughed. I shook my head. This was all so easy for them to talk about, seeing as their bodies weren't the center of Tommy's perverted attention!

...

Well, anyway, the end of class arrived and instead of going home, I took out my phone and looked for the address that Tommy had given me. At least my clothes didn't give too much cleavage, what with this black tank top and all. Still, it really felt objectifying to have Tommy's eyes glued to my breasts - sure, they were big but come on!
 
It was small, but it was the first victory I ever had in my years-long pursuit of this girl! Having her number changed our whole dynamic, after all.

When school ended for the day, I promptly made my way home. I chuckled to myself, wondering if she would be insulted that I suggested she might get lost trying to find my house, when I only lived a couple blocks from our school! It was close enough that I always walked to school.

I got home and made sure my Miss Amy Shrine was properly concealed away in the back of my closet, behind my clothes. It might be kind of awkward if she found that, right? I was eagerly awaiting the doorbell...
 
Okay so...maybe I did get lost.

After fifteen or so minutes, I did find his place though - which, as it turns out, was just a few blocks away from school. Go figure. Still, I walked up the steps and stood in front of his front door for a second. I had to breathe, preparing myself mentally for any type of comment - perverted or insulting.

* KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK *
 
I had swiftly grown impatient waiting for her. Had she gone home to change clothes? Was she just hanging out with her friends? Why hadn't she come straight over like I had told her to? We needed to get started! Besides, my parents had just left for work!

Finally I heard the knocks on the door. I took a deep breath, before walking over and opening it. And there she was, same outfit from school. My eyes eagerly looked her up and down.

"Come on in," I said, stepping aside to let her in. "Get lost?" I asked with a smirk.
 
"Come on in," he said, after taking a moment to look me up and down. "Get lost?"

"Ha ha, very funny." was I could reply, before going in. Yep, neither a yes or a no because I knew that the real answer would just get more insults and mean comments thrown my way. I sighed, kicking off my shoes at the entrance, before I sighed and said: "Ugh, why did I wait until last minute to do this assignment?"
 
I snickered, locking the front door behind her. "I think we already covered that," I said. "Because you're dumb. Now come on, we need to get started. I'll let you use my computer to do your research."

I smirked. "It's up in my bedroom," I said, walking towards the stairs. I turned and looked at her when I got there.

"What? You're not scared or something, are you?" I asked her.
 
"What? You're not scared or something, are you?"

Honestly? I was.

Still, with a bit of a pout I told Tommy "Are you kidding me? Why would I be scared of you?" with a tone of defiance to my voice. I walked towards the stairs and then up from it, all the while I looked at my camera - giving it short, worried glances as I went up one step at a time.
 
Of course I was happy to let her walk up in front of me, as it gave me a perfect view of her ass. She seemed nervous and preoccupied, and I took the opportunity presented to quickly pull my phone out and take a little video of her thick juicy ass as she ascended the stairs, making sure to put it away before she got to the top.

"Right over here," I said, putting a hand on her back to guide her towards my bedroom. The door was open, and inside was my mess of a bed and room. The walls were covered in video game posters, most of them featuring scantily-clad, big-tit anime girls, and my computer was turned on at my desk.

"Oops," I said, chuckling a bit when I saw it. I probably should have changed the image on the screen, but it was one I had taken from Amy's instagram, which prominently featured that massive rack of hers.

"So, what's your paper about, anyway," I asked, plopping down on my bed, leaving the desk chair available for her.
 
I was in absolute shock when I entered his room. I mean, I don't know what I expected; the place as a mess, with all sorts of lewd anime girl posters all over the wall. "Oh my god..." escaped my lips, when I saw the wallpaper to his computer...me! It was a picture from my Instagram account, with me leaning over with my big boobs pressed against my kitchen counter. I tried to shake it off, but I was sure that Jake and the others were going to get a big laugh about this later.

"So, what's your paper about, anyway," Tommy asked, as I moved away from my thoughts.

"Uhm...I'm not even sure." I answered back truthfully as I sat on the bed. "I honestly waited until now to even start. I'm going to level with you...I have no idea what I'm doing."
 
I laughed. This was absurd. "You can't be fucking serious," I said, and laughed some more. "Oh holy shit, you really are as dumb as you look. Good God, it's a good thing you've got those knockers!" I said, cracking up as I sat on the bed.

I finally recomposed myself, sitting up and taking a deep breath. "Wooooo... Amy, you are totally fucked. It took me three weeks to get mine all written up right. I thought you at least had a rough draft or a basic idea... fuck, anything!"

My heart was racing though as she sat down on the bed next to me. My Miss Amy, sitting on my bed... fuck, anything could happen now! My eyes feasted upon her ample busom for a moment as my mind raced with ways I could twist this all to my advantage...
 
Oh my god, he was such a fucking jerk! I scowled at him when he called me dumb, practically laughing at my misfortune, even going as far as making some perverted comment about my chest. "Oh come on!" I said, getting so upset that my voice went to a higher pitch for a moment there. "Look, I asked you for help, not to make fun of me. Please? I already said I'd go to the prom with you." I started to plead, before I start to think of something that could both help me and possibly help us humiliate this jerk later on with.

"What if I told you my prom dress will show cleavage?"
 
I pushed myself up off the bed, smirking a bit before turning to face her. I even had my phone out.

"How much cleavage?" I asked, my eyes greedily rolling over her curves once more. I had to admit, I was enjoying this immensely. I could feel the blood rushing to my loins, and starting to my massive member as it lay along my inner thigh.

"Show me," I said, nodding towards her chest and then using a finger to pull down the front of my own tee shirt a bit, just to make sure she understood exactly what I meant.
 
What a pervert! I wasn't about to show him the amount of cleavage my dress had! I mean, there were two reasons why I couldn't; for one, this shirt couldn't be able to...accommodate that much and two, I had the camera on this top and I couldn't risk it falling off (I had no idea how well Samantha made it stick to the fabric). I shook my head to Tommy, before I continued on with: "Let's just say that if I tried to show you right now, my shirt would rip. So is this a deal?"

I had to entice him a bit more so...

"I'll even let you decide my shirts for the next few days!"
 
I smirked as she tried to sweeten the deal for me. And while I very much loved the prospect of picking out her shirts for the rest of the week, I was curious to see just how desperate she was for my assistance.

"Yes, I would love to pick out your shirts for the rest of the week. Rip your shirt to show me, and we have a deal," I said, crossing my arms over my chest and locking my eyes with hers.

Would she do it? My heart raced as I watched her contemplate it... I had been obsessed with her and her massive mammaries forever it seemed, so to have them on display in my own bedroom was very much a wet dream cum true!
 
I can't believe that I was actually going along for this.

"Do you have a pair of scissors?"

This is so very humiliating, but I figured that seeing as I was so close at reeling him in for an embarrassing time in a few days, that I might as well go for that final push. Turning my back to him, I took the pair of scissors he handed to be to cut up my shirt; avoiding cutting the small camera. It might have worked to my favor too, seeing as the camera was more "hidden" to the side. The downside to all of this was that when I turned, Tommy could see some huge cleavage coming from my massive tits, seeing as I cut it in a deep V.

"Happy?"
 
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